Originally posted to Adult BackWash.

While Keanu caught up on some more beauty sleep I decided I'd had enough of being his captive. He didn't know I'd take the precaution of stashing some emergency supplies under the bed before I ever left the cabin. It wasn't easy, playing twister with my hands tied over my head, but I finally found the box of supplies with my toes and snagged them out from under the bed. The only trick would be finding the right tool without slicing my toes off.

"Ouch!" My surprised scream woke him up. I hid my foot and smiled at his suddenly alert face.

"What are you doing now?" He asked, watching my face as if he really expected me to just blurt it out. Men are so silly sometimes.

"I had a cramp, I tried to stretch it out." That seemed to work.

"Is it ok now?" He asked, quite politely, everything considered. Just shows you can take the Canadian out of Canada but you can't take Canada out of the Keanu. Something like that I'm sure. He untied my hands and shifted over so I could sit up.

"Thanks" I managed to gently ease the supply box back under the bed. It might come in handy later. "I can make some breakfast... Lunch... Whatever time it is? Do you want anything?"

"Have you got any Cheerios?"

"I don't think so. Just oatmeal, red river cereal and the basics." He wants Cheerios? Out in the middle of nowhere and he thinks of Cheerios?

"Red river is good. I haven't had that in ages. You can't find that in the US."

"There's a lot of good things you can't find in the US."

"I've noticed." He said, stroking my thigh.

I hopped up to start the water boiling. I had to limp cause my foot was a bit sore from catching the knife by the wrong side. I took a quick look and it seemed ok, just a scratch. Behind me I could hear him moving in the sheets. The bed creaked as he stood up.

There was only one kettle for anything. I added water from the inside pump and set it on the wood stove. He'd surprised me awhile ago by actually knowing how to get that fire started. It wasn't as easy as most people would expect. The cabin wasn't nearly so cold now.

"Your foot's bleeding!" He was hovering over me before I could come up with a good reason for my foot to spontaneously bleed. "What did you do? Don't fluff me off again."

"I cut my foot trying to escape. That's what all good captives do."

"You're not a good captive. A good captive would just stay in bed and enjoy the rides."

"Maybe later, when it's my turn to ride."

"You didn't ask." He laughed. "House... Err, cabin rules. After breakfast we'll do things your way, as long as I like it your way."

"It's not as much fun if you like it." I had to add.

He laughed. Breakfast was quiet. He kept looking up at me, expecting something. I just enjoyed the show of a shirtless Keanu. Quite nice. I resisted the urge to tweak his nipples. I did make a point of licking my lips a few times. Each time he'd just smile, a quiet, soft, little smile. Almost like a shy boy. But, he wasn't shy, at least not under the sheets.

Rather than wasting time beating around the bush, I went back to bed after breakfast. He followed. I would have been more surprised if he hadn't.

"My way." I said and stood up on the bed, towering over him now. It was nice to tower over him, he was at least half a foot taller than me. "Put your arms up, over your head."

He did. Before either of us could have a change of heart, I looped the ties over his wrists and stretched them back up to the hook in the roof. He hadn't noticed that, my little invention. As I tightened the ties he was pulled off his feet until only the balls of his feet were still on the floor. Reaching over, I brushed the hair from his face so I could see him. He was laughing! Probably thought this was some silly girly thing.

"Is this what you wanted all along? I've played kinky before. Is this where you tickle me with a pink feather?" He smirked.

"Not quite." I whispered, grinning.

Spinning him around to face away from the bed I began stroking his back and bottom, down his thighs and back up again. Just taking my time, finding all my favourite places a few of his own. Leaning down I nibbled my way up his spine. My fingers reached around and took hold of his nipples. He squirmed. How delicious.

Leaving him for a moment I sat down on the bed, pulled out the supply box again and took my sweet time sorting through the contents until I showed him some of the more unique supplies. First, my favourite whip. I only used it as a sound effect, but he wouldn't know that. Next the series of butt plugs which I'd gotten as a gag gift a few years ago at a friend's bridal shower. One of those plugs was obscenely huge. His eyes opened pretty wide when I held that up. Lastly, I brought out my favourite paddle. Old fashioned, wooden with a lovely wide, flat spanking surface. It made such a cute sound as it hit the bottom cheeks of the one you were loving.

I gave him a test run. Just a few light smacks for fun. At first I just patted one cheek and then the other, playfully. Long enough to let him think this was some parlour trick, to lure him into relaxing. Then, I just let him have it. One of my trademark specials, a solid whack across both firm cheeks.

He hissed. "That's a bit too hard!"

"Really? I think it was just right. Maybe I'm just out of practice. Let me know when I get it right." I laughed softly. He endured several more strokes of the paddle. I gave him some light ones, some double shots and some lovely firm strokes, pats of love. He was being stoic about it. It was time to make him jump again.

The first crack of the whip made him jump an inch off the floor. I tried very hard not to laugh.

"You're not actually going to use that thing are you?" He demanded.

I laughed, "I'm sure you'll be the first to know."