Female Domination, Country Style by Ms.C. Actually, I have been a country girl at heart all My life. Raised in a small town in the dry desert of Nevada, I longed to escape small town living and small town mentality. Now I find Myself in Maine! The first time I lived in Maine I became hooked, then I moved back to Massachusetts and Maine stayed in My heart. It's no wonder I was thrilled to finally move back last fall. Now I anticipate the spring lilacs. Oh, I love roses and irises too, but the lilacs are My favorite. Their perfume makes any day more special to Me. I have always been a firm believer in what I like to think of as homespun, homestyle Female Domination. Those city parlors and neon chrome dungeons leave me cold. Give Me the simple country life, a life in which I enjoy being surrounded by willing submissives at My beck and call. I am very much Mistress of My house and I rule with a velvet fist. My limitless collection of instruments of corporal discipline see to it! Those who serve Me understand and accept that this is a way of life for Me, not a button I switch on and off. I don't need all the glitz and glitter, the plastic faces painted on to please the masses. I am most comfortable in My long lingerie, silken caftan or comfortable stretch pants. I enjoy being feminine and being in control no matter what I am wearing, or not wearing. Sometimes I enjoy exotic make up, other times I like to indulge in wearing My rhinestones. Then there are the times that I want to glory in My femininity and dominate bare breasted. My voluptuous breasts are a symbol of My power. This is how My slaves see Me and this is how they serve Me. And serve Me they most definitely do! Well, not too long ago the day started out like any other day. After a winter that wouldn't quit, the golden sunshine was pouring over My desk. I was just starting to feel human still dressed in My long black gown I had slept in. As I sat browsing through some files on My computer, My female slave pooch kneeling at My side with My morning coffee, an idea came to Me. An extraordinary idea, a simply fantastically diabolical idea. I savored it and a hint of a smile lit across My face. "Mistress?" pooch asked, she peeked up at Me with a slight shiver. "Yes, My pet?" I gave her My most stern look, inwardly enjoying the increasing trembling that produced. "Uh, nothing, Mistress.... i just thought there was a problem...." her voice became faint with uncertainty. I enjoyed watching her large breasts heave up and down through the flimsy silken fabric of her chemise as she awaited My words. "Oh no, My dear, no problem at all," I reached out My hand and ran My long nails up her arm and across her back, "I was just devising a delightful little game. Something we will do later once little miss casey has arrived." I laughed lightly and pulled back My hand. My slave squirmed sweetly at My feet. "Now I want you to go to My bedroom and lay out some clothes for Me for today. I think I want to wear something very dominant, but discreet as well. And pack Me a small bag, I will select the toys. you are to wear something casual, with sexy panties and such beneath your clothes. Present yourself to Me dressed and ready here in 15 minutes, no sooner, no later. We are going to have an adventure. Yes, that's it! An adventure!" I clapped My hands in delight. pooch quickly kowtowed toward My feet, kissed each black velvet slippered foot and excused herself to go do My bidding. I knew by the way she scampered down the hall that she was as excited as I was at the prospect of an adventure. An adventure always meant that she was about to receive some very special attention from Me. And Maine is such a large, beautiful place in which all kinds of adventures can be planned and brought to fruition. I finished My reading and My coffee and decided to take inventory. Household domination means anything and everything can be used in the training, control and toying with of My happy slaves. What I lack in fancy dungeon furniture, I more than make up for with My all encompassing creative imagination. Thus a kitchen counter becomes a bondage altar, a beam becomes a whipping post and a couch bed becomes an entire realm of possibilities. I pulled My chair over to the equipment dresser and started going through the drawers. Toys I selected I laid at My side. When I was finished I had a collection of clamps, clothespins, rope, mitts, horsetail, soft leather flog and a buggy whip. I fished out a pair of pink frilly sissy rhumba panties from another drawer. They were perfect for My sissy. he would look simply adorable in them. I chuckled as I debated using red panties, they would match his blushing cheeks. Last, I pulled out two chastity harnesses. The one for pooch is made of thin black straps, interlacing chains and was complete with 7" and 4" dildo plugs. I added a rough rider rubber for the 7" vaginal plug and unsnapped the anal plug and dropped it back into the drawer. The other chastity, for casey, is made of chains attached to a Kali's Teeth Bracelet. This particular KTB has been modified so that it will bite, but it will not puncture. It is really quite small and hides well under the sissy panties. Both devices cannot be removed without the small silver key I wore on My bracelet. Each of My male slaves must make his own Kali's Teeth Bracelet from My specifications. I give them a time limit and require that they report for fittings and alterations until the device works properly. It is designed to persuade the slave to control their erections. When erect, the small spiked teeth bite. When erection subsides, the biting stops. Each slave is given full instructions on the use, wear and care of the KTB device. I allow it to be removed periodically to allow slave orgasm in My presence. I believe that if you can control the penis, you will control the slave. The KTB is not a fetish fantasy toy, but rather an extremely effective training device. It's simple goal is to prevent erection. Enough lecture. I piled My treasures on the dresser and left them for pooch to pack. I walked back over to My desk and waited for pooch's return. Examining My nails I decided they were fine and needed no attention. I was excited after handling the toys and thinking about what I planned to do with My slaves. It was still early, casey was not due for another hour or so. Perhaps just enough time to tease pooch and get her all juicy for the adventure of the day. pooch knelt once more at My feet, "All ready, Mistress!" she sounded a bit breathless. I stood and walked around her examining her choice of clothing for the day. One word from Me and she would have to change her clothes, continuously until I was satisfied, and she knew it. My slave wore stretch pants with a seductively tight t-shirt. On her feet were her black open toed sandals, her red polished toe nails peeking out. her blonde hair, freshly brushed, gleamed around her shoulders and she had used just a hint of eye shadow and blush, perfect for out door daytime wear. I lifted each hand and examined her polished fingernails. One slight imperfection and she would have to remove all the polish and redo them. she was practically bursting with excitement. Reaching down into her pants and past the waistband of her panties, I felt for that tell tale moistness. Yes, My slave was indeed excited! "Well, I see that you are ready, in more ways than one, My pet!" I laughed. her face turned deep red, but a small smile told Me she was in a very playful mood. "I hope you have selected appropriately for Me as well. If not, you will wish you had." I let a hint of menace creep into My friendly voice. It was not lost on her. The smile vanished as she suddenly took great interest in staring at the floor. I gave her a friendly little nudge with My foot as I walked past her and down the hall. "Oh, and don't neglect to pack the toys I've selected over there," I called over My shoulder. "And please, no drooling!" I knew she would pause at each item and fantasize about what I might have in mind. Anticipation is just as important as the actual event, and these little homey chores give My slaves just the anticipation they need to render them eager and willing to submit to My wildest desires. I was pleased with the clothes I found waiting for Me neatly on My bed. pooch had selected My long black crinkle gauze skirt, black lacey long sleeved blouse, My black half bra that pushed My breasts into delectable smooth globes, black hose, sensible but feminine black shoes and My short black silk riding gloves. My makeup was laid out on My dressing table, along with cottonballs, q-tips and tissues. My long menthol cigarettes and favorite blue ashtray sat to the side. I rarely smoke, preferring to savor the vice during anticipation play. I wondered if this was a not-so-subtle hint, pooch loves cigarette play and even becomes My human ash tray on occasion. Well, I was game for a little fun and decided to enjoy an impulsive, impromptu little play scene. Sometimes those are really the best kind. I picked up My crystal bell and rang three times, the signal that pooch was wanted in the bedroom. Each of My slaves eventually must learn My bell code, a mistake means a painful penance. I smiled My approval as she quickly arrived and kneeled before Me. "Before I get dressed, My pet, I want to have a little talk with you. Let's talk about how you prepared My things for today's outing. First, I want you to strip out of those street clothes, down to your sexy panties and bra. your sexy wet panties, I might add. you may need to change them before I am through with you!" I laughed as pooch quickly pulled out of her clothes. "Or maybe I will make you hold them in your mouth, like a good puppy. What a good gag your well-soaked panties would make!" pooch looked confused, she didn't know if I was truly displeased or simply toying with her. I decided to let her wallow in her misery a little longer. "Yes, these things....." I pointed to the bed, "Do you consider them suitable for what I have planned for today?" "Uh, well, yes Mistress..... I think so....." she mumbled. "Oh, and I am to believe that you can read My mind? That you know what I have planned for today?" I steeled My voice and tapped My foot, towering over My shrinking slave girl. "Are you trying to say that I am predictable?" I leaned down into her face, our noses almost touching. I could feel her breath on My cheeks and her eyes fluttered as she tried to avoid My piercing eyes. "No Mistress, I am not. I just thought.... " she sighed and gave up, slumping closer to the floor curling into a ball at My feet. This move usually melts My darkest mood, and pooch reacts on instinct, not artfulness. But I wasn't in a mood, I was simply playing with My toy. I reached down and grabbed a handful of blonde hair bending her head back until our eyes met once more. Then I let out what seemed like an exasperated sigh and released her, walking over to My dressing table. "Come over here, slave, come kneel at My feet. I am in the mood to share a cigarette with you. Here light one for Me," I threw the pack at Her feet. she snatched the pack up, pulled a cigarette from within the cellophane and slyly retrieved a lighter from the pocket of her pants laying on the floor. Barely able to conceal her mischievous little grin, she lit the cigarette and then offered it to Me. I accepted it graciously, offering My own innocent smile in return. I enjoy sharing a cigarette with pooch in a very special way. I dragged on the smoke luxuriously cultivating a nice long ash as My slave girl trembled at My feet. she held her arms outstretched, palms together, a living ashtray at my disposal. My slave girl relishes this event, it is far from degrading to her, it is "high female dominant play", a special form of power exchange that only a select few understand. Far from being humiliated, pooch feels especially honored. I took one more puff then extended My arm straight out and flicked the long ash into pooch's waiting hands. It was hot, she winced, I glanced at her palm and saw that everything was fine, no burning. And so we continued, Me cultivating the long ash while she trembled at My feet waiting for My gray offering, reveling in sweet pleasure and pain each time the ashes landed. From time to time, I ran the cigarette close to her flesh so that she could savor the white hot intensity of it. I especially enjoyed watching her nipples crinkle in response. "Ok, My dear, the cigarette is almost gone. I want you to do one last thing for Me." I pulled pooch closer to My feet. "Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue. That's it, good girl." I flicked My remaining ashes on her tongue. "Now swallow. Very good!" "Thank you, Mistress," pooch murmured reverently as she obeyed. "And, by the way, you did perfectly well in selecting My things," I ruffled her hair playfully. "But you are really disheveled, get your clothes on and get ready. We are going to have an adventure!" With a wave of My hand, I dismissed pooch from My room. she grabbed her clothes and ran to finish preparing for the outing. I turned to My dressing table and applied some light eye shadow with mascara. Soon I heard casey's pick up truck pulling into My driveway and knew My other slave had arrived. Of all My part time slaves, casey is an interesting one. A mixture of down home country boy, complete with all the "Yes Ma'am" manners, and sissy maid. It is not that he could easily pass as a woman, and that is not the intent. But rather, that he wishes to learn the duties and behavior of a well trained Lady's Maid. his duties are quite similar to those of a live in slave or house boy, with the addition of feminization training. The truck was comfortable enough, and I required that it be thoroughly cleaned prior to reporting for weekly duty. I am unconcerned whether My slave arrives in a pick up truck or fancy sports car. I prefer something comfortable and in good working order. I don't pretend to have airs about such things and find people that do very uncomfortable to be around. The important thing is that the slave is reporting ready and willing to serve, not what he drives. However, living in the country, the slave must have some type of vehicle to be of service to Me. In front of My male slaves, pooch is treated as their superior, she is Senior Slave in My home and her orders to them are to be obeyed just as if they came from Me. On occasion I allow pooch to dominate one of My slaves, as a reward or for My entertainment. Most of the time she prefers to stay at My feet, as My slave. My male slaves are taught to address her as "Miss Patty", not Mistress. "Hello casey," I smiled down at My kneeling slave. "you are on time today, it won't be necessary to dismiss you immediately. Perhaps, you are finally beginning to learn that Mistress abhors slaves that are repeatedly late!" "Yes, Mistress. i am happy you are pleased, thank you, Mistress," responded casey. his easy smile spread across his face. "Stand slave, and let us see you. Remove your clothes and assume inspection position." casey slowly removed each garment and folded it at his side, then stood with legs spread and hands clasped behind his head. "pooch fetch me the training crop," a quick glance her way assured Me she was obeying. pooch knelt head down, My thin white training crop in her outstretched hands. "Good girl," I murmured and pat her on the head as I grasped the crop. "Assume inspection over here next to casey, but you may leave your clothes on." I thought I saw the tiniest smirk cast casey's way as she took her place beside him. "Is something amusing to you, slave?" I demanded. "No Mistress!" both slaves chimed in unison and shook their heads to assure Me that was not the case. I chuckled to Myself and decided to let the smirk pass this time. slaves have a tendency to laugh and giggle at the most inappropriate times so there would be plenty of future opportunities to correct this minor transgression. I spent the next few minutes examining My slaves and putting them through their various paces, positions and commands. I walked over to the bag pooch had packed and pulled out the pink frilly panties and KTB I had selected earlier for casey. I walked over in front of him, grasped his sissy clit and teased him into a semi-erection. Then I firmly stretched it outward as I snapped on the Kali's Teeth Bracelet. With a friendly squeeze I released My grip on him. I looked down at the KTB clasping his sissy clit and walked around behind him. "Tell Me slave casey, are you enjoying the KTB?" I knew it was a loaded question. Depending on My mood, a question that could never be completely answered correctly. "Or would you rather not wear it?" My voice dripped with seeming concern. I handed him the frilly panties from behind and he pulled them on as he answered Me. "Yes, Mistress, I am enjoying wearing the KTB, but only because it pleases you," casey stated firmly. he knew better than to sound uncertain. "Good, I was thinking of allowing you a slave orgasm, but since you obviously don't need it or desire it, it can wait. Maybe next week, slave. Get dressed." I turned back to the bag and pulled out pooch's chastity. "And you, My little darling, don't fear you will be neglected. I want you to wear this, pull down your pants and your panties and put your hands back behind your head." I reached into the bag and pulled out some Personal Touch lubricant and spread it on the dildo plug that would soon be nestled deep inside My slave girl's hot wet pussy. I greased it well then admonished pooch to stand still while I inserted it completely to the hilt. she moaned as she felt it's presence. I spent a few moments pulling it out and reinserting it, just to tease her. I felt for her clit and it was hot and hard to My touch. With satisfaction, I plunged the dildo deep inside her once more, snapped it to the chastity and locked the chastity in place. "Now that we are ready My slaves, lets get going. casey you can carry the bag, pooch seems a bit busy at the moment," Indeed, My slave girl could hardly walk. I knew those panties were beyond soaked by now. I laughed as I caught both of My slaves staring at My well defined cleavage. Yes, pooch had chosen well, I was sure to drive them crazy during our adventure! I was getting excited Myself at the prospect of what I intended to do. But I knew I had to wait, to hold out until the moment was just right. The drive started out like many drives in the country My slaves take Me on, but that was about to change. pooch was breathing hard and squirming in the seat between casey and I. casey was trying to look unconcerned, he was used to the KTB but not used to having pooch so close to him and in obvious heat. I could tell by the expression on his face that he was having a hard (pun intended) time. I directed casey to drive to the coast, I love the ocean and it was the type of day that the ocean would be at it's finest. Not hot, cool and clear, the sky deep, deep blue. I enjoyed the scenery as I anticipated the fun that was about to come. There are countless nooks and crannies in the rugged Maine coastline and many a secret hideaway can be found by the diligent. It was just such a place I sought, one similar to a place I once found to take outdoor domination photos, something I enjoy. Finally, I found just the right spot. It had been miles since we had seen anyone and the ocean was a short walk through a patch of woods. It was green and lush, but most importantly, it was deserted. We climbed down from the truck and made our way into the woods. There was a bit of a trail, so we weren't really crashing through the underbrush or anything. I found a clearing with two thick birch trees about four feet apart. Perfect! "Ok slaves, stand up next to those trees, facing away from Me. Put your arms around the trees and hug." I quickly stood in front of each tree, twining rope around their wrists in a casual bondage easy to remove if we were about to be discovered. It wasn't meant to be escape proof, which I am fully capable of doing, it was more symbolic of their station. Alternating between My two slaves, I exposed their backs and buttocks in quick little flashes. Just enough for a few strokes of the horsehair, or a tease to the chastity. I alternated implements, finally favoring the buggy whip for it's exact, deliberate sting. My slaves danced for Me in the woods that day, danced and called out their sweet songs of enslaved surrender. It was a moment I would have liked to capture in time. "Are we having fun, pets? I don't know about you, but I am having fun. Imagine what some tourist would think if they were to discover us here. Or if I decided to go for a walk and leave the two of you trussed to your handy trees." I was on a roll, "Or maybe I would tie you up together? Just imagine!" I could tell by their faces that they were as completely lost in the moment as I was. Finished with the woodsy discipline, I selected a pair of gleaming clover leaf nipple clamps and stood in front of pooch. "Now it's time to wear your slave jewelry for Me, My pet." I exposed her breasts and attached the clamps, the chain around the trunk of the tree. It made an interesting picture, her breasts separated that way. casey was adorned with clothespins. These I attached to his balls. I continued until I had run out and his balls looked like a porcupine. I thought that was fitting for being in the woods and all. I admired My handiwork, then pulled My slaves clothing up hiding the clamps. "Guess I will go for that walk now, bye slaves," I started walking away, toward the ocean. "Maybe I can find some pretty shells while the two of you meditate." I didn't go far, just behind them and out of eyesight. They were squirming and wiggling, but the clamps in all the right places made sure they didn't go far. I knew their fear of discovery would prevent them from calling out for Me. I watched for a few minutes then strode in front of them once more. They both looked visibly relieved. "Well, I hope you two had a good meditation time. Lets remove the jewelry and clothespins and warm you up once more," So saying I removed the clamps and clothespins and proceeded to pepper their backs, buttocks and thighs with the stinging buggy whip. From time to time I tested their chastities, just as I suspected pooch was drenched. I removed her chastity, pulled out the dildo and pushed her against the rough tree as I continued whipping her. "Mistress, may I cum?" pooch called out, rubbing her juices all over the tree in her response to My stinging strokes. "No! Not yet, slave! Not until you have pleased me!" I ceased the whipping and reinserted the dildo, snapping the chastity back in place. pooch was dancing on one foot by now in an effort to relieve herself inwardly on the dildo. Checking casey, I saw that he had indeed released some sissy tears from his sissy clit. Maybe I would allow both My slaves release that day. But first I was to be pleased. Releasing them from their trees, I led My slaves through the woods to a large flat grey rock I had spied near the water's edge. It was a perfect spot, the woods shielded us from the road and not a sign of civilization was to be seen in any direction. I noticed pooch had packed a blanket and several cushions. I placed two cushions at the foot of the immense rock and spread the blanket with another cushion across the rock. Then I sat and relaxed. "Kneel on the cushions slaves. If you both please Me properly and follow My directions exactly, you will be rewarded. Is that clearly understood?" I gazed at them each and saw that they were eager to discover just what I had in mind. I laid back and made Myself comfortable. "I have decided that I will indulge in My own little fantasy today, slaves. And you two will be the tools used to fulfill it. Don't worry it isn't painful, or even all that strenuous." I grinned as I cuffed casey's hands behind his back and slipped the soft leather bondage mitts onto pooch's hands. "First, casey you are to observe. pooch I want you to massage Me with your leather covered hands. Begin with My breasts." I opened My blouse and let My breasts flow out. pooch did her best to massage Me with the leather mitts, from time to time I directed a nipple into her mouth, which she sucked with a strong passion. "Ah yes, My pooch, you do know what you are doing," I sighed. casey squirmed at our feet. "Now, My full buttocks. I want to feel the warm leather glide around My naked ass," I turned on My side, closing My blouse and lifting My skirt. I had removed My panties and pooch began to caress Me once more. "Are you paying attention, casey? This is how a slave pleases the Mistress. you may come forward and kiss My feet as she continues. Yes, remove My shoes so that you can worship My toes." It was a thrilling high laying on the broad flat rock by the powerful ocean as My two slaves labored to please Me and bring Me pleasure. "Oh pooch, kiss My ass, get your tongue on it, I want to feel your hot breath on My naked skin." I grasped her by the hair and directed her mouth where I wanted it. "Very good, ok, stop, both of you. Move back." Reluctantly, My slaves pulled back and went into a waiting position once more at the foot of the rock. I arranged Myself and then pulled pooch to Me once more as I laid on My back propped on the soft cushion. "Now, I want to feel your lips and tongue traveling up My silky inner thighs. Slowly, My pet, I want you to tease Me. casey, you are to observe, I expect you to pay full attention. pooch's tongue flicked up My thighs and down again until I directed her to move a bit closer to My vagina. Actually, it was a shorter tease than I normally like, but it was the first time I had required this pleasure outdoors by the ocean. "Pull your panties down, pooch. That's it, now please Me and please Me well or you will not be rewarded." With that, I grabbed pooch's hair and pulled her face into My vagina, casey looking on in rapt attention. It wasn't long until I orgasmed, not once, but in a series of quick, strong thrusts. At one point I thought I would throw us from the rock into the sea. But that was not the case. As I recovered My breath, adjusting My clothing until I was once more fully covered, I looked at My two slaves. They were right on the edge, so I decided a reward was in order. I pulled pooch down beside Me, kissing her as I removed the chastity. Then I pumped the dildo slowly in and out as I reminded her that she is My slave, one finger on her clit as I brought her over the edge. "May I cum Mistress?!" she implored frantically, "Yes, My pet, cum for Me, cum for your Mistress." as the orgasm swept over her, I held pooch and continued My attentions. A glance at casey and I knew he too would be rewarded, but first a short rest. I helped pooch straighten herself out then turned to casey. "I am indeed a merciful Mistress, and today you will see just how merciful I am." I unlocked the KTB and released his sissy clit. "You will now entertain Miss Patty and I. Yes, I want to see you cum. I want you to squirt your sissy tears into the sea." It was over way too fast as I spoke. Red faced casey asked for permission and it was granted. I looked at My two slaves as we clambered back into the truck and thought to Myself about the state motto, "Maine - the way life should be". Well that certainly said it all for Me!