The Barn

When I opened my eyes she was still looking up at me, my cock deep inside her mouth. She had stopped sucking, but I could feel her tongue gently working around the shaft and head. I took a couple of deep breaths and released my hands from her hair, then eased my cock out of her mouth. As I did this she gave one final small suck so there was a small popping sound when the head left her lips.

She rested back on her heels and gave me a small smile.

I smiled back at her. “Now that slave, was very good. Once again I am very pleased with you.”

Her smile widened and she gave me a satisfied grin. “Thank you Master. I am happy I pleased you.” She hesitated for a second and then added, “and thank you Master, for allowing me to suck your cock and swallow your cum.”

I had expected to have to tell her to thank me for allowing her to suck my cock so when she said this I stifled a small laugh and grinned at her. “Very good slave. You’re a quick learner.”

“Thank you Master.” She straightened her back a little, pushed her shoulders back and I could see she looked extremely pleased with herself. I was happy for her too.

“Now stay there for a moment while I clean up.”

“Yes Master.”

After I had cleaned up I returned to her, leant down and gave her small kiss on the forehead before I went behind her, unlocked the handcuffs and took hold of her hand.

“Stand up,” I said.

She gingerly stood up and briefly shook her legs to get the blood flowing in them again. After she had done this I took the ball from her hand and placed it on the table, then led her to the couch.

I sat down, leaving her standing in front of me. I patted my lap. “Sit down.”

She paused for a second. I patted my lap again and she sat down her legs together and her right arm draped over my shoulder. I placed my left hand on her lower back and my right hand on her thighs. We sat there in silence for a minute or so, my left hand gently rubbing her lower back and bum, my right hand stroking her thigh.

Finally I said, “I think you’ll need some bruise cream for your breasts, to help them heal.”

“Yes Master, I have some at home in Canada, but none here. I’ll pick some up later.”

I gently patted her thigh. “Luckily your Master thinks of everything and has some here.” I opened the suitcase and took out a tube of arnica cream. The only picture she had posted on the forum was of her bruised thigh after one of her martial arts sessions. It had gained a lot of comments, some not very complimentary, some downright offensive, and she had quickly taken it down, but I remembered when she posted it she said she would need to use arnica cream to help with the bruising. Therefore I had taken the precaution of bringing some with me.

I undid the tube of cream and squeezed a small amount onto the palm of my right hand. I then began to gently massage this into her sore breasts. She winced a little as I did this, so I resisted the temptation to tweak her nipples.

When I had finished rubbing the cream into her breasts I gave her the tube. “You can take that with you when you leave. I think we’ve done enough for today slave.”

“As you wish Master.” Her voice had a hint of sadness in it.

“Do you want to meet again?”

She nodded her head. “Yes Master.”

“That’s good because I would like to see you again too. We can talk about that later. Now, I have some things I need to do here before I leave so it’s time for me to dismiss you. Collaring.” Immediately I said this she got off my lap and knelt down on the floor between my legs and lifted her hair. I leant down and unbuckled her collar and slid it round and off her neck. She instinctively rubbed her neck a little and then dropped her hands to her thighs.

“I’ll keep the collar for now,” I said, “but, perhaps if this becomes a regular thing I’ll let you keep it.”

“As you wish Master.” Her voice brighter than moments earlier.

When I looked at her I noted she looked different from the first time she had knelt in front of me. Her back was straighter, her shoulders further back and she held her head up even though her eyes still looked down at the floor. She didn’t look like the same apprehensive young woman that had walked towards me earlier that afternoon. She appeared to be filled with self-confidence. Seeing her like this made me extremely happy.

“You can go now. You are dismissed.”

“Thank you Master,” she said as she stood up.

“You don’t need to call me Master now. You don’t have the collar on. Sir will do.”

“If it’s ok with you, I’d still like to call you Master.”

I smiled, “I’d like that. That would be nice.”

“Thank you Master.” She answered with a grin.

She got dressed in silence as I packed up the stuff from the table and returned them to the suitcase. I noted with a small smile that she didn’t put her bra on. Once she was dressed she walked towards the door of the barn. As she got to the door she stopped and turned towards me and bowed her head. “Thank you for spending time with me this afternoon Master. Your slave had a good time.” She then turned and stepped out of the door before I had a chance to reply.