Mistress wants Beth to use a special saddle on a horse ride, later taking Beth and Ranger out for supper. This chapter contains oral, anal, vaginal, lesbian and quasi-public sex, including in a restaurant, parking lot and outdoor pool. Like the rest of this story, STD's and COVID-19 don't exist in this fantasy world. If you're paying attention, this is a continuation of My Voyage to Submission. I've already written enough of this to see it's going to be more than one book length piece, so I'm going to rename this My Journey of Discovery. The second piece will be named My Voyage to Submission as most of it takes place on a yacht. I'm going to see if Literotica will rename the previous chapters without my having to resubmit them, so it doesn't confuse anyone more than it has to.
My Journey of Discovery, Ch. 5 - Expanding My Experiences
I slept until three. Everyone else was up but me. I stretched, feeling the tightness loosen. There were hints of soreness; you don't fuck for over eight hours without a little soreness somewhere. Once again, I was starving. It was over eighteen hours since I'd eaten. I went into the kitchen and found some leftover steak in the refrigerator. I didn't even bother to heat it up, just wolfed it down cold. There was hot coffee waiting in the pot, thank God. I needed a shot of caffeine just to wake up. Next, I had to find Mistress.
She was in her study, going over her books.
"Mistress, may I please disturb you?"
"Good afternoon, Beth. So glad you could join us."
"Yes, Mistress. Thank you for letting me sleep. I was exhausted."
"I'm not surprised. A hard night at The Woodshed, a short enough sleep, a pony race and a night of sex. I wish to thank you for that, by the way. I assumed you asked for Jeremy...Ranger, in order to have sex with him. I was feeling left out, two of my subs going without me. What made you decide to include me?"
"I was always going to include you, Mistress. It was my intent merely to tease. I could see how much you wanted to celebrate last night. I thought your initial disappointment might increase your pleasure when I sprang the surprise on you. It also gave me some time to ask Ranger questions about his submission."
"It very much did, you clever minx. Was Ranger in on your little plot?"
"He was clueless as well, Mistress. I hope you enjoyed yourself as much as I did."
"Couldn't you tell?"
"A good submissive should not make assumptions about her Mistress. It's my responsibility to see you are well served."
"Well, I was very well served and I thank you for it."
"I wished to ask a favor, Mistress?"
"What is it, Beth?"
"The Pony Race yesterday convinced me I need to keep working out. I was more tired than I should have been. I believe it to be the result of my lack of exercise, with the exception of sex, of course, since Thursday. Even then, it was less than I usually get. I believe I should stay fit to better serve should I be chosen. I would like your permission to have at least an hour each day to run, swim or cycle. I would prefer not to wear the vibrators during that time as it will interfere with my exercise. It did on Thursday when I tried to run."
"I can grant your request, Beth. It's a farm. You can run in the fields or paddocks as much as you like. You must of course run naked, with the exception of shoes. There is a lake on the property where you can swim, but you must promise me you'll never go there alone. An armed person must go with you. Gators have been found in the lake. We have them taken out as soon as they're seen to protect the horses, but I can't guarantee there are none in the lake at all times. We have no bicycles, but we obviously have horse riding. It's a fairly good form of exercise, particularly for the legs. Plus," she smiled, "there is something about an eleven hundred pound beast between your legs." She ran her hand up my leg as she said it.
"I think I'm going to rest the equipment today," I said, referring to the reproductive equipment, now a little sore, "with your permission of course. It's feeling a little overworked. If you don't need me for anything, Mistress, I'm going to work on my journal, gather my thoughts and feelings regarding my recent activity."
"Do you regret anything thus far?"
I didn't answer immediately. I still wasn't sure how I felt about everything. She looked at me quizzically, wondering if I'd taken on more than I intended. She put her hand in mine.
"Let's say I'm surprised at my willingness to go forward with all we've done so far. This is not the person I ever imagined myself to be. I'm trying to assess how I do feel against how I believe I should feel. I can honestly say to this point, I regret nothing I've done. I still wonder if I should. The experiences are coming quickly and I haven't had time to contemplate those experiences as I should. I'm hoping the journal will help with it. I truly believe this is the best way to investigate the subject and I have to understand myself and any inability on my part to complete this project. A year is a long time to subordinate yourself if you're unsure if you can do it."
I bent down to kiss her. "I'm still grateful you're taking the time to train me and give me the greatest number of experiences you can, Mistress. I believe it will be invaluable to me."
"I have enjoyed it more than I expected," Mistress said. "You're bright, imaginative, inventive and extremely sexy. I might have to consider more female subs in the future. I've been looking over the questionnaire some more and it's given me ideas for my own slaves as well as those things you should still be exposed to." I was about to ask what but she put a finger to my lips. "It will be better if it's a surprise." I nodded. "I'll see you at supper, then."
"Yes, Mistress. Might I ask where I can set up my computer and ask for the wi-fi password?"
"The bedroom down the hall has a desk. You can use it. The password is 'Jeremiah was a Bullfrog', all one word, Only the J and B capitalized."
Kissing her again, I said, "Thank you, Mistress." She patted my ass as I left.
I spent the next three hours writing down everything I remembered since the Munch. Not just the experiences themselves, but how I felt about it at the time and how I felt about it now. I made notes on things I needed to research further or I hadn't fully understood. I started to type up the notes from all my conversations with submissives. Eventually, I planned to compare my own experiences with those I'd spoken to. I assumed there would be differences based upon personalities, history and the dominants we were exposed to, but I hoped to find commonalities as well.
By the time I was called to dinner, I had made a substantial dent in my notes. A multitude of questions were swirling around in my mind. Upon entering the dining room, I was happy to see Ranger and Cool Hand Luke would be joining Mistress and I for supper. My experiences with both had been pleasant and I enjoyed their company. Ranger in particular seemed to have an ironic sense of humor. My chair was opposite Mistress with Ranger and Luke on either side. The cook had prepared something that looked and smelled like Chinese food with rice, lots of vegetables and either chicken or pork or both.
"Since we're all together for dinner tonight," Mistress said, "why don't you say Grace, Lucas."
He reached out his hands, taking mine and Mistress and I reached for Ranger's on the other side. Ranger and Mistress completed the circle.
"Dear Lord, Thank You for the bounty You have bestowed on us today; the wonderful food set before us and the ones who prepared it for us. Thank You for the company we find ourselves sharing Your table with and Your Grace in allowing us to find each other and the Love we find in one another. We thank You for the bodies You've given us, the health we enjoy, the beauty of the world You created for us. Please grant us Your peace and understanding, the ability to see the worth of all people and find it within ourselves to spread Your love and inner peace to all we meet, through Christ, our Lord, your Son and our Savior, Amen."
We echoed the Amen. "Luke, that was beautiful," I said. "Are you religious?"
"Lucas studied for the ministry," Mistress said. "He was looking for a way to serve the Lord. He has since found another way to serve."
We all laughed, knowing in what way he served, but I was intrigued. This was even more interesting than Ranger's story. I would have to find out more when the opportunity arose. We started to eat and the food was as good as it looked, an unusual mixture of spicy and sweet; sweet initially as it touched the tongue, but a lingering heat after you swallowed.
"This is delicious," I said. "The cook has outdone herself."
"I'll tell her you said so," Mistress said, "Beth, you've been busy all afternoon. Why don't you tell us what you've been doing?"
"Well, so many new things have happened the last few days and I wanted to document them for my research, not only the experiences themselves, but also the way I thought about them at the time and upon reflection; how I feel about them now. I also made note of things I didn't understand or which require more research. And I've started categorizing and documenting my conversations with other subs. I'm looking for ways in which they overlap and ways in which they differ. I think the commonalities will lead to a better understanding of the dominant/submissive phenomenon. So far, I haven't run into much in the way of commonalities such as careers, poor self worth, abandonment issues, or parental similarities."
"What about your own background, Beth?" Ranger asked.
"Well, my parents were normal as I remember them. I'm sure I didn't know a lot about them, especially their sex life, as I was fourteen when they died in a car accident and we hadn't discussed much about sex before then. I just started meeting boys at the mall and movies, not what you'd consider dating yet. Dad was ex-military, Marine Corps," I said just before Ranger asked. "He did tell me before he died about boys and how they would be interested in me and sex. He recommended I learn to perform blow jobs, as it would keep boys from pushing for more and I couldn't get pregnant from doing so. I barely knew what blow jobs were at the time and thought it was disgusting; this was still two years before my first prom and a year before boys started taking me out. I remembered his advice when boys started pushing me for sex and it probably kept me out of worse situations in high school.
"After my parents died, I was raised by my Aunt Helen, my Godmother. She was single, and always remained so. She was not averse to sex. She would sometimes have men spend the night, but she was fiercely independent and never wanted the compromises of marriage. She died two years ago. My second boyfriend was the first to take me to the Prom. His was the first cock I sucked and it was on prom night. I didn't have intercourse until my freshman year in college, and until I met Mistress, had seven full sexual partners, all boyfriends. Since then, Mistress, Diego, Ranger, Master Lamar, and Master Gregory, with a couple more thrown in for cock sucking, I've almost doubled my sexual experience including my first anal, first Hispanic, first black, first exhibitionism, first public masturbation, first cunt, first deep throat, first multiple partners, both MMF and FFM. Life has been much more adventurous the past few days."
"But you've enjoyed it?" Luke asked.
"I'd say at least 30 of the orgasms I've had have been the most intense of my life."
"Perhaps you are intended to be a submissive," Mistress said. "You've fallen into it rather easily."
