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The Nurse
Every time we host a show Mistress Karen is inundated by people who want to live here. Some are veteran ponies who realize that they can really live the life and some are people who have never even seen pony life but recognize instantly that this is what they need. Unfortunately Mistress Karen simply can’t accept all the applicants. She feels that having too many slaves will cause us to lose our intimacy and she doesn't want the farm to become impersonal. Regretfully she must turn down the new applicants, but to our surprise, this time we got a new permanent member of the farm. And she isn't a slave.
We always provide a nurse during the show to tend to any injuries, and of course, Mistress Karen can't call Medical Temps and ask for just anyone, the nurse has to be kinky and discreet. Very discreet!
There are always people who fill the bill and our fame is so wide that Karen receives applications from nurses and even doctors who want to live here. This year's nurse is named Ellen. After the show she convinced Karen that having a permanent nurse on hand would save in medical bills and trips to town to see a doctor. She had already worked in a sexual slavery environment and knew that discretion is very important, and getting group medical insurance for everyone could get awkward when Blue Cross starts to ask questions about pony related injuries.
During the show Nurse Ellen had a small first aid office in the show barn and dressed for her duties in a very sexy white nurse's dress with a short skirt and open collar that exposed an impressive expanse of bosom. She wore white shoes, stockings and garter belt and red Cross on her sleeve. In fact, her costume was so erotic that many guests didn’t think that she was a real nurse. She got several offers to play ‘Doctor’ and our mistresses had to convince people that she was there to provide medical service, and nothing else.
Mistress Karen made it clear to Ellen that she was not to be distracted from her duties by having sex with anyone while she was on duty. Ellen is a professional and agreed to the terms. Even so, quite a few masters and mistresses appeared at the first aid booth complaining of this ache or that pain and Ellen found it difficult to concentrate on her duties when tending a sexy slave who was strapped naked to her examination table.
Ellen enjoyed the attention and flirted outrageously but she really didn’t have much to do medically other than to wrap a few sprained ankles, tend to pulled muscles and treat a few welts when some master or mistress got carried away with a whip.
The worst injury was to one of the males in a visiting tug of war team who wrenched his back during the competition. (At least he claimed he did). Ellen gave him a long massage and rubbed liniment into his muscles and from the look on his face he enjoyed it immensely. When he suggested that she walk on his back with her spike heels she gave him a slap on his bottom and sent him back to his master. He moaned and whimpered as he hobbled away but sported a huge erection.
Ellen is a very pretty. She is a redhead with dark green eyes, lots of freckles and a wide mouth that seems to always be smiling.
She drew a lot of admiring looks and most people assumed that she was a dominant. That is until one day she showed up wearing restraints.
My team was returning from a race and Mistress Eve was walking us round the track to cool down, when I heard Number Three gasp. We looked where she was looking and saw Ellen walking through the barn wearing her white uniform but with red leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles and a collar around her neck. A stethoscope had been converted into a leash and was draped loosely around her shoulders.
A visiting mistress grabbed Ellen’s leash and yanked her to a stop. We were too far away to hear their conversation, but Ellen curtseyed and showed the mistress her leathers, then, in obvious obedience to a command she raised her skirt to display a very sexy pair of transparent red panties. Their body language was easy to read, the mistress was fondling Ellen's breast and Ellen was smiling and pushing forward. She batted her eyes at the mistress and wriggled side to side. As they talked our Mistress Jill walked by, took the leash out of the other woman's hand without pausing and led Ellen away, leaving the visiting mistress open mouthed in indignation. Ellen had to trot to keep up. She looked back at the other mistress and shrugged. Mistress Jill took her aside and it was easy to see that she was giving Ellen a severe scolding. Ellen bobbed her head, lowered her eyes, bent a knee slightly, and rocked her shoulders.
“Now that is very interesting,” Number Two said. “It looks like she is quite the sub.”
“Yeah, look at her body language,” Three agreed. “She's been trained.”
“No kidding. See how she's pushing her boobs out,” Four said, “I think she's hoping Mistress Jill will punish her.”
“Yes, it's pretty obvious,” Mistress Eve agreed. She led us to our holding stall and unharnessed us. She gave us permission to rest and we all flopped down. She sat down too. We watched Mistress Jill remove Ellen's cuffs and leash and take them away. She shooed Ellen back to work. (Rumor has it that Jill put the cuffs back on Ellen that night.)
“Has anyone ever run across a slave nurse before?” Two asked.
“Uh, well yeah, I seem to recall one,” Number Three said sarcastically.
“Oh, yes, I forgot,” Two said.
Three had been a nurse in the real world.
“Did you dress like that?” Four asked.
“Only in my first year of nursing school,” Three answered. “We still wore whites but we didn’t get the caps.”
“Did your whites fit like hers do?” Four asked nodding toward Ellen.
“No way. We had regulations about skirt length and the height of the heels, and we had to wear a full slip under the dresses.”
“White granny panties too?” I asked.
“Yep, under thick white panty hose,” Three replied.
“White panty hose can be very sexy,” I said.
“What about red leather slave collars?” Mistress Eve asked. “I’ll bet you didn’t wear those.”
“No ma am,” Three answered. “The woman who ran the program was very strict but not kinky. Why I never even got a spanking from her.”
“Well, what kind of school was that?” Two said.
Mistress Eve chuckled and pinched Two's nipple.
NUMBER THREE AND THE FIRE DEPARTMENT
“Actually, I wasn't a submissive girl yet,” Three went on, “That came later when I worked on an ambulance crew.”
“What happened?” I asked.
“I was working out of a fire station,” Three said. “One day the firemen were practicing rappelling down the sides of the building with ropes. I was watching and they showed me how to wear the harness.”
“Ah ha,” Two muttered. “I see it coming.”
“Yeah,” Three giggled. “A dozen muscular firemen stood around watching while the lieutenant placed the ropes on my body.”
“Lit your fire, did it?” Mistress Eve asked.
“Yes ma am, especially when he tightened the rope in my crotch then hoisted me ten feet into the air. I had a teensy orgasm on the spot.”
“Mmm.”
“Did they notice?” Four giggled.
“I think so,” Three said. “I was very red in the face and breathing hard when they let me down, and they were all grinning.”
“Yeah, its hard to disguise the smell of damp panties,” Four said.
“They were boisterous and bounced me high off the ground several times. My pussy was tingling, like when you ride in a fast car or on a roller coaster,” Three added.
“I've always wanted to ride naked in a roller coaster,” Two commented.
“Well, the whole world knows that you've ridden naked in fast cars often enough,” Three told her, “Now do you want to hear this or not.”
Two stuck her tongue out at her.
“Were you wearing a nurse’s uniform?” I asked, “Short skirt and all?”
“No, I was in EMT gear,” Three replied. “A uniform shirt and baggy pants with huge pockets.”
“Eeyew, those things are very un sexy,” Two said.
“What happened next?” Mistress Eve asked.
“Nothing that day,” Three said. “But I couldn't get the memory of that sexy feeling out of my mind. A few days later I was alone in the training room trying on the harness when one of the men came in and caught me.”
“And?”
“He offered to help me get the harness right. He tied every thing correctly but made the crotch straps so tight that I had another orgasm right then and there, and I couldn’t conceal it either,” Three said. “I sagged against him and he held me upright with one hand on my ropes.”
“Just one hand?”
“Yes, he was very strong.”
“My, my.”
“When I stopped trembling I looked up into his face and he saw right into my inner soul. He grabbed my pussy and lifted me off the floor again. I was utterly helpless and just hung there in his grasp. I fell backward and he caught me by grabbing my shirt. He grinned like he owned me and popped my shirt open.”
“He tore your clothes off?” I gasped.
“No, the shirts are held together with Velcro, no buttons,” Three explained.
“Very convenient,” Mistress Eve chuckled.
“Um hmm, and he slipped his finger inside my bra and tickled my nipple. I was so weak from the orgasm that I couldn’t fight him off. I just let my arms dangle at my sides.”
“Did you want to fight him off?” I asked.
“God, no.”
“He was still holding you off the floor?” Number Four asked.
“Easily,” Three answered. “Firemen spend a lot of time working out between calls. Most of them are very strong.”
“And very cute,” Four added.
“He held me while he yanked my tee shirt and bra up and sucked my nipples,” Three went on, “He had one hand on my back and the other between my legs.”
“And you hated everything he did, right?” Two laughed.
“I loved it,” Three replied smiling, “Especially when he cut the crotch open in my pants.”
“What?” Mistress Eve gasped.
Three nodded. “He hoisted me up and clipped my harness to an overhead hook, spread my legs apart and took my emergency scissors off my belt and cut through the seam of my pants.”
“Wow,” Two whispered.
“He slid my panties to the side and put his finger inside me,” Three went on.
“Only his finger?”
“At first, then he added more fingers until I was ready to come again. My hands weren’t tied, but I was still as helpless as a ladybug in a spider web.”
“Was that the first time you ever wore harness for sexual reasons?” Mistress Eve asked.
“Well, I hadn’t intended to have sex in harness, but yes, it was the first time.”
“Did he fuck you?” Mistress Eve asked impishly.
“Yes ma am.”
Three’s simple answer left us all very quiet. We could envision her hanging in that harness while the fireman thrust into her. I imagined myself hanging helplessly in a harness while a fireman fucked me. So did the others. (Even Mistress Eve had a far way look on her face).
“Then what?” Two asked after a deep breath.
“He went into the locker room and washed up,” Three said. “I hung there with my breasts open to the world and my crotch sopping wet.”
“Didn't you get down?” I asked.
“I didn't even think about it,” Three answered. “I just hung there in that happy afterglow. I wouldn't have cared if the whole fire department had walked in and seen me.”
“Wow.”
“My fireman came back and released me,” Three continued. “I went into the women's locker room and tried to straighten myself up. I was so shaky that I could barely stand. I collapsed on a bench and played back in my mind every moment of what had happened. Finally I managed to get up and take a shower. When I put my uniform back on my panties were ruined so I threw them away. I had to finish the shift wearing open crotch trousers with nothing underneath.”
“Didn't you have a change of clothing at the station?” Two asked.
“Yes, but I was so dazed that it didn't occur to me to change.”
“Good Heavens, was that your first orgasm?” I asked.
“Not quite, but I was young and hadn't had many sexual experiences,” Three said. “And nothing as powerful as that one.”
“Was it the experience, or the man?” Two asked.
“The experience,” Three said. “Being helpless was so exciting that it frightened me.”
“Did anyone notice that you were crotchless?” I asked.
“No, I stayed to myself as much as possible,” Three answered. “And kept my legs closed.”
“Keeping her legs closed is usually a good policy for a woman,” Mistress Eve commented.
“Oh no its not!” blurted Two. She blushed when Eve looked at her.
“Thank God we didn't get any calls,” Three said, to distract Mistress Eve.
“Why not?” Four asked.
“Because on a first aid call I have to move a lot, and bend over and squat down and such.”
“Oooh, yes.”
“How did you feel?” Four asked.
“Confused, excited, embarrassed, naughty, flattered, and wanting more,” Three replied.
“Did the fireman become your master?” Mistress Eve asked.
“He became one of them.”
“Oh? How many did you have?”
“The whole squad.”
“Wow.”
“On the next shift the fireman put me in the harness and hoisted me off the floor. Then he cut the crotch out of that pair of pants, yanked my legs apart and repeated what he’d done the first time.”
“My, my,” Mistress Eve murmured.
Three Nodded. “Then another fireman came in and caught us. He leaned on the wall until the first guy finished, then he did the same thing to me.” She blushed. “The first guy went out and called the whole squad in and they all fucked me that day.”
“Oh, my God!” Two and Four breathed together.
“How many all together?” I asked.
“Eight,” Three replied. “The only man who didn’t fuck me was my ambulance diver, who was gay.”
“Incredible!”
“All of them at once?” Four gasped.
“One behind the other for at least two hours.”
“And you became their slave?” Mistress Eve asked.
“Well, no one mentioned slavery, they just used me for their enjoyment. But they were all Type A self assured males. The told me what to do and I scurried to do it.”
“Such as?” Mistress Eve asked.
“Cooking the meals, getting patted on the bottom, having my boobies squeezed or giving lap dances in the tv lounge.”
“Wow,” Two breathed, “Lap dances?”
Three nodded.
“How did you feel about it?” Eve asked.
“I loved every second of it,” Three answered. “The bondage started when one guy tied me to my bunk and screwed into a shrieking orgasm.”
“Was it the screwing or the bondage?”
“The bondage. I loved the feel of the ropes and I was already on the edge of coming when he finished tying me. All it took was for him to slide into me and I went insane.”
There was a long silence.
“Others heard me scream and came running in. They watched in awe as I thrashed around like a mad woman. Then they took their turns.”
“How many times were you the center of an orgy?” Eve asked.
“I honestly couldn't tell you, but it was a lot. This went on for eight months. The guys enjoyed screwing me one after another and we would have a drawing at the start of each shift as to who went first and second and so on,” Three said.
“How old were you?” I asked.
“Twenty one.”
“Twenty one and having group slave sex already. I'm impressed.”
Three shrugged. “After that first time tied to my bunk I never had sex without being bound in some way or another. After that day I begged them to tie me up again.”
“I've never heard of a man who would turn that request down,” Four laughed.
“Me neither,” Three agreed. “They got into the act and began experimenting with different positions and locations.”
“Ah, I imagine on your knees tied to the fire pole would be one,” Two mused. “That would be my favorite.”
“Of course,” Three laughed. “And to various pieces of equipment, the dining table, hanging by my wrists in the hose tower, and most often spread open on my bed in the bunk room. Some days I was kept in bondage for hours and I loved every minute.”
“The hose tower?” I asked.
“Yes, they stripped me naked one night and hoisted me to the top of the tower by my wrists. I really liked that because I could look out through the louvers and see the city around me.”
“What is a hose tower?” Four asked.
“A tall slender tower attached to the fire station,” Three told her. “They hoist the hoses up and let the water drain out after they are used. Otherwise it can cause mildew and rot the hoses.”
“How do they hoist them up?” Four asked.
“Ropes hang down from pulleys,” Three said. “Perfect for hanging girls by their wrists.”
“Hanging by your wrists must have hurt,” Two observed.
“It did, and that's how I discovered that I was a masochist as well as a slut.”
“Ah, you enjoyed the pain?” Mistress Eve asked.
“Yes ma am.”
“Lucky girl.”
“Yes ma am.”
“Did they whip you?” Four asked.
“No. I was never whipped, but I got spanked a lot.”
“What about when the alarm went off while you were tied up?” I asked.
“The guys would cut my ropes and I’d get into my uniform very quickly. They were still professional firefighters so my uniform and equipment were kept close to hand when I was naked.” She smiled. “One day They barely got me released in time and the ambulance was leaving without me. I ran after it with my clothes in my arms and jumped in the back stark naked as it was going out the door.”
“That sounds very sexy,” Four breathed.
“On busy days they would tie me up in the back of my ambulance,” Three said.
“So you got screwed on the stretcher?” Four asked.
“On the stretcher, on the bench, and hanging from a hook in the ceiling.”
“That sounds nice,” I giggled.
“Oh, was it ever,” Three sighed. “If they weren't screwing me, they practiced tying me in different positions. I began to enjoy bondage for its own sake.”
Two let out a long sigh.
“My favorites were the tower and to be hogtied on the floor of the ambulance,” Three continued. “If we got a call they would cut me loose and I would get dressed on the way to the scene. Once a policeman at an accident scene noticed that the buttons on my shirt weren't correct. I told him that I'd been in the shower when the bell went off.”
“I thought your shirts used velcro, not buttons,” I said.
“That shirt was an older button type,” Three explained.
“Policemen are very sexy too,” Two observed. “They carry handcuffs you know.”
“I've heard about how you got started by borrowing your brother's handcuffs,” Mistress Eve said to her.
Two blushed.
Three continued. “The firemen had to cut me loose in a hurry on one occasion and got in trouble for cutting an official department climbing rope. Those ropes are very expensive and they had to chip in and pay for a replacement. After that they bought cheap ropes for me at the hardware store. We kept a supply in a cabinet.”
“Why are the ropes so expensive?” Two wanted to know.
“They are climbing ropes and might be used to rappel down the side of a building. They are rated to hold hundreds of pounds.”
“Clothes line works nicely,” Number Four observed, “For tying girls up that is, so does nylon parachute cord.”
We all nodded.
“I prefer clothes line,” I commented.
“Me too,” Four said, “Unless I'm in the mood for lots of pain, then parachute cord can be tied very tightly.”
“Oh yes.”
“Did you ever get caught?” Two asked.
“No but we came close a couple of times,” Three answered. “Once I was tied to a bunk being screwed by one of the guys when another fireman rushed in to warn us that the battalion commander had arrived for a surprise inspection. They cut me loose but I was panic stricken and didn’t know what to do, so one of them threw me over his shoulder and ran me into the locker room and pushed me into a shower.”
“A cold one, I hope,” Mistress Eve said.
“I don't remember,” Three said. “I was shaking from fear.”
“Ah.”
“Another very erotic thing happened one afternoon while I was hanging by my wrists in the hose tower. An inspector showed up unexpectedly and would have seen me but one of the guys ran in, took the cover off the light switch and disconnected the wires. He pretended to work on it when the inspector got there. They chatted while I hung twenty feet over their heads. I looked down between my feet as they talked.”
“And you were naked?” Eve asked.
“Yes ma am.”
“Sexy.”
“The other time turned out to be very sexy,” Three continued. “They had tied me naked on top of a pumper truck when a tour group arrived.”
“Wasn’t anyone screwing you?” I asked.
“Not at the moment,” she said. “I was just enjoying being helpless when I heard childrens' voices.”
“School kids?” I asked.
“Yep, from a high school, and they were all boys.”
“That could be interesting,” Mistress Eve said. “What happened?”
“The guys threw a tarp over me and casually tied it down as the kids climbed all over the truck. And to keep anyone from stepping on me they piled coils of hose on top of the tarp.”
“A good thing that you didn't get crushed,” Mistress Eve commented.
“Actually, I liked the feel of the weight,” Three said blushing.”But when the kids got close I almost had an orgasm from the excitement.” She grinned. “That gave me the idea for a very daring and erotic escapade.”
“What was it?” Two asked.
“I talked the guys into tying me naked atop the pumper, then driving around the city.”
“What?” I asked. “Naked?”
“Stark naked,” she answered, “But I was covered by a tarp, the guys weren't stupid.”
“Did you go to a fire like that?” Four gasped.
“Of course not, we drove to the grocery store and I waited in the parking lot while the guys went shopping for our food.”
“That's still pretty sexy,” I said.
“Was it ever,” Three agreed. “People are always drawn to fire apparatus and I was very excited listening to people walk past or talk to the engineer.”
“Nice, very nice.”Two said.
“But the best sexiest thing that we did was when they crew tied me that way and we drove in a parade.”
“A parade?” I gasped.
Three nodded proudly. “The Fourth of July. I rode slowly through the skyscraper district past thousands of people spread eagled naked under a tarp. Four of the guys sat on either side of me and tossed candy to the crowd with one hand while their other hands were under the tarp playing with some part of my body.”
“That is utterly fantastic!” Four breathed. Even Mistress Eve's face was bright pink.
“When we got back to the station I begged them all to screw me,” Three added.
“On top of the truck?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“How did the firemen treat you when they weren't screwing you?” I asked.
“Like a queen,” Three answered. “They didn't look down on me or abuse me, or show any disrespect.”
“Oh, that's so nice,” Four sighed.
“What about your gay driver? Didn’t he object?”
“No, he was a genuinely nice guy, and nobody cared that he was gay. He was a brave man and several times he ran into burning buildings to rescue people, so the firemen respected him. They treated him as one of the guys. He often watched what they did to me but he never participated. He once told me how lucky I was and I believe that think he was fantasizing about having the guys do the same things to him.”
“Interesting,” I mused.
“What happened after eight months?” I asked.
“One of the guys got drunk at a retirement party and talked about it. No one believed him at first, except one of the wives already suspected that something was going on. She went to internal affairs and demanded an investigation.”
“Uh oh.”
“Yep,” Three replied. “I got fired and lost my nursing license, four of the firemen lost their jobs and there were several divorces.”
“What did you do after that?” Four asked.
“I got a job in a department store.”
“When did you come here?”
“A few months later a writer contacted me and asked for an interview. I assumed that he was a reporter and wanted nothing to do with him but he persisted and finally sent me some samples of his work.”
“What kind of samples?” Mistress Eve asked.
“Bondage stories. He wrote for the fetish magazines,” Three replied. “It turned out that he went around the country collecting people’s true bondage experiences. He had heard a little bit of the scandal and wanted to write about it. He promised to name no names and make it appear to be a work of fiction. Well, I needed money and he was handsome and charming so I dictated my story to him. He changed the name of the city and made it sound like the events had happened decades before. He let me read everything that he wrote and made every change that I suggested. I took pains to avoid embarrassing my friends. We worked on the story for weeks and he payed me a lot of money for the story, which helped me get back on my feet. He took me out to dinner several times. I knew that he was chatting me up but I was lonely and I finally went to bed with him.”
“Just to bed?” I asked.
“No, I let him tie me to the bed in his hotel room and screw me silly,” Three answered. “But he didn’t pay me for that. It was free. I wanted him to do it.”
“What else?”
“He introduced me to punishment,” Three said. “I already enjoyed painful bondage and the firemen had spanked me a few times but the writer did things that aren't taught at the fire academy.”
“What did he do?”
“He tied me to a hook in the ceiling and whipped me.”
There was a collective sigh.
“He started with paddles and rulers, then light whips. By our third torture session I was begging him to use heavier whips on me, and to whip my boobies.”
“How far did he go?” Mistress Eve asked.
“Very tight bondage for extended periods, nipple clamps, hot wax on my breasts and in my pussy. I couldn't get enough.”
“Well, that hasn't changed,” Four remarked.
“He would tie me to the bed, drip candle wax on me,” Three went on, “And after I'd come three or four times he would climb on and screw until I fainted.”
She chuckled. “I learned to wear a gag because I was making so much noise that he was afraid the neighbors would complain.”
“You look good wearing a gag,” Four commented.
“And sound better too,” Two added.
“Oh, ha ha.”
“Ok, go on Three,” Mistress Eve laughed.
“I was ready for anything he wanted to do to me. The more painful and degrading the better, as far as I was concerned. Especially degradation.”
“Why?”
“Because I felt guilty having ruined my friends' careers.”
“Nonsense,” Mistress Eve said sharply. “They used you. Not the other way around.”
Three had a surprised look on her face. “But I liked what they did to me,” she protested.
“Never the less, they began things by tying you in harness and screwing you. You aren't the only guilty party in that affair.”
Three's face took on a look of wonder. “Really?”
“Really,” Mistress Eve stated firmly. She stepped close and hooked her finger through Three's collar. “And if I hear about any more guilt from you I'll hoist you up by your wrists and whip you half to death.”
“Really?” Three asked very softly.
“And then I'll force you to eat my pussy for hours and hours,” Eve continued.
“Really?” Three was barely audible but her eyes were shining.
“And I'll think up all sorts of other wicked ways to torture you too,” Mistress Eve said.
Tears ran down Three's face and she could only mouth the word: “Really?”
“And I'll bring in every other mistress on this farm and let them torment you too.”
Eve kissed away Three's tears then kissed her on her mouth, long and slowly and sensuously and when she broke away there wasn't a soft nipple or a dry pussy in our team.
There was a long silence.
“What about the writer?” I asked, when we were breathing again.
“I became his sex slave,” Three continued.
“Did he introduce you to lesbian sex? I asked.
“No, that happened earlier, while I was still on the fire department,” Three said.
“Were there female firemen on your crew?”
“No, but my driver invited me to a gay and lesbian nightclub and I watched a lot of unusual things take place.”
“Really?” Four asked.
'Yep, they had a lot of kinky acts, men dominating men and women over women, a pony boy dance, which by the way was the first time I'd ever heard of pony life. People getting spanked, and a bondage skit where a women was brought on stage, stripped naked by another woman, then tied to a pole and caressed over every inch of her body. I was so turned on that when they called for volunteers from the audience I wanted to jump up and let them do that to me.”
“Who wouldn't?” I asked.
“My friend kept me from doing it, but he knew the performers and offered to introduce me to them. He brought them to our table, we had drinks and they invited me to their home. I spent the night tied to a bed while they took turns on me.”
“A pussy on your mouth and a mouth on your pussy?” Two suggested.
“Exactly.”
“How did you like it?” I asked.
“It was odd at first, but I got the hang of it.”
“I'll say you did,” Mistress Eve said.
“She ought to know!” Four muttered.
Eve gave her a warning glance and Four got all innocent looking.
“Did they happen to be female fire fighters?” Two asked innocently.
“No, they were just ordinary dykes.”
“No females on the fire department? No lesbians?””
“Oh yes, we had several women and many muscular lesbians, but none of them were at my station.”
“Muscle bound female fire fighters,” Four commented. “I've seen a few of them.”
“Oh, how?” I asked.
“I was home on furlough,” she said, “I went on a ride along with my brother in his police car. We stopped in at a fire station to have a cup of coffee with the firemen. There was a very pretty girl on the crew. She had a lovely face but her arms were bigger than most of the men. I talked to her and she didn't seem to be gay, but she certainly wasn't a soft little fem either.”
“Perhaps she might make a good mistress,” I mused.
“Probably, but I wouldn't want to take a whipping from her. She could cut you in two with a whip.”
“Yep,” Three agreed. “Just like the men, the female fire fighters worked out between calls. Some of them got to be very big.”
“Did you ever have sex with any of them?” I asked.
“Yes, I attended a training class with one of those muscular girls. She flirted with me and I responded. She invited me to her apartment and stripped me naked.”
“Ooooh!”
“She moved my body around like I was a child,” Three said. “I could not have resisted her even if I'd tried.”
“Did you like it?”
“I loved being helpless with a woman.”
“What about bondage?” Mistress Eve asked.
“Oh she tied me up,” Three said, “But at my suggestion. The instant I mentioned ropes she flew to a closet and brought out coils and coils.”
“And then?”
“She tied me to the bed and straddled my face and sat on my mouth all night long.” She sighed. “That was when I discovered that I liked being tied by a woman more than by a man.”
“You liked the sex with a woman better?”
“No ma am, I just liked having a woman tie the ropes on my wrists, but the sex is nice too.”
“And that muscular dyke sat on your face all night?”
“All of a very, very erotic night.”
“What was her body like?” Four asked.
“It was rather masculine,” Three replied. “Her muscles were highly defined and the veins stood out on them. Her breasts were small but her pussy was soft and sweet, and her tongue was very skillful.”
“Now, is there any truth to the rumor that you like to visit fire stations on your furloughs?” Two asked.
Three stuck her tongue out at her.
“What happened with the writer?” Mistress Eve asked.
“I followed him to Los Angeles and he introduced me to the scene. I became a fetish model and he took me to bondage parties. I got into modeling and movies and made a lot of money at it. Then he came here to interview Mistress Dina and brought me along.”
“I remember,” Mistress Eve said.
“I was stunned when we arrived,” Three continued. “I'd never seen anything like it. I was fascinated when I watched mistresses and pony slaves walking around like it was perfectly normal. And when I watched a team of beautiful red headed women trot past I knew that this was what I wanted for the rest of my life.”
“Redheads?” I asked.
“Um hmm. They were pulling a light chariot driven by an elegant redheaded mistress. Mistress Dina told me that they were the number one team on the farm and were led by the very best pony girl. The mistress flicked the reins and they broke into an easy trot. I watched until they were out of sight and I vowed then and there that someday I would be on that team, led by the best pony on the farm.”
She smiled lovingly at me.
I blinked back tears as I bowed.
“Mistress Dina saw it in my eyes.” Three went on. “She took me to the tack shed, undressed me and buckled me into leather, then she led me outside on a leash, and when I walked into the sunlight wearing harness for the first time I had the most thrilling moment of my life.”
We all sighed.
“I begged Mistress Dina to allow me to stay,” Three continued, “And she did. So here I am.”
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