Swallow Ch. 02

swallow Ch. 02 – swallow ‘s Visit

(c) 1997 LordFalco

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I set down the report down on my desk, leaned back in my chair, and reached over to my side to casually stroke my swallow‘s breast.

“Come up to visit my farm,” I told her, as she knelt obediently by the side of my chair, naked as day she was born, while I was finishing my office work. It was Friday night, past 11 p.m., and the offices were empty except for us. Since our first encounter several weeks ago, she subsequently spent her Friday evenings with me. Alone. Kneeling naked by my desk. Chatting in real-life as Dom and sub instead of doing it on-line. Learning about each other.

“Tonight, my Lord?” she asked.

I laughed, stroking my hands through her red hair. “No, not tonight. Tomorrow. Drive out to my farm and I’ll show you around.”

She smiled even as her face remained lowered. “It would be a pleasure, my Lord.”

“When you do come up though, my little one, I want you to park by the willow. You will get out, and disrobe completely, like you are now. And then, you will walk into the barn, kneel facing the back door, and wait for me. Can you remember?”

“Yes, my Lord. I will remember as you order.”

I delicately tweaked a perky nipple, stroking it with my thumb before returning to my work.

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As I was just finished putting the pair of leather wrist cuffs into the carry-bag, I heard her car drive slowly up the gravel road, parking beneath the big willow beside the barn. She was dressed in a simple yellow summer dress that fell to her knees. She looked around. There was no one to greet her.

She took a step towards the house, looking at the windows, hoping to see me. But I knew that she could not, while I could observe her every move. She stopped, and turned back to her car. Taking a final look around, she lifted her dress over her, letting the summer sun wash its glorious golden rays upon her luscious body. Underneath, she wore white satin bra and a thong, both of which followed the dress. She stepped out of her sandals and, along with her clothes, stored them in her car. Then, walking carefully, she slowly made her way across the yard to the barn.

I finished my tasks, picked up the carry-bag, and walked towards the barn. She was kneeling, of course, eyes down. But a number of the barn kittens had found this strange female human kneeling motionless, and took it upon themselves to investigate. I nearly burst out in laughter as one playfully climbed onto her lap only to tumble down between her legs. Another jumped playfully at the blue butterfly tattoo that sat just behind her left hip.

They scattered when they heard me enter. Her back tensed. I took slow measured strides towards her, the sound of my leather boots on the floor echoing in the cavernous barn. I could tell swallow was fighting hard against her instincts to turn around. I stopped behind her. Her breathing was shallow and quick. She was scared. She certainly didn’t know who exactly to expect, even though I had invited her over. Dropping to one knee, I reached around, and tenderly cupped a breast. My other hand slipped down between her legs. My greetings.

“Hello, my little swallow.”

The tension inside her small frame released in the loud rush of a gasp. “My Lord!” she cried.

I smiled, and tenderly kissed her shoulder before standing again. Walking around her, I noticed she steadfastly kept her eyes downcast, even with the new surroundings around her. “Do you like my farm, swallow?”

“What I’ve seen so far, my Lord, is beautiful. But how do you find time?”

“During the week, the neighbours keep an eye on things. But I have the weekends to myself,” I answered.

I dropped the carry-bag at my feet. The metal loops inside gave a clatter. Her eyes darted up, quickly, and just as quickly focused down again. “How long have we been Dom and sub, my little one?”

“Three Fridays ago, my Lord. Three Fridays from yesterday that you caught me,” was her answer. I smiled, reminiscing the wonderful evening.

“And yet, you still kneel as an unadorned sub: no collar, no cuffs. That situation, at least partly, we will remedy today.” From the bag, I shook out the two pairs of cuffs, one set for her wrists and one set for her ankles. Each cuff was a 2-inch strip of black dyed cowhide. A second belted piece with a buckle was tacked over it. A stainless steel D-ring hoop completed the cuff. With a clip, or a length of leather strap, the cuffs could quickly and easily be bound together.

“Present your wrists, palms up.” I ordered. She did as she was asked. I wrapped the cuffs firmly over those dainty wrists, tightening the strap until the cuffs could not move. “Does that feel comfortable?”

“Yes, my Lord.”

I picked up the ankle cuffs, and moved behind her. “Lean forward, elbows to the ground, and raise your ass up.” Again, she complied, offering me a delectable view of her feminine charms. I was sorely tempted to dive into that temple of love which I had paid homage at the night before. But work before pleasure, I told myself.

The cuffs wrapped around her ankles equally well. I was pleased and reminded myself to send a note of thanks to the leathermaker to made them for me. Taking a last longing look at her charms, I patted her rump, and she sat up in her familiar kneeling position again. “My Lord, you are too kind to this sub,” she sighed. I could see a smile on her face.

I looked her over, her pale white skin contrasted against the black leather cuffs. “But it is too soon for a collar on you, little swallow. A collar will be something you will have to earn.”

She nodded vigorously. “I will try hard, my Lord. One day, I will proudly wear your collar.”

Such a drive for excellence. And just a touch of arrogance. “I am sure you will,” I smiled. And I’ll take great pleasure in bringing you there, I thought to myself. “You may look up.”

She did so, taking in the barn. Along the left wall were four horse stalls. Along the right side hung the riding gear: saddles, girths, lassos, bit and bridles, feeding bags and other farm and riding implements. But her eyes lingered on the riding crops, and widened at the bullwhip.

“Do you use those?”

I laughed. “Perhaps you’ll feel the crops, my little one. But the bullwhips are for show only.”

She looked around at the empty stalls. “You don’t own horses yet, my Lord?”

“You may not have seen them when you came. I usually don’t keep them inside on gorgeous days like today. They’re out in the back corral. A stallion and two mares.” I answered as I walked to the right wall. I untied a rope which looped up to a pulley in a crossbeam above us. I let the other end lower down. She watched me, wondering. “Stand up, and show me your wrists.”

She scrambled to obey. I looped the end of the rope through the pair of D-rings on her wrist cuffs, and proceeded to firmly bind her wrists together in a rope noose. She caught on to what I wanted. “Will the rope hold me, My Lord?”

“If it can winch up a pallet of feed, it can hold you,” I grinned. I tugged the other end of the rope, and her arms were pulled up over her head. I pulled further, and her feet were raised. I continued until her toes just left the floor. I tied the rope around a post and walked up to her. “Are you comfortable?”

“Yes, my Lord.”

I checked her hands and arms. The rope did not cut off circulation since the wrist cuffs bore most of the weight. I looked at her and reached forward, taking a soft firm breast in each hand. I leaned down and took one rosy brown nipple into my mouth, sucking hard to create a tight vacuum. She responded with a smile of pleasure as the nipple hardened to a fleshy knob in my mouth. I playfully nipped it between my lips.

Pushing gently, I sent her in a gentle sway. She struggled a bit, her toes waving under her in a futile attempt at touching ground. I laughed, and caught her in a hug. I nuzzled deep into the nape of her neck, tugging at her ears with my lips, kissing her neck and shoulders, and flicking my tongue delicately into the tangy velvet of skin under her arms. Her eyes closed as a sigh escaped her lips. The scent of her filled my senses. And I held her close, taking deep breathes.

I smiled, and moved back to the rope. I proceeded to pull her up three feet before stopping again.

“My Lord, what are you planning for me?” she asked, eyes wide and unsure of things from her position.

I grinned. I couldn’t let her lovely temple of Venus rise any higher without paying my respects, could I? She understood as well as I parted her thighs, bending forward to nuzzle and inhale her wonderful musky scents. My tongue flicked at her, hoping to tease out her clit. She squirmed. I gently parted the petals of her lips and nibbled my way into her heat.

“Mmmmm!” she moaned, draping her legs over my shoulders, her feet encouraging me to move closer against her. I reached around and found firm handfuls of ass with which I pulled her to my mouth.

“My Lord! Ohhhh!” came her cry.

Her eyes were closed. Suckling her with a few more nibbles of my tongue, I stopped and stepped back. Her eyes snapped open.

“My Lord? Please…!”

I moved back to the rope. “All in good time, my love. We shouldn’t tire you out before the day has even started.”

I pulled her further up until her toes reached my shoulders. Walking under her and looking up, the sight was certainly interesting. I smiled, leaned over to place a kiss on the top of her foot as I tickled her sole, and proceeded to walk out of the barn.

“My Lord?”

I turned to her, and placed a finger over my lips. Outside the barn, I walked to the corral. My beautiful Arabian stallion raced over with a happy snort and I vigorously rubbed his neck. His red-brown coat glistened like fine velvet under the sun. Bit, bridle, and reins on, but with only a simple rope girdle and stirrup, I mounted the horse and rode it leisurely back into the barn.

Again I was face level with her lovely temple. “Little swallow, meet my horse, Lollipop.”

She tittered. “Lollipop?”

“Yeah. When I first bought him, neighbour’s 5 year daughter came by to see the horse. She was sucking a lollipop. Before you know it, horse here leans down and munches the lollipop out of her hands. The name stuck. He knows what’s good to eat.” Lollipop took that opportunity to snort and stamp. “And it looks like he agrees with me about you.”