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I woke up at 5 A. M, since I always thought that it’s better to be safe than sorry. I didn’t want to be late for my new job. Well, to be honest, it’s probably more like I didn’t want to disappoint her. I was so eager to work for Miss Emily, I just couldn’t wait to go there and get thing done. Going in the kitchen, I saw a note from mom stating that there were sandwiches in the fridge. I made myself coffee with the sandwiches and sat to eat. Since I thought it may not be for the best to arrive that early, I went for a quick jog. I ran through the streets for about half an hour, then went home to take a shower and by 6:30 I had headed towards the farm. I went inside and saw her sitting on a white wooden chair and next to her a table, same as the chair. A cup of coffee was on the table I assumed she just made it because it was steaming hot.

“Good morning, ma’am.” I said in what I tried to sound not as excited as it actually did.

“Good morning.” she said, as uncaring as before.

“I have left you a note of what needs to be done for the day.” saying so she gestured towards the note that was left on the table.

“Understood, ma’am! I’ll get right to it.” I said as I went to take the note.

“Stop!” she said sharply.

I just froze, not sure of what I had done wrong.

“First, we need to have a little talk.” there was a bit of a pause. “Breathe!” she said calmly.

I just stood there frozen not even realising I had been holding my breath. Exhaling, I looked at her, slightly confused.

When I had calmed down a little, she continued.

“You shouldn’t be hard while at work, well not unless I allow it to. What if someone came and saw your erection while you were outside? That would put both of us in an awkward situation. I don’t care if you want to be seen, but I don’t really feel like it. “

Being seen, I would have probably died from shame, even if my member was fairly large from the ones I saw on the internet, while watching porn. I tried to say something, but I didn’t know what to. Also, I knew she was the one in charge. Before I could say anything, she spoke again.

“I think we should restrain your member while you are working. Yet, I need your consent for that. Do you want to be restrained, unable to have erection until I say otherwise?”

Gulping down, I felt like her stare was digging a hole through me.

“Also, note that there are only two outcomes. One is you disagreeing and I’ll send you straight home you won’t be working for me anymore, free to masturbate as much as you want. The other is you accepting and I chastise you. Like that people won’t brand you as a pervert if you got an erection while someone was here, nor say that I have hired one, so if you think about it, it benefits us both if you accepted.”

I wanted to have an erection and get some relief, especially after yesterday. Had she staged this? I thought to myself. Maybe that was why she didn’t allow me to masturbate. Maybe she was trying to make me even more excited to see if I would still do my best to please her. But there was also reason behind her words. Once I looked at her and gazed upon her beautiful green eyes and stunning red hair, all of my doubt had been erased. I wanted to be around her and do her every bidding. So I just said what for me seemed like the better option, as selfish as that may sound.

“I accept ma’am.” I realised my mouth was dry when I tried to gulp down.

“Since, I still don’t know you that well, I can’t take your word for anything yet. So, why don’t you try begging me for what it is you want? Make me understand that you really want it.”

What I wanted? Didn’t she just suggest this? But I got down on my knees and started begging her. Second time in just two days that I was begging in front of her on my knees. Without intending to, I snuck a look; and assumed she liked the idea of me being locked under her control, because I saw a smile on her face. What a smile it was. It could shatter the heavens, bring the dead to life, or stop a meteor in space just so it could gaze upon her. It filled me with joy. Doing something that pleased her was what I wanted most.

She moved, and I immediately looked at the floor, hoping that maybe she didn’t see me look.

A moment later she came back with a bamboo horse riding crop and said:

“You have my permission to look at me.”

I raised my head and got lost in her eyes for a moment, but snapped out of it since I was supposed to pay attention, or so I thought.

“Listen closely.” she whispered. “I think you deserve a punishment for escort kuşadası looking at me without my permission. Or maybe it’s just because I want to do it? Hmm, I guess you’ll never know, will you?”

“No, ma’am.” I realized she had noticed and my pulse started getting faster by the second.

“Get up, put your hands on the table and drop your pants and underwear.”

I was a little shocked and stood there without moving. Feeling my body trembling slightly.

Then I heard her say:

“One, two, three…”

She was counting, why was she counting? What did she mean by it? I think she may have sensed my confusion, so she spoke:

“Every second you haven’t obliged, I’ll add one whip on your buttocks.”

When I heard that, I immediately done as instructed.

“Good boy, how many whips do you think you got?” she asked in a soft voice.

“I don’t know ma’am probably around fifteen.”

“Well, that was rather close I’d say and since you weren’t that far off I’m willing to reduce their number. Aren’t you grateful?”

“Yes, ma’am, thank you ma’am. You are the very best there is.” she indeed was. She was like a goddess in my eyes. Simply looking at her was like a breath of air while you’re drowning.

“How many do you think you should get?” she asked.

“I think it’s up to you, ma’am.” and it really was, she could do whatever she wanted to me. I didn’t have the will to disobey her, nor did I want to.

“It is indeed. Good answer, boy. Or should I call you pet? Maybe slave? What do you think?”

“Call me whatever you wish ma’am I’m yours to do with as you please.”

I couldn’t believe that that was really happening. Though I was happy, I wanted to show her I can be anything she wanted me to, as long as it pleased her.

“Good, I like how obedient you are. A normal person would have ran away by now.”

“I guess I’m not that normal ma’am.”

“That you are not, but it’s ok. I think I may have some fun with you. And don’t you dare think that you can slack off while at work just because I played with you for a bit.”

“No, of course not ma’am. I would do anything to please you!”

“Good answer! You will count every hit, if you miss a number I won’t count it. You will receive 10 strikes. Is that understood slave?”

“Yes, ma’am!”

“Now you can thank me!”

“Thank you, ma’am you are very generous. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I am honored just to be in tour presence!”

I was in a trance and was just constantly thanking her, so I barely noticed when the first strike came.

“One!” I immediately said after feeling the pain on my back

It wasn’t that hard; I thought to myself.

Then there was another.

“Two!” This time it was stronger and it hurt a bit.

“Three!” the pain that shot through me was becoming stronger with every hit. I thought that maybe she is testing my pain limit.

“Four!” I bit my lip, trying to stop any sound that may sound like a sob.

“Five!” my eyes got teary.

I straightened my muscles instinctively, awaiting the next blow, but it didn’t come.

Thinking that maybe it was over and she would have mercy upon me, I relaxed a bit, only to feel the stinging from the next blow. It hurt like crazy; I panted, unable to think. I probably found a bit of pleasure in the pain, but it still hurt like crazy.

“Relax.” she said.

I stood there awaiting the next blow, but it didn’t come the pause this time was longer. Maybe she got bored? I thought to myself. Then, just as I was about to turn around to see if she was still there, two swift blows came on me. Instead of screaming in pain, I counted fast.

“Six, seven.” I said almost instantly. Maybe my brain was surrendering to her.

She waited a bit for me to recover and said:

“I will hit you harder now. Is that understood?”

Harder?! I felt like even the slightest touch would break me let alone a stronger hit, but by now I knew what she expected or so I thought. The only option was to agree:

“Yes, ma’am!” I said and was eager to stay strong for her. She could whip me as long as she wanted to.

I heard her move a bit, but nothing was happening. Then I just heard the three swift hits in a row landing hard on me and after less than a second the pain soared through my body. I screamed in pain, my hands finally failing me and letting me fall to the ground.

“Are we still on seven?” she asked.

“Eight, nine, ten.” I hurried to count.

“Good! Are you ok?” she questioned, but her voice was slightly more concerned than her usual, non-caring one.

I was grunting and panting on the floor. Of course I wasn’t ok, I was in pain. But I really didn’t want kuşadası escort to disappoint her.

So, I just answered:

“Yes, ma’am I’m alright.”

“Good!” I heard her say in a barely noticeable excited tone. Then she continued:

“Now I think some gratitude is in order, since I wasted so much energy on you.”

She was right. She was always right.

I shakily got up from the floor, bowed down in front of her and started kissing her boots thanking her as I did:

“Thank you, ma’am thank you so much.”

A minute or so passed in which I was constantly thanking her and kissing her boots. Then she broke the silence by saying:

“That’s enough, slave! Stay here a bit and recover. I know I said that I would show you around, but I have some emails to check on my laptop. So, if you don’t know where something is come ask me and I shall tell you. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

And then, she left. I just stood there, letting everything that happened sink into me. What was that? Did she want someone to play with, was she a natural sadist? I wasn’t sure, and I doubted that that was something I could ask at this point.

I went and took the note to read it and do my assignments:

Sweep the floor outside.

Water the plants.

Clean the stables.

Easy enough, I thought, the then went and found a broom and a dustpan. I started sweeping. When I was done, I looked and wasn’t quite satisfied with myself. Knowing that that may displease her I went and swept again more thoroughly this time. Now it was better. After that, I went on to the next task. There were a lot of plants, but I couldn’t find a watering can. I searched a bit, but still didn’t have any luck. So, I went to ask ma’am if she knew where I could find one or if there was an alternative way. I went to look for her and found her in the house. She was sitting at a brown wooden desk and was reading a book, but I couldn’t make out what it was about. Behind her was a wood stove.

I don’t know why, but I couldn’t help but kneel in front of this magnificent woman. I bowed my head and asked:

“I’m sorry to interrupt you ma’am, but I searched and couldn’t find a watering can may I ask if there is any somewhere or if you may tell me an alternative way to water the plants?”

“Why of course you may. Here it is.” she said, while gesturing at it, seemingly happy that I was kneeling in front of her.

Reaching to her right, she grabbed a big green plastic watering can and handed it to me.

I thanked her and took it. I wanted to get up and go on about my job, but it felt like something was amiss.

She noticed that and spoke, breaking the awkward silence:

“Oh, look, I’ve sorted your problem yet again. Now what were you supposed to do.”

I immediately realised what was expected of me and bowed down on my knees she turned towards me and stepped a few inches away from my head. I saw her white sheer socks covered with blue flowers. Her feet looked as wonderful as her. It made me wonder what her other parts looked like. I bet they were as divine as her. I felt my member stiffing. But pretended not to notice it and just started kissing her lovely feet. I kissed each toe on both her soles. I just couldn’t stop myself and after that I just continued she let me kiss them for about a few more seconds and pulled away her beautiful feet, I instinctively followed them, but she just pushed my head away with her left foot. Realising that I had gone a bit overboard, I bowed my head down to the floor and started apologising, but she just hushed me and told me to go on about my job. I thanked her for allowing me to kiss her feet and went out to water the plants.

Running left and right, I was pouring water in the water can and then watering the plants with it. After twenty rounds or somewhere there, I checked the plants out of off my list.

Now the only thing left was to clean the stables. Taking the broom, I went and swept. There were no horses there, which was weird, but I wouldn’t dare question ma’am. I tried my best to do a good job, started sweeping around and after 15 minutes of sweeping or so I found a small ring covered with hay on the floor. I thought it may belong to ma’am, and I wanted to give it to her again. It was partly because I wanted to see her, but I thought that she might have been looking for it. But I needed to do a good job here. I didn’t want to go there without having finished my work. Deciding to go full speed just so I can see her again, I did my best and as fast as I could and after another 20-25 minutes I had done with floor. I then moved to the windows, cleaning them with a cloth. Some briddles and yulars kuşadası escort bayan were scattered in the back of the stables, so I took them and put them on the stands and on the nails that were in front of the cages.

I had just finished with everything when I noticed the time it was 15:40. Boy, time sure flies by when you’re busy. I washed my hand and face in the sink outside of the stables, and went to report to her. I knocked but nobody open maybe she was asleep I thought. Should I just excuse myself, but I doubt she would be pleased if I did that, nor did I want to do it. What if I went in and woke her up by accident or startled her, she would beat me to a pulp, and I would let her? Hundreds of scenarios ran through my head. I have been standing in front of the door for 5 minutes. When I heard her come behind me. She was holding a bag of groceries.

She simply said:

“Be a gentleman and open the door for me.”

I hurried to oblige and opened the door while bowing my head slightly with my eyes closed so as not to disrespect her in any way.

When she got in and put the groceries on the table, she gestured me to come inside and pointed to the floor next to her.

So, I went and knelt beside her. She then started stirring some veggies in a pan and in another one some pork meat seasoned with pepper, salt and chilli powder. In a coffee cup she had some cream, which she added to the meat once she had sealed it from the outside on a high degree so that it was still juicy from the inside. I thought she knew what she was doing. In my eyes, she could easily have won all the culinary shows in the world without batting an eye. She told me to take plates from the closet behind her. I did and put them on the table. She then put the pork and veggies for both of us and gestured me to sit with her on the table.

“Thanks for the food!” I said, and I meant it. I was honored to taste the food she made.

“You’re welcome I’m quite happy with how you have done today’s work. So I will say it once and you better remember it. Keep me happy and you’ll be happy. I don’t think you want to know what will happen if you disappoint me. Do you?”

“No, ma’am! Your wish is my command. Whatever you request of me, shall be done.” I said, bowing my head slightly.

We chatted a bit. She told me what she needed doing. There was a lot, so she would write me notes of tasks for each day. Which she expected to be done. Then she added:

“If you do all the things I have assigned you with, you see what happens.” she gestured at the food and the fact that we were having dinner together. “Fail to please me and you will be punished, so you can do better next time. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am!” I said almost eagerly.

“Calm down boy. That sounded like you want to be punished. I already know you do but you won’t like the punishment I have in store for you so, just do your best not to anger me or incense me in any way. Is that understood?”

“Yes, of course ma’am! Thank you for allowing me to stay by you side!” I said with vigor and joy.

“May I as a question ma’am?” I then added shyly.

“Sure, go ahead?”

“Can I stay with you for the night? I swear I won’t bother you. I’ll just be here so you can use me in any way you see fit, if you wish to.”

“No, go home your parents will probably be worried about you. But before you go, I’ll allow you to tell me your name.”

“It’s John ma’am, but of course you can call me whatever you wish.”

“Good answer, John!” she breathed.

I couldn’t help but blush.

Which I think she found amusing.

We then finished our dinner. I asked her if I could wash the dishes for her, but she declined, saying that my mother was waiting for me at home and I should be on my way.

I bowed down to her, kissed her feet, bid her farewell and headed home. I really hoped that I could perform even better tomorrow. Maybe she would allow me to go higher up. I smiled to myself, knowing it wouldn’t be that easy, and I also didn’t want it to be. I like how things were progressing so far.

When I got home, mom asked me how my day was and showed me the dinner she left for me on the table, but I told her I wasn’t hungry and that I had already eaten. So I was just going to go take a shower and head to bed.

I laid in my bed ready to sleep, and heard my phone ring. I kind of had a hunch what it was, and that made me want to look at it even more. I opened the SMS from her. It was like the previous one.

“Don’t think of jerking off, save your strength for tomorrow. I decide if you get to cum. P.S. Delete the message I don’t want anyone to think that I am abusing you against your own will.”

“Understood ma’am. Your wish is my command! I bid you goodnight ma’am.”

“Goodnight John!” I just imagined how she would have said it and my heart started racing. I tried to calm down because I had to go to sleep. Closing my eyes, I put an end to the lovely day. I couldn’t wait for tomorrow. I fell asleep thinking of her.

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