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A CONVERSATION WITH A PAIR OF CLYDESDALES
I saw two of the Clydesdales again in December of that year. As a reward for all our work at the pony show Mistress Karen gave a gift to Mistress Jill and I of a trip to a pony show in the Bahamas. It was wonderful to get away for some warm weather and ocean sun.
The show was rather small scale and all I had to do was a few dressage performances and take a few people on carriage rides; the rest of the time I was allowed to relax by the pool or on the beach. Mistress Jill and I really enjoyed ourselves and she permitted me some laxity in discipline. At least in private, the rest of the time she kept me naked except for chains or harness, and I had to be led by a leash when ever I was in public. She and I slept in her room and she allowed me to sleep in her bed. And several times I awoke to feel her fingers between my legs, and one incredible morning I woke to the feel of her sweet, sweet tongue in my pussy. Well, one thing led to another and we were very late to breakfast that day.
Later that morning we went for a trot along the beach. I was pulling her in a sulky and it felt heavenly to run in the glorious sunshine with the sea breeze in my face. She’d put me into a light service harness and I ran barefoot in the sand. I ran easily and felt like I could run clear around the island without tiring. The surf hissed beside me and the palm trees cast shadows on the golden sand.
Mistress Jill had just turned me around so that we didn’t intrude onto a public beach when we saw two large female ponies approaching from the opposite direction. They were pulling a chariot driven by a man and they ran with difficulty because they wore heavy boots and the chariot wheels sank into the sand. Their master didn’t know that it is easier for ponies to run barefoot and to pull light carts that were fitted with wide sand wheels. My sulky was fitted with wide rubber tires good for soft ground. The ponies were struggling and he was urging them on with a horsewhip. Jill reined me in and watched as they passed us. I was bubbling with energy and trotted in place as I admired how much their breasts bounced as they labored. I was impressed at how accurate the master was at plying the whip over their shoulders and onto their nipples. Mine got very hard and I dared to jiggle them at him. He was concentrating on his slaves and didn’t notice, but Mistress Jill did and snapped me back into discipline with a smart cut across my butt with her whip. I wiggled my bottom to show my appreciation, then I came to attention.
The other slave girls bravely ignored the sting of their whip and leaned into their harness. Their faces were covered with perspiration and their boobies and shoulders were pink from his whip. They finally got the chariot onto firm sand and their master gave them a moment to catch their breath. He nodded to Mistress Jill and ran his eyes over my body. I dared to jiggle my breasts again, which brought a wide grin to his face, and another fiery slash across my bottom from Jill. He nodded to her then flicked his whip and his slaves trotted away. I watched as they got into rhythm and I adored the way their enormous breasts rose and fell with their pace.
“Now that was impressive,” Mistress Jill murmured. She liked those big boobs too. I tossed my head in agreement. She flipped the reins on my shoulders and I broke into a run. I caught up with the big ponies easily and slowed to match their pace. I tried to keep my head straight but it was very hard not to stare at those magnificent breasts bouncing beside me. Mistress Jill struck up a conversation with their master and wasn’t watching me, so I dared to stare.
When we got back to the stables Mistress Jill unhitched the sulky and walked me around for a few minutes to cool down. The master did the same with his ponies and when we were cool he and Jill stood and talked. He was chatting her up and she was flirting right back. As they talked he casually pinched my nipple between the knuckles of his fingers and held it. It wasn’t at all painful, in fact, it felt terrific and I was soon squirming in delight. Jill did the same thing with my other boobie and I had to use all my self discipline to stand still. I finally resorted to tiny whimpers, which made them both laugh and release my poor nipples. They parted and Jill washed me with cool water, combed my hair and rubbed lotion into my skin and locked me in stall. I was suddenly tired from my run and from lack of sleep. We had made delicious, sweet love but I hadn’t got much rest.
The stalls were shady and open to the breeze and I curled up and took a nap.
When I awoke I saw that the next stall contained the huge women I’d seen earlier. They were watching me as I slept.
“Hello sleepy head,” one said. I looked at her in surprise, then laughed. It was Joy. The other was Delphine.
“Hello,” I shouted. “I didn’t recognize you earlier.”
“Forgive us for not greeting you,” Delphine said in her charming French accent, “But we were under the master’s whip.”
“So I saw. What are you doing pulling a man’s chariot?”
“He is our master now.”
“A master? What happened to your Mistress Ruth?” I asked.
“We broke up,” Joy said.
“Oh, the whole team?”
“Just us, we got tired of playing half hearted pony games,” she said. “Del and I wanted more excitement.”
“What kind of excitement?” I asked.
“More sex,” Delphine said.
“And more intensity,” Joy added.
“More intensity?” I asked. “What do you mean by that?”
“More pain,” Delphine answered, “The whip.”
“Have you learned to like the whip?” I asked. A silly question since their breasts were covered with fine welts, not to mention their tummies and thighs.
“Yes,” Joy said. Delphine nodded.
“I hated to leave Ruth,” Joy said sadly, “But she was too much a crusader and not enough a mistress for my tastes.”
“It is the same for me,” Delphine added, “Too much lecturing and too little sex. I seek a simple pleasurable life as a woman enslaved, not one studying the philosophy of feminine liberation.”
“Yes, that was the impression I got of Ruth,” I agreed. “How did you find your new master?”
“We serve a master and mistress,” Delphine said. “They saw us at your farm and offered to buy us but Ruth refused, so the lady spoke to us privately and gave me her telephone number.”
“We were already beginning to feel dissatisfied with being Ruth’s slaves,” Joy said. “We had been to pony shows before, but we had never witnessed anything as wonderful as the life on your farm, and that seemed to be the final straw of our dissatisfaction.”
“We want to live the way slaves do on your farm,” Delphine added.
“Do you mean in permanent bondage and labor?”
“Yes, and punishment. I had never seen a woman truly whipped until I went to your farm,” Joy said.
You’d never seen anyone whipped before?” I asked.
“Not for real. We’d seen girls with whips brushed lightly over their bodies, but I never heard the genuine crack of a whip on a woman’s skin before.”
“Turned you on did it?”
They nodded.
“We often heard the term ‘pony play’ used when we were with Ruth,” Joy said, “But at your farm we saw real pony life.”
“It was so different,” marveled Delphine, “So real.”
“I have heard other people make that comparison,” I agreed.
“After that I wanted no more play,” Delphine said. “I wanted the true life.”
Joy nodded.
“And I’ll bet you saw quite few whippings while you were there,” I said.
“Yes, although Mistress Ruth tried to shield us from them.”
“We watched the older slave woman, the one with grey hair take a terrible whipping from the magnificent mistress with red hair,” said Joy.
“Hmm. that would be Gloria and Mistress Stephanie,” I mused. “Mistress Stephanie is magnificent, isn’t she?”
Joy rolled her eyes in awe.
Delphine shrugged. “The older slave screamed and screamed at each stroke, but I watched her face and saw the ecstasy in her eyes.”
Joy nodded. “When she was released she fell to her knees and crawled to the feet of the mistress and thanked her with tears of happiness.”
“That woman has been a slave for many years,” I said.
“She is wonderful,” Joy said. “I wanted to be beside her.”
“Be careful,” I warned. “Slavery can tempt you into higher and higher levels until you are begging for very severe treatment. It can be dangerous, like drug addiction.”
“Yes, we know. Ruth lectured us on that aspect of servitude,” Joy said. “We understand the dangers and we don’t care. We want to be whipped.”
“We told Ruth and begged her to whip us,” Delphine said. “But she refused to accept it. She sees her form of dominance as role playing, but true masochism as a moral failure.”
“One doesn’t get orgasms from role playing,” I said.
“Not for long, anyway,” Joy agreed. “We discussed it for many days but she refused to accept our requests, so we left.”
“The whole team?”
“No,” Joy said. “The others wanted to leave, but they felt loyalty to Ruth, so they remained. Del and I telephoned the other lady and told her that we were available. She sent us tickets to her home and we moved to Maryland.”
“Why didn’t you come to us?” I asked.
“We didn’t know how to reach your head mistress,” Joy answered. “We didn’t have the phone number and you aren’t listed in the phone book.”
“Sure we are,” I said, “In the yellow pages under slave farms.”
Delphine’s jaw dropped in astonishment, but Joy chuckled. “She has much to learn about America.”
“That is true,” Delphine said wide eyed. Her accent became more pronounced. “Nothing is impossible, and I would not be surprised that Americans list such things in directories.”
“Are they advertised in France?” I asked.
“Of course.”
“What about your new mistress, does she have other ponies?” I asked when I was able to stop laughing.
“Yes, she and her husband are dominant people, and they have eight other servants,” Delphine said.
“Female slaves?” I asked.
“Five females and three males,” Joy answered.
“I’m surprised that you went to a male dominated place. I thought that you were truly lesbians.”
“We are,” Delphine said, “Or, we were. Now out masters teach us to enjoy sex with males too.”
“Is your master straight?” I asked.
“Oh yes,” Joy said. “He is very masculine and we must submit to him every day.”
“So must the male slaves when the mood strikes him,” Delphine added, “But he is still very masterful.”
“I do not mind,” Delphine said, nudging her partner impishly. “And Joy is learning to conceal her distaste when she has to open her legs for him.”
“Is it that bad?” I asked Joy.
She shrugged. “Actually I’m starting to like it a little.”
Delphine snorted. “Just a little?” she asked archly.
“Joy laughed. “Ok, perhaps a lot, but I prefer being used by the mistress but I enjoy submitting to the master as long as I am tied up.” She paused for a moment. “I find the act of submission to be more erotic than the act of intercourse. Curious, isn’t it?”
“Oh believe me, I understand completely.” I said. “Does he give you to other men?”
“Yes, there are several grooms who work for him and they are free to take me when ever they wish.”
“Both of us,” Delphine reminded her giggling. “They are free to use both of us.”
“You poor things,” I laughed.
“Yes, and they permit the male ponies to screw us too, even though two of them are gay. Those they must force.” Joy said.
“Yes, we must entice them to hardness with our mouths,” Delphine added.
“Wow, so two lesbians must arouse gay men to enough passion to want to fuck you? My, my. It sounds like your place is very controlling,” I observed.
“Yes, we truly are slaves, and we signed a contract that we must submit ourselves fully for one year. The master and his wife have strict ideas about what full submission means,” Joy said.
“To them it is everything and anything,” Delphine added, “And always with great intensity.”
Joy smiled and shrugged. “As I said, I don’t mind if the men screw me, as long they tie me up when they do, but I haven’t gotten used to having their penises in my mouth all the time.”
“All the time?”
She nodded wryly.
“She is not a very good cock sucker,” Delphine explained. “But she practices every day.”
“Yeah,” Joy said ruefully. “Whether I want to or not.”
“They tie Joy on her knees in the center of the stable,” Delphine said grinning at Joy. “And every passing man takes the time to pause and make her open her mouth for him.”
“Do they tie you on your knees too?” I asked.
“Oh yes, but not as often,” she said. “I am already accomplished at pleasing men but Joy’s reluctance only makes her more desirable to them.”
“They enjoy humiliating me,” Joy said. “They spurt in my face.”
“Do you enjoy the humiliation?” I asked.
Joy looked at the floor, then nodded.
“But let me guess,” I laughed. “You pretend not to so that they will force you more often.”
She blushed and nodded again.
“I like it too,” I said. “Welcome to slavery.”
“They like to tie us together,” Delphine said. “With our breasts crushed between our bodies. That excites the men.”
“I don’t blame them,” I said. “I’d like to be crushed between your bodies myself.”
“Are you gay?” Delphine asked. Joy looked me with more interest.
“I’m bi sexual,” I told her. “I’m very good with my mouth, whether with men or women, and I’m a horrible masochist.”
“We’ve heard that you are very good with your mouth,” Delphine said. “We overheard two of your mistresses bragging about you to some other women.”
“Thank you. I would love the chance to prove that to you,” I said, “Both of you.”
Delphine wriggled eagerly.
“I asked my mistress if your team and mine could be double crossed last summer,” I told them. “But it didn’t happen.”
“Double crossed?” Delphine asked. “What is that?”
“Two slaves are tied to an X cross with their faces in each others’ pussies,” I said. “Then a motor makes the cross rotate. Didn’t you see that at our farm?”
“Ah, now I understand,” Delphine said. “We did not see that at your farm but we heard about the practice.”
“Have you done that?” Joy asked me.
“Many times.”
“And people watch you?”
“Yes.”
Joy’s eyes became slightly glassy for a moment. “That would be incredible,” she whispered. “All of us with all of you.”
“All day long, and with all the people watching too,” I said softly.
Joy’s huge nipples got much bigger. She stared off into space for a long time.
“I must say, I envy you,” I told them.
“You do, why?” Delphine asked.
“First of all, I’d love to have breasts in your size,” I said. “And I admire your strength.”
“But you are so beautiful,” Delphine protested. “Your figure is so slender and lovely.”
“Yours are lovely,” I told them.
“No, we’re only a curiosity,” Joy said. “I think the novelty will wear off someday. And these big breasts give us backaches.”
“I don’t think the novelty will go away,” I replied. “People think you’re sexy and masters are now recruiting large girls just like you. You have started a trend that will probably last a long time.”
Joy shrugged.
“I saw it happen,” I persisted. “You opened the eyes of a large girl. She was inspired by you.” I told them about the plump, timid girl who learned to be free by watching them. They listened but still seemed unconvinced.
“How many people offered to buy your whole team last summer?” I persisted.
“Yes, some wanted us,” Joy admitted.
“And our new masters have received offers to sell us,” Delphine reminded her.
“True,” Joy said. “But they refuse and they are looking for two more big women.”
“They wish to have a quartet,” Delphine explained.
“Did they try to recruit your former team mates?”
“No, we asked them not to,” Delphine said. “Ruth would be all alone and we do not want her to suffer any further.”
“Our master and mistress must look elsewhere,” Joy said.
“Have they had any luck?” I asked.
“Not yet,” Delphine said. “They have auditioned many fat women, but none who match our strength or willingness.”
“Or your beauty,” I said. “That might be the hardest part.”
Delphine smiled sweetly.
“I would love to be able to carry someone in a saddle,” I said. “Does your mistress ride you often?”
“Oh yes,” Joy said. “Every day, so does our master.”
“You are able to carry him on your back?” I gasped.
“Yes,” Delphine said proudly. “He is heavy but we can carry him.”
“But we can only walk,” Joy clarified. “We can’t trot with him in the saddle.”
“Oh, that would be so wonderful,” I said. “How I wish I was strong enough to do that.”
“Our master has devised a clever way to control us,” Delphine said grinning. “Would you like to hear about it?”
“Yes.”
“His legs rest over our shoulders and he always has an erection when he rides us,” she said. “And we can feel his penis poking the back of our necks.”
“You feel it through his trousers?” I asked.
“No, his manhood is naked when he rides. And it is very long.”
“Oh my God,” I gasped. I imagined a hard penis pressing against the base of my skull. I felt a curious buzzing at the back of my neck and my pussy went white hot.
“It is a most intriguing sensation,” Delphine giggled.
Joy nodded. “When he wishes to change our direction he presses his penis against the side of out necks.”
“Without using his hands,” Delphine added.
I thought my legs were going to give way.
“Our hair is always soaked with his juice when we finish the ride,” Joy said.
“Does he masturbate while he rides you?”
“No, it’s just the motion of our heads against his cock that makes him spurt,” she said proudly.
“It is a thrilling sensation,” Delphine giggled. “To suddenly feel the master’s juice warming the back of my head or my ear.”
“And you have to prepared, because when he comes his body jerks around and we are almost thrown off balance,” Joy said. “We don’t want to drop him.”
“Of course not.”
“And he does it several times during each ride,” Joy added, “He is quite virile.”
“Do you like it?” I asked.
She nodded. “After his ride he makes us kneel in the stable and clean his cock with our mouths. Everyone gathers to watch. It is very humiliating.”
“But she likes it,” said Delphine in a loud whisper.
Joy blushed and nodded. “Afterwards a servant locks us in a pillory and washes our hair, and they keep us there until it is dry.”
“And the position makes our bottoms available to all the others,” Delphine said piously, “It is our penance for being slaves.”
My knees became weak and I had to sit down.
“What about your mistress?” I asked. “Does she ride with her pussy against your necks?”
“No, she uses a saddle equipped with an artificial penis. She is light enough that we can carry her at the trot, and the thing up her vagina always makes her enjoy the ride very much,” Joy said.
“Joy was carrying her once and the mistress had such a terrific orgasm that she fainted and fell off,” Delphine giggled. “Joy was very pleased with herself.”
“What happened?” I asked.
“I waited patiently until she recovered her wits,” Joy said. “Then she did what always happens when a rider is thrown.”
“What is that?”
“She promptly got back in the saddle.”
“And she had another orgasm before they got back to the stable,” Delphine said.
“True,” Joy affirmed. “And I was only walking that time.”
“The mistress was so weak that she toppled forward and was lying over Joy’s head,” Delphine said. “She was barely able to hold on. The stable hands thought that she was sick and rushed to help her down. You should have seen their faces when they realized that she was giggling.”
“They carried her to the house and she didn’t stop for quite some time,” Joy said proudly.
“Do they make you perform hard physical work?” I asked.
“What do you mean?”
“We do much more than sex at our farm,” I said. “We plow the fields and pull wagons and do hard labor.”
“We have heard about this,” Delphine said. “But I did not believe it. I thought that it was just fantasy play acting.”
“No, it is very real,” I said, “And much better than play acting.” I told them about plowing and tree harvesting and working the round house.
“I would like to do that,” Joy said. “Our master and mistress work us but it is only for exercise.”
“What do you do?”
“We pull heavy wagons and lift weights, and run for several miles every day. It’s difficult to maintain our weight without getting too big or too small.”
“We are given female hormones so that we do not turn into men,” Delphine added. “Our masters do not want us to look like those women who lift weights and turn their bodies into knotted ropes. They want us to be strong but feminine.”
“Oh, believe me, you are very feminine,” I said sincerely. “Every move that you make is graceful and sensuous.”
Joy smiled and jiggled her breasts, gracefully and sensuously.
“Do you get furloughs?” I asked. They looked puzzled.
“Vacations?” I clarified.
“Oh, yes we do,” Joy said.
“Why not come to the farm for a visit?” I suggested. “We will be cutting trees this autumn after harvest, perhaps you could come and experience that.”
“What would we do?”
“The male slaves cut the trees and the women drag the logs away. It is hard work and the logs are so heavy that we must use several teams. It might require eight or even twelve females to pull a log. Some times the ground is soft and we must struggle to get them moving, so the mistresses encourage us with whips.”
Joy’s nipples perked up again.
“We are naked except for heavy work shoes and leather protection from the underbrush on our legs,” I went on.
“What sort of protection?” Delphine asked.
“Chaps, like cowboys wear.”
“But nothing on your pussies?”
“Nothing.”
“Ahh, good.”
“At the end of the day we are tired and dirty and scratched and sweaty and sometimes cold, so the mistresses clean our bodies with long, warm washings in front of a bonfire and they rub lotion into the scratches and the welts from the whips,” I said.
“And what else?” Joy asked impishly.
“Everything else.”
They looked at each other, then nodded to me.
“Give us the telephone number please.”
I reported my conversation to Mistress Jill. She liked the idea of having Clydesdales on the farm and told me that she would pass it on to Mistress Karen. She also liked my suggestion that we find a way to borrow Joy and Delphine for an evening. She spoke to their master, who first wanted to trade his girls for a night in bed with her but she set him straight about that. After a long bargaining session they finally agreed that he would lend her one of his girls in trade for a night with me, then allow me and the other slave to be publicly double crossed for an afternoon.
He is very handsome and Mistress Jill later confided in me that she had been tempted to go to bed with him if he had not made it clear that she had to be submissive. I on the other hand was utterly delighted to submit to him and that night was one of the best in my life.
Mistress Jill chose Delphine and spent the night with her, which included a midnight ride along the beach. Mistress Jill wore panties and a bra and Delphine wore only minimum harness. Mistress Jill intended to be back before sunrise but in the morning they were found asleep wrapped in each others’ arms under a palm tree. When awakened Mistress Jill jumped up and quickly led Delphine back to the estate.
I was lying in Delphine’s master’s bed with my arms and legs tied wide open and he was atop my body creating a delicious paradise between my legs with his powerful cock. He is a wonderful master and lover and had whipped my breasts until I was on fire and had begged him to fuck me. He graciously consented and was smiling down into my eyes when we heard laughter outside. He glanced out the window and burst out laughing too. He saw a disheveled Mistress Jill leading his slave up from the beach. Delphine was in equal disarray. Their bodies were covered with sand, their hair was a mess, Delphine’s harness was tangled and Mistress Jill was stark naked. She stuck her chin in the air and marched stiffly past a grinning crowd to the wash pool. Ignoring the spectators, she washed Delphine from head to toe, then cleaned herself. Then they vanished into Jill’s suite.
That afternoon, to my utter delight, Joy and I were strapped to an X cross. The cross was erected under the shade of several trees just a few yards of the beach. The day was gloriously sunny with a fresh breeze off the ocean. We were marched together to the cross past a crowd of onlookers, and I must confess that I was quite jealous that Joy got all the attention, (at least her huge breasts did) and I was barely noticed. Everyone stared and made appreciative comments about her but no one seemed to realize that I was even present. Things got much better the minute that they strapped me to the cross, then rotated it until I was hanging head down. Jill pushed Joy forward and I watched her pussy get closer and closer until she was near enough to be strapped to me. Things got INCREDIBLY better the moment Joy’s tongue entered my pussy. She was fantastic! I thought that I was good at eating pussies but Joy is in an entirely different league. I had an orgasm within minutes. I hung slackly in a delightful haze but forced myself to recover and return the favor. I was helped by the feel of Joy’s huge breasts rolling across my tummy as we rotated. I felt the strength in her body and beneath her soft skin the muscles rippled with passion but her pussy was soft and warm and sweet and wet and I was in Heaven to have it beneath my nose. But over every other sensation, the weight of those breasts sliding across my skin was a new and fantastic delight. I dove into her pussy as far as my tongue could reach and had her moaning in orgasm very soon. A crowd gathered round drinking and chatting and watching us, and by the evening Mistress Jill and Joy’s master had gotten a number of offers to buy or borrow us.
I was able to regain some of the attention the next day when Mistress Jill and the Clydesdale’s master went for a ride along the beach. I pulled Mistress Jill’s light sulky and the big girls towed his chariot. We were the only real life ponies at the show. The others were part timers and amateurs, so the guests watched us with interest.
We started out side by side but I felt frisky (after all the sex of the previous day, who would not have?) so I wanted to run. Mistress Jill tried to rein me in but I refused to obey, even after she whipped my nipples bright pink, so she gave in and let me run. I trotted away for a few hundred yards, turned back, circled the other chariot and easily danced past them. I looked back at Jill. She shrugged, lounged back, relaxed the reins and waved me on. I began trotting circles around them as the Clydesdales plodded along the beach. I ran with my knees high and my breasts jiggling. This drew applause from the watchers and the cameras clicked like machinery.
We went for an hour then returned and Mistress Jill loaned me out to a few other masters and mistresses for rides. I trotted for miles that day and never got tired.
Mistress Jill had enjoyed her night out with Delphine so much that she wanted to have Joy too. She negotiated another trade with their master and I got to spend another night in his bed. Jill took Joy for a midnight ride along the beach but this time she got them back to her room before sunrise.
The next day I was double crossed with Delphine, but only for half a day. People begged to see the Clydesdales bound together so I was taken down and Joy put in my place. I came close to rebellion when Jill undid my straps but she tied me on my knees where I could watch and I confess that the sight of the huge breasts rolling from side to side as the cross rotated was almost worth being taken down.
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