Down on the Farm 07 by The_Technician.
Annabelle isn’t mad at Nicole and Nicole has done nothing wrong, but Annabelle feels that Nicole needs to know how she might be punished before she finally commits to a formal Mistress-slave relationship. , WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.
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Nicole arrived at the farm at exactly eight o’clock. At Annabelle’s direction, she parked her car at the house and stepped out naked. She left her small purse and the yellow and white sundress on the floor in front of the passenger seat.
“So, my naked little cowgirl,” Annabelle asked, “did you drive all the way naked?”
“Yes,” Nicole replied, “and my car wasn’t parked right next to the back doors of the apartment. It was at the back of the parking lot.” She took a deep breath and then said, “Maybe next time I will park out front.”
Annabelle laughed, “There are limits, cowgirl,” she said. “Don’t get too brazen in places that are too public. Some people would frown on you running around naked.”
Nicole’s shoulders slumped slightly, but raised again when Annabelle added, “… but I wouldn’t. And I know the public places that are safe… sort of.”
Nicole shuddered slightly as she remembered last weekend and her time as a naked ponygirl pulling Annabelle down the country road to Mistress Joan’s place.
“Did you know that I was going to tell you to come tomorrow morning instead of tonight?” Annabelle asked softly.
“No?..” Nicole replied, not knowing what else to say.
“But then you volunteered to be here tonight, eight pm, naked and I couldn’t let the opportunity pass,” Annabelle continued.
“What opportunity?” Nicole said. Her voice was a bit shaky with apprehension.
“To make love to you, of course,” Annabelle answered with a smile.
“Tonight you will find new pleasures as my naked little cowgirl in my bed,” Annabelle continued. “Tomorrow, you will find out how I will punish my bad little cowgirl.”
“Oh,” Nicole answered.
Annabelle could tell that she was still very nervous so she said, “For now forget about tomorrow. Just think of you and me in bed together with me kissing and stroking you and pressing my knee between your legs.”
As she spoke, Annabelle was running her hands down Nicole’s body and between her legs. When she said, “pressing my knee between your legs,” she pressed hard against Nicole’s clit with her fingertips. Nicole groaned loudly and nearly crumpled to the ground.
“Come, my naked little cowgirl,” Annabelle said as she walked up to the house. Nicole stood shakily taking short little breaths for just a moment and then followed her into the house and upstairs to her bedroom.
Annabelle did exactly as she had said she would do. She stroked Nicole’s breasts and legs until she was keening loudly and then slid on top of her with one leg pressed firmly between Nicole’s legs so that it was rubbing hard against Nicole’s cunt. At the same time, she was rubbing her own cunt against Nicole’s thigh. She slid up and down, up and down, pressing harder and harder against Nicole’s cunt while pressing her own cunt harder and harder against Nicole’s thigh. Finally Nicole could stand it no longer and exploded in an intense orgasm. Annabelle kept rubbing for several more minutes before allowing herself to release in an equally intense orgasm.
They then spent the next couple hours alternately taking each other high with their mouths. Annabelle liked to tease Nicole by licking and suckling at her breasts until Nicole was arching high off the bed and begging for relief. Nicole, on the other hand, was more direct and immediately attacked Annabelle’s cunt with her mouth, reaching up with her hands to occasionally tweak her Mistress’s nipples at the right moment to take her higher as she groaned out in climax. They both finally fell asleep around midnight.
It was nearly nine when Annabelle finally awakened. Nicole was in the kitchen fixing breakfast. When Annabelle entered the room, Nicole asked, “Am I allowed breakfast this morning, Mistress Ann?”
Annabelle immediately answered, “Yes, cowgirl, you may eat breakfast, but keep it light and drink plenty of liquids.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Nicole answered as she placed a plate of bacon and eggs with some toast in front of Annabelle. For herself, Nicole had prepared just some toast and jam. She washed that down with a glass of orange juice and several glasses of water.
“Well, my naked little cowgirl,” Annabelle asked when they were finished, “are you ready to find out how I will punish you if you deserve it?”
Nicole took a deep breath and then said, “Yes, Mistress Ann.”
“I am not mad at you,” Annabelle said evenly , “and you don’t deserve any punishment. But you are a very difficult little naked cowgirl to punish. You get off on pain. You get off on humiliation. You get off on just about anything that anyone would normally do to punish someone. But I think I have figured out what would truly punish you and today is just so you know what I will do to punish you when you do deserve punishment. Do you understand that?”
“Yes, Mistress Ann,” Nicole replied.
“There will be no stop safeword during this,” Annabelle said. “If you use the safe word ‘cityslicker’ or ‘cowgirl’ that will mean that you want things to end… everything. You go back to your life in the city and we both go on with our lives. Do you understand that?”
“Yes, Mistress Ann,” Nicole replied.
“If you agree to this, my naked little cowgirl,” Annabelle said softly, but firmly, “then respond with your safewords.”
Nicole swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and then said loudly, “cowgirl! cityslicker! Let’s do this, Mistress Ann.”
“OK,” Annabelle said with a smile. “Put this on and follow me out to the barn.”
Annabelle handed Nicole her black cowboy hat. She placed a white Stetson on her own head. There was a black leather band around the hat and a single leather strip hanging down from the back. It, too, was black, the color of denial.