Amy cooks dinner

Amy unpacks their cooler of food into the fridge. She hums to herself as she chops vegetables and fires up the grill. Through the wall, she can hear a faint moaning.

"This cabin must be haunted!" she jokes to herself.

She thoroughly enjoys cooking, especially when she isn't in a rush. She takes her time, chopping the ingredients finely, and simmering the stew until it is just perfect. Occasionally she laughs to herself when she hears a particularly loud groan through the wall.

A few minutes before dinner is ready, she heads back into the bedroom.

Ella moans loudly when she hears the door creak open. Amy walks over to climb up onto the bed. She pulls Ella's blindfold up onto her forehead, locking eyes with the humiliated woman.

"Are you going to behave?" Amy asks.

Ella nods her head, with pleading eyes.

"Are you going to listen this weekend?"

She nods her head.

"Are you sorry for being a brat?"

"Mmmmm!" Ella moans.

Amy slips the blindfold back down. She crawls in-between her legs. She slips a finger into her pussy, fishing around to hit a switch on the vibrator. It roars loudly as she turns it to its max setting. Amy bends her head down to lick Ella's clit softly.

The bed creaks loudly as Ella begins thrusting her hips wildly, pulling on her restraints frantically. She screams into her gag, as Amy's tongue and the vibrator bring her to climax. She endures a powerful orgasm, which blends seamlessly into another. Amy smiles wickedly, teasing and stroking Ella's sensitive clit with her mouth. She wraps her arms around Ella's thighs, preventing her from squirming away from the relentless pleasure.

After a few minutes of torment, Amy gets up. She slides the vibrator out. Ella is catatonic on the bed, breathing heavily. Amy works methodically to release her bindings and free her. She wraps Ella up in a big hug, cradling her gently and stroking her hair.

"Dinner is ready, whenever you are." Amy says.

"Thanks..." Ella says quietly.

Ella lies on the bed, seemingly ready to take a nap after the mind melting series of orgasms and the exhausting day of struggling in the car.

Amy, smelling the delicious dinner she worked so hard to create, contemplates the situation. She grabs Ella's limp hands, a starts tying them together with rope.

Ella groans softly. "What are you doing...?"

"Let's go eat dinner!" Amy replies.

"Let me sleep... I'll eat later." Ella whines.

Amy looks aghast at the shameless behavior.

"You are NOT going to let my food get cold! Get up!"

She puts her hand under Ella's armpits, and starts tickling her. Ella jerks up, screeching furiously.

"Stop stop stop! You know I'm sensitive after I cum..." she says between giggles.

Ella sits up, testing the rope wrapped around her wrists. Amy loops a rope around her neck, tying a knotted loop that won't constrict. She pulls on the makeshift leash, dragging Ella forward and up off the bed.

Ella groans in protest. "Okay, okay! I'm going!"

Amy yanks her forward into the kitchen. She brings the bag full of rope with her. Ella eyes the bag nervously.

"Can't you let me go for five minutes??" Ella says.

"Can't you behave for five minutes??" Amy retorts, mimicking her whiney voice. "Sit down."

Amy seats Ella down on one of the dining chairs. Her arms fold up and over the back of the chair. Ella watches complacently as Amy wraps rope around her torso and chest, pinning her to the chair. She pulls Ella's feet off the ground with more rope.

Amy gives Ella a quick tickle— forcing her to jerk against her restraints. The ropes do not budge. With her feet pulled off the ground, she cannot push the chair. Her arms are pinned behind her, exposing her bare breasts. Her disheveled hair hangs down in a mess.

Amy stands up, plating each of them a meal. The food is still warm, and fills the room with a pleasant smell.

"That smells really good... How am I supposed to it eat like this?" Ella questions.

Amy takes turns eating bites, and spoon feeding her captive. She feeds her gingerly, cupping her chin with one hand while the other slides the spoon into her mouth. Ella squirms in her bonds, slightly embarrassed at being incapable of feeding herself.

Amy slides a spoonful of stew into Ella's mouth, but lets it spill a little bit. It pours down onto a bare breast.

"Oops!" Amy says. "Let me get that for you."

She stoops down to lick the food off of Ella's tit, dragging her tongue across her nipple and soft skin.

They finish their food. Amy pours them each a glass of wine, and helps Ella drink it.

"Thanks for dinner." Ella says. She squirms in her ropes, eager to get out.

"No problem. I'm going to go hop in the shower. Don't go anywhere!" Amy replies. She stands up and heads to the bathroom. Ella hears the shower turn on, and starts struggling against the rope.

She notices a steak knife near the edge of the table. She methodically throws her weight against the ropes, scooting the chair closer inch-by-inch.

"Hah, idiot! I'll grab that knife and cut myself loose!" Ella says to herself.

It takes her several minutes to scoot the chair up to the table's edge. She tries reaching the knife with her hands, but they remain tightly trapped near the lower back of the chair. She tries bending her head down, to get it with her mouth, but the ropes around her chest prevent her from bending far enough. The knife sits just out of reach.

She is too busy trying to acquire the tool, she doesn't notice that Amy had finished showering and was watching from behind. She stands on the other side of the room, with wet hair and a towel around her body.

"What are you doing?" Amy asks.

Ella jumps in fear. She looks behind her at the unnoticed audience. "Nothing..."

"tsk tsk" Amy chastises. "I was going to let you free while we watched the movie. I thought you had turned over a new leaf..."

Ella shakes her head. "I'm sorry! I wasn't trying to escape!"

Amy picks up the knife, stowing it safely in a drawer. She drags the chair loudly across the tile floor, towards the living room. She plants the chair facing the television.

"You'll have to watch the movie like this."

Ella turns her head to watch Amy as she walks into their bedroom.

"What are you doing?" Ella asks nervously. "What's in there?"

Amy brings out the large bag of toys.

"Stuff." Amy smiles.

Ella tries in vain to stifle her moaning. Her head is wrapped in a leather hood, blinding and suffocating her. The only opening is for her mouth. A harness gag wraps around the dark hood. A huge red, rubber ball is stuffed into her mouth.

The nipple clamps were reapplied, and a vibrating wand was taped to the base of the chair. The toy buzzes loudly against the wood. It is placed strategically under Ella's clit. The captive woman can barely hear the movie over the noise, and through the thick leather around her head. Not that she could pay attention to a movie if she could see or hear it— her body and mind ache with overstimulation as she tries in vain to fend off repeated orgasms. She screams for mercy behind the gag, but Amy ignores her.

"Quiet down, babe, I'm trying to watch the movie," she warns. "Don't make me turn the wand up."

Ella whines quietly— not daring to further anger the cruel woman.

Amy stands up to make some popcorn, walking past the struggling woman. Ella bucks and squirms in her tight restraints, but more rope wrapped around her waist and hips keeps her pressed down onto the vibrating wand.

The movie is mediocre. Amy instead focuses her attention on the squirming captive. She watches her beautiful body fight against the predicament. The sight is so arousing, Amy starts masturbating on the couch.