Message-ID: <16952eli$9811061549@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: jkl983@aol.com (Jkl983) Subject: Alex on the Farm (FFm) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19981020004422.01102.00002591@ng134.aol.com> +------------------ + | Alex on the Farm | | (2nd in a series) | +------------------ + This story contains a description of consensual B+D between two FemDoms and a sub male. If you are offended by this, stop reading now. ALEX ON THE FARM The sky was an incredible color of blue that day, punctuated by a few bright white clouds. The sun shone brightly as the soft, fluffy clouds drifted slowly across the sky, casting moving shadows on the ground below. My poetic thoughts were interrupted by Alex at my office door. She was dressed for summer in a light blue dress that accented her long, lean figure. Her dark winter clothes were banished to some back closet until the fall, and her fair skin was already beginning to darken with the start of her summer tan. Her hair was held back with another of her seemingly-inexhaustable supply of hair clips. "C'mon, we're taking the afternoon off." This was a welcome diversion, and quickly arranged. We both worked hard, and the boss was on vacation that week, so it was easy to get away. Little did I suspect where we were going. "I'll drive," she said. She pulled smartly out of the parking lot and sped to the highway. We had the windows open and the fresh spring air poured into the car. "We're going to visit my cousin in the country this afternoon. I called her this morning to chat, my Aunt and Uncle are out of town, and she is lonely. She is looking after the dairy farm, and I told her we would stop by to amuse her." I knew what that meant, and my heart quickened. There was a twinkle in her eye that disappeared as she put on her fancy designer sunglasses. "Your stuff is in the glove compartment, so get dressed." I opened the glove compartment to find a collar, wrist and ankle cuffs, handcuffs, and a blindfold. It's a good thing that she used a radar detector -- heaven forbid she get pulled over for speeding and have to get her license and registration! As we drove down the highway I removed my tie, folded it neatly, and put on the collar. Most of it was hidden by my shirt collar, but the area directly at my throat was visible -- Alex liked partial displays of my submission in public. The wrist cuffs went on easily after I unbuttoned my shirt cuffs, but as usual, the socks and shoes had to come off for the ankle cuffs. I left the handcuffs and the blindfold on the seat between us. Alex looked sophisticated and haughty in her sunglasses with her shoulder-length brown hair blowing in the breeze. After a pleasant 15 to 20-minute drive we were well out into the farm country. We got off the highway and spent about 10 more minutes going down a narrow, twisting road. Although we were only going about 40, it seemed like 70 on that back road. We passed a number of farms with their fences, farmhouses, barns, and silos before she pulled to the side of the road under the shade of a tree and ordered me to put on the blindfold. A little farther, I felt her slow and turn to the right. I heard the tires crunch over a gravel driveway as we went up a hill and down on the other side. She pulled to a stop, and I heard her call out to someone, apparently her cousin. After an exchange of pleasantries, during which I caught the name "Jean," my door was opened, and Alex took me by the arm. My bare feet on the gravel confirmed what my ears had suggested, and my nose confirmed our location as the wind shifted and the smell of the barn came to me. The door must have been open as the gravel turned to straw and the coolness of the shade came to me as a shock. Jean said that she was ready, and Alex let her take off my shirt. The cool breeze blew gently across my chest as I heard someone work a rope and pully. My hands were drawn in front of me, hooked together, and then, after Alex's OK, drawn up over my head until my feet barely touched the ground. I heard Alex say that she was going to get a bite to eat and change. Jean said that she had already eaten and would keep me company. Alex admonished me to be good, and I heard her turn and walk back out of the barn. I felt a tug at the back of my head as the blindfold was removed. Jean moved in front of me to take in the scene. She was shorter than me (especially since I was now drawn up), probably about 5'4". She also had shoulder-length hair, but as Alex' ended just above the shoulder, Jean's broke across the top of the shoulder and perhaps an inch or so lower. Her straight hair was a deep chestnut brown with a slight wave to it. Her body was stout and well-muscled from working on the farm. She was dressed in overalls with a pink tube top so that her shoulders were uncovered and from the side it was easy to look through the open coveralls and see the curve of her ample breasts. While Alex was a slim AA or B cup, Jean was definitely a natural C. I could see out the open door of the barn. The small hill hid us from the view of casual passers-by on the highway, and above it I could see the beautiful sky, clouds, and bright sunshine. Jean didn't say anything to me, but looked intensely into my eyes as she ran her fingertips over my chest. She moved behind me to take in my back, and I felt her arms encircle my waist and squeeze the buldge at the front of my pants. With a smooth motion she unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants, and slid down the zipper. Hooking her thumbs into the waist of my shorts, she slid both underwear and pants down to my ankles. I stepped out of them without being told, and they disappeared behind me to a hook on the wall next to my shirt. My naked cock throbbed as she moved back in front of me and brushed it quickly with her hand. Giggling, she backed away and fixed me with an unblinking stare as she slowly undid first the left and then the right snaps on her coveralls. The bib fell forward so that I got a good look at her tight abs and the pink tube top covering her breasts. "You seem very interested in my breasts -- would you like to suck them for me?" she asked. "Yes, Mistress Jean," I replied in a weak voice. She peeled down the tube top to her waist, exposing her nipples to me. I was right, she was definitely a C cup with large dark circles around full nipples. She let me leer at her for a few seconds, with a prideful stance like Kelly McGillis in the movie "Witness," and then moved close so that her nipples brushed against my chest. I tried to bend down to lick them, and the combination of my near-suspension and her short height made the effort comical. With a laugh she moved behind me. I could feel her breasts against my back as she reached around to play with my nipples from behind. I began to squirm and to pull against my bonds. "Where there's a will, there's a way," she said, and I heard a bale of hay being dragged. As she came into sight, I was able to see the muscles in her back, and her ribs were clearly outlined. She positioned the bale directly in front of me and stood on it so that her chest was now at my face. Eagerly I reached out with my tongue to lick first her left nipple and then her right as she moved her breasts across my face. I took her right nipple between my lips and began to suck gently. I was rewarded with a sigh of contentment as she reached forward to grab a handful of my hair and press my face closer to her breast. "And WHAT do you think you're doing!?!" Our little session was interrupted by Alex' shout. I could not see her because my face was buried in Jean's chest, but she must have finished changing and walked in on us. Neither of us were really listening for anyone, even walking across a gravel driveway. As Jean moved away, I could see Alex. I let out a gasp and nearly fainted at the sight of her. She was magnificant in a classic riding outfit. Her hair was tucked up inside a black riding helmet, and her long torso was clad in a tight red jacket with a frilly white collar. A silver broach was at her throat. On her hands were black leather gloves. Her tight tan riding pants accented her long legs and tight buns perfectly with just the hint of her pubic triangle in front. Of course the pants ended in shiny black riding boots, thankfully without spurs attached. Although her tone was harsh, there was a smile on her lips. Jean blushed as she pulled up her tube top and fished around for her coverall straps. Once she was put together, she hopped down off the hay bale. "There will be enough time to play once the chores are done," Alex commanded. A look at me and then another at her: "Get him outfitted now." Jean scurried away and returned a moment later with an armful of leather straps. Over my shoulders and around my chest the harnesses went, pulled tight and buckled down. There were a number of rings attached to it. A small collar went around my cock and balls, drawing them together and causing my balls to stick out from my body. I was still barefoot, but a slightly-too-large pair of workboots was found and lashed to my feet. "Let him down so we can get to work," Alex commanded. Jean untied the rope, and I gratefully lowered my hands. I suppose that I must have been half an inch taller after that stretch. Jean went up the ladder to the hayloft and stood there with a hook. Alex indicated that my job was to drag hay bales over to the pully, attach them to the rope, and lift them up to the loft where Jean would hook them and direct them into place as I lowered them. This didn't seem hard. The first 5 were easy, but the work got harder and harder after that. Jean was also sweating -- I could see the stains spreading on her tube top. Alex was supervising, and not even breaking a sweat. I, on the other hand, almost came each time I got a good look at her in that riding outfit. She looked like she was fit to go to the Derby, and I secretly hoped that she intended to ride me. "He's got some real horsepower," Jean called down. Alex smiled, and told her that that was a good idea. I was directed to pile the remaining three bales by the foot of the pully so that Alex could attach them for me. Before I could consider why she would help, she had me on all fours facing away from the loft. The end of the rope was attached to the back of my harness, and I was directed to crawl on all fours across the barn to lift the bales up like a horse. Jean offered that this was MUCH more amusing and appropriate, since with all the work I was beginning to smell like a horse. This was a lot tougher than lifting normally, so Alex encouraged me along with a few good whacks of her hand on my exposed ass. The leather was soft against my cheeks. After the first two bales she must have realized this since she took her glove off and gave it to me barehanded on the last one. Jean muscled the final bale into place in the loft and came back down the ladder. She and I both needed a drink after that workout, so they attached a lead to my collar and led me over to the small office in the barn. I was grateful for the boots, but the hay on the floor was murder on my knees. At the office, Jean took a root beer out of the small icebox, but Alex found a clean bowl (at least it looked clean to me), filled it with water, and laid it on the floor for me. After a moment's hesitation I put my head down and began to drink from the bowl -- anything was better than nothing. Alex decided that she was ready for her ride now, and Jean smiled knowingly. Letting me rise to my feet, the three of us walked to the back of the barn. As we passed through the back, Alex paused for a long whip like the ringmasters use in the circus. With a look at Jean, she said, "get the riding crop, too." Jean quickly obeyed. The back opened onto a corral area, as well as fields where the dairy herd was grazing. I stopped at the back door, uncertain that I wanted to go out naked except for my straps, but a firm tug on the leash and a sharp look from Alex told me that I had no choice. Luckily their farm sat down in the bowl of some small hills, and like most farms in the area, was set off from the neighboring homestead by a thick ridge of trees. Still, I felt very exposed as the sun beat down on areas that had never been uncovered before. Jean moved to the railing, climbed up to the top, and sat on the top rail holding her root beer and crop to watch the show. Alex moved to the center of the ring with the end of the long lead in her hand. With a florish, she commanded me to "Walk". Eyes straight ahead, I began to walk in a circle around the ring as directed. After a few trips around, she commanded "Trot." I took off at an easy jog, and Jean giggled on the rail. As I would pass her, she would reach down to touch my hair. One time I veered over to make it easy for her to touch me, and was rewarded by Alex with a firm tug on the lead and the crack of the whip -- it definitely focused my attention! At the command "Run," I really got moving. I was not in that good of shape, so I was beginning to get tired. As I slowed down, Alex would crack the whip, sometimes close to my ass and sometimes on it, to encourage me. I lost track of how many times I went around the ring, but I broke another heavy sweat. After what seemed like hours, Alex warmed me down through "Trot" and "Walk" -- that was a good aerobic workout. Unfortunately for me she still wanted her ride, however. She reeled me in on the lead, and had me turn around. With a swift motion she jumped up on my back, and I was allowed to reach back and put my hands under her firm thighs to help hold her up (and immobilize my hands). She directed me over to Jean, and before I knew what was happening, Jean had handed her down the crop. Alex had left her whip on the ground in the center of the ring. "Walk," Alex commanded. I set off with my beautiful load at a steady walk. Jean smiled a knowing smile, and after only a few trips around the ring I got the command to "Trot." This was a LOT harder, but Alex encouraged me with an occasional whack with the crop on my bare ass. I knew the "Run" was coming, but she moderated it with the command that it was only for three times around the ring. I was breathing hard already, and after two trips, I had to slow to a trot. Alex decided that extra encouragement with the crop was required, and I staggered home without dropping her. I let her off by Jean, who had come down from the railing. With a twinkle in her eye, Alex told Jean to put me away in the barn and then come in for dinner. With an affectionate rub under my chin and a slap on my ass, she let Jean lead me into the barn while she headed for the farmhouse. In the barn, Jean announced that I smelled like a horse. She had me stand in the middle of the barn and got the hose. I was ordered "Hands up!" before she turned on the water, which turned out to be icy-cold, straight out of the well. At least it was wet, but I was shivering immediately from it. Still dripping, she led me over to the ladder to the loft. My face went between two rungs, and a rope behind my head kept it in place. My hands and feet were tied to the side rails, and just to make sure I didn't go too far, the band around my cock was even tied to one of the steps with a piece of twine. Behind me, I head Jean unbutton her coveralls again, but this time they fell to the floor. The blindfold went back on me, but I could feel her press her naked breasts and hips against my back. Her hands circled me from behind and playfully pulled at my nipples. With a rustle, she moved in front of me and climbed a step up the ladder. This raised her nipples to my mouth, and I began to lick and suck as I knew she liked. Presently she pulled away, climbed higher, and presented her mound to me. Even blindfolded I could smell it, and did my best to lick and suck. I was rewarded with low moans from Jean. She climbed down and removed the blindfold so that she could torment me with her looks. My cock was throbbing, so she stroked it lightly and made me beg to cum. Just as I thought she would bring me to climax, I heard Alex say "Step away," and Jean scurried out of the way. Alex moved in front of me, dressed again in her office clothes. "Do you remember when you came with Liz the second time? The one without permission?" I admitted that this was true -- while Alex was out of the room on an earlier occaision, her niece, who had just used me for her "health class homework" had come back for a quick kiss and set me off again. "Well, you lost your chance to cum today with that bad behavior." I protested that I couldn't ride back to town in this condition, and saw Alex smile. Jean moved back in front of me, but she was back in her clothes. In her hand was a large pail of water. Even before they threw it on me, I knew it had to be ice cold. They both laughed. Still, after riding away from the farm with the blindfold on, Alex pulled to the side of the road, in the shade of another tree, and switched seats with me. For my trouble I got to drive her hot sports car the rest of the way back to work. I definitely like the farm life. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----