Day in the Country · Part 1

Day in the Country · Part 1 (1/2)
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I should have been forewarned. That phone call she made was not ominous nor unusual. I could hear the smile in her voice as she asked me to be ready for 10 o'clock and that we were going for a drive into the country. She went on to tell me to shave carefully. OK, I thought as she hung up.

Shave carefully? Hmmm. I did go shave again as I had already finished my morning shower etc. The razor was used deliberately slowly being careful to scrape each bit of shaving cream from my face. I was puzzled by her request but happily complied with her wishes. Fresh aftershave, her favourite, and a careful comb ensured I looked as good as I could for her.

Promptly at 10 we met at our usual place, a nice cafe where we start the day together. I had long since learned not to be late for any reason. She had little tolerance for tardiness. I recalled with a grimace a time I was 20 minutes late. I felt the strokes of the cane that morning and bore the reminders for over a week. I was not about to be late again.

She pulled up in her van and motioned me over. I walked over and got into the passenger side and gave her her morning kiss. The first was tentative and hurried. The next was slow, deliberate and meant to wet the appetite for the day's adventures, what ever they were.

"Good morning! My Pet" she said. This was a nick I had come to love for only she used it and to me it symbolized the strength of our relationship, and also served to remind me of my place. She was the Domme, and I was hers. She kept me locked for long periods while she enjoyed my attention. I was hers to give her pleasure. I knew my pleasure was of no consequence. In fact, she seemed to relish my continual frustration and delighted in having me very aroused but so confined in my belt that it became a time of discomfort for me.

The Neosteel belt was secure. I had tried everything to get a little satisfaction. I squirted water! I pulled the belt this way and that. I even rubbed up against the dryer while it was running hoping the vibration would provide some relief. Nothing would satisfy but only served to heighten my sense of helplessness and utter dependency on her whims.

From time to time she would install an estim device to give me a shock every time I started to become aroused. One electrode was at the bottom of the tube while the other was part of a butt plug. She set it a level that I was not happy with as the shocks were painful but not harmful. As I became aroused my penis would swell touching the electrode. Then she would do everything in her power to get me going. She snickered everytime I was jolted. She loved watching me do everything I could to not get excited. But I was hers to command. She used this only from time to time as she wanted to keep this torment fresh and exciting for her.

"Take off your shirt! And put your hands behind your back" This was a command. I unbuttoned my shirt as she requested and put my hand behind my back. She placed leather cuffs at my wrists and above my elbows. Then she locked my wrists to to my elbows. Left wrist to right elbow. Right wrist to left elbow. Then I settled back into the chair. She than put the seat belt on me. I was now trapped.

"Pants off! And your underwear!" I raised my butt as far as I could while she undid my belt and and unbuttoned my pants. She pulled them down with an assertive ease that I had come to know. Soon I was trapped in the van, naked except for the Neo that I wore constantly, and the runners she told me to wear. My Queen settled herself and gazed at my predicament then smiled that mischievous smile of hers. She then reached over and patted me on the Neo to remind me of the power she had over me.

In her hand she held the leg irons I wear for her when she decides, she decided that today was the day. On they went. As if I was going anywhere now.

I watched, shocked as she took a clear glass container then pulled up her black leather skirt to reveal that she was wearing nothing underneath. She held the glass to her Goddess place and pee'd into the glass. She held the glass of her golden nectar still warm and lightly yellow. Taking a small ping pong ball into which she had drilled several holes around the top. She pulled out a turkey baster into the the frothy broth and half filled the ball with her essence. My Queen had me open my mouth then inserted the now full ping pong ball carefully. "Hold it still in your mouth and you will not spill any. And this had better be as full when we get to our destination!" Wide eyed I accepted the ball. Although I was not unfamiliar the taste of her Golden Nectar it was a taste I wanted to avoid today.

There was no doubt that I was hers. Next came the posture collar she had come to love tormenting me with. Another freedom removed. I could not even turn my head now. I stared straight forward looking at the street ahead. I hoped no one would see me in this condition. My Queen relished this open bondage and reveled in the risk of being spotted.

The last indignity was the pair of sun glasses that she put on my head. Only when they were on did I realize that they had been taped with black electrical tape on the inside. I could see nothing.

"Comfy?" she laughed as we sped off in an unknown direction. For about an hour we drove. I noticed that the road had changed from pavement to gravel. We turned this way and that. We slowed and we sped up. And we stopped a few times for a reason I did not know. After a final turn we slowly pulled up to a stop. I had no idea where I was. I guessed that we had traveled south as the sun beat a warm tattoo on my body but I had no idea where.

She got out and came around to my side. I could hear her talk with someone. I had no idea who as it was a voice I did not recognize. This was my Queen, my Princess and I trusted her completely. I was hauled out of the van unceremoniously and pulled across an open sun drenched area on what felt like gravel.

We walked for only 20 or 25 paces then she asked me to step up. I had some difficulty keeping up with her as requested. I had to shuffle to accomplish the assigned task of stepping up. We entered an unknown building which had the smell of dry straw and was much cooler then the outside we had just left. Under my feet the texture changed from gravel to rough hewn boards which creaked as we walked across them. Along with the change in texture and sound the smell of old wood, and old hay completed a sensual picture that I guessed was an old barn. I wondered what she had dreamed up for this beautiful spring day. Soon I would find out, that I was sure of.

We stopped and she had me spread my legs as far as they would go with the leg irons on. I heard her say "Not far enough!" I could feel her reach down and put a chain around my right leg. Then I heard the distinctive sound of a lock snapping shut. She undid my leg irons and had me widen my stance. She repeated the locking procedure with the other leg. I was trapped with my legs spread wide. I was going no where.

I felt her walk around behind me. She gave me a loving embrace. And cooed gently in my ear. I felt her hot breath on my neck while she stroked my nipples giving them a tender tug.

She whispered sweet nothings in my ear calming me down. She felt the nervousness that had taken over my thoughts. For a few minutes she stroked and cuddled me. And I was in heaven. She could do to me what she wanted and I would happily go along. Finally she said "You are to make me proud today My Pet. I want you to have as much fun as I am going to have. And you know that I have a pleasant surprise for you at the end of the day."

She released one hand and attached a chain to it then did the same with the other. My arms were pulled up in a diagonal pulling me tight and causing me to stand on my toes. I held my head as steady as I could. I had this pee filled ball gently wedged in my mouth. I had managed to not spill any so far.

Now that I was safely spread eagled she turned her attention to my belt. I could feel her tug and pull looking for any means of escape or for any way for me to satisfy myself. Seeing none she inserted her key into the lock. She pulled away the bottom tube and freed my little man. It sprang to life enjoying this moment of freedom. I was aroused, no, I was hard for her. I could smell her and was randy after nearly 30 days of confinement.

"I thought I told you to shave carefully!! This is not shaved! You have done nothing that I asked!!" I heard her walk away then return behind me. Pain exploded through my brain at the first stroke of the cane. This was her tool to cause pain, to correct me and to deal severely with any wrong doing on my part. I was being punished and I knew it. Each stroke caused a cascade of reds and yellows in my sightless eyes. Each of the 5 caused me to jerk spilling the contents of the ball. The taste of her essence filled my mouth further reminding me of the power that this woman had over me.

"Now I will have to do it for you!" I felt a warm cloth and lots of water being applied to my family jewels. Then I heard the hiss of shave cream and felt her apply it. I was aroused again. With careful hands she scrapped the razor removing the foam and the unwanted and offending hair. I felt her tug and pull, then squeeze and stretch skin here and there. I could feel her remove the hair from my penis and scrotum but not my pubis. This she left. Finally after a rinse and a comment of final approval she took my swollen member and gave me a few assertive pulls stroking me to near orgasm.

I could feel her buckle a belt around me. It felt wide and very secure. She tightened it till I could hardly stand it. Then she unchained the leather cuffs from their stretched position and then attached each to the belt she had finally tightly adjusted. I could now relax my tip toe stance so I settled down providing relief for my calves that screamed in exhaustion. Then I felt her close a ring around the base of penis and balls. Just like the cb 3000 that I knew so well. She handled my engorged member roughly and seeing that I was not about to become less aroused wrapped a bag of ice around it all.

A sharp intake of breath followed the shock, a shock which caused the effect to my now diminishing member. When she sensed I had had enough or that the ice had done its trick she used a nylon stocking to cage my now miniscule man. I liked the sensation of the cage but was disappointed that I would not find the release that I so wanted.

I felt her tug once again on the cage of the cb. Then I heard a dingle, she had attached a bell. Then she added two others to nipples swollen in arousal. I moved enjoying the sound they made. This was a new thing. She had never done this before.

She stepped back and I heard her say "Beautiful!". I felt pride for I was making her happy. She returned and told me to open my mouth. She removed the now nearly empty ball which had served as my gag for more than an hour. Again I felt the strokes of her cane as she reminded me that I had not followed her direction to make certain that it remained full. My heart raced and nostrils flared as I tried to find air to reduce the pain I felt. I stood there for a moment, legs spread wide conquering the pain that ravaged my body. Soft hands and a tender touch eased the pain and made me glad for her presence.

I squinted as she removed my sunglass blindfold even though the room was not bright. I turned my head as best I could, given the collar I was wearing, to try to figure out where I was. No such luck. I knew my Princess was with me and I knew that I was in the country in somebodies barn. Other than that nothing.

My reverie was broken by the request to open my mouth again. Over my head appeared a harness and bit, not unlike that which would be put on a horse. Buckles tightened as I struggled to find a comfortable position for the invader in my mouth. This thing had blinders which allowed me to see only a narrow view straight ahead. I champed at the bit at I struggle to find some comfort in this new assault on my freedom.

Part Two

Finally I found the comfort I sought and let the bit settle into my mouth. I felt her thread two reigns through rings on my collar and through rings on my belt. Then I could feel her attach the ends to the cage she had so recently put on. I could see her bend down to release the two chains that kept my feet apart. Relieved at this new found freedom I closed my legs to ease muscles stretched far too long.

She moved behind me and shook the reigns saying "Walk on.". I took this to mean that I should walk forward. As I started walking she pulled this reign, and then the other one in order to direct me to the door. She lead me out of the building and into the light. My eyes burned in the bright sunlight but I followed her commands not wanting to defy her at any point.

Over and over again I followed her commands. We walked in this direction and that. We turned left and right and halted. The information for this came to my cage. A tug left and I turned left, a tug right and I turned right. A tug on both and a soft "whoa" meant stop. I was getting this. A shake of the reigns and a "giddy up" meant I should speed up. We went slower and faster. And she had me lift my knees high so that as I walked or ran my knee was at the same level as my hips. I did not often feel the sting of the buggy whip she used to have me follow her directions but when I slacked off she was quick to correct my offending or slack behavior. Soon the onslaught of the buggy whip was diminished and I at long last felt I was doing as she asked. And I heard an approving "Good boy! My Pet!!" My heart soared with her approval.

We practiced for what seemed a few short minutes but in reality it was more than an hour. Soon hunger pangs drew my focus away from my actions around the field. And I could smell the BBQ whose smoke filled the valley that the field was in. My nostrils flared taking in the dreamy scent and I happily headed to the barn finally understanding why horses sped up as they neared their home and their chow.

I was lead in to the room where I had been harnessed only a few short hours before. I saw her bend down and lock a chain around my ankle. The other end of the 20 foot chain was firmly anchored to the wall. She removed the harness and bit and indicated that it wo

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