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The morning sun beat down upon the slave, as she pulled the cart up the dirt track.

The air was dry and the breeze stirred up dust around her.  The problem was she was sweaty from her work and the dust coated her naked body from head to foot.   Lucky for her, her head harness seemed to be soaking up the sweat from her brow before it got in her eyes.

“Pick it up, cunt.  We have places to go.”  Said the voice of The Owner, coming from the seat of the cart.  The horse whip bit her ass again, and she sped up her pace.   

Almost trotting, the slave saw where the track curved around some trees.   The bit in her mouth tugged slightly to the right, a signal from The Owner that she should follow the curve.  When they completed the curve, she saw they were arriving at another building alongside the track.

It was a small one story building with a porch and some old time milk cans sitting out front.  On the other side of the track was a large fenced in area.   Getting closer, she could see the inside of the fence was a lake of mud.

Again the whip cracked and the sting was on her back.   The slave began to run!  Grabbing each rail of the cart, she moved her legs as fast as she could!   The swim shoes on her feet pounding the dirt and raising more and more dust.

The bit pulled again to the right as she got closer to the fenced in pen.   Suddenly, her head was pulled back from both reins and His voice said “Whoa, cunt!”

The slave stopped the cart as best she could.    The sweat on her palms let the rails slide, but she was able to keep control of the cart.   When it was fully stopped, she could feel it shake as The Owner got out of the seat.   

She blinked the sweat out of her eyes as he came around in front of her.   He reached up around the back of her head and undid the harness.   Pulling it off, He tossed it on the seat and told her she was a mess.

The slave merely nodded and looked down at her dust covered body.   She saw her skin was beginning to redden under the sun. 

“Here, let me help you.”  He told her as he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket.  This, he spit into and then rubbed over her face while holding her hair close to the scalp.

Twisting her head from side to side, The Owner inspected his cleaning and nodded in approval. He then dragged her by her hair, along the fence to a small gate.   After opening the gate, she shoved the slave through, so that she fell face first into the mud.

“Get on your hands and knees, cunt, and get over here”  He barked at her.

The slave forced her arms and legs down though the muck until she found somewhat solid ground.   The mud was thick and deep enough to cover her hanging tits halfway up.    Slowly she found some purchase and was able to turn herself around.   She crawled as quickly as she could back to the fence.

Looking up at The Owner, though her mud caked face, she saw He was leaning down at her.   With His hands on the top rail of the fence, He said “I got to get some things ready in the milking station.   You roam around here like a good little piggy and I’ll be right back.”  He half turned and then turned back to her, “Oh I forgot.  Here.”

The Owner reached out and tied a fake pig nose to her face.  He this wrapped a headband on her, giving her pig ears.  “Turn around piggy.”

The slave obeyed and slowly turned around.   She then felt her ass cheeks being separated and an object shoved into her rectum.   

Slapping her on the ass, The Owner cackled “Gimme an oink, piggy! Souiee!  Souiee!”

The slave oinked and grunted in response, turning again to watch Him head to the building across the track.  The cackling continued until he entered the building and closed the door behind him.

(You may want to read this  Trigger Warning before continuing) 

The Owner led His cunt through a doorway into another part of the building.  As the slave entered the area, she looked around and was amazed at what she saw.

It was like she came into a barn.   Wooden rafters with support beams, stalls for animals and bales of hay everywhere.   Looking down, she saw she was crawling on loose straw that was sticking to her hands and knees.

The Owner yanked on her leash to pull her of out her revery.   She quickly followed after him.   He walked her over to something she had never seen before.  A cart of some kind.  

It two wheels on the rear with a single seat between them.  Extending out from the base where the seat was, were two thin rails.   The ends of the rails were resting on the straw covered floor, so the cart was tilted downwards.  She also saw that next to the seat was a horse whip.

The Owner tied His end of the leash to the cart and said “Sit.  Stay.”, then wandered off to one of the stalls along the wall.  The slave sat back on her heels and watched Him as he left. 

Wondering what He was doing, she went back to looking around at the barn interior.   The slave could not get over not knowing all this existed.    But, she shrugged mentally, she’s really only seen one room, and the inside of crates and cages.

Hearing His footsteps return, she looked up and saw He was carrying a few items:  Long leather straps, a bit gag head harness and a pair of rubber shoes.

“Stand up, cunt.” He ordered.   The slave obeyed and when he stood next to her, He handed her the shoes and said “Put those on, and be quick about it.”

She got to her feet as fast as she could.  Brushing off the soles of her feet, she put the shoes on.  The slave saw they were swim shoes, rugged but worn.   “At least they fit fairly well,” she thought to herself.

The Owner nodded in approval and then reached up to her head.  Opening her mouth, He stuck the bit part of the gag in and proceeded to buckle on the harness.   Luckily, her red, brownish hair was rather short and the harness fit fairly close to her scalp.

One of the things that the slave noticed about the gag is the large rings on each end of the bit.

To each of these rings, He clipped on an end of the leather straps.    With the other ends in His hand, The Owner pulled the slave the front of the cart.    He then pushed her in between each rail and told her to pick them up.

The slave bent over and grasped a rail in each hand.   The cart shifted and moved slightly as she did this.   The Owner nodded again in approval and then circled the cart, wrapped each rein to the whip next to the seat.

After circling the cart to see if everything was in proper order, He walked in front of her and opened the two big doors in front of the cart.   Morning sun poured in and almost blinded the slave.

Seeing how she was blinking at the light, when he returned, The Owner reached into a pocket and took out a pair of sunglasses.  These he put on her, fitting the ends of them under the straps of the head harness.  He then climbed into the seat and took a rein in each hand.

“When I do this,” He told the slave’s backside, “turn left.”  He pulled the left rein hard enough for her chin to touch her left shoulder. 

“When I do this, turn right.”  He repeated the action, but for her head to snap to the right.

“This, means stop.”

The slave’s head snapped backwards, and the bit dug deeper into her mouth.

Suddenly the slave heard a loud CRACK and felt a sharp, stinging pain on her right ass cheek.  “He Yah!”  The Owner crowed, “Get along, cunt!”

Slowly but with a quickening pace, she pulled the cart out of the barn and headed down a dirt paved road.

(You May want to read this Trigger Warning Here)

The slave woke up in her cage.

The cage itself wasn’t very big.  Maybe four feet by four feet, but it was only thirty inches tall.   When her Owner told her to go lay in it, she wasn’t sure she could fit.   Originally she curled up in a ball when He closed and locked the door, but couldn’t stay in that position all night.

She found the bars of the cage were far enough apart she could pass her arms and legs through them.  The slave found that laying on her belly allowed her to relax and finally get some sleep.

She raised her head up from the pillow her Owner had provided and looked out of the cage to see Him at the workbench.   It was the sound of His puttering around that had awoken her.  He, in turn, heard her movements and turned his head to speak to her.

“About time you got up, cunt.  I have things to do and you are slowing me down.”  He told her gruffly.  

Leaving the bench, He walked over to her cage and used his keys to unlock the door to it.   The slave pulled her arms in and crawled out.    She moved slowly, as she knew her blatter was full and didn’t want to pee on the floor.

As she got fully out of the cage, she raised herself to her hands and knees.    She kept her eyes down, focusing on his ankles before her.

“Do you need to go to the pee or crap, cunt?    Are you hungry?”  The Owner asked her, seemingly almost to care.

“Yes, Sir.” She spoke to his feet.  “I am thirsty and hungry and I need to pee, Sir.”

“Crawl over to the litter pan in the corner and squat there.   Don’t crap in it though.   I have bucket for that.”  He replied.  “I’ll get you some breakfast and then we can get on with the day.”

The Owner turned his back on her and walked to a small kitchenette in the corner of the room.   The slave turned her head to look for the litter pan.   Seeing it, she crawled on all fours in its direction.

When The slave got to the pan, she turned her head to look back at where The Owner was.   She could hear him in the kitchenette but could not see him.   Doing as she was told, The slave got up to her feet and straddled the pan between her legs.  She then squatted down and got her pussy as close to the kitty litter as she could.    She then looked up at the ceiling, closed her eyes and gave release of her blatter.

The urine streamed out of her like a reverse fountain.   It made a great puddle in the litter and soaked itself in.    Breathing a sigh of relief, The slave finished and then looked around for something to wipe with.   Not seeing anything handy, she waved her hips back and forth to get the last of the urine off her and stepped around from the pan.

“Breakfast, cunt.  Come and get it!” The Owner’s voice came to her from the kitchenette.   She got back down on her hands and knees and crawled her there.

Arriving in the kitchenette, she saw The Owner bent over two medium sized steel bowls on the floor.   He was breaking up what looked like a power bar into one of them.   When He was finished, He straighten up and told her she could eat but not to use her hands other than to hold the bowls.  

“But hurry up.   You are costing me daylight.”  He finished and walked off.  

The slave crawled up to the bowls and saw one was indeed filled with the ruminates of maybe two power bars.   She saw the other was filled with clean, clear water.   Going to that one first, she dipped her head down and drank the water in as best she could.

She never tasted water so good, she told herself!

The slave had to stop herself from over filling and knelt back to look at the bowl before drinking again.  Then her gaze shifted to the other bowl and her stoumach began to growl.   My God she was hungry!

Leaning down on all fours again over the food bowl, she managed to tongue one of the larger pieces in her mouth.   Her jaws happily crunched the sticky rice crispies, almonds, dried cranberries and what all.  After swallowing, she stuck her mouth back in the bowl and ate again without sitting back.   When all the big pieces where gone, The slave held the bowl with both hands and licked the bowl clean, as best she could.

When she was done, she leaned back over the water dish and drank deeply again.    As she finished her second draught, the noticed The Owner was standing next to her. 

He patted her on the head and asked “Are you finally  finished, cunt?    Took you long enough.”  The slave looked up at him and nodded.    He then leaned down and affixed the end of a leash to the collar around her neck.

“Let’s go cunt.  I have chores to do on the farm and you have to get me there.”

(Before you read this post, you may wish to read this Trigger Warning Here)

The slave didn’t know how long the van drove around.    It seemed to go on for hours.    Through various turns and straightaways, it never stopped moving.  

She spent her time waiting and trying to move around the crate as best she could.    First one way, then another, to keep her arms, legs and back from cramping up.    Surprisingly, her wrists felt fine.   She was worried the handcuffs would close more and cause some damage, but they seemed locked in position.

During one of her shifting attempts, the van finally did stop.  But, for only a short period of time.   Then it back up for a piece and then stopped again and the engine turned off.

The slave heard the back doors of the van open but could not get turned around to try to see what was going on.   Suddenly the crate itself moved.   First up and then side to side.   All the while it seemed as if she could hear machine noises.

After awhile she felt the crate lowered to solid something and the noises faded away.   Footsteps replaced those sounds and something else.   Something The slave could only think of something turning.

Then with grunt, the top of the crate lifted off and light flooded her.

“Get up.” His growl said.

She felt Him grab her hair again and pulled straight up.   Her legs scrambled to get under her body and help her stand.   The Man then pulled her out of what was left of the crate and walked her to a nearby chair.

This He slammed her on then turned His back.   The slave watched as he went over to a standing work bench.   On it she saw various tools and the like.   Screwdrivers, hammers, pencils.  She also saw other things.   Dildos, clamps, ballgags and other things.

But she couldn’t see what was in front of Him. The slave watched his arms move but didn’t know what he was doing.   With a final movement, like He was pulling something from the pegboard in front of him, The Man stuffed items in the side pockets of his coat.

Turning around, He walked back over to her chair and went behind her where her arms were.  The slave could feel Him undoing her handcuffs and heard him toss them to the floor.  

Breathing a sigh of relief, she was suddenly bent forward in the chair, as he forced one arm up.   After a few seconds, she felt that one drop and the other arm lifted.  Then again, it was let go.

With a flash, His own arms shot out in front of her and pulled back.   A grabbing feeling was around her neck and she heard metallic sounds behind her.   The slave reached her hands up to her throat and discovered a thick leather band around it.

He had locked a collar on her.

Her hands felt around the collar and when got to the front of it, She found the end a leash attached.  While she ran her hands down the leash, The slave also saw where The Man had replaced the handcuffs with leather ones.

A harsh tug on the leash pulled her from the chair.  Turning away from the workbench, She was forced to follow him across the room, to one of the side walls.

He then grabbed her by the shoulders, spun her around and pushed her up against the wall. Sliding His hands down her arms, He grasped both leather cuffs and clipped them together. The other end of the clip he used, he attached to the end of a rope that was hanging over The slave’s shoulder.

The rope was run though a pully above The slave and the other end ran to an electric wench.    Activating the wench caused her arms to slowly raise above her and began to pull on her wrists.  She had to get on the toes of her sneakers to keep her weight off her wrists and arms.

Happily grunting to himself, The Man switched off the wench and got face to face with The slave.   He then gripped her chin and turned her head from side to side, looking her over.   As she was forced to look to her left, He leaned further in and ran his tongue over her ear and deep inside.

She tried not to move as He explored her, but she needed to move her legs to keep on her toes.   Keeping her head turned to the side, she felt His other hand run down her torso.   First over one breast then the other, grasping and twisting each one in turn. 

Then the hand slid down her belly, which ended with a short jab of His fingers.    This caused The slave’s breath to explode from her mouth.  

When she caught her breath, she begged of him “Please Sir, tell me what you wish of me.”

This only caused The Man to grunt laugh again.  Letting go of her jaw, He shifted his hands to her the top of her jeans.   The Slave knew what was coming next and shut her eyes, even while not facing Him.

But she could feel him undoing her jeans.   First the button and then the zipper being pulled down.   The Man then took hold of the jeans on either hip and ripped the jeans down to her knees. 

The slave began to whimper as he made sure the panties followed the jeans down.   The man began to chuckle and brought his hands up to his own face.    After spitting on each one, He stepped close to her and jammed one in her vagina and the other across her mouth.

“This is the only thing that matters,” He told her, shoving her fingers inside. “This cunt is now mine.   I own it.   The rest of you is nothing more than life support for this.”  To give emphasis to His words, The Man tightly gripped her cunt and twisted.

“Your name is now Cunt.” He told her.

(Before you read this story you may wish to view a trigger warning Here)

The slave sat at the airport restaurant with her bag next to her feet.   There wasn’t much in it, as the man had told her she wouldn’t need much.   Just some personal care things and a couple of her favorite toys.   He said he would take care of everything else.

She glanced herself over again, wanting to make sure everything was in order.   Her loose fitting blouse was the same color as her hair: reddish brown.   Her jeans were snug, so much so that she was sure her panties were showing through them.   She was surprised when he said he didn’t care if she wore them or not.  All the others told her not to wear any.

She had been sitting there awhile, thinking things over.  Their talks online and his coming out to Raleigh and meeting her face to face.  My God, she thought to herself, He was so confident and his eyes were so hard.   Maybe too hard, she said to herself again.

Looking down at her cell phone, to see if she missed a text from him, she wondered where He was.   She had flown out from the east coast to the middle of America to meet this Man on his home ground.   Did I make a mistake, she asked herself.   Was He not going to show up?

She looked around the room and started to panic.   Slumping down, she put the cell in her lap and logged on the website they met at.   Nope, no messages there either.

“Sit up straight.   You look like a slob like that.” A voice told her, very sternly.  

The Slave’s head snapped up and there He was, right in front of her.   The Man had somehow seated himself at her table without making a sound.   She sat upright as fast as she could, back barely touching the cushion of her chair. 

“Hello Sir!  I’m sorry for not sitting properly.  It won’t happen again.” She told him, as she tried to make herself as presentable as she could.

“Quiet.   When I want to hear from you, I will tell you.”  He sternly replied. 

Reaching into his inner coat pocket, The Man pulled out three objects and set them on the table in front of her one at a time: a car key with a small tag attached to it, a hotel room card, and a small packet of papers.

“This is your last chance to back out.” He told her.  Picking up the card and showing it to her, “This is room at the hotel next door.  It is paid for.”  Next He showed her the packet, “The room has been paid and you can stay for 3 days.  This also has a return plane ticket to home.”

Setting the packet back on the table, his forefinger then tapped the car key.  “This,” He told her as His eyes never left hers, “is a key to a cargo van at the back of the parking lot.  You will use it to unlock the back door and climb inside.   There you will find a crate inside and in that will be a set of handcuffs. You will put them on and kneel beside the crate until I come out.  Leave your bag here.”

“Choose now.”

The slave blinked at Him and then at the three objects on the table.   Slowing reaching out her hand toward the card, she found herself suddenly darting towards the car key.   Picking it up, she seemed to be floating as she rose from the table and headed for the door of the restaurant.

The Van was parked where He said it would be, with the rear facing away from the restaurant.  Walking to the back, she found the key did indeed fit the lock and she could open the door.   Still standing outside, she could see in to look the interior over.  

There was the crate He mentioned.   It was like a rather large dog kennel, but much sturdier.   It was constructed of heavy duty plastic and had a large metal grate for the front door.   On top, she noticed a rugged padlock.

With a sigh, The slave climbed in the van and then reached back to shut the door.   The roof of the van was not very tall, so she had to crawl to the crate.   When she got to it, she undid the latch and reached inside.   There she found the handcuffs.

They were ordinary police handcuffs.   The kind she saw on cop shows all the time.   The slave had seen them used on various scenes down at the club, but never used any herself.    Looking over the cuffs, she moved her eyes to her wrist.  First one then the other.

She sighed again and snapped one cuff around her left wrist.  The ratcheting sound seemed to echo within the van.    With a gulp, she put both hands behind her back and spent some minutes getting the other cuff on her right wrist.    When she finally got it locked, she knelt down beside the crate and closed her eyes.   Waiting.

It what seemed forever to her, The slave heard footsteps outside the van.   Then the sound of one of the front doors opened and a thump of something hitting one of the seats.   The door slammed shut and the footsteps returned.

Behind her, the sound of the back door opened, and the van shifted as someone got in with her.   Suddenly The slave’s head snapped back, as a hand had grabbed her hair and pulled hard.

“When I tell you to do something, do it right!” His voice growled in her ear.  Her head was thrown forward and she fell down to the floor of the van.  She then felt His hand wrap themselves around her wrists and the pressure of the cuffs increased.

She was trying to tell Him how sorry she was when the air was forced from her by His body laying on top of her.  Trying to catch her breath, her head snapped back again, and his voice was saying “Now get it that crate before we have some real problems.”

Turning her head, she again looked at the crate and tears started to drip from the corners.  “Yes Sir” The slave whispered and felt His weight disappear from her body.    She inched herself as fast as she could toward the crate.  

Pushing with her still free legs, she managed to get in up to her waist.   That was when she felt His foot on her butt and pushed her in further. Shifting to her back, she bent her knees until she could feel all of her in her the crate.

She shuttered when she could hear Him click the padlock on the grate behind her.   

As many of you who follow my writings on here know, I like to create stories that celebrate various aspects of the D/s Lifestyle.   

In most cases, they show how there can be loving connections of horrendous acts that attract us and can repel us at the same time.    But I do try to show, at the end, these are acts of a consensual nature.  Participants engage in knowing what is going to happen by the time the story ends.

However, the next story is going to be something different.     While it will be consensual in nature, it is going to be very different in what I usually put out.   

It won't be for everyone.    But, it is going to show a different  side of the lifestyle, something a little more violent.

I'm not going completely off the rails, but some may find it adverse.   

You have been warned. 

when the power has been out for 14 hours?

Apparently, go get some ☕ and little chocolate  ?s, then sit back to see how many people will read a throw off post.

Got'cha!

So the project is completed!  

It's been through a stress test, after full completion and seems to work very well.

The main problem is it has a cosmetic flaw to it:

But I have already found a workaround and will apply that to future builds

Such as the Stainless Steel handle I am already got in my head.

The Subject laid there, as best as she could, trying to catch her breath.

Even with her ass up in the air and her bowel filled with a still warm liquid, her hands down by her feet, and a leash tied to a collar around her neck and then to a spreader bar between her ankles, she felt like a two gallon puddled in a one gallon pohole.

And having an ice cold speculum holding her pussy open and touched off with an electric wand didn't help.

As her breathing quieted down, she could feel The Man's hand stroke her hair and mermer into hear ear.  Focusing enough to listen to his words, she heard Him trying to get her to do something.  "....didn't want to do that...."  His voice was getting clearer.

"But my employers do need that code. I don't want to hurt you, but you are just being stubborn.  Why not give me the code and we can end all this. "  He told her while continuing to stroke her hair.  "You do want this to be over don't you?    You don't want to continue to suffer like this."

The Subject moaned slightly and tried to shake her head.   She didn't want to give in.  She didn't want The Man to win.  Most of all, she didn't want Him to win.   No matter what she had to take,  He couldn't win.

Sighing heavily, The Man gave her a final pat on the head and once again trailed his hand down her to her ass.   This He gave a firm slap, causing the the tube leading to anus to shake.   Then all at once, she felt the pressure of the speculum suddenly ease and the evil thing removed from her cunt. 

She relaxed as much as she could.  At least some of the pressure was gone, she thought.    Then she heard a familiar buzzing sound and felt a vibration on the inside of her left leg.   "Perhaps the pain is not something you fear then.   How do you feel about pleasure?"   He taunted her, as the vibration moved to inbetween her legs.

"Oh God, No!  Please No!"  She pleaded to herself.   "Please not now!  Please, please, PLEASE!"   But outwardly, she let no sound escape her mouth, as the head of the magic wand moved up and down the lips of her vulva.   The Subject tried to move away from the wand, by she could not get far, trussed up as she was. 

"There, there now." The man cooed to her.  "This isn't going to hurt you one bit."

Her breathing began to get heavy again.  She tried to slow it, to fight off the coming orgasum.  But the feeling was too great!   A few more seconds and she would explode in the bright lights and release!   "I've lost" she almost to herself.

Then the vibration withdrew....

"Oh God, not that!  NOT THAT!"  The Subject screamed in her head!

After a minute, the vibration returned.  Up and down each lip.  Around and over her clit.    The sinsation never centered.   It was always moving her vulva.   Then The Man would run it over her ass cheeks and around the plug filled anus.  While He did this, He would run the fingers of his other hand over her pussy, often making "yum yum" sounds while licking his fingers in-between strokes.

But always as she was about to cum, he would stop.   The subject lost count of times she was about to cross over because of that.    Her tears began to flow again.

"Please, no more!  I can't take it anymore!" She begged of him.   The vibration finally centered on her clit.   Then there was a slap on her ass.  "What," He started, "is the code?  Only he punctuated each word with a harder and harder slap on her ass!

"4132" The subject told him and began to cry again.  She lost and now she was going to get her reward.

"NOW!"  The Man screamed at her!

Her body shook as her orgasum overcame her.    Muscles clenched and a great sensation of pure heaven flooded her body.  All the tension escaped her and her consciousness faded....

When she awoke, she was freed from spreader bar and cuffs.   Her arms were laying curled up under her head and she discovered herself covered in a warm blanket.   Her eyes fluttered open and found her Master looking at her with some concern.  

"Hi," she whispered to Him.

"Hi back" He returned, "You put up a fight this time."

"Almost.  But you still won." 

Her Master smiled and leaned down to kiss her on the forehead.

"Just one thing though,"  She said as she blinked her shining orbs at him.

"Yes, My Love?"

"Could you take this fucking tube out of my asshole so I can take a dump somewhere?" 

∼Fin∼

I've been having the creative itch again. 

While talking about the different kinds of leather I have in my flogger collection currently, I  thought it might be nice to have a Moose hide one.    So, instead of buying one, I thought I would see if I was skilled enough to make one of my own.

I ordered some tobacco colored leather from a place in  Washington State and this is what they sent me:

 I cut some of that into half inch wide stips, 12 inches long.  For a handle, I went back to the copper piece I used for my self bondage idea (which really didn't work out but I'm still doing some thinking on that).   Then I glued the strips into the inside of the tube:

(That's 13 Falls)

The ends I am going to cap with rubber leg tips: One drilled out for the falls to pass through and the other I decorated with a drawer pull and leather lace for a loop.   

So now I have all 26 falls glued in and waiting for it to cure to see if I can get the top cap on.   As thin as the leather was, it turned out to fill the top of the tube almost full:

(13 Falls)

(26 Falls)

I am now waiting for the glue (Shoe Glue) to fully cure before I put the caps on.     Then the testing will start to see if the adhesive holds the falls under stress.    I just hope it works and then I will have to test it out on a live target.

(looks like Cousin It from the Addams Family)