Number One Pony

Number One Pony

NUMBER FOUR’S EMERGENCY FURLOUGH

I was awakened at three in the morning when Mistress Karen and Mistress Stephanie came into the stable. They woke up Number Four and Mistress Karen took her into the main house. Mistress Stephanie was the duty mistress that night. She came to my stall.

“Your Number Four got an emergency phone call,” she told me quietly. “Her brother was in a car accident.”

“Oh dear, have you any idea how bad it is?”

“Not yet. She’s on the phone with the family now.”

Number Four returned fifteen minutes later. “I’m to be dressed for travel,” she told Mistress Stephanie.

Mistress Stephanie turned toward the storage lockers, then paused. She unlocked my stall and motioned for me to come along. Number Four looked grateful. In the storage room Mistress Stephanie opened Four’s locker and left. I stood with Four while she got dressed and packed a small suitcase.

“My brother crashed his police car during a chase,” Four told me. “He has a broken leg and other minor injuries but they don’t think he’s in any serious danger.”

“Thank goodness for that,” I said.

“Yeah, but I still have to go home. My mom will be a basket case and somebody will have to take care of her or she’ll spend every waking minute at his bedside.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“She’ll drive everybody crazy, find fault with everything the doctors and nurses do, and he’ll never get a minute’s rest. If I’m there I can keep her at home and out of everybody’s hair.”

By the time she was finished Mistress Karen had returned. “Mary is on the phone arranging a plane ticket to Dallas,” she said. “The earliest flight is at six twenty and she is going to drive you to the airport.”

“Thank you lady.”

“You may wait in the house until Mary is ready to go,” Mistress Karen said. “You may wait with her Number One.”

We sat in the living room like normal women, except that Number Four was dressed and I was naked. One of the house ponies brought us coffee and breakfast rolls. Even at three in the morning she was immaculate in patent leather harness and heels.

“I didn’t know that your brother was a policeman,” I said.

“My big brother,” she said proudly. “He’s been my hero all my life. In fact, he’s why I became a slave.”

“How is that?”

“Ever since I was a little girl I’ve been turned on by bondage,” she said. “When I was eight I saw a comic book about a girl rabbit who was captured by an evil cat and tied up.”

“Was that a pornographic book?” I asked.

“No, it was a children’s book, and the little rabbit was a preteen with barely any boobies and she wore panties, but for some reason the drawings of her tied to a post turned me on.”

“What happened to her? Did the evil feline eat her?”

“No,” she laughed. “She was rescued by a brave little dog who chased the cat up a tree.”

“Is that it?”

“Yes, she didn’t have sex with the dog either,” Four laughed. “But that book made me hot every time I looked at it. I wanted to be tied up and have something happen to me. I just wasn’t sure what it should be.  

“When I was fourteen I took a set of handcuffs off my brother’s gun belt and put them on myself. I had an orgasm the instant I clicked them on my wrists.”

“I think I can understand,” I chuckled.

“Yeah, but the problem was that I didn’t have a key and I had to wear them until he came home.”

“Did you have them in front or behind your back?”

“I started in front, then wriggled around until I had them behind my back.”

“You must have been pretty flexible.”

“I was at that age. I could step through my arms. I wish I was still that agile”

“What did your brother do when he came home?”

“Actually my parents came home first, so I hid in my room and pretended to be asleep. When my brother came in I snuck into his room and begged him to release me.”

“What was his reaction?”

“He teased me lot before he’d unlock them,” she said.

“Teased you? Did he touch you?” I asked shocked.

“No, not like that. He just gave me a hard time about being inquisitive and getting into his stuff. He had no idea that I was sexually aroused,” she said. “He finally released me and put the handcuffs away.”

I was relieved.

“After that I wore the handcuffs every chance I got,” she continued. “But I made sure I had a key handy. I’d wait until no one was home then take my clothes off and handcuff myself in the nude. I practiced until I could get loose from just about any position. Very soon I was masturbating wearing handcuffs.”

My pussy was starting to tingle.

“I became very daring,” Four went on. “I’d walk around the house naked wearing the handcuffs. I’d open the all the curtains then walk past the windows or I’d stand just out of sight of the neighbors and touch myself until I came.”

She giggled. “One morning the mailman pushed a bunch of letters through the mail slot just as I was walking past. It startled me and I squealed in surprise.”

“I take it that you were naked?” I interrupted.

“Uh huh, and the fright almost made me have an orgasm, so the next day I waited inside the door on my knees. I fantasized about the mailman pushing his penis through the mail slot.”

“You knew about oral sex at fourteen?” I asked.

“I was sixteen when that happened,” she said. “I’d been playing with my brother’s handcuffs for two years, and by then I’d seen a few porn movies at my girlfriend’s house, so yeah, I knew.”

“Ok, go on.”

“I liked risk taking so much that I would watch for my parents and wait until their car drove into the garage before running back to my room. Then I’d listen to hear the back door open before removing the handcuffs and putting my clothes on.”

“Did you ever get caught?”

“No, but I came close a few times, and it added to the thrill.” She thought for a moment. “The closest call was with my brother and one of his friends.”

“What happened?”

I was wearing his handcuffs when he came home with a buddy. I was lying on his bed in a hogtie.”

I raised my eyebrows in question.

“I tied my ankles together with rope, left a loop in the rope and hooked the handcuffs through the loop,” she explained. “I was grinding my breasts against the mattress pretending I was some man’s prisoner when I heard the front door open. I rolled off the bed and wriggled under it just seconds before they came into the room.”

“And they didn’t see you?”

“No.”

“And let me guess, you were frightened but very turned on, right?”

“Boy, was I ever!”

“What happened?”

“They talked for a while, then my brother took a shower and his pal sat on the bed and talked to him through the open door.” She rolled her eyes. “I dropped the handcuff key when they came in, and the friend picked it up and put it on the dresser. That frightened me because if my brother saw it he’d know I was playing with his handcuffs again, and he might go looking for me.”

“Did he?”

“No, thank God

“I’ll bet you had an orgasm.”

“Oh yes. I started to quietly untie myself,” she said. “But then I changed my mind and I rubbed my breasts slowly against the carpet while I watched their feet. When I came I had to grit my teeth very hard to keep from screaming. I had carpet burns on my boobies for days.”

“How long were you under the bed?” I asked, crossing my legs very tightly.

“About forty five minutes. After his shower my brother got dressed and they went out.”

“How did you get loose?”

“I rolled out from under the bed and tried to untie the rope. It took a while, but with a lot of straining and huffing and puffing I managed to get the rope off my ankles. Then I just stood up and got the key off the dresser. The instant I got the handcuffs off my knees gave way under me.”

“Did you have sexual feelings toward your brother?” I asked.

“Maybe a tiny bit,” she said. “But I think it’s more that I wanted to have sex with a man just like him. He represented everything I wanted a strong male to be.”

I nodded.

“When I was older I went to the police supply store and bought a pair of handcuffs for myself,” Four continued. “At first they wouldn’t sell them to me because I was too young but I told them that I was buying them for my brother, and they knew him, so I got them after all.”

“Clever girl,” I said.

“Yes, except the clerk mentioned it to my brother a few weeks later. He came home and asked me what I was doing buying handcuffs. So I had to tell him.”

“Uh oh. What was his reaction?”

“Actually, he was ok. He’s a lot older than I am and very wise, and he understood kinky sex. He asked if I was having sex with anyone, and believed me when I told him that I wasn’t, then he just advised me to be careful and make sure that I could trust the person before I allowed anyone to put me in bondage.”

“Good advice.”

“Yeah, but he needn’t have worried,” she said wryly. “Any boy that asked me out knew who my big brother was and no one wanted to get him angry. I was as safe as in church. If I went out on a date the guy would be afraid to even kiss me good night.”

“You poor thing,” I laughed.

“It’s not funny,” she said. “I was almost twenty before I lost my virginity.”

“Were you wearing handcuffs at the time?”

“Yes I was,” she smiled. “And it was terrific.”

“Did the man know what he was doing?” I asked.

“He sure did. He wasn’t much older than me but he was already experienced at kinky sex. He did all the things I’d fantasized about.”

“Which was . . ?”

“He spanked me, slapped my breasts, pinched my nipples and made me crawl and beg. He even made me kneel and suck his cock. Then he handcuffed me to his bed and fucked me.” She sighed. “I thought I was in heaven.”

“What happened to him? Did your brother find out?”

“No, it was none of his business,” Four replied. “I had sex with that guy off and on for a couple of years, but he wasn’t my boyfriend.”

“Oh?”

“He was an amateur photographer and had several girls who modeled for him. They submitted to him sexually too.” She paused. “He was unattractive, had bad teeth, rarely shaved or even combed his hair, but he had the knack for getting women. One of his bondage models was a married woman in her thirties.”

“Did you know her?”

“Yes, we live in a small suburb of Dallas and everybody know everybody. She worked in a bakery and stopped off at the kinky guy’s apartment every day after work.”

“Did he tell you about her?”

“No, I was passing his place one afternoon and saw her leaving, so the next time I had sex with him I got out of bed while he was sleeping and looked through his boxes of photographs. Sure enough, there were hundreds of pictures of her in bondage.”

“Were you jealous?” I asked.

“Oh no,” she replied. “Just surprised. I knew her kids from school, and her husband is a friend of my dad but it didn’t affect my relationship with the guy at all.”

“So you kept letting him tie you up, eh?”

“Sure, he is a kinky devil who knows ways to drive a woman out of her mind.”

“What ways?”

“Oh, by simply teasing my pussy while I was tied so tightly that I could barely breathe, let alone move. He would tickle me for hours with feathers and such.”

“Is that all?”

“He made me obey him, but that wasn’t a problem. I really liked obeying him and I would have done anything he wanted.”

“Anything?” I asked.

“Absolutely anything, no matter how disgusting or perverted. What ever he wanted of me, I would have done it for him. Obedience was the most erotic thing imaginable. I must have had three or four orgasms every time we got together, and that was usually before he tied me to the bed.”

“How disgusting did he get?”

“Nothing too bad, the worst was anal sex, and I got used to that pretty quickly.”

“Yeah.”

“He also introduced me to pussy ropes.”

“You hadn’t worn one before?”

“Nope. I’d never dreamed of doing something like that, but one afternoon he tied a rope through my pussy lips and led me around his apartment on a leash. It was fantastic. After that I wore ropes through my vagina all the time.”

“All the time?”

“To school, to church, to my job at the hamburger stand and all around the house. I finally had to force myself to stop wearing them.”

“Why?’

“Read an article about women losing sensitivity by overusing vibrators,” She said. “And I was concerned that a pussy rope might do the same thing.”

“That makes sense,” I said.

“So I cut back to wearing them only when I tied myself up,” she told me.

“Did you model for that guy?” I asked.

“Not in those days, I didn’t have the nerve,” she said. “I wasn’t in love with him or anything, but I trusted him and he taught me a lot about bondage. Eventually we drifted apart and I had a few other lovers, some who weren’t even kinky, but I finally realized that I was a natural born slave and came here. Years later on furlough I ran into him and I posed for him in bondage.”

“What about sex with women?” I asked. “Did he introduce you to that too?”

“No, he wasn’t involved. I seduced a girlfriend when I was twenty,” she said. “I talked her into tying me, then ‘forcing’ me to submit.”

“Did you always have lesbian tendencies?”

“No, none actually, but the photographer had lots of pictures of girls together. I was turned on by the submission more than the sex and I wanted to be compelled to do something I wouldn’t normally do.”

“So you talked your friend into tying you?”

“Right.”

“Was she gay?”

“No, but she was intrigued when I offered to let her tie me up. She tied me to her bed, then just stood looking at me. I had never felt so vulnerable and exposed,” Four said. “And I liked it.”

“What happened?”

“We looked at each other for a long time, then I opened my knees another inch and off came her panties.”

I had to recross my legs very tightly.

“She crawled up the bed like a cat,” Four said. “She dragged her nipples over my body and when she reached my face she kissed me for about a hundred years.”

“Oh my,” I whispered.

“Then she straddled my face and I kissed a woman’s pussy for the first time in my life,” she continued. “And she kept me on that bed all afternoon.”

“Did you make her come?”

“Yes, several times,” she said proudly.

“Did she return the favor?”

“No, she wouldn’t touch me,” Four said. “But when she untied me she told me to play with myself while she watched. I looked into her eyes while I masturbated and when I came it was almost as good as real sex.”

“Does your family know what you do here?” I asked after a long silence.

“My brother does.”

“Uh oh,” I said.

“No, its ok,” she said. “I told everyone that I am employed by the government, and made it sound like I work at a secret facility. He didn’t believe me and did some checking. He found out about us.”

“What did he do?”

“He confronted me and we talked it over. I told him the truth and didn’t hold anything back. I was honest with him when I explained my submissive nature, and told him that I didn’t want to get married or have kids, or a have a career or make lots of money. I told him that I belonged here and that I was safe and happy. I told him about my friends, especially you, Two and Three.”

“How did he take it?” 

“He grumbled a bit but he accepted it when I told him that we have a pension plan.”

“You must be kidding!” I laughed.

She shook her head. “Nope, that was the clincher. He’s ok with my slavery so long as I’m financially secure.”

“Has he visited the farm?” I asked.

“God no,” she said. “I don’t mind him knowing that I’m a slave, but I’d die if he actually saw me in harness.”

She sighed.

“On the other hand, I wish there was some way that he could see how I live without seeing me naked. I’d love to show him around and introduce him to you and my other sisters.”

“I wonder if there was a way we could show him a sanitized version of our lifestyle,” I said.

“What, have a family day once a year? Invite our parents and grandparents?”

“Sure. Have everyone wear clothes for a day.”

“That would be something,” she laughed. “Imagine the teams in harness over shorts and tee shirts, prancing around with innocent expressions on our faces.”

“And the mistresses armed with ping pong paddles instead of whips,” I added.

“We could have Mary conduct tours,” Four giggled. “One look at her would convince everyone that nothing sexy happens here.”

“Do you think your brother would buy it?” I asked.

“Not a chance. He’d see through it in a heartbeat,” she said. “So I made him promise never to come here. And he promised never to tell my folks.”

“Sounds like you have a pretty neat brother,” I said.

“He’s wonderful,” she said. “You should let me introduce you some day.”

“Is he into domination?” I joked.

“What man isn’t?” she laughed. “Besides, he’s a cop. A tough Alpha male who ties up his girlfriend.”

“How do you know?” I asked.

“She told me.”

  

Mary came in wearing a shabby old robe. She handed Four an envelope full of money.

“This ought to get you by for several weeks,” she said. “And you can access more through your credit card if necessary. Your plane ticket will be waiting at the airport and I called your father with your flight number. He’ll meet you in Dallas.”

“Thank you ma am.”

“Give me a moment to get dressed and we’ll be on our way.”

Mistress Karen came in. “Take as much time as you need,” she told Four. “And call us when you know more about your brother’s condition.” She gave Four a long hug, then left.

Mary came back and I walked them out to the car. I gave Four a hug and watched them drive away. Mistress Stephanie stuck her head out of the stable door and motioned me to come inside. The night air was cool and it was nice to curl up in my cot.

The next morning after all the teams were harnessed and fed, Mistress Eve told everyone why Number Four was absent. There were murmurs of sympathy, which the mistresses permitted, then it was off to work.

Mistress Eve tied us to a hitching rail then disappeared. She came back leading Audrey and brought the mechanic bitch Paula too.

“Oh no,” muttered Number Two. “What’s she doing here?”

Mistress Eve teamed Audrey in Four’s place and clipped a leash from my collar to Paula’s. She walked us out of the farmyard and both Two and Three snorted loudly to let her know that they didn’t think that Paula had the right to walk beside me. They thought that she ought to walk behind us.

I headed for the fields but Mistress Eve turned us up the hill.

“My, my,” Number Two murmured. “A change of pace.”

Mistress Eve took us to the pump house. Now I understood why Paula was with us.