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The Lady Share Cropper Ch. 01

By: gmikeisbad



A Man drives to a country area just outside the city. He had been invited to meet a woman he played in video chat truth or dare but has never seen. His interests so closely matched or complemented those of the women he played, he knew he had found something truly special. Not knowing her name or even what she looked like was almost completely insignificant. 

Living in the country she is anxious to protect her preferences and interests from nosy country towns folk. She is cautious not to give the Man her real name or address, instead giving him directions using landmarks speeds and times but no street names or numbers. 

A game the Man was enjoying until the final instruction. He had reached the end of the road and the Man had not seen the final landmark. A confusing sign causes the Man to mistake a driveway for a secondary road. Deep ruts hidden by long grass beach the car while he was trying the do a three point turn to go back. 

The Lady who lives at the farm property comes out to investigate. She is a small, red haired woman, thin but with good muscle definition visible through her cotton shirt and jeans. She is wearing big sunglasses and a wide straw hat even though it is close to sunset. 

The man thinks to himself his mystery woman must live close by, so he needs to be polite to this Lady in case they know each other.

The Lady offers to tow car out with her ride on mower but tells him he needs to push it up hill as mower starter is broken. 

After several attempts pushing the heavy mower up the small grassy hill the Lady can see the Man is tired and unwilling to keep going. The Lady turns kill switch and gets off the mower, giving the Man a look over with a stern look on her face. 

When the sweaty exhausted man seems reluctant to continue the Lady suggests jacking up the car and packing the wheels with logs from the barn. 

Jacking up the car one wheel at a time then getting heavy logs from other side of property takes another two hours of hard work. 

With all four points placed with logs in the driveway ruts he is ready to try to drive out. A short session of smoking tires wheel spinning and the Man sees the logs are too thin, the car is stuck fast. 

After watching several attempts from house to call for a tow truck, the Lady returns to man and explains to him the property is out of cell range and also that she has no phone. 

She tells him he can walk back to town, which is an hour by foot; but nothing will be open at 7pm or past 8pm by the time he gets there. Seeing the look of defeat on his face she tells him he can stay in the barn overnight if he wishes. 

The Man accepts and Lady offers some food. They both walk up to her small weatherboard house with a big veranda on three sides, and a barn with a large annex and water tank out the back.

In the house The Lady gives the Man a small cup of Thornapple Tea and a large bowl of potato salad explaining that she is a vegetarian. 

The salad contains lots of uncooked thinly sliced potato, with a small amounts of shredded potato berry, Rhubarb leaf, Azalea, Larkspur, Sweet Pea seeds and Philodendron leaves soaked in honey water and cream. 

The Man slurps down the odd tasting tea and feels a little spacey but instantly in a better more relaxed mood. Sweat glistening on his face and short brown hair damp and limp stuck to his forehead with sweat. 

After finishing the salad he can't stop licking his lips and notices heat building in his throat lips and face and a numb tingling is his fingertips and feet. 

The Lady remarks, "You don't look well, are you feeling alright pet?" 

The Man tries to answer but lips and tongue are swollen and numb, the sounds that come out are just muffled nonsense mixed with drool. 

The Lady says "Oh Dear, you do look poorly pet, lets get you to the bathroom and splash your face with some water." 

He tries to stand but has almost no strength in his arms or legs and is feeling sick in the stomach. 

The Lady drags the Man across the hard wooden floor to the bathroom and slides him into the bathtub. "Just a minute pet, there is one last unpleasant step before we can continue..." 

The conscious but mildly disoriented Man lay in the tub and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his stomach. 

With a comical crackle and some squirming the Man released his bowels in his pants to giggles from the previously stern faced Lady standing in the doorway setting up a stand. 

The Lady ducks out and returns, now with pink rubber gloves and a hens night novelty bottle full of weak Thornapple tea. "Drink this, it will help replace some of the lost fluids."

Through the viewfinder of the Lady's digital camera it is clear the bottle is penis shaped but the man eagerly sucks on it without noticing. 

The Lady chokes back a laugh and sets the camera tripod just inside the long thin bathroom of the old country house before undoing the man's pants. 

"We'll have to get you out of these soiled clothes I guess." the Lady now with a girlish glee to her voice. 

After taking off his clothes and separating his keys wallet and phone she throws the clothes back in the bathtub and turns on the cold shower water. 

The Man gasps making faces and squirms and shrieks under the cold blast, all captured in HD by the small camera on the tripod. While he is shocked by the chill, he does not have the strength to get out of the bath. 

Tipping in some dish washing liquid and using an old broom the Lady washes away all the poop wee and turns off the shower. 

The tea is making the man a little confused and dimming his awareness of what is happening, or at least reducing his will to protest. He can feel its effects but can't stop sucking on that bottle. 

"Well pet, tomorrow you have a big day of farm work ahead of you but today I think I can something entertaining for you in the house tonight." 

With an old glass jar and brush the lady lightly coats the man's cock and balls with a mixture of cocoa butter and small amounts of sap from Asparagus fern, Crown of thorns and Devil's Ivy. Once again The Lady and disappears down the hall this she returns with some heavy chains clanking. 

The man now shivering in the fetal position still clutching his penis shaped drink bottle to his lips he starts to feel a new sensation. A prickly itchy kind of sting in his crotch. 

Quickly the prickly sensation intensifies and he spreads his legs wide to stop his thighs from touching his super sensitive cock and balls. 

The Lady hangs one end of the chain through a hook under the bathroom light fitting and with a cascade of tinkling sounds one central chain drops into the bath in front of the man's perky inflating pink crotch. 

There is a wide metal hook one short and two long chains at the end of the thick chain and another two chains about a metre up the thick main chain. Coiled loosely in the bathtub they look like a bendy stick man figure. 

"Very nice, that is even better than I had expected." Says the Lady looking at the helpless Man's crotch. 

The sap mixture has swollen his dick and balls up to five times their normal size. The man was fit but not athletic, just an average male body with a larger than average swollen cock and balls, the combination of his cold wet body glistening with erect nipples make for a cheesy gay porn look.

The Lady couldn't resist giving the inflated balls a little slap as she rolled the man over and slid the plug on the wide hook into his ass with a little more dish soap. The wide hook was slightly curved and shaped like narrow bike seat with a butt plug in the middle. 

After fixing the chain stirrups to his feet and looping chains around his hands the Lady turned on the winch. 

The man slides up first to a sitting position in the tub and with a very surprised look on his face rises vertically out of the bath and jiggling frantically feet just above the enamel tub bottom. 

His feet in wood peg stirrups at the end of chains and hands in chain loops he takes most of his body weight off the hook and butt plug. 

If you didn't notice the small wooden pegs under the arches of his feet or the small amount of chain in his clenched fists he would seem to be levitating. The chains that were lifting him run up the back of each leg, met at his ass, ran up his spine and from the back of his neck down the back of his arms to his hands. 

All suspended by the single thick chain hoisting him comically rocking and bouncing just off the ground. 

"Hmmm... that was unexpected." Thinks the Lady out loud as she spins the suspended fleshy puppet man... "This won't do at all". 

The Man felt relief as she lowered him down so his feet were touching the bathtub again. 

The Lady took a safety pin and pinned it to the chain behind the man's head, with a strong hair clip and clipped the man's hair to the pin on the chain. 

"That's better, we can't have you displayed so well and have your head bobbing around... your face just loves the camera." 

With that quip she hit the up button on the winch and returned the man to dangling and shuddering, his weak limbs fighting to take the weight off his very soar ass and groin. Through the discomfort the man was getting turned on by the attention.

"Just hang in there a second pet." Says the Lady without realizing the pun and she gives the Man's cock a little jiggle and a spins him around with it before disappearing again. 

The man's dick and balls are swollen another two sizes and bob around looking very balloon like and purple. 

The man's twisting body momentum slowed to a stop as it wound up the chain and he began to rotate the other way. Chains clicking and creaking in his ears, his head spinning from the Thornapple tea and the motion of the chain harness, he was starting to loose all sense of reality. 

Shaking and shivering his convulsions amplified by the chains he was dangling from. 

"Oh, pet, are you cold?" The Lady asks in mock concern. 

The man attempted to nod his head but the motion was hidden by the involuntary chain based movements. 

"Well, we can dry you off and get you some clothes, but first how about some lotion?" Not waiting for a reply the Lady sprayed the Man all over from a can of depilatory lotion. 

"Hmmm... I think I like your haircut and light brown hair so you can keep that for now... the can says 10 minutes to remove all body hair... see you in ten then pet." The Lady says walking out of the bathroom once more and going to her dress up closet to choose some outfits. 

About ten minutes later the Lady returns to find a still jiggling and struggling naked puppet man, now covered with grey bubbly foam and drooling quite a lot. 

Snapping her fingers a few times to get the attention of the dazed naked puppet.

"OK pet, we have some outfits that really turn me on here... I will hold them up and you tell me if you like them... ah, ...or grunt once for yes and twice for no... Understand pet?" 

The man understood but did not attempt to speak through very swollen lips and tongue. 

"Sorry pet, try again, ...one grunt for yes ...and two for no." The Lady gave his balls a big squeeze and the Man grunted. 

"Good pet, not too dumb after all. Let's start." The Lady waited to see the Man grunt and he does. 

"Oh... I was almost looking forward to helping you again... anyway what you think of this?" 

The Lady first held up a matching set of black lace suspenders, seamed stockings and matching lace Bra.

"Urf!" grunted the Man. 

"Good pet, I knew you could do it... I do like this one, but I'm glad to see you like it too ...more underwear?" 

...another "Urf" from the man, the thought of seeing the woman in sexy lingerie beating out the extreme discomfort of being suspended by the crotch and the disorientation of Thornapple tea. 

This Kinky predicament exciting the Man in between pangs of fright and discomfort. 

"Great, I do love the intimates." The Lady goes through a thong g string panties and String bikini style all in one before showing the Man a see though baby doll outfit and lurex body stocking. 

One after another each cliche outfit held up just inside the camera frame, all approved with an "Urf!" from the dangling foamy puppet Man. 

"OK, I think we can move forward now." Says the Lady as she reaches in and redirects the shower head up and out giving the suspended man another blast of chilling water. 

She uses the old broom to wipe off the depilatory lotion and all his body hair with it giving his body some unnecessary but entertaining pokes and swipes. 

New deeper waves of chill and disorientation rack his body with pulses and convulsions. The cold shock stripping all sounds from the Man gasping wide mouthed.

"Whoa now pet, stay with me... this next part you will really love." Slapping the man's balls, which seemed to still be swelling under the effects of the sap mixture, the Man came back to reality with an "Urf!" at each little slap. 

"Good.... Good pet. So you want all the lingerie... hmmm... ...how about something a little kinkier?"

The Lady waited for the 'Urf' and within a few seconds it came. Holding up a playboy bunny outfit, a French maid dress and cowgirl outfit all with fast approval from the Man. ...next was a bunch of straps that looked like a bondage harness and collar. 

The final "Urf!" came and the Lady looked very happy. 

"That's great, I was just going to dress you in one or two things, but you want to dress up in it all! ...that's really great, you are a good pet, g-o-o-d pet." 

A second or two for it to sink in that HE would be dressed in these things and "Urf-Urf!" from the swollen mouth man. 

"Oh, no you are a good pet, don't deny it." Mocks the Lady. 

"Urf-Urf urf-Urf!" from the man. 

"What's wrong now? Not clean enough to continue? Still got some nasty hair on you my pet?" The Lady turns the icy water back on and bats the man lightly with the broom to spin him in circle. 

"Urf-Urf!" says the frantic man over and over between shrieks of "neefs!". 

With each spin the Lady bats his cock and balls enjoying watching them bounce as he turns with water spaying and glistening all over his body. 

Finally the sadistic thrill gives way to boredom and she asks "Would you like to get dried and dressed now?" 

...to which a "Urf!" from the Man was the reply. 

The lady uses a mop to wipe off most of the water then kitchen towels to do little circles all over the Man's body, enjoying roughing up the newly hairless pink skin as she dries him. 

The twitches and shivers are thrilling to watch, but feeling the man's body as he is powerless to escape her little torments is an incredible rush. 

With feet lifted off the ground, deftly the suspender belt goes on and the Bra, the stockings went on over the top of the chains and the 'slightly pink TV with raging hard-on' look was complete. 

While holding him helpless suspended in the air, the chains ran close to his body allowing him to be dressed and undressed quickly without release.

After a few spins for the camera pantsless with engorged cock and balls in the suspender combo, the Lady slid on the g string and breast forms for the Bra. 

The forms were a TV special silicone inserts and the g string was a "Cock sox" stretchy black cock and balls pouch, hugging the shaft and separating each ball in it's own little spherical side sleeves. 

A few more slow spins for the camera he was looking for all the world like a perfect she-male mannequin human doll. 

Next on was the Lurex body shocking over the top of the lingerie. 

The outline of the man's muscles and lingerie shimmered with metallic purple sheen while his milky white skin completely visible through the thin body stocking. 

Over the top goes the string bikini all in one, the strings pinching into the Man's skin causing little bugles of glistening purple lurex sheen to crisscross his form. 

Each layer adding to the dollification. Each layer a new level of objectification. 

The apprehension the Lady felt earlier... wondering if the salad would come out OK ...a little worried about forgetting something, had faded now she was exhilarated. All those weeks of planning and fantasizing... all the preparation was fun but this was incredible...

...Each step, not just increasing her control of this Man... ...The looks of confusion and discomfort on the Man's face fueled her sadistic lust. She was swimming in feelings of power lust and wonder... and pride in herself that this was going better than she dreamed it would. 

The Lady started to forget herself and adjusting her jeans and shirt became a rather obvious stroke of herself, and then a firm rub feeling her erect nipples and caressing her moistening pussy. 

The Lady caught herself doing it and the Man watching intently and snapped back into the plan. 

Last of the lingerie was the mesh baby doll dress. The split in the front laying symmetrically either side of his massive package squashed inside the g string under the bodysuit. 

"Wow.. ...I mean, ...Oh wow this is really going well... I was a bit worried when I got all this stuff from a Chinese website there would be size issues... but your size is fitting in well... umm... ...arr... ...or barely fitting in I should say. I feel like I should get some stills before we go further." 

The Lady left her shiny purple TV puppet dangling and returned with an SLR camera. 

A few shots of him spinning and then a few with her repositioning his weak limbs in sexy poses before slipping his package out of the cloths and getting some dick shots, the purple of the bodysuit matching his glowing purple package. 

She lined up the crotch holes on the various layers and slipped his cock and balls back into the cock sox pouch and left it dangling out in front. 

"These will look good on your new online profile." The Lady's voice matter of fact. "Aw, you look so great I just want to keep you this way forever... ...but I am curious to see how the rest looks... ... what do you think?"

The Lady cups his balls and looks into the man's eyes and he says" Urf!"

"Yes, quite right pet, we should continue, you said you wanted to try it all. ...and I think you might be too tired tomorrow, but I'm getting ahead of myself... OK is it the maid's dress...?"

"Urf-Urf, Urf-Urf!" From the man.

"Oh? ...the maid's dress excites you?" ...Mocks the Lady... "Well, sorry my little purple pet, I think we have one more to go before that..."

The lady slips a white mock collar and head piece on her human dress up doll and takes a moment to admire her creation a little. 

Next the black playboy bunny one piece. The chain running up the back spoils the look somewhat she thinks as she fluffs the bunny tail and pats the Man's round butt cheeks taught and shiny under purple lurex.

"Hmmm... I think we need to get you down?" Ponders the Lady out loud.

"Urf!" says the Man responding enthusiastically.

"That was rhetorical my pet.... OK so once you are down you have to behave." Warns the Lady.

"Urf!" replies the man.

"Ow, I know you will, I am just making sure you know." The Lady cautions with a wry smile.

Putting a pair of wedges at the man's feet she pops the stirrups off and the Man strains to take the weight off the butt plug with his arms. 

The Lady does up the buckles and then uses two thin cat collars in a figure 8 around the wedges to padlock the shoes on before lowering the winch just enough for him to stand.

He rocks forward quickly clutching at the chain for balance, the souls on the very high wedge sandals have been cut at and angle to make him walk almost tip toed. 

"Now my little bunny pet, we need to get that chain out before we can take a little stroll"

The butt-plug makes a kind of pop-slurp sound and the outline of the metal hook seat slides up the Man's back. 


The Lady Share Cropper Ch. 01



The thinner bundle of chains jingles against the thick chain running down the centre, finally the stirrups on chains follow making their way up the inside of his stockings under body stocking and then up the play boy-bunny suit.

Free of the chains pegging him suspended as a human marionette, the Man stands rocking back and forward on the modified wedge heels waving his hands for balance, the hair clip still pinning his head to the chain. 

The Lady takes the compact HD camera and hangs it from a lanyard around her neck. 

It's easy to tell The Play boy bunny ears headpiece has an identical slim HD camera recording from his point of view as the twin cameras capture each other's gaze. But the black camera on the background of the black bunny ear headpiece doesn't detract from the look. 

"Come over to the dresser and we can start on your make up." Says the Lady firmly.

A delay in the Man's reaction prompts the Lady to say "Now -now my pet, you are in a quite weak position, I already have lots of compromising footage of you...

[Clicks tongue] ...but you know what, if you want to leave... ...go. See how far a drug addled cross dresser gets walking down a country road at night in this part of the world."

The Man replies "Urf!-Urf!" as he grabs at the chain attached to his hair.

"Ow, right... silly me... still... no excuses next time, do what I say or I will be very cross. Now take a drink, you look thirsty."

Another swig of the weak Thornapple tea and the Man felt much more like doing what he was told. He still hadn't noticed the penis shape of the flesh tone novelty bottle. 

Tottering over to the mirrored vanity just an arms length away takes him fifteen or twenty tiny steps in the massive tiptoe wedges. His sparkling black on purple bunny tail ass swishing furiously with each tiny step.

The Lady rolls a stool under the bunny boy and his firm ass cheeks spill out under the white pom-pom tail in a cute way.

"Aw, you're just the cutest thing I've ever seen. Now hold still for this next part, it won't be easy to fix it if we make any mistakes." The Lady whispered close to the Mans ear as she pats his bunny tail bum.

Taking a paint brush and a pallet the Lady paints red lips, very light pink circular blush and green colour around the Man's eye's finishing off with a thin line of dark brown around the eye lids where the lashes meet the lids and around the lips just outside the natural lips line. 

The top few buttons on the Lady's shirt are open now and the Man peeks inside as she paints his face. 

Her small pert white breasts are very beautiful, dappled with orange freckles and her pink nipples are large and erect. Watching them as she works, the man is transfixed. 

The Man's swollen lips had looked cute and pouting before but now painted red they looked like half way between drag show and TV sex kitten. The man's naturally thin eyebrows balanced the look well.

"Aw you are just the cutest little bunny pet." Remarks the Lady in a genuine tone. "The hair dye on your skin really looks like make up. Careful not to smudge it... it will be touch dry in just a few seconds, after that your skin will be dyed so we don't have to worry about it washing or rubbing off." 

The Lady blows sexily across the Man's face and takes a moment to enjoy the panic that slowly builds in the Man's eyes...

Giggling through her words, "You do look just a little bit sexy when you are nervous my pet... ...That will likely get you into some trouble. We can always cover it with paint or makeup if we want to change your look... but I don't think I could e-v-e-r want to change you back."

"Ah mwa mwaf ma fwass mway mwuf." Said the Man.

"Yes yes pet, I know you miss talking. But pets can't talk, and you need to save your strength for the tour of my home."

The plant toxins from the salad were still swelling his lips and tongue but the limb weakness was fading and the Man was gaining a little more strength in his arms and legs each minute. He felt like the tea was helping. In a way it was, just not the way he thought.

Thornapple tea makes you calm and relaxed, removes mild aches and pains at low doses. As the dose increases the relaxation takes a more assertive role, some of your short-term memory and your free will relaxes away. At high doses euphoria and total delusion set in. The Tea can stay in your system for days after ingestion.

"Come now little bunny pet." The Lady calls in a friendly way. "This way to the Living room."

The Lady tows her bunny man down the hall by his cock and balls careful not to grab too hard, the cock and ball pouch was protecting his package outside the bunny suit but the swelling from the sap mixture, while impressive looking would be irritating his skin quite badly she thought.

Checking an anime Bunny girl calendar for reference and inspiration the Lady coaxed her pet into several sexy poses on the big red velvet couch with:

"...Lean forward..." and "...thrust out your chest..." and "Arch your back and twist your bum toward me..." each time adding a reassuring "Good pet, you are very sexy." Or " Oh Yes! Yes pretty bunny." 

Each "cashooz" of the fake shutter sound on the digital SLR camera sending pangs of humiliation that washed over him, but he did everything he was told without hesitation. He wanted to stop sometimes but his body just followed orders now like his mind was separate. The attention and the encouragement from this woman was getting him more aroused than ever. 

Each time he slipped into enjoying the moment he got shocked out by sharp pains from his over swollen cock as more blood tried to inflate it. The flurry of sounds from the camera hopelessly enrapturing his senses.

"Hmmm, pet you are really making me hot. I mean you are... wow." The Lady was loosing focus under a tide of sadistic power lust and deep horniness.

"Ma fpac rewre fweps." And then again slower from the Man... "Ma fp-a-c re-w-re fw- e-ps." 

"Aw, that's cute... it's almost like talking isn't it?" Reassures the Lady.

Frustrated the Man makes a poking gesture at his balloon shaped cock and balls and does his best to make a face more pained than the one he already has with added dramatic arm waving.

"Don't play with that pet, you'll go blind. [smirk] I think some more tea... it will help with you relax." The Lady says walking out of the room and fetching the Penis shaped novelty drink bottle. She hands it to him and notices it is almost empty.

"Pets like chew toys, don't they?" Mocked the Lady.

The man made one "urf" grunt for yes in reply.

"Ok my little camera slut, I was getting a real buzz going there for a while, lets not let it fade." The Lady says towing the bunny man over to the kitchen table by his pulsating cock and balls.

"Up on the table, there's a good pet." The Lady helping her pet bunny man onto a chair and onto the doily covered oval redwood table.

A few shots with the bunny holding fruit in suggestive ways and his junk in the fruit bowl. A few shots making bunny poses on the table and lastly a few of him bent over a high backed chair, reversed, kneeling on the seat, then straddling the back sitting down.

The Lady snapped away more furiously, pausing briefly to adjust her jeans. The adjustments became cupping.... the cupping rubbing, before an out of character "Wait just a second!" The Ladies voice high pitched and a little emotional.

Slipping a para cord noose around his balls, looping the cord up his back either side of his neck and back through the chair and between his legs the Lady pulled tight. 

The slack removed, the Man's neck was forced down onto the top of the chair back. As the Lady pulled harder the Man's balls were pulled backwards and up arching his back and thrusting his butt cheeks out.

"Don't worry little bunny pet, I will be gentle." The Lady says tying off the cord on the chair leg and buckling on a bright orange strap on. 

"You should taste this carrot before it goes in the other end I think." Says the Lady walking around to stand in front of him. 

His chair is opposite a full length mirror on an antique looking wardrobe door. The Man notices himself a sexy TV bonny boy ass high and round topped with t a fluffy white tail, in the mirror just before the Lady blocks his view with that of the string of balls style anal strap on dildo.

"A little sucking... I recommend some lube." The Lady says in a dark menacing voice.

The Man answers "mwaaam".

"I'll take that as a yes. Open wide... but not too wide." The lady says positioning her groin toward the Man's swollen lips.

A small error in set up position sees the Lady a fraction too short to reach even after a very sexy hip thrust up to his mouth. 

Grabbing the coffee table and plonking it down she sets the camera on the table to time laps and slips the dildo into the man's mouth slowly. Savoring each bump as the increasing in size spheres stretch out the man's puffy red Lips.

"dimmmmdmmmdim" Muffles out of the Man's nose as the Lady pops in the last sphere, her groin grinding the man's chin.

The sensation of her dildo forcing it's way past the man's lips is so intense he is shaking a little. The murmur of protest from the man is like a drug. 

"Oh, you don't like the taste? Well I have some sauce that will spice it up for you." The Lady hoping for an excuse takes a tiny red bottle off the table and withdraws two thirds of the way. 

Hands shaking but carefully dripping a speckled red drip on the top of each sphere before slipping the whole thing back deep into his throat. The slight resistance and the pop of motion pat against her pussy and she gyrates to accentuate the feeling. 

She is on the edge of cumming but the passive acceptance of her bunny pet is less than enthralling. 

"Bored with this end already my pet?" The Lady asks.

The Man does not try to answer.

"Hmmm, I have a lot of Tabasco left... ...I guess I didn't use enough." With that the Lady coats the tips of her index and middle fingers with chilli sauce and slips them up the mans nose.

"bmmmmm!" The man cries, although all sound holes are temporarily blocked.

The muffled sounds swell to a flood of sadistic thrill in the Lady's ears.

"Oh, Oh, Oh-Fuck!" the Lady cries and cums harder than she has ever cum before. Her pants are flooded with juice, squirting rhythmically as she grinds the Man's face slowly but firmly. The Lady's back arched she shudders with the pulses of pleasure ripple through he whole body.

A pop and a sniff sound as the Lady unblocks the man's nose. 

Then a frantic "Meeeeef ef meef ef meef ef ef!" From the Man's nose, tears stream from his eyes and his face turns tomato red. 

The sudden inhale has drawn chilli sauce deep into his nose.

"That's it honey, let it out... Aw, aw Fuck yeah. Yes!" The Lady cums a second time a little harder with a deeper shudder grasping handfuls of hair from the back of the man's head with both hands. The cries from her bunny boy fueling a sensory overload of pleasure.

"Meef!Meef-eef!EefMeef-Eef!" The Man cries frantic to rid his nose of the burning sauce.

The Lady is cumming for what feels like endless seconds. Tears fill her eyes and she feels weightless and euphoric.

A few more moments the two stay locked together in the Lady's envelope of afterglow.

"Yes, oh yes pet that was excellent, but now I have to have a shower... Let's get you into your maids dress and you can help me while I wash." Says the Lady slowly oozing with sexual high.

"Meef-em Meef-em em Meef-em!" continued the Man in a sensory overload of his own, the chilli sauce working it's way to the back of his throat.

"Well that doesn't sound like gratitude... Don't like my carrot in your mouth pet?"

The Lady taunted.

"Eef-em!Meef-eef-em!" The man's frantically cried.

"So you want to try something different? ...someplace different maybe" The Lady reaching over the bunny man bound to the chair and slipped her fingers between his cheeks. Straining to reach his ass hole she pressed her groin hard against his face and circled his anus with her middle finger.

Some whimpering from the man re-ignited the Lady's lust and she withdrew. The urge to penetrate this man from behind was raising like a flood. Once again savoring each pop as each sphere pushed past the man's swollen lips, drinking in the anticipation of what is to come.



------End of part one--------



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The Lady Share Cropper Ch. 02



The country Lady slowly withdrew her bright orange strap-on from her bunny boy slave's mouth. The moulded chain of rubber spheres still with that new toy smell even over the lingering aroma of Tabasco. 

The Lady savouring the man's urgent honks of protest which warbled a little with each brief escape of air past the gaps in the spherical bumps.

All evening the scene of domination and objectification had been intensifying. 

Teasing and taunting her helpless captive as she dressed him as a playboy bunny and tied him to her kitchen chair... ... the mental image of this... and of things to come fuelled the orgasm of her life just seconds after eclipsing the orgasm of her life minutes earlier... 

Now the sight of the bunny eared captive returning her carrot like dildo was taking hold. The urge to pump him was building fast. She could feel that this man needed to be fucked and fucked properly.

The strong scent of the Lady's juice soaked pants filled the Man's nose, his swollen crotch burning with lust and pain his nose and throat burning with chilli sauce his mind spinning endlessly.

The Thornapple tea he had been drinking had dulled his senses, both to the pain and discomfort and to any thoughts of not obeying fully and instantly with all instructions but his grasp on what was happening strong enough to wrack him with emotion. 

Floating in a haze of sensation, and humiliating objectification but completely unable to fight against it. 

The Man was bound humiliated and violated cross dressed against his will. He had never imagined degradation on this level before and he had never thought he would just go along with it without hesitation. 

Ringing with burning sensations from crotch and head in a dream like state he wanted the Lady deeply, so much that the withdrawal of the strap-on from his swollen painted lips felt like punishment and abandonment. 

He caught another glimpse of himself in the mirror behind the Lady, her tiny frame in such a powerful pose on the little coffee table. 

The Man's swollen crotch inflated a little more as he thought about his predicament, the stabbing pains from his cock and balls completely masked by the chilli irritating his throat and mouth without abate. 

The pain, a discouragement to moving or even breathing hard was turning him on a little more. The predicament... the power of this small red haired Lady was enrapturing him.

"Hmmmm.... Your ass is --so- inviting..." Says the Lady, tugging gently on the cord pulling the man's balls, arching his back up toward his neck a little further.

"Ur mwa pa wa af mle" Says the captive man.

His tongue and lips still swollen from the tainted salad he had eaten earlier.

"I know I said, pets can't talk... but hmmm... it's so sexy to hear you... I mean, I know you want something... mmmmm... ...but we both know what you want isn't really that important." The Lady's voice dripping with sexual appetite.

"U hfa, ur wrawra mwa pa wa af mle." Restated the Man.

"Hahaha...Oh, uh-ha ...do tell" Mocked the Lady while she took the small bottle of Tabasco sauce and gave her strap-on a liberal coating over the fresh drool from the Man's mouth.

"Mwa fwanna bla..." started the man, truly believing what he said was in some way intelligible.

Spreading the mans legs a little wider on the chair he was bent over the Lady slipped in a knee and then her fingers through the layers of crotch less costumes to part his cheeks.

"Weeffs!" shrieked the man face a wash with tears snot and drool, making his painted on make up glisten.

The Lady let out a deep breathy moan and continued to position herself for the pegging.

"Fle weefs! Weefs!" Protests of the man heightening the thrill for the Lady.

"Easy now pet, be a good boy and hold still." The Lady touching the first chilli soaked orb of the strap-on to the Man's anus.

"Feleeweefflee ma ma ma!" The man continued.

With a firm thrust of her hips the first bump was in. Much harder, much more resistance than when she had gone into his mouth, even with his swollen lips and tongue. The feeling of resistance and then penirtation like the prick of a needle before the rush of an opiate. 

A shudder ran through the man and a "Fe!" came out with the first bump of the rubber strap-on popping inside.

The Lady paused a moment to enjoy the sensation and the moment. Her first pegging and it was going better that she had dare to dream.

A second later and the man begins to twitch, the chilli starting to take effect.

"Wow boy, wow, easy goes it... just five more of these bumps and we'll be all the way in." The Lady grasping his hips for some hand holds.

"F-feee!" exclaims the Man.

"OK pet, I did warn you." The Lady looping her thumb around the cord between his balls and neck and giving it a little tug.

"Stay -- still -- and- this- will- go- ea-si-er." The Lady tugging hard to punctuate each thing said.

A soft honk came out of the man to each tug signalling he was getting the message.

Another orb of the dildo in and more resistance from the man. Two more in and one popping out again. The Lady getting a little bit of a rocking motion going to ever louder honks from the man.

The second last orb and the Man's honk gets louder still. The Lady's thrill is almost unbearable, she is fucking this guy and he has no escape. She is owning this bunny pet boy completely and the feeling is the most intense thing she has ever felt.

"Yes!..... Ooooh Yes..... goood.... Yes!.... good.." The Lady popping the second last orb in and out of the man's ass hole.

The man is getting thrashed, aching and burring, deeply humiliated, but longing for this Lady. He wants her, he wants to turn around and fuck her. He can't make his body resist her domination and each second she controls him like an eternity. 

Each moment that passes makes him want to fuck her more and more and the frustration of being captured and totally dominated builds on the lust in a self-feeding cycle. 

Both of them breathing hard now. The man trying to hold on to the chair, the Lady fighting to hold on to the ecstatic power lust and hold off an ocean or orgasm.

"Yes...Oh...yes...oh yes...oh yes...oh, oh pet, pet." The Lady pounding the Man giving herself waves of elation.

"Urf!" cries the man.

"YES!" screeches the lady in an avalanche of cum and emotion and rams the last orb home.

"Mfwaa-aa-aa-aa!" screams the man, the chilli finding new things to burn raw from and the pounding.

The Lady leans forward, laying her sweaty body on top of his black satin bunny outfit and caresses him in afterglow. Reaching under her strap-on she fondles his swollen package and the man cums instantly her hand.

The Lady giggles as she enjoys the pulses from the man transmitted through the bumpy dildo.

A few moments of breathing through the afterglow...

"Well, well little pet, that was... hmmm... stimulating..." The Lady says in a genuine tone while unbuckling the strap-on. "I really need a shower... so I guess you have two options. Stay here tied to the chair or help me while I'm in the shower?" 

The Man says nothing.

"It's OK pet, I will decide for you... hmmm... I think you want to help me." The Lady says with a knowing smile. "Come on, ease back and take a seat on this little stool."

With the cord still over his shoulders and through his legs she tows him backward to the little stool with 'iGallop' written on the front in italics.

"OK gently now pet, ease down" The Lady threading the cord through the hand hold in the front of the saddle seat and lifting up his wedge shoes one at a time and tying them in such a way that lowering his feel would tug on his balls.

"Hold still" the Lady cautioned as she took the loose buckles from her dildo and locked them on him the wrong way around.

The bumpy orange dildo firmly up his ass the man was now tied by the balls to the exercise equipment. The strap -on harness was on him inside out locking the dildo up his ass.

"Now you will help me while I shower... oh I almost forgot, you will need these." The Lady said putting an iron, mini ironing bord and basket of clothes on the table in front of the Man.

"Here we go." The Lady slipping a frilly white tu-tu, black satin circle skirt and a maid's pinafore and cap on the Man struggling to stay centred on the saddle of the exercise machine.

"Now, be a good pet, iron and fold all these while I take a shower." The Lady plugging in the machine.

With a whir and a squeal the Man began his mechanical horse ride. The Strap-on and the chilli in his ass intermittently eclipsed by brief tugs on the cord around his balls as left or right food slipped down. 

Fighting to stay on the seat was taking all the Man's remaining co-ordination and strength. Reaching over from behind the Lady took his hands and guided him through ironing and folding a shirt.

Short little "Hm!" noises from the Man followed in time with the machine's gyrations.

"Only two more baskets to go after that one pet. Better get cracking, I would want to have to turn up that chair." The Lady said with a smug superiority as she casually peeled off her clothes on the way to the bathroom.

The Man could clearly see her topless and then completely naked form in the mirror in front of him. She disappeared into the bathroom and he heard the shower start. Looking back toward himself in the mirror he caught sight of his new form.

Maid's cap under black bunny ears, face painted in dollish drag, A white frilly pinafore over a black satin body suit, white frilly tu-tu and black satin skirt, iron in one hand waving it like a cowboy's lasso uncontrollably gyrating to stay centered on the mechanical horse.

His erection grew uncontrollably at his own pathetic image.

Relaxing into the rhythm the Man could hip swish in time with the machine and lessen the struggle to stay on. Every now and then still a little slip and a tug on his balls. 

Then a pang of panic as he heard the shower stop and wet feet climb out of the tub.

Hurriedly he put a new shirt on the board and starts. Rhythmically he runs the iron up the sleeve as he hulas away maid's outfit flapping around.

The Lady watches silently from behind, just out of sight of the mirror. A gasp and some heavy breathing prompts the Man to look up and see the Lady now standing beside him in full view of the mirror.

She was naked and dripping wet, her lean muscular body tensed and slowly writhing against her vibrator. The Lady's eyes glazed, transfixed on her pet, the sissy maid furiously working away to fulfill her command.

The sexual motion of the 'iGallop' twisting the Man's body around and around, his face contorted in pain and punctuated with jolts as the dildo slid around inside him, made for a transfixing show for the Lady.

"Mmmmm... hmmmmmmm..." The Lady moaned through clenched teeth.

"Ahmmmmm... mmmmmm..." Her swollen pussy a little chaffed but the pain was just prolonging and intensifying the need.

"Ae! Oh... oh.... Mmmmm....hmmmm!" The Lady's body in a serpentine wave her wrist aching against the strain of her thrusts.

"Oh, hmmm, oh, hmmmm, Oh! Hmmmmmm!" The orgasm seemly building endlessly stronger and just out of reach.

The Lady stepped between her sissy maid captive and his ironing briefly interrupting his work.

"Ah... Oh... Hmmmm... Hmmmm You...." The Lady tried to speak but as their eyes met the flood gates opened and with a terrible "Argh! Arrrr!" She came for the fifth time that evening.

The Lady steadied herself on the head of the sissy maid man and presented her vibrator to him. Deftly he leaned forward and licked the shaft clean. The Lady walks confidently back to the bathroom without a word. Bliss couldn't adequately describe her emotion.

The Man went straight back to work, his mind full of terror at what would happen if the Lady made good her threat of turning up the 'iGallop'. 

He needn't have worried, the Lady had bought the machine 2nd hand and the controls did not work, it simply came on when plugged in and stopped with the lack of electricity...

Hours later the taste of the lady still in his parched mouth the Man had finished the first basket of laundry and could not reach the second or third. He took a break, resting the iron down and dropping his hand to sit next to the other on the long square handle hold at the front to the iGallop.

...Some time later... he woke, still riding the mechanical horse in his broken sleep. 

The movement of the camera being taken off his head had disturbed his string of micro sleep. The Lady standing over him, her groin in his face once more, the wide tie straps of her camiknickers satin pyjamas dangling down like a faux penis.

"It's lucky these memory cards are cheap. 16GB lasts for almost five hours but we will need a few to get through this weekend I think." The Lady whispered to her sleepy sissy maid.

"Here you go, do the rest of the ironing on the floor and when the alarm sounds make me some coffee and cereal with milk and a sliced banana." Instructed the Lady as she swapped out the memory cards on both the cameras and set the timers to start recording five minutes before the alarm tone at 5am.

"fsaerfafals am sfosfee obpsay." Said the Man forgetting about his swollen mouth and tongue in his haze of exhustion.

The Lady undid the cord tying the Man's feet to the chair and lowered him sideways onto the floor. The put the remaining baskets next to him along with the mini board and the iron and retied his balls to his ankles. She gave him a little pat on the head, left a note reminding him of his chores, turned down the lights and went to bed.

Without the rocking of the iGallop the rest of the ironing was done in less than an hour and it looked like he could get some sleep. 

Try as he might he could not get into a resting position with ankles strapped to balls. In the darkened room and with the knot sitting under his own swollen junk he couldn't manage to undo the knot either.

After an hour of fidgeting the man climbed onto the iGallop, belly on the saddle and went to sleep kneeling bent over in a u shape with his head on the floor rug.

The alarm woke him a few hours later and from his u shaped sleep position he had a good view of the knot around his balls. The skin on his cock was still sensitive to touch and the swelling had not gone down.

Slipping the knot off in the early morning light was easy, but the previous evening's activities had cut off the circulation to his legs and he could not stand. 

Sliding along the floor on his ass, big frilly maids shirt billowing around on all sides he made his way to the note on the fridge:

"Breakfast 5.30 sharp. Coffee black no sugar. Corn flakes with soy milk and a sliced banana. Knock and wait outside my room until called."

With no clocks anywhere the Man felt a little uneasy, dragging a chair into the kitchen the man struggled through making the breakfast and pulled a baking tray out of the oven to carry it.

The pins and needles in his legs starting to lesson but he could not summon enough force to lift himself. He slid the tray down the hall and rose to his knees in the doorway and knocked softley.

The Lady lay diagonally across her vintage reproduction four-posted king sized bed, sleeping on top of the faded flower print quilt. The spring night being quite warm.

The Man watched he breath, her pert little breasts and erect nipples beautifully caressed inside her pale pink satin camiknicker all in one short PJs. She was a vision.

The man kneels in the doorway like a lap dog begging for attention. The Lady slipping one eye open to admire the pretty sissy maid kneeling obediently at her door. She felt like another hour of sleep, but at the same time was too excited to rest. The thought of making him wait like a human snooze button gave her a giggle but she knew she couldn't wait to resume play.

"Very good pet." She encouraged in a fake sleepy / disinterested tone. "Bring the tray in and set.... No, hold it beside my bed.

The Sissy maid man crawled forward on his knees to the pleasant surprise of the Lady who had not thought to instruct kneeling. Arriving at the head side / end of her bed he rested the tray on his head so it would be high enough for the Lady to reach.

The lady's legs slipped seductively down in front of the sissy maid man, her toes inches from his pinafore covered package. 

The Lady's feet fidgeted as she sipped the coffee, the Man watching like a cat watches string.

It wasn't long before the woman's feet had found their target. Gently rubbing the Sissy maid costume the Lady continued through breakfast smiling almost too much to swallow properly.

"Yes pet, good work, you deserve a pat." The Lady lifting the man's swollen cock with one foot and gently stroking it with the other.

The view of the Lady's well toned legs working away at his albeit cross dressed package and the sensation of stroking mixed with a little pain from the irritated skin and butt plug stirring some pretty deep feelings with in him.

"You like being a good pet, don't you?" The Lady cooed.

"Urf!" The man replied, lips and tongue had calmed a little after sleep but still not enough for normal speech. The humiliation of being a foot toy and worse, liking it stirring even deeper feelings with the man, now captive in more ways than one.

"It's important to know your place pet. But if you really want to you can give me a morning kiss. ...as a reward for being so obedient." The Lady's voice mixed with an evil subtext by a long way the sexiest thing the Man had ever heard.

"Urf!" replied the man, keeping to the one grunt for yes system.

"Oh good, now keep a firm hold of my tray or you'll be cleaning up my breakfast before making it again." The Lady said firmly. 

Right foot releasing the man's tortuously swollen hard on and toes pointed as she runs up the man's torso and over his shoulder.

"OK pet, but keep kissing until I say stop." The Lady's foot curling around behind the man's shoulders and crossing under her left knee. The cushion of her calf muscle nestling against the back of his head. A cute little wriggle forward and the lady slowly but firmly squeezed the Man's head in to her crotch. Lips to Lips the Man pressed deep and inescapably into her hot and aromatic love seat.

"Hmmmm... nice.... OK lower... lower.... Yes that's it pet. Keep kissing and sicking right there. Hmmmmm.... Yes, a little tongue, hmmm yes that's it Oh! Yeah! Hmmm... ...I think you could almost qualify as an honorary lesbian." The Lady continued as she picked over her bowel of Cornflakes and banana. 

A wave of humiliation washed over them man and then a little nuzzle from the Lady's left foot on his balls prompted a 

"Hhmmm!"

The Lady responded by taking the coffee mug and bowel off the tray and putting them on the bedside draws for safety. 

Wiggling forward a little more she tightened her grip on the sissy maid man's head and pressed down a little harder on his balls.

"Oh, Uh! Oh! Mmm... pet..., When, Oh! You speak, oh, you uh!, Hm, speak you, Oh." The Lady pressed quite firmly on the Man's balls.

"Hg,hhhh!" Cried the man in reply.

"Ah! God, oh, fuck, oh, I swear, oh you better make , uh-uh me uh cum or your balls..." The Lady grinding hard on the man's face, so caught up stringing a sentence together was challenging.

"Mhmmmm-hmmmmm!" The Man cried with each bounce of her foot.

"Yes!, Fuck! Yes, Yes, yes yes, fuck yes, fuck yes fuckyes fuckyeeesssss! The Lady cumming in the man's mouth, the last thrust with a particularly hard stomp on the man's balls perfectly timed for opening his mouth for the full load of squirt.

"Hmmmm.. ... mmmm... oh, yes, wow. Lick it boy, lick it all up....gently now, but lick it all clean. That's a good boy." The Lady revelling in what she thought would make an excellent new morning routine.




The Lady Share Cropper Ch. 02



"Hah, oh this IS turning out to be a time well spent. But it looks like I'm going to need another shower. If you want to help me while I'm in the shower I guess we'll have to get you cleaned up first."

The Lady helping the man to his feet she can't help but notice how his erection is lifting his skirt and pinafore. A few moments of silent admiration as the Lady drank in the scene she had been the architect of and soaked up the last few precious moments of afterglow. Then she slips off with her Pjs and stuffs them in bundle under her maids arm before leading him out to the laundry. 

The sounds of his tiny steps on the hard wooden floors giving her another little thrilling giggle.

"Strip! No wait. Hold on." The Lady dashed quickly back into the bedroom and picked up her video camera. "Ok now strip. Put these clothes in the washing machine."

The dressed up dolly man has trouble getting the body suit off under the strap on harness s the Lady unlocks it. The man manages to get completely naked but is unwilling to move the dildo.

The results of the sap on his cock and balls now completely visible, both still swollen the skin is a pink and purple checker board of blotches and welts, although no broken skin and seemingly no impediment to the raging hard on he now has.

"Hmmm... interesting. Jump in the air and clap your hands." Commands the Lady.

With a slight blush the man jumps and his cock and balls flail wildly.

"Ha-haha, good pet. Now to get you all clean and presentable. Out the back." The Lady ushers the naked man out the back door and up against the water tank. 

Slipping her feet into long black rubber gum boots the Lady is naked too, but the boots and the way she holds the hose leaves no doubt about who is in charge.

"Stand still pet." The lady buckling the strap-on to and upright on the water tower.

Looping the camera lanyard over her neck she zooms out to widest possible angle before letting rip with the garden hose.

"Eeeesfffooosf!" The Man shrieks.

The icy cold water shocking him into an involuntary crouch. The chunky orbs on the dildo slip out one bump and then another shocking the man back into a standing position with another:

"Eeesf!"

The Lady is almost immobilised with laughter. Tears stream down her face and she walks back inside, leaving the man naked and tethered by butt plug he is clutching with both hands to the water tower out back.

A few minutes go by and the man starts to wonder what he should do. He hears voices from the house and is shocked. 

Should he attempt to remove the plug, will he yelp uncontrollably drawing attention to himself? Should he stay where he is, naked with bulbus orange butt plug attaching him to a water tower in the back yard?

Still more minutes go by and he begins to shake. He looks around and sees his hard on has not diminished... the fear of discovery not enough to overcome the thrill of... discovery by another woman... or women... his hard on intensifies.

Ten minutes or so later the Lady reappears wearing brown on tan horse riding pants and a fitted long sleave shirt black gloves and sunglasses. The Man braces himself for the rest of the group to come out of the house, but with the door open he can tell it has been sounds from a news radio station.

"Still keen I see." The Lady smiling as she re-examines his impressive erection. "Lets go get you something to put on."

The Lady tows the man by the balls away from the water tower to a slurp and a pop as the dildo bursts free of it's night time home. A quick squirt with the hose to rinse off his ass and she tows him around the other side of the barn to the big annex. 

Positioning him between two horizontal poles she lifts up a tangle of leather straps. 

"Start at the top ey?" The Lady says matter of fact as she slips horse blinkers, a bit and bridle, over the man's head. Tightening the straps so the bit pulls on his lips and forces his mouth half open.

"Hows that feel? OK?" the Lady mocks.

"Woss wa swawa wa." Replies the man dutifully.

Doing up a thick padded leather belt pulls the Man back between the wooden poles facing out to the yard and small road beyond. A little shift in weight confirms to him that the belt is attached to the long thin poles and the poles to something on wheels.

"Almost there boy. Steady." The Lady put down a pair of old black women's boots, three sizes too small for him but with no backs on the heels. Lifting one foot after the other from behind him she used black electrical tape to secure the boots to his feet. Only the ball of his foot fit inside resulting in a horse-wearing-high-heels kind of look.

Next she took each hand and made a fist before taping them up in to little hooves too.

"Just let me get my hat and we can be off." Said the Lady opening a locker on the wall of the barn. She walks back and fixes the small camera to the tac on the man's forehead and begins recording his POV again.

The Man tried to follow but the breaks on the buggy arrested his movements and he stumbled.

"Ooops!" Mocked the Lady "Why did that happen? Oh, breakfast! I had forgotten about feeding my new pet."

The Lady pulled a tin cup from a large paper sack and sprinkles some oats in her hand. She hand fed the eager if uncoordinated ponyboy. After a half cup of oats she rubbed a salt lick around his lips and let him slurp up some water from her cupped hand.

"Now don't get used to all this special treatment, you'll be eating from that feed tough and liking it from now on." The Lady said in mock scold.

"Sfurfs!" Replied the Human pony, bit gag further distorting his grunt for the affirmative.

Just as the pony man was starting to regain some sense of safety a car horn pierced the country morning silence. The tac jingled as the man looked up in shock. The annex beside the barn was open with only one wall, that of the barn, two of the other three sides faced field of neighbouring farms and the one he was closest too faced the road.

A hand shot out of the car window and the Lady returned the wave.

"Great, Joan is home, I was hoping she would be there for our first delivery." The Lady says with a lot of positively.

The sulky buggy bounced a little as the small Lady climbed on. Legs open wide her riding pants stretched tight. Black long boots and a riding helmet topped off a very neat and tidy equestrian look. She is a vision of a proper country Lady, confident and in charge.

"Tck-Tck, walk on." The Lady commands with a light whip of the reins. 

"Sowsf" Says the man not understanding what to do.

"Hmmm... this is an opportunity for learning pet. Hold still." The Lady carefully lining up the long stiff whip with his pale pink naked ass.

Fwoo-tsh, the whips makes a satisfying noise through the air and then in contact mid right buttock.

"Fseefs! Seeeefs!" cries the man.

"Yes pet, 'walk-on' means go forward in horsy speak." Enlightens the lady. 

"Walk on." The lady says softly, admiring the stripe of pink welt quickly forming on the pony man's ass. She thinks to herself it looks like a number one and fights the urge to make a pun.

The human pony lunges forward, tripping and scrambling under the weight of the cart and the odd footwear.

"Wow." The lady says pulling back on the reins.

The Pony man in a panic, tilts his head back and continues to struggle forward.

The Lady pulls on the break and arrests the cart. She lines him up again and gives his left buttock a diagonal.

"Sefeefs! Seefs-sfeefs!" The pony man cries again. But the searing pain halts all movement.

"Try to be a good pony pet. If I have to use the whip every time this is going to be a very long trip." The woman cautions.

"Sfeefessfe." The man whimpers.

"Walk on pet." The Lady says hopefully.

Her ponyboy walks forward and tries to walk down the driveway to the gate. The lady pulls the reins to the left and the man's head turns left but he continues straight.

"Wow." The lady pulls back on the reins but the cart does not slow. The slight down hill and the half on pony boots are making it hard for the man to stop.

The Lady pulls the break on once more and stops the cart.

Fwoo-tsh, the Lady give the man another one to make a roman numeral 2 on his right cheek. Fwoo-tsh she crosses the left cheek to make an X.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't clear obviously." The Lady swishes the whip over the mans head and he cowers.

"I pull left, you go left. I pull right you go right. I pull back you stop. I pull back again and you back up. You really are a stupid animal." The Lady getting a little frustrated but also enjoying wielding the power of the whip.

"Now lets try one more time." Fwoo-tsh "Back" The lady pulls back and lets off the break after a third stripe on the man's right cheek to reinforce the pet play rules.

"Good. Now Back and left." Fwoo-tsh, the Lady putting another strip on his left cheek.

"OK now with just the reins." Fwoo-tsh The Lady getting both cheeks with that one and pulling back and to the right.

The pony cart and pony boy circled backwards 180 degrees to end up at the front door.

"OK pet, stay." The Lady said in a commanding voice. 

"When I come back we will be exploring the whips potential on other parts of your body if you can't follow simple directions." The Lady sliding the tip of the whip between the man's legs and ticking his balls.

"Sfeefs!" Replied her pony boy.

The Lady returned from the house with two baskets of laundry and put them in the cart. With a "Tck-Tck" of her tongue and a harder than needed pull on the reins they were off down the drive.

The lady stopped her human pony cart beside the man's beached car. Lifting one of the wooden logs she wedged it under the front of the car against the tow ring and levered the car back a few centimetres. Three more levers and the car rolled on solid ground again. 

The Lady jumped into the drivers seat and backed the car out of the drive and parked it next to the wire fence bordering her farm.

"You know, I feel like taking a trip to town." The Lady taunted. "An hour or so of nice country trotting would do you good I think." 

The human pony trying to block out the thought of all the people watching him naked and bound up to the pony cart.

They trotted down the country lane and a motorbike buzzed past. The Pony man was chilled with fear and embarrassment, coak and balls thrashing from side to side as he trotted.

A few hundred meters and the man could see the main road. Not so busy on a Saturday morning but still a car every few seconds. A car full of people to see him as a naked human pet play thing.

A tug on the reins to the left had him trot up a drive. He saw that car from earlier. The Lady pulled him up close behind the car and tied his reins to the tow bar. 

"Oh my! The country air must agree with you pet." The Lady briefly grasping his impressive erection while holding the washing baskets under her other arm.

Ding-dong, the very loud doorbell rang dread into the pony man's ears. 'Who is this? What is going to happen? What will they do to me?' questions filled the man's head. 

The Thornapple tea had begun to loose effect and each passing moment brought questions upon questions as he struggled against the foggy memories of the last 12 hours of captivity.

"Joan!" The Lady greeted her neighbor. "Great to see you... I have some news."

The fretting ponyboy falling into a panic as the ladies go into the house to chat out of earshot, feeding that panic. 

Waiting naked and bound to the pony cart the man attempts to undo a buckle on his belt. His hands taped into fists he can grasp the belt with both hands but can't get the stiff leather strap out of the buckle. Fidgeting with the tac is taking his mind off what might be happening inside the house.

"Well Joan, as you saw... I took your advise and I picked up a freak on video chat. Frankly, I thought you were exaggerating about what they would do... but even trying to come up with things he wouldn't do just lead me to having more fun."

"Yes, honey. That's what I was telling you. That's how I got Kiki." Says Joan as Kiki sheepishly poked her head around the corner from the kitchen.

Kiki was south east Asian looking, exquisitely proportioned with soft well rounded features and lips, big brown eyes and glowing bronze skin. Sort of Malaysian Polynesian kind of look with a little of something else too. 

Last week at Joan's and Kiki's house the three women were having lunch together and Kiki was waiting on the two gossiping Ladies... ...Joan was waxing lyrical about what a joy it is every day to have someone like Kiki to take care of her. 

Joan explained how she gave Kiki her name after meeting at a D and S munch for the bi curios in Sydney. Joan had been flirting most of the night with this young half Asian looking girl... 

"...she said she wanted to try being a 'pleasure slave'. And I didn't know what she meant exactly but it sound like a wild idea to me." Recounted Joan.

Joan had come to the munch looking for someone to try an extended scene, perhaps for a week or so and had brought along a flask of Thorn apple tea and a slave contract to that end.

"I really was only thinking it would be nice to OWN someone completely for a few days... ...I think it has been almost seven months now..." Joan looking to Kiki for a confirming bow.

Joan continued to explain she gave Kiki her name that night... They both signed the contract sealing the deal with Kiki drinking the tea.

Later that night Kiki had surrendered her keys and purse and had taken Joan home, left a note to give notice and packed her things. 

The two had lived together for the last seven months as Mistress and slave girl never wanting to look back.

"I still have all that stuff, Kiki has never asked about it, but then she wouldn't." Said Joan.

"What do you mean, can't she speak English? How does she understand you?" The Lady asked.

"Oh, haha Hmmm Yeah. Kiki honey go and do something in the other part of the house for five minutes I want to talk about you to our neighbor." Joan said flippantly with a wave of her hand.

Kiki left the two Ladies to chat and took the dust buster down the hall to the bedroom.

"So, yeah... that night we were chatting away, I could not believe how hot this girl was... anyway we are chatting about this and that and she is telling me about finishing business school and Daddies company and bla bla bla about backpacking through Europe... and all could think of was shutting her up and getting her out of those clothes." Joan confided

"Oh, wow, you are naughty." The Lady getting more than a little turned on and trying to hide it with being fake turned on.

"So we are discussing what we want from a scene or a play partner or whatever and she's giving this huge shopping list of rights and rules and consultation and the more she goes on the more I think she is just playing around. I mean that's why I brought the tea, most of these little private school princesses are just trying to get Daddy's attention and will never go through with anything."

"The Tea?" the Lady asks.

"Oh you don't know about Thornapple Tea?" Joan looks surprised.

"You mean the weed?" The Lady asks.

"Yes, that spiky plant that grows everywhere there's wet around here. If you take the seed pod -- that spiky ball thing -- and you make Tea from it, the person that drinks the tea looses their free will for a few hours." Explained Joan.

"You're joking, aren't you?" The Lady now captivated and very aroused by Joan's story.

"Ow, it's all true. You have to keep an eye on the dose, no telling how strong the tea will come out, ...you have to sip a little yourself and measure how long it takes you to get light headed... about three to four times that for a similar sized person will zombie them up without any danger of overdose." Joan continued, seeing the look on the Lady's face she knew she would go for Joan's idea.

"I mean how, where did you, it's just a weed isn't it?" The Lady struggling with the idea of so much power just there for anyone to use, or misuse.

"I read about a festival while I was researching body piercing , Hindu I think, Kali devotees drink it to give themselves to the Goddess... anyway so you find a wannabe slave and you put them on the spot:

I said, you want to be a pleasure slave? Sign this agreement and drink from the sacred cup. I will call you Kiki. Kiki asked me what she should call me and I was just so sick of hearing that north shore accent I said; 'call me? You shall do no such thing. You speak when I want and you will be silent until I explicitly command you to do so.' 

Well, that was all Kiki needed to hear, she snatched the pen out of my hand, and wrote Kiki in big letters with hearts on the 'i's nodding profusely. It was very fun for a while, the first few days she didn't speak and we made love five or six times a day. After a while I thought it would be fun to let her talk, but make her pay for it as well. 

So I started giving her an allowance of $10 a week and the option to use it buy a word at $1 each. The first thing she said was 'This the best thing I've ever done, thank you.' I let her have the contraction so her first weeks pay was $1." Joan sitting back in her seat very satisfied with herself.

The Lady listening with predator like intensity

"Since then she has written me notes, Oh God, I mean they are just the fucken sexist thing I have ever seen. I swear each one just gets hotter." Joan continued.

"So, Kiki is your slave then?" The Lady enquired, knowing they were lovers and that Joan was in charge, but the perverse thrill this was giving her topped all that.

Joan nodded sincerely.

"Slave, lover, housekeeper, cook, body piercing model... anything I want." Joan with some more self satisfaction.

Before the Lady could even ask Joan was calling "KIKI!" who came out almost instantly.

"Kiki pet, go and put your chains on for our guest." Joan commanded.

Kiki disappeared down the hall and Joan continued the expose:

"Kiki's from a good background... I mean I never actually got her real name or anything but you can tell, apart from her voice and she slouched and that annoyed me. When she seemed open to the idea of me practicing some piercing on her I though I would go as far as I could... two birds with one stone if you will."

Kiki's entrance breaking Joan's monolog. 

"I'll hold that for you pet." Joan taking Kiki's pink satin kimono mini dress.

Kiki stood at attention, more than attention, back arched, amazing full round breasts thrust out, head back shoulders back, like an Olympic high diver beginning a run. Both nipples pierced by tiny silver shackles and a thin silver chain crisscrossing her back looping under her arms and linking both nipples before crossing around her back again and plunging down cutting across he perfectly round ass and disappearing between her thighs.

The Lady gasped. The beauty of this girl was astonishing and that she would just disrobe at the whim of her mistress was such a rush.

"Show her your butterfly pet." Joan coaxed.

Kiki maintaining perfect posture slipped both index fingers down and parted the lips of her pussy. The silver chains ran up the inside and looped through the hoop wings of a tiny silver butter fly clitoral piercing.

The body of the butterfly was the clitoris, squashed into a little pink oval, permanently engorged and erect inside the silver winged charm.

"The chains encourage Kiki to stand up straight. Slumping would pull quite a bit on one area or another." Joan letting her sadistic side show a little. "Take this an choose a number between one and four."

Joan handed the Lady a cylindrical white plastic controller with red lights and buttons. The Lady taking it and noticing Kiki's eyes following the device keenly.




The Lady Share Cropper Ch. 02



A small chirp from the controller and an odd shimmer sound as the remote control vibrator took hold of Kiki's clit chains.

"Please." Kiki said sheepishly before covering her mouth with both hands.

A raised eyebrow from Joan prompted Kiki to run over with tiny dainty steps to the chalk board above a little glass treasure chest and make a dash with white chalk.

Kiki's movements were severely constrained by the posture chains and the vibration was clearly having an effect. 

Kiki was settled into her life of serving and worshiping Joan, she was proud to be shown off but this was more intermate than anything she had done in front of others before. Mixed emotions swept across her naked ridged form.

Kiki fought to stay at attention, her fingers dancing around trying not to touch herself in front of their house guest. A hint of a sound came out and Kiki's hands darted back over her mouth lest she loose another in her word limit.

"She looks like she might be a little embarrassed by the thought of cumming in front of you honey." Said Joan.

The Lady studied Kiki's impossibly seamless bronze tan, she was a living art.

"Uh honey?" Joan reached out her hand for the remote.

A tear dripped down Kiki's face and she began to shiver. Her nipples ferociously hard. Her pussy starting to glisten. And then there it was, that face, slightly parted round engorged lips, eye lids low but eyes on fire, brows raised the dam was about to burst and Kiki was lost in the deepest sense. She had fallen into the sensation overtaking her entire being.

Cherp-cherp, Joan taped the remote instantly shutting down the little whirring egg dangling from Kiki's posture chains.

Kiki gasped. She was so close now a gentle breeze would have pushed into climax.

Joan held a finger up to her lips to indicate silence was needed. The Lady was beyond transfixed. The power exchange, the lack of inhibition, Kiki's delicious smooth naked skin, the posture bondage, the piercings... The Lady's mind washed into turmoil of wants and lust and micro fantasies about Joan and Kiki...

Joan watched the frozen two for a few moments, Kiki afraid to move, afraid to let go of this feeling but afraid to cum, to lay bare her last intimate possession. The Lady frozen in admiration in anticipation.

Joan got up and walked over behind the Lady's chair. Whispering:

"I know you want this... but Kiki is mine and I'm not ready to share just yet."

Kiki straining to hear her Mistresses words, just holding her balance was pulling on those piercings chains, slipping across her skin and tugging relentlessly on her nipples and clit ...now standing still wasn't enough to hold back the torrent.

"Kiki, that's enough!"

The stern tone of Joan's voice arresting the waves of crippling anticipation.

"Get cleaned up in the bathroom and rejoin us in your robe without your chains please."

Kiki Took a few very small steps with perfect posture and grace before stopping next to the Lady.

"Something wrong pet?" Joan asked.

Kiki shook here head with tiny movements. The posture chains that ran across her shoulders ran up her neck and around a string of ear piercings holding her head and shoulders back and chin up.

"Ow, you would like to thank the Lady? Well, go on, give her a kiss on each hand and then off with you." Joan smiling through her exploration of this new potential dynamic.

Kiki stepped beside the Lady's lounge chair and sank to a kneeling position in a yoga like move of grace and control. Waiting for the Lady to present her hand.

The Lady watching this creature, now in no doubt of her own bi sexual leanings presented her hand.

Kiki took her right hand with both hands palm up like a pedestal and kissed the Lady's hand softly but passionately.

The Lady gasped uncharacteristically, this moment was without par in her life.

Kiki gave her left hand equal attention before Joan shooed her off to her changed.

"So I really think you should do it." Joan said, revealing the real reason she had invited the Lady over.

"Oh?" the Lady turning bright red at the thought of having sex, with Kiki, another woman, that she hardly knew.... 

"Sure. You need to get a play pet of your own." Joan clarified.

The Lady too embarrassed to speak.

"Honey, you need sex. I mean I have known you for a few months now and never seen anyone out there with you. You need sex, it's a health issue." Joan making light of what had become an awkward situation.

"Um, ah..." The Lady senseless with lust right now, the scent of Joan standing over her starting to feel like a real option.

"I didn't tell you my story for nothing. Jump into a video chartroom, find a wannabe slave, ...someone looking for a challenge or a dare or something... toy with them until you're sure they're into what you want them to do and invite them over for some tea."

"Hmmm, Uh?" The Lady still struggling to take in what she is hearing.

"I'll guide you pet, it's OK. You clearly like the arrangement I have..."

"Well, uh, ummmm... ...it's just that... I've never..." The Lady struggling to be polite.

"Done it with a woman... well that's obvious... or do you mean Dominatrix?" Joan being overly helpful.

"Both." Confirmed the country Lady.

"Look honey, you can't deny you want to do it... and it's just about being honest about what you want. For the sub, they can't express that they want someone to own them, guide them, use them for maximum pleasure, but they want it all the same...." Joan sounding very practiced and more than a little convincing.

"You need some incentive? Ok, if you get a slave out to your house I will give you $10." Joan keeping the tone light. 

"Hell, ride them over here naked like a horse and I'll give you $1000" Joan said seriously.

"Joan, really." The Lady said dismissively.

"Look pet, I have the money, since Kiki's been with me... I have the money and Kiki would enjoy the variety I think." Joan said reassuringly.

"I just feel, umm like, I could use $1000 but, are you sure... it's a lot of money Joan." The Lady hedged.

"OK pet, look here's the deal, I want to see you as happy as I am, Kiki and I are. ...and I want to share the load of being in charge sometimes ...and I see that you want this, like I did before I went out and into the scene. So, to ease your guilt, the deal is: meet a masochist online, video chat is the quickest way, give them a challenge to find you out here (don't make it too hard), make him jump through some hoops and then drink your tea. Ride him over here naked like a horse and there's your $1000. Ow and I want to see pictures. ...online."

The Lady was enthralled, but the whole thing seemed... well... she didn't know what it seemed. "But Kiki?" The Lady said without knowing what it was she wanted to say.

"That's cute pet. OK, for Kiki, you can get your slave to do some of our ironing and then everyone's getting something."

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The pony man stood outside as the Ladies talk, hard-on slowly deflating with rising anxiety. 

Kiki walks out in her satin mini kimono wrap dress with a glass of lemonade. Cupping her hand carefully she pours a little for the Man to lap up.

Kiki takes the reins and leads the Man into the open sided covered work space behind the house. Kiki brushes the man with her satin robe, keeping him very close as she walks him slowly around the side.

The man's hard-on blisteringly returns and he struggles to walk, pull the cart and lap up the lemonade while drinking in as much as Kiki's gorgeous form as possible.

He needn't have made so much effort as the workspace contained five statues of Kiki in the most impossibly erotic poses and expressions. The three women study him shackled to the pony cart naked with an Olympic boner.

---End of part two---

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