Snow Breeze

Snow Bound Volume 4

By Julia P. Lynde

I woke to a tongue tickling my ear. "It's morning, Allison."

"Sarah," I said softly. "You weren't a dream."

"No, love." She nipped my ear. "Are you still my love slave?"

"Yes," I told her breathily.

I felt her fumbling at my head. "Hold still," she ordered. There was a snick, then she unbuckled the blindfold harness I'd worn since arriving last night. She pulled it from my head and I blinked in the morning light.

Sarah was on her side next to me in bed. It didn't look like she was wearing any clothes, but I suspect she had on a pair of panties. Probably mine. I couldn't quite remember from last night. I reached down to check, but she slapped my hand away playfully. She pressed me back into my pillow, then smoothed my face.

"You have marks from the harness," she said. "Maybe this isn't a toy we'll use when we have guests."

I giggled nervously.

"Go do the morning bathroom rituals," she ordered. "Then come back to me. You can talk to me during my backrub."

"Backrub is it?"

"All good love slaves give fabulous back rubs," she said. "I wonder if you're a good love slave."

"Only the best for you," I told her, grinning.

I took off for the bathroom, doing the normal things. I freshened up as well, brushing my teeth and so on. I also was going to need a shower, but that could wait. When I returned to the bedroom, Sarah had kicked off all the covers. She wasn't wearing panties.

"I expect a half hour of adoration," she said.

"Yes, Princess Sarah," I told her.

She rolled over and looked at me as I sat down. "Was that sarcasm? Am I pushing you too hard?"

"No, it was teasing," I told her. "I'd love to give you a back rub."

She eyed me suspiciously but then nodded and rolled back onto her stomach. "Thank you, Allison," she said.

I looked at her lovely body for a moment. Her long red hair was being particularly unruly. I used my fingers to brush it up out of the way. She had a slight but very feminine figure. I had more curves, but I loved her body. She had freckles across her shoulders that I loved to touch.

My hands behaved for a while. Sarah was a marvel. She had strong shoulders and well defined arms. All her muscles were toned, and she had a marvelous ass I stared at while massaging her back. This scared, confused, confusing woman had chosen my bed, and I felt amazingly lucky.

Moreover, she was allowing herself to be vulnerable to me.

I tried to decide if this was just a backrub, or something else. She'd kept me blindfolded since arriving; this was my first opportunity to look at her, and look at her I did. But was she telling me something else? Did accepting a backrub from me require more trust than she normally gave?

"You have such a nice touch, Allison," she said while I was working on the muscles of her lower back.

Was this backrub an opportunity to show her more of the advantages of sharing my bed?

My thoughts ran around in circles while my fingers traced circles on her skin. I bent over and kissed the back of her neck. She made an appreciative noise.

I don't know how long I rubbed Sarah's back. I lost myself in the hypnotic sensuality. It wasn't until both our stomachs made their desires known, almost in stereo, that I was broken out of my own trance.

She giggled and rolled onto her side, wrapping herself around me for a moment.

"Thank you, Allison," she said. "That felt amazing." She hugged me for a moment before rolling out of bed. I watched as she headed straight for my undies drawer. "Which ones do I want to wear today?" she asked. She looked over at me and grinned.

She dug through my undies. She pulled out a pink pair and set them on the top of the dresser. Then she pulled out a black pair. She stepped into them, wriggling her ass at me while she pulled them on. I watched the entire time.

Sarah turned to me. "Hungry," she said.

I smiled. "What may I feed you?"

"I brought a few things." She paused. "I'm not that good a cook. Other than here with you, I haven't ever really cooked over a real stove. Just a camp stove or a camp fire."

"I brought supplies for crepes," I told her.

"I changed my mind," she told me.

"About breakfast?"

"There's a sporting goods store in town. I won't let you buy me a pair of cross country skis, but I'll let you buy your cabin two pair, and if it happens that one of the pairs of boots fit my feet, I'd happily use them."

I laughed. "Breakfast, shower, shopping, then we learn to ski?"

"There might be a step between breakfast and the shower," she said impishly. "If the crepes are really good, it might be during breakfast."

She grinned again before walking to the closet. She pulled one of my bathrobes on then held another one for me. "Those are your undies this morning," she said, nodding to the pink ones.

"Pink?" She nodded. "Seriously?"

"Why do you have them if you don't wear them."

"I wear them," I told her. "I just wouldn't normally admit to it."

She laughed. "Pink. You'll look cute."

* * *

While I made breakfast, she pulled out her computer. She clicked away at it for a while before turning it to face me. Staring at me was a wolf.

"Did you take that?"

"Wednesday. Here's the original shot." She clicked and a shot from much further away appeared. "The close up is grainy. She was on the other side of the lake. She stepped out onto the snow and we stared at each other across the lake. I'm just happy I had my longest lens handy."

Then she clicked back to the first shot.

"She is gorgeous," I told her.

"I was hoping to see the whole pack. I did, once, but they were two miles away. I didn't even try to get photos."

While the crepes themselves were cooking, I set out the various choices for things to roll up inside. Sarah looked at them. "How do you stay skinny eating like this?"

"I don't eat like this very often."

* * *

An hour later found us at the outfitter store in town. They were well equipped to provide us with anything we would want for outdoor winter fun. Sarah gravitated first to the camping gear.

"I can't believe people camp in the winter," I told her.

"The Inuit people deal with weather a lot worse than ours," she pointed out. "If we're still together next winter, I'll teach you to enjoy winter camping."

I didn't say anything to that but followed her up and down the aisles. She stopped in the camp stove selection and spent quite a bit of time looking at a couple of stoves. She looked at the prices of both of them and frowned, then sighed and turned away.

"Sarah?"

She turned to me.

"Why are you looking at stoves?"

"I have one small stove. It's very lightweight and great for backpacking trips when I have to carry everything, but it's small and only allows me to cook one meal at a time. I do a lot of my camping close enough to my car I could take something heavier."

"But-"

She raised an eyebrow.

"I thought-"

I wanted to tell her, I thought we were together now. She wouldn't be living in a tent anymore. She stepped up to me and put two fingers over my lips.

"You and I have a lot to work through," she said. "It isn't all going to happen in one or two weekends. I'm not moving to the city. I might visit. But didn't you listen when I read my book to you?" She looked at the stoves. "I don't need one, and I'm not willing to pay this much for something I don't need. They aren't overpriced, but they're more than I want to pay."

"I would-"

She put her hand over my mouth again.

"No. I'll let you buy the skis because we're going to do it together. But I won't be your kept woman. Okay?"

I looked into her eyes and nodded.

"My birthday is in November," she said. "By then we'll know what our patterns are."

She kissed me on the cheek, then took my hand and pulled me to the ski department.

It wasn't a big store, but there were several other customers shopping and only two clerks. Eventually a young man of about twenty came over. "My name is Mark. Thinking about skis?" he asked.

Sarah turned away from him, leaving me to answer.

"Hello, Mark," I said. "Yes. We thought we'd give it a try."

Mark then asked a few questions. Sarah let me answer for both of us. I thought it was odd she wasn't taking charge. Mark gave us an education. I wasn't sure whether Sarah was paying attention until he asked she size and she immediately answered. Mark selected everything for us and had it all piled together when Sarah said, "Give us a minute, Mark."

He stepped away and she turned to me. "You might hate it. We could just go walking instead."

I studied her face. "Are you getting weirded out letting me buy this?"

She nodded. "This is modest equipment, but it's still going to be several hundred dollars." She paused. "If you're buying this only because you think I want you to, I'd rather you didn't."

I looked into her eyes. "Will you let me buy them?"

She smiled.

* * *

We got the skis back to the cabin. We bundled up more thoroughly, put the funny boots on, then carried the skis and poles down to the lake. Sarah helped me into my skis and I immediately fell on my side, laughing. When Sarah tried to help me stand back up, I intentionally pulled her down on top of me.

"Hey!" she said. "Stop screwing around."

I kissed her. She broke the kiss almost immediately, but the look she gave me was filled with hunger. "Allison," she said throatily. "If we start this, we'll never get to skiing." Then she climbed off me, and this time I let her pull me to my feet.

Sarah put her skis on, then the two of us started moving slowly through the snow.

"I thought this was supposed to be easier than walking," I complained after twenty steps.

"The powder is deep here," she said. "But the snowmobilers have packed things down out there." She pointed. "We'll ski on their tracks for a while."

I was breathing hard by the time we found some packed down snow. Sarah turned to the right and began following the snowmobile tracks. I followed behind her. She would step, glide, step, glide, and it was very graceful.

I tried it and fell over with a yelp.

She stopped and looked over her shoulder at me, then slowly turned around.

"You make this look so easy," I told her, struggling to get up. "You were barely paying attention to Mark." I gave her a sharp look. "You've done this before!"

"I was just listening more closely than you realized, plus I have my youth and vigor on my side."

"Don't start measuring me for a granny's rocking chair yet," I told her.

I finally leveraged my way back onto my feet. "Show me what you were doing."

She skied back to me. "It's easy. It's just like sliding on the ice. Step and glide. Step and glide. Just control your balance and use your poles."

I looked at her dubiously.

Over the next hour, I fell several more times. Sarah fell twice as well. I finally felt I had the hang of it and was easily keeping up with Sarah. I was hot from exertion, but my legs were wet from the snow. "We should go home," I told her. "I'm wet."

"Can you feel your fingers and toes?" she immediately asked. "Wriggle them."

"I'm fine," I said. "We can come out again after lunch."

She smiled. "Care for a wager?"

I squinted at her. "What kind of wager?"

"A race. First one back to the cabin with all her outer gear off wins." She paused. "I'll even give you a head start."

"A head start, huh? And what do I get when I win?"

"You get to have input in what position you're in when I tie you up."

I laughed. "And if you win?"

"Then I get to tie you up and do absolutely anything I want to you."

"Either way, it sounds like I'm getting tied up," I said. She nodded slowly. "What if I don't want to get tied up?"

"Why are we talking about hypothetical situations that have no basis in reality?"

I laughed. "How much of a head start do I get?"

"Fifteen seconds."

"One minute," I countered.

She paused then looked over at the distance to the cabin. Then she smiled. "All right, one minute. But if I win, then you have to kneel down and kiss my feet as soon as we're both ready for our warm up bath."

"Deal."

I turned around and pointed my skis for the shortest path to the cabin.

"Allison," she said. "If you go that route, you'll be skiing through powder the entire time."

"It's shortest."

"I will be staying on the snowmobile tracks most of the way back," she said. "Suit yourself. If I win by more than ten minutes, then I get to draw on your skin with a permanent marker."

I turned to look at her. "Not the face."

"Nothing visible to your clients," she agreed. "I wouldn't do that."

I looked back and forth between the two routes. "You're really staying on the hard packed?"

"Yep, most of the way."

I narrowed my eyes at her. "Are you trying to sucker me into the longer route?"

"If I take the direct route, I agree to answer any three questions you ask. Any three at all."

I smiled at her.

"I'll start counting to sixty as soon as you start skiing," she told me.

I lined myself with the hard packed snow and started skiing back. Step. Glide. Step. Glide. I went as fast as I could without falling, although I was soon panting.

Behind me I heard Sarah counting. The further away I got, the louder she counted so I could hear her. I heard her say, "Sixty, here I come."

After that all I heard was my skis in the snow and my own panting. The cabin was further away than I realized.

After a couple of minutes, I heard Sarah behind me, her skis making a swooshing sound in the snow. We were only halfway back to the cabin before she caught up to me. We skied side by side for a while. "I love you," she said quietly, then she pulled ahead of me.

I almost fell.

I chased after her retreating ass. God! She was beautiful, and so graceful. It was almost as if she'd been born on skies.

"You bitch!" I yelled at her. "You've done this before!"

I heard her laughing. "You'll pay for calling me names!" she yelled over her shoulder.

I avoided falling until it was time to turn off the packed snow. I fell making the turn. Sarah had already disappeared into the cabin, her skis and poles stuck in the snow in front of the deck. I climbed to my feet and did my best to avoid the permanent marker.

I fell again. Then I got to shore without falling, but as soon as I tried to ski up to the cabin, I fell again.

I lied in the snow, panting and frustrated. I didn't get up.

Sarah must have been watching, as the cabin door open and she came back out, pulling on her boots and jacket. She ran to me and crouched down.

"Hey," she said quietly. "Are you okay?"

I looked up at her. There must have been something in my expression.

"Oh honey," she said. "I used to race in school."

"Raced?"

"My teen years weren't completely horrible," she said. "Mom had money and would buy things to assuage her guilt over never having any time for me."

She moved to my feet and helped me out of the skis, then pulled me to my feet. She picked up my skis and we walked to the cabin. She stuck my skis into the snow, standing on their tails, and I added my poles. Then she led the way into the cabin and helped me climb out of my clothes. I hadn't said anything.

She stood up and looked at me. "Are you upset I suckered you?"

"A little," I admitted.

"Just a little?"

"Maybe more than a little."

She didn't respond to that, but she reached for my hand. "Come on. Hot bath is ready."

I let her pull me into the bathroom then stood there while she undressed me. I stepped into the tub, and it hurt against my cold legs. I lowered myself slowly. By the time I was completely in the water, she was undressed and joining me, sitting at the other end of the tub facing me.

"I'll accept your punishment for being a bitch," she said, looking away from me.

"You weren't being a bitch," I told her. "I just get a little competitive."

"I'll give you one question," she said very quietly. "But I'm still tying you up, if I can cajole you back into a good mood."

I tried studying her face, but she ignored me and was doing something with the soap under the water.

"You're really going to let me ask a question?"

"Yes," she said, looking back at me. "Make it count. If it's about something from before I was twenty-one, frame it so I can answer in only a few words."

I didn't say anything for a minute. She slithered a foot over to me and tried sticking it in my crotch.

"Hey!" I said, capturing it. "Not yet, okay?"

"Sorry."

I took her foot, pulled it out of the water, and kissed the big toe before placing it back somewhere a little less intimate.

"I don't want to ask you anything if it's going to make you run," I told her.

"One question."

I thought about it and finally asked, "Who hurt you?"

She looked away for a while and didn't answer.

"Sarah, you don't have to answer."

She didn't respond immediately but turned back to me and looked me straight in the eye. "My aunt."

"Oh honey," I said.

"Hush." She paused. "She was the first. She caught me looking at girls when I was twelve. She was determined to 'cure' me of being gay." She paused. "I'm going to skip parts." She looked away and looked back. "After that, much after that, there was a series of boyfriends. Four. One was a nice guy. Three were total assholes. Only one of them hurt me physically, but all three hurt me emotionally. I felt I didn't deserve any better. So. My aunt and three boyfriends. Plus indirectly the people who should have been protecting me and didn't. Including Mom, the great psychiatrist, whose own daughter attempted suicide not once, but twice."

She looked away for a while, neither of us saying anything. I hadn't been expecting those particular details, but the basic story didn't surprise me very much. I didn't have a clue how to help her.

She turned back. "Have I paid my bitch debt?"

"Yes."

"Good. We're changing the subject. Did you enjoy skiing?"

I smiled. "Yes." I paused. "Is it safe to ask you about the skiing?"

She smiled back. "Actually, that's about the only safe subject. I skied in high school. I was on the cross country ski race team. I wasn't the most athletic person on the team, but it was a good solo sport. I could get lost in myself while skiing. It's how I learned to love winter. The only bad part about it is the short season."

She paused. "You did well today."

"You kicked my pants."

"It was your first day. You did well. Are we going out again later?"

"Not if I'm all tied up."

She laughed, and everything was okay again. She shifted around in the tub and we curled up together, soaking in the hot water.

* * *

After our bath, she wouldn't let me get dressed.

"I'm hungry," I told her.

"You'll eat naked," she said.

"You're getting dressed."

She looked at me. "Kneel."

I hesitated.

"Now! Kneel!"

I lowered myself to the floor.

"Head down, Slave!"

I lowered my head, but I was getting a little angry.

She walked around me. "Why are you fighting me?"

I didn't say anything.

She stopped in front of me, looking down at me, inches away from me. "Is this getting old for you?"

I still didn't answer.

She turned away, finished getting dressed, then left the bedroom. "Do what you want, Allison," she said as she left, closing the door.

I stayed there on my knees for another minute before I stood up. I found a pair of panties and a bathrobe and put them on, then went out to find her. She was standing at the window, looking out at the lake, her arms crossed. When I came out of the bathroom, she glanced at me but immediately turned back to the window.

I walked up next to her and was going to put my arm around her.

"Don't touch me," she said.

I stepped away from her. I sensed if I didn't fix this, she was going to leave. I didn't want her to go, both for my own selfish reasons, but also for hers. We needed each other. I didn't think this need of hers to be so dominant was healthy, but she retreated to it so fiercely. It wasn't something I could fight head on. It might not be something I could fight at all.

I asked myself as simple question. What was I willing to do for her? The answer was immediately obvious. Anything.

I dropped the robe in a puddle around my feet before stepping in front of her, kneeling, lowering my head, and saying, "I am very sorry, Mistress. I am still learning, and I am sorry for my mistakes."

"I told you that you didn't need to call me that." She paused. "Please don't do it again."

"Yes, Sarah."

She stepped forward, closing the distance between us, and wrapped her arms around my head. I wrapped mine around her waist, and we held each other.

"You need to remain submissive, Allison," she said quietly. "Not forever, but for now."

"I'm trying, Sarah."

"Did you tell Emily about this part?"

"Yes. But not Jim. She was very surprised and amused."

She hugged me a little tighter. "I will allow the panties during lunch." She lifted my chin and kissed me.

* * *

For lunch we had sandwiches. We were both very quiet to start. Sarah told me to sit in a stool while she made our lunch. Neither of us were saying anything until she stopped and looked at me. She smiled. "Tell me three things you like about me, and then three things you most hope I like about you."

"I love your hair, Sarah," I replied. "It's so you. Wild and passionate."

"That's one."

"I love your way of looking at things. The meditation and breathing, and how you can live so simply when everyone else thinks she needs a huge walk in closet and four hundred pair of shoes."

Then I leered at her. "I love hearing you gasp when I'm pleasuring you."

She laughed. "You're the one who is going to be gasping shortly. Now, three about you."

I thought about it for a moment. "I hope you will always think I'm sexy."

"I do," she said, offering her own leer. "You are the sexiest woman I've ever been with."

"I hope that you'll like my willingness to approach new activities and attitudes with an open mind."

She cocked her head. "I'll admit I was worried about that, but yes, you've been very open. I've been struggling to stay ahead of you."

I looked away for a moment. "This last one is stupid."

"That's okay," she said. "What is it?"

"I hope you'll like my home, and my success. I'm proud of how far I've come."

She walked around the island and kissed me. "I love your cabin, and I am very proud to be in your life."

We ate lunch quietly, but from the looks we were exchanging with each other, the confused moods from earlier had melted away. Once we were done eating, she cleared our plates and washed them. I walked up behind her and put my hand on her ass. She wriggled a little for me.

"Are we okay?" I asked quietly.

"I want to tie you up. How does that make you feel?"

"Sexy."

She turned to me and pulled me into a hug, her wet soapy hands on my back. Sarah kissed me, her tongue sliding between my lips to caress my own tongue. Her hands slid down my back and cupped my ass. She pulled me more firmly against her.

She broke the kiss, and we both had wild expressions as we looked at each other. "Go to the bedroom. When you arrive, remove your undies and leave them on the bed. Kneel on the bed, facing the foot. When I arrive, you will continue to look straight ahead. You will at no time turn to look at me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sarah."

"Are you going to obey?"

"Yes, Sarah."

She kissed me again then broke the kiss and said, "Go."

I smiled hesitantly and walked to the bedroom. I felt her eyes on me, and I wriggled for her as I went. When I got to the bedroom, I removed my undies and climbed onto the bed, kneeling the way she'd indicated.

I wasn't sure how I felt about all of this, but I knew how my body felt. I was dripping wet for her. I had suggested to her that I'd always wanted to be tied up, but the reality was, I'd never given it a second thought.

But she was teaching me that obeying her gave me what I wanted, too. She was here, and I was enjoying everything we did together, in and out of the bed. I certainly had enjoyed the skiing, up until the end.

Thinking about her tying me up made me more excited. My lips parted, and I found myself wondering what she would do to me.

She left me kneeling there for several minutes before I heard her walking down the hallway towards me. I stared straight ahead, exactly as she had ordered.

"No peeking, Allison. Pick a point on the wall or out the window and focus on it."

"Yes, Sarah. There's a nice branch on the tree."

"Octopus." She paused. "I really want to do this, but I never want to do anything you won't like."

"Sarah, I am dripping wet for you."

I heard her set several things on the bed behind me. I didn't look, but instead continued to stare at the tree outside my window. She walked around to stand in front of me. "Look at my eyes," she ordered. I looked up into her beautiful eyes.

"I've never done this before," she told me.

"Neither have I."

"You are amazingly beautiful, Allison. Please help me stop running."

"Oh honey." My heart was instantly breaking for her.

She stepped up and kissed me. When she pulled away she said, "If I go too far, you must stop me. Promise me. You might have to scream your word at me. I'm not going to gag you."

"I promise."

"For now, I'm not blindfolding you either. I want to see your eyes. I love your eyes, Allison. But if you peek, I'll be angry. Legitimately angry, not faking."

"I won't peek."

She smiled before her hand snaked down between my legs. She slid inside me. "Oh my," she said. "You are sodden for me."

I nodded.

She took her fingers from me and slipped them into her own mouth, sucking my juices off her hand, her eyes never leaving mine. I squirmed.

"Hands behind your back, palms together," she ordered, stepping behind me. I complied. "Good girl," she said.

She wrapped something around my arms, just above my wrists. "I am using rope," she said. She pulled the rope taut, then used her hands to squeeze my elbows closer together behind my back. She wrapped the rope around my arms several more times then somehow tied it off.

"Tell me one of your fantasies," she ordered. "Something you've thought about doing but have never done."

I thought about her question. In the meantime, she moved up my arms with the rope to just below my elbows, binding them with the rope. I still hadn't answered her.

"Allison," she said. "I can tie this so it remains moderately comfortable or, I imagine, rather uncomfortable."

"My fantasies are boring," I told her. "Two weeks ago I told you I'd thought about someone doing all this to me, but I lied. I have never given anything like this a passing thought."

"Give me your favorite uncompleted fantasy right now, Allison."

"Doing it outside under the stars," I told her immediately. "Where people might see me."

"An exhibitionist fantasy?" She wrapped the rope around my tummy, then did more things in back, and I found my arms becoming decreasingly mobile, tied off behind me.

"Not exactly," I said. "More like lowered inhibitions. All my fantasies are about doing things I don't think I could really do." I paused. "But I'm pretty tame. I haven't dated anyone in several years."

"I must blow all your inhibitions out of the water," she said while tightening one of the knots.

"It was an inhibition attack earlier," I told her.

"How did you get past it?" she asked me.

"I asked a simple question: what would I do for you. The answer made everything clear."

She stepped in front of me and kissed me, caressing my cheek. She stepped away and looked at me for a moment, smiling.

Her voice turned low. "Have you started wondering what I'm going to do to you? I wonder if you'll enjoy it."

I felt my heart start to thump in my chest.

"I'm not remotely done binding you, but already you're helpless. You'd never free yourself from my ropes."

I struggled against them. I couldn't reach any of the knots.

"Eyes straight ahead," she reminded me. "Or I'll punish."

She stepped behind my out of sight, then tied another rope around my arms, this one above the elbows. She cinched it tight, then tied it again just under my armpits. She stepped in front of me and tied a knot with the rope just above my breasts. "Now is when it starts to get exciting."

My bed had an open metal frame foot board. She wrapped the rope around the pipe and began tugging on it, pulling my chest down to the pipe, forcing me into a bow with my head hanging off the end of the bed.

Still kneeling in front of me, she tied it off, kissed me, and stood up.

"Feeling helpless?" she asked me.

My heart was thundering in my chest. "Yes."

"Do you like it?"

She began caressing my bottom. I wanted her touching me. I squirmed. "Yes."

"Have you thought about doing anything like this to me?"

I laughed. "I hadn't but I am now."

She spanked my bottom. It stung. I yelped.

"Do you want to spank me?"

"I-" I paused. "Maybe."

She spanked me again.

"Do you like it when I spank you?"

"Yes."

She gave me two good swats, one on each cheek. I yelped again. Then she caressed my bottom softly, and if it were even possible, I felt myself growing wetter.

"Do you understand your feelings?" she asked.

"No."

"But you like surrendering to me?"

I did. I like not having to make any decisions. And I really liked knowing she wanted me this much I told her that.

"I've barely begun, and I can never tell you how much I want you, or how much it turns me on to see you with your ass in the air like this." She reached between my legs and run a finger through my slit. "I love knowing how wet you're getting."

She painted my lips with her damp finger.

"Do you like how you taste?"

I liked my lips. "Yes, but I like how you taste better?"

"Do you?"

"Yes."

She moved back in front of me. I watched as she slipped out of her jeans, still wearing her blouse and panties. She slid her hand inside her panties. "I'm very wet, too, Allison. Looking at you waiting for me like this makes me very horny."

She pulled her hand out and it was glistening. She stepped up to me and slowly, sensuously wiped her juices against my lips. I could immediately smell her musk. I moaned into her hand and tried to take her fingers into my mouth. She let me.

She let me suck her fingers thoroughly before pulling them from my mouth.

"I could cut your hair," she told me.

"Oh!" I didn't like that idea. She began playing with my hair. "Don't worry," she assured me. "I like your hair longer. But I could dye it. I wonder how you would look as a platinum blonde."

She giggled. "You could be my platinum blonde love slave."

I squirmed.

"Do you want me to die your hair? You're squirming."

"No, but I like belonging to you."

She stepped away and retrieved something from the bed behind me. I stared out the window.

She stepped to my side and wrapped a rope around my right leg just below my knee. She tied some sort of knot, then pulled my leg to the right, spreading my legs, and tied the rope off to the bed frame. She stepped to the other side, carrying another rope as she went past, and treated my left leg the same way.

"There," she said. "All secure." She swatted my bottom again. I jerked against my bonds. "I do love seeing you helpless and squirming for me." I heard the grin in her voice.

She began caressing my entire body, touching me here, touching me there, light touches, a quick tickle here, a tap there. I never knew where she would touch me again. Every touch wakened more nerve endings, all of which seemed to have a direct line to my vagina. I felt like I was dripping down my legs, I was so wet and horny.

"Mine," she said.

"Yours," I agreed.

"Mine," she said touching my ear. "Mine." She flicked an engorged nipple. "Mine, mine, mine." Each word was accented by a touch.

"Yes," I said. "Yes."

"You love this, don't you?"

"Yes."

"I love touching you, Allison. I love making you squirm. I love knowing you're mine. I love watching this stunning body of yours squirming under my touch."

She retrieved something else from the bed. I heard a bottle of something open and the distinctive sound of liquid being squired from a bottle. She stepped up to me after a moment and began running her hand on my bottom. Her hand felt wet, oily. She slipped her hand between my legs, and her fingers parted me expertly before beginning to tease my clit. I jumped.

"Mine," she said. "Mine."

"Yours," I said in a whisper. "All yours."

I couldn't start squirming and began to pant.

She rested her other hand on my ass, then I felt her tapping at my anus.

"Have you ever done anything here?" she asked, tapping me.

"No."

She pressed at me with something. It wasn't her finger. She continued to tease my clit, making me squirm. I felt my anus begin to swallow whatever she was pressing into me. She slid it in very slowly.

"What are you doing?"

She didn't answer. I squirmed and pressed against it, sliding it deeper inside me. I gasped.

She continued to apply pressure and I was slowly filled.

The fingers on her left hand never stopped teasing my clit, and it was driving me insane. I wriggled my ass, which just drove further home whatever she was pressing into me. I felt it bottom out. She gave it one last push to settle it.

"There," she said. "All plugged."

"Ohhhh."

"Do you like it?"

"I don't know," I said in a whisper.

She began tapping on it while continuing to tease my clit and I almost went insane with the sensation.

"Do you want to be mine?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to belong to me?"

"Yes."

"It feels good to surrender."

"Yes, Sarah!" I squirmed, and I knew I was close to coming.

"When you come, you will be my slave, won't you."

"Yes, Sarah."

"When you come, you will be thinking how good it feels to obey me."

"Yes! Oh Sarah!"

"Are you close?"

"Yes!"

"Do you want to come?"

"Yes."

"Will you obey me, always obey me?"

"Yes!"

She began whispering into my ear. "It feels good to obey me, Allison. It feels good to belong to me. You want to obey me, always."

"Yes! Yes!" I started to come. She continued to tap the plug while her fingers teased my clit. "I'm coming, Sarah!"

"Tell me you're my slave."

"I'm your slave! Sarah! Oh Sarah! I'll obey!"

"Surrender."

"I'll surrender!"

I exploded to what she was doing to me with her hand, screaming her name and promising to obey. She slid her fingers inside me and pressed against my G-spot. My vagina clenched around her fingers tightly.

She continued to whisper into my ear the key words. "Mine, surrender, obey."

And all I could think was, "Yes, yes, yes."

I shuddered and shuddered, her fingers pressed inside me, until finally I slumped.

She slowly withdrew her fingers then moved to sit on the floor in front of me. She looked up at me and slowly slipped her fingers into her mouth and sucked on them while watching me. "You taste divine," she said after pulling her fingers from her mouth. "You look divine, too."

I looked at her, my brain still all muddled. She was so young and so beautiful. I wanted to wrap myself in her and have her never let go. My heart was bursting with love and lust and desire.

"Are you going to untie me?" I finally asked.

"Not quite yet," she said, smiling. "I'm not at all done with you."

I smiled weakly at her.

"Now, don't you go anywhere," she said, getting up. "I need to go find a permanent marker. I think I saw some in your computer desk. When I was snooping." She grinned.

"Oh no." I had forgotten about the permanent marker.

"Oh yes." She patted my cheek. "I'm a graphics artist, Love. I wonder what I should draw on your skin."

While she was gone, I struggled against my bonds. She had me well tied. I wasn't going anywhere.

I couldn't believe how quickly she had reduced me to begging the way she had. I didn't know what I wanted anymore. That wasn't entirely true. I wanted Sarah in my life. And the things she did to me felt so amazing. The sense of belonging was overwhelming.

She walked back in the room. I almost turned to look at her, then stared straight ahead, which really meant the at the floor in front of me, bent over the bed frame the way I was.

"You almost peeked," she said.

"Yes. But I didn't."

"I'm glad you didn't. I like knowing I can trust you." She sat down on the floor in front of me where we could look at each other.

"Allison. Octopus."

I blinked at her a couple of times.

"Are you all right with this?"

"Yes," I told her. "I'm very confused about my own reactions though."

"Bad reactions?"

"No. I-" I didn't know what I wanted to say. "I don't want you to stop. I don't want you to ever let me go."

"It might be hard to do your job like this," she said, grinning at me.

"That's not what I meant."

She smiled. "You want to remain mine. You want me to make you obey me."

"Yes."

She leaned forward and kissed me then leaned back again. "And you're confused because you could never have imagined this before."

I nodded.

"We're both figuring it out as we go, Allison." She reached up and caressed my cheek. Then she held up a permanent marker. "You only had black."

I stared at it.

"I really want to draw something on your skin, but I suckered you into a wager, and I'm not sure it's fair."

"What are you going to draw?"

She grinned at me, stood up, then whispered in my ear. "Thank you." She moved to my side and leaned her hand on me. "No moving now, even if it tickles. I can't erase it if you make me smudge."

"Please start slow," I requested. "Is it going to hurt?"

"I'll try not to let it hurt." She rubbed her hand over my bottom, letting me know where she intended to draw, then I felt the marker slide across my skin. "Did that hurt?"

"No."

I felt my mind shutting down again as she drew, surrendering to her. I couldn't describe it, but it felt good to let her do what she wanted.

She spent some time drawing, and it was a large drawing extending partway up my back, almost all the way down to my leg, and over to my hip. I held as still as I could for her.

"You're doing very well, Love," she said. "Good girl. Almost done."

A few minutes later she capped the pen. "Not perfect," she said, blowing against my skin. "But not bad. Do you want to see it?"

"Yes."

She leaned over and looked into my face, grinning impishly.

"You may wriggle your ass around for a while. I'll be right back."

She was only gone for a minute or two and came back with her camera and computer.

"Oh no!"

She set the computer down, then I heard her taking pictures. She took several before sitting down on the floor in front of me. She was grinning widely. "I'm keeping these, Allison." She plugged her camera into the laptop to download the photos, then reviewed them. I couldn't see yet. Finally she turned the computer around so I could see.

I stared at the screen. "It's us."

She smiled.

She had drawn two women, clearly women with exaggerated curves. One had wild hair. She was standing, holding a leash attached to the woman kneeling in front of her, wearing nothing but a collar. I stared at the screen. She was looking up at my face.

"It's not really permanent," she said. "Fingernail polish remover would remove it. Otherwise it will fade after several days of normal washing. Do you want me to remove it?"

"No," I said.

She smiled and rose to her feet. She began caressing me again. She pressed on the plug, still inserted on me, and I squirmed. "Who do you belong to?"

"You!"

She pressed on it again, causing me to squirm.

"Who do you obey?"

"You!"

"Good girl," she said. "I bet you're getting stiff."

"Yes."

She began slowly pulling the plug out of me.

"Oh, oh, oh," I said. It wasn't very comfortable on the way out.

"I'm sorry," she said. I felt it slide the rest of the way out. She walked into the bathroom and I heard running water for a minute or two before she returned. She kissed my left foot and untied it, then walked around and did the same with the right. She untied me from the bed but kept my arms bound.

"I'm not ready to let you go entirely, Allison." She wrapped her arms around me and helped me lie down on my side, my arms still bound behind me. "Will you be okay for a while longer?"

"A while," I said.

She climbed up on the bed, grabbed some pillows, then lied down on her back and pulled me to her. With my head on her shoulder, she began caressing me gently.

"Is this okay, just for a few minutes?"

"Yes, Sarah," I told her. "But I wish I could hold you."

She caressed me for a minute or two before she said quietly, "I have a fantasy."

"Oh?"

"Of me letting you do to me what I just spent the last ninety minutes doing to you."

"Ohhh." I thought about it.

"Right now, I would freak out badly. So the fantasy is being able to enjoy it. Does that make sense?"

"Yes."

She held me for another minute, petting me, then she slipped away from me and began untying my arms. It took her several minutes. As soon as my arms were free, I wrapped them around her and held her tightly. She settled back to the bed with me and we cuddled quietly.

* * *

We both fell asleep for a while.

Sarah woke first She kissed my forehead and brushed my cheek, waking me up. "Would you like to go skiing again?"

"Yes."

We slid out of bed. I went to the bathroom and checked her handiwork in the mirror. It was actually kind of cute, but I felt a little embarrassed at the same time. I stepped back out. Sarah was picking up the room.

"I feel a little silly," I told her.

"Silly is good for you," she said. "It's easy to take ourselves too seriously."

I walked over to her and stared at her. "Does that mean you'll let me draw something on your bottom?"

"Can you draw?" She grinned.

"Not fair," I muttered.

She reached out and grabbed my chin. "Are you really upset or playing with me?"

"Playing with you."

She smiled. "Good. I'm drawing on the other cheek later."

I laughed.

* * *

We skied for an hour. Sarah let me set the pace and skied next to me. It was invigorating, even in the cold air. I only fell over a couple of times, and both times were quite silly.

When we got back to the cabin, I told her, "Thank you. I never would have done this. I think I'm hooked."

I made dinner. We cuddled together on the sofa afterwards, talking quietly. It was late when we went to bed.

* * *

Sunday morning I woke first. I extricated myself from Sarah and used the bathroom. I discovered I was wide awake. She was still asleep, so I closed the bedroom door and went down the hall to my little office.

I logged onto my computer and did some research.

I was strictly a relationship counselor. I had a degree in counseling psychology, but it was fifteen years old. I did my continuing education work on areas directly related to the work I did. I hadn't kept up on modern techniques for treatment of adults who had been abused as children.

I couldn't treat Sarah, of course. We were in a relationship. But I could collect some information and refer her to an appropriate colleague. I printed out some information and emailed, Karen, a colleague who specialized in cases like Sarah's. I didn't share any details, just that I had someone who needed her expertise, and could I arrange an appointment for early in the week.

Then I started making breakfast.

Sarah came stumbling out of the bedroom to the smell of the bacon. She was wearing another pair of my panties and one of my tee-shirts.

"Good morning!"

"You weren't there," she said quietly.

"I was wide awake and decided to let you sleep."

She didn't say anything but accepted the cup of tea I handed her. "I was about to get you. Breakfast is almost ready."

"You're awfully cheerful," she said.

"I have something to show you after breakfast."

She set the tea down and wandered back into the bedroom. She returned several minutes later, dressed and looking more awake. Her hair was brushed, although still unruly. "I've been slacking on your meditation," she said, smiling at me. "We'll remedy that later."

"I'd like that. If you sit down, I can serve you."

"I like the sound of that," she said, leering at me.

We talked quietly over breakfast. When we were done, I cleaned up while she drank her tea.

"Meditation time," she said when I came back.

"Actually," I said. "I want to show you something first. I just need a couple of minutes."

"All right."

I went back to my office. I'd gotten a reply email from Karen. She was offering Tuesday morning at eleven or Thursday at four. I wrote back and thanked her, accepting the Tuesday appointment. I gathered all the papers and went to find Sarah. She was sitting in the living room. I sat down next to her.

"I did some research," I told her.

"Research?"

I nodded. "I'm a relationship counselor." I explained. She stared at me. I handed her the material I had collected. "I can't treat you myself, of course, but you have an appointment Tuesday with a colleague. You're going to love her."

She stared at me for a moment, stared at my smiling face, and I saw a complicated look of fear, horror, and self-hate climb into her face all at once.

"I didn't tell you what I told you because I wanted you to start treating me," she said quietly. "I told you so you would understand. That's all." Her voice started to rise. "That's all! If I wanted a fucking psychologist, I damned well know how to find one! If I wanted a referral, I could have called my fucking psychiatrist mother, and she'd get me every specialist on the planet."

She was screaming now.

"Honey," I said, reaching for her. "I'm just trying to help."

"Don't touch me!" she screamed, pulling away. "Oh god, I'm so STUPID! I knew you couldn't do this. Stupid, stupid, stupid!"

She jumped to her feet and ran to the bedroom.

I got off the sofa and followed her.

"Honey," I said again. "You need help."

"Stay away from me!" she screamed. I stepped into the bedroom. She was hopping out of her jeans.

"Honey?"

She pulled the panties off she was wearing -- my panties -- and threw them at me.

"You were helping! You were giving me hope! And you just stole it!"

"Honey, it's not like that."

She reached down and grabbed her jeans, then picked up her computer and camera, still in the bedroom from yesterday.

"Get out of my way! Don't touch me!"

She tried to step past me, and I grabbed her.

"No! No! No! Let me go!" She struggled from my grip then ran past me. I ran after her and found her stuffing her computer and camera into their bags.

"Please, Sarah," I said. "Calm down."

"You just gave up the right to tell me what to do! I'm leaving!"

"You're over reacting," I said in my calm voice, the one I used with spouses that had become heated with each other.

"I'm so stupid! I knew you wouldn't just accept it my way. I knew this was too good to be true. Stupid, stupid, stupid."

I suddenly realized she really intended to leave. I ran around to stand in front of her. "Sarah, please calm down." I held my hands out. "Let's talk about this."

"Get out of my way. Right now!" She feinted right then dashed around me on the left, carrying her computer, camera and jeans. I chased her out to the laundry room. "Don't touch me!"

I ran and stood in front of the door to the garage, my back to it. I watched as she set her computer and camera on the washer and went digging through her backpack. She pulled out several pairs of my undies and threw them at me, then finally found a pair of her own and pulled them on.

"Sarah, I'm sorry, please, you need help."

"Shut up!"

She pulled her jeans on.

"You shouldn't try to do this on your own. Karen is a good therapist."

"You had no right! You ruined everything, oh god, Allison! You ruined everything!"

She closed her backpack, tugging on the straps angrily, then grabbed her hiking boots and pulled them on, lacing them. She picked up her backpack and slung it over her shoulders, then grabbed her computer and camera bags and turned to me.

"Get. Out. Of. My. Way."

"Sarah, you're in no shape to drive."

"You don't get to judge that! Get out of my way!"

"Sarah, please." I started crying. "Please don't go like this."

"This is your fault. Get the fuck out of my way. God, I'm so fucking STUPID!"

"No you're not, but you need help."

"Shut up! Fuck! Get out of my way! Allison, I swear, get out of my way!"

"No. You're in no shape to drive."

She turned around and stomped to the kitchen. I followed her but was too late to stop her on the way to the knife drawer.

"No no no! Sarah!"

She pointed the knife at me and I backed away from her.

"You don't want to hurt me," I said, now scared. Her look was wild.

"Stay the fuck out of my way!"

She slid past me, the knife pointed in my direction, and backed up into the laundry room. She backed up to the door to the garage, then slammed the knife onto the washer before dashing out the door, hitting the door opener on the way past it.

"Sarah! You can't drive like this!" I yelled, chasing after her.

"Stay away from me!"

She threw everything into her car. I grabbed her and tried to pull her into a hug, but she started screaming and keening at the same time. It was the most horrible sound I've ever heard.

"Let me go!" Keen. "Let me go!" Keen. She struggled to get away, and I dropped my hands from her.

She climbed into her car and started it.

"Sarah! I'm sorry! Please, don't leave like this."

She made a rude gesture at me then began backing out of the garage. She turned around and roared off down my driveway. I fell to my knees as she drove off.

* * *

I stayed there on the cold garage floor, crying and screaming her name. I don't know how long.

She didn't come back.

The cold eventually drove me back into the house. I left the garage door open in case she came back.

I finally stopped crying. At five I called Emily.

"How's the weekend going?"

"I'll be there in four hours," I told her, then hung up.

I taped a note for Sarah on the back door, in case she came back, then began the long drive to Emily's.

Snow Breeze is continued in the fifth and final Snow Bound short story, No More Snow.

About the author:

Julia P. Lynde lives and works in the American mid-west.

Julia is older than most of the characters in her books. She has blue eyes and grey hair. She enjoys hiking in the mountains (difficult to do in the mid-west) and hosting dinner parties.

Julia can be reached via email as julia.p.lynde@gmail.com.

Julia's other works include:

Novels

Rewind:

Emerging from traumatic events of her past, Shane is left dealing with newfound self-revelations until she seeks help from an unexpected quarter.

Veronica is a stunning and powerful businesswoman who knows what she wants and lives for the seduction involved in getting it.

Complicated doesn't begin to describe the results.

Rewind features graphic sex between consenting women and some light BDSM.

Pulled to the Dark: The Siriena Series Volume 1:

Felicia Conner begins having recurring dreams of the woman who gave her a great new job. Night after night, Petra appears in her dreams. Petra begins to teach Felicia the wonders of the dream world she inhabits while Felicia begins to wonder how she can have such lifelike dreams night after night.

Petra welcomes Felicia to the world of Siriena, where the world may just very well be as it seems.

This complete novel of 95,000 words contains swords, magic, intriguing characters, an easy-to-hate villain and graphic sex scenes between Felicia and Petra.

Shorts

Bound in Arrogance

"You wouldn't last two hours of my attention," Penny told me, turning it into a wager. Foolishly, I rose to the bait.

Bound in Arrogance features Veronica and Penny several years prior to the events in Rewind. It features light BDSM.

Snow Bound

First in the five-part Snow Bound series.

After a near experience with a deer, Allison is pulled from her car by Sarah, troubled twenty-five-year-old photographer. Sarah drives Allison to Allison's secluded cabin on a lake, where the two become snow bound.

Allison finds Sarah deeply attractive. Will Sarah's troubled past interfere with a possible future?

This short of 10,000 words contains graphic sex, light bondage, domination, and a mind game or two.

Snow Rebound

Second part in the five-part Snow Bound series.

Allison and Sarah continue their weekend at Sarah's cabin. Sarah shares some of her troubles with Allison.

This short of 16,000 words takes up where Snow Bound finished and is written from Allison's point of view. There is graphic sex, bondage and domination.

Snowed Alone

Third in the Snow Bound Series.

Allison sobbed as Sarah drove away from the cabin at the end of the weekend. She was leaving. How could she leave?

Allison can't think of anything other than Sarah. Then, a week later, the phone rings. Can the two pick up where they left off?

This short of 9,500 words takes up where Snow Rebound finished and is written from Allison's point of view. There is graphic sex, bondage and domination.

Snow Breeze

Copyright 2012 by Julia P. Lynde

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