Number One Pony

Number One Pony

PREPARING FOR THE PONY SHOW        

Time for the show arrived and there were a thousand things to do. The mistresses were busy preparing for the show, so no one had time to dominate the slaves. Things were so busy that ponies were released from restraint to handle the phones, help the cooks, clean and set up visitor’s stables and anything else that needed doing.

Audrey came to help. She would have liked to participate but she wasn’t trained for dressage and she wasn’t fast enough to run in the races, so she was put to work helping organize things. She arrived on Thursday and the show started Saturday morning.

Audrey volunteered to pitch in and they put her to work in the kitchen. Things were so hectic that no mistress had time to put her into harness. It fell to me.

I hung her by her wrists between washing posts, played with her pussy until she was groaning with passion, then strapped her into a nice tight everyday set of harness, slapped her on the bottom, kissed her on the lips and sent her on her way.

“Oh, are you going to leave me in this state?” she cried.

“Yes, no orgasms until the work is done,” I told her.

“That’s not fair.”

She reported to the kitchen and worked cheerfully, happy to be back in harness.

I was in the office next to the kitchen making up the assignments for stables for the visiting ponies and through the window I saw Audrey unloading boxes of groceries from the delivery truck.

Barney the truck driver had never had sex with Audrey but the minute she caught his eye he took a box out of her grasp and bent her over the banister, tied her legs apart and her wrists to the bottom rail, dropped his trousers and screwed the daylights out of her. This took place just outside the window where I was working. To Audrey’s disappointment he didn’t take the time to let her come. Barney is a selfish guy and as soon as he was finished he walked away zipping up his trousers with a self satisfied look on his face. Audrey was so horny that she was writhing in frustration. No one took the time to untie her so she stayed bent over the banister for half an hour. Barney happened by again, stopped and contemplated the lovely bottom that was pinks and inviting, and still so open and vulnerable, gave a shrug and screwed her again. I shook my head as dozens of mistresses and ponies rushed about ignoring the fact that our truck driver was fucking a middle-aged slave woman on the back porch. Barney might not be terribly considerate of female slaves, but he is vigorous. He pounded into Audrey so forcefully that he set all of the hanging flower baskets on the porch to swinging and I felt the thumping through the floor.

Once again he wandered off as soon as he finished and I went out and untied her. Audrey collapsed as soon as she tried to stand and I told her to sit on the steps for a few minutes.

Barney must have been quite taken by Audrey because later in the day I saw her on her knees beside his truck sucking his cock. She wasn’t tied, in fact, she held a carton of caviar in her hands. Apparently Barney got in the mood just as she was taking it out of the truck. Mistress Jill came looking for her, saw what she was doing and threw up her hands in exasperation. Audrey looked at Mistress Jill, shrugged and rolled her eyes helplessly. Mistress Jill took the box out of Audrey’s hands and stomped into the kitchen.

As soon as Barney spurted all over Audrey’s face she jumped up and ran inside to help out. She didn’t take the time to wash her face either. She still had dried cum on her face when we ate dinner.

That night she told me that Barney was very powerful (as if I haven’t been screwed at least a hundred times by the man over the years) and she had a terrific orgasm the second time he fucked her, but the thrill was in being screwed in public again. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that no one seemed to notice.

The farm was chaotic and tensions grew as the big day got closer. Mistress Karen was a nervous wreck and we were worried about her. I saw her in her office answering question after question while talking on the phone and signing invoices at the same time. A line of people stood outside her office waiting to ask her for a decision on some thing or another. She looked so stressed that I thought she might collapse. A house pony had just brought her a cup of tea and as she dug through a pile of papers the cup fell off her desk. I was third in line, Audrey was fifth.

Audrey turned to the people behind her.

“Out,” she said. “Everybody out, no more questions for one hour.”

There were a couple of mistresses in the line and they looked at her in astonishment. Audrey ignored them, grabbed the people in front of me and pushed them toward the stairs.

“What do you think this is?” demanded one of the mistresses indignantly.

“It’s a slave revolt,” Audrey told her. “Now shoo, or you’ll be the first in line for the guillotine.”

“Beth, you stay,” she said to me, then closed the door. She walked to Mistress Karen, took the phone out of her hand and told the caller to call back in two hours, then she dragged Mistress Karen to her feet and into her bedroom. I followed.

Mistress Karen looked at Audrey dully as she began undoing her clothes. I helped. Before we had her undressed the door opened and Mary walked in carrying a handful of papers.

“What in the world . . ?” she began.

“Shhh,” Audrey said. “Come over here and help out.”

“Uh, well, ok.”

We undressed Mistress Karen and Audrey gently pushed her onto the bed.

“Roll over please, lady,” she said. Mistress Karen complied.

“I’ll take her upper back and neck,” Audrey said. “You work on her lower back,” she said to me. “And you massage her legs,” she commanded Mary.

We massaged Mistress Karen until she fell asleep.

We tiptoed back to the office and Mary took over fielding the phone calls while Audrey and I handled the paper work. We kept the outer door closed but after a while Mistress Donna marched in looking very stern. She looked at what we were doing, peeked into Mistress Karen’s bedroom, then nodded to us and left without saying a word. I was relieved.

“Thank goodness for that,” I said to Audrey.

“Why?”

“Because if anyone had tried to push Mistress Donna out a door that slave would probably be strung up and whipped half to death,” I answered. “And likely so would have been any other slaves in the vicinity.”

Mary nodded.

After a couple of hours I heard Mistress Karen stirring. I looked in and she was stretching contentedly. She smiled at me.

“Who is out there?” she asked.

“Mary and the slave Audrey, my lady.”

“Bring them in.”

We walked in and she held her arms out to us. Audrey climbed onto the bed and kissed Mistress Karen fully on the lips. I did the same, and then Mistress Karen looked up at Mary and waited. Mary looked confused, but came forward. She crawled onto the bed hesitantly, then kissed Mistress Karen too.

“Thank you my dears,” Mistress Karen said. “You have eased my burden.”

“We’re not quite finished,” Audrey said, then bent and kissed her nipple. She looked up at me and jerked her head toward Mistress Karen’s pussy. I started to shift that way but Mary stopped me.

“You take care of that other nipple,” she said to me. “I’ll handle this.”

“You?” I asked.

“Just because I don’t lick pussies very often don’t mean I don’t know how.”

She tied her hair back, peeled off her dress and stretched out between Mistress Karen’s legs. Audrey’s eyebrows rose at the sight of Mary’s very hairy pussy. I looked at her, shrugged, and bent my lips to Mistress Karen’s nipple. Audrey did the same.

Mary kissed Karen’s pussy.

I must confess that I was a little jealous. After all, didn’t I have the reputation for being the best at eating pussies?

Oh well. I slipped Mistress Karen’s delicious nipple between my lips and sucked on it gently. She wrapped her arm around my neck and the other around Audrey, then sighed and closed her eyes.

Mary surprised us by making Mistress Karen come in a very short time. I watched out of the corner of my eye as she ran her tongue delicately around the soft sweet skin of Mistress Karen’s lovely inner thighs. Mary took her time and slowly, carefully made her way to the most sacred place in the universe. Mistress Karen murmured with pleasure as Mary’s tongue slipped into her pussy. A few minutes later Mistress Karen’s back arched and she levitated off the bed, taking me and Audrey with her. She strained with her back arched for several minutes, then collapsed happily. Afterwards she held us close, then raised up.

“That was heavenly, but its time to get back to work.” She went into the bathroom.

Mary stood up, tidied her hair and put on her dress. Audrey and I stared at her in amazement.

“It’s just like riding a bicycle,” Mary said smugly. She scooped up her papers and walked out.

Mousy little Mary was full of surprises, as I was to discover over the weekend.

Mistress Donna came in to the office a little later. After conferring with Mistress Karen about some detail of the show, she called Audrey aside. “I hear that you were quite forceful earlier today. Have you ever considered becoming a mistress?”

Audrey’s mouth dropped open, and my pussy went pink hot at the vision of Audrey in leather standing over me.

“I guess I may have overstepped my bounds,” Audrey managed to stammer.

“No, you did exactly what the situation called for,” Donna replied. “I’m serious, would you like to be a dominant?”

Audrey looked at me helplessly. I wriggled in the submissive gesture of a slave offering herself to a mistress.

“What is your opinion, Number One,” Donna asked me.

“I would be honored to feel Lady Audrey’s whip on my body,” I whispered. “Especially between my legs.”

Mistress Donna turned to Audrey. “There you’ve heard it from the best slave in our stable.”

“I uh, I guess that I would have to think about it,” Audrey answered.

“Ok,” Mistress Donna walked out.

“Would you like to whip me, My Lady?” I asked Audrey.

She looked at me helplessly. I kissed her on the cheek and went back to work.

We worked late into the evening, and when we finally went to bed, Audrey shared my bunk. The mistresses were too busy and too tired to object. We were tired but too wound up to sleep right away.

“What do you think about Lady Donna’s suggestion?” I asked as we sipped a cup of tea.

“I was astonished,” Audrey replied. “I’ve never thought about being a domina.”

“Give it some consideration,” I suggested. “I think you might be good at it. I’d love to be whipped by you.”

“Me too,” Number Three added from her cell.

“Oh, an eavesdropper,” Audrey said. “We’re having a private conversation, if you don’t mind.”

“Then I think that you should string her up and whip her senseless,” I said.

“Oooh, could I be next?” Number Four called out.

“Put me on the list too,” another slave called out.

“I don’t think I would like to hurt my friends,” Audrey said tartly.

“Well, your friends would like to be hurt by you,” Number Two said, seductively. “Right girls?”

“Um Hmm.”

“Audrey wouldn’t you love to force me to kneel at your feet?” Number Four asked.

Audrey buried her face in her hands.

“Audrey, wouldn’t you like to whip a room full of naked men,” Debbie giggled, “And then make all of them kneel at your feet?”

Audrey raised her head. Her eyes were huge.

“Think about it,” I told her.