My palms were stinging as my hands healed.  I felt them tingle slightly and begin to itch.  I tried to bring my hands together so I could scratch the healing flesh of my palms, but my arms were stopped immediately.  Slightly dazed I turned my head to stare at the vines that held my hands firmly.  I followed the vine with my eyes from a knot at my wrist and ending at a large rock.  I twisted my head and my gaze drifted from my left wrist upwards, the vine holding my hand immobile ending at a log that I had dragged into the cave weeks earlier. 

            My hands were bound with gauze, looking like white boxing gloves.  Collette had bandaged my hands and then secured me securely to the cave floor.  Why? I wondered.

            I looked around the empty cave, the firelight providing the illumination needed to see that I was alone.  My gaze ended at a pile of electronic components sitting on the sandy floor of the cave just inside the mouth of our home.  Have I been unconscious? I asked myself.  Better yet, how long have I been unconscious? 

            Collette walked into the cave carrying a rather large piece of equipment.  I looked closely and it appeared to be the alternator from the plane.  That explained the machinery at the cave mouth; Collette was performing salvage operations.  "What are you doing?"

            "You're awake," Collette said.  She set the alternator down with the other pieces of electronic components and crossed the cave to stand above me.  A thin sheen of sweat gave her naked body a shine as the firelight danced along her skin.

            "Why am I tied up?" I asked; my first question preempted by this one.

            Collette smiled, "you were tossing in your sleep and I noticed that you had popped some blisters as you scratched your palms.  I tied you up to prevent you from hurting yourself."  Then her smile broadened into a Cheshire grin, "and besides, I like it."

            The last was what caused me to lower my eyes in supplication.  I had already discovered Collette's dominant ways. They had become evident as we spent more time together in our tropical paradise. She had discovered my submissive tendencies the first night on Gilligan's Island when she searched through my suitcase and found my collection of sex toys. 

            "As for what I am doing, I am salvaging things from the plane," she paused, her head tilting to look at me.  She crossed the sandy floor of the cave and straddled my chest.  She smiled hungrily and dropped to her knees.  I could smell her body, the fragrant smell of the sweat that caressed her skin.  "I like it," she repeated.  She slid forward and raised her hips.  "Eat me," she hissed heatedly and lowered her pussy to my face.

            I was helpless to resist, my hands bound to the inanimate objects that served as furniture in our home.  Collette wiggled in anticipation, her pussy stroking my nose.  My beard caressed her thighs as I extended my tongue to pleasure her sex.  I massaged her sex with my tongue and Collette groaned in delight.  She shifted higher, trapping my face between her thighs, her sex blocking my airway.

I struggled to take a breath with Collette's body trapping my mouth and nose.  I could barely breathe, Collette's body hindering my breaths.  My arms pulled impotently against the vines that held my arms immobile.  My exertions caused my wrists to protest at the pain I was putting them through.  My arms flexed, my wrists pulled against the vines, it was useless, I was securely bound.

I panted against her sex, drawing shallow breaths into my burning lungs.  My rapid exhalations pulsed against Collette's pussy and her thighs clamped against my face.  Her fingers gripped my hair and she pushed my head against her pussy as she came loudly.  I could hear her shouts of excitement, muted by her thighs pressing firmly against my ears.

Collette stood shakily and I sucked in a breath of air.  I could smell her excitement, her juices trapped in the tangled mat of my beard.  I was breathing heavily, my lungs filling with the sweet taste of the ocean air.  I exhaled sharply and drew in another breath of the sweet air.         

"That was great," Collette told me from her standing position.  She looked at my erect cock and asked, "Would you like to come?"

I looked at my cock bouncing with the beat of my heart.  Collette had surprised me by the unexpected intimate act and my cock had responded.  I was quivering in need and squeaked a weak, "yes."

Collette chuckled briefly, a soft sound of delight, "what's in it for me?" she taunted.

"I'll eat you until you come," I volunteered.

Collette laughed louder, "As you just saw, I can do that anyway.  You really are quiet helpless like that," she indicated my bound form.  Collette dropped to her knees and crawled to my side.  She reached up and gripped my cock in her strong hands.  She began to slowly stroke me, her hand sliding along the sensitive skin of my throbbing erection.  Collette stroked my cock, watching my hands and face.  When she saw my hands shake and my eyes shut she stopped.

I groaned in despair and whimpered a soft, "please."

"You really want to come, don't you?"

It was a rhetorical question, but I nodded anyway. 

"You said you were a mechanic," Collette told me, her hand snaking up to softly toy with my cock. 

She was teasing me, stroking me for a short time and then stopping for an equally long time.  It's funny, I thought, the time seemed fleeting with her hand caressing me and it eternal when she stopped.  "Yes, I am, well was, a mechanic.  I am very good with my," I looked at my bandaged hands, "hands."

"Well," Collette said, "I want a cage here in the cave.  One where I can lock you up.  Would you build me one if I let you come?"

"Yes," I said faintly.  She wanted her own dungeon, even if it was for fantasy only and I would be the one locked into the cage.  The thought excited me and terrified me at the same time.  "Yes," I repeated.

Collette looked at me, "it will take your hands about a week to heal.  I will let you come then. Then you can build my cage, okay?"

I looked at her with disbelieving eyes.  Was she really going to deny me?  My hips bucked against her teasing hand and she laughed.  "Please," I whimpered sounding tiny, "please let me come."

"No, Dennis.  Don't worry," she smiled, "I will keep teasing you.  Then when your hands are healed I want to watch you masturbate."

I shook my head in despair, "please."

Collette kept teasing me for the next three hours, lightly stroking my cock.  She would watch my body and stop touching my cock if it appeared that I was close to coming.  She had warned me to inform her when I was getting close and I had begged her to stop stroking my cock three times for fear of coming without her permission.  It was a long afternoon.  By the end of the day my cock was a tender mass of flesh and my body a quivering mass of need.

Collette climbed onto my face and had me eat her pussy until she came again.  When she was sated she left me tied and made dinner.  She had to feed me, as I was dependent on her being tied up as I was.  I informed her that I had to use the bathroom and she untied me and escorted me outside.  I relieved myself without the use of my hands as they were still swathed in the gauze that Collette had used to bandage them.

When I finished she returned me to my prone position and once again secured me with the taut vines.  I was helpless and dependent on her until my hands were free.

  * * * * *

The week passed like that.  I slept bound and spent each waking hour tied between a rock and a tree limb.  I called the tree branch a hard spot jokingly and Collette had chuckled the first time I said it.  Collette escorted me to the bathroom during the week, ensuring I didn't masturbate.  She would decide when I get to come, she had said. 

When Collette unwrapped the white bandage my palms were white but they looked healthy.  There were no blisters and I flexed my hands with no pain.  As I looked at my palms, my fingers flexing freely Collette reminded me that I promised to build a cage.

I nodded, "I remember."

I spent my first day of freedom cutting down small saplings to serve as the bars of the cage.  I trimmed the branches off of the small trees with the machete and carried them into the cage. I deposited load after load into the rear of the cage until I felt I had enough to create the cage.

I used the same vines that had secured me to the cave floor to fabricate the cage.  I used the longest and thickest logs as the base of the cage.  I affixed the remaining logs to the header logs, tying them tightly with short pieces of the abundant vine.  I made two large walls from the saplings and stood them up.  I positioned them in the rear of the cave and tied them into position using more vine.  I affixed the walls to the cave wall with vines, tying them to outcroppings in the rock.  

The cage looked more like a prison cell.  I shook the walls and they seemed remarkably secure.  I used the last eight pieces of sapling to manufacture a door to my cell and secured it to the wall of the cage with loose vine.  The loose vine served as a hinge, and the door swung easily.  From the plane we had salvaged some chain and we used that, with a key lock we had also salvaged, to lock the cell door shut.  Collette's cage was complete.

"Get in," she said when I informed her it was done.

I walked into the cage.  It looked bigger from the outside; from the interior of the cell it appeared barely big enough to lie down in. 

Collette shut and locked the cell door.  "I promised you could come when you finished the cage," she said.  "Masturbate for me."

I needed no encouragement.  I dropped my hand down and furiously stroked my cock into erection.  My arm pistoned and within moments I was spilling my pent up seed onto the cave floor, moaning loudly.  It mixed with the sand and dried quickly. 

Collette clapped merrily, "wonderful."

I looked at her from behind my cell.  "Can I come out now?" I asked.

"Perhaps," she giggled and then unlocked the chain that held the cell door closed.  "I think I will enjoy this new toy," she said as we walked out of the cage to talk in the tropical sun.  The palm trees shook in the warm breeze and the waterfall just a few yards away splashed noisily.  She asked me about the items in the plane and as I looked at what she had detached from the plane gave me an idea.

I returned to the plane.  It looked miserable; the weather had not been kind to the once white shell of the crashed plane.  I climbed into the cockpit and found an inverter.  I used the toolkit that we had recovered and removed the last few things I would need, at least if my idea worked.

I used the machete once again and shaved a tree trunk until I had six large square chunks of bark.  I used more vines to tie these pieces of bark to a thin tree branch in a hexagonal pattern, the pieces of bark spanning out from the center of the branch.  I carried the pinwheel to the waterfall and held it loosely just under the edge of the waterfall and it spun on its axis in an almost perfect circle.  "Excellent," I muttered under my breath.

I carried the alternator from the plane and using the machete and a knife I formed the free end of the tree branch to mesh with the fins of the alternator.  I adhered the branch to the alternator and tied it in place with more of the abundant vine.  I used some wire from the plane and connected it to the alternator.  I ran the wire into the cave where I hooked it to the inverter. 

Finally I hooked one of the fluorescent lamps from the plane into the inverter.  I returned to the waterfall and once again eased the pinwheel I had made under the cascading water.

A scream of delight reached my ears.  I ran into the cave and looked at the shining face of Collette as she stared at the glowing light.  I explained how the waterfall spun the alternator, which fed the voltage needed to power the inverter.  "I don't care," Collette shrieked merrily.  She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me strongly.  We embraced in the cave mouth when the light flicked out. 

"What happened?" Collette asked.

"The end in the water probably shifted," I reasoned and we walked to the water to confirm my suspicions.  I thought about how to hold the pinwheel in the water and decided that one of the tires from the plane would work to prevent the six-pronged spoke from pulling away from the crashing water. 

It took some time but we were able to remove a wheel and roll it into position.  It worked perfectly.  The pinwheel wobbled but did not pull free from the alternator nor did it pull away from the raining water that spun the shaft.  We now had electrical power in the cave.  We had a way to charge the batteries in my electric razor.  One of the suitcases contained rechargeable batteries, so the vibrator that I owned would have fresh batteries when needed.

And we had lights.  I hung three of the fluorescent lights from the plane from the ceiling of the cave.  I ran the necessary wire, securing it with vines to the rough-hewn walls until I was ready to attach them to the inverter.  I decided to use a switch from the cockpit to give us the ability to turn the lights on and off.  I wired on the switch and we were ready for the final test.

I flipped the switch and the lights didn't come on.  "Shit," I muttered.  I ran to the waterfall and saw the alternator spinning happily.  I ran back into the cave and checked my connections.  "Damn," I said, shaking my head.  I found the loose wire leading from the switch and reached up to connect it.  The electric current burned my hand and I hissed in pain, "fuck," I shouted.

Collette looked concerned and took my hand in hers.  Three blisters littered my palm and Collette smiled, "looks like it is back into the bandages for you."  Her voice had taken on a throaty, electric tone and I knew she was envisioning having me helpless again. 

Collette bandaged my hands until I was once again wearing my white boxing gloves.  With my hands once again useless, I explained to Collette how to unhook the inverter and repair the faulty connection on the switch.  When Collette reattached the inverter the lights flared to life at the flick of a switch.

Collette squealed in delight and hugged me again. 

I had tried to leave the island and now it was home.  We had electric power and overhead lights.  We lived in a tropical paradise and as I looked at the cage sitting empty at the back of the cave I knew I had found happiness.

I was home.