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FEMDOM FARM – PART 4, MEETING
MISTRESS
Mistress Eva arrived in a
minute or two, was introduced to me by Boss Bitch, traced her hands
appreciatively over my body, murmured “He needs body physique work” and then
slapped me on the buttocks.
“Thanks, Boss Bitch, he’s gonna be a lovely replacement for the lad who I lost last
week, I’m much obliged.”
Boss Bitch nodded. “Train
him well, I think I’ll test drive him when you’ve introduced him to life here
at Femdom Farm.”
Mistress Eva looked at me quizically. “Give me a week, and then he’ll be ready to
undergo your fuck test,” she said, and then with a snap of her fingers she
ordered “Follow me, cunt!”
I followed the statuesque
beauty out into the glaring sunlight, and she turned and gave me a mocking
look. “When accompanying me out in public, clasp your hands behind your neck, walk a yard behind me, directly behind, and keep your
gaze fixed on my buttocks, Pam.”
I nodded “Yes, Mistress Eva”
and she strode off. Being a yard behind her was no particular hardship as I got
to stare at her stunning tush, the lovely buttocks jouncing as she walked ahead
of me.
On the walk, several other
guards came from the opposite direction, their stiff-cocked slaves also walking
behind them, staring at their mistress’s buttocks.
“Nice looker,”
said one, as we passed her. “A pretty boy!” commented another. To each,
Mistress Eva replied as if she was the one responsible for my good looks!
Finally, after a walk of
about five minutes, we came to a single-storey chalet-type building in a long
row of similar constructions. Parked outside it was a twin-shafted buggy, to
which I was obviously destined to be harnessed as a ponyboy.
Walking inside, Mistress Eva
turned and grabbed me, pulling me against her lush-breasted body.
“You want to fuck me, don’t
you, Pam?” she hissed, and the way her mouth pressed against mine, and the way
she ground her firm breast mounds against my chest it was pointless to
disagree.
“Very much, Mistress Eva,” I
whispered, when she broke our kiss.
“You will, boy, you will,”
she smiled. “Now, let me show you around.”
We were standing in a sort
of living room with a large TV screen. “This is the main room, you will keep it
spotless,” said my new mistress.
Moving into a kitchen with a
small table and four chairs, she waved a hand. “We eat here. You will also keep
this spotless.”
Next she took me into a
bedroom. The bed was large, with fitted, black satin sheets, and black satin
pillowcases. Alongside the bed was a small cot, with rubber sheets and a rubber
pillow.
“This is the bedroom,” said
Mistress Eva. “Spotless like the rest, OK?”
I nodded.
She moved to a room
alongside the bedroom. It was a bathroom, with a large bath, a large shower
cubicle, a toilet and a chair with leather padded arms but no bottom.
“This is the bathroom. It
will be kept perfectly spotless. That – [here she pointed to the chair] – is
the throne. Each morning you will lie beneath that and drink down my first piss
of the day.
“Drunk a woman’s piss
before, cunt?”
I nodded. “Yes, Mistress
Eva, from one of the guards on my journey here.”
Mistress Eva grinned. “Like
it, cunt?”
I shook my head. “No,
Mistress Eva, I did not,” I said, perfectly truthfully.
“Good,” she said, with an
evil smile, “then it will truly be a punishment for you.”
Moving back into the
bedroom, Mistress Eva pointed to the bed. “When I’m in a good mood, you may
sleep with me. Otherwise, you sleep on the cot, cunt.”
I nodded.
“Sex,” said Mistress Eva.
“When it comes to sex women at Femdom Farm come on
top – unless they instruct you otherwise, all right?”
I nodded again, then cleared my throat. “Can I come, mistress?” I asked, in
as neutral a tone as possible.
Mistress Eva looked at me as
if I had taken leave of my senses. “You what?” she asked, incredulously.
“Er, can I come, Mistress Eva?” I asked again.
Then she laughed. “Fuck,
Pam, didn’t they explain anything to you about that thing you’re wearing?”
I nodded my head, feeling
sheepish now, “coming” was obviously a “no-no” for
slaves at Femdom Farm.
“They told me it would cause
me agony if I strayed outside the farm’s perimeter, Mistress Eva,” I said.
Again she laughed. “They
didn’t tell you any more than that?”
Once more, I nodded.
“Oh fuck, that’s priceless,”
said the nipple-hard woman, stroking my stiffy, which was now sobbing its heart
out, weeping pre-cum onto her palm.
“Tell you what, Pam,” she
said, “I’ll tell you all about that fuckin’ ring
while we’re having a fuck. That’ll be fun won’t it?”
I nodded my head, eagerly. I
was desperate to fuck this stunning woman.
“Hold on,” she said,
pointing to the floor. “Unzip my boots and put them in the walk-in wardrobe, on
the rack with my other boots.”
I knelt and carefully
removed the lovely leather boots, and put them alongside rows of other
cruel-looking footwear in her wardrobe. By the time I returned to face her,
Mistress Eva had removed her waistcoat, tossed it onto a couch, and was talking
into a vid phone on her bedside table.
Up on the screen came the
pretty, dark-haired woman who had depilated me earlier in the afternoon.
“Hi, Bedelia,
this is Eva,” said my mistress. “You process a new cunt this afternoon – here,
this cunt!”
And she pushed me into the
phone’s viewfinder.
The dark-haired woman
nodded. “Sure, we fitted him out over an hour ago,” she said. “That looks like
a nice hard-on. What’s wrong? He defective in some way?”
My mistress shook her head.
“Nope, it’s just that he only appears to know about the confinement
capabilities of the ring. You didn’t tell him the rest?”
The dark-haired beauty grinned an evil grin. “Thought you might like to tell him
the rest, Eva,” she laughed.
Eva roared with laughter
too, although what both saw funny was a mystery to me.
“Course I would,” she told
the dark-haired bitch. “In fact, I’m gonna tell him
while we fuck!”
The DHB whopped again, like
a fuckin’ teenager. “Oh shit, Eva,
that is A-1 fuckin’ priceless.”
Then Mistress Eva went to
flick the screen off, but she had another question. “Will the thing be fully
functional now, Bedelia?”
The woman on the screen
consulted another screen, this one on her desk. “He was outfitted with it
almost an hour and a half ago, so sure, it would have been fully up and running
for 30 minutes now.”
“Great,” said Mistress Eva,
“then the fun can begin!”
Shutting down the vid phone,
the busty beast lay on her back on the satin sheets, her shoulders propped
against a pair of piled up pillows, a pose which made her big breasts stand up
pertly.
“Now, before we fuck, you
worship me – I’m wet there, but I’m curious as to how you perform, cunt,” she
commanded.
I climbed onto the bed,
acutely aware of my swaying stiffy, and then lay between her bronzed thighs,
gazing at her glorious growler.
A strong perfume of piss and
sex juice met me, and, remembering my advice on the delivery journey, I began
at her anus, a dark brown, moist thing, with a bitter taste to it.
For a few minutes I
worshipped there, then raised my tongue to the wetness
of her cunt. A while there, then I went between her slippery, lush labia to her
clit.
“Good,” I heard her murmur,
sounding very contented. “Now put that eight-inches of
red hot meat into me, Pam!”
My heart soared as I moved
my hips to hers and placed my foreskin lips against the damp cunt slit. Then,
with a slight push I entered her, feeling as I did the tightness of her vagina
drag my foreskin back to my ring.
She was sensational! It was
like fucking a velvet glove, a velvet glove which had been smeared with a
liberal application of sex juice. I moved smoothly into her, until our pubic
bones were bumping together.
A quick kiss from her lovely
mouth, and she ordered: “Hands beneath my buttocks, and then slow, smooth
strokes, cock down to outer cunt lips, then up again, slowly, let me savor it!”
I did as instructed, and was
amazed at the way I was fucking her. She was so fucking gorgeous that normally,
the mere thought of making love to such a creature would have had me creaming.
And then she started
talking. “Now, Pam, listen and listen good,” she said,
moving in a sensual tempo beneath me.
“What the girls who fitted
you into this thing didn’t tell you was that it was
more than a controller – more than a torture device for when you reach the
boundary of Femdom Farm,” Mistress Eva told me.
“It keeps you hard, you must
have noticed that?”
I nodded. “Yes, it’s nice
like that,” I confessed.
“Well, it keeps you hard and
will keep you hard unless you are undergoing torture so intense that it drives
your hard-on away,” said my mistress. “And it will allow you to go flaccid when
you sleep.”
I kissed her on her lovely
mouth. “But it won’t let me come, will it?” I asked, then quickly adding
“Mistress Eva”.
She grinned. “No, you can’t come, the ring will not allow you sexual release. Which
won’t worry you for a day or two, but after three days, you will start to
develop an awful case of blue balls.
“And then, on the 10th day,
you will be in agony down there, and I will give you an injection of an
antidote – I’ll put it in your tush,” said Mistress Eva.
“You will then have a
10-minute ‘window of opportunity’ in which to wank to ejaculation,” she said.
“You will pump the sperm accumulated over the previous nine days, into a glass.
“As soon as you have spunked into the glass you will experience an intense
desire to piss. You will add your piss to the glass. I will then seal the glass
and refrigerate it.
“Later, when it’s nicely
chilled, I will shake it up and you will be given the pleasure of drinking that
tasty mixture of your spunk and piss. Great, eh?”
I shuddered, despite my
pleasure at my first fuck with my mistress. The thought of what I would have to
do every 10 days was, of course, revolting to me.
“Now roll over so I can come
on top,” snapped my mistress and when I was lying on my back and she was on top
of me, she continued her taunting.
“So you see, cunt, fucking
here is a pleasure for the women – and a hell for the men!”
She raised her upper body,
her fists on the mattress, her arms straight, lowering her heavy but firm
breasts to my mouth.
“Suck my nipples, cunt, suck
them so I can come on you – so I can
come!
“But you, you cunt, you can’t!”
Now I was sweating beneath
her, feeling her glorious body pressing on mine, her breasts brushing across my
face as my tongue sought to suck on her thick, blood-engorged nipples.
Soon my sucking on her
titties brought shouting cries of ecstasy from her as her new torture toy
brought her to a climax.
And then, as the pinnacle of
her pleasure washed through her, she brought her lips close to mine and hissed:
“Welcome to Femdom Farm, cunt!”
To be continued.
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