Springfield-Four
Renee often said that true control of life simply doesn't happen. Not by humans. We can react to circumstances, sometimes unpleasant ones. We can react really well, or really badly.
"Go with the flow," she would say, "unless you know you can swim upriver."
On returning to Colorado, I found that the rancher that owned the bunkhouse I had been living in had suffered a massive heart attack and was not doing well. I began the feeding the cattle and doing other chores, helping his wife with the house while she was with him in the hospital.
I believe this delay in my return aided Renee and I. We talked nightly, and I was always yearning to see her, to touch her, but I had to settle for her voice. She was not perturbed by the delay.
"I'm sorry about this, Mistress. But I feel like I owe them."
"Shush now, David. You do owe them. If you bailed on them I would be ashamed of you. Now, make me proud. Take care of your benefactors. You'll be glad you did. And you will have proved yourself to be a man that I will be happy to own."
To own me. The thought made me light-headed. But our nightly conversations helped us to get better acquainted. And she was so easy to speak with, I felt like I could tell her anything.
"What do you miss most about me, David?"
"The evening ritual of rubbing oil on your feet, feeling the stress melt away. And your control, the structure of life with you."
"Hmmm. You just made me wet."
I laughed at that, then noticed my arousal.
"Wow! And you just gave me an erection."
"Don't you dare jerk off tonight!"
"Ow! That hurts! My hand is my next best thing! Hey! Tell me, what do you miss most about me?"
"O, wow! What do I miss about you? Gosh! The feeling of your tongue between my toes is a good one. But I love looking down at you when you're cleaning a creampie, and feeling cum oozing into your mouth. But it would be nice to come home and have supper waiting for me, prepared by a submissive slave. And to have you give me a bath and to wash my hair. Your submission I miss. Truly, David, I miss your company."
Oh, wow. She touched my heart there. I missed her company, and told her so.
We spoke until midnight, by my time. It was one in the morning for her. But it went on, night after night. I truly believe that was the period in which we got to know each other.
Rex finally came home from the hospital after a four week stay. They almost lost him several times during that stay, and when Martha finally brought him home, you could tell just by looking at him that he was on his last legs. After supper that evening, when he had gone to bed, she told me that she knew his days were numbered. And it was OK. He had been a fine husband, and whatever came would be the way it was.
I informed Renee of the latest news that evening. She surprised me.
"I'm coming to see you, David, and to meet your benefactors. I may be able to help Martha through this phase of her life. Can you pick me up at the Colorado Springs airport             at three p.m., your time?"
"I would certainly be happy, too, Renee."
"Good. I look forward to seeing you again. But I have a lot to do at the office before leaving. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow, David. Sleep well."
"You gotta be kidding. Likely I won't sleep a wink."
"Oh, please do. I don't want you falling asleep behind the wheel on the way to the ranch."
"I'm sure the sight of you will have me fully awake."
"Omigosh. Let's end this call before you drop another old cliché on me."
And she was gone. And I didn't sleep at all.
She stepped into the waiting area wearing a black pin-striped suit and black high heels, with a small carry-on over her left shoulder, long dark hair cascading over her jacket. I felt butterflies in my stomach. Damn! She looked good. When she saw me, she smiled and turned my way. I hustled to her and wrapped my arms around her.
"It is so good to see you, Renee. Thank you for coming." Her embrace was firm. Enthusiastic, even.
"And it is good to see you, David." She broke the hug to look at me a moment, then kissed me. I felt like a school boy.
She handed me the carry-on and said she had one suitcase, which I retrieved. Of course, I would carry it for her without her having to bother to tell me to. I had worn new blue jeans, a solid maroon shirt and a brown corduroy sport coat, but I paled beside her.
"You look so professional, Renee."
"Thank you, David. And I really like your look, also. I look forward to seeing a bit of your life on the ranch."
At the truck I opened her door and helped her inside, and she smiled when she caught me lingering over her thigh.
"Sorry, cousin. This is a bit of an upgrade for the old Chevy. You are the classiest lady to ever get in it.
And please note I vacuumed the seats for you."
"I feel positively honored, David. Now, let's get to the ranch."
It took about an hour and a half to make the trip, and Martha had a wonderful meal ready. She and Renee hit it off immediately. Rex was resting in an easy chair with a bout of angina, but he stood to shake Renee's hand.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, miss. I've grown quite fond of David. We were never able to have children, so he's become a sort of foster son for us. And he has a weakness for ranching that I've tried to develop. He has potential there. Of course, a good partner makes that better. He has spoken highly of you. I'm happy for you."
"Thank you, I appreciate it. I believe life with David would be an adventure."
"Come on, guys. Let's eat," Martha called.
We sat down to roast beef and mashed potatoes, green beans from the garden. Renee had not eaten all day and enjoyed the meal. And she surprised me when she got up to do the dishes. Martha refused and served us coffee. When she was done she sat down and gave Rex a look.
"We signed a contract to sell the ranch today, David. My buddy down the road will take it. I believe that I told you before of his interest. We'll get away with $900,000 dollars and can continue to live here. Not that I'll be around that long, but Martha can continue on."
He reached over and slapped my hand. "Come here. We have something to give you."
We followed him to the freezer in the back room.
"Big Boy and Albert will go with the ranch." He raised the lid of the freezer. "These straws contain their sperm. Oscar knows that I'm giving you these, so you have to agree never to sell them as Big Boy or Albert's sires. Theres twenty-four straws, so they can help you get a fine herd started. A real fine herd.
"I've shown you how to use them on a heifer, so you'll be OK. It can help you get a good start."
"Rex, uh, thank you. good grief." This was huge! Those straws were easily worth thousands of dollars. And he gave them to me.
"You've earned it, David. You deserve it. Just remember, when you start, buy average sized, older heifers that are not flighty. Pick out feminine looking heifers. Steer clear of the blocky ones, no long or short necked ones. Get rid of any with a straight hind leg, they don't give birth well. And, keep a notebook. Keep production rates and the weight of calves written down. You'll do well, son.
"Have I covered it all. Martha?"
"I think so, Rex."
He hugged me then. "I need to go to bed."
He turned to Renee. "Pleased to meet you, Renee." She hugged him then.
"I love you, Martha." He walked to the bedroom with his right hand on his chest.
Martha had given Renee a bedroom in the house, while I was still sleeping in the bunkhouse. I went to bed early while the ladies were still visiting.
The next day I woke up early and was intending to feed the cattle. I stepped outside and took in a lungful of the dry Colorado air, but then I realized there was an odd-looking hump in Big Boy's lot. I started to walk to it, then began to run when I recognized a cowboy hat in the mud. Rex was face-down in the dirt, already blue and cool. I started to get up, but Martha was already coming. She knelt down beside him and laid her head on his.
"He was always happiest when he was with the cattle."
She didn't make a sound, but her tears ran down and soaked his hair. I put an arm around her just as Renee came running from the house.
Ten days later we left for Springfield. The ranch was sold, Martha still had a home. She sent a dozen canned jars of green beans from her garden and twenty-four straws of bull semen packed in dry ice. I was surprised that Renee didn't fly back, but she wanted to travel with me. I was dying to be alone with her. And she set my motor running by wearing a volleyball outfit and flip-flops.
Still, we spoke near constantly. I loved speaking with her, looking at her. And I truly did try not to look at her legs, but often failed. Once when she caught me, she smiled and took my right hand.
"Patience, slave. This interim has been good for us."
"Yes, Mistress," I said, while nodding my head. "I agree." I was getting aroused. And I wondered if she was wet. And I felt her dominance over me, and I wanted it so bad.
As we approached Kansas City, Renee had me take the outer belt and then pull in at a Hilton.
"Uuhhh, this is a little above my pay grade, Renee. And my truck and trailer look a little odd here."
She gave me a mischievous grin.
"Don't worry about money, s-l-a-v-e. It's my treat. You just need to prepare yourself for a night you'll never forget."
"Ha! You've already provided me with dozens of those, Mistress."
"Yes. But I plan to outdo myself tonight. You, think submission."
The desk clerk was a very handsome woman that addressed Renee by name.
"Hi, Sara," Renee said. "This is David Jones, my boy-friend. Sara and I went to school together, David."
"Pleased to meet you, Miss." I extended my hand which she took.
"I've already heard a bit about you, David. The Springfield grapevine, you know. But I'm very pleased to meet you.
