May's B&B Pt. 03

May's B&B, Part 3

Pony Farm

We finally managed to get everyone out of the house by two in the morning. Ella told me it's always like that when more than one couple turns up to play. I looked at her and said, "We can't live here darling!"

If you want to stay near-by, I'll buy us somewhere close. I need a bit of privacy love; Wales is my getaway place. If I'm living there, how am I going to escape?

"Personally, I'd like to move a bit further south," said Ella.

"Brighton's nice," I said. I got thumped for that. She was smiling, so it was well worth it. We made an outline plan to look around the Peak District and a bit further south. Matlock and Bakewell are nice, I said. I didn't realise, now I had Ella I didn't need to escape anymore.

We went to bed and did what normal people do. Well, with her on top and me looking at and playing with her superb hooters. When I woke up in the morning, she was still mostly on top of me. It's still like that today; I think it's a bit of an insecurity thing with Ella, I'm not complaining one bit; I love it.

We had breakfast, and she did me a fry-up. Generally, I don't like food like that for breakfast, but I didn't have the heart to tell her. Once in a while ain't bad. It was all good stuff with proper butchers sausages and cooked to perfection. It was a pleasure to eat it. She just sat there watching me. When I was just about finished and nearly bursting I asked "what about you".

She replied. I don't eat stuff like that any-more. I have oats and fruit for breakfast.

Now-a-days, most mornings I now get a big portion of pussy for breakfast, and if I do it right, I get my usual porridge and coffee after. Its easily the best breakfast I've ever had

Ella came with me to my mum and dad's old place. Luckily, no one saw us come or go. I did give Graham another twenty-five quid so he could take his boys to the cafe for an hour. I took Ella to my old bed and we did our best to brake it.

Graham intercepted all the local busybodies and told them he was working according to written instructions from Mrs V Bell. He pretty much shut the door in the faces of the scrounges who were telling him mum or dad had promised this, that, or the other.

Lots of stuff was to be left for a house clearance firm to come in the next day. He let the scavengers have their pickings from what was left. My resolve cracked when Olive turned up. Mum and Olive had been best friends since I was in nappies, so I introduced her to Ella and made her day.

Olive is a gossip but she and my mum are like sisters. She promised me total silence regarding Ella. She would be bursting to gossip about Rick's new girlfriend after Bingo at the village club, but as she knew before Mum, she knew it would hurt Mum if was village gossip before I'd let her know. Now at least I realised I needed to talk to my Mum this evening.

I was glad she came. We were done and left Graham to pack his truck with the last bits. I went upstairs and lifted the floorboard in my youngest brother's bedroom. There was an old Oxo tin with his secret stuff still there. He died when he was in his early twenties. I had a bit of a cry into Ella's boobs while we sat on his bed together, and I told her about him and introduced Ella to him.

I needed to go then, I promised myself again I'd never come back here to Edenthorpe. That promise wasn't as venomous as before; I didn't keep that promise to myself either, somehow I knew I wouldn't be keeping this one. Dunmore took care of the sale for me, bless him, another one I owe him.

That was Thursday. We decided we wanted some time to ourselves, so I booked three nights at the Midland Hotel, in Manchester. We went back to Wheatley for Ella to pack a bag and buggered off. Ella told me that one way or another I was coming out of erotica tomorrow in chastity.

Also, more worrying, she was determined to prove Jill wrong, so I'd better get used to the idea that "your wee man is not coming out to play for a fortnight". She, however, intended to cum at any and every available opportunity.

I'd need to be at my best and maybe even better than my best with my tongue if she wasn't going to go out and find herself some available cock. I took the last as bluster.

I hoped it was. I've got a fairly high tolerance for pain, but none at all for heartbreak.

A few of the group were coming over to Manchester for the second day. Ella and I were going to do the first day as well. Most of Ella's clothing had a fetish theme, and I didn't mind that one bit, but I'm a bit old-fashioned, and I wanted to buy stuff for her. I also fancied taking her to Paris and spoiling her there as well.

There is a ladies hair salon in the Midland; it's supposed to be the best in the north. Well, that's what the hotel management say. I asked Ella if I could pay for an appointment for her, a full makeover.

I had an ulterior motive, it was, no one knew her better than Jill, and if I got Ella under a dryer for an hour, I could have a talk with her. Managing phone conversations was such a pain when there were no mobile phones.

How easy would it have been with a text or two? Jan gave me 10 out of 10 for being a smooth bastard. Coming up with the hair appointment idea she thought was a bit of genius. She told me not to worry about Ella playing away. "It was never ever going to happen.

She also said she would stop winding Ella up about not being able to cope without cock. Then added, but only if I you make it worth my while. I told her I intended to take Ella shopping in Paris, and if Jill played her cards right, I'd bring her some photos back. I was immediately downgraded from a smooth bastard to just a bastard.

What Jill didn't know just yet, was that I intended to take her and Taylor with us to Paris as a thank you for playing Cupid, with Ella and I.

I intended to propose to Ella in Restaurant le Meurice Alain Ducasseif. If, by any chance, I could get reservations for four

So off we went in the morning. It didn't take long to get from the our room in the Midland to Erotica Manchester. It was basically held downstairs in the G-Mex centre. That is directly below the hotel. I'd gotten VIP tickets for all three days. Though we didn't go on the third day, we pretty much had enough by Saturday evening.

I didn't get one chastity device; I got two; a Lori's tube, which just did not suit me at all, that, remains unused to this day,

At Ella's insistence, well as insistent as she could bring herself to be at that stage of our relationship. I bought a cage with a urethra tube. I was very unsure about it to be honest It was made buy a guy from Cambridge called Kevin who was just starting to develop a reputation in the British Kink scene. I bought it because it did the job Ella wanted, It turned out to be a very well made piece of kit. To this day, I cannot get out of it once I am locked in it, and it remains one of Ella's favourite toys.

It took no time at all for me to feel comfortable in it. The drawback is a week is pretty much as long as I can go in it. What we did order as well from Kevin was an ergronomical styled belt. It had a similar waist belt style to a Gothals belt.

While we were on his stall Ella had his gorgeous little wife pierce her clit, inner lips and a Fourchette piercing. She told me she had wanted the vertical Clit and Hood piercing and the Fourchette for years but couldn't afford them.

Kay, Kevin's wife had similar piercings. When Ella asked to see them she also saw she had her Inner Labia Pierced and asked me if she could have similar done as well. Its a strange thing, Ella's Puss is very much an inny, the only visible telltale were the two outer Barbel balls on the Clit Piercing, which wasn't a simple Clit piercing at all, it went through her Clit, the hood and exited on her mounds like an extended Christina piercing

As soon as my new tube was fitted, Ella produced a dog lead and a pair of cuffs. I was led around by my dick for most of the next two days. Some of the looks I got from other guys were pure envy. There were some envious looks from other women cast at Ella. She was very keen on showing the world what she had under her lock and key.

We went to a store where the couple working it made silicon rubber replicas of a man's dick. I didn't really understand why she wanted it, but it was fun having the mould made.

I now have three belts and a dozen or more tubes. The belt and the tube we bought From Kevin and Kay that first week we were together are still Ella's go-to devices. The time I've spent not wearing some kind of chastity or other since then has to be less than just a few days.

Other than when I'm in some kind of bondage or other my cock is always under her lock and key. Having said that, it's only when Ella wants to prove something or other that I don't get to cum most days, She insists she is still a cock hungry slut and Ella likes my cock. I argue about the use of slut but she says Jill says she is so it must be true!

I have never been allowed to wank myself off since the day I first met the new improved May. In my mind, May and Ella are different people. Ella usually gets to cum three times a day.

I wake her up with an orgasm most mornings. She usually wants one early in the evening, and if it's a funny old day or if one of us is ill, she likes one to relax her for bed,

When I say one, that's not one Orgasm, Ella's are like buses, they come in threes and fours. I never know when I am going to get mine but my chastity comes off several times a day.

Like I said I seldom get off more than once a day. I do get an awful lot of tease and denial. Special days like my birthday she will deny me any release for a week or so before. She turns my brains to mush on the special day. I usually end up with a sore cock that day, too sore to fuck for a day or two.

From Erotica, I drove us down the M6 to just past Stafford, where we turned off for Wales. My place is about 10 miles inland from Barmouth. It's not the easiest place to get to, it's also very hard to find.

When I first visited the estate agent had to show me the way; I couldn't find it the first time I went on my own. It's not overlooked other than from the top of a mountain two miles south, and its nearly all tree-lined.

It was originally the site of a Ty Hir, or Welsh Neolithic long house. Sadly, that's long gone, but some of the original stone is included in the existing house. There are two barns, and the outbuilding the estate agent told me was the shearing barn.

There is a nearby, long-out-of work lead mine. On my land, above the house, are two old mine buildings. One housed a waterwheel that powered long-gone mine equipment. I have re engineered the water wheel by installing a modern clamshell turbine.

It is the only source of power on the property. The electric company refused to repair the overhead supply after multiple instances of storm damage. They wanted me to pay for a new buried cable.

When we got there I'd left the underfloor heating on. Ella and I had to walk the half mile to the sluice, she wasn't too impressed with that but when we turned for home and she saw the view she was speechless.

While we were at the turbine house I showed her how to manually lift the sluice gate to allow water to turn the clamshell. That gave us power in the house. At that moment it started to look a whole lot more attractive to my townie girl. There is a power wall, a bank of batteries that will supply the freezer, run lights, etc. for a week. It won't keep the house going for 5 minutes if you put the heating on.

I've now installed a backup battery and inverter. That has easily enough power to lift the sluice to start the main turbine when my dizzy red head leaves the heating on

I got a major spanking for laughing at her when she asked how much does it cost to run this electric heating.

Ella and I spent the next three days cleaning and painting the inside of the smaller attached lean-to. It is a fairly substantial place. Solid walls and a good roof. It has ceiling beams but no ceiling. I ordered some cheap CLS timber from the builders merchant in Barmouth, enough plaster board to do the ceiling, and clad both sides of a partition stud wall right down the middle of the building.

Two more days of hard work, and I had two more rudimentary bedrooms. The windows and doors were intact but a bit draughty. It didn't matter. I had two 5 kW electric fan heaters left over from the initial renovation work I did just after I bought the farm. The place was taking shape.

On top of the work on the house Ella had me making dungeon furniture. There will be some extra magic in torturing you over things you made for me she said.

The first thing is something simple. A cock pillory I loved tanning your bum in the pillory at Wheatley. This is going to be just for us, though. Ooh baby, I'm going to make you scream in here.

So now, I have the four original bedrooms. I decorated one then got Bryn the brush to do the rest for me when I first bought the place. It was a shrewd move as it turns out to get Bryn in.

The locals hear abouts have no problems with new people coming in. They have huge problems with holiday homers who get cheep foreign labour. Then they buy a weekends food from Tesco, eat it then bugger off back to England without contributing a thing.

So do I for that matter. Big on community are the Welsh and I consider Ella and myself to be part of that community. I had two futons that made double beds in the downstairs rooms; with two bunk-style bedrooms in the lean-to. with Hardy's caravan and Dunmore's camper. Ella and I had ten places to sleep and ten couples coming. I was going to drive to whoever could sell me the 4 double beds we needed tomorrow and part with more cash.

Ella was one step ahead of me. With her very best smile she led me outside and into the big barn Graham's lads had left my dads bikes in. I had been so busy I hadn't even looked at them. By the parked bikes the four beds from my mums house were sat one on the other with a tarpaulin over them. On top of my little brothers bed was a small mountain of bed linen

Ella and I were knackered. We went into our nearest small town for dinner that night. I had a couple of beers with my superb pub dinner. Ella looked worried. What's up, love? You have had too much to drink to drive home. I realised the shadow of Mick, her ex-husband had fallen on us.

"Here, you drive us home, flower."

"I can't;"

"you have only had mineral water."

"I can't drive, idiot."

"Ooh! No matter love, we will get a cab."

"Not here, you won't." Said the landlady, who was clearing the table. "There isn't a cab firm here that works this late."

Ella, showing all her insecurities, was nearly in tears. "We have a room vacant."

"How much?" said Ella.

"I don't care; I'll take it," I said. Ella looked worried.

"Can I show it to you?" said the landlady.

"Yes, please," I said. Ella looked as though tears were only moments away.

"I'll leave you too," said Megan, the landlady, as she left the room. Ella lost it then and went all weepy on me.

"What's up, love?" I was getting worried.

"You can't keep spending money like this. It scares me," she said. There was snot, tears, and mascara everywhere.

"Why not?" I asked.

"We will end up penniless. I've been there, and I don't want to go back to it. Please don't make me live like that again."

"Oh, you silly, daft girl; listen to me. When Dave B and I sold the pumping firm, we pocketed $14 million quid apiece.

I have yet to spend a penny of that. Everything I have, including the farm, has come from the money that lump sum earns. My accountant keeps blocking me because I don't spend enough. I'll show you my bank, sorry our bank statements when we get home tomorrow. Ella, me and you are millionaires. I don't think me and you, with our tastes, could ever spend it, even if we tried. It just needs to keep me in Vitamin E and you in the corsets and heels and latex we both desire. So are you going to take this belt off so I can fuck you senseless?"

"No, I'm not. You're still on hard time. I thought I'd miss it, but it makes me wet just knowing I'm going to cum tonight and you have to beg me just to lick my puss." She held me by the jaw, looked into my eyes, and said, "You're suffering for Mick's indiscretions, but it turns me on knowing I can give or deny you your pleasure. You have to serve me; you cannot buy me. Come-on achy dick. I want pudding and a wine or two before I get my jollies."

"We have done a hell of a lot," Ella said over our residents drinks.

"Yes, darling, but, we have a hell of a lot more to do to be ready." Rick! Yes, my dearest mistress.

"Behave boy, I'm being serious."

"So am I. really serious? OK Love what is it?"

"Well you have your tools and your barn to work in."

"Yes Love".

"You said I can't have a workroom!"

"No, I don't think I did say that love, I said I don't want you to get yourself a job."

"OK, Fair enough; I Want to make Clothes, Clothes for me, Jill, Izzy and the other girls. I want to make something for you but that's a surprise."

"That sounds like a hobby not a job Ella, I don't have a problem with that all, I'm just greedy for your time I want to be close to you 24/7. I don't want to wake up with you and say I've got to go to work. I don't want to wake up to you telling me you have to go to work. Have you any plans or is this asking me for permission. Because if it is you don't need to ask permission. When do you want it?"

"As soon as I can, I want to make the harnesses and your present for the Pony races."

"Do you know where to get equipment and the stock you need?"

"Yes, my old manager at SR Gent has a contact he will let me have"

"How much floor area do you need? Will the bigger lean to be big enough to start with?" If it is I'll start clearing it out tomorrow."

"What Do you need."

"I've got a nice fabric machine up in Wheatley, I think Jill will bring it down for me if I ask her to. I need a machine for leather and I need an overlocker. I'll cut with scissors as I will only ever do one offs and press with a good steam iron, I think it will cost over three thousand pounds to set up but I think I can get cheaper stuff.

OK darling, We will set you up with an account. I'll put a 5 thou float in it. Don't buy cheap stuff, it never lasts. Don't ever buy Chinese, It never even starts! I assume you will need stock. If you need more it will be there. Just remember good tools make work a pleasure. Crap tools and your first project could end up being your last."

"Ooh god I need my sexy man" said Ella, "Fuck Jill and her mind games, winding me up about not being able to get by without cock for a week. Lets go to bed and I'll take your pain away big boy!

Next morning when we got home I ordered yet another skip. The big lean too was in much the same state as the one we had converted into two bunk rooms. Two hours hard graft and I had everything outside in a heap.

Ella surprised me again by baking bread the entire house smeld of it, we were doing propper couple stuff, I've never been happier and I'm still just getting to know this woman. She made me Cheddar and ham sandwiches for lunch,

When things settle down and we get a bit more time I'd like a greenhouse, Ella said. She was holding a jar of pickle and looking at it like it just did a smelly fart, if I can grow marrows and tomatoes I can make better stuff than this.

I was just thinking of seeing if I could ride my luck and tempt her back to bed. Bugger, my neighbours drove up our farm road and put paid to that.

I was pretty sure all the stuff I had dragged out of Ella's future sewing room was Junk but I had recently nearly thrown some stuff away that Ioan wanted. Not a bit of use to me but I hate waste.