The Barn

I sat on an old leather couch at the far end of the barn as the young woman opened the door and stepped in. She was in her late teens or early twenties, was quite short, had dark long curly hair, a prominent nose and dark green eyes.

She looked around the barn before turning her attention to me. “Master Skinny?” she asked nervously. She had a slight north American accent.

She had used my nickname from the online forum where we had met so I decided to follow her lead. “Yes,” I replied, “and you must be Kinky girl 2004?”

She gave me a small, relieved smile, nodded her head, took a few tentative steps towards me and began to undress.

I smiled to myself. I’d given her very specific instructions on what she should wear for our first meeting so was pleased to see she’d followed them precisely. This was a good start.

She slipped off her white shirt, carefully folded it and placed it on the table next to her. After unclipping her bra, she slipped the straps off her shoulders, then hesitantly pulled the bra down and placed it on the table next to the shirt. She made no attempt to cover her breasts, which were nicely shaped, not overly large with dark pink nipples and showed all the perkiness of youth.

She then lent down and began to untie her trainers before she slipped them and her socks off her feet. She then unbuttoned her denim shorts and after undoing the zipper she slipped her hands inside the waistband, but before she could begin to push the shorts down over her hips I said, “Stop! Turn around, then take them off.”

She turned around slowly, then began to wiggle the shorts down over her hips. As she pushed them down she revealed a pair of white cotton panties. When the shorts where about halfway down over her bum she looked at me over her shoulder.

“Keep going,” I said.

She eased her shorts further down over her backside until gravity kicked in and they slid down her legs to her feet. She continued looking at me over her shoulder.

“Pick up your shorts and put them on the table.”

She stepped out of her shorts and keeping her legs straight she bent forward at the waist to pick up the shorts. As she did so I saw the outline of her panty covered pussy nestled between her ass cheeks. My cock twitched a little in my trousers in response. Once she’d picked up the shorts she placed them on the table.

“Turn around and come here,” I said.

She turned around and took a couple of steps towards me before she knelt in front of me her legs slightly apart, her hands on her thighs, palms turned upwards. She lowered her head to look at my feet.

“I am here to please you Sir,” she said.

“I am pleased to hear that.”

She looked at me, her eyes wide with anticipation. She had told me what she looked like, but I had never seen a picture of her, therefore I was pleasantly surprised with what I saw. She was pretty in a ‘girl next door’ sort of way but as she knelt topless in front of me her vulnerability made her look stunningly beautiful.

I smiled at her and picked up the black leather collar I had made especially for her from the couch next to me and stood up. “Are you ready to be collared?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Do you understand and accept what that means? That as long as we are in this barn I own you completely. That I am free to do what I want to you? If you have any doubts now is the time to tell me because once I place this collar on you, you’re mine.” I emphasised the word ‘mine’.

“I understand and accept what the collar means Sir. I am here to please you.”

“Good. You told me you wanted ‘orange’ as your safe word, is that right?”

“Yes Sir”

“Ok. Lift your hair away from your neck.”

As she lifted up her hair, I leant down and placed the collar round her neck, then reached behind her and secured it. As she let go of her hair I noticed she briefly dragged her fingertips over the collar before she returned her hands to her thighs.

Once she had settled her hands, I said “From now onwards you call me Master, is that clear?” As I said this I reached down and brush my thumbs over her nipples, then tweaked them gently.

She bit her lip and sighed. “Oh… Yes Sir… opps I mean Master.”

“I’ll let that mistake go this time. Next time I won’t be so generous.” To emphasis the point I pinched her nipples harder.

“Urgh…”

I pinched and pulled at her nipples for few seconds, feeling them go hard, before I gave them one last long pull and released them.

“Inspection slave,” I said.

Immediately I said this she stood up, and placed her hands behind her head, her feet shoulder width apart. She looked straight ahead, her eyes focussing on the back wall of the barn. Along with the instructions on what she should wear I had also told her to memorise a number of slave positions. ‘Inspection’ was one of them and I was pleased she had instantly known what I meant when I said it.

I slowly walked around her, admiring her body. Her tummy, legs and arms were well toned, and I could see the faint outline of the muscles under her skin. I could tell she worked out.

“You said on the forum you do martial arts. Do you also go to the gym slave?”

“No Master I don’t go to the gym. Just martial arts, and some running and dancing to keep fit.”

“I’ll remember that. Perhaps I’ll have you dance for me later.”

I noted her now rigid dark pink nipples against her pale skin and the way her hips flared out nicely from her waist. I walked behind her and pushed her hair to one side so I could see her shoulders and all of her back. I admired the curve of her spine as it ran down from the nape of her neck to the small of her back, where she had two small sacral dimples. Her backside was round and firm looking. “You are a very attractive young woman,” I said.

“Thank you Master.”

I continued to walk round her as I considered what I should do with her first. As this was our first meeting I wasn’t sure where her boundaries lay so I decided to take things slowly to begin with. Above the young woman’s head hanging from one of the roof joists, was a block and tackle with an iron hook and that gave me an idea.

I walked back to the couch and picked up a length of rope.

I held the rope out in from of me. “Give me your hands.”

She offered her hands towards me, and I began to twist the rope around her wrists, and then looped it back and forth between them, making sure I left enough space between her wrists to allow for the block and tackle’s hook. Once I thought I had her wrists securely bound I tied the rope off. I gave the rope a couple of quick tugs to check it was securely fastened.

I then walked to the far end of the barn where the rope for the block and tackle was wound round a small wooden post attached to the wall. I unwound it and then released enough rope, so the hook was lowered down until it was just above her head. I then returned to her and rather than asking her to lift her arms I simply took hold of her wrists, lifted them above her head and slid the rope between her wrists onto the hook.

I returned to the rope for the block and tackle and started to pull on it. Slowly the hook began to rise along with the woman’s arms. Her arms rose above her head and then, as I pulled some more, her whole body straightened, and she was slowly lifted up. I watched as she was raised up until the only thing touching the floor were her toes. At this point I stopped and wound the rope round the post to hold her in place.

I then walked around behind her and reached up with my left hand and pushed her hair to one side. I then dragged the index finger of my right hand down the line of her spine from her neck until it reached the small of her back. I then slipped my whole hand inside her panties and took hold of her ass cheek. I rubbed it gently for a few seconds before giving it a soft squeeze. I heard her give a small gasp, so I squeezed harder, my fingertips digging into her flesh. I then slid my hand to the other cheek and rubbed and squeezed this cheek just like the other, before I slipped my hand out of her underwear and gave her backside a playful smack.

“You have a fine backside slave.”

“Thank you Master.”

I then reached around her and slid my hands across her belly. I felt her skin was smooth, soft and warm as I slowly moved my hands down over her tummy towards her panties, and when I found the edge I ran my fingers back and forth along the waistband before I worked the tips of my fingers inside. I didn’t push too far down with my fingers. I just worked them from side to side for a few seconds before I withdrew them and dragged them up over her tummy until I could run them across her ribcage just under her breasts.

I let my fingertips tease her for a few seconds before I pulled my hands away from her and walked round to stand in front of her.

I smiled at her, reached out with my hands and after intentionally hesitating for a split second I took hold of her breasts, my fingers squeezing them softly as I gently brushed my thumbs across the tips of her hard nipples. I continued to brush my thumbs back and forth for a moment, before I took hold of her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers and pinched them.

“Ahhh,” she moaned.

“You like having your nipples played with don’t you slave?”

“Yes Master”

I then squeezed as hard as I could while twisting her nipples. She gasped and tensed her body. “Oww!”

“Does that hurt slave?”

“Yes Master. My nipples are very sensitive.”

I gave her a wicked grin. “That’s good to know.”

After a few seconds I released her nipples, placed my hands over her breasts and gently rubbed them, my thumbs and fingers dragging softly across her nipples. I felt her relax, the tension easing out of her.

Now she was relaxed again, I pinched and twisted her nipples some more. She moaned with every twist.

Finally I released her nipples, leant forward and gently kissed her right nipple, before sucking it into my mouth, flicking the tip with my tongue then taking it between my teeth and biting it gently. As I did this I could hear her continue to moan softly. I rolled her nipple between my teeth as I pinched her other nipple with my thumb and fingers. I sucked and bit her nipple, enjoying the effect it was having on her. Every now and then I’d pull my lips off her nipple a little and take a deep breath, drawing cold air over it. She responded with a gasp or moaning a little louder and she would arch her back as best she could.