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| BDSM stories - Bondage, D/s, and other power games stories. READ MORE STORIES The Storm Pt. The long weekend finally arrived and after Julia, Barb and I had a quick dinner with Sam, the three of us plus Rebecca departed to spend the holiday up on the farm, “The Haven”. I had borrowed a baby’s travel seat for Rebecca and she and Julia were happily exchanging baby talk in the back seat as we cruised up the highway. A coupleof hours after we left the city rain started to fall and soon I was driving slowly through another country storm. “It seems that “The Haven” and I are a recipe for heavy rain.” I commented as I peered through the wet windscreen. “The farmers won’t be complaining.” Julia said, “We need every drop after the long drought. The rain won’t bother us when we get there and anyway, I’m sure we can find plenty of activities to keep us busy inside.” “Yes you have TV up here don’t you?” I asked. “I can’t miss the football.” Barb laughed, “Football! You won’t have time for football with us on your hands my love.” I decided a quick change of topic was in order. “Speaking of TV, did either of you see that documentary on BDSM that was on Channel 8 earlier this year?” “Yes, I did.” Barb and Julia said in unison and giggled. “Well, I was talking to a friend at the channel today, do you remember the couple in that show, Matthew and his submissive Melissa? They gave the spanking and whipping demonstration.” “Yes.” The girlschorused. “Ok, do you also remember that Learjet that crashed a few months ago up near Minke Island? It was found way off course earlier this week. Matthew and Melissa were on that plane, there were no survivors of course.” “Oh really?” Barb said quietly, “That’s awful, they seemed like really nice people on the show.” “Yes, according to my friend they were flying to the island to get married.” “That’s so sad.” Julia said from the back seat. “But at least they went together. Can we change the subject please? I want this to be a happy weekend.” Up ahead I saw the lights of a roadhouse through the driving rain and asked, “How about we stop for coffee, the rain might ease off while we do?” The girls cheerfully agreed with my idea and we stopped for around thirty minutes for snacks and drinks. Fortunately the rain did abate and the rest of our journey was completed in better conditions. It had almost stopped raining by the time I turned off the highway onto the muddy track leading to the farm. I stopped my car under the shelter at the rear of the farmhouse and Barb and I unloaded the luggage while Julia went ahead inside with Rebecca. I made to take our bags to the guest room off the verandah but Barb said, “No, not there honey, we will use one of the inside bedrooms. Come on, I’ll show you which one, I’ve been here many times.” After placing the bags in the respective bedrooms Barb and I found Julia sitting at the kitchen table feeding Rebecca. She looked at me and laughed, “Reminds me of the first time we met Jeffie, you couldn’t take your eyes off my boobs could you?” “I don’t blame him.” Barb replied before I could answer. “You have a great set my friend.” “Oooooooo, thank you.” Julia said as a shiver ran through her body. To my surprise she changed the subject and asked, “Jeff, would you mind opening the windows in the rooms we will be using? They get stuffy and some country air will soon freshen them up.” I wandered through the house opening the windows, stopping in Sam and Julia’s bedroom to look through the two-way mirror into the living room. I grinned at the memories of my first visit here, Sam certainly would have had a front row seat when I spanked and screwed his lovely wife. Not for the first time I wondered about the fates that had brought me to Julia and Sam, and later the wonderful Barb. “You took your time.” Barb said as I returned to the kitchen. I laughed and replied; “I was looking through the mirror from Sam and Julia’s bedroom and reminiscing about how we met.” Julia laughed. “I’ll never forget the look on your face when Sam came into the room in his wheelchair, I thought your jaw was going to hit the floor.” ”If I’d had pants on I probably would have shit myself.” I admitted as I took Barb in my arms, hugging her to me and patting her bottom. “But it turned out very well in the end, and what a lovely end.” As we were laughing the phone rang and as Julia moved to answer it she said, “I wonder who that could be at this late hour? It’s not Sam, he lets it ring twice, stops and then rings again and anyway I messaged his mobile to let him know we arrived ok.” “Hello?” Julia said hesitantly. “Oh Kyle, it’s you, did you see our lights on?” She put a hand over the mouthpiece and whispered, “Our neighbor.” Barb and I nodded as Julia continued, “No, Sam drew the short straw and had to work over the weekend, Barb is here with Jeff, her new man.” Julia paused as Kyle managed to say a few words. “Yes Kyle, ohhhh that would be great, yes I’m sure my friends will come, about eleven o’clock, alright? Ok thanks Kyle, see you then.” Julia hung up the phone, grinned wickedly and said, “We have been invited to watch a live sex show tomorrow.” “Oh yes?” I said warily. Julia grinned, “Yes his prize stallion is mating with a special mare.” Her eyes flashed with excitement. “You have to come and watch, it’s sooooo thrilling.” “I’d love to come,” Barb exclaimed. “I love watching horses at the races.” She hugged me and asked, “Can we go Sir, please? Suck your cock if you say yes, he he.” I laughed, “A blow job! How can I resist an offer like that? But I’ll wait until tomorrow; I’m tired after a busy week and the drive up. It’s bed time for me, coming wench?” “Yes Sir!” Barb saluted then gave Julia a hug and kiss. “You ok if we hit the sack hon?” “Of course kids, I could do with a good long sleep myself.” Julia kissed both of us and said, “Goodnight Sir Jeffery Knight and Lady Barbara, sleep well, see you in the morning.” As Barb and I moved out of the kitchen, we could hear Julia giggling then saying out loud, “I wonder why they called them blow jobs? It’s really a suck job. Oh well, as long as it’s fun.” I was woken in the morning by the smell of bacon wafting down the hall from the kitchen. Barb was already out of bed and as I heard the girls giggling I wondered what mischief they were planning. I grabbed my robe and mock-staggered into the kitchen. “What time is it?” I asked, blinking my bleary eyes as I fell into a chair. Barb hugged and kissed me. “Nine o’clock sleepyhead, time you were up. We have been awake for a couple of hours." Julia blew me a kiss as she tended to the bacon and eggs. “And what plans have you been hatching?” I asked. “And no eggs hatching puns please.” “Us? Plans?” Barb giggled. “How could you have such thoughts my Master? Surely you are yoking?” “We have been talking babies.” Julia said with a groan, “Amongst other things.” I grinned at the girls, “Whatever happens I’m sure it will be fun. Mmmm that breakfast smells good, I sure am hungry, must be the country air.” Julia served me a large breakfast as the three of us sat chatting. I felt as if I had known the girls for years, not just a few weeks, as we relaxed around the table. Time soon passed and I left the girls to clear up in the kitchen while I showered and dressed. While waiting for the girls as they used the bathrooms I slipped out to the barn and made some preparations that I hoped would be useful later that day. Finally the three girls arrived and we drove the short distance over to the neighboring farm. Julia explained that she and Sam were part owners of the mare being serviced today and the stallion belonged to a race-winning stable in the city. They were hoping that the colt or filly would eventually become a successful racehorse, if luck went their way. “What are the names of the horses?” I asked. “Sexy Mistress is ours and the stallion is Diamond Prince.” Julia replied. “Sex and diamonds, what more could a girl want?” I laughed. “Well for me, a damn good spanking.” Barb giggled. “I second Barb’s motion.” Julia laughed, “And this afternoon please Sir Jeffie.” “Ok, I promise.” I replied as I stopped my car in front of the large stables at the neighbor’s farm where a small group of people were gathered. Julia introduced Barb and I to the neighbors, Kyle and Alison and also to the stable handlers who were involved with organizing the horses. Alison was happy to take Rebecca inside the farmhouse away from the dust and noise as Kyle directed us to the best place in the stables to watch the proceedings. The breeding pen was set up in a specially prepared stall that had padding so the mare would not be hurt. Sexy Mistress was tethered fronting a lower wall with two leads to prevent her from turning her head to see what was happening behind. Kyle explained that her legs were hobbled, rear legs to forelegs to prevent kicking as some mares were very skittish. Sexy Mistress had already been “teased” by another stallion to excite the mare as the arousal scent has a stimulating effect on the stallion. NEXT >>> Emma is Used in the House of her Mistress Chapter 1 We waved our respective husbands goodbye on their business trip together and my heart was pounding. Standing, I could smell the warmth of her perfume, I watched the movement of her body and the caress of her hair surreptitiously. I wanted to touch her, be touched by her. I was horny. I was reluctantly becoming used to having to do whatever Susan asked of me again. It scared me, but it also excited me a little more every time Susan asked me to do something. We had never spent a night together before this. Now we had the prospect of nights and days. Susan had known about the trip before me and she had invited me, via our husbands, to stay with her at her home while they were away. Andrew and John thought it was a wonderful idea. I was terrified but I also knew I was deeply excited by the idea. What would she expect of me? I had sat at home trembling as time passed, by the thought of what Susan might ask me to do. It could be something really nice, but at the same time I was utterly terrified by the prospect of her dominance. It left me so vulnerable in my desire for her. The men went through into the passenger's section at the air terminal and disappeared. Susan turned and looked into my eyes. I felt my girlish blushes as she kissed my lips so tenderly in that public place. It still surprised me that after only a slight hesitation I returned her kiss. My vagina pulsed and I nearly swooned there and then. Her lips seemed to be playing with mine for the short time the kiss lasted. My eyes were still closed as she pulled away from the passionate but brief kiss. She smiled at me as I leaned forward trying to maintain the kiss. Feeling foolish I felt a fresh rush of embarrassment and blood to my face as I knew my response to her and the knowledge of the public place kicked in. My mouth opened and closed after the separation. Two women kissing in public. They could have been long lost friends meeting again after a long parting, but not like this kiss, this was a lovers kiss. If I had seen two other women kissing as we kissed I knew that I would have presumed something other than friendship, if others had seen me they would have been correct. The airport bar was dark and half full. We sat on leather seats in a corner with our glasses of wine. Susan unashamedly inspected me, and I felt it. It made me blush, I couldn't stop the blushing. Sitting, the leather chair was cool, and it stuck to my legs. Normally I hardly ever wore a dress I realised. She had made me dress me in nothing but a simple tank dress, buttoning all the way down the front, made of a purple silk, which seemed to whisper as I moved. She had told me skirts or dresses unless told otherwise. She liked my legs, I wasn't that impressed, but she told me that she did, so I did as I was bid. I had forgotten how uncomfortable it was to keep pulling it down and be sitting carefully. I was distracted and self-conscious by the sight of my thighs. I was also fidgeting as my knickers were becoming uncomfortably damp. My initial fears had been quite simply over-ruled by Susan once she had dominated me the time we met again. Meeting my ex-teacher again. A teacher who I had submitted to lovingly, sexually, submissively. I wanted her as much, if not more, than when I was her pupil. I felt her pupil still. I had willingly given myself to her as a frustrated school student. Over the following years I had constantly remembered and fantasised about our feverishly heated sex, my desperate submission, her easy dominance of me, even when doing the most trivial things. It embarrassed me now what she had me do for her at times. It excited me too, I reluctantly admitted to myself. I had wanted to please her. I remembered how easily I had accepted she wanted and expected me naked in private, wanted her fingers on me and even in me in public places. I had wanted to show her that I would do anything for her even if she had me act like a slut. Over the years I had ached for those times, my body throbbing and lubricating freely because of her and what I had done for her. I was petrified that she would just see me as I was then, an easily led kid with a crush. Ten years older now, married now. She must know I couldn't possibly do all that now, but I felt things were falling apart since I met her again, since she had taken me again. I could not get Susan out of my mind. I hadn't been able to sleep properly for nights after giving myself to Susan again. I had expected her to get in touch immediately but she hadn't and it left me in frantic turmoil. Eventually, as I was doing some ironing, she had phoned. NEXT >>> READ MORE STORIES |
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