A knot formed in my lower back as I struggled to ease the constant pull. My heels settled closer to the ground but the skin of my c**k never failed. After nearly two hours my Mistress returned.
“You’re lucky. If Sue didn’t want you to tend her feet again, you would have spent the night here. So get in there and do your job,” she said as she sliced through the tape right next to my skin.
That night I pleased both of them. Suzanne limited me to her feet, but Samantha used me for her other pleasures. So with days of hard labor and hours of bondage, punishment and pleasure, my vacation on the farm had come to an end.
In the morning we were on our way south and to life as normal.
