The Farm Ch. 14 - Epilogue

Five months later

On a sunny East Texas Friday in early May Katie sat in a chair on the third story porch of her townhouse watching the day begin. As with every business day it commenced with the usual flow of traffic and people bustling by as they headed off to their various destinations. Katie had just showered and dressed for work. Because the temperatures were perfect, she wanted her breakfast outside. Once at work she knew there would be no time to enjoy the fresh air. Today was going to be a busy one at the office and most likely a long one. At precisely seven o'clock her slave appeared dressed only in a button down shirt that hung open. He smiled jubilantly when he saw her looking up at him. His cock, thick and long jutted straight out and vibrated with every step.

"Breakfast is served Mistress," he said bringing her the food she wanted.

"Mmmmm, I love this thing," she said grabbing a hold of his shaft and plunging her mouth over it. About half of his cock disappeared down her throat.

"I'm glad you do," Travis said smiling. "It's all yours."

"It sure is my beautiful slave. It sure is. Come," she patted on the vacant seat. "Come, sit with me. The dishes can wait until after we're through."

Travis joined his mistress, kissing her affectionately on the column of her neck.

Looking up at the Carolina blue sky he exclaimed, "It's nice out here!"

"It is," Katie replied. "Bring your food out. I want you to join me."

Seconds later he sat and dug into his bowl of cereal. "I have to finish my final in Calc 2 by noon," he said when halfway through his bowl.

"Are you ready for it?"

"Travis grinned. Piece of cake. I think I'll do just fine."

Katie grinned. "Hope so. You know I won't be happy with anything less than an A."

"I'll do just fine," he said quietly. "I know this stuff."

"Then text me when you're done. Better yet; take a screenshot of your grade and send it to me."

"Sure."

The two looked across the street at the commotion that halted their conversation. A man and woman were arguing adamantly about something.

"That won't ever be us," Travis commented.

"No it won't," Katie answered while watching the fiasco. "At least for your sake it better not happen."

Grinning he looked over. His mistress watched the couple intently. "You know, I almost forgot to tell you. It was a year ago today when I left Connecticut and took the bus to Maine to start my hike on the AT. Mr. Kennedy drove me to the Greyhound terminal. I really liked him. He was such a nice man," Travis said thoughtfully.

"You've had quite the year, Travis."

"I sure have." He sat quietly and let his mind drift off to another places. Thinking back his mind went to the pretty Rachel and to the incident in the hall when he scattered her books across the hallway floor. That incident seemed so far away and yet remained so vivid in his memory. It was that mishap combined with his loneliness for a female friend while a high school senior that motivated him to reach out to an online 'friend'. That friend of course turned out to be Tianna from DC who only friended him because she had other intentions. Those two women changed the course of his life.

Rachel happened to come from an upper middle-class family and one whose philosophical bent on life believed women were to be regarded as superior. It was Rachel who first brought him to his knees and made him lick her ass and eventually her pussy. It was Rachel who seeded the thought that boys were born to serve girls. But it was Rachel's mother who nurtured that seed. She was the one who lovingly cultivated Travis' submissiveness. Mrs. Kennedy saw who in Travis who he really was. She was the one who lovingly teased his cock along with Rachel and Nikki that spring afternoon. It was Mrs. Kennedy who first made him clean her pussy after using the bathroom. It was Mrs. Kennedy who reached out with so much love and generosity. It was Mrs. Kennedy who explained what it meant to be a submissive boy and did so in a way that made him want to be 'that boy' to her daughter Rachel.

At the same time Tianna impacted his life in other significant ways. She came across as the dominant, no nonsense female figure during that impactful spring. She was the one who demanded he send her pornographic pictures of his cock. She was the one who required their internet-relationship to be one that where 'you do this for me' or we are through'. She was the one who suggested Rachel lock him up. She was the one who required him to hike with a display cage.

Tianna along with Rachel and Mrs. Kennedy had formed the perfect trio and together transformed Travis from an ordinary boy to one who found immense value serving women. They had opened his mind in so many ways and continued to do so throughout his trek south from Maine.

But then there was Katie, Tianna's college roommate. She decided to strike up a friendship during his hike. Travis and Katie had clicked ever since adana escort he received her first email. Travis had fallen for her to the same degree Katie had fallen for him. Travis loved the way she interacted with him. She was different. She wrote beautifully composed emails and in those letters he saw her intelligence and to some degree the depth of her personality. He also learned she was a beautiful woman, having been the second runner-up in last year's Miss Texas pageant.

Katie however turned out to be his savior. If it hadn't been for her, Travis would have graduated from The Farm's training program months ago and most likely be serving some mistress in another part of the country. It was Katie's concern for his welfare that she had paid for his release after Jordy and Travis had been loaded in one of The Farm's transport vehicles. It was because of Katie that he was able to finish his hike to Springer Mountain in Georgia. It was because Katie hadn't purchased Jordy's freedom that he ended up at The Farm and met Jenny.

"What's going through your head?" Katie asked. She had been watching him for more than a minute.

"I was thinking back over the last year. I'm so glad you found me."

"I am too."

"I was just thinking that if you hadn't stopped that truck when you did, I probably would now be in some other place serving another woman."

"Any regrets?"

"I couldn't imagine being with someone else, so no, no regrets at all; I was meant to be yours."

"Yes you were," she said looking stunningly beautiful. "You were meant for me." Katie could feel her pussy moistening at the thought. She did own him. She owned every aspect of who he this handsome guy. He belonged to her. "Clean up my breakfast dishes and come to the bedroom. I need a quickie."

Travis beamed and jumped to his feet. His quick response caused her to giggle.

"What?" He asked innocently.

"On nothing. Just clean up. Put everything on the counter and come to my bedroom."

Thirty seconds later Travis lay on his back in the middle of their bed. He was naked of course and his cock, now thicker than before, protruded vertically up from his groin. Magnificent balls hung from below his fabulous shaft, courtesy of Dr. Richardson. They were balls that both Katie and Travis had become most fond of. Not only did the doc enhance them to the point of them becoming veritable cum machines but she also performed a partial fasciotomy on his penis.

Layla had assured Katie he wouldn't end up as big as Bobby but he'd be thicker than before. And she was so right in her prediction. A month after the surgery and after coming out of his bindings he swelled for the first time in weeks. Layla remembered giggling almost uncontrollably when Katie reacted to that first post-surgical erection.

"Oh my god, my god, my god!" she had squealed. "When can I fuck him!"

"You can fuck your slave right now if you want."

And so she had. She slammed his meaty ten-incher inside her soaking pussy until there was no more of him to take. And then she rode him until he came spewing bucket loads of cum that filled her pussy and then poured out. He came so profusely his cum ended up running down his shaft and coating his balls. Best of all, he had become the best of fucks!

But today Katie was short on time. Plunging down on his shaft she fucked him for maybe five minutes before telling him, "Hurry, I want you to cum. I need some dessert after my breakfast," she teased.

Travis' body responded and in seconds he felt the tension rising in his massive balls. "I'm getting real close."

Quickly Katie popped of his shaft, spun around and nestled over his slick Popsicle, now saturated in her juices. With her cunt glued to his mouth she bobbed her head up and down. Katie loved blowing this thicker version of Travis. His cock felt substantial, not voluminously so, but really impressive. And he was long -- almost a foot long and he felt so god damn good -- both inside her pussy and in her mouth. She held him with both hands. His cock felt warm and hard and soft and veiny all at the same time. Milking his shaft with her tongue and taking him all the way down her throat again and again finally did the trick.

She watched his tennis-sized balls rise and felt his cock suddenly expand.

"Ugh!" Travis grunted.

"Mmmmmm," Katie cooed. Absorbing the explosion of cum that hit the back of her throat. Swallowing once, twice, three, four, five times in succession Katie downed each ropey gift. Each spurt felt as if it could fill a shot glass. God this boy's' cock knew how to cum! Although she had gotten better at handling the enormous increase in his emission, lots still driveled out the edges of her mouth and fell in glops to the base of his meaty pole.

"Oh Travis," she exclaimed. "I don't ever tire of eating your cream! I love it!"

Katie spun around and planted a sopping wet and creamy kiss on his lip that made eskişehir escort him grin once more. His face was now coated in his juices. "Was it tasty?" He asked grinning.

"Never better. Nice and sweet. Just the way I love it." Katie bounced off and out of the bed and stood. "On your knees. Quick, I don't have much time and all that cum made me horny. Make me cum."

Travis knelt and Katie mounted his face and sunk her already-aroused pussy tight against his mouth. They both closed their eyes and enjoyed what would be a powerfully bonding next few minutes. While drinking the concoction of their melded juices he licked her to several rapid climaxes, each of which might have woken the neighbors, and all of which made her feel loved, adored, worshipped and full of life.

Travis had become so adept with his cunnilingual skills. Katie had personally taught him (along with Kamelah's help) and during the course of that tutelage at The Farm, Travis had swiftly learned what it was she loved and needed most. Katie served as Travis' supervising mistresses during that part of his training. For the final four weeks she served as his mistress and he as her slave. Although her plan was to stay for only a week, Debra was able to pull some strings with Katie's employer. In the end she was granted an extended time away in what amounted to an FMLA leave. What Deb was able to arrange with her company's human resources office she never learned but the fact that she was given twelve weeks off allowed Katie to experience The Farm to its fullest.

After that first week, Katie reluctantly gave Travis to Mistress Jacqueline and took on another slave. It was Diana who persuaded her this would be best for Travis. What Diana hadn't told Katie at the time was just how revered Mistress Jacqueline was by her peers. Jackie was a skilled mistress and under her guided-hand, brought out Travis' slave-traits to their fullest. By the time she was through with him Travis was indeed a different boy. He came back to Mistress Katie having so much more to offer. He came back to her a slave and one who craved his beautiful mistress' control. By the time he finished his training, his mind had become firmly solidified into the mindset of the slave he would forever be.

"Oh God, that felt good. Hmmm, I love how you make my pussy feel." She pushed him away and ran to the bathroom. Travis moved to the door and waited on his knees for her to finish.

"OK, you can come in."

Upon opening the door, he found her standing. Coming to her pussy, he lapped at her remaining wetness until all remnants of her pee were gone and then left. It had become one of their many staple routines.

"Now go and get your cage." She pointed to the dresser.

Travis returned and watched her work the retaining ring on and then slowly fit the cock-cage over his still aroused member. It took some time and persistence to shrink him down but her persistent pressure against his head did the trick. Slowly the watched as his ten inches soon was reduced to a little more than two. With one final push she secured the small Master Lock in place and snapped it shut.

"There we go!" she said and kissed his manhood through the bars. That will keep you good and snuggly until I get back home."

Katie smiled and then kissed her slave. Both still had cum coating the interior surfaces of their mouth.

"Don't forget, we have a dinner date with friends at seven," she reminded.

"I'll be ready."

"Good because I may have to work late."

They embraced and Katie left after planting several more sensuous kisses on his lips and giving his balls a firm, and loving squeeze.

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A few miles just to the east and outside the busy Dallas beltway, Tyaja had just woken. Because she had a career in music and was so highly regarded, she could pretty much dictate her work schedule. Because she was a night-owl Ty almost never committed to appointments that were first-thing in the morning and to day had been no exception.

Besides tending to her career she had the additional responsibility of training two gorgeous slaves. Ty slept in a king sized bed and last night she shared that bed with the sultry Laysha. According to the calendar established at the beginning of the year, this was Laysha's week to sleep with her mistress.

Ty stretched, her svelte and curvaceous body arching and reaching overhead. She glanced to one side and smiled. Kneeling over by the way was the ever-beautiful Lisa.

"Good morning slave," Ty said sleepily.

"Ahhhh," Lisa replied. It was all she could say. The spider gag's spreader bar forced her mouth wide apart and the extensions welded to either side of the 2" O-ring pressed the gag deep into her mouth. Although she could vocalize 'ah' sounds, she could not form a single coherent word.

"Ahhhhh," Lisa groaned. "ahhhhhhh," she moaned again a few seconds later.

Ty grinned knowing sakarya escort she had been tormented like this for the entire night.

Just before bedtime Ty had ordered Laysha to strap her fellow slave to the soft leather cushions.

"You know how we do this," Laysha had said. Already having buckled the spider gag in place she pointed to the V shaped padded arms elevated just a few inches above the carpet. Lisa knelt with one shin on each arm. Cinching and buckling three leather straps over each thigh Laysha forced her fellow slave's legs apart to mirror the V she knelt upon. She wouldn't be going anywhere until morning.

"I know you're going to love this part," she cooed. Producing a cherry-red egg she pressed it against her already moistened center. "In you go." Laysha said watching the egg disappear inside her pussy. Only a wire could be seen exiting her slit. Connecting the opposite end to its power source she flipped the switch. Within seconds the egg began working it's magic.

"Ahhhhhh, ahhhhhh, ahhhhh" Lisa kept repeating. Each ten second surge aroused her desire and soon she was wriggling and squirming futilely to the egg's exquisite sensations.

Laysha stood and looked down at her helpless body. Strings of drool trickled out from the opening in the gag and settled on her breasts. With wondering eyes Lisa looked up at her peer. She was equally beautiful and she could see her pussy dripped in anticipation for what Tyaja might want from her tonight.

Just as Lisa's first orgasm was about to culminate, Ty walked returned from the bedroom and stood naked next to Laysha. They both looked on as Lisa's body shuddered in delightful torment. When her climax passed Ty stepped to within a few inches of her slave's gagged face and snapped her finger.

Lisa pressed her nose into her pussy and Ty fucked it for several seconds. "I love watching you," she said after stepping way. "Laysha," Ty ordered, "I want her elbows bound and get the bowl in place."

"Yes mistress," she said hurrying to place the metal bowl in the crotch of the V just below Lisa's now dripping pussy. Running around behind she slid both of Lisa's hands up and into the two holes of the leather arm binders. Upon drawing them tight the binders pulled the voluptuous shoulders of the slave back and pressed her breasts forward. It made her appear all the more erotically sexy.

When Laysha was through she was ordered between Tyagi's thighs. "Come, I want to watch my bitch-slave cum while you make me do the same. Lick slave!" She ordered.

Ty reclined in the bedroom loveseat situated opposite Lisa's bound body. Pulling Laysha's face to her sex she felt her soft tongue linger at her entrance and then dive deep in her hole. Ty groaned in delight and was soon moaning just as often as Lisa was helplessly and futilely 'ahhhing'.

Pulling the dark skinned slave tight against her pussy Ty arched and came. "Uggggghhh!" She fucked her face ferociously while the peak of her orgasm brewed. When she was through she relaxed her helps.

Still gripping Laysha's hair she commanded, "Just lick me but don't make me cum. I just want you there."

Laysha softly kissed and traced soft lines in, around and over her pussy and clit. Every now and again she'd twiddle her tongue against her mistress's swollen clitoris. It was just enough stimulation to make her moan. Ty responded by softly stroking her slave's cheek in appreciation.

Both slaves had been taught how Ty wanted her pussy and ass eaten. There were times when she wanted it hard and fast. Then again, she sometimes wanted them to spend 30 or 40 minutes ministering to her sex and bringing her to a slow but explosive climax. There were times when Mistress Ty needed a slave to face-fuck or use one to eat her ass. And then there were these times. Laysha often thought of these as snuggle times. These times were the best. This was when she could worship her mistress' pussy. These were the times when it could be here, all alone with the goddess she craved to serve. And with Lisa helpless and moaning and off to one side Laysha listened while one orgasm after another racked her helpless body. She could do nothing. She couldn't partake in what Laysha could and knowing this made this time worshipping her pussy all the more special.

"OK, time for bed," Ty said now fully relaxed. "No more out of you my sweet slave goddess," she instructed Lisa. "You can't help but cum all night long but keep those feelings to yourself." Cupping Lisa's cheeks in both hands she pressed her tongue between the O of the gag and wiggled it around. "Make lots of juice for me," she said looking down into the bowl that was ever so slowly filling.

Laysha climbed in when Ty invited her. Together they made out for the longest while. Their hands explored one another's' body. Kissing, hugging, holding, caressing and frigging, mistress and slave made love. Laysha brought her master to several orgasms, all while allowing her mouth and body to be violated by her black Adonis.

When Ty rolled out of bed the following morning she walked past Lisa's tired and overstimulated cunt. The vibrator still surged on, relentlessly torturing her to one ecstatic climax after another. Not being able to vocalize the waves of passion she felt every few minutes made the night seem never ending.