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"I'm really sorry for your loss Matt. If there is anything you need. Anything at all, we're both here for you." An old woman said, patting me on the shoulder before her and her husband walked out of the church.
I just wanted to tell everyone to fuck off and leave me alone, but I knew these people meant well. I clenched my fists in my pockets as I spotted another couple approaching me. I let out a sigh of relief as my girlfriend appeared between us and casually guided the pair past me and out of the door. She gave me a soft and understanding smile as she escorted the couple outside. I gave her a small nod in thanks but the break was short lived as yet another old woman came to offer her condolences.
My parents had passed away three weeks ago in a car crash down a country lane near our family home. It was a shock to me and the entire village that was near to our farm. Being so remote, everyone knows everyone around here. This meant that the entire church had been packed for their funeral. A pleasant thought at first but once the ceremony had ended, I started to wish it had been empty. These people had known me as a kid, and barely seen me once in the last twenty years since I had moved to the city for work.
Eventually the last few people bid farewell and Annie and I were free to head back to my parents' farmhouse. It's a beautiful, yet simple, stone house. Plants cover half of the stonework making it colourful during the summer, and the smoke that billows out of the chimneys make it homely in the winter months. I would have missed living here if it wasn't for the fact that it's half an hour into the village and five hours to any large towns. I work in the nearest city and it was an eight-hour drive.
The day after the funeral my parents' solicitor came around to go through the will and my parent's assets. We'd spoken multiple times the past few weeks in the lead up to the funeral so there aren't any big surprises. I'd known my parents were well off given that they owned the large farm they spent their lives running. Yet we had led a simple life; running a farm hadn't allowed much time for extravagant holidays and my parents had crashed in the car that was almost as old as I was. And before you say it, no, that wasn't the cause of the crash. The drunk driver going double the speed limit was the cause of their, and his, deaths. Not a steel workhorse of a car that didn't have powered steering.
Working in the banking sector, I am aware of the tax implications around paying off the tax on the property as I don't want to lose the farm. Having already looked into how much cash I could quickly get my hands on, the solicitor showing me a breakdown of my parent's finances really makes me wonder why they'd always said no when I had always dreamed of going skiing as a kid.
Over the next few weeks my girlfriend and I spend our time chilling on the farm. My parents had long since stopped running the farm in a hands-on manner so we are able to just relax and worry about the paperwork later. Life here is so different, I had almost forgotten what it's like to sleep through without the noise of sirens or drunk people waking you in the night. The sex is also far more fun. We are far from vanilla even in the city, Annie and I both love to fuck next to or even against the window of our flat. Looking out at the city and making up stories about who is looking back at us gets both of us panting. Out here though, we are able to have sex in our garden, in the woods, even once in the stables. The last was a tad too smelly and unhygienic to be repeated.
My dad had loved looking after the farm machines, and had taught me how to fix engines and weld broken trailers. Since I'd left, my dad had only added to his workshop. After catching me playing around with my dad's kit, Annie had jokingly suggested I make us some new toys to add to our already large collection. Two days later, she is strapped into a wooden and metal cross in the living room, her magic wand tied to her leg vibrating gently against her pussy.
"Please." She begged as I walk into the living room.
I'd left her here almost two hours ago having promised today would be fun. Promptly after getting her all tied up though, I had headed over to the farm office about a mile down a track to discuss the farm's running with the team my parents employ. Although I hadn't let her know, I did keep a live feed from a hidden camera to my phone so I could keep an eye on her. It also meant that for the entire walk back, I'd put my headphones in and just listened to her moans and bratty threats.
"Please what?" I ask, relaxing on the sofa with a glass of water and ice.
Annie is a beautiful woman. As an actress and dancer working in the theatre industry, she has muscle definition and is wonderfully flexible. As I watch her, I can see her muscles flexing against her bindings. Her skin glistens from the sheen of sweat now covering her body. She can only get her toes on the ground if she really stretches her feet, leaving most of her weight in the leather cuffs strapped to her wrists and ankles. They're proper cuffs though that we'd bought in the city, so whilst she is far from comfortable, she isn't going to hurt herself.
"Please, Matt. Turn the vibrator up. Or better yet, get me down off this infernal cross and fuck me." She tries to sound demanding, but her gasps and moans that interrupt her words give away her desperation.
I watch a little line of liquid running down her thigh, wandering if it's sweat or something sweeter. Her pink face almost matches her areolas and little nipples that point at me from on top of her small but perky breasts. I stand and walk up to her. The extra couple of inches her bindings give her mean we are now practically eye level with one another.
"Water?" I offer her, pressing the glass against her bright, lipstick covered lip.
She takes a sip, but doesn't thank me.
"What do you say to someone who's done something nice for you?" I ask her, casually fishing out an ice cube as I stare her down.
"I'd say thank you. What do you say to someone who's left you strung up like a drying piece of meat?" She retorts, doing her best to lift herself up so she is a few inches taller than me.
"Oh, because you're so dry right now?" I chuckle, pressing the ice against one of her nipples causing her next counter to come out as a gasp.
"Ohhhh, fuck." She shudders.
I make a slow spiral with the ice, eventually running it just under her breast before moving to the other breast and doing the same pattern in reverse. There is barely any ice left between my fingers so I pop it in her open mouth and scoop out another piece.
"Please." She begs again.
Ignoring her request, I run the ice from her lower lip downwards. Her body flexes and shakes, especially as I descend her stomach.
"Please, please..." She pants as I approach her pussy, her words becoming more like moans than words with each repetition.
I move to the side that doesn't have her still buzzing vibe, her legs shaking as I cool her already damp thigh.
"Use your words slut. You know there is only one word that will get you what you want." I tell Annie as she continues to mumble inaudibly.
I rise and push the remanence of the second ice cube into her mouth.
"Please fuck me... Sir."
I love her wide green eyes when she gets to this point. We are both quite dominant, loud personalities, so surrendering is never something either of us do easily. Rather than cause arguments between us, it had started a competition. Even when willingly tied up, we will both remain annoying, demanding and stubborn until we admit defeat. To do so, I must call her "Mistress" or she must call me "Sir". Once one of us has surrendered, we are free use and semi obedient for the rest of the day/night.
"Good girl." I smile, patting the inside of her thigh.
"Uh." Annie grunts as I shift my hand so I'm gently slapping her very wet pussy.
She tries to clench her legs together as I continue tormenting her pink pussy.
"Ah. That stings." She gasps, her body shaking. "Ohhhh..."
Her complaints cease as I press my hand against her, just grinding it over her wet folds. The vibrator feels funny against the back of my hand, making it vibrate and coating the back of my hand with her juices.
"Aww. Plee... Aw fu..." Annies's whole body flexes forward off of the frame before slamming back as I alternate between slapping and teasing her pussy.
Only once she is a drooling, quivering, incomprehensible mess do I slide three fingers into her.
