Sarah's Steed

Chapter One-3

WHACK.

Nod and nod again. Jesus that hurt!

“Next we come to your status around here,” she said. “You are the lowest creature at this farm. You are the same as a dog. As such, I expect you to act as one anytime I have not specifically directed you to act otherwise. What I mean is that any time you are not engaged in other duties you will be on your hands and knees like a dog. You will act like a dog, follow me around like a dog, eat and drink like a dog, bark like a dog, and, of course, anytime you need to relieve yourself it will be done on all fours, like a dog. Is that clear?”

WHACK.

Nod.

She smiled wickedly as she said, “Now we come to the subject of your discipline. You will be whipped at any time that you are disrespectful, fail to properly obey an order, or I decide you require it. You may also be whipped anytime your wife Mistress desires it or as an entertainment for guests, or on those occasions when I choose to masturbate myself to orgasm while listening to you scream. Enough said, right?”

WHACK.

Nod.

“My god,” I thought, “this couldn’t be real.”

“Further, as to guests,” she continued laughingly, “from time to time I will be having guests in for visits or for parties. At times, you will serve as a party toy for my friends to do with as they please. Any degrading, demeaning, or disgusting thing they wish, any desire they have, any itch they wish to scratch you will be available for them to use. Sounds like fun, huh? For them at least.”

WHACK.

Nod.

“You will also be trained as a cart pony,” she continued. “There are miles of horse paths in the woods here and I very much enjoy having a slave pull me at a brisk trot through them. In addition, my friends also enjoy using my ponies and, of course, there are our weekly races. You will like pulling for me won’t you, slave?”

WHACK.

Nod.

“Finally,” she declared, “whenever you are not otherwise occupied you will serve as my personal servant. You will bathe me, massage me, comb my hair, give me pedicures, do my toenails, serve as my footstool, fetch my drinks, clean my home, do my laundry, pick up after me, dress and undress me and serve any other personal needs I might have. Is that clear?”

WHACK.

Nod.

“Do you understand your position?”

WHACK.

Nod, Nod.

“Do you understand your duties?”

WHACK.

Nod, Nod, Nod.

With all the strokes my poor ass had received it felt like there was an inferno behind me, I could barely think and I would have agreed to anything get her to stop. Actually, I had agreed to everything even though many were not in the least arousing to me. At last it looked like my initial introduction to pain was over.

Turning to my wife she said, “Well that just about covers everything that I expect of this piece of s**t this week, do you have anything to add or anything else that you had in mind?”

“I don’t think so right now,” my wife answered, “but something may occur to me as the week progresses.” Then, looking at me with a reflective but sad glance, she continued, “I never understood how this kind of treatment could be sexually exciting to him. I always found it hard to be so cold and cruel that I never really got much out of it. The exchange of power, with him giving up his will to me, didn’t work for me, but maybe because, in reality, I never actually took the power or he never really gave it up. I must say that I’m glad I met you and you convinced me to bring him here. He has been asking for just this kind of treatment for quite some time and watching you whipping him and the way he has responded has changed my perspective. I can see, now, how ‘keeping him in his place’ might be a win-win situation for both of us and our marriage.”

“Trying another tongue kind of turns me on also,” she mused almost as an afterthought.

“My god,” I thought, “this was supposed to be a fantasy, a mingling of my desires and unconventional needs into a sizzling mix for my s****l fulfillment. That seems to have become lost here. It appears that they are serious about keeping me like this for a week, my wife thinks I want to be treated like this and she seems to be looking forward to being ‘served’ by someone else and ‘trying another tongue’.”

As if to answer my last thought Mistress Watson said, “I will not need Carla’s services anymore tonight as I have this worm to attend me so, I will be letting you use her.”

Turning to Carla she said, “Go with Mistress Sarah. Show her to her room and provide whatever service she requires.”

To my wife she confided, “Carla is wonderfully talented with her tongue, so I suggest that after helping you to get ready for bed and after she attends to your personal needs you indulge yourself with her thoroughly.”

A wave of perverse jealously swept over me as I grasped the disturbing reality that my wife would be spending the night with someone else. Even if she really was a he made into a she with his p***s locked up, it still bothered me that my wife would be pleasuring herself with ‘her’. My other realization was that I was going to be left alone with this incredibly cruel, sadistic woman. I could only imagine what was in store for me yet tonight.

As Carla showed my wife from the room Mistress Watson looked at me with an unusually cruel smile on her lips and said sweetly, “Now does little slave doggie have to pee before we go up to bed?”

As it had been several hours since I had been able to go and, as I knew that it would be morning before my next opportunity, I nodded my head vigorously.

“Well then,” she said, “I am going to un-strap you from that frame and undo your arms but you will remain on all fours, is that clear?”

WHACK.

Nod. Jesus, I thought we were done with the whip.

She unstrapped me, undid my arms, grabbed my leash and dragged me toward the patio door. I scrambled as best as I could behind her across the floor, out the door and across the patio to a small open pit by the fence with dirt piled by it.

“Anytime you are brought here to pee you will lift your leg like a dog and pee in this hole,” she said. “Whenever you have to take a dump you will squat on all fours like a dog to do it. You will then cover it with some dirt and wipe your ass by dragging it in the grass. Now, hurry up and pee because I want to go to bed and I don’t intend to stand here all night.”

I couldn’t believe how degraded I felt, crouching on all fours, naked at the end of a leash, in front of this beautiful woman who was calmly waiting for me to lift my leg like a dog and pee. I was so shamed that it was a strain to go but time was running out and I wouldn’t get another chance. After a minute, I was able to finally let loose and pee. Her next words, however, drove home my position and humiliated me to my core.

“Good doggie,” she said, patting my head.

Yanking my lead, she pulled me back into the house and upstairs to her room. Her room occupied one end of the upstairs. It was very cozy and feminine with a king-sized bed, end tables, a large comfortable looking easy chair with a table and reading lamp. It also had a walk-in closet and fully equipped master bath with shower, bidet and an oversized bathtub.

Unclipping the leash, she said, “You may undress me now carefully, starting with my boots and then my jump suit, which you will hang in the closet. Next, you will remove my bra, being very careful not to touch my breasts, and place it in my top drawer. Finally, you will remove my panties, again very carefully so you don’t touch me, and place them on the arm of the chair.”

It was plainly obvious by now that something as simple as warning me not to touch her probably meant another whipping if I did. I was particularly careful while I undressed her to keep my hands from touching the achingly delectable flesh that was revealed. When I was finished I got down on my hands and knees in front of her and waited.

The intimacy of undressing and revealing her ample charms slowly, carefully, sensually and being so close to her very attractive naked body had my deprived p***s straining against its restraint. My erection was putting almost unbearable pressure on the end where the hole was and causing me pain that seemed to start there and radiate upward so it felt like my eyes were on fire. That delectable flush of s****l desire, tension and denial would normally have had me in utter ecstasy. If there had been any chance that the key to my lock was going to be used at the end of the evening instead of the endless week of deprivation that stretched ahead I would have been in heaven. Instead I was deep in a hell of my own making and I knew better than to complain. I also knew better than to try and relieve some of the pressure by holding my p***s down. It was going to be a long week.

She seated herself in the comfortable chair next to her bed, spread her slender firm legs, and motioned for me to crawl forward to her. The paradise that was all I desired and the decisive point of all of my need for the debasing treatment that I craved, opened in front of me like a morning flower showing its face to the sun. Sadly, unlike similar times when the game ended with my c**k buried deep in my wife’s love tunnel, I accepted that this time the end would be only more disappointment for me.

“You will pleasure me now with your mouth and hands,” she said. “You will work very hard to please me, you will follow my instructions and you will learn to listen to my body to give me what I want without me having to tell you. Learn me and my needs and learn me well. Remember the times you dreamed of being in this situation and derive your pleasure from mine and give it back to me. It is all the satisfaction you will have for a long time. I will be using the whip, of course, to stimulate you as I feel necessary.”

Over the course of the next hour she had me lick and suck her p***y, c******s, and ass, bringing her to three raging orgasms. Some of the things that became clear that she liked were for me to caress her n*****s lightly at times and to pinch them roughly at others, to use my fingers and thumb on her love canal and her rectum simultaneously and to gently bite her c******s while sucking at the same time. As soon as one of her peaks was over and I would start to relax she would use the whip on me and have me start again.

The problem for me is that carrying out this act on an attractive well-kept sweet-smelling altar of love really excites me. She was right, it is a fantasy of mine to be obligated to perform this act on a beautiful but demanding woman so my p***s was really throbbing and causing me an abundance of pain by the time she finally pushed me away.

“Now bring me my book,” she ordered.

I fetched her book from her end table and presented it to her carefully. With an enigmatic smile, she picked her panties from the arm of the chair, handed them to me and said, “One of your nightly duties will be to clean my panties with your mouth. I will be inspecting them when I am through reading and I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that I had better be pleased with them.”