The Farm Ch. 06

Four weeks had passed since Mistress Emily and Mistress Jenny swapped slaves. To everyone’s surprise Jenny remained in possession of her newly acquired man. Rising to the challenge, she surpassed even Diana’s expectations. After the third of their weekly evaluations, Diana gave her complete control of Josh for the remainder of his stay. He was hers to train so long as Jenny didn’t do anything contrary to The Farm’s philosophy.

For Jenny, the whole ‘mistress thing’ had finally clicked. Emily had initially helped by giving her some well needed (and heeded) advice and during the past week Jenny had even sought counsel from her former nemesis Mistress Jacqueline. It was amazing for her to cogitate just how much the time apart from Jackie had healed the wounds from their initial confrontations. Things weren’t completely better but they were well on their way. The sore that still festered was the absence of Jordy in Jenny’s life. She missed him. She missed him badly. She missed being with him and despite the fact that they had only been together for a few days, it had been enough. Some suspected she was making more of Jordy than need be but Jenny knew there was more to her feelings than some adult form of puppy love. Jordy had made an indelible impression on her that she couldn’t, and didn’t want to shake.

They saw one another almost daily but those occurrences were more in passing than in time spent together. Ever since Mistress Emily assumed responsibility for Jordy he had been gagged whenever he left Emily’s room. So although Jenny saw her estranged slave she was never able to speak with him. What hadn’t been lost during most of these random incidents were the unspoken words conveyed through eye contact. Jenny could see his desire for her even though he couldn’t express it. And then there was the matter of his cock which always expressed his lust, want and desire. His erection always made her giggle. It served as their little gauge and it never disappointed. The response was pretty standard. He’d spot her; his cock would quickly rise from its semi-stupor and remain at attention for many minutes after she vanished. Even Emily became amused at how responsive he was to her presence.

Jenny spent the vast majority of her time with slave Joshua. The two of them had formed a noteworthy bond. His bond of course was much deeper than hers was to him but it was an indisputable fact that she had grown to have at least some feelings of motherly affection for the man at the other end of her leash.

And why wouldn’t she? Joshua had achieved much. Since that first run around the jogging trail and the onset of his low calorie diet, slave Joshua had lost 14 pounds. His body now looked visibly trimmer. The pouch that had been his belly was nearly gone. The six-pack hadn’t revealed itself but was now just barely hidden under an ever shrinking layer of body fat. Jenny figured he’d need another month before hitting his target weight and she had every intention of making sure he reached that goal.

But besides his physical changes, Jenny and Joshua had bonded as mistress and slave. A trust between them had formed that no longer required him to be leashed. A snap of her thumb brought him to Present Position. A flick of her hand was all that was needed for him to leave her presence and provide her with the privacy she desired without him listening in. Josh could now read her eyes and knew when his actions pleased or irritated her, and in recent days he had rarely seen the ‘I’m not pleased with you’ look on his mistress’s beautiful face.

Joshua was doing well in all aspects of his training. Even his oral skills had grown by leaps and bounds. From the outset Josh had shown a knack for cunnilingus. Jenny considered him to be ahead of the curve when compared to most men when it came to oral service. However, for as good as he was, she had refused to let him lick her to completion. It was a gift she wasn’t ready to give him and for whatever reason she wasn’t sure what made her hop off his face at the last minute and finish things with her fingers while he looked on in disbelief. What she did in the corn field that first time just happened. It felt like the right thing to do and ever since then Jenny had kept to that routine. For three weeks she let him bring her to the very edge before pushing his face aside or climbing off if he happened to be lying under her cunt. But yesterday things changed. She finally let him take her all the way and she rewarded him with a flow of her nectar that always came whenever she climaxed.

For Joshua, it was an emotional high like nothing he had ever experienced. He literally sobbed for several minutes after. Initially Jenny wasn’t sure what to think. Giving him permission to speak, he explained how he had longed to finish her. Confessing openly and honestly he explained how much it meant to see his mistress trust him to bring her to a place so sacred. He later pointed out that while married, his ex-wife had never been able to experience a climax despite how hard he tried to make denizli escort her cum. In the years that followed, and during that period of time in which he paid to please various mistresses in The Studio near where he lived, sex was something never permitted. Work, humiliation, and foot worship were the extents of the treats and rewards the hired mistresses provided for the many men wanting their services between the hours of 9 AM and 7 PM daily.

For Joshua, it had been reward enough to lap at Jenny’s furrow knowing that it would only take her a few more seconds of stimulation before she’d shudder and scream in that characteristic way she responded. He loved their nightly sessions where he got to be between her legs. Josh knew she loved the feel of his tongue bisecting her slit. There was no doubt she loved him tickling and flicking at her clitoris in that special way. The growing puffiness of her labia, the blossoming thickness of her inner folds that literally yawned open every time she became aroused gave him so much pleasure. And as the days of treating her to one glorious ‘almost-O’ after another came, Josh was given the honor of seeing Jenny finish herself with a few rubs of her fingers over her clit before exploding in violent spasms of joy.

Joshua got to witness her cumming. He got to hear what her orgasm must have felt like. Jenny had conditioned him to expect only this and to be satisfied with licking her to that ‘almost’ point every day. That was until yesterday. Yesterday opened an entirely new world to his service-submissive mind.

Now that it was almost 10PM his cock stood bolt upright in anticipation of Jenny’s anticipated nightly routine.

“I see someone is excited.”

“Yes Mistress. I am. I love being your slave.” Josh felt the touch of her delicate fingers graze the underside of his cock as she walked past while he stood in Present position.

From inside the bathroom Jenny called back, “Why are you so hard tonight, slave? You don’t ever get that hard.”

“I’m hoping you will let me please you like you let me yesterday.”

“With your cock?” she asked and poked her head out through the open doorway so she could look him in the eye.

“No Mistress, with my mouth. You let me please you with my mouth yesterday. Remember?”

Returning to the sink she called, “Your mouth does make my pussy feel good. I have to admit that.”

When Jenny didn’t hear him comment, probably because she hadn’t asked him a question, she added, “Go lay on the bed slave. Get on your back. I’ll be out in a minute. Make sure you stay hard but don’t touch your cock.”

When Jenny reappeared she wore only her red bikini panties. Her voluptuous breasts dangled enchantingly from her thin torso. Climbing up and between his legs she knelt facing her slave. “We are going to do the same thing as last night. Do you think you can do even better tonight?”

“Yes Mistress. I will try my best.”

“What did you do wrong yesterday, my slave?”

“I came without your permission.”

“That’s right. You came all over me and all over you. That wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. It just happened.”

Jenny stroked his cock and gave his balls a firm and loving squeeze. “I believe you. And I am sure you understand why I needed to feed you your semen.”

“I understand. I know it was your way of punishing me.”

Jenny stopped stroking. She stared down at him with a puzzled expression. “No Joshua, that is not at all why I fed you’re your cum. I can’t believe you thought that. I didn’t feed you your cum to punish you. So you thought that?”

“Yes Mistress. I did.”

“Oh slave, I’m so sorry. It was my fault for not making things clear. You were correct in interpreting my anger as just that. But my anger had to do with you not maintaining control of your balls. I have a job to do. It’s quite simple and straightforward. It’s my job to teach you how to endure penile stimulation without ejaculating. That’s my job. It’s your job to demonstrate more restraint. Last night you didn’t do that and that is why I was upset with you. That’s why I made you work like a dog today. I didn’t want you to forget how important sexual control is to you becoming a sellable slave.”

“I thought about that all day,” Joshua admitted.

“Thought about what?”

“About me being better at resisting the urge to cum. I know I need to keep those muscles contracted so my cum stays where you want it to stay.”

“Well then, let’s hope we can do a better job tonight. Shall we?”

Jenny grinned and resumed rubbing her hand up and down over his thick shaft. He did have a nice cock. “But,” she added, “it’s important that you understand that I didn’t feed you your cum because you came.”

After almost a minute of silence Josh spoke, “Then why did you, Mistress?”

“I hoped you’d ask me to explain myself. Whenever you cum, you will always swallow your seed. It’s what slaves do. diyarbakır escort And I hope you learn to enjoy the taste of your cream. Did it bother you?”

“The taste?”

“Yes.”

“Not really. But it made me feel sad eating it. I thought you were forcing me to eat it because you were mad at me.”

Jenny nodded. “I was only mad that you came. I told you not to cum and you did. That’s where you went wrong. But after you did, I couldn’t undo what happened. Maybe I was still simmering from your accident when I fed you your cream. I’m sorry for not making my motives clear. I hope you can see the difference should it happen again.”

“I do. And again, I am truly sorry, Mistress.”

“Then let’s improve things; shall we?”

Josh nodded.

“Let’s see if you can last a full hour, I’m hoping you will.”

“I will try, Mistress Jenny.”

And with that Jenny lathered her hands with oil and transferred the lubricant to his penis and balls. Starting slow she rubbed and fondled his goods with both hands. Encouragingly she affirmed how nice his cock felt when it got hard like this and how pleased she was that she could stroke him for so long without having to worry about him ejaculating. Her hope, of course, was to condition him to respond to what she wanted as a woman, and as his mistress.

The Farm prided itself in training males to be sexually responsive and sexually disciplined. Erections were always praised when paired with deference. What they despised were men who looked at women as objects for their pleasure. Most men who came here had a good deal of the worldly belief instilled that needed reprogramming. Even though they had submissive desires, it was Mariko’s belief they would all eventually revert to alpha-male tendencies if not continually reinforced to believe they were here to serve.

Jenny was one of the fortunate mistresses however. Joshua had never expressed any desire to fuck a woman or use her for his own pleasure. Instead he prided himself in letting the mistresses do what they wanted with him. And during times like tonight Jenny knew she could do whatever she wanted to him. She loved playing with him like this. God it was fun. There was power in the teasing and denial process that was hard to describe.

“I want you to look right into my eyes slave. Watch me while I jerk you off. Tell me when you feel like the urge is getting too much to handle.”

“Yes Mistress.”

It only took another few minutes before he got there. Soon his breaths came more irregularly.

“Take a deep breath and try to relax. That’s it,” she praised. Her stroking continued. Now that he was close, his needed to retrain his body’s instincts in lieu of what she demanded. The entire prelude to what he felt now, mattered little. It was now that he needed to obey.

“Remember, you are doing this for me, slave. I know this feels good but I want you to remember, this is not about you. It’s about me and what I want to do to you. I want to torture you and it’s up to you to let me do what I want. Your cock belongs to me. Remember that. Focus on me. That’s it. Good boy. Keep your eyes on me and let me have my fun.”

A minute later she had to remind Josh again to relax and not tighten his abs or glutes. “Just relax. I love teasing you. You look so helpless like this,” she giggled. “This is my cock and I’m going to make you feel things you never thought possible. Mmmmm, I love it”

Jenny could tell he was anguishing over her physical and verbal torment but he was also holding up to her devious touches admirably. With one hand sliding over his member the other squeezed his balls with measured pressure. Only when the unavoidably ascension of his testicles against the underside of his pelvis began did she lessen the intensity of her penile massage.

“There we go slave. I think we are finally getting somewhere.”

Jenny smiled, stopped stroking to scratch her nose and then resumed. “Now remember, no accidents tonight. You are doing so well.”

Joshua nodded. Her hands felt so warm and caring, especially because he could see the love she had for his cock expressed through her eyes. To feel that degree of acceptance meant as much or more than the physical pleasure she permitted him to experience. Tonight was especially meaningful. Tonight she allowed him to look at her for such a long time. This wasn’t the norm. Mostly Jenny only let him gawk at her when he watched her from a distance like when she was talking to others or doing something nearby while he kneeled and waited for her to finish. To be able to gaze into those pretty brown eyes while she looked into his was almost reason enough to cum. Yet he focused on whatever muscles or nerves or ability he possessed to keep his cum where it was now.

“That’s it my slave,” she purred. “Resist the temptation. Don’t cum. Mmmm, I can feel how tight your balls are getting. I can tell you are so close.”

“Y-yes Mistress. It’s getting to that almost antalya escort point.”

“Do I need to stop?”

He dipped his head repeatedly, his movements made Jenny’s smile broaden.

With lightened strokes and using more fingers than palm she caressed the glistening pole and assessed the degree of his arousal with her other hand that continually clutched his balls. For several minutes she held him right there. He was acutely aroused and although she instructed him twice more to relax his breathing, it became almost impossible for him to obey for more than a half minute. The thought that she could manipulate his mind to this degree, simply by applying a little bit of friction to this special part of him was quite the power trip. And in effect, it was just that. He was hers to play with however she wished and even though this was one of the “Phase Three” goals and was an expected part of his training, Jenny never tired of feeling the power-rush that came with a good mind-fuck.

“Real close!” he suddenly warned.

Instantly, Jenny did two things. With her left hand she yanked hard on his sac and forcefully pulled his balls away from his body. With her right hand she squeezed his sensitive head hard. Josh gasped at the noxious stimulus. It was all he needed to curb the urge to cum. Once his scrotum relaxed, Mistress resumed the rhythmical milking of his balls and proceeded to violate his cock again.

Although Joshua didn’t have that “I need to cum right now feeling” Jenny’s touches made him feel like he it wouldn’t take long before he got back to that scary edge. He sighed audibly.

“What do you say slave?” She whispered.

“Thank you for making me get so close to cumming, Mistress.”

“Good boy. You are such an obedient slave. I love teasing you. It makes me very happy.”

Her slave smiled and nodded.

Jenny repeated the process, taking him back where he just was. Jenny made him call out, “I’m real close” at least ten more times. After about 45 minutes of teasing and knowing he probably felt like his cock was about to explode, Jenny decided he had had enough. Without further ado she slipped out of her panties and climbed up on his face. She knelt right over his mouth but far enough above him that he couldn’t reach her muffin

Staring down at the helpless soul she said, “Beg.”

Joshua looked up with those puppy-dog eyes. Looking past her wet pussy and beyond her tempting orbs dangling with tops crowned with perky brown nubs, he gazed into the eyes of his mistress. He lay frozen for several in time. Josh understood what she wanted. He ached to feel her soft pussy lips against his mouth.

“May I please lick your pussy, Mistress?”

“More. I want more.” She let a long drool of spittle fall from her mouth. Josh opened his just in time to get it. Jenny smiled.

“Please Mistress Jenny. Please let me lick your beautiful pussy and bring you to the orgasm you deserve. Please Mistress? May I? Please?” His words trailed off almost pitifully.

“That’s more like it. Yes slave you may.”

Jenny spread her thighs wider, letting her knees slide on the plush cotton sheets until her muffin planted itself firmly over his gaped mouth. With a sigh and a squeeze of her tits Jenny slowly inhaled, closed her eyes and let the luxurious sensations from down below begin their magical work on her mind. Jenny never tired of being eaten. Cunnilingus was the best! “This is what I have to look forward to every day!” she thought. Indeed this was the dream-life of every woman. To rule with love and kindness (and sometimes firmness) over a man who wanted nothing more than to please and serve.

Joshua was the complete package when it came to being a male slave. During the past month of his training, she had seen no evidence to contradict that premise. However, even with the perfect man to train, she trained him with a fair amount of trepidation. More than anything, Jenny wanted to regain the confidence of Diana and Jacqueline and whoever else oversaw the many mistresses. She had doubts about whether or not she had the required temperament to really train a slave. There were so many mental hurdles to overcome and although she had overcome everyone since taking on Josh, she wasn’t sure if she could do everything they wanted of her..

Jenny had come to The Farm with the premonition that this was a place where men were objectified, beaten and sometimes tortured. Much of her opinion had to do with what she had learned from Bobby and the stories he told while with his first mistress – Debra’s sister Sharon. It was Sharon who had first subdued him. But unlike her experience so far at The Farm, Sharon did so with an often used brutal hand. Bobby had been beaten, humiliated, and been treated with no more thought than one would give a stray dog that no one wanted. It was from that life that he came to be with Mistress Debra.

Fortunately for Bobby, Debra had a diametrically opposing view on how to govern a man. Jenny considered Debra as a woman to model. Deb was kind yet firm. They had the same temperaments and that is what made working here so difficult initially. Jenny came here with the impression that this place was a place that tortured men. She envisioned The Farm through the lens of Deb’s sister – a lens where all the women relished the chance to beat their man to a pulp.