Slave Farm

CHAPTER ONE

The Seduction of Jenny

I am a stunningly beautiful, sadistic Woman with long legs, a gifted athletic body, and the angelic, sweet face of the young Mother Mary in Michelangelo’s statue of the Pieta.   I have always been able to get Men to do anything for Me, often the most ridiculous things. My father was my earliest victim, the first to succumb to My childishly coy looks and pouts. He was the first man I wrapped around My little finger. To the boys at school, I was the cruelest teenage bitch they could imagine in their most feverish wet dreams.   Although I teased their awakening cocks unmercifully and made laughing, whispered promises,  I remained a virgin throughout high school, vowing never to allow a filthy man to enter the Temple of My body, never to allow these dumber than dirt boys to stick their icky, drippy thingies into My beautiful vagina. Besides, I always had girlfriends with tireless tongues to keep Me satisfied.

The idea grew in My early teen years that I could own a boy by controlling his cock. As I matured I came to realize the innate Superiority of Women. I began to see men as pitiful fucktoys and masturbators I could manipulate and dominate to My own benefit, comfort, and luxury. I never dated without being in total control, and on the flimsiest of whims I was quick to laughingly abandon a boy, occasionally leaving him to walk home without a ride. A funny thing happened on the way to Graduation. As My reputation for callousness and meanness grew the boys came courting in greater numbers, and it dawned on Me that cruelty attracted boys like flies to honey. My treatment of them was downright pitiless. Somewhere along in My late teens I began to fantasize about living on a big estate of some sort, or maybe a farm or a ranch, where I would be worshipped by submissive females who loved Me and served by the hard labor of inferior boy beasties of burden. It was just  an incipient dream at that time.

Also, around that time of My life a dark urge started to grow within Me. I thought how lovely to have a boy suffer for Me, and to see the helpless, pleading look in his eyes while I inflicted some undefined pain. The Sadism gestated like a fetus inside of My blessed Uterus. By graduation time I developed a hunger to seriously hurt and torment boys. More than that, I began to fantasize about medieval instruments of torture, of whips and crops, of canes and bondage. My fantasies became intensely erotic the more I toyed with and abused My little dumbnuts classmates. My little girlfriends became so proud of the powerful orgasms they provoked in Me, little understanding it was not their tongues but My own imagination that sent Me into throes of passion. It was obvious to Me, however, that My small town was not a safe place to play out My wet hot sexual dramas of Female Superiority and cruelty to scumbag men, so I went off to an urban University where I could secure more anonymity and many more hapless male victims [chuckle]

After I earned My bachelor’s degree I stayed on at the University as a teaching assistant with a full scholarship toward earning My doctoral degree. I had a student in one of My teaching sections named jenny.  She was a little lost girl. Nineteen years old, lovely to look at with slim hips, ripe lips, and small, delicate breasts, but very unsophisticated. Talk about taking candy from a baby! This baby wanted desperately to give her candy to Me. I wasn’t sure whether I was the seducer or the seduced. The girl found any excuse to talk to Me after class and to come to My office on off days. She was aggressive in a very unassuming way. At first I pushed her away, but she persisted. So, I teased her and drew her in. I touched her hair as we talked in the hallway and her arm when I passed her by. Sometimes I stood so close to her, the poor girl quivered. Her hair smelled so good. Though I teased her and although I was wary of a relationship with a student I was drawn to her. She looked to be a tasty morsel, and I hadn’t felt a submissive, servile female tongue since My high school days. The thought of her face between My thighs made Me dizzy.

It was a Saturday morning in early autumn when I seduced jenny and made her My slave. The air outside was cool and crisp with the first hints of winter, but the sun filtering in through the window made My office warm and toasty.  Knocking at My office door came jenny with some problem, imagined or real, it was hard to tell and quite irrelevant.

“Come in,” said the spider to the fly. Ohh, pardon the creepy image. Perhaps more appropriate and not so ickey: the Lioness to the lamb. Yes, that’s better, predator and prey, huntress and helpless. Lovely images.

The lamb sat at My desk talking timidly, saying something unimportant but with her eyes affixed to the cleavage between My breasts. A golden charm, dangling on a chain between My summer-tanned breasts swayed back and forth as I moved, and Jenny was mesmerized.

“You seem to visit Me so often, jenny,” I remarked, “are you comfortable here in My office?”

“Oh yes, Miss, very much. This campus is such a hectic and confusing place. Everybody’s always rushing around and getting in my face. But I can really relax here when I am talking with you, Miss.”  Her blue eyes tried to capture the moving charm but they kept bumping into My breasts.

“So, you feel safe here, jenny?”

“Yes, Miss, very safe. Thank You, Miss. I hope you don’t mind my visiting.”

“No, I don’t mind at all. It is a warm, safe place. A nice place in which to curl up and relax like a pet kitten in the sunlight. Are you feeling sleepy, jenny?

“Yes, Miss, a little bit.”

“It’s okay to relax here, jenny, because you are safe with Me. You can discard your defenses. No one will hurt you here. Mistress will protect you.”

“Mistress?” jenny asked, a little confused.

“You want Me to protect you, isn’t that so, jenny?

“Yes, Mistress, please protect me,” she murmured as she slipped into a warm bath of soothing relaxation. The tension escaped from her body, her breathing became shallow and she opened herself up to Me. She was a willing and facile subject for mind control and I was an expert practitioner. It is not necessary to go into all the details of the process here, but before long My seductive guidance lead jenny into a light trance.

“When you awaken, jenny, you are going to feel so very good, so alive and vital and happy, and you will feel very good toward Me. You will remember everything I have said to you, and you will be okay with My controlling your mind. You will not be frightened. You will be My brave girl. In fact, you will slowly realize that you love Me. I am the most beautiful woman in the world to you. And you will feel such a growing passion for Me that you will wish for nothing more in life than to worship Me as your Goddess and to serve Me as My devoted slave. Is that understood, jenny?”

“Yes, Miss, i wish to serve You and make You happy.”

“Mistress,” I reminded her.

“Yes, Mistress, i will be Your slave. You are so beautiful, Mistress. i adore You.”

“I will count backwards slowly from twenty, jenny, and you will focus on My voice. Listen to the music of My voice. You will remain enchanted by My voice. From now on, you will always obey My voice. As I count, you will begin to awaken. When I finish counting, you will be wide awake and refreshed and in love with your Goddess.”

The girl awoke, stretched her arms over her head, and smiled at Me. I unbuttoned My blouse a bit more and spread the lapels so she could see My breasts more fully. “Do you like My breasts, jenny?”

“Oh yes, Mistress, very much.” She was a little confused at first by the manner of address. She tried it several times again, “Yes. Mistress,” and again until she was completely comfortable with the concept and it came effortlessly to her lips.

“Do you remember everything I said to you, slave? Am I your Mistress, jenny?”

“Yes, i remember everything you said to me and You are my Mistress,”  She was breathless with the new thought in her head, “and my Goddess also, and i believe i love you. Yes, i really do, Mistress. I worship you.”

“You would do anything for your Mistress, isn’t that so, jenny? In fact, you want nothing more than to be My slave.”

“Yes, Mistress, it’s true. I am Your slave.”

“Come, jenny, kneel before Me,” I commanded her and I spread My thighs to receive her adoring kisses. The Lamb crouched and attacked the Lioness with her tongue in a furious passion, and waves of urgent orgasm overwhelmed the Mistress.

The slave looked up adoringly at her Mistress and confessed, “i knew, Mistress, that You were taking control of my mind, and i have waited for it and longed for it since i first saw You in class. Oh, Mistress, what took You so long? The waiting was so painful, i cried for You. i ached for You. Mind control or not, i would be Your slave, i am Your slave forever, Mistress.”

“Stand before Me, slave, and remove all of your clothing,” I directed. “I own you now, slave, and I wish to see My property. Hereafter, you will always be naked and vulnerable to Me.”

My slave displayed herself for her Mistress. I took her young nipples between My fingertips and squeezed them, gently at first, but then with increasing pressure. I squeezed them hard, deliberately hurting her. She flinched a little and smiled gratefully, reaching down to touch her clitoris. “Don’t touch!” I commanded. I squeezed her nipples hard again. “These belong to Me.” The slave nodded her ascent. I reached down between her spread legs and pressed My hand against the wetness. “And this belongs to Me.” Her eyes closed and she pushed her pelvis against My hand, begging for release. “You are My slave and My slut, jenny. Say it.”

“Yes, Mistress, i am Your slave and Your slut.”

“You are submitting yourself to My total control. You belong to Me.”

“Yes, Mistress, i belong to You totally,” jenny whispered and she knelt on the bare wooden floor to press her lips lovingly against the tips of My shoes. “Thank You, Mistress, thank You.” She raised her face to show Me the tears in her eyes.

It was then and there in that cozy room in early autumn as the afternoon sun began to slide in the western sky, the shadows grew longer in the fading light, and a quivering,  slave stood exposed and vulnerable before Me in her slim youthfulness, that the image of My future slave farm began to crystallize as some rural Queendom where I would reign Supreme, worshipped by adoring young women and served by male slaves as drones and drudges. The sadist in Me reawakened as I began to imagine again the tortures I would inflict on My prisoners. Then, I would be living the dream that has haunted Me since early childhood, the dream of Female Superiority come true for Me.