Allison's Trainingby Jennifer Campbell
Allison and Nick have been together for a while, but the relationship is strained, as the self-absorbed Allison feels her man is changing. He invites her to spend a weekend at his family's horse farm in the wilds of Maine, and as a former equestrian in college, Allison is excited to get back in the saddle again. On the drive up they play an erotic game of dominance… See more details below
Allison and Nick have been together for a while, but the relationship is strained, as the self-absorbed Allison feels her man is changing. He invites her to spend a weekend at his family's horse farm in the wilds of Maine, and as a former equestrian in college, Allison is excited to get back in the saddle again. On the drive up they play an erotic game of dominance that makes Allison wonder about her man and herself, but in the end she orgasms after playing the game.
When they arrive at the farm, things are not as Allison thought they would be, as she is seized and disrobed by the strong farmhands and Nick doesn't lift a finger to stop them. What lies in store for flaxen-haired Allison at Laughlin Farm, and can she find the inner strength to survive it.
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He placed her hand on his crotch, making a show of doing it. Then he returned her smile and spoke, his raven hair and hazel eyes melting her. "Well, I guess it does, but it's nothing you need worry about. I've decided to make some changes, in my handling of our relationship, which I know will make it better. They will be gradual, giving you a chance to evaluate and adjust, so don't worry." Pausing, he reached down to her hand, still resting quietly on his crotch. He took hold of her hand and rubbed it over his manhood, and she could feel him hardening under his denim. "Take my cock out, touch it, lean over and smell it, then take the head in your mouth. Do it exactly as I have said, Allison."
Normally, Nick called her Ally, or Al, but the tone of his 'Allison' reminded her of her father's stern discipline, which she had run away from at seventeen. He sounds like dad, but different, sending pulses through my pussy. I want to do as he says, but usually I only do as I desire. She did not say anything, as she could not think of what to say, but her hand moved, disengaging from his.
Undoing the buttons of his Levis, she fished into and under his boxers for the mostly stiff organ she had been told to fetch. Not completely believing her actions, she pulled the flesh rod out, touching and rubbing it all over as instructed.
Nick was not huge, a respectable seven inches maybe, but his girth was filling. Thinking how his thickness had filled her pussy last night, she wrapped her fingers around it. Yes, this is my cock, it has always serviced me well, but aren't I servicing it now? How did that happen?
"Allison, don't tarry in your work, do as you have beentold." His voice, firm and commanding, left little doubt what he wanted. She must put her nose to his shaft and smell it.
It's degrading, humiliating, and not something I usually do for him. In fact, I rarely suck him, as I prefer to give him hand jobs. Perhaps, that has been a mistake on my part, but to smell it, like I am a bitch in heat.
Considering everything in a few moments including the seeming wetness in her silk panties, she still could find no compelling reason to refuse him. Do I want to do this?
Pushing her torso sideways, she slipped her face into his lap. Pressing nostrils to warm man flesh, she breathed in deeply, taking the musky essence of his sex into her lungs. She had no previous experience with smelling cock, so she had no frame of reference to judge whether his erection smell good or not. At least, the smell has my pussy juicing, and my arousal throbbing. I'm going to suck it for him. I want to and he will love it.
Impulsively, like Thursday's outfit, she pushed her face up and took his cock head into her warm, wet mouth. Briefly sucking it, she gave it a tongue swirl, a technique she hadn't used since college, and then pushed it deeper into her throat.
"No, Allison, stop. I said put the head in your mouth, nothing more." He used his free hand to grab her blonde locks and pull her throat off his phallus.
What the hell? He doesn't want me to blow him. What's this all about? Shaking her head, to free her hair, she gave him an angry look.
"But ... I thought ... don't you want. What is this game?" Frustrated, she saw him put his finger to his lips in a quieting motion.
"Don't ask questions, just play, you'll see. Sit back in your seat, Allison, and spread your legs." Touching her breasts, as if they were her arm or shoulder, he pushed her back in her seat.
"Why should I. Is this game all about you?" She regretted the question as soon as it came out, as it was her bitchy self-absorption in full swing.
"No. Allison, it is not, in fact, it's all about you. You should because you want to." His words were curt, as if he didn't care if she did or didn't play, and it was all her loss if she did not. He looked back at the road, paying no attention to her, his hard cock still jutting out from his jeans.
I want the cock alright. We're all alone here driving through this wilderness, so what's my issue with spreading for him. He's getting kinky, and I like it, so I guess he's right, I do want to.
"Okay, I'll play, sorry to be bitchy." Clearly, she saw his eyes never left the road, not even glancing at her or acknowledging her apology. I get it, he's going to be mad, until I actually spread, then he'll talk, and more, I hope.
Saying nothing, she hiked her skirt up and spread wide, displaying light-blue silk panties covering her throbbing pussy. Moving her hand to touch the silk, she almost got there.
"No, not until I say to." His words made her jump to their authority and she involuntarily jerked her hand away. Wait a minute, it's my pussy, and I can touch it if I please. Her hand moved again toward the silk, but again came Nick's voice.
"Touch it now, and this all ends. I go back to being the Old Nick, so easy to control, and you never find out if this change I'm making is for the better. Do you want that?" His voice was not commanding this time, just honest telling her she should think before she leapt.
No, I do not want that. I want this to go on, to follow where it leads. Not sure why, but I know I am thrilled, more than ever before.
Meet the Author
Jennifer Campbell lives in a modern log cabin, nestles under the fir and spruce that cover the mountain her ancestors settled under. She lives with her Master, Jack, who she serves in an eight year M/s relationship. Not wishing to live free or die, as the state's motto suggests, she continues her pure submission. Jennifer would love to hear from other submissives, especially those who are touched by her writings about female slavery. Never wanting to forget who and what she is, Jennifer will sometimes write when she is wearing her collar, or her nipple chain.
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