Miss Sadie’s Slave Farm · Part 2 (2/2)
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o they make good targets for your whips. See that they do a good job." she added with a grin as she flicked her riding whip against her boots with a resounding smack.
"Yes, Ma'am," murmured Miss Whip and Miss Lash as they cracked their whips and grinned widely, their white teeth shining brightly between their red lips. "Can we use those new dog whips you got for us?"
"Yes, you certainly may," answered Miss Sadie with a grin, "that's what I had them made for."
"We'll see that they work their butts off," giggled Miss Boots as she directed the slaves to the broom closet under the staircase where the spreader bars, chains, pails, brushes and three foot long heavy, braided leather twin-lashed doggie whips were stored in neat rows. "Turn to!" shouted Miss Whip as she and Miss Lash drove the slaves to the broom closet while Mistress Sadie strode out the front door, smacking her whip against her boots and humming a little tune as she went on down to the stables.
As soon as the spreader bars and chains had been locked in place on the slaves ankles and wrists respectively, Miss Whip drove them down the hall to the Library where Miss Lash presided, whip in hand. Miss Boots drove another coffle to the dining room, pantry and kitchen where they began to scrub the floors with the brushes in their mouths. For a while, nothing was heard but the swish of the whips and falling of raindrops as the slaves bent diligently to their task of cleaning the floors of Mistress Sadie's mansion..
Later they were driven to the lavatory, past the NO MASTURBATING signs and allowed 3 minutes to stand up and piss in the urinals before getting down on their knees again to scrub the bathroom floor and toilet bowls, Miss Whip's and Miss Lash's whips ensured that the latter were scrubbed clean when they pushed the slaves head down into the toilet bowl so he had to clean it with his mouth held brush while Miss Boots whipped their upturned ass with her heavy whip.
"Hurry up!", she admonished, "Mistress will be back early today because of the rain." WHACK WHACK
Just then they heard the front door open as Mistress came stomping in, dripping wet. Her boots were covered with a mixture of mud and manure so that she left muddy footprints all over the newly scrubbed floor as she made a tour of inspection with Miss Boots taking notes in each room they passed. She finished her inspection in the lavatory where she inspected the toilets and dished out punishment to the slaves already very red buttocks with her wet rubber riding whip. SPLAT… WHACK… SMACK.
After inspecting the toilets, Mistress Sadie seated herself on the overseer's chair set on a raised dais in the middle of the room and, pointing at me with her whip, said "Come here, slave, and pull off my muddy boots," When I rose and began walking toward her, I was knocked down to my knees by Miss Whips heavy flogger "Crawl, slave!" she said "And don't you forget again." SMACK.
I crawled up to Mistress' booted feet and tried to pull off her mud- encrusted boots but they wouldn't budge even though she kept up a steady tattoo on my naked back with her riding whip.
"Take my spurs off first, dum dum," she said pointing down to them with the tip of her long lashed whip.
After struggling with the straps of her large rowelled spurs, I redoubled my efforts to pull her boots off without success. "Turn around and pull them through your legs," she ordered, emphasizing her commands with numerous whip lashes as I turned around, thus exposing my bottom through the seat of my cut out pants.
"Now pull," she said, goosing me hard with her other boot as I grasped it between my legs and pulled on it for all I was worth. The boot was still covered with a slimy mixture of mud and manure that made my hands slip so I couldn't get a good grip on it. Just then, she placed her other boot on my butt and pushed hard. The boot came off and I went sprawling on the floor where Miss Whip and Miss Lash were waiting with raised whips.
"Get up slave," they ordered as the beat me with their heavy floggers, "and serve you Mistress properly."
I scrambled back up the dais, turned around and grabbed her left boot between my legs just in time to get a kick in the in the groin. As I grabbed my crotch in pain, Miss Whip flogged my hands away saying," Grab her boot and pull it off right now or you will be punished for disobedience." Numb with pain, I grabbed her left boot and pulled as Mistress planted her right one on my buttocks and pushed hard. As before, the boot came off and I went sprawling on the floor, much to the amusement of Miss Sadie who, I suspected, had planned the whole thing.
"Go up the stairs," she ordered. "Bring my boots and spurs with you and lick them clean. Use saddle soap on the leather spur straps and polish my boots and spurs. I shall inspect them at 5 o'clock at the stable when we have the daily muster. The rest of you will continue to scrub the floors. Be sure to get all the muddy boot marks off or you will be punished." Then, turning to Miss Boots she said "Heat up some stew in the microwave and dump it in their dog bowls for lunch. Keep their fetters on and make sure they stay on all fours with their butts upended for your whips. I shall take my repast in the boudoir on a tray. Bring my strap on with you too. Riding in the rain makes me horney."
"Yes Mistress, I sure will," said Miss Boots as she leered at the sex starved slaves groveling on all fours before their Mistress. Miss Sadie made me crawl up the stairs ahead of her, slashing my behind with her wicked whip at every step. Encumbered as I was with my spreader bar bound legs, wrist chain and carrying her muddy boots and spurs, I got plenty of lashes before reaching the landing.
When I stopped to catch my breath, she was quick to reward me with heavy lashes she told me to "Get along there, now." WHACK WHACK WHACK. When I finally got to her boudoir, she made me put the boots down in the corner and then help her take off her wet riding togs. Then she had me fetch a pair of thigh high black patent leather high heeled boots from the closet, help her pull them on and zip them up to the very tip top.
Picking up a riding crop and a dildo harness, she made me kneel and bend over an ottoman that stood in the center of the room, unlocked my wrist chain and had me reach behind myself and spread my ass cheeks for her whip. When Miss Boots arrived with lunch, Mistress Sadie took the dildo from her, fitted it into the hole in her dildo harness and strapped it on tightly. "That will be all for now, Miss Boots," she said. "Put the tray down on that table and bring me a tube of KY jelly and a penis gag for him." "Yes, Mistress," replied Miss Boots as she put the tray down on a little table and fetched the KY jelly and penis gag from the dresser while Miss Sadie stood in front of me and shoved the dildo into my mouth. It was so big I could hardly take it in and had to open my mouth wide.
"Here, slave, suck on this," she said whacking me with her riding crop She shoved the ersatz phallus in my mouth so far I thought I would choke as she gyrated her hips and shoved it in.
"Suck on it good, you fucking cock sucker," she said whacking me with her crop again and again.
Soon tiring of this exercise, she pulled it out and inserted the penis gag in my mouth, strapping it on very, very tightly.
"There," she said, "That ought to keep you quiet."
So saying, she walked around behind me, smeared KY jelly on my ass and inserted the big dildo into my anus, thrusting with her hips to get it in. "Spread your cheeks more, slave," she said whacking me with her crop. Bent over as I was like a crouched beast, I had to stretch to get at my ass cheeks as I struggled in my bounds to do her bidding.
Finally, after much thrusting and gyrating and cropping, she got the fearful dildo in and started to fuck me in the ass. She spread her booted legs apart and leaned over to grasp my hair with her gloved hands as she pushed her pelvis forward till it was all the way in. Then she withdrew it almost completely and shoved it back in again so far I thought I had been impaled. It hurt so bad, I started to cry.
"What's the matter, slave. Can't you take your punishment" she asked? I tried to respond but the penis gag was so big it completely filled my mouth so all that came out was a sort of gurgle as she kept on thrusting it in and out…in and out…till I thought she would never stop. Finally, she backed off, withdrew the big dildo, unbuckled the harness and tossed them on the floor.
"Take these down to the laundry room with my boots and spurs and clean them thoroughly with warm water and soap," she ordered. "Then ask Miss Boots to take out that penis gag so you can eat your lunch and go back to scrubbing the floors while I take a little nap to rest up for the afternoon's inspection, Ha Ha Ha."
Part 3
Mistress Sadie lounged in a hot tub after butt fucking her slave and listened to the sound of swishing whips as the slaves scrubbed the floors under the watchful eye of Miss Whip and Miss Lash. "Music to my ears," she mused as she sponged her sex off roughly thinking about how she would punish the slaves later. Then she turned on her XX rated video "Pony Boys" and watched it while eating lunch. When done, she got out her multi-speed vibrator, lay back in her chair with her knees drawn up over the arms, smeared astroglide on the vibrator and slid it up her cunt, increasing the speed whenever one of the Pony Boys got whipped until she climaxed.
"Who needs men anyhow," she mused before she dozed off for her nap.
A little while later she planned her wardrobe for the daily inspection routine. She wore her black leather riding pants, shiny black Spanish riding school tall boots with swagger tabs, a black leather bras, black leather riding gloves, stuck a riding crop down inside her right boot and selected her best dressage whip from the whip rack. Thus attired, she strapped spurs on her boots and clanked downstairs where she took a tour of the slave-scrubbed house with Miss Boots.
"Look at that!" she exclaimed. "Right there by the front door. See those boot marks? Put that down in your little black book. I shall have them punished for that, all right."
After touring the house, they proceeded down to the stables where Miss Whip and Miss Lash had the naked slaves lined up for her daily inspection.
"Eyes front! Hands behind your back. Pelvis out. Legs spread!" ordered miss Whip as the Mistress approached.
Miss Sadie picked up a long -handled ladle with a sort of half cup on the end and took her time inspecting the slaves as she stopped to tickle (!) their cock and balls with her whip lash before rubbing her gloved hand over his butt to check for whip marks and/or welts. She was humming a little tune as she went down the row of slaves, looping the wrist loop on her crop around a slave's ball sack and tugging on it while placing the ladle's cup up under his balls and lifting them up while Miss Whip and Miss Lash patrolled the line up with their heavy floggers quick to punish a sound or movement from the slaves. When she found a slave's butt red with multiple welts she asked what he had done to deserve the punishment.
"He knocked over his pail and spilled the soapy water all over your floor," said Miss Whip.
"Oh, he must be clumsy," said the Mistress. "He needs touching up, don't you think?"
"Yes Ma'am," answered Miss boots with a grin as she fingered the knotted tresses of her cat'o'nine tails whip.
"Hitch him to the training cart then and I'll put him through his paces," said Miss Sadie as she slapped her riding whip against the offending slaves already red-streaked butt..
While the overseers harnessed the guilty slave and secured his wrists to the training cart, Miss Sadie stood in front of the gang of slaves and had Miss Boots read the account of dirt spots they found.
"You will each get 15 lashes for messy work. Stretch them out over that bale of straw Miss Lash and lay on with a will."
"Yes Ma'am" grinned Miss Lash shaking the knotted strands of her cat'o'nine tails whip at the trembling slaves.
As soon as the offending slave was locked between the shafts of her buggy, Miss Sadie got in the drivers seat, gathered the reins in her left hand and picked up the buggy whip from the whip socket on the dash and snaked it across the slave's back.
"Giddy-ap, slave!" she shouted as she applied the whip to his naked back
Then, just as suddenly, she yanked and sawed on the reins yelling "WHOA!"
Pony Boy was jerked backward to a sliding stop by the pain of the cruel steel bit that crushed his mouth and almost stumbled as Mistress hit him a cruel blow with her whip.
"Clumsy slave," she said. "Get up there."
WHACK, WHACK, WHACK, went the whip as she made him run around the arena. With his wrist cuffs locked to the shafts that way, he found it very difficult to run, a fact that the Mistress took advantage of by whipping him first with a forehand swipe and then a backhanded one so that his back was streaked with livid red welts when she sawed him to a stop.
"BACK!" she yelled, yanking on the reins and cracking her buggy whip across his shoulders. "BACK!"
As soon as he had backed a few steps, she shook the reins and whipped him up again "Get up there!" she shouted while whipping hard and pulling on the left rein as he ran around the arena. Then she repeated the exercise in the opposite direction till the slave was covered with sweat and whip marks and stumbled.
At this point, Miss Sadie replaced the buggy whip in its whip socket, tied the reins around a cleat on the dashboard, got down from the cart, pulled a riding crop from her right boot and proceeded to flog the fallen slave's butt with well placed blows. When finished flogging the poor unfortunate slave, she kicked him in the ass and told the attendants to "Stretch him over a bale of straw and give him 25 lashes."
Then she called for her horse to be saddled, mounted up and whipped him out the gate. The sun had come out and shone brightly on her polished boots and silver spurs as she galloped over her ancestral fields, threw her had back and laughed and laughed and laughed. She vowed to get them out in the fields in the morning and pull the heavy gang plow through the wet sod under her drivers' lash.
Men are such slobs, she thought as she tried to decide which of her sex starved slaves to take to bed that night.
"I think I'll take #19" she mused. "His cock twitched when I tickled it with my whip lash, his balls seemed heavy in my scrotum cup and I liked the way he reacted when I tugged at his balls with my crop's wrist loop. I think he's a true submissive. He'll get his chance to prove it tonight or I'll beat it out of him!
Then she put spurs to her horse and galloped off into the sunset, her blond hair streaming behind her in the wind.
Miss Sadie’s Slave Farm · Part 2 (2/2)
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