I often wore boots. I know, it really makes me a giant. That's the attraction, of course. I am a tall, lean woman with some slight womanly curves purely due to body shape and a medium but full bust and I think they look well proportioned so maybe they are bigger than they seem just because I'm tall. Sure, I'm biased but since I never had kids, gravity was treating me fine. Listen to me drift from my topic. With boots on I was closer to 6' 4" or sometimes even 6' 5". I loved the look of boots with a skirt or dress and since my Texas girl was coming to visit and I knew she would have boots on, I certainly had to wear some. Mine were a tooled leather with some of the pattern dyed turquoise and there were even a few stones mounted in them. They were hand made right here in Nevada and the stones were from a local mine as well. The dress I paired with it also had turquoise in it as the outline of some flowers. The straps were thin and the garment was light weight and allowed all of the boots to be visible a few inches below the hem.
I strode into the kitchen and had Adam stand in front of me as I dictated him his complete diet. I towered over him and imagined his face burying in my chest since that was his level. Petite women are cute, don't get my wrong here, but I enjoyed being tall and strong.
His diet is a mixed veggie sauté with baked fish and black or brown rice, his choice since we had both. This is what I've had catered for the last 30 hours or so, now I was just having him to take charge of it himself. I also needed his comfort level to grow in his kitchen. I told him that if he wanted something sweet there was pineapple and he could eat all he wanted of that.
The freedom part of the diet is that he could eat as much as he wanted of the entire menu I laid out for him as long as he exercised to a full body sweat daily. There was an exception to the sweat though since he was allowed to be sweaty around me was in the gym. Unless, of course I was the one that made him sweat.
He got right to cooking and I went to the fridge. It had a touchscreen and I started
tapping on it and when I was finished I said, "Your username is Adam and your password is slave1. You have user level access and can order anything from the store. Same day delivery is included with my subscription but it generally takes 2 hours so keep that in mind. Keep the house stocked appropriately."
"Yes, My Queen. I will take care of the house." Adam waited to see if I had something else to say and since I didn't he went back to cooking.
I walked up a few feet behind him. I watched him chop for a couple minutes and scrape his ingredients into the large pan. I do enjoy seeing a man cooking. It just does something to me. It was not lost on me that here he was, again in front of the stove and I had approached him from behind.
"Drop your robe." Without missing a beat on his cooking, he undid his waist tie and shrugged off the robe. I bent down slightly and reached between his legs, roughly parting his thighs with my hand and grabbed his balls. His breath caught suddenly at the intrusion and he tenses momentarily. His balls felt smooth as my fingers pinched them and knocked them around like my fingers were sampling their flavor.
I bent down to his ear, "My plan is to have you servicing another pussy today." I looked down his front to see his cock rising quickly, veins filling as he considered a second woman. "You like the sound of that, huh?"
"Yes, my Queen."
I reached around him to lightly touch up his cock with the nails of my left hand. Ticking around his glans and then back down to the base. "I have never seen Dutch's pussy but I want you to think about how delicious it would be to have her writhing under your tongue when you interact with her. Janet will be here before long and she needs us. She is lonely and feels rejected."
My nails lightly scraped up and down on his cock as I continued my rough massage of his testicles. His veiny cock was doing it's best to reach up into the air for my easy access. He was so hard and thick. "Every time she talks to you or touches you, picture her spread out before you as you perform the task I am most training you for."
"Mmmmm." he groaned. "Yes My Queen."
"When the opportunity arrives, you will not stop until she is screaming." I suddenly grabbed his balls firmly. "Understand?"
"Yes, Queen. Full release. I will see to it. Do you think she will allow it, My Queen?"
I resumed massaging his balls as my nails continued to tease him. my fingers touched some moisture and I stopped. I let go of his sack and pulled back on his hip so he pivoted toward me. With my nail free hand I pinched squeezed his cock at the base with my thumb on his vas deferens and using pressure, squeezed it up towards his crown to milk some liquid from him. A fat drop of precum appeared on the end of his cock. It was very liquidy and almost clear. It really looked about as clean as I would expect it to be.
"This looks promising, Adam." I collected the drop by steadying his dick with my hand and pushing my finger slighty into and brought my fingernail right along his pee hole. I stood up with it there on my fingernail between the two of us and we both stared at the smooth liquid. "It looks like a thin lubricant. Like mineral oil." I noted as we stared.
"Stick out your tongue." I said as we stared at my finger. Adam stuck out his tongue. I slowly touched the side of my fingernail to his tongue and rolled my finger sideways to unload the drop. It slid easily onto his tongue to disappear immediately into his saliva. "Sample it well and describe it.".
His tongue went back into his mouth and he said right away, "Wow. So much better. Its smooth and moist. Kind of mineral water like where it seems a little salty but there is a subtle sweetness there with a tiny bit of a tanginess like it hints at a distant pickling spice."
"Okay. so you're close. Very close. I want you to find a break in your cooking, don't mess up your food. Find a break and eat an entire pineapple. Okay?"
"Yes, Queen."
"Good boy." Then I walked away from him. Left him with his raging, veiny cock all worked up to complete thick, hard meat. I know he watched me walk away. I know he considered my ass as it moved in my dress, out of his reach. My ass rippled just a little with each step and those little quakes could be seen through the fabric. I knew he wanted to stick his cock right in there, he is a man watching an ass and that's what they are all thinking when they do that.
I was pretty wet as I reached my office. I fanned my dress a little and I swear I could smell myself. I giggled out loud just a little. I just didn't anticipate the extent to which I was enjoying my new sex life. That made my loins ache just a little. I couldn't wait until Adam was purged with a clean diet. I needed to get that thick cock inside me.
I had some business work to square away for the next couple hours before Janet "Dutch" arrived and so I was soon deep in emails and Quickbooks as I went through some accounting, catching up on some financial needs and communications.
I made a ledger adjustment for $500 for the money I would send to Dutch for her services today. Regardless of her insisting that she was a friend helping a friend I would not allow her to perform without paying her.
My phone buzzed.
GUEST ARRIVAL: JANET FROM DUTCH RANCH
I grinned as I read it and then locked my user account on my computer before heading to the door. passing through the kitchen, Adam was naked in his room as I passed, slightly damp hair. "Be sure to put your robe on before coming out. We are going to shock Dutch, just not right away."
"Yes, Miss."
"Thank you." I said as I continued towards the door.
I walked out the front, leaving the front door open and, boots clicking on the cement walkway, walked to the driveway loop. Janet was pulling up in her big truck. She often drove a slightly older Dodge Ram 5500, not lifted in any way. It has four big wheels on the back and today she had an enormous, gooseneck horse trailer. One of those trailers that hitches in the bed of the truck. Both the truck and the trailer where white. The sides of both were emblazoned with two staggered words, one above the other and offset: Dutch Ranch in bright pink with black outlined letters. They stood out pretty and bold. The trailer was obviously empty.
After the diesel rumbled to a stop, Dutch opened the door and a long, slightly dingy denim clad leg ending in a dusty boot could be seen under the truck, from where I was standing off her passenger side. Her windows were so tinted that seeing through them was impossible. She found that hiding behind severely tinted windows prevented creeps and idiots from seeing her driving and acting like assholes. We have discussed several instances before.
The tall, slim blonde walked around the truck quickly and moved to give me a good hug. Her hair was perfectly straight and as blonde as can be, showing off her Dutch heritage. She had a classically beautiful long face with strong cheek bones and chin with bright blue, alert eyes. Her long hair pulled tight into a pony tail, I'm sure her cowgirl hat was on the truck seat. Her hair, if down would normally hang passed her very small chest, well framed with her tight western shirt, tucked in and her immense Texas star belt buckle gleaming. She looked a bit dirty and dusty, but she was a horse girl and had the rig to prove it.
I hugged her slender frame tightly, smashing her into my breasts and wrapping my hands around her back and feeling her muscles ripple under my fingers as we squeezed each other. The girl had very little fat, kind of like my very new, small man, although his was a bit extreme due to the exercising.
"Oooh Carly I missed you so much, girl." she said as we embraced. Her Texas sound has dampened over the years but the accent was still there occasionally.
"Thank you for coming on such short notice. I missed you too. That ends right now Dutch." I gave her the pet name right back. My girlfriends all called me Carly and since Janet ran Dutch Ranch and carried her Dutch heritage as a flag, calling her Dutch was quite natural and she appreciated it.
As we broke our embrace and Dutch headed to her rear passenger door while I turned, I saw a figure in the house and knew that Adam must have watched her arrival. "Dutch, you need a hand with something?"
"Naw, Honey, momma gave me 2 hands." I watched her grab both her bag and the laser case and expertly push her door closed with her dusty, but pretty, brown boots. "I really could use a shower though. I can't really groom someone when I'm this dirty."
"No problem. Grab the blue room. Adam is in the green."
