Part Two
Mistress snapped her fingers as she walked towards the barn. As Krissy trailed miserably after her, he could not help but notice the beauty of her ass in the clinging white jodhpurs; peachy, firm, and toned. The woman in Krissy was inspired by it. The man in him almost yelled in agony at the pain from the cage.
Krissy averted his eyes, and took deep breaths as Mistress had taught him. The throbbing pain subsided, as Krissy shuffled into the cool, dim barn.
As his eyes adjusted to the light, Krissy saw Mistress locked in an embrace with a tall, well-muscled stable boy, which did nothing to improve his discomfort. He quickly looked away and stood, staring at the sawdust, until Mistress said,
Krissy looked and saw Mistress’s eyes gleaming, like a cat, as she kept a casual hand resting on the stable boy’s cock beside her, which was hard and visible through his tight jeans. Mistress looked particularly beautiful, Krissy thought, with her long blonde hair swept back, and a fitted black riding jacket, nipped in at the waist, above her skintight ivory jodhpurs and black riding boots.
“This is Bill,” said Mistress, as she smiled at the dark-haired young man beside her and squeezed his cock for emphasis.
“He has set things up for us.”
Krissy gazed around him at the vast barn with its thick carpet of sawdust. In the centre, Krissy saw a bullwhip coiled like a snake.
“Let me know if you need anything else, Miss Georgina,” said Bill, looking as if he were about to faint, as the stroking and squeezing continued.
“Oh, I will, darling . . . see you soon.”
Bill sauntered off, all long limbs, hard cock, and muscles; like Krissy, in some discomfort, but happy in the knowledge that Miss Georgina would fuck his brains out later.
Mistress waited until the barn door closed behind him.
Eyes glittering, she turned to her apprehensive slave.
“Now, Krissy — we begin.”
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The Chronicles of Krissy — Part 1
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