Hitch Hiker

*** CHAPTER 6

My night was anxious and my sleep fitful trying to get into comfortable positions to sleep and thinking through how John had manipulated me and taken full mental control of me and a body that was no longer mine. There was no apparent way out, I knew now that I should forget my previous life and commit to a new non-life as it now evolved. My mind and body belong to my new Master Pete, I AM MY MASTERS SLAVE. My memories slip away, no longer serving purpose and hope drains away for the future.
How can I now engage and please my new Master to ensure he is happy and content, how do I achieve maximum satisfaction for him. What does he want from me.

He likes a silky-smooth body all over, he wants my holes accessible and easy, deep throat well mastered and without hesitation and full descent to the absolute hilt and beyond. He likes to discipline and control I must crave his punishment and solicit his domination.
I must worship him above all else and submit to his every whim.
I AM MY MSTERS SLAVE, is becoming engraved on my psyche and sub-conscience.

The lights flash on as I stir from a perturbed sleepless night, and the intercom reminds me it is 6’o clock in the morning. Surprisingly I have a healthy erection and I’m dying for a pee. I stagger to roll out of bed and piss into the bucket under my sink, a solid flow comes out of the end of the meat plug into the plastic a nice clear yellow jet and continues for what seems like forever.

Mister John strolls into the workshop in the bikini he was wearing last night and looking very sexy he unlocked my cell and gently removed the spreader bar and releasing my ankles, then the ball stretchers, the meat plug oh such a relief, the nipple clamps fall away leaving the tips extremely sensitive to touch then his fingers pry to remove the butt plug that I feel slowly withdraw with noises of shit and fart and release of the sphincter hummm and John brings the sweet smell of shit under my nose and forces it into my mouth for cleaning which I do with visible delight that seems to please him very much.

Then the bucket of my own piss is poured delicately over my shaven head for my first shower of the day.

With my collar and wrists still attached we walk upstairs together and over to the bar where he hands me the telephone “you will now call your mother and tell her that I will come by to pick up your things at one ‘o clock that she is to help you by packing your things and giving them to me because you cannot come home today but if she comes with John she can see me here or something similar. Then you will tell her that I’ve been nice to you and that she must do as she’s told, and you’ll see her later. OK? Understood,” I nodded agreement and he dialed the number.

The conversation went well, and mum made no difficulties agreeing to do as I asked and meet John later in the day. She asked to speak with John, but I just explained that he was in the shower and would call back later. She also asked if John had asked after her and what he was like she thought he sounded kind and gentle and he ask to take her photo that seemed so gallant of him. I agreed with her and suggested she could have every confidence in him and her cooperation would help me considerably in my new job with his company. She reassured me by confirming she would do everything she could to help me. The call concluded with her reminding me to ask John to call her back.

Mister John, who had heard the whole conversation had an enormous smile on his face and told me he was very happy with me leaning over to kiss me, I felt so proud to have pleased him and given him just what he wanted.
“Now I’m going to call your mother back and you are going to suck my cock while I talk to her.”

I knelt down in front of him with a little difficulty as my wrists were still attached to my collar and my mouth closed on his cock hanging out of the bikini bottom, his hand placed on my shaved head guiding my mouth and lips.
“Hello Jean this is John here, have to excuse me I was naked under the shower creaming and shaving myself down, how are you this lovely morning great to hear your voice again, what are you wearing?” after a slight pause he continued “Oh Jean don’t worry your head about that your son has just gone out to walk the dogs, so what have you decided to wear today when I come to fetch you…. Hmm sounds lovely, and underneath? ….. but that’s the most important part…. Don’t forget you promised to pose for me in a bikini that I’ve chosen specially for you…. yes of course just you and me…as already promised Jean… I have it with me already you will simply adore it… and I’ve rented a nice little spot for a great photo shoot you’ll love it, it’s so quaint…. “

My head was working slowly in up to the hilt and out onto the tip of the bulging head, my throat getting into the habit of swallowing this monster cock, I heard the conversation continuing above….
“Yes, it’s so quaint, a farm in the forest the owner is a friend of mine and often rents it out to me for photo shoots. Philip has been there with me already and I took some excellent photos of him wearing some tight silk shorts he looked so sexy and you can see he’s a real man…” he continued “yes of course I’ll show them to you, you will be so proud. I keep trying to get him to pose for me naked but he’s so reluctant, why don’t you try and persuade him for me.” “ What are you telling me he was caught running around with no clothes on when he was just a boy of ten, wow a born exhibitionist, OK then you should be able to make him pose for me…. Great then I’ll have him call you when he comes back. Thanks Jean, see you later.”

“So slave you are a born exhibitionist since you were ten, a real born slut just destined to become the slave you are,” with that he stood and fucked my face hard and long and pumped his juice way down into the bottom of my throat.
“Now ring your mother back she has something to ask you…”
I stood and took the phone as John dialled the number, “Hello mum it’s me again John tells me you wanted to ask me something?”

“Yes, Son I just wanted to be sure everything is OK between you and John, only he tells me you pose for photos for him, but you don’t like certain poses where you have to take your clothes off. Is that right son? “
“Yes, mum that’s right I thought I shouldn’t, but he’s been so kind to me and I’m sure it will make him really happy and he doesn’t mind being naked in front of me, so I think I’ll accept if that’s OK with you?”
“Yes, Son that’s fine don’t worry about it, he may want you to do other things as well and he is such a nice man I think we can let him have his way hmm what do you say Son?”
“OK mum that’s great, he will be so happy when I tell him.”
“Good son now, you’ve already seen him with no clothes on?” “Yes mum, most of the time at home. Why?” she continued “well its just to know, he must be quite nice?” “well yes I suppose he is, he is very long and big down there.” “Oh, son you are a tease. Look after yourself. Bye.”

John had a beaming smile across his face he was just so happy at what had just happened “now I have her, now, she’s mine for the taking, you were wonderful slave, you and I are going to work wonders.” And he kissed me for so long and deeply. “Now let’s take that collar off and release your hands and put some ointment on your tattoos.”
He slipped out of the bikini and showed his cock to me as if teasing me to take it again.

“Come here on your knees and worship my cock you slut slave.” I wanted to please him again and was on my knees instantly bowing to his cock, “Right, jerk me off and swallow my juice you bitch, my bitch, my cum pump, you make me so hard I’m going to fuck your face until its full.”
My emotions were under control and I felt that I was satisfying my Mister John.

I grasped his rigid cock with both hands and slowly wanked his superb cock steadily maintaining a regular rhythm and caressing his bell head with my lips and tongue, he was enjoying it I could feel as he stretched himself and raised his pelvis up and down. I felt his body start to tremble and harden he was quivering and then his cock exploded spurting his juice strong and hot into my face going up my nose before I could control it correctly and direct it straight into my mouth to catch the remaining spurts, the taste was sublime slightly salty and sticky slimy as I washed it round my mouth before running my tongue over and through it finally swallowing tasting it slip down my throat over my tonsils. Delicious, I must have more, as I tried to encourage more and clean off the rest.

Mister John was in a good mood this morning and life was going to be better for me too. “Better get your daily exercises done and take a shower you have two hours.
My exercises were clear a 10kms run around the forest area first thing from 6 to 7 a.m. then fixed exercises on the benches and floor, sit-ups, bounces, pumps, step ups, weights and general gym workout. All done naked of course except for the run that I did in a pair a flannel shorts and trainers. Wouldn’t really have mattered anyway there was never anyone on the circuit through the woods and moorland.

I always feel really good after my daily routine followed by a good hot shower, but today was slightly different in so much as my time under the shower was spent, shaving and cleaning inside and out which took up the rest of my time.
Time’s up and I’m ready in my cell HOME lying down looking up through the glass ceiling, reflecting on my situation having recovered from my general depression during my first 24 hours of slavery. Whilst it had been difficult in parts and painful in other there was nothing I wasn’t capable of putting up with and I had learned a great deal about myself and the limits to which I would go. It was 10 o’clock in the morning my tattoos were better, and my naked body was in perfect trim. I believe I’m getting bored, I thought.

Mister John was watching me from above passing across the glass floor from time to time to keep an eye on me. I dozed off for a while and woke to hear John come into the workshop dressed in his tight thin yellow slacks that moulded so well to his sensual body and showed his bulging sex off as if transparent, shaping so well his bell head half way down his thigh, and then that tiny red singlet that revealed his waist and belly button, “Mister John, you look so good, please can I suck your cock, please let me have your juice?” I begged, “No, Fay I am going out now to meet your mother and pick up your things, while I’m gone, you will work on that cunt of yours with this butt plug,” he handed me a long large black rubber butt plug much bigger than the previous one then added,” make sure it’s in by the time I return.” He walked over to the small kitchen area and opened and emptied a can into a stainless-steel bowl and took a six pack of large beers out of the fridge then brought it all over to me, sliding the bowl under the door and the can of beer he rolled under the door one after the other.

“You get all that finished and clean, and work your nipples too, bitch, cock is for dessert after a good caning you deserve, now kiss my feet slave.” He kicked off his sandals and I sucked each and every toe individually as if they were his cock. After 5 minutes he took my cell key off its hook on the wall and walked away then I heard him get into the car and drive away.

I had some food he left me in a dog bowl, simple cold green beans and I struggled to get through the six large stout beers he left and felt bloated and drunk by the time I’d finished, pissing regularly and stumbling around my cell in a drunken stupor before collapsing on my bed for a couple of hours

I didn’t see John again until early evening just as the sun was going down and he invited me upstairs to join him with the cane. I was still in alcoholic trance as I bent over to get in position, but it was proving to be more difficult than I thought. Grasping my ankles and standing still without moving was a real challenge and John was losing patience. I received my first stroke straight across my buttocks and shouted out “STROKE 1,” the caning was painful but the alcohol was helping to support the pain so I asked John to please continue, “I need to be disciplined Mister John, please cane me again,” he did not need to be asked twice and struck again. The pain was sharper and more even, “STROKE 2” I shouted and so on until we reached 5 strokes and my buttocks were surely bright red by now. “Well, slave I suppose you would like another stroke?” he questioned, I knew now the answer he wanted, and I replied simply “yes Mister John I need another stroke please.” The last and final stroke came across my lower back just below my tattoo and was the most painful of all.

“That butt plug is good for you, its suits your cunt so you’ll wear all the time until the next size up.
After we lay together on a couch and he made me drink some whisky with him, and I sucked his cock and listened to every detail of his afternoon with my mum.

He arrived at the house just after one o’clock and let himself in using my key, being careful not to disturb anything and hoping to creep up on Jean who was, as he had expected, upstairs getting ready and preparing my things. He watched her through the bannister rails as she looked at herself in the long dress mirror in the bedroom, she was wearing a light white cotton dress that clung to her body and was quite transparent showing her ample breasts and showed the line of her bra and the line of her oversize knickers and shapely bum. She ran her hands gently over her body and liked what she saw in the mirror, she span around so her dress flew up and showed her fine legs and thighs. He stood watching her for several minutes feeling his cock stiffen as she moved around in front of him unaware of his presence. His cock was tightly held by his small sized slacks, but his bulge was growing significantly.

Drawing her attention, he whispered “hello Jean, nice to see you.” that made her jump, surprised that he had been able to get in the house without knocking, then realised he must have taken the key from her son.

He walked up to the landing to join her and to pick up my things. She asked after me and wanted to know if I was OK. John explained to me with a certain delight how he had stood in front of her with his hands on his hips fingering his belly button and watching her eyes move feverishly up and down his body finally fixing her stare on his hardening cock. He then had said to her “Jean what’s wrong, do I have a stain, are my flies open?” She was so visibly embarrassed that he made the most of the situation, “this is what you want isn’t it Jean, look at it, what do you think? Tell me. Want to touch it? Answer me, don’t just stand there.” After a slight pause Jean gather her calm and was able to look at him again straight in the eyes, but he seized his opportunity and raising his voice and assumed control of the situation, ordering her directly to come closer to him and without realising how she was leaving him to dominate her, she took one step forward. From that moment forward he knew he had won the struggle for domination.

She took another step towards him and he was able to place his hand on her neck and run his hands through her hair, she closed her eyes and she abandoned herself to him.
He encouraged her and asked her to simply raise her dress and show him her legs as she had done just a couple of minutes before in front of the mirror.

She did as he had told her and raised her dress to mid-thigh, he complimented her simply on her legs and then took out the bikini that he wanted her to pose in suggesting she try it on for size and comfort.

She took the two pieces from him and turned to walk away to the bedroom and he waited for her on the landing, an instant later she returned bare foot with the bikini tied and fitting her perfectly. He told her how superb she looked and had her walk around him to show off to him. He adjusted the rear by pulling up the waist strap and dropping the front to a maximum. She let him adjust and retouch everything without shying away, he retied her neck strap adjusting slightly her ample tits then ran his finger tips along the hem line of her cheeks till it was just the right position, turning her slightly to check the front pubic line was exactly where he wanted it.

Slip you dress over the top and we’ll make a move to the photo shoot. He picked up the hold all with my things and moved down the stairs and out to the car. She was dithering in the lounge when he returned, unable to decide to wear a coat or not, he told to forget it she was fine just like that.

The car moved off and out onto the forest road that would lead them to the farm photo shoot. He pulled up into a small lay by and told her quite abruptly that on reflection she should take off her dress and just wear the bikini, she was surprised and little dismayed, but he insisted again and even started to unbutton her top, she agreed to do it, and took the dress off so just wearing the delightful little bikini. The dress was picked up and he rolled it into a ball threw it on the floor next to him and pushed it under his seat. He looked her over once or twice and again readjusted the waistline trying to hide a couple of rebellious pubic hairs that had escaped. That’s great he said then added you just need to spread your legs a bit and that’ll be fine, she obeyed without hesitation and they moved off again. She placed her hands awkwardly on her knees trying to occupy them, but he didn’t want that, as it spoiled his view, so he ordered her to place her hands behind her neck and once again she obeyed without question.

He could see that she was under his control, she shivered a little and tried hard to keep her thighs apart, her apprehension or fear was tangible as they advance across the woodland roads.
She tried vainly to make conversation, but he told her sternly to be quiet, you can see I’m driving. Then she let her hands slip from behind her neck and he called her to order. Telling her that it was best if she does as she’s told for this photo shoot or, otherwise he stood to lose a major contract and she must understand that. With which she agreed and confirmed she would do her best.

Then again, with the cool temperature she started to shiver slightly and brought her thighs together for warmth, and he told her not to change position. He was bringing her increasingly under his control.
He moved his hand to her and adjusted her bra, brushing his fingers over her breast her nipples were hardening, he liked what he saw.

They drew up at the farm and drove into the courtyard with the dog on a chain barking at them and he parked just beside him as if to frighten her and stop her moving from the car. He put on some rubber boots he had behind him, got out not forgetting to pick up her dress on the way taking it with him. He went to pick up his photo gear from the boot and continued over to the barn to set up. After a couple of minutes he returned and opened the door for her to get out even though she was afraid of the dog, she slipped out in bare feet onto the muddy path and slid along the side of the car to close the door, the dog barked at her, she screamed slightly, and he told her to simply stand still, hands on her head, and wait until the dog went away and he grabbed the dogs chain and pulled him back from her and allowed her to move towards the barn. She had difficulty to step in the mud and stumbled slightly, but she made it safely over to the barn and he released the dog and followed her. He very cleverly made it impossible for her to return to the car without him and locked it for good measure.

He found her rinsing her feet in a bucket of water she’d found to one side. So, he let her finish then called for her to join him in the centre of the barn, encouraging her, telling how good she looked, and he had the hots for her, drawing her attention to the bulge in his slacks. She laughed nervously, but smiled cutely at him and licked her lips slowly and fully.

“She was really hot by now,” he told me, I could see her swinging her hips and bobbing her tits up and down, she just loved that bikini, and believe me Slave boy I know a good slut when I see it.”
Mister John was intent on humiliating me as much as possible, explaining to me each detail of his domination of my own mother with the intent to turn her into a high turnover exploitable all purpose multi task sex whore.
“So, what do you think happened next slave boy?” I understood what he wanted from me as his slave and I responded, “Mister John, what I think happened is that you put her through the pig pen like me.”

“Oh no, slave slut nothing so quick and enjoyable, no slave, this deserves better treatment and total cerebral control, without the possibility to escape. She is already a little anxious, and frightened but I will bring her, with her own consent and at her own request to do things you won’t believe, and she will do it with a smile.”

He served me, yet another large glass of whisky and I was kneeling between his thighs as he held his cock up nice and straight, “give me blow job, nice, slow and easy, put your hands on my hips and then give it head and to the hilt. Make me proud slut, there is nothing in this world more important than the blowjob you are going to give my cock right now and you will time it to last for another couple of hours.”
He continued the vivid account of his afternoon.

That bikini looked so good on her as she came closer and she had such obvious pleasure in wearing it, strutting around fingering the hem and straps continually adjusting the waistband and the bra. Standing bare feet in the hay and mud looked so innocent and sensual. Her dark auburn hair flowed over her shoulders as she played with it, he told her to gather it at the back and tie it off to show off her fine neck.

He walked around her adjusting once again her bra, undoing the neck tie to adjust it to the right length, she grasped her breasts by reflex, but he whispered in her ear telling her never to do that again, it was very naughty and made him angry, you will be a nice decent obedient girl for me. Now tell me you understand that. She raised her hands to her neck again and confirmed to him that she understood. Jean please tell me that it will not happen again, ever. I need to know he insisted.

He boasted to me “you see she needs to know who is in control and feel guilty if she does not do as she’s told. Slave boy stay longer at the hilt and swallow, yes I like that you bitch whore.”
So now he spent some time adjusting the neck strap, raising it and lowering it to see the effect, her nipples were getting firmer and erect, he encouraged that by sweeping his hands over her as if by accident.

The back strap he loosened allowing her breasts to sink a little and show slightly below the material. He adjusted the bra cups then his hands moved down to the lower piece, The front waistband had a tendency to come up a little so he passed his hands around the back and passed his fingers into the lower hems on either side to pull them backwards drawing down the waist band to the lowest possible position and then forced the tissue up into the crack of her ass to hold it in place and also to define perfectly her butthole crack.
He began the photo shoot all around the open space of the barn and had her turning and twirling, crouching, stretching, caressing herself and she seemed to be really enjoying herself.

“This slave boy gets to the good part, getting her to do something she’s not sure about, as I get her to touch herself and catch her off guard.”
He called her in for closer shots and picked up the horsewhip that had been used for me the day before. He walked over to her and asked her if she knew exactly what it was, and do you know what, she took it between her fingers and stroked it gently from one end to the other saying to him that she didn’t know, but felt sure that he would explain it to her in detail.

As I continued to enjoy his cock his story was giving him a real boner.
Well, this, Jean my dear is to ensure you do just as I tell you as and when I want and if you don’t then I will have to use it to whip you and the funny thing is you are going to enjoy it and even ask for more.
She wasn’t quite reassured but teased him by saying that maybe he wouldn’t need it.

You are being a naughty girl already and I think I’m going to use it very soon if you don’t caress your cunt for me, and he pointed the end of the whip on her cunt, running it back and forth as she gently closed her eyes and slipped her fingers down the front and started to gently massage her clitoris. He encouraged her with flattery and compliments. You need to spread your legs a bit more OK that’s good.as he continued his photos.

They moved closer and closer to the back of the barn that was less well lit where the pigs were kept, and the stench was so much more intense. He moved closer to her and untied her bra, she didn’t flinch at all, then the back strap and he put the top in his pocket. Her tits were swinging free, his hand slipped down and pulled the bow from the hip and the bottom fell to the floor revealing her well groomed tuft of pubic hair. He bent to pick up the cloth and put it in his pocket.
She was standing naked in front of him, and she was visibly enjoying it. Running her hands through her hair and over her breasts.

The telephone rang, and he went to the wall to pick it up. It was the owner of the farm who wanted to know how he was getting on and he answered, quite nonchalantly, that Jean was a fine looking mature woman who was enjoying the photo shoot and doing very well. He turned to watch her as he spoke, he continued yes it didn’t take too long and she’s naked in front of me now, lovely body, nice tits and nice red hot little cunt you would love it George. She looked so surprised but in some way flattered and waved her hand at him as if to slap his bottom. Oh yes and that reminds me George she seems very happy playing with your horsewhip, she was horrified that he had shared that with someone else... That’s fine George we’ll wait for you, about ten minutes is fine, oh and don’t tell anyone else yet I need to run it by Pete first. OK. See you, and he hung up. She looked a little frightened and kept repeating to herself “oh that’s not fair, he shouldn’t have said that, I did that only for him…”

He turned to her and explained it was only the owner of the farm and he was on his way down, be here in about 10 minutes. He’s a real nice guy, he’s met your son already and likes him a lot, he should have him for a couple of weeks later in the month. He is very demanding and can be quite cruel, won’t take any fuss and like me must be obeyed.

Oh, I forgot to thank you for having persuaded your son to pose naked for me, he’s a great model and enjoys doing as he’s told and all because of you. If you hadn’t said anything I think I would have lost him. Would you like to see some photos? She nodded her agreement and they both walked together over to the car, he opened the boot and slipped the bikini in with the other things and took out an envelop with several large format photos of me her son. She was totally aghast to see my new look, and seeing me suspended from the workshop ceiling or in my cell. She looks at him terrified.

He is a good boy and does exactly what he is told, and you must do the same thing Jean, do you understand otherwise I can make your son’s life a living hell. Tell me you understand.
She nodded to say she had understood, and would comply to his demands provided he watched out for her son. But of course, Jean you can trust me.
She went through all the photos one after the other and then went through them again touching them with the tips of her fingers.

You can keep them if you wish, now, let’s get back to the barn and remember, you be good to George. He will be training your son for two whole weeks and I can assure you he can be very cruel if he is not satisfied or if you do not behave or obey him correctly. so just be nice to him. Your son is a very handsome young man and he appeals to a lot of men and he enjoys that. You must be proud of him Jean, she agreed with him and smiled proudly.
They returned to the barn and the photo shoot, but her mind was far from her pose.

A car drove into the courtyard and started the dog barking again, we heard the car door slam and a gruff voice shouting at the dog to “shut its fucking gob…” then the dog yelped as he received a kicked and returned to its kennel.
We heard him in his rubber boots come sloshing across the yard and rounded into the barn. “So, John nice to see you again, how is that young faggot of yours coming along, he looked in good shape yesterday, you’ll have him ready for me from the 30th uh? You’ll bring him here of course, can’t wait to get my hands on him.”

“Yes George of course all is arranged, I spoke to Pete earlier and there’s no problem. Now, let me introduce you to Jean, the woman I spoke to you on the phone about earlier, “Jean come here.” He ordered. She put her hands on her head and walked slowly and deliberately towards them keeping her body straight and legs in line one foot after the other. She was so obviously trying to seduce this man, she put out her hand for him to shake, but he looked at her with disdain and told her “fuck off, who does this fucking bitch think she is, John for god’s sake can’t you train these cunts of yours properly before you put them in front of me.” He apologised profusely saying she was new and had not had a chance to learn the niceties of her role. “Just stand there Jean and do as you are told.” He advised. She tried to apologise but it just made the situation worse and she received a full-face slap that threw her sideways. She was shaken and quickly tried to resume her position before he had a chance to repeat the gest.

George then told John to get his gear off, which he did immediately, and George had no hesitation in grasping his enormous cock.

“Give me that fucking horsewhip you tart and stand over there in the gap between the pigsties,” he told her, “that’s it right there, now, lean over the pen and spread your legs, you know John I’ll bet you she’s really good and wet just waiting for a good fucking cock.”

Without hesitation he took the horsewhip, walked over to her and lashed out, striking her right across the lower back, she winced and folded her knees squirming slightly, she turned and he caught the glimpse of a smile, “you see John she’s in love with this fucking whip, her eyes are begging for it, look at her I bet her cunt is dripping,” she drew hers legs up straight again and braced herself against the wall, the whip slashed through the air again and caught her right on her buttocks and you could hear the tip of the whip hit home, this time she winced and squirmed and saw her legs trembling at the knees, still she turned and smiled almost daring him to continue, forming a kiss with her lips, without hesitating he struck again then again and again…then John suggested he might stop for a while to let her recover. “You a fucking wimp John, look at her she’s loving it, every stroke. You go over there, and you stick that cock of yours straight up her dripping wet cunt then I’ll stop.”

My head was spinning from the alcohol and, yet my mouth was dry sucking Mister Johns cock, “you see slave Fay, the problem here is that George knows very well Master Pete doesn’t allow me to fuck female cunt so there is not much hope for your mother, she is going to take a real whipping, but take heart she seems to enjoy it.”

The whip came down for yet another stroke on her buttocks and she continued to squirm, he walked over to her grabbing her hair from the back and running his fingers over her cunt, penetrating three fingers and lifting her off the floor slightly, “oh my fucking god, she is so shit hot John just come and feel her, her cunt is dripping, and look at her nipples as hard as bullets, bet you just love me doing that don’t you slut?” She just smiled back at him almost challenging. He dragged her by the hair to the centre of the barn and had her stand straight with her arms in the air and on her toes then he moved back a step to face her, then struck directly at her clitoris only just missing, he walk to her again, “give me a target you bitch, open your legs and hold open your cunt, let me get a good look at your red hot clit…crouch down a touch… there that’s better.” And he rubbed and tugged at her clit, so he could at least see it better. One, two, three strokes and he hit home, she cried out.

Then he lashed out at her nipples and tits her thighs. When he finished with her she was not smiling quite as much.

He dragged her back to the pig pens and threw her directly in with the pigs up to her waist in pig shit and piss. Leaving her there and passing John on his way out saying that he needs to improve, and that newbie had better fucking perform.”

He got up and dressed then went to find Jean in the pig sty where she was wallowing in the cool muck as he helps her to stand. Despite what had happened she asked simply if George had been satisfied with her performance. He reassured her as he took her through to the barn area to wash. He had warned her that George was not the easiest of customers, but strangely that did not seem to worry her. In fact, she was quite calm and she commented that George was not as harsh as she had feared. She washed herself down and they walked back to the car together, he gave her dress back which she slipped into it and we drove back to the house where I drop her around 5 o’clock before her husband came home.

Tomorrow I’ve agreed to call her to be sure she’s understood her future role, and when you go for your session with the farmer, for your mothers’ sake you had better be good.
“So, there you have it my slave, the whole story, and do know what, Fay, she was actually content with her experience and I told her we would try another photo shoot next week.”

His cock was still in my mouth His attention was now drawn to the butt plug he had asked me to wear.