22-year old Wendy Parker was grinning with excitement as she drove over to her boyfriend Hank’s house. It was Friday afternoon, Wendy had just finished her classes for the day at the community college and Hank was home from work. Both of them had Monday off for memorial day, so they were going to spend their three day weekend up at the cabin Hank’s grandpa had left him.  
Hank was in the garage, loading his van, as Wendy pulled her car alongside it. He walked over and kissed her on the cheek as she got out. “How was class?” He asked.
“Not too bad. Just some lectures.” Wendy grinned. “You got everything packed for the trip?” She asked, as the garage door closed behind her.
“Just about. I packed a bag for you, with a few outfits, not that you’ll need them… Now, I just need to pack one more thing…” Hank said, returning her smile. He walked over to one wall, where he kept a tool bench. Grabbing a coil of soft, nylon rope, he turned back to Wendy. “Why don’t you get those clothes off, and I’ll get you ready to travel.”
Heart racing with excitement, Wendy reached down and pulled the hem of her top over her head. The young woman had a submissive streak in her; she and Hank loved playing all sorts of kinky bondage games. Kicking off her shoes, she undid her belt and pulled her jean shorts down around her ankles. Stepping out of them, the young woman turned, crossing her hands behind her back.
“I’m all yours, master.” She said, breathlessly. “Do whatever you want with me…”
“I intend to.” Hank said, stepping forward. Looping the length of rope in half, he passed the free ends through the loop, pulling it snug around Wendy’s wrists. He quickly wrapped the rope around, before cinching the coils in the middle and tying it off, securely.
Stepping up close behind Wendy, Hank wrapped his arms around her.“My granddad’s cabin is out in the middle of nowhere, where no one will interrupt our fun. I’ve got you for the next three days and I plan to make the most of it.”
Wendy smiled in anticipation. Already, she was getting excited about the fun they were going to have. Hank led her over to the van. Inside, packed amongst the bags of things for the trip was a large pet carrier, the kind used for transporting large dogs on long trips. Wendy and Hank had used it for some of their games before. The young woman could fit inside, if she knelt, with her head down.
“Now,” Hank said, opening one of the bags. Reaching inside, he pulled out some more rope. “What can we do to keep you secure for the trip…” Hank helped Wendy climb into the vehicle. As she sat on the floor in what free space was left, Hank quickly tied her legs together, at the ankle and knee. He helped her roll over, until she was lying on her belly, so he could hogtie her. Hank looped the rope between her arms and tied it off.
“Open wide…” Hank said, holding up a ring gag. Wendy raised her head, mouth wide open, to let him slip the rubber ring between her teeth. She groaned, enjoying the sound of her garbled words as he tightened the strap behind her head. “Alright then…” Hank said, sliding Wendy into the pet carrier. “If you need to take a pit stop, or just stretch your legs, just grunt three times…” Wendy nodded as he shut the cage door.
Hank climbed into the driver’s seat and started the van. He pulled out of the garage, and started driving down the road. In her cramped cage, Wendy was enjoying her bondage, struggling against the ropes holding her captive. They drove for most of the afternoon, stopping twice, once to gas up and once to get some dinner.
The first time, Hank released Wendy from the cage and untied her. She put on a t-shirt, a pair of shorts and some flip-flops, so she could run into the gas station to stretch a bit and use the restroom. After gassing up, Hank had driven a ways before stopping along more private stretch of road, so he could tie Wendy up again. The second time, Hank went through the drive through and ordered food for both of them. He found a secluded spot to park, where he opened Wendy’s cage door, removed her gag and fed her bites of food.
The sun was setting, behind the mountains, as the pulled off the highway and onto a rough dirt road, winding its way up into the mountains. After another fifteen or so minutes of driving, the van came to a stop. “We’re here!” Hank announced. In the cage, Wendy grinned, as best she could with the gag between her teeth. Their weekend of fun had begun…