513 Swapsie s Ernest s story
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515 Ernest`s story
The next few days passed without much to write about, oh they had sex, but it was sadly her week, oh Mary was no longer properly fertile, and was on the change, but it was still occasionally a pain in the belly that threw plans into disarray. So…it was not really till the next weekend when she declared herself available once more.
Each day during the dry season, he had dutifully called in at 2pm and had spent the meeting, dolling out jobs and answering queries. Each man in his section dealing with the allotted work during the afternoons, what little there was, and wondering if things would ever be the same again! This had allowed them to lay in each morning, though there was still a fair bit to do round the place, goats to milk, a****ls to feed, pens to muck out, a garden to tend it all took time.
Ernest was more of a doer than Gerald, as the days passed the place looked tidier, the muddy yard was now back to the cobbles it had once been, the hedge cut meant they could see into the roadway, and the back lawn was now a lawn again not an uncut meadow. Sadly, it had not rubbed off on Mary, cats still roamed the worktops, and the dog ‘Anus’ was not ever far away.
Eggs were still collected as was the goats milk but to yon butchers disgust it was a gateway exchange, though she had promised him, if he were certain he was not infected she would have his steak the next week, and she would make up for lost time! dutifully he supplied two juicy steaks then pottered away. The post came and was left in a box at the gate, outgoing being collected by the chap as he delivered, it was all working out well. They rang their other halves on the Friday, both seemed in good spirits, Gerald asking if they were still liking one another, which Mary answered by saying “Well he is still apparently keen to tup me most nights, so I suspect were ok!” which had all four laughing. They discussed the virus, and the men sat back as the women chatted about the step`s they had taken… women`s chat even though they had never met!
It was after the call that Ernest sat looking at his partner, she was a bit overweight and a lazy slut around the house, but he could think of worse sexual partners to be stuck with… he said “I suppose my misses is getting herself fucked up hill and down by your hubby then!” she looked at him in a quizzical way and laughed “probably the other way around , he`s a right wimp… oh he does dom me but it’s a sham, you can tell that of a Friday night when he submits to hanging in the barn all night, like a little lamb, takes off his own clothes he does and stands for me to cuff him and secure him, I give him a wank and smear him with it so the fly`s and insects plague him if it`s a warm night too. Then I go to bed and ‘anus’ sees me right, Oh and he knows it, hanging their all night so he can contemplate what I am doing, I let him down when I wake and I let him have breakfast after he`s wanked on his toast and thanked me for his night in the barn!”
Ernest sat gawping at her, oh he had been dominated as well as taking a turn as dom, but wow this was a long way further into it than he had ventured. He said as much and she said in turn “well we have time, and not a lot to do, and this looks to be going on for a fair while according to the news broadcasts so perhaps we could take turns to take charge, I am game if you are…!”
They stood regarding one another for a moment then he said, “well ok then, but we need rules or some sort of limits?” they sat with coffee, each composing the rules, until they felt happy with it all and choosing a mutual safe word for it if it all got too much, her only restriction was that she did not want him to watch her with ‘anus’ which struck him as odd! They decided each to have a week at a time as the dom, and to each write down their sub fantasies, strangely it was all very much like Gerald and Cassie though they were as yet not to know that.
As I said it was the Sunday when she had declared herself fit again and it was at tea when they sat and ate, swapping A4 printer paper notes on which were written the fantasies, then they solemnly flipped a coin, Mary calling heads, it came down for her and she smiled.
His page said, he wanted to be used like Gerald, and that he would be returning the favour next week if she liked it or not, he so wanted to be used and degraded, and to watch her with the butcher on Thursday, but for more than a wham bam thank you mam session.
The meal over she stood and told him to stand, which he did, taking a ball of twine from the sideboard she made a noose and slid it round his balls, he stood for her to do it, dutifully holding his tool to his belly so she could have better access, once his lead was in place she sat and instructed him to wash up and tidy the table which he did urged on by odd tugs at the twine. She explained that, “on Thursday you will be secured to the top of the doorframe by this lead and your arms secured in front of your body, while I give herself to the butcher, you will be able to wank, but if you dare to come you will be severely dealt with my needles!”
He shuddered, she stood, muttered “come!” then led him out and across to the barn, her joggling buttocks leading him across the hot dry yard, the lead tight round his balls, a symbol of his subservience. Entering the barn she put on a light, lead him to the beam and quietly said, “You can choose if you face the door or the hay” while he made up his mind, she collected cuffs from a box up on a dusty shelf and fitted them to his wrists. removing the noose from his balls He chose to face the door and with a smile she clipped the cuffs up to the chains. He was now secured, unable to move much, but stood fairly comfortably.
She stood back and quietly and with menace in her voice she said, “I asked which way round you wished to stand as I am going to whip you and I can only do that from the doorway, oh don’t worry it will only be 6 strokes, your friend Gerald gets a lot more nowadays!” from the box she took a long thin single tail whip, ‘Anal’ now appeared sniffed at the hanging man`s genitailia, even licked the precum from the tool end then walking to his mistress he sat diligently beside her, as if to say ‘get on with it, mum’
Smiling she fondled the a****ls shaggy head, “alright Anal, I get the message” she raised her arm and with a practised flick the end of the lash struck his belly, it stung like fire, another then a third flick fell! he had long wondered what it would be like to be whipped, automatically his penis began to rise, he was not in charge of himself, and she was laughing at his reaction which made his stiffness worse. Crack this time she was expertly handling the whip, the tip struck his left nipple, red hot pain shot to his brain it was sublime but painful, this woman his woman, was punishing him, beating him, using him and he was loving it, god alone knew why but it was turning him on like he could not remember. Crack the fifth stroke found his other breast, it was hard it was painful and without a word, it said he knew where the final stroke would fall. Sheer terror roared through his mind, he looked her in the eye, the link was made, he realised she was waiting for him. Realising what she was expecting he slowly raised his right leg, his eyes and hers never leaving one another. He glimpsed rather than saw her hand flick the lash up between his legs the tip of the leather cracking against his puckered anal ring, the lash clouting his scrotal sack stinging and sending a message of red-hot pain direct to his mind. His tool began spewing seed towards her ‘Anal’ leaping forward to catch the emission in the air, so it was not contaminated on the filthy floor, it was a well-practised game, he could tell. Without a word she turned and walked away, her dog at heal the door slamming with an air of finality.
It was a long night, soon he tried standing on one leg, then on the other, he tried hanging from the chains, nothing worked, it was uncomfortable, whatever he did, his neck tired, his muscles ached, the whip marks stung, a blowfly walked on his sweaty forehead, then buzzed to his belly.
A huge rat scuttled along another beam, his super tense senses realising that apparently the hay was alive with rodents, he shuddered, but need not have worried, the plague was more interested in the stored a****l feeds. It was to be a long, long night!
By dawn he was hung on the chains, his strength long gone, tears dampening his cheeks, enough was enough.
She appeared at the door, brisk and energetic ignoring his distress she refitted the noose, unclipped the wristlets from the chain and towing him on his jelly like indoors pointing him to a seat at the table where she had laid his breakfast and a huge mug of tea which he slurped with enthusiasm.
“I can see your tired!” she said, “tuff titty your going to screw me in a moment then I`ve a day of chores I`m going to inflict on you, you won`t forget in a hurry, especially as you enjoyed the whip so much last evening!” she grinned, “You see my ‘Anal’ loves cum, and I am in control of your balls, just remember that” she gave the noose a tug, just as he was shovelling the last piece of bacon into his mouth, which cased him to drop the morsel and lose it to the eager ‘anus’ who was waiting hopefully under the table.
He knew he had agreed to be hers for the week, but he also knew she was his next week and he mentioned it by saying, “Revenge is sweet missy and next week..,” her sharp reply stunned him, “that is exactly why I am being so hard on you, you pillock, my man has not the balls to use me as I have fantasised and just this once in my lifetime, you, I hope will have, I want to live out my fantasy`s, properly and with a man that doesn’t hold back, its been my fantasy time and again and even if you have to nurse me back to health afterwards, it`s what I want!” he sat regarding her for a long moment, then said he, “understood, and would try to do as she wished, but he and his lovely wife had never gone as far as she apparently wanted, and it might be hard, but he would try,” and “would she be specific about her needs in writing please, as he didn’t want to ‘lose his way’!”
She in reply hauled his arms together in front of him and slipped on a pair of handcuffs, gently kissing him on his ear and whispering, that she would, write chapter and verse before next weekend if he so desired but… she wanted him to, “only use it as a guide!”
The subject over she had him move to the living room, bending him over the sofa and striking him cruelly with her riding crop across his arse a few times, a reminder of her being his mistress. The day progressed slowly for him, he washed up, he did the laundry and still naked put out the washing, pegging it on the line in full view of any traffic passing on the main road, it being a windy and bright day in the afternoon he fetched it in and spent an hour ironing! His week, always in handcuffs, became one of domestic achievement, and marks from that crop, he hoovered, he dusted, and he cooked for her, though he found it hard to wipe his arse, most of the rest he mastered! The kitchen had never looked so clean, which the cats hated and bewildered ‘Anus’ who couldn’t get a grip of the smell of bleach and looked unhappy, though he feasted on Ernest`s seed a time or two occasionally from her full sex but mostly direct from the source, which Ernest hated!
It was soon Thursday, the butchers day, on Wednesday evening when she had phoned in her order as usual, she had arranged that he “made his round fit so he would have time to have tea and enjoy himself!” which he agreed to eagerly. So, it was no surprise when he was later than usual arriving, having reorganised his round to accommodate her. It was completely against the quarantine regs but she greeted the butcher with a kiss dressed in her dressing gown and nothing else, he lugged her meat order into the kitchen, where sat her guest naked, and whom she introduced as her cousin who had been marooned here with her due to the lockdown!
The butcher looked crestfallen, then noticed the hand cuffs…looking amazed and shooting her a look of wonder, but she said, “Oh don’t worry he knows of our `arrangement’ and is my slave, he knows that last week you missed out, so this week you can have twice as long using me!” the butcher looked amazed, and stunned, being unused to performing to an audience, and he said so, Ernest nodding his understanding and leaving them to it going and sitting in the living room but leaving the door open so he could at least hear!
It was a full blooded encounter, and it did not take long, well not the first time anyway, the two subsequent bouts took longer and Ernest couldn’t resist taking a peek at the last noisy time, the scene being ‘his’ woman, ‘his’ Mary, who was lying face down over the end of the table facing away from the door, and her assailant his broad frame behind her, was ramming his meat into her with gusto, his bare back to our hero, his arse moving muscularly each time he thrust, and when finally he filled her, he collapsed on her back like a sack of wet sand!
Slowly he withdrew, Ernest removing himself silently, before the butcher had his wits and his clothes back on. Mary made tea, calling her lover from the living room, then explaining to the butcher the set up. He sat looking stunned, she explained that “next week when you come, I shall be the one in handcuffs, it is our way!” the only comment the man made was “wow!”
“I don’t want this gossiping about, so think on matey, if a word is leaked that will be the end of your games, understand!” he nodded, and promised silence on his part, then she shocked him a little more, ”Next week, he (she indicated Ernest) he will not only be present, he will fuck my face as you have me, oh and don’t be surprised if I am secured, it will be part of our games, OK?” the loose jawed butcher nodded, she continued, “I may well have crop marks so don’t be surprised, life is like that here. Now, have I paid enough for my steak this time then, if so you can let yourself out!” the bemused man was soon outside, and they heard his van start and drive slowly away as she returned things to their usual naked state and had him go milk the goats.
The next few days passed without much to write about, oh they had sex, but it was sadly her week, oh Mary was no longer properly fertile, and was on the change, but it was still occasionally a pain in the belly that threw plans into disarray. So…it was not really till the next weekend when she declared herself available once more.
Each day during the dry season, he had dutifully called in at 2pm and had spent the meeting, dolling out jobs and answering queries. Each man in his section dealing with the allotted work during the afternoons, what little there was, and wondering if things would ever be the same again! This had allowed them to lay in each morning, though there was still a fair bit to do round the place, goats to milk, a****ls to feed, pens to muck out, a garden to tend it all took time.
Ernest was more of a doer than Gerald, as the days passed the place looked tidier, the muddy yard was now back to the cobbles it had once been, the hedge cut meant they could see into the roadway, and the back lawn was now a lawn again not an uncut meadow. Sadly, it had not rubbed off on Mary, cats still roamed the worktops, and the dog ‘Anus’ was not ever far away.
Eggs were still collected as was the goats milk but to yon butchers disgust it was a gateway exchange, though she had promised him, if he were certain he was not infected she would have his steak the next week, and she would make up for lost time! dutifully he supplied two juicy steaks then pottered away. The post came and was left in a box at the gate, outgoing being collected by the chap as he delivered, it was all working out well. They rang their other halves on the Friday, both seemed in good spirits, Gerald asking if they were still liking one another, which Mary answered by saying “Well he is still apparently keen to tup me most nights, so I suspect were ok!” which had all four laughing. They discussed the virus, and the men sat back as the women chatted about the step`s they had taken… women`s chat even though they had never met!
It was after the call that Ernest sat looking at his partner, she was a bit overweight and a lazy slut around the house, but he could think of worse sexual partners to be stuck with… he said “I suppose my misses is getting herself fucked up hill and down by your hubby then!” she looked at him in a quizzical way and laughed “probably the other way around , he`s a right wimp… oh he does dom me but it’s a sham, you can tell that of a Friday night when he submits to hanging in the barn all night, like a little lamb, takes off his own clothes he does and stands for me to cuff him and secure him, I give him a wank and smear him with it so the fly`s and insects plague him if it`s a warm night too. Then I go to bed and ‘anus’ sees me right, Oh and he knows it, hanging their all night so he can contemplate what I am doing, I let him down when I wake and I let him have breakfast after he`s wanked on his toast and thanked me for his night in the barn!”
Ernest sat gawping at her, oh he had been dominated as well as taking a turn as dom, but wow this was a long way further into it than he had ventured. He said as much and she said in turn “well we have time, and not a lot to do, and this looks to be going on for a fair while according to the news broadcasts so perhaps we could take turns to take charge, I am game if you are…!”
They stood regarding one another for a moment then he said, “well ok then, but we need rules or some sort of limits?” they sat with coffee, each composing the rules, until they felt happy with it all and choosing a mutual safe word for it if it all got too much, her only restriction was that she did not want him to watch her with ‘anus’ which struck him as odd! They decided each to have a week at a time as the dom, and to each write down their sub fantasies, strangely it was all very much like Gerald and Cassie though they were as yet not to know that.
As I said it was the Sunday when she had declared herself fit again and it was at tea when they sat and ate, swapping A4 printer paper notes on which were written the fantasies, then they solemnly flipped a coin, Mary calling heads, it came down for her and she smiled.
His page said, he wanted to be used like Gerald, and that he would be returning the favour next week if she liked it or not, he so wanted to be used and degraded, and to watch her with the butcher on Thursday, but for more than a wham bam thank you mam session.
The meal over she stood and told him to stand, which he did, taking a ball of twine from the sideboard she made a noose and slid it round his balls, he stood for her to do it, dutifully holding his tool to his belly so she could have better access, once his lead was in place she sat and instructed him to wash up and tidy the table which he did urged on by odd tugs at the twine. She explained that, “on Thursday you will be secured to the top of the doorframe by this lead and your arms secured in front of your body, while I give herself to the butcher, you will be able to wank, but if you dare to come you will be severely dealt with my needles!”
He shuddered, she stood, muttered “come!” then led him out and across to the barn, her joggling buttocks leading him across the hot dry yard, the lead tight round his balls, a symbol of his subservience. Entering the barn she put on a light, lead him to the beam and quietly said, “You can choose if you face the door or the hay” while he made up his mind, she collected cuffs from a box up on a dusty shelf and fitted them to his wrists. removing the noose from his balls He chose to face the door and with a smile she clipped the cuffs up to the chains. He was now secured, unable to move much, but stood fairly comfortably.
She stood back and quietly and with menace in her voice she said, “I asked which way round you wished to stand as I am going to whip you and I can only do that from the doorway, oh don’t worry it will only be 6 strokes, your friend Gerald gets a lot more nowadays!” from the box she took a long thin single tail whip, ‘Anal’ now appeared sniffed at the hanging man`s genitailia, even licked the precum from the tool end then walking to his mistress he sat diligently beside her, as if to say ‘get on with it, mum’
Smiling she fondled the a****ls shaggy head, “alright Anal, I get the message” she raised her arm and with a practised flick the end of the lash struck his belly, it stung like fire, another then a third flick fell! he had long wondered what it would be like to be whipped, automatically his penis began to rise, he was not in charge of himself, and she was laughing at his reaction which made his stiffness worse. Crack this time she was expertly handling the whip, the tip struck his left nipple, red hot pain shot to his brain it was sublime but painful, this woman his woman, was punishing him, beating him, using him and he was loving it, god alone knew why but it was turning him on like he could not remember. Crack the fifth stroke found his other breast, it was hard it was painful and without a word, it said he knew where the final stroke would fall. Sheer terror roared through his mind, he looked her in the eye, the link was made, he realised she was waiting for him. Realising what she was expecting he slowly raised his right leg, his eyes and hers never leaving one another. He glimpsed rather than saw her hand flick the lash up between his legs the tip of the leather cracking against his puckered anal ring, the lash clouting his scrotal sack stinging and sending a message of red-hot pain direct to his mind. His tool began spewing seed towards her ‘Anal’ leaping forward to catch the emission in the air, so it was not contaminated on the filthy floor, it was a well-practised game, he could tell. Without a word she turned and walked away, her dog at heal the door slamming with an air of finality.
It was a long night, soon he tried standing on one leg, then on the other, he tried hanging from the chains, nothing worked, it was uncomfortable, whatever he did, his neck tired, his muscles ached, the whip marks stung, a blowfly walked on his sweaty forehead, then buzzed to his belly.
A huge rat scuttled along another beam, his super tense senses realising that apparently the hay was alive with rodents, he shuddered, but need not have worried, the plague was more interested in the stored a****l feeds. It was to be a long, long night!
By dawn he was hung on the chains, his strength long gone, tears dampening his cheeks, enough was enough.
She appeared at the door, brisk and energetic ignoring his distress she refitted the noose, unclipped the wristlets from the chain and towing him on his jelly like indoors pointing him to a seat at the table where she had laid his breakfast and a huge mug of tea which he slurped with enthusiasm.
“I can see your tired!” she said, “tuff titty your going to screw me in a moment then I`ve a day of chores I`m going to inflict on you, you won`t forget in a hurry, especially as you enjoyed the whip so much last evening!” she grinned, “You see my ‘Anal’ loves cum, and I am in control of your balls, just remember that” she gave the noose a tug, just as he was shovelling the last piece of bacon into his mouth, which cased him to drop the morsel and lose it to the eager ‘anus’ who was waiting hopefully under the table.
He knew he had agreed to be hers for the week, but he also knew she was his next week and he mentioned it by saying, “Revenge is sweet missy and next week..,” her sharp reply stunned him, “that is exactly why I am being so hard on you, you pillock, my man has not the balls to use me as I have fantasised and just this once in my lifetime, you, I hope will have, I want to live out my fantasy`s, properly and with a man that doesn’t hold back, its been my fantasy time and again and even if you have to nurse me back to health afterwards, it`s what I want!” he sat regarding her for a long moment, then said he, “understood, and would try to do as she wished, but he and his lovely wife had never gone as far as she apparently wanted, and it might be hard, but he would try,” and “would she be specific about her needs in writing please, as he didn’t want to ‘lose his way’!”
She in reply hauled his arms together in front of him and slipped on a pair of handcuffs, gently kissing him on his ear and whispering, that she would, write chapter and verse before next weekend if he so desired but… she wanted him to, “only use it as a guide!”
The subject over she had him move to the living room, bending him over the sofa and striking him cruelly with her riding crop across his arse a few times, a reminder of her being his mistress. The day progressed slowly for him, he washed up, he did the laundry and still naked put out the washing, pegging it on the line in full view of any traffic passing on the main road, it being a windy and bright day in the afternoon he fetched it in and spent an hour ironing! His week, always in handcuffs, became one of domestic achievement, and marks from that crop, he hoovered, he dusted, and he cooked for her, though he found it hard to wipe his arse, most of the rest he mastered! The kitchen had never looked so clean, which the cats hated and bewildered ‘Anus’ who couldn’t get a grip of the smell of bleach and looked unhappy, though he feasted on Ernest`s seed a time or two occasionally from her full sex but mostly direct from the source, which Ernest hated!
It was soon Thursday, the butchers day, on Wednesday evening when she had phoned in her order as usual, she had arranged that he “made his round fit so he would have time to have tea and enjoy himself!” which he agreed to eagerly. So, it was no surprise when he was later than usual arriving, having reorganised his round to accommodate her. It was completely against the quarantine regs but she greeted the butcher with a kiss dressed in her dressing gown and nothing else, he lugged her meat order into the kitchen, where sat her guest naked, and whom she introduced as her cousin who had been marooned here with her due to the lockdown!
The butcher looked crestfallen, then noticed the hand cuffs…looking amazed and shooting her a look of wonder, but she said, “Oh don’t worry he knows of our `arrangement’ and is my slave, he knows that last week you missed out, so this week you can have twice as long using me!” the butcher looked amazed, and stunned, being unused to performing to an audience, and he said so, Ernest nodding his understanding and leaving them to it going and sitting in the living room but leaving the door open so he could at least hear!
It was a full blooded encounter, and it did not take long, well not the first time anyway, the two subsequent bouts took longer and Ernest couldn’t resist taking a peek at the last noisy time, the scene being ‘his’ woman, ‘his’ Mary, who was lying face down over the end of the table facing away from the door, and her assailant his broad frame behind her, was ramming his meat into her with gusto, his bare back to our hero, his arse moving muscularly each time he thrust, and when finally he filled her, he collapsed on her back like a sack of wet sand!
Slowly he withdrew, Ernest removing himself silently, before the butcher had his wits and his clothes back on. Mary made tea, calling her lover from the living room, then explaining to the butcher the set up. He sat looking stunned, she explained that “next week when you come, I shall be the one in handcuffs, it is our way!” the only comment the man made was “wow!”
“I don’t want this gossiping about, so think on matey, if a word is leaked that will be the end of your games, understand!” he nodded, and promised silence on his part, then she shocked him a little more, ”Next week, he (she indicated Ernest) he will not only be present, he will fuck my face as you have me, oh and don’t be surprised if I am secured, it will be part of our games, OK?” the loose jawed butcher nodded, she continued, “I may well have crop marks so don’t be surprised, life is like that here. Now, have I paid enough for my steak this time then, if so you can let yourself out!” the bemused man was soon outside, and they heard his van start and drive slowly away as she returned things to their usual naked state and had him go milk the goats.
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