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The past two days felt what it must feel like to be in heaven. Jenny relaxed in the overstuffed chair that faced north. Looking beyond the large plate-glass windows of the mansion lobby she watched snow gently falling from the gray blanket of clouds hovering above. In the distance beyond the open ground of The Farm she could see the forest of trees along the leeward slope of the mountains. They were now covered in white. It felt like Christmas and Jenny felt completely content.
The fireplace crackled. Several other mistresses sat nearby enjoying the view and the company of others. Jenny sat off to one side, curled up with a cup of steaming coffee and a book. Today she had one of the slaves add a shot or Kailua. The combination made for an ideal ‘comfort drink’ and one that was a favorite of hers during the cold winter months.
It felt so nice to have time alone to do as she wished. For the past few hours Jenny read, watched the snow fall, thought about her ever-changing life and napped. For the past three weeks her time here had been more relaxing although there had been times during the week after he left that she sincerely missed his company. She and Joshua had become good friends. The events surrounding his departure were as much as a surprise to her as it was for him. She fully expected him to stay and be auctioned off with the other fifty or so slaves.
But apparently this Rebecca-lady arrived some days before meeting Josh in the flesh and had scoped him out. Diana had given her permission to come after learning why. She wasn’t comfortable purchasing a slave on such short notice. Even though The Farm permitted buyers to interview slaves up for auction for as long as they wished during the day prior to the actual sale, Rebecca wanted more time. Diana permitted her to come early with the stipulation that she watch and not interact.
Rebecca was given a list and the bio’s for every slave being sold. After narrowing her choices down she made it a point to watch and observe the few that interested her. Having received a Master’s in education at Bowling Green and being employed in a nearby veterans’ hospital, Becca was able to glean personality traits in the men even from afar. She spotted Josh at some point and felt the connection. The combination of his personal bio along with his looks and personality fit with what she had in mind.
Although she had never before had aspirations of becoming a mistress, there was no way she was ever going to be in a relationship unless she had control. Throughout the ten years of her marriage with Walter before he died, Rebecca had lived through more down-times than memorable ones. She loved Walter but he was too controlling, too stifling and too overbearing. She wanted a man but she didn’t want another Walter.
Becca, like so many thousands of women, stumbled onto Mariko’s webpage. It served as the spark that would eventually connect her to The Farm and its philosophy. Within those pages she found what she sought. It took some gumption to finally get up the nerve to commit to the life of a mistress.
Becca listened to many of Mariko’s streaming videos and learned all about the hows, whys and why-nots of being a mistress. Other lessons expounded on her philosophy, discussing various approaches to disciplining and modifying behavior, slave-play and so much more. And for as much as Becca remained unsure about taking the final step to purchase one, the option to live as a widow had no appeal whatsoever. Why live in fear of being known as the owner of a slave? Why live the remainder of my life as a single woman? Why repeat the same mistakes of millions of other women and risk the possibility of another rocky marriage? It was these thoughts that propelled her forward. She saw in Joshua unlimited possibilities and unimagined happiness.
When Rebecca finally decided that Joshua was the one for her, Jenny’s life suddenly had a void. It wasn’t that she felt the ache of a lost love. It wasn’t that at all. Mostly it was the sadness of a lost friendship and the absence of purpose in her day. There was nothing to do but then again, doing nothing felt so very nice. Diana recognized this and let her be. Every mistress needed downtime after investing so much energy into training a slave. Diana gave Jenny two such days to herself. She would have liked to give her a week but the Christmas season was an especially busy time. Lots of women wanted time away and staffing came at a premium.
It was the morning before the auction when Diana snagged Jenny just after breakfast.
“I would love to give you more time off but I need you to help with the auction,” Diana said without preamble.
“OK, just tell me what you want me to do.”
“You won’t be assigned a slave. I have that area covered for now. But I need help. I just lost four women and I’m tight on staffing.”
“Don’t feel bad Diana. I’m here to help and besides. It gets boring just laying around all day. I miss having something to do.”
“Thank you. That helps me feel a little better. I do need help.” denizli escort
Diana went on to explain a bit about Mistress Sherry and her duty as the one responsible for organizing and promoting the events and activities surrounding the monthly auctions. “I want you to find her and offer your assistance in whatever you can help. These are always busy times for her.”
Sherry employed Jenny as a liaison for those first-time women who were coming to this event. Her role was to help these women navigate the process of interacting and evaluating slaves about which they had an interest. What Jenny realized was the competitiveness of the auction itself. With only fifty slaves to sell and at least three times that number wanting to buy, many ended up leaving without a man to take home. The demand for slaves was so high that The Farm couldn’t keep up with the need.
Because Jenny could identify with these novice attendees, she served as a great resource. Once they learned of her story and of her apprehensions, many reached out for advice. Many more openly shared the conflicting feelings of trepidation of becoming a property owner of a slave. For the most part, it took very little convincing for them to see how the positives far outweighed the negatives – and that negatives were more imaginary than real.
It was a joyous two days. Seeing the unabashed elation each time Mariko shouted “sold” on the buyer’s face was, in itself the depiction of what it meant to be a dominant female. There was nothing like knowing, deep down inside, that ‘I am now his owner and he belongs to me’. The associated feelings: Power. Love. Possession. Joy. Compassion. Independence. Freedom. Lust. Control. Forever were many. For those women who did leave with a man attached to the other end of her leash, it was like being the recipient of the best Christmas, birthday, wedding and celebration all wrapped up into one joyous package.
Although Jenny was yet to purchase her own slave the time before she took ownership had drawn mightily close. On that warm, late November day, that day when she happened upon Jordy strung up in the hole, she received the news she had waited so long to hear.
“I’m going home before Jordy is through with his training,” Emily stated matter of fact. She and Jenny were waiting for their lunch to arrive. “And I have already spoken with Diana.”
“And,” Jenny asked anxiously.
“Yes, I suggested to her what we previously discussed.”
“And,” Jenny asked once more; the glow of her smile revealing the full beauty of her person.
“She said you could be his mistress for the remainder of his training.”
“Yesss! She exclaimed. Jenny jumped to her feet, ran to the other side of the table and embraced her dear friend. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”
“I told you, I wouldn’t let you down.”
“Thank you! I can’t believe this is really happening!. Em, this is such a perfect day! Jordy is going to be mine – all mine,” she said making her way back to her seat.
In that moment Jenny became the embodiment of the words elation and bliss. Emily was so happy to be a part of this moment. Seeing her childlike joy exploding through every pore of her being made her giggle. “You’re acting like you won the lottery!” She exclaimed.
“I have!” Oh I have. I’ve won ten lotteries!”
“But you can’t have him yet,” Emily said still grinning.
“When? How long do I have to wait?”
“A few weeks.”
“Weeks?!”
“I’m leaving for home on the fifteenth. After that he is yours.” She could see her counting up the days. “Yes, that’s three weeks from yesterday. You have twenty days.”
“Don’t you want to go home early?”
Emily laughed aloud and Jenny joined in the fun. “Look at you. You’re all but drooling over this guy, Mistress Jennifer!”
Their lunch passed amidst avid conversation and lots of fun memories. The two girls shared story after story from the past months about both Josh and Jordy. All the while Jordy stood bolted to the steel post with his head craned back. He ministered to, and took the abuse from the myriad of women who expressed their scorn for whatever reason had caused Emily to put him in that wretched hole.
The dichotomy of what Jordy was experiencing outside, what Rebecca and Josh were discussing on their first day together and the absolute elation Jenny experienced upon hearing the news inside was not to be missed. Jordy wouldn’t know of his fate until Emily chose to reveal her intentions. Likewise, Joshua’s destiny remained in the balance although he would learn of his purchase in just a few hours time. Life on The Farm was like no other.
And so the days passed until the long awaited fifteenth of December arrived. It was indeed a blissful day. To those observing Jordy or Jenny from afar, there was nothing to indicate their relationship was any different than any other mistress-slave one. For Jordy however, there was more than just a little hint of disappointment. Jenny’s attitude was diyarbakır escort no different than Emily’s had been. She was all business. At no time during the past few days had she even hinted at being especially pleased that he had been placed in her care.
Emily, Jenny and Jordy met on the evening of Mistress Emily’s departure. The gathering was short and to the point.
“Here is his schedule,” Emily said while sharing the sheet of typing paper with her.
“He’s up at 5:30 to work in the kitchen and finishes at 10. I’ve had him come back to clean my suite but you can do what you want. He’s got 45 minutes of free time. He meets in the home-ec facility with Mistress Betty for two hours. I think they’ve been working on domestic skills – sewing and ironing mostly but you’ll have to check with her to be certain. Look here. You can see here gets 15 minutes to eat and then he has 90 minutes with Kamelah.”
“I bet he likes that,” Jenny chirped.
“I’ve had a hell of a time getting him scheduled with her. I know she wants them for at least two weeks so he’ll not be through with her until just before Christmas.”
“And what about the home-ec side of things. How much longer does he have there?”
“I’m not sure, maybe till the beginning of the new year? Maybe a week more. I really don’t know. Stop by and speak to Betty. She’s really nice and will give you the specifics about where he is and how he’s doing. Anyway, he meets with Kamelah and then has a free hour before he reports to work in the food barn.
“He’s out there for six hours?”
“God yea. They have so much to do this time of the year. Sometimes I’ll get word that they want him to stay longer. This is their busiest time of the year.”
“Full day for you slave,” Jenny said, taking notice of Jordy for the first time. He didn’t look up from his kneeling-present position. Jenny kicked his steeled erection. “You handling all this work OK?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“I think that’s it,” Emily said impatiently.
“I can’t tell you how much I have enjoyed getting to know you,” Jenny said.
The ladies embraced, kissed and departed. Emily left her contact information on the reverse side of his schedule and offered to host her anytime she returned to the area.
…
“Mistress?” the soft spoken voice from behind asked.
Jenny snapped her fingers and reached with her hand up and over her shoulder from where she was sitting. The feel of a hard cock greeted her hand. Finding him mostly stiff she stroked his shaft until she brought his arousal to full throttle. “He did have a glorious cock,” she silently mused.
“You disturbed my reverie,” she said. “Doesn’t the snow look beautiful?”
“It does. It’s also cold outside.”
“Are you going to be warm in the barn?”
“I’ll be OK. It’s not so bad. A little chilly but not too bad.”
“What are you doing out there today?”
“I won’t know until I get there. The mistresses have been keeping us busy. Yesterday I helped another slave fill 50# sacks with grain. There is enough work just doing that to last another week.”
“And how was the class you just finished?”
Jordy could hear the curiosity in her question. “It was good. Kamelah had us working on the bottom position.”
Jenny turned around to look at him. While still maintaining a grip on his shaft she asked, “What’s working on the bottom position mean, my slave?”
That little possessive pronoun, ‘my’ was such a sweet word to say these days. It was also one she knew Jordy appreciated much. “She was teaching us how to lick pussy while lying on our backs.”
“And there is a different technique than when you aren’t on your back?” she asked.
“There is less control and less freedom when licking from the bottom position. Kamelah used me as an example. She got on me and started really going at it. She was trying to teach us that when a woman starts face-fucking us slaves have to stop what we are accustomed to do and serve as recipients.”
“Recipients?”
“Yes, she showed us various ways of holding our mouth and tongues and how to tilt our heads depending on where we were being face-fucked. Some like to concentrate on a slave’s’ mouth while others like to use the nose.”
“Well I can tell you this. Whatever part of your face I end up fucking you ain’t ever going to have control. That’s for me to enjoy and you to accept not ever having. I don’t care what position I put you in. You won’t ever be in control,” Jenny said sharply.
“I know I won’t and I won’t ever ask either. What Mistress Kamelah was trying to tell us was that because our heads are pretty much stuck in one place we can’t move very much to the movement of the mistress fucking us. The bottom is pretty much a ‘let her do what she wants position’. She’s reinforced the idea that we are always in a submissive role no matter what position we are put. But the bottom position makes for a unique challenge that is quite different than when kneeling or antalya escort when the woman is lying on her back.”
“I see. And you spent time working on how to adjust to such a challenge?”
“For about an hour.”
“Hmmmm. I see.”
“And what is her opinion of your skills, slave?”
“She said I’ve come a long way but I need to relax more and just be.”
“I’m not sure what that means but I’m glad you’re improving.”
“Me too. I want to master this. Mistress Kamelah is an excellent instructor. I’ve learned a ton from her.”
Jenny reached under and squeezed his balls. Too bad these boys are so small. I love big balls. OK, off you go,” she said turning away. Jenny gave him a brush of the hand to shoo him off. “Go do your work in the barn. See you tonight slave.”
“Yes Mistress.” Jordy bowed and left feeling somewhat disappointed. He always came to her hoping for more but it never came. Jenny never showed the warmth of that night when she took him in front of Mistress Emily and slave Josh. That was the night he felt the undeniable spark between them. There was something truly special in what they shared. And although there were inklings of something genuine just now, it seemed veiled. Jordy hot the feeling she was holding back and not wanting to open her heart in the same way she did that night.
Jenny turned and watched him leave the regally furnished lounge. He was so well proportioned and so good looking. “What a nice ass you have,” she mused.
“Lusting after your slave, are you?” The question came from one of the other mistresses who had been watching their interaction.
“Just admiring his butt.” Jenny chuckled.
“Nothing wrong with that. He’s a head-turner. Doesn’t he belong to Emily?”
“He did until a few days ago. She had to leave and he’s been assigned to me until he’s finished with his training.”
“Lucky you.” The lady smiled and then went back to her reading.
“Lucky me indeed,” Jenny said to no one in particular.
…
“Do you have a few minutes to spare?” Jenny asked a very busy looking Mistress Diana.
“I need to be somewhere in ten but I can spare some time if you’re quick. Come on in.”
“I don’t mean to bother you. I feel like I’ve been more work than help at times.”
“Oh Jenny, you have been a wonderful addition to our staff. Stop putting yourself down.”
Jenny gave her a ‘yea right’ look in response.
“No, I’m perfectly serious. I had lunch yesterday with Jacqueline and Cathy and Dana and your name came up. Everyone agreed that you have grown tremendously since you arrived here in August. Can’t you see the changes in you?”
Jenny paused reflectively. “I guess so. I don’t feel like a stranger here anymore. The Farm almost feels like home now.”
“And it could be if you want to stay here. You know you are welcome to stay as long as you wish.”
“And that’s why I wanted to talk.”
“Come; let’s go sit where it’s more comfortable. I can’t concentrate with these piles of papers staring back at me. They’re too distracting.”
They found a spot near one of the crackling fires just around the corner. “I’m sure you know about my interest in my new slave.”
“Jordy?”
“Yes.”
“Good man. He’ll make an excellent slave, Jenny.”
“So you are aware Emily promised me first dibs on him once he was ready?”
“I am, but Emily isn’t the one to make those decisions.” Diana replied candidly. “I’m the one who decides that.”
“But you are going to let me purchase him; are you not?”
Diana stroked the younger woman’s arm. “Yes Jenny. He can be yours once he is ready.”
“And when will that be?”
“Let’s go back to my office and find out,” she said. “Are you in some kind of hurry?”
“Yes and no. I don’t have any doubts that he is the one I want. I’ve wanted him ever since he got here. So yes, in a way I am in a hurry,” she said pleased with how the conversation was going. “I want to take him home and start a life with him.”
“And the reason you’re not in a hurry?” she asked as they made their way back inside her office.
“I know he needs to finish the program but I think he’ll be through with all the mandatory requirements pretty soon.”
“I have him graduating on January 8 with an auction date of January 23.”
“OK but the only classes he hasn’t finished are Kamelah’s and Betty’s. I haven’t spoken to Kamelah yet but Betty told me he’ll be done early next week.”
“And you want me to release him earlier than the 8th? Is that what you are asking?”
“Yes, but that is assuming Kamelah graduates him with her blessing before then.”
Diana thought for a bit and then began pecking away at the keyboard. “Betty’s records show he has two more skills to master. It would be nice to have him be able to practice once he is through. And Kamelah,” she said and then paused while looking. “Kamelah … Wow … her note indicates he is all but finished. But again, the more he can practice the better it will be for you.”
“OK, but is it possible for him to substitute work outside for some type of mandatory practice in these two areas?”
“Jenny,” Diana said standing and guiding her back out into the spacious hallway. “What’s driving your motivation to get out of here? I mean really? I sense there is something else at play here that you aren’t telling me.”
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