Down On The Farm Ch 08

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?"

"Yes, Mistress Anne, I forgive you," Nicole said. There were tears streaming down her face as she spoke.

"Well then," Annabelle said brushing her hands down her white, denim dress, "that is out of the way. Master Reynolds, are you ready?"

"Yes, Mistress Anne," an older man with a well-trimmed gray beard answered. "Are you and cowgirl ready?"

"Yes," Annabelle said.

"Yes, Master Reynolds," Nicole quickly added.

Annabelle motioned for Nicole to come and stand next to her. Frank stood on Annabelle's right. Mark stood on Nicole's left. When all four were in place, Annabelle nodded to Master Reynolds.

"Nicole Adamson," the Master began, "do you come to this ceremony of your own free will?"

"Yes, I do," Nicole said in a somewhat shaky voice.

"Annabelle Owens," the Master continued, "do you come to this ceremony of your own free will?"

"Yes, I do," Annabelle said firmly.

"Do both of you realize that I am a recognized minister in this state," Master Reynolds continued, "and that this ceremony will be recognized as a legal marriage with all of the benefits and protections that affords?"

"I do," Annabelle and Nicole said in unison.

"Then face each other for the rite of submission and acceptance," Master Reynolds said firmly.

Annabelle pointed at Nicole and then at Mark. Nicole nodded slightly and removed first her short western skirt and then her blouse. She handed both to Mark who set them on a nearby table. She stepped out of her boots and knelt naked in the grass at Annabelle's feet. The white cowboy hat, however, remained firmly on her head.

Mark stood next to her holding something on the palms of his hands as she bowed low and said, "Mistress Anne, I fully submit myself to you as my Mistress and beg that you accept me as your submissive slave."

Annabelle took a white leather collar from Mark's hands and said, "I accept you as my submissive slave-wife and give you this collar as a symbol of our relationship." Annabelle carefully wrapped the collar around Nicole's neck, touched the gold name embossed on the front of the collar and said, "I give you the slave name of cowgirl."

"What is your safeword?" Master Reynolds asked.

"It is cityslicker," Mistress Anne said firmly.

"Slave cowgirl," Master Reynolds said, "if you accept this relationship please repeat your safeword three times."

Nicole reached up and put her left hand loosely on the collar, took a deep breath, and said, "Cityslicker, cityslicker, cityslicker."

"Should there come a time, cowgirl, where your relationship cannot go on," Master Reynolds intoned solemnly, "what is your termination word?"

Nicole swallowed hard and then said, "It is cowgirl."

"Yes," Annabelle said, "our termination word is cowgirl."

"Do both of you recognize that the use of the termination word does not dissolve the legal relationship you are creating today?" Master Reynolds asked.

"We do," Mistress Anne and cowgirl said in unison.

"One final time," Master Reynolds said, "if you both agree to this legal relationship of Mistress and slave-wife, please repeat your termination word three times."

Mistress Anne and cowgirl looked at each other and said in unison, "Cowgirl, cowgirl, cowgirl."

Master Reynolds' voice became much louder as he said, "Then by the authority of this sovereign state and in my position as Chief Master of our special community, I declare you to be Mistress and submissive slave-wife."

As everyone present burst into applause and shouts of congratulations, Nicole bent down and kissed the top of Annabelle's boots. Then she felt a tug at her neck. Annabelle had attached a leash to her collar and was pulling her to her feet. Annabelle pulled her into a tight embrace and said, "Welcome to the farm, my naked little cowgirl."

Master Reynolds turned to the crowd and said, "Let's eat! Mistress Anne and cowgirl will be at the front of the line."

Annabelle held Nicole's leash loosely as they walked down the table, filling their plates with food. Neither had much of a chance to eat, though, because everyone stopped at their table to wish them well as they went back to their own tables.

Nicole said "Thank you, Master," to any clothed male and "Thank you, Mistress," to any clothed female. The naked slaves mostly nodded at her or said "Welcome." In response, Nicole nodded back at them. As she had feared, she remembered no one's name except Master Reynolds and, of course, Frank and the three M's. But no one noticed.

After several of the Masters/Mistresses and their slaves had stopped at the table, Nicole leaned in close to Annabelle and said, "I see that a lot of the girls have their Masters' names tattooed or branded on their fronts or their butts. Could I have something like that?"

"If you desire, my naked little cowgirl," Annabelle answered, "but I think we should give you a month or two for your hormones to calm down so you are thinking rationally. A tattoo or a brand is forever."

"I know," cowgirl replied. "That's why I want one."

After everyone had eaten, Frank stood on a tree stump in the center of the yard and said loudly, "We have a couple of games for your amusement this afternoon. The first is an oil wrestling competition among the slaves. It will be a tag team event. The slaves, themselves, must choose their partners. And both members of the tag team have to be pinned for the team to be defeated."

He turned completely around on the stump looking at everyone before continuing. "But..." he said, holding up one hand with the index finger in the air, "if your partner has been defeated, slaves, you are alone in the ring against both your opponents."

He chuckled and said, "So, it is most likely that once one of you loses, the other will also quickly lose."

Standing more straight and upright, he then said, "Masters and Mistresses, if you wish to enter your slaves in the competition, please send them up to me so I can get everyone properly registered."

About a dozen slaves quickly gathered around Frank. Nicole looked over at Annabelle and said, "May I, Mistress Anne?"

"Of course," Annabelle answered and Nicole laid her white hat on the table in front of Annabelle. She then scampered over to join the other slaves.

Almost all of the slaves were standing around in couples by the time Nicole arrived. One of the slaves standing alone was mare, Mistress Joan's slave. Nicole approached her and said, "It looks like none of the others want to be your partner."

In response, mare laughed and said, "Yeah, there's a reason for that."

"Oh," Nicole said, somewhat surprised, "is it because you're black?"

Slave mare laughed loudly then said, "Skin color has nothing to do with it. In the eyes of a Master or Mistress or even another slave, we are all exactly alike."

"Oh," Nicole said again. Then she brightened and asked, "Will you be my partner?"

Slave mare laughed again and said, "Yes, I will, but I think you might find out why no one else wants to be my partner."

While Master Frank set up a big whiteboard with brackets that indicated who would be fighting whom, the three M's brought out a big inflatable swimming pool and quickly filled it with clear oil from fifty gallon drums. Three drums brought the level up to about an inch and a half. Then the M's set up chairs around the pool so the Masters and Mistresses could watch the action.

There were a total of twelve slaves entered. Nicole looked at the board and saw that "cowgirl and mare" were listed at the very bottom. The first round was "sissyboi and wimp vs cumslut and toni." It was a very short round that started with sissyboi and cumslut in the pool together. They grabbed for each other and went down into the oil. It didn't take long after that for cumslut to climb on top of sissyboi and press his shoulders to the ground.

"Wimp and toni into the ring," Frank said loudly and both stepped into the oil. For obvious reasons, slave toni was smiling while wimp looked somewhat scared. Both female slaves rushed wimp and threw him to the ground. Nicole expected them to quickly pin him, but instead, they played with him for several minutes, sliding themselves along his body or trapping him between them while they slid up and down against him. After about five minutes Frank called out, "Only three minutes left in the round. You really don't want things to time out on you."

Nicole turned to mare and asked, "What does he mean?"

"The rounds are ten minutes," mare explained. "If you don't pin your opponents in that time, all of you get twenty-five with Frank's belt, and I don't mean the one he is wearing."

"Oh," Nicole said. She turned back to watch, but wimp was already on his back in the oil with both cumslut and toni sitting on top of him. One of them was sitting on wimp's waist grinding herself into his flaccid prick while the other was kneeling on his shoulders very firmly pinning him and pressing her cunt against his mouth.

"You don't have much of a chance if your partner gets pinned, do you?" Nicole asked mare.

Mare laughed slightly, looked at her and said, "You wouldn't stand a chance."