marsneedswomen
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The morning is sweat drenching hot as I use the push mower cutting Mistress's back lawn. How many people still use such a tool to cut a lawn? I remember thinking my first day of struggle cutting her Bermuda grass lawn. If I had a gas powered mower, I would be done in less than fifteen minutes instead of the hour it takes me. Unfortunately, Mistress hates the noise a mower makes and she prefers quiet in the morning. It used to be struggle for me physically to cut the lawn, but now I no longer ache or struggle at the end of the yard. My pasty white skin has darken and there is now definition in my arms and torso. The work in her yard or garden as she calls it has definitely improved my physique, so much so that I catch attention from other women, but I am only interested in only one woman who I call Mistress.
We met in the modern way, the Internet. I discovered her profile on a normal dating site with so many code words that I responded immediately. My inquiry played on her code words being just as coy as she was coquettish. It took a while before her response and invite to view her profile on a fetish site. We exchanged several responses before the invite to an online chat with a webcam on me. My hopes were high but she wasn't interested in online hijinks only to watch my face in response to her mundane questions: what do you do, where are your family, favorite books, activities. While I will not lie when to say that I was mildly disappointed that it didn't go further when she announced that it was getting late and time to end our session. I politely thanked her for the chat and opportunity to present myself she smiled and said "I own a hard strap on pink plastic dildo that has your ass's name on it." With that she cut off the cam leaving me aroused flushed with redness and pit in my stomach. The next morning an e-mail arrived in my box with instructions to give my contact information and work schedule. The next three nights were spent dreaming of her lithe body and that pink dildo around her waist.
We finally met in person at her house at the beginning of spring.
Her house was a bland two story suburban house in a development containing retirees. The front yard was no bigger than a postage stamp containing a large rock garden. I knocked on the door with my heart pounding every second. The whirring sound of the garage door opening startled me. Turning around, I waited and she summoned me to come into the garage. The garage was empty but I entered and the garage door closed behind me. The moments were long and the silence deafening that I jumped when the door opened and she made her appearence. What a sight for any submissive to behold! She wore a black latex one piece suit with tall heels. Even in heels, I stood tall her than her but I automatically knelt.
She walked around me as I kept my eyes to the floor.
"Stand up and remove your clothes. I want to see all of you."
Naked before her with my arousal beginning to show as well as feeling perspiration enveloping my body, I summoned the strength to keep my knees from buckling. She grabbed at me and stroked my flesh. No approval or disappointment registered in her eyes or touch. A slap on my ass signaled that her evaluation was over and done with. She left me standing and watched me carefully, motioned for me to dress then began speaking in words I would never forget.
"Your profile you say you are submissive, but in mine, I say that I am looking for slaves. We have a problem, which you must resolve. Be a slave and stay or be a submissive and leave. Which are you?"
"I am a slave," I replied.
"You are my slave," She stated.
"Yes. I am your slave."
"Good. As my slave you are to work in my garden out back. When you work you will wear only shorts. No underwear and no shirt. You are to use my tools...never your own. Never speak with anyone who visits. Never enter the house unless I summon you. Be here every weekend and always answer my summons. Let me show you the garden."
She led me through her house to the garden. I looked at everything in the room as I sensed this would be the only time I would see the inside of her house. The kitchen looked normal as did the living room. The only item which seemed out of place was a large dog cage in the corner. No sign of a dog anywhere. The garden was an overgrown yard surrounded by a tall privacy fence. It was going to be some work. We stood silently with me naked and her dressed in latex. Her hand reached my crotch and began pulling on it until I was hard and gasping.
"Make it beautiful," she said as orgasm overcame me and I groaned.
She then led me back through the house to the garage where I dressed. She handed me the garage remote. "I will inspect you and your work everyday. You are submissive, but will become my slave. I promise that if you prove yourself here, you will enter the house for more training. You start tomorrow, slave."
That was four months, and twelve days ago. Many odd encounters and strange events have occurred. There was the time I found a naked female kneeling on the patio gagged while mistress lay on an outdoor lounge chair. Or the day when I found her walking a man like a dog through the garden letting him relieve himself. Of course, one can only guess at the sounds overheard while I worked near the windows. The garden looks like a garden. Mistress surveys my work from the second floor. I see her looking and wondering when I will be allowed to serve her in the house. On that day, I will change from submissive to her slave and never have I wanted anything more.
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