House of Black Horse

House of Black Horse

Last night I dreamed of a black horse. Upon waking, I looked in the dictionary of dreams I keep in my bedside table to see if there is any significance to this particular night time vision. It seems a dream of a black horse is a dream of passion. Considering all that has happened in the past weeks, I am not surprised.

Thinking back, I remember just where it all began. The beginning of my new life filled with dark passion. It seemed like any ordinary day to me. Master was working and I was at home doing my usual tasks. To remind me each day of my status as His slave, my Master keeps me in chains. Oh, I may move around the house freely but I wear chains from my collar to my wrists and from my wrists to my ankles. Most of the time I am required to be naked but at times He allows me a shirt if it is cold. I have grown accustomed to my chains and can do most anything required while wearing them. In addition to the chains I always wear a chain thong (chain running around my waist/pelvic area with another chain reaching from the front through my crotch to the back). The constant rubbing of the chain against my swollen clit keeps me very wet and aroused. Four piercing in my labia have rings which are secured with padlocks to keep my cunt closed. Of course, Master has the only keys (or so I thought). In addition, my clit hood is also pierced with a ring from which Master sometimes places a bell and at times weights. Such was my condition on this day, me in chains and a bell on my clit ring.

Master called in the afternoon and told me that someone would be coming to pick me up. I was to remain naked, in chains and just put on a cloak and heels. My heart raced as fear crept deep inside of me. I trusted my Master completely but this was all new and strange. He had never sent me away alone before. What would happen?

After freshening up and retrieving my cloak and heels, I waited patiently. My mind wandered, could this be the mysterious person I had heard mentioned only by the name "Black Horse"? What would they look like? What would they do to me? I trembled inside but part of me grew very excited. I could feel my cunt juices slipping down my thighs.

Suddenly I heard a knock at the side door. I walked on shaky legs to the door, opening it slowly. There before me stood a magnificent black man with skin the color of dark chocolate. He smiled at me with a knowing smile and spoke with a rich, deep voice…"Come!" I picked up my keys and closing the door, I followed Him to the car.

Even His car told what kind of man He was, a sleek, new black mustang with slightly, tinted windows, gold rims and shined to perfection. As we came to the passenger side, He opened the door. I waited with head bowed for Him to instruct me further. Walking slowly around me, His eyes bore through me as if He could see my very soul. He untied my cloak drawing it from my body. Then whispered in my ear "Sit!" I slowly sat down in the passenger seat careful to keep my legs open, head bowed and my hands on my lap. He closed the door and came to the driver's side and got in. From a small compartment between the seats, He withdrew a blindfold and placed it on me. After making sure we both were safely buckled, I heard the engine start as it purred to life. I could feel the car moving down the driveway and into the road. As it picked up speed, I knew we were on the highway. Where could we be going?

The man reached over and fondled my tits, pulling and stretching them. He then reached down to my cunt, pulling aside the rings and thrust in three fingers. He slowly brushed across my swollen clit and then lifted His fingers to my lips. Without a word I knew what I must do. I opened my mouth and as He placed His fingers inside, I sucked all my cunt juices off until they were once again clean. He then wiped His fingers across my face. He whispered softly "Good girl". "You really are a nasty slut, aren't you?" Without looking up I answered "Yes Sir". I felt Him grab my tit and pull it twisting it hard. My mind screamed out but I remained silent and unmoving. He spoke once again "You will always call me Master. Do you understand slut?" Quickly I answered "Yes Master".

It seemed as though we drove for hours but in reality was closer to one hour. My mind raced the whole time. I had never been completely naked in public and never in chains. I knew others could see me as we drove along the highway. My face burned with humiliation even as my cunt continued to drip it's wet juices onto the seat.

Finally I felt the car slow and pull into a driveway. The driveway seemed long so I imagined we were in a secluded place away from other homes. The engine stopped and the man withdrew from the car. I sat waiting patiently with a racing heart for my next instructions. The door on my side opened and I felt His hand on my arm pulling me slowly from the car. He orders me to kneel facing the inside of the car. With His foot, He pushes my head into the sear "Clean!" He orders. I begin to lick my juices from His fine leather seat with my tongue until I feel Him pull my head back up. I remain where I am, head bowed, until I hear Him speak "Rise!" I rise to my feet and stand head bowed. I hear the snap as He puts a leash on the ring in my collar. I feel Him jerk the leash "Come!" He orders.

The man leads me along a walkway, up some steps and into a building. Once inside He bids me to stop. As I wait patiently, my heart racing even more, I can hear Him walking about. He then leads me to a door and down a long set of stairs. I can feel the temperature change and so I know we must be in a basement of sorts. As He turns on a light, I can feel the rays on my face. He pulls me along and pushes me over a long table. Taking my chains, He stretches my arms and secures them to each far corner. Using my leg chains, He then stretches open my legs forcing my ass to raise and open. He secures them to bolts on either side of the table. I feel Him run His hands over my ass, rubbing and stroking. He comes around the table and reaches underneath, suddenly I realize there are holes in the table. He pulls each of my tits through a hole and attaches clamps. From these clamps He runs chains attaching them to the ring in my clit, which has become even more swollen, sensitive and slick with my cunt juice. I realize that if I should move my ass (which I know with certainty I will do), the action will pull the chains thereby pulling the clamps, stretching my nipples. I know I will never be able to remain still….He will make sure I do not!

The man moves around the room opening doors, pulling out drawers. What will He do to me? Suddenly there is a searing pain across my ass. As soon as it passes, the next one begins far worse then the last. I recognize the feel of the cane. I can not stop myself…I scream. He laughs and says "Scream! There is no one to hear." After what seems like at least 100 strikes on my ass and legs, He stops. Tears flow down my cheeks falling onto the table. He rubs my ass feeling the welts and admiring His work. Then…there it is again…the pain comes again! This time I feel the many strands of a flogger as the strike my ass wrapping it's tendrils around my ass and legs, falling across my back. It seems to go on forever. He is putting all His strength into each blow, painting the whole back of my body red with fire. Surely my body must be bloody and swollen. When it seems I can take no more He finally stops. All my moving has caused such a terrible pain in my tits and nipples as the cruel clamps have pulled my nipples taunt, biting into them. Surely these insidious instruments of evil will have ripped off my nipples. They will shredded by the serrated teeth.

The man is breathing hard from the exertion of yielding the flogger. I can hear His breath whistle near me. What cruel thing will He do next? How will I ever take more? I am so exhausted. My swollen clit is aching from the constant pulling of the chain. But, Oh how wet and slick my cunt has become! Juices are dripping down my legs falling in puddles on the floor. I can smell my own arousal in the air..that sweet pungent smell of raw sex. My body cries out for release! As I lay there across the table, I realize He is moving around the table. I hear the rustle of clothes being removed. Suddenly I feel Him grab my hair pulling my head up. He whispers to me "Are you enjoying yourself slut?" "I can see by the juices staining My floor that you are." I feel my face flush once again in humiliation. I can not deny it. I am a slut, enjoying it all, wishing for more. I love all that He has done.

I feel His hands move over my body, caressing and probing with such skill. I moan as I become more and more arroused by His touch. He moves to stand by my head. I can smell His scent, a man's scent. Suddenly He places the tip of His cock at my mouth. "Lick!" He commands. My tongue snakes out to explore the tip. I taste His precum on my tongue, as I savor the taste, spreading it over my lips. I want to suck it all in but await His command. My mouth waters at the thought of His glorious, black cock fucking my mouth, drowning me in His cum. His breathing has become heavy with passion. I know His arousal is deepening. Without warning, I feel Him rip off my blindfold. As my eyes adjust to the harsh light, I see His cock before me. My eyes grow wide with fear and awe. Before me is the most beautiful but fearsome cock I have ever seen. No stallion could be bigger than this man. Long, thick, black and smooth…the tip big as a fist, His cock is magnificent.

The man pulls my head up by my hair forcing me to look up at Him. He smiles, laughing deeply, and I know He feels my fear. "Behold! Your new Master!" "I am Black Horse and this is Your new home." From this day forward you are mine and you shall worship this black cock." With these words, He plunges His cock down my throat as I see on the wall behind Him a crest, hanging on the wall, a black stallion in full glory his cock long and hard, proclaiming "House of Black Horse".

Now weeks later I look back. How much my life has changed. Not only do I serve my first Master but now I belong also to Black Horse. I know not what agreement these two men have come to….I only know I belong to them. I am owned slut to the House of Black Horse and on my body I bear His mark….a black stallion in all His glory.