Weekend Away

Weekend Away

Part 1-From Married to Mastered

The getaway they'd been anticipating for months had finally arrived. Elizabeth wasn't sure where they were traveling, only that Master had planned a special retreat to celebrate their 15 year wedding anniversary.

It had been nearly a year since she'd received his invitation on her calendar to hold the date, piquing her curiosity and filling her with desire for the rare and prolonged alone time. Their play time where she could truly let go and be as loud in her pleasure and pain without fear of waking or scaring children was usually confined to once a week while their boys were at school and Master had a weekday off work. While they both looked forward to Master-controlled Mondays, each yearned for more time to focus solely on their relationship. Evenings after bedtime and touches when prying eyes were in another room sustained them as well, and Master took the opportunities he could. Sometimes a grab of her covered crotch, a grab of breast or nipple tug, her hand or mouth led briefly to his manhood. Every touch and moment was welcomed, and she was always ready for his advances, responsive and easily turned on.

Elizabeth could hardly believe how little time had passed since she had overcome her fears and anxiety around taking their marriage to the next level to be his slave. The idea of full surrender, giving up control of not only her sexual identity, but also daily living and mental well being was not a small or easy decision.

Jonathan had always been a faithful, loving, supportive husband, and they had teased and played at pain pleasure before--always him giving, her yielding to his touch, anxious to see what his next action would be, and pleased to try new positions or toys. Both knew the idea of a bdsm lifestyle was a turn on, yet remained a light teasing within the bedroom for more than 14 years of marriage.

It was early September when Elizabeth felt a void and emptiness. Sex had become routine, predictable--down to the day of the week she could anticipate he'd be interested, willing. Too often she felt she needed to drop hints to get her physical desires met, and was overjoyed when he did initiate. She didn't always pick up on his cues--was he simply stretching or inviting her into his embrace? Where her cues were usually bolder, playful, Jonathan's were often more subtle. Lingering in her mind were moments earlier in marriage when he accused her of wanting sex too much, too often. She felt ashamed for how much she wanted and needed him to fill her, touch her. His feedback in those times, driven by his own stress level, echoed in her mind and made her often hesitant until her need for him was great. When he pushed her away out of disinterest, Elizabeth worried she'd said or done something wrong or that he no longer wanted her as more than a maid, cook, and Mother to his children.

When the gap between sex grew long, alone time became time for her self-pleasure to find some release. She would bend over the corner of their bed, pressing her clit firmly against the mattress, breasts slightly raised to graze the quilt's texture, rhythmically moving while envisioning him behind her or beneath her, longing for his touch. Elizabeth always ended in orgasm and guilt, occasionally tears--wishing she didn't feel the need to take care of such needs alone, and suspecting it wasn't right for her to secretly seek out such pleasure. She also worried he was more inspired by amature, online videos and photos of women far more beautiful than she ever thought she could be, or that somehow their sex drives were a mis-match after many years together. Even within marriage, there was a slight concern his heart and eventually body would stray from her. Elizabeth wondered if he gave in to having sex with her after her flirting and hints simply out of obligation or convenience. The Indian Summer after their 14 year anniversary, after he had changed jobs and schedules, his desire for her took away all her fears.

When Elizabeth questioned Jonathan about his increased drive and lust, he simply said he was less stressed. She had to wonder if there was more to it, but was happy with the outcome either way. Elizabeth began to feel like a newlywed again and renewed her love for him knowing he wanted her, pursued her. He was speaking her love language--physical touch being her primary way of feeling loved, followed by quality time with him and words of affirmation. He rarely praised or told her how he felt, how he saw her differently than her own negative self-talk and criticism of the curves she saw in the mirror.

His interest in sex and desire for her turned on, and she found herself wanting him most of the day. One afternoon she started thinking about the upcoming holidays, and knowing Jonathan liked collecting handmade wooden pens, she looked at the last time her supplier of locally maid fine pens reached out with the newest options. She remembered that, in the past, Jonathan had created a wish list on his Etsy account, she logged in to his account to check it out and see if any of the new pens her supplier in were similar to what he had added as favorites. What she found upon logging in made her heart jump and brought a warmth between her legs. His browsing history showed chains for women to be bound and led, fully naked, aside from the binds and chains.

Unbenounced to her, Jonathan received notification that someone had logged into his account, and had a moment of panic--he knew what was there, and did not realize it was Elizabeth viewing his account. He quickly changed his password, even suspecting it was his wife. His plan was to surprise her, and now that was ruined. He felt frustration, and a bit disappointed, unsure if she had broken trust by logging into his account. Knowing they shared an Amazon account to access Prime benefits, he knew any browsing there must be kept separate from her eyes. Once he devised a plan to create the items he desired to use with her, he knew he must find a way to have the components shipped discreetly and without her knowledge. Jonathan purchased a locker to have items delivered to where only he would be able to access and shopped through a new account and a payment method Elizabeth couldn't readily view--he handled the finances, though was transparent with her when it came to their financial situation and budget.

It turned out to be a blessing that the door to kinky conversation and interest in playing together had opened. Her only condition was he wanted the chains and toys he found to be only for her, and he seemed shocked she would even consider it would be anyone else--Jonathan reassured her and even shared his interest in making his own bondage solutions for her. Elizabeth smiled with joy and her mind couldn't help but wonder what else he was exploring for their time together.

Part 2--Mastered on Monday

The first Monday Jonathan was off work and the kids were in school Elizabeth came home excited and hopeful for sex--and wearing a black thong that already turned her on. She entered the house and saw a chain with a padlock on the end table, but missed looking up to see her instructions. Racing up the stairs in only her thong, she found him sitting in a chair watching tv with the futon couch unfolded with pillows and sheets, blinds drawn as to not entertain the neighbors or passers by.

"Go back down and read your instructions," he said sternly when he saw she had on underwear and no chain.

"Yes, Sir!" She smiled and looked down the steps to find a paper taped to a post. "Oh, I didn't look up," she explained.

Elizabeth read her instructions:

Rules for slaves

1. slaves shall, upon entering the house, remove all clothing and be completely nude.

2. slaves shall be chained around the neck at all times

3. Once #1 and #2 are accomplished, slave is to find her Master and hand the loose end of chain to her Master and then wait for further instructions.

4. slaves are not allowed to speak unless directly asked a question, and the answer will always include the words Sir or Master at the end of each sentence.

She slipped off her thong and lifted the chain around her neck, ensuring it was snug, but not too tight, and used the padlock to secure it before walking upstairs. She felt the cool metal against her skin and grew more aroused as she approached her husband. He quickly rose, still dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt. Grasping her arms, he turned her and came behind to press against her bare flesh and squeeze her breasts. Elizabeth loved being grabbed from behind, feeling his own desire pressed into her, allowing her large chest to fill his strong hands. His embrace made her feel safe, secure, wanted, and when he pinched and twisted her nipples, she was immediately dripping with passion. She gasped as he reached below to feel the triangle of heat between her legs before he guided her to the futon, bending her over--face down, ass in the air. A lover of spankings, she hoped to feel the pain pleasure he alone could provide. Suddenly, a slap of the crop made her breath quicken. He continued, alternating sides of her round behind, just hard enough to sting deliciously.

Additional chains were attached to the futon, and his metal handcuffs were ready for her. First, he laid down and had her give him a full body massage--not a new thing in their sex life, but something they both enjoyed. She loved running her hands over his muscles, knowing her touch was turning him on as his bulge grew beneath the jeans. Elizabeth reached for his belt, wanting to pleasure him with her mouth where he needed it most. Without warning, he slapped her hand. "Did I say you could remove my pants?" He asked, his eyes strong and voice commanding.

"No, Master." She looked down and resumed her massaging touch around his chest and arms.

"Now, you may remove my pants." He instructed, his tone softening. His hand wrapped around the back of her neck, guiding her to his long hardness. She instinctively opened her lips and probed with her tongue, tasting him, exploring with her lips. She found the sensitive ridge beneath his full balls and flattened her tongue in a long, drawn motion, followed by sucking in his tender flesh. Elizabeth moved to his right, then left fullness, sucking, kissing, and savoring each--feeling the tension and fullness building within. Her tongue darted down lower, toward his ass, and she reigned kisses inside his thighs and around his cheeks before returning to his ready shaft. He pulled her mouth away and commanded her to climb on top.

Riding his hardness was her favorite thing, feeling him plunge deep inside her, slowly at first rocking above him. Raising her chest slightly, her large breast became accessible to his able hands. He rolled a nipple and tugged in rhythm, guiding her pace to suit his need. Without warning, he used the other had to reach around and slap her ass. Elizabeth groaned, "Use me, Master," causing his pacing to increase. Her release started first, and with no one else in the house, she was free to scream in pleasure. She continued to clench around him and ride to another orgasm as he poured himself inside her. The motion pushing her to another scream of ecstasy.

She laid beside him, both breathing, enjoying their closeness for a moment. "Go start the shower," he instructed her. The chain still around her neck, she moved upstairs and started the warm water and turned on the shower, but did not enter without instruction. He came in and told her to step into the tub. He joined her with his back to the water. "Wash me," he ordered. Elizabeth lathered up a cloth and began to soap him, enjoying every curve, lingering in sensitive areas. As he faced the shower head, she pressed into him from behind, wrapping her arms around to wash his chest, stomach, and shaft. He leaned down to help her reach his hair so she could massage the shampoo into his head. As he rinsed off, she awaited her turn to receive such attention when the water shut off.

"Dry me," he ordered. She grabbed his towel and again enjoyed feeling his warm, clean body. "Dry yourself and come back down," he said.

He laid back down on the futon. "Get me off with your mouth."

"Yes, Master," she replied, and enjoyed the process even more with his freshly clean skin. From this day forward, Elizabeth knew Mondays would be her favorite day of the week.

Part 3-Preparations & Take Off

Elizabeth envied couples who could regularly send their children to Grandma's house for an overnight or weekend. With a special needs child, finding childcare proved a larger challenge--especially for a night away or home to themselves. It was one of their Monday mornings together when she received his invitation to their weekend retreat.

A huge smile spread on Elizabeth's lips, and she let out a squeal of excitement as she clicked "accept." From the basement, she heard his low chuckle in response to her excitement upstairs. Rushing down the steps, she was met with his embrace and a deep kiss that lingered long enough for him to reach behind and squeeze her ass.

"Where are we going?" she questioned as they separated from their embrace.

"That's a surprise," Master replied. "I will provide some clothing items you will need and instruct you on weather-appropriate attire once the date is closer. I've already arranged for the boys to stay with my Mom that weekend."

"Thank you, Master. I'm so excited!!" Elizabeth smiled and kissed him again, shorter this time. She remembered the checklist he had her complete when they started their Master/slave relationship, many toys and practices she had to look up in her naivety. The list had been long, and she was always excited when he tried something new from it or acquired a new toy or position for their time together.

It was a hot, Summer day when they were scheduled to leave--much like their wedding day in early August 15 years prior. Elizabeth worked on packing with the list Master had provided a few weeks before--in case she needed to purchase any of the needed items, knowing some items he would keep in his own luggage. She knew they were flying and would be gone only for a weekend. She read the list of items to pack:

1. Only thong style underwear

2. Jeans for evenings, short shorts for daytime

3. A dress that hugs your curves and shows deep cleavage

4. Tennis shoes & flip flops, sandals to wear with the dress

5. A two piece swimsuit--she had never tried one on before, let alone owned one

6. All tops must be v-neck

7. A light jacket for evenings

8. Personal care items to remain smooth in all areas and moisturized

9. Massage oil or lotion

10. Any usual travel items--brush, toothbrush, sunscreen, etc.

11. Dramamine or a patch--be ready to fly to our destination

12. An open mind, positive attitude, and servant heart as always

Reading the list had Elizabeth intrigued at where they may be headed. The idea of a cool break from the Summer heat sounded delightful, yet the attire made her blush a bit, knowing she could look slutty and attract glances on the plane and wherever they were going. While she was more comfortable in her own skin these days, she was still normally modest in her dress, and had never worn a bikini or two piece swimsuit.

A Sunday afternoon before the trip Elizabeth headed to shop for the items she did not already own, having been given a budget from Master and needing to try on many items to ensure proper fit and length. In the dressing room, she found herself picturing his look of approval or dismissal with each item she put on. Upon returning home, he demanded to see what she had purchased and model any underwear and the swimsuit for him after the kids went to bed.

He watched her dress and undress, nodding to her choices and enjoying the show.

"You've chosen well, my slave. Remember, there will be much time you don't require clothing. Your chains will be packed and clothing will only be worn when in public."

"Yes, Master," she replied with a devilish smile. "May I wear them now for you, Sir?" The boys were at the park with her Mother-in-Law, and time was limited, but he quickly obliged. Locked into the wrist, neck, and ankle restraints he could lead her easily by the chains.

"Remove my pants and show me how much you want this weekend, how much you need to be controlled." She unbuckled his belt and felt a bulge already beginning to swell beneath his zipper.

"I need to be used, Master. Make me your slut for the weekend."

"Silence, or I'll have to gag that horny, naughty mouth of yours." She stopped and looked up at him as she pulled off his pants and underwear, his hard shaft springing up to meet her. Elizabeth licked and sucked his balls before joining him on the bed. Before he could command her, she flipped around, her ass facing him as she straddled his waiting body.

"May I ride your cock, Master?" She asked as her ass was high, head low, the chain between her ankles strung across him. He slapped her ass.

"I do enjoy the view, though you're a bit eager this afternoon. As you wish, but don't even think about cumming before I allow it."

"Yes, Master," she said while guiding his hard shaft inside her soft center. She began to rock as he slapped and grabbed her cheeks, using his own pace to ensure his own pleasure. The faster he slapped and guided, the quicker her hips moved, grinding and slamming with reckless abandon. She wanted it rough, needed the pain with the pleasure she knew he'd give her in this position.

"Cum for me, slave!" His own cock began dancing within her as she clenched and spasmed around him. His orgasm brought waves of ecstasy to her as their pace slowed. He rubbed her now reddened bottom as her breathing calmed before climbing off to cuddle in his arms.

"Let's get these off you before the boys return," he unlocked her so she could dress and regain composure.

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ck-in at the airport when Elizabeth knew their destination. Jonathan had decided to fly instead of drive to have the most time together without feeling tired from travel. He had already taken care of early check-in for them both, and saw a smile spread on Elizabeth's face when she discovered they were entering the gate for a Denver, Colorado flight. Immediately, she thought back to their honeymoon and how perfect being in a cooler place in the heat of Summer would be again. Master leaned over and whispered in her ear, "This time, the cabin will be more secluded." His own smile told her he had been planning outdoor fun, and allowing her to scream as loud as she needed or wanted.

Once they had boarded the plane she felt his hand slide to her inner thigh and rest there. He leaned over to give her a deep kiss and heard a sigh from across the aisle. "Ahh, are you two newlyweds? I love seeing young love!" The elderly woman spoke in a kind tone and shared how she had a love of a lifetime before her husband had passed.

Elizabeth smiled kindly, leaning forward to make eye contact and smile, "We're going on our 15 year anniversary, and I'm even more in love than the day we married!" She too was a hopeless romantic, and happy to indulge the woman--especially after being called "young" in her mid-forties. While her sex drive was higher than ever lately, the silver strands of hair she'd given up plucking and lines of wisdom now showing on her face made her feel anything but young. Yet, somehow, her Master still saw beauty through the lines and scars of time and history they'd shared. Her confidence grew as she looked through his eyes and heard his approval and praise.

Next, it was her turn to lean and whisper. "I don't think I'm quite bendy and flexible enough to join the mile high club, so you'll just have to wait for the mile high city!" She giggled softly at her own joke as he rolled his eyes--he was used to her corny and sometimes dark humor.

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