Number One Pony

Number One Pony

AUDREY BEGINS HER TRAINING

On the way back to the stables we overheard the mistresses talking about Audrey.

“I was surprised to see that new woman in field harness,” Mistress Eve said. “As graceful as she is I’d have expected her to be trained for dressage.”

“Apparently she wants it rough and degrading,” Mistress Carol said. “She may get dressage training but she’s asked for field work, the tougher the better.”

“Interesting,” Mistress Eve said. “Sounds like she’s a serious masochist.”

“Could be. I hear that she comes from a prominent family and she wants a change of pace.”

“A permanent change?”

“No, she’s only here for a couple of weeks, but she told Karen that she ‘wants to shed her dignity along with her clothes.’

“She’s not the first woman to want that, but she has to be the most elegant lady I’ve ever seen in harness.”

“I agree,” Mistress Carol said. “But Karen told me that she gets the full treatment. Hard work, humiliation and physical torture.”

“Torture? Has she ever done this before?”

“No, this is her first time ever, and she’s asked for no mercy and no limits.”

“No limits?”

“The only restriction is no permanent scarring.”

“So no branding, eh?”

“Nope.”

“What about sex?”

“No limits there,” Mistress Carol said. “She’s agreed to submit to anyone for anything.”

“Even to women?”

“Yes.”

“Hmmm, in that case I might just have to take her to my room some evening,” Mistress Eve, mused. “She has a lovely mouth.”

“Who know, you might be the first pussy she’s ever kissed.”

“Umm, that would be delicious,” Mistress Eve said. “Looking down at that beautiful woman’s face between my legs.” She wriggled slightly. (So did I).

“Funny that you mentioned branding,” Mistress Carol said. “We’ll find out how masochistic she truly is.”

“What do you mean?”

“She gets to witness a branding tomorrow night.”

“Really, who is getting branded?”

“Debbie, the number two on Donna’s team,” Mistress Carol replied. “She’s completed three years and wants to be branded. When the new woman sees that she might change her mind.”

“Well, it’s been known to have that effect,” Mistress Eve said.  “Where is Donna going to brand her girl?”

“One inch above her pussy,” Mistress Carol said.

I was already turned on listening to their conversation. I remembered when I was branded all those years ago and my pussy was tingling. The rest of the team was listening too, and I could tell by some deep intakes of breath that they were excited.

A small crowd was gathered around the courtyard when we got back. They were watching Audrey crawl though a mud pit on her hands and knees. Mistress Jean was standing over her snapping a horsewhip across the backs of her legs.

I could see that poor Audrey had been through a rough day. She was covered with mud, her hair was a sopping mess and her legs and bottom were striped with pink welts. She still wore the ugly training harness and it too was caked with mud.

Audrey had been taught a little routine. She crawled to the center of the puddle, knelt and lowered her breasts into the mud. She paused with her butt in the air, wiggled it back and forth enticingly, and then spread her knees until her body sank down. She wriggled around coating the insides of her thighs, then rose up, shook her ass, and crawled out of the pit. She crawled to the fence, turned around and went back to the mud where she repeated the drill. Apparently she had been doing the pit all afternoon. Mistress Jean stood over her and she was as muddy as the slave.

Several mistresses and ponies were watching as Audrey turned wearily and crawled back through the mud. She wasn’t moving fast enough to suit Mistress Jean so she gave Audrey a couple a sharp cuts across her bottom with her whip. Audrey squeaked and paused. Her face was contorted with pain. The pause earned her another stroke, this time right in her pussy.

Audrey’s mouth flew open in absolute astonishment. Her face froze for a moment, them a faint heart rending moan came from her mouth. She dropped to her stomach and writhed in pain. Unfortunately she forgot to close her legs and Mistress Jean’s whip got her in the crotch again. Audrey struggled to get back to her knees and took two more wicked blows before she managed to get back into her routine. She finished another cycle with an expression of utter distress on her face.

“Wow!” whispered Number Two. “Talk about humiliation.”

“Humiliation?” snorted Mistress Eve. “She hasn’t seen anything yet.”

Sure enough, when all the teams were back from the fields Mistress Jean stepped up her torments. She waded into the pit, locked Audrey’s wrists to her ankles and ordered her to keep her knees open and her butt in the air, and then she commandeered a passing team of males. She released their cock straps, snapped her fingers at one of the males and pointed to the mud.

“Get on your knees behind her,” she commanded. He jumped to obey. She pointed to another male and told him to place himself at Audrey’s face.

Poor elegant Audrey knew what was coming. She grimaced for a moment, and then cleared her expression in an act of pure bravery. My heart went out to her. She kept her face expressionless as the male slid his cock in her pussy, and didn’t change when the mistress told her to open her mouth. The second male shoved his penis between her lips.

Everyone watched in total silence as Audrey was fucked at both ends. It didn’t take the males long to come and as soon as they stopped spurting the mistress replaced them with two more. While they were thrusting into Audrey Mistress Jill sent for the other male teams. We had nine males on the farm that day, and Audrey was fucked by every one of them.

Audrey was resting her face in the mud with her head turned just enough that she could breathe. She must have never experienced rectal intercourse, because her head flew up when the mistress gave the last male permission to shove his cock up her ass. I thought Audrey was going to speak. I saw her chin quiver but she pursed her lips and was silent. She groaned when the male put his cock at her rectum, but her groan rose to a shriek of pain when he thrust inside. The male’s hands weren’t tied and he fucked her violently. He grabbed her shoulders and slung her body from side to side in rhythm with his thrusts. Mud splashed high in the air. Audrey’s face went into the mud and when he was able to lift it she gasped for air. Even under the coating of mud I could see the panic in her eyes.

Luckily for Audrey, the male was horny and came quickly. The mistress pulled him off her and sent him to the washroom.

The crowd broke up and Audrey was left kneeling in the mud. Her body trembled and shook as she sobbed.

The rest of us were washed down. When we were clean they brought her into the washroom, stripped off her harness and hoisted her off the floor. Three mistresses attended to her and they didn’t let up a bit. They tightened her bonds until her body was stretched like a bowstring, then they hosed the mud off her body with cold water. After the first layer was gone they scrubbed her with stiff brushes and warm soapy water. One mistress stood on a box and poured bucket after bucket over her face and head, then she shampooed Audrey’s hair.

Audrey was in a daze when they strung her up but she seemed to perk up during her bath. Her eyes opened and she looked around. When she was clean we saw several painful looking welts on her tummy from Mistress Jean’s whip.

“I wonder if she enjoyed the whip?” Number Three murmured.

“I don’t think so,” I said. “Those were pretty painful blows between her legs.”

“Do you think that’s the first time she’s been whipped on her pussy?” Four asked.

“From the way she acted I’d say so,” Two said.

After they’d dried her, the mistresses decided to molest Audrey further by inserting vibrators up her ass and pussy. I saw a look of surprise on her face at first, but it changed to one of pure lust. We watched with interest.

“I think she’s enjoying herself now,” Number Three observed.

“Um hmm,” Number Two agreed. “She’s as bad a slut as the rest of us.”

“She sure is,” Number Three said. “And she looked so elegant last night. I never would have figured her for this.”

“Wow,” Number Four said in awe. “Look, she’s coming again.”

“Never judge a book,” I said.

“No kidding.”

After dinner we were locked into the stable. Audrey was so exhausted that the mistresses had to help her to her bunk. She curled up under a blanket and closed her eyes. New ponies under estimate how exhausting the work is here. It usually takes them quite a while to get in shape, even those who come to us thinking they are physically fit. For the first few days they are usually very tired after work, too tired for sex. The weekenders discover this and those that come back find it necessary to work out very hard at home in order to enjoy their time on the farm.

The rest of us sat and talked and after a while Audrey sat up and looked around. Gloria entered her cell and handed her a cup of tea. Gloria sat beside her and they talked quietly until lights out.

CRUCIFIED MALES

The next day we worked the fields. The teams were being prepared and I saw Audrey and Gloria emerge from the equipment barn pulling a small cart. Audrey was in the same heavy training harness and looked uncomfortable. Gloria wore similar harness and looked patiently resigned. Together they looked adorable. Mistress Jill led them.

Mistress Agnes decided to put her team in strict cock and ball harness and since all the males are horny and perpetually hard she had to ice them down to get the cages on. She brought out a bucket of ice water and plunged her hands in. When they were cold she grasped the lead male and held his cock until it shriveled, then she slipped the cage on and locked it. She did the same with number two and three but ran into a problem with number four. The ice water didn’t cool him off and his cock remained very hard, in fact, it looked like he enjoyed the touch of her cold hands. He humped with his hips and groaned loudly enough to earn a few vicious cuts across his chest with a whip. He must have been a terrific masochist because his eyes rolled up and he spurted cum. A lot of cum! Mistress Agnes was still holding his cock and her hand and arm were coated. She gasped in indignation and this brought laughter from a couple of other mistresses so she whipped him harder. The problem was she was trying to shake his cum off while she whipped him with one hand and the more she whipped him the harder he spurted. I have to admit that he spurted an impressive amount. Mistress Agnes finally stopped hitting him and ran into the barn to wash her hands.

The pony boy sagged to his knees, which pulled the rest of his team down too. He knelt with his head lowered while semen dripped from his cock. His teammates were quite excited but their cock cages kept them from showing it. Never the less, they were practically pawing the ground when Mistress Agnes returned. She took one look and groaned.

“I don’t think you’re going to get any work out of them unless you attend to their uh, needs,” observed one of the other mistresses. The others nodded.

Mistress Agnes undid their cock cages and three incredibly erect penises shot upward. She began masturbating the team leader, paused and looked at the other mistresses.

“Do you mind giving me a hand?” she asked. (Wrong thing to say.)

“Not a chance,” laughed one of the others. “And I’m not going to give your slaves a hand either.”

The other mistress laughed. Even Mistress Eve giggled.

Mistress Agnes pumped her lead pony’s cock furiously and he came within minutes. She moved to number two and number three and had them spurting quite soon. She thought she was finished but number four was hard again. He climbed to his feet and offered his penis hopefully. Mistress Agnes sagged in defeat and masturbated him again. By the time he came again the others were hard.

“Agnes, I think you’ve got a long day ahead of you,” observed one of the watching mistresses.

“Yes, I hope your arm holds out,” laughed another.

Mistress Agnes clenched her teeth then walked slowly away. She motioned the other mistresses to follow. They conferred together for a moment and came to an agreement.

“I think the pony boys may be in for it,” Number Four muttered. I nodded.

The mistresses went into the barn and emerged moments later carrying crosses.

“Uh oh,” Number Four whispered.

“Those lucky boys,” Number Two said loud enough for Mistress Eve to hear.

“Oh? Do you think they are lucky?” she asked. “Do you like being crucified?”

“Oh yes, Mistress,” Two said breathlessly.

“How about the rest of you?” she asked. “Would you like to have a team crucifixion?”

There was a general ripple through the team. Number Three made a muted squeaking sound and tried to rub her legs together. Number Four shook her breasts shamelessly and I was so excited that my knees almost gave way. Daringly I met Mistress Eve’s eyes and nodded.

“Well, we shall see,” she mused. “I don’t think we’ve ever had a multiple crucifixion.” She looked at the preparations. “At least not before today.”

The mistresses erected the crosses and hoisted the males up. They raised the boys by tugging on their wrist ropes then secured them with thin cord on their wrists, upper arms and ankles. They tied the boys firmly so their bodies wouldn’t sag and constrict their chests. Once the males were secured to the crosses the mistresses tied very thin ropes around their balls and tossed the ends over a tree limb and attached weights to them. The males were very erect and this must have been pleasant (at least to pain loving slave boys) because each one of those cocks rose noticeably higher.

Mistress Eve started to lead us away but paused when she saw Mistress Agnes putting on raspy gloves. Mistress Agnes took her time and made sure that her gloves were on tightly, then smiling evilly she grasped the number four male’s cock and caressed it gently. He tensed in delight then gasped when she began masturbating him very hard and very fast. He spurted within a few minutes but she didn’t stop. His groans of pleasure turned to whimpers of pain and eventually they became screams. Mistress Agnes jerked her head toward one of the other mistresses who shoved a large ball gag into his mouth and buckled it behind the back of his head. Mistress Agnes never stopped pumping the slave’s penis.

I looked at Audrey. Her eyes were huge and she was unconsciously squeezing her thighs together. Even Gloria was breathing hard and bright pink in the face. Mistress Jill climbed onto the cart and tapped them on the shoulder with her buggy whip. Gloria stepped off instantly but Audrey, rapt at watching what was happening to the males, was slow. That earned her half a dozen snaps over her shoulder right onto her breasts. She gasped then hopped forward to get in step with Gloria. Mistress Jill drove them toward the hills and amused herself with light taps with the whip on their breasts in sequence. Gloria’s right, Gloria’s left, Audrey’s right, Audrey’s left, then back to Gloria’s right.

Mistress Eve clucked the reins over my shoulder and we went to the fields.

STAMPEDE

All day I thought about the males on their crosses and what might be happening to them. Usually when one of us spends the day on a cross everyone who passes by is permitted to stop and torment the victim. The last time I was tied to a cross I was finger fucked by at least twenty people, and that doesn’t count the pinched nipples, slaps and spanks and whips and paddles.

The entire team was aroused by what we’d seen and we stayed that way all day. Mistress Eve worked us pretty hard and to keep our minds on our work was generous with her whip.

At the end of the day we felt good and on the way back to the stables we were all acting frisky. Number Two wanted to run and charged forward in her traces. She took me by surprise and almost made me fall. That earned her a dozen snaps from Mistress Eve’s whip, but she took them without wincing and just kept straining at the traces. I yanked her back but she just winked at me. Even after another whipping she kept bouncing on her feet.

“What’s the matter with you?” I muttered.

“I feel good and I want to go for a run,” she said.

“God, we’ve been working all day,” Number Four said. “Aren’t you tired?”

“Nope.” She kept bouncing.

I wasn’t tired either and it would be nice to blow off some energy. I looked back at Mistress Eve.

She raised her eyebrows questioningly so I hopped up and down, then ran in place a few steps.

“Do you girls feel like running?” Mistress Eve asked. We all nodded.

“All right.”

She unhooked the plow and left it in the road. She rearranged us in a line abreast, cracked the whip on my butt and yelled: “Go!”

We took off.

It took a few furlongs to get into rhythm but as soon as we got in step we ran like the wind. Even with our arms bound and bits in our mouths we dashed along the road. Mistress Eve ran behind easily keeping pace. It took five minutes to reach the barn and we weren’t ready to stop, and even though Mistress Eve yanked on the reins we kept going right through the barnyard. Staff and ponies scattered before us.

“What is the matter with you?” one mistress yelled to Eve in annoyance.

“They’re out of control,” she shouted laughing. “I can’t stop them.”

Number Four neighed like a horse and we ran faster. I got a quick glimpse of the males hanging on their crosses. Even in that brief moment I saw that they were unconscious but their cocks were purple and swollen.

We were through the yard and rounding the drive by the house. Mistress Eve was laughing as she ran, but she called out to us.

“If you want to run, lets go back and get a sulky. I need to sit down!”

We obeyed and I led the team in a wide circle back to the equipment barn. We slowed to a trot, and then walked inside. Mistress Eve pulled a sulky from the wall and hooked us to it. It took only a minute and as soon as I felt her weight on the seat I took off again. We dashed out the door and there were more indignant shouts as people  scattered again. Mistress Eve guided me with the reins and I obeyed. She took us out to the perimeter road, cracked the whip four times and let the reins go slack. I settled into a steady jog and the others matched my stride. We ran for half an hour and it felt absolutely wonderful.

When we got back Mistress Karen was waiting.

“Oops, we might be in trouble,” Number Three whispered.

When we came to a stop Mistress Karen signaled for Mistress Eve to get down and she climbed into the seat. I gasped with pride and delight. What an honor!

Mistress Karen tugged the reins back until our heads were pointed to the sky. The bits dug into our mouths and we couldn’t move. She tugged harder and I had to hop to keep my balance. Harder still and I realized that we should back up. I stepped backwards, and the others followed. We got in step and backed up. She tugged our bits to the right and we backed a complete circle, then she had us back in another circle to the left. When she allowed us to stop were panting with pain in our necks and shoulders and trembling with fear. Finally Mistress Karen released her terrible grip on the reins.

The barnyard was silent as everyone watched her assert control over us.

Her whip curled over my shoulder and snapped onto my right nipple. Boy, did that hurt! Another got my left nipple, then my right, and so on. Mistress Karen wasn’t giving me gentle erotic love taps; these were serious whip blows intended to remind me who was in charge. I stood as still as possible and endured the fire in my breasts. The other girls locked themselves into rigid attention and stared straight ahead hoping to avoid the same treatment. It didn’t help. They also received some very accurate and very painful snaps on their nipples.

“I don’t think we are going to see anymore runaway teams, are we?” Mistress Karen asked. I quickly shook my head.

She shook the reins and I walked forward. The others kept perfect step. Mistress Karen walked us out of the barnyard, but once away from everyone, she shook the reins again and cracked the whip beside my ear. My belly went cold with fear and I couldn’t suppress a squeal of fright. (Once, long ago I had felt the whip on my ear and that hurt like pure hell!) I began trotting. She allowed us to trot for a few hundred yards, then loosed the reins and snapped the whip on my bottom. I broke into a dead run.

We were tired but there was no idea of slacking off. I ran full speed. I didn’t care if the others could keep up or not. They got in step and matched my stride. That’s hard to do at a dead run but they didn’t want to give Mistress Karen any more reasons to be annoyed with us. We ran as if we were being chased by lions.

After a while Mistress Karen checked my reins lightly, and I slowed to a nice steady trot. She took us all the way around the perimeter road again and when we returned to the barns we were sweaty and excited.

Mistress Karen climbed off the sulky and stood in front of us. “I don’t know why I put up with you, even if you are the number one team,” she said with a faint smile.

Number Three wiggled her breasts about a millimeter but Mistress Karen saw it.

“Would you like the whip again?” she pinched Three’s nipple gently.

Three nodded.

Mistress Karen bent and put her mouth on Three’s nipple. I thought she was kissing it but instead she bit down. Number Three tried to stay at attention but eventually a deep keening sound came from her throat and her knees sagged. Mistress Karen kept her teeth on that lucky nipple until Three gasped in orgasm. Mistress Karen chuckled, squeezed Three’s breasts and said: “Bad pony, bad, bad pony.”

Number Three wriggled in delight.

Mistress Karen helped Mistress Eve unharnessing us. We stood quietly as they undid the buckles. Mistress Karen stood in front of me and touched the welts on my breasts.

“That must have hurt,” she commented. I pushed them forward.

She ran her fingers along the marks then squeezed gently. I hoped she would bite them the way she had Number Three. I didn’t dare look directly at her but I lowered my chin, tilted my face to the side and slowly raised my eyes to her breasts. Over the years that motion had evolved into the message that the pony girl would like to have sex with the mistress. Mistress Karen understood perfectly. She pinched my nipples.

“We’ll see,” she said softly.

As we were being washed down Audrey emerged from the bathroom on her hands and knees, She was still wearing her heavy training harness with a thick punishment bit and blinders. Mistress Jean followed her reins in one hand and carrying a bucket full of cleansers and brushes in the other. Audrey and Gloria had pulled Mistress Jill’s cart all morning, then in the afternoon Audrey had been put to work cleaning and scrubbing. I wondered if she had ever done that kind of work in her life. She sat on her knees for a moment and looked around. Her face was smudged and her hair was a mess, fresh welts on her bottom and back indicated that she was getting acquainted with the whip and she wore some painful looking nipple clamps, but her face was serene and she managed a shy smile around her bit when our eyes met. Her mistress tapped her butt with a riding crop and Audrey obediently crawled through the gate. Her bottom swayed seductively as she crawled. Mistress Eve paused and watched.

“Looks like the new lady is fitting right in,” she remarked.

“Um hmm,” I said admiringly.

“Nice bottom too,” commented Mistress Eve.

Audrey heard and gave another wiggle. I took a deep admiring breath.

I wasn’t a lesbian when I joined the farm, I wasn’t even bi sexual but I knew I would have to submit to women so I gave it a lot of thought before making the final decision. My need for submission made just about any degrading act sound exciting, and the more humiliating the better. I got a thrill thinking about the embarrassment of putting my tongue in another woman’s pussy. The idea made my pussy tingle.

When I came to the farm I felt an odd combination of emotions the first few times that I had sex with another woman. I felt mild revulsion from the physical act, yet the submission was a turn on, especially with people watching. I didn’t like the sex for its sake but I loved being obedient. I craved humiliation then (as I still do) and vowed to make myself the best at licking pussies just to prove what a good slave I was. I still prefer men but over the years I’ve become proud of my skill at making ladies come and I’ve learned to enjoy sex with other women, but never before had I wanted to make love to a woman so badly as I did with Audrey.  

It must have shown in my face because Mistress Eve looked at me curiously. She gave the tiny nod that was a signal to speak.

“I’d give anything to be with her,” I whispered.

“Would you?” Mistress Eve asked.

I nodded deeply.

“Would you like me to set it up?”

I looked at her in surprise. Was she serious?

“I will do anything I can to repay that, my Mistress,” I said softly.

“Hmm, would you indeed?” she mused.

“Just name it.”

“I’m going to my sorority reunion in June,” she said. “I just might take you along to pleasure a few of my friends.”

“Why not let me pleasure them all?” I asked.

“That would a lot of pussies to eat,” she laughed. “At least fifty or sixty women will be there.”

“I believe I’m up to the task,” I said proudly.

“In that case I might just see about double crossing you with her.” (Double crossing is where two slaves are strapped to an X frame with their faces in each other’s crotch. The frame slowly rotates. It’s so fantastically erotic that even straight women usually have orgasms.)

“You would do that for me, my lady?” I breathed. It would be too good to be true.

“Yeah, we’ll see,” she said.

After dinner we learned that Mistress Agnes had masturbated her males all day long. At first she was rough, using the raspy gloves on the boys, but even the most die hard masochist can run out of steam after too much pain, so she switched to gentler tactics. She poured baby oil on their tender cocks and caressed them softly and delicately. She made them cum many, many times that day and when even the soft touch seemed to fail she kept them excited.

She undressed slowly and rubbed her breasts against their skin and she grabbed any passing female slaves and made them strip naked to entice the boys. Even the mistresses entered into the fun and some of them took off their clothes. (That’s not something you see very often).

Mistress Jill volunteered Audrey and Gloria and had them kneel between the males’ legs and suck their cocks. That was good for a few more orgasms and when the men stopped responding Mistress Agnes let them rest for a while.

She fed them a high protein lunch at ten o’clock and allowed them to rest. The men were so worn that it was difficult to keep them erect so Mistress Agnes made a contest between Audrey, Gloria and two other slaves to see who could keep her male hardest longest. Gloria won hands down.

Mistress Agnes made them keep the boys hard but wouldn’t allow them to come for a long time. Frustration kept the males hard and they were thrusting and grinding their hips whimpering to spurt again. Mistress Agnes watched carefully and let them get very close, then she’d pull the slave’s mouths off the boys and let them cool down. She watched the clock and teased her boys for one solid hour before allowing them to come.

After that they couldn’t get hard so Mistress Agnes brought out the house ponies and made them join in. The women, both slaves and mistresses swarmed the helpless men and caressed their bodies with hands, lips and breasts. Even Mistress Jill took her clothes off. We were shocked to hear that a couple of mistress actually sucked the males’ cocks. Mistresses are allowed to do anything they want with a slave but it’s rare to see them putting penises in their mouths in public.

They also alternated between caresses and punishment. (Did you know that biting a masochistic male’s nipples will make his cock get hard even if he’s exhausted?  Having three or four mistresses rake their nails down his chest and back and legs while a pretty slave licks his balls has the same effect.) At the end of the day the boys were covered with bite marks and scratches. By noon they were still convulsing with orgasms but nothing came out any more. They were so exhausted that they fainted. Gloria said it was like dominos falling. The lead male passed out mid way through another dry orgasm, and even though he lost consciousness his cock kept throbbing for several minutes before it slowly wilted. The number two went out the same way, then three and four, all in just a few seconds. Mistress Agnes checked to make sure they weren’t dead, then let them hang on the crosses all afternoon. Their cocks were soft but large, but not from passion. They were swollen from bruising.

When the males were taken down they had to be carried to their stable.

DEBBIE GETS BRANDED

After dinner we lounged around until it got dark, then we were strapped tightly into bondage and led outside. The bondage was necessary because the mistresses knew that a formal branding could lead to a sexual riot.

An X cross-had been erected in the barnyard. Two bonfires burned a few feet to each side. Debbie was led out and strapped to the cross. Her pussy was freshly shaven, her body had been oiled and her hair was done up nicely. Her eyes were shining. A chair had been placed in the center of the courtyard and we other ponies were tethered in a large circle. The other women on Debbie’s team were bound to stakes behind her. Everyone was present except the crucified males who were still unconscious on their bunks. A charcoal fire glowed in a barbecue grill in front of Debbie and a branding iron rested among the coals. Debby took a long deep breath the moment she saw that iron.

Mistress Donna led Debbie out and strapped her to the cross. Mistress Donna is a tall statuesque red head with huge natural breasts. She had been an officer in the army before she came to the farm. Rumor had it that a man had tried to rape her but she defended herself so successfully that she knocked him unconscious. Then she stripped him naked, tied him up and left him to be seen by the other soldiers. He was court marshaled but she was officially criticized for the way she handled the matter so she decided to leave the army.

She discovered that she got a thrill when she beat that man up and she’d heard about the farm, so she drove across the country and asked to join the staff. Mistress Karen took one look and accepted her on the spot.

Mistress Donna is not gay and rarely has sex with female ponies, but she is so beautiful that she drives lesbians insane. On rare occasions she will accept guest pony girls but she tortures them for hours before they even get a peek at her pussy. A slave girl has to endure an awful lot before she gets to kiss Mistress Donna between the legs. And her disdain makes them want her all the more.

She’s tough on the males too, but every one of them would give his soul to be on her team.

For the occasion she wore a formal Dom costume of a white transparent blouse, unbuttoned to her navel, a black leather mini skirt, knee boots and white gloves. She had added large rhinestone earrings and a rhinestone necklace that sparkled like fire. She looked magnificent.

Mistress Donna tapped Debbie’s pussy with a riding crop and squeezing her breasts with her free hand. Debbie was so excited that the riding crop was soon soaked. Debbie gasped in delight but her eyes never left the branding iron.

We waited and watched until Mistress Karen arrived. She was dressed in a formal Dom out fit too. A long red leather skirt slit up the front, a transparent blue blouse and the highest red heels I’ve ever seen on a woman. She walked regally to her chair and sat down.

Mistress Donna made a little speech about what an obedient pony Debbie was and how hard she had worked, and how she had accepted punishment without complaint (which brought a few giggles from us; Debbie was notorious as the worst masochist on the farm) and how after proving herself to the satisfaction of all the mistresses, Debbie was to be rewarded by being branded.

The lights dimmed until the only illumination came from the fires. They cast a primitive red light that reflected off the buildings and trees. Mistress Donna took the branding iron from the fire, held it in front of Debbie and spoke quietly to her. The bright red glow of the branding iron lit up Debbie’s face. She never took her eyes off the iron. When Mistress Donna finished speaking, the spotlight light came on and focused on Debbie’s crotch.

“I shall want a slow count to ten,” Mistress Donna said loudly.

Debbie took a deep breath and tightened every muscle in her body. 

Mistress Donna pressed the red-hot iron against the skin of Debbie’s belly.

Debbie froze and slowly raised her eyes upward. The mistresses began to count.

“One,” pause.

“Two,” pause.

“Three,” they chanted slowly but their voices grew louder. No one else made a sound.

Smoke appeared on Debbie’s skin and I heard her flesh sizzle. My pussy was already throbbing but I felt a sweet hot fire grow at the sound of that sizzle.

“Four,” the chant continued.

“Five.”

“Six.”

Debbie’s mouth dropped open and her eyes slowly closed.

“Seven.”

“Eight.”

“Nine.”

Debbie’s chest expanded as she took in a long deep breath.

“Ten!”

Debbie’s scream echoed off the buildings. She screamed and screamed and screamed! She held that piercing shriek longer than I thought humanly possible. Then she collapsed in her bonds.

Mistress Donna dropped the branding iron, took Debbie’s face between her hands and looked intently into her eyes. Debbie raised her eyes, smiled and mouthed the words: “Thank you.”

Mistress Donna turned and walked away.

I realized I was holding my breath. Suddenly the entire courtyard was filled with noise. Females were sobbing, or moaning or gasping, and the males were groaning and panting and fighting their bonds. 

I caught sight of Audrey. She was kneeling beside Mistress Jill. Her eyes were on Debbie and tears were on her cheeks. Her mistress bent, asked her a question and Audrey nodded. The mistress untied her hands and they flew to her pussy. Audrey spread her knees and masturbated. In the pandemonium few noticed as Mistress Jill placed her foot on Audrey’s side and toppled her onto her back. Audrey opened her legs and dug her fingers deep into her vagina. Her mistress stood over her on wide spread feet. Another mistress led her team close and made them watch. Audrey opened her eyes, looked up at the crowd and never missed a beat. She raised her body on her shoulders, opened her legs wider and masturbated until she came. She came hard too. She thrashed about, rolling her head wildly from side to side and kicking her legs. I don’t think she was acting.

The mistresses used whips and riding crops to restore order. Only one male managed to slip his bonds but he was pounced on and quickly subdued by a couple of Mistresses. Cracking whips, slaps and pinches finally got the slaves back under discipline and they were led back to the stables. Audrey’s mistress led her back to the stable on her hands and knees.

Mistress Karen got to her feet and walked to Debbie. She inspected Debbie’s brand, spoke a few words to her and patted her pussy. She looked around the yard for a few moments, and then walked to me. My pussy throbbed with anticipation. She looked into my eyes for a long, long time, then snapped a leash to my collar and led me toward the house. I was so thrilled that I could barely contain myself, but I managed to look back at Debbie. She hung on her cross with the happiest expression I’d ever seen on a woman’s face.

MISTRESS KAREN

In her apartment Mistress Karen removed my harness and sat me in an easy chair. She tied my arms behind the chair, and then lifted my legs up and apart until my knees were beside my face. She tied them tightly and left me there. I loved the vulnerable feeling the position gave me.

Mistress Karen poured herself a glass of wine then puttered around checking her mail and going through papers on her personal desk. I watched admiringly as she moved about with such grace in her leather skirt. From time to time she gave me a sip from her glass. I was sorry when she undressed and slipped into a lacy nightgown. (Don’t get me wrong, she looked adorable in that see through gown, but she was absolute dynamite in leather!)

She placed a chair beside me and made a few personal calls. Her hand rested in my crotch while she talked and her fingers were soon driving me wild. Pony discipline or not, it was very hard for me to keep quiet while her fingertips caressed the center of my soul. I was squirming in my ropes and trying very hard to be good, but very soon I was gasping on the verge of coming, so she withdrew her hand.

She waited until I settled down, and then put her hand back. Within moments I was biting my lip trying not to moan. Her hand vanished again.

Mistress Karen nearly drove me out of my mind that evening. Aside from the fact that she is a beautiful woman, she is a complete expert at teasing slaves. Her gentle touch was thrilling beyond belief.

After making several business related calls she telephoned her sister. Out of respect I tried to keep quiet but her hand had wandered between my legs again and it took every ounce of my resolve to keep from screaming in joy. Even though I hadn’t had an orgasm I was so deliriously happy that I wanted to shout it out. I rolled my eyes pleadingly and Mistress Karen took pity on me. Still talking on the phone she opened a drawer and took out a ball gag. I was so relieved to see it that I almost cried. I opened wide and she buckled it securely in my mouth. I sagged in the chair, sighing in relief. 

Mistress Karen finished her call then stood in front of me. I hoped that she would put me on my knees, but what she did next astounded me.

“Did you like seeing me bite your team mate’s nipple?”

I nodded.

“Would you like the same?”

I nodded.

She bent close and put her lips on my nipple. That alone was heavenly, but she I felt her teeth close over it then gently bite I had an instant orgasm. The orgasm grew as the pressure of her teeth increased. She kept my nipple imprisoned and actually chewed lightly on it. I was thrashing in the chair and squealing under my gag. Mistress Karen released me, smiled and went after the other nipple. It had the same effect and I had another orgasm within minutes. When she finally removed her mouth from my breasts I was light headed with pleasure.

She sipped her wine and watched in amusement as I writhed in the wonderful afterglow. When I got my breathing back to normal and could focus my eyes again she bent and looked at my brand. “I remember the day we branded you,” she mused. “Did you really have an orgasm, or were you faking?”

I shook my head slowly. I remembered that wonderful day too, and I hadn’t been faking. I had the orgasm of a lifetime when the hot iron was pressed against my tummy.

Karen touched my brand, then bent forward and kissed it. My God! I thought I was in heaven. Nothing could be better! But then, her lips traveled down to my pussy and I felt her tongue touch my clitoris!

Heavenly!

Ladies, imagine the greatest, most powerful orgasm you’ve ever imagined, and then multiply it by ten. That’s what I felt, when that beautiful, powerful, commanding queen-like woman touched her tongue to me. I fainted.

When I woke up I was untied and my gag was gone. I was curled up in the chair and a soft comforter covered my body. Mistress Karen was on the couch sipping her wine. She looked at me with amusement and tenderness.

“Did you really faint?” she asked, handing me a glass of wine.

“Yes, my lady,” I whispered.

“Hmm, I envy you,” she said. “I’ve never fainted from an orgasm.”

“Well, I don’t know if I can make that happen,” I said. “But with your permission, I’d love to try.”

She smiled. She set her glass down and pulled her gown up a few inches. It was the most enticing and erotic thing I’d ever seen.

“All right. I think I’ll accept your offer.”

My heart leapt. I crawled out of the chair and dropped to the floor. I lay on my belly and wriggled like a snake across the carpet. When I reached her I kissed her feet. Mistress Karen sighed happily as I sucked her toes and that sigh was like a chorus from angels to me.

I washed every inch of her feet with my tongue, and dried them with my hair. I took a long slow time and carefully worked my way up her ankles and legs. I wanted so much to plunge my tongue into her pussy but I made myself be patient. I devoted half an hour to her lower legs.

When I reached her knees she lifted the skirt of her gown and opened her legs. I dared not look at her pussy, for I knew that my resolve would fail and I would throw my face into it. I lowered my eyes and kissed her thighs. Mistress Karen scrunched down and rested her feet on the coffee table. Her knees fell open wider and on any other woman her pose would have been erotic, but undignified, yet Mistress Karen somehow managed to keep her regal grace, even with her legs spread. I was trembling when I reached her pussy and the sweet, sweet smell nearly drove me wild. It took every ounce of self-restraint but I didn’t allow myself to kiss her pussy until I had licked every inch of her inner thighs.

Mistress Karen gasped and her body jerked when my tongue touched her pussy. After that I lost all control and worshipped her with all my being. I licked and kissed and thrust my tongue into her until she groaned loudly and came.

I sat on my heels for a moment, then bent forward and buried my face between her legs again. Mistress Karen gasped in surprise, then giggled and opened her legs a bit wider.

“Ok, lets see if you can make me faint,” she laughed.

I made her come twice more, but she didn’t faint. She leaned back closed her eyes and drifted into a soft sleep after the last orgasm. I placed the comforter over her and curled up on the floor beneath her feet.

I lay on the carpet for about an hour listening to Mistress Karen breathing softly. Finally, I had to go to the bathroom. I crawled quietly across the floor and into the bath. I closed the door and tried to be as quiet as a mouse, but when I came out Mistress Karen was turning down the bed.

I expected to be taken back to the stables but she motioned for me to get in the bed, then she took off her gown and climbed in beside me.

WAKING IN MISTRESS KAREN’S BEDROOM

I woke the next morning to bright sunlight in the windows. I lay in bed for a moment stretching and luxuriating in the soft sheets. Then I sat up with a start. Mistress Karen was gone and the clock read nine thirty! I gasped and jumped out of bed. I must be in so much trouble! Then I calmed down and realized that Mistress Karen had allowed me to sleep late. I opened the door and peeked out. The hallway was empty. I closed the door and looked around the room. Everything was so beautiful. The room, which was actually a suite, was so elegant and feminine. I noticed a breakfast service on a tray. I lifted one of the covers and found an entire breakfast waiting, including a pot of coffee, another of tea and a carafe of orange juice. Wonderful. For the first time since my last furlough I ate like a civilized woman.

After breakfast I went in to the bathroom, and dared to take a long lovely hot shower. Afterwards I tidied up the bath and cleaned Mistress Karen’s suite. When I finished I put on my harness and took one long last look around. I picked up the breakfast tray and walked out.

In the hallway I met one of the house ponies dusting the furniture. She smiled at me and didn’t seem surprised to see a field pony wandering around. She took the tray from me.

There are six house ponies and they’re treated differently from the rest of us. They sleep in a separate stable. They are all very beautiful and wear pretty costumes and almost never have to work in the fields. We call them the princesses.

The girl I met was Valerie, who had been a Las Vegas chorus girl before selling herself into slavery. Val was tall and walked with more grace and elegance than any woman had a right to do. She wore a black and white outfit that was more like a performance costume than work harness. The leather was much more supple and comfortable and glistened like patent leather. Today’s outfit was black and white and had a hint of a French maid costume. She wore a lace ruff and white gloves under her leather and even had a tiny white apron suspended from her belt. It was pretty but did nothing to hide her pussy, and believe it or not she wore five-inch spike heels. (How a girl could work in shoes like that all day long is beyond me, but the house ponies manage.)

House ponies spend most of their time inside and never do hard labor, so to keep them fit Mistress Karen makes them exercise for two hours every day. We see them trotting around the training paddock rehearsing dressage routines, then they are hooked to sulkies and taken for a long run around the farm. Actually, the house ponies make up one of our best racing teams and have won a number of competitions. Some of the field ponies are jealous of the house ponies because they have it nice and wear such sexy outfits, but most of us prefer to work out doors. Being masochists, we enjoy a life of hard work and pain and few of us really want to priss around in showgirl costumes. We prefer dirt under our feet, rough leather between our legs and the delight of a horsewhip snapping on our nipples. House ponies are spanked but never whipped because Mistress Karen doesn’t want marks on their delicate skin.

To give Val her due, she didn’t want to be a house pony. She came to the farm to be a field pony and she would rather be pulling a plow than dusting furniture. She had asked many times to be put on a plow team, but Mistress Karen wouldn’t let her go.

Val didn’t speak, ponies must remain silent at all times, but she looked around, then leaned close and kissed me on the lips, then trotted away.

I stood in confusion for a moment. I had expected Val to lead me outside, or at least tell me where I should go. As I stood a door opened down the hall and Mary the accountant walked out. She looked at me in surprise.

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

“I spent the night in Mistress Karen’s room,” I answered. “And she let me sleep late.”

Mary’s eyebrows rose. “That’s very unusual,” she said. “You must be pretty good.”

I blushed with pride.

Mary looked at me in a calculating way, and then she took hold of the ring on my collar.

“Come with me,” she ordered. She led me down stairs to her office.

Inside, she closed the door and motioned for me to get on my knees. Mary isn’t really a mistress; she is the accountant and never controls or dominates ponies. She has the same privileges as the mistresses, including the right to use any pony she wants, but she never carries a whip or wears leather. In fact, she is a mousy looking woman who dresses in a dowdy fashion, with long skirts, sensible shoes and little or no makeup. There are a lot of snide jokes about how Mary would be better in harness than in clothing.

She looked at me for a long moment, and then pointed under her desk. I crawled under it and turned around. She sat down opened her legs and pulled her skirt up. I was astonished to see that she wore no panties and had one of the hairiest pussies I’d ever seen. Oh well, I put my face between her legs and got busy.

Actually I enjoyed eating Mary’s pussy. It tasted nice and perversely I liked all that hair. She ordered me to go slow, and then began doing paperwork.

I ate her pussy lightly all morning while she shuffled papers and made phone calls. My back got stiff from being bent over so long and my knees were tender from the carpet, but I enjoyed being between her legs. A couple of times people came in and I honestly don’t know if they saw me under the desk or not, but it did make what I was doing feel very exciting and wicked. Being a slave is enjoyable enough, but kneeling under a desk is terrific. Sometimes I even got so excited that I forgot her order to go slow. I found myself thrusting my tongue deep inside her and wanted to make her come so loudly that the whole household would come running in to see what all the noise was about.

A few times I got her close, but Mary would push my head away and rest for a few minutes, then she’d put her hand between her legs and motion me to resume. Finally, just before lunch she lay back in the chair, stretched out her legs and told me to make her come. I lunged forward so eagerly that I knocked the chair back a few inches. She laughed, I giggled, and then I buried my face in her crotch. She didn’t scream when she came, but she squeezed my head so tight between her thighs that I couldn’t breathe. I’ve eaten an awful lot of pussies, but that morning in Mary’s office was one that I’ll never forget.

Mary lay back so long that I thought she’d fallen asleep, luckily her legs loosened enough that I didn’t suffocate. Finally she roused, untangled my head and her legs and stood up. I crawled out and blinked in the light. Mary went into the bathroom and washed up, leaving me kneeling on the carpet. She came back, motioned for me to crawl out the door and flagged down a passing mistress.

“Take her back to the stables or where ever she’s needed,” she told the mistress.

The mistress, whose name is Mistress Stephanie, clipped a leash to my collar and led me away, still on my knees. I looked back. Mary was leaning against the doorjamb, her hair was still disheveled but there was look of absolute contentment on her face.

The mistress glanced down at me. “Hmm, you must be as good with your tongue as they say you are,” she commented.

“May I be permitted to show you, mistress?” I asked.

Her eyebrows rose. “Well, well, speaking without permission,” she said. “You must like punishment too.”

I looked up at her for a second then lowered my eyes coyly. I wiggled my butt and shook my boobs at her.

“Ok,” she chuckled. “First you get a good whipping, then I’ll find out if you truly are the best pussy eater on the farm.”

My pussy was throbbing like a volcano as she led me away.

Once outside she made me walk. We passed the training paddock and saw Audrey marching in a circle tethered to a walker. She wore a very high collar and her arms were strapped tightly behind her but she was high stepping as proudly as a prize dressage pony. A mistress stood by and snapped a long whip on Audrey’s bottom each time she made the circle. Audrey’s butt and legs showed fresh pink welts but she made no reaction when the whip struck. Interestingly she wasn’t connected to the walker by a leash but by cords clamped to her nipples. We made eye contact and I winked at her. Even beneath her training bit she managed to smile.

Mistress Stephanie led me to the whipping posts and tied me tightly between two of them, then she went into the tack room and came back carrying a flogger with long thin strands. My heart leapt because I knew that thing was going to hurt.

Mistress Stephanie slipped out of her shirt and swung the whip around for a few minutes warming up. She had medium sized breasts but they were quite firm and they jiggled nicely as she moved. She noticed me watching.

“You must be a hard core lesbian,” she commented.

I shook my head.

“You aren’t?” she asked. “You may speak.”

“I’m not a lesbian,” I said.

She looked at me in mild disbelief.

“Then how did you get the reputation of being the best pussy eater on the farm?” she asked.

“I just try to be the best slave I can,” I answered coyly. “No matter what it takes.”

“What about the masochism?” she asked. “I’ve seen you take whippings and don’t try to tell me that you don’t like pain.”

“Oh no, Mistress,” I answered. “I love being punished. My pussy is already wet thinking about what you are going to do to me.”

She stepped close and whispered conspiratorially. “So is mine.”

She caressed my pussy. She slipped her fingers inside and I came instantly.

“So I see,” she murmured. “Well, shall we begin?”

I nodded eagerly.

Mistress Stephanie whipped me, starting on my breasts. I was so excited that I was glad she didn’t go through any warm up on my body. I wanted the pain and I wanted it right then and there! I turned my breasts toward the whip at each blow and smiled each time the whip hit me.

She gave me fifty delightful and very intense blows on my breasts, and then moved to the insides of my thighs, and best of all, between the lips of my pussy. I came several times while and Mistress Stephanie hadn’t bothered to gag me, so my yelps and squeals and screams attracted a lot of attention. I was soon playing to an audience.

After an hour Mistress Stephanie untied me and I dropped to my knees. She gave me a long drink and allowed me to rest for a while as the crowd wandered away, then she took me to her quarters.

“Stay here,” she commanded pointed to the center of the room, “While I clean up a bit. I worked up quite a sweat just now.”

“May I do that for you?” I asked.

She looked at me in surprise, and then shrugged. “Why not?”

I crawled to her and she stood while I took off her skirt and panties. Mistress Stephanie is a blonde and I giggled when I saw that her pussy was golden blonde as well.

“You like that?” she laughed.

I rubbed my nose in her pubic hair. She grabbed the back of my head and shoved my face deeper. I licked Mistress Stephanie’s pussy for a long sweet time until she came. Afterwards she collapsed onto her bed and closed her eyes. I knelt patiently beside her. Finally she roused. She raised herself on her elbows and looked at me.

“That was very nice,” she said. “But I can’t honestly say that it was the best I’ve ever had.”

“Oh no, my lady,” I said. “That was just an appetizer. Now you lay back and get comfortable and allow me to show you how I earned my reputation.”

“Okay.”

She lay back, wiggled until she was comfortable and opened her legs. I placed a pillow under each of her knees then positioned myself between them. I crept forward until my mouth was at her pussy. I let my breath cool the fresh sweet juices that glistened on her skin and pubic hair, and then I kissed her.

I ate Mistress Stephanie as long and slowly and intently as I possibly could. I watched her breathing and body movements and when it looked like she was close I would ease back a bit. I kept her moaning for hours. Finally, when I could tell that she was hovering on the brink, I made her come. I sucked her clit between my lips and nibbled delicately with my teeth. Not enough to hurt, but with enough pressure to send her into ecstasy. Mistress Stephanie’s muscles went rigid, her body tensed and she rose off the bed for a few seconds. Her face was bright red and contorted. She sat up for a few seconds making a deep keening sound, and then she fainted.

I giggled with pride and crawled out of the bed. I tiptoed to the bath and cleaned up, and then I raided her refrigerator. After all, what could she do to me but give me another flogging?

Mistress Stephanie slept for about an hour, and while I waited I curled up on the floor. I fell asleep too, and when I woke up she was sitting on the side of the bed looking at me. I rose to my knees and assumed the position of a slave.

Mistress Stephanie bent over, took my face in her hand and kissed me long and sweetly.

“Ok, I guess you deserve your reputation.”

I wriggled with pleasure.

Mistress Stephanie took me to the stables and allowed me to rest. I lay on my bunk and fell asleep instantly. I woke when they brought the teams in.

After she washed the others Mistress Eve walked over.

“Well, what have you been doing all day?”

“Actually I slept in this morning,” I answered. “And Mistress Karen permitted me to have breakfast in bed.”

“Really?”

“Yes ma am. Then Mary, the accountant decided to hide me under her desk for a while.”

“And I suppose you helped ease the burdens of her day,” Mistress Eve said.

“I did my best.”

“Was that all?”

“No ma am. Mistress Stephanie brought me back to the stables but I spoke without permission so she flogged me.”

“Is that all she did to you?”

“No, after that she wanted to see if I truly am the best pussy eater on the farm.”

“How did that go?”

“I think I convinced her.”

“Oh?”

I smiled coyly. “Well, Mistress Stephanie fainted.”

Mistress Eve laughed as she walked away.

After we ate the rest of my team wanted to know how I’d spent my day so I repeated the story in greater detail. The other ponies gathered round to listen, including Audrey. By the time I finished a lot of the girls were excited and several were pairing off. I looked across at Audrey and motioned her to me. She looked sad, shook her head and made the hand signal that indicated that she was forbidden to have sex.

Now I had the hots for her so bad that I would have disobeyed and taken my punishment, but Audrey was new and I didn’t want to get her in trouble. The mistresses allow a certain amount of rebelliousness among older ponies, but not when new ones are just starting out. Oh sure, some masochistic ponies will disobey in order to earn a flogging, but that’s recognized as game playing. What I wanted Audrey to do was more serious and might get her expelled, so I didn’t pursue the matter. I just hoped that Mistress Eve would carry through on her promise to have Audrey and me double crossed.

RAINY DAY

The next morning I was back on the plow. We worked for a couple of hours then it began to rain. The rain was light and pleasant at first but we were soon wet and cold. Mistress Eve checked with me a couple of times and I let her know that we were all right, but eventually I could see that the other girls were faltering. Number Three and Number Four were shivering. We would have been ok if Mistress Eve had put hats and sweat shirts on us on us but she waited too long and we were chilled.

And the ground was getting muddy; we were struggling to keep our feet. Finally I stopped, shook my head slowly from side to side and made a show of shivering. Mistress Eve didn’t object. She unhitched the plow and led us home. Once we were out of the field and on the road she trotted us to the stables, which warmed us up a bit.

She washed us down with lots of warm water and toweled us until our skin glowed, then she handed out sweat suits and thick warm socks. (Being a naked slave is sexy beyond belief, but there are times when even an exhibitionist has to wear warm clothing.) To make up for keeping us out too long Mistress Eve had the kitchen bring out a huge pot of coffee and rolls and told us we could relax the rest of the day. We sat in a big circle and talked.

The rest of the teams straggled in and joined the group. The last team included Audrey. She’d been pulling a plow with couple of other new ponies. They were caked with mud, their hair straggled sopping wet, they were shivering and Audrey’s lips were blue. Her mistress gave her a very warm wash down, including a terrific screwing with a dildo. She was soon clean, warm and gasping for breath. After she’d been toweled dry she walked over to join us.

Someone handed her a sweat suit. She slipped the shirt on but folded the pants and sat on them. She sat next to me.

“Aren’t your legs cold?” someone asked.

“No, my pussy is hot enough to keep them warm,” she answered.

My mouth dropped open. I never expected such an elegant woman to say something like that. She smiled at me and sipped her coffee.

“Well, then I’d say you must be liking it here,” my Number Three observed.

“Very much. Its a delightful change from my normal life.”

There were knowing nods.

“Are you planning to come on board permanently?” Number Four asked.

“Unfortunately I cannot,” Audrey answered. “I would dearly love to, but I have responsibilities at home.”

“Yeah, we know how that can be,” one of the other girls said.

“I have children, and my son has a public career,” Audrey said. 

“Yeah, that makes it hard to disappear into slavery,” someone said. “Luckily my kids are grown.”

“You have children and you live here?” Audrey asked.

“Yes.”

“Don’t you miss not ever seeing them?” she asked.

“I see them all the time,” the woman answered. “I visit them every month.”

“You mean you are permitted to leave?” Audrey asked astonished.

“Sure,” I told her. “We all have connections outside, family and friends, and they would start looking for us if we simply disappeared.”

“We don’t want the police coming out here,” another pony said.

Audrey nodded. “I can see why the owner wouldn’t want that.”

“WE don’t want that,” Number Three said. “We don’t want the police or anyone else messing up our life style.”

“So we are allowed to make calls to our families and we are permitted vacations, called furloughs,” I said.

“After all, its not like we wouldn’t come back,” Number Two said. “We’re all here because we want to be.”

There were lots of nods.

“Do your families know what you do here?” she asked.

“Some do,” Number Three said. “But a lot of us have made up cover stories for our life style.”

“What kind of stories?”

“Well, my folks think that I’ve become a hippie and live on a commune,” Three said. “Other ponies have hinted that they live on an ashram or other religious retreat.”

“Yes, my mother thinks that I’m a nun in a convent,” Debbie said.

“Why not?” Gloria said. “I saw you on your knees just yesterday, but you weren’t praying.”

“She must have snuck into the males’ stable,” someone said.

“Well, one of the boys was saying the Lord’s name over and over,” Debbie said piously. That brought on laughter.

“Some of us tell people that we work out of the country and a few of us have a cover story that we work with the Peace Corps,” I told Audrey when the giggling settled down.

Audrey thought that over, and then shrugged.

“I think I would live here, if I could,” she said.

“You’ve only been here a few days,” Number Four said. “You might change your mind.”

“No, I don’t think I would,” Audrey sighed. “I’ll just have to make do with visits when ever I can manage.”

“Your husband wouldn’t object?” someone asked.

“My husband is dead,” she said. “My son brought me here at my request. And he wouldn’t object so long as nothing ever gets out to the press.”

“Don’t worry,” I said. “The secrecy here would put Navy Intelligence to shame.”

“I sure hope so,” Audrey said.

“Well, I’ve been here over seventeen years and I don’t know the real names of any of the others.” I looked around the circle.

Several others nodded.

“That is reassuring,” Audrey said.

“So, have you always been a masochist?” someone asked.

Audrey laughed. “In my secret inner soul, I suppose. My husband used to spank me when we were young and he tied me to the bed a few times, but I never experienced anything like what goes on here.”

“Had you ever been whipped before coming here?” Number Two asked.

“No, never.”

“How did you like it the first time?”

Audrey blushed. “It was wonderful. I had an orgasm.”

“Just one?” someone laughed.

Audrey slowly shook her head. She held up two fingers, then three. The room roared with laughter.

“What about sex with all the males?” someone asked.

“I must admit that it was something else I’ve fantasized about,” Audrey replied. “I was a virgin when I married my husband.”

“Is he the only man you’ve ever had sex with?” Number Four asked.

Audrey nodded. “Until I came here.”

“Then you had nine men at once,” Number Four chuckled.

Audrey nodded. “I never in my life thought I would experience anything like that.”

“It was pretty rough,” I said. “Did you have fun?”

Audrey nodded.

“Now I’m not sure,” Number Three said. “But I’d swear that you got screwed up your butt for the first time in that mud pit.”

Audrey covered her face with her hands and nodded.

“Did you enjoy that?” Three persisted.

“Yes,” Audrey’s voice was muffled.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you.”

“Yes, I did,” Audrey said louder. Everyone applauded.

When she lowered her hands Audrey’s face was bright pink. “You must think I’m a horrible slut.”

“At least you’re not a virgin anymore,” someone else laughed. “Anywhere in your body.”

Audrey blushed again, then giggled.

“Did it hurt?” Number Four asked.

“Yes.”

“Did you like it?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to do it again?”

“Yes.”

More applause.

“Good girl,” someone said. “And compared to the rest of us you’re only a beginning slut. Now on the other hand I happen to be the nastiest slut on the farm.”

“Oh no you’re not,” Number Two said. “I am and I can prove it.”

That led to a debate as to who was the worst slut on the farm. Despite a lot of exaggerated claims, we never resolved who was the best (or worse depending on how you rate your sluts).

“What did you think about Debbie’s branding?” someone asked when the boasting died down.

“My God, that was incredible!” Audrey gasped.

“Turned you on, did it?”

“When I saw that red hot iron touch her body I thought I would have an orgasm,” Audrey said. Everyone looked at Debbie who preened herself proudly.

“Does everyone get branded?” Audrey asked.

“No, only a few,” Number Three replied.

Audrey shook her head. “I never dreamt someone would want that.”

The room went quiet and all eyes turned to me. Audrey looked at me in puzzlement while I stood up and stepped out of my pants. Her eyes widened when I spread my legs and displayed my brand.

“Oh my God!” she whispered in awe.

“Number One was the first pony girl to be branded,” Gloria said. “She even beat me to it.”

Audrey looked at my brand for several minutes.

“It’s a heart with a horseshoe,” she marveled. She reached toward my brand. I hoped beyond hope that she would touch it. Everyone watched. She came close, then stopped. She turned to Debbie.

“Is your brand the same?”

“No, mine is the letter D, see?” she stepped beside me.

“D for Debbie?” Audrey asked.

“No, D for Donna,” Debbie said. “I belong to her now.”

Audrey looked back and forth at our brands. Again she reached out to touch, then pulled back.

“If I don’t control myself I will end up doing something I am forbidden,” she said sadly. “Sorry.”

“Its ok,” I said, pulling my sweat pants up. “I don’t want to see you expelled.” Debbie returned to her seat.

The tension eased and Number Three spoke. “Have they done anything to you that you don’t like?”

“Not a thing,” Audrey replied. “I love it all.”

“Even all the humiliating things they make you do?”

“I like that too,” Audrey said. “The more the better.”

“Well, I’m with you there,” someone said. There were murmurs of agreement.

Suddenly the room went quiet. Mistress Jill walked in and stood looking us over. Some of the women perked up and thrust out their breasts hopefully. She pointed to Linda, one of the ponies off another team, and motioned her to rise. Linda obeyed and blushed when Mistress Jill clicked handcuffs on her wrists. Mistress Jill led her from the stable to the house. Audrey looked around in question.

“Mistress Jill apparently feels the need for some companionship tonight,” Gloria said.

“What will she do to that girl?” Audrey asked.

“Anything she wants,” laughed Number Two.

“Am I perverse for wanting to be degraded?” Audrey asked. “I know it seems to be wrong, yet it’s such a wonderful change from my normal life.”

“Yes you are perverse,” laughed Number Four. “But don’t feel bad, we’re all perverse here.”

The room buzzed in agreement.

“What about lesbian sex?” Number Three asked Audrey. “Did you come here for that too?”

“No, although they told me it would likely happen,” Audrey said.

“Has it?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, who was it?” Gloria asked.

“Mistress Jill, yesterday afternoon,” Audrey said in a tiny voice.

“What happened?” Number Three asked.

I saw that Audrey was embarrassed and tried to signal to the others to drop the subject. Audrey saw me.

“Its all right,” she said to me. “I don’t mind talking about it.”

“Ok then,” Three said. “Lets hear it.”

“Well, Mistress Jill allowed me to rest and when I sat down I fell asleep in the paddock. When I woke up she took me into the equipment barn, tied me in a kneeling position, took off all her clothes and pressed her pussy against my mouth.”

“Ooooh,” someone breathed. “Mistress Jill has a nice pussy.”

“You ought to know,” someone else said.

“Shhh, I want to hear Audrey,” Gloria said.

Audrey took a deep breath. “I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue and did what I had to do.”

“Did she come?”

“Yes.”

“Atta girl,” Number Four said. “We’re proud of you.” Everyone applauded.

“How did you feel about it?” I asked Audrey quietly.

She looked thoughtful. “I’m not sure yet. I didn’t hate it, but I didn’t enjoy it either. I was just concentrating very hard on pleasing Mistress Jill.”

“That was your first time ever with a woman?” Number Two asked.

“No,” Audrey shook her head. “There was one time in college when my room mate and I got drunk and she crawled between my legs.”

“Did you like that?”

“I honestly don’t remember,” Audrey said. “I was too intoxicated.” 

“Don’t worry,” Gloria smiled. “You’ll remember what happens to you here.”

“I was a bit surprised to see how much lesbian sex goes on here,” Audrey said.

“We aren’t all lesbians,” Gloria said. “But this is definitely a female oriented farm.”

“Yeah, if you don’t learn to kiss pussies you won’t last long here,” Debbie said.

“Why is it only female?” Audrey asked.

“We’ve had masters,” I said. “But there was an incident several years ago that put a stop to any males working here.”

“What happened?”

THE MUTINOUS MASTER

“Mistress Dina had just passed away and Mistress Karen accepted a male to be a master. He was a tough guy who thought he ought to be in charge. He argued with Mistress Karen, disobeyed her orders and generally created havoc.”

“He was very cruel,” Gloria added. “Which is ok for most of us, but he hated gay men and treated the male ponies horribly, even the straight ones. He whipped one male so bad that he had to be hospitalized.”

“Good heavens!”

“Mistress Karen was furious and told him to pack his things and leave.” I continued. “They had a terrible argument and he slapped her.”

“What?”

“Right on the lawn in front of the house, and that was a big mistake.”

“What happened?”

“Every mistress in sight ran to help Mistress Karen,” Gloria said. “They tackled him and there was a terrible fight. He was very strong, but he was no match for four furious women, especially when Mistress Donna showed up.”

“Mistress Donna is that gorgeous redhead, right?” She looked at Debbie. “The one who branded you?” Donna nodded.

“That’s her,” Gloria confirmed. “She came out of the house, took one look at what was going on and charged in. The guy had just managed to get back to his feet when she did one of those flying drop kicks you see in professional wrestling. She knocked him backwards and sent a couple of the mistresses sprawling too, but before he could get back up she was on him like a panther.”

“Mistress Donna is trained in martial arts,” I explained. “He wasn’t the first man she’d beaten up.”

“And she did a real thorough job on him,” Number Two added. “She almost broke his jaw.”

“Anyway, they overpowered him, stripped him naked and tied him up,” Gloria said. “Mistress Karen was just going to have him thrown off the property but he was swearing and threatening her, saying he’d come back and get his revenge, so the mistresses tied him between posts and whipped him.”

“Well, that sounds like what they do to the males anyway,” Audrey said.

“Yeah, except this was for real and that particular male didn’t enjoy it,” I told her. “They whipped him very, very hard.”

“They took turns,” Gloria said. “And they took photos. After whipping him until he was barely conscious they bent him over a sawhorse and every mistress screwed him up the rectum with a strap on dildo. They took pictures of that too.”

“Actually, from a legal point of view, that could be considered rape,” Audrey observed.”  

“It sure could,” I said. “And whipping him against his will was assault and battery.”

“Is that all they did to him?”

“Nope, the final humiliation was to tie him on his knees and make him suck the cocks of our males.”

“Good God! Did he do it?”

“He refused at first, but Mistress Karen whipped him so hard that he was screaming in pain,” I answered. “She broke him.”

“Broke him?”

“Destroyed his will to resist,” I said. “He was sobbing like a child and begging for mercy.”

“Then what happened?”

“Mistress Karen ordered him to suck the cock of all the males but first she made him beg to do it.”

“Did he?”

“He begged,” I said. “And he sucked those cocks too.”

“My God.”

“The males already hated him,” Gloria said. “And they made the most of his punishment.”

“How?”

“They spurted in his mouth or on his face and they urinated on him too.”

“And pictures were taken of that too,” I said.

“Served him right.”

“Mistress Karen doesn’t normally permit that kind of activity,” I said. “Just that one time.”

“What happened after that?”

“Mistress Karen kept him locked up until he could travel, then showed him the pictures. She told him if he ever came back or did anything to annoy her again, copies of the photos would go to his family, his friends and where ever he might be working at the time.”

“And?”

“They escorted him to the edge of the property, gave him his suitcase and sent him on his way. He was last seen walking down the road and we’ve never heard from him again.”

“It may sound like something out of a bondage fiction novel,” Gloria said. “But it really happened.”

“There was nothing the least bit erotic about that incident,” I said. “It was terrible, but he brought it on himself. After that Mistress Karen wouldn’t allow any more male masters here. The only man here who isn’t a slave is Barney, the truck driver.”

“Who is he?”

“He delivers the produce to town and brings in supplies,” Number Four said.

“But he’s not a master, right?”

“No, but he does enjoy certain privileges,” I said.

“I’ll bet I can guess what they are,” Audrey said wryly. “Sex with the slaves, right?”

“Any time, any where, any girl,” Gloria told her. “But he usually contents himself with the princesses.”

“The who?”

“The house ponies,” Four explained. “We call them the princesses because they are treated so well.”

“Barney likes to select one and bend her over the railing on the back porch,” Gloria said. “Its his favorite place.”

“Why is that?”

“Its very public and he likes to have people watch. When he’s finished he usually leaves the slave tied over the railing until somebody comes along and releases her. They don’t complain though, he’s usually their only chance to get screwed by a man.”

       “I saw him screwing a princess while having a conversation with Mary,” Number Four giggled. “They were discussing his delivery schedule and he never missed a beat.”

“He only screws the house ponies, then?”

“Pretty much,” Gloria said. “But he’s sampled all of us at one time or another. He probably hasn’t noticed you yet so don’t be surprised if you find yourself suddenly bent over the porch railing.”

“Or the tailgate of his truck,” Number Three added. “He likes that too.”

“You’ll see lots of him during the logging season and at harvest,” Three told her.

“What is logging season?”

“In the summer after all the plowing is done we cut trees,” Number Four said. “The farm has a lot of forest land and every year we harvest some of the trees. Mistress Karen has a Forest Service Ranger come out and he selects a few hundred trees to be cut and marks them with spray paint. We go out later and cut them down.”

“You do?”

“Actually the males cut the trees and trim off the limbs, then we women drag the logs to the truck.”

“We don’t clear cut the land and Mistress Karen insists that we don’t damage the environment more than necessary,” Gloria said. “So we keep the logging roads to a minimum. But that means we have to haul those tree trunks a long way sometimes.”

“That sounds like hard work,” Audrey commented.

“Its very hard,” Gloria said. “We have to wear thigh boots to protect our legs from the brush and the mistresses cover our bodies with insect repellent.”

“The work can be exhausting,” Number Two said. “Those logs are so heavy that it takes several teams to get them out. We really have to pull hard, and sometimes the dirt is soft and the logs dig into the ground.”

“There are times when they have to hitch us with male teams,” Gloria said.

“And I’ll bet when you get the log to the truck they bend you over it in a row and let the males screw you, right?”

“No, but that’s a terrific idea.” Number Three said. “We’ll have to pass it along to the mistresses.”

“How long does the logging season last?” Audrey asked.

“All summer, until harvest,” I answered.

“I think I’ll have my son bring me back for a week or two.”

“Great.”

“About Barney,” she asked. “Does he live here?”

“No, he lives in town with his wife and kids.”

“Oh.”

“If you prefer to be dominated by men, there are farms run by masters only,” Number Two said. “There’s a pony ranch in Utah run by men. Female slaves only.“

“And a terrific one in Texas,” Number Three interjected.

“Boy, that’s for sure,” Two agreed. “We’ve been there.”

THE TEXAS PONY RANCH

“What makes it so special?” Audrey asked.

“Its run by a family of very dominant men,” Three said. “All of the ponies are women and most are in the family. They’re into the third generation of pony slaves.”

“Incredible!” gasped Audrey.

“The men only marry women who are willing to become ponies and the daughters are raised to be pony girls.”

“What if the daughters don’t want to be pony girls?” Audrey asked.

“They aren’t forced,” I answered. “The girls are sent to college. When they graduate they can choose to return and resume being ponies or to live any other life style they want. Over the years a few have chosen not to become ponies.”

“How did you learn all that?”

“I talked to the lead pony,” I said. “She’s the matriarch of the family and still wears harness. We were hitched to posts and watching her teenaged granddaughters being trained. The girls were working very hard and kept looking to see if their grandmother was watching.”

“Were they naked?” Audrey asked.

“Of course. We all were,” I said. “Including the grandmother.”

“How old is she?”

“She’s in her sixties and she looks terrific,” I said. “She’s still being loaned out to visitors.”

“Oh, come on now,” Audrey said in disbelief.

“Its true,” Number Three said. “That lady is in great demand.”

“At her age?”

My whole team nodded.

“I just hope I look half as good when I’m her age,” Debbie said.

“Are all their pony girls in the family?” Audrey asked.

“No, they have a few outside ponies and they train women for other masters,” Three told her.

“One of their ponies has run in races all over the world and she’s never lost one.” I said. “She’s the daughter of the matriarch and mother of one of the teenaged girls I saw.”

“She’s in her forties and the family still gets offers from people wanting to buy her,” Three said.

“Permanently,” Gloria added.

“People want to buy her permanently?” Audrey asked.

“Every time she competes someone tries to buy her,” Number Three said. “Her husband has auctioned her off for some pretty high prices, but only for temporary periods.”

“Some very wealthy and famous people have offered to buy her permanently,” I said. “But he won’t sell her.”

“Why not?”

“Because he loves her.”

“It’s rumored that that someone once offered over a million dollars for her,” Two said. “But the family turned it down.”

“I’ve heard that the offer is still open,” Debbie said.

“It is,” conformed Gloria. “The offer still stands and they get a call once a month to see if they are ready to accept it.”

“Think what it would be like to have someone offer a million dollars for you,” Number Two mused.

“Yeah,” whispered Number Four.

“She must be incredibly beautiful,” Audrey said.

“Not really, she’s pretty and has a nice body,” Three said. “If you saw her on the street you’d think she was an ordinary housewife with a pretty face and a sweet disposition.”

“Until you see her in harness taking a whipping,” someone interjected.

“Why?” Audrey asked.

“Because she is a fantastic masochist,” I answered. “She goes wild under the whip.”

“That’s for sure,” Number Four said.

“Yeah, she’s incredible,” Two said. “But out of harness she looks like nothing special.”

“What makes her so popular,” Audrey asked.

“She’s a terrific masochist,” I said. “An incorrigible exhibitionist, and she is the fastest racing pony on earth.”

“No,” Audrey said in disbelief. “At her age?”

Everyone nodded solemnly. Audrey’s eyes widened as she realized we were serious. “She sounds like the perfect pony girl.”

“Pretty much,” Three said.

“More than that though, she has charisma,” I added. “You instinctively like her the moment you meet her.”

“There’s something about her that drives men crazy,” Number Four said.

“Not just men,” Gloria said. “That million dollar offer is from a woman.”

“What ever she’s got, if she could bottle it, I’d buy ten gallons,” said Number Two.

“Do you know what a kurbash is?” Gloria asked.

“I’ve no idea,” Audrey replied.

“Its a horrible whip used by Turks and Arabs. It’s made from rhinoceros skin. It can kill people.”

“Oh?”

“The woman we’re talking about was whipped with a kurbash on a safari in Africa. She told us that she screamed so much that she lost her voice for several days.”

“That’s horrible.”

“She doesn’t think so, she constantly pesters her husband to use it on her again,” I said.

“The whip has become a family treasure,” Four said. “They keep it on display in their stable.”

“I’ve seen it,” Number Two said shuddering. “It’s terrifying.”

“Wonderfully terrifying,” Gloria added.

Audrey stared at her. “Have you been whipped with it?”

Gloria nodded.

“I didn’t know that,” I gasped.

“I received just one stroke,” Gloria said. “But it was pure hell.”

“How did that happen?”

“The master of the ranch took a fancy to me and borrowed me for a few hours. He took me into their private stable, tied me over a punishment horse and whipped me half silly with normal whips. Then he screwed me until I was a babbling idiot.”

“He is rather good at doing that to a woman,” I said.

“You should know,” Number Three said.

I smiled cattily.

“He’s also the husband of that middle aged woman we told you about,” I said.

“And his own daughter is a pony girl?”

“Yep.”

“God in Heaven.”

“When he finished screwing me he left me tied to the horse and left. The kurbash was on the wall in front of me and I stared at it for about an hour,” Gloria continued. “I’d heard about it and was afraid of it, but the longer I looked at it the more fascinated I became. When he came back I begged him to whip me with it.”

“Did he?”

“Yes.”

“Where did he hit you?”

“Around my ribs and across my breasts,” Gloria said. “He strung me up by my wrists then took the kurbash down and put on an impressive display of spinning it around me, cracking it close to my skin without touching me and then whirling it over his head until it made a deep terrible droning sound.”

“We heard that sound from a hundred yards away,” I said. “I didn’t know what it was but it scared me.”

The rest of the team nodded.

“I became so frightened that told him I’d changed my mind and begged him not to hit me with the kurbash,” Gloria said. “But he didn’t listen. He kept that horrid thing droning louder and louder until it sounded like a swarm of hornets from hell. I was screaming in terror and fighting my ropes.”

“My God,” whispered Audrey.

“Then the kurbash struck me,” Gloria said. She lifted her arm and touched her ribs. “It got me here, wrapped around my back and crashed across both my nipples so hard that I fainted.”

“It hit you only once?” I asked.

Gloria nodded.

“Did you have an orgasm?” Audrey asked.

“I don’t know,” Gloria said. “I was unconscious. But I had an orgasm later just from thinking about it.”

“What?”

“He left me hanging all afternoon. When I woke up the pain was so bad that I thought I’d been burned. The whip was draped around my neck. It was heavy and felt like a python on my shoulders. I began to imagine that it was moving like a snake. I hung there remembering the feel of that whip and I got so excited that I had a teensy delicious little orgasm.”

“Just from a memory?”

Gloria nodded.

“So they only have pony girls?” Audrey asked after a long silence. “No males on that farm?”

“Right, the only pony boys are visitors.”

“The ranch is enormous,” Two said. “You can run for miles and miles and their stables can hold hundreds of ponies. But the ponies don’t work outdoors like we do.”

“Why not?”

“There isn’t enough privacy,” Three said. “The country is flat with very few trees and people driving by would notice naked women working the fields.”

“And all the ranches have private airstrips,” Four added. “Airplanes fly over all day long.”

“Why did you go there?” Audrey asked.

“We go there for pony shows,” Three answered. “We’ve won first or second place every year.” She proudly pointed to the blue and red ribbons displayed over my stall.

“Oh,” Audrey said. “I’m impressed.”

“They put the ribbons over Number One’s stall because she’s the lead,” Number Two said. “The big trophies are kept in a display case in the house.” 

“What do you do to win trophies?” Audrey asked.

“The rest of us get them for being excellent ponies,” Two said. “ But Number One gets awards for eating pussies.”

“And sucking cocks,” added Number Three.

“And getting screwed,” said Number Four.

I stuck my tongue out at them.

“That place sounds interesting but I prefer to stay here,” Audrey said. “So I suppose I’d better get used to kissing pussies. Pretty soon too it sounds like.”

“Why?”

“I heard a mistress say that I am going to double crossed with another slave,” she said. “And I’m curious, what exactly does that mean?”

The room went dead silent and every eye turned to me. For the first time since I became a pony girl, I blushed.  

Note: Shackleford Bond is the pen name for Mary Elizabeth Moore, a fifty five year old grandmother living in Denver, Colorado.