by Jane Pearl
Brett walked around to stand in front of her and slapped his hands together, “Now, are you ready to start your slave duties or would you rather ease back into your role here?” Maria looked at him with a twinkle in her eye, “Well, as my daddy always said. Start as you plan to continue.” With these words she gracefully slid back into slave position. “How may I serve you masters?”
Epilogue- Seven Months Later
Adam walked downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast. As he entered the kitchen, he saw Brett lift Maria from straddling his lap and slap her on the butt. “Better check those pancakes Darling.” Adam noted her flushed cheeks and the unbuttoned bodice of her dress exposing pert breasts. He admired her erect pink nipples still wet from Brett’s suckling. Each distended peak sported a small hoop with a pearl hanging on the bottom. Both hoops also had a small chain leading down inside the dress to attach to the hoop above her clit. The tug and pull between the three rings drove her crazy with need all day while they were out working the ranch. There were days that they would come in for lunch and she would be like a cat in heat needing release. They would usually take mercy on her but not always. Slaves need to learn that they don’t always get what they want.
Grabbing her waist as she stood at the stove flipping pancakes, Adam admired how much smaller it had gotten since she’d started wearing the corsets they’d ordered in Billings. He could now span it with the fingers of both large hands. Leaning over to kiss her under her ear he whispered, “Good morning Honey.” She leaned back against him and rubbed her ass on his bulge. “I don’t suppose you could…” He slapped her butt with a big hand. “Sorry Honey, I need to eat and get on the road. I guess you will just have to wait.” “But, if we are trying to make a baby…” She demurred. “Oh I think you get enough cum in you every day to get pregnant wife.” Her cheeks flushed at his words. He walked over to the table and sat down. “I’m ready for breakfast.” Cheeks still red, Maria toddled over to serve the men wearing the red heels they bought on their trip to Billings. She was now required to wear them to serve meals and in the evenings until bed time.
After the men left, Maria cleaned up the breakfast mess and thought of all of the changes that they’d gone through in the last seven months. Soon after the proposal, she’d married Adam in a public ceremony at the church and had been collared by Brett in a private ceremony at the BDSM Club in Billings. They’d spent the rest of their time planning and implementing a massive remodel on the farmhouse to update it and accommodate their future family. The remodel happened a lot more quickly than she’d ever imagined. It was amazing what money could do.
Finishing with the clean up in the kitchen, Maria took off her apron and headed up to her beautiful new studio. They’d expanded it and added windows for optimal lighting. As she walked into the room and looked around at her finished and unfinished paintings, she allowed herself a small satisfied smile. She had become quite famous in the BDSM community for her lyrical paintings of the sensual dance that occurred between Dominant and submissive. Demand was so high for her works, she often ended up backlogged on orders. Looking back on the last seven months, she realized that there was absolutely nothing she would change about her life except maybe to add a baby. Smoothing her hand over her stomach, she smiled secretively. They were going to have to start loosening the corset pretty soon.
The End