Chapter One
"I knew this was not going to be any normal weekend, but where the hell are we going?' he thought to himself from his position in the rear seat of the car. When he signed the conduct contract before leaving the city, he knew she would be having him taken to an undisclosed location, but now he was beginning to worry. They had been driving for what seemed like hours on some very windy bumpy roads. The blindfold prohibited him from seeing exactly where he was being taken, but he knew he was no longer anywhere near the city by the condition of the road, and that he had not heard another car pass in what must have been at least half an hour.
Suddenly he heard gravel under the wheels of Lincoln, and then... finally... they stopped. He knew they had parked either inside a building, or under some kind of cover. The sun that had been providing a hint of light around the edges of his blindfold were now gone. He strained to hear any hint as to where they were, but inside the car everything was now silent.
Suddenly the door was opened, and he was jerked from inside the car, and landed roughly on his knees, his shackled hands landing in front of him. He could feel the hard dirt where he landed, and the smell of fresh hay and some sort of musky, animal scent. "A barn" he thought. "She has brought me to a barn" But then he realized... Not her barn. He had been to Mistress' barn before for fundraisers and parties, It was concrete, and smelled more like musk oil, and vanilla. Not this old, dusty smell. Before he had time to think on it any longer, he was jerked up from his shackles, and dragged forward. He knew better to ask where he was, or what was going to happen. Although she did not accompany them on the ride from the city, he knew she must be close, and would not want to upset her by talking without permission.
He could hear a door slide open, and then he was thrust forward again, this time landing on a softer surface. Hay... no, straw. It was not the soft feeling of fresh green hay but the rougher cutting feeling of dried, cut straw. The kind you would line a horse stall with. And that is exactly where he has found himself. On the course dry straw of a horse stall. His hands were thrust above his head and attached with a snap to a metal hook, he was then pulled to his feet by this hook. Pulled beyond the normal limits of standing, to balancing on the tips of his shoes. Yes... she had allowed him his clothes still. This again was out of their usual routine of play. And he began to second guess his decision in asking Mistress to take him on as her servant, and to agreeing to this period of total initiation.
Before he could think any further, he heard her voice. Not in the stall with him, but from somewhere outside.
"I take it your drive down was pleasant?" She asked, but he not to him
"Of course... It's always great to get out of the city, especially this time of year. The fall in the country is great" the man he knew to be the driver of the Lincoln responded, "If there is nothing else rite now, I think I'm going to go to the house and get something to eat..."
"No, nothing rite now. I'll be in later..." She said, and he heard the man retreating from the barn.
Without warning, the rope that suspended him was released, and he fell to the ground with a thud...
"Undress!" The only word spoken to him. "Yes Mistress"
He quickly kicked off his shoes, freeing himself of his slacks and tie, and undergarments. He soon came to realize, after unbuttoning his shirt that there was no way to remove it with the restraints in place.
"I can't get my shirt off." He said, but immediately realized his error the minute he felt the leather of her crop hit his now exposed backside.
