A New Day

Silvia awoke and stretched, or tried to. Her bounds cinched tight around her wrists, restricting her movements. And for a moment she felt the thrill of being hopelessly tied-up. It didn't last; Silvia tried to cling to it, tried to conjure up that dream she'd had just before waking. She'd been walking naked through snow, her arms lashed to a yoke. It'd been cold, almost unbearably so, but something had been there, a warm and friendly presence. And snowballs, somebody had playfully thrown snowballs at her.

But these visions were fleeting like all dreams, and the passions of the night gave way to the logic of the day. Minutes after waking up, Silva was just a woman with messy hair playing lasso. She untangled herself and went to the bathroom to clean herself up.

She lamented the briefness of her fling with those dark fantasies as she went through her morning routine. But she'd had her fun; it was normal for a flash of excitement to peter out like this. In the back of her mind possibilities still lingered. She could watch porn obviously, but it wouldn't be the same. Silvia had always felt watching others a distant second to doing things herself, in pleasure and especially in business.

And there she was. Dressed, and halfway through her healthy yet bland breakfast, the executive thoughts returned to the team she'd abandoned. Sure they'd been fine with her vacation, even encouraged it, but it was only a matter of time before they'd need her help. Maybe she should send them an email to check in.

However this simple task would prove to be a bit difficult. The internet was down, presumably mussed up by the intense storm. Silvia's cell still worked, but she didn't want to rely on this town's spotty data coverage if she had to remote into the office, so she slid on her form fitting ski suit and stepped outside.

Crunching through the snow was arduous work. Funnily enough though, Silvia enjoyed it. The snow felt powerful and oppressive despite its serine appearance. It was like the ocean or some fierce goddess, beautiful but demanding respect and fear. The snow was knee high even as she stepped onto the porch, hobbling her movements like she was wearing heavy chains. Maybe her vacation wasn't a total flop, thought Silvia as she looked out on the landscape. A thick blanket of snow lay before her as a pure-white plane, rippled into static waves by the wind.

Silva took another step and promptly fell into the snow. Evidently the flat snow belied the uneven ground beneath. She must have accidently stepped off the porch because the snow now rose up at least four feet on either side of the freshly tumbled executive. The glistening white walls felt like a cage or pit around her. Silvia squirmed against the uncooperative snow, floundering to get back on her feet. As silly and clumsy as she felt, a part of her enjoyed the challenge, but that wasn't the whole truth, she realized when she managed to stand back up, She bit her lip. The helplessness was also enticing.

It didn't matter, the vacationer told herself; she had a job to do. She waded through the snow, which hugged her like a lover trying to drag her back to bed. But she was too close to the dish to be lured away now. The small network housing was barely visible amongst the surrounding snow. It looked a little like a doghouse banished from the main residence because it wasn't fun. At least its steeply peaked roof had prevented it from getting covered in snow.

Silvia reached it without incident, and diagnosed the problem after only ten minutes. It seemed its power cable had been disconnected by the wild weather. Fixing the problem was another matter however. The property's owner, like most people, had only taken a passing glance at cable management, and yesterday's storm had only made things worse. Extension cords, phone cables and even Christmas lights formed a bird's nest under the heavy snow. Undaunted, she got to work tugging at the tangle to at least get something to work with.

Despite the disorder, Silvia managed to get some headway, weaving out a few lengths of unneeded cable and draping them over the squat doghouse-like structure beside her. The extension cord she needed was still in the knot, so she wove her arms into the tangle to retrieve it. Focusing entirely on the task at hand, she made quick work and soon her wiggling fingers grazed the tip of the desired cable with a clear path out.

But then the wind picked up with a vengeance. The wet snow offered no grip as a furious gust swayed her on to the squat structure beside her. Scrambling to regain her balance, Silvia found herself straddling the peaked roof. The wind vexed her further by blowing her scarf about until it was almost a blindfold. She tried to swat her new head-wrap away, but the tangle of cables now restrained her hands no matter how wildly she tugged.

Simmering past annoyed, Silvia grunted and mumbled, her words incoherent because her wind-tugged scarf had started to cleave her lips. In an attempt to de-straddle her new perch, the flustered executive tried to swing her right leg back over to where she was standing previously, but this too seemed impossible. Her boot had gotten wedged under a snow-covered pipe and wasn't budging. Despite the cool air, Silvia felt her cheeks blush hotly. Wiggling her leg had pressed herself into the wooden edge she was riding. She had just enough layers that wedge wasn't painful, but fuck did it put the perfect amount of pressure onto her womanhood.

The wind whirled around her trying to tickle its way under her snowsuit, with little success. Yet the gust intensified, and the loose cables hanging from the knot were whipped up into a frenzy until they wildly struck her chest. Feeling their tender sting on her breast, Silvia yelped into her scarf. She lifted her entangled arms above her head to protect her chest, but that just allowed the errant cables to whip her back.

Her breaths started to quicken with excitement, but Silvia **** herself to stay calm which was no easy feat with the cables lashing her. It was just a puzzle; she was good at those. She just had to get her hands untangled. Unfortunately, failing about had made the knot even tighter. If she squatted down, maybe she could loosen it, but her right foot was caught.

However, Silvia realized with a pulse of excitement, she could move her other foot. Eagerly, she swung her free leg to the far side of her perch. Carrying her momentum, she let herself be bent over the peaked roof. Her hands eagerly tugged at the tangle of cables. However she was slightly distracted by an ominous rumbling sound above her.

Silvia tried to put it out of her mind and focus on the knotted cables, but something broad and flat smacked her upturned bottom. The doubled-over executive looked over her shoulder in astonishment. The wind had tugged up a bit of shingle from somewhere and was spanking her. There seemed no better word for the way her backside was so rhythmic smacked.

It was really distracting. Silvia even caught herself moaning a few times, as she desperately tugged at the knot. But with a fair amount of grunting, the squirming woman was able to untangle the cables and free her hand. She quickly dashed back to her abode forgetting all about her previous task.