When Martin sent me the text, I was surprised to say the least.

"Be read by 11:00 a.m. tomorrow. Wear a simple dress, socks and tennis shoes. Make sure you've showered and shaved. You'll be gone for the weekend."

He'd done this before, and I have to admit, it's hot as shit! I followed his directions, having no idea where we were going. At 10:55a.m. I was standing on my front porch wearing a cotton, short sleeved blue dress, no-show socks and my white tennis shoes. I didn't even have my purse or phone with me. When I'm with Martin I'm WITH Martin and only him, so I changed the message on my voice mail to say "I'm off grid until Monday! Leave a message." the only reason I did that was so that no one would get worried and start looking for me.

Martin pulled up in his pick, hopped out, and popped a kiss on my upturned cheek. "You're perfect. Come on. I want to get there before 2 so we have plenty of time to set up before nightfall."

He helped me into the truck, running a hand down my back. I was pleased to see his grin as he realized I wore ONLY the dress.

"So," I began once he was back on the road. "You aren't going to tell me where we're going, are you?"

"Guess," he answered.

I opened my mouth, but he stopped me.

"Just know that for every wrong answer you'll earn yourself five lines with a switch," he added happily.

I groaned, knowing full well I didn't have to guess, but my curiosity got the better of me.

I glanced back into the bed of the truck and saw a cooler, some firewood, a small trunk. So, not a luxury hotel like the last time, I thought.

"Um, Wine country?" I guessed.

He shot me a look and said, "That's your first five."

I rolled my eyes.

"Camping?"

"More specific."

"Two Hills?"

"That's ten lines."

Things were getting serious now, so I paused to think. Then, it hit me.

"Your cabin."

"Ding, Ding, Ding!"

I smiled. Ten lines would sting, but I've had worse, so I settled down for the rest of the drive.

Martin's cabin is located on the banks of a beautiful lake and surrounded by woods on property his family had owned for generations. The cabin itself was rustic. One big room, no electricity, no running water inside, but a water pump outside. No indoor plumbing either, so we utilized either an old-fashioned chamber pot or an outhouse. There was a wood-burning stove for cooking, a table, four chairs, an overstuffed leather love seat, and a four-poster brass queen-sized bed. The area around the cabin sported soft grass, a picnic table, and a fire pit.

I loved going to the cabin.

Martin pulled the truck up next to the cabin, helped me out, and said, "From this point on, you will be naked, except for your shoes when you're going into the woods. In the cabin or the yard area, I want you barefoot. To make sure, let's have that dress now."

Dutifully, I lifted the dress over my head and handed it to him. He placed it inside the truck.

"Good. Now," he handed me his pocket knife. "Go cut your switch while I unload the truck. I expect you bent over the picnic table with the switch across your lower back by the time I finish."

I rushed to find a suitable switch, barely finding one and trimming off all its prickly bits, and getting into position before I heard Martin lock the truck.

He stepped behind me and picked up the switch, giving it a few swishes to test its springiness.

"This looks good," he commented before laying on the first line.

"You know, if it breaks, you'll have to get another one, and the count will start over, right?"

Second line was laid.

I cringed and wrapped my fingers around the edge of the table.

"Yes, I know."

Three more lines and tears were beginning to pool in my eyes. My labia, though, was already coated in my own juices.

"Rules for the weekend," he began.

"First, you know. No clothing for you."

SWISH.

"Second, you will not say 'No.' That word is forbidden."

SWISH

"Third, you will not leave my sight without permission."

SWISH

"Fourth, you will address me as Sir or Master, not my name."

SWISH

"Finally, I will utilize every hole every day."

SWISH

I squealed with the line. I was also near orgasm. We'd had totally submissive weekends before, but never with such strict rules. I could not have been more excited.

Martin ran his hand down my lines in approval before separating my lady lips and gently patting my puss.

"Looks like you need some attention to at least one hole already," he murmured.

I heard him undress, but stayed in position. When his cock entered my needy, wet hole, I sighed with relief.

"Um, Sir," I managed to squeak. "Am I free to come?"

"Unless otherwise stated, yes, Clara, you are."

THANK THE GODDESS!! I screamed with pleasure, and he thrust balls deep inside of me. His fingers dug into my hips and I met each thrust. His cock filled me completely, and after the forced nudity and the switching, I was a demon for it! The only thing better than his cock was when he came inside of me.

Unfortunately, I screamed, "YES! Please, Martin, please come inside! Fill me!"

He pulled out immediately and sprayed his ropy, hot cum across my lined ass. He placed a hand on the back of my neck and said, "Time for your punishment, Clara."

I was confused for a moment, then remembered. "I said your name. I'm so sorry, Sir."

"Don't move."

He left me for a few minutes, and when he returned, he spread my ass cheeks. I felt the pressure of a plug being pressed inward, and then the fire. Ginger paste. He'd lubed the plug with ginger paste!! I began to squirm.

He slapped my ass and said, "Be still. This particular plug will be locked in place. You see," I began to feel more pressure inside, "this is called a pear of anguish. It's comprised of three petals, which I've just opened. Doesn't that feel nice?"

"It's so big, Sir!" I whined.

"I know, love. But this is punishment. It's also liberally coated with ginger paste, so you'll feel that burn for a while. Now, with this key," I heard a click, "I'm locking the plug open. It will stay there until I unlock and remove it. Perfect! Now, since your shoes are still on, go find some kindling for the fire."

Sniffling, I obeyed. My mind was already in sub mode. When I'd gathered an armload of twigs, I returned to the yard and neatly stacked half of the wood before going into the cabin and placing the rest of the twigs next to the wood-burning stove. Martin had already brought in firewood, so I began to arrange and light the fire. This would provide warmth for the cabin. Martin came in with a bucket of water and placed it on top of the stove so we'd have warm water to wash with.

By this time, the ginger paste was still heating up my ass, but the fiery burn had slowed.

"Come here," Martin ordered.

He was sitting at the table with a small box in front of him. I stood between his splayed legs.

Using both hands, he began to pinch and pull my nipples. I lifted my face to the low ceiling and moaned. I swear there's a nerve that connects my nipples to my pussy because even the most gentle of touches causes me to get wet. Keeping a strong pinch on one nipple, he bent his head be sucked the other. Catching the tip between his teeth, he pulled it back. I gasped. He then opened the box on the table, one-handed, and took out a wooden clothespin, snapping it closed on my stretched nipple. I began to tremble, desperately close to orgasm.

He repeated with the other nipple, and I exploded, holding onto his shoulders as an orgasm washed over me. Martin laughed and said, "I thought you'd enjoy that. Now, heat up some soup while I get the bonfire going outside."

"Yes, sir," I mumbled breathlessly.

After he came in, Martin sat at the table. Because of the locking mechanism on my plug, I was unable to sit on the wooden chair, so I knelt beside him. Martin ate his soup and then handed me the bowl so I could drink the rest of it. He then put the large bowl in the sink and held out a hand to me.

"Come. It's time to welcome the moon."

Since we were just going to the yard, I didn't bother with shoes. I didn't even think about shoes. I could think of nothing other than my nipples, my ass, my wet pussy, and Martin. We stood before the roaring fire, both of us naked, as Martin intoned:

"We welcome the earth which nurtures us, the fire which gives us life, the wind which feeds the fire, the water which quenches our desires. We offer our pain and pleasure as tribute."

He released the clothespins from my nipples.

I screamed as the blood pounded back into the tortured buds. Martin pressed a hand on my shoulder, and I knelt, my mouth opening. He plunged in, balls deep, causing me to gag. Nonetheless, he remained deep, his tip pressed against the back of my throat. I forced myself to relax and began sucking his cock, pulling him down into my throat. I cradled his balls in my hands, desperately wanting to suckle them, but Martin had other plans. As my jaw began to ache, he pulled out of me and said, "Lie down."

I lay down.

He lifted my legs and, from somewhere, used the key to unlock the plug. I felt the internal pressure lessen as he closed the petals and removed the plug. Oddly, I felt empty, bereft without it. I wasn't empty for long.

Martin positioned himself and plunged his magnificent cock inside my well-stretched ass. I screamed and came.

"That's it. Come, Clara. Give me. Give all the elements your pleasure. Give. It. All."

And I obeyed.

In and out, using powerful thrusts, Martin fucked me there on the soft grass, firelight reflecting off his muscular body.

"Pinch your nipples."

I did so.

"HARDER."

I did. Pain and pleasure mingling in an erotic dance of sensations.

Over and over again, I cried out, offering all I had to Martin, to the elements.

Martin growled, then shot his hot, sweet cum inside of me. I reveled in his gift, losing myself in the joy of having a part of HIM inside of me.

He lay beside me, holding me, as we watched the flames dance in the dark.

"Are you cold?" he asked.

"No, not with the fire and you," I answered.

"How's your ass and nipples?"

"Both tender and well used, Sir."

"Hmmm. And do you like that?"

I snuggled deeper into his embrace.

"Very much, sir."

He kissed my head and said, "That's good, because tomorrow will be a full day. As soon as you wake up, before you even pee, I want your mouth on my cock. Your first breakfast will be my cum. Think you can remember that?"

I giggled and responded, "Of course, sir. Besides, if I do forget, I'm sure you'll find a lovely way to help me remember."