We had arrived at Joan's weekend property a couple of hours outside of town. "Hop out and open the gate" Joan said as she pulled the car off the main road and onto the dirt track. I did as I was told. After all, that was the deal. She drove the car in, stopping just inside. I closed the gate and went to get back into the car only to find that she had locked the doors and was standing beside the car. She had an overnight bag in her hand. As I approached she said "take of all your clothes, you can leave your joggers on".
I removed my board shorts, T-shirt and underwear and handed them to her. She opened the overnight bag and put them inside. I looked around nervously but there was nobody in sight. We were way out in the country and the road we had just turned off was very quiet. I could see no sign of life in any direction. "Hands behind your back" she said. I turned away from her and did as I was told. She had produced a pair of stout leather cuffs and I felt her apply and lock one to each wrist. A small snap link secured my wrists close together. I couldn't reach it to free myself. Next similar cuffs were locked onto my ankles but she did not lock them together. Now she produced a small cloth bag and from it took a shiny stainless steel device that I realised to my dismay was a chastity lock. She knelt in front of me and expertly applied first the ring around my cock and balls and then padlocked the short metal cage in place to complete the confinement. It was very snug and obviously secure. "What are you going to do with me? Are these cuffs really necessary?"
"Too many questions - you will have to learn to be quiet if you are going to stay on my good side this week". With that she roughly spun me back to face away from her. In an instant she had forced a bright red ball gag into my mouth and strapped it tightly behind my head. She closed the overnight bag and got back into the car. "Follow me" she smiled and suddenly drove off up the dirt track leaving me standing there, gagged and naked except for my joggers with my hands cuffed behind my back. In no time she disappeared around a bend and off into the trees. I set off after her following the track. My mind was racing as I walked along. Joan is about 50 years old, about 10 years older than me and a long-time friend. Over one too many drinks at a neighbourhood party, she had confided that she missed the games she and her husband had played before he had his stroke. These "games" she told me involved treating her husband as her personal slave. I was quick to admit to her that similar "games" had long been a fantasy of mine. Before I knew it we had arranged this week away together. I had agreed to be her slave for the week. She had told her husband that she was on a business trip. I was single at the time and had no trouble getting a week of work. So here we were.
Again I looked around, hoping that I couldn't be seen by anyone. I needn't have worried as we were miles out in the country and the further I walked the thicker the trees became. Finally I turned a corner on the track and there was Joan. She was leaning against the car next to her luggage and a few boxes of groceries she had unloaded from the boot. I noticed that the bag I had packed was nowhere to be seen. Clothing for me appeared not to be an option. The car was parked inside a large shed. As I approached she moved away from the car and came towards me. She guided me by the arm into the shed. We stopped and she turned me around guiding me backwards for a few steps, as if positioning me. She released my arm. A wide belt was buckled around my waist and tightened a little more than I would have liked. I took a deep breath. She disconnected the cuffs and each wrist was refastened by the padlocks to a ring on each side of the thick belt. "Grab these" she said "and don't let go". She had pulled a small rickshaw like buggy up behind me and placed the poles in my hands. The poles were then also locked to the thick belt.
I looked at her and she was smiling to herself as she checked my cuffs and the broad belt. She seemed happy with her work. She turned away and went to a rack on the wall of the shed. She returned with a tangle of thin leather straps which I quickly realised was a bridle, complete with a chrome bit. I was a little worried now and she must have noticed the look on my face. She took hold of my encased cock and balls and squeezed firmly. "You have nothing to worry about as long as you do what you're told immediately and without question - understood?" I nodded and groaned over my gag at the same time. She unbuckled the gag. "No talking!" she said, raising a warning finger in front of my face. I obeyed. She took the bridle and in no time had it fitted on my head. It was tight and the bit dug into my mouth. Reins ran from rings on each end of the bit and she took them and tied them to a post a few feet to my right. "The reins will steer you and this will keep you moving" she said as she took a long thin riding crop from a hook on the wall and waved it menacingly under my nose. "All we need now is a means of reining you in if you get a bit frisky". She took another strap from the wall. This was about a metre and a half long and had a loop at one end and a snap link at the other. She firmly pushed me between the shoulder blades and bent me over at the waist. Reaching in behind me she took the snap lock on the end of the strap and clipped it onto an eyelet that I now realised was attached to the ring around my cock and balls. She took the strap back between my legs and hung the other end over the front of the buggy. "Nearly ready" she said as she untied the reins and led me out of the shed. She closed the shed and locked the car inside.
"We have to travel the last kilometre or so on foot as the storm washed out the road and we only have a narrow path open that is too small for the car. It will be repaired in due course. We have to leave the car here. When I say
we
have to travel by foot I mean
you
". She smiled again and patted me on the arse.
She then picked up the two suitcases and put them on a tray behind the seat of the buggy. "We'll have to make a second trip for the groceries" she said, "but it looks as though you could use the exercise anyway". With that she hopped into the buggy seat and gave the reins a firm jerk in either direction pulling my head from right to left and back again. Happy that everything was in order, she swatted me none too gently on the right cheek of my arse with the crop and said "giddy up". I got a fright and took off straight away.
The path was fairly flat and even and I was surprised how easy it was to pull the buggy. We were travelling along the narrow path in the morning sunshine and Joan was humming happily to herself. I was quite enjoying my task, even though the bit was uncomfortable and the day was now quite warm. I had long fantasised about being put to work like this, driven along by a strict Mistress. My cock began to swell as I strained to pull the buggy. It was very uncomfortable in the steel cage. Suddenly Joan spotted some wild flowers and called out "whoa". Instead of pulling back on the reins, she pulled sharply on the "brake" she had devised. I felt a sharp pain in my balls as the device was pulled back between my legs. I stopped immediately. She jumped down and tied my reins off to a small tree by the path. I don't know why she bothered - I wasn't considering going anywhere, restrained as I was. My balls were still aching when she returned to the buggy with the flowers, untied the reins and jumped back into the seat.
Again she gave the reins a flick, made a clicking noise with her tongue and delivered another slap with the crop. I grunted over the bit and pulled the buggy on down the path. After about fifteen minutes we came upon a clearing with a low-set timber cottage in the middle. Joan directed me towards the four low steps that led to the wide deck. This deck ran right around the house. She hopped down from the buggy and walked around in front of me. Reaching between my legs she took the strap that was snapped onto my chastity ring and slid the loop over a post on the end of the hand rail on the steps. She left very little slack in the lead, causing any movement on my part to pull on my already sore balls.
"Hello" Joan called. HELLO? - who the hell was she calling out to? I didn't expect anyone else to be here. I was panicking now and looked to the house wide-eyed with terror. The door opened and out came a young woman. She was small in stature, perhaps only five feet tall. She had shoulder length black hair and a beautiful face. Her skin was a lovely olive tone and she had a fantastic figure, barely hidden by the shorts and very tight tank top she wore.
"Hello Mary" said Joan, "have you been here long?"
"No Aunty" she replied. "Mother dropped me off this morning around ten".
I was still shocked and wanted to run and hide, but tethered by the balls as I was, all I could do was stand by the steps sweating.
"Give me a hand with these will you dear?" said Joan indicating the suit cases in the tray of the buggy. The young woman walked past me, giving me a quick once over. "You were right Aunty, he really does look like a good slave to practice on" she said as she took one of the cases from the buggy.
"Yes, I'm sure he will do nicely" said Joan. "He was very eager to come away for the week. Though I don't know if he would have been so keen had I told him he would be serving two mistresses. It's a bit late for him to worry about that now, don't you think?" They both laughed as they took the cases into the house. Soon they both returned, smiling at me and seemingly enjoying my obvious discomfort.
Joan spoke -"Mary is going to take you back for the groceries and her bags - it will give you two a chance to get acquainted". Mary unhooked the loop of my ball leash from the post and after feeding it back through my legs, climbed into the buggy and took up the reins. "Right" she said. "Let's get going". She pulled roughly at the right rein jerking my head around and pointing me back down the path. Before I had a chance to balance myself she swatted me very firmly across my arse with the crop. I was jolted into action and headed off back down the path.
Mary was much lighter than Joan. Where Joan was a full figured woman of about 65 kilograms, I doubted if Mary was much more than 50. I found pulling the buggy much easier with Mary in the seat and nothing in the parcel tray. We hadn't gone far when she spoke. "Aunty Joan told me a few years ago about the relationship she has with Uncle Nick and how much she enjoys having him as her slave. She has told me all about the games they used to play and how it helps their marriage. I'm getting married in a few months and Aunty suggested I come along this week so that I can see if I might like the lifestyle. If I do, my hubby is in for a surprise, don't you think?" I couldn't answer her with the bit deep between my teeth, but I got the impression that she couldn't have cared less if I spoke or not.
I was sweating up a fair bit now as the day grew warmer and the bit was starting to become a little more than uncomfortable. Eventually we arrived back at the shed and Mary eased back on the reins as she guided me towards the boxes of groceries. She pulled back firmly on the reins as we stopped by the two boxes. Before she got out of the buggy, she took the leash attached to my chastity and tugged back on it, causing me to involuntarily lean forward as my balls were pulled roughly back between my legs. She tied it off to the rail on the front of the buggy, keeping the pressure on my balls. "Better apply the park brake - we don't want you moving around as I load the groceries" she said with a laugh as she hopped out of the buggy. She gave me a playful slap on the arse as she walked around me and picked up the boxes. She then picked up an overnight bag from the side of the shed that I hadn't noticed before. She must have left it there earlier when she dropped off instead of carrying it herself. Why do something yourself when you have a slave to do it for you, I thought.
