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Prize Bull Ch. 01

By: carlieplum



Thank you to phantom4533 for editing assistance on Part 1! --CarliePlum



Nobody had thought I could hold onto the farm when Randy left, but it had been four years and it was still a working dairy farm. I rose early to do chores before heading off to the doctor's office where I worked as a nurse. Afternoon chores were Travis covered by my son Tim and a series of hired hands, the latest of whom, Travis, was the first one who I had much hope for sticking around for more than a few months. He was a hard worker and smart. It didn't hurt that he was mouth-wateringly handsome and too shy to know it. More and more, I had found him in my fantasies, until I finally decided to seize the bull by the horns and see what reality might hold. 

I pulled into the little road that led up to the house and dairy barn at Hollydale Farms. Holly and Dale were my great-great-grandparents; they started the farm more than 100 years ago. Since my divorce, I couldn't maintain a full herd on my own, so I only kept eight cows and no bulls in a barn that was built for close to 100 cows and calves, plus the requisite bull. Without hired help, I wouldn't even be able to keep that much going, my hours at the doctor's office were just too long. 

I parked the car up by the house. I looked over at the box of specimen cups I had bought from work sitting on the passenger seat--the office manager let us buy things at cost--and smiled when I thought of the use they would be put to if I could put my plan into place. I slipped into the barn without Travis knowing I was there; I liked watching him work. He was a natural and had honed his skills with the animals in part by hanging out with my son Tim as Tim did his chores. The boys were the same age, had turned 18 the same week, and Travis had been around helping out with chores since Tim's dad left three years before. Travis had worked on other farms, I knew, trying to learn as much as he could about running a dairy farm. It was ironic, because Tim was so eager to get off the farm that he had left six weeks before college started, arranging an on-campus job that needed him to start before the school year, while Travis--whose parents lived and worked in town and were horrified at the idea of him becoming a farmer--had grudgingly gotten his folks to agree to let him delay his college entry for a year so he could work for me to gain experience. 

Travis had never talked to me much when Tim was around, but with him gone for a few weeks now, Travis had come into his own somewhat, chatting with me a bit, although still shyly and sweetly, always putting a Miss in front of my first name. Still, I caught him and looking me up and down when he thought I wouldn't notice.

I had met Tim's father Randy the first week at college, the week I turned 18. After a whirlwind one-month courtship we married and got pregnant with Timmy on our honeymoon. At 36, I still looked good. I take care of myself, exercising and eating healthy to keep my weight at just around 105 lbs. which is the perfect weight for my 5'3" frame. I noticed Travis taking long looks at my breasts when he could, and I admit I teased him, unbuttoning an extra button or two before I went into the barn and making sure I always had sexy, plunging bras on. I watched Travis struggle to adjust himself so his erections wouldn't be too noticeable, but I noticed, and I had been making plans for what I was going to do with that rock-hard cock and its adorable owner. 

I hadn't dated at all since Randy left. He had taken up with a woman from town, a clerk at the county courthouse. The money I had made from my work as a nurse was what allowed us to buy my parents out of Hollydale Farms when they were ready to retire. I can only thank my lucky stars that my father never fully trusted Randy or the farm really would have been lost. When Randy left and filed for divorce, our copy of the sales contract "mysteriously" vanished from the files in the house, and with the help of his little girlfriend at the courthouse, the public copy also somehow got "misplaced." Luckily, my father had filed an extra copy with Brett Farley, our family's attorney. 

Randy thought he could force me off the farm, but one clause in that contract stated that in the event of a divorce, 100 percent of Hollydale Farms went to me, with Randy holding no interest in the farm or any of its assets. It didn't help Randy that the chick he was boffing was the wife of our local judge's best friend and buddy for all hunting-fishing-golfing trips and whatever else guys like to do together. It also didn't hurt me any that my lawyer Brett and the judge were regular drinking and poker buddies. Randy was left with his truck and his clothes and not much else. And I swore the next time I was with a man, I would be the one in charge, with no need for my daddy or judges or lawyers to pull my bacon out of the fire. 

I walked over to the feed trough Travis had just filled. "Travis, come over here and look at this!" He came over and looked where I was pointing. I made sure to bend over, allowing my white cotton blouse to fall open, revealing the tops of my breasts and the pale pink lace of my bra. Travis swallowed deeply. 

"Yes, Miss Dara," he said, questioningly. 

"I clearly marked all of the feed troughs to where they should be filled to. This one is at least a quarter inch over. Too much feed and the cows can develop health problems. Do you not care about your job, Travis?" I asked sternly.

"Oh, no ma'am, no ma'am. I love my job. I'm sorry. I'll be sure to fill them just to the line from now on." 

I walked down the line of feeding troughs. Two others were slightly over the line. It really wasn't enough to matter, but that wasn't the point. "Look at this, Travis. Two others are overfilled as well. How am I supposed to trust you with my animals if you can't follow instructions?" I made my voice hard. Travis had never heard me talk like this, and I could see it threw him off balance.

"I promise I'll be more careful from now on, Miss Dara. I really will. I promise." Travis's cheeks were bright red as he apologized profusely. He had the most angelic face, with a mop of dark brown curls and long, thick eyelashes, plus soft lips with a perfect cupid's bow. His face was really pretty enough to be a girl's, but his body was that of a hard-working young man who made his living from the sweat of his brow.

"I'm afraid an apology isn't good enough. These are my animals, and I'm trusting you with their care. If you want to keep your place working here, you're going to have to accept the consequences of your mistake." 

"I will Miss Dara, I will. Anything. I love working here. You teach me so much. Please just tell me what you want me to do." He was so adorable, begging like that. I could even see tears forming in the corners of his eyes. 

"Go over to the corner by the work table and wait for me," I ordered. In the corner of the barn we kept an old folding table and a straight-backed wooden chair in case a person needed to sit and work on something or write anything down. I walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a leather-wrapped paddle I had purchased just for this occasion. I strode purposefully over to Travis. "Now, young man, the only way I know to make sure little boys don't forget to do their chores properly and listen to instructions is to give them a good paddling." Travis looked at the paddle and flinched as I continued. "I am going to give you eight good swats, one for each of the cows you could have made sick. If you take your swats nicely, you can stay. If you choose not to accept your consequence or give me trouble when I paddle you, you can find another job."

Travis looked frozen to the spot, unable to answer. I waited a minute, allowing the tension to build, and then I leaned in close to him, letting my breasts brush up against him as I gave him another good look down my blouse. "Travis, if you aren't going to be working here anymore, I have chores to do. Make a decision." 

"Okay, Miss Dara. I'll take the paddling," he stammered, unable to tear his eyes away from my breasts.

"Good boy," I said, as I leaned forward and began unbuckling his belt. 

"Miss Dara!" he shouted, springing back. "What are you doing?" 

"How am I supposed to paddle you if you won't drop your drawers? Come on then, Travis. You accepted your punishment. Let's go. Take off your pants." 

Eyes wide, Travis slowly undid his belt, then unbuckled and unzipped his jeans, pushing the down to his thighs. His face was awash in crimson and the corners of his eyes were filled with tears. "All the way off, and the boxers, too," I said coolly. Travis was hesitating, his boxers still on, pants still around his thighs. 

"Well, Travis. I guess this is goodbye. I'm sorry things didn't work out," I began walking back toward the cows' stalls, but he interrupted. 

"No, no, Miss Dara! I'll do it. I'm just embarrassed for you to see me like this!" He was on the verge of tears.

I stepped close again, running my hand softly along his jaw line. Although I worked as a nurse and did quite a bit on the farm, I kept my hands in gloves a lot of the time and had regular manicures, so my skin felt delicate against his sun-roughened face. "Oh Travis, you don't think you're the first boy I've had to paddle?" Of course he was, but what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him . . . or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that it would hurt him. 

That did it; he pushed down his pants and boxers, then kicked off his boots before stepping out of everything, leaving him wearing only a t-shirt. It was warm in the barn; we kept it that way for the animals. I took Travis by the hand and led him a few steps to where the hard-backed chair was. I sat down and patted my lap. "Okay then, bend over my lap and put your hands on the ground." Again Travis froze. His cheeks, already red, flushed an even deeper shade of crimson. I watched him struggle against himself. He was almost a foot taller than me and solid muscle; it wasn't as if I was going to force him to bend over. If this was going to work, he was going to have to give himself over to me, bit by bit. "Come on now, Travis. This is getting tiring. It's eight little swats. Let's not make a big deal of it. It'll be over in just a minute, and tomorrow you'll remember where to fill the feed bins to."

Travis moved closer and began to bend over. "Now, eight little swats and you are done for the night. I expect you to stay still and not try to get away from me, do you understand? We said eight swats. Why don't you count them for me Travis, so you make sure I don't give you too many or too few?" 

I raised my hand and brought the paddle down firmly, Travis winced but managed a strong, "One." 

"Very good," I encouraged him, "Only seven more to go." Swat, swat, swat—I brought the paddle down fast and hard. The movement of the spanking caused him to rock back and forth across my lap, and before I was halfway done, I could feel Travis' cock start to stiffen against me. Travis was still counting each blow, although each number sounded less like a word and more like a cry. I stopped after seven. He was breathing heavily, and I stroked his backside. "Such a beautiful pink bottom. Just one more and you're done." I reached down again, caressing his ass lightly, as I heard his intake of breath and a soft sound of pleasure. And then the pain: I brought the paddle down hard one last time as Travis choked out his last count. 

I helped him to his feet as much as I could, given our difference in size. Then stood on my tiptoes and wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my body against him. "I'm so proud of you Travis. I know you are going to do a wonderful job from now on, and if there are any little mistakes, we know how to correct them. I have some plans for Hollydale Farms, and I need you here to make them succeed," I told him, gazing into his eyes and placing a soft kiss on his cheek. "I'll see you in the morning." 

I left him standing there, his bottom all pink, his cock hard, and a goofy smile on his face. 

When I came home the next day, Travis was there as usual, hard at work in the barn. I had run into the house to change out of my scrubs and had on pair of black leggings and a purple tunic top that came just past my ass. I called out a greeting, "Hello, Travis. How are chores going?" 

"Good, Miss Dara. I washed all the cows down today and gave them a good brushing, like you asked," he answered, but shyly, not meeting my gaze. Clearly our encounter yesterday had shaken him a little. I was pleased. I intended to shake him quite a bit more. 

"Great. Keep on with what you are doing; I'll just check in on the girls." I stepped into Daisy's stall. Daisy was a sweet cow, always liking a little nuzzle and rub. "Hiya, Daisy! Did Travis take good care of you today?" I knew he could hear me, and my one-sided conversation was more for him than it was for her. "Did he rub you all over and make you feel good?" I could hear Travis passing behind me with a wheelbarrow, so I bent over eye to eye with Daisy, which also pulled my tunic up and ensured Travis would get a good look at my firm ass cheeks with just a thin layer of cotton and lycra over them. My g-string wouldn't show, although it was pressing deliciously between my ass cheeks as I bent over. "He's so gentle with you, I know. And you look so nice all clean and brushed, you lucky girl." Travis was standing frozen behind me, so I turned around, quickly, catching him staring at my ass. "Did you have a question, Travis?" 

"Um, no, Miss Dara, no," he stammered, dropping his head with a blush and pushing the wheelbarrow forward. "I just wanted to make sure you were happy with how Daisy was."

I chuckled quietly to myself at his embarrassment as I walked down the row of stalls, checking in on all the girls. He had already milked all the cows--we had an electric milking set-up from the days when we had run a big herd, so it didn't take long. He was filling the feed troughs for the next morning, his last task before he left for the night, and I could see how careful he was being to fill the feed just to the line I had marked. 

"Everything looks perfect, Travis. Before you leave, make sure the water line is working okay; the pump has been a little iffy lately, and make sure the heater is set up right. The nights are getting cooler. When you are done, why don't you come up to the house? I want to talk to you about something."

"Yes, Miss Dara," he answered, a bit nervously.

I walked up to the farmhouse and poured myself a glass of wine. I had lovingly restored the old farmhouse after Randy and I moved in and it was a pleasure to sit in my cozy home, surrounded by antiques and hand-crafted items. Like the farm, the farmhouse was more than 100 years old, with high ceilings and steep staircases. My parents had preferred to live in a newer ranch-style home a few miles away on the property before they had moved south after they retired. That house was rented out now, and I never saw the tenants except when they dropped off the monthly rent check. I sat on the couch sipping my wine and waiting for Travis. I could feel a little wetness between my legs; my teasing of Travis and being around his hard young body had gotten me quite aroused. I pictured him on his knees, his curly locks between my thighs as he licked me to orgasm. As I fantasized, I slid my hand into my leggings and fingered my clit lightly, then trailed my fingers through the slick wetness of my folds. It would be another night with my vibrator, I thought as I licked the sweet juices off my fingers just as I heard a knock on the door.

"Come in Travis," I told him, as I opened the door and walked into the house, back into the living room where I sat back down on the couch and picked up my glass of wine. He closed the door behind him and followed me. I left him standing as I put my legs slowly upon the old cedar chest that was my coffee table and crossed them in front of me.

"You wanted to talk to me, Miss Dara?" His voice was a bit quivery. "Did I make any mistakes today?"

"No, Travis. You did a wonderful job today." A smile flitted across his face. "I wanted to talk to you about adding on some new responsibilities actually. I'd like to start to build the herd back up a little. Not to where it was, since I'm working off the farm, but I have a regular buyer in Idlewild for all the milk we produce, and he's indicated that he could use some more each week. I'm thinking of adding eight more cows. Now, that would mean more work for you, so I'd increase your pay." Travis started to speak, but I shushed him, "Before you answer though, remember that more work means more chances for mistakes. And now that you know there are consequences for your mistakes, I want you to think it over before you say yes or no." 

"Oh, I don't need to think it over, Miss Dara. I really want the extra work. And I'll do my best and take any consequences that come, I promise. You can count on me." His earnestness was so endearing. 

"You're sure?" 

"Sure."

"All right then, turn around and drop your pants and underwear," I said abruptly, rising from the couch.

"But, Miss Dara, I thought you said everything was okay today," he blurted out, looking confused. 

"Don't be afraid, Travis. Everything was fine today. I just want to check and make sure you are okay from yesterday," I explained as I approached him.

"Oh, I'm fine. Doesn't hurt at all, I promise," he choked out, backing away.

"Travis," I made my voice stern again like I had the night before. "I need to check for myself. I'm taking a big chance on you. If this is going to work, you need to follow my instructions the first time I give them, without all this arguing. Now, turn around and drop your pants." 

He flushed crimson again, but he turned around and did as I told him.

I knelt down behind him and ran my hands over the smooth skin of his ass cheeks. "Not a mark, Travis. Now, spread your legs." 

"Miss Dara!?" It was a plea and a question all at once.

"Spread your legs, Travis, now. This is the last time I'm going to explain this to you. When I tell you to do something, I expect it done right away with no questions asked. If that isn't possible for you, you'll need to find other employment." 

He shuffled his legs apart. "A little wider please," I ordered, trying to keep the grin out of my voice. 

He complied, but with another plea, "Miss Dara, you really don't need to do this. And it's awfully embarrassing." 

I stood up then and walked around to face him. Putting my hand lightly on the side of his face, I asked, "Travis, do you get embarrassed when you have to put Bag Balm on the cow's udders?" 

"No ma'am, of course not."

"Why not?"

"Well, because, they need it. They can get sores from the milking machine if you don't take care of their udders." 

"And did you get embarrassed when you were washing the cows today?" I asked, my hand still caressing his face.

"No ma'am!" He looked at me like I had asked a silly question.

"But Travis, you had to wash their backsides...!"

"Well, you have to keep them clean if you want healthy cows and good milk. A man who can't keep his animals clean doesn't deserve to have them," he said forcefully.

"You feel responsible for the cows. And I do too," I said, my voice soft and soothing now. "And I've taken you on as an employee but also a bit more, as an apprentice. I think you are going to be a fine dairyman one day, Travis. And as long as you are working for me and I'm teaching you, I'm responsible for you, as well. If I don't keep you healthy and happy, I don't deserve to have you working for me. Now, to care for a cow, sometimes you have to pen them in or sedate them, but you've got more sense than a cow, haven't you?"

"Yes, ma'am, I should say so." 


Prize Bull Ch. 01



"And that's why I expect that you will trust that if I give you an instruction, you will follow it right away and know it's for your own good. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss Dara."

"Good, spread your legs a little wider then," I ordered, noting that he complied more quickly this time. I passed behind him again, trailing my hand down his face, down the side of his neck, across his nipples and down his hard, muscled stomach as I did so, feeling him through the thin material of his t-shirt. I knelt behind him again and spread his ass cheeks. He made a noise deep in his throat, but stifled whatever protest he had started to make.

"I just need to make sure I didn't hurt you anywhere with the paddle," I said, before forming my lips into an O and blowing lightly on his puckered anus. It tightened as the cool air passed over it. I quickly licked my thumb and ran it down the crack of his tight butt, pausing slightly at the little hole. I planned to spend much more time there in the near future and wanted to get Travis used to my touch. Another stifled groan came from his throat. I stood up and walked around him again, noticing that his cheeks were redder than I had ever seen them. "Everything looks just fine. Now, I want to check your little guy. I'm afraid my jeans may have been a bit rough on him."

Travis's hands flew in front of him and a "You really don't..." slipped from his lips before he stopped himself, dropping his hands and remaining silent. He was flaccid. I knelt down, pushing my dark brown hair away from my face as I took on a concerned tone. "Well, he looks fine. You haven't had any pain today?" 

"No, Miss Dara," he said hopefully, as if perhaps he would escape with just a question and a quick visual check.

"Have you touched yourself today, Travis?"

"What, what do you mean?" he stammered out. 

"I mean, did you masturbate? Did you touch your penis and make yourself come?"

"No, Miss Dara!" He sounded pleased, thinking that was the right answer.

"Oh, that's too bad then," I said sadly. "We don't really know if you have any chafing or soreness." I made my voice bright and cheery. "But that's all right, I'll just check you myself and then you can go on home." His eyes grew wide like a deer caught in the headlights, but he didn't move as I wrapped my hand around his shaft and stroked him until his cock grew to its full not-quite-seven inches in my hand. "Does that hurt at all?"

"No, no, no, Miss Dara. It doesn't hurt." He could barely get the words out, and he had closed his eyes tightly and clenched his hands into fists. I wondered if I should make him come right then or wait until later. I let go of his shaft, running my fingers lightly all over the corona. 

"And what about this? Any tenderness at all here?"

"No ma'am," he panted out the words. "It's fine."

"I'm just not sure. Perhaps you should orgasm for me just to make sure you are okay." His eyes were open wide again. "I don't want to embarrass you," I lied, "but I also want to make sure you are okay." I wrapped my hand around his shaft again and began stroking slowly. 

"Miss Dara," he said tentatively, "I could do that when I go home, touch myself until I come, I mean. And call and tell you that it's all okay." I stopped stroking. 

"Is that what you'd prefer, Travis? I want you to feel comfortable." In fact, I planned to make him feel very uncomfortable in the very near future, but I wanted him well attached to me first.

"Yes, Miss Dara. I'll do it as soon as I get home and then call you and let you know." The words rushed out of him. 

"All right then, if you promise to call as soon as you are done," I said, finally releasing his cock from my grip.

"I will Miss Dara, I will." Travis's relief was palpable. The embarrassment would return later, when he actually had to call me, I thought.

"Okay then. It's 10 minutes home for you, so I'll expect a phone call no later than one hour from now. Scoot along home." He pulled up his pants and fairly raced out the door. 

I sank back in the couch, pushing my leggings and panties down as soon as I heard Travis's truck pull away. I was dripping with excitement, from Travis's warm manly smell, the feel of his rock-hard erection filling my hand, the feeling of power and control. I didn't even bother with a vibrator, just circled my clit quickly, feeling my slickness coat the hard button as one fantasy after another flitted through my mind, Travis over my knee again for a paddling, Travis between my legs licking me, Travis's cock in my mouth, my mouth that was open now in a wide O as my orgasm surged over me, waves of electricity crackling through my cunt as I sat up, rigid with the intensity of it, then fell back again, spent. 

Travis called me with just one minute left in his hour, his voice sounding quiet and tense. "Miss Dara, everything went fine." 

"Oh good, Travis. I just need to ask you a few questions and give you some instructions for tomorrow before I let you go. Did you touch yourself lying down or standing up?"

A silence on the phone. He hadn't expected this. But he complied. His submission was deepening quickly. "Lying down, on the bed." 

"And how long did it take until you had an orgasm?"

"Um, I didn't look at the clock, but just a few minutes. Maybe three minutes." 

"I see. Is that about the same time that it normally takes?" 

"What?" he asked, stalling. There was no doubt he had heard the question. 

"I asked, is that the same amount of time it normally takes for you to orgasm when you masturbate? Or was it shorter or longer?"

"Um, it was quicker than usual." I smiled wickedly at his answer. I imagine it was, my sweet boy, I thought, after I rubbed you halfway to orgasm here in my living room. 

"Wonderful. That all seems fine, then. I'll take care of the morning chores as usual tomorrow, but I'll need you in in the mornings and the evenings after the new cows arrive. Is that okay?"

"Yes, Miss Dara. I can be there in the mornings." 

"Good. When you come in tomorrow, milk the cows first. Then take the next eight stalls down from the ones that are already filled and get them ready for the new animals. Prepare them exactly as you would the other stalls after you clean them out. After that you can finish your usual chores." 

"Okay, Miss Dara."

"Good night, Travis. Sweet dreams, and I'll see you tomorrow."

"Good night, Miss Dara."

When I came home the next afternoon, there was a package from the seamstress I had found online to make part of Travis's new uniform. I already had t-shirts, jackets, and sweatshirts with the farm's logo, but I had wanted something special for his pants, and it wasn't exactly something I could have explained to our small town's tailor. I would wait until after the new cows arrived to get him wearing his uniform. I carried the package into the house and went upstairs to change. Stripping out of the scrubs I'd worn to work, I had a quick pee, brushed my shoulder-length brown hair, applied a bit of fresh mascara and eyeliner around my dark brown eyes, and put on a touch of shiny lip gloss. I pulled on a soft cotton top that clung to my every curve and a knee-length cotton jersey skirt that did the same for my bottom half. Finally, I took off my plain cotton underpants and put on a pair of silky panties, then rubbed my legs top to bottom with body lotion. Slipping my feet into a pair of black cowboy boots, I walked down to the barn. 

Travis was hard at work, as usual. He heard me come in and gave me a crooked smile. His handsomeness struck me again. I wanted to run my hands through that halo of curls, press my lips against his soft full ones and kiss him deeply, but it wasn't time for that yet. Instead, I took a seat at the work table and called the broker who would be buying my new cows at auction. We discussed what I was looking for, what I was willing to pay, and when I wanted the cows delivered before hanging up. As we talked, I watched Travis work, noting what I would be punishing him for. The punishment was already planned; I merely needed the pretext, and he made it easy for me. 

"I'm about done Miss Dara, do you want to check things over before I go?" 

"I don't think I need to check things over, Travis." I called, watching him relax, but then I added, "I can see the problem from right here. Take the paddle out of the first cabinet and join me over here." Travis's cheeks flushed and he looked dejected, but he grabbed the paddle and came right away. 

"Here you go, Miss Dara," he said, handing it to me, without looking me in the face. I put it down on the table for a moment. 

"Travis, the cows and the equipment all look fine. I see you bedded in the new stalls like I asked. But you know I like things cleaner and tidier than your average barn. Part of why I hired you is you seemed to share my same high standards."

"I do, ma'am. I do," he interrupted. I ignored him and continued.

"There's a broom hanging at the end of each row of stalls for a reason, so there isn't loose straw everywhere, getting tracked all over the place and spreading dirt. As we've discussed, clean cows are healthy cows. Now, I know the stray bits of straw get pushed under the grates of the stalls from the cows moving around, but there's no reason why there should be straw in front of the stalls that haven't even been filled yet." 

Travis turned to look. "You're right, Miss Dara. I should have seen that," he said quietly. He breathed deeply. "I'm ready for my consequence." 

I stood up and caressed his cheek. "I'm proud of you, Travis. It takes a strong man to admit he's made a mistake. Same consequence as before, but it will be a few more swats. I think 12 might get you focused."

"With pants or without, ma'am?" he asked, a hint of fear in his voice, but perhaps also hope that I would let him leave his pants on.

"You go from being a strong man to being a silly boy so quickly, Travis! Take your pants and underwear off quickly now and let's finish up so you can go home," I chided him, noting with pleasure that the blush returned to his cheeks. But he complied, stepping quickly out of his boots, pants and boxers and standing almost naked next to me, wearing just a long-sleeved t-shirt. 

I sat down on the chair and ever so slowly began pulling the fabric of my skirt up higher and higher. Travis watched me, transfixed, as I raised my skirt to where he could see the dark plum color of my satin panties. His cock jerked a few times as it became erect as he watched. I patted my lap and noted with pleasure that he lay down across my legs almost immediately, bracing his hands on the floor. Really, it was almost criminal how easily he was submitting to me. "Lift up," I ordered, grasping his penis and stroking it with my hand. He gasped loudly, but before he could resist, I had pulled him down and pinned his cock firmly between my thighs. "Travis, always remember that I give you consequences as a way to improve you, not to hurt you. I hope you noticed I didn't wear jeans. I didn't want to cause you any unnecessary pain. Isn't this more comfortable than the last time?" I purred, moving my legs slightly so the soft skin of my thighs rubbed against him.

"Yes, ma'am, thank you, ma'am," he managed to choke out. 

I reached down below and ran the tips of my manicured nails all over the tip of his cock, which hung between my thighs. "All right then, everything seems to be situated," I said as he twitched and breathed in sharply as the sensations rocketed through his body. "Just spread your legs a bit wider, Travis. I don't want you falling off my lap onto the floor." 

"Ma'am?" 

"You heard me. Now you've been behaving so nicely. Don't start causing trouble now. Just spread your legs so you are nice and stable."

Travis took a deep breath and shuffled his feet apart.  

"I still don't feel like you are in a stable spot." With my hands on my hips, I guided him a little closer to me, noting as I did that his erection was dragging across the soft skin of my thighs.

"That's better, but lift up now, I need to get you back in position." I could feel the hardness of him between my thighs. Travis lifted up, giving me an excuse to grasp him tightly and stroke him a few times before pulling him back down and trapping his cock between my thighs again. A few moans escaped his lips. 

"Now Travis," I spoke smoothly and evenly, hoping he couldn't feel the pounding in my chest, "We said 12 good swats with the paddle. I'm going to go in groups of three to make sure you are okay. Like before, I want you to count each one. But, because there are more, I'll take a break between each group of three if you need it. Just let me know, okay. Lift your bottom up, and we'll get started." 

"Ma'am?" 

"Stop stalling, Travis! You heard me. Lift that bottom up!" When he did, I grinned with delight. With his cock trapped between my thighs, his skin was pulled down around his cockhead. When he pushed down to get away from the blow, it would be as if I were stroking him. It was so much better than just having him across my lap. I leaned across him to grab the paddle from the table, pressing my breasts against him as I did. With his t-shirt and my thin cotton top, with no bra, he could surely feel my hardness of my nipples, which were like little rocks, tight with my arousal.

Grabbing the paddle, I brought it down with a swift THWACK across his backside. "One," he choked out, and, as I had suspected, swung his hips down, pulling the skin of his cock tightly back in the other direction as he pushed down toward my thighs.

"Bottom up, Travis," I instructed calmly. He lifted, then sunk back onto my lap again. 

"Bottom UP, Travis!" more firmly this time. I only wished he were higher on my lap so that his sliding cock would rub up against my cunt.

THWACK! "Two!" Again the down and up motion, then down and back up again, his hard, sweet cock rubbing between my thighs before he returned to position. THWACK! "Three, Miss Dara," he cried out.

"There, there, little one, let's take a break," I soothed, rubbing my skin across his pink ass cheeks. "Are you sure you can take all 12? There are nine more to go. Maybe you aren't strong enough?"

"I can do it, Miss Dara, I can. I won't let you down. I promised to take my consequence," he almost pleaded, "but don't stop after the next three. I can take it. Just keep going. As soon as I get my... my... my..." he was struggling to get the word out, his cheeks flushing red with embarrassment, "As soon as I get my bottom up, just give me the next strike. I can take it."

"Are you sure? Maybe it's too much for you. . ."

"No, ma'am. It's not too much. I can do it." 

"All right then, I'll trust you to know your limits and tell me if you need a break." 

THWACK! "Four!" THWACK! "Five." THWACK! "Six." It continued, with a break between each stroke for Travis to drop away from the leather-wrapped paddle, raise up, drop back, and raise up, essentially fucking my thighs. I wondered if he would come before I could finish. I didn't pause after six, continuing the paddling full-strength through the seventh, eighth, and ninth blows. Travis's counts were almost cries now, but still he raised his ass to meet the paddle, although it was taking him a few more attempts by the ninth blow. I could feel his cock throbbing as I waited for him to get back into position. THWACK, TWACK! Just one more to go, but Travis was focused on something other than the paddle now as he thrust up and down, over and over again.

"Uhn, uhn, unh, oh, Miss Dara, please, oh," he grunted as he thrust his cock between my thighs, seeking his release.

I rubbed his ass lightly. "It's okay, Travis; it's okay." With one hand, I stroked his hair and down his back, holding the paddle up high with the other one, waiting for the right moment to meld pleasure and pain. Travis grunted again and I heard the sound of his cum hitting the cement floor below. THWACK! I came down with the paddle on his ass for the last time, making him call out loudly, then dropped it and bent my body over his, pressing my breasts against him as I whispered, "Good boy, Travis. I'm so proud of you." 

"But Miss Dara," he wailed, "look at what I did!" 

"Shh, shh," I said, still caressing him. "No one expects boys to be able to control their orgasms. I'll just get a bucket of water and the floor will clean up in a second. Don't give it a second thought. The main thing is you took your consequence all the way to the end." 

"Are you sure? I can still work here?" 

"Of course you can work here, Travis. And don't be embarrassed. I promise this will be between just you and me. Now stand up and let's get you taken care of. Leave your pants off for a minute while I clean up." 

I left him standing there, naked from the waist down as I grabbed a bucket and filled it with water, rinsing the floor. A quick flick of a broom toward one of the barn's many drains, and you couldn't tell what had happened. 

Travis had his head down, his cheeks still burning red with embarrassment as I returned to where he stood by the table, "Okay, young man," I said as I slid a small tube out of my skirt pocket, "I'm going to rub a little salve on your bottom and then we're all done." All across his reddened ass cheeks I spread the soothing cream as I spoke calmly to him, "There we go. You took your consequence so bravely, and now we are just going to make you feel all better." I continued spreading down to the bottom of his cheeks, my fingers "accidentally" grazing his scrotum as I did. I peeked around him and noticed with pleasure that his cock was twitching and beginning to rise again, but I made as if I didn't see it. 

"Okay, Travis, go on home now. The new cows will be arriving day after tomorrow, so I'll be home early from work to help you make sure everything is ready." I gave him a soft kiss on the cheek and wished him goodnight. 

In fact, I took the whole day off of work the next day. There was much to get ready. With the help of a day-laborer who did odd jobs for me, I made a nice little office in the corner where the table had been, screened off by two partitions. I replaced the rickety folding table with a desk, stocked with paper, pens, and the like. I even hung a small sign that read "Travis Rogers, Hollydale Farms" on the outside of one of the partitions and put up a picture I had taken of the farmhouse on the wall. I kept the hard-back chair but made the space a little larger and we brought a soft leather loveseat from a spare bedroom in the farmhouse and added it to the space. On one wall, I had my helper mount a wooden cabinet that locked with a key. After he left, I opened it and put the paddle in it, along with tissues, wipes, the specimen cups, some creams and lotions I thought I might need, and a new riding crop I had purchased at the tack and feed store. I locked the cabinet and stepped back to look at the cozy space enjoying my thoughts of its many possible uses.

In the afternoon, I worked on the computer, getting a few more things ready, but hurried down to the barn before Travis got there. The look on his face when he saw his "office" was priceless. Oh, was he handsome. I wanted to kiss him deeply, pull him down on that leather loveseat with me and put it to good use, but I was determined not to be used again like I had been with Randy. I had to go slowly, building his feelings toward me and his submission to me before I could let myself go like that. 

"Oh Miss Dara," he said, his big brown eyes wide. "This is for me?" 

"Yep. With you taking on new responsibilities, I thought you would need a little space to do your new work. After you finish with the cows, come up to the house and we'll go over your contract and all that."

"You aren't going to stay here and keep an eye on my work?" Travis asked as I made to leave the barn.




Prize Bull Ch. 01



"I'm sure after last night, you'll be extra focused. I'll see you in a bit up at the house." As I walked out the door, I caught Travis looking at me with a strange, wistful look on his face. A shiver of satisfaction passed through me. 

I knew from my son Tim that Travis's mom and dad worked long hours. They made decent money but didn't seem to have much class or refinement, preferring to drive flashy cars from his father's car dealership and wear designer clothing rather than make a warm home for their only son. "There's nothing good to eat there," Tim would whine when he returned from sleepovers at Travis's house. "Travis's mom manages the grocery store; how can they not have anything to eat?" he would wonder aloud. 

When Travis finished his chores and came up to the house, I had changed into a stretchy wrap dress, dark brown with a hot pink trim. It crisscrossed my body, accentuating my bust with its low vee neckline. I had on flats, accentuating Travis's height advantage. If I was going to rule over him, it was going to be through desire and discipline. 

"All done?" I asked. "Did you wash up?" Travis nodded his head, yes. "I'm just printing up the contract now. Do you have time to stay for dinner?" Another shake in the affirmative. "Okay, set the table while I get the papers and things together. We'll eat and then talk." 

Travis had spent enough time at my house when Tim was home to know where things were, so he was almost done setting the table when I returned from my home office. He'd tried his best, and everything we needed was on the table, but nothing was in the right place but the plates. "Here, let me show you where things go." I came up behind him and reached around him, moving the napkin, glass, fork, and silverware to where they should go, my breasts rubbing against his back as I did so. I guessed if his parents didn't serve a proper dinner, setting the table wasn't so important either. "Now you do your place." He quickly set things to rights. "Beautiful!" I praised him. I had met Mrs. Rogers a few times, and I doubted praise was big in her communication techniques. Her reputation as a store manager was not the best; the store was always organized and problems were fixed quickly, but the staff turnover was ridiculous because she didn't know how to manage people without being mean to them. I suspected her well-known practice of verbally berating her staff carried over to home. Well, her failing was a tool I could use.

I brought out dinner--roasted chicken with rosemary, garlic mashed potatoes, and a big green salad. Travis dove in. "Travis, hold on a second," I corrected him gently. "You're going to be going off to college next year. Let's make sure you go with some proper table manners. Watch me, and do what I do." Gently, and with plenty of "exactlys" and "perfects," to point him in the right direction, Travis was eating like a perfect gentleman at the end of the meal. "Young man, I'd be proud to take you out to the nicest restaurant with manners like those." 

"Thank you, Miss Dara," he said, blushing. "I really do appreciate you doing so much to teach me things."

"Well, let's get this table cleared because I've got a lot more to teach you before you get on home," I said with a smile. 

We went over his new contract. I'd given him a job title and a nice raise. The contract spelled out that all farm operations were covered under a strict confidentiality rule, as well as his requirement to have an annual physical. After he had read it over and we both signed it, I handed him an iPhone. 

"What's this for, Miss Dara?" 

"One of your first new duties is going to be to track milk output for each cow." I showed him the application, explained where the data came from, where to enter it and how to upload it to my computer. "As we go along, there may be other data I'll need you to track. I'll pay the bill each month, which includes data and voice minutes you can use for your personal needs. If you go over, I'll deduct it from your paycheck, okay?" 

"Okay , Miss Dara. Thank you!" 

"Just one more thing Travis: Since you are an official employee now, I have a uniform for you to wear while you are at work. I put hooks and a shelf up in your office where you can store them. When they are dirty, just leave them in a bag outside your office and I'll wash them. Go ahead and strip down and I'll get everything for you."

"Right here, Miss Dara?" he said, with a note of concern. He might be coming along, but there was still quite a bit of hesitation and embarrassment to him. I have to admit it was exciting to push him past his limits, and I felt my nipples crinkle and a flush of wetness between my legs. 

"Oh Travis," I said dismissively. "I've seen everything you have. Don't be a silly boy. Get undressed now."

He was naked except for his boxers when I came back with the uniforms. "Okay, I've got four t-shirts, two sweatshirts, and two jackets. I checked your sizes, so I'm sure they'll fit. Take your boxers off, and let's just slip a t-shirt on, okay?" Travis stared at me wide-eyed for a moment, but took off his boxers, folding them and putting them with his other clothes.

He pulled the shirt I handed him over his head and I smoothed it down, running my fingers over his nipples and down his taut belly as I did. His cock jerked, beginning to fill with blood. I looked down to hide my smile. "Now, there are four pairs of pants, two for summer and two for winter. I had these specially made. You can see they've got plenty of pockets, which is always handy on a farm. And the underwear is built in, so you aren't to wear any underneath, do you understand?" Travis nodded. "Let's get a pair on then," I said, handing him a winter pair.

The pants were made of a special material I had found searching online. Both summer and winter versions were very lightweight, but the winter version was designed to lock in heat despite how thin the material was, while the summer ones would let air pass through and wick away moisture. They had built-in linings where boxers would normally go: light, soft Polarfleece in the winter version, and a slippery satin inside the summer version. Both kinds had a false front, which is to say, they looked as if they had a proper button and zipper, but they were really held up by a wide elastic waistband and would need to be pulled down to use the bathroom, or for anything else. 

Once Travis had the pants on, I smoothed down his t-shirt and ran my hands down his back. Then, kneeling, with my face just inches from his crotch, I tugged gently on the ankles and rand my hands down the outside and the inside of his legs. "Seems like a good fit," I said, still on my knees. "Do they feel okay to you?" I asked, looking up. 

The pants were just what I had wanted. I knew that with each move, the soft fleece was caressing Travis across his ass and his cock. And the lightweight material would give him no way to hide his reaction. 

"They feel...fine, Miss Dara," he managed to choke out as the material tented out. A man could hide a hard-on in jeans, but not in these pants. I felt another flush of wetness between my legs as I contemplated what the next few weeks would hold for us. 

"Great!" I said as I sprung up. "Go ahead and get back in your clothes. You'll change into your uniform when you get to work. The new partitions in your office will give you privacy." Travis started to change, switching out of his shirt first. When he had the pants half-way off, I slapped my head, "How could I have forgotten? I need to check that everything is okay after your consequence last night." 



Travis blushed again. "I'm really fine, Miss Dara. You don't have to do that every time."

"Travis," I said sternly, cocking my head at him. "Did we or did we not talk about this already?"

"Yes, ma'am." 

"I'll check your bottom first. Get the pants all the way off and spread your legs." Travis did as I ordered, although I noted he was struggling to follow my instructions. Slow and steady, I reminded myself, slow and steady.

"Okay, dear, let me have a look." I caressed his ass cheeks, again "accidentally" running my fingers against his scrotum. "Not a mark. What a strong little bottom you have," I said, giving him a light smack. "Now, spread your legs just a few inches wider." 

"But ma'am," Travis began. 

"Don't but ma'am me. Do as you're told, Travis. Your contract doesn't change the fact that you work here under the terms we originally agreed to: you follow my instructions the first time, every time. Or find another job." 

"Yes, ma'am," he answered, shuffling his feet apart. I ran my finger down the crack of his ass. 

"Does anything hurt?" 

"No, ma'am, not a thing." 

I put one hand on his belly to hold him in place and licked the tip of my finger and pressed against his tight little anus. "What about here? Any pain here?" I asked as I twisted my finger a bit.

"No ma'am," the answer came out somewhat strangled. Oh, my sweet thing, I thought. You aren't going to know what hit you pretty soon. 

"Okay then. Just one more thing. Did you masturbate today?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said quickly, thinking this was the right answer, "and it took eight minutes. I did it lying down in my bed first thing this morning." 

"Eight minutes?" I put a look of concern on my face. "After your last consequence, it was only three minutes. This has me worried. I'm going to need to check you out." 

"I'll go home right now and try again, Miss Dara," he said in a rush, clearly confused. The last time he hadn't touched himself and that had put him in an embarrassing predicament; this time he had but it seemed that was the wrong answer as well. I could almost see the wheels turning in his head as he tried to figure it out. 

"No, no. I can't let you go home until I know you are okay. Wait here, I'll be right back." 

Travis stifled a protest as I strode from the room. I was back in a minute, with a warming lotion, a towel, and a package of baby wipes. I spread the towel out on the floor. "Take off your shirt and get down on your hands and knees, Travis, over the towel."

"Ma'am?" He looked terrified. 

"I'm not going to hurt you, silly. Just do as I say. We'll see in a minute if everything is okay." I watched as he struggled with himself, then shucked off his shirt and knelt over the towel. "All right then, cross your arms over each other and put your head down on them. Now, spread your knees a little wider apart," I prompted. When he was in position, I knelt down behind him, draping my body across him so my hips were against his ass and my breasts, which were free of a bra, were pressed against his back. I rubbed the warming lotion across his my hand, as I whispered into his ear, my lips so close they grazed his skin as I talked. Even as I instructed him, my hands were roaming across his cock, which was already fully erect. I realized in this position my cunt would be pressed against him the whole time. "Okay, Travis, I'm going to rub you, but I know boys have their own way they like to touch themselves. So you are going to show me. I am going to wrap my hand around you now." As I said the words, I grasped his shaft and pumped him slowly up and down. "Now, I want you to wrap your hand around mine and move my hand with yours." 

He hesitated, I could tell, wanting to tell me no. I just kept rubbing, my body wrapped around his, the silky material of my dress rubbing against his naked skin. There would be plenty of time for pain. For now, I wanted him to submit to the pleasure. The warming lotion grew warmer with the friction. It took a minute, but finally, he reached back and wrapped his large hand around my small one and began pumping. "Good boy! Show me how you rub yourself and make yourself come." I had to stop talking then. Travis had shifted one leg slightly back and I found myself riding his leg, the motion of his masturbation pulling me against him and inexorably toward my own climax. I gritted my teeth as the walls of my cunt clamped down again and again in waves of pleasure, willing myself not to give my secret away as Travis began grunting, pulling my hand faster and harder up and down his shaft until he erupted. I glanced up at the clock. "Good boy," I said again. "Just four minutes. What a good boy you are. Everything's just fine." I stroked his back lightly until his breath returned to normal and then stood up. 

As if nothing had just happened, I waited until he stood, then grasped his cock and wiped across the head with the baby wipe. He jerked with the intense sensation. "The cows will be here tomorrow at 2 p.m. Get here at 1 p.m. so we can be ready," I ordered as I gathered up the cum-stained towel, the lotion, and the wipes. "Lock the door behind you when you leave," I said, leaving him standing naked in my living room.



Prize Bull Ch. 02



Author's Note: Dara is a single mother of a college freshman working as a nurse and running a dairy farm that has been in the family for more than 100 years. She's hired a young man she met through her son to work on the farm. After being burned by a cheating husband, Dara has vowed never to be involved with any man who isn't submissive to her, and in the first part of "Prize Bull," she began the process of seducing her hired hand Travis, 18 years old, handsome, and it seems, somewhat naturally submissive. --Carlie Plum

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Travis really was a natural with animals, I thought as he helped unload the new eight cows I had bought at auction and get them settled into their stalls. "Come on, let me show you how we tag their ears," I said, grabbing the tagging gun from a supply cabinet. Travis followed me into the first stall. "Now, it's important that you put it in the right place in the ear. Step in close so you can see what I'm doing." He moved in, but not as close as I wanted. "Stand right behind me, Travis. Close enough that you can put your arm over my shoulder and rest it on the cow's back." When he did, it brought him so close that his crotch rubbed against my back. I pretended not to notice as I held the cow's ear and explained exactly where the tag should go and why. We don't brand on my farm, so the tag was a necessary piece of equipment. We used tags with RFID technology, so when the cows were out to pasture, it was easy to track down any stragglers who didn't come back to the barn when it was time for milking. With only 16 cows as of that day, it wasn't a big deal, but when the farm was a capacity, it was a necessity. As I explained all this to Travis, my ass rubbed lightly across his cock, producing exactly the reaction I wanted. When we went to move to the next stall, his pants were pushed out in front of him by the arc of his penis. Delicious. The work pants I had had specially made for him made sure I could see his every reaction. He tried to hide it with his hands, but the more he tried to hide it, the more obvious it was. We went down the row of cows, tagging each one. After the first four, I let Travis do the tagging, making sure I stood close enough to observe so that my body pressed up against his. But still, I ignored his raging erection, even as it became obvious that the movement of his cock from side to side, with the pants' built-in boxers offering little support, was causing him to walk a bit stiff-legged. 

I kept it up for four days, joining him in the barn for morning and evening chores, always finding a reason to be close enough to "innocently" touch him, brush against him, let him smell the slight scent of my body lotion. Twice a day, for four days, he worked through hours of chores with his erection jutting out in front of him. I never mentioned it, and after the first day, he stopped trying to hide it, although I would see him grimace and adjust himself from time to time. Through it all, I made sure to notice as he picked up new skills, praising him when he did something well and watching him grin from ear to ear. I wasn't quite sure what my next step would be. I had a few ideas, but I couldn't decide which would be best, but in the end, Travis made the decision for me. He had taken out a few tools, leaving them wherever he felt like it. Mistake 1: Travis knows my rule. It's a hoary old chestnut, but it works: a place for everything, and everything in its place. Mistake 2: This is not my first rodeo.

As a mother, I've caught my toddler trying to sneak into the bathroom with his plan to stuff the toilet full of t.p. and whatever until it overflows. I've caught my little boy trying to sneak toys I told him he couldn't take to school in his backpack. I've caught him taking what he thought were unnoticeable swigs out of bottles in the liquor cabinet and swiping cigars from his father's humidor. Since Travis is less sneaky at 18 than my Tim was as at eight, I figured out in a hurry what his gig was. He was trying to get me to paddle him. And oh, was I happy to oblige, but not in the way he expected.

"Travis," I said, standing suddenly in front of him, dressed to go to work at the doctor's office in my nurse's scrubs, almost no makeup, and my hair in a ponytail. "There are tools all over the place. You can't possibly be using three tools at once, and if you are, that's what the pockets in your pants are for. This may be a barn, but it's not a pigsty, and you can't treat it like one. Drop your trousers." 

I unlocked the locked cabinet and pulled out the leather paddle. Travis was starting to take his shirt off, but I stopped him. "I have to be at work soon. Leave your shirt on. Let's get this consequence taken care of as quickly as possible, so I can go." All my tenderness of before was gone. It was up to me to show him who was in charge; that he wasn't going to manipulate me into doing what he wanted; he was going to do what I decreed. "Step into your office and put your hands on the desk. I can't believe I'm giving you a consequence for a rule you should have learned years ago."

"Yes, ma'am, I'm sorry, ma'am." Travis's eyes were filling with tears. 

He put his hand down on the desk. "Spread your legs apart and stick your ass out. Ten swats and we're going to make this quick. I'll count it." There was no caressing this time, no whispered encouragements. Just the THWACK, THWACK, THWACK as I worked 10 strokes with the paddle from the top of his ass, down to the bottom, and up to the top again. I saw tears dropping on the desktop as a paddled him harder than I ever had. Then brusquely, I pulled a tube of salve from my scrub pockets and rubbed it quickly over his backside.

"Okay, we're done here," I said harshly. "We'll discuss what the future is going to look like when we meet after chores tonight." With that, I slammed out the door. 

That afternoon, I made sure to run errands after work, making me late enough that Travis would be finished with his chores and would have to wait for me. "All finished?" I asked as I came into the barn. Travis nodded yes, but didn't speak as he twisted his hands together nervously. "Come on up to the house then, can you stay for dinner?"

"Yes, ma'am," his relief was clear as he replied. If he was being invited for dinner, he wasn't getting fired, I could see him calculating in his head.

When I opened the door, the smell of mushroom barley stew wafted out at us. I'd set it up in the crock pot that morning. With a loaf of bread and marinated cucumber salad, dinner was ready in minutes. I kept conversation light, asking general questions about how easily the cows had come in from the pasture and what the night's milk output had looked like. When we had finished and cleaned up, I got serious. 

"Okay, Travis, let's talk about yesterday. But before I ask you anything, let me tell you there is a one-strike rule on lying. You tell me the truth to everything I ask. There are no second chances."

"Okay, Miss Dara, I understand."

"Did you leave those tools out yesterday on purpose or on accident?" 

Travis hung his head. "On purpose."

"Why?" 

Travis paused, his cheeks flushing red as he looked down at his lap. If only he knew how gorgeous he was at that moment, I would have been sunk. "I. . . I. . . I liked it when you touched me. After the consequence, I mean. And during too, I guess, when I was on your lap. It had been days since you had given me a consequence, so I figured I'd mess up on something that wouldn't really do any harm and then you'd . . . you'd touch me again like you did before."

He wasn't telling me anything I didn't already know, so I was ready with my answer, explaining that a farm could only have one boss, and if he was deciding when he got a consequence, he was the boss, not me. He promised not to do it again. "But I understand why you did what you did, Travis. I see how hard it is for you to control your erections, and I know it must be hard to work with your little guy sticking out like that," I said, disparagingly. But then I made my voice soft again and leaned over to stroke his face. "Would you like me to help you with that problem? It might be a little embarrassing at first, but I think it will really make things easier you." He nodded. "All right. I'll help you. But from now on, if you need something, you have to ask for it. I may not say yes, but you have to ask, not try to trick me like you did. Understand?" He nodded his head yes. "Come on then, let's go down to the barn." He looked puzzled but walked with me out the door. As we headed for the barn, I asked him if he knew much about cow breeding. 

"Well, I know most cows are impregnated by artificial insemination nowadays." 

"That's right, so the bull's sperm has to be collected first. Do you know how they do that?"

He explained it exactly, that they let a bull get close to a cow, then diverted it at the last minute, pushing an artificial vagina over the bull's shaft to collect the semen. For a moment he looked terrified, wondering if I was going to do that to him. If only the sweet baby knew that would be a lot quicker and less intrusive than what I had planned.

"But not all bulls will mount like that; we call them shy bulls. Now some farms use electrostimulation for that, where they shock the bull's genitals to make him produce semen." Travis looked as pale as if he might faint, imagining shocks being applied to him. "But I think that's inhumane," I continued as if I hadn't noticed. "There's a better method. The bull has to be sedated to allow it, but we've already determined you're smarter than a bull, right?"

"Right, Miss Dara."

"I'm going to show you how this is done right in the bull's pen, so you'll know what to do if you ever have a shy bull yourself. Just step into the pen and take off your things. You can hang them over the rail. I need to get some supplies from the cabinet."

"Yes, Miss Dara," he replied promptly, apparently relieved enough that there wouldn't be any electroshocks involved to comply right away. I unlocked the cabinet and pulled out a specimen jar, a tub of thick lubricant, a towel, and a package of wipes. 

"I'm just going to wash my hands and get them clean and warm." 

He was waiting when I got to the pen. I set everything down except for the towel on a small shelf that was mounted to the outside of the pen, then stepped in with him and spread the towel on the ground. "You followed instructions so nicely, Travis. I'm proud of you. Now step up on this towel. I don't want your feet to get cold while we do this." When he was on the towel, I reached through the pen's bars and grabbed the specimen cup, unscrewed the lid and handed him the cup. "Now you just hold this until I tell you." 

"Yes, ma'am." 

"I tell you, Travis, it's such a pleasure working with someone who knows how to follow instructions and who learns from what they've been told. I feel like I've made a good decision taking you on. Now spread your legs, wider than your shoulders, and grab your ankles." Travis hesitated. I could tell putting himself in such a vulnerable position was hard for him, so I waited for a moment until he wrestled down his fear. I hoped the memory of how pleasurable my touch could be was part of his decision, as well. I stood behind him and surveyed the view as I spread the lubricant on my finger, thinking that I would like him shaved. That would be good training in obedience, to let a woman with a razor between his legs. Then I stepped close and put one hand on his belly while I trailed the other one, wet with lubricant, up and down the crack of his exposed ass. One of my errands that day had been to get my nails trimmed short and filed smooth as could be so I wouldn't hurt him. "You feel my hand, Travis?" I asked, not waiting for an answer. "I'm going to push inside now, try to relax and it will be more comfortable." I squirted a bit more lubricant right on his anus then pushed into him. He grunted but didn't fight me. "Good boy. Stand up for me and put your hands on the rail for support. You may need it in a minute."

When he stood up, I wiggled my finger around a bit, pushing in and out slightly as I felt him relax. Then I pushed in and curved my finger, pushing against his prostate. He gasped. "That's the spot then," I said, my mouth close to his ear as I pressed my body up against his. I pushed in deeper, curling my finger as I brought my hand back, so it dragged across the prostate as I pulled out. In, out, in, out, in, out. Each time I could feel the muscles in his stomach tremble as I stimulated that wonderful spot. "Okay, I'm going to do all the work. All you have to do is put the specimen jar up to the end of your penis when you are about to come okay?" He nodded, and I saw him grasp the jar more tightly. With my free hand, I grabbed his cock and pumped it in time to my fingers moving in his ass. I wasn't watching the clock, of course, but it seemed like just over a minute of being stimulated from both ends before he began moaning, bringing the cup up to his cock as he did. 

"Oh, Miss Dara, oh, oh, oh," he moaned as the thrust back and forth, then hard to the front as the jets of sperm shot out of him. I released his cock and grabbed the cup as his knees began to sag, still moving my finger in his ass as I pushed every bit of semen I could out of him. 

"Hold onto the bars, hold on. That was just perfect." I set the specimen jar down and held him tight. "I've got you," I whispered, "I've got you." 

When he recovered, I wiped the lubricant from between his cheeks and cleaned off his cock, causing him to jerk as the cold wipe washed over his still-sensitive head, then told him to put on his clothes and join me in his office when he was ready. By the time he got there, I had put away all the supplies and locked up the cabinet. Only the specimen jar sat out on his desk. Without any fanfare, I ordered him to give me his iPhone. I explained to him that as part of the confidentiality agreement he had signed in his contract, I expected his iPhone to be locked at all times if it wasn't in use. We set up a password, then locked and unlocked it. I scrolled down the apps until I found the one I wanted. I had uploaded it earlier that week. It was called Prize Bull, and I'd had it customized just for this moment, using a contractor I hired over the internet. "Now this application has its own password, separate from the phone's password. I put it on here for when we get a bull, but at the moment, since you are the only male on this farm, we're going to use it for you." It was really just a variation of basic data-tracking application; it captured the date and time automatically, with a few selection buttons and a text field. "You'll click the M for masturbating, S for stimulation, which is what we just did, or V for vaginal. You'll need to approximate the time it took here in the text field and any other details that might be pertinent, like how much you came. Just look at the side of the specimen jar for that. I want you to enter the data every time you have an orgasm. That will be good training for when you are managing a stud bull, but it will also be good to see how many orgasms you need to have a day to keep your erections under control. You won't learn a thing at college next year if you are sitting there with a hard-on in every class." 

"I won't, I mean, I don't want, I mean . . .," Travis stammered out, before he said, "yes, ma'am," and took the phone to enter the information. I wondered what he had wanted to say. I doubted he would defy me outright at this point, but I would have to wait and see. 

"Be here at 7 a.m. tomorrow. What I did just now is sort of like milking a cow, but different of course. Rubbing inside helps clears out the liquid that builds up inside you so don't get excited so easily and you can concentrate better. We'll start by clearing you out twice a day to see if that is enough, once in the morning and once at night." 

He was still blushing, but smiling, as I kissed him on the cheek and grabbed the specimen jar on my way out the door. "Lock up the barn, Travis. I'll see you in the morning."

Travis was already in the barn working when I came down the next morning, dressed in my scrubs and ready for another day at the doctor's office. I noticed with delight that his thin uniform pants were tented out over his already erect cock. The money I had invested in having the special pants made, with their lightweight fabric and built-in liners, had more than been paid back from the pleasure I had gotten from watching both Travis's inability to not have an erection around me, as well as by the fact that the pants' design made his erections impossible to hide. "Little boys and their penises!" I said to him by way of greeting, shaking my head at him. "Come on then, Travis, let's get your little penis taken care of so you can get your work done. I'll meet you in the pen." He blushed red and looked at the ground. 

Travis went to the pen and stripped down, hanging his clothes over a bar while I fetched the supplies from the locked cabinet. He had already spread out the towel and was waiting for me. "What a good boy you are, Travis. Now, let's take care of this little problem so we can get back to work. Put your hands on the bar in front of you and spread your legs." I began differently than last night, stroking his cock with one hand as I lightly caressed his butt cheeks. "Did you masturbate last night, Travis?" I asked, giving him a smack on the backside for emphasis.

"Not last night ma'am, but this morning before I came to work. I put it in the iPhone app, just like you showed me." 

"What a good boy," I said, delighted with his deepening submission. "Before we go any further, let's get you all cleaned up. Little boys aren't always as good about cleaning their penises as they should be." With that, I pulled out two wipes and pushed the skin of his circumcised cock back as far as I could, stretching it tight. "Let's wipe you all clean, okay?" I wiped forcefully around the rim of his cockhead. Travis winced but bit his lip to hold back any sound. I went back to stroking him, replacing pain with pleasure, but only for a moment. I quickly spread a wipe over my hand and placed it flat against the head of his cock and rubbed the whole head forcefully, making circles across the flat surface. He gasped and tried to pull back, but I had him firmly in hand, so he couldn't go far. "There, there now. We have to get you all clean. Speaking of which, remind me to talk to you about scheduling your annual physical." I released him and grabbed the tube of lubricant and began spreading it on my finger and then on his anus. 

"Okay, Miss," he began, before my sudden intrusion into his backside interrupted his train of thought and forced a groan from his lips. I continued to stroke his as my finger searched for and found his prostate, setting up a rhythm that combined pressing on the sensitive gland with my finger and dragging across it as I slid in and out. I leaned into Travis, spreading my legs and pushing my crotch against his hard, muscled leg. Through my scrub pants and underwear, he couldn't feel how wet I was, and his head was thrown back now as he gulped for air and moaned at the sensations assaulting his body. I was riding his leg to my own orgasm. I kept my face steeled and impassive as it washed over me, not talking so as not to give myself away and moment later, Travis climbed the same peak, thrusting his ass back hard against my finger as he grunted, "Oh, Miss Dara, uhn, oh, almost, uhn..." 

"Remember the cup," I had composed myself enough to say, and he brought the specimen cup up over the tip of his cock in time to catch the jets of semen as they shot from him. I was all business this morning, quickly taking the cup and setting it on the shelf before I cleaned up the lube between his cheeks and wiped down his cock with more wipes. "Don't forget to log all the data before you wash out the cup. You can leave it on your desk until I get home and put it away." I wanted him to look at that cup each time he entered his office, to be reminded of what he let me do to him, how much control he let me have over his body. He was still recovering, his head leaning against his forearm as he rested against the bars of the bull's pen when I finished washing my hands and left for work.




Prize Bull Ch. 02



"Dr. Perry, Travis is very interested in semen," I told the vet as Travis and I followed him down the row of stalls as he checked each of my 16 cows to see how their pregnancies were progressing. I had had all of them impregnated using artificial insemination a few months before. Having a calf upped a cow's milk production and was just part of the process of running a dairy. And if we had a few female calves, it would let me build up the herd a little more without buying. Travis blushed scarlet as the vet explained the process of extracting and storing bull semen and inseminating the cows, with no knowledge of what I knew, that twice each day I drained my hired hand's balls dry while he stood naked in the bull pen of my barn. 

I had met Travis when he became friends with my son Tim, who was off at college. Both boys were 18, and while Tim had no interest in taking over our family's more than 100-year-old farm, Travis had convinced his parents to delay starting college for a year so he could work on a farm and get experience. They hoped he would outgrow his interest in dairy farming with a year of hard work on a farm, but I doubted it would turn out that way. For my part, at 36 I was divorced and had narrowly missed losing my farm to my scheming, cheating ex-husband. My next partner, I had vowed, would be submissive to me, and Travis was well on his way to becoming just what I wanted with the application of the right kind of motivation, blending pleasure and praise and pain until they were inseparable. He worked for me every Monday through Saturday, doing the morning and evening chores, which were too much for me in addition to my off-the-farm job as a nurse. 

All 16 of my cows were pregnant, which meant we would be busy in the spring when it came time to for calving and the barn would be a small maternity ward for very big animals. But now, as fall deepened, the workload was easing a little. With the cows not going out to the far pastures there was more time for me to play with Travis. 

"When you finish up with your chores, Travis, I want to quiz you on what you learned from Doc Perry. I'm just going to run up to the house and change." I ran up the hill and quickly jumped in the shower, then stepped out and rubbed myself all over with body lotion with a light scent of jasmine before slipping into a skirt, blouse, and cowboy boots. I didn't have time to do a full face of makeup, so I settled on a little mascara and wet-look lip gloss, then brushed my hair out. It was cool walking down the hill with wet hair—it was just a week before Thanksgiving—but comfortably warm in the small barn. The farm's larger barn stood unused until the time came that I had enough help on the farm that I could build the herd back up to its full size. "You ready for your quiz, Travis?" 

We sat down in the little corner office I had made for him by placing two partitions in a corner of the barn. It had a sign with his name on the outside, a desk, shelves and hooks for his uniforms and a locked cabinet where I kept my supplies. I sat down on the small leather loveseat I had brought down from the farmhouse with the help of a day laborer, while Travis sat on the hard-backed chair that served as his office chair. I quizzed him about what the vet had told him about cow insemination and gestation, and while he did well, there were a handful of questions that he missed. 

"Travis," I began, "I know you aren't in school yet, but there are things you can learn here on the farm that will be as helpful as anything you'll learn in school if not more so. Doc Perry's probably forgotten more than I'll ever know about cows, and I grew up on this farm. When I set you with something to learn, I expect you to pay attention. I'm going to be leaving some things for you to read, and you need to show them better attention than what I've seen today." As I spoke, I leaned forward, making sure Travis got a good look down the front of my blouse to my black lace push-up bra. With him wearing the special uniform pants I had had made for him, his reaction was instantly visible as his cock hardened and pushed the thin material outward. With no underwear on to hold his erection in place, his cock had nowhere to go but up and out. 

"To make sure you have the proper focus on your studies," I continued, seemingly ignoring the bulge in his pants, "I'm going to give you a consequence: 20 swats with the paddle. Take off your things and hang them up." 

"Yes, Miss Dara," he replied obediently. When I had first begun training him, Travis had often been resistant. He still got shy and embarrassed from time to time, but his obedience to me was becoming more automatic. I unlocked the cabinet and pulled out the leather paddle. Slowly, ever so slowly, I pulled up my skirt, revealing my creamy white thighs. He knew what was expected now, making a bridge across my lap with his hands and feet on the ground. He held silent while I grabbed his cock. No need to stroke him to hardness; he was already fully erect, so I simply grabbed him and pulled him down on my lap, trapping his penis between the thighs I had just recently rubbed with lotion. 

"Count, Travis," I ordered, raising the paddle. He lifted his ass, the skin on his cock pulling down as he remains trapped between my thighs. SMACK!

"One! Two! Three!" Travis counted each blow; I stopped after 10. I was smacking harder than ever before and his ass was red, while tears formed at the corners of his eyes.

"Should I stop? Is it too much for you?" 

"No, Miss Dara," he sniffled. "I can take my consequence."

He lifted his ass in preparation, then lowered again, lifted again, each motion like a stroke of my hand, his cock pinned tight between my thighs. We began again, the tension building as we got closer to the last strike. THWACK! "Eighteen!" he cried out, "Nineteen!" I knew what was coming now, his desire for that last smack on his hot bottom driving him to raise and lower, then raise and lower again and again, begging me, "Oh, Miss Dara, oh please, oh please." I held the paddle still, waiting for him, stroking his back.

"That's it, lift your bottom up. Only one more to go."

"Ungh, oh, oh, oh," he grunted, then shot his cum onto the floor, still pumping between my thighs as I brought the paddle down hard for the last time. THWACK! I bent down over him, caressing him, running my hair through his dark brown ringlets of hair that make him look like Michelangelo's David. I was wet with sweat from the exertion of padding him so forcefully in the warm barn and my cunt was slick with my juices. I decided I would have to find a way for him to service me as well, to relieve the fire between my legs, but in a way of my choosing, and at a time of my choosing. Still in my reverie, I picked up the tube of salve from the desk to soothe the heat in his red bottom leaning close over him to rub the few small welts that had formed. I could feel his heart pounding hard against my legs as I pressed my lips softly to the back of his neck.

Later, after chores, I checked in on him. Cupping his butt cheeks in my hands, I saw him wince, but he assured me he was okay. "And here?" I asked, running my hands down the front of his pants, his cock answering me almost instantly with an erection. "That seems to be okay, as well." The look on his face told me he wanted me to make him come him again, I had decided on my next steps, and keeping him on edge for a bit was the beginning. The pants were designed with a wide elastic waistband and no belt, so it was simple for me to slide my hands down his pants and cup his balls in one hand while I teased my short, manicured nails across the head of his penis as I talked. "That was a pretty hard paddling, young man. I'm proud of how well you stood it. But I think we should give your backside a break for a few days, so no stimulation. If you feel the need to masturbate, you can. If you do, be sure to enter it into the Prize Bull software like I showed you." Travis nodded his head. 

With Thanksgiving coming up in a few days, it was a good time to take a break. I pretty much left Travis to handle the chores himself as I put in extra hours at work, shopped for the holiday meal, and got Tim's room in order for his visit home. It was a four-hour drive home from college, so I was expecting him late Wednesday night, but Tim called early Wednesday to say he was going to go out that night with his friends and wouldn't be home until Thursday afternoon. We don't have our Thanksgiving meal until dinnertime, after the chores were done, but I was still disappointed. I had prepared his favorite chili with rice and a big tossed salad to eat Wednesday night and was looking forward to spending some time catching up. Instead I got a bratty speech informing me I shouldn't expect any help with farm chores, that he was in college now and the divorce settlement mandated that I pay half of his tuition, but it didn't mandate that he had to work for me. I wanted to tell him he was a self-righteous little prick who should realize that the farm had help put food on his table and clothes on his back for most of his life, but instead I just went down to the barn and installed new locks. If he didn't want to help out, he for sure as hell wasn't going to be partying in my barn with his buddies or screwing a girl in the hayloft, both of which I knew he had done in the past. 

I thought Travis had gone home for the night, but he found me there, leaning up against Willow and crying. (We had named all the new cows after plants—Willow and Tulip and Iris and such.) I quickly wiped away my tears and pulled myself together. He never even said a word about it, just accepted my invitation for a chili dinner. We talked over dinner about the farm, and about a plan I had to enlarge the herd and start selling raw milk. There would be a lot of hurdles to overcome; selling pasteurized milk is such the norm that it takes a lot of doing to sell milk straight from the cow, but the buyers who wanted it would pay more even than my restaurant buyer in the nearby town of Idlewild—who touted "made with local, organic milk," our milk, on his menu—for the privilege. 

We had cleared the table and I was about to wish Travis a good night when he interrupted me, saying, "You know Miss Dara, you do so much for me, but you really don't let me do much for you. I know you are on your feet all day at work. Why don't you sit down in the chair and I'll rub your feet for a while before I head out?" I allowed as how that would be okay and sank down into an antique Morris chair I had refinished and reupholstered with creamy brown leather as Travis sat cross-legged on the floor and rubbed my feet, which really were aching. It brought to mind my fantasy of having Travis between my thighs, licking me until I came, and I resolved to make that fantasy a reality sooner rather than later. But for the moment, I merely invited Travis to join Tim and me for Thanksgiving dinner after learning that his family ate their meal at noon. 

Alone that night, I pulled up the information on the cow's milk production, then clicked through a few menus to find the information that had come from the Prize Bull application on Travis's iPhone. I hadn't mentioned it to him, but it automatically updated any entries at the same time the production data was sent over. I scrolled back and saw he had only masturbated one time in five days, just once since the previous Friday when he came from being paddled while his cock rode up and down between my thighs as he lifted his ass, and it had taken him 12 minutes, according to the data he had entered. I thought that was strange, given that I had been making him orgasm twice a day for weeks before this little break and that rarely took more than five minutes. I also knew he was still walking around with a near-constant erection anytime I was in the barn. I trusted him to be truthful, so I just filed it away as something to look into later. As it turned out, it was much later before I got the full story, which proved to be very interesting.

Tim's visit was also quite interesting, although not in such a pleasant way. I heard a door slam in the driveway and when I looked out the window, I was surprised to see him head down to the barn first thing. His keys didn't open the new barn locks, so after a quick kiss and hug hello, he asked for my keys, which I declined to give him. "Speaking of keys," I asked, "what are you driving? That didn't sound like your truck's door shutting. I only knew it was you because I saw you out the window."

Tim grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl on the counter and answered as he munched, "Dad helped me buy a car. I didn't want to drive a truck anymore."

"Well, where's the truck then? You'll need to bring it back if you aren't using it," I told him, which is when the shit hit the proverbial fan. It seems he had used the truck as a trade-in, getting just $400 for it. To give myself a moment to calm down, I grabbed my laptop and looked up the bluebook value: $2,700. So not only had he and his dad—who had always been an idiot when it came to money—left $2,300 on the table, there was one slightly larger issue: it wasn't his truck, it was mine, which I had given him to use when he got his license.

"How did you trade in a truck that didn't have either your name on the title or your dad's name on the title?"

"Dunno," he shrugged. "Dad and Brittney handled the paperwork." 

I was barely holding it together at this point. "Tim, do you not get that you can't sell a truck you don't own? Do you not get that the only reason I'm not already calling the cops to report my truck stolen is because I don't want you to get in trouble? What were you thinking?" The edge in my voice was sharp, and there really was no satisfactory answer to that last question. He was thinking he wanted what he wanted, right or wrong, and his dad, as usual, would help him get it. I backed off before things got heated. "Tim, it's fine if you don't want to drive a truck. I get that you don't want to be a farmer, and driving a truck makes you look like one. And that's fine, it really, really is." I gripped his arm. "I want you to be successful and happy, not run a farm you hate just because your ancestors started it. But you can't go behind my back like this." Tim just continued munching his apple. The deal was done, and he knew I couldn't undo it without causing him serious trouble. "Forget it, Tim. Just go put your stuff in your room. I've got some cooking to finish. Maybe you'll come keep me company while I work."

After I calmed down a bit, we managed to have a good talk as I put the finishing touches on Thanksgiving dinner. I could see he was glad to see Travis, although the two hadn't kept in touch while Tim was at school. There was one awkward moment when I overheard him asking Travis if he had keys to the barn and it finally clicked why he wanted them. "Tim, I flushed the pot you left in the barn when I found it a week after you left," I called into the living room nonchalantly. That put an end to that. Tim was gone back to school Saturday morning, and things were back to normal on the farm, using the term "normal" somewhat loosely. 

"Travis, I'm worried about you," I began as I joined Travis for Saturday morning chores.

"Ma'am?" he asked, perplexed. As was usual when he was around me, his cock began to stir and his erection was soon visible through his pants, unconstrained by any underpants, according to the rules I had set for him.

"I noticed you only masturbated once since the last time I helped clear you out. That's not much for an 18-year-old boy." 

"I'm about to turn 19, ma'am," Travis said, looking at his boots.

"Still. Is everything okay? Are you having any problems?" 

"No, Miss Dara. I'm fine. I just didn't want to. At home I mean." 

I got the sense that he wasn't telling me the whole truth, but it didn't seem like he was lying, so I let it slide for later. "Well, whatever the case," I gestured to his jutting erection, so clearly visible through his thin uniform pants, "we need to get you taken care of if you are going to have any sort of concentration for your chores. Meet me in the pen."

"Yes, ma'am," Travis replied obediently and with a little smile. In our well-established pattern, he stripped down while I washed my hands and gathered the supplies before joining him. I ran my hand over the soft skin of his hard cock, relishing the feeling of power and control as Travis stood still, his legs spread, waiting for my instructions. I cupped his balls in my hand, reaching back to massage his perineum, eliciting a small moan of pleasure. 

"Your testicles are so full, Travis. I had worried you were masturbating and simply not recording it, but I can see that's not the case," I said as I alternately caressed and squeezed each ball, causing my hired hand to wince in pain and moan with pleasure in turn.

"No ma'am, Miss Dara, I wouldn't do that. I know what you said about always telling you the truth."

"Well then, let's see what we can do to make you more comfortable. We're going to do this once each hour until you can't come anymore, do you understand? Set the alarm on your phone and meet me here every hour." It would be interesting to see how many times I could make him come; my panties grew wet at the thought of it. I lifted the lube from the tray that hung on the outside of the tray, noticing that Travis's eyes were fixed on the sight of me, spreading the lube across my finger. I moved closer to him, straddling his outstretched leg, as I lazily dragged my finger up and down the crack of his ass. Travis closed his eyes, his breath growing faster as he waited for what would come next. 

"Spread your legs a little wider," I ordered. I loved to feel the strength of his leg muscles between my thighs as I worked him over. Sometimes I could ride his leg to orgasm without him even knowing it. "Now, bend over and grab the bar and relax." Travis's reaction was immediate. "What a good boy you are," I purred. "I remember how much trouble you used to give me when you first started working here, but not anymore." I began moving my finger rhythmically against his puckered little hole, which relaxed to let me inside. I quickly found his prostate and began rubbing it, eliciting more moans and whimpers of pleasure. "Do you want me to touch your penis, Travis? Would that help you come?"

"Yes, Miss Dara," he exhaled.

"Yes, what? Tell me what you want." 

"Please Miss Dara, I want you to rub my penis. Please. . ."

I wrapped my hand around his shaft, stroking him firmly, then slid my finger out of his ass. This produced a moan, but of frustration, not of pleasure. "Is something wrong, Travis?" I asked, as if I were truly perplexed. He blushed crimson. I hadn't seen that in a bit, and I remembered suddenly how much I loved it, how it added to the heat in my crotch to see this submissive young man abashed and embarrassed at admitting how much it excited him to let me dominate him. I watched as he struggled, still pumping his cock slowly, not quickly enough to make him come but merely to keep him on the edge. He wanted it, but didn't want to ask. My nipples crinkled hard with excitement. 

"Could you. . . could you. . ." he stammered. "Could you please?"

"Please what, Travis? I'm not a mind-reader."

"Your finger, behind I mean, could you put it back?"

"You want me to put my finger back in your bottom Travis, is that it?"

"Yes ma'am, please ma'am."

"Then ask me, Travis, tell me exactly what it is you want. Every detail."

Silence. I stopped stroking him, let my hand hang by my side. My body was still pressed against him, the warmth of his naked body passing through my clothing. 

Finally, he found it within himself to overcome his embarrassment. He breathed deeply and began, "Please, Miss Dara, put your finger inside me and rub the spot that feels so good. And stroke my penis and make me come. Please . . ."




Prize Bull Ch. 02



I kissed him on the cheek, "I'm proud of you Travis. I know that wasn't easy for you." 

Moments later he was standing on his tiptoes as the waves of his orgasm built and then spilled over, his grunts and groans of pleasure echoing through the barn as I plunged my finger deep into him, forcefully stroking his cock until he shot rope after rope of semen into the plastic specimen cup he held in his hand. 

The third hour, I had lost track of time, head down in the maze of paperwork we would need to complete just to have the initial inspection to see if Hollydale Farms could be considered as a potential seller of raw milk. Fucking bureaucrats. 

I heard Travis calling my name, already naked and ready for me in the bull pen. I took a bit of my frustration with me, raking my fingernails down his shaft and then across the top of his cockhead, pushing down into the piss slit until he winced slightly. "Spread your legs a little wider this time, Travis," I ordered. I began as before, watching Travis grip the specimen cup tightly as the waves of pleasure began to watch over him. He was beautiful, flushed and sweaty, he smelled the way a man should smell, looked the way a man should look. I pressed my crotch harder against his leg, thrilling in the feelings of rocking my clit hard against him as I jacked my hand up and down his crotch. After a few minutes, and without warning, I slipped a second finger in next to the first one, spreading his tight sphincter wider as I steadily fucked in and out of his ass. I wasn't sure what to expect, but he surprised me, rocking back hard against my hand, groaning with pleasure as he impaled himself on my fingers, pushing back on me until my fingers couldn't go any deeper into his ass, the muscle tight and warm around me. 

"Ungh, ungh, ooohhhh," he fairly yelled as he held the specimen cup over the end of his cock, filling it up only half as much as he had the first time I had milked him he had come that day. 

"Well, well, well, that certainly was interesting," I noted coolly. Travis blushed scarlet. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about Travis. I hope you aren't blushing because it feels good to have your little bottom filled up," I teased.

"Oh, Miss Dara, you promise you won't tell anyone?" he wailed. 

"Of course not, silly boy. But your annual physical is scheduled for Wednesday, and the doctor will want to know about your sexual activity. You don't need to tell him that having bottom filled makes you come so hard and that you can't control your erections, but you will need to be very matter of fact and tell him about all of your sexual activity. But just the facts, he won't need any names or details."



Prize Bull Ch. 03



Author's Note: Dara is a single mother of a college freshman working as a nurse and running a dairy farm that has been in the family for more than 100 years. After being burned by a cheating husband, Dara has vowed never to be involved with any man who isn't submissive to her, and in the first two parts of "Prize Bull," she has seduced Travis, almost 19 years old, handsome, and naturally submissive, slowly but surely tightening her control over him. 

--Carlie Plum

In the end, it turned out that five orgasms in a day was Travis's limit. With each orgasm, it had taken a bit longer and his output of semen had dropped significantly. I began our fifth session in as many hours slowly, making sure to hold my hand in front of him as I spread the thick lubricant over my fingers. I had noticed the sight aroused him, his cock twitching in response, and I made sure to draw the production out, giving him time to think about what it would feel like to have my finger buried in the soft flesh of his ass, stroking his sensitive prostate. 

"You do seem to be settling down, Travis. I don't have time to take care of you like this all the time, but I think we'll need to do it occasionally. You went almost 40 minutes without an erection since I stimulated you an hour ago." Travis blushed at the mention of his constant erections. At my instructions, he wore specially designed uniform pants with built-in liners—fleece for winter and silk for summer—that were lightweight. In addition to having no buttons or zippers, which meant I could access his anatomy just by slipping my hand into the elastic waistband, they made it impossible for Travis to hide an erection around me. 

Of course, there was no hiding anything at the moment. I stimulated Travis in our small barn's currently vacant bull pen, and while I was dressed in a sweater and jeans, my hired hand was stripped completely naked, his clothes hanging over the edge of the pen. "Bend over and grab your ankles now," I ordered. I knew this position still caused Travis trouble, and I watched him struggle and blush until he made himself comply, knowing the embarrassment of putting himself in such a vulnerable position would prove well worth it. "Spread your legs wider," I said harshly. "Really, Travis, you act as if you've never done this before. How in the world am I supposed to put my finger up your little bottom with your legs together like that?" Travis spread his legs wider. His ass cheeks were muscled and tight, and I could see the little brown opening between them, just waiting for my finger. I slid inside, feeling the velvety softness of the skin as it grasped me tightly. I steadied myself against Travis, letting my crotch rest against his leg as I teased up and down his naked stomach before grasping his cock firmly and pumping it in time to the rhythm I had set up with my finger. 

"Oh, Miss Dara, oh," Travis was panting, his eyes closed as his hand grasped the specimen cup he would catch his cum in. I slipped a second finger into his ass and was rewarded with a deep groan of pleasure. I curled my fingers so they dragged across the prostate with each thrust, pressing against the sensitive gland. Sweat beaded on Travis's forehead and chest as I continued rubbing him. At times he would seem as if he were about to come, rising up on his tiptoes or pushing back hard on my fingers, but the minutes passed and I wondered if I had pushed him too far. I decided to try something different, hoping it wouldn't change the balance of power I had established. 

"Travis," I whispered, pressed close to him, "I want you to wrap your hand around your cock and rub yourself for me. Do you understand?" Without responding, Travis brought up his free hand and began masturbating, even as I continued to plunge in and out of his tight asshole with my two fingers, the feel of him tight and velvety around me. I continued in my low voice, "Rubbing you has gotten me all wet, Travis. Do you like thinking about that, that I'm wet between the legs from touching your penis?" 

"Oh, yes, Miss Dara," Travis panted, stroking himself harder and faster. 

"You can't tell, but my clit is all hard from rubbing up against your leg, and I'm going to hold on very tight and make myself come like that. Don't you come until I tell you to, you understand?" Travis nodded.

I readjusted myself so I could continue my assault on Travis's backside, but grind my crotch more forcefully against Travis's leg, wrapping my arm around his sweaty body, feeling the muscles ripple beneath my touch.

"Oh, Travis," I moaned, "I'm so wet. My clit is grinding up against your leg and it's a sweet, sticky mess in my panties. Maybe one day, if you are a very good boy, I'll let you have a taste."

Travis moaned, a deep wordless groan of desire. I kept on grinding, even as I teased us both into a frenzy. "Would you like that, my sweet boy? Would you like to be on your knees between my legs, licking me and tasting me? I'm so close now, so wet, there would be so much sweetness for you to lick. Maybe one day. . ." Words failed me as the fantasy joined the reality and I came, crashingly, my moans pushing Travis over the edge with me. He thrust hard and I pressed firmly against his prostate, but just a few drops spilled out.

I stood there for a minute, my head spinning. I had come a few times with Travis, but I had gritted my teeth and never let him know as I rode his leg to orgasm. Would this change things? I forced my voice into evenness. "Make sure you finish up the chores after you clean up, Travis," I said before I left him alone in the barn. 

*****

Travis's annual checkup had not gone as expected, but it had certainly been a noteworthy event. Cheryl, Dr. David's other nurse, had called in sick and we were short-staffed. I got pulled in as his nurse, since I was the only one there. Although I was due to get a summary of the Travis's physical as part of his employment agreement and would see his lab work as part of my regular work duties, I wound up getting a lot more information than that. 

"Dr. David," I asked, before going into the exam room where Travis was waiting, "I should let you know that Travis Rogers works for me at the farm. I don't know if there are any HIPPA issues we should be worried about with me being his nurse," referring to the patient privacy laws all medical facilities have to follow, "I was planning on Cheryl handling his exam. . ." 

On Dr. David's instructions, our receptionist had Travis sign a letter saying he consented to have me as his nurse despite my status as his employer before I stepped into the exam room. I wondered if he felt as strange about the situation as I did, the blurring of our roles changing the patterns we had established, but I didn't ask, just went through my normal routine of taking his vitals and asking a standard set of questions. "Okay, Travis, you'll need to change into this paper gown before the doctor comes in."

"Yes, Miss Dara," he answered, beginning to strip, just as he would have at work. 

After taking care of two other patients, Dr. David and I met up outside of exam room five. The doctor took a quick look at Travis's chart, before he tapped on the door. I still couldn't shake the feeling that I was doing something wrong, that even without knowing it or meaning to, Dr. David would be a tool for my domination of Travis and this was a situation I couldn't control. I tried to shake the thoughts. Travis had seemed unfazed.

As we walked into the room, the words came out of my mouth almost unbidden, "Travis, I know you signed the release, but I just want to make sure you are okay with me being in for your exam. Dr. David can be more thorough with me here, but I don't want to make you uncomfortable, since you'll have to see me later at work and some of the exam is very personal." Finally, my discomfort made sense to me. Although I cared for Travis in a way that I couldn't define, being his medical caregiver was something else. I didn't want my power in one situation to invade a relationship that should always be a safe one. 

"It's fine, Miss Dara. Really." Travis answered, looking me full in the face, his eyes deep with meaning. I could see he really was okay. I would just have to trust that.

"Okay then," Dr. David interjected, beginning the exam. Unsurprisingly, Travis was as healthy a specimen as any doctor could hope to see: fit, non-smoker, plenty of exercise. I took notes, filling in Travis' chart as the doctor went through his routine.

"Now, I need to ask a few questions about your sexual activity. It's standard practice for patients your age," Dr. David said. 

Travis cleared his throat before he began, flushing a bit, but managing to hide whatever he was feeling. "I'm involved with someone at the moment. She," he paused, looking for the words to explain what we did. "She stimulates me with her hand, on my penis and also in my anus. And sometimes she masturbates when she is with me." 

"Anything else?" the doctor asked. 

"Not at the moment," Travis continued. He sounded so brave, so unlike his usual bashfulness with me. "She makes the decisions about what happens." He was speaking to Dr. David, but looking straight at me. "I'd like there to be more, but it's not for me to say." 

"I see," said Dr. David, although I doubted he did. "And any previous sexual partners?" 

Now the old Travis came back, his face flushed crimson red as he looked at the floor. "Other than kissing, just one," he mumbled, the words rushing together. "In the spring, I was dating a girl I took to prom, and she gave me a few blowjobs and I touched her. But that's it. Nothing else." This time, he didn't look at me.

"Okay, then," Dr. David said. "I'm going to do a few cultures. STDs can be spread through oral sex, although a lot of folks don't seem to know that. And I want you to bend over so I can check that your current activities aren't doing any damage." Travis was red as a beet, but he bent over and let Dr. David examine his backside before he took the STD swabs, sliding a cotton tip into Travis's urethra. 

"I don't see any sign of swelling or tearing back there," Dr. David was saying as I drew a few vials of blood, "so whatever you and your lady friend are doing, it seems to be fine. We'll have your lab results back in a week."

"Miss Dara, you're not mad at me are you?" Those were the first words out of Travis's mouth when I came home from work that night. 

"About what?"

"About the girl, and the blowjobs. I'm glad it came out today; I wanted to tell you before but I didn't know how."

"Travis, I'm not mad. Even if there were something to be mad about, I'm too tired to even get mad. It was a hard day at work with only one nurse. Come up for dinner when you are done and we can talk then."

It really had been a hard day. With Christmas coming in a few weeks, people were coming in with the colds and other ailments that they picked up at holiday gatherings and out at the mall. I collapsed into my favorite chair and put my feet up on an ottoman. I would have plenty of money for Christmas gifts. I had called my attorney Brett Farley after my dirt-bag ex-husband Randy and his new wife Brittney had traded in a truck I owned and "helped" my son Tim buy a new car he couldn't afford. Tim drove me crazy, I guess the way most teenaged sons do, and it wasn't his fault his dad didn't know right from wrong. In any case, Randy had cut me a check for the $2,700 value of the truck after Brett explained that he and Brittney could be charged with auto theft. The car dealer, after reviewing their documents, was happy to cut another check for the $2,700 value of the truck after Brett explained how bad it would look for them to be investigated by the state for receiving stolen property. I planned to give the money from the dealer to Tim to help pay for his car. I understood why he didn't want the truck—that was his statement that he wasn't going to be a farmer, even if our farm had been family-owned for more than 100 years. And I knew, as a college student, making the payments on the new car was a stretch. The $2,700 would cover his payments for the better part of year and give him some breathing room. As I planned out the few other gifts I needed to buy, things for my parents, secret Santa gifts for work, and something for Travis, my hired hand knocked on the door.

"Come on in," I called. "Travis, I'm too tired to make dinner, but there's food if you don't mind putting it together." Travis's parents weren't the sit-down-to-dinner type, so I invited him to eat with me a few times a week.

"I don't mind, Miss Dara. Just relax and tell me what to do. And maybe after dinner you'll let me rub your feet again." 

"That would be amazing. But dinner first. If you look in the refrigerator, you'll see a container of marinated mushroom salad I made. Second shelf, on the left I think. There's also some roasted sweet potatoes you can pop in the microwave for a few minutes until they are warm. And look in the drawer on the bottom left and there's some sliced turkey. That's for sandwiches. Can you put that all together while I close my eyes?"

"Yes, Miss Dara. You rest and I'll have dinner ready in a minute. It sounds delicious." 

"Well, it's the best I can offer tonight, so I'm glad it sounds delicious." 

I rested in the chair with my eyes shut, listening to the sounds of Travis moving around in the kitchen. It was a nice feeling, not being alone in the house. Presently, I heard some other sounds of rearrangement, but I kept my eyes closed. When I opening them, Travis had pulled a small side table up and laid out my dinner, with a kitchen towel serving as a tablecloth. 

"Thank you Travis. The table is set perfectly, and I don't even have to move. But where are you going to eat?"

He answered, ducking his head, "I thought I'd just sit here on the floor and eat. I found a tray in the kitchen that will work as a table." He blushed, embarrassed at himself. I didn't think I would every get tired of his crimson cheeks; they made him almost irresistible, and I loved him taking a submissive posture so naturally.

"That will be nice. I'm too tired to go to the table to eat, and it will be pleasanter to have you as company instead of sitting in the other room at the table without me." Travis ducked his head again in response, blushing an even deeper shade of red, and smiling. I wondered briefly if he thought much about how he was changing, his natural deference and politeness turning to a need to demonstrate his submissiveness to me even when I wasn't demanding it. We ate in silence, then I closed my eyes again as Travis cleared up the dishes and settled back into a position on the floor near me, this time close enough so that he could rub my feet. I was so tired, I couldn't even fantasize. I just let myself drift into the relaxation of his touch and my overwhelming fatigue. I awoke in the dark, unsure for a moment where I was. I looked around, orienting myself to the fact that I was still on my couch, but Travis was gone. A soft chenille throw was draped over me, and I could see that he had turned on one small table lamp and closed up the curtains before he let himself out. I sighed a contented sigh and drifted back to sleep.

Even with the rush of getting ready for Christmas, things progressed as normal at Hollydale Farms. Travis milked the cows; I "milked" Travis. The latter was a lot more fun for everyone involved. My son Tim would be with his father for Christmas, and I planned to be with my parents for the holiday, leaving Travis in charge of chores, with a local retired dairyman I knew named Fred as backup in case of emergencies. In picking up gifts, I hadn't forgotten Travis, buying him a sturdy watch, a subscription to my favorite dairy farm magazine, and a book about herd management, and a final gift, a little surprise designed to benefit me as much as him. I left the gifts on his office desk in the barn with a note on top. 

The note read:

"Travis, I've left you three things to read while I am gone. As they are all work-related, read them during work hours and leave them here. You'll be tested on all three when I return." 

Under the two farming publications was a guide to providing a woman oral pleasure, written by a woman. There was nothing in it about getting a woman excited for the next order of business, as most guides for men are; it was all about satisfying a woman's needs without thought of your own. 

Travis managed to surprise me as well. As I walked out to pack my car, I noticed a small box with a card labeled "Miss Dara" on the swing on the front porch. Inside was a gorgeous necklace, made to look like a string of wildflowers, set in aged brass. Some of the petals were painted, while other flowers had brass leaves with crystal centers. It was all in delicate shades of blue and green and yellow, which made it look so natural against the aged brass metal. The card read, 

"Miss Dara, when I saw this I thought of you walking through the pastures, hard at work checking fences but surrounded by beautiful flowers you were too busy to enjoy. Now you will have wildflowers with you any time you want, and maybe even a moment to enjoy them. Merry Christmas, Travis. "

It was exquisite. Certainly nicer than anything I had ever received from my ex-husband. I slipped it around my neck, loving the weight and feel of it. 

When I came back after my week away, everything was in perfect shape. There had been no emergency calls to Fred begging for help; Travis had managed the farm and the herd, the deliveries and the paperwork without a hitch. I found him working in Iris's stall, and I stepped and said hello, standing close as I praised him for all his hard work, my hand cupping the side of his face as his smile grew as quickly, although not as impressively, as his stirring erection. I let him go back to work as I double-checked the records, noting that there was no entry into the Prize Bull software on Travis's smartphone. Designed to track semen output in breeding bulls, I had had it modified to track every time Travis had an orgasm, with him responsible for entering the data. He hadn't masturbated since I left. I had noticed a drop-off in frequency of his solo sessions in the past months, but had chalked it up to him getting his needs met by me, whether by stimulating his prostate and masturbating him or by paddling him across my lap until he came. But I had been gone for a week. 

"When you are done it looks like you are due for some relief, Travis," I announced. 

"Yes, ma'am," he answered, and I watched as he sped up his actions in order to finish sooner. When we met in the pen, I had a few questions.

"Travis, I've noticed you aren't masturbating very often. Are you forgetting to put data in the Prize Bull app?"

"No, ma'am." 

"Well, I know you turn 19 at the end of February, but it's not like you are so old that your hormones have gone into a ditch. What's going on?"

He stammered a bit, blushing and kicking his toes against the towel he was standing on. Funny that standing naked in front of me waiting for me to violate his anus didn't embarrass him, but he couldn't talk about masturbation.

"Spit it out, Travis. I don't have all day," I finally said, making my voice angry, although I was really amused at his predicament. 

"I guess I'd just rather wait for you, Miss Dara. I started a few times while you were gone, to masturbate, I mean, but then I just thought whatever we did together would feel better if I waited. So I waited." 

Well, let's make it worth the wait then, I thought to myself, a little grin on my lips. I moved more slowly than usual, asking questions about what had happened on the farm as I first rubbed lube all over Travis's rock-hard cock, the skin soft and smooth against my hand. Putting a dab of lube on my finger, I slowly massaged his anus, not pushing in even when he pushed back toward me, clearly wanting what I wasn't ready to give him. I was in charge and he would have to wait until I was good and ready. 




Prize Bull Ch. 03



"Be still, Travis!" I admonished. "It's been a week and things may be tighter than you expect." I continued talking, slowly circling his opening, which pulsed from time to time, opening and tightening in expectation of what was to come. Travis's knuckles were tight as he gripped the bar of the pen, waiting for me to give him what he wanted, what he needed. Well, he was going to have to wait. 

I dropped my hands from his body, reaching over to shelf attached to the pen where I kept my supplies. I pulled out a moist wipe and, without warning or explanation, grasped his shaft and pulled back hard, spreading his piss slit open. Travis breathed in sharply, but didn't speak. He had long since learned that pleasure followed pain; in fact, pleasure often was mixed with pain. I wiped around the corona of his cock forcefully, then scrubbed the wipe deep against his slit, noticing he stayed silent even as he winced with the force of my onslaught. 

Applying more lube to my fingers, I tickled my way up and down his shaft before grasping it firmly and beginning to pump him. "Does that feel good?" 

"Yes, Miss Dara." 

"Which feels better, when I rub you, or when you rub yourself?"

"When you do, Miss Dara." 

"Would you like me to make you come you now?" 

"Yesssssss." His answer came as an exhalation of breath as the waves of pleasure from my hand moving up and down his cock in a smooth rhythm moved him closer to the orgasm he had been without for a week. 

"Yes, what? Tell me what you want me to do." I knew he hated this part, telling me what he wanted, but wanting it enough that he would say it anyway.

"I want you to put your finger inside me and rub that spot that feels so good. Please Miss Dara, please do it," he begged. 

I stopped jacking him for a moment while I lubed up the fingers on my other hand. I still got regular manicures, but I kept the nails trimmed short and smooth at all times. What had developed between Travis and I had turned even a trip to the nail salon into a sexual experience. As I watched the manicurist shape and file my nails, I pictured them at the end of fingers wrapped around his beautiful cock or slipping into his warm dark hole, feeling my panties grow damp at the thought of it. One week I had even ruined the nail polish, pulling over before I got home then slipping my hand under my clothes and into my panties to masturbate before the paint was even dry. The paint was dry now, but every inch of my first two fingers were covered in shiny lube. I held my hand up for Travis to see. "Does that look wet enough to slide into your little bottom nicely?" 

"Yes, Miss Dara, oh please, please. Please be inside me," he begged.

As I slid in a finger, eliciting a moan of satisfaction, I asked, "Did you have time to read everything I left for you?"

"Yes, Miss Dara." He could barely get the words out as I plumbed his ass, rolling across the prostate with the precision that had come from much practice. 

"And do you think you can put what you read into practice?" 

His head snapped to the side, looking me full in the face. It was as if the fingers in his ass and the hand on his cock were forgotten. "Oh, yes, Miss Dara. If you'll let me. I want to make you feel good like you do me." 

"Settle down, Travis. Focus on what we're doing. Plan on staying tomorrow night for dinner and you can show me how much you've learned." With that, I slid a second finger into his ass, burying the both as deep as I could. 

"Oh, Miss Dara. Yes, Miss Dara. Yes." Travis was one big moan as he rocked between the hand on his cock and the fingers in his ass. I wasn't even moving, just holding on as he fucked himself back onto me and then into my waiting hand. Faster and faster, he moved, his muscles straining tighter, his jaw clenched as his body told him my fingers on his prostate were the ticket to the release he was chasing, a series of animal grunts escaping him. My fingers were deep in his ass, the warm flesh of him wrapped around me and clasping me tight, the skin of his cock almost as soft but not so hot. Travis pulled one of the plastic specimen cups he always used when I stimulated him up, putting it over the end of his cock as he pushed back hard onto my fingers one last time then thrust forward, the cum making a smack as it hit the bottom of the cup and splashed back a bit. 

Sometimes I was tender with him after, holding him, praising him, but tonight I left him there, holding onto the metal bar of the bull pen as he gasped for air and regained his composure. He was still standing there, his head resting against the top bar, his curly dark hair in sweaty ringlets, when I finished washing my hands and putting my supplies back in the locked cabinet. "Goodnight, Travis," I called. "I'll likely miss you by morning chores, but I'll see you tomorrow night for dinner. Take care that you do a good job!" And then I was out the door. Another 20 minutes later, I heard him shut the barn door and drive away.

The next day, I must confess, I was a bit of a mess. I knew I wanted what I had planned for that night, but my thoughts were running in circles. I managed to do a good job at the doctor's office, but my head was somewhere else entirely. I was comfortable telling Travis to do things, but having him service me was new territory. Honestly, I was worried. Would letting him bring me to orgasm change the balance of power we had established? In the end, I decided that since this was new for him, I still had an advantage. He had only read about giving a woman pleasure orally. I would still be the teacher. 

I had prepared a meal I knew Travis liked: breaded chicken breasts, oven fried, with a side of quinoa and chopped vegetable salad. I rushed through my preparations: a quick shower, blow-dry of my shoulder-length brown hair, just a touch of mascara around my dark brown eyes and lipstick. I saved my time for selecting my underwear. I had silky emerald green top that perfectly matched the necklace Travis had given me and a fitted brown khaki skirt that I knew would unzip and fall to the floor easily. The outfit accentuated my breasts with the help of an underwire bra and showed that my hips and waist were still slim and supple. I pulled out a few garter belts, but decided in the end to go with a pair of lacy pink bikini panties. The lace was see-through in every spot, which I decided would be perfect for the night's activities. I had trimmed my hair closely the night before using an electric hair clipper with a blade guard—I'm not a fan of women looking like 12-year-old girls, but I do think a pleasant environment is important in these matters.

I know we talked during dinner, but I honestly can't remember a much of what we said. I was too busy thinking about what was going to come next. We cleared and washed up together, then I settled down in my favorite Morris chair while Travis stood, nervous and awkward, shifting his weight from one foot and then the other. I let him stew for a moment as I glanced at a book I had started reading earlier in the week but had gotten too busy for, before I called for him. "Come here, Travis, I want you to kneel down here by my feet."

He was there in a second, kneeling, looking up at me in anticipation, a bit like the cat that swallowed the canary. That wouldn't do at all. He needed to come down a notch or two. "Now tell me again, Travis," I began, "what it is you did with your prom date? Not what she did for you, but what you did for her."

There it was: Travis dropped his head, his smile gone, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. He mumbled a bit, but didn't answer.

"I'm sorry Travis, I didn't quite catch that."

"I touched her Miss Dara, on her breasts some, and between her legs, both over and under her underpants."

"Panties," I corrected.

"What, ma'am?"

"If a woman is permitting a man the pleasure of touching her between the legs, she generally has taken the time to put on panties, not underpants. Underpants," I continued, looking him in the eye, "are white or sometimes colored, but are always cotton and quite plain and functional. Panties, on the other hand . . ." At this I stood, and reaching behind me, I unzipped my skirt and let it slide down my legs and to the floor, revealing my lacy underthings, "panties make it clear that a woman has given some thought to her appearance. So, your date, she was wearing panties, yes?"

"Yes, Miss Dara." As he said this, Travis was still on his knees, his lips now less just inches from my crotch. 

"And did you make her come?"

"No, Miss Dara," Travis said with a hang-dog look and tone of voice.

"Well, you will learn to satisfy me, or you will have a consequence. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Miss Dara. I'll do my best, and I'll take my consequence if I have to." 

"Very good. I will teach you what I like, and what signals a woman will give you to tell you if you are doing what she likes. But one more thing, from this moment forward, if you see my panties, even a flash of my panties, I expect you to be on your knees between my legs with your shirt off, pants on, within a minute, or there will be a punishment. Do you understand?" Travis nodded.

"Excellent." I settled back into my chair, spreading my legs slightly. Travis' eyes were glued on the patch of pink fabric between my legs. "Now, for starters, this isn't a swimming pool. You don't just dive in. Take your time to kiss my legs, my ankles, my feet, if you wish, working your way up toward my panties."

Looking down I could see Travis' cock in his uniform pants. Poking straight up, the dark pink head was almost peeking out of the waistband, which was already showing a dark spot from the wetness of his pre-cum. His hands were steady as he slid them up and down my legs, his rougher skin a contrast against my smooth flesh, but I could see a slight tremble of nervousness in his shoulders as he licked, kissed, and sucked from my feet up to my thighs. "Just fine, Travis, you're doing just fine. I just thought of one thing I need," I said, interrupting what was a very pleasant interlude. He looked up at me, confused. "The keys to the locked cabinet are on the key rack. I need you to go down to the barn and bring me back the leather riding crop from the cabinet. Make sure you lock it behind you." 

Trying somewhat vainly to shove his hard form back into his pants, Travis grabbed the keys and hurried out the door. He must have run, because he arrived back at the house with the riding crop in his hand in record time and out of breath. 

"Now, where were we? Oh yes, you were on your knees in front of me, admiring my panties." With a quick step, Travis was back in position. I walked around behind him, leaving pants on, but pulling the back of his uniform trousers down to expose his ass while keeping his cock trapped by the fabric. I continued to circle him until I was in front of him, sinking into the Morris chair and spreading my legs again. Once again, Travis began kissing and licking my thighs, working closer to my cunt with every passing second. 

"Can I kiss you, please, Miss Dara?" Travis begged, his face still nuzzled in my thighs.

"Kiss me where, my sweet boy?" I never tired of asking him questions I knew he hated to answer. 

Travis swallowed hard, his cheeks flushing red, "Between, between your legs Miss Dara. Where your panties are." His voice quavered. 

"Go ahead. Let's see what you've learned." Travis kissed and licked me softly, the silky lining of my panties moving across my clit as he explored the territory. It had been so long since I had any touch there except from my own fingers or a vibrator, even his amateurish technique was enough to flood my panties with sticky wetness. 

"Do you want to taste me, Travis?" He swallowed hard again and nodded. "All right then. Stand up so I can get my panties off." He stood and I noticed the wet spot on his pants had grown bigger. I grasped him through the fabric, his own slippery lubrication making the pants slide all around his cock. "You come from so many things, don't you Travis? You come when I touch you, and when I spank your bottom. I wonder if you'll come in your pants just from licking me. Keep your hands firmly on the chair." I made a bet with myself that his pants would be sticky with his cum before we were done. After sliding off my bottoms, I sat back down and slid down in the chair, allowing my legs to fall more widely apart. 

Tentatively, Travis began licking me. I could tell he had paid attention to the book I'd given him. He started down at the entrance to my cunt, working his way up my slit so my own juices slid across my clit. "Oh, Miss Dara, you taste so good. I never thought anything could taste so good," he moaned into my crotch before he went back to flicking his tongue across my swelling pussy. 

"That's a good boy. I can tell you studied. Now, show me how well by making me come." I laced the fingers of one hand through his hair as I spoke. But then, just as things were going so well, we hit a problem. Travis' licking was simply too rough. Maybe later, it would get the job done, but it was too soon. I used my grip on his hair to pull him up and away. 

"Stop, listen, and learn. You fail this and you may not get a second chance." Tears began to form in Travis' eyes. "My clit is not a cock, so don't treat it like one. You need to slide your tongue across me, using the friction to build up sensation, not press down and flick like you were alone in bed jerking yourself off." 

"Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry ma'am. I'll do better," Travis said as tears spilled from his eyes.

"I know you will. Experienced men can tell when they are doing the right thing by the way their partner's breathing changes, or the way her muscles tense. Since you're not experienced, I'm going to use the riding crop. If you do the right thing, I'll give you a smack, sort of the way a jockey encourages his mount. Okay?" 

"Yes, ma'am. Thank you ma'am." 

Travis began again. He had clearly taken my words to heart as his tongue teased across my clit, skittering a bit as he found a rhythm of larger, then smaller, then larger circles, teasing and teasing as the blood filled my clit and it swelled out from between my lips. SMACK. I brought the riding crop down on Travis' exposed ass time and time again as he moaned his approval into my cunt. When he worked his tongue back down to my opening, sucking on the juices that were flowing from me, I gently ran the end of the riding crop between his ass cheeks, the leather rubbing up and down against his anus, reminding him of other pleasures we shared, before SMACK, I brought the crop down hard again on his ass. 

Travis was moaning almost uncontrollably now, his pelvis rocking back and forth as his strokes across my clit became more forceful. I gave him the go-ahead with the smack of leather on bare skin as he began flicking my hard button of a clit back and forth, then sucking it full into his mouth before circling it again, with me egging him on with the leather crop and my own moans. 

Then he found the motion, the spot, the perfect pressure, all at once. "That's it Travis, that's it. Just like that. Don't stop until I come, just do that until I come." I couldn't remember being so wet, my leg muscles tight, my ass muscles tighter as a focused on the small fire in my crotch that was waiting to burst into a flame. "Yes, yes, yes," I moaned, each yes accompanied by the swish and crack of the riding crop moving through the air until it found Travis' naked ass until the small fire burst into flame, the orgasm ripping through my body, radiating out from my cunt through every tightened muscle. I heard Travis' moaning, but from very far away, then felt the weight of his head collapse on my lap. 

I don't know how long we stayed like that, but my thighs were still wet when we finally stood up. The front of Travis' pants were wetter. I had won that bet, it seemed. "Did you come, Travis?" I asked, looking him in the face. 

He looked down before telling me he had. "I'm glad," I said, as I slid my hand into the waistband of his trousers and brought out my fingers slick with his juices. I lifted his chin with my free hand and made him watch as I slowly licked his cum off my fingers. "There's no rule that says only one of us can taste good. And now I have an idea for your birthday present." 

"In any case, you'll need to leave those pants here for washing. Go ahead and strip them off." When he turned around, I couldn't believe what I had done. "Oh Travis, why didn't you say something?" His entire ass was a mass of red, some areas welted, some areas red and purple where blood vessels had broken under the skin. "You have to say something if it's too much. We talked about that!" I cried, even as I rushed for the drawer where I kept the healing salve I had used when I had paddled him before in the house. Finding it, I returned to where he still stood, and began rubbing the healing balm into his skin as gently as I could, knowing it would still be days until he would be himself again. "Okay, as soon as I finish this I'm going to get you some Motrin to bring the swelling down. Oh, Travis, I'm so sorry." 

Travis grabbed my hand, "Miss Dara, I liked it. It hurt a lot at the end, but you were so close I didn't want to ruin our first time." 

My head was swirling. I couldn't believe the damage I had done to him. He'd be lucky to sit down normally for days. "First time and last time," I shouted at him. "You can still work here if you want, but this," I kicked the riding crop across the room, "is over!"



Prize Bull Ch. 04



Author's Note: Dara is a single mother of a college freshman working as a nurse and running a dairy farm that has been in the family for more than 100 years. After being burned by a cheating husband, Dara has vowed never to be involved with any man who isn't submissive to her, and in the first three parts of "Prize Bull," she has been seducing Travis, almost 19 years old, handsome, and naturally submissive. The two had grown closer, but in Chapter Three, a session with the riding crop went farther than intended, and Dara vowed to discontinue the relationship. 

--Carlie Plum

*

It had been an accident. For the first time, I had allowed Travis to pleasure me orally, showing him he was doing what I wanted with a flick of the leather riding crop against his naked ass. And he had done so wonderfully that in the end I had been smacking him almost continuously as I climbed to my own orgasm, leaving him with a backside that was covered in welts and blood blisters under the skin. When I had first started paddling him, many months before, he had said he would tell me if it ever became too much, but too much came and went without him uttering a word. I couldn't see any other choice but to go back to simply being his boss. After treating him with some salve and Motrin I sent him home. Before he came in for work the next morning, I was out of the house, leaving him a note on his desk in his office in the barn and a tube of a cream I had searched for after he left. I had had it made up for my son Tim at the local compounding pharmacy after a particularly bad sports injury. With a topical analgesic, an antibiotic, and a steroid cream combined, I hoped it would ease some of his discomfort while it sped his healing. I instructed him to use the cream twice a day until he was totally healed. I thought back to the games I had played with him before, making him bend over and let me check him after each time I paddled him, showing my dominance by making him strip for me and let me rub salve on him when all he had was a slightly reddened bottom. I had been playing with fire the whole time, and now Travis had gotten burned. 

I managed to avoid him for days. The dairy barn, where so many of our interludes had happened, was off limits as long as he was there. I checked on the cows after he left, tracking their progress through the software we used to monitor milk production and other vital statistics. I watched from the window as Travis got in and out of his truck, seeing that he was healing as he moved more easily with each day. He was still wearing the uniform pants I had had made especially for him. Made of a special material I had found searching online, they were lightweight. The winter version he was wearing now was designed to lock in heat despite how thin the material was. They had built-in linings where boxers would normally go: light, soft Polarfleece in the winter version, which I knew would be soothing against his injuries. For days, I either texted him instructions or left notes on his desk. I scheduled my comings and goings to my job off the farm and errands so we wouldn't meet in person, even though the barn and farmhouse were so close together. 

Just when we had settled in to the new normal for what had always been an unusual relationship--not too many bosses paddle their employees naked bottoms for work infractions, and not too many employees come all over the floor from the experience, or beg their boss to finger their ass until they come--Travis caught me by surprise. It was almost the end of January, and the road to the farm was slick with snow as I drove up after staying late at work and then running errands to give Travis time to finish his chores. There was only one light on in the barn--the one we left on all night--and no sign of Travis' truck as I passed by, driving up the hill and parking by the farmhouse. Travis was waiting on the porch swing in the cold, his hand stuck deep in his pockets, a knit cap pulled low over his ears and a scarf around his neck. He stood up as I stepped onto the porch, but didn't say anything. "Go home, Travis," I said as I fumbled for the door key. "It's freezing out." 

"Please look at me, Miss Dara." 

I continued to flip through my keys, "I've known you since you were in the third grade with my son Tim," I told him. "I know what you look like," I continued, without turning my head.

"Look at me, Miss Dara," he pleaded, his voice cracking. I looked, saw the tears forming in the corners of his eyes. 

"Come inside before we both freeze to death, then," I said, finally finding the right key and pushing the door to the farmhouse open. Once we were inside, I asked, "Okay, so what am I looking at?" 

"Miss Dara, I'm six feet tall. I'm at least eight inches taller than you and I would bet I outweigh you by at least 80 pounds." Since I'm 5'3" and 105 lbs., he was probably right. "If I had wanted to stop you the other night, don't you think I could have? Do you really think what happened wasn't my choice?"

I was at a loss for words, but Travis continued. "You push me, Miss Dara, it's true. But you push me the way I want to go." Travis stopped for a moment, searching for the words, then went on. "I looked online some, trying to understand things, about me and you, I mean. And I realized I messed up. I should have said something the other night. The sites I looked at, they called it a safe word. A word that I should say if the pain is too much or if you push me too far. Please give me another chance, Miss Dara. You can give me a safe word and I promise I'll say it if I need to." 

I looked at him, thinking. It was awkward to have to avoid my own employee, and the truth was, I missed him. I had started out with a vague sort of plan in my head, and somehow it had morphed into a, I don't know what. A relationship? A bond? Whatever it was, it filled a need in me that had never been filled before, a need I hadn't even known I had. 

"You looked at these sites on the iPhone?" I asked.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Are they still in the history or did you clear it?" 

"They're still there," he answered.

"Leave the phone here. I'll think about it." I opened the front door, signaling that the conversation was over.

After Travis left, I clicked though the pages he'd viewed, reading about dominant/submissive relationships. The safe word thing made sense, especially the part about the submissive having the responsibility to set limits. I realized that was what had freaked me out. As much as I loved being in control of Travis, I wasn't a mind reader, and he had to take responsibility for his own safety. I realized that I really wasn't a mind reader when I looked at the shopping pages Travis had visited. The things he seemed most interested in opened up new possibilities I hadn't considered, and I found myself getting wet thinking about them, so wet in fact that I pulled out a credit card and placed an order for a few items that I thought we would both enjoy before I went upstairs and masturbated myself to multiple orgasms. 

I waited a few days before I joined Travis in the barn during chores. I wanted to be sure that I hadn't gotten swept up in the excitement at looking at the pages he'd viewed, or at finding out there were other people like us. I had left the iPhone back on Travis's desk in his office in the barn, but I'd wiped my browsing history so he wouldn't know what I'd looked at or what plans I had. At first I thought I'd wait until the package came to talk to him again, but in the end, my horniness got the better of me. Add to that the fact that I knew he was waiting for me to make a decision--I did a remote check on the Prize Bull software that was on the iPhone I had given him for work, and I could see he hadn't entered anything. The software was designed to track semen output in breeding bulls, but I had it modified to track every time Travis had an orgasm, with him responsible for entering the data, so I knew he hadn't come in almost a week and a half. I couldn't wait any longer to see how much he would come for me. So, two days after we had our chat, I came home from work and went into the house to change out of my scrubs and into my usual skirt, top, and cowboy boots, with a sexy red teddy underneath. Travis was doing so well running things on the farm during the slow season, it was rare that I had to put on work pants any more. 

My confidence in him was proven as I walked through the barn. Everything was in its place, the cows looked healthy and cared for, and all the equipment was clean. Even though I had expanded the herd since Travis started work, the place looked more put together than when I was trying to work full time and take care of chores with part-time help and me filling in before and after long day of work at the doctor's office in town. I walked through the barn, not saying a word, but I could feel Travis's eyes on me even when I wasn't looking at him. I ended my tour in his corner office, where the partitions blocked his view of me. I called out, "I'd like a short meeting when you're all finished with chores, Travis. But don't rush, I have plenty of paperwork to look over."

"Yes, ma'am." 

When he came into his office, I was sitting on his desk, my legs crossed, as I flipped through the paperwork. I had pushed the chair back from the desk and had my feet resting on it.

"Good evening, Miss Dara," he said, as he walked in, his specially designed uniform pants doing nothing to hide the erection that was tenting the material straight out in front of him. 

"Have a seat," I ordered, lifting my legs slightly then putting my feet on his lap once he sat down. I had kicked off my cowboy boots and had only thigh-high stockings on my feet as I began running the sole of one foot up and down his hard shaft. His eyes closed as the sensation of pleasure ran through his body.

"Did everything go okay today?" I asked, still stroking his cock with my foot. He nodded up and down, but still didn't open his eyes. 

"Good." As I continued to rub him with my foot, I pulled my skirt up so the teddy was visible between my thighs. "Your safe word is red. Now lick me." 

Travis's eyes flew open. Just as quickly, he took in the scene before him. As he had been instructed before his first time going down on me, he swiftly pulled off his shirt and began licking and kissing my thighs, working his way up between my legs, kissing and licking me through the thin lace of the teddy. He slid his hands up toward my waist and looked up at me perplexed as he realized he couldn't find a waistband to pull down.

"It's called a teddy. You unsnap it at the crotch. Do you think you can do that?"

"Yes, ma'am," Travis breathed the words out. 

"Then get to work." In a flash, he had the teddy open and was working his tongue up into me, moaning as his mouth filled with the flavor of my cunt, before he snaked his way up to my clit and teased it, circling it as it swelled with blood and hardened. I leaned forward and raked my fingernails across his back. "Good boy," I urged, making sure he understood that I would signal my pleasure that way, my nails making marks across his back. It would give me more control and do less damage than the riding crop had. 

Travis had clearly learned from our first session together and I needed to correct him less than I had the first time as he circled my clit again and again. I suspected he had gone back and reread the book on female pleasure I had given him as well. He was reading my signals, steadily increasing the speed and pressure of his tongue against my clit as my fingers raked across his back, leaving small red lines as my body marched steadily closer to an orgasm. My clit grew engorged with blood as he licked around and over it, sucking it into his mouth and flicking the little button as he did, pushing me over the edge, my body going taut as the muscles clamped down rhythmically in my cunt. As soon as I could speak, I ordered him to stand up and face me.

"I want you to rub yourself, Travis, outside your pants, not inside." He stood up and obeyed. "Some women can come more than once in a session," I explained, "but it takes a deft touch and little more experience than you have." His eyes were glued to my crotch as I slid my finger in and out of my cunt, getting it slick with my juices before I began circling my clit lightly, explaining all the while what I was doing and what a second, third, fourth, or fifth orgasm required that was different than a first. He continued to rub himself as he watched, but slowly. I guessed he was waiting, holding himself back so that he didn't come before me. Then my second orgasm was building, more intense than the first. I could feel a tight buzzing circle inside my cunt as the muscles tightened, waiting for their release. I threw my head back and moaned, my legs wide as I circled my clit in tight, fast circles, the buzzing circle breaking apart as my second orgasm washed over me, radiating out from that tight little buzz in my clit, up my spine to my head and down to my toes. Vaguely, I was aware of Travis' moans as he came as well. 

When I opened my eyes, he was still standing in the same spot, the front of his pants wet from having come in them. I stood up slowly and walked the few steps to him. Sliding my hand into the waistband of his pants, I coated my fingers with his spunk then slid them out again and licked them as Travis watched me, entranced. Without saying a word, I slid my fingers in again, and pulled them out, wet and sticky. But this time, I held my fingers up to his mouth. Travis' eyes widened, clearly understanding what I wanted him to do, but not wanting to do it. "Taste, Travis," I ordered. He shuddered, but complied, barely touching his tongue to my fingers. "That's not a taste," I said, my voice hard. "Open your mouth." He struggled for a moment, but did what I had had told him to do. I slid my fingers in, telling him as I did, "I want you to suck them clean. There's not a thing wrong with the way you taste." As he began sucking on my fingers, I pulled him close to me, pressing my body against. "There you go sweet boy. Now aren't things nicer when you do what I say?" 

The items I had ordered after going through Travis' browsing history had arrived. There were a few things I was saving for his birthday in a few weeks, but some of them I wanted to put into use a bit sooner. I slid a few things into the upper right-hand drawer in Travis' desk in the barn, and then locked it so he wouldn't inadvertently spoil my surprise. We had slid back into a rhythm after the disaster of the first time he had gone down on me, when I had marked him so badly with the riding crop. I still teased him and stimulated him regularly, and I had him go down on me so often he was like my own personal ATM for orgasms. All I had to do was flash my panties at him, and in seconds he was on his knees between my legs, ready to service me for as long as I wanted. He had even, with some patient instruction, learned to give me multiple orgasms. When he went down on me at the house, I had him keep his shirt off afterward, for as long as he stayed, even we had dinner together afterward. In the near future, I planned to have him naked around me in the house, as a further sign of my dominance. We weren't there yet, but I guessed we would be soon. I hadn't felt ready to use the paddle or the crop him again, but I knew we both wanted it, so I doubted it would be very long. I just wanted to push him a little further in other areas while I regained my confidence that I could cause pain without injuring him more than slightly.

"Travis," I said as I walked into the barn that morning, "Allan Gower, our feed salesman, is coming by to look at our milk output and see if we need to make any feed adjustments for the cows. He'll be here around 4:30, so I'll come home early for the meeting. Make sure you finish up the chores in plenty of time." 

"Okay, Miss Dara," Travis replied quickly. "I'll have everything cleaned up and organized when he gets here." 

I made sure to get back from the doctor's office where I worked as a nurse about an hour before Allan was expected. I rushed up to my bedroom and stripped off my scrubs before I changed into work pants and a tight-fitting turtleneck. Allan gave me better deals on my feed when I flirted a little, so I chose something that showed off the outline of my breasts and pants that cupped the curve of my ass, then touched up my eye makeup and lipstick before I pulled on my boots and walked down to the barn. Travis took one look at me and his cock sprang to attention, a fact he couldn't hide in his uniform pants--they were designed with just that effect in mind. "Oh Travis," I laughed, shaking my head, "we better get you changed into some jeans. I'm used to seeing you walk around with your penis jutting out all the time, but I'm not sure Allan wants to see that. Come into your office," I told him, leading the way into the partitioned area in the corner of the barn that housed his new work desk, a chair, and a small sofa, as well as the cabinet where I locked up the paddle, crop, and other supplies. 

"Go ahead and take off your pants and fold them up on the shelf," I instructed, as I slid the key into the desk drawer. When Travis had pulled off his boots and pants and was naked from the waist down, he reached for his boxers, but I stopped him. "Come over here first." From the drawer I pulled out a black silicone object, one of the anal plugs that Travis had viewed online while he was doing some research into dominant/submissive relationships. His eyes went wide, and he blushed bright red when I told him I had noticed he seemed to have some interest in those items based on his browsing history. Since I had access to his iPhone, I could see that he had gone back to look at them on a few other occasions since. The one I had in my hand was the smallest of three I had purchased. It was about the size of my middle finger, so I knew he would be able to take the girth, although I imagined the sensation would be a little different. It bulged out slightly at the middle and had a flanged base. "Bend over and put your hands on the desk and spread your legs," I told him as put the plug down and spread lube over one of my fingers. "Come on, we only have about 15 minutes before Allan gets here."

"You're going to . . . you're going to leave that in while he's here?" Travis choked out. 

"Of course, silly. But he won't know." I thought for a moment Travis was going to use his safe word for the first time as he flushed crimson from the roots of his hair down to his neck, but he walked to me and put his hands on the desk, then spread his legs as I had ordered. I quickly slid my finger into his tight, warm asshole, working it in and out. "Let's just get you loosened up first," I said, as Travis breathed deep and relaxed. "Good, good." I withdrew my finger and lubed up the plug before working it slowly into his anus, his small hole stretching to take the girth and closing tight around it. I stood back and admired the flanged bottom nestled snugly between his firm ass cheeks. Reaching back into the drawer, I pulled out a pair of tight white briefs and held them out to Travis. "Put these on under your jeans. They'll keep your erection under control and also hold the plug in." By the time Allan arrived, I had washed my hands and Travis was dressed. The meeting proceeded as usual, sort of. I flirted a bit with Allan, but when he had his attention elsewhere, I ran my hands across Travis' ass, pushing on the base of the plug to force it slightly into him. Once or twice, I stepped in front of him and leaned against him quickly. Even through his jeans and the tight briefs, I could feel his erection hard against me. 

After we had signed the contract for the next quarter and Allan had left, I asked Travis to stay for dinner. "Just go up to the bathroom upstairs, it's the second door on the left. Bring down a big towel and spread it on the floor in the living room. You'll find some wipes under the sink. Bring those down too while I put dinner in to warm," I told him as we entered the farmhouse. When we had finished our respective tasks, I ordered him to strip and kneel on the towel, his head on the floor. He looked so sexy in that position, the muscles in his arms and legs rippling, and that black base still nestled between his ass cheeks as his rock-hard cock pointed straight down at the floor. I knelt on the floor beside him and pushed on the plug, eliciting a moan. I reached around him and whispered in his ear, "Allan couldn't tell how hard you were from having your ass filled, but I could, you naughty boy. Let's see what you think of what I have planned next as well." With that, I began stroking his cock, slowly and lightly, not with enough speed or pressure to make him come. Switching my approach, I grasped the flange of the anal plug and pulled mostly, but not all the way, out of his ass before thrusting it back in. It was still nice and wet and it slipped in and out easily as Travis moaned deeply. 




Prize Bull Ch. 04



"Oh, do you like that?" I asked as I continued the motion. Travis nodded his head.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you. I asked if you liked that?" I stopped moving. Travis knew by now that he would have to ask for what he wanted if I was going to continue. It was always a thrill to force him to admit his desires. 

"Yes, Miss Dara. I like how you are moving the . . . the plug. Please move it in and out of me. I've been hard so long and I really need to come. Please make me come, Miss Dara."

"Good boy." I rewarded him with a kiss on the cheek and a renewed in and out motion. 

"Oh, oh, oh," he moaned as I continued to slid the plug in and out of his tight little asshole. "I loved how you teased me when Mr. Gower was here. I loved knowing we had a secret, just the two of us, oh, please, faster, I'm going to come, faster, please, Miss Dara." I timed my thrusts more quickly and in just a few more seconds he was coming onto the towel he knelt on. I took out the toy and wiped his ass and cock gently. 

"Just rest there while I finish cleaning up," I told him, "and don't get dressed." He looked at me wide-eyed, and I laughed. "Don't get embarrassed now, Travis. It's not as if I haven't already seen everything you've got." 

When I got back from tossing the towel in the hamper and washing up the plug, Travis was sitting, still naked, on a wooden side chair. "Feel free to make yourself comfortable and sit on the sofa or a padded chair," I said as I went into the kitchen to put dinner together. 

"Shouldn't I put some clothes on first, Miss Dara?" he asked, a note of hope in his voice.

"Oh, you don't need those until it's time to head home, so unless you aren't staying for dinner. . ."

"Oh, no ma'am, I love staying for dinner," he blurted out, moving uncomfortably to the sofa, where he perched on the edge. I started to grill up some fish and make pasta, pulling a salad I had made earlier out of the fridge. 

"Come help me set the table, Travis," I instructed, noticing that despite his recent orgasm and his embarrassment, he wasn't totally flaccid. He wasn't fully erect yet, but he was getting there. His bare feet padded around the kitchen as I finished up the quick meal and brought it out to the table. I watched as he hesitated to sit down, clearly wanting to ask to put clothes on. "You missing something, Travis?" I asked. "The table looks fine to me."

He blushed, but sat down, "No. No, ma'am, I'm fine." 

As we ate, I asked him what his plans were for his birthday. "I'm going to hang out with a few friends Saturday night." 

"No celebration with your family?" I asked, truly surprised.

"No, ma'am. My parents are going on a two-week cruise. They always go this time of year to get away from the cold." 

"Well, I guess you and I will just have to have our own private celebration a week from Friday night. That's your actual birthday, isn't it?" I asked, leaning close and running my hand down the side of his cheek. I could see he was now fully erect. "Would you like that?" 

"Yes ma'am," he answered, stammering. I loved how easy he still was to embarrass. "That sounds real nice." 

The rest of the meal passed quietly. Travis cleared his throat a few times, a sign that he wanted to say something, but was hesitant. I waited patiently. Finally, when I asked him to clear the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher, he blurted it out, his back to me, "Miss Dara, do you think I'm gay?"

I almost fell off the chair from laughing, but as I wiped the tears from my cheeks, I saw that he was serious. "Travis, what made you ask that?"

"Well, I just never really heard about anybody having things in their backsides like fingers and . . . well, and . . . other things, unless they were gay."

"Travis, your ass is an erotic area. It is for women too. Being gay has to do with who you want to touch your ass, not that you like having your ass touched. Were you wanting Allan to touch your ass? Or some other guy?" I asked teasingly.

"No ma'am!" 

"And if I wanted you, a male, to touch my female ass, to kiss and lick me there, would that make me gay?" 

"No, ma'am, I guess not." 

Without a word, I walked across the room to the Morris chair. Standing in front of it with my back to Travis, I unzipped my jeans and slid them off, kicking them aside and revealing the hot pink g-string I was wearing underneath them. I climbed up on the chair, resting my head and arms on the back, my ass swaying slightly from side to side. With nothing to take off, Travis was on his knees behind me in an instant, his hands cupping my ass cheeks, his flesh warm against mine.

"Just explore slowly with your lips and your tongue, Travis. I'll let you know what feels good." 

"Yes, Miss Dara," he answered in a husky voice as he continued to grip my ass cheeks in his hands, planting the first tentative kisses on my flesh, his lips warm and soft against me. I couldn't believe one of my oldest fantasies was coming to life. I had read about this in a sex book I'd bought when Randy and I were first married, but I knew it was nothing he would ever explore, so in the meantime I'd substituted my imagination and my fingers. I shuddered with desire as Travis took his tongue and flicked the opening of my cunt, then pressed down and licked up from there, all the way from front to back, his tongue dragging deliciously across my asshole and up to the base of my spine. He moaned, the returned to that small warm opening, licking across my asshole again and again, tracing its outline with the tip of his tongue. I was throbbing. I reached down into the slick wetness between my thighs and coated my fingers with my own juices before I began rubbing my clit furiously. Travis's licking was more insistent now, his moans of pleasure continuing as he explored my asshole. 

"Put your tongue in me, Travis," I ordered. "Fill my asshole with your tongue. I'm going to come with your face planted in my ass. Do you understand me?" Instead of his usual, "yes, ma'am," Travis responded by pushing the tip of his tongue against my sphincter, entering me. The warmth, the sensation, it was too much. I tried to slow my fingers, enjoy the moment, but it was like trying to stop a Mack truck with no brakes. "Oh, fuck, yeah, get your tongue in there," was the last coherent thing I said before my speech collapsed into the gibberish of ecstasy, Travis's tongue pushing behind and my fingers pushing in front to build to the perfect climax, me screaming out "Fuck, yes!" as my sphincter clamped down along with every other muscle in my body in a 50,000 megawatt orgasm.



Prize Bull Ch. 05



Author's Note: Dara is a single mother of a college freshman working as a nurse and running a dairy farm that has been in the family for more than 100 years. After being burned by a cheating husband, Dara has vowed never to be involved with any man who isn't submissive to her, and in the first four parts of "Prize Bull," she seduced Travis, almost 19 years old, handsome, and naturally submissive. As their relationship continues, Travis is letting his inhibitions about being a sub go, as Dara finds her way in a new kind of relationship. --Carlie Plum

*

Travis's parents left on their cruise the Tuesday before his birthday. That night, before he left the farm after chores, I stopped down at the barn and handed him a box. "Your birthday celebration is only going to work if you can offer me your total obedience, even if I test your limits. Do you think you can offer that, Travis?"

He looked down at his boots, "Yes, ma'am," he almost whispered.

"Well, I'm going to a lot of trouble preparing, so I'm sure you won't mind if I give you a little test in advance."

"No ma'am," still looking at his boots. "I won't let you down, I promise." 

"You're such a good boy, Travis," as I said, as I cupped his chin with my hand. "I'm so glad I took a chance on you. Now, don't open the box until you get home, and when you're ready, call me. I'll expect a call no later than 7:45 p.m."

The phone rang at 7:30 p.m. "Did you have any trouble getting the Bluetooth device to work?" It had been in the box with a letter containing his initial instructions. 

"No, ma'am. I'm talking to you on it right now."

"And are you naked?" 

"Yes, ma'am." 

"The iPhone has a camera function. Are you standing by a mirror as instructed?" 

"Yes ma'am. There's one right here in my bedroom."

"Then I want you to take a picture of yourself in the mirror and email it to me right now." There was silence on the phone. I could almost hear the wheels turning in his mind, the idea of me having a picture of him naked, totally out of his control. I waited silently for a moment before he said, "Okay, I sent it." At that moment, my iPhone binged and I opened the picture. It was different than seeing him in person. The flash and the phone partially obscured his face, but there was no obscuring his body, which had only gotten more appetizing in the months he had worked for me on the farm full-time. There wasn't an ounce of fat on his six-foot frame and his arms and legs were as muscular and firm as the rock-hard penis jutting out in front of him. I didn't acknowledge the photo, merely continuing on with my instructions, but I kept it open. 

"Put down the phone and go sit on the bed, then open the envelope that was in the box." I knew he would be looking at a tube of the lubricant I used when I massaged his prostate and finger-fucked his ass, most often in the currently unused bull pen in the cow barn where I kept my small herd and where Travis worked and had his office. As I heard the rip of the envelope, I continued. "Now, you'll need to decide what position will work for you. You may want to lie on your back or you may want to be up on your knees, the point is to figure out which position is going to allow you the deepest penetration."

"Ma'am?" came a slightly squeaky question.

"Your safe word is 'red,' Travis. Now, in case I wasn't clear enough, I expect you to lube up one of your fingers and slide it in your backside while you tell me about it on the telephone." Silence. I had promised him a memorable birthday celebration, and I could tell he was weighing the promise of what that might entail with the current embarrassment he faced. 

"Travis," I said sharply, "I have two hours of farm paperwork to do. If you are going to refuse to follow my instructions, do so quickly. Otherwise you're wasting my time." I had him off balance again, always a pleasurable feeling. I slid my panties down my legs and let them fall to the floor next to my bed. 

"Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry ma'am. I can do this. I really can. I'm just opening the tube now. And I'm putting the lubricant on my finger like you said. I'm on my knees on my bed, with my head down and holding myself up with one hand." 

"Good, now keep going. Do to yourself what you would want me to do if I were there." With one finger I lazily drew circles from the opening of my cunt, up to my clit, and back down again. The moisture was already gathering, and even though I knew I would hold off on my own orgasm until I finished with Travis, the sensation helped me focus on what Travis would be experiencing.

"Okay, Miss Dara, I'm touching back there now."

"You took high-school biology Travis. You learned the words anus, rectum, and sphincter no doubt. So use them." 

"Yes ma'am. I'm rubbing my finger on my anus. The skin feels sort of wrinkly, and the opening, the sphincter, I mean, is tight. I'm rubbing the lube around like you do, just sort of pressing a little but not going in yet."

I could hear his breathing growing heavier as I continued my slow exploration of my own nether regions, which were growing warmer and wetter to the touch with each passing moment. 

"I'm pushing in, but just a little bit. Oh! I didn't expect it to be so tight. It's really tight, and I'm going in and out." Travis's breathing and speech changed as he did this, his excitement becoming apparent. "Oh, it's so warm Miss Dara. I'm feeling like it's looser now and I can push in, oooooohhhhh. Oh, it's so soft, the skin is so soft in there, and so warm." 

"Yes, it is," I interrupted, "now I want you to remember, you may be using your own hand this time for a change, but you do what I say when I say. It's your finger, but it's my choice. Do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am, I understand." 

"Good. Because you need to know that even when I'm not there, I'm in charge. Your hand. Your ass. But I'm the one fucking you, Travis. I. Fuck. You." This last comment drew a sharp intake of breath and a low deep groan. "So, keep fingering your asshole, I want your finger going in as deep as it can, but when I say stop, you will stop. And you will not come until I tell you that you can."

"Yes ma'am. I'm pushing my finger deep like you said, Miss Dara. It doesn't feel as good as when you do it, but it feels really good."

"And is your cock hard?"

"Yes, Miss Dara."

"Would you like to touch it?"

"Yes, Miss Dara."

"You will, but not yet. Not until I tell you to. Right now you will just keep using your finger. I want you to focus on that finger now. Don't talk, just focus on moving your finger in and out, slow and deep."

"Yes Miss Dara." From the panting his breath took on and the steady ungh, ungh, ungh noises of pleasure, I had no doubt he was following my instructions. I listened until he was close to the edge, then issued my next order.

"Freeze!"

"Yes, Miss Dara," his acceptance was almost a wail of pain. He had been closer than I thought. 

"I want you to stay perfectly still. Where is your finger right now?"

"It's still inside me."

"Okay, I want you to hold it there and just breathe for a minute. Too sudden a movement and you could come. And you don't have permission to do that, do you?"

"No, ma'am."

"No, and the consequences would be very serious. When I first started teaching you, I overlooked your loss of control, but I expect more of you now, do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am. I understand. Thank you." The last words were quieter, so quiet I almost didn't hear them. I felt dizzy for a minute, realizing the importance of the fact that he had just thanked me, and what he had thanked me for, feeling the responsibility of having that much control given over to me willingly. Travis wasn't the only one who needed a minute of quiet.

When I continued, it was in a soft voice, "Okay, I want you to take your finger out of your ass, slowly, very slowly."

"Yes ma'am, it's out now."

"I want you to open the bag that was in the box now."

"Yes ma'am," and then a sharp intake of breath when he saw what was inside. It was the second of the set of three black silicone butt plugs I had bought after I came across the page selling them in the browsing history on the iPhone I had given Travis to use for work, a page Travis had visited many times. 

"You liked the one I had you wear the other day so much, I figured you would enjoy this one even more. Luckily you're already loosened up and you should have plenty of lube left. I want you to lie on your back now and put your knees up. If you need to lift your knees up to your chest, you can. Once you are on your back, go ahead and lube up the plug. Make sure you really cover it so it will slide in nicely. I wouldn't want you to be unable to enjoy any of the birthday festivities," hinting again at pleasures to come. While the first plug was about as big around as my middle finger, this next one was about the size of two of my fingers, starting at a rounded tip, then bulging out before it became narrower near the flanged base. 

"I'm ready Miss Dara," Travis said quietly. 

"I want you to slide it in slowly, until the base is all the way up against your ass cheeks, the way the other one was the other day. Go ahead, I know you want this. You didn't look at the Web page with these on them once. You went back time after time. Were you imagining what they would feel like inside you?"

"Yes, ma'am." 

"And now you know. And now you are going to put this one deep inside you and then fuck your ass with it until you come. And who is going to be fucking you, Travis?"

"You are, Miss Dara." 

"That's right. Now, start very slowly, and stop when you have it all the way in." I was losing my own sense of self-control now, my fingers dancing more quickly around my clit. If I could control Travis, I could control myself, but I could feel my orgasm edging closer. I wanted to slide a finger into my own ass, experience a bit of what Travis was feeling right now, although of course I would never understand really what it felt to be him, to let go and let things happen, to find out what my limits were and to let another person's imagination determine how I would find my pleasure. 

"It's all the way in, Miss Dara. It feels so full. It didn't look so much bigger than the other one, but it feels a lot bigger. It feels so good Miss Dara. Please may I move it now?"

"Yes, go slowly, but I want you to pull it back, all the way back, and then slide it back in, just like you did with your finger." 

"I have my knees up like you said," Travis described the scene for me. "And I'm holding onto the base, sliding it in and out. Thank you Miss Dara. Thank you. It feels so good what you are doing to me. It feels so good for you to fill my ass."

Without having to look me in the face, Travis's inhibitions were dropping. He never would have spoken like this so easily with me in the room, but without me there, just a voice in the device in his ear, he was more able to let go, to admit what he wanted, a task that was usually very hard for him. But now he was moaning and talking dirty, "Oh, fuck yeah, Miss Dara. So deep, so hard, filling my ass. Oh, yeah. I'm so close, I'm so close to coming, oh, fuck, yeah in my ass, please Miss Dara can I touch my cock? I promise I'll keep fucking my ass."

"Not quite yet, sweet boy, you just keep filling your ass and I'll tell you when it's time for you to come." 

"Ohhhhhhhh," another groan, but I heard him continue, the wet smack of the flange of the lubed ass plug striking skin as he pushed it in as deep as it would go. 

"You're pushing it in deep, I can tell. Keep going, keep fucking that ass for me." Through the phone I heard the babblings of a man on the edge of an orgasm, but just on the edge, unable to fall over into the abyss of pleasure.

"Now! Rub yourself and come, do it Travis, come for me now!" The sounds of his compliance were unmistakable and almost immediate. Without another word, I clicked off the phone.

I was sure now that he would let me do whatever I wanted on Friday and the thought drove me as I plunged my own finger deep into my cunt, finger fucking myself before I slid the slick digit into my ass, not deeply, but just enough to buzz me pleasantly as I rubbed my blood-engorged clit. Now, now, now! I felt my own power consuming me as I fell into the abyss myself, my eyes closed but with stars winking in and out on the insides of my eyelids as neurons fired and pleasure flowed through me, my finger still wiggling in my ass as I bit down hard on my lower lip in the ecstasy of the orgasm that washed over me. 

The next morning when I stepped into the barn, Travis couldn't look at me. He just blushed beet red, from the neck of his shirt to the roots of his hair, turning quickly to work on his chores, but without his usual ready smile or greeting, and without the erection that almost always greeted me, pushing out the specially designed uniform pants I'd had made for him, the pants that he wore, on my instructions, without underwear.

"Is it not a good morning, Travis?" I asked breezily. He turned to look at me, but didn't answer. His face looked devastated, not just upset, scaring me. I rushed over to him. "What's wrong, did something happen? Your parents? What's wrong?" I asked him, the words rushing out as I tried to figure out why he looked so bereft, sadder even then the night I had accidentally injured him with a riding crop and I had put an end--for a time--to our relationship. Travis shook his head no, but didn't answer. "Travis, you need to say something right now. You're scaring me!" 

"Last night, you just hung up. You didn't say goodbye. I thought I did something wrong, that you thought there was something wrong with me for liking it so much." Travis could barely get the words out and I saw now that his eyes were rimmed red. I grabbed him by the hand and dragged him, as much as a 5'3" woman can drag a 6' man who has eighty or ninety pounds on her to the partitioned corner that he used as an office and pulled him down next to me on the leather love seat across from his desk.

"Did last night involve anyone other than two consenting adults?" I demanded.

"No, ma'am." 

"And did anything unpleasant happen to anyone?"

"No ma'am." 

"Are you sorry you didn't use your safe word?" 

"Yes ... no ... I don't know, Miss Dara. Maybe I should have. Maybe I shouldn't like what I like." 

"Travis, you like what you like. And you are doing it with someone who likes what you like. Do you want to know why I hung up last night? Because I was so hot and bothered that I couldn't wait another second to get off the phone and make myself come." 

"Really?"

"Really." He was silent for a moment, digesting that bit of information.

"It's just hard, Miss Dara. I mean, I'm going out with my buddies Saturday night, and they brag about what they do with girls. I would never talk about you, not ever. And I just feel like my friends wouldn't even want to know me anymore if I told them about last night."

I had always known that this situation had an expiration date. I gathered my thoughts as I looked around the office, glancing at the picture of the farmhouse on the wall, Travis's desk, and the locked cabinet where I kept the paddle I paddled him with, his ass naked and his cock trapped between my legs, paddled him until the friction of moving up toward and then down and away from the paddle made him come still trapped between my legs; the riding crop that I had cropped him almost bloody with the first time I let him go down on me. In the fall he would go off to college and that would be the end of it, in any case. 

"Look, Travis. This is an agreement that we came to, and it can be changed by either party at any time. If you want to find a nice girlfriend in town, there's no reason why you can't still work here and do that. You and I couldn't continue, of course." The look on Travis's face told me that wasn't the direction he wanted to go. "You're right. You can't talk to your buddies about me or what we do. But I know from looking at some of those sites you showed me, that plenty of people want the same kinds of things you do. In fact, on the scale of things I looked at, our situation is pretty tame. But think about it. If this isn't what you want, you need to find out what is." 

At 5 p.m. on Friday, right on time, Travis knocked on the door of the farmhouse. I had a pizza in the fridge to warm up later when we needed to eat, plus a homemade birthday cake, but most of the preparation had taken place upstairs, where items were strategically placed in several rooms. I gave Travis a minute to look me over. I was wearing a cream-colored terry bathrobe that hit me mid-thigh. It was tied loosely at the waist, so he could see the black lycra camisole I was wearing underneath it, but not the black lace boy shorts. It was a good thing the second item wasn't visible, as Travis had a standing order--and one he was very conscientious about--to be on his knees with his tongue between my legs within a minute of catching a glimpse of my panties. I greeted him with a birthday kiss then ordered him to take off his clothes and throw them in the laundry room, at the back of the first floor. When he came back I was sitting on the couch, sipping a glass of wine with my feet up on the coffee table. 

"Come here and rub my feet while I tell you some of what to expect this evening." He sat naked in front of me, massaging my feet as they rested on his lap, the soles not quite touching his impressive erection, which had already swelled to its full length. "First of all, from now on when you are in the farmhouse, you are to be naked unless you are dressed to leave or I tell you otherwise. You can put your regular clothes in the downstairs bathroom and put your work uniform in the laundry room when you come in. Understand?" He nodded.

"A lot of what I have planned for this evening is going to be new for both of us. Some of it is going to be hard for you, but I have faith that you can let go and trust me to be in charge. I want to add a second safe word. If you say red, I'll stop. That hasn't changed. But if you just need a break to get your bearings, say yellow and I'll stop for a minute, okay?" Travis nodded again. 

"First things first, we have to get you cleaned up. Let's go upstairs to the guest bathroom." Travis followed me up the stairs, entering the room behind me. While a lot of the plumbing had been modernized, it still contained the original claw-foot tub and a vintage pedestal sink. On the long wooden vanity next to the sink, I had laid out a number of things, some of which I doubted Travis would recognize. It was for this part of the evening that I had put on the robe. "I need you to get down on your knees with your head on the floor while I get ready."

Turning on the tap in the sink, I left Travis to his thoughts as I made sure the water was a comfortable lukewarm before I filled the enema bottle. "Beginnings are always the hardest. I remember how hard it was to get you to let me rub salve on you after the first time I paddled you." I turned off the water. "I need you to drop your head lower and raise your bottom up higher, Travis. Have you ever had an enema before?"

"No ma'am." 

"Basically, it just washes you out inside. It's a pretty common procedure at the hospital and occasionally at the doctor's office. I'll fill your bottom with water, and then you'll release it into the toilet. You'll feel a little pressure in your belly, but it isn't painful, and some people find it arousing." As I was explaining, I had hooked the bottle to the shower rod that ran around the tub and spread lube on the nozzle. I squeezed more lube on Travis's ass and rubbed it into around his anus before slipping a finger inside. "I'm just going to get you loosened up and ready for the nozzle the water comes through." One finger became two and my practiced fingers soon had Travis moaning and panting. I planned for him to come more than once before the night was over, but I wasn't quite ready for that. I withdrew my fingers and slid the nozzle in, pushing past the tight sphincter until I was sure it was in deep enough before I opened the valve that let the water flow slowly out of the bag. Kneeling beside Travis on the bathroom rug, I rubbed his stomach, explaining that massage helped the water flow in without causing cramping. My suspicions about whether Travis would find an enema arousing were confirmed as my arm occasionally bumped against his manhood, which had lost not a touch of its earlier hardness. 




Prize Bull Ch. 05



"Now, you're just going to squeeze your anus tightly while you stand up and move to the toilet. You can let go as soon as you sit down." Travis did as I said, but didn't release. I leaned back against the vanity and waited. I had expected this as well. He looked both embarrassed and pained, so I tried a tactic that had worked when I was first training him. "Oh Travis," I said, my voice slightly mocking. "I'm a nurse. You're 19 and behaving like a child. Just let go and it will stop hurting." From the look he gave me, I half expected him to say "yellow" or even "red," but he just looked down at the floor and let the water flow out of him. "Now wipe," I ordered, handing him a tissue before I turned to unhook the enema bag and pull it down. I turned on the water again. "Once more to make sure you're really clean. Back down on the floor and I'll be ready in a minute." I noticed as he moved past me that Travis's erection was gone. Interesting. 

The prep took less time the second time around, and it wasn't long before I was back on my knees next to Travis, sliding my fingers in and out of his ass. Truthfully, he was probably loose enough to go straight to the nozzle, but there was something I loved about feeling of the tight warmth of his asshole clamped around me, the certain sense of possession it gave me to take that liberty. Rubbing his belly as the second bag of water filled him, I also noticed his erection had returned with a quickness. I wondered if there was anything involving Travis's ass that wouldn't turn him on. 

He had already adjusted to the idea of using the bathroom in front of me, quickly releasing the water into the toilet as soon as he sat down. When he was done and had wiped, I grabbed the hair clippers I used to keep my own public hair neatly trimmed, but now with the shortest guard on it, so it would take Travis's hair almost, but not quite, down to the skin. "Spread your legs and scoot forward," I ordered, using my matter-of-fact nurse's demeanor as I knelt in front of him, an unusual change of position. Flicking on the clippers I glanced at Travis's face. He looked confused, excited, and scared, all at the same time. I proceeded to shave off all his hair, starting at the trail that began just below his belly button and working my way down and around as the curly brown hairs dropped into the toilet. When I was done, I ordered him back onto the floor. I started the tub, testing the water with my hand until it felt warm enough before I closed the stopper. I picked up the clippers and returned to Travis. Working from the back, I removed the last of the hair around his balls, then shaved the few hairs around his anus. Rubbing my hand over him, he felt delightfully smooth. 

"Okay, now, into the tub." Travis stepped in and sat down in the warm water as I grabbed the shampoo and soaped up his hair, turning on the water to rinse out the lather. As I leaned over him, I could see him getting a good eyeful of my breasts, which were right at his eye level and exposed as my robe fell open slightly to expose the lycra camisole I wore. I often saw Travis looking at my chest when I thought I wouldn't notice, and at times I would rub my breasts against him to tease him, but, unlike some of my girlfriends, I had never gotten very aroused by having them touched. Still, I could tell they remained an object of fascination for Travis, so I filed it away to see if there was some way I could work that to my advantage in the future. But for now, I just ordered him up and began lathering up his whole body, washing him from head to toe. I lingered as I rubbed the soapy lather over the smoothly shaved skin of his balls and ass. With the shower head in my hand, I slowly and languorously washed away all of the soap, then pulled the stopper so the water would run out and replaced the shower head in the holder to the warm spray came down all over his muscled body.

"I promised you a special treat for your birthday, Travis. But I don't want you to come too quick." When Travis had first started working for me full-time, I had given him an iPhone and, as our relationship progressed I started him entering every time he masturbated into a special software program I had written called Prize Bull. As his submission to me had deepened over the summer and fall, he had masturbated less and less frequently, waiting instead for me to massage his prostate or make him come some other way, until by Christmas time, he virtually never touched himself unless I instructed him to. While it kept things exciting for me, tonight I didn't want him coming in a matter of minutes, which is what I knew would happen unless some of the tension of days without an orgasm wasn't taken care of first. He was, after all, only 19.

I grabbed a tube of lube off the vanity counter. "Well, let's see how clean and smooth we got you." I ran my free hand across his chest, then dipped down to stroke his cock for a moment, noting the quick intake of breath, and then cupped his balls in my hand before I made my way around to run my fingers up and down the smooth crack of his ass, the firm muscles tightening as I did. "Do you like your new haircut, Travis?" 

"It feels a little strange, Miss Dara, more naked," then quickly added, "but I like it if you like it."

"I like it. And I think you'll like it more as the strangeness wears off." With that, I slipped my now lubed finger back into the crack of his ass, pressing against the warm, tight little opening. "Spread your legs Travis, I want to make sure you are clean all over. You liked that enema, didn't you? It got you excited?"

Travis blushed, then nodded his head yes. 

"I thought you might. And do you like this?" I asked as I found his prostate and pressed against it, establishing the rhythm that had made him come so many times in the past, pushing my finger in, then dragging with more pressure against the prostate as I withdrew, the ecstasy of having that magic spot rubbed combining with the removal of the feeling of fullness I knew he loved into an exquisite agony. His hand reached out and grabbed the towel bar mounted on the wall as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back, his breath becoming faster and more uneven. His cock jutted out proudly in front of him, but I left it untouched, continuing my rhythmic assault on his ass. He moaned, but it was more of a keening moan of unmet desire than a moan of satisfaction. The sound told me he felt good, but not good enough to come, just good enough to stay on the edge of wanting, waiting for something that would push him to where he wanted to go. He rocked back onto my hand as I pushed my finger in, trying to get me as deep inside as he could, but again he gave that moaning keen, telling me it wasn't enough, he needed more. 

"Please Miss Dara, please," he begged. 

"Please what?" I loved to force him to tell me what he wanted, what he needed. 

"Another finger please, I need another finger. Please Miss Dara, fill my ass like you did the other night." 

I obliged, sliding two fingers in side by side. In addition to stretching him out, it increased the stimulation on that sensitive gland I was currently rubbing with each stroke. Still holding on to the towel bar, Travis began rocking back against my hand, trying to drive my fingers as deeply into his ass as he could. "That's right," I encouraged him. "You know what you want, don't you? You know what you like. I'm going to give you so many things you like tonight, but first you have to come for me. I can tell you are close, just come for me, my sweet boy." 

Travis bit down on his bottom lip. "Can I touch myself, Miss Dara?"

"No, I know you like it when I fuck your tight little ass, and I know you can come from that. If you want your special birthday treats, you're going to have to come for me like this. You're going to have to show me how much you like having your asshole filled and fucked." Travis moaned a deep moan, rocking back hard against me. 

"Yes ma'am, I like it. I like it when you put your fingers in me, or anything else in me. I liked it when you put the butt plug in me; that felt so good." He was talking to himself now, thinking aloud to push himself over the edge. "I hope you fuck me again with the plug. You haven't used the biggest one yet, I don't know if I can take that one, it looks so big, but the other two felt so good." He kept rocking back on my fingers as he talked, "I loved the enema Miss Dara. It was embarrassing, but I loved it. It felt so good to be down on my knees like that for you. I hope you do that again. I would really like it if you would do that again," his words coming faster now as the thoughts he was filling his head with pushed him closer and closer to his climax. "I like everything you do, Miss Dara. You're so beautiful and sexy and you make me come so hard and I want to come for you now, I want to come and oh I can't wait, my birthday, I can't wait," his words breaking off then as his body tightened and his orgasm exploded, the muscles of his sphincter gripping me tight as he shot his cum into the bottom of the tub. 

"Dry off and hang the towel up," I ordered as I washed my hands in the sink, "then follow me." Travis did as he was told, padding barefoot and naked down the hall behind me to the spare bedroom. I had put a ladder-back chair in the center of the room, and I pointed to it, indicating he should sit down. I walked behind him and slid a blindfold over his eyes. His body tensed, but he didn't say anything. "I have to go change now, and I want to you to sit her and wait for me without moving. Can you do that, or do I need to tie you up?" I had no intention of tying him up at the moment, but I wanted him to think on that as he waited for my return. 

"No ma'am, you don't need to tie me up. I can sit here." 

"Good. I'll be back in a bit. I've turned on a heater so you should be comfortable, but I expect you not to move and or touch the blindfold." He nodded his understanding.

The steam of the bathroom had messed up my hair and make-up. I didn't mind; I wanted Travis to have time to think what might be coming next, if being shaved and bathed, getting an enema and being ass-fucked were just the lead-up. I washed my face in the sink in my master bathroom, then slowly reapplied eyeliner and make-up to define my brown eyes, adding a dark red matte lipstick. I brushed through my chestnut brown hair, pulling back first into a ponytail and then twisting it up into a low bun. Discarding my robe and underthings, I changed into my "party attire" before returning to the spare bedroom where Travis waited. I knew him well enough to know that he wouldn't have moved or lifted the blindfold, and I wondered what he had thought about while he had been alone. His head turned slightly toward the door as he heard my footsteps in the hall. 

"Come with me," I instructed, taking him by the hand, and leading him, still blindfolded, to the window. I hadn't touched a crop or paddle since the night so many weeks ago when I had beaten him with the crop as he went down on me, leaving him with welts and blood blisters. I slipped off his blindfold and he blinked at the light, then looked at me, at the items on the table, and back to me, his eyes signaling he didn't know what he wanted to look at more. On the table lay a leather belt, the leather-covered paddle, and the riding crop. Travis stared down at the table. I wondered what thoughts were swirling around in his head. I knew he had liked being paddled, liked it enough to come in the middle of a paddling, his ass red and burning from the paddle. But it had been weeks and the mishap with the crop had threatened to end our relationship. I couldn't tell if he was more excited or scared. 

"It's traditional to get one spank for each year of your life, plus one to grow on. Pick which one you'd like to get your spanking with." Travis didn't answer at first. He reached out and ran his finger down the leather-covered paddle. 

"I can't pick, Miss Dara. You pick," he finally said. Without a word, I grabbed the leather belt. With a crack, I laid it hard against the side of his leg, flicked my wrist and hit the other leg with the return stroke. Travis howled in surprise, but didn't move as I laid on six quick strikes with the thick strap of leather, the flesh of his legs turning dark pink where the blows had struck.

"Now," I said, calmly, but deliberately and with the sound of anger in my words, "I told you to pick what you would like your spanking with. Were you under the impression that you tell me what to do, Travis?" 

"No, ma'am."

"Our agreement was that you would follow each instruction I gave you without question or you would receive a punishment, was it not?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"I hope that little punishment got your attention, Travis. Now choose." 

I wondered if I had pushed too far, but Travis's response told me I clearly hadn't. Pre-cum glistened on the end of his cock as he told me, "The crop, please, Miss Dara." 

Twenty swats landed squarely across his buttocks, each blow coming slow and steady as I counted aloud. I spread the blows out, overlapping them so there wasn't an inch of flesh that wasn't deeply pink. When I instructed him to sit back down in the chair, I imagined the sensation was slightly different than it had been when he was sitting there a few minutes before. From the bed, I fetched a few items I would need for what I had planned next. Without a word of explanation, I placed four leather cuffs, each one with a D-ring, on Travis's wrists and ankles, buckling into place. He was wide-eyed as he watched me run black cotton rope through the D-rings. Growing up on a farm had its advantages. Although the rope was certainly softer than what we used for work, I had done enough roping and repairing that it was a simple matter to secure Travis to the chair. 

I stepped back to admire my handiwork. I had imagined this scene in my mind, but I had underestimated how truly erotic it would look in real life. It had been months since we had seen any sun and the black restraints and rope stood out in contrast to his pale skin, crisscrossing across his arms, legs, and torso. I saw he was taking in my look as well. The typical outfits I had looked at online wouldn't have really suited me, too much like a costume that didn't match my personality than something I would actually wear. I finally found a black corset that I liked. Strapless, it laced up the front instead of the back, with dark red ribbon pulling the corset twice, emphasizing my slender waist and pushing my breasts up so that the nipples were just covered. I paired it with a black chiffon skirt I already owned, the fabric loose and floaty. It wasn't like the leather miniskirts I had seen on so many sites but I needed something that would give me more movement for what I had planned.

I still had a short length of rope in my hand, which I pulled back and forth through my hands as I looked at Travis and let him look at me, the tension building with each moment of silence. "So," I said, turning to a topic I knew would embarrass him, "tell me about the blowjobs you got from your little girlfriend." As I expected, he blushed beet red and looked down. 

"Um, well, she would take me in her mouth and move up and down, and then after a while she would just rub me with her hand until I came." 

"In her mouth?"

"No, ma'am."

Moving fluidly, I stepped and swung my leg across Travis, sitting down facing him, my chest pressed to his, his cock pressed against my cunt. My panties were a g-string with a gossamer-thin patch of fabric the only thing between us. I knew he could feel my wetness on his leg and his cock; paddling his naked ass and roping him to the chair had gotten the juices flowing. My lips close to his ear, I told him, "There are two kinds of blow jobs, Travis. What you got from your little girlfriend is hardly worthy of the name. That's for women who think they have to do it because it's expected, even though they really don't like it." 

I slid my hand under my skirt, pressing Travis's cock closer to me as I let my fingers trail up and down the shaft, feeling the sleek roundness of the head and tracing the path of the vein that ran up its length. "And then," I continued, "there are women who really love to suck cock. Partly because it turns us on, but more because it turns boys into quivering little masses of jelly who would do anything to get their penis inside a warm, wet mouth again, a mouth just waiting to drink down every drop of cum that's coming its way." At this last comment, I had flicked the tip of my tongue against Travis's ear just as I pushed his cock against my crotch, making sure it was covered in the juices that had soaked every inch of my tiny g-string. He shuddered as much as he could cuffed and bound to a chair with me straddling him.

"If you think I'm in charge now, Travis, just wait. Because if I suck you off, you will let me do all sorts of naughty things to you, just in the hopes that I'll suck you again. Are you sure you still want your birthday present?"

"Yes, ma'am." The answer was a whisper. I stood up and put the blindfold back on him.

"Maybe next time I'll let you watch." Kneeling down, I took my time, letting the tension build. I flicked my tongue lightly across his balls, then blew across them, watching the skin crinkle and tighten as the air cooled the wet skin. His cock could wait for as long as I wanted. I licked every inch of his sack, sucking one ball and then the other into my mouth as he moaned and threw has head backward. Slowly, methodically, I turned my attention to his cock, the skin of the head pulled tight and glistening with pre-cum. "Oh, you're already getting all wet for me." I licked full across the head, picking up every drop of the sticky sweet liquid. I hadn't been lying or exaggerating, I really did love to suck cock, and my pussy was pulsing and dripping in anticipation. I'd get my needs met soon enough. For a moment, I wished that I had left the blindfold off; I wanted Travis to watch as his cock disappeared into my mouth, wondering if I would be rough or gentle. There would be time for that, as well. 

I rocked back, sitting on the floor, no longer touching Travis at all. "Do you want me to suck your cock, Travis?" 

"Oh, yes, ma'am. Yes, please." 

"Then beg."

"Ma'am?"

"I said, 'beg.'"

"Please Miss Dara, suck my cock and make me come. I'll do anything you want me to, and I'll let you do anything you want to do to me. Whenever you want. Just please, your mouth feels so good."

"I intend to hold you to those promises, some of them tonight," I said, right before I engulfed the head of his cock in my mouth, running my wet tongue around and over every inch of the mushroom-shaped head. 

"Unnnnghhhh, Miss Dara, it feels so good." Travis was moaning, trying to lift his ass off the chair, to push his cock. Quickly, I released my lips and pushed my fingernails into the soft flesh of the joint where his leg met his pelvis. 

"Don't you dare move. You keep your ass firmly on that chair, do you understand me?" He nodded. "Remember Travis, you don't fuck me. I. Fuck. You." 

As if we had never been interrupted, I took him back into my mouth, but noted his hands were clenched as he forced himself not to rise up to meet me. I slid up and down on his shaft, taking him farther in with each downward stroke, letting the wetness of my mouth coat his cock, then letting my teeth drag softly against the flesh as I pulled back. Up and down, up and down, up and down, taking him as deeply as I could in my mouth without gagging. I couldn't go all the way to the base, he was just too long, but if the noises he was making were any indication, he didn't mind. My teeth pulled back now, I concentrated on holding him tightly with my lips, my tongue pressed against him for even more sensation as I fucked him with my mouth. 




Prize Bull Ch. 05



"Oh, Miss Dara, I'm going to come, I'm so close," he gasped, although we had barely even started. It was a good thing I had already brought him off once in the bathroom or me probably would have come the first time my lips touched him. I pressed my fingernails hard into his joint again, reminding him not to move as I slid up and down, my mouth full of cock. Just three more strokes and he was coming, filling my mouth with sweet warm spunk that I swallowed down. As he struggled to bring his breathing back to normal, I sat on his lap again. This time there was no mistaking my desire, I straddled one leg and fairly slid off of it. My panties were by now a soaking mess. "My turn," I whispered in his ear.



Prize Bull Ch. 06



Author's Note: Dara is a single mother of a college freshman working as a nurse and running a dairy farm that has been in the family for more than 100 years. After being burned by a cheating husband, Dara has vowed never to be involved with any man who isn't submissive to her, and in the first five parts of "Prize Bull," she has been both seducing and training Travis, almost 19 years old, handsome, and naturally submissive. As her dominance and his submission grows, the pair are learning that sometimes in life you find something you never even knew you were looking for. 

–CarliePlum



Slowly I untied the black cotton ropes that secured Travis to the ladder-back chair where he had sat for his first real blowjob, my present to him for his nineteenth birthday. I left the leather cuffs with their attached D-rings in place, along with the blindfold he was wearing, in place. Taking his hand, I led him over to the bed. "Lie down, Travis. You've had a lot of nice presents for your birthday, and it's time you said a proper thank you."

"Yes, ma'am," he breathed out as he lowered himself onto the bed. In a moment I had him secured with the ropes to the headboard and footboard of the antique iron bed. I stepped out of my g-string and ordered him to open his mouth. 

"We'll have pizza and cake in a bit, but there are a few other things you need to eat first," I said as I slid the small scrap of silk, soaking wet with my juices into his mouth. He moaned with pleasure as he sucked on the fabric, working it between his lips as he tasted all the wetness I had left on it. I felt a gush between my legs as more of my juices spread across the smooth skin of my lips. I had spent all evening pleasuring Travis, growing more and more aroused by the minute. I simply couldn't wait any longer for my own pleasure. Pulling the panties from between his lips, I straddled his face, the fabric of my skirt falling softly over him. Without prompting, he began to service my needs, his tongue finding all my most sensitive bits with a confidence born of hours of practice. His practiced tongue found my clit and circled it slowly and softly, then turned up the pressure and the intensity as he heard my moans, signaling my growing desire. I could hardly remember the inexperienced young man he had been as he flicked my clit expertly up and down, then sucked it into his mouth, moving his head side to side with a motion that almost sent me over the edge. Twice I saw him try to move his hands to grasp my hips, but the rope didn't give him enough play to do so. I shifted my legs, lifting my cunt out of the reach of his mouth. He moaned in frustration and I looked down at him, noticing that my gyrations had pushed the blindfold askew. His eyes were hooded with lust and something else, a desire that was more than physical.

"Oh, please, Miss Dara, don't go away. I didn't make you come yet. Please Miss Dara, I need to taste you. I need to lick you and make you come. Please, Miss Dara," he begged, arching himself toward me as much as he could while bound to the bed. 

I lowered myself back down onto his face, his searching tongue sending waves of pleasure through me as I began to rock back and forth on his face. "We've only got a few more months before you leave for school," I managed to get out, "but I think we can make good use of them." I admired his freshly shaved crotch and the leather and rope holding him fast to the bed, more plans forming in my head until the sensations of his tongue all but erased my ability to think logically. I rocked faster and faster against his mouth, feeling the roughness of his stubble contrast with the smoothness of his tongue that was now moving quickly in tight circles against the spot that always made me come. The orgasm that had been building since I had him on his knees in my bathroom giving him an enema finally reached its crest and washed over me. I ground down against his lips, feeling the muscles of my cunt squeeze tight and release, again and again and again. "Happy fucking birthday," I laughed when I could finally form words again.

We ate Travis' birthday dinner by candlelight in the dining room, him still naked, wearing only the four leather cuffs. I loved the look of the dark leather against his light skin. I doubted if he knew how gorgeous he was to look at. It was a pity he couldn't wear the cuffs all the time, but I would make sure he had plenty of opportunities in the coming months. From time to time I reached up, running my finger across the leather surface and feeling the smooth cold metal of the D-rings. The night had been magical, and it felt like a dream that these fantasies of ours had become a reality. 

Post-birthday Travis was almost like having a new puppy in the house, reminding me so much of how he had been when he had first started working for me. He was befuddled by all the experiences we'd had and so eager to please (and see them continue) that he fairly tripped over himself anytime he was around me, asking if he could do anything for me and whether I was happy with his work. I bided my time, letting his tension build as I treated him as an ordinary farm hand until he calmed down a bit. I simply ignored his constant erections, which were so obviously visible through the special uniform pants I'd had made for him. I knew he was perplexed, but I had my next steps planned out and I could afford to be patient. I even had him up to the house for dinner one night without anything happening between us. As he had been ordered, he put his uniform in the laundry room to be washed and stashed his street clothes in the back bathroom in case anyone should come to the door, but ate in the nude. I didn't comment, as if having a naked man with a hard-on across the table from me was so ordinary as not to be noticeable. 

Travis never said a word either. He was learning patience, that good things came to him when he waited and did as he was told. The only sign of his frustration was that he masturbated, something he hadn't done except at my command in a long time. I knew, of course, since he was diligent about entering each orgasm he had and how he achieved it in the Prize Bull software that was loaded on the iPhone he used for work tasks. 

I needed a few hours for our next session, so after letting him stew for close to a week, I stopped down at the barn one morning before I left for my day job as a nurse to let Travis know that I needed him to be done with chores no later than four. He'd have to hustle to get everything to take care of the 16 cows I kept on the farm done by then and have them all milked and in their stalls by the time I got back. But hustle he did, and everything was squared away when I got back that afternoon. I had to say, I was a bit disappointed. I had looked forward to giving him a good paddling. It had been too long since I had had him stretched out across my lap, his cock trapped between my thighs. We'd learned each other's signals, and I could always make him come just as the last swat of the leather-covered paddle came down on his reddened ass. But, I had plenty of other things to keep us busy, including a few new toys I had ordered. 

"Come on up to the house, Travis," I ordered. "Are you hungry?" 

"Yes, ma'am. I sure am." His eyes were shining. I think he knew I was up to something, coming home early in the afternoon. 

When we got into the house, he immediately headed for the laundry room to strip down. With his natural need to be submissive, training him had been so easy. While he was undressing, I quickly grabbed the chicken pot pie I had made earlier and slid it into the oven. Heading up the stairs, I called to him, "Go ahead and the get the table set while I get changed." I slid quickly into the shower. For the most part, I had stayed true to the old farmhouse's original feel, like the claw-foot tub in the guest bathroom where I had bathed Travis after I had shaved him and given him an enema on his birthday. For my own bath though, I had indulged, with an extra-large shower that featured a sit-down bench, heated tiles and a shower head as large as a dinner plate. Before I had Travis around I often sat in the shower to masturbate, but since he licked me to orgasm on command, it had been a months since I had needed to do that. Unbidden and unwanted, I thought about what our future would hold. In the fall Travis was off to college. That was the deal. This was supposed to have been a sexual adventure, a way for me to get my confidence back after my husband had cheated on me and very nearly cheated me out of the farm that had been in my family for generations. I thought back to the night of Travis' birthday, how he'd looked at me as he begged me to sit on his face and let him make me come. The desire had been more than physical. I had to face the fact that my own feelings for him were confused. He was my employee, my boy toy whose need to be submissive matched my own need to dominate him, but there was something else, a feeling of closeness and affection that had grown up from the trust we'd built and the wonder at finding someone who wants were the mirror image of my own. But there was no time to sort it all out right now -- my feelings, and his, would have to wait. 

I quickly washed off from the day and slipped out of the shower, slipping on my bra and g-string and stepping into the soft black jersey wrap dress I had chosen for the occasion. As much as I love the feel of a hard leather crop, I also like the feel of soft things against my skin. The domme garb I'd seen in my Web explorations simply weren't for me. I guessed that was how it was going to have to be. We'd find our own way in this thing. A touch of makeup and my hair in a bun and I was ready to join Travis for dinner, stopping for just a second to grab my latest toy and slip it into a pocket before I went downstairs.

"You look beautiful, Miss Dara," Travis told me as I came down the stairs. I worked hard to keep in shape and take care of myself, and I won't deny that at 37, it was a thrill to hear those words from my handsome 19-year-old farm hand. But, they also made me think again of how complicated what was supposed to be a simple sexual escapade had become.

"Thank you, Travis. The table looks perfect. Before we eat, though, let's get you dressed for dinner." Travis looked totally baffled.

"But, Miss Dara, I put my clothes away just like you told me. Did I do something wrong?" 

"No," I laughed, enjoying his confusion. "I just think you should have a little something on. You'll find something similar in your second desk drawer." (I kept the top one locked for certain toy and tools.) "I'll send you a text when I want you to wear it. It's a little different than what I'm going to put on you now, but the same basic premise." I sat down and motioned for him to come closer, pulling the black silicone cock ring from my pocket. Travis stood wordless as I slid the ring over his hardening cock and fitted it around his balls, drawing them up away from his body. "Little boys come so fast. This is going to help slow you down. Now, let's eat before dinner gets cold." 

Travis didn't move toward the chair. He just stared down at his cock, with the ring of black around the base. With the blood constricting, he was starting to swell, his circumcised head turning a slightly deeper shade of red, and the veins along the shaft beginning to stand out more prominently. I hadn't even started to play and I was delighted with my new purchase. "Travis, I said it's time for dinner," I gave him a light smack across the ass with a wooden spoon I had picked up off the table. "Are you planning on misbehaving this evening?"

"Oh no, ma'am. Of course not." He slipped quickly into his chair. 

"Stand up, Travis. A man always makes sure a lady is seated before he sits down." Up he hopped. "Come around behind my chair and slide it in when I sit down." 

"Yes, ma'am." He was right behind me, doing as instructed. He was nothing if not compliant. I was going to have to come up with a reason to paddle him again soon; he certainly wasn't giving me one easily. But that could wait. When we finished dinner, I had a seat on the couch while he cleared the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher. It was a pleasure to watch him, the farmer's tan had faded from his chiseled body and he was pale, making the black cock ring even more pronounced against his skin, especially as I had shaved his pubic hair close to the skin, leaving just enough to avoid razor burn. When he finished, I ordered him upstairs to bathroom. 

"Get down on your hands and knees on the mat, Travis. We want to get you all clean before we go in the bedroom." He couldn't get into position fast enough, while his first enema had been a little bit of surprise, he'd admitted to me that he liked it, and I knew he had been waiting for me to give him another one. I filled the enema bag with warm water from the spigot in the tub and hooked it over the shower rod. "Now, let's get your little hole loosened up. It's been a while, hasn't it?" Travis' head of curly dark hair was spread out against the white skin of his arms, crossed on the mat, while his back end was pointed up in the air. "Spread your legs a bit," I instructed as I knelt behind him, spreading the cheeks of his pale ass, the muscles solid under his skin, to see the pucker of his little brown hole, the opening that brought him so much pleasure. I blew against it lightly, watching it pulse and tighten. "Are you sure you want this, Travis?" I teased, knowing how much he hated telling me what he wanted, and yet how much pleasure it gave him to do so. 

"Yes, Miss Dara. I've been wanting you to touch me so much. Please do whatever you want with me. Please fill my ass. I want to be all clean for you. I've been waiting for this." 

"You're learning Travis. Learning to wait for me to decide what comes next and when it comes." As I spoke I spread two of my fingers with lube, rubbing more of the slippery stuff against the bumpy skin of his anus before I pushed inside, sliding my middle finger up to the knuckle into the tight, warm passage of his ass. I set up a slow rhythm, moving the finger in and out as Travis moaned softly below me. Time seemed to freeze as I worked my finger steadily in and out of his ass as I dragged the fingernails of my other hand up across the cheeks of his ass. As he loosened to accept me, I slid a second finger in next the first. Travis moaned louder as I stretched him wider and pushed deeper, my two fingers going in their full length, curving up to rub his sensitive prostate gland with each stroke. "You like that, don't you, my naughty boy? You like having your little hole filled."

"Oh, yes, Miss Dara." The answer came in an exhalation of breath that was as much moan as it was speech. 

"I want you to show me how much you like it. Reach your arm back and rub your cock. I want you to come for me while I fill your ass. You're going to have to really work it with that cock ring holding you tight. But that's okay, it'll give me plenty of time to come too." I pushed the wrap skirt open and leaned my body against Travis' thigh. My own thighs were already slick, my excitement impossible to hide as I scissored my legs around Travis' muscled one. Our bodies swayed together, a frenzy of movement. Travis' hand wrapped tight around his cock as he stroked the full length, spreading his own pre-cum down the shaft, my fingers working steadily in and out of his ass, and my hips rocking against his leg. I thought of stopping for a moment to take off my g-string, but the silky fabric heightened the friction against my clit. I bit my lip, fighting not to let a sound escape my lips as the slow grind worked its magic, a fire building inside my cunt with each thrust. Travis was making enough noise for both of us. I could hear the slap of his hand as it slid from his bulging cockhead down the base, where it met the soft silicone of the cock ring. And along with the wet slap, the sound of his moans as my fingers continued to fuck his as deeply as I could, but not as deeply or as well as I planned to use his ass before the night was through. 

The thought of what I had in store for him drove me closer to orgasm. I slid easily against his leg now, not just my panties but his skin slick, my juices mixing with his sweat. "I'm getting close Travis," I warned him, "If you can't come before I do, I'll make you wait until later. Much later." In response, I felt Travis' hand move more quickly, with shorter strokes, focusing his attention only on the most sensitive part of his cock. It was a race. Could he overcome the inhibiting factor of the cock ring before I could get myself off? 

I grasped his leg more tightly, leaning my weight on him as I used my free hand to pull myself more tightly against his leg, feeling animalistic as I pumped my clit against him, searching for just the right spot, just the right pressure that would send me over the edge. Travis' moans and motions grew frantic. Would he stop if I told him to, or would he come anyway, choosing to take the consequence of disobedience? The thought of both outcomes made me wild with desire, grinding away at him like an animal with its mate. Surely I would get there before he could, I was so close now, a tingle growing not just in my cunt but in my arms and along my spine, a sure sign that I was about to orgasm. But before I could get there, I heard Travis cry out, "Oh, coming now," as his body jerked in spasms. I slid my finger from his ass and rested my weight full against him. Now, not in the moment, I realized I could have ordered him to stop. He would have, I was virtually certain. Even after all these months, I still had so much to learn. I could have made him stop and lick my cunt, or tongue my ass while I rubbed myself. Just because I said it was a race didn't mean it had to stay a race. But, I would get my pleasure, and I would learn from this experience, just as I had been learning all along. 

I reached around and slid the cock ring off him, running my hand across the still-sensitive head of his cock in a way that made him shudder with overstimulation that was past the point of pure pleasure. "Now, where were we?" The nozzle of the enema slid easily into him. Travis didn't speak, and his breath was still ragged from the exertion of his orgasm as I opened the valve and let the water flow into him. I massaged his stomach as the warm water slowly filled him, then helped him up and onto the toilet. He still seemed dazed as I guided him into the tub and turned on the shower, letting the warm water cover him as I cleaned myself and the room up. By the time I finished, he was coming back to himself again.

I soaped up the washcloth and began washing him. Travis turned his face to the wall, unable to look me in the face, but put his hand over mine to get my attention. "Miss Dara, was that wrong that I came before you?" he asked. "I think I should have waited, but it felt so good. I've never felt anything like that before. I'm sorry if I should have waited."

"Don't be silly. I told you to race me, and you listened, just as you should. Don't worry, you'll have plenty of chances to make up for it before the night is through." I kissed his cheek and then continued washing him, musing at how sensitive he was to my needs. The evening didn't seem to be getting any less confusing emotionally. I had to find a way to regain control over myself and him. "Travis, from now until the end of the evening, you are not to speak unless you need to say one of your safe words. You can nod yes or no if I ask you a question. If you forget, there will be a consequence. Do you understand?" Travis shook his head yes. That was a beginning. 

I led him down the hall to the spare bedroom. I had packed away most of the bondage equipment here, in a chest at the end of the bed that I could lock. I had a few other surprises hidden away there too. 




Prize Bull Ch. 06



"Lie down on the bed, Travis." In a flash he was flat on his back on the bed, his cock jutting straight up into the air. As if he had not come just 20 minutes before, he sported a rock-hard erection showing no sign of flagging. As I attached a black leather cuff with a D-ring to each wrist and ankle, I asked him, "You want to come, don't you?" He nodded yes. 

"You will, but not until I say so, and not until I come again. Do you understand?" He nodded again. As I spoke, I threaded the black cotton rope I kept in the cedar chest at the foot of the bed through the D-rings, tying his arms to the bedstead, and his legs as well, but giving his legs a little more room to move, loving the feel of the cotton rope as it slid against my hands, the firmness of the leather and the metal. Tying him up was almost as satisfying as what I did when he was tied up. When he was secured, I began stroking the length of his cock, eliciting a low moan from the back of his throat, but no words. Moving onto the bed, I gave the bulging head of his cock a lick, then swirled my tongue around it. I loved to suck cock, and the fact that I had forbidden him to come, that added layer of control, had me wet all over again. I took him full in my mouth, sliding down the shaft to take a mouthful of warm cock, the skin velvety soft against my lips even though he was hard as an iron rod. He moaned and started to lift up, trying to thrust deeper into my mouth. In response I jammed my fingers hard into the tender flesh where his leg joined his hip and hissed, "I thought you had learned your lesson, Travis. You do not fuck me. I fuck you. If you move again, there won't be a paddle in your future, I'll send you home."

He looked as if he wanted to say something, but remembered his instructions in time, biting back the words, and merely nodding. I went back to his cock, reveling in the thought that I could do anything I wanted to him. His recent orgasm guaranteed he wouldn't be coming any time soon. His cock seemed harder than it ever had, and I could feel the throbbing veins that stood out from his shaft as I licked him. He moaned with desire but, remembering what I had told him, kept his backside firmly on the bed, never thrusting up into my mouth, leaving me in control of the pace and depth I took his cock at. When I felt like he couldn't control himself any more, I moved away, leaving him to lift his hips uselessly and look at me with pleading eyes. 

"I want you to turn over now, Travis," I instructed him as I loosened the ropes that tied him to the bedstead. 

He was quick to flip over and I noticed him trying to get some friction against his cock as he surreptitiously ground his crotch against the blanket beneath him while I retied the ropes. "I don't think that's going to get it done, sweetheart," I said, running the tips of my fingernails down his back and across the tight muscles of his ass. "I wonder if you been doing any more Web searches lately? Finding any new little toys you wish I would buy for you. You're so very spoiled." He couldn't answer me, and in any case I already knew, since his iPhone belonged to the farm and I could access it whenever I wanted. He wouldn't use his home computer for the kind of searches he did on the iPhone, that was for sure. 

I did my own share of Web surfing to keep ahead of him, but looking at his browsing history was always instructive. I went to the chest and pulled out the black leather flogger he had been looking at. Ropes and paddles and crops I knew, but a flogger was new for me. Thankfully, Youtube had plenty of videos that showed exactly how to use one. I'd even practiced on a pillow, to make sure I could control my aim. It had felt a bit silly, but I couldn't risk really injuring Travis the way I had once. I let the supple leather strands trickle over my hand like a cascade of water as I walked back to the bed. Travis was looking at me wide-eyed, no longer trying to rub his cock against the bed, just lying perfectly still, waiting for what would come next. I swung the flogger through the air, reacquainting my hand and wrist with the motion it took to make a perfect figure-eight. The room was silent except for the swish of the leather through the air. 

"I'll bet this looks familiar. Feel how soft it is," I told him as I trailed the ends of the flogger slowly down his back and over his ass. Then I began. Swinging the flogger in a figure-eight, I started at his shoulders and worked my way down his back to his ass cheeks, the skin turning faintly pink and fading back to white as I went. Back up, the leather handle gripped firmly in my hand, gaining confidence with each swing as I made sure not an inch of his skin missed the bite of the leather. Travis stayed silent, his breathing heavier, sometimes with a sharp intake of air as the skin turned a deeper shade of red as I worked my way down to his ass again. After the third pass, I stopped. His skin was still red and warm to the touch. It was enough for a first time. I untied the ropes and told him to flip over. He looked me full in the face when he did, his face a mask of lust. Neither of us were speaking now, but my breath came faster as I opened the chest again, laying a few things where he couldn't see him and returning to him with another set of cuffs, these big enough to fit around his legs. I secured his arms flat against the bed then put the new cuffs on just above the knees, running the rope through the hardware and back up to the top of the headboard and tying it there. Instead of being laid flat, his ass was now presented to me without obstruction. 

I took up the flogger again. This time I held the tips firmly in my hand and then let them go, snapping them against Travis' ass the way you would snap a towel. He breathed in sharply. I waited a moment, then flicked again, alternating back and forth from one cheek to the other as the red of his skin darkened. When I stopped to lightly trail the leather across his ass, then over his cock and balls, he shuddered. The look of naked lust, which had disappeared when I had first retied him, had returned to his face. I stopped for a moment, contemplating. This next part might be tricky. I reached down and retrieve the larger two of Travis' three anal plugs, laying them where he couldn't see them, along with a bottle of lube and some massage oil. 

"Remember what I said now, Travis. No talking. And you don't come until I do." Travis nodded again. "Oh, I love this position. You're so open to me: your ass, your cock, your balls all mine to do as I wish. " I lifted the flogger again, letting it drag softly across his cock as I took his balls in my hand, squeezing one and then the other, not so hard as to do any damage, but not so gently that he didn't bite down on his lip when I did it. I slid off my panties, wrapping the gossamer fabric around my fingers as I ran my hand up the Travis' muscular abs and chest. "Here's a reminder not to talk; it seemed like you were about to say something," I told him as I stuffed the wet panties into his mouth, which he opened to take them in and then clamped down on. I could hear him sucking on them, tasting all the juices that I had leaked onto them as I returned to his ass, running my fingers across his cheeks. Slowly, I squeezed the massage oil on the backs of his upturned legs, rubbing the massage oil across his ass as I gripped and squeezed the flesh. On the second application, I began to focus more on his tiny puckered asshole rubbing my fingers over it but never pressing inside. Again and again I worked my way out from his haunches, massaging his muscles into the center of his ass, but never giving him the satisfaction of entering him. I could hear him moaning hard against my panties as he tried to use his shoulders to force himself down against me, forgetting that he was bound in one place, while I had the freedom to move wherever I wanted. 

I covered his shaft in the slick massage oil and began working my hands up it, moving my thumbs in slow circles as I cupped him in my palms, the way a masseuse would massage her way up the spine, until I reached the crease where shaft became cockhead, working my fingers again and again across the upside-down V. Travis was breathing hard now, fighting to contain the moans that he wasn't sure would be counted as speech or not. I reached up and pulled my panties from his mouth, and a small whimper escaped his lips, then returned to my ministrations on his cock, now taking him full in my hand and twisting my wrist as I slip up and down the shaft, when I could tell he was on the edge, I let him go and leaned back, watching his chest heave as he breathed heavily, his eyes pressed tight, his frustration visible in the lines on his forehead. Giving him a moment to back off the orgasm he had been denied, I stood up and slipped my panties back on, taking a moment to relish the delicious wet and warmth that came from them having been in Travis' mouth. Then it was back on the bed, my head between Travis' thighs as I massaged his ass again, flicking my tongue lightly across the head of his cock and taking it softly into my mouth, but never giving him enough depth or pressure with my mouth as I tickled and teased his anus. 

Travis was thrashing on the bed, frustrated. While I had ignored his needs for days at a time, this was his first experience being teased, brought close to the edge of orgasm and then dragged back to unsatisfied desire. I was glad the restraints were tight and the old bed was sturdy as he pulled against the ropes first one way and then another. I calmed him down with a shush, explaining that while he didn't know what he needed, or even what he wanted, I certainly did, but I needed him to be still to give it to him. When he had calmed down, I climbed astride him, the looseness of my skirt flaring out so that only my g-string was between us, a thin piece of fabric between my legs as I began moving my hips against him. 

"You want to put your little penis inside me, don't you?" I teased. "But you haven't earned it yet. It took you months to earn the right to lick me and make me come. It's going to be even harder to earn your way inside me. But you can start tonight by showing me you trust me." As I spoke, I had picked up the middle-sized anal plug, the one that was as big around as two as my fingers, a size that Travis could take easily and lubed it up, leaning back to slide it slowly into his ass until it was buried as deep as it would go, the black silicone flange resting against his skin. I continue to ride him, my wet slit grinding against him until I saw him shut his eyes tight and ball his fists, too close to coming again. Quickly, I slid off him, watching him watching me as I pulled the ladder-back chair I had tied him to on his birthday up close to the bed, then turning around and slowly, ever so slowly, working my panties off from under my dress so that he saw them when I flipped them onto the bed, but never got a look at anything he wanted to see. 

The only thing I wanted him to see now was the largest of the three anal plugs I had bought, this one black silicone like the others, but longer and ridged at intervals, rather than flared, narrowing only slightly at the base above the flange. It wasn't quite as long as Travis' cock, but it was certainly wider. His eyes went big when he saw it. I adjusted the chair so he could see me well and sat down, putting my feet up on the bed so they touched his side. As if absentmindedly, I played with the plug, just watching him, letting the silence fall over the room until it had a weight of its own as I ran my hands over the toy like I would his cock, teasing it and stroking it before I turned it around and slid it into the opening of my wrap dress. My eyes were shut now, my head leaned back against the chair, but I was sure Travis was watching me, as I ran the toy up and down my thighs, each time moving higher until I let my legs fall wide open, exposing my pink skin and my trimmed bush, all glistening wet. Even without looking, I could feel Travis' eyes locked onto the spot where my legs met, watching me tease my clit with the end of the toy, then slide its ridges up and down my slit, getting it slick before I began working it up into my cunt, moving it slowly in and out, taking it a little bit deeper with each thrust, until I was holding it by the base, pushing it full into me. I masturbated as if I were alone in the room, never acknowledging Travis, even as my feet rested against him and I felt his chest expand with each breath, which were coming closer together as I brought a well-manicured finger to my clit and began rubbing it, circling it slowly at first and then more quickly as the pressure of the toy in my cunt began to answer the stimulation I was giving myself. 

Still the room was silent, only the sound of our breathing, mine growing more irregular and deeper as I plunged the toy in and out of my cunt, the smooth silicone sliding smoothly in and out of me. I was so close now, but not wanting to come, wanting this feeling of being watched to last forever. I tried to slow the strumming of my finger, but it was too late. I could edge Travis, but I had waited too long to back away from this orgasm. Plunging forward I fucked myself as hard as I could with the toy, my finger a blur now on my clit, until I was gasping and bucking, my muscles tightening me and pulling me forward as my cunt muscles gripped the toy. Pressing down hard on my clit, I willed the sensations to continue washing over me as my cunt gripped and released the toy in wave after wave of orgasm. 

But I hadn't bought it for myself. I withdrew the toy slowly, the emptiness leaving an ache, then leaned forward and held the tip close to Travis' mouth. Without instruction, he knew what I wanted, sticking out his tongue to lick my taste from the tool. "As you can see, I've already gotten it nice and wet for you. Now it's your turn to see how good this can make you feel." I climbed back on the bed and drizzled more oil across his ass, making sure to grease the flange of the plug in his ass as I began to pull it out, fucking him slowly with it pushing it in a bit and pulling it farther out, then pushing it in again, only working it back slowly until it was fully out. "Your asshole is still open a bit, Travis, ready for what I have for you next." 

It was true, his ass gaped open for a moment, closing slowly as it adjusted to the withdrawal of the plug. But in just a moment, I had the larger toy ready, lubed up even more than it was from my cunt, to ensure it would slide in easily. 

I knelt so I could see his face. "This made my cunt feel so full, Travis. I wonder how it's going to feel in your tight little asshole. But, there hasn't been anything we've put there that you haven't liked yet, has there?" Still maintaining the silence I had imposed on him, Travis shook his head in a slow no, his eyes fixed on mine. Slowly, slowly, I pushed the tip of the toy against his ass until it popped past his sphincter. "It's just in. I'm going to leave it there for a minute to give you time to adjust." I ran my hands lightly over Travis' ass I as I waited; the color was going back to normal after the flogging, with just a few spots showing a tinge of color. I looked at Travis again; he was relaxed, just looking at me and waiting to see what I would do next. What I did was to work the full length of the anal plug up into him, hearing him grunt slightly as each ridge slid past his sphincter. 

"It's all the way in now. Do you like that? Your ass so full and stretched?" Travis nodded. I began moving the plug in and out, slowly fucking his sweet little ass. And do you like being tied up like this?" An idea was forming in my mind. "Do you like the rope and the leather against your skin?" He nodded again, and I moved the plug a bit faster, sliding it all the way out and burying it up to the base as I watched him close his eyes and throw his head back, giving himself over to the feeling. I took hold of his hard cock and gently squeezed while I continued to work the toy in and out of him, and then began a smooth stroke in synch with the piston-like pounding of the plug. I could feel the pre-orgasm swell of his rod, and saw his balls tighten. He was getting close. Oh yes, an idea was definitely forming in my head for a new game we could play. But for the moment I focused on fucking his ass slow and steady, letting his orgasm build, no teasing now, no edging, just steady motion that would bring the evening to its preplanned conclusion. Travis was wide open now, his ass offering no resistance as I increased the speed of my thrusts into him and continued to jerk him off. The wet slaps of the flange as it hit his ass were barely audible over the sound of his sighs of pleasure.

"Come for me, Travis," I encouraged. "Come for me." 

A barely coherent "fuck" escaped from his throat as his torso and limbs tensed. For the moment, I ignored the fact that he had broken my rule not to speak. There would be time to deal with that once I had fulfilled my need to see him come again for me. His orgasm was devouring his entire body. I eyed his cock, tightening my grip and stroking him faster, waiting for his second load of cum of the evening to erupt. I leaned over him slightly from between his legs, my breasts rubbing against his thighs through my dress. This sent him over the top. I gave the toy a final push deep inside him and tugged mercilessly at his cock. He rewarded me with an explosive orgasm, his cum shooting high into the air, falling back to leave his chest a dripping mess.



Prize Bull Ch. 07



Author's Note: Dara is a single mother of a college sophomore working as a nurse and running a dairy farm that has been in the family for more than 100 years. After being burned by a cheating husband, Dara vowed never to be involved with any man who isn't submissive to her, and in the first six parts of "Prize Bull," she seduced and trained Travis, 19 years old, handsome, and naturally submissive. As their sexual relationship grew, so did their emotional attachment, but at the end of his year-long contract at Dara's farm, Travis left for college as planned. 

-CarliePlum

"Tim, this place is absolutely gorgeous," I told my son. I didn't know what to admire more, my dinner companion or where we were dining. My son had matured so much in the past year. He was dressed for dinner in a gorgeous suit and matching tie, his shirt starched and ironed. So far from the slob in the Keens and tie-dye who had left home for college three semesters ago, he was almost unrecognizable. Finding this internship at the Inn at Ruby Valley had really steadied him. All around the sumptuous dining room hurried waiters in black bow ties, the room twinkling with white lights reflected off of silver glass ornaments. From our table, we could see the breathtaking giant tree in the lobby, at least 12 feet high, all done up white lights, silver ornaments, and hundreds of red velvet bows. I had hung a wreath on the farmhouse door and baked a few batches of gingerbread cookies for the mailman, my friends at work, and so on, but that was it. It was a pure pleasure to be in this holiday wonderland. 

Snow fell outside the windows, and I worried for a moment about the farm and how Bob was getting along. The herd had grown to 30 dairy cows, and it was a lot more work to keep everything going. Thankfully, Fred had come out of retirement for the fifth, or maybe it was the sixth, time. Whatever the number, he and Wanda had been on the verge of divorce or a murder-suicide again when he called and asked if I needed any part-time help around the place, just enough to keep him and the Mrs. out of each other's hair a few hours a day. I knew everything was fine with Bob and Fred in charge, but if it kept snowing all Christmas day, I would have a hard time making it back on the 26th, and I had a doctor's appointment early on the 27th I couldn't miss. Absentmindedly I fingered the necklace Travis had given me last Christmas. I had pulled it out of the back of my jewelry box and packed it when I drove the four hours to spend Christmas with Tim at the inn, located near State University where he was enrolled. The season had made me a little nostalgic. I could feel the tiny jeweled flowers of the necklace. Had it really been just this past spring that I had taken Travis out to the back pasture and had him strip down, then "tied" him up with strings of wildflowers we'd picked? It had been supposed to be sexy and decadent when I sat on his back as if he were my horse and flicked him lightly with the crop and pulled on the makeshift reins I had devised. Instead I had gotten the giggles and fallen off him, lying laughing in the grass. . .

"Pumpkin or pecan . . . Earth to Mom . . . pumpkin or pecan?" Tim's voice snapped me back to the here and now. 

"So sorry, I was just thinking about the farm," I said as I eyed the silver dessert tray, which did indeed have both pumpkin and pecan tarts, before choosing an apple torte.

"You're always thinking about the farm, Mom," he chided me.

"And you always aren't," giving him a fake punch in the arm to make it clear I held no hostility for his decision not to be the next member of my family to take over Hollydale Farms. "But seriously, I do need to talk some farm business with you. I made some changes you need to know about, but first, Merry Christmas," I slipped an envelope across the table. Tim opened it, looked at the check inside, then at me to see if I had a "ha-ha, just joking" look on my face, then at the check again, giving a low whistle.

"I know you said the mineral rights under the extra parcel might be worth a bit, but this is a lot more than a bit," he finally managed.

"Well, it turns out the natural gas rights were worth quite a lot. I got Brett Farley to negotiate the deal; he's done quite a few, so he did a great job for me, as usual." Brett had saved the farm for me when Tim's dad Randy had tried to steal it in the divorce, and he'd taken care of the matter of Randy selling the truck I'd bought for Tim by having his new girlfriend forge my name on the title. People griped a lot of about lawyers, but I was nothing but grateful to Brett. "You'll get a check every six months as long as your grades stay up and you keep working toward your hospitality management degree, since that's clearly what you were meant to do. It will keep you on time on your car payments and hopefully you'll put the rest away to get you launched when you finish school." I had watched him around the inn since my arrival, before he had clocked out and taken me to the hotel's restaurant for Christmas dinner. He looked like a total pro, and I'd told him so. 

"This is nothing, Mom. I mean, don't get me wrong. It's a great place to work, and I'm so glad they took a chance on me, but it's only 24 rooms. If my summer internship comes through I'll be working at an Omni, very high class, with two restaurants, two bars, and almost three hundred rooms."

"I don't have any doubt that you'll do as great with 300 rooms as you have with 24. But I wasn't quite done with farm business, if you can bear it for a few more minutes. I had Brett put the farm in a trust. If no direct descendant of mine takes over the farm, it passes into a land stewardship. So it will be managed in perpetuity as open land, not divvied up into parcels and sold. If it's not a farm, it can't be used as anything other than a nature preserve." 

We left it at that. I could tell by the look on Tim's face that he was already picturing trees and scrub taking back the pastureland, the barns falling into ruin. But I wasn't ready to give up so easily. I'd expected my gynecologist to laugh when I first talked to him about becoming a mother again. After all, my 38th birthday was just a few months away. He had laughed, but not at me becoming a mother, but at my fears that it was too late. 

"You don't know how many women I care for who are having their first babies at 40. You're a spring chicken, Dara," he'd said, handing me the card for a reproductive endocrinologist at the county hospital in Avon. "Go get yourself checked out and see what your next step is." I'd already told him there wasn't a potential father waiting in the wings. "I'd make a joke about performing stud duties for you, but I'd rather hold onto my medical license," he'd said, laughing again as he headed out the door and down the hall to his next patient. I glanced out the window of the inn and willed the snow to stop falling. I had my first appointment with the reproductive endocrinologist on the 27th, and there was no way I was going to miss it. 

I made it back to the farmhouse without a hitch. Bob had mounted the plow on the front of the Gator and cleared the snow right up to my front door. I changed into a pair of high boots and walked back down the hill to the small barn where we kept the herd, much diminished from the days before my divorce, but growing, slowly but surely. The money from the mineral rights on my other land would help with that, and I hadn't given up on my dream of selling raw milk, unpasteurized, the way my grandparents had, before the practice got so regulated that virtually every dairy farmer in the state had given up on it. I figured I was through eighty percent of the red tape, and I wasn't about to give up now. 

"Hello, Bob; hello, Fred," I called as I slid the main barn door open a crack and slipped inside. I heard laughter from the cattle stalls. 

"Oh, hello Dara, we were just getting some advice from your old farm hand. Apparently we've let the place slip. He was just telling us about how Tulip always gives more milk if you rub her behind the ears before you hook her up to the milking machine." Bob doubled over in laughter, slapping his knee. 

The room seemed to be tilting as the men's loud voices suddenly sounded as quiet as the old inn had the night before when I'd woken in my room at 3:00 a.m. I felt like I felt then, confused. I saw Travis, heard him tell me hello, but it just didn't register. He wasn't supposed to be here. The locked cabinet where I'd kept my paddles and crops was gone from the wall, as was the picture of the farm house and the personal touches from the office I'd made for him in the barn when he'd come to work for me. We'd agreed when he'd left for school in August that it was better to make a clean break and not see each other again. Whatever that year had been, whatever our bond had been, it didn't matter. It was over. He was in college. I was moving on. So what was he doing in my barn, looking at me with those brown eyes of his?

"Do you feel alright Miss Dara? You look awfully pale." Travis rushed to get me a chair, while Bob held me firmly by the arm.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," I protested. "It's just so hot in here and it was so cold outside. I got a little lightheaded from the heat." 

"All the same," Bob said, taking charge, "Travis here can walk you back to the house and make sure you get inside okay. Me and Fred got to get busy rubbing cow ears," they were still laughing as they headed back to work. 

"I can carry you if you need me to, Miss Dara," I heard Travis say quietly as he crouched down next to the chair. 

"I can walk, and don't even think about helping me up the hill. I'm just fine. You start by explaining what the hell you're doing here. I thought our last conversation was nothing if not clear."

"Yes, ma'am." Neither of us spoke again until we were in the farmhouse. So many memories came crashing back, Travis, nude, setting the table, washing the dishes, kneeling between my legs with his tongue on my clit . . . I had to get him out of here before my emotions and my desire overcame my rational side. I hadn't been so dishonest with myself as to not admit that I missed him, but I surely hadn't let myself feel just how much.

"Since we don't have any sort of agreement in place, I'm going to speak my piece, and I'd appreciate it if you'd do me the respect of listening," Travis announced. I looked at him, nodded. Had I felt this weak when Randy told me he was leaving? The shivering pit in the middle of my stomach was certainly familiar. It was the sensation you get when the bottom of your foot sends the message to your brain that what you are standing on is quicksand. 

"I finished my first semester of college. Got my grades already, straight As." Was I supposed to congratulate or keep listening? "I took some girls out. Nice girls. One of them nice enough to take my virginity off my hands, which was a relief. Although I imagine I had less virginity to offer than she imagined." He looked at me. I hadn't known what to say about his stellar report card; I sure as hell didn't know what the appropriate response was here. "I made some great friends, too. Keg parties. All the usual freshman stuff. I just want you to know all this so you don't think I'm running away. The girl, the one I slept with, she thinks I'm coming back. But unless you won't have me, Miss Dara, I'm not going back. I'm coming back where I belong." 

"Travis . . ." He cut me off. 

"You're going to tell me I need to move on with my life. That you're not the right woman for me. That you're too old for me. That I should go back to school and sleep with that nice girl, and some other nice girls, and then find one to marry, one who would like to be a farmer's wife. But you're wrong. Where I belong is here. Where I belong is with you. This isn't easy for me to talk to you like this, Miss Dara. You have to know that. But you have to understand, if I go back to school, I'm not going back to that nice girl. I'll go to my classes, and I'll go to the parties, but I'm not going to be happy until I find a woman like you. And that's what's so crazy. Because I found a woman like you, when I didn't even know you were what I wanted. So why shouldn't I be with you? Why should I pretend I'm not what I am and you aren't what you are?"

"Travis, tomorrow I have an appointment with a reproductive endocrinologist. Do you know what that is? It's a doctor who helps women get pregnant. Because if I don't have a baby, this farm is going to turn into a nature preserve. That's it. More than a hundred years of keeping this farm in the family, down the drain. That's what I'm going to be doing now, trying to keep that from happening. What happened with us is the past; I have to think about the future." 

"And how are you going to do that alone? Who's going to take care of you? Fred? Bob? Why can't you accept that I love you? That I want to stay here and help you?" His voice broke on the last few words. 

"You have to leave now, Travis. I have to think. I'll think about it. I promise I will. But you have to go, right now."

As he walked out the door he laid a piece of paper on the side table. His phone number. 

A promise is a promise. Truth be told, I thought of little other than Travis' visit after he left, except for the two hours I spent at the RE's office, and even there, he intruded. The doctor looked at my ovulation chart, records from my recent gynecological exams, results of the blood work he'd ordered in advance of our meeting. 

"Dara, you're in great shape, and I don't see anything in your records from Dr. Starr or your charts or the labs what would indicate you'll have any trouble getting pregnant. The $1,000 question, however, since the space next to spouse on your paperwork is blank, is whether you'll be doing this the old-fashioned way or using a sperm-donor."

"That's an open question. I'll have an answer in the next few weeks, I think." Travis? It was out of the question. You don't make a lifetime commitment to someone just because you share the same kink, do you? 

"Okay, I'll ask my nurse Georgina to bring you the information on the sperm bank we work with, and the IVF lab. The hospital here doesn't do IVF, but there's a good center in Price, and that's only a two and a half hour drive. If you have a partner, we'll do three months without Clomid, three months with Clomid and intrauterine insemination, and then talk about IVF. If you're using a donor, we'll skip the first three months and go straight to IUI with Clomid. Just let us know as soon as you decide, and we'll get started." Dr. Starr's hand was warm and his grip confident as he shook my hand, "We're going to make this happen for you." 

I was back at work at my own doctor's office, the one I worked at as a nurse, by lunchtime, the brochures and information sheets all tucked in a bag in my car. I longed for the ease of the past year, just balancing the farm work with life outside, and the days and nights spent exploring Travis. Now it was time to make decisions. Could I trust him to know his own mind on this? Was this a commitment we could both keep? And could I take responsibility for the farm, a baby, and Travis? Travis, who was so eager that he was waiting by my front door when I came home from work. 

"I know you didn't call me; and I'm not here for an answer. I just came to leave you some things I put together. I know you're going to say I need to finish college. And I do. I can't be much help running the farm without more solid ag management training. I've been working with my advisor at State, and I can do the next three semesters as a distance learner. I'll take some of my classes online, and some at the community college in Price, but they'll all credit to my transcript at State. As long as I pay State's student fees and keep my grades up, I keep my scholarship. The last two years are going to be harder, because I can still do a few classes on the computer, but we looked at the schedule and I can get all my courses in on a Tuesday-Thursday schedule. That'll mean driving four hours each way, but I can't stay over Tuesday to Thursday and leave you with a baby." 

Something snapped in me. I grabbed Travis' shirt and growled at him, "Get inside." The blustery assurance seeped out of him as I slammed the door behind us and kicked off my boots. "This isn't a game, Travis. We're not playing house. I was 18 when I had Tim, more than a year younger than you are now. It was exhausting then, working, going to school, taking care of a baby. It's not going to be all about sex games. There may be months that it's never about sex games. It's a life, not a lifestyle." 

Silence, then, quietly, "I don't belong to you any less with my clothes on, Miss Dara." That rocked me back on my heels. Then the left hook: "I don't belong to this farm any less, and I work with my clothes on. I'm begging you Miss Dara. Please let me stay." And I knew it was true. I was the one who didn't know my own mind. I was the one who was afraid to make a commitment, because he would stay, and he would wait, and he would obey.

"Travis, if you take your clothes off now, there's no going back. You'll have your safe words and we'll draw up papers both legal and personal that will lay out rights and responsibilities, but..." 

Travis' sweater hit the floor, followed by his shirt, shoes, jeans, boxers and sox. That body. He'd thinned out some at school, wasn't as muscular. But his skin was so pale. I liked that better than the summer tan, remembered like a photograph the beauty of the black leather restraints looked against his white skin. 

"Set the table, Travis. I'll put dinner together." And just like that, the matter was settled. 

Over dinner we set a wedding date, January 6. I watched out of one eye, as Travis, his erect cock bouncing as he moved around in the kitchen, clearing the table and cleaning up from dinner. Mostly I tried to focus on listing all the details that needed to be settled in the next week and a half. Nothing I had done since Travis had left had felt this right. When he had everything in the kitchen put to rights, Travis came to the living room, settling in on the floor next to the sofa where I still sat scribbling away on my yellow legal pad. 

"Come join me on the couch, Travis." 

"I'm more comfortable here, ma'am," he said as he rubbed my feet. We wouldn't be beginning at the beginning, but there were certainly some things he needed to relearn. 

"It wasn't a request. Now stand up and turn around." He got the message, hopping up and turning so his back was too me. "Put your hands on the arm of the sofa and count." 

"One, two, three, four, five." Travis counted the stinging slaps to his ass. With all the toys and gear locked away in a chest, I doubted a spanking with my bare hand hurt much, but I got my point across. When I had finished, he sat on the couch, waiting for what would come next. Before, I joined him, I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the ground. He had no trouble remembering the rule that if he saw my panties, I expected to be orally pleasured to orgasm. I settled back as he stretched out on the couch, his face just inches from my crotch. My hair had grown in a bit from the close crop he was used to; we both had some getting into shape to do. He kissed his was slowly up my thighs, switching first from one leg and then the other, moving steadily higher until I could feel his breath on the wet core and the center of me. Hesitantly, he dipped his tongue into the opening to my cunt, moaning as he tasted me. "Oh, you taste so sweet Miss Dara. Thank you for letting me taste you." He went back to work with his tongue, plumbing deep into me. I grabbed his hair and pulled him higher, wanting his warm tongue on my clit, wanting his mouth surrounding me, taking me in. He didn't disappoint. One last dip to coat his tongue, and he began languidly circling my clit, his mouth warm against me. Each circle—long practice had made him an expert in just where to drag, just where to apply a little less pressure—made me more desperate for the next. I could order him to make me come now, and he would in a matter of seconds, but I wanted to wait for this. 




Prize Bull Ch. 07



I could feel it rising in me, a hot little coal inside me was being called into flame with each stroke of his tongue, which was working faster now, still the same pattern, but traveling a slightly different circuit, catching only the side of my clit as he widened the arc of his tongue, letting the heat cool a bit before he returned his attentions, this time faster and more focused. I flexed my cunt muscles wanting something inside of me to touch that burning stop, but not time for that yet. Instead I gripped him tightly, the fingers of one hand filled with his wavy brown hair, the other hand curving my nails against his back as lifted my legs up and rested my heels on his ass. Getting closer, the temperature going up. I could feel the sweat between my breasts, under my sweater, under my bra, and more wetness, the mixture of his mouth and my cunt made its way down my ass. He sucked my clit full into his mouth, pulling it out of its protective sheath and flicking it steadily with his tongue. There was no coming back from this either, I thought, each suck, each flick teased me closer to the precipice. Suddenly, his mouth released me and he licked me with the full width of his tongue. It was like I could feel every single bump as he dragged my clit up from the bottom and over the top, all I needed to come, my leg muscles tightening around him as the fire blazed up, and I came. He kept his tongue pressed hard against my clit, keeping the orgasm going. I could feel the muscles clench, release, clench again in waves of pleasure, and when they would slow, he would flick me with his tongue, press down hard again, and set off another chain reaction. 

When I had recovered, I told him to dress and go home. "Call me when you're in your bedroom. When you can talk privately. And don't touch yourself until then." He nodded. He dressed awkwardly, trying to fit his still-hard cock into his jeans in a way that wouldn't be too painful for the walk to his truck and the drive home. 

The phone rang. Not Travis, but Fred, asking about a vet check we had scheduled for the next day. I wondered again how I was going to make this all work. Not that there was much option. It had to work, even if that meant leaning more on Fred and Bob to run things in the present while I took care of the future. I remembered how they'd laughed about Travis' theory on ear rubbing and milk production. They have a whole lot more to laugh about pretty soon, me marrying the farm hand and whatnot, but I couldn't worry about it now. We figured out the details, me leaving him in charge of making sure everything went as it should. It seemed like everything in my life had turned into a negotiation about who was in charge of what. The phone rang again. Travis. There was no question about who was in charge there. He had handed control over to me, needed to submit to me even more than I needed to be sure of my dominance over him, I suspected. 

"So what did you do at college, Travis? When you weren't out with the nice girls and the party boys? When you were alone like you are alone now, what did you do?" The question had come to me without thinking. He was silent; I'd touched a sensitive spot without meaning to. He always retreated to silence when there was something he didn't want to admit to. "I asked you a question, Travis."

The words came, haltingly, like he was forcing each one out into the open. "I touched myself. Like you did, when we first started. Like you made me touch myself. I imagined you were there, telling me what to do, like you used to do. And I bought a plug. To wear sometimes, first just in my room, but then to class. I liked having a secret, even if it was just my secret." 

I understood then, why he had come back, the ways we had changed each other, even without meaning to. "I have some things I need to take care of between now and the sixth, Travis. So I can't see you or talk to you for the next few days. Come on the fifth. I'll have a new employment agreement for you to sign, and some other papers."

"Yes, ma'am."

"And when you come Travis, bring me another secret," I said before hanging up the phone. 

Brett Farley, my lawyer, told me I won the award for the strangest pre-nup he'd ever written and he bet me $100 bucks Travis wouldn't sign it. I wondered what he would think if he knew the real terms of our arrangement. But in any case, my daddy always said you should never bet on another man's game, and I was happy to take Brett's $100 since if his dad had given him the same advice, he hadn't bothered to listen. 

When Travis came over on the fifth, I told him to leave his clothes on until the papers were signed. "This doesn't have to be a permanent arrangement. If you want to take a break from college for six months and work here, we can try that. But if you meant what the things you said the other day, these are the terms we will both abide by. I just want you to be absolutely sure this is what you want. Do you understand?" He nodded, and I left him alone to read everything over. Under the terms of the pre-nup, I was financially responsible for Travis, for everything from his food and clothing to his tuition and healthcare. I'd pay him a yearly salary, but aside from a small monthly allowance, all of it would be invested in a safe portfolio and held in escrow. If we divorced, he would take all of the money with him when he left, including interest, except in the case of infidelity on his part, in which case he would only take half. The per-nuptial agreement stipulated that neither he nor any of his relatives would inherit any part of the farm, but that it would pass only to children born to me, although as long as we stayed married, he had the right to live rent-free on the farm. 

The second agreement, the one I had written myself, spelled out the terms of our sexual and marital agreement. It mandated that Travis would be naked at all times in the house, unless guests were present. It spelled out his responsibility to use his safe words and also my sole right to determine when he was allowed to orgasm, as well as to make the final decision about any aspect of our relationship, both marital and working. This pushed the line farther than it had been in the past, when he'd been allowed to masturbate, as long as he reported it to me. While he was allowed to call me Dara or my wife in front of others, I was to remain Miss Dara or ma'am at all other times. Above all, the terms of both agreements were strictly confidential. 

When I came back downstairs half an hour later, Travis was sitting on the sofa naked, the two signed agreements on the table in front of him and a brown cardboard package next to him. I phoned my lawyer: "You'll meet us at the courthouse at 10 a.m. to be our witness, right Brett? And don't forget to bring me that $100 you owe me. Just be sure to mark attorney-client privilege in the memo." 

Standing close enough to Travis that I could feel his breath on me, but without touching him, I reached over and picked up the package. "What's this, Travis?" 

"You told me to bring a secret. That's my secret." 

I opened the box. Inside was a pair of nipple clamps, two chains, and some small weights. My eyebrows raised in surprise. "You've tried these?"

"No, ma'am, not yet. But I had looked at them a lot. There was a store not too far from the college that sold a lot of things like that. I used to go and look sometimes. When I went back to get my stuff from my dorm room, I stopped in and bought these."

I leaned in and kissed him, reaching up as I did to grasp a nipple, pinching and twisting it. He moaned even as his tongue sought mine. Now it wasn't a secret any more, but something to store away for later. I turned and straddled him, my skirt riding up so only the thin fabric of my panties were between us. I pinched his nipples again, pulling them out away from his body and twisting slightly as his eyes went hooded, his mouth slightly open, a look of pure lust. Watching him react, I could already picture how I would use this new toy. The prospect was delightful. I leaned forward, flicked my tongue across his lips, tasting sweetness. The point where our bodies met was becoming quickly wet as Travis' cock oozed pre-cum and my cunt added its own juices. I thought of the girl who had been Travis' first. I imagined by the time we had consummated our marriage, he'd realize he had more virginity left than he imagined. It was almost impossible, but I pulled myself away, hoping it wouldn't notice I was a bit wobbly with lust as I stood over him. "I need you to go home now Travis. You can masturbate once when you shower, but just once. I'll see you in the morning at the courthouse." 

Fred and Bob were working down at the barn, which also meant they were shooting the breeze and dipping Redman. But, they were loyal and reliable, so as long as the work got done, I didn't care. With the herd count up to 45 and most of the herd pregnant, the amount of work was well beyond what I could handle alone. 

"So, big day tomorrow." There wasn't any point in beating around the bush. "It'll be the talk of the town, so I wanted to let you two know first. Travis and I are getting married tomorrow. He'll be working on the farm when he isn't in school." 

Their eyes widened, and the barn was silent before Fred said, "Well, he's a good worker and he loves this farm, that much I can see. You getting married is a surprise, but I never did like the sort of folks that flaunted their courting all around town. Course, all the old biddies in 50 mile radius will be burning up the phone lines once word gets out."

Bob kicked bit of hay, looking and the ground in front of him, his boot, something other than my face. "That's true enough, people will talk. People talked plenty when I got married to Laverne. I was the school bus driver when she was in high school. We didn't start dating till she was out of school, but that didn't stop people from talking. Don't worry, Dara," he patted my arm, "one thing we learned is that there's always something new for people talk about in a bit."

"That's the truth," piped in Fred. "Remember when Mrs. Bennish walked in on her husband getting, well, real friendly with his secretary on the desk up there at the bank in Avon? She pulled out her pistol and fired off so many shots the ceiling folks thought the place was getting robbed. Thought people would never stop talking about that until Roy Carr left his wife and ran off to San Francisco with the mechanic that was always working on his truck over at the Ford dealership in Idlewild."

The talk with Fred and Bob had made me feel better. There were still Travis' parents to deal with, but he'd decided to leave that until after the wedding. As I put the nipple clamps in the chest in the spare bedroom and turned the lock, I figured as long as all people knew was that I was marrying a man half my age, it might not cause too much of a flap. Everything locked up tight, I dialed the other man half my age who might be a little less excited than Travis: my son Tim.



Prize Bull Ch. 08



Author's Note: Dara is a single mother of a college sophomore working as a nurse and running a dairy farm that has been in the family for more than 100 years. After being burned by a cheating husband, Dara vowed never to be involved with any man who isn't submissive to her, and in the first six parts of "Prize Bull," she seduced and trained Travis, 19 years old, handsome, and naturally submissive. As their sexual relationship grew, so did their emotional attachment, after a semester a college, Travis returned, entering into a permanent relationship with Dara that appears conventional—except for their age gap—only from the outside. (Note: There are more chapters coming. Sorry it has been such a long break.) 

-CarliePlum

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My wedding to Travis couldn't have been any more different than my one to Randy, more than 18 years before. I had been the blushing bride in white, the center of a big church wedding where I promised to love, honor, and obey the man who fathered my son Tim just a month after we were married. Randy had almost a stranger to me. We'd wed after a whirlwind courtship, tying the knot a month to the day after our first date. By contrast, I'd known Travis, 19 years old to my 37, since he and my son Tim had been in school together and playing on the same basketball team. But at 18, Tim had gone off to college, making it clear that he had his own career plans and would never take over Hollydale Farms, while Travis had taken a year to work for me on the dairy farm that had been in my family for more than 100 years, a farm I planned to keep in the farm for another 100, if not more. 

In all honesty, I'd used Travis to get over Randy leaving me for another woman and trying to steal the farm, but our relationship had slowly turned from employer-employee to something much more complicated. As we said our short vows at the courthouse, the only witness my lawyer Brett Farley, I didn't promise to obey. We left that word out altogether, but according to the terms of our private marital agreement, it was Travis who had promised to obey me, in ways that even Randy would never have expected, red-blooded American boy that he was. I remembered being scared of the wedding night, the experience my mom had hurriedly try to prepare me for, 18 and still a virgin, just minutes before I put on my veil and walked down the aisle. While Travis and I were still breaking new ground in our dominant-submissive relationship we were neither one of us virgins, in more ways than one. 

We said goodbye to Brett on the courthouse steps and headed back to the farm in our respective vehicles. I knew Travis would be sending his parents an email with the news. They'd been unhappy when he put off college for a year to work for me, and he'd kept the fact that he was studying ag science from them. Even though he was staying in college, I doubt their reaction would be either warm or calm. Tim had been, although a bit shocked, so completely pleased at the chance that he wouldn't have to feel any more guilt at the farm turning to a nature preserve that he was positively effusive about my marrying a man his own age and (hopefully) presenting him with some (much) younger siblings.

"Why don't you go on down to the barn and see what Fred and Bob need help with. We're taking delivery on another 12 cows tomorrow, so I imagine there is plenty to do," I told Travis when we pulled up to the farmhouse. The ceremony had been so casual, there wasn't any need for him to change before heading to work. I went into the house and started on dinner, prepping some green beans I planned on steaming with garlic and basil and putting chicken breasts in to marinate in white wine before I started chopping up some sweet potatoes I was going to slow roast with garlic. Although both my gynecologist Dr. Williams and my reproductive endocrinologist Dr. Starr agreed I was in top shape, fertility-wise, Dr. Starr said it wouldn't hurt to eat a little healthier and make sure I was getting all my vitamins. 

Travis came up from the barn about 20 minutes before dinner, telling me he needed a shower before stripping off his clothes and putting them in the laundry room. "Did you want me to wash myself or..." His voice trailed off. I had made bathing him, cleaning him inside and out, and shaving him in places most men left hairy part of our sex play. 

"I'll come up and supervise." Travis' butt muscles were tight, flexing with each step as he moved. I enjoyed the view as I followed him up the stairs. It was a view I would see often since he wasn't permitted to wear any clothing in the house unless we had visitors. I sat on the toilet as Travis climbed into the clawfoot tub for his shower. "Let me know when you are ready to wash your penis. I don't want things to get out of hand, and I know you don't always have the control you should." Travis' cheeks colored a deep red, a sure sign he was embarrassed. "What's the problem, Travis? It's not as if I haven't washed you before."

"It's not that, Miss Dara. It's just that, just that I have something to tell you that I'm not very proud of." I waited for him to continue. "I know you said I could come one time before the wedding, and I did when I showered last night. But then I thought about seeing you at the courthouse, and I was afraid I would get excited and people would notice, so I did it again this morning."

"I see." My voice was cold. "Travis, do you know why I told you only to come once? It takes a certain amount of time for a boy's body to replenish his semen after he comes, about 48 hours for peak fertility. So when you decided to disobey me, you restarted the clock."

"I'm sorry Miss Dara, I just didn't..."

"I wasn't finished. It just so happens that had you not taken matters into your own hands, your peak fertility would have coincided with mine. So, by sparing yourself a little embarrassment—and ignoring my instructions—you've jeopardized one of your primary functions."

His "oh" was very quiet. 

"Finish cleaning up. After dinner we'll deal with the matter of your disobedience." 

"Yes, Miss Dara," Travis answered, hanging his head. 

Dinner was a silent affair, and there was no conversation as I sat at my desk doing paperwork while Travis cleared the table and washed the dishes. 

"I'm ready for my consequence, Miss Dara." 

"Here's the key to the chest in the spare bedroom. I'll need the wrist restraints, the flogger, and a piece of rope. The one I want is coiled by itself; you'll see which one I mean. Oh, and the white plastic bag. Be sure not to open it."

"Yes, ma'am." Travis disappeared upstairs. When he came downstairs I told him to take down the chin-up bar I'd put in the doorway of the laundry room. He looked at me questioningly, but hurried off to comply. I joined him a minute later, putting the wrist restraints on him and standing on a stool to tie each wrist to the hardware in the doorway that normally held the chin-up bar in place. I realized I needed a way to immobilize his legs too, if I was going to use this doorway again, but I would have to figure that out later. For now, I just ordered him to spread his legs so his feet were touching the doorframe and trusted he would obey me. By the time I had the wrist restraints on and the rope tied from the D-ring to the door hardware, Travis was fully erect. 

"We've been married less than a day, and you've already broken your contract with me." I trailed the leather of the flogger over my hand as I faced Travis. 

"I know, ma'am. I'm sorry. It won't happen again. And I'm ready for my punishment." 

Without another word, I flicked my wrist, sending the strands of the flogger against Travis' chest, striking his nipples. He bit his lip, but remained silent. I was silent too as I worked out a pattern, moving from his shoulders and across his chest, down to his abdomen, until the skin was all deeply pink and hot to the touch. Travis' cock was still as hard as it was when I had begun. His eyes were open, but not focused, as if he were in a trance. I slid between him and the doorframe and continued my ministrations with the flogger, until his back and his ass matched the pink of his chest. 

"You want to come, don't you Travis?" 

"Yes, ma'am."

"But when do you come?"

"When you say I can."

"Good boy." As we had been talking I had slid between him and the doorframe again so I was facing him. From the white bag I had asked him to take down, I took out a length of soft cotton rope and looped around Travis' scrotum, then, carefully crisscrossing the rope, I wove a pattern up the length of his shaft, almost the way a ballerina laces her shoes. I left the head of his cock exposed and pulled the remaining rope around his waist, tying it behind him so his shaft would stand up straight against his body, the sensitive underside of it and his balls totally exposed. I reached back into the bag and pulled out the Hitachi wand I had recently purchased. I wished for a moment I had thought to have Travis bring the blindfold down, or that I had another way of restraining him so he couldn't see what I was doing, it would make what was coming all the more excruciating. For the moment, I simply filed it away as something to take care of for the future.

Kneeling in front of Travis, I reminded him that he was only allowed to orgasm with permission and that that permission had not been granted. "It's time that you learned the difference between 'want' and 'need.' You wanted to come when you masturbated without permission. You didn't need to come. You only 'need' to come when I tell you that you need to come. Do you understand?" He nodded. "Good. Now, I'm going to show you what it feels like to really want to come." With that I turned on the Hitachi, setting it to a comfortable buzz and knelt in front of him so I could press the tip behind his balls, on the soft skin between his sack and his asshole. A moan came immediately to his lips. I licked my lips and flicked my tongue up along the underside of his shaft, right where it met the head of his cock. The Hitachi continued its low buzz as I moved it onto his sack and onto the base of the spine, keeping up a slow, steady pace of licks. 

"Oh, I need to come, I'm going to come," Travis moaned. Immediately I pulled the Hitachi away.

"Apparently you still haven't learned your lesson. You don't need to come. You WANT to come. And you don't have permission to do so." I picked up the flogger and began laying it across his flesh again, returning his skin to the pink color it had been before I began my ministrations to his cock, which was still hard as a rock, bulging against the black rope that held it in place. He bit his lip as I worked the flogger across his chest, abdomen, and legs, once or twice letting out a small yelp. But throughout it all, his cock stayed hard and Travis' nipples turned to hard little knots as well. I dropped the flogger and pinched them, pulling and twisting them between my fingers as I stood on my tip-toes to kiss him on the lips, thrusting my tongue into his mouth as he moaned with a mix of pleasure and pain. 

"Do you need to come, Travis?" 

"No ma'am. I want to come. I don't need to come."

"Very good. And because you don't need to come, you won't be coming tonight. But that doesn't mean I'm quite done here." I went back to my knees and turned the Hitachi back on, returning to my pattern of stimulating his balls and shaft with the wand while my lips and tongue explored every inch of his head.

"Stop, please stop," I heard him beg. "I'm so close. I can't stop myself from coming if you don't stop." 

"Excellent. You've always been such a quick learner. But I'm not entirely sure I can trust you to control yourself until I need you to come." As I was talking, I undid the ropes, leaving the wrist cuffs on him, then carefully unwound the rope that held his cock in place. "I've got just the thing to make sure you won't be tempted to take matters into your own hands." I had remembered as set of bells we had used on a horse buggy we'd had for a while when Tim was showing horses in 4-H. I dug around in the mud room cabinets until I found them, cutting free two bells and attaching one to each of the D rings on Travis' wrists. "You'll wear these in the house so you won't be tempted to take matters into your own hands again," I explained. The rhythmic sound of the bells would be impossible to hide. "In any case, it's going to be a long day tomorrow, so we should go up to bed. Follow me, and I'll show you where you'll be sleeping on the nights that I don't need your services." 

Travis followed me up the stairs to my bedroom. I had arranged a futon bed against one wall, at the foot of my four-poster bed. "You'll find a pillow, sheets, and blankets underneath. Be sure to fold everything and put it away each morning." I could see the surprise and, I thought, hurt in Travis' eyes. He had no doubt been expecting to share my bed, but he kept his thoughts to himself. When I came out of the bathroom dressed for bed, he had made up the futon and he was lying carefully on his back, his hands, with the bells still on his wrists, resting on top of the blanket. 

Truth be told, I was probably having as much trouble controlling myself as Travis was, the only difference being he had me to keep him in check and I had only my own self-control. I pictured the scene downstairs in my mind over and over. I had been wet then, but reimagining, I could feel my clit throbbing. I threw off the blanket and flipped on the light next to the bed. Travis hadn't moved, and his eyes were wide open. I slipped off my underwear as I crossed the room, leaving me wearing only my nightgown. Travis watched me wordlessly as I approached, knelt on the futon and flipped my leg across him, my cunt astride his face. He didn't need instructions. The bells tinkled slightly as he reached up to hold my hips and his tongue found my clit, settling into a rhythm born of long and frequent practice. It wouldn't be long until I came. "That's right, lick my clit. You do that so well. Lick me until I come all over your face," I crooned. Travis buried his face in my cunt, sucking, licking. In moments I was past the point where I could stop, I rocked back and forth on his face as he tongued me, moaning as my orgasm washed over me. Satisfied, I climbed off the futon and slid back into bed with a smile on my face. In a few moments, I was asleep. 

In the morning I removed Travis' cuffs and bells. It was a few more weeks before he went back to school, so he would be working full time until classes started. I had laid out two items next to his farm uniform: one he recognized, and the other he didn't. "I'll need your services tonight, so keep your mind on your job and keep yourself under control. Bend over and spread your legs. While you're working, I want you to keep in mind what your primary role is on the farm. You're the prize bull now." I lubed up the smallest of the butt plugs in our collection and slid it easily inside him, the flange sitting up against his ass. I knelt down and indicated he should step into the round band of soft elastic I had stretched out, then slid it up his legs until it was low on his hips. "I can't have you scandalizing Fred and Bob with your erections, but I don't want you to get in the habit of wearing underpants. This will keep you in place whether you are soft or hard." I looked at him admiringly. His balls hang heavy between his legs, and the top of his cock, which was hard as a rock, poked out of the top of the elastic band. When Travis put on the special uniform pants I'd had made for him that were lined but had only an elastic waist to give me easy access to his body, it wasn't clear that he had a raging hard-on. He slipped on his shirt and sweatshirt. "Be sure to grab some breakfast; it's going to be a long day. And there's lunch in the fridge for you and the guys," I told him before I kissed him on the lips and sent him out the door with a pat. 

My day at work dragged by. Being a nurse was something I loved, but I loved the farm more, and here we were growing our herd by another 12 head of cattle, plus the cows who were due to give birth in a few months, and I was filling out paperwork and taking blood pressure instead of making sure everything was going smoothly with the new arrivals. Plus, we were so close to getting a permit to sell unpasteurized milk, something I had been working on for over a year, and an operation that promised to prove very profitable. Between the monthly checks for the mineral rights I had leased and the growing profitability of the farm, I was hoping to cut back on my nursing schedule in the future. But for the moment, Mrs. Kinder needed to be prepped for her annual physical...

When I returned home, everything was in order. I stopped in at the barn first. The cows looked settled in, the milk storage tanks were full for the next day's pick up from the dairy cooperative and the restaurant we sold to, and the barn was as neat and organized as I liked it. Fred and Bob definitely bossed Travis—they had decades of experience on him—but I'd noticed his perfectionist streak was rubbing off on them as well. As for rubbing, I couldn't wait until it was time for that. I had checked my ovulation predictor kit at lunch and there was no doubt that the timing was perfect. 

By the time Travis finished up at barn and joined me for dinner at the farmhouse, dinner was warming in the oven, the temperature set low enough that I could take care of other business first. On the table, in place of dishes, were four leather cuffs with d-rings and lengths of ropes. I saw Travis taking everything in as he quickly stripped down and went to hang his uniform up in the laundry room. When he returned he wordlessly complied as I put the leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles and instructed him to sit, then used the rope to secure each cuff to the chair. 

Just as Travis changed for me, I had changed for Travis. Out of my nurse's scrubs, I had put on a loose cotton top and a flared skirt. Now that my work on the farm was almost entirely handling the paperwork and management, with a daily check-in at the barn, and with Travis on constant sexual standby, I was back to wearing the skirts that had become my common garb in the year he had worked for me. I kept my eyes locked on his as I lifted up my skirt just enough to slip my panties off and let them fall to the floor. "You remember what we talked about, about you coming?" 

"Yes, ma'am. About the difference between wanting to come and needing to come, you mean?"

"That's what I mean. Today, right now, you start your work as the prize bull on this farm. You need to come, do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am." Travis's eyes widened. For all of our escapades, this was new ground. I'd been deep inside him with my fingers and with toys, and he'd licked me to orgasm more times than I could even try to count. But we were about to consummate our marriage, in the traditional sense of the word, although most traditional consummations didn't involve a tied-up naked groom and his fully clothed bride. 

I pulled up another of the kitchen chairs and sat across from him, putting my feet up on his lap as I let my skirt ride up and my legs fall open. Travis's cock had been at full attention since I'd wrapped the first cuff around his wrist, but I watched his breath quicken as his eyes focused on the spot between my legs, the spot where I was lazily but purposefully tracing circles around my clit. Normally he would be expected to be on his knees right now, his tongue where my finger was, but his current state of bondage made that impossible. Too late now, but I thought about the small butt plug the chair seat would be pressing up into his ass and realized I should have switched it out for something bigger, made sure my dominance over his body was emphasized before he took possession of mine. I smiled. Just the thought of bending him over and listening to him moan as I stretched his ass out were enough to make me slick. I smiled wickedly as I dipped my fingers into my cunt and brought them, wet, up to my lips and licked them. Travis moaned for real then, longing to be loose of his bonds but knowing enough to stay silent as I continued teasing myself with my fingers, making sure I was good and wet before I slid onto his lap, pressing my crotch up against his cock. I rocked against him as I nibbled his neck, nipping at his jawline, each bite slightly harder until I pressed my lips to his ear, and, lifting myself so I slid my wet cunt down around him, whispered, "And now, I. Fuck. You."