Katie's new morning routine was proceeding as usual. Feed the chickens, slop the hogs, milk the cows, and clean the stalls, all before noon. Her mind wandered, why did I trade my shot at a modeling career for becoming a farm hand for her British husband Jim. In the beginning, he too was a model and they seemed like a perfect match, but as time progressed, neither were able to make any big moves that would secure their position in the industry. Thus, it was back to Jim's family farm in rural England to make ends meet.
Katie felt trapped, and to make matters worse, Jim also loved making sure she knew her place. He was dominating and often humiliated her with his desire for random sex in exposed places. He used to be such a gentleman, but that faded quickly after he took her hard on her initial visit to the farm. That was Katie's first anal experience, something she will never forget. While she had become accustomed to his buggery fetish, it was never really pleasant for her.
As Katie completed her chores she heard the barn door squeak. Upon turning around there was Jim standing in the doorway holding a collar and leash, her collar and leash. "Jim I'm so tired can we do this another time?" He just spun the collar around in his hand not speaking a word. She already knew the answer without even asking.
The ritual always began the same. Katie began to remove her clothes. First her shirt, followed by her shoes and socks. Jim wanted her completely naked before the game began. Katie wiggled out of her pants and released the catch on her bra. She normally didn't wear one as Jim hated them unless they were see thru and the only top she had on. The panties were next leaving Katie fully exposed. As Jim approached she got down on all fours in the hay covered floor to await her master.
Jim placed the leather collar around Katie's neck with the leash attached. He then proceeded to parade her around the barn like a prize horse at the fair. It was hard on her hands and knees but Jim didn't care. The feeling of total domination was consuming him as his cock began to grow.
Katie was led to the trough for some water, she knew she had to drink to please him. Then to the second trough where he had placed some leftover food from last night. Her breakfast and likely all she would get till evening assuming he released her in time for dinner. One more trip to the water trough to wash up and then off to an area in the back of the barn, the breeding stalls.
As Katie crawled into position the leash was exchanged for the one mounted on the wall in front of her. The metal rails on both sides prevented Katie from turning around and the short leash kept her from backing out or standing up. It was actually so short she could not even lay her head down in the hay unless Jim allowed that by hooking it to a lower rung. Today she would have to remain up on all fours. Time to make another appointment at the salon she noted, her hair was about to take a beating.