It was a super warm sunny day. I pulled off the road and parked the open sports car under a huge oak tree, by a stream where she had suggested we meet. The perfect spot for a picnic .
I rang her mobile. I told her I had arrived – where the hell was she? She calmed me down instantly with her sultry enticing voice, so full of warmth. With an excited little giggle, she explained that she had put together some fun and games before the picnic – "The first thing I want you to do for me is strip off completely and put your clothes in the boot!"
"What? No way!" I said.
"In that case the picnic's off, and you probably won't see me again" she said, her voice hardening just a little. The thought of losing her was too much to bear, so rather rashly, but with a bit of a thrill rising within me, I glanced up and down the road, and did as she said. Her next instructions were to drive a mile down the road and look for farm entrance on the left
The feeling of the safety belt on my bare skin was incredibly arousing as I drove on. A quick surge of excitement thrilled through me as a couple of cars passed me going the other way, but nobody seemed to notice as I turned into the track winding down towards the farm in the valley below. As I pulled up, I phoned again, and she told me to push the car keys through the letterbox and I would find something to wear in the porch. The "fun and games" were to start with a manhunt, she explained, and after a five-minute start she would be on my trail.
There was a ball and chain in the porch. Realising that I was in too deep now to avoid her game, I padlocked it to my ankle, and moved off as fast as I could through the long grass behind the farm. Picking up the heavy ball, the chain was so short I could only stumble in a crouching run, so slowly that I had only moved a couple of hundred yards or so when I heard the frightening sound of the clatter of a horse's hooves in the farmyard.
Hiding naked behind a low bush, I could see her as she rode out, and she looked magnificent! Her beautiful legs were clothed in stylish jodhpurs, and even at a distance I could see that her superb breasts were covered with a really flimsy see-through blouse. She was wearing a ten gallon hat and brandishing a riding crop. For a while, she trotted around the field, challenging me to come out and take what was coming, and as I was watching transfixed by her beauty, I moved slightly and sat heavily on a thistle. As I howled with pain and leapt in the air, she galloped over with a whoop of joy, and gave me a huge slash across the buttocks with the whip.
She trotted back to the farm, dragging me by a cord tied around my balls, and led me into a barn with iron rings concreted into the floor. She pushed me down spread-eagled on my back. She fitted me with a mouth stretching gag as I lay there, and gave me a last sharp flick with her whip,. "I haven't finished with you yet" she whispered sexily in my ear. "In fact " with a delicious sexy chuckle, "I've hardly started!" She swept out with the words "Just lie there and think about what's to come!"
After a while, when my beating heart had slowed down a bit, I heard the slamming of car doors, and bursts of girlish laughter. In came my Mistress, as I now thought of her, dragging a naked man by a lead from the collar round his neck, followed by another woman dressed in a severe two piece tweed suit. "I'm lending you my slave to do what you want with. He's all yours!" she said to my Mistress and she opened the door of a small cage in the corner, just large enough for him to curl up inside, kicked him in and locked the cage door.
"Before I give you my slave to play with" she said with a gurgling sexy giggle which stirred my member even more than before , "I'd better clean him up a bit with my power shower." She pulled down her jodhpurs and the skimpy panties underneath, and stood astride me and let go with the contents of her very full bladder. On and on it went, with a considerable proportion directed straight down my throat. How I loved my Mistress at that moment standing there half naked, in paroxysms of joyful laughter as I swallowed her tasty liquour. I realised I didn't mind what she did with me after that, I worshipped and adored her so very much.
"You can take him and start his pony training" she said. "I'll deal with your slave for a while." She unshackled me and gave her friend the end of my ball-halter, and I was led outside by this complete stranger. My manhood, which had been at strict attention during the power shower, subsided somewhat at the change of temporary owner. There was a small pony trap, outside, where I was strapped between the shafts, and fitted with a harness and a sharp bit in my mouth. A pair of reigns was set through rings on the harness, the ends were clipped to my nipples. With this rather large woman in the cart, I was driven up and down the yard, being instructed in high stepping, and being steered by sharp tugs on my nipples.
