Bound Becky

I ease off the dildo still buried inside me and like an animal, I bury my face in the water bowl and drink. I am incredibly thirsty. I nearly drain the bowl before starting in on the mush. It is oatmeal and my favorite yogurt, plus fresh strawberries. Early June is my favorite part of summer, I love fresh strawberries and there are some in this mixture. I gobble it up, making a mess of my face, but I don't care, I'm so hungry and also aroused. Jimmy stands behind me and lets out a chuckle as a trickle of my juices runs down my inner thigh. It's not from my earlier orgasm, I'm getting off on being treated like an animal, just his plaything. Girl, you are sick in the head, you need to see a psychiatrist. Oh shut up, I tell that stupid voice in my head and finish my oatmeal, drinking the rest of the water in the bowl.

"Do you want more?" Jimmy asks.

"Yes please Master, may I have some more water?" I respond, my heart pumping harder in my chest as I realize what I've just said, but I can't deny it makes me hot, my blush is returning.

"Do you want more oatmeal, or perhaps a granola bar?" Jimmy offers.

"A granola bar please," I answer and swiftly receive a swat on my ass with the crop. Damn I forgot to call him Master. "Sorry Master, I forgot."

"You will address me as Master unless otherwise instructed, is that clear, slave?"

"Yes Master," I reply and hang my head as he walks away, empty water bowl in hand. He returns with a fresh bowl of water and drops the granola bar in the other bowl. I bend down and take a bite out of it, delighting in the crunchy goodness of the treat. Get a grip girl, you're falling into this way too easily. Before you know it you'll only be allowed to speak when company is around. I finally finish the granola bar after chasing the last bite around the bowl a few times, then I drink until my thirst is satiated and I kneel up, my legs still held wide apart by my ankles.

"Such a good girl," Jimmy says as he wipes my face on a wet paper towel, drying it with a dry paper towel. I beam inwardly, and look up at him. Oh my god, my pussy just convulsed because he called me a good girl. I'm a goner. I'll be crawling around the yard on a chain, never allowed to walk on my feet again. My mind is going wild with the possibilities.

"Let's talk, babe," Jimmy says and drags over a small bench, sitting down on it with the crop in his hand. He is close enough to strike me with it.

"Yes Master," I respond, not wishing to incur punishment, my meek and mild fiancé has turned into a strong dominant man overnight. I'm more attracted to him than ever before, and I was already in love with him, but this is a new found lust.

"First, to ease your mind, I already talked to your parents and asked if you could stay over this weekend. They agreed, they think my parents are here, but they went to visit my uncle who lives in the next state, so we won't be disturbed. Second, why didn't you ever tell me about your fantasies, we could have explored them without my having to resort to this?" Jimmy asks.

"I'm sorry Master, I just didn't think you'd be interested in finding out your girlfriend is a kinky little slut."

"Not true, most guys wish their girlfriend was a kinky little slut but are afraid to ask."

"Yes Master, I guess I should have told you, but I was afraid it would ruin what we have. I mean, our sex is great and you're the best lover I've ever had, not even close. Plus you're an upstanding member of the community and a damn good farmer, I'm in love with you, I didn't want to lose you because of some stupid kinks in my closet. I could have lived my whole life with you and been satisfied with that, I didn't need to bring it up, you make me so happy and fulfilled."

"Very good, slave, but what if it wasn't enough after a while?"

"I -- I don't know, I never thought it would come to that, Master."

"Have you ever squirted before today?"

"No Master."

"Awesome, that means you really do enjoy this kind of treatment, and I'm happy to give it to you. Hmm, my own personal sex slave, and a very hot one at that," Jimmy says. "How does that sound to you?"

"I -- I don't know how to answer that, Master," I say, my mind in turmoil. Do you really want this? Once you cross that threshold, there's no going back. But I just had the best orgasm of my life.

"I'll give you a few minutes to decide," he says as he slips the dildo back inside me and the slutty moan that comes out of my mouth should have given me my answer, but I can't be just a mindless slave, can I? Of course you can, you know you love it, you're already about to cum again, and he hasn't even turned on the power yet. Jimmy turns on the dildo before stuffing the ball gag back into my mouth. I'm still bound and I could rise up enough on my knees to keep the dildo from penetrating me, but like an addict, I stay in place and let it fuck me once again, getting lost in the feelings overwhelming me.

As my arousal rises he starts striking me with a whip on my ass and I can't believe the way it feels. Oh god, now he's whipping me. Where did he get all these toys? Yes, there is pain but it is melding with my sexual stimulus and turning me into a wanton slut. I'm Blowjob Becky the needy sex slave, a complete whore for her Master. Is this really so bad? I don't really know as the cognitive part of my brain shuts down and the pleasure center takes over, driving me towards another mind blowing orgasm as I struggle to remain conscious. And then it happens, just as I'm about to reach my peak, everything stops. Damn him, he knows me too well.

"So what's your answer, Becky? If you want to be my sex slave, nod your head yes. If you want to be just my wife, then shake your head no," Jimmy says as he starts up the dildo again and gives my ass another stripe. I'm climbing toward that peak, then once again, I'm denied. Dammit, I'd promise anything for him to let me cum right now.

"Earth to Becky, sex slave or wife? I need an answer." He taunts and starts the dildo again. Oh god, I can't give in, I'll be just a mindless fuck toy. But the thought just arouses me further and I wail in need around the gag, I'm so close. Oh no, he shut it off again, please Master, please, I need to cum.

I nod my head and he immediately turns the dildo back on and strikes me only twice more with the whip, both on my nipples and I cum again, my body thrashing and convulsing so hard that I fall onto my side and the dildo slips out but I don't even notice because I'm lost to the world again, and this time I fall into something I've heard about but never experienced until now called subspace. My mind completely blank, my body in total bliss and the euphoria washing over me is indescribable. I'm lost completely, I've gone over to the other side, I'm a helpless, needy slave slut, waiting for her Master to control her every moment. It's so freeing that I can't believe I fought it. Ready or not, sexual slavery here I cum.

I rouse from my stupor to find that Jimmy has removed all of the ropes and replaced them with leather cuffs. I am not bound in any way, but the cuffs and collar are there to remind me that I can be at any time. I lay on a bed of straw in a stall for horses or cows. Maybe he'll make his hucow. Get a grip girl. I can't deny that the thought turns me on, with my big breasts I would make a perfect little human cow.

I get up and Jimmy is nowhere to be found. I try to open the latch but it won't open, there must be a lock on the other side. Suddenly I realize that this stall is different from the rest, it is in the back corner of the barn and heavy wire fencing has been placed around the top of the open two sides, making it a cage for someone like me. I cannot escape because there is no way to climb over the top with the fencing. I am trapped like an animal. I sit back down in the straw, wincing as my whipped bottom meets the hard concrete. Yes there is straw on top of it, but it still hurts a little and my pussy convulses. God, I'm such a slut, he's getting a great little slave.

I look at the marks on my breasts examining them. They are red and one or two of them might leave little bruises, but the sight is arousing as I think about how my Master has marked me. Oh god, stop calling him that, he's supposed to be your fiancé and lover, not your Master. But I can't help but be aroused as I feel my butt and the warmth coming from it where he has whipped me. I suddenly realize that I'm practically gushing again at the remembrance of what he's done to me. My fingers find my clit and I'm rubbing myself toward another climax. I am interrupted by my Master's voice through a speaker.

"Stop slave, you are not allowed to pleasure yourself. If you do not obey you will be punished," Jimmy's voice orders through the speaker and I reluctantly pull my hand away from my puffy pussy. I look up and see the speaker outside of the stall, along with a small camera next to it. My Master can see everything I'm doing while I'm in this stall, my cage. Oh god, stop thinking like that, you have to tell him to stop this nonsense and let you go. Tell him that it was all just fantasy and you don't want this in reality. But I can't think of anything else other than the pleasure and the submission and how horny it is making me. You've really lost it, you deserve everything he does to you if you don't fight him. But if I fight him I'll be punished, and I'm sure it won't be pleasurable.

I hear Jimmy walking around in the barn, feeding the cows and cleaning stalls. I realize I need to pee again and there's no bucket in my cage, just a refilling trough with water in it. It looks pretty clean so I drink from it and the water level refills, an efficient design. I call out but Jimmy doesn't answer, he just keeps working and I sit down, trying to get comfortable and hoping he will let me out to pee.

Eventually he leaves the barn and my need to urinate has gone from annoying to urgent, so I go into the corner of the stall. In the concrete under the straw is a drain and I push the straw away with my bare feet and squat over the drain, relieving myself. I know he can see me on the camera, but I don't care, I've already done this earlier, releasing into a bucket. After I finish I use some straw to try and dry myself and walk around the cage again, trying to see out and hoping my Master is coming to play with me again. I could use another orgasm. Oh god, he's turning me into a horny little slut. Not true, I was already a horny little slut for him.

As horny as I am I'm also tired so I pile up the straw to make a bed for myself and lay down, trying to get comfortable with the picky straw sticking my naked body. Eventually my exhaustion wins out and I fall asleep. It seems like I just fell asleep when I feel my Master locking my cuffs to anchors in the corner of my cage. What the hell, I called him Master, not Jimmy, oh god girl, you've really lost it. He forces me up onto my hands and knees and then ties my legs wide apart with more eyelets and some rope attached to my locked on cuffs. I'm on my knees, spread wide and I hear him unbuckle and unzip his pants as he kneels behind me. Wait, I'm not even warmed up yet! He sticks two fingers in my pussy and I hear and feel the wetness as he withdraws his fingers, his nice sized cock head starting to force its way into my slippery tunnel. What the hell, I'm wet and horny even when I'm asleep?

Master rams his cock into my helpless body and I moan in appreciation, unable to wrap my mind around what is happening. I'm just a set of holes for his pleasure! As the thought washes over me I thrust back willingly onto his raging hard on, enjoying the sensation of his cock head hitting my g-spot. A slutty moan escapes my lips as he thrusts into me. I sound like a filthy whore. Oh, but a very happy whore as his hands find my tortured tits and squeeze, taking me to new heights again. As he plows my furrow I cum almost as hard as before and I realize I am squirting again. My Master follows and unloads his cum deep within my now spasming pussy, extending the bliss. I collapse onto the straw, my arms and legs no longer able to hold me up and he falls with me, squashing me under his weight. I'm lost to subspace again.

When I return to my senses he's already locked my wrists behind me, added a hobble chain on my ankles and wrapped a leather strap around my elbows, forcing me to thrust out my big breasts like a slutty whore. Yet I can't deny that I am still aroused and ready for another round. God girl, you are beyond hope. I sure hope so, because that euphoric feeling I just came down from is addicting. He attaches a leash to my collar and tugs. I get up and follow him out of the barn, across the yard and into the house. There's not another farm house for over a mile down the road, and unless this sparsely travelled road sees a car come by, no one will see me. Still, a little exhibitionistic thrill runs through me at the thought of someone seeing my sexy naked body, being led by a leash like a dog. What is wrong with you, how can you like this? I don't know, but my crotch is telling me I'm loving it as we enter the house through the back door.

My Master leads me to the bathroom and starts the shower. Why do I keep calling him Master in my head? He removes the strap and then the leather cuffs on my wrists, pulling them together in front of me and zip tying them. Next comes the collar and finally he removes the leather ankle cuffs. I can see the rope marks on my ankles and wrists, hoping they will fade before I go home. If you go home, you're his slave now, remember? He herds me into the shower and attaches my wrists above me with another zip tie. He starts washing me with my body wash that I've left here for when I stay over. Thank God, the way things were going I thought I might be washed outside with a hose. He takes his time and teases me in all the right places. I moan and squirm but say nothing, I'm a slave being washed by her Master and he has not asked me to speak. You're hopeless.

He removes the baling twine holding my hair in a ponytail and uses the handheld shower to wet it down. He uses my shampoo and washes it thoroughly, massaging my scalp. It shouldn't be erotic but I find myself moaning at his ministrations. After rinsing the shampoo away he gently applies the conditioner, working it into my hair and scalp. I could get used to this. Yes, this is really nice and he seems so loving and wonderful, like I know he can be. He rinses out the conditioner and lets the warm water cascade over my body.

He then reaches for the shaving cream and safety razor on the counter. He applies the shaving cream to my pubic hair, covering it all. I've always trimmed it up, but kept a thin landing strip, proving that the carpet does indeed match the drapes, but he seems intent on removing it all. I think about protesting but keep my mouth shut, showing incredible restraint. Master finishes rubbing the shaving cream into my pubes.

"You are my slave, from now on you will keep yourself clean and free of hair down here," Master orders. "Is that clear?"

"Yes Master," I reply meekly. What the hell is wrong with me? I've always loved having that little strip that proves I'm a natural redhead, why didn't I protest? But I know why, I'm just a submissive little slave and I want him to be pleased with his fuck toy. Oh god, you've completely lost your mind. I stand still with my legs spread so he can shave me clean. It almost seems like he's done this before because it doesn't take him long to completely denude my pretty pink pussy. I look down after he's done and moan with arousal. Oh god, I look like a porn star down there. I feel more naked than at any point in my life. He rinses me meticulously and then turns off the water, I am shivering with need.

"Are you cold?"

"No Master."

"Then why are you shivering?"

"I'm in heat, Master, I need you inside me."

"So my shaving your pussy turned you on?"

"Partly Master, but it is the combination of things."

"What things? Explain, my hot little slave."

"Well, Master, you know that this is my biggest fantasy, and having all control ripped from me is highly erotic. You just took away one of my favorite things about my body, not to mention the water massaging my poor clit."

"Your pubic hair? Why?"

"I've always kept it neatly trimmed, not shaving it like some other girls do, because it proves that I'm a natural redhead, Master."

"And it excited you because I took it away from you and ordered you to keep it that way."

"Yes Master," I moan and press my thighs together, trying to get any stimulation I can.

"You may not cum unless I give you permission, slave."

"Yes Master. Does that include when I'm home by myself?"

"Yes, especially then, you will have to text me and ask permission before you can touch yourself."

"Oh god, please Master," I groan at the thought of him controlling even that. You're going to be in so much trouble, you masturbate every night, more than once sometimes. I know I'm in trouble, I was already a needy slut, but since I woke up bound in his barn, I've been a horny wreck, even when I fell asleep in my cage. Oh god, why do you keep calling it your cage, it's just a stall in the barn.

"I will be merciful and most likely give you permission after you perform some task for me, but if I find out you've cheated and cum without my permission, then you will receive punishment. Am I clear?"

"Yes Master."

"I will allow you to cum as much as you can while I'm fucking any of your holes."

"Oh thank you Master," I gush gratefully. At least he's not a total sadist. Finally he cuts the zip ties holding me to the eyelet above me and I nearly collapse into his arms. He dries me with a soft fluffy towel and I'm almost overcome with need as my pussy is already dripping down my thighs. He spent way too much time on my stiff nipples and unhooded clit. Oh god, don't cum. "Please fuck me Master," I plead looking up at him with lust filled eyes.

"Soon," is all he says as he locks the leather collar and cuffs back on me, while I stand quietly, allowing him to take control. He doesn't lock the cuffs together, but attaches a leash and leads me out to the kitchen, giving me a simple two word command, "Cook dinner."

"Master, may I please have an apron to protect my sensitive parts?"

"Yes, use my mother's it should cover you enough, she's quite a bit bigger than you are."

"Thank you Master," I say as I put on the apron hanging on the hook. His mother is a bit fat and taller than me, the apron covers my lower part pretty well, hanging down to my knees, but the upper part barely covers my big tits and they are sticking out the sides a bit. My backside is still completely exposed but I take two chicken breasts out of the refrigerator and set them on the counter, looking around the cabinets for the skillet. I find what I need and cut up the chicken and some fresh vegetables from the garden, and start to make a stir fry. Jimmy loves my stir fried chicken and I make it for him whenever I can. I know how to cook many other dishes but this is his favorite. The problem is, the oil pops and spritzes out a bit, and I don't want a burn mark on my big beautiful breasts.

Jimmy goes into the bathroom and I hear him running the water, getting his own shower, now that his slave is clean and fixing his dinner. I hope he doesn't take too long, stir fry chicken only takes a few minutes once the oil heats up. I drop the chicken in the pan and get it started, stirring it around a bit before dropping in the vegetables. It smells so good and my stomach growls at me, I haven't eaten since breakfast and my body is telling me it needs more sustenance. I drink a cool glass of water from the tap, they have a deep well and the water has been tested and filtered, it's better than most bottled water. Just as I turn off the burner, Master walks out in just a t-shirt and boxers, his hair still wet from the shower. He sits at the head of the table and I put the skillet on a trivet and dish some of it onto his plate. I stand by the chair and wait for him to tell me what to do. I don't know if it's okay to serve myself or if he has other plans like this morning with the dog bowls.