A reluctant Fuckpets romantic weekend P1 [bondage][dubcon]

As they drove through the mountains she felt the butterflies rise once again in her stomach. After she had lost her job, James had been with her every step of the way, helping her with rent and bills and after a couple of month, letting her move into his apartment. “It makes more sense this way” he had said. “We’ve been together for months now and I like looking after you. Besides, I make more than enough to support you forever if you wanted.” While this was true she still felt a little guilty and wanted a way to pay him back for his generosity. 

They had met six months earlier on a hike. She had tripped over a tree root and he had come to her rescue. She remembered the feeling of his hands as he gently wrapped the bandage around her knee, feeling strong and firm against her soft skin. He was older too, 35 as it turned out, making him twelve years her senior. She felt embarrassed at the time and remembered how she blushed, and his soft smirk as he clearly noticed. 

After he helped her to her car, he had asked for her number. “Just to check on you” he explained. “You might need someone to look after you again” After that they had spent very little time apart. 

To celebrate 6 months together he had booked a cabin in the hills. Two bedrooms, a log fire and a beautiful forest. He had hinted that he wanted to make good use of the time alone and had bought some new toys to play with. Excited, she had made sure she was fully waxed, had her hair done the way he liked it and packed some short skimpy sundresses for afternoon walks.  She had also bought a maids outfit using the allowance he had been giving her. The though of his reaction made the butterflies rise once more. She suddenly was broken out of her daydream by their arrival at the cabin.

Hours later as they were about to open a bottle of wine she decided now was as good a time as ever. She excused herself to the bedroom and began to undress. She slipped into the lacy outfit along with the stockings and garter belt and dug out the black heels she had brought. With a flourish, she presented herself to him. She could see the arousal in his eyes. “Pour us a glass of wine” he said “and then come sit on my knee.” “Alright” she giggled. “In that outfit I think you should say “Alright Sir”.“ he said, looking at her approvingly “In fact I think you should call. me Sir from now on”  “Yes Sir” she giggled again, pouring the wine and taking her place on his lap. She could feel him growing hard underneath her, and felt pleased that her surprise was a success. 

After a glass of wine she felt a shift in his mood. He looked at her and said “ I’ve also got a surprise for you. A maid should serve her Master.” He pulled some soft leather cuffs from behind a cushion. Seeing her apprehension he reassured her that they would take things slow. He gently pulled her hands behind her back and cuffed them together. He pushed her down onto her knees in front of his seated figure. Slowly he unzipped his trousers and presented his cock to her. “You caused this, so it’s your responsibility to take care of it” he said sternly. “Yes Sir” she gulped and leaned forward to take him in her mouth. At times she struggled to balance without her hands, as she had never been restrained before, but any time she swayed he would hold her by the hair, gently correcting her position. “Good girl” he crooned. She did her best, as he had taught her over the past months and soon felt him push further down her throat. She gagged as he said “That’s it, good. Girl, you can take it” She struggled for a moment, and then relaxed as she felt him surge down her throat. 

“Amazing, you’re a natural slut” he said, petting her hair. She felt uncomfortable with his use of the word, but didn’t want to ruin the mood. Instead she thanked him. Expecting him to release her, she was surprised when he pulled a blindfold from another hiding spot and covered her eyes. “When are  you going to release me?” She asked. “When I’m ready.” he replied.

She could hear him move towards the table and the clink of glass as he poured wine. She waited there, Restrained and blindfolded, on her knees as he sat down again, and began to play some music through the speaker. After a time, he told her she deserved something nice. He held a glass to her lips. She sipped it, unable to see  but tasting the wine from earlier. She felt relaxed now, any apprehension dissolving and her body felt light and warm. She yawned, probably tired from all the travelling combined with two glasses of wine. She rested her head in his lap, and he stroked her hair. Before she fell asleep it occurred to her that she was still cuffed.

She woke slowly, feeling him lying beside her. She tried to roll over to hold him, but couldn’t. She pulled at her limbs, beginning to panic. Her arms were secured over her head and her legs were sprerad, each tied to a bedpost “What’s happening? Where are my clothes?” she whispered, unsure if she wanted the answer. “ I told you I wasn’t finished” he growled “You’re mine for the weekend. Are you going to be a good fuck pet or a bad fuck pet? The choice is yours.”