Jodie's Slaves Part One - Sex Stories

Jodie's Slaves Part One

... at leatherworking and even made the buggy harness and taught me how to cut and rivet and dress the leather to make it soft and supple” I said as she picked up some of the tools and straps.

Jodi

She did the leatherwork! That was so...hot! I turned away from her briefly, unable to contain my very unexpected reaction to all of the leather straps and buckles. I picked up a shiny metal clamp-looking thing and saw it pinched around one of her nipples, the leather strips in my other hand...reins?...twisted around her writhing body, getting tighter as she strained against them, tears glistening on her cheeks. With a shudder of pure need I put the items back exactly where I found them, taking a deep breath and closing my eyes to resist the call of so much leather. I could not escape the smell though, mellow and rich. I fantasized about her teaching me to work the leather and then catching her wrists in my newly made manacles when she thought I was making a belt or a wallet. I would tie her arms out to the sides against one of these stalls and leave her there while I finished the leg shackles…or better yet, somehow force her to make them herself. What exquisite humiliation, being made to craft the very bonds used to torture you with!

Stop! This was not possible. Just relax. I took another deep breath and checked myself, making sure none of that was on my face as I turned back to her. But I couldn't help asking.

“Do you think...someday...you could teach me how to make ...

... these?” I asked timidly.

“I would be delighted to show you. Julie has no interest in crafts. I tried to teach her simple woodworking and leather craft and sewing but all she wants to do is swim in the pool and text message her friends” . I was trying to put the thoughts that she may be a lesbian out of my head.

“For now the horses should be in the hall and lets take some brushes out and halter up Topaz and Joeboy”

We walked into the hall where it opens to the loft and I noticed Jodi looking up at the block and tackle rig used to pull up heavy bails of hay with little effort.

She led me back into the hall as I drew the webbing of the harness through my fingers again and again. Trying to avoid thinking about the thickness of it, the strength, I looked up. Near the ceiling was an elaborate pulley system. I followed the lines and pieces with my eyes. I looked simple enough to operate. That was so much better than the stall door! Manacled to that thing, pulled up and up until only her toes were touching the ground, swinging in the cool breeze as I did whatever I wanted to her flesh, slapped those breasts until they jiggled before licking and sucking...and biting.

I was drawn out of my reverie when I caught her look. She had seen me! I do not know what look was on my face at the time. I had to be more careful! But still, I pierced her with a look, eye to eye, my naked need showing for the briefest of seconds, not quite enough for her to be sure of what she saw before ...