Withering Ivy: Chapter Four

The land was beautiful, it had more grass and flowers than I had ever seen in my small city life. My dad has once assumed the roll of an urban farmer but it only took a week for them to wither and for the leaves to fall. It seemed second nature to the groundskeeper who waved at us from a far. His attention being quickly brought back to the raised bed he worked on.

"Ms. Winslet is very big on health and proper care. She likes to use as much home grown food as she can. Nina does an excellent job incorporating it into our meals." Grace let her nose scrunch as we strolled down a hill to where the chicken pen sat. She was less concerned about the leash like she was before and didn't say anything about me being a few feet behind. I was too busy eating my breakfast to bother staying close. "Have you ever had chickens?"

I shook my head as an answer and stood beside her as we watched the birds scratch at their hay bedding and peck at the bugs that tried their best to escape. I bit into an apple and tilted my head as they made interesting sounds, this made Grace smile as she twirled my leash around her wrist. I hadn't noticed her looking at me.

"They are super fun to work with. In the morning you will come collect their eggs, feed them, water them, give them more bedding. On Friday's you'll clean out their pen and put it in the compost over there. It's great for the garden."

I furrowed my eyebrows trying to keep up. "You put chicken shit in our food?"

Grace's smile turned into a laugh as she had me follow her once again. "Not the food, the soil. You must think us insane to put that on the actual food itself."

I gave an understanding nod and finished my last slice of apple slowly as we walked around the rest of the property. Grace was careful not to let me go as she pointed out the property line and the small pond behind the house. It was a beauty to behold and I found myself entranced in the land I was now forced to live on. It could have been a lot worse I purposed for myself when I was back in bed. A clock in the corner ticking as my "nap" time was precisely timed.

I never took much naps in my old world, I was always busy and focused on school and work but it did feel nice to lay by myself and be alone with my thoughts. It let me catch my breath and think about my mom and dad, I wondered if they were ok. I knew they were worried sick but I hoped they wouldn't loose sleep because of me. They had me later in life and didn't need the extra stress, they were already so tired. I even thought about my friends who went off to college and the boy I was talking to, he was so sweet and I thought he would eventually ask me on a date. I suppose now he can ask someone else.

Looking over at the camera that faced me so blatantly I blinked a few times in tune with the green light that let me know it was on before turning over so I could pretend it didn't exist. It didn't take long for me after that to fall asleep.

My hour was up soon after that and I was directed by Grace to her office that we had been in my first night. She didn't waste any time as she had me sit on the couch near the wall, she sat next to me and crossed her legs. "We were told you're a virgin is that correct?"

It shocked me for her to be so open about such a taboo thing. My parents were old fashioned in the matter and never felt the need to talk to me about anything relating sex or love. "Yes." I finally answered. My face blushing a bright red.

"Don't be embarrassed." Her soft hand landed on my shoulder as she shot me a soft smile. "Ms. Winslet will be kind about it."

I didn't know what she meant by that. I assumed it probably made everyone happy that I was a virgin. The youth pastor at my church always raved about the idea of absence and it seemed to be no exception here. Even when Grace continued to comfort me I found myself not caring and wondering about the laptop instead. Was it connected to the internet? Could I get a hold of someone from it?

"Let's go Ivy."

Shaking out of my thoughts I looked up at Grace and did as I was told, I followed her down the hallway where the sun set slowly down the corridor and was reminded to walk appropriately behind her with the leash. My nerves began to build as we reached the last door and the blonde woman who had been so kind turned towards me. She straightened my hair and brushed out my wrinkled shirt. "You do everything she says do you understand?"

I nodded with furrowed brows. "Is she mean?" I asked. My worries humoring her as she shook her head.

"She can be if you aren't well behaved but she won't hurt you. You are here to watch a movie with her." She let her usual hand that rested on my shoulders come up to grasp my cheek. She took some time to examine my nervous face before clearing her throat. "Behave and don't make me look bad." Turning me to face the door she knocked slightly and a rough answer came back to let me in. With the creek of the door and a slight push from the blonde I found myself in a large bedroom with the lights off except for the TV over a fireplace.

My eyes scanned the clean room until I found the hair of the woman sitting on the couch, her hands flipping through a magazine. "Don't be shy. Come let me have a look at you."

Gulping I held my breathe as I walked over slowly. My chest refusing to budge as my fists balled up and my presence made itself known by covering the light cast by the TV. Ms. Winslet took a moment longer before putting her magazine down and taking her glasses off to look up at me. She looked me up and down before squinting her eyes for a smile. Finally making myself breath I averted my eyes to anywhere else in the room as she continued to let her eyes wonder. They were dark and hungry. "How have you been adjusting?" Her accent was so much thicker than Grace. I couldn't place from where but it was heavier than the slight British the blonde gave.

"Good." I finally forced myself to say, my voice hitching and cracking as I cleared my throat after.

Ms. Winslet found that humorous as she folded her glasses and put them to the side to hide her smile. "I heard Grace had to use a little sleepy medicine to help you calm down last night. That won't happen with me will it?"

I wanted to tell her to fuck off, to shove her whole ideals up her own ass and tell her how I really felt. Be a strong confident woman who refuses to adjust but I just couldn't. I could only shake my head. That's what Ms. Winslet wanted it seemed, for me to realize she was not one to play with or test.

"Good, what kind of movie do you prefer? I was feeling a bit of suspense." She looked past me as her remote began to flip through options. "Come sit." I did as I was told. I gracefully sat next to the woman who seemed so casual and comfortable while I was as tense and straight as a log. She saw this and held her arm up, "Why don't you lay your head on my lap sweetie. Get comfortable."

I couldn't say no, I nervously laid my head on her lap brought my feet up to have me laid out on the couch. I waited for her to say no to that but she didn't so I directed my attention up to the movie that began. Although I never fully let myself was up I felt my eyes become heavy. I tried my hardest to keep them open but it was deemed useless when Ms. Winslet slid down slightly to have my head laying on her stomach instead of her lap.

If I hadn't let my senses rest I would have been more surprised as I felt her unbutton her jeans. I didn't move, hoping she thought I was still asleep but my eyes widened as her hands pulled out a penis, a fully functional, large...dick. More than being scared I was confused. I had never seen one in real life and I never thought my first one would be from what I thought was a woman like me.

I expected myself to be against what was happening. There was no reason in the world that I should have been curious and willing to do what I assumed Ms. Winslet wanted but for some reason I let her take my hand and guide it to her soft dick. When I touched it I gulped. But I stroked it up and down hoping that was what she wanted. I was curious, I was intrigued, and it was happening. Why would I say no to something I had been wanting to do for a long time anyways?

Ms. Winslet looked down at me and smiled she was interested in the way I fumbled around so innocently but she never corrected me, she let me feel and let me run my fingertips along the top and down to her balls where I curiously felt. "You really are a pure one aren't you?"

I sat up slightly, my weight being held up by my shoulder as I looked up at her. "This is what you want from me right?"

She watched me a moment before bringing her hands down to outline my lips. "I want you to lay back down."

Doing so I watched her move my hands away. She stroked herself for a moment before bending it towards me. I was caught off guard and moved back but her other hand stopped me as she pushed me forward to meet the head of her dick with my mouth. I let it touch my lips for a moment as she let it grow in her hands, her constant stroking making it hard as it pushed against me. When she pushed it further against my lips I opened up slightly to allow her entrance.

Her taste shocked me the most, I assumed from what I heard from friends was it to be nasty but she really didn't taste like anything. It was hard at first to position my tongue right but when it was good enough for Ms. Winslet she held my head down against her and began to move her hips upward. Her shaft pushed further into my mouth with every thrust but it never got any further than below her head. I held my position however knowing she didn't want me to move by her hands covering my face and her moans that left her mouth. "Good fucking girl." My chest fluttered when she said that.

Her head went back so that she was looking up at the ceiling as she began to thrust harder. She used one of her hands to grab herself so she wouldn't go too deep into my mouth and her other to wrap around my mouth. Her final moan was deep and rough like a grunt as she kept me in place, especially when my reaction to cum filling in my mouth was for me to move away. She wouldn't let me however. She held herself in my mouth and milked herself empty while I struggled to breath.

"You better swallow it Ivy." Her whisper was so quite yet so commanding that I tried my best but still a little leaked out as I coughed and raised myself up. She probably found this frustrating but she didn't show it at she took some tissues from the box at her end table. She cleaned off my mouth and then herself as she sighed. "Next time don't get any on me ok? I hate the bloody fucking clean up. It's better to let it naturally go where it needs."

I nodded still struggling to breath as she stood up. Her interest in the movie and me over as she opened her phone and looked at her missed messages. I watched her unbutton her shirt slowly as she disappeared into her bathroom and I wondered what to do from there. I sat quietly and submissively still tasting her in my mouth as the door to her room opened slowly. "Let's go to bed Ivy." Grace's voice was an angelic song. I ran to her as quickly as I could and even turned for me to connect the leash to my collar. She didn't ask what happened and I kept my head to the floor as I wondered how I would answer even if she did.

It wasn't until we were in the safety of my bedroom that I broke down and started crying. My shoulders falling and the tears trickling as I stood in the middle of the room letting all my emotions leave. Grace closed to door and came to hug me as I wrapped my arms around her shoulders. I wasn't necessarily upset my Ms. Winslet but I had too many things rolling around my head that I wasn't sure if I had room to be upset by her.

Nothing else was said by Grace or I that night. She only took me to my bed and held me as I cried into her neck.