A Femdom Lady on Vacation

“Femdom Fantasy – A Femdom Lady in the Woods” was written for BDSMforyou.nl by Mistress Moriah.

The chaos of the past few weeks had become too much. She wanted peace and quiet around her, a vacation to recharge in a place where she could recharge so her creativity could flow again. The past few months had been a whirlwind. Work, family, problems, and disappointments. However, there was also a manuscript that needed attention and wasn’t really coming together; she still had about 40,000 words to write, and she couldn’t find the right inspiration at home. She felt she was at a dead end and was too distracted by daily worries, which were limiting her creativity.

A Farm Vacation

She wasn’t in the mood for a long drive, so she’d picked out a place within a reasonable distance from her home. For this vacation, she’d set her sights on a farm that rented out a few cabins. At most an hour and a half’s drive from her. The photos showed her a wide-open landscape. That was already a lot better than the stone walls that made up her daily view. One of the downsides of living in a city.

The reservation had gone smoothly; since it was outside of school vacation time, there turned out to be plenty of availability. Now it was just a matter of packing her bags and hitting the road. In addition to clothes, toiletries, her laptop, and other essentials, she also packed some fun toys. After all, you never knew when they might come in handy. Her motto: “Better safe than sorry.” She gathered some provisions from the kitchen cabinets and fridge, and she was ready to go. Her vacation could begin.

The vacation can begin!

During the drive, stone and concrete gave way to greenery and more greenery. It cheered her up. After an hour and a half of driving, she heard the electronic voice of her navigation system say, “Destination reached.” In front of her, she saw a genuine Drenthe farmhouse. It looked cozy, and the surroundings radiated tranquility. She parked her car in the yard and got out. It felt wonderful to stretch her legs again. She breathed in the air, filled with freedom, space, and relaxation.

She walked to the farmhouse, met the farmer’s wife, received her keys, and got a brief explanation of where to find the chalets. Finally, her short vacation could begin.

Peaceful and beautiful

It didn’t disappoint; the area around the chalet was peaceful and beautiful. Here, she was sure to find peace within a few days and recharge herself with new inspiration and fresh ideas. After unpacking all her things, she made a cup of coffee and basked in the sun outside. It had been a good idea to bring some provisions, so she didn’t have to go grocery shopping first. Now the vacation could start right away, wonderfully relaxed in the sun with a warm cup of steaming coffee within reach.

Lovely doing nothing

The sun had a healing effect on her body, and the warmth felt soothing. Completely relaxed, she looked around and savored the caffeine boost. In the distance, a farmer was busy at work. He seemed to be arguing with a cow, which apparently didn’t want to do what he wanted. “You treat women with care and respect,” she thought to herself.

He didn’t seem that old, and as far as she could tell from where she was sitting, he looked good. Although, of course, that could be quite disappointing up close. She enjoyed the view, all the more so because he was working hard while she was lying here doing absolutely nothing. That’s how life should always be. The man works, the woman enjoys. The sun and the idleness did their work, and after a few minutes she had dozed off and was carried away into a disjointed dream about cows, grassy meadows, and young farmers.

Cold coffee

An hour later, she woke up. She looked around, still a bit groggy, and saw that the sun was already setting; it was even starting to cool down. The young farmer had since disappeared from his field. She took a small sip of her coffee, only to spit it out just as quickly with a disgusted look on her face. “Yuck, cold coffee.” She decided to go inside for a nice hot shower. That always perked her up. The warm water felt wonderful.

After her shower, she rubbed herself with a lovely body lotion. And as she felt her hands glide over her skin, a mischievous little plan formed. Why not make this week a little more exciting? Excitement usually stimulates creativity. Maybe she should take a closer look at her farmer neighbor. She quickly slipped into a pair of tight jeans, pulled a pair of high black boots over them, squeezed her full breasts into a leather corset, and finally put on a short leather jacket. She gathered some of her toys into a backpack and headed toward the farmland.

Not a farmer in sight

It was quiet in the yard. Not a farmer in sight. Too bad. “Maybe he’d gone to the local bar.” She was just about to turn back when suddenly a barn door blew open in the wind. Curious, she walked toward the sound coming from the barn. There he stood, bent over, hammering away at something. He was so focused that he didn’t hear her quietly approaching him, right up behind him, until she suddenly said in a loud voice: “Since when is it allowed to stand there looking so provocative? Bent over, no less. In exactly the right position to receive me!”

The young farmer was startled out of his wits. His hammer fell from his hands; he jumped up and turned around. Up close, he was even cuter. His mischievous eyes and the dimples in his cheeks smiled at her. Apparently, he was surprised, but in a pleasant way. Or maybe she was misinterpreting that twinkle in his eyes completely. In any case, he seemed like a great catch. His eyes wandered over her outfit, and to make sure it turned him on, she grabbed him in the crotch without warning. His startled face tickled her funny bone. He clearly hadn’t expected this. His massive cock grew stiffer and stiffer in her hand. Exactly what she wanted to know. She could feel his excitement.

Nice to meet you

“Nice to meet you, little slut. You must feel pretty important here on your own farm, huh? But to me, you’re just a little farm slut who’s going to entertain me properly. You’re going to make my stay here a pleasant one!” The young farmer didn’t know how to react; he was clearly thrown off balance. With a sharp tug, she pulled open his overalls. “Let’s see what’s underneath there!” To her great surprise, he was naked underneath. His arousal was clearly visible. “Take them off!” Like a docile lamb, he stepped out of his overalls and there he stood, naked before this strange woman. His body glistened in the artificial light attached to the barn walls. “This is going to be fun,” she thought to herself. She fished a pair of handcuffs out of her leather jacket. Every lady should carry a pair of handcuffs as standard. Always handy for unexpected moments.

Good horny little slave

“Turn around!” The young farmer didn’t react immediately, and before he knew it, she gave him a knee to the groin. “I said turn around!” Groaning, he turned around so she could put the handcuffs on him. “Very good, horny little slut.” As she made him bend over, her other hand slid over his delicious ass. From her other jacket pocket came a butt plug. Without warning, it was shoved into his ass, resulting in a farmer groaning and cursing violently. Clearly, he hadn’t seen this coming either. She turned him around and snapped, “Shut up! I didn’t ask for your opinion! Little sluts just need to keep their mouths shut.”

Gag

To show she meant business, she spat right in his face. A gag emerged from her backpack, which was in his mouth two seconds later. “There, slut, at least now I won’t have to hear any more noise from you! And now sit down!” The young farmer sat down and felt the butt plug push even deeper into his ass. He groaned. “Spread your legs!” and immediately he got a kick to his legs. Startled, he spread his legs, allowing her to deliver a solid kick to his balls. “This is what little sluts deserve!” She dropped to her knees, sat on top of him, and felt his hard cock against her.

“You seem to be enjoying this quite a bit?” Before he could answer, she slapped him hard across the face. Startled, he looked up, but before he knew it, she had also slapped his other cheek hard. Both cheeks were glowing red. She rode him up and down on his hard cock a few more times, stood up abruptly, pulled him to his feet by his hair, and turned him around. Towering over him, she looked him straight in the eyes with confidence.

Where are your manners?

“Time for some punishment, farm boy. Because you didn’t even introduce yourself! Where have your manners gone…? Or is that normal in the countryside?” She pulled a hefty paddle from her backpack and struck his buttocks hard with it. The commotion must have been audible for miles around, and his buttocks quickly turned red. She relished the sound of the paddle, the writhing of his body, and the moans he managed to produce despite his mouth gag.

The paddle brought his backside up to the right temperature. Now the real work could begin. Her favorite whip, a beautiful leather bullwhip, which made the sound of crackling sparks when it came down, would finish the job for today. Deeper welts appeared on his red buttocks, and a network of red welts was also drawn across his pale back. With shining eyes, she relished his moans and the passion clearly evident in his buttocks. Finally, the cracks of the whip ceased, and the tips of her fingers glided feather-softly over his body.

“Yes, Mistress!”

She turned him over and unfastened his bit… “Did you like that, little slut?” “Yes,” he said. “What yes?” “Uh, yes, ma’am.” “Yes, ma’am?” As she repeated his words, she squeezed his balls hard. “Yes, Mistress! That’s for you, you little, dirty farm slut!

But nice to hear you’re enjoying it so much. Let’s see just how much you like it—go jerk off!” She untied his arms so he could play with himself. As he began stroking his cock, she pushed the butt plug a little deeper into his ass. She also fished two nipple clamps out of her backpack and attached them to his nipples in an excruciatingly painful manner.

As he jerked off, she ran her nails across his stomach. Unexpectedly, she pulled his head back by his hair. “Feels good, little slut?”

Kiss?

Her mouth came close to his, and he made a move to kiss her. “Do you really think you can kiss me? Here’s what you get!” With one hand, she opened his mouth and let a string of saliva drip into it. Then she let go of his head so he could continue jerking off. As soon as his breathing quickened and she realized he was about to reach an orgasm, she yanked both nipple clamps off his nipples in one swift motion and heard him climax with a huge moan. Since she was standing right in front of him, he ejaculated all over her leather corset. She looked at the white, sticky stuff with a disgusted expression. “You’re going to lick that clean, little slut!”

Humiliated

With slight reluctance, he licked her leather corset clean. Never before in his life had he felt so humiliated, and yet his whole body tingled with excitement. Once it was licked clean, he stood up straight in front of her again. She looked into his shining eyes and gave him a soft kiss on his cheek. “Because you cooperated so well,” she whispered softly in his ear. Then she gathered her things and walked away. “See you tomorrow!” she called out to him with a grin.

This promised to be a very inspiring vacation! Writing the manuscript was going to go just fine. Inspiration right at my doorstep. Wonderful!

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Text: Mistress Moriah
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