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VISITING AUDREY
Audrey invited me to stay at her house on my next furlough so the following month I went and we had a wonderful time. I brought along several sets of harness, including the lightweight kind that can be worn under clothing, and a pair of vibrating chastity belts. Audrey was delighted and giggled while I strapped the harness on her body. (I included two rather wicked dildoes.). Then she returned the favor for me. We put on dresses and she took me on a tour of San Francisco.
Her chauffeur drove us around the city but at one point we got onto a cable car and rode it to the top of its track, with those vibrators buzzing away inside us. Then we walked all the way back to the car. We both had to stop and catch our breath several times.
In the evening she sent her servants home and we had the house to ourselves. We put on work harness and paraded around the house. After dark we went outside and walked in the gardens. Audrey’s lawns are so big that there was no chance that anyone could see us from the street or a neighbor’s house. I assumed the role of dominant again and tethered her to a tree. I strapped her arms wide apart to limbs, ran a very tight pussy rope to another tree and snubbed it taut, then I went inside and browsed through her library and found a good book to read. When I went back out several hours later Audrey was trembling with excitement. I undid the pussy rope, knelt and used my tongue to send her into ecstasy. Afterwards we cooked a snack still wearing out harness. That night I strapped Audrey to her bed and licked her pussy until she begged me to stop.
The next day she hosted a morning cocktail party and introduced me to some of her friends. Again we wore the light harness and I included a set of vibrators with random timers inside Audrey. She had to entertain her guests never knowing when a vibrator was going to turn itself on inside her body. She was very good at concealing her emotions and no one noticed anything out of the ordinary except me. I managed not to giggle when I saw that her champagne glass was suddenly shaking in her hand.
She introduced me to several famous people, including a very well known movie star named Jane (not her real name of course.) The actress looked at me very strangely, and struck up a conversation. We strolled slowly across the room and when we were alone she asked if we had ever met before.
“Oh no,” I said. “But it’s a pleasure to meet you. I like your films.”
“Are you sure we’ve never met?” she persisted. “Do you ever go to Texas?”
“Well, yes I do,” I said. “I usually travel down there once a year.”
“And do you stay with friends on a ranch near Del Rio?”
My mouth dropped open. “Oh my God!”
She nodded knowingly. “I thought I recognized you. We met at the Albers ranch three years ago. You won second place in the four hundred yard chariot race, I came in third.”
“And the lady of the house won first place,” I said.
“Janet Albers,” she chuckled, (also not the lady’s real name), “Who was my roommate in college. She introduced me to her particular lifestyle and her husband trained me.”
“This is incredible,” I whispered in awe. “You’re a pony girl?”
She grabbed my arm and dragged me to a couch. “I sure am,” she said proudly. “Trained and experienced, and the funny thing is I went to their ranch to lose weight, not to become a pony slave.”
I looked at her in confusion.
“I had a terrible weight problem,” Jane explained. “I’d porked up so much that I was being passed over for roles. I’d tried every thing to lose weight but nothing worked, so Janet’s husband told me he would force the weight off me if I gave him three months of absolute obedience. I was desperate and agreed, but had no idea what I was getting myself in for.”
“I’ve seen that gentleman in action,” I said. “When he says something, he means it.”
“Oh yes,” she agreed. “I knew that Janet was a sex slave to her husband but I really didn’t know what that meant. I assumed that they just played around with bondage from time to time.”
“What married couple doesn’t?” I agreed.
“Exactly,” she said. “Well, I soon found out what passes for sexual slavery in the Albers household, and it wasn’t what I expected.
I giggled.
“I didn’t expect that I’d have to become a slave,” Jane said. When I arrived he stripped me naked on the driveway, put a collar on me, marched me to the barn and kept me there for three solid months.”
I nodded understandingly. My pussy tingled with the thought. I’ve been under Master Albers’ control for a few hours at a time, three months would be heavenly.
“He worked me mercilessly,” Jane said. “He taught me pony discipline from drudgery to dressage. I had to run and lift weights and pull heavy wagons, and he whipped me when I didn’t please him.”
I smiled at her. “I’ve been whipped by that man, and I’ll never forget it.”
“Neither will I,” she said.
“Did you like it?”
“Absolutely not! At least, not at first.”
“But you grew to enjoy it, right?”
She rolled her eyes in agreement. “Janet helped me,” she said. “She volunteered to live with me and spent the entire three months living in the stall next to mine.”
“And she was nude too, I’ll bet.”
“Yes, and without her I don’t think I would have been able to bear it. But at the end of the three months not only had I lost the weight but I’d turned kinky and become a pony slave to boot,” she said wryly, “The day eventually came when things clicked into place for me.”
“Turned kinky, or just let the monster inside you get out?”
“Oh, the monster,” she shrugged. “There must have been a wicked demon inside me all along, and she turned me into the kinkiest slut on earth when she emerged.”
“Tell me about it.”
“I was trotting along a dusty road pulling a cart, when suddenly I realized that I didn’t have to struggle. I was running lightly and the cart wasn’t heavy anymore.”
I nodded.
“I ran faster,” Jane said. “And I felt like I was flying over the ground. It was glorious. And my belly was tingling.”
“Were you pulling a sulky or a chariot?”
“It was a clunky old work car loaded with sandbags for extra weight. When Master saw that I was no longer straining he let me run to my heart’s content. Afterwards he took me to the barn and harnessed me to a light racing sulky. I could hardly stand still and once we were outside again he sat in it and away we went!”
I remembered the first time I felt happy running in harness. “I know the feelings you had,” I said. “It’s pure freedom, as if you have wings on your feet.”
“God, yes,” she smiled. “He let me run for miles. I was so proud of myself, and very sexually aroused, and when we got back Master Albers gave the screwing of my life.” Her eyes took on a dreamy look. “I’ll never forget it.”
“Yes, he’s pretty good at that too,” I smiled.
She nodded deeply. “After he made me experience the most fantastic orgasm ever, I begged him to whip me. That’s when the demon came out.”
“Did you already like the whip?” I asked.
“Not quite then,” she answered. “But I wanted to be whipped to show my appreciation to him. I learned to love the whip when the next afternoon he hung his wife by her wrists and whipped her until she was shrieking with delight. I’d seen him whip her before, but this time he really laid it on. He put all his strength into the blows and Janet’s skin was covered with welts. Janet went into a series of orgasms and as I watched her, something changed inside me. I became very excited.”
“I know that feeling,” I whispered.
“I pressed my breasts between the bars of my stall and asked him to whip me too,” Jane continued. “He dragged me out of the stall, hung me beside Janet and whipped my body into utter ecstasy!”
“Did you have an orgasm?”
“Yes, I did,” she said softly. “Suddenly I wasn’t afraid and I discovered how to erase everything from my mind. No ex husbands, no agents, or producers or movie contracts, just myself, dissolving into pure sexual sensation. After that I stopped worrying about my weight and concentrated on becoming a good little sex doll. I could have stayed in that barn for the rest of my life.”
“I understand completely,” I said. “Did he train you to dressage or just pony labor?”
“Both, after I crossed the hurdle he trained me to dressage, which I loved, and it came easy.”
“Oh?”
“I’d been trained as a dancer before I became an actress, and I’m not shy about being looked at, so dressage was thrilling for me. Of course, that didn’t stop him from whipping me painfully when I messed up.”
“I assume that he didn’t give you away as a sex toy,” I said.
“He sure did,” she said. “Why do you think he wouldn’t?”
“To protect your identity.”
“Oh, yes, well he did give me to people, in fact he trotted us out one evening and handed us over to a few of his male friends. He protected my anonymity by making us wear slave hoods.”
“Ooooh. And what did they do to you?”
“Oh, the usual,” she said airily. “They spanked us, and fondled our boobs and made us suck their cocks and screwed us and made us eat each other’s pussy while they watched.”
“Ah, yes,” I agreed, “The usual.”
“And it wasn’t just to his guests either,” she added, “During my training he gave me to his sons, the stable master and his assistants, and the ranch hands. For the last six weeks I spent at least three hours a day either flat on my back or on my knees.”
“What, no mailmen?”
“Could have been, I was blindfolded much of the time.” Jane chuckled. “I’d never had group sex before, so being a sex slave for lots of men wasn’t routine for me yet.”
“I’ve been a sex slave for almost eighteen years, and trust me, it still isn’t routine.”
“Eighteen years?” she marveled.
“Since I was twenty two years old.”
She frowned in confusion. “But you can’t be over thirty two.”
“I’m forty,” I laughed.
“My God,” she gasped. “The life style must agree with you.”
“It does,” I said, “But what about you?”
“I’ve been a pony for five years,” Jane answered. “But only hit or miss.”
“What about women?” I asked. “Did Master Albers have to train you to be a lesbian?”
Jane rolled her eyes wryly. “I’d never had sex with a woman before but he made me practice on his wife, his mother, his daughter and niece, the cook, and a lot of female guests. What about you?”
I nodded slowly and emphatically. “I had to learn to be a lesbian. It was new to me at first but I practice every chance I get.”
She raised her eyebrows questioningly. I lowered my lids and smiled seductively. She blushed and crossed her legs.
“Would you like to get away to someplace private?” I asked. “Or would you prefer to continue your story?”
She glanced at all the people in the room. “I’d better finish my story,” she said. “But I’d prefer to take you up on your offer.”
I edged a little closer to her.
“By the end of my training I was well trained, well fucked and had lost thirty pounds,” Jane smiled. “And I hated to leave.”
“Why did you?” I asked. “Why not stay?”
“I had to get back to Hollywood or risk losing my acting career.”
“I suppose it’s easier for me, since I’m not a world famous movie star,” I said. “But I would have a hard time leaving the life style.”
“I thought long and hard about staying on the ranch,” she smiled sadly. “If only there was a way to live that life permanently.”
“It is wonderful,” I agreed. “I should know.”
She looked at me curiously.
“I live in a slave stable.”
Her mouth dropped open.
“Well, I’d say that the weight training paid off,” I said. “You look pretty slim and trim.”
“So do you,” she said. “I suppose you went through the same thing when you were trained.”
“Pretty much,” I agreed.
“What did you mean, you live in a stable,” she asked. She glanced at my hand and saw that I wore no wedding ring.
“I’m a full time pony,” I told her.
“Oh, come on now,” she said in disbelief. “Even Janet isn’t full time.”
I just smiled proudly.
“Are you serious?” she asked. “Where do you live?”
I told her of the farm.
Her eyes grew huge. “I’ve heard of that farm,” she said. “But I’m not sure I believe the stories. They sound too good to be true.”
I just smiled at her.
“Do you really live as a slave full time?” she demanded.
“Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week,” I said proudly. “We get one weekend off a month, and this happens to be mine.”
“Tell me all about it,” she said eagerly.
I related our lifestyle at the farm. She hung on every word. When I finished she shook her head in awe.
“The life must suit you,” she said. “You look wonderful. I thought that you must be a dancer or a fitness instructor or something.”
“Well, I dance for guests,” I said, “My team is very good at dressage, but the conditioning comes from pulling a plow all day.”
“You actually pull a plow?” she whispered in awe. “Tell me about it.”
When I finished she was squirming on the couch.
“Oh, how I’d love to do that,” she said wistfully. “Do you work alone or with other people?”
“We don’t use the term people,” I said. “We like to be called ponies, and I’m lead pony on a four place team. We’ve been together for three years now.”
“And you actually pull a plow all day?”
“Yes, or a wagon, or do other hard physical work. It’s wonderful, life is simple, the sex is fantastic and so is the punishment.” I paused, “And I’ve been branded,” I said proudly.
She clapped her hand over her mouth to suppress a squeal.
“You aren’t joking?” she managed to gasp a moment later.
I shook my head.
“Where?”
I leaned close. “Just above my pussy,” I whispered.
Jane sat stunned for a few moments. She stared off into space, then literally shook herself. “Do you have sex with both men and women?” she asked.
“Of course.”
“Which do you prefer?”
“Men,” I told her, “But since the farm is female oriented I have more sex with women than men.”
“Is that all right with you?”
“Oh yes, in fact I like it now.”
“I was compelled to have sex with Janet while I was in training,” Jane said quietly. She looked faintly embarrassed. “It was very strange at first, until . . .”
“Until?”
“We were ordered to make love to each other in front of an audience,” Jane blushed deeply.
“And being watched turned you on, right?”
“Yes.”
I leaned close and looked into her eyes. “I’ll bet you and Janet were tied together with your faces between each other’s legs.”
Jane’s eyed widened and she went pale.
“On an X shaped cross?” I persisted teasingly.
She nodded slowly.
“Let me guess,” I said. “That hidden demon really came out then, right?”
“God, did she ever!”
“I’ve been with Janet too,” I said, “In the same position. Her sons tied us to the cross and left us there for hours.”
Jane covered her mouth with her hand.
“Everyone watched us,” I went on, “Dozens of people, and we loved it.”
Jane seemed unable to speak, she just nodded faintly.
“At our farm we have crosses that rotate very slowly,” I whispered, “I’ve spent the entire day on a cross with another woman.” I looked across the room at Audrey who looked the epitome of the well bred, utterly ladylike woman of dignity.
Jane was glassy eyed.
“What about you?” I asked seductively, “Are you good with your tongue too?”
Jane blushed. “I’ve learned how to be.”
“Then why don’t you come and visit me at the farm,” I suggested. “Maybe you could work with my team for a day or two, and I would love to spend some time on a cross together.”
Her mouth dropped open.
“I’ve thought about going up there for a visit,” she said. “I’d love to if I could be sure that my identity wouldn’t be compromised.”
“You would be quite safe,” I told her. “Our head mistress has an obsession about protecting our privacy.”
“I wish I could be sure,” she sighed. “I’d give anything to spend some time in harness.”
“Don’t you ever get to do that?” I asked.
“Sometimes,” she said. “My husband is a master and he dominates me at home when we have the time, which isn’t very often.”
“If your husband is a master why did you have to go to Texas?” I asked.
“Oh, I wasn’t married to him at the time,” she said. “We met later and when he asked me to marry him I told him of my perverse secret. He loves me enough to accept it, and to take the time to learn to be a master.”
“That’s wonderful,” I said. “It’s very romantic.”
“Yes, and guess who taught him?” she laughed.
“Master Albers, from Texas?”
“You got it.”
“Wouldn’t your husband object to you submitting to someone else?”
“No, he understands that its part of pony life. He takes me to pony meetings and loans me out. We usually go to the Albers ranch, and we’ve been to ranches in Scotland and Germany, so he wouldn’t mind if I submit to someone else, but he would be very concerned if my secret got out.”
“Why not go to some of the farms and ranches here in California?”
“Too close to home,” she answered. “We would be afraid of being recognized by someone from Hollywood.”
“I’ve seen all your movies yet I never recognized you in Texas,” I said. “I think you would be safe.”
“I hope so. I take pains to disguise myself when I’m playing the pony girl role,” she shrugged. “Besides, few people look at your face when you’re naked.”
“That’s so true,” I said. “Audrey’s son has seen me in harness but he hasn’t recognized me. He thinks I’m a lady.”
“How has he seen you in harness?”
“At the farm, my team performed for them when he brought his mother . . .”
Jane’s eyes were huge. I realized that she didn’t know that Audrey was a pony.
“Audrey is a pony girl?” she gasped.
“Oh God!” I groaned. “I thought you knew.”
I looked across the room at Audrey. She saw the distress in my eyes and came across.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Please forgive me,” I pleaded. “I’ve betrayed your secret.”
Audrey looked at Jane, who was grinning from ear to ear.
“I thought she knew that you were a pony,” I said miserably.
“And how would she possibly know that?” Audrey asked quietly.
“Because I’m a pony girl too,” Jane said giggling.
Audrey stared at her in utter astonishment, then turned to me.
“She recognized me from the ranch in Texas,” I said. “We’ve competed in races.”
“And she beat me too,” Jane told her. “She’s faster than I am.”
“Oh, that must be one of the ribbons you have in your stall,” Audrey said absently.
Her chin began to quiver and I thought she was crying. I wanted to die.
Suddenly Audrey threw back her head and shrieked with laughter. She hugged Jane and they both hugged me and we laughed until we were out of breath and our makeup was ruined. The other guests stared at us.
After we regained some measure of composure we went to Audrey’s bedroom and repaired the damage to our mascara. Jane kept giggling and making mistakes with her eyeliner. She kept wiping it off and trying again. Finally I took it from her, ordered her to sit still and got her makeup in place, and we returned to the party.
As we were walking back, Jane leaned close. “Is Audrey the woman you were on the cross with?” she asked.
“Yes,” I replied, “One of them.”
She hopped up and down giggling. Audrey turned to look at us. “Will you two calm down?” she commanded.
Jane curtseyed deeply. “Yes my lady. But I’d like to hear about how you spent a day on a cross with Beth.”
Audrey stopped, took a deep breath, and said: “All right, but not tonight.”
Jane had come with friends and couldn’t ignore them, so we had little chance for any further private conversation. Everyone talked about movies and politics and books and directors and politicians, and all the time Jane and Audrey and I wanted to be alone and talk about pony girls.
Audrey’s son kept eyeing me and he still didn’t recognize me. He even got me alone for a minute, patted me on my bottom and propositioned me!
If he had ordered me to get on my knees and suck his cock I would have obeyed, right then and there, (after all, I am a slave and conditioned to obedience), but he merely suggested that we meet sometime. Since he made it a request I was able to delicately decline his invitation. (It wasn’t that I didn’t find him attractive, but I didn’t think that Audrey would like me having sex with her son.)
When the guests departed Jane gave me a big tight hug and managed to rub her breasts against mine just enough to set my pussy tingling. She was even more blatant when she hugged Audrey.
That evening Audrey loaned me a formal gown. We laced ourselves into very tight corsets, locked those wicked chastity belts in place and went to the opera. We watched Rigoletto with vibrators pressed against out tummies. During intermission we sipped champagne and chatted with people in the loggia, and once again I noticed that Audrey’s hands trembled unexpectedly.
On the way home Audrey slid off the seat of the limo, shoved my skirt up and buried her face between my legs. I don’t know if the driver could see her in the dark, and within a few minutes I didn’t care.
The following month I asked permission for an extended furlough and Audrey, Jane and I met at a charming little hotel on the coast of Oregon.
At Audrey’s suggestion we brought our photo albums along.
I have a huge portfolio of pictures of me and friends in harness, as well as my porn shots and copies of all the magazines I’ve appeared in. Jane was fascinated by the pictures of my brand and begged me to show it to her for real. I teased her and told her that she would have to wait.
Audrey brought her pictures from the farm and Jane was absolutely enthralled by the ones of us one the cross.
She surprised us by having a huge number of pictures of herself wearing harness.
Some of Jane’s pictures were snapshots from the ranch in Texas and other pony meets and nearly all showed her wearing face harness or masks, but she also had a lot of top quality studio photographs with her face fully revealed.
“These were done by one of the top photographers in Hollywood,” she told us.
“They are fantastic,” I said. “But I thought you were so concerned about protecting your identity.”
“I am,” she agreed. “But this particular photographer owes my husband a great debt and not just money either, so his discretion is assured.”
“What kind of debt?” I asked.
Jane didn’t answer and Audrey gave me a look that said: ‘Don’t ask’.
Audrey brought tapes of her bondage film and Jane watched them wide eyed, especially the scenes where Audrey is gang raped. Audrey had also searched out copies of all of my porn movies and we watched those too.
Jane was envious. “I’ve never even done a topless scene, and both of you have made porn movies. It isn’t fair.”
We got so hot watching the films that we often took our clothes off and threw ourselves into a three woman orgy. Jane hurled herself between my legs and stared at my brand. Audrey and I looked at her, then shrugged and began kissing. I kept my legs open for Jane and a little while later felt her tongue between them.
“God, I’ve give anything to be able to make a pony movie,” Jane said wistfully as we caught our breath after a particularly sweaty encounter.
“Come out to the farm,” I suggested. “We could get you into one and you could wear a mask so no one would recognize you.”
Audrey nodded. “No one would recognize me in my mask, the same would be for you.”
“Oh, if only I could,” Jane sighed.
“Look at Audrey in this one,” I told her. “Would you recognize her in that helmet?”
“No.”
“You could be just as unrecognizable,” I said. “And we can arrange that you could shoot the nastiest porn film possible, and no one on earth would guess who you are.”
“Really?”
“Really. Hard core sex in bondage, torture and multiple partners, whatever you want.”
“Anything?” Jane breathed.
“Anything your evil little imagination can think up,” I said.
“What’s the most perverse thing you would ever want to do?” Audrey asked. “Being branded like Beth?”
“That would be number two,” Jane answered. “My first choice would be tied over a bench and get fucked by a big dog.”
“Wow,” I whispered in awe. Audrey’s jaw dropped.
“I’d want to have a domineering woman lead a Great Dane to me and command him to mount me from the back,” Jane went on dreamily, “While dozens of people watch.”
“Well, I’d say that’s pretty perverse,” Audrey agreed.
“I suppose that you both think that I’m horrible for wanting that,” Jane said.
“No, not at all,” I answered. Audrey shook her head.
“Have you ever dreamt about something like that?” Jane asked.
“I came close,” I said. “A woman with a dog fetish brought her slave husband to the farm. She’d trained him to be a doggy boy. She painted his body like a Dalmatian, with black spots on white and his penis and balls were painted bright pink. His hands were strapped into doggy paws and his legs were bent double. He wore a dog mask and collar and a tail, and he barked.”
“He barked?” Audrey repeated.
“Yes, and he was pretty good too.”
“Ah.”
“They tied me down and she led him to me on a leash. He pretended to get all worked up when he smelled me and became so frantic that she had to whip him until he was under control, then she allowed him to lick my crotch and screw me doggie style.”
“Incredible,” breathed Audrey.
“He was very good,” I continued, “And fucked me very fast, like a dog. They filmed it and when he came he spurted all over my back.”
“What about you?” Jane asked. “Did you come?”
“I sure did,” I answered. “But I haven’t had sex with a real dog.” I sipped my wine. “Not yet anyway.”
“Would you if they commanded you to?”
I thought for a moment. “Yes, I suppose I would.” I turned to Audrey. “What about you?”
“No, not yet. I haven’t found a dog I like well enough.”
We both looked at Jane. She blushed and nodded.
“I was at a pony show in Germany and my husband traded me to a very strange Englishwoman who made me submit to her dog,” she said, “A real dog, a large Alsatian who had been trained to fuck human females. I was marched out onto a stage and it was announced that I would become a bitch for a male dog. A crowd gathered and I felt utterly humiliated and turned on.”
“Tell us about it,” Audrey asked.
“They had a special frame that human females would be strapped into,” Jane said. “It was designed to raise a woman’s bottom and make it available to the dog. They buckled me into it and brought in the dog. His mistress walked him around me allowing him to sniff my crotch. His penis appeared and it was a big as a normal man’s. He was so excited that he was shaking but his mistress held him back for a while, then she told him to mount me.”
“Mount you?” Audrey gasped.
“That was the exact command she used,” Jane replied. “He came right to me. Jumped up with his paws on my back and slid his penis inside me.”
“Did you know that it was going to happen?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said simply.
“Then what?”
“I kept my mouth shut and endured being fucked by a dog,” Jane answered. “And I loved every second of it.”
There was a moment of awkward silence.
“Does your husband know about your canine fetish?” I asked.
“No, I can’t quite bring myself to tell him,” she replied. “He didn’t witness what happened to me and I’ve never told him.”
“Well, if you want to do a duet with dogs, let me know,” Audrey said lightly. “I’ll join in.”
“Me too,” I said. “We’ll just all be masked so that your hubby doesn’t recognize us.”
“We’ll wear doggy masks and have them make up a trio of fucking frames, and we’ll all be side by side,” Audrey said.
Jane hugged us both.
“In all seriousness, if you want to make a porn film we can do it at the farm,” I told Jane “And we can arrange for a dog too.”
“Lots of dogs, if that’s what you want,” Audrey added.
“It sounds like you’re getting interested in sex with a dog,” I joked.
Audrey just shrugged.
“I’d have to talk it over with my husband,” Jane said.
“What, making a porn film, or the dogs?” I asked.
“I won’t mention the dogs to him,” Jane said. “Not yet anyway.”
“Have them shoot the scene, then tell him later that you didn’t know what was going to happen,” I suggested.
Every evening we sipped wine, looked at each other’s pictures and fooled around. I had the most pictures by far and they seemed to turn Audrey and Jane on. They were slowly browsing through my albums when suddenly, and without a word they each grabbed me by a wrist and dragged me into the bedroom. I was laughing when they tied me to the bed, but I shut up (or at least stopped talking) when Jane’s pussy landed firmly on my mouth. I spent three or four hours as they took turns sitting on my face. Then we tied Audrey down.
We’d brought a few sets of harness and wore them the entire weekend. The suite had a kitchen and other than a trip to a grocery store, we hardly went outside at all. We kept the drapes closed and stayed nude the entire time
Audrey also brought along a stack of sketches she’d made of harness. She’s a good artist and I was impressed with her designs. We sat around looking at them, made suggestions, made love, and shut out the world.
Saturday morning I walked into the kitchen and burst out laughing. Jane was at the stove cooking lunch wearing a gorgeous set of show harness, Audrey was also in harness seated at the table sketching a design and I’d just put on my precious red leather outfit.
“What’s so funny?” Audrey asked.
“Look at us,” I laughed.
“What’s the problem?” Jane asked. “Don’t we look like three ordinary, everyday friends enjoying a weekend getaway?” She strutted the length of the kitchen, paused and turned, then strolled back.
“She’s right,” Audrey said. “Perfectly ordinary.”
“Well, I just hope that the hotel doesn’t catch fire and we don’t have to go running out like this,” I said.
“Why not?” Jane asked. “Don’t we look presentable?” she looked at herself in a mirror. “My hair is ok and I’m wearing makeup, so I don’t think I’m likely to frighten anyone, in fact I might just go for to the lobby a find a magazine to read later.”
“You’re right,” I said. “What’s for lunch?”
I cleaned the kitchen after lunch, and I’ve done a lot of work as a slave, but for some reason, washing dishes wearing harness was one of the most satisfying things I’ve ever done.
Audrey and Jane had vanished into the bedroom while I was doing dishes, and from the squeals and giggles, I’d say they were having a good time. I waited until they were finished, then we all took a shower together, in a very small shower stall.
We discovered that a tiny bit of soap washes a lot of skin when three naked women are crowded together. Rubbing our breasts together was not only erotic but created lots of lather.
Later we went for a walk along the beach wearing leather, but it gets windy and cool along that coast even in summer, and we had to wear jogging suits over our harness, (darn it). Another time we went for a jog, and I laughed when I realized that we were automatically running in perfect step and rhythm. Jane ran with her arms pumping but Audrey and I folded ours behind our backs. Jane caught on and put her arms behind her back too. We ran easily and talked as we jogged, and we passed two young college aged men who were also running along the beach. Since we ran in perfect rhythm our breasts bounced in perfect rhythm. The young men stopped dead in their tracks and stared in astonishment as we went by. They were waiting when we came back an hour later.
It felt sexy to walk through the lobby when we returned, and a woman seemed to recognize Jane. Her eyes lit up and she started to say something. Jane put her finger to her lips and pulled the woman aside. They whispered together, then Jane gave the woman a hug. We walked out and they nodded to each other conspiratorially.
“What did you say to her?” I asked.
“I just told her that I was on a quiet vacation away from publicity and asked if she’d help keep my secret. We became pals on the spot and she swore that she wouldn’t tell a soul.”
“Wow,” I said.
“It works every time,” Jane said. “But I almost blew it.”
“How is that?”
“I forgot I was in harness, and she felt the straps under my clothes when I hugged her. She got a funny look on her face, but I just smiled like she was my best friend and came away.”
“Maybe we should invite her to the room and loan her a set of harness,” Audrey suggested. “Then she really would become your pal for life.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Jane said as she peeled off her sweat shirt.
We slept in the same bed, which was delightfully warm and crowded, and it was not unusual to wake up in the dark and feel a delicate hand exploring my pussy or caressing a breast. But I could never figure out how, having started on one side of the bed, I’d end up on the opposite side by morning, or with my feet pointed the wrong direction.
We agreed no television or radio, no telephone calls or any other intrusion from the outside world. We spent every evening just talking by the fire, or making love or watching our movies.
One evening Jane violated the rules by turning on the television. Audrey yelled at her and Jane said that she just wanted to catch the news for five minutes.
“No television!” Audrey said and tried to snatch the remote control from Jane. Jane pulled it away and they began tussling over it. I sat back and watched while they squealed and giggled, and Audrey ended up pinning Jane to the floor. Audrey sat on Jane’s chest and looked at me for help. I went into the bedroom and got some rope. I tied Jane’s ankles together, then her wrists. She giggled and fought so I got more rope and tied her arms to her body. And she still put up a struggle!
We used every rope we had and Jane was still trying to move, so Audrey and I got dressed and drove into town to get more.
The town is a fishing village and we found a boating supply store still open. They had a great selection of rope and we couldn’t decide what kind to get. The clerk, a wizened old retired sailor, came over to help.
“Whatcha need rope for?” he asked in a Maine accent.
“It’s for tying up a naked woman,” Audrey told him. (After all, we were miles from home and no one knew us there.)
The man didn’t bat an eye. “This here half inch cotton braid ought to do just fine,” he said.
“Is that what you use on your women?” I asked him.
“Yep. How much do you need?”
“At least two hundred feet,” I replied.
“Sounds like you’re tying up one hell of a big woman,” he said. He reeled off two hundred feet of rope and put it in a bag. “Anything else?”
“Dildoes?” Audrey asked.
“Nope, don’t carry them,” he said, “But there’s a pornography store two miles north on Route One. They’ll have them. Closest thing I’ve got are a few belaying pins.”
“What size?” Audrey asked straight faced.
We went back to the hotel and tied the entire roll of rope onto Jane. We cocooned her from neck to toe, leaving only her nipples showing. Then we each took one and drove her out of her mind for hours. We would get her close to coming, then stop and one would put her pussy on Jane’s mouth. After she made us come we’d go back to suckling her nipples. We didn’t let her come until the middle of the night.
The next evening I got cocooned.
By Thursday night we were worn out but had come up with several excellent ideas for show harness.
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