Mistress Owner’s Ponyboy Slave
More Submissen art.
“Forget speaking. I may allow you to praise me. But your eyes reveal your heart. Fear, love, gratitude, worship, the proper emotions of a lesser creature.”
She cracked her whip. He jumped. She laughed. Not cruelly. With simple pleasure in her power.
“Forget your name. You will never doubt when I am speaking to you. Slaves do not need distinct identities. Owned men exist only in relationship to their Owners. As yourself you are nothing. As my servant you are everything a man needs to be.”
She caressed his hair; he trembled. Long before bringing him to the farm, Mistress put him in chastity. Giving her orgasms without having his own was one of the tests.
She never doubted his submissiveness. Some men can only partially surrender. They reserve part of themselves separately. Secretly prize their ego. They can be fun. She wanted more, a man whose need to live as her possession freed him of egotism.
Doing chores made him happy. Years of anguish from un discerned submissiveness yielded to a sense of place and purpose. To be at her side or below her knees and fulfill her wishes.
Weary of thinking of himself; he found renewal in thinking of her.
She watched him struggle with lust. Natural appetites. She did not despise his desires. She required a man who could transcend conventional erotic pleasure.
The taste of her boots, the sting of her lash replaced lovemaking. Whippings hurt. He was not a masochist who transformed pain into pleasure. But the days after whippings, even with fresh scars, were joyous.
His tears made her smile. That became his orgasm.
Finding him worthy, she took him to a small ranch. Nothing grew there. No one lived nearby. The next step required isolation.
He became a ponyboy. Sleeping in the barn was a shock. He had grown use to Mistress’ nearness. He wept the first night.
“Don’t cry, silly thing. I am here. Animals do not sleep indoors.”
She rode him twice daily. Shortly after breakfast and in late afternoon.
Sometimes beating him fiercely on buttocks and back, she made him run. He returned to the barn exhausted. His endurance and stamina increased.
For a month he lived as her ponyboy slave. Her vacation ended.
She knows he is worth keeping. His adoration adds sweetness to her days. Servile, he rarely burdens her with a need to supervise. No man better anticipates his Mistress Owner’s desires.
Both yearn to revisit the farm. Living openly as Owner and owned. He wants to feel her lash driving him on. She to watch his every muscle straining to please her.