The Cabin

It's snowing, unexpectedly for the time of year, but even so, your friends decide to go out from your holiday cabin to the local town for some drinks - and fun.

You're shy though and not really into that tonight. Maybe you could be persuaded, but you've also had a headache and decide on balance to pass..

They head off, but within an hour the snow turns into a blizzard. It's snowing really, really hard and in no time at all, there's a thick white blanket on the roads. The local council weren't prepared for this, so there's no gritting either. Suddenly it begins to dawn on you. You're friends are not going to be able to make it back tonight or possibly even tomorrow.

Your holiday has taken a sudden turn in a different direction. You're cut off! The cabin's holiday park is some 30 mins from the local town and it's become very clear, no one is going to be able to get to or from that town for the foreseeable future.

You're on your own - for now.

You start checking your food supplies to make sure you have what you need and call your friends. They've realised it too, but fortunately have managed to find somewhere to stay and wait it out.
Well, that's that then, you're thinking.. Then you hear the knock from the front room. Must be the wind.. Again! You go back into the front room and yes, there is definitely someone knocking on the door! You're a little frightened but also a little relieved that there is at least someone else around. You open the door.

"Sorry to bother you, but my name is John Symmons. I own this park and I just want to make sure you're alright?"

"Y-yes", you half stammer in surprise.

"it's just that I think you are the only cabin left occupied on the park as it's out of season", John continues.
"You're on your own? I thought you booked as a group together?"

"Well they've all gone into the town - and now they can't get back,The

But the first thing you notice is his smile - a kind of lazy laconic smile that spreads easily across his face and is really very attractive, very compelling. Comforting but definitely interesting..

"Don't worry, I'll look after you" John is saying. "If you decide to stay here, I'll just pop in now and again if you want to make sure you're ok?. Or you are welcome to come up to the house. it's a lot warmer and I can give you a room there until this blows over?"

That throws you. In all honestly, you're alone and little scared. You want and need the company and protection but at the same time, you don't know this man.

"Ok, I'll see how I get on" you reply. If it gets too cold, I might take you up on that". For some reason, just saying that just gives you a little spark that you hadn't expected..

"No problems", says John, let me know and disappears again into the whiteout.
You suddenly realise just how alone you really are and feel like a fool for not accepting his offer straight away.

This is not good, you're so alone now and begin to wish that you'd taken John up on his offer.
You never even offered your name, just shook his hand shyly.

The fact is that you've known for years that you wanted older men. There have been the fumbles with boys your own age, even oral once or twice but nothing more. They just didn't really do it for you at all. You've tried to analyse it and have come to realise that it's something about the authority figure. Someone who's in command, who knows what they want. Someone you will take control and make you go places you've only dared to dream of. Someone older, much older. Although your not a technical virgin (courtesy of your hairbrush!) you are a virgin nevertheless, but long for that to change with the right man.

This is probably the real reason you didn't go with John to the house. The scared part of you won the battle with your lustful thoughts and now your stuck here. You're so annoyed with yourself.
So now you sit in front of the open fire wrapped in a duvet on your own, thinking about this man. His lived-in face, irresistible smile, the green eyes, greying hair, taught body. You hand wanders under the duvet to find that ache.

"Fuck, I'm so wet ", you say under your quickening breath.
Suddenly you're snapped out of it. OMG! It's the door again!
You quickly wrap yourself up in the duvet (you've only got bra and panties underneath) and shuffle over the the door. It's John!

"Sorry I didn't catch your name last time?"

"It's Cassie" You're aware that you are stammering nervously.

"Well Cassie", John continues, "it seems crazy that we are both stuck here on our own given the weather and circumstances we're in?"

"So I brought the food to you instead" John held up a large thermos.
"One of my famous stews, and some wine"

You invite John in with some difficulty in your duvet and usher him to the settee and table by the fire. John quickly disappears into the kitchen to get plates and cutlery while you try to sort yourself out as best you can.
"Sorry I wasn't expecting anyone, so I was just making myself comfortable" Your voice has settled a little, but in reality your heart is in your mouth - and you're still dripping.." You just hoped that none of this showed.
John arrives back with the meal. It's a beautifully prepared beef stew in ale with two generous glasses of Prosecco.

You both start to eat, staring into the fire. Sipping the wine, you finally begin to relax.

"So your friends are stuck in town then?" John says between sips.

"Yes, they said the roads are just too bad at the moment and there's no gritting until later tomorrow now."
"So is that your friend, her boyfriend and your boyfriend?" John says, casually.

"Oh no", you laugh shyly, "I don't have a boyfriend" You find yourself blushing.

"What? A gorgeous girl like you and no boyfriend? That's ridiculous!"

"Well I just haven't found the right one", you say" quickly trying to explain yourself.

You really are trying so hard not to reveal too much of yourself to this man. Your inner thoughts. But somehow, you he knows you. You begin to feel he knows you inside and out and everything that makes you tick - and so incredibly wet ..

"So what is the problem Cassie?" He uses your name for the first time and there's a little zing. It starts in your right nipple and travels down to your wetness. Electricity. Shit what's happening? Where is this going?. You panic for a second
.
"Do you find them too childish and stupid?" It's as if he knows - everything.
"Well, yes I suppose so" you say reluctantly.

"So you like an older man then, Cassie? Someone who has confidence and can take the lead maybe?"
There's a pause. You feel yourself going bright red and hope he doesn't notice in the glow of the fire. Then you realise you're just kidding yourself. Of course he notices. he's completely in control of the situation and probably you too at this point.

"Um well, I don't know" You're just lost for words. "I suppose so."

"Shall I tell you what I think Cassie?" John's voice is suddenly firmer and more commanding.

John goes on, "I know that you've been thinking about a situation like this just about .. forever. You've been fantasizing about all sorts of scenarios just like this one where your in a situation on your own with an older experienced man. Am I right Cassie?"

Cassie is literally tongue tied. She goes bright red and starts to stammer.. She literally is overwhelmed and cannot even get the words out, but then again she doesn't know what words to use anyway. It's like a dream.
"I can see that the answer to that is a yes" John continues, un-phazed, "but I'd like to hear you say it to me Cassie"

"Well um, I don't know what to say. I, I'm not sure what to say.." Cassie is pretending to be slightly shocked, but in reality she's incredibly horny, scared and full of anticipation. Yes she knows of course that this is exactly how she imagined it, but can she tell this stranger that? The situation seems unreal.

"Maybe I can help you out here, Cassie" John cuts her short. "I know for a fact that you have fantasized about you being in a situations very similar to this one. yes or no?"

There's a silence. "I'm not sure" Cassie says in a small voice, curling up tighter into her duvet.

"Again yes or no Cassie and if you don't answer, then I will politely leave you to your evening alone".
Cassie knew now the game was up. But scared, intrigued and slightly shocked as she was, one other thing she knew was she didn't want John to leave.

"Well yes I suppose so", Cassie said, "but they were only fantasies. I never thought any of them could become real"

"Good answer Cassie, but this really is real and I know what you were doing too while you were drifting into your fantasies. You were playing with yourself, over and over weren't you?"

This time Cassie was thrown completely off-guard again by John's searching, direct
approach. Shit! It was like a laser beam, He just knows...

"I might have done" Cassie says reluctantly.

"Ok Cassie, that's better. We need some honestly here to clear away all the nonsense that usually occurs between a man and a woman."

"In fact, I happen to know that you're dripping wet under that duvet right now, aren't you Cassie?"

"You don't know that!" Cassie seemed almost hurt as she said it, but probably because in fact she was dripping wet. She was wet even before he came back to the door, but now it was literally running down her leg..

"I do know that and in case you haven't already guessed, I am a Dom Cassie. I like submissive girls. I'm sure you must know what a Dom is. It's not like those Fifty Shades films, by the way, it's like this, here now.
As soon as I saw you, I knew you had unresolved submissive feelings, even if you couldn't properly identify them yourself. I'm identifying them for you now!"

Am I right again Cassie?"

Cassie was shocked again. yes. she'd always known that she wanted to submit in that way, but hadn't a clue how to handle those feelings, let alone reveal them to anyone. Certainly she never imagined she could act on them in a million years.

"I've thought about it, yes, I suppose I have". Cassie was getting bolder with this "new norm".

"I'm going to teach you Cassie. Yes, right here, right now, tonight. You may never get an opportunity like this again - at least not for a good while. The time is now. I'm going to teach you what being a submissive girl is all about.

Firstly, you're going to prove to me that I'm right. You are soaking wet, Cassie I know you are, so reach down under that duvet, put your hand underneath those panties and into your pussy. Then you're going to bring it out and show me exactly how wet you are"

At this point, Cassie was almost in a trance. This was just too much. She was sure this must be a dream, but she knew there was no turning back now. This situation she was in had a life of it's own and a dire
ction of travel she couldn't control or predict. She reached under her duvet and brought out her hand.

"Hold it out towards me, Cassie" John was very commanding now.

Cassie offered her hand towards him as she was told. Her fingers glistened with the wetness in the flickering red light of the fire..

"Good girl, now suck that wetness off your fingers".

Cassie slowly put her fingers in her mouth, an act that she realised was incredibly erotic on so many different levels. She also realised she was completely in the thrall of this man now. Stranger or not, he had her exactly where he wanted her. She also realised she really wanted to be there too. All pretence, awkwardness, coquettish girlishness, all of those things she USED to be were slipping away.

She had suddenly come of age.

Cassie almost didn't dare to breathe. Then she realised she really had been holding her breath.
There was a pause for a moment after she had licked her fingers when everything seemed unreal and happening in slow motion.

"That was very nice. You're a good girl and I know that from here onwards you are going to be a very good girl for me aren't you Cassie?" John broke her trance and she snapped back to reality.

"Yes" she said in small, but steadier voice.. God yes, she was thinking.

"Ok, Cassie, but before we go any further, there's one thing you need to learn straight away." John had not varied his tone which was still even and confident.

"Yes?" Cassie wanted to please this man now. To acquiesce to his demands completely.

"If I ask you a question Cassie, when you answer, you will call me Sir, Cassie. Understood?"

"Yes" Cassie replied almost immediately, but John shot her a look almost as quickly. "Sorry, yes Sir" she quickly corrected her response.

"That's better, good girl." Cassie felt a wave of relief flood through her. Now she really was desperate to please this man, this stranger who had suddenly interrupted her everyday life with these wonderful new sensations.

"You seem to be very wet Cassie, but I think I'm going to have to check for myself this time." Cassie's heart was pounding now as she realised how real this was.

Slowly, John leaned towards her and took each of here hands in turn and unclenched then from her grip on the duvet she had pulled up around tight here. He didn't remove it, but instead, very slowly moved one of his hands beneath the cover, inching down her neck, onto her chest and onto her right breast.

Cassie gasped, panting quietly as he took her hardening nipple between his thumb and forefinger and felt it's warmth as it grew like a swollen bullet. He then twisted it and pulled it outwards. She cried out in pain, a pain laced with intoxicating pleasure. Sensations she had never experienced before, never even knew existed before this moment. He did the same to other other breast until her nipples were almost painful to the slightest touch or brush of his hand.

Her breathing was now deep and fast and she could feel the hot rash of desire burning her breasts, neck and face. But John had only just started on her journey. Slowly again, under the cover, he traced his hand downwards over her trembling skin, across her stomach. She could hardly bear it. The anticipation was just too much. It felt like she had waited her whole life for this moment - and suddenly it was here.

But he diverted his hand to her right leg, brushing down to almost her knee and stopped.. Then he put his other hand under the cover and traced it down the same route, but without stopping this time until he was at her other knee. Then he broguht both knees up, higher and higher as the cover fell away revealing her legs bent back and upwards.

"Hold your legs back like this under your knees Cassie" John's instructions were clear.

"Yes Sir" Cassie stammered almost overcome with the whole situation at this point.
She did as he said.

John then put his left hand on here stomach firmly, just above her public bone and slowly entered her dripping pussy with the two middle fingers of his right hand. Cassie gasped and moaned. She almost felt as if she could cum right then, but somehow managed to hold it together. John curled up his fingers behind her pubic bone inside until he felt that familiar rough, squishy place and started to stroke, slowly at first. Then faster.

Then he went very close to Cassie ear and half whispered, half growled, "You're going to be my personal slutty girl tonight, Cassie. I know you really want to cum now, but don't you dare. You can cum when I tell you. Is that understood?"

"Yes Sir" Cassie managed to blurt out. God she really, really needed to cum so hard right now. It took all her concentration not to.

John was using his fingers faster now and had gone from stroking to tapping her squishy spot harder and faster. She was so wet it was literally running down her legs.

"I feel like I want to pee Sir!, Oh God!"

John just ignored her and kept going but he could feel her pussy starting to swell up inside and almost push his fingers out. He knew instinctively she was about to cum really hard. He quickly removed his fingers and then with all 4 started to rub her clit very fast side to side.

This took Cassie completely over the edge. "Please Sir I need to cum NOW. Please..."

At last John gave his permission. "Ok you little slutty girl, cum now! But tell me you want to cum and how much - and tell me when your cumming"

"I need to cum Sir, I need to cum now. I'm going to.." John cut her short. "Louder you slutty girl!"
"Cassie started, "I'm cumming, "I'm cumming".

John was rubbing so fast now. "Really loud now you slut!" Louder!"

Cassie virtually screamed, "I'm cumming, I'M CUMMING.." Then she started convulsing as her eyes rolled back, silently at first, then with a series of loud long moans that seemed to come from the very depths of her soul. It was as if she was ridding herself of a great burden she'd been carrying all her life and was being reborn again as a different person.

John watched her as this went on for about 3 minutes until eventually she became still, breathing heavily but finally at peace again.

"Stand up Cassie". Cassie stood up immediately on command. Then she saw the bag he had brought in with him..

"Lay across the arm of the settee, Cassie". She did as she was told. Then she felt him pull her leg up to her wrist and attach a cuff on each and clip, then the other leg until she was trussed over the arm, unable to move. She was scared, but so horny that by now it didn't matter any more. Nothing did. She wanted it all, everything he wanted to do to her.

"Now I've got you where I want you Cassie, I'm going to use you the way you were born to be used."
"Yes Sir" Cassie said. "Please Sir, use me as you want Sir".

In the space of an hour, the shy little girl and been transformed into the perfect submissive, slutty girl, she had always wanted to be. This was no longer a dream. This was right here, right now and she wanted it all.
Her whole life had led up to this very moment.

"John spanked each cheek hard enough to draw a red blush then moved between her legs. Cassie half screamed, half moaned "Oh God" as he slid up inside her.

It was going to be a long night ..