Number One Pony

Number One Pony

BRANDING THE SISTERS AND A DARK HORSE

When Phil announced that he was going to brand his slaves mistress Karen suggested that he do it during a break in the competitions, like half time at a football game. She also got Lou to make a branding iron on short notice.

The races had been going all morning on Saturday and at noon there was an intermission. An hour earlier several of our mistresses set up a pair of X crosses on the low stage in front of the grandstand. A crowd began to gather and watched as they put a hot brazier in front of the crosses. Mistress Donna walked around the stage holding the branding iron for everyone to see, then she made a show of placing it in the coals. Then Phil led his slaves onto the stage. They were naked except for collars and their arms were tightly bound behind them. He positioned them at the front of the stage and commanded them to kneel. Everyone watched and no one paid any attention to the events on the track. Phil and the mistresses strolled away leaving his slaves. The slave sisters knelt with their eyes modestly lowered and their knees together. Even though a number of thrilling races took place, many people in the crowd stayed close to the branding platform.

I was working nearby scoring the competitions. I glanced at the sisters a bit later and noticed that Left Sister’s knees had opened a few inches. A few minutes more and so had Right Sister’s.

“Very interesting,” I chuckled to myself. I wondered how long they would take to get those legs wide apart. I looked at the clock, and sure enough, within twenty minutes both sisters were kneeling on fully opened legs and their pussies were on display for all and sundry. Nor did they rest on their legs, they rose on their knees and thrust their breasts forward. A lot of people looked at them with interest and the professional photographers gathered set up their cameras. The sisters obviously enjoyed the attention.

As soon as the last race of the morning was finished Mary stepped onto the stage and announced that a double branding was about to take place. I wondered why Mary was making the announcement and did a double take when I saw that she was wearing a very short kimono and four inch spike heels! Those of us who knew her exchanged amazed looks. Dowdy little Mary?

People crowded so close that no one could see what was happening, so a platoon of our mistresses, led by Mistress Donna formed a line and moved them back. Then Mistress Donna stood between the audience and the crosses tapping her riding crop against her leg and glared at the crowd. She looked so magnificent and daunting that half the males fell in love with her, and I heard a master remark that he might consider selling himself into slavery, if she would have him. I don’t think he was joking.

Phil came on stage and unbuckled Right Sister’s arms, then he stood her against the cross and strapped her very tightly to it. He took his time and tightened the straps until they bit into her skin. That brought appreciative murmurs from the crowd, and a groan of arousal from his slave. Then he did the same with Left Sister. Mary handed him the microphone and he introduced himself and his girls. He explained that he was going to auction them for temporary sale and wanted his brand on them so he could be sure to get them back. Someone in the audience asked if they truly were sisters, and Phil held the microphone to the slaves’ mouths and had them confirm this. A man in the audience asked if rumors were true that they enjoyed eating each other’s pussy. Both sisters blushed, but nodded. A woman asked if they really had reversed their roles from mistresses to slaves, and they nodded again. This led to a question and answer period and the sisters told in detail all the perverse, erotic things that they had learned to enjoy as slaves. That might have gone on all afternoon if Mistress Donna hadn’t cleared her throat in a commanding way. She glared at Mary who quickly retrieved the microphone from Phil.

Phil took up a red hot branding iron and held it before Right Sister’s face. Her face showed her fear, but she nodded when he asked her if she was still prepared to go through with the branding. She closed her eyes and tensed every muscle in her body. Phil kissed her, then pressed the iron against her stomach.

A wisp of smoke appeared and her scream echoed off the rafters. Phil held the iron against her belly for about five seconds, then he dropped it in the sand and held her face tenderly between his hands.

Mary picked up the iron and put in back in the brazier. Phil Held the slave’s face until her screams subsided into sobs, then he kissed her and stepped back. The crowd was utterly silent.

Left Sister was watching intently and she lifted herself in her bonds. Mistress Donna stepped close and told Phil to tighten her straps. “Otherwise she might move and blur the brand.”

She helped Phil tightened the bands until Left sister was completely immobilized.

Phil looked at her and she nodded eagerly. Mary checked the iron, saw that it was glowing red hot and handed it to him.  Even as tightly secured as she was, Left Sister’s pelvis was thrusting forward as he approached. He started to ask her but she interrupted him.

“God yes, just brand me!” she shouted, straining against her bonds. Phil put his arm around her waist and squeezed her tightly as she whispered something in his ear. He released her, placed his free hand between her legs and slipped two fingers inside her pussy. Her eyes almost rolled up in her head when he pulled her lower body upward. The audience began applauding, and burst into cheers when Phil pressed the iron against her body. Left Sister bent her neck and watched as smoke curled up from her flesh, then she slowly raised her head, closed her eyes and screamed in pure ecstasy. Phil held the hot metal against her skin for much longer than her sister. Then he stepped back and looked at her in astonishment. She met his eyes, then mouthed: ‘Thank you’ to him. The crowd roared their applause.

He handed the iron to Mary and spoke quietly to Left Sister. Tears poured down her face but her eyes were shining and she smiled and nodded her head. Phil turned to the crowd and made a wide sweep with his hand toward his girls. Everyone applauded.

Phil’s slaves moaned on the stage for several minutes but he made no move to release them. Then something unexpected happened.

Mistress Jill and Mistress Stephanie appeared and rolled the crosses back a few feet. Then they brought out another X cross and placed it center stage. This cross was fitted with wooden hand grips at the tops of the arms. The crowd buzzed with curiosity.

Mistresses Stephanie brought out another branding iron that already glowed red, and placed it in the brazier. (It had been preheated off stage).

Mary stood to the side watching the preparations, when the cross was ready she took off her kimono. Jaws dropped. She was naked underneath. Her heavy breasts looked yummy and her thick pubic hair was like fur. She tossed her robe aside then strolled slowly across the stage to the applause of the audience. I was standing beside Audrey and we looked at each other in utter astonishment. Mary strutted slowly and sensuously, pointing the toes of her spiked heels and looking like she belonged in a Las Vegas strip club. Her breasts jiggled ponderously! After allowing her to show off for a few minutes Mistress Stephanie took Mary’s hand and guided her to the cross. Mary backed against it, stepped onto the foot rests and reached up and gripped the hand holds. Then she wriggled until she was comfortable against the wood.

“Oh my God!” Audrey whispered in awe. “She isn’t going to . . .”

“I think she is,” I whispered.

Mistress Karen walked onto the stage and pickup the microphone.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is Lady Mary, who is a member of our farm, yet is neither a mistress nor a slave,” she announced.

“Then what the heck is she?” someone yelled from the crowd.

“Lady Mary is our accountant,” Mistress Karen answered.

“An accountant?” a voice asked in disbelief.

“I bid one thousand dollars,” a man shouted.

“Two thousand,” another called.

Mistress Karen held her hand up for silence. “Mary is not a slave, and she’s not for sale,” she said.

“Five thousand dollars,” a rather notorious dominatrix called from the crowd.

“Lady Mary has decided that she wishes to be branded,” Mistress Karen said, ignoring the bids, “And will allow you to share the experience with her.”

“Six thousand dollars,” another female voice called.

Mary made a kissy face and undulated slowly against her cross.

Mistress Karen was exasperated at the interruptions. “Since Mary is not a slave she will not be bound to the cross, but will endure her pain by force of will.”

My mouth hung open, so did that of everyone who lived at the farm. MARY?

“Seven thousand dollars,” a man shouted at the top of his voice.

Now there are few women who can resist being bid for, especially when they are displayed naked in front of a crowd of oversexed people. The sexual tension was palpable. Mary whispered something to Mistress Karen. They spoke quietly for a moment. Mistress Karen shrugged in reluctant agreement. “All right,” she said into the mike. “Mary is not for sale, but since you all seem to want her so much, she has agreed to let one of you brand her.”

The crowd burst into applause.

“But, you have to pay for it,” Mistress Karen shouted over the applause.

“Not a problem,” a mistress shouted back, “How much?”

“For the privilege of branding this woman, I will start the bidding at one thousand dollars,” Karen said. “What am I bid?”

“One thousand dollars,” screamed the man who had opened the original bidding.

“Five thousand,” answered a dominatrix coolly.

“I don’t believe this,” gasped Audrey.

We watched in amazement as the bidding went on for almost twenty minutes. Mary was enjoying herself immensely and wiggled and jiggled against her cross.

“I simply cannot believe what I’m seeing,” Mistress Jill said in awe. She had walked up behind us.

“Be careful,” Audrey chuckled, “Or the next thing we know you might be up there with your legs apart.”

“No,” Jill said, “But I might drag you up on stage and burn my name on the inside of your thigh.”

“Oh God, My Lady,” Audrey breathed. “Would you really?”

The bidding stopped at fifteen thousand dollars! The winner was a fearsome domina named Princess Ekaterina. She runs a high priced dungeon in London and caters only to very upper crust clients. Millionaires pay small fortunes to be humiliated by her. She also owns a private stable of permanent slaves and racing ponies. Rumor told that she was related to a European royal family and her title of Princess might just be legitimate. 

Mistress Karen motioned for her to come onto the stage. Ekaterina wore a very daunting costume of skin tight red leather pants, dagger heeled boots and a polished steel breastplate. Her ensemble included steel wrist guards and a deadly looking ship coiled on her belt. Ekaterina is tall and imposing and magnificently beautiful, but her face is perpetually set in a disdainful sneer. She is terrifying and has a reputation for inflicting terrible punishments on slaves. I shuddered at her appearance and air of implacable cruelty, and I would give anything to be in her power for a few hours. Or days. Down girl.

Mistress Karen walked to the brazier. She lifted the glowing iron out of the coals and handed it to Ekaterina. The princess approached Mary who tightened her hold on the hand grips, wiggled a bit, then opened her knees wider and dropped her pelvis a few inches.

Ekaterina held the iron close to Mary’s face. Mary gazed at it calmly, then raised her eyes to Ekaterina’s and lifted her brows as if to say: ‘What are you waiting for?’ Ekaterina lowered the iron slowly, and so close to Mary’s body that the red glow reflected on her skin. When it reached Mary’s tummy Ekaterina pressed it just above Mary’s pubic hair and held it there.

The building was silent as Mary and the Princess stared into one another’s eyes. Ekaterina held the iron against Mary’s skin longer than usual, and I’m certain that I heard the crackle of cooking flesh.

Mary never moved, or made a sound. Her eyes never wavered from Ekaterina’s

Finally Ekaterina stepped back and handed the iron to Mistress Karen, then she put her arms around Mary and hugged her tightly. Mary kissed her, and never released her death grip on the cross! Ekaterina held the kiss as her hand slid down Mary’s belly to the brand. The crowd gasped as she caressed the fresh burn, but Mary never flinched.

She was trembling when Ekaterina finally pulled away. Mary looked into Ekaterina’s eyes and said: “Can we do that again?”

The crowd exploded into applause.

Mary stepped down and froze for a moment as the pain struck. She took a long deep breath, then straightened her shoulders and marched proudly across the stage to a resounding applause. She stopped on the edge of the platform, stood on wide spread feet and allowed everyone to look. Slave or not, I pushed my way through to see what the brand was. Audrey and Mistress Jill followed.

I smiled when I saw that Mary had been branded with the farm’s business logo. I looked up into her eyes and she smiled down at me. I let my tongue show for just a second and she nodded deeply. Audrey gasped indignantly and stuck her tongue out. Mary nodded at her too. Jill pushed us aside, looked up at Mary and let the tip of her tongue show. Mary smiled at Jill and asked softly: “What am I bid?”

She returned to her cross, arranged herself comfortably and allowed everyone to look. She and Phil’s slaves remained on display until the races resumed.

Phil’s slaves hung limply in their bonds after the branding. Both were quiet and Right Sister had her eyes closed. Even Left Sister seemed to be in shock, but people were already crowding around Phil making offers to buy them.

Several people offered to buy Mary too. Mary blew them kisses in gratitude.

When the afternoon races resumed Mary and Phil’s slaves were taken off the stage. Phil took his girls to their cells and allowed them to rest. They appeared to be happy and proud of their brands but moved gingerly as they walked. They reclined in their cell, opened their legs to view and fell asleep.

Mary stepped down from her cross, draped her kimono over her shoulder and walked easily back to the house. She strode calmly and showed not the slightest hint of discomfort. Word was flying around the farm about what she had done and mistresses and ponies stared in utter astonishment as she passed. Barney was unloading groceries at the kitchen and dropped a crate of canned goods on his foot when he saw her. After his eyes retracted into his head he made the mistake of assuming that Mary was now in slave status. He grabbed her and tried to bend her over the tailgate of his truck. He was rewarded with a solid punch to the eye for his efforts.

Mary disappeared into her room but emerged hours later wearing a typical tacky brown dress and flats. Most of our people refused to believe that she wore a brand until they saw it with their own eyes. One of the mistresses demanded to see and Mary obligingly (and astonishingly) lifted her dress for her. A small group gathered around and Mary happily displayed herself for them. We speculated that Mary might turn from a moth into a butterfly, and start wearing sexier clothing, but she continued to dress like an old maid (with one major exception). Even so, for days afterward she received requests to show her brand, and she never refused. It seemed that everywhere you turned there was Mary holding her skirt up for somebody. This also confirmed the other rumor that she never wore panties.

Gossip has it that the morning after her branding Mary was seen coming out of Princess Ekaterina’s bedroom and that her body was covered with welts. She refuses to confirm or deny this, but it is a fact that she flew to London on her next vacation.

The branding ceremony set off a chain reaction and several other masters and mistresses decided to brand their slaves. Mistress Karen didn’t want any more interruptions to the games so she moved the crosses outside.

Lou had a booth and was selling harness and pony life jewelry when he was suddenly overwhelmed by rush orders for branding irons. He didn’t want to take the time to make them and miss out on the festivities, but Mistress Karen asked him very sweetly, and offered him the use of our tool shop. Lou can never refuse Mistress Karen anything, so he made the branding irons.

She saw to it that he was paid handsomely, and also rewarded him by giving Gloria to him for a week.

Six more slaves were branded that weekend and one free woman made the decision to become a slave.

She had dabbled in bondage with her boyfriend but wasn’t sure about going into full time slavery so he brought her to the games to see pony life first hand. She was already interested, especially after seeing ponies at work and play, but watching the brandings tipped the scales. She agreed to give herself to him right then and there.

They were fully dressed in street clothes. As the crosses were being taken down she stripped naked, knelt at his feet, looked up into his eyes and vowed to be his slave for life and to put his brand on her body. The crowd was dispersing but stopped to watch. He raised her to her feet and kissed her long and lovingly. It was very romantic and the crowd applauded gently. Someone handed him a collar and leash and he buckled it on her neck. Another master gave him a set of handcuffs and he locked her wrists behind her back, then he led her to Lou’s booth and asked him to make a branding iron. Lou had it ready the next morning.

The virgin slave girl attracted a lot of interest. The newly minted master’s name is Doug and his slave is Ann. They were a nice, decent young couple and everyone’s hearts went out to them, and a large group gathered the following day to watch as she received her brand.

She was led out naked and bound. Her arms were restrained in an arm binder. Her face was pink and her nipples were very erect and she strode through the sunlight. Instead of being tied to a cross Doug bent her over a rail and tied her ankles wide apart to stakes in the ground. He hooked the arm binder to a pole above her head and strapped her waist tightly to the rail. Mistress Stephanie assisted and when she brought the hot brazier close Ann eyed the hot iron with trepidation. Her master showed her the red glowing iron and asked her again if she wished to go through with it. She swallowed, closed her eyes and nodded bravely.

He stepped behind her and pressed the iron to her skin. She squealed in pain and astonishment, but she didn’t move. The crowd clapped when he removed the iron. I think she expected to be released after the branding but her master kept her on the rail for some time. Someone in the crowd suggested that he screw her right then and there. Her head flew up and she looked back at Doug pleadingly. He appeared to waver, he didn’t want to humiliate her in front of strangers, but a tough looking domina repeated the demand. He looked at the crowd, then opened his trousers. There were oohs, and ahhs at the sight of a large and very solid cock, and to the sound of applause he thrust his cock into the girl’s rectum. She shrieked in pain and astonishment but he ignored her protests and fucked her mercilessly.

He slammed into the slave so hard that they shook the railing. She cried and begged him to stop but he only went faster.

“Good,” a mistress said approvingly. “I was afraid that he might be too gentle to be a master.”

Doug glared at her and slammed poor Ann’s bottom harder.

Finally, when he’d spurted into her, he staggered back to the cheers of the watchers. He stood slightly confused, with his very attractive penis dripping on the ground, until the tough domina motioned her middle aged female slave forward and commanded her to clean his cock with her tongue. Ann opened her eyes and watched in surprise as the slave woman eagerly obeyed, and even in her tears Ann managed to look indignant when she saw his cock in another woman’s mouth.

“Was that the first time someone screwed you up the butt?” The tough domina asked sympathetically, patting her on the bottom.

Ann sobbed and nodded.

“Get used to it honey,” the sympathy disappeared and she received a stinging slap, “You’re a slave now and he gets to do anything he wants.”

The girl sobbed louder.

The slave finished cleaning the cock and rested on her thighs awaiting orders.

“Next?” a master asked hopefully from the crowd.

“What?” Doug asked in confusion.

“Can I screw your girl?”

Doug considered for a moment, then shook his head.

“I’m not ready to loan her out yet,” he said. “Not until she’s been properly broken in.”

“Quite right,” the other man agreed, “But let me know when she’s ready and I’ll swap slaves with you for a week or so.” He indicated a very attractive female kneeling at his feet.

Ann raised her head and looked at the man, then at her master. She was obviously torn between jealousy, humiliation, and flattery at the other master’s offer.

“It’s a deal,” Doug said.

“What about lezzy sex?” a domina asked. “Has she done that?”

Ann’s eyes widened in horror.

“No, not yet,” Doug answered.

“Let me know when you’re ready to give her to a woman,” the dom drawled looking at Ann like a piece of candy, “I’ll teach her everything she needs to know about pussies.”

“Ok.”

Doug kept Ann bent over the railing or a couple of hours, then took her to the booths and bought a simple set of harness. He paraded her around for the rest of the fair and she sparkled with every step. 

He brought her back later for six weeks of pony training.