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I awoke to the smell of hay, manure, and sweat... Confused, and not remembering where I was, feeling afraid. I wanted up, and out. Attempting to rise, I found that I was unable to. I was in a 4 point restraint, completely unclothed. Horrified, I begged my brain for a memory. Where was I. What had happened that I would be in a position like this ( no pun intended. Really!). Whispers, the louder. I heard a woman coming closer to where I lay splayed for all to see. My instincts wanted to cover, yet unable to do so, I remained there, as if dead. With every inch of my being open for all to see. The humiliation was unparalleled to anything I had ever been through. After a time in my stall the memories began to flow back to me.... In my mind it would all be in fun, sex, and a new thrill to incounter.It was innocent enough. I was in no way a stranger to the evils that others inflect upon those that they say they love. The night I had gone to that party, I had two things in mind: 1) Getting my abusive boyfriend out of my mind, and go ahead and do what he had been accusing me of for 3 years, and 2) To get away from my mother who would use me as a bartering chip to get her ways. It had started when I was still living with her, and unaware of the cruelty of life.As the years continued, I began to resent that she had all the benefits while I remained bound to her because of my own low self worth. " Ahhh it wakes" a women said. Sarcasm dripped from her mockery, and it was deep in her. I heard the mockery in her voice as if it was molasses. It was almost to the point of wanting to take a shower. " Well my dear, I think we'll get you washed up, and get you outfitted for you first days lessons", laughing, another chimed in, " Yeeeeas, can we start with her tail, and trotting Mistress!!???" Oh my god, I thought. Was I cast into Cinderella while I was out? It was as if this was the evil step sister that could not wait to inflict humiliations beyond my comprehension, and little did I know, that was exactly what she had in mind.she did at that. And would try everything within her power to get me branded "failure, and out to pasture". Ivory had joined Mistress as a orphan of her sister, and because of the blood line, she wanted it to be known that she was second in command. Should you ever dare to cramp her style she would make your life hell. She had proven that with handler. True to Her word, I was unleashed and lead to a horse stall that was for the sole purpose of bathing Her Horses, and pony girls. I was strapped to a roman chair, and shaved completely and then my hair was sorted through, and some parts where cut. My long beautiful brunette hair was waist length, and by no standards in need of care. It stayed at its length, but under neath was an inch that was cut to the scalp. As I had two hands bathing, rinsing, and shaving. It was all a bit much. Still drowsy from the night before, I could have fallen asleep as I was, restraints kept me in attention. After my bath, I was powdered, clipped, and measured. Neck, waist , length of my torso, and feet. When I was finally finished, a leather face strap was put over my head, and a bit inserted into my mouth. It was not at all un- comfortable, but I still felt the straps rub the corners of my mouth, I knew that it was only a matter of time before I would have a blister from the constant rubbing. handler came up towards where I stood, naked less the bridle, and she clipped a lead onto it. Tugging, I was now completely unable to say a word, and to protest would have caused me only further torment. I took her lead and followed behind her. As a turned the stable door for the hall. I felt it, the first of many, and I would never get used to it. "Snap!!", then the sting of a shortened thin racing crop, " NO! , NO!, You are to trot!" Stopping, I instinctively put my hands up to shield my rear. And then, a yank from my lead, and I was on the stable floor. " Snap!!". My back this time. "Get it front gloves and a harness, quickly!!" Mistress yelled at my short haired handler. I guess the whole thing was that I thought I could handle anything on my own terms, and deal with them. I was so wrong, little did I know just how cruel people could really be, greed, lust, and amusement at the sight of others misery. In a way I compared my first months in the barn to Caligula, always aware that each day was a gift, even if I was often beaten, and left alone for days at a time with nothing but granola in a feed bag, and a water troth. I was always reminded that it could be far worse. The morning I awoke to my new life, I was told that I had been slipped a mickey fin in my last champagne, and shipped far far away.To even attempt to escape was suicide. At that very moment in walked a girl of exquisite green eyes and auburn hair. She was told to stand in present, and I saw for the first time that what I had been told about being branded was by no means a flippant way of saying another. On her hip where the words " interminableness", and on her rear "Out to Pasture." I saw immediately that this girl was once striking, but the years of mental and physical abuse had aged her 10 years at lease. I knew then. My only way out was to play their game. Laying on the ground, tears rolling down my face, I could not utter a cry, it was inaudible. I was broken now. I was in Hell, and it is what I had wanted. Memories, of The Story of O, had flooded back into my mind, and being always an extrovert, and attempting new things at the drop of a hat, I thought that for me to be in a harem of sexy women would be far better than being a punching bag to Link, with out hesitating, I jumped at a chance to be own. It sounded so medieval, and romantic, proper, and secretive. Dressing in gowns, and slyly servicing my mistress under the table... I could just see, her legs spread as I squat beneath the table, and make my way to her juicy pussy, licking sucking, and fingering her wet hole, as she acted as if nothing was going on. With one foot between my legs, and fucking me with the tips of her heels. The cum dripping out of her now, I would have to taste her nectars, and would. Completely taking her sweetness into my mouth, both sucking, and inhaling simultaneously. My tongue deep within her, and my nose worshipping her clit. I feel her hand reach under the table, and drop a significant looking sausage, pushing me away, and handing me this beautiful piece of meat. Slowly I realized she wanted me to fuck myself, on the floor under the table with people over me, eating as if nothing out of the ordinary. How wild, and hot to think such things. To stuff that 12 inch sausage into my swollen cunt, and pumping it deeply, and hard into my pussy. It would drive me to a loud climax, and curious looking beneath the table. How proud I would make my Mistress to display myself in such a manner? I would. It was a fantasy I had since my first experience with alternative lifestyles, and sexual practices. each time, I would then suck the make shit cock, clean of all my cum. While a crowed watched me from their seats at the table. I could only think of the great sex, and erotica I would experience. I could have never know what it really meant to be property of another. In the many times of thinking of that, I would fuck myself feverishly, practicing same of the dialog I might have. " Oh yes Mistress, I love this big Dido in my pussy. I want you to be happy, and make you want me. To allow all these guest to throw me up on the table, and have their way with me. 1, two, and three at a time as you watch me get every orifice filled with cock, and strap on's",I would say as I fucked myself into a climax. I could not wait to be property. But now...This was not at all what I had imagined what was thought as a slave. Now, all I could do, was think one day at a time, and soon my year would be up. Laying there. I came to the realization, that if I did well, I would not be cropped severely, in front of others. Humiliated in front of my counter parts only to be laughed at. I at that moment swore I would be a great pony girl, one that would make a Mistress pained to loose, and that in itself would be my sweet revenge. I rolled on my back, offering my paws. A tug, and I stood, one step, and then another. The harness clipped in the back. And criss crossed my breasts. A belt held my paws in front, as in a begging position. I stood, and awaited instruction from Mistress. "Now, on your tip toes, and trot, bounce, but not so much that your upper body shakes. " I listened attentively, keeping my eyes down at my feet, and saw in my mind what she asked. I had done all kinds of gymnastics, and classical dance as a girl, and was able to do many things. Even with such a meager income while growing up. Mom always made sure I had classes for ballet, piano, and a tutor as well. I was given an education that many in my social class would have considered way out of my social class. Even my class mates gave me a terrible ribbing about these after school activities, and yet. I knew that I would be grateful for the classes someday, or that is what Ma, told me. I had always been more out going than my peers, doing things like flying to New York for the weekend, just to be seen on national television. Falling in love in a week with a beautiful man name Jack. I worked 2 weeks over time just to buy my ticket to get to Boston to be with him. Everything I wanted to do, seemed to happen for me. I wanted to Ski grouse mountain one summer, and my then boyfriend surprised me with a Patek Philippe, and two first class tickets to Vancouver to ski Grouse. I had even managed to get away with a weekend in Las Vegas for a job I did stripping floors, by hand mind you. I had been given a week, and got it done in 3 days. I knew I was fortunate, and never took my status for granted. Yet, here I was. I wanted to be a pony slave, and now I was. This was a first time that what I wanted , was not what I really wanted. Listening attentively to Mistress, her voice now took on a auburn sound. If you could hear what auburn sounds like that is. The hues, and pitches, where as if in a slow lullaby, comforting, and yet authorities. Gone was a snobbish woman, now A Mistress stood before me. I could feel her words on me as if hands. Caressing, and soothing me. I knew she was a force to be reckoned with, and I wondered why she wanted a plane girl like me under Her care. I was mesmerized by her voice, and yet fully aware of the penalty for not being attentive. Wanting to kneel, at her booted feet, and take them into my mouth, adore her for the Strong woman I so wished I could have been. Yet I knew it would be thought of as a ploy, a way to gain favor. But it was what I truly felt. A tug on my lead, brought me back. I had completely forgotten what she had told me, and within 2 feet, I knew my error. , " SNAP!!" I felt it across my back, " Snap, snap" landing on my hip, and soft inner thigh. " Why are you choosing your way?", she queried. " I feel as if it is your desire to make my task a difficult one. Is that your intent?, well I won't have it. Not today. I'll leave it up to Ivory to continue the session " She Said, then threw down the crop, and turned to leave. handler looked at me, and I could see, a deep pity for me. My mind whirled, now what torments would Ivory have the pleasure to inflect on me with out Mistress to over see her? Cold fear ran through my veins as she stood in front of me, a new and wider crop in hand." No, bitch, lets she just how tough you really are, shall we?" And before I could take on step, I felt the first blow, against my ***. Hard, and continuous blow after blow. Each harder than before, I could not even attempt to shield the blows, as they came so hard, and fast. My hands chained in front, and unable to protect myself, I felt my knees go weak, and then I lay on the flow, and still, I felt the unforgiving hand that held that crop take aim in my most intimate parts. Soon I lay broken on the stable floor, covered in my own urine, and blood, " OHH My GOD!," Mistress spat." What the fuck have you done Ivory?, Are you testing my patience with you as well? " she said. " In my world wine is thicker than blood, don't you think for one minuet that once I am gone you will be The Mistress of this estate just because of my sisters memory.Don't you dare think you can ride her skirt tails into my realm, and take her rightful place. I will burn everything I own before I leave it to you, do you hear me you undeserving hussy?" She yelled, now millimeters from Ivory's face, she said, in her now auburn voice " Pick her up, take her to the guest chalet, and send for the vet to tend to her, I will not have you use that type of force with any of my charges, ever!" Then, she bent beside me, and whispered in my ear, " My poor poor beauty". I cried. But no one heard me. I cried. Yet the tears did not roll down my face. My heart bled. But only the the blood of my wounds were seen. My face blank, as my heart began to bleed, the rest of my soul out. I closed my eyes and laid back, and I then surrendered to my fate .My desires to want to be wanted by Mistress. As I cried from the bleeding soul, I took a deep breath of her beauty, closed my eyes, then I surrendered to the deep blackness that welcomed me home. Post a comment in response: |
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