Story Time: The Barn

There were certain benefits to living in the middle of nowhere. The barn was one of those. From the outside, it didn't look like much. Just an old barn at the back of the property. The outside was misleading. If you were to step inside, you would find far more than just storage shelving and boxes. You would find a secret place that few would ever know existed. When she'd first moved here, the barn had been a miserable place not even worth throwing old boxes into. She'd spent more time and money on fixing it how she'd wanted than she had on the interior of her own home. New floors had been poured and laid and a dividing wall had been put up. The front of the barn was typical garage type storage. It was what was behind the wall that would have shocked some and impressed others. Storage cabinets lined the walls. The floors were shining hardwood and standing in the middle of the floor stood a well built A-frame. Anyone who wandered in here would think they'd found an exotic dungeon and they would be right. Nobody wandered in though. This space was a closely guarded secret and she let few in its doors. Today, she would be allowing someone new in.

She would meet him at the end of the driveway. Today, she belonged to him and her own inner protocol dictated that she be there waiting for him. Had this not been a public location, she would have awaited him kneeling. She had already prepared the space. On a small table, she had laid out a variety of floggers, crops and paddles. On another, she had placed furs, knives and coils of carefully bundled ropes. The cabinet doors were all unlocked to give him access to anything she may not have thought of. Looking around one last time, she shut the door behind her and walked to the end of the driveway.

Had anyone been watching, they would have seen his car pull up and what would appear to be two old friends talking. She tucked her arm into his and casually walked back down the driveway, describing the property and what she had done to it since she had moved in. When they reached the barn, she unhooked the latch on the door and led him inside. There, in the cover of the building, he wrapped his hand in her hair, a move that few people knew could bring her to her knees. He felt her wobble and smiled to himself. He had found the first of her weaknesses. Before the day was done, he intended to see what else had that kind of affect on her. 

She led him through the door in the back and into her private space. His eyes widened with appreciation as he looked around. The space was comfortable yet sexy as hell and the little bit of nerves that he could feel as he touched her excited him. He released her, but only long enough to close the door behind them, locking them away from the outside world. For as long as they were here, it would only be the two of them. Taking her by the hand, he led her to the middle of the space. There, he stepped back to admire the picture that she made. It was nice, but it would get better. 

He ordered her to undress and watched her as she did so. She quickly removed each item before neatly folding it and laying it on a chair that had been placed in the corner out of the way. Smiling, she came to stand before him once more. His eyes and then his hands ran appreciatively over the curves of her body. He could practically hear her purr as he touched her. It made him wonder what other sounds he could get her to make and with that thought in mind, he led her over to the A-frame.  He centered her beneath it, facing her away from him. The surprise of what would come next would just add to what he was about to do to her. 

She had laid out a variety of bondage materials. There were handcuffs and leather cuffs as well as the rope. He found her eye for detail and her consideration for his possible desires a lovely trait. He liked that she wanted to please him in any way that she could. Taking a length of rope, he uncoiled it and used it to bind each of her wrists before looping it up and over a hook inserted in the top of the frame. With her arms stretched above her head, he knelt in front of her to repeat the process with her ankles, this time binding them to the frame itself. 

She squirmed just a little. She wasn't used to being tied like this. It was exciting but it made her just a little bit nervous at the same time. She was a woman used to being in control and to not only be bound but to be turned away from seeing anything took her out of her comfort zone. She'd known though that this would be a possibility. She wasn't afraid and if she were honest with herself, the excitement far outweighed her nerves. 

He could feel her nerves as he ran his hand up her soft body. Her body was practically humming with the combination of emotions racing through her. He liked that. He liked keeping her guessing. It added to his own enjoyment of their time together. Giving her nipple a friendly tweak, he stepped around behind her to see what had been laid out and what he might want to start with. Picking up a soft piece of fur, he wrapped it around his hand and came to stand behind her again. He felt her soft shudder of pleasure as he ran the fur over her back and down over the rounded cheeks of her ass. He watched as her head dipped forward and her eyes drifted shut. Normally he would demand they stay open but he wanted to watch her natural reactions. Commands and orders could come later. 

He took his time warming her up, running his hands and the fur over her body before switching over to one of the soft leather floggers laying on the table. He didn't swing it, he merely draped it over her body, letting the falls caress her skin. She stood silently but he could feel the energy in the room. He continued caressing her bare skin with the flogger, every now and then bringing it back and letting it now thud against her. He heard her soft sigh and realized that she was actually moving back into each swing. Chuckling, he set up a steady rhythm with the flogger, letting her get used to the pattern and the slow increase in weight behind each swing. 

He waited until he knew her skin was warm and tingly and then he switched to another flogger. This one wasn't leather, but actually a plastic. Again, he started slow, teasing her with the feel of it against her skin before bringing it back. This time, she didn't move into the blow but stood there.  He knew that the slash of the plastic must sting but other than the occasional whimper, she never moved. After a few minutes, she started leaning back into the blows. By this time, her skin was pink and glowing. He worried about hurting her, but she had warned him that she could take much more than it would appear. Trusting her, he kept up the rhythm while reaching for a horse hair flogger with his other hand.  This one, he knew would sting and yet when he brought it across the back of her thighs and ass, she didn't move away. He heard her whimper and walked around her. Her head was still down and her eyes were still closed. He draped the flogger across her shoulders and raised her chin with his hand. Her eyes opened again for a moment but closed as he gathered her close to kiss her. She poured herself into the kiss, straining against the ropes to get closer to him. When they parted, neither one of them was steady. 

Taking a deep breath, he ran his hand down over her chest and her stomach to rest between her legs. She wasn't just wet, she was soaked. He slid a finger inside, his mouth moving to capture her moan. Her body was primed and in no time at all, he had her writhing against his hands, begging him for release. The flogger fell to the floor, momentarily forgotten. His attention was focused solely on bringing her to orgasm. Her attention was focused solely on him and the feelings that he was creating deep inside of her. He kissed her again, his hands never stilling their movements on and inside of her. She pulled against the ropes, begging him to let her cum. He leaned over her, his mouth now up against her ear as he spoke the words she was so desperate to hear, "Cum, my pet." Her body bucked against him, only the ropes now holding her in place. When it was done, he slowly released her from her bonds and allowed her to curl up against the A-frame, watching him as he replaced the items that he had used. 

She smiled, watching him, enjoying the feeling of complete mellowness that always followed something like this. He kept an eye on her, making sure that she was ok. She liked that. It showed that she was more than just a scene to him. She was a person who mattered. When he was done, he helped her to her feet then sat down on the chair that was placed in the other corner. It was a large chair, made for relaxing and he pulled her down on his lap. With her head resting against his shoulder, he quietly ran his hand over her hair and down her back. This was a quiet time and neither of them felt the urge to talk. Together, they had both experienced something new together and this was the time after for them to just be against one another. 

After a while, she stirred and raised her head to look at him. He smiled and gently kissed her before allowing her to slide off his lap and get dressed again. She walked to the door and held out a hand to him. He placed his in hers and together, they went to explore the other areas of her home that she had spent so much time creating.