Part 6 They were all nice and warm, very snug in their beds
This is a fantasy story. It has no basis in reality. Even the names of the
characters are made up and have no relevance to anyone. It is for adult
readers only, of legal age, and deals with domination and submission of a
non consenting type. So don't read it if you are offended by this subject
matter or not an adult of legal age.
"'Tis the Season"
The finale to "Omens" and "Cornucopia"
by Musker
(part 6)
"They were all nice and warm, very snug in their beds."
Judith took another look at her watch just outside the door to where the
two shoplifting girls were being prepared. The time was indeed late and
she wondered if her assistant and Sir Winfred were still even there. She
paused for a moment putting her ear next to the door to see if she could
hear anyone on the other side. She thought she heard something, talking,
moaning, but it was too faint to make out. Not wanting to barge in on
something that might need a steady hand, she decided to make a quiet
entrance.
She took hold of the door knob and slowly turned it. The door soon parted
from it's jam and she could immediately hear voices. It sounded like Sir
Winfred was doing most of the talking with her assistant Sheila echoing
back the major points. Considering the two were in deep conversation,
Judith decided to continue with her inconspicuous entrance.
As the door slowly swung open, the first thing Judith saw was the coat
rack. It was at the far end of the wall, in the corner, with Sir Winfred's
outer apparel on it.
She loved using her work units for all sorts of things, furniture being
one of her most favorites. The coat rack was one of her first ventures
into said field of interest and it's concept had been modified on several
occasions. The present one being the best, in her opinion.
This version started with a simple work unit standing on a small moving
platform. A pipe ran up from it's center and ended with two dildoe on it.
The dildoes were used to mount the girl in place on the stand. And to keep
her that way a full leather body sheath was laced around her.
Other than having a hood attached to it, it was really nothing fancy. It
was made from common black leather stock with stays running up and down
it's entire length like in a corset. It conformed to a standard woman's
shape and was fitted to the particular work unit in question by adjusting
the tension on the laces in the back, which also ran it's full length. The
only openings were one large oval for the work units eyes and nose, two
small circular openings for her ringed nipples to poke through and her
feet just below the ankle. Her feet were covered by the standard in house
issued foot wear of stiletto granny boots.
There was one more item applied to the work unit prior to the sheath being
installed, and one that could not be seen. It was a single glove. The
purpose of which was to pull back and square off the work unit's
shoulders. Without the glove, the work unit really didn't have the broad
shoulders to keep a coat in place, especially if it was for a man's coat.
But by adding the tight glove, it gave the work unit's shoulders plenty of
angularity to keep any size coat in place.
Even Sir Winfred's large coat looked to be in very secure shape on the
coat rack's petite shoulders. His hat too was safely placed on top of the
work unit's head. Although with the great mismatch in size the rim of said
bowler came to just below the work unit's eyes.
It was a bit hard to see, but Sir Winfred's umbrella also seemed to be in
an easy accessible place. It hung by it's curve handle from a small chain
that ran from one ringed nipple to the other. And from how low it rested
on the work unit's torso, Sir Winfred's umbrella looked surprisingly
heavy. Judith took note that her requirements of making all coat racks
have their nipples pierced was indeed a good one. The prior suggestion of
using those flimsy clamp ons would never have worked with such an
unexpected weight like Sir Winfred's umbrella hanging from them like it
was.
All in all, Judith was quite happy with the first thing she saw. And as
she slowly pushed the door open a little more, she was surprised to see
something else.
One of the girls was already finished with her processing. She was then
placed off to the side in a kind of waiting mode while the other one was
still being worked on. The girl was standing bent over at the waist and
next to the coat rack, naked.
Judith tried to discern which one of the two it was, but the face of the
girl was right up against the far wall and thus out of her field of
vision. Hair color would have been a dead give away, except all the girl's
body hair, the hair on her head, her eyebrows even her lush pussy hair had
been shaven clean off as part of her processing. And considering that both
girl's were basically the same height and weight, body structure was no
help either.
Judith simply did not know the girls long enough to make an accurate
decision based on the minute unique differences that made one girl
different from the other. But there was one interesting attribute that
Judith did remember however. A little something that somehow stuck in her
ever vigilant erotic mind.
Judith quietly poked her head into the room and made eye contact with
Sheila. She placed her finger to her lips as if telling her assistant not
to bother with her, but to continue and give her complete attention to Sir
Winfred.
Sheila gave a smiling nod of her head and quickly resume minding Sir
Winfred's words.
Sir Winfred seen Judith too, but it was only a quick look to see who it
was. Then, without a change in his solemn teacher's austere, he continued
with the subject matter at hand.
Judith entered the room and silently closed the door behind her. She
leaned up against it for a short time taking in the full bound and tether
appearance of the girl before her. An evil cunning grinch like smile
formed on her face, one with a hint of childish mischief near the upturn
corners of her mouth. Her body weight soon shifted forward and she slowly
made her way over to the girl with the heels of her shoes making that
definitive sound of controlled power in motion.
That ominous "click, click, click" was loud enough for the girl to hear
her coming. Which was exactly what Judith wanted. She didn't want to
surprise the girl when she finally did touch her. Such a thing could
result in some tender flesh being accidentally ripped off in the girl's
knee jerk reaction to being surprised.
But for the work unit it didn't matter. Her ears were plugged to sound
proof capacity. Only her eyes allowed any sensory input to enter into her
brain. And if those two beauties weren't covered by Sir Winfred's well
kept English hat, they would have been looking out into the distance in a
kind of dissociated fixed stare like they were trained to be.
Judith stopped along the side of the girl with her back to the human coat
rack.
The bent over girl let out a soft, pathetic, little moan. A moan that
sense the presents of an unknown woman next to her, and one that greeted
said lady with heart touching pleading mercy.
"There, there pretty thing." Judith said in a loving voice as she began to
stroke the girl's shiny bald head. "No one is going to hurt you anymore."
Her stroking hand flared out and continued it's meandering path down the
girl's bare back. "Unless of course you don't obey." Her hand was now on
the girl's naked butt with her fingers and nails grasping and digging deep
into the girl's pliable flesh.
The girl instantly let out a very painful moan when she felt the now known
woman making her point on her tender derriere.
"So I take it we thoroughly understand one another then?" Judith began
circling the dented flesh with her hand as if trying to rub it smooth once
more. She really didn't care if it also relieved some of the pain as well.
The girl moaned in a most impressive yes to Judith's question, but in
doing so, she accidently moved her head as well. An action that brought on
another spiking painful groan right afterwards.
"Ohhh, poor little filly." Judith moved her head closer to the side of the
girl's face and petted her head again like a beloved pet, or in this case,
a ponygirl in the making."
Judith could now see how her assistant had tethered the girl in place. A
short little hook, nothing more than a thin piece of wire bent into an
overlapping "O". It effectively held the girl's nose ring to a screw eye
in the wall. It was only because the nose ring was freshly installed that
such a flimsy piece of wire could be used. In a day or two when said
perforated septum was all nicely healed, the girl could easily pull
herself away without hardly any pain at all.
Then Judith thought for a moment. She wondered if her assistant had done
this on purpose. Letting the ringed girl she how easy it would be to
escape her humiliating position if only she could tolerate the intense
pain in doing so. 'Was Sheila trying to add a little mental anguish to the
girl's already physical torment,' Judith asked herself as she began to
think that her assistant was developing some psychological depth to her
already impressive technical skills. If Sheila continued down this path
then she would have progressed passed the level of being just her
assistant. At that point, she would have to promote the girl to a higher
level in her organization like she did her counter part Jenny upstairs, if
she wanted to keep her under her employ. Which wouldn't be a bad idea
considering the free time it would allow her in the process.
Then Judith's attention was drawn once more to the plight of the girl as
another distressing moan brought her back to the girl's tethered nose.
"Aww, poor thing, that must be very uncomfortable for you. Having your
very sensitive nose hooked to the wall like that. I guess someone thought
you were nothing but a horse, just a little dumb animal, and decided to
tie you to a hitching post while you waited." Judith added her own little
bitting psychological torment as another aggravated moan echoed her
success.
But Judith could not help being moved by the girl's suffering.
"Here pretty pony, let me kiss your aching nose and make it better."
Judith took the girl's lower jaw in hand and gently twisted the girl's
head to one side. At that point Judith could see that the same expanding
pear gag was still in use, and thus being the reason for the girl's so
arousing distressing moans. She then placed a sweet affectionate kiss on
the girl's pixie like nose.
As soon as the girl felt Judith grab her jaw her eyes went big in fright.
And when she felt the subtle force that the woman used to move her head to
the side she let out a series of fast sharp muffled screeches to let the
woman know that her actions were causing her to hurt. The girl could not
see or barely feel the pouting lips of the woman as they touched the side
of her nose. For her eyes were tightly shut and her stifled wail of pain
took president as the wire loop began to unbend from being pulled away in
the process.
"There now pretty girl, isn't that much better?" Judith began stroking the
side of the girl's face, taking a few of her tears with each gentle
caress.
The girl was virtually silent now. She only batted her eyes a few times so
her vision would no longer be blurred by the painful ordeal of being
kissed.
"You sure are a very, very pretty thing." Judith's hands began to wander
again. Under the girl's chin, down her smooth girlish neck and then around
and around her chest and prominent soft breasts. Now Judith knew who this
was!
"Jasmine!" She said with a glow of recognition. "You are going to make an
excellent ponygirl when Sir Winfred is done with you. You should be very
proud of yourself."
It was easy to tell who the girl was now. The identifying characteristic
that Judith focused on, and remembered, when the girl was nude and bound
to the table made it very easy to tell who she was. Jasmine was the girl
with the smaller of the breasts. Not astoundingly so, just enough that a
connoisseur of breast flesh like Judith was could easily tell with only a
single sightless touch. Well, maybe after only a little grouping that is.
But Katie didn't see anything to be proud about! Her pride and joy, her
hair, all her hair for that matter, was shaven off and with it went her
unique feminine identity of both age and class. She was also pierced and
ringed like an animal, a common piece of farm livestock no less. Then she
was bound and tether to a wall like some owned horse and made to wait.
Wait for what? For some woman who's only interest in her was to increase
her mental and physical torment a hundred fold! And after all that, that
same damnable woman told her to be proud of her descent into becoming a
freak of perverted lust.
Katie seen nothing positive at all with her current situation, let alone
to take "pride" in. All she had to hold onto was hope. The fervent belief
that things would get better. But when she felt that woman playing with
her breasts like some ravenous lover and then tugging on her recently
pierced nipples as if they were a teat on some dairy milk cow, she began
to wonder if hope had not abandoned her as well.
All of sudden, Judith's serene sightless expression changed. Her smile had
vanished and her brow furrowed. Her fingers where telling her something
that her mind said should not be. A disparity existed, and one that needed
confirmation from another of her senses. Her eyes flew open and she
squatted down to see. "What is this," she whispered to herself as her eyes
could not believe what they were telling her. She reached over to the
other hanging breast and grasped it's pointed apex.
Katie shriek through her gag. That same damn pear gag that deaden most of
the sound that echoed her painful existence did a most splendid job in
keeping her excruciating outburst down to mouse's squeak. Like her nose,
her pierced nipples were ultra sensitive to any agitation, not to mention
a very determined grab and pull no less.
Judith's expression turned to confusion. 'How could there be barbells in
her nipples when there should be rings there instead, gold rings!' Then,
as an after thought, she unceremoniously let go of Katie's breast and
squatted back over to the girl's head.
She firmly placed her hand on top of Katie's bald head as if she were
grasping a melon in a grocery store, and then twisted it to one side.
Again Katie let out with a sharp cry of pain that only Judith could hear a
good measure of. That is if she wasn't so focused on something else.
Judith eye's did not deceive her memory. There was a ring in Katie's nose
all right. But it was a lack luster steel one instead of a bright and
shiny gold one that she wanted to be there.
Judith paused for a second letting her hand slowly release it's grip from
Katie's head. She then used it as support and balance to rinse to her feet
in contemplation.
This time Katie let out with a long rising groan that interestingly
matched Judith upward ascent.
When Judith removed her hand from Katie's head, Katie immediately sought
and found a better position for it. A position that substituted the
searing pain in her nose with one of a dull throb.
Katie was hurting, and angry! Her anger could be seen, and heard, in the
way she bitterly flexed her arms in her leather harness. Before she was
removed from the table, a wide thick leather belt was tightly buckled
around her middle just above her waist. Two more belts of approximately
the same size were then fastened around each leg at the fullest part of
her hip. When one arm was released, it was forcibly pulled back along her
side and leg. Her forearm, just above the wrist, was quickly fastened to
her hip by a strap that was in turn attached to said hip belt. As soon as
that was done her upper arm, just above the elbow, was strapped to her
raised waist belt in the same fashion, but not so urgently. The other arm
followed suit on the opposite side of those same well placed belts. She
quickly found out that when Sheila guided her to the wall those two hip
belts were connected together by a short clip between her legs.
It was a very simple arrangement, her harness. Her arms were safely locked
away at her side for however long "they" wanted them to be there without
having to worry about loss of circulation or limb damage. At the same time
it allowed her main torso a good degree of movement, minus the abbreviated
hobble state, which was caused by the connected hip belts. And the whole
thing was strong too! As again, the squeaking and wrenching of the leather
testified to as it held fast against Katie's heighten anger and
determination to free herself.
But Judith was not concerned with any of that. She had something else on
her mind. Something that she simply could not bring herself to believe.
She told Sir Winfred, explicitly, what she wanted done with regards to
both girl's piercings. She thought it would be a real hoot if they could
follow the Xmas theme of "five golden rings". Just like in the song of the
"12 Days of Xmas". But now there weren't any.
Then an idea jumped into Judith's head. 'Maybe the rings were not
available.' It was possible, being this late at night and all. And if that
were true, Sir Winfred had to use whatever was made available. Thus the
reason for the steel ring and barbells. Which meant that there should be
two more holes to look for. One in each of Katie's labia lips.
Judith quickly walked around to the back of Katie. "Jasmine, spread your
legs" exclaimed Judith in a loud commanding voice that even caught the
attention of Sir Winfred and Sheila for a moment. "Keep your legs
straight, arch your back and stick out your ass. Now!" The last command
was punctuated with a clear crisp smack on Katie's butt.
Katie's gagged checked wail told of her displeasure for being smacked on
the butt. And the following long distressing groan commented on her
frustration in trying to do what she was told to while at the same time
not causing herself pain in the process. A difficult task when one is bent
over horizontally, nosed hooked to the wall, arms solidly fused against
one's side as if they were stitched on, and wearing heels so high that the
balls of her feet were barely touching the ground.
But Judith was in no mood to care about this filly's problems or her
discomfort. She had her own agenda right now. And as she looked down at
the youthful derriere that was now projected out before her she felt a
twinge in her stomach by what she saw. Or better yet, what she didn't see.
A good part of both labia lips could be seen and neither one had a single
vestige of a piercing or remnant insertion there of. This was not good.
There was only one other possibility that was meandering around inside
Judith's mind. A possibility that she definitely did not like. But one she
had to know if it was true or not. She held her breath as her hand moved
to the top portion of Katie's pussy.
Judith grimace when her fingers found out the truth. And Katie's muffled
yelp acknowledge that same irritation. There were no rings. Just another
barbell, one this time, and it ran through the pierced clit hood of
Katie's pussy.
Judith eyes closed as she let out a soft sigh of disappointment. 'Why did
he do this,' Judith asked herself while her fingers continued to fondle
the barbell, almost absent-mindedly. An action that was reeking havoc with
Katie's body. For a little tug here, a small twist there, and then sliding
the tiny shaft from one side to the other right over her clitoris was
making Katie twist, jerk and spasm in both pain and pleasure. Even her
moans and groans lack definition as to whether she was experiencing pure
erotic joy or intense searing agony. But either way it didn't last long.
Judith soon ceased her digital articulation and calmly made her way over
to where Sir Winfred and her assistant were.
As she approached them, she could see that Sir Winfred was monitoring
Sheila's technique in piercing the other girl. Heidi was her name, or as
Judith knew her as the girl who took her beautiful red leather hat after
knocking it off her head with a snow ball. She was firmly fixed to the
table and not going anywhere. Her position was still as she had left her
earlier, on all fours except for one leg. It was now raised high up along
her side like a dog taking a pee. Having her this way just made it easier
for Sheila to pierce the girl's clit hood. Heidi's mouth remained gagged
just like her sister in crime, Katie. The device was effectively mounted
to a vertical bar that kept the girl's bald head completely still.
The closer Judith got, the better she could see the status of the girl,
which from the sound of it implied that she was in a great deal of
discomfort. Both of the girl's nipples had been pierced. Two long skewers
used to do the job were still hanging from them, waiting to be replaced
with what Judith could only imagine was another pair of barbells. She
could see that the girl's nose had already been pierced and ringed. That
same type of dull steel ring she seen on Katie was again being used. A
sight that made Judith feel greatly disappointed in. She could not see
what was in the girl's clit hood for both Sir Winfred and Sheila were
blocking her view. But she could hear from the agonizing moans and groans
of the girl that she was in the process of acquiring what would no doubt
be another barbell.
Judith decided to wait off to the side before she made her presents know.
"Very good my dear," Sir Winfred said with an air of exuberance in
congratulating his assistant on a job well done.
"Thank you Sir Winfred," acknowledge Sheila to her new teacher and mentor
with the same degree of enthusiasm as he had for her.
"Now all you have to do is to screw the ball in on the other side of the
steel shaft and then work the disinfectant well into the tiny wound. After
that you can do the girl's nipples the same way by yourself." After those
words of instruction Sir Winfred turned and gave his full attention to his
host.
"So, Ms. Davenport, I hope your inspection of the harnessed ponygirl, I
believed Sheila called her Jasmine, met with your approval."
Even in Judith's disappointed state she could not keep from generating a
little smile when she saw Sir Winfred in full view. He had undone all the
buttons on his vest and it was now opened wide showing off his rather
impressive girth. His shirt sleeves were rolled up passed his elbow, which
revealed his sparsely white hairs on his pudgy arms that matched perfectly
the slightly disarrayed white hairs on his head. And he was wearing a pair
of antique wire rimed spectacles low on his nose denoting his age and
tired worn eye sight. All together with his redden cheeks from working so
hard gave him that Santa Claus in his workshop kind of look. But even
though jolly old St. Nick had lighten Judith's disappointed mood
considerably, she still needed to talk with him on a more serious note.
So she took him by the arm and gently pulled him off to the side. Then
quietly, and respectfully, she had a little chat with him.
Sheila had just finished with Heidi's hood piercing and had watch the pair
walk away with a note of concern in her lady boss's movements. Something
was up! But she was obviously not privy to the issue being discussed. A
discussion that was now happening in hushed voices right behind her on the
other side of the operations' desk.
Being left out of the loop, Sheila turned her attention back to the task
that Sir Winfred had left for her. She picked up one of the two remaining
barbells in her plastic gloved hand and liberally coated it with the
disinfectant. Then she placed it's opened end onto the point of the needle
that was still sticking through the girl's nipple. There was a very small
sunken in spot on the flat end of the barbell especially for that purpose,
to hold the pointed needle in place on the barbell. This way all she had
to do was to pull the needle out from which it came while at the same time
pushing the shaft of the barbell right on through that same hole created
by the exiting needle. It was a very simple procedure and one she liked
doing very slowly. She loved watching the girl's distressing expression
and listening to her moans of biting discomfort in the process.
Sheila was taking on more and more of Judith's passion for women in
distress. Was it a possible side effect of having Judith as her mentor? Or
just something the two women had in common. Either way, the sorcerer's
apprentice was a very avid student.
Sheila just got the barbell through when she heard Judith's voice making a
point to Sir Winfred. Something about gold rings and red outfits. She
couldn't make it all out, but what she did get was that her boss wasn't
all that happy about something. After that she could hear the voice of Sir
Winfred. It was much too calm and low in volume for her to understand
anything that made any sense. But her curiosity was getting the better of
her, another attribute that she shared with her lady boss. So she decided
to take a quick look behind her, to see if it might help her figure out
what was going on between those two.
She saw Sir Winfred showing Judith some papers. Then he typed something in
on the console. Whatever came up did make an impression on Judith though,
as her surprised expression indicated.
Then Sheila turned back around and concentrated on finishing up with her
work. She figured that once it was done she could then find out what was
going on behind her.
She quickly screwed on the other ball to the steel shaft, added more
disinfectant to the entire barbell and began working the shaft back and
forth through the nipple. Again there was the audible discomfort in the
girl's moans, but not to the level when the skewer was replaced with the
barbell. Lucky for Sheila she still had one more nipple to have fun with.
The second one went in just as nicely as the first. As the smile on
Sheila's face verified, as well as several tears rolling off Heidi's
cheeks. At this point Sheila put away her piercing tools, removed her
rubber gloves and went to stand on the other side of the console where
Judith and Sir Winfred were in conference.
The atmosphere between the two seemed to have lighten up a bit. Judith
stood nodding her head in confirmation as she stared seriously at the
console. Sir Winfred on the other hand was smiling from ear to ear in
reaction to Judith's acceptance of what he had planed.
Sheila was not in a good position to see what was going on, even though
she tried to do so by rising up on her tippy toes and leaning in forward
over the operations' desk. An act that caught Judith's peripheral vision
and then her attention.
Judith looked up and seen Sheila quickly falling back square on her feet
and righting herself up in attention. Judith raised one eye brow and then
cocked her head as if to say 'Is there something you wanted Sheila?' To
which Sheila immediately responded first to Judith and then to Sir
Winfred, "I am through piercing Musk now. Would you like me to harness her
up like Jasmine?"
Instantly Judith's expression changed from one of general curiosity to
mild confusion. The lateness of the night and the activities of the day
were beginning to effect her energy level. Thus she too turned to Sir
Winfred echoing softly the word that mystified her, "Musk?".
Sir Winfred was in the process of rolling down his shirt sleeve when he
gave Sheila a simple nod of his head to go ahead and then addressed
Judith.
"That is the name she gave to the other ponygirl. What's her name now,
Heidi? Yes! That's it, Heidi. She said that there was a particular "aroma"
about the girl whenever she became anxious or excited as to what was being
done to her. Somehow this, "natural fragrance" if you will, effected
Sheila here in a most interesting way. Thus, she came up with the word
Musk. I, quite frankly, couldn't smell a bloody thing even remotely like
that, I am sorry to say. But then again, I am an old man and my sense of
smell is not what it used to be, or at least not as acute as your young
assistant's is. As well as many other things I might add, to which, again,
I am also sorry to admit to."
To that, both Sir Winfred and Judith formed a pleasant little smile on
their obvious tired faces.
Sheila had the belts, straps and heels all laid out on the table and was
well on her way in fastening the first leather hip belt to Heidi's still
raised leg.
Sir Winfred took a single step forward to where Judith was still staring
at his conception of what the ponygirls should look like. He started to
button his vest and was surprise to find how much easier it was to do just
that. It was only when his stomach began to grumble that the reason why
became all to apparent.
Judith would have smiled too upon hearing the hungry needs of her honored
guest, but she was still looking at his drawing and thinking about what he
said about her own ideas.
She agreed with him that her ideas were cute and in keeping with the theme
of the season. The red, skin tight, spandex jump suit with cut outs for
the girl's breasts and pussy would have been a real eye catcher at the
party. Especially when it showed off those five gold rings in the girls
piercings. Then having the leather harness and bridle died a bright green
with many tiny bells sewed on to it would definitely be in keeping with
the seasonal colors as well as adding a little audible cheer to the
atmosphere. And finally, a nice feathery red and green plume to top off
the whole costume, the proverbial icing on the cake as it were.
But when Sir Winfred told her of his ideas, Judith had to admit that his
was better. Much better! Where her's was cute and colorful, his was
classic and beautiful. When the people at the party would have seen her
rendition of a Xmas ponygirl, they would have smiled, laugh, cheered and
applauded her light hearted and creative ingenuity. When people would see
his winter's night ponygirls, they would be struck speechless with awe and
magical wonderment. The words of The Count kept echoing in the back of her
mind, "passion", "artform" and a "work of love". She was literally out
classed in her ideas by Sir Winfred. And what's more, she really didn't
mind it. For that was the whole idea in the first place, to have Sir
Winfred take over the project and do an outstanding job of it. This way he
could give his expertise to the task. Something that Judith was just to
busy to give her full undivided attention to. She was even a bit happy
that it was going to work out so well. Madame Rouso was definitely going
to be surprised by what she saw waiting for her at the party.
"Ummmm, excuse me, Ms. Davenport? Musk is ready now. Should I take her and
Jasmine to their rooms and prepare them for bed? . . . Umm . . . Ms.
Davenport?" Sheila had the enthusiastic light of her second wind in her
eyes. She was eager to do whatever her lady boss, or Sir Winfred, wanted
her to do next.
Judith raised her eyes and blinked a few times trying to focus on her
assistant in front of her. She then took her hands and began rubbing the
sands of a long day's adventures from them. One could hear the fatigue in
her voice, which was only one step away from a yawn.
"Ummmm, yes. Of course, definitely Sheila. Take the girls away and put
them to bed. And make sure you get a good nights rest too. I am sure Sir
Winfred will want an early start on the girl's training tomorrow."
Sir Winfred, with his vest all nicely buttoned up, was looking at his
pocket watch. And before he could say his first word, he filled in the
yawn that Judith missed.
"Not "that" early I'm afraid ladies," Sir Winfred empathized the word in a
humorous way.
Both women smiled, but it was Sheila who added an extra little chuckle.
His words were something that Judith could easily relate to, which was the
reason for her smile. While Sheila only seen it as a pun about getting old
and wanting to please her new mentor anyway she could.
"If you wish Sir Winfred," Sheila said in an eager voice. "I could have
Jasmine and Musk prepared for you ahead of time, just like you mentioned
to me earlier. This way you come in later in the morning if you wanted."
Sir Winfred made one of those interesting English expressions of surprise
and then responded, "That would be very nice young lady. Yes, very nice
indeed! I could get a little extra sleep, have breakfast at my hotel and
then come to begin their training right after words. That is a very good
idea! And "you", my dear Sheila, will be doing the majority of that
training too. I will only play a supervisory role. That is, if it's all
right with Ms. Davenport."
Both Sir Winfred and Sheila looked straight at Judith. But it was Sheila
that seemed to be bouncing around on pins and needles waiting for the
answer.
Judith gave a tired smile in return and said, "Whatever Sir Winfred wants
is all right with me. I have learned that he is quite a remarkable English
gentleman and one who will always surprise you when you least expect it."
Sheila was all happy smiles. Even tired old Sir Winfred was showing the
mark of suppressed gaiety as his face turned a most impressive red upon
hearing Judith's praising words.
"Then I will take the ponygirls away for bed now. Thank you Ms. Davenport
for allowing me to work with Sir Winfred, and thank you Sir Winfred for
teaching me your excellent ways of piercing a ponygirl. And I am really
looking forward to tomorrow too Sir Winfred. So I bid you both good night,
Ms. Davenport, Sir Winfred." The super energetic Sheila did a quick little
curtsy, spun around on her heels and went to the back of the room to
collect the two awaiting tethered moaning ponygirls.
Both Judith and Sir Winfred were speechless. All they could do was to look
at one another, smile and give an exhausting sigh. Their thoughts were one
and the same, 'Oh to be young again.'
Judith shut down the monitor and returned the drawings to Sir Winfred. And
in so doing she asked him if he wouldn't mind if she escorted him out.
A big smile crossed his weary face as he extended his arm out for her to
take. The two then strolled to the back of the room to get his coat and
hat.
When they reached the coat rack Sheila was already leading the pair of
groaning ponygirls out the door. She had made a simple leash out of some
thin thread by running it loosely through their nose rings and then
holding both of the ends together in a kind of big loop. She knew their
recent piercings would be much too sore for individual leather leashes
with heavy metal clips at the end of them. And having something this
simple was an excellent way to show the two girls how easy it was for her
to control them. Physically efficient and psychologically ingraining, two
aspects that neither Judith or Sir Winfred missed the meaning behind.
It wasn't until both hunched over, cheek to cheek, whining ponygirls, and
their future trainer Sheila were out of ear shot that Judith posed a
question to Sir Winfred.
"So my dear friend, what did you think of my assistant?" Judith took Sir
Winfred's coat off the coat rack and held it out for him to slip into.
"Oh, thank you my dear lady." Sir Winfred responded as he put one arm into
an awaiting coat sleeve. "I am very impressed with her. She is quite the
ideal assistant. You are very lucky to have her. She has youth, an
eagerness to learn, quite adept in working with her hands and a real
talent for the trade I might add. There is also something else that might
be there as well. Something that I have come to learn in my advancing
years as being a very rare commodity in today's world. You see, most of
the students that I have taught in my life do it for the money, the
prestige, or for some sexual psychological quark in their psyche. Now
there really is nothing wrong with those things if that is what motivates
a person. But people like that seldom have the staying power and
creativity for the long haul. They either soon loose interest or end up
damaging an otherwise promising piece of submissive human animal."
While Sir Winfred adjusted his coat to fit his body in the way of a
properly dressed English gentleman should, Judith removed his hat from the
leather clad head of the coat rack. She then handed it to him as if it was
an item of precious concern and echoed his own words back to him in a
question.
"And you think that Sheila might have this rare "something else" Sir
Winfred?"
"Thank you my dear," Sir Winfred said upon taking his bowler hat, that
emblem of English male pride, in hand and then reached for his umbrella.
"And for Sheila my dear Ms. Davenport . . ." He let the sentence hang as
he quickly lifted his umbrella up from the nipple chain of the coat rack.
The result of which could be seen in the tightly cinched eyes of the
leather encapsulated work unit. Then almost as quickly, those pain
stricken eyes slowly relaxed and opened again. That same vacant fixed
stare was upon them once more as when Sir Winfred's derby was covering
them. But this time, there was a long exhale of air as if some great
burden had just been lifted.
". . . I will say this. I will know more by the end of the day tomorrow.
To which, I will be more than glad to discuss it with you then. And with
that my dear lady would you do me the honor of escorting me out to the
city sidewalk as well." He held out his arm for her to take as if
instinctively knowing the answer.
Judith did so and added her other hand too as she pulled herself close to
him. They walked out of the room and down the hall like two good caring
friends, arm in arm.
In the opposite direction, just down the hall and around the corner was an
opened door. And in that room with the opened door was Sheila. She was
well into the process of putting the two ponygirls to bed for the night.
Heidi had already been tucked in on one bed just off to the side to where
Sheila was now working on Katie.
Heidi was still wearing all her harness belts as she laid prone on her
back upon a padded board. A series of seven wide leather straps secured
her body most stringently to the make shift bed so she would not
"accidently" fall off. Two straps went above and below her breasts,
bitting deeply into her soft bulging flesh. So tight did Sheila pull them
that they actually made Heidi's two above average breasts seemed much
bigger now. It also gave them a rather interesting oval shape that was
made more appealing, in Sheila's eyes, by their constantly erect pierced
nipples.
Three more thick lengths of leather were used at her waist, hips and
thighs. Again they were buckled so tightly as to make even the thought of
escape nothing more than a remote pipe dream for the bound victim.
Around her lower legs, just below her knees, was placed the sixth strap.
It did an amazing job of squashing her attractive calves deep into the
black foam until they came up hard against the solid board.
The last remaining strap went around a short distance above her ankles.
With her feet hanging over the edge of the bed, this was the last in the
series that made it totally impossible for her to even twitch her legs let
alone move them from that point on. But she could still move her bare feet
though. They were free to wiggle, twist and dance around in the air at her
hearts content. Sheila had taken Heidi's shoes off and placed them very
neatly at the foot of the bed, and in so doing, couldn't resist a little
tickle before leaving them alone.
There was one more strap used on Heidi, but that according to Sheila was a
temporary one. It wrapped around the girl's forehead keeping her head very
still in one place. Sheila told Heidi that with it on, it would make it
much easier to remove her gag. That same gag that seemed to be in her
mouth for an eternity.
Once Sheila had Katie rigged up exactly like her partner, she returned her
attention back to Heidi. She walked over to where the girl's head was and
knelt down just behind it. She bent over slightly and with a big smile on
her face looked serenely down into the girl's big frighten brown eyes.
"There, there Musk." Sheila began almost mimicking the exact same words
her lady boss did when she was with Jasmine. More proof as to the
influence Judith was having on her most gifted assistant. She started to
gently stroked the right cheek of the girl as she continued to talk to
her.
"There's nothing to be frighten about anymore Musk. At least not tonight.
In fact, I can make your life a whole lot better by simply removing that
nasty little thing you have stuck in that big succulent mouth of yours.
Unless of course you would rather go to sleep with that nasty thing still
inside you like that." Sheila had a much bigger smile on her devilishly
evil face now as she started to trace around Heidi's out stretched lips
with her index finger all around the perimeter of that damnable gag.
"So what would it be my sweet aromatic filly, in or out?"
Sheila purposefully gave Heidi a choice that she knew the girl could not
verbally respond to. She did so because she loved to watch the pathetic
feeble antics of a sexy young woman in dire distress. It somehow made her
all the more excited and all the more aroused to do so. And Heidi did not
let her down. The fear that was once in her beautiful brown eyes was
instantly replaced by a great eagerness. An eagerness that was also heard
in her desperately trying to say a simple three letter word, "OUT", and
failing miserably. The result of which, was quickly turning her eager
optimism into frustrated pessimism as her big eyes started to glaze over
with tears.
"Awwww, poor thing. I made it too hard for you to answer didn't I. Silly
me." Sheila shifted her touchy feely interest to stroking Heidi's bald
head with both her hands.
From the view point of a casual observer, it almost seemed like an honest
attempt on her part to sooth the girl's frustration and hurt feelings. But
in reality, Sheila knew that in petting Heidi's bare scalp it reminded the
girl of her now hairless, shiny, cue ball like dome. Talking about adding
insult to injury.
"How about it if I make it very simple for you. So simple that even a
child could understand." Now Sheila was insulting Heidi's intelligence.
Something that Heidi did not like at all as her wrinkled brow and harsh
stare atoned to.
"If you want me to remove the gag just say yes."
Again Heidi did her best, both verbally and in the shaking of her bald
head, to let her tormentor know she definitely wanted that damn gag out of
her mouth! But again, her efforts were being foiled by that same gag, and
the strap that was pressing down hard across her forehead. The one,
allowing her to moan in an immature manner of affirmation, and the other,
allowing only a marginal indication that looked more like a nervous twitch
than an act of positive compliance.
Sheila loved playing her little sadistic games with captive women like
this. And in that, she was very much like her mentor, Ms. Davenport. And
of the two girls, Heidi, or Musk as Sheila loved calling her, was her
favorite. A situation that Heidi would no doubt regret if she hadn't
already.
"All right my little Musk. It is getting late and you need to go to sleep.
For tomorrow is going to be a very taxing day, for all of us. So just
relax and let me remove that big old nasty gag from that sexy mouth of
yours."
Katie tried to watch what was happening to her girlfriend, but the strap
across her own forehead would not permit much movement. That, and having
her bed staggered from Heidi's in a downward direction resulted in her
only being able to see her friends lower torso. However, with a little
effort, she could see the movement in her friends right hand and foot.
Thus, as Sheila was removing Heidi's gag, the grunts and groans Katie
heard echoing from her friends mouth together with watching her hand
making a tight fist and her foot twitching up a storm, spoke volumes to
her friend's plight. Something that Katie could not bring herself to watch
for very long.
Then all of a sudden Katie heard a most satisfying "Awww" sound. When she
judiciously looked over again, she saw Heidi's hand and foot in a rather
relaxed position. She figured that the gag was finally out and her friend
was experiencing a state of satisfying grace. Something that she wished
would happen to her as well, and soon!
"Here you go Musk," Sheila said while lifting Heidi's head up off the
padded board. "Your probably very thirsty. So here is some nice fresh
water for you to quench your thirst. . . Good girl!"
All Katie could hear was some very strange sucking noises. She figured
that Sheila had given Heidi a straw to drink the liquid through. But for
some reason, the sound she heard coming from Heidi did not match what she
thought it should sound like in drinking from a straw.
Then again she heard that satisfying "Awe" sound that seem to linger a bit
longer this time. And again Katie felt the yearning to be in such a
contented condition of comfort as her friend.
"We have one last thing to do and it's off to dream land for you Musk."
Katie really didn't pay much attention to what Sheila was saying to her
friend now. For she was feeling much to sorry for herself in having to
wait the longest time for it to be her turn. To have that damn aching gag
in her mouth removed and to experience the cool wet taste of water in her
parched mouth.
"Huh, what, Hey! Eeeeeee!"
Katie instantly recognized that voice. It was Heidi's and she was trying
to say something. Or more like yelling something. Forming only partial
words as if she was trying to speak through clenched teeth.
Then Katie heard some thumbing noise, as if something heavy and awkward
was being moved about. Then a loud distinct clang of metal.
Katie didn't want to look. But being an intelligent young college woman,
it automatically gave her a heighten level of curiosity. And hers' was
getting the best of her. So she sheepishly turned her head again, as much
as her leather confinement would allow, and the first thing she saw was
her friend's powerful clenched fist.
Heidi's hand was so tightly closed that the veins on the back of it seemed
to be popping out. She could see how desperate Heidi was in trying to free
herself as she watched her fiend's wrist pull and twist fiercely at the
leather strap that held it close to her hip.
Then she took a quick look at Heidi's foot. It looked all contorted in
agony with her toes curled tightly around and her foot cocked to one side.
It seemed to be straining something terribly to free itself from it's own
tight leather imprisonment.
Katie quickly became overwhelmed in watching and listening to her dear
friend in painful torment. She had to turn away and close her eyes tight.
She even tried to escape her own bonds as her hands and feet mimic her
friend's in squirming furiously against the eternal hold the leather had
on them.
"All set now."
When Katie heard that familiar voice again, she immediately went still and
rigid in fear. She could only wonder in terror what evil abuse was about
to be done to her dear friend next. Then she heard the sound of Heidi's
voice. But it was a sound that echoed relief, not pain.
"There you Musk, all nice and comfy."
Again, Katie heard more audible sounds and words that made her believe
that things might actually be getting better not worst for her friend.
She eased her head to the side. She needed to know if it is was true. But
this time she decided to look at her friend's foot first.
It looked quite normal, almost in a state of total relaxation with only a
hint of movement that signified comfort. Then her eyes slowly moved upward
and seen her friend's hand. It too had that relaxed appearance with it's
palm open, down and still.
"Here, let me wipe your cheeks and eyes Musk."
More comforting words and sounds. 'Was it over?' Katie thought to herself.
Then she heard a light thump and something being slid into something else.
And then a few seconds later she heard that nice voice again.
"Nighty night Musk, see you in the morning"
Then Katie heard something that sent a hard cold chill down her spine. Her
friend began to say something. Something in a loud, determined and
possibly anxious voice that bordered on pure panic. And then it was
abruptly cut off. Hard as she could, Katie could not hear a single
solitary sound coming from her friend after that. All the varying degrees
of grunts, moans and groans that seemed to cover the spectrum in human
emotional had been instantly replaced with pure perfect silence. A silence
that was alarmingly punctuated by a loud metal clunk.
'My gosh, is she ok?' Katie though to herself. She was far more afraid to
look this time with the absence of her friend's verbal torment than any of
the prior times. But again she had to know. If not for the sake of her
friend, then for herself. For she knew that she was next on the list of
this evil woman.
She mustered all the bravery she could and quickly turned her head to the
side. All she wanted to know was if her friend was still alive. And all it
took was one fast look in one specific direction. Her wide staring eyes
went directly to Heidi's hand.
She was alive!
But her hand did not tell a good story. Katie even felt heart sick by what
she saw. At one moment her friend's hand was a solid defiant fist of
anger, jerking intensely at the relentless hold of the black leather
strap. Then the next moment, for some unknown reason, that pent up energy
slowly released itself. Her hand became loose, docile, and open. She
watched with increasing pity as her friend's fingers made meager sorrowful
attempts at clawing at the surface of the bed. And even that diminished
into meek passivity and finally into total stillness. It was as if her
friend had given up all hope and had settled into a remorseful state of
total helplessness.
Then Katie seen a shadow cross her peripheral field of vision. Her eyes
went big as saucers when she saw that face staring down on her.
"Your turn Jasmine."
Katie was in a total state of shock. She could not move. She did however
feel the woman working on her gag, And to be honest, she was glad to be
getting rid of it. But she was also frighten as to what end it was going
to lead to.
Katie's big eyes crossed as she followed the path of the metal end of a
long screwdriver deep into her widely stretched mouth. She made little
soft anxious moans when she felt the strange vibrations in her teeth
caused by the screwdriver as it searched for it's mate. Then there was the
slight downward pressure, a click and the handle being move in a
counterclockwise direction.
The first positive thing Katie felt was the decrease in pressure forcing
her mouth open by the gag. A sign that made her close her eyes and relax
her entire body in joy. But as more and more of the split pear like gag
came together, Katie felt something else, pain!
Her jaws were expanded so far and remained that way for so long that upon
being released from that constant painful torment, it hurt even more to be
free. Her eyes closed tightly, her hands formed tight fists and her feet
moved in a wild air dance from the pain she experienced from having that
gag slowly being removed.
It didn't take long though. And it was much easier for Sheila to take the
pear gag out than putting it in. But once it was out and Katie could work
her jaws again, she did give a grateful sigh of relief to be rid of it.
About a minute late, she felt the head strap being removed and then a warm
hand go under her neck and cup the base of her naked skull. She opened her
eyes and saw that things were moving about her line of sight.
Sheila was in the process of raising Katie's head a little ways up in
preparation of giving her something to drink.
"Here you go Jasmine, some water for you. Take as much as you like."
Something big and rubbery was pushed to her lips. Immediately Katie felt a
drop of cool water touch the inside of her mouth. Her tongue was still a
bit numb from having that gag pressed down on it for so long, but that
didn't stop her from sealing her lips around the rubber nub and sucking
it's contents right on down her throat. Nor did the fact that when she
opened her eyes and saw that she was being feed from a baby bottle and the
nub she was aggressively sucking on was an oversize rubber nipple, that
too did not stop her. She just kept on making those strange sucking sounds
as more and more of that refreshing water was rejuvenating her body.
It wasn't until her thirst was abated that the realization how humiliating
and void of dignity it was for a grown woman to be feeding from a baby
bottle. She then turned her head to the side causing the nipple to pop out
of her mouth and declined any more.
That's when Katie felt her head being carefully lowered back to the padded
board where it came to rest. She took a deep breath, or as much as those
leather straps would allow, and then released it with a sense of calm. Her
plight was far from being serene, it just felt a little better to have a
working mouth again and some fluid in her dehydrated body.
Then again she felt a hand under her neck and her head being raised. Then
another hand was placed behind her naked skull and her whole head raised
and pushed forward even more so. So much so, that she began to feel her
chin touching her chest and the muscles in the back of her neck begin to
strain.
Katie tried to say something, but she only got a few good clear words out
before her jaws were now forced together by her own chest.
"Just one more little thing I have to do and you too can go to sleep
Jasmine."
Katie tried to communicate, but talking with a numb tongue through
clenched teeth was only a little bit better than having that gag in her
mouth. Then she felt a spiking pain in her nose. She focus herself to look
through teary eyes down her nose and to see what was going on.
She saw the woman's hand fit the hook end of a bent-up piece of wire
around her nose ring. After that the other end of that same wire was
somehow hooked around the metal buckle of the strap that was holding her
chest down to the bed. It took less than a minute to do this and that's
when Katie felt the pressure forcing her head forward decrease. But as her
neck sought relief by moving her head backwards, her nose was set ablaze
with pain from that damn crooked wire. She was now forced to keep her own
head pushed forward into her chest else have her nose ring ripped right
out of her septum.
It was a very difficult task for Katie to keep her head like this. Her
neck muscles were not use to such an awkward straining position. Soon her
head was noticeably bobbing back and forth as she tried desperately to
keep the tension off her nose ring. Her entire body was now being affected
by such an endeavor. Her hands were clenched tight into fists, her feet
were strangely contorted and her body was straining something fierce to
escape her bonds. So focused was Katie in trying to maintain her head
position that she didn't even notice the thumbing and metal clanging that
was going on behind her.
Then all of a sudden she felt her head being pushed forward again.
Something that at first brought her discomfort, now brought her a noted
degree of relief. Again her eyes went tightly closed in pain when she felt
the occasional tugs on her nose from having that wire removed. But once
that was done, she sighed a level of joy as her head was slowly brought
back down and cradled gently upon the bed.
But something was different. The back of her head as it rested on the bed
felt more comfortable and slightly higher. And there was something else
that made it feel different then before. Something that one of her senses
was definitely picking up on. The sounds around her seemed a bit distant,
while at the same time those sounds she generated, sniffling, breathing
and the licking of her lips sounded all the more close. She opened her
eyes to see what it could be, but it was all a blur from the tears she
created.
"There you go Jasmine, all nice and comfy. Oh poor dear, here, let me wipe
those tears away for you."
Katie felt a soft cool damped cloth dabbing her tears away and then
wiping her face clean. Now she could see clearly, and it did not sooth her
concern one little bit.
All around her, no matter which way she turned her head, to the left, to
the right, even bending her head back to see behind her, all she could see
was black. The only part that wasn't black was if she looked straight up.
That's when she could see the ceiling above her. A ceiling that was much
more restricted in it's scope now than before. It was as if she were
looking down a tunnel.
Katie quickly lifted her head and looked down her body. Again, her view
was confined to a narrow rectangular slot that was framing her neck with
black on either side of it. She was becoming frighten. It seemed like she
was being engulfed by blackness. Then a shadow crossed her face and
something dark was being slide into that open slot. She felt it come to
rest over her throat were a curved liked foam substance sealed the missing
vertical piece into place. That's when she became aware of another curved
piece of expanding and contracting foam was under her neck as well.
It was complete now. That black outline that formed above her head. It had
four equal sides with exact right angle at each corner. It was a perfect
square or more like a square tunnel. A dead end tunnel where she was at
the wrong end of.
Then she seen that face come into view again. It seemed to fill up the
entire opening of that square tunnel now. The face was just looking at
her, smiling. It felt as if that happy face was feeding off of her own
fear and anxiety that was building up exponentially inside of her. The
silence was deafening for Katie. Someone had to say something. Her own
lips began to move, but no words were coming forth. Then that smiling face
said something.
"Nighty night Jasmine. See you in the morning."
Katie cringed when she heard those words. Those same words she heard
spoken to her friend Heidi just before everything went silent. Then the
familiar face was gone and something black was filling up her view. More
and more of her light was quickly being replaced with darkness. That's
when she found her voice. But like her friend, it was too late. Too late
for the outside world to hear her speak one last time. The word "NO" was
lopped off before the letter "O" could be form on her quivering lips.
She was in complete darkness now. Black as a starless night and totally
void of any light as in a city blackout. She could feel the tears forming
in her terror stricken eyes, but it made no difference. Black was black,
no matter if her vision was blurred or not. What she saw with her eyes
open, was exactly the same when they were closed, nothing but black.
But she could still hear. And she heard some distant, very faint, rumbling
off to her right. She thought back to Heidi again, when the same thing
happened to her and the sound back then was very different. It was more
sharper and distinct. It also sounded like a latch or lock being thrown.
Her mouth opened in fright as she discovered the meaning behind it all.
Her entire head was placed in a sound proof box. No sound, no noise,
nothing to catch the attention of the human ear could transverse it's
walls. Nothing was coming in, to tell her that she was not alone, to
comfort her in her time of need, to share with her captured friend. But
what was more frightening was that nothing was going out either. No one
would hear her cries for help. The sound of her terror stricken voice as
it pleaded and begged to be set free. No one will hear her again.
Then she got mad!
She summoned up all her energy and funnelled it in one tremendous burst of
power. All her muscles were flexing to the extreme. Her entire body going
rigid with pure force as she held her breath for the maximum effect. She
tried hard to break her bonds, very hard, just like Heidi did.
Then, upon failing, she took many panting breaths. As she slowly regained
her energy, the memory of her friend's failure entered into her mind. She
could not, would not, accept failure! So again she tried. Her face turning
a deep red in the blackness of her box.
The second attempt lasted only a fraction of the first. Deep down she knew
it was hopeless. She broke down in tears after that, in the black confines
of her imprisonment where only she could hear herself cry.
Slowly, her rational mind began to take back control. It told her that she
had no choice. She had to accept her helpless state, just like Heidi did.
However, it also told her not to accept the lack of hope. There was always
hope. And if "they" were right, in a few short days, and if she became the
obedient ponygirl that they wanted, then she would become the master of
her fate once more. A bit hairless and with a few extra holes in her, but
nothing that time could not heal.
Then Katie realized something else. They were actually taking good care of
her and her friend, considering. The antiseptic in her piercing to prevent
infection. Giving her water to keep her from becoming weak and dehydrated.
Even the air in her box was fresh and clean, which really surprised her.
Given all her screaming and straining to get notice and free herself, the
air in her little black box was still good. In fact, it had the subtle
scent of winter evergreens in it. Somehow the air was being circulated so
as not to become stale while at the same time maintaining the box's sound
proof integrity. How could she ever expect to fight and win against people
who would go to such lengths as this?
"AHH", Katie yelled unexpectedly when she felt a spike of pain in her
right nipple. "OWWW! Damn it! . . . AHHHHHH! Stop it, STOP IT!" Katie
continued to shout at the top of her lungs in a knee jerk reaction to
further pain arising from both nipples now. But on the other side of the
box not a single sound was heard.
Sheila was almost done. All she had to do was to make a final inspection
of both girl's piercing and that was it for the night. She quickly
finished up with Katie's hood piercing and then moved on to Heidi.
She stood for a minute looking down at the girl. She looked so cute with
her head in a box and the rest of her body clinched tightly down to the
padded board. She sighed to herself and thought 'if only I had more time.'
She so wanted to play with the girl in her helpless blind, deaf and dumb
state. But it was getting late and she knew tomorrow would be a very busy
day. So she reluctantly limited her interest to the piercings.
She giggled when she seen the girl's body jerk when she touch the first
barbell in her right nipple. Then she laughed with glee when the girl's
body twisted and turned in rage, held fast by the squeaking leather
restraints when her interest went to both pierced nipples "and" her full
voluptuous breasts. She marveled at how quickly the girl's body collapsed
into a state of total exhaustion when she forced herself to stop playing
with them. But those strapped squeezed breasts still held an incredible
fascination for Sheila as she eyed them most seductively with each short,
rapid, silent breath the girl took.
All that remained now was to inspect the hood piercing. And in this,
Sheila gave herself a little "extra" time to do a very thorough job.
This time she did not go straight to the barbell. A lone finger with a
very well manicured red nail started just above the piercing where the
patch of pubic hair use to be. She started making light little circles
with the very tip of her nail. Around and around it went, slowly, gently,
teasingly. Then the circle became a leisurely increasing spiral that was
traced out with the fleshy part of her finger. Soon it would be coming in
contact with the barbell. But instead of making contact with it, she went
off on a tangent, right on down one side of the girl's labia lip. And when
she reached the very bottom, she made a "U" turn and went all the way back
up the other side.
Sheila did this several times, outlining the labia lips, before actually
running her finger up and down the slit itself. And then, on a few
occasions, a little ways down between them. Inside the girl's pussy. Quite
close to were her third knuckle was.
Once and awhile, she would catch a look at the girl's body. To get a clue
as to what her sensuous message might be doing to her sweet captive prey.
And in each case, she found herself giggling like a school girl. Sheila
read the girl's strong desire to get free as a definite sign that she was
"not" a lesbian. Something that didn't bother her in the least as she just
kept on playing with the girl's pussy as if she was.
She took a moment to remove her two fingers from the depths of the girl's
wet pussy. She brought them close to her nose. "Mmmmmmmmm" was all she
moaned. She then shook her head in confirmation of the thought that she
indeed name the girl well. Musk fit her perfectly.
A casual glance at the wall clock told her that play time was over. And
like a little child who was being called in by her parents much too early,
Sheila regrettably stopped. She did a quick inspection of the barbell one
last time, not bothering to enjoy the girl's contorting body this time.
But she did take the time to place a soft little kiss on the lid of the
box before heading off to the far wall.
There was a thermostat mounted on that wall, and one that Sheila made a
small adjustment in. She didn't want either of her future ponygirls to
risk catching cold over night. So a little upwards tweaking would keep
both girl's nice and warm for the night.
Sheila took one last look before leaving. She loved the way both girl's
looked, all snug in their beds. Soon they will be fast asleep and she
couldn't help but wonder what their dreams might be. Then she found
herself yawning and knew it was time for her to get to bed as well. But
she knew what her dreams would be like, or hoped they would be. Now she
couldn't wait to get to bed.
She turned off the lights and closed the door softly. It really didn't
matter, the lights and being quiet about it. She just did it as an after
thought of emotional concern for her two toys. She then locked the door
with her special key and headed down the hallway.
It was very late now, so Sheila decided to use one of the guests rooms
there at the underground complex. It would save her a lot of time staying
there for the night instead of going all the way back to her apartment at
the other end of the city.
A short time later Sheila was in bed waiting to fall asleep. Her mind was
racing as to what tomorrow might bring. She began to wonder if she might
never get to sleep, being so keyed up the way she was.
And in the same building high above ground, Judith's mind was also racing
as she laid in a nice warm bed waiting to fall asleep. But her thoughts
were of the major events of the day. The snow ball fight, her time with
her shower fixture, the short visit with her aunt, the collage of people
and events in her underground complex, having fate place those two girls
right into the palm of her hand, the disco ornament, Sabrina and finally
the disappointing and yet learning experience with Sir Winfred. It was all
racing around in her mind like a whirlwind. But her body had had enough.
It needed rest, uninterrupted and for as long as possible. So it relaxed
itself into the gentle support of a soft mattress. Then wrapped itself
into the big over-stuffed down comforter until it was all nice and warm
just like bug in a rug. A few deep breaths and Judith was off to
dreamland.
Soon it will be morning, and another busy day will be under foot for all.
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Part 7 coming soon.
The training begins!
Stay tune!
