Femdom Farm

                      FEMDOM FARM – PART 6, My first day

 

 

I started out on my first day of imprisonment – oh, all right, slavery – at Femdom Farm feeling far from confident. OK, so I’d fucked the lovely Mistress Eva, but things weren’t as they seemed. This was no happy fuck camp!

 

After her guests had left the previous night, I’d climbed into bed with her with my inevitable hard-on – there was no way around it, slaves at Femdom Farm are erect except when they’re being painfully tortured or are asleep, remember?

 

I pointed my pussy pleasurer at her wet cunt and as I drove into her, my mouth closed on hers, and then she smiled a sadistic smile and said: “Right, now you’re doing the fuck, let me explain about DCs.

 

“That’s what we call a lady with a pretty face, nice tits, an ass to die for, great legs – oh, and a cock and a pair of balls.

 

“We’ve got about 10 of ‘em working here, all guards, of course, and they’re called DCs because they’re ‘Dick Chicks’. And boy, are they gonna like you, you pretty boy, you!”

 

If I’d not been subjected to the constant-erection device around my pecker and balls, I’d have lost my hard-on instantly, but of course that couldn’t happen.

 

As I was fucking her – and my balls were starting to ache a bit now, so I wondered how fucking painful they would be by the time I got my “ejaculation shot” – she told me more about the DCs.

 

“You will refer to each one as ‘Dick Chick’,” she told me. “That’s as in ‘Yes, Dick Chick, no Dick Chick, three bags full, Dick Chick’. Two of ‘em will arrive to take your to their entertainment room.

 

“It’s gonna be on CCTV, so you will scream and struggle and put up a fight as they drag you away. And you will stick on a good act during the time you’re enjoying their company because it will be filmed.

 

“If it’s any good it will turn up on the Porn Punishment program, understand?”

 

I’d never heard of it, and I told her.

 

She smiled cruelly. “It’s only available to rich women, it’s on air 24 hours a day, and features stuff from Femdom Farms throughout the country. If you’re good, you’ll appear on it, in an edited version.”

 

I nodded, miserably. “And, cunt,” Mistress Eva went on, “if you’re really good, women will vote for you and ask for a repeat. You might end up becoming a personal slave to all 10 Dick Chicks. Until the viewers tire of you, of course.”

 

That didn’t seem to be my idea of much fun. How bad it was really going to be I’d find out soon enough, though.

 

After putting the fear of Jesus H Christ up me, my mistress then rolled on top of me, demanded her rights to orgasm, sated herself, and kicked me out of bed to huddle beneath the cold rubber sheet. Thankfully, I was so exhausted I slept like the proverbial log.

 

The following morning, Mistress Eva woke me by the simple method of kicking me in the butt as I lay facing the wall.

 

“Piss duty, cunt,” she snapped, and I arose and followed her to the big bathroom.

 

As she settled herself on the throne, I lay back on the leather bench beneath her ass, and noticed that as my mouth secured a sort of seal over her labia, that the ring was working – my cock was thick and hard, already!

 

Then she blasted her overnight piss down my throat. I chugged and swallowed as much as I could as quickly as I could, in the hope that the dreadful taste wouldn’t be noticeable if I drank fast. But towards the middle of her stream the salty, horrible taste was plain to my taste buds.

 

Then I cleaned her snatch, and we showered together.

 

Over breakfast – a three-egg omelette, orange juice and coffee for her, gruel and a small glass of milk for me – she told me of her plans for the first day.

 

“We’re gonna start off your pony boy training today, cunt,” she said, smearing a slice of bread around the edges of her plate. “I will teach you to prance, then you can pull a little sulky with me sitting in it.

 

“Do you good, tone those muscles and get you fit.”

 

I hated the idea already!

 

Outside, walking behind the gloriously-buttocked bitch, I followed her to what was obviously a pony boy training ring. She clipped a long leather lead onto my neck chain, then selected a five-foot long buggy whip.

 

I was then made to prance in high-step mode around the perimeter of the ring, keeping my knees up high, while Mistress Eva occasionally flicked the whip painfully against my buttocks, or my aching shoulder blades.

 

During my training another mistress came along, with her prancing pony boy slave.

 

“Hey Eva, he’s a good looker,” she said. “He been to the Dick Chicks yet?”

 

Eva laughed. “Tomorrow’s his day with them,” she replied. “Think they’ll like him?”

 

The other mistress nodded. “Fuck, they’ll wanna keep him, he’s so fuckin’ pretty,” she said. All of which, of course, added to my apprehension of my first meeting with the Dick Chicks.

 

After I’d pranced for what seemed like hours, and worked up a big sweat, Mistress Eva took me into a sort of gear room and hitched me to a little sulky, with a red leather seat.

 

I dragged her outside into the sun’s heat and found that once I’d got the thing in motion it was quite easy to pull, although the red rubber bit in my mouth was a bastard.

 

We’d just got outside the gear shed when she reined me to a halt, and snapped: “Pam, look to your left, that’s what happens to experienced pony boys.”

 

The sight was amazing. It was a large, four-wheeled cart contraption, being pulled by two pony boys, side by side. Their bodies were gleaming with sweat, but their cocks, aided by the engorgement rings were erect.

 

Seated on the bench on the cart were two buxom mistresses. But it was what was beneath them that caused me concern.

 

The seat obviously had cut outs where the two women passengers were sitting. Under their naked crotches and licking their pussies, lay two more slaves, who were both lying on slim benches which were angled so their heads were at pussy level, higher than their feet, which were strapped to the ends of the benches at the rear of the cart.

 

“That’s called a ‘four-in-hand’,” Mistress Eva informed me. “They will be going for a nice long drive out towards the edge of the farm. When they get there, the two slaves who have been pulling will be strapped to the benches to perform piss-drinking and pussy-worshipping duties, while the other two will be harnessed to bring the mistresses back.

 

“That’s a nice way to spend a morning, eh Pam?”

 

And with a laugh, she made a clicking sound with her mouth, flicked the buggy whip against my upper back and I started to take her for a drive.

 

I went in the opposite direction to the “four-in-hand” and after about an hour’s progress over the sandy trails, Mistress Eva reined me to a halt, released me and ordered: “I need to piss, get your mouth sealed on me!”

 

Again I drank down her salty, tangy, bitter piss, and cleaned her. As I was doing that, she moaned. “Fuck, that’s good Pam, carry on, I may as well have a cum!”

 

And, with me kneeling in the sand and my mistress standing with her booted-feet wide, I brought her to an orgasm. During this exercise my cock was, of course, erect, and the ache in my balls was more noticeable. Fuck, I wanted to come now, but relief was days away. What would it be like by the time of the injection, I shuddered to think.

 

On the way back to farm headquarters and the accommodation chalets, we came across the “four-in-hand” which was approaching from the opposite direction.

 

“Whoa, pony boy,” snapped Eva, pulling harshly on my reins and flashing the buggy whip across my buttocks. I panted to a halt as one of the two busty bitches on the cart reined the two puffing pony boy slaves to a halt as well.

 

“He’s pretty,” said the other bitch, who was carrying the whip. Both women’s pussies were being serviced by the bench strapped pony boy slaves.

 

“Yeah, a real good looker,” agreed Mistress Eva. “His name’s Pam – it stands for pervert and masochist.”

 

“When’s he due for some fun with the Dick Chicks?” asked the other mistress.

 

“Tomorrow, due for pick up at 9,” said my mistress.

 

“Fuck,” said the whip carrier, “there’ll be fuck all punishments carried out on the farm tomorrow, we’ll all be glued to the CCTV.”

 

Mistress Eva laughed. “I sure as hell hope so,” she told the two mistresses on the four-in-hand, “because I’ve told him to put on a good show!”

 

The reins holder asked: “He a virgin in the ass department?”

 

Mistress Eva jerked on my reins: “Mistress asked you a question, cunt. Nod or shake your head.”

 

I nodded, wildly.

 

“Fuck,” said the whip mistress, “he’s in for a real fun time, then!”

 

And with roars of laughter, the reins were shaken for the two sweating pony boys, the buggy whip cracked against their backs and then buttocks, and they resumed hauling the four-wheeled cart.

 

After I was hosed down with icy cold water, we went back to Mistress Eva’s quarters where my mistress ate a nice salad with a chunk of salmon. I was ordered to lick my gruel from a bowl on the floor.

 

Then, I was commanded to perform an early afternoon fuck, followed by a long drink from her piss slit, then she enjoyed an afternoon nap.

 

I lay on my rubber-sheeted bed.

 

An hour after she’d slipped off for a peaceful nap, my mistress awoke, ordered me to put her boots on her feet, zip them up, and place her waistcoat over her gorgeous upper body.

 

When she was “dressed” – her buttocks, her quim and her breasts were all on display, of course – she walked out into the sunlight. I clasped my hands behind my neck and obediently followed, eyes glue to her wonderful bottom.

 

She strolled down to a large building, we entered, and walked along an air-conditioned corridor. Every now and then she paused to look through spy holes set in doors. Finally, she murmured “Good, this flogging cell is available” and she entered.

 

The spartan room had only one item of “furniture” in it – that’s if you can call a flogging frame “furniture”.

 

It consisted of two metal poles set about five feet apart, and joined together by horizontal poles on the cell floor and at the uppermost part of the frame. Two more poles went from the extreme tops of the crossbar out at 45-degree angles. They ended on the floor and from the bottom, two more sturdy poles went back to the bottoms of the posts.

 

Mistress Eva strapped me into the sturdy frame so my back was facing the floor.

 

“I’ll start on your front, cunt,” she told me, then she went to a row of hooks on the cell wall. From each was hanging a weapon of flagellatory torture.

 

Mistress Eva selected a single-stranded leather lash.

 

“Just leather, slave,” she smiled, as she saw the apprehension flood over my face. “No nice electro shocks with this little beauty.”

 

And then she adopted a wide stance which displayed her marvellous semi-nude body and proceeded with my flogging. She whipped the lash across my upper chest, and then the fronts of my thighs, until I had received about 35 strokes in all.

 

The lash stung, but it wasn’t agonising. It wasn’t merely love caresses, either. Just somewhere in between.

 

Then she moved towards me, cupped my balls in her hand, and then ran her fingers up over my still stiff cock. “Thank me, Pam!” she hissed, and I realised she was aroused by what she had just done.

 

“Thank-you, Mistress Eva,” I said, quietly.

 

Next, after I had been unstrapped, she made me turn and strapped me back to the frame. Now my back and buttocks were obviously to be the targets.

 

This flogging, which also lasted for some 35 strokes, slashed across my upper back, buttocks and backs of my thighs.

 

It also hurt a darn sight more. She was, I realized, putting more weight into her work. After about 20 strokes, I started to yell out in pain, and by the time she had finished, I could see that at last my erection had gone. And while the aching pain still lingered in my balls, it was now accompanied by searing pain across my back, backside and backs of my thighs.

 

Mistress Eva freed me, then ordered me to my knees. “I’m busting for a piss, cunt,” she informed me, “so drink up.”

 

And the warm flow of her salty, horrid piss surged down by throat, as I cupped her great ass and drank her urine once more. It still tasted awful. Even so, when I had finished, I looked down and noticed that my cock was again erect!

 

“Now thank me, cunt,” snapped my mistress, and once more I orally serviced her sweet-smelling snatch from my kneeling position.

 

After she had enjoyed her orgasm, Mistress Eva ordered me to my feet. “Know why we came here for some fun, cunt?” she asked me.

 

“No, Mistress Eva,” I replied, quite honestly.

 

“So you can experience a small taste of what you’re gonna get from the Dick Chicks tomorrow. Did you enjoy it?”

 

I nodded, and then said something that actually amazed me.

“Yes, mistress,” I stammered. “Thank-you for torturing me, mistress.”

 

Mistress Eva looked at me with a large smile on her face. “Fuck, cunt,” she said, fondling my hard-on, “this is great.

 

“Here we are on the first day of your fuckin’ sentence and already you’re thanking me for torturing you.

 

“Shit, Pam, I’m gonna enjoy having you around with me at Femdom Farm.”

 

And then she said something that sent a shiver down my spine. “And that goes for the Dick Chicks, too, I reckon!”

 

 

To be continued.