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513 Swapsie`s; Ernest`s story
A car, a big old blue Volvo estate swept into Wye station yard and impatiently hooted, the driver waiting for him to stagger over to it half drunk and with flowers and a bag in hand! The woman, a big blousy lady in tweed, thrusting a ham sized hand strongly into his and saying in a loud commanding voice, “I am Mary, I take it you`re “the stud” my wimpy husband ‘lost’ me too!”
He mumbled he was, though he was not sure about the ‘lost me too’ bit but after receiving a hand crushing shake, and an apology for her lateness, being told to “load himself in then!” He climbed in, and they set off for a hair-raising ride through the lanes to the bungalow, a large shaggy, black, and very nondescript hound eyeing him silently from the back seat as if he would be its next meal.
In contrast to Gerald`s predicament poor, Ernest found on arrival at the small holding and bungalow, the big chunky woman had flounced from the car calling her dog (and he had no doubt himself) to heel, which it and he did in no uncertain fashion, the a****l no doubt terrified of the fierce looking woman, and who, leaving him to carry his own case, the flowers and the laptop across this sea of mud, had plodded to the kitchen door, unlocked it and throwing it open hauled off her wellies in the porch.
The place was a shambles, pots pans still on the stove, vegetables in cardboard boxes on the floor, two cats, curled on chairs and another on the worktop, trying to sharpen its talon`s by shredding the remnants of once neat curtains, a hobby which she stopped with a well-aimed swipe of her calloused paw. A telephone and writing pad with a dozen pens atop a microwave. A table, red melamine topped with four matching but utilitarian chairs in the centre of the chaos and in the corner a rake, a broom and a pitchfork leant against the wall. Ernest felt immediately at home, it was what he had been used too before his beautiful Cassy had married him and corrected his sloppy ways.
Two glasses were soon filled from a cask of something homemade and they chucked off cats from the chairs sit and drink the potent liquid, he having been on whiskey`s before and on the train, should have known better, they say never mix grain and g****…she explained, “her name was Mary” and went on, “that she loved a****ls, the dog “Anal” he had met, (he had gotten his name by the engraver who did his collar, it should have been ‘angus’ but the dropped ‘g’…. it stuck she said it was their standing joke.) She also had pigs, a goat or two, a couple of donkeys, oh and a special flock of sheep, Marino’s…and she loved them all, and her husband dearly too, (probably in that order) but well… he had met Gerald… a dowdy little man who was only interested in occasional sex in a missionary sort of way and who till now ‘had had no bloody adventure in him’,” she paused.
“Though,” she went on, “She had long wanted more and she was glad that he had lost her at cards as a prize for a whole week, as she was available, and willingly to do whatever he desired, as long as the a****ls got fed and milked and there was no lasting damage to her body, she was all his!” from which Ernest realised that obvious Gerald had told a porky or two to both him and this amazon of a woman who was now going on to explain that her husband, “was a sexual wimp that only enjoy sex with her in bed at night and in the dark …occasionally… but loved to watch her with her a****ls!” from which he deduced with a smile that knowing Cassy, his mate Ernest was down for a rough and very tiring ride…!
You see Cassey was one of the women in this world that subtly dominate…partly by the use of the sensuous attributes that ‘him up there’ had given her, and partly with the forceful attitude, being the squires spoilt daughter had bred into her this whole controlling attitude.
So, she was definitely the one normally in charge of our Ernest, though naturally he wouldn`t admit it to work colleagues and friends. In fact, he did not ever, in her knowing, step over the line, or else he knew he would suffer at home come bedtime!
Mary though was as far opposite as could be, though in her case it was reluctantly… she was in charge, of the small holding her a****ls and Gerald, though she itched to be controlled or dominated, unfortunately her husband was not the man for that sort of a lifestyle. Gerald her husband of ten years now, was a reluctantly controlled, you couldn’t call him a dom having been brought up after his dad died, by a very dominant mother, (he had a thumbprint a mile wide on his forehead…) but he had been brought up to respect women and all they represent, which Mary was not in truth, that happy about!
Mary desperately hoped that this “winner at cards” was going to be everything she had ever wanted, all her hubby was not, she wanted some sort of brutal hood…just to try her fantasy out, however so far what she had seen was a short pudgy little drunk, who did not look as though he would hurt a fly!
By now it was getting late, the couples eagerness and curiosity by now needing to be satisfied, however our man was feeling somewhat unsteady by now!
She fed the a****ls put the dog out for a moment then, after locking up, knelt beside her new man saying, “I am yours master!” confused a little it not usually being his role, he looked long and hard at her then managed to order her to strip. This she did, revealing a body, very much like the house, slightly unkept. Breasts that sagged against a belly, thick muscular arm`s and thighs, and when she turned… a backside that he knew would ripple beautifully when his hand contacted it, it was something Cassy would never allow. He had her bend over the table, then struck her backside out forcefully. As predicted the fat orbs rippled and her reaction was one of extasy. he knew instantly it was to be a fine week, though he desperately needed to sober up.
The dog watched eagerly, then walked up and licked her dampness like a familiar lover. His laughter echoed round the room, as suddenly he understood. He was usually a habitual Sub, but this week, oh this week, he was going to enjoy every fantasy he had ever had, this was to be a sexual holiday to beat all, and she was willingly going to enjoy every twist and turn!
They clattered up to the bedroom, the dog following and they arrived just as the date clicked over on the bedside clock, they had just got up to bed, as it was midnight, on Saturday 21st March 2020, for him, he knew it was going to be the first day of an amazing “holiday!”
That night they just screwed, both were a bit tired, and in his case pissed, it having been a long day, both felt that they owed their opposite number the use of their body`s more as a duty than a joy, and neither really was in the mood for more than a missionary fuck… though he did manage to pinch her nipples before the climax!
It was not what either of them would have called deep joy or very satisfying, but honour was served and climaxes and seed, exchanged and to an extent enjoyed.
They slept side by side, dog across feet, until he awoke sometime in the early hours feeling horrible and went off to pee, his head thumping, and the dog eyeing him suspiciously both when he got out of the bed and when he returned, though he took courage from the fact it had neither attacked him or, shown him any aggression.
It was seven when he awoke again, Mary clattering into the room with tea and toast, `Anus` dutifully at her heel. Without ado she opened the batting with “I hope you are going to be a lot more assertive than you were last night, it was somewhat of a lack-lustre performance you will admit…”
His hangover took in she was talking to him, holding his head he muttered “sorry I was pissed, but keep the bloody noise down!” he then added “please!” and she laughed in a rather contemptuous way. “fine stud you are, though I must admit it was better than that wimp of a husband even if you were half pissed… ok well you sleep it off and me and him will do what we usually do under these circumstances. With a snap of her fingers, she, the dog, her tea and most of the toast departed to the spare room from which noises that left no doubt `Anus` was getting what he himself thought he was here for!
He nibbled at the rapidly cooling toast, and sipped at the tea, thinking whatever was the problem with this aggressive chunk of womanhood, Gerald must have been worn out by her, his Cassy was an aggressive and controlling bitch, but Mary… wow!
He slept until dinnertime then arose feeling more human. He dressed in tea-shirt and slacks then went in search of his supposed ‘lady.’
He found her in the goat hut, milking one of the nannies, `Anus patiently sat outside the pen watching. She smiled, “feeling better, are we?” it was true he did feel a lot better, but realising his role from what she had said before the wine had struck last night, he answered, “yes, now hurry up and finish that, then get me something solid to eat, that toast was a long way back!” she looked at him like she had just been stung, then realising it was what she had always dreamt of she answered “yes sir, this is the last one anyway!” three or four more squirts and the a****l was empty, and together they returned to the kitchen, he sat watching her cook a good fry up, while explaining, “the eggs and the bacon were home-grown, and she had made the bread too.” He had generated an appetite, and he sat under her gaze consuming one of the tastiest meals he had had, in a long time. “Now… Mary… let`s start again…I apologise for being under the influence last night, I am afraid your wine finished me off!” he paused but she said nothing, so he went on, “have you any more chores to complete today?” she shook her head, he went on, “expect any visitors?” she said, “not today… no!” “OK then is there a reason your dressed then?” she looked taken aback, “I said last night, (or if I didn’t I should have,) in this place when there is no outsiders expected or present, you will be naked at all times, then if I want to chastise you, or take you, you will be available, do you understand?” mouth agape she nodded, there was a pause, then he shouted , “WELL?” unaccustomed to his command`s she looked stunned, then began to undress, there was more to this little man than she had hoped or anticipated. She stood, naked, folding her clothes, no perfect hourglass figure by any means, not like his pretty Cassy, but he though, as he sat checking her out that she was perfect for a holiday!
He could take out all his aggression, and then he could hand her back suitably chastised come Monday week, and they would meet on the train at Ashford at seven on that morning as usual!
They say if you want to make God laugh…tell him your plans…
Sadly, a tiny bug from thousands of miles away had had other ideas but they at that time were not to know that!
He had her wash up the breakfast bits, enjoying the sight of her tits bouncing and her arse wobbling as she carried out the tasks, collecting the plates, washing them then drying and putting away. He stood and removed his own clothing. His stiff tool stood proud as he addressed her, ”Mary, your body is very acceptable, but I warn you, I shall chastise you as well as enjoy you, by the time I leave you, you will be marked though not permanently but just so that on his return your husband will know I have been, and you have been aggressively used!” she bit at her lip and nodded. “Now during this week, I shall demand sex, anytime that pleases me and not always in your bed, if I say I want it, and its wherever, THEN SEX WE WILL HAVE…GOT IT…no question, ok?” she nodded a sort of enthusiastic suits me sir type nod, though she said, “the postman calls at eight each day, the butcher collects eggs etc, on each Thursdays about ten, but other than that we don’t normally have visitors…sir!” he noticed the ‘sir,’ and it pleased him, he smiled and said he “I liked that ‘sir’ bit,” and that it would be his title all this week, but now, she was to, “fetch all her sex toys downstairs and lay them out for his inspection!” She did not deny having any and was soon scuttling away to collect them from where-ever they were hidden.
He made a pot of tea… ‘Anal’ lay in his bed in the corner raising his head occasionally, to watch our man with a curious eye then collapsing back to doze once more, one old cat a fat ginger tom lay on the window ledge, of the rest there was no sign, he poured a cup of the tea, then sat watching curiously as she dumped a big cardboard box of toys out on the table, assorted vibrators, handcuffs, leather cuffs, a blindfold, a crop, assorted whips, nipple clamps and a ball gag fell in an untidy heap. She laid them out tidily for his perusal, then at his invitation poured herself some tea. He picked through the items then asked her which of these she used regularly, and which were her favourites. She pushed the vibrators to one side saying, these were her real friends along with ‘Anus’, and she had, “used the rest quite often, but that she had no idea what they felt like!” he looked askance of her and she explained she, “I have used them on my Gerald many a time, when I had him hung in the barn to lose the stresses of his week!”
He came near to dropping his mug at the thought, then regaining his composure, he suggested that she told him about it!
She laughed, then said, “oh I take it my super-stud hasn’t mentioned, that he comes home and as he` has usually had a few, I presume with you he mostly spends Friday night`s hung in the barn… as I won`t have him in my bed like that so I secure him by his wrists naked to a beam stood on his flat little feet, occasionally with his nipple clamps on or weights attached to his little dick in the hope it will stretch it!” she paused to be sure he was listening then went on, “Then I sleep with ‘Anus’ here and Gerald spends the night with the rats… Next day I go to him and he begs me to whip him for being drunk, as he knows that is the only way that I will release him, I do that and then we have breakfast it`s all very normal!” he thought… normal…well ok!... she went on, “from then till he goes on Monday when I drop him at the station he takes charge totally, he`s not good at it but he`s the best I have, and he`s a loving little twerp, but well, during the weekdays, seldom do we have any sex on a weekday it’s a bit mundane I admit, I do occasionally, well regularly I spose, sleep with the butcher, when he calls, that gets me a bit of fillet steak for Saturday tea, just for a ten-minute go over this table, and it makes a change, but most days it`s just ‘Anal’ or the vibes…” He finished his tea, trying desperately not to grin at her revelations delivered so matter-of-factly!
He explained to her that, ”last night I was on auto pilot, and yes I fucked you, but I hardly remember it and I didn’t appreciate your undoubted charms, for which I apologise, so now we shall go to the bedroom and I hope I shall make up for it, come…”
She followed him to the bed he had so recently vacated, took her place on the quickly straightened duvet and awaited his assault… He snapped, “did I tell you to lay that way up, I am in charge here, I decide how and when you will get fucked missy, now, get yourself up and wait to be told…!” she looked at him as if she had been stung, then quickly stood to await his orders in some shock.
He lay down his penis like a mast, it had been a while since he had had control… “kiss it then straddle it” she dutifully bent to the stiff member and gently kissed it as if it was an altar offering, then she straddled him and slowly fed his erectness into her sex as she lowered herself onto him…the feelings were sublime, warm soft tissue gripping him, or for her, invading her guts, not a few minutes with the butcher for meat, or that dogs rigid and quick hammering, or Gerald`s crude fumbling`s, not a dutiful weekly servicing, but a man, not huge, but a man who cared and who`s hands were gentle on a woman`s breast.
By now both hands were positioned on her floppy tits, thumbs trapping the fast growing nipples to his hand… Oh she knew she was no film star or tasty-totty, or whatever, she had no illusions that way, but this man, this masterful little man made her feel wanted, even if he had swapped her with his perverted workmate…
They began their ride, slowly at first, gently, caringly, though it soon speeded up to a trot, and her eyes closed as with a groan it became a gallop, a mad race to a finishing line that they both crossed neck and neck to the sound of a long drawn out ‘yes’ and from him a grunt. Her nipples hard now, eyes tight closed, breathing having increased to a pant, her lips hot as she collapsed onto him, his hands releasing her to enfold her in his arms… they kissed, then lay like it for a while. His tool slowly retracting as the moment past.
She broke the moment, getting off of the bed and saying “it`s steak for tea today” with a smile that said that the butcher had obviously visited! He laughed then said, “remember missy it`s me that calls the shots…” She grinned touched her forelock muttered, “yes sir” then vanished into the kitchen.
After a short break he too rose, and wandered into the kitchen where she was peeling spuds at the sink, he watched her backside jiggling as she energetically did so, then he said, “tell me when you have finished that and you can show me the barn, and tell me of the a****ls, I take it we can`t be seen from the road unless someone is specifically coming here?” she said, “yes, we are very secluded here, I often pop across to the barn or the sheds in my nighty or very occasionally naked!”
He laughed, then said, “I wonder how Gerald is getting on with my Cassy, she`s a bonny lass, but oh she can be strong willed, and she loves inflicting pain!” Mary chuckled, “why don’t you ring and see?” he replied, “we had agreed not to ring, no contact not till we meet on Monday on the train…!”
She shrugged, “Monday it is then!” and the spuds in a pan, they put on wellies, fortunately Gerald has big feet! hand in hand dog at heal they started the tour. The three Goats first, then the pigs, a boar and two big old sows, a brown and white Jenny, and her mate a more usual grey donkey example with a dick like a baby`s arm and who nuzzled at her exposed breasts like an old friend. In the field on the other side of the lane a herd of about a dozen sheep who all came rushing to the fence in greeting looking hungry. They crossed back to the yard, and she showed him the big low old barn, the mezzanine full of sacks of winter feed, the rest, heaps of hay and straw no doubt left over in from the winter. Under a beam there was an empty area, two chains ominously hanging about eight feet apart from the beam, over which an enormous rat scurried. she said it was, “where he would stand all through Friday nights if he came home pissed!” She laughed, “our cats do their best but there is always rats, so I always leave a light on for him!” it was her idea of a concession…
Ernest smiled then said, “well missy if you displease me here is where, you will stand and here is where I shall punish you!” she turned a little pale, then he shrugged and said, “well don’t upset me then…!” then turned and strode back to the kitchen.
She fed the a****ls still only wearing her wellies, before trudging back to the house, ‘Anus still at her side, muttering to the a****l, “Do you know Anus perhaps there is more to being his sub than just getting screwed!”
It was after tea that they sat watching television together when the newscaster went on about a virus, and yes, they had heard of it before, it had been in the papers, but the outbreak was then in China! At the time, ‘Anus’ was stood licking at his mistress, his long tongue giving her enough enjoyment to have her moan and watching the performance the news was a quickly a secondary consideration. They soon swept off to their beds, and a consummation once more of his commanding domination, twice during the long hours of darkness he exerted his superiority, and twice her cries of extasy rang round the place, disturbing ‘Anus,’ exiled in his basket.
Sunday dawned wet, he, as was his usual was up reasonably early… well by mid-morning anyway, tea mug in hand to pass time until she too awoke, he watched the TV The news came on, Lockdown… his mouth dried, within moments he was on his computer, to find it was true, no work, no travel, no contact, no… it was too much to get the head round…
He called her, fresh tea in hand, explained about the virus, as much as he knew… she leapt from her bed, tea forgotten the implications of the announcement just too much to grasp…
Her mind whirled, it was a joke, he was pulling her leg… she rushed downstairs, he in pursuit, the telly still on was giving details again, they exchanged glances, knowing they were stuck here isolated, distant… and rather alarmed she knew she was to be his slave not for just this week but for the foreseeable future…
He rang his own home, it was answered by Cassy, who said that she was ok, and that she had enough stores to survive for a week or two, an advantage of both households, each being isolated homesteads who were used to not being in a `oh I have run out I will pop to the shop` style of living! For now, they realised they were going to have to continue as they were… swapped!
The two men discussed work, and what to do, who to call and who to message. An hour then passed while Gerald took advice from old Jennings his boss, then came back to say that they would be working from their laptops, at “home!!!” and there would be a skype conference call at 2 pm for the department, each weekday. The day then descended to a level of shock and bewilderment, messages about clients and to clients, life going onto hold, there would be no Monday handover now, they were stuck with the swap.
Each of them handed over the telephones to their opposite swapees, and each were somewhat reassured to find that so far, the swappers were fairly compatible, not that in reality there was not much legally they could do about anyway!
A car, a big old blue Volvo estate swept into Wye station yard and impatiently hooted, the driver waiting for him to stagger over to it half drunk and with flowers and a bag in hand! The woman, a big blousy lady in tweed, thrusting a ham sized hand strongly into his and saying in a loud commanding voice, “I am Mary, I take it you`re “the stud” my wimpy husband ‘lost’ me too!”
He mumbled he was, though he was not sure about the ‘lost me too’ bit but after receiving a hand crushing shake, and an apology for her lateness, being told to “load himself in then!” He climbed in, and they set off for a hair-raising ride through the lanes to the bungalow, a large shaggy, black, and very nondescript hound eyeing him silently from the back seat as if he would be its next meal.
In contrast to Gerald`s predicament poor, Ernest found on arrival at the small holding and bungalow, the big chunky woman had flounced from the car calling her dog (and he had no doubt himself) to heel, which it and he did in no uncertain fashion, the a****l no doubt terrified of the fierce looking woman, and who, leaving him to carry his own case, the flowers and the laptop across this sea of mud, had plodded to the kitchen door, unlocked it and throwing it open hauled off her wellies in the porch.
The place was a shambles, pots pans still on the stove, vegetables in cardboard boxes on the floor, two cats, curled on chairs and another on the worktop, trying to sharpen its talon`s by shredding the remnants of once neat curtains, a hobby which she stopped with a well-aimed swipe of her calloused paw. A telephone and writing pad with a dozen pens atop a microwave. A table, red melamine topped with four matching but utilitarian chairs in the centre of the chaos and in the corner a rake, a broom and a pitchfork leant against the wall. Ernest felt immediately at home, it was what he had been used too before his beautiful Cassy had married him and corrected his sloppy ways.
Two glasses were soon filled from a cask of something homemade and they chucked off cats from the chairs sit and drink the potent liquid, he having been on whiskey`s before and on the train, should have known better, they say never mix grain and g****…she explained, “her name was Mary” and went on, “that she loved a****ls, the dog “Anal” he had met, (he had gotten his name by the engraver who did his collar, it should have been ‘angus’ but the dropped ‘g’…. it stuck she said it was their standing joke.) She also had pigs, a goat or two, a couple of donkeys, oh and a special flock of sheep, Marino’s…and she loved them all, and her husband dearly too, (probably in that order) but well… he had met Gerald… a dowdy little man who was only interested in occasional sex in a missionary sort of way and who till now ‘had had no bloody adventure in him’,” she paused.
“Though,” she went on, “She had long wanted more and she was glad that he had lost her at cards as a prize for a whole week, as she was available, and willingly to do whatever he desired, as long as the a****ls got fed and milked and there was no lasting damage to her body, she was all his!” from which Ernest realised that obvious Gerald had told a porky or two to both him and this amazon of a woman who was now going on to explain that her husband, “was a sexual wimp that only enjoy sex with her in bed at night and in the dark …occasionally… but loved to watch her with her a****ls!” from which he deduced with a smile that knowing Cassy, his mate Ernest was down for a rough and very tiring ride…!
You see Cassey was one of the women in this world that subtly dominate…partly by the use of the sensuous attributes that ‘him up there’ had given her, and partly with the forceful attitude, being the squires spoilt daughter had bred into her this whole controlling attitude.
So, she was definitely the one normally in charge of our Ernest, though naturally he wouldn`t admit it to work colleagues and friends. In fact, he did not ever, in her knowing, step over the line, or else he knew he would suffer at home come bedtime!
Mary though was as far opposite as could be, though in her case it was reluctantly… she was in charge, of the small holding her a****ls and Gerald, though she itched to be controlled or dominated, unfortunately her husband was not the man for that sort of a lifestyle. Gerald her husband of ten years now, was a reluctantly controlled, you couldn’t call him a dom having been brought up after his dad died, by a very dominant mother, (he had a thumbprint a mile wide on his forehead…) but he had been brought up to respect women and all they represent, which Mary was not in truth, that happy about!
Mary desperately hoped that this “winner at cards” was going to be everything she had ever wanted, all her hubby was not, she wanted some sort of brutal hood…just to try her fantasy out, however so far what she had seen was a short pudgy little drunk, who did not look as though he would hurt a fly!
By now it was getting late, the couples eagerness and curiosity by now needing to be satisfied, however our man was feeling somewhat unsteady by now!
She fed the a****ls put the dog out for a moment then, after locking up, knelt beside her new man saying, “I am yours master!” confused a little it not usually being his role, he looked long and hard at her then managed to order her to strip. This she did, revealing a body, very much like the house, slightly unkept. Breasts that sagged against a belly, thick muscular arm`s and thighs, and when she turned… a backside that he knew would ripple beautifully when his hand contacted it, it was something Cassy would never allow. He had her bend over the table, then struck her backside out forcefully. As predicted the fat orbs rippled and her reaction was one of extasy. he knew instantly it was to be a fine week, though he desperately needed to sober up.
The dog watched eagerly, then walked up and licked her dampness like a familiar lover. His laughter echoed round the room, as suddenly he understood. He was usually a habitual Sub, but this week, oh this week, he was going to enjoy every fantasy he had ever had, this was to be a sexual holiday to beat all, and she was willingly going to enjoy every twist and turn!
They clattered up to the bedroom, the dog following and they arrived just as the date clicked over on the bedside clock, they had just got up to bed, as it was midnight, on Saturday 21st March 2020, for him, he knew it was going to be the first day of an amazing “holiday!”
That night they just screwed, both were a bit tired, and in his case pissed, it having been a long day, both felt that they owed their opposite number the use of their body`s more as a duty than a joy, and neither really was in the mood for more than a missionary fuck… though he did manage to pinch her nipples before the climax!
It was not what either of them would have called deep joy or very satisfying, but honour was served and climaxes and seed, exchanged and to an extent enjoyed.
They slept side by side, dog across feet, until he awoke sometime in the early hours feeling horrible and went off to pee, his head thumping, and the dog eyeing him suspiciously both when he got out of the bed and when he returned, though he took courage from the fact it had neither attacked him or, shown him any aggression.
It was seven when he awoke again, Mary clattering into the room with tea and toast, `Anus` dutifully at her heel. Without ado she opened the batting with “I hope you are going to be a lot more assertive than you were last night, it was somewhat of a lack-lustre performance you will admit…”
His hangover took in she was talking to him, holding his head he muttered “sorry I was pissed, but keep the bloody noise down!” he then added “please!” and she laughed in a rather contemptuous way. “fine stud you are, though I must admit it was better than that wimp of a husband even if you were half pissed… ok well you sleep it off and me and him will do what we usually do under these circumstances. With a snap of her fingers, she, the dog, her tea and most of the toast departed to the spare room from which noises that left no doubt `Anus` was getting what he himself thought he was here for!
He nibbled at the rapidly cooling toast, and sipped at the tea, thinking whatever was the problem with this aggressive chunk of womanhood, Gerald must have been worn out by her, his Cassy was an aggressive and controlling bitch, but Mary… wow!
He slept until dinnertime then arose feeling more human. He dressed in tea-shirt and slacks then went in search of his supposed ‘lady.’
He found her in the goat hut, milking one of the nannies, `Anus patiently sat outside the pen watching. She smiled, “feeling better, are we?” it was true he did feel a lot better, but realising his role from what she had said before the wine had struck last night, he answered, “yes, now hurry up and finish that, then get me something solid to eat, that toast was a long way back!” she looked at him like she had just been stung, then realising it was what she had always dreamt of she answered “yes sir, this is the last one anyway!” three or four more squirts and the a****l was empty, and together they returned to the kitchen, he sat watching her cook a good fry up, while explaining, “the eggs and the bacon were home-grown, and she had made the bread too.” He had generated an appetite, and he sat under her gaze consuming one of the tastiest meals he had had, in a long time. “Now… Mary… let`s start again…I apologise for being under the influence last night, I am afraid your wine finished me off!” he paused but she said nothing, so he went on, “have you any more chores to complete today?” she shook her head, he went on, “expect any visitors?” she said, “not today… no!” “OK then is there a reason your dressed then?” she looked taken aback, “I said last night, (or if I didn’t I should have,) in this place when there is no outsiders expected or present, you will be naked at all times, then if I want to chastise you, or take you, you will be available, do you understand?” mouth agape she nodded, there was a pause, then he shouted , “WELL?” unaccustomed to his command`s she looked stunned, then began to undress, there was more to this little man than she had hoped or anticipated. She stood, naked, folding her clothes, no perfect hourglass figure by any means, not like his pretty Cassy, but he though, as he sat checking her out that she was perfect for a holiday!
He could take out all his aggression, and then he could hand her back suitably chastised come Monday week, and they would meet on the train at Ashford at seven on that morning as usual!
They say if you want to make God laugh…tell him your plans…
Sadly, a tiny bug from thousands of miles away had had other ideas but they at that time were not to know that!
He had her wash up the breakfast bits, enjoying the sight of her tits bouncing and her arse wobbling as she carried out the tasks, collecting the plates, washing them then drying and putting away. He stood and removed his own clothing. His stiff tool stood proud as he addressed her, ”Mary, your body is very acceptable, but I warn you, I shall chastise you as well as enjoy you, by the time I leave you, you will be marked though not permanently but just so that on his return your husband will know I have been, and you have been aggressively used!” she bit at her lip and nodded. “Now during this week, I shall demand sex, anytime that pleases me and not always in your bed, if I say I want it, and its wherever, THEN SEX WE WILL HAVE…GOT IT…no question, ok?” she nodded a sort of enthusiastic suits me sir type nod, though she said, “the postman calls at eight each day, the butcher collects eggs etc, on each Thursdays about ten, but other than that we don’t normally have visitors…sir!” he noticed the ‘sir,’ and it pleased him, he smiled and said he “I liked that ‘sir’ bit,” and that it would be his title all this week, but now, she was to, “fetch all her sex toys downstairs and lay them out for his inspection!” She did not deny having any and was soon scuttling away to collect them from where-ever they were hidden.
He made a pot of tea… ‘Anal’ lay in his bed in the corner raising his head occasionally, to watch our man with a curious eye then collapsing back to doze once more, one old cat a fat ginger tom lay on the window ledge, of the rest there was no sign, he poured a cup of the tea, then sat watching curiously as she dumped a big cardboard box of toys out on the table, assorted vibrators, handcuffs, leather cuffs, a blindfold, a crop, assorted whips, nipple clamps and a ball gag fell in an untidy heap. She laid them out tidily for his perusal, then at his invitation poured herself some tea. He picked through the items then asked her which of these she used regularly, and which were her favourites. She pushed the vibrators to one side saying, these were her real friends along with ‘Anus’, and she had, “used the rest quite often, but that she had no idea what they felt like!” he looked askance of her and she explained she, “I have used them on my Gerald many a time, when I had him hung in the barn to lose the stresses of his week!”
He came near to dropping his mug at the thought, then regaining his composure, he suggested that she told him about it!
She laughed, then said, “oh I take it my super-stud hasn’t mentioned, that he comes home and as he` has usually had a few, I presume with you he mostly spends Friday night`s hung in the barn… as I won`t have him in my bed like that so I secure him by his wrists naked to a beam stood on his flat little feet, occasionally with his nipple clamps on or weights attached to his little dick in the hope it will stretch it!” she paused to be sure he was listening then went on, “Then I sleep with ‘Anus’ here and Gerald spends the night with the rats… Next day I go to him and he begs me to whip him for being drunk, as he knows that is the only way that I will release him, I do that and then we have breakfast it`s all very normal!” he thought… normal…well ok!... she went on, “from then till he goes on Monday when I drop him at the station he takes charge totally, he`s not good at it but he`s the best I have, and he`s a loving little twerp, but well, during the weekdays, seldom do we have any sex on a weekday it’s a bit mundane I admit, I do occasionally, well regularly I spose, sleep with the butcher, when he calls, that gets me a bit of fillet steak for Saturday tea, just for a ten-minute go over this table, and it makes a change, but most days it`s just ‘Anal’ or the vibes…” He finished his tea, trying desperately not to grin at her revelations delivered so matter-of-factly!
He explained to her that, ”last night I was on auto pilot, and yes I fucked you, but I hardly remember it and I didn’t appreciate your undoubted charms, for which I apologise, so now we shall go to the bedroom and I hope I shall make up for it, come…”
She followed him to the bed he had so recently vacated, took her place on the quickly straightened duvet and awaited his assault… He snapped, “did I tell you to lay that way up, I am in charge here, I decide how and when you will get fucked missy, now, get yourself up and wait to be told…!” she looked at him as if she had been stung, then quickly stood to await his orders in some shock.
He lay down his penis like a mast, it had been a while since he had had control… “kiss it then straddle it” she dutifully bent to the stiff member and gently kissed it as if it was an altar offering, then she straddled him and slowly fed his erectness into her sex as she lowered herself onto him…the feelings were sublime, warm soft tissue gripping him, or for her, invading her guts, not a few minutes with the butcher for meat, or that dogs rigid and quick hammering, or Gerald`s crude fumbling`s, not a dutiful weekly servicing, but a man, not huge, but a man who cared and who`s hands were gentle on a woman`s breast.
By now both hands were positioned on her floppy tits, thumbs trapping the fast growing nipples to his hand… Oh she knew she was no film star or tasty-totty, or whatever, she had no illusions that way, but this man, this masterful little man made her feel wanted, even if he had swapped her with his perverted workmate…
They began their ride, slowly at first, gently, caringly, though it soon speeded up to a trot, and her eyes closed as with a groan it became a gallop, a mad race to a finishing line that they both crossed neck and neck to the sound of a long drawn out ‘yes’ and from him a grunt. Her nipples hard now, eyes tight closed, breathing having increased to a pant, her lips hot as she collapsed onto him, his hands releasing her to enfold her in his arms… they kissed, then lay like it for a while. His tool slowly retracting as the moment past.
She broke the moment, getting off of the bed and saying “it`s steak for tea today” with a smile that said that the butcher had obviously visited! He laughed then said, “remember missy it`s me that calls the shots…” She grinned touched her forelock muttered, “yes sir” then vanished into the kitchen.
After a short break he too rose, and wandered into the kitchen where she was peeling spuds at the sink, he watched her backside jiggling as she energetically did so, then he said, “tell me when you have finished that and you can show me the barn, and tell me of the a****ls, I take it we can`t be seen from the road unless someone is specifically coming here?” she said, “yes, we are very secluded here, I often pop across to the barn or the sheds in my nighty or very occasionally naked!”
He laughed, then said, “I wonder how Gerald is getting on with my Cassy, she`s a bonny lass, but oh she can be strong willed, and she loves inflicting pain!” Mary chuckled, “why don’t you ring and see?” he replied, “we had agreed not to ring, no contact not till we meet on Monday on the train…!”
She shrugged, “Monday it is then!” and the spuds in a pan, they put on wellies, fortunately Gerald has big feet! hand in hand dog at heal they started the tour. The three Goats first, then the pigs, a boar and two big old sows, a brown and white Jenny, and her mate a more usual grey donkey example with a dick like a baby`s arm and who nuzzled at her exposed breasts like an old friend. In the field on the other side of the lane a herd of about a dozen sheep who all came rushing to the fence in greeting looking hungry. They crossed back to the yard, and she showed him the big low old barn, the mezzanine full of sacks of winter feed, the rest, heaps of hay and straw no doubt left over in from the winter. Under a beam there was an empty area, two chains ominously hanging about eight feet apart from the beam, over which an enormous rat scurried. she said it was, “where he would stand all through Friday nights if he came home pissed!” She laughed, “our cats do their best but there is always rats, so I always leave a light on for him!” it was her idea of a concession…
Ernest smiled then said, “well missy if you displease me here is where, you will stand and here is where I shall punish you!” she turned a little pale, then he shrugged and said, “well don’t upset me then…!” then turned and strode back to the kitchen.
She fed the a****ls still only wearing her wellies, before trudging back to the house, ‘Anus still at her side, muttering to the a****l, “Do you know Anus perhaps there is more to being his sub than just getting screwed!”
It was after tea that they sat watching television together when the newscaster went on about a virus, and yes, they had heard of it before, it had been in the papers, but the outbreak was then in China! At the time, ‘Anus’ was stood licking at his mistress, his long tongue giving her enough enjoyment to have her moan and watching the performance the news was a quickly a secondary consideration. They soon swept off to their beds, and a consummation once more of his commanding domination, twice during the long hours of darkness he exerted his superiority, and twice her cries of extasy rang round the place, disturbing ‘Anus,’ exiled in his basket.
Sunday dawned wet, he, as was his usual was up reasonably early… well by mid-morning anyway, tea mug in hand to pass time until she too awoke, he watched the TV The news came on, Lockdown… his mouth dried, within moments he was on his computer, to find it was true, no work, no travel, no contact, no… it was too much to get the head round…
He called her, fresh tea in hand, explained about the virus, as much as he knew… she leapt from her bed, tea forgotten the implications of the announcement just too much to grasp…
Her mind whirled, it was a joke, he was pulling her leg… she rushed downstairs, he in pursuit, the telly still on was giving details again, they exchanged glances, knowing they were stuck here isolated, distant… and rather alarmed she knew she was to be his slave not for just this week but for the foreseeable future…
He rang his own home, it was answered by Cassy, who said that she was ok, and that she had enough stores to survive for a week or two, an advantage of both households, each being isolated homesteads who were used to not being in a `oh I have run out I will pop to the shop` style of living! For now, they realised they were going to have to continue as they were… swapped!
The two men discussed work, and what to do, who to call and who to message. An hour then passed while Gerald took advice from old Jennings his boss, then came back to say that they would be working from their laptops, at “home!!!” and there would be a skype conference call at 2 pm for the department, each weekday. The day then descended to a level of shock and bewilderment, messages about clients and to clients, life going onto hold, there would be no Monday handover now, they were stuck with the swap.
Each of them handed over the telephones to their opposite swapees, and each were somewhat reassured to find that so far, the swappers were fairly compatible, not that in reality there was not much legally they could do about anyway!
Jayla
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