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THE ABILENE DOULOS RANCH [ part 6 ] At home the Lamont’s doulos wouldn’t all expect a daily sex session, but this was vacation and the new doulos were still a novelty. Lauren knew that her husband, son, and daughter would all take their doulos out to show off and to use. She simply waited until they were all gone before she got her doulo out of his stall. “Good morning, my beautiful mistress,” he said as he saw her. “Plotting?” she asked him, still curious what he had planned for the day. “Reciting the multiplication tables in my head, mistress,” he said. “Not long division?” she teased him. “Hard to do without paper,” he answered, missing her sarcasm. She realized that unlike a normal doulo who would lay in its stall with its dull mind in idle, her doulo was always thinking. The stall must be torture for him. It would be unusual, but she decided she wouldn’t keep him there anymore. He broke her train of thought, “Mistress, before we do what I promised yesterday, we need to set some rules.” “Rules?” she said, slightly amused. “Rules for me?” He already had all the rules he needed. Do what you’re told. Period. No questions. “No, rules for me,” he said. “Like when I take charge like yesterday, how far may I go?” “You’re taking charge again today?” “Yes, mistress, you enjoyed it yesterday, didn’t you?” When she seemed to be tossing her answer around in her head in silence, he said, “Mistress, it’s a fantasy that you can command me to fulfill for you. I will never forget who is the true mistress. Be honest with yourself and I can, when you wish, take you to that fantasy world.” “I did enjoy it, Jake,” she admitted openly, though it had been obvious to both of them. “Then you should also consider that here at the ranch you are able to fulfill that fantasy easier than at home with your family close and your normal routine.” “So I should take advantage of you and command you to… command me?” Jake only smiled. “OK,” she nodded. “You may command me today.” “Not yet, mistress, my rules?” he reminded her. “May I spank you?” “Didn’t you do that already?” she tried to remember what exactly had happened as he had taken her. There had been pain and bondage. “I branded you, with your permission, but I did not spank.” “Yes, you may,” she said. She felt thrill just from saying he could and wondered if he really would. He ticked off a list of things he’d done yesterday, with the tacit assumption that those things were OK to do again. “Cum in your mouth?” “No,” said Lauren. “No oral sex.” No way was she going to do that for a doulo. “That’s why I ask,” said Jake. “Did you last mistress let you?” “My last mistress is dead, mistress. But when she was alive she expected me to keep her secrets as I will yours.” Lauren was surprised again at how much she had to change her thinking of what a doulo was in order to accept Jake for what he was. Doulos did not talk back, but they also were not capable of reason. “Very well,” she acceded. When Jake was satisfied that he understood his limitations, he told her. “Pack some of your son’s clothes in that backpack, something that will fit me.” She raised her eyebrows and he answered her unspoken question. “You’re going to have to lead me out of here as the doulo I am. When we get where we’re going, then we will switch roles. I’ll need clothes then.” He paused for two heartbeats and said, “Then we’ll put your clothes in the backpack.” “You’re going to lead me naked through the ranch?” she asked incredulously. “I can’t let people see me like that.” “I can’t very well lead my doulo around dressed like that,” he indicated her current attire. “Besides, there is another side of the ranch. Remember this is the Lolita side. There is an adult side, too. Your husband, son, and daughter with their Lolita doulos are not allowed there.” “You really want to lead me naked?” “Mistress, I would be most proud to lead my beautiful, sexy doulo on a leash for all to see. The question you should ask is do you want this fantasy? Do you want to surrender total control to me and see where that leads?” Lauren began packing clothes for Jake, thinking about what she really wanted as she packed. A doulo lived to serve its master or mistress. It obeyed without question. But they also were not menial servants – they were trained sex partners able to please their master or mistress insatiably. She knew that placing Jake in control was different, but he was there to sexually please her. There was no doubt in her mind that he’d done that yesterday and would do so again today. Jake stripped and she put him on his leash. She led him proudly toward the center of the ranch. She knew where the wall was that separated the Lolita and the adult side. The clear barrier was there because there were some on the adult side that considered owning a Lolita doulo to be a perversion. They were not allowed to mingle the different attitudes toward the proper age for a doulo. They got to the gate that separated the two sides. No one was in sight. The gate was rarely used except by ranch staff. She turned to Jake. “Yes.” “Yes?” “Yes, I am ready to surrender total control.” She handed him the backpack. Without another word, she stripped off her clothes. He dressed and removed his collar. She tingled just from the act of him putting the collar around her neck. She smiled nervously as he snapped the leash onto the collar. He opened the gate and tugged on the leash, “Come, Lauren.” The new doulo took a deep breath and followed Jake through the gate. He stopped and closed the gate, then turned to her. “When I speak to you, what do you say, Lauren?” His voice was stern, indicating his displeasure. “Yes, master?” said Lauren. “Don’t forget it again,” his voice gave no indication that this was a game. He tugged on the leash and pulled her toward the crowded adult side of the ranch. They came around the corner of a building and Lauren saw the first other people. In the distance she could see a long promenade lined with hundreds of people. She knew Jake was going to parade her right down the middle of that. But, Jake stopped and turned. He ran his eyes up and down his property. “Raise your chin. Push your tits out. You know how a female doulo walks?” He looked into her eyes for recognition. Not seeing it, he said, “She wiggles her hips like she wants every man to jump her on the spot. She walks like her tits are treasures and her pussy is owned. She walks like she is proud to follow her master. And she never takes her eyes off her master. They’re all going to be staring at you and you need to know only one thing.” He paused and waited for those words to sink in. “Yes, master?” she finally said. What one thing did she need to know? “Know that I am proud to lead my beautiful, sexy doulo for all to see. Know that I am taking you out to show you off because I am proud of my selection.” “Yes, master,” said Lauren. She thrust her chest forward and when he pulled her along, this time she strutted behind him, wiggling her hips, and wanting everyone to look at her. He looked back over his shoulder, “And make sure they know you’re proud to be branded.” She gave a little gasp as he said that. Lauren had worked so hard last night to make sure her husband hadn’t seen the new brand and now with all the excitement she’d forgotten about it. His words reminded her that he’d marked her and the situation made her more aware of it than ever. “Show ‘em what you got. You love it and you know it,” called Jake without looking back. Lauren smiled. This was her one chance to be an exhibitionist. She couldn’t do this out in normal society, but as a doulo she could. As eyes fell on her, she strutted, not only proud to show off her body, but thrilled at the chance to be something she couldn’t otherwise. She’d break many barriers today and enjoy every one of them. Every inch of her tingled as she walked, wondering if a doulo felt like this all the time. As they got closer to the knot of people ahead, Lauren got more excited. The walkway ahead was clearly designed so owners could show off their doulos. Men and women alike were taking turns leading their property down a long, narrow gauntlet of viewers. She looked down the length of it, watching beautiful and handsome doulos strut their stuff. She did a double take as it looked like someone from the line of viewers grabbed a full tit as a doulo walked by. Startled by the idea, she was also excited. Being touched by one of them was more than she’d expected. Near the open end of the promenade, Jake pulled her to the side. She felt a brief pang of disappointment that he might not have the guts to walk her down the line. But, he reached into a pile of ice obviously there for the express purpose of what he intended. Pulling out an ice cube, he ran it over her left nipple. It rose and hardened as he ran the cold cube over it. Then, he switched to the other nipple, his eyes on her eyes as if daring her to object. “You have beautiful tits. I want everyone to see them and your hard nipples. Don’t you?” “Yes, master,” she said. “Everyone.” “Come then, my pretty slut,” he said as he tugged her to the entrance to the gauntlet. She had no time to react. She couldn’t break character now without being thoroughly embarrassed. All she could do was smile, follow, and strut. They were barely five feet into the crowd when she felt the first pat on her ass. It was quick, but clearly intentional. She pretended not to notice, but her pussy tingled more than every. It was true, they were going to touch her. She felt fingers pinch her ass, another quick swat, and then a hand cupped a tit. Her pussy started to get wet. This was more than she’d imagined. And, there was a long way to go to the other end. A woman’s hand cupped her tit, surprising her with its insistence. She hadn’t been able to tell from far away, but now it seemed that every third person reached out to touch her. I’m a mother of two, strutting my ass naked in front of everybody, she thought to herself. Every eye was on her. Every hand seemed ready to touch. Some couldn’t. Some didn’t. But many did. The crowd forming the gauntlet along the promenade was an even mix of men and women. And, both male and female doulos were being led down the center. The crowd was even a mix of owners and doulos. The doulos were as naked as Lauren. Most of the owners were wearing little more than swimsuits, so there was a line of bare skin all along the route. Abruptly a female doulo stumbled out of the crowd, right between Lauren and Jake, causing her to pull up short. As the leash went taut, Jake turned and stepped back, letting the leash go slack again. He didn’t interfere as the doulo, reached for Lauren’s tits with both hands. The doulo had obviously been prodded out by her owner. Without making eye contact with Lauren, the female bent her head to suck on a nipple. “Getting a little soft, I’d say,” called out the doulo’s owner. “Can’t have that, can we?” “Thank you for helping,” said Jake. “You’re right, I don’t want her nipples anything but hard little buttons.” “They are nice,” said the owner, a lovely woman around 30. “Lucy will fix her up.” Lucy was a blond with a very nice figure and, Lauren noticed, a nice mouth. Already excited, the sight of the woman taking her nipple between those full, red lips and sucking was incredible. She began to wonder if she’d make it the length of the gauntlet without cumming. “If you want to swap, I’m in C230,” said the woman as Lucy finished her job. “Thank you,” said Jake. He pressed close to Lauren and looked her in the eye while clearly speaking to the man. “My doulo always likes the feel of a new hand or … whatever. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, my pretty?” “Yes, master,” said Lauren, barely able to trust her voice. She wanted Jake to throw her on the ground and take her right there and then. She didn’t want this strange woman to touch her, but there was no other answer she could give. Jake turned and pulled her along as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Again she felt the hands of men and women alike as they reached for her. They made it the rest of the way without another delay. As they broke into the clear, Lauren heard strange noises coming from her left. She looked there to see a veritable orgy going on. There was a mix of owners and doulos fucking, sucking, and everything in between. There were girl on girl, girl on boy, boy on girl, and boy on boy matchups. After the long, arousing walk down the gauntlet of hands, the sight, sound, and smell of sex made Lauren even more excited. She felt Jake tug her toward the orgy, suddenly worried that she would be lost in the mass, and taken by whomever chose to take her. Jake didn’t do much to calm her fears as he bent her over a thigh high wooden table and placed her hands firmly on the surface. The unspoken command was don’t move. She didn’t. Even when he pulled hinged metal clamps up over the edge of the table and dropped them in place over her wrists, she didn’t move. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t resist her master. Not now. He locked them in place, leaving her bent over the table, vulnerable to any cock from behind. Jake was behind her. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her ass. She looked back to see him stripping off his clothes. He stripped down to his briefs and pulled his cock out through the fly of the briefs. It wouldn’t do to show his brand as well. Then he leaned over Lauren and whispered. “Holy shit, mistress. You’re naked with hundreds watching. Your pussy is dripping. You are such a slut. Cum for me. And don’t forget to thank your master when you’re done.” With that, he plunged his cock into her waiting pussy. “Oh, master,” sighed Lauren in relief as she felt him enter her. “Thank you.” Jake demonstrated his talent as he thrust his cock in and out of Lauren while reaching around her hip to put his fingers right on her aching clit. He rubbed in a circular motion while thrusting like a piston. Lauren had brief thought that this whole situation was insane and then she felt a wave of lust wash over her. “I’m cumming,” she squealed, surprising herself at how loud and shrill her voice had been. “Eeeeeeeee,” escaped her lips as her body shuddered with the intensity of the feeling. “Fuck meeeee,” the words seemed to slip from her involuntarily, then she added, “master.” She was very aware that half the faces in the orgy had turned toward her squeals. It only made her hotter. Lauren couldn’t even get her breath to protest as Jake’s talented fingers and huge cock kept her in the throes of an orgasm. For some reason she couldn’t stop herself from announcing her orgasm over and over, begging her master to fuck her harder and deeper. “Noisy little thing, isn’t she?” said one man as he stepped closer to watch. “That looks like fun.” “My … hunnhh … hunhhh … master … …huhhhh … has … mmmm … hunhhh … the …” Lauren couldn’t finish the sentence as she squealed again. “Yeah, I know,” said the man. “The best cock in the world. Sure as hell looks like it. Fuck, buddy, I’d love to know where you found her.” Without breaking his rhythm with his cock or his fingers, Jake bent over his mistress and whispered again, “Mistress, other men are going to ask to fuck you. May they?” He’d promised her a wonderful time, so he felt he had to make the suggestion. Still he was surprised when she squealed, “Fuck, yeeeaahhhh.” It wouldn’t be right for the master not to cum, so Jake sped up his thrusting, much to Lauren’s increased pleasure. He shot his load deep inside her. With a huge sigh, he stepped back and patted her ass. “That’s the way my slut fucks.” “Do you mind?” asked another man almost before Jake could step clear. Jake looked back and eyed the man. He was big, bigger than Jake in every dimension, including the hard cock that he had pointed at Lauren’s ass. He smiled, knowing that his mistress would enjoy this. “Not at all,” he said. He stepped to Lauren’s left side. With one hand he grabbed her hair, preventing her from turning to see what was happening. The other hand went to her pussy, tracing circles on her clit. “Holy shit,” breathed Lauren as the new cock filled her. “Make me cum again.” The cock was nice. It filled her more than she’d ever been filled. But it was Jake’s fingers that did the real magic. As she squealed in pleasure, the man in her pussy said, “Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about. She’s is fucking hot. Squeeze me baby.” Jake was momentarily distracted, though his trained fingers didn’t show it, as another man tapped him on the shoulder, “Me next.” “Sure,” said Jake. “Looks like she wants it.” Jake eased off his teasing, letting his mistress catch her breath. For a couple of minute, the big man pounded into her pussy as she ground her ass back against him. As he approached his orgasm, Jake sped up his fingers. Lauren went into a frenzy of squeals and shudders as the two of them came. The second man moved quickly into position. His cock was smaller than the other two, only 6 inches. Lauren noticed the decrease in size as her stretched pussy almost felt empty. But again, it wasn’t the cock as much as it was the fingers. Jake made sure that both Lauren and the man fucking her enjoyed the experience. After all, he was a well trained doulo. To the man in her pussy, it seemed he was driving her crazy as she screamed and came for him, too. As the second man pulled away, Lauren was panting heavily. Her breath came in huge gasps and her body was slack, using the table for support. “No more,” said Jake, turning away other men who wanted to give her a ride. “Don’t want to hurt her,” he said. Disappointed, the others had to agree that a master couldn’t abuse his doulo too much. After Lauren had regained her breath, Jake unclamped her from the table and led her away. He didn’t want to take her though the gauntlet again and besides, it was one way. There was another, less direct route back to the break between the two halves of the ranch. Lauren was practically staggering as they neared the gate. “You had fun, mistress,” said Jake. He hoped she agreed. She’d done much more than he’d expected and had been silent for their whole walk back. “Yes, Jake, more than ever,” she admitted. “I’m not sure I can top that,” he said, relieved at her response. He pulled the gate open. “You had fun, too” “Mistress, every doulo will tell you that it makes me happy to make you happy. But, let me tell you, you made every man in earshot jealous of me today. Fun doesn’t begin to describe today.” On the other side, they swapped roles. Clothed, she looked at her naked doulo. “I kind of like the number 230, how about you?” Jake stared at her for a moment before he realized what she meant. “230 can be a magical number, mistress,” he said. “We’ll find out tomorrow.” “As you wish, master,” she winked at him. “Now, chin up, stick out your chest, and … “ she reached for his cock. She stroked him to hardness, 8 inches of warm meat. “Let’s go show off your cock and your brand,” she led him toward the busier part of the ranch. |