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OLD FRIEND
A car drove up and the driver rolled down his window. I glanced at him, then looked in the back seat. I saw two naked middle aged women tightly bound head to foot. I stuck my head in the window and looked them over.
They wore absolutely nothing but a dozen wide leather straps around their arms and legs, very tight crotch straps and huge ball gags. Their necks were held rigidly by very stiff and uncomfortable looking collars. The collars forced their heads upward and made their breasts stick out nicely. Their nipples were pierced with large rings. They couldn’t turn their heads and looked decidedly ill at ease. They rolled their eyes at me piteously.
I wondered how far they’d come in that condition and thought that the driver must be very daring to drive them along public roads in that condition.
I looked at the driver who was grinning at me. I recognized him and let out a squeal of delight. The driver was Phil who had been one of our male ponies until he’d been sold.
Phil got out and I burst out laughing at his costume. He was dressed as a rhinestone cowboy. He wore a garish red and white silk shirt with fringes at practically every seam; tight blue riding pants tucked into knee high cowboy boots and the biggest white cowboy hat I’d ever seen. He struck a pose.
“What is this?” I laughed, giving him a big hug.
“Well, ma am,” he drawled in a bad John Wayne imitation. “I’m a cowboy and these here are my heifers.”
“Are they milk cows or for eating?” I laughed.
“Both,” he said. “I milk them and eat them too.” The women blushed.
“Lucky cows,” I said. “But the last time I saw you, I seem to recall that you were a slave. What happened?”
“Role reversal,” he said.
“What?”
“After a few months they decided they wanted to be pony girls and asked me to teach them. They liked being tied up, and the more I trained them the more submissive they became.”
“Are these the women who bought you?”
“Yep.”
“I seem to remember that you were bought by a pair of sisters,” I said.
He nodded toward the bound women. “That’s them.” The women dropped their eyes in embarrassment.
I remembered the weekend that they visited the farm, a pair of frumpy looking women who were overweight and out of shape. They sampled every male and finally settled on Phil because he had the largest penis, and at forty he had more stamina than men half his age. They made a generous offer to Mistress Karen and Phil agreed to be sold to them.
Phil chuckled as he opened the back door of the car, undid their seatbelts and motioned the women out. The first wriggled until her feet were on the ground but that was as far as she could manage. She looked up at Phil. He put his fingers through her nipple rings and pulled her upright. She squeaked in pain but looked at him adoringly as she hopped to keep her balance. Phil held her steady then leaned her against the car and motioned her sister out. She also had to be helped out with her nipple rings. He placed them side by side then grasped one breast in each hand and jiggled them possessively.
They must have traveled a long way in bondage because their skin showed bright pink marks from the straps. They blushed as I examined them.
They looked like sisters all right, at least in the face, but one was tall and had a slender body, the other had rather big, sagging breasts. Both had dull brown hair, big brown nipples and lots of freckles. They were in better condition than the last time I’d seen them. Their bodies were still plump but had firmed up. They had good muscle tone their skin was clear and tanned and their faces glowed with the look of contented women.
“So now you’re the master and they are the slaves?”
“Yep.”
The women blushed proudly.
“How long have they been tied up?” I asked.
“About four hours. Since Fresno.”
“It’s a good thing you weren’t stopped by the highway patrol,” I said. “You might have ended up in jail for kidnapping.”
“Naw, I’d just offer one of the girls to the cop for a bribe for half an hour,” he laughed. “It wouldn’t be the first time.”
“What?”
“We were stopped by cops back home and I had to loan the girls out to them.”
“You must be kidding,” I gasped.
“It was that or go to jail,” he said. I turned to the slaves, who blushed even deeper.
Phil leaned close and whispered to me. “It was a set up,” he said. “The cops were actually friends in police uniforms, but the girls don’t know that. My friends bent them over the hood of my car and screwed the daylights out of them.”
“In bondage?”
“Of course. They were strapped up just like they are now.”
“I thought you’d been bought by a pair of dominas,” I said.
“So did I,” he said. “But it turned out that they were just a pair of insatiable women who wanted a live in stud. Right ladies?”
They nodded.
”They were more interested in screwing me than dominating me.”
“And do they like being ponies?” I asked.
Phil turned to them and they both nodded. He didn’t introduce them so I mentally called them Left Sister and Right Sister. Left sister seemed a bit more aggressive and happy to be a slave while Right Sister seemed shyer. Left Sister’s nod was more emphatic.
“I see, and they submit to your sexual demands do they?”
“Several times a day, whether they like it or not.”
Phil’s slaves blushed and their nipples got harder. I got the impression that they liked it quite well. (Having been paired with Phil and screwed by him as visitors watched I can attest that most women would be delighted to submit to his sexual demands, as many times a day as he wanted.)
“Masochists?”
“She is,” he indicated Left Sister, “She took to the whip like a duck to water, but the other one is still learning the joys of torture.” Left Sister jiggled her breasts proudly, Right Sister blushed.
“I like the nipple rings,” I commented.
“I took the girls to a tattoo parlor and had the rings installed,” Phil said. “And the guy asked for payment in service.”
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“I gave the slaves to him for a couple of hours,” Phil said. “It didn’t cost me a thing.”
The sisters blushed furiously.
“Both at the same time?”
“No, I took one in on a Saturday and the other one on a Sunday.
“I took them back a couple of months later and had rings put in their pussies,” Phil continued.
“Did you get the same discount price?” I asked.
“I sure did,” he laughed. “But the guy slipped one past me.”
“What do you mean?”
“He brought in some of his friends and my girls experienced their first orgy.”
“How many friends?” I asked.
“I don’t know exactly.” Phil answered. “The girls seem to have lost count, One tells me that there were five men in all and the other thinks it was closer to eight or nine.”
“Sounds like a heck of a party,” I laughed. I leaned close to the slaves. “Don’t let it worry you, I’ve been in the same situation.”
Left Sister raised her eyebrows in question.
“I’ve been screwed by so many men at one time that I lost count too. It’s wonderful isn’t it?”
Left Sister nodded, Right sister did too after a moment.
I laughed. “Did you have fun too?” I asked Phil.
“No, I dropped them off and went to the movies. When I got back my girls were covered with so much semen that I had to wash them off with a garden hose when I got them home. They were pretty tired too.”
Neither woman would look at me.
I peered at their crotches. “I don’t see any rings.”
“The rings are low,” Phil said, “Hidden when their legs are closed.”
He undid their leg straps and motioned for them to open up. I bent and saw golden rings through their labia. My pussy tingled at the thought of wearing a similar ring.
“Are you going to enter them in the competitions?” I asked.
“No, it’s their first pony show and they aren’t trained for dressage or racing.”
“What about farm work?” I asked, “Have they ever pulled a plow or a wagon?”
“The closest to that was once when I took them out to the country and hooked them up to an old wagon and went for a ride. They seemed to like that.”
“Why not ask Mistress Karen to let them do some work in the fields?” I suggested.
He looked at the slaves and they both nodded.
“Maybe I will,” he said, “But I’m also going to make them available to everybody. I want to see how many men they can suck and fuck. If they do ok I might see if I can find a buyer for them.”
His slaves’ eyes widened in alarm. This was obviously news to them. They struggled against their bonds and made whimpering noises. They looked at him pleadingly and I felt sorry for them.
“Are you going to sell them permanently?”
He gave me a quick wink that the slaves didn’t see. “I’m not sure, maybe semi permanently.”
“What’s that?” I asked. The slaves were listening intently, worried looks on their faces.
“I might sell them for a few months, maybe a year,” he answered. “It would almost be like renting them to a new master.”
“What’s the difference?”
“The new owner could sell them to someone else,” he said. “But they’d have to come back to me at the end of the year.”
The slaves looked very worried. They tried to catch his eye but he ignored them.
“How would you get them back?”
“I don’t know,” he frowned. “I suppose I’d arrange to be notified every time they change hands.”
“But they could end up being screwed by dozens, perhaps hundreds of men,” I protested. The slaves looked decidedly interested at that. Their nipples perked up and they leaned closer. Left Sister almost tottered over.
“Why for all you know they could be sold to a brothel or used in sex shows,” I continued.
Their eyes widened and their breathing quickened. Left Sister squeezed her legs tightly together.
Phil shrugged. “Possibly, but that’s all they’re good for.”
“What if someone has branded them by the time you get them back?”
Right Sister shuddered in fear at that, but Left Sister wriggled sexually. It was amazing how those ripples up and down their bodies told such different emotions.
“Hadn’t thought about that,” Phil said. “Maybe I ought to brand them myself before I put them up for sale.”
“I think you should,” I said. “You’d have a better chance of getting them back that way.”
“Yes, good point.”
“You could put your name and address on their bodies,” I suggested, “Phone number too.”
Both slaves’ knees seemed close to giving way.
He turned to them. “What do you think girls, want to wear my brand?”
Left nodded eagerly, but Right Sister froze for a few moments. Finally she glanced at her sister and nodded bravely.
“Branding isn’t so bad,” I said reassuringly.
“She should know,” Phil said. “She’s been branded.”
They looked at me with interest, and their eyes roamed my body.
“It’s just above my pussy,” I told them.
Their eyes flew to my crotch but my brand was covered by harness. There were too many mistresses around for me to show it to them. I leaned close.
“They strapped me to a cross and pressed a red hot brand right here.” I touched my crotch strap. “It was the greatest orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.”
Their eyes rose. Even the reluctant sister showed interest.
“We all got to watch,” Phil told them. “After Number One went into orbit with her orgasm we had an orgy that people still talk about.”
They looked at each other, then looked at Phil. Left Sister nodded eagerly, Right Sister closed her eyes, took a deep breath, then nodded too.
“If you sell them there’s a chance they might end up submitting to women as well as men,” I said to Phil. “Are they ok with that?”
“They are now,” he chuckled.
“Oh?’
“They didn’t like it at first,” he said. “But they’ve been trained to eat pussies.”
There was something in the way he said that. I looked at him, then the sisters. They blushed furiously and lowered their eyes. Right Sister was so embarrassed that she tried to twist her body away from me.
“Oh my God, Phil!” I gasped. “You didn’t make them . .”
“Oh yes I did,” he said.
“You forced them to eat each other?” I was aghast. “Sisters?”
“Yep.”
I looked at the women. Right Sister kept her head down and wouldn’t look at me, but Left Sister took a deep breath and met my eyes. She raised her chin defiantly.
Now I should have been horrified, and for a half second I was, but then the image of those women tied together, mouth to pussy made me flash white hot. Suddenly I wanted to see them do it, to watch them fight and resist until they were forced to obey. I was overcome with a desire to see those women utterly humiliated.
My emotions must have shown in my face because I realized that Phil was looking at me strangely. “Would you like to join in?” he asked quietly.
I stared at his slaves for a long time before I answered. “No, I’d want to be a mistress over them.”
“What?”
“I’d whip them until their tits were bruised for a month,” I said. “Then I’d force them stick their tongues in each other’s pussy while I took pictures, and I’d sell the pictures to a magazine.”
The sisters looked at me in astonishment.
“When you put them up for sale I think you ought to advertise the fact that you have a pair of pussy licking sisters,” I added cruelly. “You’ll probably get a pretty high price for them.”
“You really think so?”
“I’ll bet you could sell them for enough money to buy another slave for you to fuck and for them to eat.”
Right Sister closed her eyes in shame.
“Great idea,” he said. “I’ll give it some thought, but for now I’d better get them to their cell.”
He clipped chains to their pussy rings and led them into the barn. They looked at me fearfully as he led them away. After he’d locked the sisters in their cell he came back.
“I’ve never heard you say such things,” he said.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I’ve never acted that way, but for some reason, your slaves triggered a very unusual emotion in me. I wanted to see them humiliated in the most degrading way possible.”
“Nothing wrong in that,” he said. “They like it, and if you’re serious about dominating them, you can have them for as long as you want.”
“Thanks Phil,” I said. “But I don’t dare dip my toe into those waters. I like being a pony and I’m afraid if I started dominating someone I might like it and not be able to get back to slavery.”
“Yeah, I know exactly what you mean,” he said.
“Do you ever miss it?” I asked.
“Oddly enough, I don’t,” he said. “At least, so long as I have my girls, but I don’t know if I would want to dominate anyone else.”
“How did this all happen?”
“When I arrived at their house all they wanted was sex. I had no duties as a slave other than screwing them, and it became quite obvious that they weren’t the least bit interested in pony play. In fact they are both fairly submissive when it comes to sex. They wanted me on top. Eventually the older one asked me to tie her up. The other came in and saw me fucking her sister in bondage and she wanted to play too. They thought that it would just be a matter of me fucking them spread eagled on a bed.”
“But you had other plans?”
“Yes. I was pretty frustrated at the tepid domination I got from them so I decided to give them some serious torture. I thought that if I hurt them and made them angry they might give a decent whipping.”
“And?”
“Once I had them bound I got turned on and screwed them silly. I was astonished at my reaction; I couldn’t get enough! I fucked those women three times each in a single day,” he marveled.
“Well, I know you have the ability,” I chuckled. “I’ve experienced your stamina myself.”
He smiled and shrugged.
“What did you do after that?” I asked.
“Well, I slept pretty soundly that night.”
“What did you do with your mistresses?” I laughed.
“I kept them tied to the bed and tortured them for two solid days.”
“Wow, interesting,” I said.
“I used all the tricks that I’d experienced,” Phil said. “I’d keep one in tight bondage while I spanked or whipped the other. I pinched their nipples, spanked them with a ruler, made myself a whip out of old clothesline and whipped them until they were pleading for mercy. I made them crawl on their hands and knees, play at being dogs,”
“Roll over, sit up and beg?” I interrupted.
“Yes. I ordered them to kneel in front of me with their butts in the air, wiggle them and bark.”
“And of course, you screwed them doggy style.”
“Of course.”
“And they liked it, right?”
“They couldn’t get enough humiliation,” he said. “I was astonished.”
“I’m not,” I said. “I wouldn’t mind having you do those things to me.”
He reached for my breasts, then stopped. “Oops, I almost forgot myself.”
I took his hand and guided it to my breast. “You did, “I said. “You’re a master now, and you can do anything you want with me.”
He gave my nipple a sharp pinch, which sent a delightful thrill through me.” He grinned and looked me up and down. “That’s not a bad idea Beth. Are you for sale?”
“No, only for rent, but I’ll ask Mistress Karen to give you a special discount.”
He chuckled.
“But get back to telling me about changing your mistresses into your slaves,” I said.
“It’s pretty simple,” he said. “The more degradation I forced upon them, the better they liked it, and the more submissive they became, the harder my cock got. We couldn’t get enough of each other.”
“Oh, that’s so wonderful,” I said.
“Yes. When I finally released them they got on their knees and thanked me with tears in their eyes. They begged to be my slaves.”
“Incredible.”
“Well, they aren’t natural dominas,” he said. “And I didn’t consider myself a master; I wanted to come back to the farm. I suggested that they find themselves a real male master, but they begged me to stay. And I must confess that I’d grown to like them.”
“So you agreed to train them as ponies?”
“Yes. I used the same techniques we use here at the farm. It took a while to get them in shape, believe me there was a lot of huffing and puffing and sore muscles the first couple of weeks. But I exercised them, put them on a healthy diet and spanked them. By the end of the first month they were losing weight and toning up so I rewarded them with a whipping.”
“I bet they liked that,” I laughed.
“Not at first, but I whipped them into obedience, with a real whip, not an old cotton rope.”
“Did you like whipping them?”
“It was amazing,” he marveled. “I’d never done anything like that in my life, but when they were writhing and sobbing at my mercy, I got more excited than I thought possible. I screwed them both while they hung by their wrists and I did it strictly for myself. I didn’t give a damn whether they liked it or not.”
“You cruel man, you,” I chuckled.
He shrugged. “As it turned out they enjoyed my cruelty. They wanted more.”
“Believe me,” I know how they felt,” I told him. “Some of the most wonderful sex I’ve ever had came from men who treated me like dirt.”
He nodded.
“How long did you train them?”
“Almost a year,” he answered.
“Had they been into kinky things before that?”
“No, they were ordinary middle aged ladies before they bought me. They are both widows and have kids and grandchildren.”
“Do they families know about you?”
“They think that I am a sort of live in handyman. They have no idea of our real relationship. Most of the kids think that I’m after the girls’ money.”
“That could be awkward at family get togethers,” I observed.
“It does, so I disappear when the families visit.”
“Have your slaves been to many shows?”
“No. This is their first outing in harness.”
“They seemed to be enjoying themselves,” I commented.
“I think they like being naked in public.”
“What pony girl doesn’t? But tell me about making them into lesbians.”
“You like that eh?”
“I think it’s fascinating.”
“One night, after I’d screwed them both on the same bed,”
“Side by side?” I interrupted.
“Yes, after I finished I saw them looking at each other with such contented expressions that for some reason it made me angry.”
“Why?”
“They looked so smug and satisfied that I felt like I was being used,” he said. “So to teach them a lesson I tied one sister face down over the other.”
“Spread open with their mouths in each other’s pussy?” I asked.
“Yes, the classic lesbian tie down.”
“Then what?”
“They were horrified. They couldn’t believe that I was serious. They sobbed and begged but I was very cruel and wouldn’t let them up. We started late at night and they resisted for hours but around four in the morning they gave in and stuck their tongues in each other.”
My pussy was throbbing as I listened.
“They merely went through the motions at first,” Phil said. “But I kept them at it until I was satisfied that they were licking each other with a sincere effort.”
“Did they cum?”
He shrugged. “Who knows, they acted like they did but they could have been faking. And I didn’t care if they were, I just wanted them to obey me. I kept them tied until mid morning and made them do it several times.”
“Oooh.”
“Eventually they got used to it, and now they’ll make love to each other without being tied up. All I have to do is give the order and one gets on top of the other and they go at it. I like having that kind of power.”
“Do they come now?”
“I think so.”
“You are a terrible man.”
“I’ve also tied them face to face,” he smiled. “Or rather breast to breast.”
“Oh?”
“I make them straddle a beam and press their bodies together, then I tie them very tightly. Then I order them to kiss each other on the lips.”
“Wow.”
I’ve ridden beams many times. Sometimes solo and sometimes tied to another woman. The position is very sexy but it can be painful, especially if the beam is narrow.
“How wide is the beam?” I asked.
“Not too bad,” he answered, “Its three inches wide and padded with leather.”
“I’ll bet that leather gets very damp.”
“Yep, and I leave them that way for hours. If I walk in and find that they aren’t kissing then I tack another half hour onto their sentence.”
“The poor things.”
“Not really,” he laughed. “Sometimes they defy me. When they hear me coming they draw apart and stick their tongues out at me.”
“So they like riding the beam, eh?”
“They love it.”
“Have you given them to other people?” I asked. “Have they had sex with other women?”
“No, only with the guys at the tattoo parlor.” He chuckled. “The girls got one over on them though.”
“How?”
“The men made them eat each other’s pussy. The girls pretended to be reluctant and resisted until they were forced, then they made love to each other very enthusiastically. It drove the men wild.”
“How did you feel about other men screwing your slaves?”
“I had no problem,” he said. “We get over any jealousy pretty quickly living here.”
“That’s true,” I said.
Something occurred to me. “They licked each other’s pussy after just being pierced?” I asked. “Wouldn’t that have been unpleasantly painful?”
“No, the orgy took place before they were pierced. The tattoo artist saved that for last.”
“How did they feel about it?”
“Interestingly, they were so worked up after all the sex that they enjoyed getting pierced especially with the other men watching.”
“Maybe their pussies were numb and they didn’t need anesthetic,” I laughed.
“Oh, they weren’t numb,” he chuckled. “During the drive home they told me all about the orgy, in great detail.”
“Tell me, did you drive them home naked?” I asked.
“No, I don’t do that in the city,” he chuckled. “They were bound up but I put their coats over them so no one could see anything unusual.”
“Do they like their rings?”
“Yes, they are delighted with them and are excited to have a chance to show them off in public.”
“Are they exhibitionists?”
“They sure are, now. I’ve noticed that they wear more revealing clothing in public and they sometimes let men peek up their skirts.”
“I know the perfect place for that,” I said.
“What’s that?”
I told him about my weekend in the town teasing the clerk in the coffee shop. He laughed.
“Have they ever been naked in public before?” I asked.
“No,” he said. “I’ve never made them display themselves before today, but I could tell that they were quite excited walking through the barn just now.”
“I have a suggestion.”
“What’s that?”
“Two things,” I said. “First find them a set of really sexy show pony costumes to walk around in, and secondly why not double cross them? Make them eat each other while everyone watches.”
“Wow Beth, that’s a great idea.” He thought for a moment. “How long should I have them do it?”
“It’s up to you, but I’ve spent ten hours on that thing and I loved every minute.”
“Ten hours straight?’
“No, we were given breaks.”
“Who were you with?”
“A new pony lady you haven’t met,” I answered.
“A pony Lady?” he asked, “Not a pony girl?”
“Wait until you see her. Even in slavery, this lady is a lady. She managed to keep her dignity even while she was gang raped by our males.”
“How did that happen?” he asked.
“The first time she visited she asked for the works, and she got them.”
“She’s a visitor?”
“She’s a weekender, but a very determined one.”
“Ah yes,” he said knowingly, “A society woman who wants to be humiliated for a change of pace.”
“Exactly.”
“Is she nice?”
“She is fantastic,” I said, “And she’s here today. Look around for a very elegant lady in harness.”
“Ok.”
“Are you serious about selling your girls?” I asked.
“Yes, after their experience at the tattoo place I overheard them fantasizing about being sold into prostitution.”
“Were they serious?”
“Nah, just fantasizing about sex with lots of men.”
“And you want to fulfill their every fantasy, right?”
“Yes.”
“It sounds like you are in love with them,” I said.
“Both of them,” he said evenly.
“What would you do while they’re gone?”
“Wait for them.”
“That’s very sweet,” I said. “But if you would like a substitute while they’re away perhaps you could borrow me from Mistress Karen. I wouldn’t mind being your slave for a few months.”
He looked at me in surprise, then he broke into a delighted smile, “Great idea.”
I was intrigued by the pussy rings worn by Phil’s slave girls. I’d often thought about getting rings through my nipples or labia, but Mistress Karen forbade it. She didn’t mind branding, and tolerated rings in some of the slaves, but she wouldn’t allow both, or tattoos for that matter. She believes that too much body modification detracts from a woman’s beauty. She detests tattooed women, and will only accept females with existing tattoos so long as they are small and unobtrusive.
Word spread quickly that Phil’s slaves were sisters and that drew a lot of interest, especially when he hinted that he might put them up for sale.
Phil didn’t enter them in any competition, but he purchased an elegant set of show harness of cobalt blue trimmed in electric pink. I had seen the harness on display and didn’t care for it but it was perfect for the sisters. Phil paraded his ladies around and they attracted a lot of admiring looks.
Mistress Karen loaned him a work cart and he taught his girls how to do real work. He strapped them into heavy work harness and drove them around the farm. Mistress Karen also loaned him my Number Two and a female from another team and they were hitched together so our slaves could teach them how to move together and so forth. After a hard day of training Phil gave them to Barney who went around emptying trash barrels. Their reputation preceded them and even while hauling trash they got a lot of interested looks. They liked the attention and seemed to sparkle when some passerby reached out to squeeze a breast or pat them on the bottom.
A visiting domina volunteered to help and Phil permitted her to ride on the cart flicking her whip onto the sisters’ bottoms or nipples. She must have been good at training them because they were seen returning from the dump at a fast trot with the domina plying her whip and Barney hanging on for dear life.
Other mistresses and masters wanted to play and Phil shouted with laughter when he was asked if they could help out on the trash detail.
Of course Barney being the sex fiend that he is screwed them both several times a day, usually in his favorite position bent over the tailgate of the trash cart.
Besides pulling a trash cart Phil sometimes tied them to kneeling posts and walked away. It only took a minute for passing males to have their cocks in the sisters’ mouths. He also loaned them to anyone who asked. The sisters were quite popular and were used by dozens of men and women. They liked the attention and the sex and when not otherwise occupied they stood at the front of their cell displaying themselves to everyone who passed by. Even Right Sister seemed to blossom and became quite blatant about showing herself.
She didn’t even protest when Phil informed them that they were to be double crossed together.
Word of that flew around the grounds and drew a crowd. Several people had put their slaves on the double cross but everyone wanted to watch the sisters, especially the lesbian mistresses. Phil’s slaves seemed to enjoy the attention and were very eager with their tongues. Phil put them on the cross several times a day. Some slave owners made incredible offers to buy them, which Phil turned down.
And he branded them.
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