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Sold to a Cow Girl
by phillip luminos
The next day, after the auction, Mistress Jennifer came to the barn where i was stabled and ordered me to be led out of my stall by one of Master Gary's slaves. i was led by my chain leash, attached to my slave collar. When he offered the leash to Mistress Jennifer, She motioned for him to hand it to slave 803 who stood beside Her. She studied me from top to bottom as i fell immediately to my knees and began to kiss both of Her boots, per mandatory slave etiquette, taught to me painfully for the past few days at Master Gary's slave prison. Pieces of fresh cow and horse manure on Her well worn boots entered my mouth and i immediately swallowed them. Then i assumed the position of obeisance, resting both hands behind my newly shaved head, my forehead pressed firmly to the concrete floor of the barn.
i had already been informed that i would be slave 804, which i felt good about, since it had been slave 803 that had had helped boy-shave me yesterday during my official processing in front of a line of Dominants on horseback with their kneeling slaves. i remember how he had fondled my slave cock as he shaved my pubes. Mistress Jennifer had ordered him jerk me off and to feed me my own cum, which he did. She had nodded approvingly to Mistress Sally when i came generously. They both sat on their horses which were fairly close to the slave rack where I was chained. Master Gary was mounted on a horse beside them as 803 milked my slave cock and He pointed out my obvious pleasure to receive the privilege of cumming--which for me was now a privilege, no longer a right.
Master Gary was a man I had known in high school, a few years ago. i had often hinted at my interest in slavery to Him. He had finally told me that if i were to confess my natural slavery He would personally preside over the ritual of my enslavement and see to it that there would be at least one bid on my slave flesh after my branding. He was the one who had yesterday hammered my formal steel slave collar around my neck as i had lain upon the collaring bench. He had also inserted the first butt plug i had ever known into my boy-cunt. After i was collared , cuffed, and plugged He had ordered me to crawl to the slave rack. He ordered me to suckle His tits and His arm pits revealed beneath His sweaty leather vest. I hardened to smell his sweat and the smell of the cows and horses upon his body. Then He had began my boy-shaving by running the cow clippers over my head, leaving only the long, thin, wedge-shaped slave strip in the center of my scalp. After he shaved my head, Master Gary took a squirt bottle and squeezed out a yellow liquid upon my head. As it dribbled down my face and into my mouth i realized that this was piss, probably Master Gary's piss, and He was honoring me with a piss washing by His own piss. The piss ran down my body and onto the ground. Master Gary then turned the messy bits of boy-shaving over to 803 and then mounted his horse.
"Stand slave meat." Mistress Jennifer commanded in the barn the next morning, looking down at me as i licked her boots in the barn. She spoke calmly but forcefully, insinuating an edge in her voice implying immediate discipline if obedience did not follow the words. i immediately stood, my head bowed, looking at Her boots, my hands behind my head, resting on the end of my slavehawk strip of hair. Mistress Jennifer was what some people might call a mannish woman. She was tall and strong, with a brownish blond head of hair kept short enough that it never got in her eyes when she rode or fought. Her body and clothes smelled strongly of the dairy cows and horses She owned, which Her slaves worked with, which i would soon be milking, feeding, and caring for as part of my slave duties.
Mistress Jennifer stared at my slavecock as she whacked Her riding crop into Her gloved left hand decisively. Next She calmly purred an order to 803:
"803, hand 804 its butt plug!"
803 handed me a new butt plug.
"804, lube up your plug." i take the plug from 803, who silently holds up to me a can of lube, which i carefully smear over the surface of the plug which will soon be part of me.
"Hand the plug to me 804." And i immediately obey her. "804, bend over and grasp your ankles. spread your legs apart". And i immediately obey her. She places one hand over my slave cock and with her other hand She presses the head of the butt plug against the crack of my ass. With one firm, practiced movement, as second nature to her hands as the action of bridling a horse, Mistress Jennifer pushes one hand against my slave cock and the other hand against the butt plug, smoothly, expertly fucking me with the long black plastic plug with a horse's tail attached to the end. She slides it in and out, over and over, eliciting an involuntary moan from me before i whisper the mandatory "Thank You Mistress" demanded of slaves each time a Dominant performs any control operation.
"Stand straight slave" And i obey her, and again moan as the plug shifts its position inside me. i swiftly place my hands behind the back of my shaved head, at the end of my slave hawk. i lower my head to show my submission. i look down upon my sex as Mistress Jessica takes my slave cock in her strong, rough, work-hardened hands and links to the cock ring newly pierced the cockslit to the chain that hangs from another new ring on my scrotum. Now, although i can become aroused, i cannot have an erection. And from the first touch of Her hands upon my slave cock i begin to arouse, but as She chains my cock ring to my balls ring the pain of the new piercings immediately makes me lose my erection.
This is how all slaveboys on Master Gary's farm are tacked when they are out of their stalls. Mistress Jennifer will no doubt tack me the same way now that have i have been sold to Her.
i again say: "thank You Mistress."
Mistress Jennifer Herself takes my chain leash in Her strong hands and leads me out of the barn. My hands are still placed behind my shaved head at the end of my slavehawk. She leads me out of the barn and across the dirt barn yard to Her waiting horse. She takes a rope with a chain snap at its end and clips it to the end of my leash. Then She givse a whack with Her riding crop across my ass.
"thank You Mistress" i respond.
Then She mounts Her horse and begins to slowly walk him around the barn yard, leading me behind. A hobble chain has not been placed been my ankles and so i suspect that we are leaving the farm for some other location. As it turned out, She led me into the village of my birth, for my first public exposure as a naked slaveboy. It takes us about 20 minutes to complete the trip to the main street of the village. Almost as soon as W/we enter the town i see people i had known prior to my enslavement. The question as to whether they would recognize me as a naked, collared, shaved, pierced, marked and branded slaveboy are soon answered when i hear voices shout: "Hey look, it is Duane, and he went and did it. He's become a slave!"
People of the village had long known of my hidden submission, my trips to dungeons in larger cities in the east, my internet obsession with stories of enslavement. i was no longer trying to hide it anymore, and people accepted it as a hidden perversion. But most people had doubted whether i would ever actually confess my slavery and beg a brand and collar. But clearly they were wrong.
The feeling of public humiliation was indescribably delicious. i kept my head bowed, my hands behind my head showing my shaved armpits. A slaveboy is not entitled to body hair, lest he be mistaken for a man. And i had been stripped of my manhood, as i had been stripped of my clothes, my name and my possessions. A small crowd followed us as My Mistress led me chained to Her horse. Some called out my former name, some call out "804", my new slave name. but i said nothing as i have not been permitted by my Mistress and Owner to speak. i kept my head bowed and looked at the heels of Her boots in the stirrups of the saddle.
This was the day i had dreamed of for so long. i wanted to savor each moment of my public degradation and dehumanization.
Mistress Jennifer smoothly dismounted Her horse, elegantly swinging Her powerful legs clad in tight fitting jeans, which stretched across Her rounded form. She stood and faced the crowd that had gathered behind me and removed Her bullwhip from its hook on Her gun belt. She cracked the whip decisively on the dirt street which instantly sent the crowd scurrying away. She said nothing to me or them. She eyed them coolly and ignored me.
She unhooked my leash from the rope attached to her saddle and i immediately fell to the dirt and kissed Her boots, assuming the position of obeisance--forehead pressed to ground and hands clasped behind my back.
"Stand slave, and follow me." i rose to my feet, hands still behind my head and followed her as She led me across the street to the large, high wooden platform in the village square. This was the platform used for slave auctions and discipline. My heart beat wildly as She led me up the twelve steps of the platform and walked me over to the slave frame. She locked my wrist and ankle cuffs to the chains in each corner of the frame. i faced outward at the crowd of townspeople i had recently lived among as a Free Man. Then She placed one hand over my slave cock and one hand upon my butt plug, which she swiftly and forcefully pulled from my ass, which had become my boy cunt. Next She tied the butt plug and the horse tail around my neck and collar.
Now She cracked her bullwhip a couple of times on the floor of the platform as if to get Her pace established. Suddenly she struck Her whip across my back, newly tattooed with "804" and the word "slave". i gasped and said: "thank You Mistress".
"804 you will receive 4 more strokes for paying too much attention to the Free on the street as you passed them. Count off your strokes." She said.
"Yes, Mistress, thank You Mistress."
She hit me again with another stroke and i said: "thank You Mistress, two Mistress"
i kept my head firmly bowed, sweat and tears stung my eyes. Again:
"Thank You Mistress, three Mistress"
Again:
"Thank You Mistress, four Mistress."
And finally:
"Thank You Mistress, five Mistress. Thank You Mistress for correcting this beast and its behavior." i gasped out, my eyes closed, head firmly bowed.
Suddenly i realized that She had begun to enter my boy cunt with a strap-on that She also carried on a hook on Her gun belt. She linked a finger in each of my tit rings and twisted them. i gasped and cried out. But as She ploughed deeper into my boy cunt i began to moan, in helpless submission. She fucked me in public hard and slow. My cock tried mightily to become erect but was foiled by the rings and the chain. The people i had lived among were watching me become a public fuck slave, owned by a powerful, dominant Mistress with a huge horse and cow ranch outside of town. i was Her beast, Her livestock, Her owned slave meat and wanted to be such for the rest of my life.
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