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A few more hours passed before the mistresses started arriving. Slaves were unfastened one at a time and led away. Jordy’s controllers were one of the last to get there and he was overjoyed to see them. The 8-10 hours spent under the beam had taxed his body to its limit. He could barely stand when they finally freed his arms.
“Here, drink this,” Jenny said, unlocking and removing his gag and handing him a tall glass of milk.
Jordy drank quickly. Even though he was not quite 5’9″ he towered over Jenny. She was all of five feet and not an inch more. But despite her small stature, she was a sight to behold, especially with that rack jutting out so prominently on her chest. “God she was a good looking woman,” Jordy thought.
The glass he held was still warm and the creaminess of it reminded him of the milk he drank as a kid. It was the same consistency as the milk his folks got from the nearby dairy farm just outside of town. There was nothing better than milk straight from the cow although cold would have been the best. He downed the bottle. Jenny gave him another and he drank that one as well. He couldn’t believe how thirsty he was. Looking up he noticed Jacqueline pointing to the gag in Jenny’s hand.
“Get it back in,” Jacqueline said directly.
Jenny did as she was told. The ball barely fit and Jenny had to push it through the resistance of his upper and lower teeth. It popped through, settling on his molars. The sudden desire to gag came and then quickly passed. Jordy looked at the two women and when his eyes met Jenny’s hers narrowed.
Almost instantly she called in a surprisingly commanding tone, “Hands against the beam!”
He felt Jenny kicking his legs further apart.
“Don’t move.”
A few seconds later he felt the sharp sting of a paddle on his ass. Several more came in quick succession. It was all he could do not to move more than the instinctive flinch that each blow produced.
“Do you know why you were paddled?” She asked calmly from behind.
He could tell she was breathing a little harder than usual. Jordy shook his head.
“Your eyes met mine. You are to never to look at me or any other woman here unless you are asked a direct question.”
Jacqueline stepped forward and spoke softly into his ear. “Press your lips against her feet. You can’t kiss them but you can humble yourself and thank her in this way for taking the time to correct your misbehavior.”
Jordy turned around, dropped to the floor and pressed his face repeatedly against her foot. With his mouth stretched fully open, there was no way he could kiss her properly but he did his best by mimicking kissing motions with his lower lip against her foot. Jenny kept him there for almost a minute.
“Stand and present,” she finally said.
Jordy stood. His cock had once more gained an erection. This time Jenny grabbed hold of it and stroked it nonchalantly.
“You will be spending the morning at the wheel. Other mistresses will be there to supervise you. I want you to think about what you did and the offensiveness of your actions. I expect more of you Jordy. The punishment I gave you was mild considering what could have been. I want no more of this. Do you understand?”
She let go of his cock. Jordy, with his chin still pressed down against his chest nodded in assent.
“I thought you would.” Jenny paused but when Jacqueline raised her eyebrows she continued. “My name is Mistress Jenny.”
“And I am Mistress Jacqueline.”
“If and when you are ever permitted to speak, you will address us in-kind. We will address you from now on as ‘slave’ for that is what you are. If you are with other slaves and we want to single you out we will call you as slave Jordy or Mistress Jenny’s slave or Mistress Jacqueline’s slave. Whenever you are called you will come quickly and you will assume a present position while you kneel and wait further instructions.”
“Show him how to worship,” Mistress Jacqueline added.
Get down on your knees slave,” Jenny said. “Spread your knees apart. Further,” she said after walking behind him and kicking the inside of his shins. Now put your forehead on the floor. That’s it. I want you resting on your elbows and forearms. I want your palms turned up in respect to me.”
Jordy obeyed and he could feel his cock pulsating with blood. God he felt so horny!
“That’s pretty good, except I want you to arch your back. That’s it. Point your ass up. I want to see your back muscles contracting. Yes, just like that.”
Jenny smiled when she saw Jacqueline give her the thumbs up. Jacqueline next mouthed the words “let him stay there”. Jenny did but remained just in front of him knowing her slave could sense her presence. When she was satisfied she stuck her foot under his forehead.
“Kiss it. I want to feel your thanks for having me take the time to explain all this to you.”
…
“You were superb!” Jackie exclaimed
Jenny’s smile reached her eyes. “Thank you. That was fun!”
“I told denizli escort you he’d mess up. You responded perfectly with the paddle and how you disciplined him.”
“It was easier because I had time to think about what to do if he looked me in the eye.”
“And I want you to know that you handled him exactly how I would have.”
“I hit him pretty hard,” she admitted.
“No you didn’t. If anything you only hit him hard enough but it was enough.”
“Are you saying I needed to go harder?”
“Maybe a little. Anytime I give a guy twenty swats or more I expect to see some water in his eyes. Ten might do that if I use a strap, but a paddle doesn’t hurt quite as much. Usually by 20 swats I can usually get a slave to tear up.”
“I only gave him ten.”
“And that was fine for what he did. It was his first offense. If he disobeys again, make it more; maybe 20 or 25. But slow it down. Don’t be in such a rush. It hurts more that way and they will learn faster. Pain really is a powerful motivator and the sting is temporary. You aren’t hurting him. Remember, anytime you are forced to discipline him you are actually helping him in his growth as a slave.”
“I’m trying to see it that way.”
“You’ll get it. Now let’s go see why Diana wanted us.”
…
Jordy was introduced to what Mistress Jenny referred to as the wheel. It was indeed just that. The wheel was located behind the kitchen, which was a separate building constructed some fifty yards behind the massive H shaped mansion. Immediately behind the wheel was yet another building where the turbines that converted the slaves’ efforts into electricity were housed.
From what Jordy could figure, anywhere from eight to sixteen slaves could be strapped to one of the long spokes extending out from the central shaft. Because of its construction, the sound of the whirling turbine inside the nearby building could be heard. Jordy also observed electrical wires exiting the turbine building. The largest ones traveled in the direction of the mansion but others headed off toward other buildings.
Although the pace about which the slaves were made to walk while tied to the wheel was no more than a brisk walk he could feel the resistance. Even with all sixteen spokes manned he figured there must be a series of gears that sped the rate of rotation from this enormously slow revolution rate of the wheel to one that produced the high pitched whirl of the turbine inside the power plant. The set up really was a brilliant piece of engineering. Jordy admired whoever designed this system and figured it was probably one of the slaves or maybe a mistress with some engineering background. In time his mind found its way back to what he was doing. This was not the easiest of jobs, he told himself. The burn in his legs returned and his body was soon covered in sweat.
It was why the slaves being replaced by others looked so relieved. They were completely spent. The wheel did not turn easily and Jordy compared it to the effort needed to climb a steep grade with a backpack fully loaded. The effort he needed to exert was significant. Every time he passed the cute blonde mistress sitting under the shade of a canopy he thought of how different the two of them were. She sat within striking distance of the slaves as they passed by and often gave him and the others a painful swat every so often. The cane she welded did its job. Jordy found strength after every blow she delivered to his back or legs.
The slave three persons ahead of him bore long thin red welts from three strikes of that thing to his back. He knew they were hurting and understood the slaves behind him understood the pain he had endured from the marks he could imagine were laced across his posterior.
Within thirty minutes of beginning his shift he was dripping wet. At an hour he felt the burn in his back and legs grow to painful levels. By two hours he was exhausted and shortly thereafter felt the jolt of another stroke from the cane. He grunted behind the ball-gag and pressed on. Mistress whoever she was kept a careful watch on him for several minutes making sure he kept pushing with enough effort.
When he was thought he wouldn’t last but a few minutes relief came. Mistress Jenny appeared fresh and beautiful. She pointed to her slave. The blonde unclasped the leash running to his collar while he kept walking and pulled him aside. Jordy almost made the mistake of looking at her but caught himself just in time and bowed his head. He followed the ritual of the others before him. Making his way back to where the mistress sat, he dropped to his knees and mouthed kisses on her dirt-covered bare feet.
“Enough. Get the hell out of here and tend to your Mistress!” She snapped and kicked him in the face.
Jordy jumped up, the pain in his thighs reminding him of both the wheel and the time spent under the beam. He wanted to collapse under the shade of a giant elm but Jenny stood waiting. He ran to where she stood diyarbakır escort and dropped to his knees and assumed the present position.
“Your cock is drooping slave. Does my presence not excite you?”
To his surprise he felt it begin to rise. Her shapely legs were indeed beautiful.
“I asked you a question. You may look at me when I do slave.”
Jordy looked up tentatively.
“Well?” Jenny asked again.
With his mouth full of the ball-gag he shook his head vigorously. Jenny looked back at his groin and watched the blood rapidly filling the formally flaccid appendage. It was all she could do to keep a straight face.
“Back in present,” she said quietly and smiled delightfully when he bowed his head respectfully. “That is much better. Maybe I need to get a supply of that cream Mistress Monique and Tianna slathered on you while you were with them.” Jenny let out a giggle walked behind him. Squatting, she grabbed his cock and fondled his balls with the other hand.
Jordy remained stoic while she played with his now rigid shaft. After a few minutes of genital focus she gave him a hard squeeze, pulled it down and let go. It sprang up with enough force that it slapped against his abdomen and then fell back to its position of attention.
“I wish I could play with it more but it’s time to eat. You’ll be eating the leftovers from breakfast. Let’s go.”
Jenny secured her leash around his collar and walked him the short distance to the kitchen entrance. Just outside was a sheet of plastic. On it was tossed whatever the women hadn’t eaten that morning. Jordy would later learn that this plastic was cleaned and replaced before every meal. Other slaves were there already and they ate the scraps while on their knees.
Reaching up to the cable that ran between two polls she attached Jordy’s leash. The plastic conveniently lay directly under the cable. Removing his gag she clipped it to his collar.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes. Do what they’re doing,” she said pointing to the slaves there. “No hands. Eat like a dog.”
Jenny left wiping her brow. It was oppressively hot and humid and she was glad to step inside for a bit of reprieve. Of course, Jordy and the other slaves eating in the onerous heat were attended to by a mistress stationed nearby. One slave stood by her side and fanned her continuously. No slave was ever left unattended. It was another one of Mariko’s rules.
While Jenny headed inside to the coolness of the plantation, Jacqueline watched the interaction between mistress and slave with arms folded and a bit of a frown on her face. “What started out so well this morning seemed to have deteriorated dramatically by lunch. “She is going to be a tough one to teach,” she thought. “Damn that Rachel for not doing her job when she first came to The Farm. She needs to unlearn just like the damn slaves need to,” she said aloud.
Jackie decided to speak to her later and let her finish the day with the slave. There would have to be another one of those long talks she wished she didn’t want to have. She hated dealing with all the feelings tepid women like Jenny showed every now and again. Life was so much easier when she was given a woman with an attitude. Jenny was no such woman and that needed to change. Jacqueline headed for the dining hall, spotted a few familiar faces and joined them for lunch.
Jenny grabbed one of the large umbrellas and headed back out to find Jordy. She had allowed him twenty minutes to eat knowing he must be starving still. She found him sitting a few feet back from the others still chowing down food. He looked hot but content. His cheeks and hair let her know exactly what he had been eating – or at least some of it – scrambled eggs. She smiled at the sight of him.
“Fill your belly slave?”
Jordy nodded and then felt her clip the gag shut.
“We are going out to the bean field for the afternoon,” she said quietly while clipping on the leash. “You’ll be picking until I tell you to stop which will be to around sundown. It will be up to you as to how long you are out there. The faster you pick, the faster you get to come back here.”
Jordy nodded but didn’t look at her this time. Jenny headed around the corner from the kitchen and grabbed one of the many insulated coolers tucked just inside a walk-in freezer. She gave it to Jordy to carry. While Jenny walked under the shade of the umbrella Jordy carried the cooler. She told him to keep it between his legs which made walking awkward. While bent somewhat forward he toddled along behind in that stooped position so familiar to so many of the field slaves. Jenny led him several hundred yards, passing a massive field of peas and then into an even larger one loaded with green beans.
“I want you to start here. Grab one of the baskets at the end of the row and fill it. When it’s full, go get another and fill that one. Just keep going until I tell you to stop.”
Jordy worked filling the first antalya escort basket. When he was done he looked at his mistress but she was staring off in the other direction. He took a moment to take in her silhouette. She was strikingly beautiful, petite, blonde, and shapely. The sight of her instantly brought about a stir to his groin. He didn’t look at her to gawk but rather because he was unsure if he needed to ask before he could go back and get another basket. After waiting an uncomfortably long several seconds without her turning his way he stood and carried the basket of peas to the head of the row. Her leather leash trailed behind as it drug along the hot red clay dirt. God it was hot!
Jordy filled another basket while Jenny watched. He picked with his back hunched and his eyes intent on the beans hiding amongst the leaves. She watched him and smiled. Standing she pulled one of the bottled waters from the ice chest and took a long pull. She sat down at watched him intently, wondering who he really was and what he was really like. There was something about him that she enjoyed. Yes he was handsome and yes he was well built and yes he was about her age but she figured he must also be brilliant. She had learned that night when she and Jackie picked him up in Virginia that he was an MIT graduate in computers. A PhD graduate in fact! Even more, there was something about him that seemed genuine. She could see it in his eyes – or at least she thought she could.
After Jordy had picked his fifth basket she stood. “Come here slave.”
Jordy obeyed.
“I want to talk to you.” She unfastened the gag restraints and placed his gag inside the cooler. “Take the cooler down to where you are picking. Doesn’t that thing hurt your mouth?”
Jordy worked his jaw around to get the kinks out before answering. Keeping his head down he answered. “After awhile you get use to it.”
“Well, I’m glad I don’t’ have to wear one. It looks like it hurts,” she said starting to walk between two rows of beans. She headed some way down the unending row. Jenny pointed to the ground and Jordy put the chest down.
“Keep picking,” she said sitting down on the cooler and getting as comfortable as she could in the suffocating heat.
“Yes Mistress.”
“I like you calling me that.” She looked at him for a long while and said nothing more. Eventually Jordy dared to look up. Jenny smile broadly when he did. “Remember slave, you are permitted to look at me when I speak to you directly.”
He held her gaze this time and answered, “Thank you mistress. And I like calling you mistress too,” he added.
“Stand and present slave.”
Jordy obeyed.
“Look at me this time. I want to look into your eyes.”
Jordy obeyed. He watched her evaluate his body. Her eyes moved quickly over him but kept coming back to his rod which stood stout and hard. Every time she stared at it, that cute smile of hers grew a little more pronounced.
“You have a nice cock slave,” Jenny said coyly.
Jordy smiled. “Thank you.”
“Really, it is. I like the look of it. It’s nice and long and pretty thick too. And you have some nice balls to go with it.”
Jordy’s smile broadened but he said nothing.
“Slave, I told you that you’re permitted to speak freely. There is no one here but you and me.” She panned the horizon with her hand as if to say ‘look for yourself’. Indeed they were alone. At least a hundred or more were in the fields picking but for as far as Jenny could see, they were spread all over the place and none were within a few hundred yards of them.
“Thank you,” he said again. It still felt awkward hearing his own voice. How long had it been since he last spoke; maybe a week since leaving Virginia?
“You can resume picking. I just wanted to get a good look at you.”
“Jordy obeyed and soon returned to the rhythm of picking and plopping the beans into the empty basket.
Jenny broke the silence. “Do you really want to be a slave Jordy?”
The question caught him somewhat off guard. He was at The Farm for god’s sake wasn’t he? Wasn’t that a dead giveaway as to his intentions? He paused before answering, filling both hands with beans and dumping them into the bottom of the basket. “Yes ma’am. I believe I do. At least I think I do.”
“You’re not sure?”
Jordy looked up into her pretty brown eyes. She really was a beautiful woman. “I didn’t actually come here on my own accord. So much has happened in the past week or so. I’m still sorting this all out.”
“So you don’t want to be a slave? You’re not sure?”
Moving down the row he found more of what he was looking for. He looked up again at the pretty blonde mistress who suddenly stood. The two of them played a bit of an unspoken game as he harvested the crop. Whenever Jenny stood, Jordy knew it was his duty to move the ice chest further down the row so she would never be more than a few feet from where he worked. The process repeated itself more times than either could count.
“I didn’t say that. I think I want to be that guy, but like I said, all this has happened really fast. I was hiking the Appalachian Trail two weeks ago and had every intention of being in the woods for another few months hiking. Ending up here was not even a thought. I was going to finish hiking and then find a job and start a career.”
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