This final chapter of Down on the Farm finds Nicole and Annabelle formalizing their relationship as Mistress and slave. In some ways this is a rather mild, romantic ending to this saga, but there is still some oil wrestling and a ponygirl chariot race to spice things up.
This is the final chapter. Mistress Anne and cowgirl are formally sealed in a relationship. But that is not an end, that is a beginning. The relationship goes on and the story can go on in your mind. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
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Sunday morning, Nicole was awakened by a commotion outside. She looked at the clock. It was only 6:30 in the morning and Annabelle wasn't in bed. Nicole hurried into the kitchen and then yelped slightly. Annabelle, Frank, and three farmhands were sitting around the table drinking coffee and eating donuts.
"It's OK, cowgirl," Annabelle said quickly. "Frank knows everything and so do the farmhands." She pointed across the table and said, "I think you've met the three M's.
Nicole stood in the doorway looking very confused, so Annabelle continued, pointing at each, "Three M's... Mark, Marty, and Mike."
Frank looked up at her and said, "Sometimes they are more like the Three Stooges, but they are good, hard working hands."
Nicole continued to stare at the three young men and said haltingly, "Have I met you somewhere before?"
"Give it a minute," Mark said in a very deep voice.
Nicole's eyes went wide and she yelped, "Oh.
OH!
" These were the three young men from on the road.
"You don't think I would let just any stranger fuck you," Annabelle said rather firmly. "Them driving past was purely an accident, but I let the rest happen because I know they are safe... medically and publicity-wise."
"Nice to meet you," Nicole said, dropping her waist slightly in almost a curtsey.
"It's a quick donuts and coffee breakfast this morning," Annabelle said. "We've got tents to put up and tables to get ready and the caterers will be here at eleven."
Nicole looked around the room and then asked timidly, "Am I supposed to dress, Mistress Anne, or do you want me to remain naked?"
"It's your choice until about ten-thirty," Annabelle said, "but let's not surprise the caterers too much. Put on something simple in case you get it dirty helping them set up. They will leave after everything is in place. After that I want you dressed in your white cowgirl skirt, white western shirt, your white boots and, of course, your white hat."
At the mention of the white hat, Nicole's face brightened and she gushed, "Thank you, Mistress. Thank you, thank you, thank you."
Annabelle looked at the four men and said, "She does get quite exuberant at times."
Mark muttered under his breath too soft for Nicole to hear, "Tell me about it."
Everyone else at the table heard him and started laughing. Nicole looked around hoping someone would explain what was funny, but when they didn't she grabbed herself a couple of donuts and poured a cup of coffee.
There wasn't much Nicole could do to help, but Frank and the three boys kept calling her over and sending her into the barn or the toolshed to get parts or small tools. Once she walked past where Annabelle was putting tablecloths on the many tables set up in the yard and Annabelle said, "You know they are only running you around to get you sweaty and glistening... and so they can watch your ass while you run."
Nicole flashed a big smile back at Annabelle and said, "Yeah, I know. Why do you think I keep bringing them the wrong tool? I used to get tools for my dad when he worked on our cars and stuff. I know a channel-lock from a crescent wrench."
Annabelle began laughing and Nicole laughed with her. This time it was the four men who were wondering what was funny.
Ten-thirty came and Nicole went into the house to shower. She came back out wearing a simple, denim, A-line dress that came about midway down her thighs. She could probably wear it anywhere and no one would notice anything unless she bent over sharply at the waist and flashed her ass.
The caterers arrived exactly on time. Nicole had been expecting a small van, but a large box truck pulled into the yard followed by two small vans. There were about a dozen men and women who rolled big things that looked like double refrigerators off the truck and plugged them into the thick power cables that Frank had brought out from the barn. Each of the units was labeled. They said things like, "Dinner - Hot" or "Afternoon - Cold" or "Drinks - Cold" or "Bread and Pastries - Cold" or "Steaks - Cold."
The caterers placed huge stacks of thick plastic plates on the end of one of the tables and set bins of silver plastic knives, forks and spoons with them. The remainder of that long table held pans of eggs and sausages and bacon and things like that. Each pan was covered and had one or two small burning warmers under it. The last thing the caterers did was to lay out a long table with various snack and finger foods and then cover it with a clear plastic sheet. A cooling unit of some sort was running under the table. After checking with Annablle that everything was to her satisfaction, they got back into their vehicles and left.
As soon as the truck and vans turned out onto the gravel road, Nicole whipped the denim dress off over her head and said loudly and cheerfully, "It's a white hat day! It's a white hat day!"
"Yes, it is, my naked little cowgirl," Annabelle said, "but for now I want you dressed up to meet my friends."
"Yes, Mistress Anne," Nicole said and scampered off into the house to freshen up and dress. When she came back out Martin, the tall thin farmhand, whistled and said, "You are even prettier dressed like that, cowgirl."
Nicole felt herself blushing. She wasn't sure if it was because of the compliment or because she could remember Martin's long, thin prick pounding against her cervix out on the road.
Martin turned to Annabelle, who was now dressed almost identically to Nicole and said, "You are very pretty in your western outfit, too, Annabelle."
Annabelle's only response was to straighten her own white cowboy hat and say, "I think you and the other M's should get out to the barn and change before people start arriving, don't you?" Martin took the hint. So did Mark and Mike as well as Frank.
Guests started arriving around noon. Annabelle introduced Nicole to each of them as, "cowgirl, my soon-to-be new submissive slave."
After the tenth or so couple, Nicole said to Annabelle, "Mistress, I'm not that good with names. I'm never going to be able to remember everyone."
Annabelle laughed and said, "Don't worry. If they are clothed, call them Mistress or Master. If they are naked, ask their name. Slaves won't get upset if you ask."
"Thank you, Mistress," Nicole said quickly as the next couple arrived. Almost everyone was accompanied by at least one naked slave. In many cases, the slave arrived clothed, but stood next to the car or truck and removed his or her clothing before following their Master or Mistress up into the yard. Frank and the farmhands had removed the cover from the cold buffet and people were standing around sipping drinks and munching on this or that.
Around one o'clock, Annabelle rang a large cowbell to get everyone's attention. "Thank you all for coming to this gathering. Your presence makes a special day even more special. We will soon partake of this marvelous bruncheon that will also be here for you to graze on through the afternoon. And around six Frank and the three M's will start cooking steaks for supper. Later this afternoon, there will be games for Masters and slaves. But, before brunch-- actually in just a few moments now-- there will be the special ceremony which is the whole reason for us gathering today. "
The crowd responded with loud applause.
"But before we begin anything," Annabelle said slowly, "I have to make a confession and ask forgiveness. Yesterday I gave cowgirl a taste of what her punishment would be if she displeased me. She is a very difficult girl to punish." Annabelle gave a short laugh and said, "... a very, very difficult girl to punish. She gets off on almost anything. So, what are you going to do?... What I did was to give her a day of denial in my Angels and Demons video game."
There was a loud buzz of conversation and a few people applauded.
"I made a very grievous mistake, though. I and cowgirl had not officially decided on our safewords. We had agreed to use both cowgirl and cityslicker, but had not established which was a halt safeword and which was an end of relationship word. Yesterday, I told cowgirl that if she used either word, it would end our relationship."
Annabelle turned to face one of the women at a nearby table, "I was just telling my good friend Mistress Tess about all that I did with cowgirl yesterday," Annabelle continued, "and she angrily told me that I should have told my submissive to use cityslicker if things were too intense and she wanted to talk about it and to use cowgirl if she truly wanted to end the relationship. 'Otherwise,' Tess said to me, 'I was using the combined safewords as blackmail to keep my sub from calling for a temporary stop to things.'"
Annabelle took a deep breath and said, "She was right. I didn't intend it that way, but that was what it was." She then turned to Nicole and asked, "My little cowgirl, do you forgive me?"
