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While we ate, Master told me I’d spend the night with him Monday night, go to work Tuesday, and then go home Tuesday evening. “Wednesday night will be your first maintenance session, and whether you get it twice a week or once a week will depend on your attitude and manners.”

Once, he’d told me maintenance isn’t as bad as punishment, and that was a relief, but he was also clear it was designed to remind me of why I didn’t want to be punished.

But I couldn’t think too much about that. This was our weekend away, and that meant enjoying each other’s company. I wanted to apologize again for forcing him to punish me, but the rule is that once punishment happens, it’s over. He’d be displeased with another apology.

Master’s dick was in my mouth about ten seconds after the two massage therapists left, with me on my knees. He finished in about ten minutes, his hands wrapped around the back of my head and his dick buried in my throat.

And then he allowed me to go to the restroom before he crammed another fat-necked plug up my ass, locked my ankle cuff to the chain looped around the bedrail, and then Master spooned behind me.

“Sleep, slave. We have an early morning tomorrow.”

He’d only left me free the one night, and it felt good, being locked to the bed beside him. Comforting. I was his property, and this was a physical proof he owned me.

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Will

Saturday morning was fantastic — I fucked his face again and came down his throat, we had an early breakfast, and then had the Tail of the Dragon nearly all to ourselves.

The road leading to Cades Cove was also fun to drive, but when we arrived, we parked the McLaren at the gift shop and rode the loop in the SUV with Mac and Ranger because I wasn’t certain about one of the big dips in the road. It probably would’ve been okay, but you only go a few miles an hour when on the loop, so it isn’t like I was going to have fun driving it, and I had more fun watching for wildlife with Davy from the back seat of the SUV.

We were there early enough, we saw tons of deer and turkey, and even saw a bear cross the road and disappear into the forest.

I absolutely drove the McLaren on the Roaring Fork Motor Trail when we got to Gatlinburg, though — and then parked it at our cabin and let the security guys drive us to The Melting Pot for a late lunch. We wore caps and sunglasses to walk all through Gatlinburg, the left side of the road all the way to the Aquarium, and then the other side of the road on the way back, where we bought fudge, went through a car museum, did a tasting tour of a distillery/brewery, and just generally had fun with each other.

I saw pieces of Davy’s sense of humor I hadn’t seen before, and I noted he was good at modulating his language around others, speaking respectfully without using Sir or Master. I asked Mac and Ranger to take us through the Roaring Fork Motor Trail again, and we sawninebears this time, when we’d only seen squirrels the first time — not even a deer. We also saw a huge buck about a mile after we left the motor trail this time.

We stopped at TGI Fridays, where Mac ran inside to get our to-go order while Ranger circled the block because finding a parking spot wasn’t going to happen, and then we headed to the cabin, where the four of us sat down to eat together.

Often, only one security person will eat with me while the other patrols the area, but we felt certain no one had recognized me, and the cabin’s driveway was damned steep. No one was going to sneak up on us.

“We’re going to play some pool when we finish eating, and we’ll need some privacy for that,” I told Mac and Ranger. “Later tonight, we have reservations at one of the go-kart places in Pigeon Forge, and I want to drive the McLaren, maybe do some extra cruising passes on the way back.”

Ranger and Mac looked at each other a few seconds, and Ranger said, “We can make it work as long as you slow to wait for us if a light catches us. The plan was for us to drive you tonight, but I understand you don’t have the car long.”

Chapter 14

Davy

Sunday morning, Master got us up when it was still dark outside again, and we had an awesome pancake breakfast and then we went to the top of this place before the sun came up, so we could watch the sunrise with a little fire-heater thing from this awesome perch above the trees.

And then we did a gravity coaster down the mountain, rode the chair lift back to the top, hiked on a crazy rope bridge, ziplined, did a ropes course, had some beer and burgers with a couple of yummy sides on the platform with the fire, and then rode a different mountain coaster down, decided which we liked best, and rode back to the top to do the zipline for another hour, and finally rode our favorite coaster back to the bottom again.

Our security people drove us into the National Park and eventually to the trailhead for the Chimneys, and the four of us hiked to the top. Master hadn’t been kidding about how steep the last part of the trail is, but the three-sixty views at the top weretotallyworth it. I’ve never understood the draw of hiking, but I got it, standing on top of the mountain we’d just hiked.

We went to a dinner show with horses and all kinds of craziness later that night, and then Master took me back to the cabin and fucked my ass like he wasn’t even a tiny bit tired — hard and fast and long. He’d put a super-heavy plug in with a skinny neck after we left the place with the ropes and stuff, so I was extra tight, but it hurt in all the best ways, and I even managed to be close enough to beg for an orgasm — and be granted permission!

Best. Day. Ever.

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Will

I had two orgasms Friday, three Saturday, and three Sunday, so it was good Davy finally got one Sunday night.

Other than the punishment session and the times I used his body to get myself off, we’d had mostly the energy of boyfriends with an air of power exchange. He called me Sir and Master around Ranger and Mac, and of course when we were alone, but knew better than to do so in public. Still, even in public, he did as he was told and he deferred to me when people asked us something.

We were on a tight schedule today, our last day, but there was still lots of room for fun. We had another early breakfast and then drove through the park to Cherokee, where we shopped a little, hiked the straight-up mile to Mingo Falls, and then drove backroads to north Georgia.