The Reluctant Submissive Pt. 03

Ryan was amazed at the passion in her voice. It was almost as though she had forgotten he was there and she was recounting her life plans to herself just as reassurance the plans were real. She had given no clue during their time in London that she was a country girl at heart.

'As you can see, the house needs a lot of work. I'm doing bits myself and saving up to get professionals in for the bigger jobs. So the more modelling assignments I get the better, plus I've been experimenting with other sources of income.' Her eyes twinkled as she made the final statement and Ryan wondered what 'other sources of income' entailed.

'So when Master suggested a weekend of slavery I thought it would be a good idea to use you to help with some of the work that needs doing.' Carly paused as a confused look appeared on Ryan's face.

'I hope you weren't expecting a weekend of kinky sex slave activities. My definition of a slave is someone I can order about who works for nothing. But I might just be able to throw a few things into the mix that add a little spice to the weekend. After all, part of the challenge is you not knowing quite what's coming next. Come on, I'll show you around.'

Carly climbed out of the car and made her way to the farmhouse. Ryan followed in her wake. Carly unlocked the front door and stepped across the threshold.

'Drop your bag in there for now,' she commanded, pointing at a door to the right of the space into which they had entered. It was almost too small to be classed as a hallway, a space of no more than eight feet square, from which three doors led to the rest of the house. Ryan opened the door on the right to find a cosy sitting room. Dropping his bag onto a two-seater sofa near the door, he returned to the dominant model. Carly opened the door ahead of her and led Ryan into a huge farmhouse kitchen that appeared to run the entire width of the building. The kitchen had been thoughtfully designed and used a massive dining table as the centrepiece, on the far side of which was a huge window allowing lots of light in. To the right of the table was an alcove, through which could be seen cupboards, a worktop and an array of kitchen appliances. To the left another alcove that led to a seating area which in turn gave access to a glazed garden room overlooking a lawned area surrounded by a three-foot wall. The farm surrounded the lawn, to the right a path connecting the stables to the pastures that opened up to the slope leading to the rocky crag and to the left another path, again connected to the pastures but this time leading from the barn.

Ryan stood and marvelled at the house. It was beautiful, a perfectly designed mix of the old and the new. He also noticed that the state of repair was much better inside than out.

'Takes your breath away doesn't it,' said Carly, noticing that Ryan was captivated by the view. 'I love how light and airy the changes have made it. I always remember the kitchen being a little dark when I visited my grandparents but adding the window overlooking the garden room has completely changed the whole complexion of the space. This was the first change I made when I moved in.'

'It is spectacular,' Ryan agreed. 'Certainly not what I was expecting from the outside. The views are wonderful and the garden room is such a great place to see them from.'

'Glad you like it,' said Carly, a warm smile spreading across her face as she walked past him and into the seating area to the left. 'Keep up then, I'll show you the rest of the place.'

Ryan's first reaction on seeing the seating area had been that it was dead space sitting between the kitchen and the garden room. As he entered he saw it also contained the staircase to the upper floor, suddenly realising the odd feeling he had experienced on first entering the house was to do with the fact there were no stairs off the hallway.

Following Carly up the stairs he couldn't help but notice her toned thighs, a distraction borne from the skimpy nature of her shorts and being in such close proximity to the naked flesh. When he had first seen her in London he had speculated that she was a regular exerciser, but he now surmised that the legs had been toned by the horse-riding she had referred to earlier.

'I must warn you the upstairs is still a work in progress. Well, more a work yet to progress,' she said as they climbed the stairs. The upstairs was smaller than the ground floor, explained by the extension to the kitchen being a single story addition. There was a master bedroom that contained a double bed in the centre of the room, two free standing clothes rails that were both full of clothing and an old oak wardrobe. The décor was dated and clearly a remnant of Carly's grandparent's occupation. A second, smaller bedroom followed a similar pattern but without any sign of Carly having used it. Finally, there was a bathroom. This appeared to be a more recent addition and had Ryan imagining the house twenty or thirty years earlier having only an outside toilet and tin bath in the kitchen. The bath had a shower above it and both looked modern. A wall mounted cupboard between sink and toilet completed what was a simple but functional room.

'That's it then. Home. And your job this weekend, slave, is to start work redecorating the master bedroom. Now, back downstairs and I'll tell you the house rules.'

Carly led him back to the kitchen and indicated for him to sit at the dining table. She proceeded to make two mugs of coffee, not bothering to ask Ryan if he would have preferred tea. She sat opposite him, but the size of the table meant they were at least six feet apart.

'Right, so time for you to learn what slavery means for this weekend. I have a series of tasks you are to perform for your Master. I have a further series that you will perform for me. In between these tasks, you will cook for me and you will prep the master bedroom for decorating. I want the paper off the walls, any holes filled, all woodwork sanded and ready for undercoat. Now, as befits a slave, you will not be allowed any clothing. So when I give the command, you will retrieve what clothes you have in your bag, take it to my car and put everything in the boot. Then you will remove the clothes you are wearing, put those with the others and return to the house naked. You may keep your trainers and socks, but you will carry them back to the house, not wear them. Do you understand so far?'

'Yes Goddess,' he replied mechanically.

'Good. Two more things before you go slave. Firstly, I have some business to attend to in approximately half an hour. While I am doing that, you will undertake my first task. In the barn you will find two boxes. I have purchased a St Andrew's Cross and a pillory. You need to assemble both. When you are done, your second task is to cook some food for our meal this evening. The kitchen is well stocked and obviously I eat everything in there. I expect to be pleased with what you serve me slave. Now, clothes. You have too many. You know what to do. Car keys are in the top drawer of the sideboard in the hall.'

'Understood Goddess.' Ryan finished his coffee and walked out of the kitchen back to the sitting room in which he had left his bag. He lingered momentarily, taking in some of the things he hadn't noticed earlier. The room was another mix of traditional and modern with picture rails from which hung paintings of farm scenes and landscapes, an old sofa that appeared to be a throwback to Carly's grandparents again and an antique sideboard that took up almost the entire length of the shorter wall. The modern was a large TV that appeared to be connected to a PC as there was a keyboard and mouse on a shelf under the TV and a webcam on top of it.

Closing the door to the sitting room Ryan noticed the door to the left of the hallway that Carly had not included in the tour of the property. He wondered whether she had deliberately omitted it or if it had been an oversight. He thought no more of it as his attention turned to the task at hand. Walking towards the car he looked around and felt slightly less nervous than when Carly had first mentioned the task. It was clear they were at the end of what was quite a long track with no reason for anyone other than a visitor to the house to come this way.

Ryan popped the boot open and took the clothes from his bag. Leaving just the collection of toys his Master had required him to bring and his toilet bag, Ryan then began to strip. He felt self-conscious being out in the open and his thoughts drifted back to the task he had performed on the beach a little over a week before. Was it really only a week? Marvelling at how much seemed to have happened in such a short space of time, he was distracted from the mechanics of undressing. It was only the act of pushing his pants down his thighs and exposing the chastity cage to daylight that brought him back to the reality of his current situation.

He felt exposed as he walked back to the house. Looking at the floor and taking care where he placed his bare feet, he wondered where the balance of the weekend would sit between hard work and kink. At least he enjoyed decorating, he thought as he pushed the door open, though doing so nude would be a new experience.

Carly was waiting for him as he walked back into the kitchen. He stopped when he saw her and went to cover his groin. She'd seen him naked before, but it still felt odd especially in this setting which was very different to the hotel in which their previous D/s scene had played out.

'No need to be shy. I've seen it all before. Hands behind your head slave! And spread those legs.' She was in full on dominant mode again. Ryan complied immediately. Carly closed the gap between them until her face took up Ryan's entire field of vision. He once again marvelled at how strikingly beautiful she was, though his thoughts were soon taken up by the pain in his testicles as she grasped them firmly.

'I just love how vulnerable you are with this cage on. I'm going to make the most of that this weekend. Now, you have your errands slave, off you run.' As she finished speaking she gave another firm squeeze that prompted a yelp from Ryan and a laugh from Carly.

Ryan's work in the barn wasn't too complicated. Both the cross and the pillory were simple assembly jobs. As he put them together he realised both were quality items, solidly built with good strong joints and clear instructions for the self-assembly. Ryan wasn't sure where Carly wanted each so he left them where he thought best and headed back to the kitchen for his second task.

There was no sign of Carly as he entered the farmhouse but he'd been given his task so there was no need to look for her. Opening the fridge he found she had been truthful in her comment regarding the amount of food that was available. He took a quick stock check and also inspected the cupboards to see what other ingredients he could find. It was more than likely he would be doing all the cooking and so he tried to plan at least four meals from the food he could see around him. Then he started the prep for his choice for that evening, salmon with boiled potatoes, a light salad and a cucumber and dill dressing.

The food was almost ready when Carly reappeared. She gave no clue as to what she had been doing and Ryan didn't see it as his place to ask. Looking at the salmon in the pan she murmured her approval and suggested Ryan bring the food through to the main part of the kitchen when it was done. As he was plating the food, Ryan did wonder whether she was going to do something to remind him of his slave status but nothing was said and they ate a normal meal, the only unusual aspect being Ryan's lack of clothing. Carly even complemented him on the salad dressing.

'Right, clear away slave and then bring me a nice glass of white wine into the sitting room. It's time for some tasks.' With that she got up from the table leaving her empty plate and water glass behind. Ryan cleared away as instructed and then took the wine to Carly.

As he walked in he couldn't help but notice the rug had been pulled back from in front of the fireplace to reveal a parquet floor. In the centre of the space that had been created, the larger of the two dildos Ryan had brought with him was mounted. Ryan immediately looked around for his bag but noticed it was no longer where he had left it earlier that day. Composing himself, he approached Carly and passed her the wine glass. Then he stood in front of her, his hands clasped behind his back, waiting for her next instruction.

'Your Master tells me you have been practicing riding that,' she said, indicating the dildo. 'You need to keep practicing apparently, so that you are ready for what Mistress Samantha has in store for you next week.' Carly had found out about the dominatrix that the Master had arranged for Ryan to meet having followed him to the chambers used by the Mistress when they had both been in London. That had been the trigger for Carly to expose her dominant tendencies to Ryan.

'So show me how good you are at taking cock, slave.' It was a matter of fact command. Ryan hesitated slightly, conscious that so far Carly had not seen him perform any sexual acts. She noticed the hesitation and threw him a bottle of lube that had appeared from nowhere.

'Come on slave. You don't get to say no this weekend, don't forget that. Now let's see what you look like with a cock in your ass.' Ryan was a little taken aback with the course language. Carly had always given the impression of being very professional and he'd pictured her fitting in well with the country set, out riding her horse. The crude talk coming from her mouth now was the exact opposite of what he had come to expect from her.

He had mixed emotions as he stepped towards the dildo. He wanted to please her, the hidden submissive that had been awakened by recent events coming to the fore and driving him to do things that weeks before he would have found impossible to consider. Yet at the same time, Carly was a colleague, someone he had worked with just a few days ago to produce photographs that were likely to form part of a national advertising campaign. It didn't feel right to be performing in front of her and showing her just what a submissive whore he had become. As the word 'whore' cannoned around inside his head, he realised the working relationship he had enjoyed with Carly had gone forever. She was a dominant now and he was expected to do as she directed. The submissive feelings suddenly overwhelmed him and he knew that he was growing comfortable in that role.

He squirted lube from the bottle and proceeded to coat first the dildo and then his ass. The embarrassment he had felt moments before was gone, after all if his Goddess wanted to see this he was expected to do it. Satisfied there was enough lube, he squatted over the dildo and looked at his reflection in the blank TV screen.

'No slave. I want you to face me. I want to look you in the eye as you take my cock in your boi pussy.' The Carly he had met in London had gone now. He was in the presence of a dominant woman who knew exactly what she expected. It scared him a little as he realised he didn't really know this woman who now controlled him. He raised himself and slowly turned to face her, before once more squatting over the dildo.

'No slave. I can see now why your Master wanted me to observe this. Remember you are doing this so I can see you, so your dominant can observe your total commitment. Don't hunch over the dildo. You need to display yourself. Wait, let me show you.' With that, she left Ryan crouched over the dildo and picked up her phone. After some clicking and scrolling, she got up off the sofa and held the screen in front of him.

'Like this. You should take a pride in what you are doing.' Carly held her phone directly in front of Ryan's face.

The video clip on the phone showed a man on all fours over a dildo, but unlike the usual position of face down and ass up he was face up with his back to the floor. His feet were shoulder width apart and nearest to the camera, his shoulders pushed out in an unnatural position as the arms were thrust down behind his back to take the weight of his torso. The position presented his genitals and ass to the viewer and left no doubt as to the location of the dildo that was positioned between his ass cheeks. Ryan shuddered as he moved into position, feeling more exposed than at any point on his journey of submission.

'That's better. I want to see that dildo disappear inside you slave boy.' Carly moved back to her position on the sofa and lifted her wine glass for another sip as Ryan positioned the head of the phallus against his sphincter and slowly lowered himself. Utterly exposed with his legs spread and his limp penis pulled down by the weight of the cage he looked to one side, unable to meet the gaze of the dominant. But she was having none of it.

'No slave. Look at me. You shouldn't be ashamed of what you are doing.' Ryan raised his head and looked at Carly, who had a broad grin on her face. As he lowered himself onto the phallus, she nodded in apparent encouragement.

'That's much better. Now ride it. Up and down. Imagine that cage has been on your tiny nub of a cock for a month and this is the first sexual experience you've been allowed.' It had been less than a week but the constant reminders of his chastity and the sexual situations he had found himself in meant Ryan was already desperate to be allowed an orgasm. How would he last with two more weeks of his sentence left to serve?

Carly watched Ryan for another 10 minutes, making the occasional derogatory comment as to his status and that fact his penis was locked, interspersed with encouraging comments about how well he was performing. Once Ryan was over the initial embarrassment he tried to enjoy what he was doing. As with the previous times he had ridden the dildo, once the first few thrusts were over and his body adjusted to the invasion, he started to enjoy the feeling of the phallus inside his anus. Eventually she ordered him to stop. Ryan was exhausted, the unusual position having taken its toll on his arms and legs. As Carly said stop he allowed his weight to sink to the floor, knowing that this would force the dildo to its maximum depth. He groaned as his ass cheeks touched the floor, which prompted Carly to chuckle again.

'OK, up you get slave. That was good enough. You won't embarrass yourself when you put on your show for the Master. Now I suggest you go and clean up before the call starts. Take the dildo with you'

Ryan was confused and as he picked up the phallus he felt compelled to ask Carly to clarify.

'Oh, did I forget to tell you slave. Your Master wants to see you perform but he suggested I check beforehand in case you had managed to fake what you'd sent in the past. The video call starts in 20 minutes.' She had a broad grin on her face as she looked at the shock on Ryan's.

'Are you sure Goddess? Master said we would never do anything like this,' Ryan asked.

'Well he must have changed his mind slave because he was quite clear in the instruction he gave to me. Video call. No mask, he wants to see everything. Now that you've been exposed to me and Samantha, he doesn't see there's any need for you to hide your face from him either.'

Ryan had realised on that day in London when he had met Samantha that the dynamic of his submission had changed. When he had initially agreed to serve the Master, he had pictured an exclusively online arrangement, similar to the one his girlfriend had experienced with the dominant. Finding himself in front of Mistress Samantha had shocked him and though he had known the dominant had seen his face, the fact she didn't actually know who he was had been enough to persuade him to go through with the session. Then when Carly had discovered his secret, the desire to please her had overwhelmed him as his true submissive feelings had come to the fore after being probed by the Master for over a week. So the Master seeing his face was not really an issue, the danger to his reputation and even his livelihood came from Carly, who knew his identity and had seen him naked and submissive.