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Jordy understood. There was no doubting her intent. His cock pulsed every time she moved and stayed that way. And throughout the night it stayed hard. Watching her sleep, lusting after her body, smelling her cunt-juices, and thinking about all she had said and done there was no way his cock was going to fall limply between his thighs. Not tonight it wasn’t.

There was no way he would be falling asleep any time soon and he was thankful for the braces Mistress had strapped onto his legs. They made standing effortless. With the additional support of the cable holding his upper body in place he could almost relax completely. But Jordy didn’t want to sleep. Not tonight. He wanted to lust after his new mistress. Never in his life had a woman exposed herself to him like this. “God she was hot,” he thought! The soft yellow-white light from the hidden bulb highlighted every curve and contour of her captivating body. Jordy only wanted to stare at her and his lust for what she had just done before climbing into bed clouded out all other thoughts. Not even Jenny came to mind tonight. Tonight we wanted her. Tonight he wanted to please her. Tonight he committed himself to serving her. Oh god, he wanted her.

Not caring what Mistress Emily’s intentions were, Jordy realized he had struck gold when Jackie conveyed the upsetting news that Jenny would no longer be supervising him. The information stunned him at the time. He also realized from his reaction to her news that Jackie had registered there was at least something going on between Jenny and Jordan. His eyes couldn’t hide the truth of his feelings for Jenny.

“I thought this would be good news slave,” Jackie had said. “You won’t have to deal with me anymore. And besides, you’re going to be with a pretty one. You might even come to like her.”

It was that remark along with her sarcastic grin that really stung. That was when he knew she had ulterior motives in having him transferred to a new owner. Was he being moved to someone else because Jackie was jealous of Jenny’s affection for him? It had to be that. It just had to be. But to not be able to ask why or be able to tell Jenny how he really felt hurt at a level deeper than he thought possible. Jordy liked Jenny. He had come to enjoy her company and her friendship.

But those feelings felt far removed from his thoughts at the moment. For the next hour or two he kept his eyes on Mistress Emily. Sleeping naked and without a sheet to cover her body kept Jordy’s cock hard. It remained rock hard. He wanted to jerk off and cum but knew if he did his deed would be discovered. And that made him wonder why his hands hadn’t been cuffed behind. Did she want him to stroke?

It didn’t take long though before Jordy fell to the temptation and started gently rubbing his cock. The stroking only made matters worse. His lust for Mistress Emily grew even more and as he jerked off his level of guilt grew. It wasn’t long before he felt the inevitable rise of his balls and the sudden urge to spurt. Pulling his hands away suddenly he said to himself, “I can’t. I just can’t.”

But he did. Fifteen minutes later his will faded and he reached for his cock a second time. This time though, rather than stroking it he consciously took note of his shaft. It was long and hard and it felt good in his hands. Feeling further down he grabbed his sac and fondled his balls. His mind went, not to Emily who lay there sleeping on her back with her legs splayed, but to Jenny. It wasn’t Jenny’s body that he thought about but rather her words. “You have the most beautiful cock and balls,” he remembered her telling him that. “If you are the one I select, you can plan on having those balls of yours growing to the size of lemons one day.” She was definitely a cock and ball girl, he mused.

The thought of having balls 50% or even 100% larger than his brought a smile to his face. Maybe it was a guy thing; that desire to have something bigger or nicer or newer than anyone else. Or maybe it was the idea of not being afraid of trying something new. Of course, if he ever had the opportunity to do what this Bobby-guy did, there would be no turning back. Feeling his balls again and thinking about Jenny’s statement, he reconsidered the possibilities. Maybe lemon-sized nuts were the way to go.

Stroking again he turned his attention back to Emily. God she was stunning. Sleeping and appearing completely vulnerable she slept entirely at peace. She had no need to fear Jordy. There was nothing he could do to interrupt her rest. His only options were to sleep along with her or lust after the body he couldn’t have. She knew what option he’d take before she ever lay down; and that was exactly what she wanted from him.

Jordy came so close to ejaculating several times. He jerked off at least eight different times throughout the night. He slept a little, woke, lusted, jerked off and stopped just before the point of no-return. Every cycle fed the internal yearning that grew ever more intense for his new Mistress. The night denizli escort was long but it was such a treat after having had to sleep under the beam. Things had finally made a turn for the better.

…

Jenny rested fitfully. She had much to contemplate. There was much she didn’t understand. And complicating it all was the loss of her Jordy. The thought of not seeing him when morning came created an ever deeper hole in her heart. The thought of spending the day with Joshua only made her feel all the more shitty. Why invest in him? Why pour energy into someone who would leave her life forever in just a few months if not earlier?

Most confusing though was how Emily had all but thrown herself at Jordy. She didn’t understand her at all, especially because all she did was just for show. She didn’t love Jordy. He wasn’t her man – her slave – not her real one anyway. She hardly knew him. So why do what she did? Why suck his cock? Why make him feel so good. Why worship his cock and play with his balls? Why press her naked body against his? Why wipe your pussy juice on his face? Why? Why? Why?

Feeling tired but restless she rose when the light of a new day had barely pierced the darkness. After dressing she headed to the dining hall and drank an espresso in the hope the caffeine would help with her the lack of energy. She drank, sitting at a table off in one corner. She wanted to be alone and so she sat facing away from the center of the room. When she was through she mustered the will to go find Joshua. He hung from the beam; the same one where Jordy had been ever since being free of the shed.

It didn’t feel the same unlocking him. She didn’t approach him with the same anticipation of knowing she’d find Jordy here in the morning. Joshua however was not gagged. He hung waiting for her to free him. When she did he dropped to his knees and kissed her feet softly.

“Thank you Mistress,” he said softly.

Jenny stepped back and looked down at him. His face remained pressed to the barn floor. “Get up Joshua. You didn’t need to do that. Why aren’t you wearing your gag?”

“May I speak?”

“Yes what is it,” she said using short clipped words.

“Mistress Jacqueline took it off last night. I don’t know why but she did. And I kissed you because that is what Mistress Emily taught me to do. It is the way I was told to show appreciation. Don’t you want me honoring you like that?”

Jenny’s tone softened. “Yes Joshua, you may continue with that expression of respect.”

“Thank you.” Obediently he stood. Jenny clasped a leash around his collar and walked him out to the front yard. Under a grove of mature River Birch were several Adirondack style chairs. Only one was occupied. Jenny chose the one closest to the trees, pointed to the ground and sat. Joshua knelt facing her.

“Massage my feet slave. And while you do I want to talk.”

Josh slipped her sandal off and took her small foot in his meaty hands and began stroking the underside with the pads of his thumb.

“I expect you to answer me truthfully and honestly. I need to know more about you and your former mistress so I can best care for you.”

“I will do that,” he said softly. “Is this how you like your feet massaged Mistress?”

“Yes, this is fine. Thank you for asking. Now, tell me Joshua, how old are you?”

“Thirty eight.”

“And where are you from?”

“Ann Arbor Michigan.”

“Married?”

“Once but I’ve been divorced for twelve years.”

“Children?”

“No.”

“Did you come here on your own free will?”

“Yes I did! I met a woman who knew of this place and knew how much I loved serving women. I’ve known Penny for a few years on a casual level.”

You mean you were with a mistress before you ever came here?”

“With her?”

“Yes, were you with this woman?”

“Yes and no. I wasn’t hers but we did meet often.”

“And was she married?”

“I don’t know.”

Jenny arched an eyebrow.

“It wasn’t like that Mistress Jenny. I met Mistress Penny at The Studio. It was one of those establishments that catered to men like me.”

“I see.” Jenny smiled and sighed pleasingly when the slave sunk his thumbs into a spot on the underside of her arch that felt particularly good. “Keep rubbing just like that.”

“I went to The Studio almost every week. I went there mostly because it was a way for me to let the real me out from hiding. Penny was one of my favorites.”

“And why was that?”

“She knew how I thought and she made me feel safe and secure while submitting to her. She dominated me in a way that the others didn’t and for me feel alive. I loved serving her.”

Jenny nodded.

“When I knew I was going to be with her I would always ask her if we could sit and talk. Over a cup of coffee we’d talk about all kinds of things. One afternoon I told her how much it hurt to not be able to find an unattached mistress. I wanted to be owned by someone diyarbakır escort so badly.”

“Does that mean there were mistresses looking but just none who you wanted to be with?”

“There were a few others. I met them through online websites. They were into beating and torturing men but not into being a lifestyle Domme. Penny was only vaguely aware I interacted online with other Dommes before we had that talk. When I confessed my desire to be bought and owned rather than going to Dommes just for scene-play, Penny told me about this place. I begged her to tell me more. She offered to make a phone call on my behalf. She did it right then and there. After speaking for maybe ten minutes she hung up and told me I needed to tell my employer I was leaving. You should have seen the smile on my face. I couldn’t believe I was heading to The Farm!”

“And I guess you left everything you had and came here.”

“I did and it was the best choice I ever made. I can’t believe our fortunate I was.”

“So you are enjoying your time so far?”

“I am. I love it here. I don’t know that the word ‘enjoy’ would be the word I’d use to describe how I feel. Life here hasn’t been easy. It’s been very hard but hard in a good way.”

“Was Mistress Emily the only mistress you ever had?”

“Yes I was given to her right after I got out of the shed.”

“Do you regret not being with her anymore?”

Josh hesitated. Her question was loaded but he remembered she wanted the truth. “I do miss her. I felt secure with her. I knew what she expected and how she liked things done. But I am sure I can learn what your ways are too. And I know that there must be reasons why they gave me to you. I trust you will help me grow in my slave training. That’s all I really want. I’m here to be trained and I know you must be good.”

Jenny swallowed hard. Good wasn’t even in her universe when it came to this place. Hell, she was so far from good in Jackie’s eyes it was pathetic. “I hope I’ll be what you need. I’m not as experienced as Mistress Emily. Slave training is still pretty new to me.” She redirected her thoughts, “Tell me slave, what was it about Mistress Emily that you will miss?”

Joshua replied instantly but Jenny could hear sadness in his voice. “Licking her pussy and hearing her cum.”

“What! She let you lick her?!”

“Yes Mistress but only since she let me out of the gag.”

“And when was that?”

“Four days ago.”

“How long did she keep the gag off for?”

“Only long enough to service her. When she was through with me, she put it back on.”

“Did you eat her often?”

Joshua smiled. “Every morning and every evening. She liked cumming right after she woke and just before she went to sleep.” Jenny was about to comment but he spoke up. “But yesterday she made me eat her for more than an hour just before dinner. I guess I needed the practice.”

“Wow,” was the only word that came to Jenny’s thoughts as she sat listening to her slaves’ confession. “The woman was a sexual lioness,” Jenny thought. Hearing this gave context to what she had witnessed last evening in the hall.

“And before the gag came out, what parts of your training did you enjoy most?”

There was a pause this time while he considered her question. “I didn’t mind doing the hard work because she was so kind to me but I loved most the personal time we spent together. I actually enjoyed hearing her critique my efforts. She was always honest and told me what I did well and if I wasn’t doing something right, she’d tell me. That really helped me.”

“Explain what you mean slave.”

“She would have me do things like this,” he said giving her foot a good squeeze, “or sometimes she’d sit out here and I would kiss and worship her feet for an hour or more. Sometimes Mistress would bring me inside and have me massage her body or towel her off after she showered. Once I had to spend an hour massaging every woman’s foot that ate dinner with Mistress Emily using just my nose. She put me under the table and I had to stay attentive to whatever foot would reach out toward me. When they did, I caressed it with my nose and didn’t stop unless another leg extended. When it did, I’d kiss the foot I was tending to and move on to the next one. I did that until the last person got up from the table.” He smiled at the warm memory of that time. “That was a lot of fun.”

“I hope you didn’t have a cold that night,” she said gleefully.

“No Mistress. I had a dry nose.” Joshua grinned. “Whenever she had me do any of those things she would critique how I did once we got back to her room. But when I had to do things like this,” he looked down at his hands on her foot, “she’d tell me right away what felt especially good and what she didn’t particularly enjoy. There’s no better way to learn what a mistress likes than getting that kind of feedback.”

“It sounds like she was a good teacher.”

“She was.”

“I hope she antalya escort made you do hard labor too.”

“Everyday. I did everything the other slaves did. I worked in the fields and in the maintenance barn and I even learned how to milk the cows.”

“I’m glad to hear that. It’s important that you tow your weight around here, Joshua.” Jenny sat a little straighter before asking her next question. “I want an honest answer to this question.” She saw his eyes brighten with attention. “What is your impression of me so far?”

He smiled and Jenny saw in him a handsomeness she hadn’t before seen. He did have agreeable features. His nose was sharp and his eyes were an attractive deep shade of blue. He was well tanned as all the slaves here were and although he could still lose a few pounds she could see promise in his physique.

“The first thing I thought when I saw you last night was how beautiful you are. You really are beautiful Mistress Jenny. I can’t say that about some of the mistresses here but I can truthfully say that about you.” He thought a bit. “I’m not certain about this but you strike me as being a compassionate and caring mistress. Mistress Emily was that way and I think you are too.

“Why do you think that?”

“Because you are taking the time to get to know me. I’m sure there is a reason for that. You’ve asked for my input and you haven’t treated me in the way some mistresses treat their new slaves. I’ve seen some just put their slave to work and work them the entire time. You didn’t do that. You brought me out here to talk. I think that was a wise thing to do. So all in all, I think you will be a kind mistress.”

“As long as you obey me I probably will be kind with you. And thank you for the compliments slave. Time will tell just how well things between us go. I hope things do go very well but that will depend on you and how well you pay attention and do what you are told.” Jenny relaxed and exhaled deeply. The morning coolness was welcome as was the quietness of the morning. Most were still not up or just now waking. Jenny stared off and thought about all her slave had revealed. She thought about Mistress Emily and her ways. If she were to ever grow to become a mistress similar to her Jenny needed to step outside of her comfort zone. Looking her slave in the eye she said softly, “Kiss my feet slave. Show me how thankful you are to be with me.”

Joshua did just that and Jenny gave him the freedom to explore first one foot and then the other. For some while she watched her slave at work and marveled at the thought that there were actually men who wanted nothing more than to do just this. Jenny exhaled deeply and let her head fall back against the wooden slats of the old chair. While Joshua kissed and licked and sucked on her toes Jenny closed her eyes and thought. There was much to contemplate and still so much she needed to learn.

…

“I want full control of this slave,” she said with way more authority than she felt.

“Is that so?”

“Yes it is.”

“And what makes you think you won’t make the same mistakes as last time?”

“I just won’t. I’ve learned my lesson. I lost the slave I really wanted. You made your point last night.” Jenny didn’t break eye contact with Jackie or Diana despite their questioning gazes. “Look, if I’m ever going to get to be like the rest of the mistresses you need to let me have the freedom to do things my way. I know I messed up with Jordy. I understand that. I’m not intending to do that again. I promise.”

Diana grinned.

“What?” Jenny asked. There was the suggestion of an attitude in her question.

“Oh nothing.”

“What are you thinking?” she pressed.

“It took you this long to finally stand up to one of us. It took what happened last night for you to finally get it” She looked at the gorgeous woman while pausing between sentences. “I kept telling Jackie that I had this gut feeling you had the makings of something but I was beginning to wonder.”

“I can do this. I can do this,” Jenny insisted.

“I hope you are right. And I’m willing to give you that chance. You have one week to figure this all out. We will evaluate your slaves’ progress at that time and decide whether or not it’s wise to continue with this experiment or not. I want you to succeed Jenny, but my primary concern is Joshua’s training. That’s why we are all here. I don’t want you to ever forget that. This isn’t about you; it’s about Joshua. Your job is to train him. You can add your own personal spin on things but you’ll do it according to the philosophy of The Farm.” Diana found what she was looking for on her desk and handed Jenny several papers which had been stapled together.

“What’s this?”

“Reading material. Read it before lunch and do what it says. It’s yours to keep. You can thank me later.”

“I want to thank you now. I want to thank you for not losing confidence in me,” she said feeling her stress level suddenly plummet.

“You’re welcome but remember, if I don’t see a positive change in your slave you will lose this one and only be permitted to assist the next one that Jackie is given. You won’t be given the opportunity to go it alone for a couple more months. Not until I am absolutely certain you get what we’re trying to do here – and that one will be your last chance if it comes to that.”

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