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“That was…wow,” I said weakly.
“That it was,” Andrew murmured. “Are you okay?”
I looked to Master Otis and cringed, realizing I had spoken without permission.
“It’s fine, bunny. You’re off restriction. You may answer Master Andrew.”
“I’m tired.”
Andrew kissed my forehead. “Go to sleep. We’ll take care of you.”
His warm assurance was everything, so I closed my eyes, and only briefly opened them when roused by some new form of aftercare.
I was dried. My anal plug was reinserted. I was wrapped in a blanket. My hair was combed and braided. Water was brought to my lips along with over-the-counter pain reliever. I was tucked into bed. I was held and soothed and reminded over and over of how perfect I was.
“Such a good girl.”
ChapterTwelve
Like at home, I awoke with the dawn, and found myself alone. I considered sleeping in, as the large bed was soft and toasty warm, but I needed to pee.
My limbs protested the movement, but I arose and headed to the bathroom. I smiled fondly at the aches and pains, wincing when I sat down on the toilet to do my business. The sex, the spanking, the throat fucking…it was all so good. I had considered removing the anal plug but had kind of grown attached to it. I found the heavy fullness comforting. It felt good to me.
As I washed my hands, I studied myself in the mirror. I looked…satisfied. Maybe even beautiful in a flushed and glowing “I’ve been thoroughly fucked” kind of way. Were my breasts fuller? The hair that had escaped my loose braid during the night was tousled in that sexy bedhead style that I wished I could duplicate on a normal day. So, I made use of the toiletries presented in a small gift basket that had my name on it but bypassed the hairbrush.
The retreat ended at noon, but I figured I should slip out and head home early. The men were already gone apparently. The indents on two pillows on each side of mine indicated that both had stayed the night, and I imagined they did not want to wake me when they checked out. The care and comfort they extended after our scene was the most loved I’d had ever felt in my life.
I searched for my clothing but found none of it. I only found my bunny ears and my boots.
“Fuck,” I muttered. “Where did you guys put my shit?” I got down on all fours and looked under the bed.
Like, were they keeping my possessions like a trophy?
Whatever.
They could have it all—the stockings, the skirt, the socks and the shirt. I was nothing if not resourceful.
With an exaggerated sigh, I climbed to my feet and tore the flat sheet from the California King bed. I had done enough toga parties in college to make quick work of a suitable wrap dress. I then laced up my hiking boots.
I laughed as I gazed at myself in the mirror. It was an interesting look, but I just needed to hike my ass back to the retreat hotel and get my stuff out of the locker. I had no plans on socializing. I doubted anyone would be up, and if so, there would be no judgment. Fetish wear was common in the community. And I was sure the lodge would understand the need for me to steal a sheet. I couldn’t drive home naked.
Since the guys took a trophy, I took one as well. I donned my cute bunny ears. They matched my anal plug tail. It would be a nice souvenir set to remember the weekend.
As I was leaving the amazing cabin, I paused at the door to give one last glance at the kitchen and living room where I’d had the best orgasm of my life. It had been perfect.
When I stepped over the threshold, it occurred to me that I had no idea how to get back to the retreat hall. Perhaps I was supposed to wait for one of those forest rangers to come get me? That would make sense, considering that was how I was released into the wild.
I wished the guys had taken the time to leave me a note or something before dipping out. They probably thought I would stay put and wait for someone to come collect me.
“Well, they thought wrong,” I mumbled as I closed the front door behind me.
I remembered that the play preserve was fenced in, so if I stayed on the paths that had led to the cabin, I would eventually reach a road. And the road will lead me to the hotel. Easy.
It was a nice morning. As I walked, I occasionally saw a couple other beautiful wood cabins and stone cottages. It all reminded me of a summer camp I used to go to when I was a kid—except for way more high-end. These small lodges weren’t grand in size but were warm and cozy in their rustic opulence. They could have been featured in decorative magazines.
Suddenly, my name echoed through the quiet morning. I froze.
“You naugh-ty, naugh-ty bunny,” floated to my ears from behind as nearby flora cracked under heavy steps, indicating the imminent arrival of Master Otis. “I cannot believe you left the cabin without permission. The scene has not ended. You really thought you could just leave? Oh, the wicked lesson I’m going to teach you.”
