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“May I see Travis?” Katie asked shortly after stepping into Diana’s office.
“No, you can’t; at least not yet. We haven’t even talked.”
Katie appeared flummoxed and made no effort to hide her disappointment.
“You just got here! And you called me late last night. It was New Year’s Eve for god’s sake. Your call was unexpected and I’ve hardly had time to process what is best for the boy.” Diana logged out of her computer. “Let’s get out of here. We can find a more comfortable place to talk out there,” she said with a somewhat forces grin. “I spend too much time in her as it is. Would you like something to drink or eat?”
“A glass of cold water with lemon would be great.”
Diana clapped her hands and a naked slave appeared, seemingly from nowhere. “Two ice waters with lemon. We’ll be over in the far alcove.”
The slave bowed and left as quickly as he came.
“Was he standing right outside your door the entire time?”
Diana grinned. “He was.”
“And you don’t mind that he eve drops on what goes on in your office?”
“They know they aren’t permitted to repeat anything. Who is he going to tell, his mistress? That would be about the dumbest decision he’d ever make. And if not her, who?”
The ladies stepped out into the plush and expansive sitting area. “Listen. What do you hear?”
Katie looked around and listened intently. Here and there she observed women sitting and standing. They were either alone, or with other women. Some were reading, others sitting quietly. Most were engaged in conversations. Only then did she realize there were at least 30 naked slaves standing in The Farms’ obligatory present position. They were positioned around the perimeter of the room. “I hear them, and them, and her,” she said pointing.
“But who don’t you hear?”
“The slaves?” She answered not sure where Diana’s questioning was headed.
“That’s right. They don’t talk unless it’s absolutely necessary. That slave outside my room knows the rules. That’s why he’s been promoted to the position he’s in. He isn’t new. He’s well trained and I trust him to keep to himself conversations like the one we just had. Now, enough of that; let’s go to my favorite spot and talk.”
“You have them pretty well trained don’t you?” Katie said smiling.
Diana returned the smile. “That’s the goal here, now isn’t it? What use would all of these resources be if we didn’t turn out well-trained, respectful and obedient men?”
“Not much, I guess.”
“You’re damn right Katie – which leads us to why you are here.”
“Yes,” Katie said and inhaled deeply. “I want to take Travis home.”
“Why?” Diana asked nonchalant. “Why now? Why not let him stay? It’s obvious he wants to be here.”
“Because I want him.”
“I can see that. But why? Why do you want him? I mean you’re what, 20? 22? What’s the big hurry? You have your whole life ahead of you.”
Katie exhaled again. She realized this wasn’t going to be as easy as she first thought. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure.”
“Why do you care what I want? I’m here. I’m willing to spend whatever money it takes to purchase his freedom. Why do you care if I take him now or not?”
“Wow!, Now don’t you have some spunk behind that pretty face?” Diana said. She acted as if she was pleased with the challenging remark by the young blonde. “I like that in a woman. And I’ll tell you why. This is the second time Travis was about to come to be with us. You paid for his release back in August. I understood the circumstances of your predicament and didn’t see any reason not to grant you what you wanted – mostly because we were getting his friend, which was an unexpected bonus. But the situation we find ourselves in now is different. Travis asked to come here. No one forced him. He has had four months to think about all that happened to him when he was in DC with his friend Jordy – who by the way, I came to appreciate as an excellent slave. He’ll serve his mistress well. But as to Travis – Travis, had all that time to think about him almost coming to The Farm. And then, out of the blue Tianna and Chevonne show up on our doorstep a day or so after Christmas with guess who? And you know what struck me most about that?”
“No Ma’am, but I bet you’re going to tell me.”
“The girls informed me it was Travis who asked them to bring him here. There was no coercion, no manipulating of his circumstances on their part. He voluntarily agreed to come. I find that to be a profound change of heart on his part. Don’t you?”
Katie ignored the question. “So what are you saying? Do you expect me to turn around and leave without him? Miss Diana, I have followed this boy’s life for the past six or seven months. I’ve waited for this boy for months now. He is so close to being mine I can almost taste him and I’ll be damn if I leave here without him.”
“You haven’t told me why you feel such intense emotions about him. Why not let him stay and be trained properly?”
“Because I love him!” she blurted.
Diana smiled softly. There was no need to argue with such a deep-seated passion. Instead mersin escort she decided to take a different approach. “Come; let me show you some things. You’ll need your coat.”
It was unlike Diana to take this much time with a young woman she barely knew but she had a feeling about Katie that needed exploring. The girl was beautiful but so were most of the mistresses living here. What piqued Diana’s interest was her demeanor; she recognized it almost immediately. She could sense her confidence and given what she knew, she wondered if maybe Katie might find satisfaction by sticking around and using her talents to train others.
Their tour lasted almost two hours. Diana introduced her to several of the mistresses. Katie got to see some of the many ways the slaves were trained and treated. She met some of the newer recruits who were still gagged. Diana explained they would remain that way for a month or so. She was introduced to several slaves who were about-to-graduate. She saw them at work performing the necessary tasks needed to keep The Farm up and running. She witnessed two slaves being disciplined. She watched others struggling to keep the wheel which generated the needed power to support the mansion and kitchen turning. She observed many mistresses at work – all of whom seemed to be thoroughly enjoying themselves.
“So, what do you think of this place now that you’ve seen it?” Diana asked as they walked a path back to her office.
“It’s pretty amazing. I like what you have here. It’s unique and it is needed.”
“Indeed it is. Mariko is planning to open another site in the near future out west and I hope she has the resources to get many more facilities up and running.”
“I take it you find what you do rewarding?”
Diana smiled. “I do and I’m always looking for good help. I was hoping you’d consider joining our staff Katie. I think you’d be an excellent fit.”
Katie looked at her curiously. “I came to pick up Travis, not to seek employment.”
“We’d match whatever you are making at your current job,” Diana countered.
“I like what I do now. Really I do. I’m flattered you asked but I can’t accept your offer.”
The ladies stepped inside the dining hall. It felt good to be back where it was warm. “I was hoping that after you saw The Farm firsthand you might reconsider.”
“Diana, can I be honest?”
“I hope you will.”
“I love what is going on here. I really do. I admire you and the women who make this sort of place happen. If I were in a different place in my life I might have considered your offer but I’m not. I know I’m pretty smart and I know I have a stubborn persistence about me. I expect to get what I want and I don’t compromise, but deep inside, I’m just a simple Texas girl who wants to take a certain someone home to be my slave. Is that too much to ask of you? Can’t we go and get Travis? Won’t you tell me where he is?”
“I will Katie. I will” she said filling two large glasses of water and handing one to Katie. “Just know that if you ever change your mind you have my blessing already in hand. There is no need to even call. I would love to add you to our staff. But I can see your mind is set. Let’s go get your boy.”
“I can’t drink this. I’m about to explode as it is.”
Diana chucked. “Just drink it. I think you’ll be glad you did.”
Katie looked at her with a puzzled but resigned expression and downed the glass. It did feel refreshing going down.
Diana clapped twice and within seconds a naked slave came running. “Take this mistress out to shed
1, the far one. She is here to retrieve the slave that was moved out there earlier. Do you understand, slave?”
“I do.”
“Shed eleven; one recruit,” she repeated.
Katie waited for the slave to dawn a woolen shawl that minimally protected him from the winter cold. Katie followed him out the door.
“Where is this shed, slave?” Katie asked once they had cleared the steps.
“It’s out that way. It’s a good walk. Button up, Mistress.”
Katie grinned and wrapped her coat more tightly around her. “You’re the one who is going to get cold. Not me.”
“I’ll be fine. You get use to the weather when you’re naked all the time.” Katie smiled but said nothing. After several seconds of quietness the slave looked at the attractive woman. “I take it you are going to take him home?”
“That is my intention.”
“You won’t find him to be the same person,” the slave said softly.
“I know all about my Travis. Don’t you worry about him.”
“I’m not worried; I’m just telling you that a week in the shed changes a man. I’ve experienced the transformation myself and I’ve seen what the shed does to others. There is nothing quite like it.”
Katie stopped and looked at the middle aged man intently. “What are you talking about?”
“Travis came here right after Christmas didn’t he? Isn’t he the one the two women brought here?
“Yes, that’s right. Why?”
They put him in a shed with seven other recruits. Do you know how tight it is in a shed with eight kocaeli escort slaves?”
“No I don’t.”
“It’s super small and they cranked the heat up in his shed more than usual. Those slaves suffered. I can tell you that much.”
“I – I have a hard time believing that,” Katie countered.
The slave raised his eyebrows as if surprised. “Would you like to see what I’m talking about?”
“Sure. I would very much like to see. Isn’t that where we are going anyway?”
“No Mistress. Your Travis is in shed 11. They moved him from shed 3. Come, I’ll show you what I mean.”
The slave changed course and lead them back in a direction toward the mansion.
“Why are we going back there?
“Because this is where Travis spent his first several days. They only recently moved him to shed eleven.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know.”
Do they treat all of the new slaves like this? I mean, do they put them all in cramped quarters when they get here?”
“Oh yes; all the time but I’m not sure why this group seemed to get more intense treatment. I’m sure there was reason for it.”
“Did they all come here at the same time? The slaves, I mean?” Katie asked.
“I think within a day or two of one another. The Farm always groups the shed slaves in the same shed depending on when they arrive. In the case of your slave, everyone got here sometime right Around Christmas.”
Katie spotted the sheds some distance ahead. They were small indeed and she could see there was no snow on any of the tin roofs. In fact she could see steam coming from the seams around the door and boarded up window.
“This way,” the slave said and pointed to a building immediately behind the sheds. They entered a one room heated space. It was beautifully furnished and functioned as an office. Along one wall were maybe 20 monitors grouped in pairs.
“That’s what it looks like inside one of those sheds Mistress. Can’t you see how cramped the slaves are?”
Katie stared in amazement. Five of the sheds had activity. The rest were apparently empty since those monitors were blank. Katie quickly understood the cameras were situated inside and in opposite corners. They were able to see every square inch of the darkened space. Centering her attention on the first shed she counted six slaves. All were naked, gagged and soaked in sweat. They were sprawled in every angle with various parts of their body draped over or against other slaves. She noticed at least half of the slaves had erections.
“The rooms are only five feet long. It’s impossible to stretch out,” the slave remarked.” They were built specifically so the recruits couldn’t get comfortable and they are packed in there so they have no choice but to physically interact with other slaves. There is no such thing as personal space if you are in there. ” He was silent for awhile and then added. “They have day after day to think about who they will be while they are in there suffering. The shed is the first reality teacher for what is to become of their life.”
“They’re stripped of everything aren’t they?” Katie remarked. She couldn’t help but see how helpless the recruits appeared. They were imprisoned, gagged, cuffed, naked and completely at the mercy of those living in the outside world.
“That’s right. They are stripped of everything. Clothing, food, water, privacy, personal space, comfort, dignity, you name it; it’s been taken away.”
“It sounds horrible.”
“It is but it isn’t. I can tell you this: I’m so glad I had I went through that experience.”
Just then Katie noticed one of the slaves stroking another recruit. Even though his hands were bound behind him he worked the other slave’s cock and quickly brought it to an erection.
“I can’t believe he’s doing that,” she said pointing to the camera. To her surprise she could feel her body responding. Something about seeing all of these men struggling just to survive and appearing so vulnerable aroused her. “How can they be so horny living in those conditions?”
“It’s how we men think. I bet they are thinking about being used by some woman or maybe just thinking about what it will be like to be owned by a woman. There’s nothing more hot to a slave than that.”
“If you say so,” Katie answered absently. She could feel her panties moistening. The combination of living in a desperate state while watching them get off with one another stirred a carnal emotion that was undeniable. “Mmmmm,” she groaned quietly.
Her response didn’t go unnoticed. “You are right; even in there we crave sex,” the slave commented. “I remember being so horny but unable to fondle my penis. I remember thinking that the guy next to me must be thinking the same thing so I started jerking him off. Soon we were all doing it to one another”. I’m sure Travis felt the same way.”
“I wouldn’t know,” Katie said absently.
The slave and Katie watched the activity in the shed for several minutes in silence. Within minutes of spotting the first recruit stroking his shed-mate several more slaves started yanking on samsun escort other slave-cocks. It was as if seeing one doing it encouraged the others to reciprocate.
“God I like watching them,” Katie said lustfully.
“Can’t you see how profound of a place the shed is?”
“I guess I can. It’s hard for me to understand. I can’t imagine living like that. Maybe you have to be in there to fully understand what it does to their minds.”
The slave nodded.
“What?” Katie snapped looking up at him.
“I noticed how aroused you’ve become. It’s how they all respond.”
“It’s how who responds?” She asked somewhat defensively.
“The mistresses. They all have that way about them. They become aroused so easily, especially when they punish a slave or see one suffering. I couldn’t help but notice you responded in the same way when you saw them.” He pointed to the monitor.
“If you say so. I don’t want to talk about it,” she said flatly but she didn’t deny she felt the same way as how he described The Farm women. “I think I’ve seen enough. Take me to Travis, slave.” She noticed the change in the tone of her voice. Her order was strong and confident. She could feel the wetness gathering in her pussy. “God I’ve got to pee. Is there a toilet nearby?”
“No Mistress.”
“OK, then take me to Travis. I’ll just have to hold it.”
It was a ten minute walk to their destination. Shed
1 was located inside a larger barn that appeared to be otherwise unused.
“He’s in here. He’s been here since yesterday.”
“Why did they move him?”
“I don’t know. Maybe because they knew you were coming. That’s just a guess. But I know they took him from shed
.”
“The one with the six slaves in it? Are you telling me he was in there with six others? My god!! “
“Yes ma’am. Do you want me to unlock this?”
“Please.”
Katie watched while the slave undid the clasp and opened the door. The blast of heat hit her a moment later. It was intense. There was no Travis; only blackness. Katie and the slave waited for several seconds. Finally they heard movement and then he appeared. Travis was a shell of himself: gaunt, filthy, exhausted and drenched in his own perspiration and smelling like urine and shit.
“Travis!” Katie called. “God look at you!”
He looked up with those penetratingly innocent eyes. Those were the eyes she couldn’t resist. They screamed of submission and service and did so especially now that his mouth was pried wide apart by the ball-gag between his teeth. A part of her wanted to embrace him while another wanted to smack him across the face. It was the oddest of emotions and one she hadn’t ever felt.
Travis nodded and then pressed his face to her feet and began mouthing them. Katie knew it was his attempt to kiss but it was far from adequate. Pulling him by the hair she brought him back to his knees.
“Can you get this thing off?” She asked the slave.
She noticed the 10 inch spike protruding from his groin. Even in this condition he was just as aroused as the slaves she had seen on video. Seeing his erection excited her although he was so filthy she had no intention of touching his cock.
“Get that thing out of his mouth!” Katie snapped. “Hurry! And uncuff him.”
“I can take his gag off but I don’t have the key to his handcuffs. You will have to wait until we get back to the mansion and ask a mistress for that key.”
The slave moved quickly and pulled his gag free.
“Mistress?” Travis croaked.
“Yes Travis. How are you?”
“Water. May I have a drink?”
Katie looked around and saw nothing. “Where can I get water for my slave?” She snapped. “When was the last time he had something to drink?”
“I don’t know but there isn’t any water out here. The closest place is in one of the buildings by the main complex.”
“So thirsty,” she heard him whisper.
She could see the cottonmouth. He was bone dry. It was at that moment when she realized the reason for the tall cold drink Diana had insisted she down. “Travis, get on your back.” Katie pointed to the ground, straddled his body and stared intently at her slave.
Without looking at the host slave who brought her here she said flatly, “I won’t be needing you anymore slave. Please leave us.”
“Yes ma’am. Remember what I told you. He’s different now.”
Katie brushed him aside with a dismissive wave and stripped out of her jeans and panties as soon as she heard the door bang.
“Open your mouth, my Travis. I’m going to give you the drink you wanted.”
The decision to do this came completely naturally. She didn’t offer her fluids to humiliate but as she stood watching him she realized something so vividly. She indeed was a mistress. There wasn’t any difference between her and Debra or Sharon or Jenny or Tyaja. She was one of them. Each possessed the same deserving attitude of expectant service from certain others. And although Katie’s personality was more in line with Jenny’s and Debra’s being somewhat reserved, she was more than confident in knowing what she wanted and expected from others. That confidence came from places deeper than her intellect. It came from the very essence of who she was. Katie expected to get her way. She always had. Looking at him now laying on the dirt floor all wide-eyed and with his mouth open she squatted and planted her pussy just an inch or so above his gaping mouth.