Gardening Wild Ch 09

In the 9

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chapter, Ben gets forced into being filmed doing what he shouldn't and Lisa gets punished for overcharging on the cleaning contract.

When I got back to the bedroom, the ladies were chatting and smiling. Oddly they had left Lisa tied up. "Well, you've done a cracking job if I do say so myself. I'll be happy to supply a new vagina, might even improve on it." I didn't know if I should say Thanks or No Thanks.

I noticed a mischievous smile appear on Julia's face. "So, ... um ... having a sex slave means we're free to take advantage of situations, doesn't it?"

Lisa was happy to agree with this. "Do you want Ben and I to change places? I've recovered enough that I'm ready to be set free."

"I'm glad you agree because I'd like to try a little experiment. Or mostly to see if all women with shaved cunts are whores or if it's just Shelly."

I would have expected Shelly to be shocked at the statement but it was as though she wanted company in her misery! Caroline looked a bit shocked. "You mean...."

"Yes," said Julia. "Go ahead, Shelly, show Caroline." To my amazement, Shelly immediately took off her clothes. "I'm assuming, Caroline, that you haven't ...."

"Absolutely not. I have enough problems with men not to play to their infantile fantasies. What do you have in mind?"

Julia smiled. "You ever wanted to see what happens to a woman who's shaved herself?"

Caroline's face lit up. "I've never had the opportunity to do such a thing and never thought about it. It could be quite fun, though." Lisa looked horrified. "And after all, Lisa just said she was willing to be a slutty whore. Are looking to see if that's because of the hairlessness or because of the tool?"

"Exactly," said Julia.

"Look, I was just having fun with Fred. I'm not really going to become a slutty whore. I'll stop him whenever I want. So please untie me, Ben."

"No Ben. Let's try our experiment first." I was happy to obey. Caroline took off her trousers and knickers and mounted Lisa. "Don't you want to see which part of sex makes you happiest: hair or cock?" Caroline started moving up and down Lisa's vagina. Lisa's face started to contort. We could see the struggle she was having. It really was fun to see her struggle. When it looked like Lisa could take no more, Julia signalled for Caroline to stop.

Lisa let out a giant sigh of relief. "Okay," she panted, "you see I can hold out despite my shaved vagina. You can finish me off now. Don't leave me this way!" She tried to say it to the tune. We all laughed.

"No," Shelly said. "There should be no need to do that if you're not a slutty whore."

Lisa's face fell. "Well, I think we'll leave these two to finish off the night," Shelly continued. I was pleasantly surprised that that was the end of it. I had fears that the "no holds barred sex slave" thing would go even further. I was a bit of a loss what to say why. I was still stinging from the attention she had from Fred. But she sure looked happy and I couldn't have provided that. And I was feeling pretty good after Julia.

"I think it's time you set me free," Lisa ordered.

I tried to undo the knots but had to use the scissors. "You know, I don't really mind you getting sex from others. But I do mind you doing it in our bed. It makes me feel pretty insignificant."

The ladies had left her on edge. "Think of it. When was the last time you satisfied me in bed like Fred?" I just stood there unable to say anything. "And can you satisfy me that way right now?" I had to admit not. "That pretty much seals it." With that I freed her. I was a bit stilted at first but I think she was more concerned with how she had been left. By the time we were ready for bed, I was tired enough not to worry who had been in the bed.

The next several days passed as though nothing had happened. The date of my next visit to Owen arrived. Lisa made sure I had the letter. Owen was very happy with the arrangement. Betty had a lovely time cleaning and working on his tool. Jim, Caroline's husband was there again. Needless to say, Betty serviced them both. A couple of days passed and Julia and Shelly arrived. I had a great night of sex being their slave. The only one disappointed was Lisa. Fred was not available so she had to go without, so to speak.

The next week, Axle was present and Betty made arrangements to visit him. Getting fucked from the rear was not the best of feelings but did mean I didn't have to swallow anything.

Once again, Julia and Shelly came for my "payment." Fred was on his way but called to say something had come up. He was terribly sorry but I could see not half as sorry as Lisa. Julia and Shelly keenly watched her reaction. A suspicion arose that they had deliberately set this up.

Anyway, life went on, even if Lisa was getting more frustrated as my visits passed. All she had to sooth her frustrations was to work on the Owen's back garden. She was pleased that we were allowed to expand the wildflower area. I helped on this. Owen occasionally visited but didn't provide any opportunities for Lisa to enquire about inspections. There seemed to be an unwritten agreement that what happened inside didn't come outside. Lisa even talked Owen into letting us create a pond. She insinuated that more servicing would be on offer but Owen didn't take it up. I, on the other hand, was feeling pretty good. I was even coming to look forward to visiting Axle. He was certainly more blunt and dirty about our arrangement. They were very different customers. Betty was fully versed as a cleaner and Owen was pleased with the service so the visits were happily routine. Axle's more raw sex and talk was lowering Betty's self-image so that she unconsciously become comfortable as a sex object. The visits were unpredictable and on the demeaning side. But Axle's attitude added a frission missing from other encounters.

Things started to change after the fifth visit under the new arrangements. As Betty was getting ready to service Owen's took, he dropped a bombshell. "Take off all your clothes." This was surprising as he had been happy with just showing off my vagina.

I didn't hesitate to comply. I gave him a smile, "Is this better?"

"You haven't removed everything," was his stern reply. I looked at him with concern. "Off with the wig and vagina. I feel like fucking Ben today."

I just about fainted. "As I said, I'd not allow that. You can have all the fun with Betty you want. But I draw the line at being made to do that. That's not fun!"

He smiled. "Oh, it's great fun for me! Now take those things off and bend over for a fucking by a proper man."

I was shaking with terror and anger. "No, absolutely not. I said I would not do that and that's what I'm sticking by."

Owen looked at me. "That's not what this says." He handed me the letter I had written. He pointed at the critical sentence:

We promise that all services provided to you up to this date will continue to be provided to you without interruption, hesitation or debate. Our employees understand and welcome that suitable corrective action will be taken so never hesitate to contact me.

"Do you acknowledge that I fucked your ass as Ben Robinson?" I had to agree. "And that happened before you wrote this letter?" Another agreement. "So you will continue to provide it?"

I realised the trap I was now in. I only had three choices: to throw myself on his mercy, to give up ever getting "paid" again or to submit myself to unbearable humiliation. I decided to take the first option. "Please don't so this to me, Owen. I can promise Betty will do anything you want. Whether she provided it before or not. Forcing her to do that will surely give you the same satisfaction as forcing me... to do what men ..." I got down on my knees. "Making Ben do things like that would be absolutely gutting for anyone who considers themselves a man. Please, don't subject a fellow male to such humiliation." He just smiled at me. He was really enjoying this. That just made me more desperate. "Look, I promise Betty will do anything for you. And she will do it with anyone." I took a deep breath. "And anywhere. She'll even do it naked save for wig and vagina if you want. It won't matter how humiliating it is, she'll do it. Just don't make Ben agree to being fucked as part of the duties here. Think of all the things you could do with Betty." I knew this would dig a very deep hole for Betty. But at least there was protection in being anonymous regardless of which orifice he or anyone else used.

"So, you'd throw Betty to the wolves just to avoid getting a cock rammed up your arse?"

"That's a bit crude and harsh," I offered as sympathetically as I could.

"Might be but it's true, isn't?" I nodded my head slowly. "Say it."

I could tell he was enjoying this and meant it. "Yes, I'd throw Betty to the wolves to avoid a cock being rammed up my arse."

He laughed. "I was hoping you'd say that." Relief spread through my body. "Because now I know just how hard I have to get my way with you. I want to see if the worse it is for you the better it is for me." I came crashing down. "So, either get that wig and vagina off or the entire deal is off. Not only will there be no more cleaning, you will lose access to the wild space you've put on my property."

Horror filled my body. I might be able to explain the lost off wild area to Lisa but I'd be distraught at losing my "pay." He had no mercy and I had no desire to lose my pay. That only left utter humiliation. But, at least it would be contained within his house. And it would only be him. I removed the wig and removed the vagina. A large smile appeared on his face. "Okay," I barely got out, "how's this?" I bent over and exposed my butt to him.

"Well, first we have to settle the matter of Corrective Action before we continue."

I looked at him blankly. "What for?"

"The contract says that you will do whatever has been done before without interruption, hesitation or debate. And I think our conversation up to now has covered all three of those. Don't you think?"

I looked at him. When I thought it could get no worse it does. Well, when facing utter humiliation, you just got take it. Otherwise, the hole just gets deeper and deeper and deeper.

"You are absolutely correct, of course, as are all of our customers. I am so sorry."

"I am going to enjoy this!" My heart sank even further. "So, what do think is suitable corrective action for the interruption, hesitation or debate that's just occurred?"

"Whatever you think up, I will do. But I can promise you that I will from now adhere to the agreement. I will prove my word is as good as my bond and immediately do whatever I say I will do."

"I want you to think of the suitable corrective action. You know yourself better than anyone what will ensure you keep to the contract." A mischievous smile crossed his face. "Or I could call your manager to think up something that you'd never want anyone else to know about!"

I sure didn't want that. Well, I knew what the worse thing was. I had certainly done it as Betty and certainly didn't want anyone else to know about it. "I think sucking cock is suitable corrective action for today's infringements and any in the future."

"And how would that ensure your compliance. After all, as you said, I could tell people you sucked me off but you'd just tell them that I was lying."

"Oh, no I'd never do that."

"But I want assurance of that." Another smile.

I thought for several minutes. "Can you set up a camera to film me doing it. That way you will have proof whenever you should need it." I now just wanted this to end.

"Do you think a film is enough?" I looked at him in horror. "You're pretty good with words."

As I said, arguing only digs the hole deeper. "You're right about that. If you get things set up, I'll get myself ready to explain what is happening and then you can film me."

"Wonderful." And he happily went off to set up the filming.

I just stood there wondering what in the world I had gotten myself into. I decided I needed to be dressed as a man and not Betty. That would provide a slim hope the two would still be separate. "Owen," I heard myself cry out. "I think this would be more affective if I dressed as a man. Can you bring some of your clothes as well?" He brought back a pile of clothes that I put on. He wasn't too much bigger than me. Things looked baggy but not ridiculous. I also took some heart that this whole affair was only valid in his house. That's what the contract covered so the worse that could happen is that I failed to do something here. And since nothing could be worse for Betty than I was about to do, I decided things wouldn't be so bad. Actually, I was throwing Betty to the wolves but I thought she might just enjoy that. And as for Owen fucking me up the ass, I sure hated it as Ben and felt completely humiliated. He would be turning me into a whore. Or at least not much more than a disused condom. But then it would only be him and hopefully only occasionally. That helped me accept my fate and prepare what I hoped would be a suitable testimonial, so to speak.

Owen looked at me when he finished. "Ready?"

"As I'll ever be. Just want to check one last thing. Do you really want to force me to do this, to utterly humiliate myself on film so you can use it to turn me from a man into a whore to be fucked at your pleasure?"

"I can't think of anything better right now!"

"I thought you'd say that. I'm glad your ready. Here goes." I tried to say it lightly but my heart was pretty heavy.

Hello. My name is Ben Robinson. I have agreed a contract which provided payment and benefits to me in return for services to him. I have weaselled my way out of delivering those services as I said I would and as he had every right to expect. As a result, I've agreed that this film is to be used as a means to ensure I deliver on the services outlined in the contract. He is the sole determiner and arbiter of the requirements of the contract. If the contract holder believes I have failed again to deliver, then the correct action you are about to see can be demanded of me. I not only give my permission to show this film to anyone, anywhere at any time if I fail to provide the corrective action, I demand that this be done as I will have broken a sacred undertaking for which no amount of humiliation is too much.

Sir, I am now ready for you

He stopped filming. "No, I don't want you to use my name or to have my face in the film." I looked at him. "This is to humiliate you, not me. I don't want people to know it is me; to expose my private parts to the world. Understand that?"

I could see his logic. And besides, I was in no place to argue. "Certainly. I understand. Shall you back up the tape, or something?"

"No, I will have to edit the film when we're finished."

"Okay. Here I go again."

I am now ready for you to see the corrective action I have agreed to undertake whenever my customer believes I have interrupted, hesitated or debated the services to be delivered. Please come over, sir.

I looked to see if that was acceptable, He nodded his approval. He was wearing jeans and a white shirt that made him completely non-descript. He positioned himself in front of me and just stood there. Boy he was going to pile it on. I kneeled in front of him and started to undo his trousers.

"Stop," he ordered.

"What?"

"I need to reposition things so they are focused on the area of action."

"Can't you just edit it?" I asked hopefully.

"Of course. But it's safer for me to reduce the chance of missing something. And it will provide a better recording if the area of action is in the centre of the frame." Who was I to argue in the position! "Do you mind?"

"No, of course not."

Well, I asked for it to be humiliating. He moved the camera a bit and brought it closer. "Okay, continue." I did so and pulled his trousers down to expose him. I had been in this positing many times before. But as Ben I felt the full force of the humiliation Owen was so enjoying. I slowly put his limp penis into my mouth. I used my tongue as always to encourage him getting harder. I then, more out of habit than intention, let the penis slip out of my mouth to take his balls into my mouth. As he giggled I realised I was being filmed and why I was doing this. I immediately went back to his now fully erect penis. I moved him in and out along my mouth to hurry things up. Being Ben, I was thrown back to my complete distaste for cum. I hadn't prepared myself for this so when his explosion hit, I wretched and pulled back so that his cum went everywhere. I then dove back in remembering that collecting all of his cum was a requirement. By this time, though, I all got was the dregs in his wilting cock. That was bad enough but not when I heard him say: "I don't think you've been successful with the corrective action."

I took the hint, as much as I hated what I was going to have to say.

You shouldn't be surprised to see that a heterosexual man like myself is not, shall we say, proficient at sucking a man and swallowing what comes out. So failures like this do not count for fulling the requirements of the corrective action I am too meet. And I will apply an additional penalty by increasing the corrective action required as an incentive to become proficient. In other words, I must now suck and swallow the cum from two cocks before I should be released from the requirement for corrective action and the threat of showing this film to others. And of course, if I fail again, then the number of cocks to I should suck will be doubled until I meet the requirements of the contract. And to conclude, I will seal my submission with a kiss.

I leaned forward and give his now flaccid cock a kiss. I looked up to see him smile. "I hope that's what you wanted. Because it will sure ensure I do as told!" If you can't laugh in adversity, then you might as well give up. "I'm assuming that's it for today?"

"Well, let's see how much I can look forward to fucking your ass."

That language was a bit disturbing. "From what you deposited in my mouth, I wouldn't have thought there was anything left."

"And that's what I want to find out. You're now going to put these on and explain exactly the services you render. After all, people need to know so they understand the corrective action is suitable." He held up leg and wrist toys that Axle has used on Betty. Well, at least I knew where this was coming from. Axle was much blunter and controlling in what he did. Betty had for the most part resisted these. Ben, on the other hand, was even more distraught but even more restricted.

I looked as pathetic as I could and put on a pleading voice. "Is this really necessary to do to me? You're stripping away any dignity as a man I may have left." I could see that my words were not going to work. The more I pleaded the more he enjoyed it! "Give them to me," I sighed.

I will now provide an example of the service I have agreed to render. I do not want to interrupt, hesitate or debate when I am providing the service. So, this is why I use these restraints. I can easily attach them to my legs, thus.

I bent over and clipped them on.

I then prepare myself.

I took a deep breath, undid my belt and trousers and pulled them down around my ankles.

The final step is that I press my wrists into the rings locking me in place. I cannot unlock myself. I must rely on others to do that only after they are satisfied I have met the terms of the contract. I am ready, sir, whenever you are.

Owen again positioned the camera so that only his vital parts were seen. He started stroking my exposed butt and soon followed with his fully erect member. I could tell he was enjoying this far more than I was! It wasn't long before I felt his muscles filling me with his juices. I am sure my face showed how little I was enjoying the experience.