Springfield Agreement
Chapter Three
Springfield
I was obligated for five more days of servitude to Renee. We seemed to have hit a groove. She continued to use me as she saw fit. But conversation flowed easily between us. I loved looking at her when she was excited about a deal she was working on. But I knew, I simply loved looking at her.
Our speech was still very formal. I never forgot to address her as Mistress, and she always called me slave. We never spoke of my impending freedom. I simply enjoyed the journey, quite often falling asleep while rubbing her feet.
This night she came in and had me give her head as usual. And quite enthusiastically. When she was done with me, I served her the evening meal, gave her a glass of white wine and washed the dishes. She smiled when I stepped back onto the patio.
"That was excellent fried chicken, slave. I do appreciate your efforts in the kitchen."
"Thank you, Mistress. Please don't be offended, but you were enthusiastic this evening. I always appreciate your enthusiasm."
"Maybe it takes a good slave to bring that enthusiasm out. S-l-a-v-e."
She always got to me when she drug-out the word slave. But her compliments made me smile.
"I am wondering about something else, tonight, slave. Do you trust me?"
"Of course, Mistress."
"OK. The month is almost over. I want to know how you'll react if I use a riding crop on you. Are you game?"
"Yes, Mistress. New territory for me."
"Good. I'll be right back."
She came back, minus the office clothes and wearing the black volleyball outfit.
"Follow me, slave."
We walked to the dungeon, and she asked me about my pain tolerance. I thought it was pretty good, as long as she wasn't going to draw and quarter me.
"I prefer you in one piece, slave. But occasionally, I would like to hear you shriek a little. It's a nice thing to have a slave that can take a trimming. It's a power game, you know. I like to take a little more power a few times a year. How much can you give up? Rhetorically, speaking?
"Also, whipping a man is a very intimate process. But not only for me. Being whipped is also an intimate scene. So, I want to film this scene. You have already been photographed several times. If we film this, I believe that both of us will enjoy watching the movie. Is that agreeable to you, slave?"
"Yes, Mistress." I really wasn't sure about that, but she could talk me into anything.
We stepped into the shop and she quickly had three cameras on tripods set around the area we would be in. She led me to a hoist, tied my wrists and lifted my arms over my head with the hoist. She spread my ankles and tied them to collapsible rings screwed to the floor. She drew me up tight, but my feet were still on the concrete. Then she removed my cock cage. She checked the cameras, which were already running. With them aligned to her satisfaction, she went to select a riding crop.
There was a wall with riding crops, several whips mounted on sticks, and two honest bull whips.
"Now. I'm going to use this riding crop on you, slave. This is not an endurance test. If I hurt you too much, tell me. You may like a bit of pain. That is why we are here, to find out. OK?"
"Yes, Mistress."
She grabbed my balls forcefully. "Serious now, slave. Don't go further than you are comfortable with."
"Mistress, I will. Honest. And I trust you."
"Very good, slave."
She took the riding crop and swatted me hard on the right buttock, watching my reaction. A few light slaps on the thighs, then a hard slap to the left buttock. She was in no hurry. And I was semi-erect. She held the crop between my legs and looked me in the eyes, smiling as she did. A light slap on my balls. And again. Again. I had a full, massive hard-on.
"Hmmm. That is the reaction I was hoping to see, slave. Enjoying yourself so far?"
"Yes, Mistress." I was so embarrassed. My face felt like a sun, it glowed so hot. Man! And the way she looked at me! Cool. Calm. In control. And she was clearly enjoying herself. I was too, though I was a bit confused over my excitement with the abuse she was dealing me.
She slowly walked around me while using the riding crop on me. My back, the legs, my chest and stomach, my balls and cock. I was so turned on! She stopped and dealt a dozen hard blows to my butt. She stepped in front of me and held my cock.
"Do you want me to stop, slave? Wow! That was a vigorous throb! I am impressed. Let's torment you a little longer. Since you are enjoying yourself."
She took a step ball and began lightly hitting my cock and balls again. Then she began circling me again, dealing her blows out everywhere. This went on for forty-five minutes and my erection never softened. She began slapping my balls again and I began humping the air.
"OK, we better give you a rest, slave. Let's let your excitement cool a little." She cupped my balls in her hand and she put a very wet tongue into my ear. "Tell me what you think, slave," she whispered in my wet ear.
"This is all new to me, Mistress. I'm a bit surprised at my reaction to the pain. Not that the pain has been that bad. But I am wondering, uh, if the pain, uh....would you use a whip on me, Mistress?"
"Does my Colorado cowboy really want me to use a whip on him? Hmmm? That's a step up." She stepped in front of me and looked me in the eyes. "Why?"
"I just wonder what it would feel like, Mistress. I suppose the, uh, the experience is something I'd like to, uh, experience. Does that make sense?"
"Yes, it does, slave. Certainly, I wanted to experience male domination at one time." She smiled. "But, the cock weekend took care of that notion. So, let's try it. But listen, if it is too much, tell me. I will stop when you say stop. That is your safe-word. OK?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Alright. I haven't used a bullwhip in a long time, so we won't go that far. I'll use a whip stick on you. it can be controlled better, and it can even make you bleed."
She stepped to the wall and came back with a stick that had a single tail.
"Now, slave. I've had scenes with a half-dozen men that wanted to experience being whipped. Only one of them truly enjoyed it. Is this something that you've fantasized about before being my slave this month?"
"No, Mistress. It's only something I've thought of since being in your dungeon and seeing your whips on the wall."
"OK, very good. So, we'll start and see your reaction. I'm sure you'll lose that boner real quick." She gave my erection a light slap. "Remember, you are here now, for this experience. You have nothing to prove to me. If it hurts you too much, just say 'stop', and I will stop. Understood, slave?"
"Understood, Mistress."
"OK. We will start very slow, with time between each lash. Partly to let me enjoy the process, but mostly to let you feel the pain, to savor the experience." She gripped my balls again as she looked in my eyes, smiling. "Remember your safe-word." A light squeeze and she stepped behind me. My cock throbbed with this new adventure.
I was disappointed that the whipping wasn't what I thought it would be, I took five lashes to the right shoulder easily. Renee circled around, asking how I was doing. So far, so good, I said. No complaints. I just knew that she would increase the difficulty.
She stepped behind me and delivered five lashes to my left shoulder. She came around again.
"You could easily stand a firmer lash, couldn't you, slave?"
"I agree, Mistress."
She gazed at my hard-on and grinned. "We are both going to enjoy this next round, slave." She cupped my balls again, and whispered in my ear, "Take a few deep breaths while you can."
Five harder lashes to the right shoulder. It was noticeable, with fifteen or twenty seconds between each. There was a halt, I thought she was going to speak to me again, but the whip hit my left shoulder. The same pattern, I still never cried out. Twenty lashes altogether, and she stepped in front of me again.
"Hey, nice job, slave. You are doing very well. No need to use your safe-word?"
"No, Mistress, I'm OK."
"Very good, slave. I'll hit you harder now." She lightly traced her fingers over my chest and belly. "There is no shame in crying out, if you need to. Really, your cries will enhance my experience. But, we are mostly here for your benefit." She kissed my lips, very light. "Now, we move on."
She stepped behind me and really struck me hard. A loud "Aahhh" escaped from me. Another lash also caused me to cry out. This set of five came faster. She stepped in front of me again.
"How is it, slave?"
"I'm fine, Mistress. It is more pronounced, but I don't want you to stop."
My erection had gone down while she was whipping me, but it sprang back up when she cupped my balls. She looked at my hard-on with a smile, then at me.
"OK, slave. You know I like to keep everything even, five more to your left side."
She released my balls and stepped behind me. Five lashes to the left, also faster, each caused me to cry out. I breathed deep gulps of air while she lightly traced her fingers over my shoulders. Thirty lashes.
She stepped in front of me again with that supreme look of control on her face. "What would you think if I made you bleed a bit, slave?"
I could feel the stinging on my back and my shaft getting fully hard again as I met her gaze. Damn! She was the Master of this domain!
"Do it, Mistress. Go ahead, make me bleed."
She put several fingers under my chin. "A harsher blow will make you bleed. Is that what you want, slave?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good boy."
She stepped behind me and popped the single tail in the air twice. Then it came down on my right shoulder, hard. There was no stifling that cry. Another lash and I cried out. Then eight more, each drawing a cry of pain from me. "This is so awesome!" passed through my mind. She traced over my shoulder.
"We have three lashes bleeding, slave." She stepped in front of me. "Tell me what you think."
"This is awesome, Mistress."
"Well. Aren't you the glutton for punishment? Slave." That long, drawn out slave. "OK. Ten more will be fifty lashes. That is a good place to stop for a neophyte."
She stepped behind me and delivered the ten blows to my left with the same severity. I cried out with each lash. I wished I could see her whipping me. Ohhh! The cameras! I hoped the video of this scene would show a good picture of her whipping me!
She whipped me ten times on the left shoulder. Hard, measured strikes that caused me to cry out in wonderful pain. I stayed semi-hard through the last session, but when Renee stepped in front of me I became fully erect.
"Are you OK, slave? Nevermind. You are aroused again!"
"Yes, Mistress, I am. How about you?"
"Oh, yeah, slave. I am turned on."
"Could we try twenty more, Mistress?"
"Really, slave? You want another twenty?"
"If it's OK with you, Mistress."
She smiled as she took in a deep breath. "OK, slave. Twenty more. And harder."
When she was behind me, she started right in. Harder, but slower. I yelled with each measured lash. My right shoulder was on fire. Each strike of the whip felt like it cut through me. This set took longer due to her slower pace, the agony of her beating was a huge turn-on for me. I didn't stay semi-hard with this set, my erection was full and hard. When she finally completed the right side, she stepped to the other side of me and slowly whipped ten hard blows on my left shoulder. Each lash cut through me, and she took her time. When she stepped in front of me again, she looked like a Queen. My hard-on was raging. Renee touched me lightly there, while looking in my eyes. She stroked me once.
"Mistress! Wait! Wait! Oohhh! It's too, oohhh!"
I came so hard! It hit me like a train! I yelled with orgasmic lust. Good grief! My legs gave out and my knees buckled. The chain holding my wrist cuffs was the only thing that stopped me from hitting the floor. I just hung there by the leather cuffs, lost in the post-orgasmic haze. That may have been my best ever, number one orgasm. Brought on by a serious whipping by a beautiful babe.
"Wow! You have had a major orgasm, slave. About half of it sailed off and hit the floor, but I have some you need to eat."
It was difficult to open my eyes, but I tried. Her index and middle fingers were at my mouth. I just leaned forward and took them in, just sucking the cum off weakly. I couldn't even try to stand at the moment. The cum went down my throat and she pulled out and told me to clean the next two. I sucked that cum off her, still hanging there, with no help from my legs. The last of the cum slid down and Renee lifted my chin and kissed me, her tongue filling my mouth. She never seemed to be bothered by kissing me after I'd been eating cum. That always struck me as part of her persona, totally natural and free spirited.
"Can you stand yet?"
I tried, but my movements were slow and uncoordinated. She laughed a little.
"I'll drop you to the floor with the hoist, slave."
I came down slowly and let it lay me on the rug. Wow!
"You have fifteen blood trails on the shoulders, slave. You took a very good whipping. I'm going to wash your back and put some A&D ointment on it."
"I'll be able to get up in a minute, Mistress."
"Sshhh. This is aftercare, slave. I have really pushed your limits, now you need for your Mistress to provide care afterward. A bad Mistress would simply beat you and leave you to attend yourself. Let it happen."
I didn't say anything as she washed me and applied ointment to the wounds. Then an idea struck me.
"Has Bill ever needed this type of care from Angie? Mistress. Or Harold? From Jan?"
"No, slave. I am the only Mistress in Springfield that makes a slave bleed."
"OK, Mistress. I get the facetiousness. And I'm not complaining. That whipping was an eye opener for me. Now I can understand why the guy you whipped with a cane could cum all over an exercise horse. It was an experience I'll never forget. Thank you."
"OK, slave. I'm done here." She touched my cheek. "Let's get into bed. I won't restrain you. This night counts as aftercare also. Can you get up, or do I need to help you?"
"I can do it, Mistress." But I was amazed at how long it took me. And there was soreness on my back. Still, Renee stayed with me if I should need a hand.Iit was while getting up that I noticed Renee's crotch was soaked. She caught me looking.
"Sorry, Mistress. I couldn't help noticing the wetness."
"No offense taken, slave. Yes, I got soaked. And I had an orgasm myself when you collapsed with yours. Not quite as spectacular as yours, but very satisfying to me."
I needed to use the bathroom, and she stayed by my side to the door. I was impressed by the marks on my back. I started to get hard again when I looked in the mirror. Renee was waiting for me when the door opened. She walked with me to the bed and got me settled, then went to the bathroom.
When she came out she stripped and leaned over me.
"Look, slave." She pushed her soaked volleyball shorts into my nose. "You keep me in such a state of excitement."
We laughed over that.
"Now, slave." She took my hands between her palms. "Tell me about this evening. The good and the bad."
"Mistress, it was an unforgettable evening. It is going to be on my mind all day tomorrow. Thank you for the experience. And that orgasm when you touched my cock! Totally new territory for me. Is...have you seen this before? No, silly question. The night at the fitness place.
"Did you know that I was about to go when you touched me?"
"Not for sure, slave. But I thought it might be possible. But it was impressive to witness you going off like that." She kissed my hands. "So, are you OK with everything that happened tonight? And if you need time to think it over, that's fine."
"I'm fine with all of it, Mistress. I'll never forget it. Will the video you took of us show you while you were whipping me?"
That caused her to laugh loudly. "Is that the main thing on your mind right now, slave? Seeing me on the video?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Tell me why, slave."
"Well, uh, I couldn't see you while you were using the whip on me, Mistress. It would be interesting to see what you looked like while you were whipping me." She was looking at me with her eyebrows somewhat raised. "The truth is, Mistress, I think it would be a huge turn-on to see you while you were using the whip on me."
"Well, slave. I'll mention that to Angie. She'll edit it for me. I'll tell her to have a couple of long scenes of me using that whip on you." Her smile was radiant. "Have I awakened a huge masochistic streak in you, slave?"
I felt overwhelmed at that moment, and told her so. I would need a day to think about it. But looking at her right now, words failed me. I bent over to kiss her hands.
"Is that alright with you, Mistress?"
"Of course, slave. This aftercare is for you. Do you remember when you told me that you would be a good slave for me this month. That struck me as a positive sign. I've tried to be a good Mistress for you."
"Well, you have. I have enjoyed this month with you, Mistress. I don't want it to end."
"Shhh, shhh. Hush now, slave. We have our dinner date in four nights. We will have a leisurely meal and talk about it then."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to push you, Mistress. That was just on my mind and it popped out, I didn't mean to offend you."
"Hey. You have never offended me, slave." She rose up and kissed me. "You know, you have gotten me interested in the stargazing. I'd like to open the big door."
"Sounds good to me, Mistress."
She rose and opened the door while turning out everything except the indirect lighting. When she got back in bed I tried to put my arm around her and she accepted. We talked while hearing night sounds, while she rested her hand on my stomach. Silence finally came over us.
"I'm drifting off, slave. Let's have breakfast burritos at eight thirty."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Goodnight, slave."
It just came over me. "I'd sure like to make love to you, Mistress."
"Well, I'm right here, slave."
I laid across her and kissed her. She put her arms around me and met my tongue with hers. This was different. We kissed endlessly and touched each other. When I tried to lay between her legs she accepted. She was wet and eager. When I raised up to enter her, she guided me in with her hand. We moved slowly together, then she raised her knees to take me deeper. We looked into each other's eyes and made slow, sweet love. When she began thrusting faster I tried to raise up to hit her clit better, and it pushed her over the edge. I looked at her as she came. Her orgasm face was lovely and it pushed me over. I came inside her.
I tried to get my breathing under control. I was afraid she might push me off, I kissed her and tried to hold her tight. But Renee held me around my lower back and seemed to tolerate my ministrations. She smiled at me when I looked in her eyes and caressed her cheek.
"I could look in your eyes forever, Mistress."
"Hmmm. That whipping has brought out the romantic in you slave."
"This is a rare moment, Mistress. It was in my mind, so I thought I'd better say it."
"We've been getting to know each other this month. But, the deal was that you would be my slave for a month. S-l-a-v-e. But, also, good friends are sometimes given benefits. Now, I need to use the bathroom."
"Yes, Mistress." I slid off her and noticed the soreness in my shoulders."
When she came back to bed she told me I had kept her up past her bedtime and she needed to sleep.
"Sorry to keep you up so late, Mistress. But I was wondering, was the lovemaking part of the aftercare?"
"Oh, the questions, slave. Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"So did I, slave. Let's sleep." She kissed me and we lay on our backs and watched the Milky Way.
Dawn came so early. Renee wanted to check my back and she applied more ointment to the stripes.
"I really appreciate you doing this, Mistress."
"Aftercare, slave. A good slave deserves proper aftercare."
When she was done I took her hands and kissed them, while rolling on my back. She watched me kiss her hands. When I stopped she leaned over and kissed my lips. Then she made eye contact while she sat on my face. Soon she was rocking her hips and pulling my head into her crotch. I kneaded her breasts while she rode me. It was wonderful. After she came she turned around and guided me into her while watching me. She was the most visually oriented woman I had ever known. What a turn-on!
She rode me slowly, then increased the tempo. My back ached but she had me so excited. Soon we were both groaning and she drove her clit hard into my pubic bone and we came together.
I stroked her hair while we recovered. She raised up and kissed me. "Now, slave, clean me."
She sat on my face again and I yielded to her. Again. She watched as I cleaned her, and I met her gaze. She is definitely the dominant in this house, I thought. I tongued her out until she came on my face again. It was wonderful.
"Nice start, slave. We need to go. I want you to wash my hair and bathe me."
"It will be my pleasure, Mistress."
She applied more ointment to my shoulders and said, "you should probably wash these sheets today, slave. We have them reeking of sex." She grinned at me. "It's wonderful being young, isn't it?"
"I couldn't agree more, Mistress."
I carried the sheets as we walked to the house. She was more alert than I was. She stopped once and directed my attention to an eight-point buck lying beneath a red oak tree, chewing a cud. That buck was seventy yards away, nestled in moderate brush.
"It's been a long time since I had venison, slave. I may hunt deer this fall."
"Alright, Mistress. I love game meat. Yeah, I have an ought 6 at the ranch I was living on. I killed a young bull elk with it last fall."
"Oohhh! I would love to try elk meat sometime!"
"Well, if you like deer meat you will love elk meat."
We entered the kitchen at seven. I drew her bath and told her we were on her last bottle of shampoo. Bathing her had grown to be one of my favorite things, and I told her that.
"It is good to have a slave wash you, and do your hair. I'm glad you enjoy it. Tell me about the ranch you've been living on. How did this come to be?"
"Well, I've been a carpenter for three years, and helping the ranch owner on weekends. Not every weekend, but at least on Saturday's.
"Now, construction is tough in Colorado. The labor force is almost all Mexican, mainly illegal aliens. You could just see the way it was going. And I was helping the rancher on the side.
"He was about to trade in a tractor to get a larger model. So, I asked about buying it from him. It has a bucket on the front and an auger attachment for the back PTO. He was glad to sell it to me. He made me a good deal and still had more cash than the dealership would have allowed on a trade-in. It was a good deal for both of us, and I acquired a trailer to move it with, and I had another side hustle.
"We have lots of Californian's re-locating to Colorado. They all want a privacy fence in the back yard, even more sometimes. On new construction a lot of them will put up a fence that blocks the entrance to the neighbors' front door. So, I was picking up these jobs. Several times I picked up projects from out-of-towners that wanted their entire ten acre "ranch" fenced off. These were usually horse people.
"Then I was laid off from my job. The builder just said he had to make "other arrangements." When I drove by the job site I saw an entire Mexican crew framing the house. I know I made that guy money, but he wanted more.
"So, I asked the rancher if he had any more work available. He didn't, but when I told him I'd been laid off, he told me to move in a bunkhouse that wasn't being used. It's really for full-time help, but he can't afford to hire anyone. So that saved me the cost of an apartment.
"I did end up getting maybe twenty extra hours a week from him during the calving season. And I was picking up three or four fencing projects a month. So, really, I was doing OK. When the calves were born, I decided to come to Springfield to visit Bill and check out the employment opportunities here."
"So, you are a jack-of-all trades, slave."
"There are worse things, I suppose, Mistress. I'm not afraid of hard work, or getting dirty and sweaty. I think it can pay off. You just need to keep a side hustle going and always have a reserve for hard times. Or, maybe to make money. I'm sure you've met people that say 'it takes money to make money.'"
"That is a truism, slave."
"Agreed. Are you ready to rinse your hair, Mistress?"
"Yes, go ahead, slave."
I loved rinsing the shampoo out of her hair. Don't ask me why, it just looks neat, foaming out, scads at first, then less and less, and then nothing. Just clean hair that I labored over for her, keeping the heat not too close to her while running a brush through the hair. As it got close to being dry I was thinking how good she looked and was getting aroused.
"Oh dear. I should have locked you before starting this. S-l-a-v-e." She grinned at me.
"Sorry, Mistress. But you do look fine. You're going to cause heads to turn today."
"Well, aren't you gracious today, slave. Thank you. And you do a fine job with me on the baths. You know, I have dated a bit, and I did check out a couple of guys that wanted to slave for me. Both of them thought a bath should be done in five minutes. So, your attention is greatly appreciated. I need to get dressed."
I was on kind of a high after her last statement, but I recovered and made the breakfast burritos while she got dressed. When she came out in her black pin-striped suit she had a cock cage which only took her a minute to apply. When she locked me she put the key on a chain and dropped it on her chest, where it lay above her cleavage, which was the first time I had seen that. She ate, had me kiss her feet and left for the office. I mowed the yard and wondered how many people might see she was wearing a key.
And I wondered if I could keep myself busy in the Springfield area. And would I really be her long- term slave? The past few weeks had been very pleasant. I always looked forward to her return in the evening. And going without wearing clothes had become second nature for me. And the idea of leaving her and not seeing her again freaked me out.
And the meteors! Both times that she saw them, she had told me I would be her slave. That idea made me aroused, which hurt due to the cage. And that made me think of the key laying above her cleavage. Oh, sheesh. I iced down a few beers and went to the tanning field.
It didn't go well. Too many thoughts kept me restless. And I noticed the fence between the properties had been mowed at one time, now it was becoming overgrown. So, I hopped in the side by side and went back to the shop and checked the Case tractor with the bush hog. The fluids were good, and it fired right up, so I went to the fence line to get it mowed down.
The bush hog worked magic on the overgrowth, and I was quite pleased with myself. And then I came upon a gap in the fenceline. I opened it and went on the other side and mowed his part of the fenceline. This mowing made the fence look a lot better.
From my perch I could now see the lake completely, and that it had been mowed before. It seemed a little strange to mow another guys' property in the nude, while wearing a cock cage, but Renee said he seldom came up. So, I drove over there and mowed the overgrowth down.
When I got to the other side of the lake, I saw his cabin. It was built with railroad ties as a foundation, and still looked to be in good repair. Further over I saw a fence with a cattle chute and a dock where trucks could back up and load stock. So, this land had a cattle operation at one time. Likely quite a while back because the chute and fence were in disrepair.
Still, it looked like a nice property. You could probably raise eighty or a hundred beeves on it. Well, nothing to be done about it now. I did the mowing and decided not to do the front of his property due to my state of undress. But, it felt good just having some work to do.
I went back to Renee's tanning field and finished the day out there. I could not get the whipping scene out of my mind. Being so totally under Renee's control was a new experience, and I became aroused with the thought of it. Again!
She instructed me to make spaghetti and a salad for supper, with crusty garlic bread. Easy peasey. She was late getting home and tired from showing a cautious home buyer eight properties that he only found fault with. When she asked him what his ideal home would be like, he described it as she made a mark-up on the white board in her conference room. She may have talked him into building a new home, which he had not thought he could afford.
After the meal, she went to the patio while I washed the dishes. She had a glass of wine on the table beside her, but she was laid out with her eyes closed. When I offered a foot rub, she said yes, so I retrieved the Skin-So-Soft and sat in front of her. I removed her nylons and set her feet in my lap and slowly started in.
"That is a wonderful relaxer, slave," she said after a few minutes. She made eye contact with me and appeared ready to say something else, but didn't. It was OK. Massaging her feet with oil had gotten to be a high point with me. I enjoyed doing it, enjoyed watching her face as she relaxed.
"Did you use the Case tractor today, slave?"
"Yes, I did, Mistress. I mowed down the brush growing up next to your fence-line, and I found a gap between your land and the neighbor's, so I opened it and mowed his fence-line, also. From the top of the tractor I could see that his lake and cabin were in need of mowing, so I did that, too. I would have checked the front of his property, but somebody has banned me from wearing clothes, and I was afraid of being arrested."
"Well, aren't you the good neighbor. But, on the front of his property, that is covered by the County Sheriff. And the County Sheriff is the slave of Springfield's Police Chief. So, I'm sure you wouldn't have been in the County lock-up too long. We could make arrangements, slave."
Jokingly, I said, "Well, maybe I'll do the front of his property tomorrow, Mistress. It's a great way to pass the time."
Renee laughed and said, "I have a very full schedule tomorrow, slave, so let's don't. It'll be tough for me to get to you. You must be getting bored with nothing to do except mowing my lawn, cooking, cleaning for me and tanning."
"Well, Mistress, I do miss working with my hands. And that is why I look forward to you coming home so I can work on your feet."
"And you do very well with it, slave. Let me have them, I'm going to shower."
She left me alone with my thoughts. The County Sheriff was the Police Chief's slave. Wow. These women. Remarkable. A few minutes passed, then I heard her call from her bedroom.
"Slave. Come here."
I followed her order and found her in bed, naked, on her back with her knees in the air,
"More relaxation, slave. Eat me."
Really, really, remarkable women.
Later we lay in bed. She was satiated, I wasn't, but that's OK. She was happy. A few minutes later she rolled over and laid across my chest. Those brown eyes looked like you could get lost in there,
"Slave, if I told you I wanted your ass, would you give it to me?"
I laid there with a dumb look on my face. My ass. But she's looking at me, waiting for an answer. It's a domination thing. I trust her. Why not?
"Well, Mistress. Yes. Are you talking about a dildo in my backside? Uuhhh, help me out here. Please."
"I have a strap-on dildo, slave. And I'm thinking about fucking you with it. It's something a dominant woman does to her slave, partly to enforce submissive behavior on his part. And to enhance her dominant position. I would peg you, and you would be my bitch."
I smiled at her. And she smiled right back at me.
"This is really a thing, Mistress? I haven't denied you anything. You're a good Mistress. If you want my ass, you can have it."
"Very good answer, slave. We'll make arrangements. Not now. I need to sleep." She kissed me. "But, you still don't have permission to share this bed with me."
"Sleep well, Mistress."
I left the bedroom and slept on the patio again.
The day Renee was supposed to release me from servitude arrived. She brought the clothes I had been wearing home about six that evening. She didn't want me to service her, which was disappointing. But she carried an impressive, air, you might say. Of course. Her whole demeanor exuded self-assured confidence. She smiled at me, removed my cock cage and told me to get dressed and we would leave.
Feeling clothing on your skin was an odd feeling after a month of nudity. On the way to town, she told me that my truck would be there, and she had made a reservation at a local motel so I would have a chance to "decompress." I told her I was hoping to spend the night with her, but she removed her hand from the steering wheel and rested it on my thigh while shushing me. She told me that she was leaving town the next day to look at an investment property and would be gone a week.
She had already returned my phone to me and told me she had entered her phone number in the contacts section and that she wanted me to let her know when I arrived safely in Colorado, which touched my heart.
We sat at a table a way from the main area and ordered rib-eyes. The conversation was mainly about the property she might invest in, which she called a side-hustle. Which, she said, everyone should have, with a smile at me.
When the meal was over we ordered coffee. It was then that I noticed the waitress called her by name. I didn't comment on it, though.
"Now, David. tell me what you think." I looked at her a few moments before I could bring out the words, which I had been rehearsing all day. She was waiting, and I was dumbstruck. I wanted to hold her hand, but she wanted words. Thoughts. Bare your heart, Jones.
I inhaled a huge breath. "You are a remarkable woman, cousin. This entire month has flown by. I do need to go to Colorado to get my trailer and tractor. And my rifle. And, I killed an elk last fall. I'd like to put some steaks on dry ice and cook them for you." That brought a smile to her face.
"Bill told me that he benefits from a wife-led marriage, as did his father. I would too, if you'll have me. I think I can add to your life. I, uh, well, I really like you. Really like you. it's probably more than that. I love just sitting with you and talking, just being around you. I want you to be my queen. I would consider coming back to you the start of a great adventure." I was out of words.
"Tell me what you think, Renee."
"I have enjoyed your company this month, David. And you were a very good slave. You served me well.
"Losing Arthur hit me very hard. Sitting beside a hospital bed and holding the hand of the man you love while he slips away is a tough thing. But I was there for Arthur when he needed me, and I fulfilled my duty. Now, he's gone and I've grieved for him. But I'm ready to start living again.
"I like your attitude toward work, that means a lot to me. We are young and need to prepare for old age, or whatever. For all I know, I may need someone to sit beside my bed in ten years and hold my hand while I slip away. Life happens."
She gave me that mischievous grin. "We aren't going to be two sex-crazed twenty-seven year olds forever, right?"
I had to laugh. This was the same Renee I had met at Three Springs at the family re-union.
"I'm a young man, Renee, and I have a hard time looking at you and not thinking about sex. Or, whatever you desire. I've been happy with you and I'll do my best to make you happy."
I leaned over the table and reached across with my hands, palms up. She covered my hands with hers.
"You have made me very happy, David. I look forward to your return. You drive carefully, especially coming back with the trailer. We have an adventure in front of us."
Author note: Not many comments on this series. This is a first effort. Please tell me what you think, good or bad. And any constructive criticism is welcome. Thank you. Sagerooster
In the context of the provided text, here are two sentences that contain the given words: ['bdsmlr', 'Springfield Agreement', 'flr']:
- "Renee mentioned the Springfield Agreement, a binding contract that outlines the terms of our BDSM relationship, which she had drafted with the help of a legal expert."
- "In the following weeks, we delved deeper into our role-play, exploring various power dynamics and scenarios within the framework of our FLR arrangement, as outlined in the Springfield Agreement."