Part 2
They were running a bit late, for which star would be punished. He snapped his
fingers and pointed to her dress. Star reached down and pulled up her dress, to
show him that she had the harness properly installed. He also ran his hand over
her bare mound. He was pleased at how smooth she was, although he would not show
it to her then. The Master walked around her back and gave her a slight push.
She understood the signal; quickly she raised the back of her skirt and bent
forward. Again he ran his hand over her flesh. He tapped the butt plug hard; the
vibration sent shivers through the humiliated slave.
"Time to go, my dear" said Michael as her grabbed her shoulder, pulled her up
and gave is property a sweet peck on the cheek.
Poor star followed Michael; her first steps were just plain strange. She has had
plugs in her ass many times but the clips on her cunt, they pulled painfully at
each lip. Star was glad she had long sleeves on as she was covered with goose
bumps.
At the car, her Master even opened the door for her. Because the skirt was too
long and he did not want it wrinkled, star was allowed to sit on the skirt
instead of her bare ass.
On the drive to the racetrack they spoke of the race, the horse and many things
like the regular couple most people thought the were.
They pulled into the track and waited on the valet parking line for 5 min or so.
One of the valets opened star's door and reached out for her hand. Taking it she
placed her leg out on the ground. Her lovely leg pushed through the slit in the
skirt. As she stood up the busy valet did not take notice at first then did a
double take when he saw that he could barely see her firm tits and hard nipples
through her shear blouse.
Star's Master held out his arm, she took it with pride and love. The walk to the
Jockey Club was torturous for star. Michael kept up a fast pace, the plug moved
in her ass and the clips pulled relentlessly on her stretched cunt lips.
Reaching the entrance to the Club, Michael kissed star on the cheek and
whispered "Ready my sweet slut, stand tall and stick out those great tits."
The hostess greeted them by name, before she turned to lead them to their box,
star noticed the hostess, taking a quick glance at her shear-clad chest.
The sat at in the box, Michael shook hands and greeted the many people he knew.
Some of the people star already knew others her Owner introduced to her. With a
proper word and a slight submissive bow, star returned the greetings. Knowing
them or not she got the usual looks. She turned rather red with the most obvious
stares.
The plug pushed further up her ass as she sat and watched the first couple of
races. She cheered for the horses that her Master had bet on. She had better, at
the end of the day she would receive a swipe of the crop for each ten dollars he
lost. He bet heavy.
Michael would send his slave to place the bets; he loved to watch her wiggle
away on her high heels, knowing what lay under that skirt.
Star went to the bathroom between races. In the stall she checked the cunt
clips. Repositioned them when needed and although forbidden she would give her
hard clit a nice rub!!
When she returned to her seat, her Owner knew what she had done, as her nipples
had grown hard.
Michael would creep his hand along her skirt until he reached the slit, then
slip his hand up along her silk covered leg. As it had a thousand times before
it sent shivers up star's back and goose pimples rose on ever inch of her hot
body.
Several times she felt his fingers touch her wet hot hole.
Time for the Feature Race was approaching. If his horse lost she knew she would
spend several days tied in their basement dungeon!
