Springfield R

Literotic asexstories – Springfield R by Sagerooster,Sagerooster
Renee woke me up. I had fallen asleep while rubbing oil on her feet.

“I’m going to bed now. Breakfast burritos at eight thirty. You may kiss my feet now, slave.”

I obeyed. Then she told me that this weekend was Springfield weekend and we would be attending as Mistress and slave. It was a Femdom event that she had not attended in a couple years and she was looking forward to it. There was no time to argue, so I said nothing.

The night was pleasant so I slept on the patio.

I had everything ready when she stepped into the kitchen the next morning. She looked sharp in a tailored business suit and heels.

“Mistress, this weekend makes me nervous, very nervous, actually. I don’t mean to seem rebellious, but, could you just explain what the weekend is all about.”

“The Femdom angle attracts people from across the state. I haven’t attended since Arthur died, but I would like to this year. Are you game?”

“Hardly. Mistress.”

“Sarcasm, slave? Why the reluctance?

“I’m sorry. You’re right, I was being sarcastic.” I looked at her and said, “The idea of a town event freaks me out a bit. And I have to say, I would think attending such an event could impact your business ventures.”

She told me to get on my knees in front of her.

“The year we last saw each other, at Three Springs, BDSMLR really hit our school. It was the great “in thing.” Everybody was involved. And it was all rooted in female submission and male dominance. One weekend, when my father was out of town, I agreed to be a weekend slave for the captain of the football team.”

She smiled broadly at the remembrance. “I’m sure you can believe it was not my best weekend. I sucked every cock of the offensive line that Saturday night. That guy made me so miserable that I swore I would never again submit to a man.

“Three of my friends was also enslaved that weekend. Bonnie, who is now the Springfield Police Chief, Julie, who is now the mayor and the head of the local Chamber of Commerce, and Angie.”

I was startled by that bit of news.

“Surprising, huh?”

“Yes. I’m very surprised.”

“That is the weekend that brought such a backlash. I believe about ten of us determined we would never be slaves again. Now, many of them have moved away, but quite a few are here and hold responsible positions. Take Jan. She is on the county road commission. And my friend Rebecca has the largest insurance brokerage in this region. Many women that are living life on their own terms are in powerful positions in this area. So, no. Attending Springfield weekend doesn’t adversely affect my business. Quite the opposite, in fact.

“You will likely meet some of these women this weekend. And,” she looked in my eyes, “many of them know that my life has not been so full since Arthur’s death. They will be quite glad to make your acquaintance. Maybe knowing the recent history of the area will help you understand.”

“Yes, it does. Thank you, Mistress. Uh, is the guy that dominated you still in the area?”

“Oh, you are a curious one, aren’t you?” But she was smiling broadly when she said it. “No, he is in Louisiana now. He is the one that asked me to go to Texas to negotiate his land deal. And there is an interesting story to that. It may help you understand me a bit better.

“Angie and I went to a bar one night and he was there. Understand, this was several years after the cock weekend. Jan was the bar maid, so I asked her to mix a bit of Ecstasy in his drink. Then I made my move. I convinced him to leave the bar with me and I took him to an All-Night Fitness joint where I promised I would give him a blow job.

“Instead, Angie and I secured him to a horse exercise riding machine and removed his pants. He was a bit under the influence of the alcohol, but we toyed with him a bit and the Ecstasy worked its magic. When he had a raging hard-on, I thrashed his ass with a whippy Delrin cane. It was wonderful. He bled quite a bit and he came all over that machine. Angie got his balls in a death grip and I made him lick up every bit of his cum. Can you see that in your mind’s eye?”

I had to laugh.

‘ “Yes, Mistress. The vision is super clear to me.”

“But the best part is we filmed it and sent the tape to his fiancée. They broke up over it, but he managed to get her back. But, she demanded an FLR household.

“He now tells me that night was his second best ever. The best night he ever had was when he submitted to his wife.”

She smiled at me. “Does that help you understand things better, slave? And Springfield?”

“Mistress, I’m impressed.” I chuckled a bit. “You are quite a bit different from the girl I thought I knew at Three Springs.”

“So, your crush on me is pretty well destroyed?”

“Hardly. Mistress.”

There was mirth in her eyes when she touched my head. “Good. Let’s have hamburgers and salad for supper tonight. I won’t be in till around six. That should give you a good eight hours at the tanning field. Now, kiss my feet, slave, I need to go.”

The idea of Renee’s submission and the revenge exacted by her and Angie was on my mind all day. These women! Wow! They were an unstoppable force! I laid in the sun and marveled over them. And the guy was still doing business with Renee. Amazing. The idea of Renee kneeling in front of a guy to give him a blow job seemed totally foreign to me. Every time I imagined her kneeling in front of me to give me head, I could only see a bad outcome. And if I was honest, I would prefer it was me kneeling in front of her.

That thought brought me fully awake. Serve, David.

I turned over and opened a beer. I hadn’t been as successful as Renee in my work life, but I did miss working with my hands. That could be a factor. Still, these past two weeks had been an eye opener. Actually, this is my twenty-first day under Renee’s control. Ten days to go. Under Renee’s control. I was getting an erection and that blasted cage was hurting awfully! I got up and walked it off. When it was better I laid down again.

Under Renee’s control passed through my mind again. And again, I had to walk off the excitement. When Bill told me he lived in an FLR marriage, it seemed like such a foreign concept. Now the idea excited me sexually.

I took a longer walk top work off the frustration. It didn’t take long to come to the property line. Renee’s land butted up to a clear field. I stood there taking it all in. It looked like eighty or a hundred acres. And I could see a pond bank. Really, it was a long dam. That might be a nice lake over there. It could make a good area for fifty, sixty head of cattle. Maybe more. Then I thought about living with Renee, as a slave. I started getting excited again, so I walked back to Renee’s clearing and laid down.

“You would have to embrace being a slave, David,” I told myself. My sexual tension returned, which I walked off. When I picked up my beer again, it was hot. I poured it out and got another. That was a long afternoon.

The salad was ready when Renee walked in, and charcoal was ready to grill the burgers.

“Good eve…”

“Slave! Get on your knees! Your Mistress deserves an orgasm!”

Her purse made it to the couch as she kicked off her high heels. She tossed her skirt and stay up nylons and walked to me. She pulled off her panties in front of me, put her right foot on the couch and pulled me into her sex. She always tasted great!

It took an effort to start slowly, but she ground my face into her crotch aggressively. It was wonderful. She responded well to me and came to an orgasm quickly, quivering in my mouth. Wow!

“I need to lay down. I’ve been on my feet most of the day.”

She lay on the couch with her left forearm draped across her forehead. Her left foot was on the couch and her right knee was spread obscenely open. Or invitingly. I kissed that knee and slowly worked and nibbled my way up that brown thigh. She raised her head and looked at me.

“I’ll stop if you want me, too, Mistress.”

“Don’t be silly, slave.”

I really took my time, trying to extend her pleasure. When I finally made it to her vagina she was laying back, just taking it all in. I lightly licked her nether lips and her clit. She was so wet. I touched her thighs, just to feel more of her. She grabbed my head and pulled me in, telling me, “Harder! Harder!” I easily slid a finger inside her and sucked her clit hard and she rolled her hips against my mouth while she cried out. It was magnificent. I sucked on her clit while she bucked against me. Then she quivered again and I think she came several times. I kept thinking, “My cousin is cumming all over my face.”

She finally lay still, but I stayed on my knees and lightly licked her lips again.

“Hold it. Hold it,” she whispered. She looked at me through hooded eyes and said, “Take a break, slave.”

I rested my chin on her thigh and just looked at her. Sometimes at her vulva, but more often at her face. I would love to touch her face, to caress her cheeks, but thought that might be too familiar on my part. “Don’t piss your Mistress off, David,” passed through my mind. So, I just lay there and watched her, breathing in her musky scent.

She finally opened her eyes and saw me.

“You’re still not plotting my murder, right?”

“No, Mistress. Just thinking about how pleasant it is to have you cum in my mouth.”

She chuckled at that. Then laughed a little. She sat up and really laughed. “Was that the highlight of your day, slave.”

“Yes, it was, Mistress. It was wonderful.”

She smiled at me. “We have spent almost two hours at this. Do we have plenty of salad? I could skip the burger if we do.”

“We have plenty of salad. I can make you a bigger bowl with crackers. And a white wine, if you want.”

“That sounds good, slave.”

She stood and took off her blouse and bra and opened the patio door. “Let’s eat outside.”

“Very good, Mistress.”

I watched her sit down at the patio table while I got the meal and wine together. I served her first, and was again reminded how she was so at ease with being nude in her environment. With the lights out, we could stargaze. It made me think of the time I saw the sunrise over her thigh.

I was so curious about her. “Could I ask you a question, Mistress?”

“Of course, David. Do I look like a girl that has secrets?”

“Uh.” She really took me back by calling me by my name, I was surprised. Then I caught her joke. Secrets. She’s sitting there naked. “Right. Can two naked people have secrets? ”

Old memories came back to me, which I quelled.

“You look troubled, slave. A penny for your thoughts.”

“Oh, it’s, uh. Just old memories. See, I was married for a couple of years. My ex-wife was the biggest liar I ever had to deal with. Young men often make bad choices. I’m sorry to throw that out there.” I looked at those beautiful brown eyes. Damn. “I just, um, want to be honest with you. OK? Mistress.”

“Yes. I knew you were divorced. I didn’t mean to stir up bad memories. And you were surprised when I called you by name. But I thought you were getting ready to ask me a question about me, and I did that so you would know it was OK. Liars think they have secrets, they are fooling themselves. I won’t lie to you. I expect the same consideration from you.” She smiled at me. “Slave.”

“Yes, Mistress.” It was tough to start, but I said, “Sometimes when you come home and order me to my knees, uh, sometimes I’m curious about why you’re so excited. Would it be too much for me to ask you why you were so demanding this evening?”

“Is this an attempt to get to know me a little better? David?”

“Yes, Mistress. I do want to know you better, and I would love to call you Renee.”

Another huge smile. “Mistress will do for now, slave. But I was excited because I closed a deal with one of my father’s old business associates. He doesn’t do much anymore, and I never did get on with him well. But Jan started the deal, and she dealt with him on a very “old school” way, lots of yes sirs and never addressing him by his first name. She was out of town this morning, showing a property in Bourbon, when the seller called and said he would drop his price $15,000. When Jan had a moment she called Dad’s old friend. He told Jan he would have to look at his books. So, Jan told him if he had any questions to call me at the office because she was out of town.

“An hour later he called me and said the deal would be a go. So, I had to take letters of intent to the two parties and the deal was done. And I yes sir’ed and no sir’ed him until the ink was dry. I actually enjoyed my time with him. He is a lot mellower than I remembered.

“But, he is not going to pay you $50,000 for a house that is only worth $25,000. Very old school. And Jan figured him out. Good for her.” She arched her eyebrows at me. “Jan is very good at reading people. She has taught Angie and I a lot in that regard.

“So, he and I got on a lot better.” That mischievous smile again. “And that got me to thinking about taking liberties with you. Was there a complaint hiding in that question?”

I couldn’t help but to laugh a little. “Hardly, Mistress. Honestly, I just wanted to understand you better. That’s all. Could I ask you another question?”

“Aren’t you the nosy one tonight,” she said. Buit I could tell she wasn’t offended.

“I don’t mean to step where I shouldn’t. But I’m curious about your marriage. Did Arthur work outside the home? Have any hobbies? If this bothers you, just tell me. Mistress.”

“Are you wondering what a slave does with his life? Slave.” She smiled as she drug-out the word slave.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Arthur had a landscaping business. He was very active with that. He certainly never got a killer tan like you have these past few weeks. But all the guys in our group work at something. Harold is an accountant, Bill has an earth moving company, but I think you knew that. All of the guys that you meet tomorrow are employed, most of them are independent.” She leaned back in her chair. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”

Now I became flustered. “Uh, just, just wondering. You know…”

“No, I don’t know. Talk to me. David.”

She really gets to me when she calls my name. That happened at Three Springs. I took a deep breath and looked at her. “Wondering what life as your slave would be like. Mistress.”

“So, you’re not thinking about heading back to Colorado as soon as you get some clothes?”

“Ha! No, Mistress, that hasn’t been on my mind.”

“Maybe you have a simple case of Stockholm Syndrome. Slave.”

“Well. There are worse things, Mistress.”

“The day before I have to turn you back to Jennie, we’ll go to a restaurant for supper and have a long conversation. OK?”

“Yes Mistress. Sounds good.”

“Hold my hand.”

She reached across the table and I took her hand eagerly, covering it.

“Look at our hands. You still haven’t submitted to the Matriarchy. You are holding my hand like a protector, which is why you are in the predicament you are in. You tried to protect Jennie. A mistake. Even if she had been grateful to you. Slave.

“This is how you hold my hand.”

She flipped our hands, putting her hand in the dominant position. I looked at our hands, and I understood what she meant.

“I see what you mean, Mistress. It’s something I never thought of before.”

“We have plenty of time. I need to clean up. I want you to wash and dry my hair, slave.”

“Very good, Mistress.”

I drew her bath and washed her and her hair. I dried it with care. When I was done I blurted out, “You look good. Mistress.”

“Thank you. slave. Go get lathered up in your shower. I’m gonna shave you.”

That didn’t take long. When she was done she caged me again.

“I’ve enjoyed the conversation, David. Breakfast burritos at eight. Sleep well, slave.”

She kissed me on the lips and was gone. I stargazed in the chaise on the patio. That kiss kept me awake a long time.

“Come here,” she said after breakfast. “We’re having a few people over for steaks tonight. When we get home you will wear these chains and cuffs while you serve us.”

It was a chain that locked around my waist. Then chains on each side attached to cuffs on my wrists, but long enough to give me some movement of my hands. A longer chain at my back attached to a steel collar on my neck. When it was set to her liking she took it off and she fitted me with a rope chest harness. She bound my upper arms behind my back and then dropped down and secured my forearms together.

“This will be a comfortable rig for you. Now, it is a public event, so that will be a factor for you. Don’t look people in the eye, that is a thing that invites inspection and conversation. Since you’re new at this you will be more at ease with the people you’ve already met. OK? We are going to have a lot of fun today, slave.”

“I believe you, Mistress.”

“Good. Let’s go, slave.” She attached a leash to my collar and smiled as she gave me a tug.

I knew enough to walk slightly behind her. Gosh, her backside looked good. She wore another volley ball outfit with white sneakers that suited her so well. Good grief! I think she could talk me into anything. She opened the passenger door and I slid into the hot car.

She came around the vehicle and got in, fired it up and turned on the AC.

“Sorry, I should have started the car sooner. Now,” she laid a hand on my thigh to focus my attention, “I can hear the wheels in your head spinning. Tell me what’s going through your mind.”

“I was thinking that you could probably talk me into anything, Mistress.”

“Really?” She laughed at that. “Well, I’m honored, slave. I’ll keep that in mind. But, I’m very conventional. I’m not going to force you to suck a cock or anything like that. Arthur and I were always monogamous. But, I may require you to lick the feet of all of my friends today. We’ll see.”

The AC was cool, she put the can in drive and we left. When we hit the blacktop, I just had to tell her something.

“Mistress, I told you our first night that I wanted to be a good slave for you. I hope I’m doing well.”

Her hand came back to my thigh. “David. You have been a very good slave for me. I have no complaints against you.” She patted my leg, setting me at ease.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“You are welcome, slave.”

The freak-out came in the parking lot. My mouth went dry, my muscles went tight, I couldn’t speak. She could tell. I looked at all the people milling around, some dressed for the summer heat. There were a few dressed females with their slaves, but not all of them were naked. I felt her hand again. I looked at her, but no words came out.

“It’s always a heady experience, being nude in public for the first time. Just remember how well you did at the party, and also, I was so proud of you. And you will be an excellent companion for me today.”

She gave me that smile. I took a huge breath in and let it out slowly.

“Ready?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She exited the car and opened my door. I got out of the car reluctantly. But my desire to please Renee outweighed my nervousness. We crossed the parking lot and surveyed the clothing optional area. Angie saw us and called out to us. Bill was restrained as I was, but it was plain to see he was more at ease with it than I was. We walked by some booths and came upon Jan and Harold. We slowly walked and again I was fascinated at the dynamic of Renee, Angie, and Jan. These three, I thought, are remarkable. I really studied Harold and Bill that afternoon.

I could pick up by their conversation that they had lives also. Bill was adding more equipment to his enterprise. Harold had an office in Nashville that was growing. But their relationship to their wives was a bit different. I was envious. I might speak to Bill about his expansion soon. I was very good with a backhoe and small cranes.

Charlotte, who I had met in the park while licking Renee’s foot came to Jan and said that Jim would be unable to do his display time due to a sore shoulder.

“And Renee, your subbie still hasn’t flown off to Colorado.”

“No, Charlotte. He is still obligated to me for a few more days.”

“Well, maybe he could take Jim’s place at the suspension area. I’m sure he’d do it if you told him he must.”

Renee laughed and said she would think about it.

My nervousness was passing, so I asked Renee what was going on.

“Jim, who you met in the park, was supposed to hang by his wrists for a couple of hours isn’t able to do it. What do you think, slave? Would you like to be on display a couple of hours?”

We had walked by the area earlier. It seemed like a harmless idea, though I wasn’t sure about hanging by the wrists, and told Renee that. She showed me the straps that would hold me. They were designed to not put pressure on the nerves in the wrist.

There was no way I could tell her no. I wondered if she knew that.

“I’ll do it, Mistress.”

“Thank you, slave. It will help you get your mind right.”

I didn’t pursue that comment. She quickly had the restraint off of me and the wrist straps attached to a bar which an electric winch raised. With me about two feet off the ground, Renee then put leather straps on my ankles and spread them apart. That was it. Sort of an X position which wasn’t too uncomfortable.

“Very good, slave. Enjoy the humiliation. I’ll be right here if you need anything.”

It was kind of a public education for females not in the FLR life. Maybe. Maybe it was just a way to embarrass a willing slave. Whatever. Time passed slowly, but not unpleasantly. Once in a while some chick would take a photograph of me, which I had not counted on. Renee was one of them, which seemed OK. She likely had plenty of me on her cell phone. Then I thought of the video of me licking Jan and Angie’s feet. Good grief! That was an embarrassing thought. And arousing, in a way.

The police chief stopped by to visit Renee, who introduced us like it was another day in the park.

“What do you think of this life, David? I believe Renee has been pleased at your willingness to serve.”

“I, uh, have been, it’s been an education for me, Miss.” She was a striking looking brunette and her uniform did something for me. I willed myself not to get an erection. Renee could tell I was having difficulty and smiled at my discomfort.

“I believe your uniform is having an effect on him, chief.”

“Good. I better mingle. You guys have a good afternoon. It’s good to meet you, David.” She left, and looked good doing it.

“You handled that well, slave. How are your shoulders?”

“They are surprisingly comfortable. This hasn’t been as hard as I thought it would be, Mistress.”

“Good. Another forty minutes will do it for you, slave.”

Everything seemed OK. The police chief had been handled well, at four o’clock she would let me down and we would go home and I would prepare steaks for everyone. It was Saturday and who knew what may happen this evening. And there was a blast from the past walking toward me.

Judy Floyd was our high school classes “favorite girl.” A blonde, blue-eyed cheer leader, she excelled at everything. She stopped in front of me with a guy I didn’t know behind her.

“David Jones! I am so surprised to see you here!”

“And I am quite surprised also, Miss.”

“Miss! Miss! O, gollee!” She looked at Renee. “Are you his wife? I’m Judy Floyd! We went to high school together in Chillicothe.” She extended her hand and they shook.

“Pleased to meet you, Judy. I’m Renee Worthington. No, we’re not married, but I own David at the time. I purchased him at an auction.”

“He put himself up for auction! Really, David!” She touched Renee on the right forearm, in that familiar Judy Floyd manner. “Tell about it, Renee! O! This is Aaron Smith, my fiancée. He was too shy to strip off completely. Tell me about the auction, Renee!”

Wow. This was the same old Judy Floyd. Her speech, her mannerisms, her enthusiasm for life, all the same. Renee told her about the night she took possession of me as Jan, Angie, Bill, and Harold returned.

Judy laughed out loud and slapped her thigh when Renee told her that I was simply hoping to get lucky with the model the group had.

“You have a group? A Femdom group? Tell me about it!”

Renee filled her in. Judy hung on every word. Everyone was introduced to Judy and Aaron.

“I thought that this day was put together by more than one individual. It’s really nice! There is nothing like this in Chillicothe. I am so envious. See, Aaron! It’s a good thing we came down today. And you ought to strip! It’ll make David feel better.”

“I don’t know, Judy.”

“It really would make me feel better, Aaron,” I said.

“It’s a Femdom day, Aaron. Harold was always reluctant also. One night I handcuffed him to a tree in City Park. He never fought me after that,” Jan said.

“True story,” Harold said. “I was photographed so many times that night. I never argued with her again.”

“Come on, Aaron! Shuck those shorts!”

He reluctantly did and Jan volunteered to loan Judy a set of handcuffs. Judy accepted the cuffs.

Renee said, “I better get David down. He’s been up there two and a quarter hours.”

“O gosh, Renee! Can I take a picture of David before you take him down?”

“Sure. Go right ahead.”

She cuffed Aaron’s hands behind his back and pulled her cell phone out.

I really could have done without that. Judy lined up on me and took a couple of shots. Then she stepped back a couple of paces and took some more.

“Hey! Renee! Can I get a photo of both of you?”

“Why not?”

Renee stood beside me, with her right arm around my hips and her left hand on my thigh. Judy got her photo composed, but Jan and Angie also took pictures of us. Oh, gosh.

“Has David just been tanning since you took control of him, Renee?”

She laughed and said, “Yeah. That has been his job this past few weeks. Jennie took his clothes with her, so he’s been nude totally 24/7.”

“Oh, wow! I’m an avid gardener now and I do it nude! It is so liberating! Except the corn! I don’t step into the corn rows naked. Once was enough for me! But I enjoy having a tan without the lines.”

Renee laughed at the corn joke as she took me down. She loosened my ankles and brought me to ground with the winch.

“Go to your knees, slave.”

Judy took note of that command and my response. Renee loosed my wrists and handcuffed them behind my back.

“Good job, slave. Are you guys ready to go?”

“Yeah,” said Angie, “Let’s boogie.”

“Great. Judy, Aaron, we’re going to my house to grill steaks. You’re welcome to come along if you want.”

“Really? I’d like that. I’d like your insights on Femdom. But we need to get a hotel.”

“We have plenty of room, you can stay the night if you wish. I’m sure Angie, Jan, and myself can give you some pointers on establishing a female led marriage.” She turned to Aaron. “And Bill and Harold can help you to focus on embracing matriarchy.”

“David doesn’t have any insights on that,” Judy asked.

“I don’t know. He hasn’t been a slave for a month yet. Rather new, ya know?”

We headed for the cars. I was so nervous as Renee led me along, but she paid no attention. At home she told me to rinse off in the shower real quick and she would get two more steaks out for Judy and Aaron. I got out as quick as I could and she put the chains on me that she fitted earlier and she told me she started the coals, so I prepared the salad. When the coals were gray I put the frozen steaks on top and asked everyone how they wanted their meat cooked. Steaks and salad didn’t take long. Judy was full of questions and the girls filled her in on their lives. This was so strange, seeing Judy Floyd after all these years. Especially with my “big secret” out in the open.

We were eating before long. I refilled the wine glasses and stood beside Renee, who was answering Judy’s many questions. She had asked Renee if I was a “natural” slave. Renee said that she doubted it, but I had shown a willingness to learn, a willingness to obey.

“Make our guest feel welcome, slave. Get on your knees in front of her and lick her feet.”

Judy laughed and begged off. She had been wearing river sandals all day and her feet were filthy.

“He’ll be glad to wash them for you. Go, slave.”

For a moment I was frozen, not knowing what to do. How hard can it be to wash her feet went through my mind. I went to my bathroom and got two wash cloths wet with hot water and got a dry hand towel. I grabbed a pump bottle of Softsoap and a bottle of Skin So Soft and went back to Judy and knelt in front of her. With her sandals set aside, I lathered up a wet cloth and washed her feet thoroughly. After I dried them I began rubbing Skin So Soft into her feet.

Jan said, “Harold, he is on to something. Wash my feet and oil them.”

Angie directed Bill to do the same to her feet. Renee sat there, simply smiling. Judy was enjoying the foot rub with oil, and it dawned on her to have Aaron to wash Renee’s feet and lick them. This was new to Aaron, but he obeyed. He knelt in front of Renee and began washing them. I was really OK with serving Judy, but I would have preferred to be serving Renee.

When I had the oil worked into Judy’s feet, I kissed them several times and began licking them.

“Omigosh! Ohh! That wet tongue between the toes feels, oh gosh, Renee! That is erotic. And what a power trip.”

“It is. And it helps your slave stay grounded in the ability to serve. David bathed me and washed my hair last night, then dried it. When you have time for that it strengthens your ability to be the dominant one in your marriage.

“Now, Jan and Angie are involved with female led marriages, and I was, too. My husband died of pancreatic cancer two years ago. But all of us, the girls and the guys, were happy with that arrangement. But, we are monogamous, we don’t swing or anything like that.

“I don’t know what you hope to see in your marriage. Well, it’s clear you are probably the dominant partner. If this helps give you a vision, that’s great.”

It is tough to look at someone you know while you’re licking her feet. But I could see Renee watching me from time to time, so I forced myself to do it. Judy noticed that and commented on it.

“Eye contact is a huge part of this, isn’t it?’

“Yes. David submits to me, but I told him to service your feet. So right now, he is submissive to you. And he is doing a better job of making eye contact with you, though he is a bit red in the face.”

“Are you going to keep him when his indenture runs out?”

“We have to have a conversation about that on neutral ground. We’ll see. He may drive back to Colorado at a high rate of speed once he has his clothes back.”

“No!” Judy leaned forward and lightly slapped the top of my head. “You would be making a huge mistake, David! You better let her guide you!”

“Yes, Miss.”

All of the girls laughed at that.

Jan and Angie left with Bill and Harold about eleven. Judy and Aaron had a long drive the next day so Renee showed them their room.

I was surprised when Renee wanted to stay on the patio and look at the stars. She was still awake when I was about to drift off. Sleep was right there, but I sat up and asked if I could move my chaise next to hers. She agreed. When sleep was near I asked if I could hold her hand. She simply took my hand and I fell asleep looking at the big dipper.

Judy and Aaron had to leave early the next day. I made breakfast burritos and strong coffee to see them off. I overheard her tell Renee that she made Aaron eat a creampie last night and that she thought it was awesome. And she was surprised at how well he took it, even making her climax three times after he came in her.

“Good, Judy. Never be shy about making him clean you after he cums in you. And make him lick your asshole. It adds to your dominance.”

“Ha! I will! Thank you for everything.”

They hugged and were gone.

“Slave, you did a very good job last night. I was very proud of you. You did a good job with Judy’s feet and Aaron took notice.

“It’s almost noon. Let’s go to the tanning field awhile.”

She seemed to have something on her mind. We didn’t speak for an hour, then she stirred to roll onto her stomach. When she looked at me I said, “I’m still not planning your murder, Mistress.”

“Hmmm. Even after being forced to lick your old classmates’ feet, slave?”

“Well, it was a bit humiliating. But Judy is pleasant. And she seemed to pick up a lot from you, Mistress.”

“She wants to learn how to manage a FLR relationship. But she has the proper attitude. Aaron will fall under her spell easily enough.”

We fell into silence again. It bothered me so I asked if anything was wrong.

“No, slave. Judy has got me thinking about when I began down the dominant path. Arthur has been on my mind quite a bit. It’s OK. Don’t worry yourself over it.”

I started to say if I can help or some such gibberish but decided against it. If she feels the need to speak about it, she will. Silence reigned as the sun eased to the west. It was one of those afternoons where you could feel your skin turning brown. Renee turned to her side facing me. I looked at her and did not even think about what I was doing. I touched the fingers of her right hand. She immediately covered my hand with hers. I rotated my hand to the supporting position and leaned over to kiss her hand, which she accepted wordlessly. I looked in her eyes and had to quelch the urge to put an arm around her and kiss her. Submit, Jones.

“What goes through your mind when you’re out here alone, slave?”

“My mind is always filled with thoughts of you, Mistress. And I’m not exaggerating. These few weeks with you has been….uh….” I slowly drew in a deep breath. “Breathtaking. I may not be able to put it into words. Mistress.”

She smiled at me. “Don’t flatter me, slave. There have to be a few other thoughts pass through that brain of yours.”

“Yeah. When I was mad with frustration over you the other day I noticed your neighbor has a nice- looking pasture on the property. There’s a lake on it. It looks like a cattle operation could work there. I mean, it wouldn’t be anything that support you completely, but it could be a nice side hustle.

“I’d have to look the property over. All I’ve seen of it is from the property line fence, my idea may not pan out, Mistress.”

“It’s owned by the gentlemen that Jan and I sold to on Friday. Arthur wanted to purchase that land from him, and he was agreeable to sell. Arthur had permission to fish the lake and he often brought home bluegill for meals. I still have a photo of his personal best bass that came from that lake. It weighed nine pounds and ten ounces. He took the photo and released it

“The owner doesn’t hardly come up here from the city. His wife has died and his kids have no interest in country living. Arthur told me there was a cabin on the other side of the lake. It’s about four hundred acres, half wooded and half cleared and the entrance has gravel road access. He has the cleared part in the CRT program, so it hasn’t been planted in years.

“Arthur has told him we were interested in buying the property. But right after that conversation we found out that Arthur had cancer, already advanced. We never moved forward on the deal.”

She drew a deep breath and sighed. “It’s getting late, slave. Let’s go.”

Renee didn’t even get dressed. We got in the side by side and popped another beer.

“So, you’re interested in cattle, slave?”

“Well, Mistress, I’ve worked with them in Colorado on the side. In the past couple of years, I’ve learned quite a bit about them. It’s always good for a construction worker to have a side hustle going, ya know?”

We sipped the beer, and it occurred to me that she had never asked about my interests before.

“Why do you ask, Mistress?”

“Well, slave, maybe I just want to know you a little better.”

She reached over and pinched my nipple. Hard. My cock strained against the cage.

“Hmmm. Did I just trigger you, slave?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Very, good. A triggered slave is worth his weight in gold.”

She put her beer between her thighs, started the side by side and drove us to the house. She had me prepare a frozen pizza and a couple of small salads while she showered.

Conversation flowed easily while we ate. I tried to be funny, and she seemed to appreciate it. Her laughter was genuine.

I cleaned the table and washed the dishes and took a shower on her command. When I got out of the bathroom she was standing in the kitchen dressed in shorts, a tank top, and flip flops.

“Let’s take a walk, slave.”

“Yes, Mistress.” No need to ask where we were going. Submit, no questions. That was please her, surely. It was hard to not look at here as we walked down the road from the house, but she seemed to pay me no mind. The day was going into dusk, slightly cooling. She stopped and watched several squirrels playing for a few minutes, then she turned to me and nodded.

We went down the road to the building she called “the dungeon.” We stepped into air-conditioned comfort through the small door.

“I’m in a mood, slave. Get on the bed.”

“What kind of mood are we talking about, Mistress?”

“Kind of a rough mood, slave.”

She was smiling as I obeyed. She tied my wrists to the headboard then went to my left ankle which she grabbed and pulled me sharply to the foot of the bed. She then pulled the other ankle, and me, down to the bottom and tied them off. Not much wiggle room.

The shorts and tank top came off, no underwear to bother with. She unlocked my cock cage and tossed it aside. Now she bit her way over my legs and stomach, lightly, on up my chest and neck, till she came to my left ear and plunged her wet tongue in it. I moaned over the magic of the buildup, desperate to touch her. She looked at me and gave me a light kiss on the lips. More frustration, I longed for a long, lingering kiss. She knows how to play you, went through my mind. I was so worked up!

She bit down hard on my nipples, my hard-on was almost painful. She was enjoying herself, she lightly ran her fingertips over my cock.

“Oohhh. That pecker is hard! Wow!” She put her mouth near my ear and whispered. “Maybe you better get me ready to take it in.”

She sat on my face and began a slow grind. Her musky scent filled my nose, I inhaled deeply and looked at her face, but her head was rolled back. Her moan started low.

“Oh, yeah….uummm…yeah…oh yeah.”

Her grind intensified. I tried to contact her clit more but now she was fucking my face.

“Come on, baby!”

She called me baby! She came to a halt and pulled my head into her and I sucked her clit and she quivered hard and it was so wonderful. My face was so wet. It seemed like I read her well. The feeling of her orgasm was so hot!

She was leaning over me, with her pussy just away from me. I could barely touch her lips with my tongue.

“Uummm…easy slave. That orgasm was intense. I just need a moment.”

After a few minutes she got up and made eye contact. Her left knee was on the bed, her right foot was, too, at a ninety-degree angle. She set herself so my nose was inside her and she slowly came down, once, twice, again. She laughed softly.

“Does it bother you when I toy with you like that, slave,” she asked as she sat down.

“No, Mistress. You are so uninhibited. I always enjoy time in bed with you.”

“Good answer, slave.” She ran fingertips over my chest and sighed a little. She looked in my eyes and said, “I bet you would really like to cum, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes! Please, Mistress!”

“You will. Just bear with me, slave. First, you have to take care of me again.”

Her sex was just out of my reach. She turned around and sat on me Femdom style.

“Easy, slave.”

She was on my mouth again. Her butt cheeks spread to allow my nose room. She was magical. Again. I ate her so slow, so easy. It took a long time to get her worked up again, but I didn’t mind. Sometimes she would lean forward to get more clit stimulation. A gentle rolling action happened with her hips as she warmed up again. I felt like I was on fire. She moaned and leaned back, making my respiration difficult. The rolling of her hips picked up tempo. Then the rolling stopped and she ground her clit on my mouth. I tried to capture her clit and suck it, which made her lean over. She cried out, collapsed on me and her legs were rigid a few moments as she came on my mouth. Her legs went rigid twice more. It was glorious. I couldn’t reach her anymore, so I rested with a killer hard-on.

We may have fallen asleep. But I stirred when she ran her fingernails over my cock.

“Look at this, slave. I think you’ve been hard for forty minutes.” She made eye contact and said, “You’ve made me cum five times. Let’s let you have one. Whattaya say?”

“As you wish, Mistress.”

“As I wish? That may be a dangerous thing to say.” She gripped my cock and slowly masturbated me.

“A woman that knows what she is doing may have some fun with you on that.” She gripped me a little tighter. “I bet I can read your body pretty well. Wanna see? Hmmm?”

She had speeded up her rhythm on my cock while looking me in the eyes. I couldn’t speak. Only groans came out of my throat. It was so far off. Or so near.

Oohhh! Mistress! Oh, that’s good!”

She was going now, really about to make me cum. It was building! She was holding my cock more loosely. Oh! Too loose!

“Oohhh, please!”

She released me. The build-up stopped. I was rigid as the orgasm failed to happen. Kinda failed to happen.

“Oh, yeah. Look at that! One spurt. Well, not a spurt. Just a ball of cum that came up slowly. Here’s another! Don’t you wanna see? You look really frustrated! Just keep trying, there you go! Yes! Another ball of cum on your belly. Wow! If I had not of stopped, I’ll bet you would have hit the wall with that orgasm. Oh, come on, slave, look at me.”

This was new territory for me. No one had ever done this to me before. I opened my eyes and looked at her, my tormentor. She smiled at me as she stroked one last wad of cum out of me.

“That was truly impressive, slave. An honest ruined orgasm. I am so proud of myself. I read you like a book. Now, if you want a true orgasm, first you have to eat this one. And I know you don’t want to disappoint your Mistress.”

I was doomed and I knew it. Submit, David.

“No, Mistress. I don’t want you to be disappointed.”

I met her gaze with no defiance. Gollee! She had me spreadeagled, helpless. She sat beside me, with one leg over my legs. She was always so uninhibited in bed, so natural. She stoked my cock one more time, caught the cum on her fingers and brought it to my lips.

“Lick that cum off my finger, slave.”

I did it with no hesitation at all, and I looked in her eyes while I did it.

“Excellent eye contact there, slave.”

She wiped up the cum on my belly.

“Suck it off my fingers, slave.”

I did. That time and two more. I didn’t feel any embarrassment at all. I felt totally relaxed with my submission.

“Very good, slave. You are learning to be a proper submissive.”

She laid across me and kissed me. She probed my mouth with her tongue, and I welcomed it. It was a long, intimate kiss. And I don’t believe my cock ever became soft. When she broke the kiss off, she looked in my eyes and lightly gripped my balls. I just met her gaze.

“I like the look on your face, slave. You make me think of a man that is ready to let his submissive side come out.”

“Maybe it takes a good dominant to bring that out, Mistress.”

“Ha! Big compliments from a guy that has just suffered through a ruined orgasm. I like that, slave.”

I made a kissing motion with my lips and she leaned over and kissed me again. An aggressive, deep, wet kiss. She held onto my balls and I had never felt so alive. Damn! I wanted her to own me!

We were both ready, but she took her time. She sat on my chest and leaned back with her hands and feet on the bed and her pussy before me. I matched her pace, slowly licking her sex, savoring the taste, the smell, her moans. All of it. I could see her face, beautiful in sexual desire. Sexual dominance.

“Oh, yeah, just like that, slave.”

I was getting to the point that I could read her body, too. The little grind started, then the push as she sat up and ground down on me and clutched my head, now with her legs folded. I sucked and she quivered and her secretion covered my face. The feel of a woman quivering on you is so delightful. I tried to keep going, but she pulled away. She leaned forward and her gasping respirations were just above my ears. I kissed her thighs and waited for her to recover.

“Oh,” she said with a long sigh. “That was wonderful, slave.”

She moved off my face and kissed me.

“Uummm. You taste like me,” she whispered. “You’ve been a good sport this weekend. Let’s see about getting your rocks off. Does that sound good, slave?”

“Yes, Mistress, that sounds great!”

She mounted me and rode me, looking down at me. I watched her watching me and was under her spell, again. It was slow and steady lovemaking. As we went on her breathing was more labored. She stopped and got both feet on the bed.

“Watch this, slave.”

She fucked me now. Her bottom came up and down while she held on to my shoulders. It was fast, and all there for me to see. Not the kind of sight that makes you last for long. Good grief! It was building again, and she wasn’t toying with me this time. I came and came, lunging with the release into her.

“That’s my good boy,” she whispered. She lay on top of me, still holding me in her. I tried to kiss her, but I was exhausted with the orgasm. I felt her breathing become slow and rhythmic when she lay on top of me.

After a few minutes she stirred.

“It will take you a long time to clean me, slave.”

She rose and sat on my face again.

“Easy now, slave. Make me glad I own you.”

I cleaned her gently. I tongued her out, swallowed so much of us. An orgasm rocked her again and she rolled onto her back. After a while she got up to use the bathroom.

“Mistress,” I said when she returned, “I would really like to use the facilities.”

“You’ve been spreadeagled almost seven hours. That’s a reasonable request, slave.”

She released me and I heard the large garage door open when I was in the bathroom. The lights were

out when I got back to bed and there were a million stars dancing around a full moon. Renee was lying on her back looking at the heavens through hooded eyes. I lay on my side and looked at her.

“What’s on your mind, slave?”

“I wanna hold you tight, Mistress.”

“Do you want a hug, slave?”

“Yes, Mistress. But I don’t mean to push you. Or offend you.”

“No offense is taken, slave. Come here.”

It was a proper embrace, warm and restful. I propped myself up on her elbows and gazed in her eyes. I stroked her cheek with my hand.

“Could I tell you something, Mistress.”

“It’s a pleasant moment, slave. We have a dinner date in eight days to have a deep conversation and make a decision. Let’s not rush anything.” She sat up and held the back of my neck. “Let’s enjoy the trip to where we’re going.”

“Agreed, Mistress.”

She laid down, took my hand in hers and we watched the stars. I thought she had fallen asleep when I saw a meteor flash across the sky on its way to earth.

“Did you see that, slave?”

“The meteor, Mistress? Yeah. Beautiful wasn’t it?”

“It’s an omen. You’re gonna be my slave, David.”

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