The Ranch Prologue First of all, please excuse the long Prologue, but I believe you will find it more than interesting and give you a good taste of what lies ahead. I wanted the story that unfolds in the following nine chapters to flow uninterrupted as an extended SM/BD session. The story therefore needs some clarification that can't be explained in a few sentences since most all of the situations described have actually occurred but not necessarily in one long extended session. Rather the story is a compilation of occurrences and situations that occurred over a period of years. The story describes a typical seven-night eight-day stay at The Ranch. The Ranch was owned by a true 24/7 Mistress who entertained constantly. I actually never stayed at The Ranch for more than a few days even though this story describes a longer stay. Others however have remained at The Ranch for extended stays ranging from a few weeks to many months. I have written the story of what an extended stay would be like taking into account happenings that I have personally experienced or witnessed while at The Ranch over the years. My exposure to the The Ranch extended well over a fifteen-year period. I am not a professional writer so please bear with me. I will refer to myself as "Fred" in the story that is written in mostly the third person, but occasionally in the first person. If the reader is under eighteen or offended by extreme and sometimes gross sexual situations please don't any read further because even this prologue will delve into some of my experiences to give the reader a taste of what to expect. If you decide to read on and it gets too much, please put this manuscript aside. For the rest of you please enjoy a most incredible adventure into a bizarre sexual world of B&D and S&M. The following story is not fiction but rather a true collection of experiences that occurred over a fifteen-year period starting in the late 1970's. The Ranch, which this story is about, actually existed and was referred to as "The Ranch" by its Mistress, who I will call Mistress Nancy. For obvious reasons I have changed names and locations to protect those that might still be about. I am sure however that anyone reading this story who has visited The Ranch, and there have been hundreds, will recognize it immediately. The Ranch came into existence as far as I could ascertain sometime around 1970. It was located in the outskirts of a major Western City. Sometime in the early 90's the owner of the ranch relocated to the far West. The current status of The Ranch and its occupants will be treated in the Epilogue because I do not know how long it will take to write this story. I am going by memory as well as notes taken while I was a regular visitor to The Ranch. As far as I know as of now, which is in the late nineties, The Ranch is still operating in the far West, but not in the same manner as it did when it was in full swing before its Mistress moved it to its present location. The Mistress of The Ranch now lives in a rural community about 100 miles north of a major Far Western city with neighbors living close to her home. In its original location The Ranch occupied many acres, which afforded much privacy. The Mistress still has visiting slaves and dominants, but stays are usually not more than a few days. In its original location stays of a few weeks were not uncommon, furthermore the Mistress would not even consider seeing a slave for less than twenty-four hours. She liked extended stays for her slaves. The Mistress of The Ranch was a true dominant. She lived the style twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. I never ever saw her in anything less than a dominant role. Virtually everything she did was associated with her dominant life style. Her life style did not only apply to her slaves, it permeated to her friends and associates and even her immediate family. This is the way she lived, and she made no pretenses. It never seemed to over tax her or seemed to be a burden, even though one would think that to always be in a domineering roll could be a lot of work. Not to Mistress Nancy. This story is a collection of all the happenings at The Ranch that I personally experienced or witnessed over a fifteen-year period. It has been condensed into a week of activities. While many "guests" stayed for a week or longer the story puts into play a structured eight-day stay, which was not all that uncommon. The facts however are more than 90% correct and accurate and have not been exaggerated as hard as it might be for the reader to believe and comprehend. The Mistress and her common law husband essentially operated The Ranch. Their goal was to have four slaves present at all times two male and two female. So that the slaves would not get too familiar with each other, arrivals and departures were staggered in two-day intervals. In other words every two days a slave would leave and be replaced by a new slave. Normally the slaves who had been at The Ranch the longest would be the ones replaced, but not always. This did not always work because of scheduling conflicts, but nevertheless this was the goal. This story therefore will describe a typical seven night eight-day stay at The Ranch as seen in the eyes of a specific slave, Fred. The Ranch occupied approximately five acres. It was not that large but was very secluded. It did not operate as a ranch but farm animals were present. The farm animals were there for some food but were mainly to divert the attention of neighbors from the true purpose of The Ranch, which was first and foremost to provide income and enjoyment for Mistress Nancy. The primary source of income was the publication of a monthly magazine plus the constant flow of short stories and photographs sold to adult establishments. There was also the income from the visiting slaves. Even visiting Mistresses and Masters often paid to stay at The Ranch. On rare occasions Mistress Nancy would sell videos of some of the activities. There was video equipment all over The Ranch. Mistress Nancy had a very sophisticated electronic set up. The videos were mostly for the enjoyment of Mistress Nancy and private showings to a select group of friends. Because of the nature of some of the videos The Ranch did not want them distributed to avoid legal problems. Other than snuff and children, virtually everything else went on at The Ranch and was often taped. I was surprised (and shocked) when I was once recognized by someone at a Janus party. A guest said he saw me in a video. I denied ever being in a video, but after this individual explained what he saw, I recognized that I was indeed secretly taped. He promised to send me a copy. When I received it I remembered the circumstances that occurred over two years before. I only hoped that Mistress Nancy did not distribute too many copies of this video which showed me. I confronted Mistress Nancy (a dangerous thing to do) when I next visited The Ranch. She confided that a few of her tapes were stolen and distributed to the "underground". She was indeed sorry that it happened but felt that because of the nature of what was on the tapes there would have been very limited distribution. I actually experienced or observed about 90% of the situations described in this book. The other 10% were described to me by Mistress Nancy, her slaves, and her family and guests. Some were seen on tape. It did not take too many visits to the ranch to believe all the stories that were told. But again, it should be emphasized that I did in fact personally experience or observe 90% of what you will be reading about. There is no question in my mind that what actually happened at The Ranch was even more bizarre than what you will read, if that is possible. Mistress Nancy was a portly woman in her late thirties when I first met her. Her mother lived with her who was in her fifties and actually participated in many of the activities. Mistress Nancy once explained to me that she kept her mother out of most activities because she was too wild. She once lost control of a slave and actually nailed him to a wall through his scrotum. On another occasion she made a slave suck off a farm animal. The slave was blindfolded and did not fully know what he was doing, but nevertheless this was against Ranch policy as was maiming or otherwise leaving permanent marks on slaves without their written permission. A number of slaves were pierced and some even castrated, but this was by choice and always required a signed statement by the slave. The same with bestiality. Pedophilia was also not practiced at the ranch, and there were no drugs and little alcohol. Mistress Nancy did allow a small amount of alcohol on the ranch, however she did not want her slaves drunk. She once told me that she did not want her slave's senses dulled. She wanted her slaves to feel the full impact of servitude. As Mistress Nancy once said, "For a slave to be high on drugs or drunk would deprive me of knowing that the slave might not feel the full impact of what I am making him or her go through. That is part of the high I get." In all honesty I never ever saw Mistress Nancy touch a drink. She was always stone sober. There were two other permanent occupants at The Ranch in addition to Mistress Nancy's mother. One was her daughter who was only ten when I first visited the ranch. Yes, there were three generations living on the ranch. To provide a more normal life for her daughter, while not letting her participate in any ranch activities, Mistress Nancy did let her bring friends home to play, but ranch activities were strictly out of bounds. I suspected however that the daughter sneaked a peak every now and then without her mother's knowledge to impress her friends. Most all of the activities were conducted in a number of out buildings on the property, rarely in the main house. I actually had the privilege of being the first slave to be used in training Mistress Nancy's daughter. I had known the daughter for a number of years by then and therefore felt a bit awkward. This was a tremendous surprise to me because I thought the daughter was not going to follow in her mother's footsteps as the mother followed in hers. It happened while she was still in high school. She was about fifteen at the time. While nothing truly sexual happened between us in a legal sense or where any private body parts exposed, the experience was still quite stimulating. Mistress Nancy often discussed the training of her daughter with me but I thought it was just talk. Since I had been coming to the ranch at the time for about five years I was very familiar with and to the entire family that lived at The Ranch. However I felt privileged, yet uncomfortable with the coming task. First of all children don't excite me, quite the contrary, and secondly I have seen the daughter growing up. She was however large for her age. At fifteen she was already 5'8" and easily weighed 140 pounds and could pass for someone much older. Mistress Nancy let her drive since she was fourteen. Mistress Nancy was also a large woman but her mother was quite small. Mistress Nancy was 5'10" tall and weighed 170 pounds. Her mother however was only 5'4" tall and could not have weighed much over 110 pounds. Even though she was in her fifties, she was by far the most attractive and the most fit of the three. The few times I was turned over to her I found she made up more for her small size with imagination and severity. She was the only dominatrix I was ever really afraid of. When serving her I was always blindfolded which of course lets your mind play tricks. She was good at mind control. She was also a voyeur and loved to witness extraordinary things and situations. But let's get back o the daughter who I would be spending more of my time with during the next few years. No I have not forgotten the fourth member of the household. That will come a bit later. My involvement with the daughter started when I was at The Ranch for a three-day stay. I knew something was up because I was summoned to the main house, which was very rare. I was brought to the kitchen and told to get under a desk Mistress Nancy had in one corner of the room. The desk was used my Mistress Nancy's daughter to study and do her homework. Mistress Nancy always wanted to know where her daughter was so she could keep an eye on her. The daughter had gotten a bit wild, as she grew older. I was completely clothed except being barefoot. The daughter had just gotten off the school bus and was told to get over to the desk and do her homework. Mistress Nancy told her daughter that she was now old enough to start her initial training. I heard the daughter argue with her mother, which was not unusual. She just had gym class and needed to take a shower. At the time I was not sure if the daughter said this for effect or if she really meant it. She was a tease however. Mistress Nancy told her daughter to just sit down and do her homework. The shower would come later after she finished her homework. The daughter sat at the desk and of course noticed and recognized me under the desk. It was a large desk, actually more of a kitchen table. She just pushed me aside with her sneaker clad feet. Years later Mistress Nancy told me that her daughter had preplanned this episode all by herself after pleading with her mother to start her training. She wanted to use me because she had known me for so long and would therefore not be too uncomfortable. This actually surprised me because at the time the daughter really seemed to be annoyed by me under her desk. This was actually part of her birthday present and she put on a good act. Mistress Nancy told her daughter to start her homework and not to pay any attention to me no matter what I did. If she protested she would get punished. Mistress Nancy then told me to remove her daughter's sneakers. I was surprised at how small her feet were because of her large size. She could not have been more than a size four or five. I started to untie her dirty sneakers and remove them one at a time. She wore no socks that made her feet give off a strong odor. Even Mistress Nancy noticed this and scolded her daughter for not wearing socks. The daughter naturally put up some excuse but her mother quickly put a stop to this and told her to concentrate on her homework. The daughter seemed genuinely uncomfortable when in reality this was part of her fantasy. Here she was having a grown man grovel at her feet. Mistress Nancy then told me to start cleaning her feet. Without being told I knew I could only use my mouth. I could hold her feet with my hands but had to use my mouth and tongue and saliva to do the cleaning. The daughter seemed to be uncomfortable by telling her mother she did not want anyone touching her feet, that it would distract her from doing her homework. She was such a good actress. She said she wanted to have her body to herself and not be touched by me. The daughter finally relented with the condition that I be blindfolded. It was all an act but I didn't realize it at the time. She did not want me to see her or see how dirty her feet were. That probably was not an act. Of course I didn't have to see how dirty her feet were, the strong aroma gave her away. I am sure she wore no socks that day because she knew what was coming. From the look of her feet she probably didn't wash them for a week. Anyway, Mistress Nancy agreed to having me blindfolded. I should have known all this was an act because I had noticed the dominant tendencies that the daughter displayed during the five years I had know her. She had no problem in the past ordering the house slave around even when she was much younger. There was no sex involved at all from what I could see, she just treated him in a very demeaning way and of course her mother said nothing, she actually encouraged it. More on the house slave later, the fourth member of the household. Mistress Nancy now wanted to see how well her daughter would carry on the family tradition. This was to be her first training session using someone outside of the immediate household. The daughter was a stranger to cleanliness. Before putting on the blindfold I saw that she had very pretty feet and toes, just like her mother and grandmother whose toes and feet I was very familiar with. The only difference was that the daughter's feet were very dirty. They were also smelly and unkempt with raggedy nails that looked picked at. As I mentioned, she wore no socks and had just come from gym class. There was plenty of dirt between the toes and the bottom of her feet were black which I noticed just before being fitted with the blindfold. Mistress Nancy said that I had better get both feet sparkling clean. She felt it would take a few hours, just in time for the daughter to finish her homework. I spent over an hour on each foot sitting on the floor facing her and holding her feet with my hands. There was enough play in my blindfold so that I could partially see what I was doing. As I mentioned before I did feel uncomfortable touching this teenager because besides knowing her I had no attraction to children. What helped a bit was that I had known the daughter since she was ten, even though now she looked much older than her fifteen years. Mistress Nancy told me to get to work and not let any of my spit touch the floor. I had to generate spit for the cleaning process and then swallow it. I alternately sucked each of her toes to loosen the dirt then scrapped it off with my teeth. The worst was what had accumulated between her toes and under her uneven nails which Mistress Nancy told me to smooth out with my teeth. The only interruption to my task was when Mistress Nancy's mother paraded a slave through the kitchen From the corner of my blindfold I did not at first think the mother had a slave with her because the slave was not blindfolded. Slaves were usually blindfolded when they were paraded around. Furthermore, the young daughter was present. This was the first time I ever saw someone I did not recognize exposed to the daughter. I noticed that the slave was extremely attractive even though she appeared to be about as old as the mother, in her mid fifties. She was very elegantly dressed, had long shaply legs and wore very high heels, but the give away was the leash that protruded out from under her dress. I could only guess what part of her anatomy the other end of the leash was attached to. Mistress Nancy's mother noticed me cleaning the daughter's feet and when I had a mouth full of toe jam, pieces of nail and saliva she ordered me to stop and keep what I had in my mouth and get on my back. She then ordered her slave to bend down, kiss me and suck out my mouth. She had us do this a few more times just after I had a mouthful of toe jam and saliva. I must say it felt good being kissed by this beautiful woman even though she must have been twenty years my senior. She had soft lips and did an excellent job licking the insides of my mouth and sucking everything out. She held my head close to hers with her hands to make sure she could suck out the insides of my mouth. It was very sensual feeling her tongue swirling inside my mouth. Her legs looked great in her six-inch heels and I got very excited especially when I could hear the slave swallowing everything she sucked out of mouth. Each time there was a liquid transfer I was told to get back on my back and open my mouth. The slave then bent down and did her thing. I could sense everyone watching us, Mistress Nancy, her mother and her daughter. After they left Mistress Nancy told her daughter that the slave was really a cross dressing man (which I think was said only for my benefit). To this day I am not sure if this was true or not, hopefully not. The thought of having another man's tongue in my mouth was revolting, but she looked and felt and smelled very feminine. At that time I also suspected that the daughter was more into ranch activities than I had previously imagined. During the entire ordeal of cleaning the daughter's feet my biggest problem was generating enough saliva because my mouth kept getting dry even though the feet I was cleaning were very sweaty. At first I did not know where to begin. So I started by sucking each toe clean. I then licked out the jam from between her toes. Finally I had to use my teeth to scrape the bottom of her feet clean. I also used my teeth to clean and trim her toenails. Fortunately she was not ticklish and my clue should have been that she seemed to like what I was doing. She was very quiet and I guessed was doing her homework. I felt part of her ease was that she had known me for the past five years. She did not talk to me however. After almost three hours she suddenly took her foot out of my mouth and stood up. She looked at her feet and seemed pleased with what she saw. Just then Mistress Nancy entered the kitchen to get something for another group of slaves she was playing with. She asked her daughter if she was finished with her homework. The daughter said "almost", but she wanted something to drink and needed to use the bathroom. I was shocked by what Mistress Nancy told her. She told her daughter to get her drink from the fridge and get back to her desk and finish her homework. If she had to use the bathroom she could use her new slave (me). I could not believe what I had just heard. Was Mistress Nancy going to let her daughter use me as her toilet? The daughter seemed shocked as well. As it turned out the daughter was not all that shocked. This had all been preplanned by her. I was wondering if one would consider what I was doing with the daughter would be considered sex or just pure perversion. I never saw or touched any of the daughter's private parts, only her feet. Since I was dressed she did see (or touch) any of my privates either. I was however getting sexually aroused So that I could not see anything my blindfold was replaced with a hood and tied securely by a string around my neck. There was a mouth and nose hole but nothing else. I could breathe and hear but see nothing. I was now really in the dark. I was told to lie on my back and open my mouth. Since I was already on the floor it was easy for me to just lie down. As soon as I opened my mouth what felt like a funnel was inserted into it. I was told to lie still and keep my hands at my sides. I could hear chairs moving around then I felt a pair of legs on either side of my head. Soon my mouth filled up with a warm actually sweet tasting liquid. Mistress Nancy whispered into my ear to slowly swallow everything and get used to the taste. She said I was being privileged to be drinking her daughter's sweet urine. I wondered how she knew it was sweet. Actually what happened was that a toilet chair replaced the daughter's study chair. A toilet chair was simply a chair with a toilet seat. They were all over The Ranch. When she was finished I heard Mistress Nancy tell her daughter to get up and wipe herself and place the toilet paper in my mouth. She did this, after removing the funnel. I then was told to swallow the paper. The funnel was then replaced in case she had to go again. Mistress Nancy told her daughter that in the future she would never ever have to use toilet paper again. A slave would clean her. However for now she was too young to have someone else male or female touch her privates. She was also told that from now on whenever I was at The Ranch she was to use me as her toilet for liquid waste. During this stay, I still had two more days to go. I was excused from all other duties so I could be at the daughter's beck and call when she came home from school as her personal toilet and foot slave. During the day it was normal slavery where I served Mistress Nancy and any other dominants at the ranch, but at 3:00 p.m. when the school bus dropped her off, I belonged to the daughter. I would be with her till 7:30 the following morning when the bus picked her up again. It became a ritual. At three o'clock I would go the front door, put on my hood and keep the funnel hanging by a chain around my neck. There were camp type toilet chairs all over the ranch so that was not a problem. As soon as the daughter got home she would immediately lead me to the bathroom by my leash, insert the funnel in my mouth and pee. She would then go into the kitchen to start her homework while I cleaned her feet. It was not long before I realized that the daughter was thoroughly enjoying this. Even at dinnertime I would be placed under the kitchen table and perform foot service on all that were present, but no toilet service. They were eating after all. There was actually no sex involved (at first) just toilet training and foot worship. I had my hood on for almost thirty-two hours during the next two days, and drank copious amounts of urine. On the second day Mistress Nancy improved on my uniform. Instead of a blindfold I wore a hood with only a mouth opening. Mistress Nancy said it made her daughter feel more comfortable for me not only not see her but also to minimize outside sensations. I was also to wear a leash so the daughter could take me around even though I was mostly in a parked position during my shift. Actually it was rather relaxing except for the three or four times I was being "used". Mistress Nancy expressly instructed her daughter to use me only for urination. She threatened to use me for excrement if I didn't obey, but that never came to be. The leash I was being led around with was tied to my cock ring. Every male slave who visited The Ranch always had to show up with a cock ring. The leash from the ring went up my pants and through my shirt where it exited near the collar. I was always clothed when around the daughter except for being barefoot. Mistress Nancy liked for all of her slaves to be barefoot all the time. At first I did not think that the daughter knew that the leash was attached to my penis, but after awhile I think she knew because she enjoyed tugging on it and sensing my discomfort. She could not see my face because of the hood, but she knew. At night I slept on the floor next to my new master's bed with my head under the toilet chair with the funnel in my mouth. My head was actually tied to the legs of the seat by two rings that were part of the hood just outside my ears. It was not too uncomfortable except for the funnel in my mouth. To keep it there it was strapped to my head. During the night all she had to do was call out "toilet" and I would immediately open my mouth and wait. Another summons would be three short tugs on my leash. You have no idea how humiliating it was to be a slave to a teenager. I could also sense that she was enjoying this new power bestowed upon her by her mother. From that day on for the next few years whenever I visited the ranch I was assigned to the daughter as her personal toilet slave. As far as I knew I was her only toilet slave so she looked forward to my visits, which occurred three to four times a year. One of the pleasures I had while serving the daughter after she turned eighteen was that other slaves serviced me during the night as I slept in the daughter's room. I was being used as a training vehicle. I had my feet cleaned by other slaves. I also used other slaves as my toilet. Since I always wore my hood I did not know who or the sex of those who serviced me. After all a mouth is a mouth. Mistress Nancy would prove this in the future with some of her games. As time went by I noticed a definite evil streak in the daughter, which I am sure, pleased her mother. I sensed the daughter was uncomfortable as a Mistress at first, but this evaporated as time went by. I could see the change every time I visited The Ranch. She did not like toilet training that much but did enjoy humiliating men, especially older men. All in all she was not like her mother or grandmother. All three were very dominant but in different ways. The grandmother was the worst with a definite sadistic streak. Even though the daughter was not allowed to bring friends home without her mother's permission she did on occasion sneak some into the house usually late at night after a date. She wanted to show off her power to both her male and female friends. Mistress Nancy would have thrown a fit if she knew. Often I could sense someone else in the room late at night. I would get my "toilet" commend and wait with the funnel in my mouth. By now I knew exactly what the daughter's urine tasted like so it was not difficult to tell that others were using me as a toilet. Not only was the taste different, but the quantity increased as well. I started to keep track of the varying tastes and figured that the daughter had about four close friends. I hoped they were all female. It was very unpleasant but I could not do anything about it. The daughter warned of severe consequences like having her defecate in my mouth if I said anything. I was not willing to test her because I knew she would do it, so I went along with her escapades telling no one. It was only natural as the daughter grew into her twenties that she would start participating in ranch activities. She would then even openly bring her friends to The Ranch. She seemed to have only straight or dominant friends. I believe I was the only submissive she ever got close to other than the fourth occupant at the ranch who really belonged to her mother. Even as she grew older I was her personal foot and toilet slave whenever I visited The Ranch. She now openly showed me off to her friends, both male and female, with her mother's permission. She would even lend me to some of her friends, which is a story in itself. Actually this happened more and more as she got older. There were many buildings and spaces at The Ranch so when I was "lent out" it was always on ranch property. In all the years I knew the daughter I only left The Ranch once with her and two friends. It was an overnight trip to pick up some furniture from one of Mistress Nancy's friends. The friend lived in Texas and was moving to California. She did not need all of her household goods. I was at The Ranch for my usual three-day stay and did not look forward to leaving The Ranch for two days supervised only by Mistress Nancy's daughter. I was a bit apprehensive. I also did not want to lose one day as a house slave. But as Mistress Nancy's slave I could not show disappointment and so I agreed to help move and pick up the furniture. At least the daughter had a couple of friends who would help. Mistress Nancy told her daughter, in front of me, that she would have total control over me and be responsible for me on this trip and not to do anything silly. I felt funny being the ward of a teenager even though she was nineteen at the time. I also wondered about the daughter's friends. Did they know of our arrangement and worse yet, did they ever use me in the past during the daughter's earlier training sessions? Of course I wore a hood then so if they were involved in any of the doings they would hopefully not recognize me. The daughter and I left The Ranch early in the morning in The Ranch van with a trailer in tow. For the two hundred mile drive to Dallas. We picked up the daughter's two friends who lived near by on our way to Texas. Mistress Nancy knew we would be picking up two helpers. There was a lot of furniture to pick up. The two friends were from high school. The daughter had graduated the previous year but still remained friends with many of her classmates. The two friends were a boy and a girl, also nineteen. As I would find out later both had used me and had become dominant through the years especially with the daughter's influence. They knew exactly who I was. The boy, Edward, was large and played on the football team. He was black with muscles that would surely come in handy when moving and loading furniture. His girl friend was small and pretty and very sexually active. She made no bones about wanting to try everything at least once. She was also black but light skinned, not like her boyfriend. I would find out later in the day why the daughter chose black friends for this trip. I was of course surprised when I was introduced to her friends as her slave. I thought it was for shock value, but the two friends only smiled at me with now shock on their faces. They knew. The two got into the van bringing along sandwiches and drinks. The daughter told her friends to address me as "slave Fred" and told me not to talk unless I was addressed. I could only talk if asked a specific question. In this way I did not have to worry how to address the daughter's two friends. I was to address her as Mistress however. This was something new. Prior I addressed the daughter as Mistress Adrena. I was told that if I had to address the two friends it would be as Master Ed and Mistress Violet. The daughter told her friends they could ask me to do anything. At this Mistress Violet giggled. They had no idea of the potential power they had over me. I started to feel relaxed after a while slipping into my new mode. It was to be a three and one half hour drive. The trip started normally with my doing the driving and the daughter sitting next to me. The two friends sat in the back. The back of the van was carpeted and very roomy. After a short while the sandwiches and drinks were brought out. I was thirsty but was afraid to say or ask for anything. Nothing was offered to me. The three spoke about everything teenagers talk about. Who was seeing whom, who was doing whom and so forth. About two hours into the trip Violet said that I should pull into the next service station. She had to pee. The daughter told me to keep on going, that our first stop would be her mother's friend's house. We had a lot of ground to cover and could not waste time with a pee stop. The girl protested. The daughter, with a gleam in her eye, got out of her seat and went to the back of the van. She then told Ed to change places with me. The van was big enough so changing places was easy. With Ed now driving I got to the back of the van and noticed that the daughter had placed herself on a folding camp chair. It was actually a camp toilet chair. She had a big smile on her face as she called out "toilet" to me. I knew what was in store and reluctantly got on my back and pulled myself under the chair. The daughter had brought along my funnel, which she promptly stuck into my mouth. She was about to blindfold me and then said 'what the hell' and emptied her bladder. I couldn't see anything anyway because the funnel was so big. She warned me to swallow everything and not to get the carpet wet. Violet looked on in amusement. I think this was planned, otherwise Violet should have been in shock. After the daughter was through she told Violet she could go now. She hesitated a bit then said she didn't want me to see her. The daughter then put a blindfold on me. Ed was told to keep his eyes on the road and not be distracted. He knew what was going on and was told that if he wanted he could get his relief later on. All three laughed and said that my new name would now be slave "John". Violet slowly pulled down her shorts. She removed the chair preferring to squat over me. It took awhile with the van shaking and only a few drops came out. Violet relented than and sat on the chair. I finally felt the warm liquid enter my mouth. I heard her giggle and knew that she must have felt a strange power over me. When she was finished the daughter asked if she wanted her John to lick her clean. This was a bit too much for her so she spit on her fingers to clean her self but then had me suck her fingers clean. She did this a number of times. I was surprised that these young people were so open about their gross behavior. There was no question in my mind that these people had used me in the past during some of the daughter's sleepovers because I thought I recognized the taste of Violet's urine. After about fifteen minutes the daughter said she needed to go again and exchanged places with her friend. I swallowed the now familiar fluid. By now she was also used to having me lick her clean without being told, so I complied with the blindfold still in place. To help me she got off the chair and sat directly on my face. Violet was watching and said that the next time she won't use her fingers. It was time for Ed to pipe up. He said he had to go but instead of having one of the girls drive he suggested I crawl up front and suck on his cock while he was driving. Violet said OK but warned him not to close his eyes. I crawled up front and the only way this could work was to sit besides him and put my head on his lap. I couldn't do it from the floor of the van while he had his foot on the gas pedal. He already unzipped his fly and pulled out his penis. I took the soft penis in my mouth and waited. After about five minutes nothing came out but it started to get large. Ed said "Oh shit, I can't pee with a hard on, so just be a good John and suck me off". Violet at first was not too comfortable about anyone else giving her boyfriend a blowjob, but since I was not real competition for her she said "go for it". She hung her head over the front seat and watched as I sucked off her boyfriend. It took less than ten minutes when I felt him stiffen and shoot an unbelievable amount of sperm in my mouth. The only thing I was thinking at the moment was I hope he was keeping his eyes open. The daughter broke my trance when she said, "what are you waiting for, start swallowing, I don't want a drop of anything spilled on Ed or the van". I quickly swallowed three times to get everything down. Ed still would not let me up. His penis was now soft again and he wanted to pee. I lay there for another fifteen minutes and finally tasted a few drops of urine enter my mouth. It wasn't much, but it did replace the taste of the sperm. Somehow the sperm tasted better. I could not believe myself, here I was comparing the taste of pee with sperm. We had now been driving for about three hours. The daughter was taking off my blindfold just as we were entering a long driveway leading to a house that was set back from the road. I estimated the property to occupy at least an acre. We were on the outskirts of Dallas and this was Mistress Nancy's friend. The four of us got out of the car and I was in for a shock. The friend who greeted us was about the same age and size as Mistress Nancy a little prettier but about as black as anyone I have ever seen. We entered the house, which was very well furnished. The living room looked more like a bar when I realized that this was a brothel. Not only a brothel, but an upscale black brothel. It was past 6:00 pm by the time everyone exchanged pleasantries. The house madam suggested that we have something to eat before we loaded up the van and trailer with what she was going to give to Mistress Nancy. She knew the daughter very well and whispered something into the daughter's ear. The daughter's eyes exploded with excitement. The daughter's favorite rock group was playing in town that night and she just had to see them. She immediately got on the phone with her mother and begged to let her stay over. I thought this trip would never end. The daughter then turned the phone over to the madam. After she finished talking she handed the phone over to me. Mistress Nancy explained that she gave permission to let her daughter stay over with her friends to see her rock group. I was to stay with the madam and control over me would pass to her while the daughter was away. I felt uneasy not knowing this woman but said, "Yes Mistress". I could see from the corner of my eye the gleam in the madam's eyes. We first had dinner and were served by four rather attractive girls. They were black and very young. I assumed correctly that they were prostitutes who worked for madam. She explained that her clientele were mostly wealthy and successful black businessmen. She had a few white clients. At around eight the daughter and her friends left for the concert and I was officially turned over to madam in front of everyone. The daughter and her friends would not return till six the following morning. That raised a few eyebrows among the working girls especially when they heard me referred to as "slave John". The madam then called in all of her working girls which turned out to be only the four who served us at dinner, to introduce them to me. She told them I would be her slave till the daughter returned. She asked the girls if any of them had any use for me. It was a new experience for them because their customers often treated them like slaves. One of the girls asked if I was gay and I said no. I was slapped and corrected to say "no Mistress". The girls giggled. The madam said it made no difference what I was because I was a slave of the lowest order and could be told to do anything they wished. Mistress Nancy had told her friend most all of my experiences at The Ranch. The girl who asked about my sexual preference piped up and said she wanted to dress me up as a girl. She said that if one of her clients wanted a blowjob from a white girl she could oblige and make some extra money. I could not believe what I heard. These were very young but obviously experienced girls. The other three girls loved the idea, as did the madam. They rarely had a white woman at the house and when they did she was very popular. Tonight they were all going to make some extra money. I got more nervous because sucking on a penis was not my idea of having pleasure. The only thing that got me a bit excited was that I was pleasing my Mistress and that I had little choice. If my Mistress gets excited watching me suck dick then I get excited, but sucking a black penis was altogether different because most I saw were so large. I am no racist but there are limits. I got a little scared. The madam sensed my uneasiness and offered me a drink. It helped a little but didn't change anything. I was taken to an upstairs bedroom where my makeover was begun by a bunch of very happy girls. I say girls because some could not been much more than twenty. Two of the pros however were easily in their late thirties. They however had one thing in common. They were beautiful and had drop-dead figures. This was a high-class whorehouse where the customers paid plenty. The first thing I did was to get undressed. They all laughed at the size of my organ. They were however very nice and told me that if I cooperated I would get the best blowjob of my life when this was all over. It sounded very promising. The madam was watching all this and reminded the girls that I was a slave loaned to her by her good friend in Oklahoma. I had no choice in what I was ordered to do, but I was supposed to be returned to Mistress Nancy in good condition. She did however explain that just one word to her friend that I was not cooperative and I would forfeit a bond I had posted (more on the bond later). I never felt more like a slave as I did at that moment. The girls were glad to hear this but promised me my blowjob nevertheless. After looking me over they agreed that my face hair must go, I had a moustache. So they shaved my face, my legs and my pubic hair. I was going to itch for the next month. Makeup was applied to my face and I was fitted with a blonde wig. I was then fitted with four-inch heels but no stockings. Next they painted my finger and toenails. One of the girls said that some of her clients liked to suck toes and white girls toes would be something special. A short skirt and blouse with a padded bra completed the outfit. I am 5'10' in my bare feet and weigh 165 pounds. The heels made me stand over 6'0''. The girls said that I looked terrific especially with my long legs and four-inch heels. I was a large but comely looking woman. They said I looked sexy and surprised me when they said their customers liked large women, especially since at least three out of the four of the girls were fairly small. My name would be Joan. They said they would only use Joan for oral or anal sex. I shuddered. I surprised myself when I told the girls that I preferred oral to anal sex even though my Mistress had enlarged my anus over the years. I still did not like it and furthermore was afraid of catching something. As disgusting as sucking on a cock is, I knew the risk of disease was far less likely from oral over anal sex. The girls agreed but said that since I was a slave I didn't have much choice. They all loved the concept of having their own slave, especially a white one. The madam did tell the girls that they must tell their customers that Joan could not be undressed under any circumstances. They were to say that Joan had scars on her body that would revolt them. The madam did not want a conflict on her hands in case a customer got upset because he was fooled. I also would not be in the lounge with the other girls so that I would not be chosen right off the bat. I would wait in the kitchen and respond to a buzzer system that showed a room number when beckoned. This was an old mansion that was set up for servants. I was told that when I heard the buzzer I would go upstairs to the corresponding room and do as I was told and not talk too much. There would be four rooms going tonight. Customers purchased thirty-minute increments with most staying for an hour. The girls usually saw from five to ten customer on a typical night. I did the math in my head. The madam saw no customers but split 50/50 with her girls. That meant on an average evening at $50 per thirty-minute interval each girl could make about $1,000 and paid no taxes, not bad. The madam then would make four times that. My goodness I thought, the madam could easily clear one million dollars a year. No wonder there is so much prostitution around. I am sure however a lot of her money went to "protection". I could see everyone looking at me thinking they could make more money. It didn't take long to figure out how much more they could make. If a customer wanted Joan he had to pay an additional $50. Since I would not get any of it the madam and girls would keep it all almost doubling their income. The more I was used the more they would make. I was told the busiest time was between midnight and around 2:00 am The house usually closed down at around four or five in the morning depending on traffic. It was the middle of the week so madam thought it would be a slow night. She was wrong. It did not take long for word to get out that the house had a visiting "honky" blonde. The time was now ten in the evening. I was in the kitchen nursing a drink. Madam boozed me up to make me feel more at ease. This was really something new for me and as much as I enjoyed being a slave, I was very apprehensive and nervous not knowing what to expect. The buzzer suddenly sprang to life. It was room number 2. Madam came into the kitchen and told me that this was their third customer so far and she repeated that it would probably be a slow night much to my relief. She also told me that the first two customers declined the offer of the "new blond". As the evening wore on I found out that the girls reduced the extra charge just to get more business. True economics and market forces at work. I went to room number two a bit uneasy on my high heels. I knocked on the door and was told to enter by a very sweet voice. Room number two girl looked up at me as she was sitting on the face of a large very black man. I think that they were in a 69 position when I knocked. When I entered the room it was very dark, it took a moment for my eyes to adjust. I noticed that the man looked to one side to see who was entering the room. He looked at me. At that moment I thought the game would be up in that the man would recognize me as a guy in drag and beat me up for fooling him. To my relieved surprise he said he liked what he saw and asked me to take off my cloths. Number 2 (I'll call the girls by their room numbers because I could not remember their names) said NO! That was not part of the deal and explained why. The man reluctantly agreed, he remembered the deal, but added that I had better behave and do what I came in to do or he would not pay. Number 2 had teased the man, as did the other girls, that if they wanted Joan it would have to be on the house's terms. It actually added to the excitement. Number 2 told me that I was to get an extra $25 (actually number 2 would get it) if I would give the man a blowjob ......and swallow everything. She told the man that I had never swallowed a black load before and he would be the first. Furthermore, all customers knew that the practice of the house was that none of the girls "swallowed". The man got very excited at the prospect of having a big blond giving him head, and then swallowing his load. He said other than drinking his piss he could not think of anything more degrading than having a white girl drink his cum. With that being said number 2 got back on the man's face and motioned me over. She told me to get on the bed between the man's legs and start to suck cock. She grabbed my head and forced it down on the man's gigantic penis. It was not that long but very thick. I could hardly keep my mouth open and was grateful that it wasn't going in my butt. Number 2 than moved my head up and down while whispering in my ears to suck as hard as I could and make the man cum quickly. She said he liked to feel teeth and be treated roughly. No problem with this huge cock. There was no way I could have kept my lips over my teeth any way. It was the thickest penis that I have ever seen. Number 2 kept whispering for me to make him cum fast and to get it all so I could earn my $25. She said that if I lost just a single drop I would get it up my ass. I did not need any further encouragement. She said this loud enough for her customer to hear even though she was sitting on his face. The man must have gotten very excited with this talk because I could soon feel him shudder. At that moment the girl got off her customer so he could see what was going on, put her head next to mine and grabbed the penis with both hands and started to pump while pushing it further into my mouth. I could feel that the girl was getting a thrill out of this and getting excited as well seeing what she was doing to me. The tip of the penis started to swell as the first bit of fluid started to enter my mouth. She started to yell at me to suck harder as more liquid came out. I swallowed my first mouth full and to my surprise it tasted sweet. She kept on yelling for me to suck as more and more sperm entered my mouth. I kept swallowing wondering when this was going to stop. I never had so much sperm when I had an orgasm and thought most men were the same. Wrong. The girl kept pumping his penis and more liquid came out. She warned me not to take his cock out of my mouth till she told me. The man sat up in bed and talked and necked with the girl while I lay between his legs with his cock in my mouth. I swallowed at least four times before getting all his sperm while slowly sucking it. They finally congratulated me. He said he could not get his wife to do what I had just done. He said it was one of the best blowjobs he ever had and even gave me an extra $5 tip. The girl noted this and of course I had to give it to her as soon as the man left. Number 2 congratulated me again for being such a good boy, kissed me on the cheek, let me wash my mouth out with mouthwash and let me leave the room. Madam greeted me at the door and told me that I was now wanted in room 1. She said that from now on that before going back down to the kitchen to fix my makeup I should check the other rooms to see if I was needed. If a door were left ajar it would be my signal to enter. Madam then went down stairs to greet her new guests as I went over to room number1. I knocked and entered. Girl number 1 was having intercourse with her customer and was on top. Her customer was an older black man who asked me to kiss him while she was pumping away. She looked at me and asked what I was waiting for. I swallowed my pride and did what I was told. Much to my surprise I found that a man's penis in my mouth was less distasteful than having a man's tongue in my mouth. The man's tongue explored the inside of my mouth and could feel his excitement as he thought he was kissing a white blond while his whore was pumping away. The only secret pleasure I got was wondering what the man would say if he knew that the inside of my mouth still had a bit of another man's cum. He then stopped kissing me and told number 1 to exchange places with me. He now wanted to kiss his prostitute while I sucked him off. He was close to cuming and didn't want to miss a beat. He would not let either of us clean his penis as it emerged from number 1's cunt. It was wet and glistening. Fortunately I was looking at a condom. My glee was short lived as she told me to clean off the rubber by sucking it. She wanted her man to stay turned on. I was in a daze and did as I was told. After sucking and licking it clean she peeled it off and pushed my head back down again on the man's cock as she started kissing him. It did not take long before the man exploded in my mouth. As he came he yelled out that there would an extra tip if I swallowed his load. Number 1 did not need any more encouragement as she held my head down and told me to get it all. Number 1 then asked the man if he wanted to see two girls get it on together for an extra $20. He said sure! He was still excited having a white blond suck him off. Number 1 told me to lie on my back as she sat on my face and had me suck and clean her up. She rubbed herself all over my mouth while the man was playing with himself. I could not believe that the man was still excited right after having an orgasm. It usually takes me at least an hour after I have an orgasm before I can get hard again, or for that matter have the urge to have another go at it. As the evening wore on I realized one reason why so many of madam's customers liked getting a blow job from me was not only seeing a white blonde going down on them, it was because they didn't have to wear a rubber and I was forced to swallow their load most of the time. This was a new thing for most of the customers and it turned them on. Most of the girls did give blowjobs, but they usually made their customers wear a rubber. The customers liked this arrangement because when I sucked them off they didn't have to wear a condom and the girls liked making a bit more cash. The girls also liked the idea of having a slave, especially a white one at that. They really got a thrill out of degrading me. Watching me swallow was just an extra plus. Some of the girls even had me hold the cum in my mouth and so they and their customers could see what I was about to swallow. They would then make me swallow and open my mouth again to make sure it all went down. When I left room number one, rooms three and four had their doors ajar. I went into room three where I saw a girl giving a blowjob to her customer. The customer had asked for a blowjob by two women and would pay extra if he didn't have to wear a rubber. Number three immediately thought of "Joan" and had talked her customer into an extra $50. As soon as I entered the room she took the man's cock out of her mouth and slipped off the rubber. She then motioned me onto the bed next to her and thrust the cock into my mouth. It was wet from pre-cum. I was in a daze and just did what I was told and started to suck as she moved this enormous penis up and down with her hand. The girl whispered in my ear that I better take the total load and keep it in my mouth without swallowing. She told me that I could spit it out when the man was not looking. She then stated to suck on the man's balls while I continued to suck on his penis. It didn't take long for the man to cum, and cum he did. It filled my entire mouth. She held my head down to make sure I got it all. I finally was released and got a big surprise. The man wanted to kiss me. He said he liked the taste of his own cum. Before I knew it the man was all over me and kissed me sucking his own sperm out of my mouth. I was at least grateful that I did not have to swallow it, even though I still had his taste in my mouth. I looked around for some mouthwash to rinse my mouth but could not find any. I thought the man was finished but he said he was really horney and wanted to fuck me in the ass after he got hard again. He promised me another $100 if I would cooperate. Before I knew it the girl sat on the man's face and told me to get busy getting him hard. I licked and sucked on the man's penis for a long time before he got hard again. Actually it seemed to be even harder than before. The girl then hoped off his face and told me to bend over. She told the man that he had only ten minutes to cum because he took so long getting hard again. She sucked and licked his penis to make it slippery so that it would go in easier. She was actually licking it as the man pumped to get him even more excited. Fortunately his penis was not that large in diameter, but it sure was long. The man then wanted the girl to get on the bed in front of me and watch me eat her while he was pumping away. This really excited him and he came almost right away. After he came he asked the girl to lick out my rear end. She did it without any hesitation, and it felt good. Her tongue went into my anus and all around the outside. My pleasure was short lived because the man wanted me to clean his penis while I was getting my rear cleaned. He quickly inserted it into my mouth and I could taste myself as I licked and sucked him clean. Amazingly he got hard again and said he would give me another $50 if I could make him cum again. It took almost fifteen minutes but he did cum again. Even this third orgasm produced enough noticeable cum. Fortunately their was a sink in the corner of the room where I spit it out while no one was looking. To this day I shudder when I think of that experience. I am mixed with pleasure, disgust and excitement. I left room three and saw that number four's door was now closed, but number one was ajar again. I went in and it was more of a repeat of what I had been doing with a few interesting variations that today I can't fully remember. It was all a blur. I do remember one customer who wanted to see his girl and me getting it on and for an extra $100 to see us drink each other's piss. The girl thought quickly and said that she was not going to drink my piss but "Joan" would not only drink her piss but the man's as well if he raised the ante to $150. Girl number one knew that as a slave I could not refuse anything they wanted me to do. Her customer got very excited with this prospect and agreed. The girl and I got into a 69 position with her on top. Since I had my clothes on she just mouthed my penis through my cloths. I almost burst because I was so hard. She then lifted her self up so the customer could see and let out a stream of pee right into my mouth and warned me not to let a drop wet her sheets. When she was through I was told to lick her clean and stay on the bed. The man then came over and stuck his penis into my mouth and slowly let his stream enter my mouth. I thought the girl would go through the ceiling she became so excited. She told the man to stop peeing and called out to the other girls to come into her room. Two of them came. My girl then told the man to continue. The two other girls started to shriek with excitement. They had never seen anything like this. There was finally a reprieve at around 4:00 am so I went down to the kitchen. I figured that the girls saw about fifty customers and that I participated with about thirty of them, which is why both my jaw and rear end ached. I lost count of much I had to swallow, but it was a lot. The girls talked as many of their customers as they could into using me. It seemed they did it not only for the money, but also for the novelty. As I was resting I saw the indicator for room one light up. I slowly went back upstairs expecting more of the same. The door was ajar so I walked in. I was surprised to see all four girls sitting and laying on the bed. They said I did a great job and as promised would get my reward. I was told to lie on my back and just relax. They undressed me. It felt good to feel eight hands all over me. When I was completely naked number one sat on my face. I could then feel three mouths licking and sucking me. Two of the girls started on my feet and toes while a third was gently sucking on my penis while fondling my balls. All this while I had a delicious pussy in my face. Juices were flowing into my mouth. I was not sure if it was urine or simply the excretion of an excited girl, but I drank it up and unfortunately did not last too long before I had an orgasm. It was the best blow job I had ever received and to this day get hard just thinking about it. I finally got up and went downstairs wearing my regular clothes just as the daughter was getting back from the concert with her friends. It was now five in the morning and everyone including myself crashed till noon. When we got up we started to load the van and trailer for our trip home. By three in the afternoon we were ready for our trip back. The madam bid us good by and asked me if I would care to come back and work in the house. She said the word got out and there was a strong demand for my services. She said that this time I could keep my earnings. I said I would think about it but knew that it would never happen. I nevertheless took her new address on the West Coast. It has burned a hole in my pocket for quite some time but I finally discarded it. The trip back to The Ranch was uneventful. I drove all the way with the others fast asleep due to exhaustion. Frankly I was pretty exhausted myself, but kept myself awake thinking of the previous evening. My hard-on lasted for the whole trip. I felt I was clear from being a "toilet" but about fifty miles from our destination the daughter woke up and said she had to go. Not wanting to wake the others she peed into a cup and handed it to me. She said, "Drink up" and promptly went to sleep again without a further thought. She acted as if this was just a routine matter. At this point she just accepted the fact that while I was around I would drink all of her pee. As I dropped off Violet and Ed they asked Adrena if they could use me for a camping trip they had planned. They liked the idea of taking a long trip and not having to stop for toilet breaks and of course having a slave. The daughter said "sure', but it never happened. From that moment on I always wondered if I would take another "trip" when I visited The Ranch. It was frightening and exciting not knowing what would happen. For me the unknown is exceptionally exciting. That is one of the reasons that it is always more exciting to be blindfolded. The final member of the household was a male. The following story talks about a "Master Mark", but in reality he did not exist. While many Masters did frequent The Ranch there was no permanent Master in residence. The Master Mark character used in this story in reality is a compilation of all the various Masters who frequented The Ranch. Some brought their own female and male slaves while others came for training or simply availed themselves of the various goings on at The Ranch. Most only stayed for a day or two but some stayed for months. Mistress Nancy did charge for room & board. I believe she charged $100 per day for dominants. The charge for slaves varied but was much much more. There were however far more Mistress visitors than Master visitors. The first time I met Mistress Nancy's male companion, who will be called Martin in this story, he was dressed as a maid. I was told that "Martinne" was a live in house maid, and I simply accepted that. She did the cooking and cleaning but did participate in ranch activities. It was only after my third visit that I discovered that Martinne was really Martin. Easily 90% of the time Martin was Martinne increasing to 100% as time went on. This was true both on The Ranch and off. In fact Martinne did all the shopping and no one in town suspected that Martinne was anything other than a household maid that worked at The Ranch. She never really had a day off, but Mistress Nancy did instruct Martinne to take days off and frequent bars and pick up men and women to bring them home. Martin was slight in build and when dressed up as a female actually looked quite appealing. Mistress Nancy sometimes went along on Martinne's bar hoping excursions to watch unobserved. She enjoyed this very much. The whole scenario would be worked out ahead of time. No matter if Martinne picked up a lesbian or a man the routine was the same. Martinne would first befriend the person and start kissing and fondling them. "She" would promise oral sex if the person would go out to the car with her. "She" never had a problem getting takers. The only instruction given Martinne, which was difficult, was that "she' could not get any satisfaction. In other words Martin was not allowed to have an orgasm. Mistress Nancy totally controlled Martin's orgasms which could be once or even twice a day or months apart. My first blowjob at The Ranch was from Martinne. It felt great and I had no idea that Martinne was really Martin. One of the few things that Mistress Nancy's daughter enjoyed was to order Martin around. She treated him poorly. He seemed to be more her slave than anyone else's. He was not her sex slave but rather a servant who not only did all the housework but also kept track of the daughter and kept her room clean and did her laundry. On rare occasions Mistress Nancy used Martin in her sessions. He craved orgasms and when he was good, visiting slaves would give him blowjobs. In fact during my first visit to The Ranch I gave Martin a blowjob. I was blindfolded at the time tied spread eagle to ring bolts in the floor. Mistress Nancy told me to be a good slave and keep my mouth open. Before long I felt commotion around me and then a small bell entered my mouth, and then what felt like a penis. I was told to suck while the penis moved in and out of my mouth. It was a long but narrow penis which had a bell attached to it. Martin's penis was pierced to which Mistress Nancy attached a small bell no more than 1\2 inch in diameter. I had no problem getting it all in my mouth. With the attached bell it was impossible for Martin to have normal intercourse. His only orgasm could come from masturbation or oral sex and Martin enjoyed both. He did not miss intercourse. Of course at the time I did not know that I was sucking Martin's cock. He came after only fifteen minutes and I was amazed at the quantity of fluid that came out of such a small penis. Mistress Nancy made me swallow all of it and there might have been some urine mixed in with the sperm because there was so much of it. I was later told that this was his first orgasm in about a month. All in all Mistress Nancy was very good to Martin, certainly nicer than her daughter was to him. It was not till I visited The Ranch much later for a two-night stay that I discovered that Martinne was Martin. When I arrived Mistress Nancy was watching TV with Martinne. I was immediately told to disrobe and get my head between Martinne's legs. She had great legs and pretty feet with red toenail polish. It got very excited because this was the first time I thought I was going to have a sexual experience with Martinne. I took off my clothes and sat on the floor with my back to the TV. As Martinne pulled up her dress I was more than surprised at what I saw between her legs. She was not wearing any underwear. I saw a small long penis with a bell attached to a small ring that was attached to a pierced penis. I immediately remembered the penis I had to suck a few months ago. Martinne nonchalantly made "herself' comfortable and stuck the penis into my mouth. It was soft but quickly got hard. What was funny was that even as it got hard it did not get much bigger. I sat in stunned silence as the two of them talked and watched TV. I could even hear others enter the room with no one paying any attention to me. This must have been a normal occurrence at The Ranch. I had Martin's penis in my mouth for four hours. Every time the penis even got close to leaving my mouth Martin would grab my head and pull it hard between his legs. He later told me that if the penis left my mouth for even a moment both of us would have been severely punished. During that four-hour period Martin peed twice and had two orgasms. I did not have to move my head because Martin was almost constantly massaging his penis while it was in my mouth. This was by far a new experience for me. In conclusion, I would again like to emphasize that the following story is essentially true even though the sequence of events were not necessarily in the order presented. Names of course have been changed as well. The Ranch did have the policies as described herein and at least four slaves were present at all time. Mistress Nancy liked to have equal numbers of female and male slaves present but that was not always possible because there seem to be more male than female slaves that "have come out of the closet". I also witnessed slaves drank an incredible amount of urine and sperm but I never saw anyone get sick. There was some diahria but there was an ample supple of Kaopectat on hand. Males and females were constantly interchanged and after a while one's sex did not matter. Mistress Nancy did derive pleasure in making straight slaves engage in homosexual activities and homosexual slaves in straight activities. Slaves came in all shapes and ages and cultures. I saw slaves and Masters and Mistresses from eighteen to seventy. From absolutely drop dead gorgeous to down right ugly. I even saw celebrities at The Ranch. Most visitors stayed for a few days but most were encouraged to stay for at least a week. No one could come for just a few hours. Mistress Nancy was the only true 24/7 dominant I have ever known. I don't know how she did not tire from this routine, but she did not. Even her wild mother was not a 24/7 dominant, though she did make up for her off times when she was "on duty". So please enjoy this most incredible tale. It is not for the squeamish. As much as the reader might wonder if some of the things described herein actually happened, I can assure the reader that at this very moment somewhere someone is doing something even more outrageous.
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