As he walked back to Alice, holding the empty bowl before him, he was very aware of the mess sloshing in his stomach, and tried to make no sudden movements in case he threw it all up again. That's two punishments within two hours, he thought. Then there was the shock to his neck. That counts as an instantaneous punishment, he supposed. But it was worse than the first two because he didn't get to enjoy the illicit pleasure first and be punished for it later. He didn't get to enjoy kissing Alice. The kiss he had fantasised about for twenty years had been blasted out of his consciousness the instance his lips touched her lips.

As Dan stood before her, waiting for the empty dog bowl to pass Alice's inspection, he tried to keep his eyes lowered. He did glance up at her lips once and immediately had a sensation as if he was about to be shocked again. He actually felt a tingling at his throat where the two electrodes made contact. So much so that he involuntary put one hand up to the shock collar and quickly cast his eyes downwards again. Alice noticed the gesture. She said nothing, but she was fairly confident that any fantasies Dan had of making it with her had been knocked out of him for all time.

Dan was just finishing the washing up in the kitchen when Alice came in wearing a pale blue track suit and carrying a multi-coloured Frisbee. 'Time for your daily exercise, Dan,' she said playfully, grabbing a chunk of one of his 'love handles' through the tee shirt and squeezing it. 'Got to get you in tip-top condition.' Dan was mildly offended. He felt he was in fairly good shape, all things considered. It was just that the tight leather belt digging into his waist produced a slight bulge below it.

After Alice attached his hands behind his back and up to his slave collar, she bent down and clipped a short plastic coated steel wire with loops at either end, a bit over one foot in length, between his ankle cuffs. Then she pulled out her key ring and unlocked the chain from behind his belt. Always the careful one, thought Dan. Not going to take a chance on me doing a runner. Probably never left anything to chance in her life, he thought, ruefully. When she told him to open his mouth and she placed the edge of the Frisbee in it, Dan felt a bit pathetic. But what could he do? Take another beating for disobedience? He gripped the Frisbee between his teeth and, breathing in snorts of quiet rage through his nose, thought, it can't get much worse than this.

But it just did. As a final insult, Alice snapped a dog leash onto Dan's slave collar and led him shuffling across the patio and into the side garden. There, Alice gave Dan a light slap on his sore bum and told him to see if he could jog. She led him off, tugging at his leash. Dan found he could manage to jog reasonably by taking short high steps, very much a jog, but no way could he break into a full-on run. With each step Dan also jogged his chastity cage up and down, he was very aware of the weight of it and the slight drag on his balls each time the the steel cage bounced down. Dan the bound and chained slave being put through his paces by his cruel trainer. Hot stuff.

Alice jogged him up through the wild garden to her boundary wall. 'The land that my house is on used to belong to that farm,' said Alice as they rested at the low boundary wall. Alice was breathing normally but Dan was snorting loudly. The thick leather belt fastened tight around his middle dug into his ribs each time he tried to take a deep breath.

'The farmer who sold me the plot died a few years ago and it is now farmed by his daughter. She was at school with Mary and me. We were all friends. You may have heard Mary mention her; Beth?'

Dan had just about heard of Beth. He generally switched off when the 'do you know who I bumped into today' chatter began. He nodded his head.

'Well, Beth is a very good friend of mine. She often drops in to my house. If fact, you will be cooking her dinner this evening. So you will get to meet her.'

Dan managed a garbled 'Yes, Head Mistress' through his clenched teeth, anxious not to drop the Frisbee. That might incur a punishment.

'Dan, you don't have to be all formal all the time. We are out having a bit of exercise and a chat. You can lighten up. Don't worry, I'll tell you if I think you are becoming too familiar. I have ways of letting you know, she said laughing, and she waved the shock collar remote at him. 'Only joking. Relax, Dan. Really.'

Dan didn't find it at all funny. The reminder of the shock collar made him nearly wet himself. He hadn't had a chance to go since his very liquid breakfast. Apparently he would have to ask for permission to use the toilet during his training stay with Alice. Nothing had been said, but while he was tidying up in the kitchen he went into the hall to use the guest bathroom and found the door locked. The main bathroom was accessed off Alice's bedroom. He knew that would be off limits. Alice wasn't around to ask, so he let it go.

Alice hopped off the wall onto the farm side and tugged on Dan's leash. Dan swung his shackled legs over the wall and Alice walked him towards the middle of the big field. It was nice to be out in the countryside. The early autumn sun was pleasantly warm on Dan's bare legs and ass. He had forgotten that he was somewhat underdressed, so used was he to going around in Alice's tee-shirt and nothing else. Birds were singing in the woods up beyond the field and he could hear sheep baaing on the mountain, or somewhere.

The rules of the Trainer-Slave Frisbee game were simple enough, said Alice as she unclipped his leash. She would have him run away from her a bit. She would use the shock collar in vibration mode to give him directions - just for practice. One buzz to stop, two buzzes to go right, three buzzes to go left and four buzzes to come to heel. Dan didn't particularly like the tone of that 'come to heel' bit, but it's only semantics he decided philosophically. Slave or a dog, same difference.

Once in position, she would throw the Frisbee to him. Dan would catch it in his mouth and jog back with it to her. For that he would score one point. If he didn't catch it he would pick it up with his mouth and bring it back anyway, but score no points. The objective was to get to ten points within half an hour. Failure would be punished.

Before they got started, the loud buzz of a quad bike could be heard. As they looked towards the sound, the bike entered through a gate at the top corner of the field and came bouncing towards them. 'It's Beth,' said Alice, with a big smile. The quad rider brought the bike to a very accomplished halt beside them and turned off the motor. 'Hello, Lover, she said, as she hopped off and strode straight up to Alice. She ignored Dan completely.

Dan nearly dropped the Frisbee when he saw Beth stick her hand between Alice's legs and unashamedly pull her by the pussy into a tight embrace. She then lifted Alice off the ground and twirled her around in a full circle. Dan felt a little put out at the degree to which he didn't exist for them. They were two lovers alone in a field. Clearly he was nothing to them, and that hurt. Nobody wants to be a nobody, even if they want to be a slave.

Alice blushed like a schoolgirl as Beth placed her back on the ground and planted a kiss full on Alice's lips. Alice leaned into to her and prolonged the kiss, wrapping her two hands around Beth's back, her fingers clawing at the rough navy blue material of Beth's coveralls. It was like a scene from a movie. After terrible trials and tribulations involving concentrations camps, torture, long treks across the desert, violent ocean storms, fights to the death with large wild animals etc. etc., at last, the star crossed lovers meet again. Cue the swelling romantic music. The End. If Dan's hands weren't tied up behind him he would have clapped.

'So this is the Slave?'

'Yeah, I'm just going to give him some exercise.'

'What's he got between his legs?'

Alice went over to Dan and lifted up his shirt to fully display the cock cage for Beth's benefit. The metal contraption gleamed in the sunlight. Dan felt very much on display and a little scared of Beth. She was totally the farmer. Wearing a well-used pair of overalls tucked into green lace up boots, medium to tall, short hair, sturdy build, outdoorsy complexion and a frank, hard expression on her face. She'd have no problem in deciding it was time to kill that lamb or whatever else needed killing or castrating, or dehorning. All in a day's work on the farm.

Dan felt vulnerable as her hard gaze assessed his pathetically locked up genitals. He hoped she wouldn't come over and squeeze his balls or something. Looking hard at Dan's chastity device she asked Alice if he could pee in that thing. Nothing like coming straight out with it.

'Let's see,' said Alice, tucking the bottom of Dan's tee shirt into the big belt all around his waist. She stepped away from him and while letting him clearly see the shock collar remote in her hand, so he wouldn't disgrace her before her lover, and said, 'Slave, piss now.'

It was the sort of thing that could make you unable to pee. Dan could feel himself blushing, but he was more than ready. This is the sort of stuff that happens when you are a slave he told himself. You just do as you are told. Besides he wasn't going to risk another shock to his neck by protesting his modesty. He spread his legs as much as the wire fetter would allow, gazed up at the mountains behind the two women, and allowed his bladder to open. The immediate roars of laughter of the two women made Dan look down. The Frisbee in his mouth was partially blocking his view. But Dan could see that, instead of a strong manly stream of pee, a fine watering can sprinkle of pee flowed out in all directions from the holes in the end of the steel tube. He quickly squatted a bit to try and stop it spraying on his knees and feet, even though this made him look even more ridiculous. And his legs and feet still got wet.

'You could always use him to water the flowers,' laughed Beth as she slapped Alice on the back. 'I'll let you get on with your work. See you later.'

Beth hopped back up on the quad, turned, roared away and was quickly out of sight. The lingering petrol fumes were the only reminder of Dan's peeing humiliation. Dan, the watering can.

Alice reached over and took the Frisbee from Dan's mouth. Her attitude towards him had changed during Beth's visit. Dan noted how she had called him 'Slave' and not Dan when Beth was there. She was dialling down the 'we're just relaxing and having a bit of exercise' moment and moving into a 'slaves deserved to be treated like nothings' moment. Beth's influence, no doubt. She was trying to measure up to Beth's animal farming standards even though Beth was gone. Dan had a strong sense that Beth wouldn't do friendly with a slave.

Alice checked her watch and told him to start jogging up the field towards the forest.

Let the games begin.
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