In The Cottage

Carrie stood on the front steps watching her husband’s coach drive away. Smiling as it made its way down the lane through the twin pillars of brick. When it drove out of sight, she picked up her skirts and ran for the old barn, holding onto the hat pinned in her hair. Stopping outside the large open doors she took ten deep breaths calming herself before entering. Walking straight down the aisle to the tack room, and there he was. She stood in the doorway and watched him sitting there with his back to the door, he was soaping reins today. She watched as he slowly pulled the length of leather through the rag in his hand, and her belly clinched in need.

“See something you like my lady?” He asked not stopping his work.

“I see a Master at work.” She replied.

“And?” He let one rein drop then picked up the other.

Walking into the tack room Carrie stopped behind him. Leaning in close to his ear.

“And I love that Master I see. I’d love for him to take me in hand, using my body any way he chooses.” She licked at the ropes of muscles on his throat nipping at his ear.

“The lads are about.” He said with a stern sideways look.

“Fallow the trail.” Carrie gave one more nip then walked out of the barn.

Removing her gloves as she walked along the fence, she left them on the post at the end of their bull’s pasture. When she reached the entrance to the woods she removed her hat, leaving it on a tree branch there. Fallowing the path she entered, fifty yards in she left her suede vest on a branch. Another fifty yards and she was removing her skirt to leave on the path. When she got to the gate of a little cottage, she removed her blouse to leave on the gate. Entering the cottage she removed the rest of her clothes, laying onto the bed she waited.

He waited fifteen minutes, finishing the task he had been doing. Standing he put the reins away before fallowing her. Walking out of the barn he gave a few orders to the lads that worked the barn under him, then started fallowing the trail. He picked up her gloves at the end of the bull’s pen, and then her hat at the entrance to the woods. Shaking his head, he entered the woods. He found her vest, and then her skirt. When he arrived at the gate to find her blouse he frowned. Entering the cottage, he tossed her garments aside and stared at her crossing his arms over his chest.

“And just what do you think that was all about?” He watched her sit up pushing her tits together as she leaned forward on the edge of the bed.

“I want Master to play with me.” She said looking innocent.

“Where is the load?” He asked.

“Gone, for a week.” She stood walking to him.

“I can’t disappear for a week.” He said.

“I’m only asking for two days.” She said teasing a hand over his chest.

“And will you be a good little filly for your Master those two days?” He asked reaching for her wrist.

“I’m always a good little filly for my Master.” She stared up at him with teasing eyes.

“Little fillies that are demanding brats to their Masters are not good girls.” He said.

“And they need to be punished.” He walked her over to the wall.

“Oh?” She wiggled against him.

“Each tease gets my bratty filly ten more.” He said.

“And how many am I getting now?” she asked.

“Thirty on each side.” He said.

“Oh.” She replied with a saucy grin.

“So, a bratty filly it is. Kneel for Master.” He said pushing down with her wrist.

Once she was on her knees Master kept his eyes on hers as he released her wrist. When she reached for his pants, he stepped out of her reach.

“Bratty filly, Master is in control. Put your hands behind your back.” He commanded opening his pants, as she obeyed.

Gripping his hard thick length, he walked back to her. Taking her hair in his other hand he traced his tip along her lips, coating them with his percum. When she parted her lips on a moan he thrust deep into her mouth, groaning as she swallowed around him. Taking a deep breath, he gripped her hair in both hands moving his hips, fucking her mouth until he came shooting his creamy load down her throat. Stepping back, he gently put his cock back in his pants watching as his cum dripped down her chin.

“Stand little filly.” He commanded.

Carrie stood on shaky legs and waited. She watched Master move past her to the wall. Listening as he selected things off the rack, she waited with goose bumps raising on her skin. Seeing him step back into her line of sight she shivered when she saw what he held. In one hand there was a pair of leather cuffs, in the other was a bit gag, and tucked under his arm was a carriage whip.

“Open wide.” He said lifting the bit to her mouth.

She opened her mouth while keeping her eyes on his. Sighing as he fit the gag in her mouth.

“Keep it there little filly.” He said as he began to secure the cuffs to her wrists.

When the leather was wrapped around her wrists Master moved closer to the wall forcing her to walk backwards towards it. When her back bumped the wall, Master lifted her arms, so she stood at a tee hooking the cuffs to the D-rings on the wall. Taking the whip from under his arm he stepped back.

“Spread your legs little filly.” He smiled when she obeyed.

“Now, are little fillies suppose to be brats to their Masters?” He asked flicking the lash of the whip five times lightly over her tummy as she shook her head no.

“Should little fillies listen to their Masters?” He asked flicking the lash five more times as she nodded her head yes.

“So, you’re going to take your punishment like a good little filly, yes?” He asked taking the lash of the whip in hand so he could use it as a cane.

He stepped closer to her as she nodded yes. Standing to her right side he flicked the whip against her thigh hard enough to leave ten deep red welts., loving the sounds she made around the gag.

“Good girl.” He praised as he stepped to her left side.

He delivered ten quick flicks watching her eyes close as the welts rose. She was so pretty with his marks on her, thinking her tits were a little bare he flicked the cane against her nipples to please himself. He smiled at her whimpers as he watched the welts raise on her nipples. Tucking the whip under his arm again, he stepped close to her.

“Those last ten were for me little filly, you still have thirty more coming to that ass.” He kissed her throat when he got close to her unhooking the cuffs.

Turning her to face the wall, Master re-hooked the cuffs to the D-rings.

“Spread your legs again for Master, little filly.” He commanded petting her ass and biting her shoulder before stepping back.

Taking the whip in hand once more Master flicked the lash over her firm ass ten times, feeling his cock twitch in his pants. Turning the whip into a cane again he stepped up to one thigh, and delivered ten dark red strips to one, then moved to the other ten more. Her panting whimpers making him harder. cocking his head to the side Master admired his handy work, then seeing the lovely nectar seeping from her pretty pussy he flicked the cane against those pretty lips ten times. He shook his head as her noises loosened her mouth just enough, so she dropped the bit gag to the floor.

“What did Master say little filly.” He demanded.

“Not to drop the gag.” Carrie panted resting her forehead against the wall.

Dropping the whip Master unhooked her.

“Pick it up little filly.” He commanded.

Stepping away from the wall Carrie bent at the waist, feeling the marks pull a little loving the pain. Picking the bit gag up she rolled back up and waited.

“Good girl little filly.” Master praised taking the bit. Placing it back in her mouth he buckled the strap at the back of her head.

Carrie moaned in response, leaning her head back.

“Now go lay on the bed, with your arms under you.” He commanded nuzzling her throat before swatting her hip.

She squeaked around the gag and walked to the bed. Laying down with her arms underneath her, she waited.

Master stared at her as she lay there panting with need, and he slowly took off his clothes. When he was naked, he went to get a bottle of oil off the shelf. Walking back to her he lifted one leg over his shoulder as he knelt on the edge of the bed. Pouring a good amount of oil into his hands Master rubbed it into her welted thigh soothing the pretty red marks, then he switched placing that thigh on the bed he picked up the other to soothe it, rubbing the oil slowly over it.

“Such a pretty filly.” He crooned dropping that thigh back to the bed before spreading both open wide.

Gripping his cock, he placed it between her wet hot folds settling it there with his hips resting against her ass he picked up the oil again. Rubbing more between his hands Master stroked his hands up her torso. Soothing the red welts on her tummy, then kneading soothing, and tormenting her tits to please himself. When she started to whimper and moan, arching her back looking for more he stopped. Pulling back to kneel on the floor, Master parted her fold stroking them reverently before leaning in. he began to lick and suck her, eating her nice and slow to torment them both enjoying her noises and flavor. He brought her to orgasm four times before pulling back.

“So pretty.” He said as he stood.

“Over onto your hands and knees little filly.” He commanded.

He smiled when she complied slowly rolling onto her hands and knees. Oiling his hands again he soothed them over her red ass. He loved the sound of her whimpers and moans around the gag, and he could just picture the drool running down her chin laced with his cum. Taking his hard cock in hand once more he placed the tip at her entrance. The other hand twisted into her hair, pulling her head back he fucked into her fast and hard. He closed his eyes at the feel of her squeezing around him, as well as her scream from around the gag. Breathing heavily, he waited a beat, then began to move.

Fucking her fast and hard he listened to her panting whimpering moans and groans. Each one getting him harder and harder. when he felt his balls tighten, he slapped her hip gripping it as he came hard emptying his cum deep inside her gripping core as she came with him screaming around the gag. Releasing her hair he panted, stroking her back as he calmed. Reaching out he released the gag taking it from her mouth to toss aside. Laying onto the bed he gathered her into his arms petting her as they lay there in a fog.

“How is my little filly?” He finally asked.

“Good Master.” She sighed snuggling against him.

“And you still want a day and a half of more?” He combed a hand through her hair.

“Yes, please Master.” She begged.

“Good little filly, Master loves breeding you.” He kissed the top of her head as they both drifted off.