A Day in The Country - Part 2

A Day in The Country - part 2

 

Finally I found the comfort I sought and let the bit settle into my mouth.   I felt her thread two reigns through rings on my collar and through rings on my belt.  Then I could feel her attach the ends to the cage she had so recently put on.  I could see her bend down to release the two chains that kept my feet apart.  Relieved at this new found freedom I clsed my legs to ease muscles stretched far too long. 

 

 She moved behind me and shook the reigns saying "Walk on.".  I took this to mean that I should walk forward.  As I started walking she pulled this reign, and then the other one in order to direct me to the door.  She lead me out of the building and into the light.  My eyes burned in the bright sunlight but I folowed her commands not wanting to defy her at any point.

 

Over an dover again I followed her commands.  We walked in this direction and that.  We turned left and right and halted.  The information for this came to my cage.  A tug left and I turned left, a tug right and I turned right.  A tug on both and a soft "whoa" meant stop.  I was getting this.  A shake of the reigns and a "giddy up" meant I should speed up.  We went slower and faster.  And she had me lift my knees high so that as I walked or ran my knee was at the same level as my hips.  I did not often feel the sting of the buggy whip she used to have me follow her directions but when I slacked off she was quick to correct my offending or slack behaviour.  Soon the onslaught of the buggy whip was diminished and I at long last felt I was doing as she asked.  And I heard an approving "Good boy!  My Pet!!"  My heart soared with her approval.

 

We practiced for what seemed a few short minutes but in reality it was more than an hour.  Soon hunger pangs drew my focus away from my actions around the field.  And I could smell the BBQ whose smoke filled the valley that the field was in.  My nostrils flared taking in the dreamy scent and I happily headed to the barn finally understanding why horses sped up as they neared their home and their chow. 

 

I was lead in to the room where I had been harnessed only a few short hours before.  I saw her bend down and lock a chain around my ankle.  The other end of the 20 foot chain was firmly anchored to the wall.  She removed the harness and bit and indicated that it would not be off long.  She pointed to the oatmeal, carrots and lettuce that lay on a pan on a bench nearby.  My heart sank as I smelled the BBQ that my Queen would no doubt enjoy in just a few minutes.  At first I stood there looking at this pitiful pile of food.  It was not the BBQ really wanted.  "That's it!!  I thought to myself!  I will go on strike, not eat and show themwhat I am made of!"  As lunch went buy I could hear the laughter from the house nearby and could sense the pleasure they were enjoying of the food they were hving.  I could see in my mind's eye potato salad and fresh green lettuce and especailly BBQ beef burgers, succulent enough to melt in your mouth.  But if I was to be filled than I guessed that this was it so I ate with a gusto.   Even though I was denied the use of my hands and the collar did not allow me much head movement I slammed the food down.  It was good food.  Far too healthy for my liking but it did fill an empty.  I ate in rush worried that my stalling at the beginning of lunch would mean theat I would not get to finish.  I did finish but only just. 

 

Beside the pan was a container of water that I drank heartily from.  My mornings exertions has brought on a powerful thirst.  When my Mistress, my Princess came back into the room water was dripping from my chin.  I had been thirsty for water.  Now I was thirsty for something else!

 

I must have looked a site because when she came in and saw my face she laughed.  There must have been oatmeal smeared all over although I did try to eat carefully.  I opened my mouth to ask a question but was quicky silenced.  I was not to communicate verbally.  She took a wet cloth and wiped my face of the leftovers of my lunch.  I was sure my mustache was caked with oatmeal as she spent quite a bit of time makeing sure she could be proud of her charge.  I think she just liked spending time with me, adoring the one who adored her.  Putting the cloth down she picked up the harness and bit.  I opened my mouth to accept the intruder once more.  Again I felt straps tightened to hold the offending bit in its place.  And I knew I washers to command once again. 

 

Releasing me from my chain and with a firm "Walk on!" she directed me outside into the afternoon sun.  We walked up to a two wheeled cart that rested in the middle of the yard.  She backed me into place between the two wooden poles that I would be pulling.  I heard the clicks as the arms of the sulky were attached to the belt right below my hands.  I could hang on to the poles as we walked easing my job of pulling the cart and my Princess and making me more steady as walked across the uneven ground.  I heard her settle herslf into the seat and I could feel  weight on the poles and then onto the belt I was wearing. 

 

"Walk on!"  She asked.  Of course I would.  I was hers to direct and I loved being in that moment for her and with her.  I walked and was steered towards a path that wound through the field toward a bunch of trees that I could see off in the distance. They seemed no more than a mile or a mile and a half away.  An easy pull as I walked toward them, or so I thought. 

 

"Trot on" she insisted, the command punctuated with the buggy whip.  I settled into an easy jog only feeling the sting of the whip when I didn't bring my knees up high enough or keep up the pace.  This was hard work!  But to avoid her ready application of the whip I knew I had to force the moment.  It was then that I knew why she had insisted that I start running and getting back into shape more than a month ago. 

 

Eventually I saw the trees loom larger and larger with each step I took.  They became my focus.  I didn't know if this was her destination, I only knew that she wanted to go in this direction and this was only a wy point for her, and ultimately, my destination.

 

I listened to the bells attached to my nipples and the end of my cage jingle a rythmic song as we sped toward what ever destination she had in mind.  The sound put me into a trance as I struggled to keep both the sound and the pace even as we trotted over the occasssional small rise that was on the trail ahead.  I was lost in the headspace of running and in the subspace of being her charge.

 

I was breathing hard when we arrived at a clearing in the copse of trees.  In the center of the clearing was a pond that looked inviting enough  to swim in.  She slowed me up and then stopped.  I looked around as best I could but was prevented by the collar I had worn since early morning and the blinders that prevented any but a narrow view.  Straight ahead I saw the afternoon sun dapple though leaves that fluttered in the breeze.  If Walden had seen a utopia then this was it.  This was my paradise.  And I was with my Goddess.

 

I felt her get out of the sulky and come around to face me.  I saw the love in her eyes and the admiration she had for my efforts to please her.  She stroked my hair and patted me on my naked, welt covered, sweat moisted behind.  She calmed me as my breath calmed, oxygen satisfied, into the regular rythmic relaxed intake that I was so used to.  I revelled in her touch and appreciated the approval she showed me.

 

She once again locked a chain to my ankle.  Then she took off my harness and took the offending bit from my mouth.  She kissed me hard and deeply, moaning in anticipation for what she had planned. I kissed her back as best I could given my predicament.  I felt her tongue plunge deeply into my mouth and I responded as best I could. I sucked it and loved the taste that she shared with me.   I felt the heat of the afternoon sun and now I knew the heat that only someone long locked and aroused could know.

 

Off came the collar allowing me a freedom I had not known for many hours.  I moved my head turning this way and that relishing this freedom that she had given me.  I studied the clearing and the pond and saw that the chain she had attached was anchored to a boulder more than 30 feet away.  I saw her walk out of the radius of the chain and put the keys on a nail pounded into a tree.  I was not going to escape even if I wanted to.  I didn't want to. I did not want to disappoint this woman, my lover and the one I admired so much for being the most inventive and cruel person I knew.

 

Finally off came the sulky and the belt, and the leather wrist cuffs.  I was as free as I had been in a long time.  The only thing on now was my cb3000 and even the reigns had been removed.  And my runners.  And, of course, the chain that held me fast to the boulder in the clearing in the forest bu the field on this wonderful summer afternoon.

 

I watched her take a basket from the sulky and take out a blanket which she spread on the forest floor.  She motioned me over and indicated that I should lay down.  I was tired so I happily did as I was told.  I lay down and she lay down beside me.  At this point my heart soared once again.  My Princess had chosen me to spend time with her.  To lie with her in quiet, in this most peaceful place was a gift only a few would understand.  I did, and I was gratified that she had chosen me.

 

We kissed and held an embrace that squeezed the breathout of us both.  We lay panting and petting.  My heart raced at the possibilities.  By breath came in a rapid stattico form my attentions and devotion to her.  Our kisses were eager and deep full of the teenager in us all.  I did what I could to make her day specail, and as full of the life that she had offered me.  I nuzzled her neck and breathed warm breaths there enjoying the moment, attempting to make her as happy as I could.   Nuzzling her neck which I know she loves usually leads to other more sexual things so I spent as much time as I dare there trying to make her happy.

 

I removed her top which exposed breasts warm and heaving in lust.  She wore no bra today.  Her nipples were hard in arousal but available for me.  A sexual flush reddened her neck and breasts revealling to me the depth of her arousal and her desire to be with me.  I cradled each breast in my hands, weighing them and becoming familiar once more, admiring the work that God had done.  She was perfect.  Then into my mouth I sucked each nipple enjoying the advances that only a very few would ever know.  And as I sucked I felt her breath quicken.  She became more desperate with each passing moment.  And I felt priviledged with the gift she had given me in letting me know her in this way.  I felt her chest rise and her nipples harden all the more with the lust of the moment.

 

Her skirt was next.  I knew she was naked underneath.  This I has seen earlier.  But it was only a furtive glance and I had been focused on the pingpong ball.  Now I was focused on her being, her place with the world and her relationship with me.  And I saw her Goddess place.  This was, indeed, a gift to me.  I was  privledged to see, and infrequently to taste, and every once in a while, to make love to this place theat was my Princesses.

 

From her pocket she took a key and released me from a bondage that I had experienced for almost a month.  Her movements were deliberate, not rushed at all.  She did not feel the rush to sexual abandon that I did.  She was as careful with me as she had always been.  As she removed the cage and the ring behind it looked me in the eyes and then she smiled.  It wasn't a wicked smile but one of love.  She smiled as she held me in her hand stroking gently.  She squeezed my balls and held them tenderly.  It was then that I knew the true depth of her feelings towards me.

 

As we lay on the blanket my fingers touched here and there avoiding what I knew she wanted.  I stroked her breasts and nuzzled her neck and did all those things that I knew would tickle her fance and get into her sexual being. I played with her ears sending shivers down her spine.  I held her close after the shiver knowing that it was a shiver of anticipation.   At long last I felt the the swollen lips that framed her Goddess spot and felt wetness.  She was wet with anticipation just as I was dripping from my too long locked sentence from personal pleasure..

 

She pushed me over on my back then climbed on me.  I felt her reach down and guide my swollen and acheing member into her.  As she lowered herself onto my throbbing member I felt the moisture, and the warmth and the strength of her muscles in her womb.  She slowly started rocking back and forth, squeezing the muscles that I had come to love so much..  After a time I saw her blush in arousal and then a few minutes she gasped and groaned as she clenched in orgasmic paralysis.  She started beathing again and started rocking once more.  She was riding me.  I was her toy and I was happy being it.  She rode me hard for her pleasure.

 

She played with my nipples and made my bells ring.  She had pierced them a long time ago because she liked the look and because it made it difficult for me.  When we have met socially she has giggled at me trying to hide the rings buried there.  She has even gotten me going knowing that I am trying everything not to have my lifestyle exposed.

 

For almost 30 days I had been locked.  I dreamt of this moment.  I had spent hours in frustration hoping to feel what I was about to feel.  I felt her clench and shudder again.  Her eyes were closed and a smile appeared on her lips.  Then her eyes opened and smiled too.  But this smile was mischeavious.  She rode me hard and did what she does best.  I grunted as I came.  I held my breath as she rode me till I slumped in exhaustion.  She held me for a few momnets than reached down and held her nether lips together.  I knew what was coming.  She crawled up my body and positioned herself over my mouth.  "Lick me out!  My Pet!.  Make me proud as you always do."  I hated doing this but she loved it so I complied.  I knew better than to not.  If I could ask her to take me in her mouth then I had to be prepared to as well. 

 

I did as she asked and she came again.  My head was caught in the vice of her legs.  Her first O in this position was quiet and refined.  The next O caught my head in the vice grip of her legs and thighs.  Finally she relaxed and I could breath again.  She looked at me, her eyes soft with tenderness and once again I knew I was hers.

 

We lay there on the blanket for the next while enjoying each other and the afternoon.  I held her tightly in a sweet embrace that I did not want to end.  I could smell her, and taste her, and feel her. This was one of those moments!  I was, indeed hers, to do with what she wanted. We spooned there on the blanket in the summers afternoon sun, happy in each other's company knowig how committed we were to each other. She lay there and purred while I stroked her breasts and nuzzled her neck and did a thousand wonderful things.  She closed her eyes and we slept for a few moments.  Not many know the sweetness of a moment like that.  We did and we knew it!

 

Her hand was on my once again swollen member.  She stroked and played and talked of her poor helpless man locked up in its cage.  With this talk I became as hard and as randy as I had only a few minutes before.  She crawled down and took me in her mouth.  This was hard for her but she knew how much I loved it and I appreciated what she was doing for me.  She craddled my balls and squeezed as I came the second time in a month.  As the last spasm died out she crawled up and kissed me deeply.  And I kissed her back.

 

We lay togerther for a few minutes more.  The afterglow of an afternoons sex fading away just as sure as the sun sets every day.  She wanted to swim which we did.  Naked we swam like two kids caught up in play at the pool.  We splashed each other then floated hand in hand until the chill of the water forced us out of the pond and into towels that she carried on the sulky too.

 

A bottle of wine appeared and 2 glasses.  No wonder the sulky seemed so hard to pull!,  I thought.  Then some cheese and bread.  The poetry of the moment was like that of Cahill Gilbran.  A bottle of wine, a loaf of bread and thou!  The wine was a nice treat at the end of such an adventure.  As time went by we sipped and enjoyed each others company.  We even laughed at the ridiculousness of the day's adventure.  But neither of us would have changed a thing.

 

I helped her dress and she harnessed me once more.  Sadly we headed off to the farm from which we had come to return another day, I hoped.  And as I trotted pulling my Princess and her cart the sun was setting, casting long shadows and a brilliant salmon light on such a glorius day.  For this was a day!