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Life and Times of Perville
Chapter 2
Perville Whore Days: The Parade
Once every summer the whole town of Perville turns out for the games and certifications of “Perville Whore Days”, a festival that runs from the second week of July through the third week. Everyone looks forward to it, naturally, and the sluts prepare for weeks in advance. It kicks off with a parade, with daddy & I as parade marshals being pulled by a team of four matched sluts in the buggy, waving to all our sluts lined up on the edges of the streets, dishing out cracks of the buggy whip to offered bottoms. We're followed by different themed floats the sluts have worked on all through June, and groups marching in formation in identical slutty costumes.
The floats follow behind our carriage and are from some of the houses in Perville. Entrants include "The Joy of Forced Masturbation" - lovely sluts tied down on the float unable to avoid the vibrator positioned on their pussies, cumming over and over down the street. "Man's Best Friend" float featuring the little pet doggy bitches in collars and leashes, being led, fetching sticks, getting smacked on the nose with a rolled up newspaper, rolling over for belly rubs. The cow sluts have their own float, "Got Tits?" with some up on milking stations, hooked up to the suction, mooing and cumming....
Every day of the festival has lots of activities planned (Daddy and I are exhausted by the end of the festival). It starts off with re-certification tests for the established sluts, so all newbies and sluts receiving full citizenship can see what is in store for them and learn what Daddy likes. That portion is spread over 2 days, day 1 being the compulsories (minimum requirements) and day 2 being special certifications (Ass Whores, Cocksucking/Throat Fucking, Dairy, Tit Sluts, Pony Girls, Doggie Bitches, etc). Days 3 through 6 are the testing and certification of unassigned sluts who have had partial citizenship for 6 months to a year, and days 7 & 8 are for brand new inductees with no training. The remaining 6 days are just for fun, culminating on the last day with a big ceremony announcing the results of all the certification tests.
All along there are special fun events and competitions that the sluts can enter just for fun, such as "Most Orgasms Contest" where we force the entrants to cum as many times as possible in a 6 hour period, "Whore Squirt" with prizes for volume and distance, cow slut judging for production and taste of milk, as well as for form when being milked, "Whore Hold-Out" where the sluts compete to see who can keep from cumming the longest under extreme stimulation, "Pain Slut Endurance" in breast, pussy, ass, and predicament bondage divisions, "Clothesline Race" in which 10 or 12 - 50' knotted clotheslines are strung tightly at waist height, and sluts straddle each line with her labia or clit clamped, or sometimes with her nipples and clit tied with slim cord and connected - and race each other to get to the end over each knot. I often walk along each line encouraging each slut with the crop. Sometimes we have little challenging "surprises" in a few of the knots along the way - some prickly items bound into the knot, or occasionally a knot soaked in mentholatum or chili oil. Some sluts volunteer for endurance in the stocks, available for use to anyone walking by, for a day or several days. Each evening the winning sluts get the opportunity to please daddy in the manner of his choosing, publicly, or to provide an "entertainment" for us - girl orgies, tied-together 'fights', or simply a contest to see who can get the Daddy or his designated representative off.
The Parade
The morning of the first day of the festival, the pony sluts we selected this year to pull our carriage arrive to prepare for the parade at 10. They were chosen from the Pony Slut house back at the end of May, and have been drilling and practicing for hours every day in preparation for the honor of pulling your cart. These four have been selected to match each other as closely as possible physically, as well as for their strength and superior form while pulling a cart. A slut has to be strong to be a good pony; the cart is heavy and the gait the sluts must maintain is awkward to perform. When done correctly, it appears graceful and fluid, with a pony slut's assets prominently displayed, but maintaining the posture while simultaneously restricted and stepping high can be grueling.
These sluts have all shown themselves very capable of maintaining the proper postures while also pulling the cart. They are all very close to 5'9" tall, with the lean, athletic build of most ponies. Their thighs, rears, backs, shoulders, and arms are all well-muscled like gymnasts or ballerinas, yet covered with a decidedly feminine layer of fat. Their breasts are all full B cups, high and firm with just a slight jiggle on the downstep, capped with tight perky pink nipples. Each of these sluts has long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail that reaches almost to the middle of her back, brown eyes and olive skin. I look them over as a group, very pleased with their similarities, admiring their graceful athletic figures. These are the sluts who always dominate the wrestling challenges every year, and with good reason :). They are nervous and excited, fidgeting and stretching to burn off some of their nervous energy, and when I enter the carriage house they line up for their preliminary inspection. I like to thoroughly inspect any slut that is going to serve the Daddy personally, it is a point of deep pride to me that everything be as perfect as possible for him, even details he may not ever notice. I carry my crop as always and tap each slut into line, although I am careful not to mark any of them this early, saving that for daddy's pleasure with the buggy whip later.
The sluts are high strung today yet obediently display their cunts when directed, so that I may be sure for myself that they are properly groomed and perfect. They stand as pony sluts are trained: heads held high, shoulders well back, arms behind them, backs slightly arched, feet planted about shoulder-width apart. The Pony Slut mentor assisting me today has already shod them, in platform high heels that force their asses to lift up, their calf and thigh muscles contracted for a pleasing silhouette. I walk along the line checking each offered pussy, and all are baby-smooth and plump from a fresh suctioning. Each little clit pokes out of its hood charmingly, and I give each one a little stroke with my thumb, eliciting sighs and some relaxation from each slut. I double check that their little nipples have also been vacuum-suctioned so they are erect and firm, giving a slap here and a nip there. Perfect!
With the help of the mentor, I fit each pony slut into her tack: the leather harness around her waist, with D-rings at the sides where her arms will be bound in order to grip the carriage poles; a high leather neck collar to accentuate her posture; and lastly the head harness with blinders, plume, and bit. The reins for this team will be attached on the left side of the head harness of the left front lead pony, and threaded back through the left rear pony's head harness, to end at the carriage. The right rein mirrors the left. I walk behind the line and each slut bends over obediently presenting her lovely round ass. The mentor holds out a butt plug to each slut to be licked and wetted, and I wet my finger in each slut's cunt and circle her puckered pink little ass bud. Each anal plug is fitted with a luxurious horsehair tail dyed to match the pony sluts' honey-brown hair. As I press the narrow end of the first plug against a slut's slick asshole, I feel her little ring of muscle tighten and protest at first, then slowly relax as the plug slides in deeper. Her anus gratefully closes tight on it, and she is graced with a beautiful horse-tail matching her ponytail. As a finishing touch, I use a wide flat clit clamp sporting a set of three jingle bells on each protruding little clit, with matching belled clamps on each nipple. The tinkling tone sounds wonderful as they shift and fidget. Finally, each of the pony sluts is bound to the pulling poles of the carriage, each of their arms encased in a thin leather glove that reaches almost to the shoulder, and fastened by straps to the d-rings at her waist. Two are chosen for the front, side by side, and two for just behind them. I take a seat in the carriage and flick the buggy whip, making the sluts startle at the sharp crack, and they begin the short journey up the drive to collect You and continue in the parade.
When we pick daddy up, he is grinning ear to ear, and I feel a happy blush knowing he is very pleased with the team and how well they've been prepared. Daddy climbs up onto the bench beside me, taking the whip and the reins, giving me a kiss and an approving nod. He slaps the reins and cracks the buggy whip over the rumps of the nearest sluts, and all four begin to step high in unison, proudly pulling Daddy's carriage. When they turn to enter the street, we look out and see throngs of sluts in varying states of undress, from petite slim exotic girls with dark pointed nipples and dusky skin to big bluff busty blonde bitches-in-heat, and every pleasing type in between. The ponies step slowly so that the onlooking sluts can rush up to the carriage to hand daddy flowers and blow kisses, and to bend over in the street asking for a smack from the whip. Daddy thoroughly enjoys the happiness of all his sluts, and the excitement of the festival, and grants Buggy-Whip-Kisses to all who seek them, aiming expertly at a displayed cunt or rigid nipple as well as proffered bottoms.
Behind us are the remaining members of the Pony Slut House, wearing similar head harnesses as our team. As these ponies are not pulling today, they are wearing only thigh-high skintight leather high-heeled boots, and have their arms encased in a single leather lace-up bondage sleeve behind them. I look back and admire their athleticism and precision, as they lift each leg up high, tits thrust forward, heads held steady. A very stirring sight! I turn to daddy and follow his gaze to the backsides of the sluts pulling our carriage; the rhythm as they step is hypnotic, as we both enjoy the sight of their firm buttocks and thighs flexing and clenching with each step, listening to the jingling of their bells, watching the sweat add a sheen to their smooth nude bodies, feeling the effort they make as they pull us the few blocks of the parade route.
When they stop at the grandstand from where we will watch the rest of the parade, daddy goes up and offers each slut a cube of sugar, admiring the saliva and sweat shining on their taut breasts, flicking each of their little bell clamps playfully. That is all the "well done" they will receive from him for now, but it lights each one up like a firecracker, and they nicker and rub up against daddy. Chuckling, daddy joins me up on the stand to view the coming parade floats.
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