At the Farm – Part 5 [F18/F18/M50/F35/M58] [Mdom, D/S, slave training, humiliation, lesbian, deepthroat, BDSM]

Lisa’s legs trembled from the effort to keep her hands off her pussy. It was the story of her life now. It had now been seven days, seven terribly frustrating days, since she had first accompanied Sara into Mr Karlsson’s bedroom. Seven days ago since Sara shaved her pussy and Mr Karlsson turned her into his pet-in-training. Since then she had been forbidden to even touch herself between her legs or reach any pleasure of her own, until she managed to take Mr Karlsson’s cock all the way down her throat.

That had not prevented Mr. Karlsson and his wife from giving her other tasks, which she had to complete every day before the evening when she was supposed to show up with Sara in their bedroom.

The assignments had varied. Some were difficult, close to impossible, while others were solved almost effortlessly. Her first mission had been to get to the city an hour away and buy makeup for her and Sara to use for the evening. She had happily done so and had a very giggly afternoon as she and the other maid got ready. They had colored their cheeks, fixed their eyebrows, painted each other’s toenails and shaded their eyes. A few hours later, the makeup ran down her face after Mr Karlsson fucked her mouth for half an hour. He still hadn’t managed to get his cock more than half way down the shaft and in disappointment, he had Sara spank her bare buttocks until they turned red.

The next mission had moved her back to the city. The assignment had been to show her breasts to another man – anyone. The instructions made her blush and as she walked through the city she really wondered for the first time if she could handle being her master’s slave.

But her mind brought her back to the feeling when Mr Karlsson sprayed his cum all over her face. How, for the first time in her godly life, it had made her feel free. It had unlocked something in her that she didn’t know about, but that she needed to feel alive.

Finally, after wandering around for hours, she found a secluded alley where a poor stable boy was grooming a dirty horse with a brush.

“Hello,” said Lisa.

He turned to her and before he could say anything she pulled her neckline down so that her plump breasts fell out. She caressed the small fair nipples with her finger, letting it circle the stiff buds a couple of times before tucking her tits back and calmly turning around. She heard the stable boy drop his brush to the ground. Her heart was beating fast and hard, aligned with the sudden rush between her legs. She returned home with the hope of being rewarded as a good girl by another taste of Mr Karlsson’s semen.

Instead, she was punished when it turned out that she forgot her everyday work duties during the hours she spent in the city. When she also couldn’t manage to take his entire cock in her throat, the punishment had become severe. They had tied her naked to the bed, her hands and legs to each bedpost, her mouth stuffed with her own underwear. Then Maja and Sara had each sensually caressed her bare skin with feathers while Mr Karlsson walked around the bed with the same thin stick he used against Sara’s pussy when Lisa fucked them.

The feathers alternated between aggressively tickling her under the soles of her feet and under her arms, to sensually caressing her most sensitive areas. One second she was giggling and tossing about in bed, tightly bound as she was to the soft mattress. The next moment she was moaning and sobbing as the feathers played around her breasts, thighs, collarbone and exposed pussy. Sara was particularly cruel. She let the feather play between Lisa’s legs until her toes curled and she was a soft moan from orgasming, only to immediately pull it away at the last moment. Mr Karlsson waited until she was at least ready before he flicked the stick over her breasts, thighs or sometimes her pussy. But the sharp flashes of pain only served to spur her horniness, and when Sara returned with her feather, Lisa almost started to cry with frustration and repressed arousal.

After over an hour of this treatment, she was forced to lick Sara and wife Maja to orgasm and watch as they shared Mr Karlsson’s seed between their hungry mouths. They let her sleep in their bed, but Lisa suspected it was just to make sure she didn’t try to end her desperate arousal by herself.

Her third mission – putting her hand on an unexpected man’s cock – she finished quickly and without hesitation. She walked past a serving table and pretended to trip over a seated gentleman. She ended up in his lap and as she rose away from him she grabbed his member through the thin suit pants. He gasped, but said nothing in front of his wife who was busy reading the newspaper. However, he met Lisa’s shy smile with wide eyes. Lisa guessed that it would be a while before he would dare to rise from his chair..

She hurried back home and finished her chores on the farm before the sun went down. And even though she didn’t manage to take her master’s cock all the way down, she got to taste Mr Karlsson’s sperm and lick the cock until it was clean. She obviously didn’t have an orgasm, but she had accepted it by now. Every moment was torture. Her hands wanted nothing more than to slide between her legs and finish what had previously been left unfinished. But she knew she didn’t deserve it yet. She was her master’s property and her own satisfaction was of small importance until she proved herself a docile, capable slave who could satisfy him as he needed.

The fourth mission increased the difficulty.

“You will show yourself naked to another man,” said Mr Karlsson. “No more than that. Where, how and who you decide for yourself, but he must have seen your whole body and he must know that you have seen him.”

Lisa thought all night before her plan fell into place. Every morning an elderly gentleman named Mr. Stark wandered past their farm. He was an ex-soldier who had been injured during his time in the army and therefore walked with a cane, even though his age shouldn’t require it. A few years earlier, his wife had died after a period of illness and now he lived alone in a small croft a few kilometers from the farm.

It had become something of a ritual for Lisa to greet him as he wandered by on the little road and he always smiled and took off his hat when he saw her. After he heard her sing while she was washing clothes, he started calling her “fauvette” – songbird in French, and praised her friendly voice.

Lisa had become fond of the easy-going, limping man. At the same time, she felt sorry for him, as his loneliness was so obvious. She wanted to give him something, a gift to lessen the loneliness. So why not combine it with Mr Karlsson’s mission?

She knew his route inside out and knew that there was a small lake in the forest that he passed by. A few hours after sunrise, Lisa wandered there. With her she had brought a sponge to scrub her back with and a bath towel. Once there, she let her summer dress fall to the ground and looked at her reflection in the clear water. She ran her fingers through her natural blonde curls. Pinched the small, pink nipples until they turned stiff. She turned and looked over her shoulder to inspect her plump, pale bottom. She wondered what her master saw when she was naked in front of him. Was she satisfactory to his eyes? Did he want to caress and feel the smooth skin and soft breasts? Did he dream of fucking her shaved pussy as much as she longed for it? Did he prefer her rounder, fuller breasts or Sara’s smaller, perky ones?

She dipped a red-painted toe into the water and shivered from the cold. Slowly, while shuddering, she descended. Waded out deeper until the water reached her thighs. She scooped some water over her breasts and felt the sensitive skin tingle. With a small inhale, she dove under the surface of the water and rose again a few meters away. Mr. Stark should be walking by soon, so she took her sponge and began scrubbing it against her back and breasts.

Lisa heard his footsteps approaching and felt butterflies flutter in her stomach. On an impulse, she started to sing the same happy summer song Mr. Sword had previously heard from her. She stood facing away from the road, her back to the water’s edge where her clothes and shoes lay. A branch snapped behind her and she innocently turned around, the bath sponge against her collarbone so it didn’t cover any of her nudity.

Mr. Stark stood there, leaning on his cane and his eyes wide. Graying hair showed at his temples, but his head was covered by his usual low hat. He stood frozen in front of her and for several seconds they stared at each other. His eyes drifted involuntarily down her face, to the bare breasts with the stiff nipples, and further down to the shaved pussy. His eyes stuck there for several, long seconds before his face turned red and snapped back up..

“Oh, Fauvette!” he shouted, twirling around while taking off his hat. “I’m so sorry! I heard your voice, but didn’t realize…”

“It’s okay, Mr. Stark,” Lisa said, not having to fake the blush. She quickly waded back to the water’s edge. “You couldn’t know!” she said. “I’m the one who was careless. I should have remembered that you enjoy walking here!”

He continued to mumble excuses, shaking with shame. Lisa suddenly felt sorry for him. He had been caught in this game of hers. It wasn’t right that he felt bad. She quickly dressed and walked over to his turned back. She put a hand on his shoulder.

“Please, Mr. Stark. It was my fault. You have done absolutely nothing wrong!” she said softly.

He calmed down enough to turn and face her. “Really, Fauvette? You don’t feel intruded upon by my clumsy arrival?”

“Not at all. This is your road, Mr. Stark. I should have thought it through before I bathed. Please, don’t feel bad. You did nothing wrong.”

He calmed down and even allowed her to embrace him. She felt the hardness between his legs though, but said nothing.

Later that evening, Mr Karlsson let her swallow his entire load as a reward for her good work.

“You did a good thing, Lisa. Mr. Stark is a lonely man and needs all the glimmers of light he can get. I imagine it’s been years since he last felt a woman’s skin or mouth around his member. Your fifth mission is to rectify this . Use what you’ve learned so far and help him release his seed into your mouth. Help him remember the soldier who was nicknamed ‘Stark’ *(Swedish for ‘strong’)* by his field mates.”

So the next day, Lisa repeated the same procedure as before. She went to the water in the forest, took off her clothes and waded out until the surface of the water tickled her thighs. But this time she was facing the road, her curly hair loose over her shoulders and her hands clasped in front of her. And so she waited.

Same time as always Mr. Stark walked by. He stopped as he saw her standing there in the water, as naked as yesterday, but waiting and facing him.

“But Fauvette, haven’t you already forgotten that I’m walking here!” he asked, his eyes darting over her naked body.

“I haven’t forgotten, Mr. Stark. I’m here… for you,” Lisa replied, lowering her gaze. “I felt bad about yesterday and wanted to show that you didn’t shame me.” She took a step towards the edge. “I don’t mind you seeing me naked. If that’s something you want.”

“Fauvette!”

“Don’t you find me pleasant to look at?” she asked, playing with one of her locks.. “Aren’t my breasts full enough for the gentleman? Don’t you like my shaved pussy?”

“Fauvette, I don’t know what to say…” But he made no attempt to look away. Lisa stepped closer until she was standing at the water’s edge.

“Come here, my lord. To me. Let me show how sorry I am for yesterday.”

After a moment, Mr. Stark limped over to Lisa. She remained in the water, he stood right at the edge. She sank to her knees, feeling the water splash against her calves. She looked up at him under bangs as her hands traveled up his pants, to the bulge between his legs. She felt it with her hand.

“Fauvette…” Mr. Stark whispered weakly. “What are you doing?”

“I want to be your Fauvette, Mr. Stark,” said Lisa. “I want to be your little bird.” She opened his belt, eyes still submissively locked in his. “Let me show you how I can sing.” She wriggled his cock out of his pants. It was already hard when her fingers gripped it. She pulled back the foreskin and kissed the wet glans. Mr. Stark gasped. His cock was not as big as Mr Karlsson’s, but hard and ready for her. She continued to kiss it – light kisses over glans, shaft and down the balls. She pulled the cock to her cheek and jerked it with gentle strokes. “I’m your little bird,” she said, before finally taking it between her lips.

His whole body jerked as her lips slid deeper down his shaft. She played, gently, with her tongue over his glans. She knew he was already on the edge and wanted him to enjoy himself as long as possible. Without stimulating the cock with her tongue too much, she swallowed it to the root. The evenings of Mr Karlsson’s training had made her throat ready. She still couldn’t take his all the way down, but Mr. Stark’s smaller member she could. She held it in her throat for one… two… three… four… five… seconds. She coughed lightly as she eased the pressure an inch, but pushed her nose to his belly again before Mr. Stark could protest.

He gasped and, almost reluctantly, moved his hip against her mouth. She let the cock slide out, a string of spit dangling down her chin. “Control me, sir. Use your hands. I’m your little bird.”

Hesitantly, he placed his hands over her head and began to control her rhythm. Soon his hesitation fled and he was enthusiastically fucking her mouth.

“Oh, Fauvette, keep going! Take my manhood in your mouth! Use your tongue more! Deeper, down your throat. So yes! Keep going, my little bird!” Lisa’s gurgles echoed in the clearing as he pushed his cock in and out of her throat. Her eyes began to water, her makeup ran and saliva dripped down her chin, but Mr. Stark’s fingers gripped her hair, fucking her throat harder and faster. Lisa knew that she now looked like Sara when Mr Karlsson mouth fucked her – completely in her master’s control. She longed until she could do the same with the farmer, but was happy to be Mr. Stark’s little bird and give him the pleasure he was missing.

“Oh, Fauvette, take my seed!” He moaned and pushed his cock to the root. She felt his cum shooting down her throat and she did her best to swallow it all through the coughs and gurgling moans. But the cascades didn’t stop, even when he eased the pressure and sprayed over her tongue instead. She tried to catch up – to swallow it all without spilling – but despite her efforts, it began to run down her chin, mixing with the saliva that was already dripping. Mr Karlsson could unload a lot of seed, but not like this! Not squirt after squirt after squirt. He pulled his cock out of his mouth and directed the last strings of white seed onto her face and breasts.

Lisa swallowed until her mouth was empty and with a docile smile she used her fingers to scoop up the remains of his cum from her face and chest. She licked off her fingers with long, slow strokes with her tongue. Finally, when she was completely clean of his jizz, she lay her hands between her thighs and looked up at Mr. Stark’s sweaty face.

“Was I a good little bird, Mr. Stark?”

“You are a wonder, my girl,” said Mr. Stark between panting breaths. “My Fauvette.”

“Then I am glad, my lord.”

“Do you want to visit me someday? At my humble abode?”

“I would be happy to, Mr. Stark.”

“I’m free every day. It’s an open invitation, my Fauvette.”

She stood up and kissed him on the cheek. “I’ll come by as quickly as possible, Mr. Stark.” She picked up her clothes from the water’s edge, threw them over her shoulder, and started to walk naked and barefoot. She looked over her shoulder once to see Mr. Stark staring after her with his flaccid cock still exposed. She promised herself to visit him at his home as soon as Mr Karlsson gave her permission.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/133m9tq/at_the_farm_part_5_f18f18m50f35m58_mdom_ds_slave

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