BDSM Vacation Rentals: Female Submissives
This is the account of the guest experiences at Master's VRBO: For a comprehensive explanation, you can read it in the original post titled "BDSM VRBO."
Master, who owns the VRBO or Airbnb, has a separate building on his extensive wooded estate. The place comes equipped with a kitchen, hot tub, dungeon, and me. I'm a submissive with numerous kinks and few limitations. I enjoy rimming, piss play, anal, spanking, face fucking, and being beaten. This property isn't available on VRBO or Airbnb; it's a private experience.
When guests inquire about the property and pass Master's thorough vetting process, they can rent the property for a weekend, week, or even longer. The base rent covers the property and my non-sexual, naked service. However, Master has a La Carte menu or a comprehensive, all-inclusive package. Approximately 70% of guests book their return stay before leaving. Besides, my daily blog helps me cater to their preferences when they return.
The Female Submissive
I found it unusual when one female was among our guests. According to Master, it was a high-level executive woman who needed to experience submissiveness in a private, concealed setting. We fulfilled her needs. She booked for five days, wanting heavy corporal punishment and humiliation for three days, followed by lighter submissiveness for the last two days in preparation for returning to her corporate job. She didn't mention any limits. Instead, she had highlighted "None!" in bold letters in the questionnaire.
Apart from these details, she sent a list of specific activities she wanted to experience. I approached Julie, a dominatrix friend, for some items required her visit. Master, Julie, and I also discussed the necessary activities for her stay. Master custom-made a few items for our dungeon and my wardrobe.
By the scheduled arrival time, her Mercedes pulled up, and Master's son greeted her. In line with our standard procedure, she was undressed, her clothes were locked in the car, and her keys were taken. A heavy leather collar was attached around her neck, holding her head in a fixed position. Cuffs with a short chain connected her ankles, and her wrists were in front of her, locked to the collar. A large, thick penis gag was inserted deep into her mouth before a blindfold was secured over her eyes. Master's son attached a leash to the collar and brought it to a hook near the front door.
I was adorned in a latex catsuit and knee-high leather boots. I waited for approximately fifteen minutes after the car left before entering the house.
The woman, kneeling naked, gagged, and with her wrists and ankles chained, must have been standing there for what felt like an eternity.
To prepare for dealing with her, I'd rehearsed thundering my way out and shouting. With the crop in hand, I whacked it before shouting, "Who left this disgrace on my porch?!"
She attempted to mumble something, but another whack on the crop made her silent in an instant. I verbally abused her as much as possible and had her crawl as quickly as she could towards the dungeon. Some whacks across her ass and exposed cunt speeded up her journey.
After reaching the dungeon, I grabbed her leash and led her there. I kept on slapping her bare ass and using the crop on her cunt while using derogatory words to provoke her.
On the way, I'd adjusted my high heels to further taunt her. When we reached the dungeon, I incorporated a variety of disgraceful words, dominating her by slapping her with the crop and ushering her into the room.
Referring to her as a "worthless whore," I pulled her by the collar towards a bench with straps. Master's son assisted me in positioning her on the bench. I fastened her arms on either side, tightly bound her legs to the footrest, and buckled the straps.
Her breasts were shoved through holes on the bench. I was delighted by her tantrums and slapped the crop on her sensitive nipples and breasts. I started murmuring unpleasant things as she steadily sobbed.
In the dungeon, Julie, my domme companion, discreetly assisted me in connecting her wrist cuffs to a ceiling hoist and hoisting her up on her tiptoes. A spreader bar joined her ankle cuffs, making the chain taut. We placed a pre-planned weighted object in her hand, and she raised her agreed-upon fingers to signal readiness.
We tried to maintain secrecy about Julie's presence. The visiting guest requested a harsh whipping, and I didn't feel comfortable carrying it out myself. It was challenging to remain silent while performing.
I released Julie's leash and began to stimulate the guest's body. I massaged her breasts before slapping them forcefully. I pinched, pulled, and twisted them repeatedly. I struck her face, butt, and vagina repeatedly. I even pulled her hair and threatened to shave it off.
To warm her up, I used a flogger, making her body pink all over. I questioned, "Are you prepared for the requested whipping? Grunt twice for 'yes,' once for 'no.'"
The responding twice-grunted answer was undeniable. I reached around her back and pinched and twisted both nipples before slapping her ass hard. I stepped back and cleared the way for Julie to begin.
Julie, proficient in wielding a single-tailed whip, thrice cracked it near our guest without touching her, causing her to leap and cringe. She then lashed the whip around her body, wrapping it slowly until making contact. However, Julie increased the frequency and intensity of her strikes as she sensed the guest's adjustment.
To provide Julie with a break, we took a pause. I removed the gag from the guest's mouth and inquired, "Do you desire more? Or is this sufficient?"
She answered unambiguously, "Grant me more, Goddess, more, but please permit me to shriek."
I told her, "Scream, bitch, but until I'm ready, you won't stop, or you cry 'Red.'"
Julie resumed, returning to the higher-intensity blows but also decreasing the strength of her strikes while working over the guest's tits and abdomen. Eventually, Julie communicated with me through mouth movements, "I've had enough."
Julie cleaned and stored her whips. Then she fetched a bottle of alcohol. The alcohol stung and burned so significantly on the open wounds that the dark screams of our guest were ear-piercing.
We took off the spreader bar, lowered the hoisting hook, and removed the wrist chain from the hook. It's challenging to keep the guest upright while guide her with a blanket wrap to the couch. She curled into a ball, groaning. I provided her with a bottle of water, and she drank half of it. Julie handed me a bottle of salve for later application.
As our guest recovered, I dismissed Julie. She gave me an erotically charged goodbye kiss and a "next time" warning.
I returned to our guest and, as I caressed her hair and features, she began to stir. I took off her blindfold, and her eyes slowly opened, revealing a happy grin before questioning, "Did someone more skilful with a whip than me assist? Who else was here?"
I admitted, "To ensure you experienced intense pain without injury, I invited someone with more expertise regarding whips to be present."
She queried, "So you're this cruel mistress for the duration of my stay?"
I smiled, "Indeed. However, as your dominant ruler during this period, I am also responsible for ensuring your satisfaction, security, and well-being. Therefore, before I return to my role, do you have any information you'd like to inform me?"
She grinned, then frowned, "I need you to be a harsh, strict dominatrix. Hurt me, degrade me, use me; I am isolated and have no constraints, except leaving this place upon the completion of my stay. I need that to dispel my repressed stress and embrace who I am."
"I intend to remove your blanket and apply your salve to your injuries. I want you to be infection-free and ready to serve tomorrow. Once the salve is applied, approach the table and lie on your tummy. Roll over when I command."
I eliminated the blanket, and she followed instructions by lying on the table on her stomach. Julie crafted injuries only having two small bleeding marks. I put salve on all the marks on her back. I inserted a large plug into her anus with minimal preparation, eliciting a loud shriek from her.
I instructed her to roll onto her back. I climbed onto the table, facing her feet, and settled on top of her, lowering my vagina over her face. She started licking and serving me while I applied the salve to her wounded breasts and abdomen. I snapped the clover clamps with the weighted chain onto her battered nipples. (The guest reacted with a squeal.)
I ordered, "Turn over and lie on your back."
She complied, and I positioned her under me, laid on top of her, and inserted the salve into her stomach and breasts. I snapped the clover clamps with the weighted chain onto her injured nipples. (The guest reacted with a loud shriek.)
I fucked her face so hard that I came all over it, causing her to choke and cough on the substantial amount of cum that filled her mouth.
I attached a short chain to her collar and assisted her in getting down from the table, leading her out of the room and into the yard. After removing the plug from her ass, I ordered her, "Alright, dog, this is your bathroom. If you make a mess in my house, not only will I force you to clean it up, but you'll have to lick it. Now, get down and go."
She seemed stunned at what she had just heard but eventually complied, peeing in the grass. When she finished, I instructed her to wipe herself with her fingers and then lick them clean, making sure there was no mess in my house. I then lubed the plug again and shoved it back into her ass.
Back inside, I guided her into the bedroom, where a dog bed had been placed beside the bed. She obediently curled up on it, and I secured her with a short chain attached to the leg of the bed. With the other chains linking her wrists and ankles, she had difficulty finding a comfortable position.
I turned off the light and shut the door. I removed my cat suit, which was both hot and difficult to breathe in. I heated something for dinner and enjoyed it with a glass of red wine. I mixed my leftovers with oatmeal for her morning meal before storing it in the refrigerator to ensure it was cold when I fed her.
I walked back into the bedroom and into the bathroom. I left the door open as I washed my face and then sat down on the toilet, listening to the sound of urine and solid waste hitting the water in the hard surface of the bathroom. I cleaned myself with a small piece of toilet paper and threw it in the bowl before flushing.
I walked back towards the dog bed until I reached her, "On your back, pet." She glanced up at me and then complied. I squatted over her face, and she unhesitatingly licked the drops of urine clinging to my vagina. I sank lower, sitting on her face while I detached the nipple clamps one by one, resulting in an audible scream into my pussy. As I scooted forward, I noted her hesitation before her tongue delved into my ass, cleaning the remaining residue within my sphincter ring. I remained suspended over her face, allowing her to appreciate the feeling of her tongue massaging my ass. Without warning, I rose and entered the comfort of the bed, allowing her to enjoy the taste of me throughout the night.
I slept longer than usual and was awakened by my guest whining on the floor. I knew she desperately required release but first, I visited the ensuite, leaving the door ajar as I urinated loudly into the toilet. I returned to the dog bed and sat down, allowing her to clean my pussy with her tongue as I clipped the clamps and connected the weighted chain back to her still swollen nipples. Moans heard straight from my cunt were an excellent way to start the day.
I unlocked her leash from the bed's support and led her back into the yard. I obtained a poop bag as we exited the house. I brought her back to the yard, pulled the plug from her ass, and observed her both pee and poop. She used her fingers to clean her pussy and licked them clean but was unsure how to clean her ass or the pile she had left on my lawn.
I took the poop bag and, demonstrating its use, removed it from my hand and placed it over her head. She understood the concept, so I handed her the bag. She managed to pick up most of it without issue, then attempted to hand it back to me. I told her, "No, you keep it. Open your mouth." When she did, I inserted the ends of the bag into her mouth and instructed her, "Bite it, don't drop it."
At the door to the house, I took the bag and set it aside. I had intentions for it later. I brought her back into the bathroom and prepared the enema equipment. A litre and a half of warm soapy water, along with a Bardex nozzle, were used for the cleaning process. When the bag was empty, I replaced the plug in her ass and gave her a toothbrush and cleaning compound, explaining that the enema would only be completed when the grout in the floor tiles was spotless.
During the subsequent 30 minutes, the female was heard groaning from the cramps, as the ramifications of the fastened nipples were evident, with the weight. Moreover, her afflicted knees ached from her scouring of my bathroom tile grout. I returned and discovered that she had over fifty percent of it satisfactorily washed. After detaching the connector, I permitted her to utilize the bathroom to eliminate the soap enema. While executing this activity, I prepared her next saltwater enema. This enema was just a liter, and she maintained it in her attached rectum until her cleaning of my bathroom floor grout reached my standards.
Upon her expulsion of the second enema, I added a larger plug to her rectum and requested she clean the bowl where it had spattered during the act of defecation prior to my flushing it. Her proximity to her labors meant that from afar, the odor was offensive.
Following the cleanness of her rectum, it was time for breakfast. I directed her to cook bacon, a single egg, and provided her with a mug of coffee. While I consumed these dishes, I exerted an oatmeal dish along with the previous day's leftovers from the refrigerator to the floor at my feet. Her reticence towards the fare led to me warning that unfinished consumption of the sustenance would lead to repercussions and that she would receive nothing different until her bowl had been satisfactorily licked.
I luxuriated in the breakdown of my enjoyable breakfast while perusing the daily news on my iPad, munching lethargically to allow her the time to diminish the quantity of her dish, so I could resume my usage.
Whilst I relished my scrumptious meal and waited for her to have made good progress, I returned her empty food bowl and warned her to complete the remainder of the water, cleanse the breakfast utensils, and enter the dungeon.
Assembled the previous evening, the outfit Master had procured for me featured a corset top that boasted my breasts aloft on a shelf, a short leather miniskirt, and my aforementioned heels.
Prepared, I awaited her arrival, nervous, showing in physical form. Her positioning atop the equestrian gear was specific; only sufficient to transport from her vulva to beneath her chin, and just wide enough to permit her breasts to dangle from either side. I dismantled the clamp from one nipple, saturated it in the lubrication of my micturition, then reconnected the chain and clamp beneath the beam of the horse. If she tried to withdraw from the beam, it would inflict agony on her nipples. I fastened a strap across her waist to secure her to the structure, then connected the fetter chain between her ankle and wrist cuffs to metal eyelets on the horse.
Humidifying the dildo's penis with my nongeneralized mucous, I then inserted the dildo into her anus, navigating her anus until it touched her sphincter. As soon as its pointed extremity touched her sphincter, she let out a tiny yelp and began to rise off the beam until the torture of her nipple chain compelled her to return. Gradually, I forced the dildo deeper within her, inserting it until my hipbone struck her buttocks. Now, she experienced eight inches of silicone penis in her back door. Regardless of how she perceived it in her anus, the part of the device in my cunt and pressing on my clitoris was tremendously gratifying whenever I moved.
I swatted her buttocks and, as deeply as I was capable, growled, "Incipit quaecumque hoc dente te simul fucure, et potissimus si diligenter subjetisti illud emittere, tamen expectatione huius artificii existens, ut simul hass aliquammem tibit irritare. Sive tu relabes, non defregationis hujus circumferentia tangent clarissimus percussorem tibi in ogasquare expressam stimularem." She was unaware of the authenticity of my statement or intended torture. However, tension was a phenomenal stimulant, and she consequently commenced to frantically ass-fucking the silicone penis to sate the stimulation I received. Understandably, the harder she thrust against it, the more pleasurable it became for me.
Additionally, I triggered the vibrator within the Feeldoe, exacerbating the feeling produced within my cunt. Although the vibrator emanation within the dildo deliberately positioned in her anus was inconspicuous, her exertion persuaded me, "Coxone convulsionibus cessandum est, nisi adversa generatum mea cunna elictat possessiveme tendere electrorugos se seque." Her devotion materially improved the cleanness and pleasure within my cunny, and accordingly, I upped the vibrator's force. With each thrust, she adjusted to her limits and gave me more enjoyment. Consequently, my cunny experienced orgasmic gyrations in sync with her worthwhile efforts.
This comment caused her to jolt backward and spin her head around, trying to look at me, but the collar around her neck stopped her. His son chuckled at her discomfort before I replied, "I'm training her to be dogged properly."
Master nodded approvingly and the farmhand asked, "so are you catching her with a dildo?" I glanced down at the ball of the dildo in her cunt, and she tensed up. The farmhand continued, "I heard that was a pretty tough one." I reached over and pulled hard on the chain connected to the cunt hook, causing her hands to go up defensively to her cunt. "It certainly is. It's actually a bit big for her, but I guess we can't have her loving that too much." Master chuckled, "yes, it's best if she's always a little uncomfortable."
Her face was bright red and she was breathing heavily. Her heaving breasts shook in their collars as she gasped for air. She started to piss herself a little and I smiled, "It seems she enjoyed herself." We walked on, leaving the three men to discuss her training.
Once we were out of earshot, I removed the harness from her and walked her back to the house. We went into the living room, where her chains were still hanging from the ceiling fan. I picked up a riding crop and began using it on her back, leaving a series of red welts that would surely leave her sore. She whimpered but didn't cry out.
I then removed her dog collar and the harness. She sat down on the stool and began massaging the marks from the harness on her breasts. I picked up a pair of kitten heels and put them on her feet. I left her there for a bit while I went to the bathroom to clean up. I couldn't help but smile at the thought of her walking around like that and I decided to go get her.
Once in the bedroom, I told her to get naked. She quickly stripped and stood there, shivering slightly. I had her lie down on the bed and I put on a dress and a pair of shoes. "You're going for a walk," I told her, "and no gag unless you start whining."
She lifted her hands to her neck and mouthed "no gag." I smiled back at her and she looked at me, wide-eyed. We walked out to the porch, and I pointed to the poop bag she had left on the ground. "Pick it up," I ordered, and she quietly bent down to retrieve it.
I led her across the yard to the pasture, where I pointed to a pile of droppings from the day before. "Bring that in," I told her, and she walked over, picking it up in her hands.
As we neared the house, His Master asked, "and what have you been up to?" She looked at me and then at him. "Training her, Sir," I replied, and he raised his eyebrows. "Is it effective?" She looked back at me, glancing at the strap on her cunt hook.
"Very," I admitted, with a wink. "In fact, she enjoyed herself a bit more than I intended today - I'm surprised she's standing."
His son grinned and Master said, "I'm sure she did. Any specific instructions?" I raised a brow, "Not anymore."
"Good," He said, "I'll have to request your assistance in her training next time."
I bet she's getting tired of my help, I thought, but I smiled and nodded. "Of course, Sir."
She was already holding onto the leash for the cunt hook, but as she shuffled her feet and adjusted her arms, a few drops of her urine leaked out, staining the crotch of her dress. As we walked toward the house, I heard far off laughter, and I knew they'd be talking about this day for a long time to come.
In the story, Master stroked the swollen breasts and felt the scars on the back of the submissive woman. It was clear she didn't know who was touching her. Master summoned the worker and his child to see the welts across her body, and to touch her breasts as well. All three men massaged her outspread limbs while she could only remain with her hands bound behind her back and her mouth occupied with a bag of her stools that had grown more foul since the morning. I observed the enormous erections of the surrounding group.
I informed them it was time to return for lunch, so she could finish her breakfast following her cleaning my bowl. She had to defecate on the spot as I took the bag of excrement from her mouth. Master took it and tore it open before handing it to his son to dispose.
Master questioned if the chains on her nipples were still on for too long. I stated that I didn't believe so, but they could be taken off if he was worried. The expression on her face when he reached for her breasts with a massive tent in his pants had a hilarious effect. He removed each collar and massaged both breasts, "to enhance circulation." The rich submissive, workplace boss disapproved of three men groping and caressing her with visible arousal. She opened her mouth to protest, but I halted her, and she saw a penis gag in my possession, prompting her lips to close again. I moved her sidestepping to face her captors.
I communicated, "We need to leave for lunch, on her agenda is completing her breakfast. By the way, can you empty this bag of waste for me? I don't want it damaging my septic system." Master took it from her teeth, ripping the sack, and gave it to his kid to dispose.
Master questioned me about the necklaces being on her breasts for too long. I expressed that I wouldn't think so, but if it concerned him, he could remove them. Her glare as he attempted to grasp her breasts while encircling him caused a mirthful image. Master unbuckled each necklace, gently rubbing her breasts, before awarding her with a prolonged massage.
Her opinion towards her attackers was anything but positive, and she almost voiced this, but I revealed a phallic gag in my grasp, causing her lips to close tight. I extended her to her feet, and we proceeded to my home. Her dream of a group sex encounter could be realized later.
I led her to the bathroom for toilet relief, and she produced a constant flow of urine. After wiping herself, she licked her fingers clean. I'd expected no defecation, and thus replaced the butt plug with another, having the woman await my use.
Addressing her, I instructed, "Prepare me a sandwich and a bowl of soup for my lunch and present them in this bowl near my feet. I'll be enjoying lunch as you watch." I finished my meal, noticing she had eaten her leftovers. I sent a few scraps of my sandwich to her bowl and witnessed her spiritedly consume them.
I fastened her chain to her collar and led her into the en-suite bathroom connected to our bedroom. I settled on the toilet, and pulled her closer to me, her face almost sniffing the toilet bowl as I defecated and urinated. My ass's filth lasted for a moment, but she didn't stray an inch away. I cleaned myself with toilet paper, foreseeing a more thorough cleaning from a bidet later.
She joined me in the bedroom, where I linked her ankle and wrist chains together before asking her to lie face down on the bed's center. The collaboration of the constraints created a tight hogtie. I slid my preferred vibrator, with a dildo for her womb and a little head for her clit, into her slick opening and strapped labia clamps on both her labia lips.
I positioned her on the bed and seated myself in front of her head, pulling her hair to raise it and encumbering her head within my own damp cunt. Her tongue appropriated the sprinkles of fluid attached to my vagina and found the deepest points where she could collect the remnants. I allowed my pleasure to multiply, producing three powerful orgasms, some of which seeped onto her face. Her undertaking to clean it off, nose-to-ass, earned her a harsher flogging later, but she followed these instructions flawlessly.
I'm uncertain how long I nodded off. She could still be seen effortlessly licking my ass when I began to wake up, her moans echoing steadily. I increased the vibrator's intensity, triggering a strong scream. Temporarily before lowering the setting:
Realizing she was awake prompted her to resume her tongue's attention on my ass, a pleasure I indulged in for a while. Afterward, I loosened the chains connecting her wrists to her ankles, letting her stretch out of the hogtie with a moan. I instructed her to step off the bed and move to the dog bed, leaving the vibrator inside her cunt at a low setting to aid her recovery.
Holing up in the kitchen en route to the dungeon, I picked up an ice bucket. Upon entering the dungeon, I lit a mound of candles, allowing the wax to collect and solidify. From the bathroom, I procured a new razor, shaving cream, and a hot water bowl. Finally, I ensured there was ample alcohol spray for later use.
With preparations complete, I instructed her to clean the vibrator with her tongue, and slipped a steel collar around her neck. I connected a leash to the collar and swapped out the blindfold for one that wouldn't interfere with the chain linking her wrists. With her following me, we made our way to the dungeon.
On the table, I helped her assume a position on her back. Her ankle cuffs were removed, and her legs were stretched wide and fastened to the table's ends. Her arms were raised and chained to the other side, extending her fearfully. I began the torture session with a leather flogger, whipping her from her tits down across her thighs until I achieved an even shade of red. Next, I switched to a crop, focusing on her tender breast areas, the insides of her thighs, and the sensitive labia and clitoris, painting them a bright shade of crimson.
Preoccupied with hair removal, I found the scissors, lopped off the long hairs adorning her cunt. I dampened a washcloth and smoothed it over her genitals before covering them with shaving cream. With unwavering precision, I removed every inch of hair, from her mons to her labia. Once naked, I dunked her in the hot water to relax her muscles. Afterward, the razor was used, painstakingly eliminating even the last strands. I dried her and sprayed her with alcohol, igniting the flammable liquid onto the freshly shaven skin, causing her to scream in agony.
Moving on to something gentler, I employed two candles, dropping droplets of hot wax on her mons and the outer lips, then up onto her stomach. Upon completion, I alternated between the candles and ice to provide relief from the searing heat. She remained vulnerable to both high temperatures and intense cold.
With her still writhing under me, I strapped a dual-dildo gag onto her mouth and locked it in place. The gag featured two discs, one internally and one externally. With the shorter dildo lodged in her mouth, I lay down atop the table, removing her blindfold as I warmed up to the climax. Facing her, I rode her face with my cunt, filling her stomach with my own arousal.
I shattered her sense of control; no orgasms were permitted until given consent. I sat up and signaled my approval, organizing a pair of intense orgasms on her mouth as I fucked myself.
My perverse playtime came to a close and her face was thoroughly stained with my fluids. I told her to heavily pucker her lips and I released into her mouth a portion of the small amount of urine I held onto. Unwillingly, she swallowed most of it without any accidental spilling.
Satisfied with my work, I retired to clean my equipment, taking precautionary measures against tracking bits of wax everywhere. When ready, I lowered her head and reattached her ankle cuffs to the corners of the table, preparing for the remainder of the punishment.
To commence, I pulled her plug, employing a damp rag and the razor to eradicate the disobedient hairs on her hind parts and elsewhere. Preparing her for the subsequent punishment, I returned the butt plug to its proper size, just as I intended to enlarge it further. With aiding lubricants in place, I managed to slip the expansive plug into her.
Crouching at the table's head end, I lifted her head by her hair, staring deep into her eyes. I reminded her of the moments where she hesitated or warranted discipline. She acknowledged her transgressions, agreeing that six strokes with a cane were suitable punishment.
Her request for punishment guided my choice of a flexible yet damaging cane. I never employed a warm-up. The increased blood flow near the skin could lead to more damage and an increased risk of bleeding. I gave the cane a few practice swings, savoring its motion.
My fingers traced over her backside, displaying the former patterning of a single tail. The swelling and redness had subsided, as the body's natural healing process took its course. I instructed her to relax, aware that it was futile; her muscles clenched with each settling cane swing.
The first stroke crossed her top cheek, clear of her tailbone. Her voice exploded, vibrating through the dungeon. I rapidly delivered the remaining 5 cane strokes, each one overlapping the previous, positioned low to high. The final lash grazed the fold between her bottom and thigh.
Young lady, thrilled with the symmetry and intensity of my marks in the flesh, caressed her backside. I kissed her cheek and acknowledged her bravery. I absentmindedly left her secured to the table, monitoring her vitals to ensure a gradual recovery. I observed her regular breaths with the occasional sobs.
After acknowledging the resumption of her normal signs, I excused myself for a brief moment. I heated a can of beef stew for dinner in the kitchen. I reunited with her feeling at ease and coated her imprints with salve to alleviate the pain and prevent scabbing.
Admiring my markings, I unhooked her wrist chain from the table and then removed her ankle cuffs, fastening the hobble chain to the ankle cuffs.
When she was composed enough, I helped her up, positioned her wrist chain behind her back, and guided her to the kitchen. There, I instructed her to kneel and lie down.
Her beef stew was still hot, ideal for someone unable to use their hands. She started to eat with zest. Apart from a measly bowl of oatmeal, this was the first food to cross her lips since her arrival.
I ate my meal accompanied by a glass of phenomenal burgundy. As I finished, she had emptied her bowl and drunk each drop of water. Tears streaked down her face from the stew mishandling.
I escorted her to the porch, disconnected the leash, set her hands free, and pulled the plug from her anus. Her urine and feces blotting, I sprinted to the backyard with a hose in hand, as well as a poop bag. She often cleaned up her excretions, using her teeth to clutch the bag. But not this time.
I sprayed from the hose onto her backside, gently removing traces of feces and urine. She let out a scream when the cold water touched fresh wounds. Once she had dropped the bag, I urged her to squat and wiped her bottom.
On her final major day, my love awakened me. She begged for release, and I complied, following her to the lawn and allowing her to perform her needs on the grass. Restoring composure, I entered the shower room and prepared her bottom similarly to the morning routine.
During breakfast preparation, she collected, bacon, eggs, and toast, feeding two, then joining me on the porch.
I entered the shower and cleaned my body and hair. I chuckled as I thought about how my guest had only experienced cold water from a hose on her rear end and vagina the night before. I opted to be nude for breakfast. She had prepared two plates. I discarded hers into a shallow dish and mixed it all into bite-sized pieces, placing it on the floor together with the juice she had preserved in another shallow bowl. The expression on her face was priceless. I had breakfast at the dining table while she ate hers on the floor without using utensils or her hands.
Following breakfast, she headed to the ensuite and expelled her first enema. Since I had plans for her posterior today, I filled it with another salty enema. She held it while I used the restroom. Without being instructed, she knelt between my legs, a few inches away from my vagina, as I peed and had my morning bowel movement. As I finished and reached for the toilet paper to gently swipe my backside before cleansing with my personal bidet, she gazed into my eyes and shook her head in disagreement. As I began to stand, she laid flat on her back.
Her face was still messy from consuming her breakfast without utensils or her hands. I wouldn't dare place my cunt into that mess, so I used a damp cloth to rid myself of the leftovers. I squatted down and she cleaned my vulva by mouth. She didn't flinch when I scooted forward for her to clean my anus and heaved her tongue into my rectum to meticulously cleanse it. I wiped her face with the wet cloth.
She scurried down to the dungeon with a hint of fear, unaware of the plans I had in mind. I took out the rope bag and removed her restraints around the wrists and limbs. I wrapped her wrists together from elbow to elbow, her arms held down by lengthy strands of rope stretching above and below her breasts, and an additional rope spanned between her shoulders and breasts. A short binding encircled her wrists, ensuring they were immobilized. I pulled two smaller ropes snugly around her breasts, resembling dog collars. Another rope encircled her waist, leading upwards between her legs. I tightened the rope carefully, making sure it fitted snugly over her large butt plug, another knot at her vaginal opening, and a third directly aligning with her clit. Both of the latter knots were greased with tiger balm, and I pulled the rope snugly into her crotch.
I donned comfortable shoes for a scenic walk and leashed her barefooted behind me through the woods. The constrained positioning of her arms as well as the rocky terrain presented challenges for her to keep up, but the increasing pressure on the balm-filled knots in her crotch motivated her.
Halfway through the walk, she pleaded for a rest. A stump next to the track would make for a comfortable seat. I took a chair, guided her to her knees, and pulled her head into my cunt. With no directions given, her tongue dove deep into my cunt, anxiously waiting for me to instruct before commencing. After experiencing my second orgasm, I stood up and tethered her back on her feet. Despite the exhaustion, she persisted without complaining.
Once we returned to the house, I removed the ropes securing her body. She relieved herself outdoors and dragged along a bag of her feces with her teeth. I had her present herself with her hands behind her head, wiped her body clean with the garden hose, and cleaned her anus and vagina with the cold jet stream.
I inspected her feet and noticed minor cuts, but no severe damage. I allowed her to lie down on the floor, and I showered and dressed. I fastened tight jeans, a blouse, and knee-high boots with a scant heel. I buckled strappy high heels onto her bruised heels. The heavy collar went back around her neck. I reattached the wrist and ankle cuffs, connected by chains, including a short chain that connected the collar to her wrist cuffs in front of her. I attached the leash to her collar and we went out.
I grabbed the excrement bags from the porch and she dutifully dragged them with her teeth. I navigated her down to the barn. We walked slowly, especially on the gravel section, as she struggled with the stilettos on her feet and the hobble chain impeding her steps.
We arrived at the barn, just as anticipated. The outside was empty when we approached. Upon entering the barn, we were welcomed by Pedro, the Hispanic head farmer. He greeted us and accepted the trash bags we brought. I told him, "I heard you needed aid with mucking the stalls, so here's some help and a bit of entertainment for yourself. Use her however you want; I'll be back in a couple of hours." Pedro's expression was priceless as I presented him with a leash and left the barn.
Arriving at the house, I caught Master observing the barn on a closed-circuit camera. I disrobed as I entered and knelt at his feet. Together, we watched as Pedro and the female guest received Master's cock in her ass.
This guest had specific desires, which included humiliation and a gang bang. Consequently, mucking out the stalls and the subsequent gang bang by the farmhands met her demands. Being conscious of the wildlife, most livestock are kept in the barn overnight. Their waste builds up in the stalls and requires regular removal to control odor, flies, and hoof issues. Pedro and Master had devised the most degrading way for her to clean, and they didn't skip a beat: they had not cleaned two stalls for a few days specifically for her.
Her wrists were chained and connected to her collar, hindering her from using a shovel. Pedro directed her to one of the prepared stalls, where he helped her onto her knees, allowing her face to just inches from the muck on the stall floor. To motivate her, Pedro swatted her ass with a quirt repeatedly. With each swat, she became more focused and diligent in removing the waste with the dustpan and dumping it into a wheelbarrow.
After about an hour, the other two farmhands came back to the barn for their morning rest. Her unease was evident as she frequently glanced their way. As per our instructions, they made crude remarks about the naked female with the ample backside cleaning the stall. Eventually, Pedro questioned her if she wanted to keep mucking the stalls or join the farmhands for their break. She hesitated, then realized it was an invitation, and her face lit up with excitement. Pedro led her through the barn toward the farmhands, who continued to comment on her exposed assets, chain-collar, and lewd behavior.
When they reached the break room, they set up her water bowl on the floor and filled their coffee cups and grabbed breakfast rolls. She hesitated, but only momentarily; as soon as she realized what was happening, she nodded. Pedro took her leash and guided her towards the farmhands, who were eagerly awaiting her. The farmhands refilled her water bowl and then seized her, caressing her body and offering her assistance. Pedro maintained control, overseeing the actions and ensuring her safety.
Once inside the break room, the men swiftly moved in. They filled her water bowl, which sat on the floor. After gulping down her water, one of the men unzipped his pants and presented his penis to her. She prepared to suck his cock, meeting his excitement. The farmhands were visibly surprised when they saw my Master observing, giving the green light for them to proceed. With gusto, they took turns using her mouth, hands, breasts, anus, and any other available aperture. They did not hold back. Master, meanwhile, filled and plugged me. Each of the three farmhands had penetrated my body several times, while at least one had managed three times.
In the end, the men were exhausted. They were gathered around the table finishing their coffee and Danish. Our visitor remained on the bench, straddling Pedro, gently sucking on his softened penis while the languid flow of cum from her anus and vagina onto the bench was clearly visible, even on the video feed.
The two farmhands each gave her another forceful smack on her ass before going back to their tasks in the field. I cleaned Pedro's cock, put on my clothes, and went to the break room. The woman was still lying on the bench, still licking Pedro's penis. I inquired, "Do you want to go back to the house or continue mucking the stall until lunchtime when the crew returns?"
At first, I wasn't sure she heard or comprehended the question, but she eventually raised her head, gave Pedro a lingering kiss, and answered, "Although my mind craves more of today's excitement, my body is unwilling to return to mucking the filthy stall and my orifices are too sore for another thrilling gangbang.
She provided Pedro with another warm embrace and a passionate kiss, thanking him for the incredible day. Pedro had her lick and suck up the residual fluids on the bench before returning her leash to me. She inquired rather emphatically, "Could we walk back up to the house at a leisurely pace?"
I relinquished her leash and allowed her to lead the way. As I walked behind, I observed the persistent flow of cum from her anus and vagina dripping down her legs.
Upon returning to the house, she once again urinated outside, and I hosed her down, washing away most of the filth, dust, and cum from her body. I removed the chains, handcuffs, and necklace before instructing her to take an enema, a douche, and a cold shower to tidy up. She requested me to retie her hair and makeup before returning to my presence.
Sometime later, she returned to where I was seated on the couch. Kneeling naked between my legs, I posed the question, "Have I fulfilled your initial request for harsh punishment and humiliation, earlier in the day? Was it intense enough? Do you wish for any additional punishments or are you ready to move on to the second phase and if so, what should that entail?"
She beamed, "You have truly surpassed my greatest expectations, even exceeding my wildest fantasies. You pushed me to the brink repeatedly. You even went so far as to bring in a whip expert to assist you in pushing me further while maintaining my safety. It has been a necessary and unforgettable experience that I'll cherish until next year's visit."
She reflected for a moment or two, "Yes, I am prepared to transition to the second phase. During the remainder of your reservation time, you are my lesbian lover. You will make love to me, and I will to you. We will share meals, walks, and amusements here. We will each receive an enema daily to utilize each other's derrieres. The BDSM activities will be limited to your spanking my backside each day to see if you can leave it as blood red as it was on mine."
I chuckled, "It can be arranged."
She enthusiastically replied, "Thank you."
We had a delightful time together until she had to leave. As promised, I made love to her, and she made love to me. She even turned my ass as red as hers had been. She made a trip back to the barn for the crew's morning break and returned soiled but grinning. She reserved her stay for the same week the following year. She left a significant reimbursement payment for my injured bottom.
Master's son brought her vehicle and garments back to the house. As she dressed, I could still see the patterns of my whip lashes across her bottom, but the traces were fading. She provided me an ardent kiss, a forceful slap on my crimson ass, and then disappeared. I now envision next time.
My domme acquaintance, Julie, did indeed return for her scheduled whipping experience with me, but that is a different story.
Read also:
- My Close Friend, a Female, Fondled Me
- A Stepmother's Varied Testimony: Volume 3
- Listening to Their Groans: The Complete Narrative
- Slim, Youthful, and Well-Endowed in Part 2
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