****** Country Living 2 by Razi ******
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Country Living 2


Before that standard disclaimer that almost nobody pays attention to:

Thank you to Kunning Linguist, for inspiring and collaborating and being a
sounding board and most of all thank you for being a teacher, confidant and
friend. "Plant a seed, nurture it and it will grow!"


This story contains: BDSM (D/s) whatever you choose to call it and Hetero sex.

This is a work of two. (Truth or fiction... you decide.) Please do not post
elsewhere with out the permission of the author.

It has been almost a year since we moved into this big old house and almost a
year since my very first lesson at the tree. You still use it when needed and
have taught me many valuable lessons under the protection of its shade. Not
once have I ever regretted submitting to you, for you have always been firm yet
gentle with me. You have developed a way of making me push my limits and
surpass them, without me even knowing what I have done.

I managed to convince you that the stable needed some repairs and you have
worked diligently to finish. You asked me to get into the car that you had a
surprise for me. You know how I can't resist surprises so I skip to the car
like a child about to get a new toy. We drive for a good hour and then you turn
the car into a long driveway. We get out of the car and you introduce me to the
gentleman standing before us. He shakes my hand and asks us to follow him. We
walk to his stables and go inside.

There is one horse in the stable and she managed to steal my heart at first
sight. I walk over to her and pet her. I cannot help but expressing how
beautiful she is. I tell you that she talks to me and you laugh out loud. She
is a deep chestnut brown with flecks of white through out her mane and tail.
Her eyes are a deep brown and seem to go on forever. I tell the gentleman that
he is very lucky and that this horse is a treasure and that she should be
cherished. He smiles and looks at you. You nod yes at him and he tells me that
he agrees, but I should be the one to appreciate such a treasure and cherish
her always. I turn and look at you and you simply say "Surprise."

I throw my arms around you and place a million kisses on your face, I proceed
to praise you and tell you how wonderful you are. The gentleman has led her
away and placed her in a trailer for travelling to our home.

We return and await Cherishes arrival. I am beaming. I ready everything for her
and once she arrives I refuse to leave her alone and make you stay with us in
the stable all night. As morning breaks we rise and you tell me that we should
give her some exercise. You dress her in all her tack and decide that I should
ride and that you will walk beside us. I mount Cherish and we proceed into the
woods just south of the property. You know I love it there. You know it is the
place that I go to when I need some time to think or reflect. We reach a
clearing and I tell you that I want to stay there for I while. I dismount and
hand you Cherishes lead. You quickly check her and see that she appears fine so
you tie her off to a tree. I sit with my back resting against a tree and you
lay your head in my lap.

I stroke your hair and tell you how much I love you. You smile. I lean over and
kiss you gently on the forehead. Cherish begins to stir and I jump up to see
what is wrong with her, not for a moment thinking of you. Your head hits the
ground as I check on my horse. It seems a lizard on her lead has spooked her
and I hush her and tell her how silly she is. I turn to see you standing there,
rubbing the back of your head. You are not happy; I have seen that look before.
I apologize to you. You seem dismayed that I would put a horse above you after
all of my training at the tree and as I reach out to rub your head you grab my
wrist and give it a firm twist that immediately drops me to the loamy floor in
front of you.

You tell me to retrieve the horse and walk her back to the stable and to wait
for you there. I know better than to question you when you are angry, but your
tone or lack of it confuses me. I open my mouth to speak, but you simply point
at Cherish. I turn and take her lead from the tree and begin my walk back to
the stable. As I reach the edge of the clearing I look over my shoulder at you.
You are staring in my direction and I can feel your glare burning a hole into
my back. I quickly look away and continue home.

Once back at the stable I remove all of the horse's gear and place her back
into her stall. I sit on an old wooden bench and await your arrival. I try to
think of the right thing to say to you when you arrive, but nothing seem right
at this moment.

You arrive and still have a look of annoyance on your face like none I have
seen before. You ask me for my excuses and I giggle. My nervousness has made me
do so, but I know that it will win me no favor in your eyes. I blurt out
apologies that seem less than sincere at the moment and you walk right pass me
into another room. You return to the doorway and I notice that you have a new
crop in one hand and a brush in the other. You order me to stand and undress
and once done I am to come to you. You turn back into the room. I walk to the
doorway and I look at you like you have gone mad. You have never ordered me
undressed and I am not sure if you are serious or if you are testing me to see
just how far I can be pushed. I remember for a minute you saying to me, (about
a week after my first lesson at the tree) that there would be times when you
would push me and test me, but I could not seem to judge if this was to be one
of those times.

I'm still standing in the doorway and you say, "Did I not ask you to come here?
Did I not ask you to undress?" to both I respond simply "Yes."

This has annoyed you even further and you walk over to me and your glare alone
forces me to my knees. You grab my blouse at the collar and in one fell swoop
rip it open and my breasts fall free. The crop rises and a sudden burn falls
across my exposed chest. A tear rolls down my face and I realize that you are
indeed serious and that I need to quickly remember my place. I speak not a word
as you grab me and pull me to my feet. Once again you tell me to remove my
clothes and this time I do not hesitate to do it. I stand there naked in front
of you and you place the brush in my hand.

"Now go and brush your precious horse." I know that look even if I still am
confused at the tone you have adopted.

"Yes Sir," I say as I head back towards Cherish. I begin at her head and place
two or three small kisses on her nose. I whisper to her how pretty she is and
you tell me to be quiet and do the job. I continue brushing the upper of the
horse, trying to avoid bending and exposing myself to you. I know that I
eventually must, but I also know what is to come when I do. Finally I can avoid
it no longer and I bend to brush Cherishes fore legs. As I do I hear the crop
rise and hear it cut through the air. I wait to feel it hit but it doesn't. I
know better than to look at you with question in my eyes so I continue to groom
Cherish.

Again I hear you shifting your weight and hear the crop rise into the air. This
time the fall makes contact with my ass and I cry out from the sting of the
leather on my flesh. I continue in my task, as you continue to rise and fall
the crop against my flesh, I'm trying so hard not to show you any emotion, but
you know what you are doing and you know that before too long, I will lose my
ability to concentrate.

I move to the back quarter of the horse and start to groom her there. I brush
her tail and then proceed to bend and brush her legs. I can feel you standing
right behind me. You reach out and caress the marks left on my ass from the ten
quick strikes I have already received. Cherish is stirring and I hush her
again. She seems to quiet and I continue to groom her. A low moan escapes me as
you continue following the map of marks upon me and I back into you. You trace
a line down my ass and to the inside of my thigh. You rub your hand over the
entrance to my pussy and you are not surprised to find that I am very wet. You
continue to rub until you notice a difference in my pitch and then you seek out
my clit and apply gentle pressure to it. I catch my breath hard as you linger
there and then yelp as a hard pinch wakes my senses and shakes me free from
falling too far into my want to be fucked. You pull your hand away and notice
that I have now finished with Cherish. The brush lay semi buried in the hay at
my feet. You allow me to stand but I am still not permitted to turn and face
you. I am careful to keep my eyes on the floor as you press yourself into me.
Your hands come from behind and begin to explore me. You place small kisses on
the nape of my neck and trail your tongue up to just below my ear. As with
every lesson, every scene, every moment, you whisper "Do you trust me?" I
swallow hard and nod as I say, "You know I do Sir."

My body is on fire for want of you. I can feel your hard cock straining against
your pants. Your hands are now roaming over my breasts and you are rolling my
nipples between thumb and fore finger. I can feel the buckle of your belt
digging into my back as you make sure that I am frenzied enough to not only
want you, but need you as well. Cherish sounds her disapproval at our intrusion
and you lead me to another stall that you have somehow managed to prepare.

I look around and see that you have put a lot of work into this. There is fresh
hay on the floor of the stall and blankets from the house folded neatly in the
corner. You leave me standing there in awe and you take two of the blankets and
spread them out over the hay. You instruct me to lay on my back on the blankets
and as I do you pull my collar out from beneath the hay. (You never make me
wear the collar outside of the house.) You place it around my neck and I notice
that there is now a chain attached to it. This is new to me and my eyes have
widened. You tug on the chain to ensure that the collar is attached securely
and are pleased that it is. You drape the chain on an old hook that you found
in the wall, making sure to leave enough slack so that I may move my head and
not lack any air. You next wrap ropes around my wrists and tie them to the
beams of the stall. You wrap my ankles with rope and attach them to rings that
you have placed in the floor of the stall. To your surprise I am still able to
bring my knees together and you say "Well that will just not do." You search
for more rope and wrap it around my thigh just above my bent knees. You wrap
the rope around the beams and gently pull the ropes so that I am left
completely splayed and open to you, with no way to close my legs or escape you.
Once satisfied with my position you tie off the ropes and stand over me
admiring your work.

You lie on the floor and kiss me deeply. I know that I am about to be pushed
and you sense that I have become a bit nervous. You ask me if I am all right
and I tell you I am fine. You position your self at my breast and begin tracing
my nipple with your tongue. It was already hard and standing tall, but your
tongue seems to have made it stretch out further and I can feel it tighten even
more. You linger and tease it for a good five minutes and then gently scrape it
with you teeth before you leave it and proceed to taunt the other in the same
fashion. I moan as you do. I am wriggling under you. And you know that the
sensation of being able to see and smell you, and having you touch me, but me
not being able to reciprocate would surely drive me insane. You are tracing the
outline of my breasts with your fingers, flowing across my chest from one to
the other as you begin to trace a trail down over my stomach with your tongue.
You linger just under my navel and flick your tongue along that imaginary line
from my navel to just above my clit. You are careful not to touch my clit with
your tongue and each time you trace up and back down you come just a little
closer to it, yet remain what seems a mile away. I'm begging you to touch it,
but you continue to deny me. You instead trace around it and trace just inside
the opening of my pussy. I am so wet that the juices have begun to form a wet
spot on the blanket under me. You lap your tongue over the opening and I
struggle against the ropes to thrust upward in an attempt to entice your tongue
deep into me. Each time I do you pull your face away and wait for me to settle.
You know that I am about to lose control and you choose not to warn me this
time. You want to see if I have learned anything from my lessons past. You
plunge your tongue into me and you use that combination of dart, flick and suck
that you know I love. You have now forced me beyond control and I cum, without
asking and without you allowing me to. As the wave passes you pull your face
away and kiss me on the mouth. I taste myself on your lips and as you break the
kiss I apologize to you. You say nothing as you once again have crop in hand
and I see the disappointment in your face. You raise the crop in full view and
I prepare to feel it lash across my breasts. You however have a different plan
and I howl as it falls firmly in three strokes on my exposed swollen clit. You
drop the crop and undress in front of me. You position yourself so that your
cock sits upon my mouth and is supported by my pouty bottom lip. I want so much
to suck it, but I will not even try unless you first thrust it into my mouth. I
wait, the smell of your sex fills me and finally you signal that I can have
what it is I want so badly. I open my mouth and you thrust into it. I wrap my
lips around your cock and begin to suck. I flick my tongue around its head and
then draw it into the back of my mouth until it reaches the back of my throat.
You want more and I know you do. You will not be happy this time until you are
ball deep. You tell me to relax and I try my best to comply. You thrust your
cock into my throat and as I gag you thrust in deeper and hold it there. For a
second I panic, not able to draw breath and just as I feel like I might gag
around it again you withdraw it. A few more licks and sucks and you again push
yourself deep into my throat and this time I accept it with ease.

You leave me wanting to drink of you and position yourself between my legs. You
enter me with one thrust and take me with unusual force. You have never just
simply fucked me, but that is exactly what you are doing now. None of your
usual tenderness. No sweet whispers, just sex. You are bringing me nearer to
orgasm and this time I ask your permission to release. You deny me and say,
"You had your turn now it's mine." You thrust harder into me trying to make me
disobey you, trying to make me earn another lesson from you. You know that you
do not ever need a reason to teach me, yet you seem to enjoy it a lot more when
you feel that there is something that I need to learn or some infraction that
you feel necessary to correct. I can tell by your determined thrusts that you
are near your orgasm and I try again to gain permission to cum with you. You
simply say "No," and I once again try to control the intensity of the
sensations I am feeling. I feel you shake as you cum inside of me and I thank
you for giving it to me. Once you have regained your composure, you release my
now shaking legs from their bonds and release my arms as well. I reach up to
release my collar and you pull my hand away. I look up at you and can see over
your shoulder that it is now dark outside. You are putting your clothes back on
and I am wondering why you have not allowed me to do the same. You yawn and
stretch and tell me how tired you suddenly have become and that you think it
time you got some sleep. I ask you to release me from the hook on the wall and
you ask me why.

"Well how else am I to join you in bed?" I ask.

"You don't," you say as a look of dismay comes over me. "You will spend the
night here with your precious Cherish and when I return to you in the morning I
want tell me which of us you would rather spend the night with and why?"

You lean over and kiss me gently on the forehead and tell me that you love me.
I smile and tell you that I love you as well. I still do not believe that you
will leave me here to sleep and expect your next move to be that act of
removing me from the hook and leading me to our house and to our bed. You stand
up tall and say good night to me, you turn and walk to the door of the stable.
You ignore my cries and my pleadings, turn off the light and close the door
leaving me in the darkness.


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