Foreword
This is strictly a Maledom tale of erotic activity.
The first chapter sets up the action
The naughty bits begin with Chapter Two.
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Chapter One -- Rest
Brenda McCain was a driven woman, no doubt about it. She worked far too much and she did not take good enough care of herself. She insisted on micromanaging as many details as she could, of any project she was involved with.
Being the president of her own highly successful design firm came with a price and she was ready to meet it; until she got a case of mononucleosis. It wasn't a bad case or even a long one but it served as a wake up call for her.
Her doctor had told her that it had been avoidable with proper rest and nourishment. So she rested more and ate better.
She also hired an apprentice. His name was Maximilian Sunder but she just called him Max. His resume had been utterly fantastic. He had credentials and abilities that far belied his appearance. As he proved his trustworthiness over the next few months, she came to rely on him more and more.
She saw that he used his size to lull people into a false sense of superiority. He talked and acted like he was a bit on the slow side and if she had not seen his resume, she might have believed it. Under other conditions she would have never hired such a large powerful man.
Black as darkest ebony, Max was huge. He stood well over six and a half feet and weighed nearly three hundred pounds yet his waist was small and he was very light on his feet.
"It's too bad that he is both gay and my subordinate." She thought to herself as she took her seasonal leave.
Her doctor had ordered her to take a week every four months to rest and recuperate from the rigors of her work. She had complained but her illness and his insistence had made the breaks at the end of every season a mandatory event.
"God, I've got a week with nothing to do!" She thought to herself, "I'll go nuts!"
Then she laughed to herself because she knew that she wouldn't be bored.
She had turned over all her current projects to the various department heads and told them she'd be back in seven days.
She had Max make the appropriate arrangements and now she was on her way to 'The Farm'. It was a place that her doctor had recommended and after careful consideration and investigation, she had agreed.
She watched the spring day unfold as her limousine pulled up to the gate of 'The Farm'. The place did not look too impressive but Brenda knew that the security in it was first rate.
Max was driving her himself and once they were safely at the house. He opened her car door and carried her bags inside.
She looked around as a young woman came walking toward them.
"Hello, I'm Anna and this is my farm." She said in a calm friendly voice, "You must be Brenda."
Brenda smiled and returned the greeting before turning to Max and saying, "Thank you; you may go now."
Max smiled a bit slowly at her before leaving (she assumed it was a bit slow for Anna as he never acted like this when they were alone).
"Please follow me and I'll show you to you room. You can settle in before we begin." Anna said in that same friendly manner.
After Brenda had been shown her room and put her clothes away, she sat nude upon the bed and reflected on what she had set herself up for.
Brenda McCain had a naughty little secret. She was a sexual submissive. Outside the bedroom, she was a fearsome executive professional and she knew how to get things done. Inside the bedroom, she wanted someone to do her and hard!
She knew herself sexually and had known what she liked in the bedroom for a long time. There was no question of exploring her unknown sexuality. She knew exactly what she liked and had told the doctor all about it.
Her only problem was finding someone who would respect her in the morning.
"And why did that sound so familiar?" She wondered sarcastically to herself.
That was why her doctor had suggested 'The Farm' to begin with. Such a place could not have existed only a few decades before, save as a brothel. 'The Farm' and 'The Institute' were so much more than the so-called 'Sporting Clubs' of the Old West.
Both places were known to professionals in the medical field as safe places to explore and indulge in various sexual activities. The people were professional and well versed in many different forms of sexual play.
So now she sat and waited for it all to begin. She could feel both a reluctance to let her work mind go and an excitement building, now that she was committed to her stay.
At that point, the door suddenly slammed open and two men burst in, one of them was absolutely huge!
They were covered from head to toe including their faces and hands. Forcing her face down on the bed, they worked in complete silence. First they bound her wrists behind her back and then they tied her ankles together.
Forcing her to her feet, one bent forward quickly and picked her up effortlessly over his shoulder. Only then did the other speak.
"When we are done; you'll know what a real welcoming is like!" He said ominously.
Brenda shivered in anticipation, her eyes hot and her breathing ragged.
Chapter Two -- Welcome
The two men carried the bound nude executive down the stairs and out to the barn. They worked in silence.
Once there, the two men quickly retied her wrists with rope in front of her. While she offered resistance, it was merely a token and they pretty much did what they wanted with her.
She could feel herself becoming wet at their very touch.
Attaching a hanging rope to her wrists, they pulled on the other end until she was standing on tip toe with hands high above her head before securing it.
She was helpless, nude and very aroused. They left her ungagged.
Both men stepped back and surveyed the bound nude woman. Then the shorter of the two masked men turned and offered his hand to the bigger man.
The bigger man shook hands and the shorter one left the barn, pausing to shut the door on his way out.
"Obviously, he wasn't born here." Brenda reflected to herself wryly.
Now they were alone. It was just the sexual submissive and her tormentor.
The big man slowly reached up to his waist and dramatically pulled off a thick shiny black leather belt.
Brenda watched as though hypnotized.
The big man stepped close and casually reached out to run his hand over her bare breast.
She gasped in fear and denial at his touch.
He shrugged, as if to say, "Hey, you don't want me to touch? Then I won't!"
She clamped her jaw shut as she watched the big man move lightly behind her, the belt training along, menacingly.
"He moves well for such a big man." Brenda thought to herself distractedly.
She knew what was coming and knew there was no way to avoid it. Anticipation filled her with a delicious dread.
She heard the belt whisper through the spring air before the end landed with a wet splat on her very available butt.
She gasped at the sensation. The strike wasn't too hard yet...But she knew that they would become harder as the day wore on.
She could have stopped it at any time, she knew. A word or gesture was all that was needed to set her free. Deliberately, she held herself available.
A few seconds later, the hungry belt whispered through the air to find her again.
She tightened her body so as not to reveal how much she was enjoying it.
Brenda remembered well the first time she had told a therapist of her submissive desires. She had been quite young and filled with shame at any sort of sexual feeling that was not 'normal'.
The therapist had not been very supportive and Brenda had suddenly realized that he had been very threatened by her revelation.
The act of revealing her innermost feelings, though small, had a powerful effect on the young woman. She made it a liberating and empowering idea.
Dropping the therapist, Brenda had sought direction in both her work and her sexual life.
She was lucky and achieved success in both.
So now she hung bound and nude in a barn. She was being whipped and tormented by a stranger who intended upon doing even naughtier things to her.
She was so close to coming, she could feel the wetness starting to roll down her inner thighs.
The big man lashed her again and again; the pauses between the strikes becoming less and less.
Brenda gasped and struggled as the belt began to burn her bare butt where it landed all too frequently now.
She began to gasp and struggle even more as the big man stepped up the pace of his torment.
She could feel a plea beginning to build upon her lips. She hated herself for being weak but the belt was becoming just too much to bear silently.
The belt landed again and again. The frequency becoming faster and faster!
Brenda let her head hang back. Her body jerked as the leather tasted her bound nude and available flesh.
Finally, the next to last straw occurred. Brenda could feel herself begin to cry. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes and she could feel a great pressure in her heart lift as the last of her resistance melted.
Just when she opened her mouth to speak her safe word and put an end to the torment; the big man stopped.
It took a moment for her to realize that he was no longer striking her. She abruptly pulled her head forward and tried to straighten up as much as possible. It was rather a futile gesture and the big man laughed low at her for doing it. She blushed in response.
He stepped behind her and ran a hand negligently over her nude and well whipped butt. She shivered but did not pull away or complain at his touch. He murmured in approval and she felt slightly embarrassed yet aroused by his approval.
Then he stepped in front of her. He deliberately removed his mask.
There, standing in front of her, was Max!
Chapter Three -- Michael
He smiled at her obvious shock and discomfort before speaking.
"No, I'm not Max. I'm his twin. My name is Michael. I have been abroad until recently." He spoke in a deep voice that was rich and cultured.
