Number One Pony

DENIAL TORTURE

Mistress Eve didn’t forget about sexual denial. A few weeks later she decided to experiment using me as her test subject. At first I was titillated, after all, my masochistic tendencies were fired by the idea of extended punishment, but after a while I would have done anything to get out of the test.

She put me into a no nonsense chastity belt and an armored brassiere. The belt fit tightly and had a smooth nylon lining to prevent chafing. It was perforated to allow air circulation, but it fit so closely that I couldn’t have gotten a finger between it and my body. It wasn’t a vibrating belt and there were no dildoes involved. It permitted me to go to the bathroom but otherwise it was simply designed to keep me from enjoying sex, and it worked far too well.

The bra wasn’t really armored; it was just made of thick, stiff leather and the points were bulbous so that the bra never touched my nipples. No matter how hard I tried I could not manage to get any sensation from them. Normally a woman can brush against something, or someone, or pinch herself when no one is looking. Even wearing clothing can be stimulating for a lady’s boobies, but that damned bra prevented any contact at all. I doubt that I could have felt anything even if I dived off the barn roof onto my chest. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t make either the belt or bra rub against my skin.

Working the fields didn’t help either. I threw myself into hard work; at first to try to get some movement, and later to take my mind off my misery. The rest of the ream complained that I was working them too hard, that is until Mistress Eve threatened to let them join me in denial. They shut up fast.

Mistress Eve worked us in the fields and sometimes had me pulling wagons or walking the floor of the pump house alone and I was so horny that at times I sobbed with frustration. I became disobedient, hoping that a good whipping might bring some relief, but Mistress Eve was too smart for that. She snapped the whip over my shoulder and the tip struck squarely on my bra. It made a loud pop but I didn’t feel a thing. I screamed in frustration but Eve only laughed. Then she got me between my legs with the end of the whip and I barely felt that too. I looked at her pleadingly, silently begging for a good whipping but she would only whip my lower legs of shoulders, no place where I get sexual pleasure. And when I deliberately misbehaved her of punishing me was to tie me into excruciating positions for long periods of time.

I finally rebelled and refused to move. She was leading us out one morning and I stopped in my tracks in the barnyard. She snapped the reins on my shoulders, then tapped my calf with her whip. I turned, looked her squarely in the eyes and called her every awful name that I could think of. That brought gasps of horror from the rest of the team and everyone else in earshot was stunned, but all Mistress Eve did was to unhitch me and hook my reins to the fence. She left me standing there while she took the rest of the team to work. Then she returned and whipped my legs with a thin switch until I was sobbing, than she put me into a super tight hogtie until I was a human ball, then she rolled me into a net and hoisted it off the ground. I hung suspended over the barnyard all day with my legs burning.

For four solid weeks I wasn’t allowed to enjoy any sexual contact of any kind. Mistress Eve even tied my wrists to the top of my cot at night so that I couldn’t touch myself. Sleeping in bondage without sex was pure hell. BEING in bondage without sex was pure hell too.

I suffered a month in depression and frustration.

Mistress Karen stopped us one afternoon as we returned from work. She looked my belt and bra over, then tapped them with a riding crop. I heard the sound but felt nothing. Mistress Karen saw the tears in my eyes and gave me a sweet sympathetic kiss.

“Don’t worry,” she whispered. “We will make it up to you.”

It was all I could do to keep from yelling at her.

By the end of that awful month I was practically a babbling idiot. Everyone watched with interest, and some with alarm. At first some girls thought it would be fun to endure what I was going through, but even the most masochistic ponies changed their minds after watching me for a couple of weeks. Rumors circulated that everyone might suffer the same treatment and there were mutterings about leaving the farm if that happened. I have to confess that I also had thoughts of resigning. I was horribly depressed.

The experiment ended on a Saturday morning. Mistress Eve woke me, fed me a hearty breakfast (and made sure that I ate it all), led me to the barnyard, tied my wrists above my head to a tree limb and removed the belt and bra from my body. Several other mistresses gathered to watch. I cried with relief when I felt the air on my breasts. My skin was pink and slightly irritated and I had a reverse bikini tan. Eve bathed me very gently and I cried at the soft, sweet touch of her hands. She tried to keep it from happening but I was so sensitive that when she massaged skin lotion onto my poor deprived boobies I convulsed in orgasm and fainted.

The last thing I remembered as I lost consciousness was the sound of the onlookers applauding. When I came to I was hanging by my wrists, but I felt so much better. My discipline returned and I made all the signals to Mistress that that I wished to speak.

“What is it?” she asked.

“I have been a very bad pony,” I said. “I am sure that I deserve some very strict punishment.”

“Don’t worry, I have something in mind for you,” she said.

Eve marched me to her room and spread me wide on her bed. The other mistresses followed us in a little procession. They stood in the door and watched as she tied me so tightly that I was whimpering with pleasure, then she pushed them all out of the room and closed the door. She knelt between my legs and bent forward and blew gently on my pussy. That’s all it took!

I had the sweetest, most delicious orgasm possible.

Mistress Eve, that cruel, wicked, heartless dominatrix, made love to me all morning. The others wandered in and out and watched and commented. Some even brought their morning coffee and sipped it as Eve’s mouth did wonders to my pussy. Some offered to relieve Mistress Eve but she refused. She told them that she owed it to me. Then Mistress Stephanie peeked in the door and saw what was happening. I was in a happy dazed condition and only vaguely heard her offer to take over. Surprisingly Mistress Eve got up and allowed Mistress Stephanie to get between my legs. Even after enjoying hours of orgasms I was instantly driven ecstatic by her mouth. After a wonderfully long time she was relieved by Mistress Carol.

Mary’s room is next door and she wandered in wearing a horrid brown bathrobe and ugly slippers and carrying a cup of tea and a scone. She dragged a chair close and ate her breakfast while she watched intently. Eventually she put the glass down, gently pushed Mistress Carol off of me and crawled between my legs. Carol looked at Mary in annoyance and I wondered if she was going to put Mary in her place but to my astonishment she let her get away with it. Carol rolled off the bed and made room for our mousy little accountant. Mary put her tongue in my pussy and she proved to be absolutely fantastic. 

I fell asleep (or fainted again), and awoke in mid afternoon. I vaguely recalled other mistresses licking my pussy but I couldn’t say how many or who they were. I heard women’s voices in the living room. I heard laughter and the clink of wine glasses. I was dying of thirst and wondered if I dared call out when Mary stuck her head in the door and saw that I was awake. She kicked off her slippers and dropped her robe to the floor and without a word climbed on the bed and slipped her tongue into my pussy. I enjoyed, (endured?) another orgasm, then begged to have something to drink, and to go to the bathroom.

Mary untied me and pointed to the bath. I drank from the tap then relieved myself, then, without permission, I turned on the shower. Mary leaned against the door and watched as luxuriated under the hot water. She stepped away and summoned one of the house ponies to change the sheets and fluff the pillows. While that was happening Mary astonished me again by joining me in the shower. She washed my body from head to toe and after using half a bottle of Mistress Eve’s bath lotion she dried me, then herself, then she combed my hair and left. When I emerged from the bath room she was waiting sitting primly on the bed. I knelt at her feet and tried to press my face between her legs, but she kept them closed. She didn’t say a word, she just motioned for me to lie down. She tied me in place then buried her face in my crotch.

I asked her to turn and put her pussy on my mouth, and she did just that. She squirmed around until her mouth was over my pussy and her pussy over my mouth. I crooned in delight when the thick pelt of her pubic hair covered my eyes and nose and lips. It smelled so nice and her pussy was delicious.

Mistress Eve walked in and huffed in indignation.

“She’s in here,” she called. “She’s eating the slave’s pussy again.”

I looked up at her between Mary’s legs.

“No fair,” I heard someone say. “It’s somebody else’s turn.”

Mistress Donna walked in. “All right Mary, get up and give someone else a chance.”

Mary didn’t reply, she just shook her head (which made me gasp). Mistress Donna repeated her demand so Mary slid her arms under my body and held on tight. Her tongue kept tickling my clitty. Mistress Eve just looked at each other then they tried to lift Mary off of me. She clasped her hands under me and they couldn’t get her loose so they called for reinforcements. Several mistresses finally broke her grip and picked Mary up by an arm and a leg each and yanked her off of me. I whimpered but they ignored me. They carried Mary through the door and I heard a loud thump from the other room, and an oof, from Mary.

Mistress Donna returned, closed the door and took off her clothes. I gasped in astonishment. She didn’t speak; she just held her finger to her lips then knelt between my legs. A moment later I felt the most delicate and perfect tongue in the world touch my soul. (Mistress Eve told me later that I am the only woman that Mistress Donna has ever kissed on the pussy).

When Mistress Donna had sent me through the clouds of heaven she got up and kissed me long and lovingly on my mouth, left without a word. I was floating a few inches off the bed when I heard a familiar voice in the other room.

“Having a party ladies?” I heard Mistress Karen ask.

“An impromptu one,” someone answered. “Care to join us?’

“Certainly, but why is Mary tied up, has she decided to become a slave?”

I heard Mary squealing indignantly through a gag.

“No, it’s the only way we can keep her from breaking in line,” someone said.

“Breaking in line?”

“We have a slave in the bedroom,” Mistress Eve said. “And Mary doesn’t want anyone else to have a share. She keeps sneaking in there when we’re not looking.”

“Bad girl, Mary,” Mistress Karen laughed. “If you don’t behave I’ll let them do more than just tie you up.”

“Oooh, how about a nice spanking?” someone suggested.

“Or, rather a very severe spanking,” another voice offered.

“I vote for the whip,” Mistress Eve said, “Mary is obviously a pain lover, remember her branding?”

Mary squealed incoherently again.

The room echoed with laughter.

Mistress Karen peeked in and saw me. “Does anyone object if I break in line?” she asked.

“No ma am,” several voices said in unison.

The bed was a mess again. The sheets were sopping wet and wrinkled and the mistresses rushed in and tidied up. They kept me tied while they slipped the old sheets from under me, then several lifted me up just enough to slide fresh ones onto the bed and tuck them neatly. Another mistress washed my face with a warm cloth and another did the same to my pussy. Hands rubbed talcum powder over my body and someone tried to comb my hair. They all stood up and looked me over, making sure that I was properly prepared.

Mistress Karen came back into the room. She took off her clothes, shooed the others out and sat on the bed. She ran her fingers over my tummy, then slipped them close to my pussy.

“You’re very red down here,” she said, “And slightly swollen. Did the chastity belt cause chapping?”

I tried to speak but my voice failed. I only managed to shake my head.

“Ah, I see,” Mistress Karen chuckled. “Is this from overuse today?”

I nodded. I was still having trouble descending to earth after Mistress Donna. My eyes didn’t seem to focus properly. Mistress Karen looked closely at my face.

“How many orgasms have you had today?” she asked.

I managed a tiny, moaning squeak.

“I think that means you’ve lost count,” she chuckled.

I nodded.

“Then how many girls had their tongues in here?”

“Don’t know,” I whispered.

“Well, are you entirely burnt out?” she whispered. “Or do you think you can take one more?”

“Yessss,” I opened my legs an inch wider, closed my eyes and purred deeply.

Mistress Karen, the embodiment of a living goddess, put her body over mine. She pressed her breasts against mine and gave me a long sensual kiss, then slid her nipples down my tummy and lowered her face between my legs. I felt her warm breath on my pussy lips for a few seconds, then her tongue slipped delicately inside me, and I slipped into paradise.

I closed my eyes and wondered how I’d ever managed to deserve this.

The mistresses started on me at nine o’clock in the morning. Mistress Eve bought me lunch and fed me while I was tied to the bed, and gave me another snack later. It was midnight when Lady Karen sent me into ecstasy for the final time. During all those incredible hours none of them demanded that I do anything to please them. Only Mary put her pussy to my face and that was because I begged her to do it. I would have happily serviced all the others but all they wanted me to do was lie in my bonds and enjoy what they did to me.

I awoke the next morning still tied to Mistress Eve’s bed. I was dying to go to the bathroom and called out. Mistress Eve came in, untied me and permitted me to take a bath in her tub, then she massaged skin cream into my body. Afterwards she walked me to the stables, where I ate a good breakfast and went right back to bed. I slept all day.

When I awoke every female pony was sitting outside my stall watching me.

“Well, what did they do to you?” Number Two asked.

I told them.

Some of the slaves scoffed in disbelief when I told them that both Mistress Donna and Mistress Karen and honored me with their tongues.

“Oh, it gets even weirder,” I said.

“How?” asked Gloria.

“Mary ate my pussy.”

“No way,” someone gasped. “Mary?” 

Mistress Stephanie happened by.

“Number One is telling the truth,” she said. “Karen, Donna and Mary ate her pussy, along with a bunch of other women.”

There was an awed silence.

“Who was the best?” Panama Patty asked.

“Mistress Stephanie, of course,” I replied.

Stephanie laughed and walked away.

All of the ponies thought that it might be worth the torment to have Mistress Donna and Mistress Karen make love to them, and a couple of girls offered to undergo denial hoping they would receive the same kind of reward. They were given no promises and after weeks in chastity they did enjoy a long day of sex, but they didn’t get Mistress Donna or Mistress Karen. They had to settle for the other mistresses, and Mary.

Later Mistress Eve asked me what I thought about a month without sex, and if the reward was worth the torment. I told her that the reward was fantastic.

“Would you want to go through it again?” she asked.

“I don’t think so, my lady,” I answered. “The reward that you and the other mistresses gave me was wonderful, but I another month in denial would drive me out of my mind, even if I could expect all those ladies to make love to me afterwards.”

“No,” she mused. “I doubt if Donna and Mistress Karen would do it on a regular basis, even for their favorite pony girl.”

“In that case, I think I’d rather return to the old routine,” I told her.

An odd thing came out of the denial experiment. Mary, the mousy accountant, took to wearing a chastity belt.

The day after I was released Mary had me taken to her room. I thought that she was going to tie me to her bed and have sex but she just interrogated me about wearing the denial belt. I told her of the horrible frustration, but when I tried to tell about the bra she waved that aside. She was only interested in pussy denial.

She placed the belt onto herself and wore it for a month, every day, all day except to bathe. She wore it at her desk and on trips to town. According to the house ponies she even slept in it.

Mary asked Mistress Eve for the same confinement belt that I had worn and placed it over her own pussy. I was flattered.

She was about to send me back to the stable when I shyly asked if there was anything that I might do for her.

I was kneeling with my arms bound and she shrugged and took off her dress. I was delighted when her pussy came into view and inched for ward on my knees. Mary spread her feet and I buried my face in her hair. 

After four weeks she came to the stables, selected six of us and had us brought to her apartment. I was thrilled to be selected, so was Gloria. We were delivered to the hallway outside her room and ordered to kneel. Mary appeared wearing a dowdy old dress and slippers. She stood in the hall and peeled the dress over her head, revealing that she wore nothing beneath except a chastity belt. Her thick pubic hair spilled out on both sides and when she took the belt off her hair beneath it was molded into the shape of the belt. She took us into her bedroom one at a time. She started with Gloria and ended with me. We knelt in the hallway waiting our turns.

From the squeals and giggles we could tell that Mary was enjoying herself. She saved me for last and I was afraid that she might be worn out. When my turn came several hours later her crotch was soaking wet and her pussy lips were red and swollen. I knelt between her legs and nuzzled my face against her soaking wet hair. Then I admired her brand while I used every skill I’ve learned to please her. Even after enjoying the efforts of five other talented slave girls, Mary still went into a groaning thrashing explosion of delight from my tongue.

Mary fell asleep and I waited patiently until she awoke. The other slaves waited in the hallway. It was dark outside when Mary stretched and climbed out of bed. She brought the other slaves in, untied us and commanded that we bathe and pamper her. We washed her body in a warm bubble bath, then massaged every inch of her skin. We did up her hair and she even allowed Gloria to apply makeup.

Mary looked very attractive when Gloria finished, and we told her so. She looked at herself in the mirror, laughed, then buckled our arms behind our backs. She slipped into a very sexy baby doll nightie and took us back to the stable. People stopped in their tracks and some did double takes when they recognized Mary, and a couple of mistresses propositioned her, but she shook her head and returned to her room.  

Mary put her chastity belt back on the next day and wore it for another month. Then she took six of the males to her room. According to the Mistresses and house ponies the thumpings and squeals and moans and orgasmic bellowings from the pony boys sounded like they had the orgy of the century.

The next month Mary took a half dozen female slaves, another time she mixed male and female ponies, and that has become her routine, four weeks on, one day off for an orgy, then four weeks of self denial.