Past The Point of Pain: Part 4: Vacation Time


It is vacation time for Master and I and we always go to a cabin we timeshare with several other lifestyle couples, so a yearly schedule is planned out in advance for extended vacation times and the occasional weekends and holidays, once a year several if not all of the couples sharing ownership of the property have a get together for an extended weekend. For the next month and a half it is ours to go and relax and enjoy the surrounding woods, private pool and hot tub.

The cabin sits nestled in amongst a group of trees, on a private piece of property that is gated and fenced, we have 30 total acres to roam around, explore and the best part is the ability to play outdoors in total security. There is a small historical town nearby where we can go to shop for supplies or have dinner out, go shopping or just enjoy the small town atmosphere.

When the land was bought the other couples and we pooled our funds together and then we each helped to design the 4-bedroom cabin and it’s splendid amenities. Since we are all lifestyle couples we were all in agreement to adding one of the nicest playrooms or as some call it, a dungeon room. Each couple of course brings their own personal floggers and other toys but items such as rings in the walls and ceiling for suspension use, a St. Andrews cross, and various other bondage furniture are permanent features.

I started packing for the trip several days in advance and on the night before we are to leave Master helps to load our SUV before going to bed and then we awake early, making sure we have the house secured and all appliances unplugged, mail stopped and the newspaper on hold, we go down the check list and then head out for a wonderfully decadent six weeks.

Usually we stop and have a delicious breakfast in the restaurant of this little rustic Inn located in another small town we pass through on our way to the cabin. We spend an hour or so walking along the quaint little streets and we do a little shopping at a few of the tiny shops where we purchase a few homemade goods such as jams and jellies, bread and other delicious little treats, and once Master bought me the prettiest vintage tablecloth I have ever seen, it is white linen with hand crotched lace and embroidered with small delicate pink and yellow roses. We don’t really rush because we know its vacation time, but yet we also don’t spend too much time because we are usually pretty anxious to get there unpack and relax.


Once we arrive to the cabin we unload the car and unpack the clothing and supplies we brought with us, Master always handles the packing and unpacking of any and all toys and equipment He has chosen and puts it away in the playroom. I would love to help with this of course, but sometimes He likes to purchase or make something new for us that He likes to surprise me with, so He’s rule is He handles that part of the work. So while I am unpacking and putting away food supplies in the kitchen He unpacks and puts away the toys and equipment He chose for our vacation.

By the time we have each finished our unpacking chores it is around one o’clock in the afternoon. We have lunch and then we strip and dive into the pool for a nice swim. The care of the pool will now be our responsibility and the couple that was hired to care for it and who gets the cabin ready before we or one of the other couples arrive will no longer be coming out, this is to insure the privacy of whoever’s turn it is to stay there.

When Master and I first started having vacations or long weekends away here, it was hard for me to get used to walking around nude all day, I was never one that was very comfortable with my body, but Master sometimes insists that I remain naked and ready on certain days. At first, I cried and felt ashamed to walk around like that, always wanting to cover myself with anything, including my own hands. It got so bad once that Master had to sit me down to talk, and after a long day of exploring my past we finally got to the root of the problem.

The problem isn’t a new one and many people deal with the same issue, it is age-old, the one of upbringing from a parent who makes one ashamed of their own body. But for me it was a double issue, it was not just my mother who made me feel self-conscience it was also my ex-husband who had berated me for years. I do much better now with remaining nude but I still have some days where I struggle a little, however, Master knows how to handle that though, and does so quite efficiently. This cabin and the times Master and I have spent here means so much to me, not because of some of the scenes we have shared here, but for the times such as this, time where we worked on issues that was holding me back from being all He wants for me to be.


Our first day at the cabin was well under way, everything was put away, lunch had been eaten and cleaned up, now our clothes laid in a pile and we were relaxing nude in the sun with droplet’s of water still dancing on our skin from our swim.