To save a way of life

It was wonderful to be asked to lend my stately home for a presentation to the biggest ever lottery winner. Particularly when I needed  every penny since my husband’s suicide, leaving me with our two daughters in a home I could not afford, large debts, and  lifestyle aspirations I could never maintain.

I had married young, and well. Two children in the next 30 months were testament to domestic bliss, except of course neither my husband or I were ever really deeply in love. But he was a good man, and I ran his house well, we were good friends, enjoying our lives and bringing up our daughters. Both of them were sure they would marry well, although there was nothing on the horizon at present. They shunned university, it was their future husbands who would be expected to have the degrees, and the jobs. They spent their time travelling, going to parties, happy in the knowledge that running a home was all they would ever do.

Then my husband’s investments crashed, he tried to gamble his way out, he invested in more get rich quick schemes that always left someone else richer, and him poorer. Then when he could see no way out, he shot himself, and I found out for the first time the depth of the hole he had dug for us.

However this presentation brought in a little money, not enough of course, but some. After the presentation I was able to chat to the lucky man, and ask what he had in mind for his fortune. Without family or ties, he just wanted to reallise his dreams whatever the cost, after investing sufficient money safely to ensure his comfort for life. He was quite happy to spend up to £10 million pounds, ( just over 10% of his winnings, incredibly), or more on dreams. That was just the sort of money I needed to safeguard our future, so I pressed him a little on whether I  could help with his dreams. Possibly, he said, but he thought it unlikely I would want to participate in a dream costing that sort of money.

Desperation kicked in, Carpe diem, (seize the day) had always seemed a good dictum for life, and here was a day which had to be seized. “You would be surprised what I would agree to” I said. “maybe we should negotiate”.

“ I am suggesting complete slavery for a time scale to be agreed, and your complete control of my estate for the same period. I would be available for whatever you wish, without limits“. “And what about your daughters”, he replied, “would they be prepared to make sacrifices for their futures”.

I was stunned for a moment, but then realised I was negotiating from a position of some peril. I could not allow maternal feelings to block what I saw as my only way out. “I would have to speak to them and explain the situation”, I replied. “Good, then I will take a walk in your lovely grounds while you do so”, he said. “In an hour I will return to see whether we can continue discussions or not”.

After he left I  called the girls together, and explained our dire plight. I told them that the creditors would soon be foreclosing on the estate, leaving us destitute. They would be living, at best, in a rented semi, and would need to find jobs, probably as shop girls. I would also need work, and at my age, with no qualifications or experience my prospects were not good. Our so-called circle of friends, for whom position and wealth were all, would certainly drop us like hot coals. Their lives would henceforth be quite different, and they would move in different circles, making a good marriage most unlikely. With luck they could both marry labourers, who would leave them alone every night with expanding broods, whilst they joined their mates in the pub. After ensuring they realised the seriousness of the situation, and that I was not exaggerating,  I tentatively mentioned the possibility of a means of escape. When I explained what this would entail, Caroline, the eldest, said nothing, but Judy was horrified. I explained that three months hence they could pick up their lives as they had been used to, continuing to live on the estate and continue husband hunting. Three months of their lives was a price worth paying. To my relief, Caroline then spoke, saying there appeared to be no other alternative on the hotizon. By the time our guest arrived back, they were both ready at least to speak to him. 

The master

I came back from my walk to find that all three were ready to speak to me, in their large lounge.

“You must understand“ I began, “that the amount of money I am paying is going to require rather more than providing me with sex whenever I want it. How many prostitutes could I buy for that sort of money? No, I am looking for complete servitude, you are to obey me in everything, and do whatever you are ordered to do and with whoever I tell you to do it with“. I allowed that to sink in, and then continued, “You will do things which are against your nature, but I will ensure you are not subject to permanent harm. I want you to enjoy the fruits of your labours as you would want, and will not contact you again, after the time is up, unless you wish it.” All three  nodded, and the mother started to introduce her daughters. “I do not want to know your names”, I interrupted, “to me you will all be known as slut, and if I wish to differentiate between you, then slut 1, slut 2, and slut 3”. I will make arrangements with your solicitor to pay off your debts with an interest free loan, repayable in say four months, and the balance will be paid to him on your last day of servitude. You will probably need to give him power of attorney, so please speak to him urgently”. “He already has it” I was told. There was a moment of silence as they digested my words.

“In the next couple of weeks, arrangements will need to be made, and in order to ensure a smooth start, I expect to be obeyed immediately, and all my wishes carried out.” What about limits, things that we just cannot do“, asked the younger daughter. ”Will they be respected”.

“By all means write out a list of things you feel unable to do”, I replied, “ and in return I will tell you what I will do with the money I was going to pay you. I might buy the estate from the administrators appointed by your creditors, which could be cheaper, almost certainly. I hope you understand”.

They asked to be left alone for 5 minutes, and when I returned, it was to be told that they all accepted. ”How many staff do you have?“ I asked, and was told that there were 3 live in females, a housekeeper, (Mrs Hooper)and two maids, and 4 male outside staff with accommodation over the stables. I was also told that the stables were now storage rooms, as the last of the horses had been sold. ” I will need to speak to all of them individually, and you must tell them that whatever I say is with your full approval. I will make arrangements if any of them do not wish to remain”.

I then explained some ground rules, no clothing unless at my discretion, definitely no communication among themselves, and every one they came into contact with was to be obeyed as if they were me. No watches, rings or other jewellery were allowed, as time was irrelevant to them, we would start in three weeks, Saturday, the 1st of June, at 7am. The previous evening they would receive large trunks into which they would place all personal possessions, clothes, ornaments, everything in their rooms. They were each to deal with their own packing, and would, of necessity, need to sleep naked. The trunks were to be dragged outside their rooms. All females were to be addressed as mistress, and all males as sir, except me. I would be Master. Promptly at seven they  should  make their way to the stables, which is where they would be based, and carry out all orders given.. No lateness would be tolerated, they would be allowed to retain an alarm clock, but it was to be placed in the trunk as soon as they woke. From that moment time would cease to be a concern. The arrangement would end on the 1st of September, at which time I would pay the sum agreed and leave. They were to inform all their acquaintances that they would be out of contact for that time, and were to visit their doctor to ensure birth control was taken care of for the duration.

I also explained that they would constitute the lowest rung of the ladder, and  be subservient to all the staff who remained, and anyone else I invited to the estate. They could speak only when told, and only what they were instructed to say. For instance it would be perfectly in order to beg for a caning, or for sex, and they should do so with enthusiasm. Most of the work on the estate would be carried out by them, and punishments would be severe, and often without cause, except to give someone pleasure. I then told them all to strip, and stand in front of me with their hands clasped behind their necks. Hesitantly they slowly obeyed. “That was interesting”, I smiled. “You see what a lot you have to learn. You should all have obeyed instantly, and stripped as quickly as possible. After the 1st of June that would have earned each of you a thorough whipping.” “Do not look  at me directly, a more humble demeanour with heads bowed and eyes downcast” I demanded.

I moved to the older girl and tweaked her nipples. As soon as possible, I want all your nipples pierced, so that they will heal before we start. I want large gold rings in each.” I then reached between her legs, using my knee to push her legs apart, and pulled on her labia. “And here, I think. Please all nod if you understand.” Three naked females nodded enthusiastically. They were learning. “And one more task for the 31st of May”, I continued, grasping her bush tightly. “Before you finish packing, I expect you to apply razors to this part of your bodies, so that you are all smooth as babies. The tasks I have given you are to be dealt with as urgently as possible. It will also be necessary to let it be known that you are going away for some quiet, relaxing time together, and will be out of contact. I will stay in a guest room here on the previous night so that I am there for the morning, but you will remain upstairs, and I will arrange affairs with Mrs Hooper. Now one last task for today, “ I said, placing some sheets of paper and three pens on the table.” The completed sheets are your consent to whatever I do for the agreed time, which you will all sign. On the blank sheets you will write your tasks as I dictate them”. They sat and signed the consent forms, and I then began to  dictate.

1. I will have my nipples pierced without delay, and rings of at least one inch diameter inserted.

2  I will have my cunt lips pierced and similar rings inserted.

3 I will visit my doctor to ensure that the lack of condoms will not create a problem.

4 I will tell all my family and friends of the holiday I am taking, that I will be out of contact, and am looking forward to a relaxing time.

5. On the evening of 31st may I will pack all my personal belongings into the trunk, including all clothing, rings, jewellery, and watches.

6 I will shave off my body hair before I go to bed, and ensure  that my alarm clock is set for 6.50.

7 On waking I will place the alarm clock in the trunk, walk to the stables, and carry out all instructions. My ablutions will take place in the stables.

8 I will obey all instructions from whatever source.

9 I will address all females as mistress, and all males as sir, except master, who will be called master.

10 I will not speak to anyone, other than to say what I am told to say.

11 I will give total satisfaction at all times, carry out all my tasks with enthusiasm and without hesitation.

I then had them sign the lists. “ I shall return tomorrow, and you will have copies” I said.

“I will speak to your solicitor tomorrow, so please write down  his address“. This she did . “Now you may dress, and continue for today as if we have not spoken”.

“All that is left for me today, is to deal with the staff, and I will see them one by one as soon as you can arrange it, and you have informed them that I am now in complete control, and speak with your authority. They will not be asked to do anything they do not wish, and the terms I offer them will be generous. You may leave now and I will await the staff here”.

The first to come in was the Housekeeper, Mrs Hooper. I explained that with their approval, I was taking complete control of the family’s life. They would be made to do things which they would not enjoy, and which she might not want to be a part of. I offered her two choices, to remain and participate at four times her normal salary, or to take three month’s holiday with an advance payment of three extra month’s salary. I told her that she could give me an answer in an hour.

Both the young maids ( Sandra and Anna) then came in in turn. I explained with a little more detail what would be happening, and made them the same offer, with a third alternative. If they should find that they were excited with what was happening, and wished to join the family in servitude, they would be paid £50,000 per month from the time they accepted. However I stressed that no pressure would be applied, and this alternative could be accepted at any time during the three months.

To the male staff, I gave the same two alternatives as to the housekeeper, but made it plain that they would live in the house, and the fringe benefits of cooperating were total, and they could, with my approval, involve their friends at a later date..

Each one was told not to discuss anything with the others until they had all decided. They all promised to keep their council, and not to speak to each other, or affect anyone’s decision until they had all seen me again.

One by one the staff came back in. I was a trifle surprised that the housekeeper wished to stay. I asked her if she understood the situation, and she replied that she did  I explained that all menial tasks would be undertaken by the family, who would be naked. They would address her as Mistress and obey her without hesitation.. She would be expected to punish them for sloppy work, and could, of course, punish them for her own pleasure. In the mornings, starting on day one, she would go to the stables where her former mistress was to be housed, to wash her down, comb her hair, and ensure that her shaved mound did not acquire stubble. Was she sure that this was something she wished to do?“ Oh yes sir, please“, she replied with relish. Hidden depths, I thought, Could she be a sadist? “There are, I think ten bedrooms “,  I continued, “I will have the master bedroom, but you will have your new staff fit out whichever of the others are required during the day for all the staff who remain. Those of you who already live in may prefer their own rooms, but that is your choice. After me then you may choose, followed by the indoor staff, and then the outdoor staff in order of seniority“.

I was  not at all surprised that all the others wished to do likewise.

I told the two maids pretty well what I had the housekeeper, and allocated each of them one of the sluts for the mornings. I also explained that their duties would be light, and consist mainly of giving orders, and having fun with their new playthings. I also explained that their rooms would be changed, and they would be moved into them by the new staff.

The outdoor staff were told to prepare three stables to the specifications I gave them, with bolts in the floor, the walls and in the ceiling, with a pulley running through the ceiling bolt. There was ample straw left for the floors to be covered. They were also to be packed ready to be moved into rooms in the house during the day. “You will have three naked and submissive females around for most of the time. They will also do as much of your work as they can. I want you to realise that they will obey you in all things, and you can satisfy your urges whenever you wish”. I asked each of them in turn if they  understood.

All the staff were enjoined to strict secrecy and discretion. To other people the family were away on holiday, and nothing was amiss. I explained the time scale, and said if any word leaked out the perpetrator would be instantly sacked. Until the first of June, apart from the preparations I had requested, life was to go on as normal. Then I left and the following day I went, as promised, to the solicitor, who was relieved and pleased that the financial future had been assured. “They are such a nice family” he said, “and it is nice to know they will be at ease and comfortable for the immediate future”. For some reason I found that amusing, but I did not betray myself.

Slut 1

It was an uncomfortable interview. My two girls were both afraid, and we were all aware that control of events was moving away from us. When Judy asked about limits and was told to make a list, my spirits rose, as I hoped to be able to discount certain activities. But as he continued his answer my heart sank, my humiliation was, I felt complete. It wasn’t, I was to discover, but it was beginning.

When we were left alone, I wanted to cry, but couldn’t. “There is no other way, is there” said Caroline. “Three months is not long, I suppose”, said Judy. We hardly spoke, as there was little to say.

When he returned we all accepted the arrangements. It was made clear that  my staff were to join in our degradation, if they wished to stay.  Maybe, I hoped, some would not wish to do so.  We were then made to strip, which somehow had not occurred to me as likely at this time.

We all stood and sheepishly took off all our clothes. We then had to stand with our hands behind our necks and were berated like naughty schoolgirls for our attitude to stripping.

As we stood with bowed heads he moved to Caroline and fondled her breasts and vagina, explaining that the following day he required various piercings. I was at a loss as to how and where this could be done, but trusted that the younger generation would be more au fait.

Then still naked we were made to sign forms giving our consent to anything that could be done to us, and copied out, at his dictation, lists of our tasks to be done to ensure that on the 1st of June, at 7 am, our ordeal could begin. We were then allowed to dress and dismissed.

I asked Mrs Hooper to arrange for all the staff to come to the house and gather in the lounge. When they were all present I took a deep breath and welcomed them.  What was I going to say? How would I explain the bombshell they were all about to hear exploding?

“You are going to hear some surprising news, “ I began. “There is nothing for any of you to be concerned about, but I have agreed to pass over my estate and control over the family to Mr Daunley, who as you all know has today received an unbelievable sum of money from the European lottery. There will be changes, some of which may affect you, but I am assured that you will all be offered options which will ensure that none of you will feel in any way disadvantaged”. He wishes to speak with each of you individually. I must stress that he has full authority, and speaks with my full consent and agreement”

There was general puzzlement and no little concern, but I suggested Mrs Hooper go in first, and asked them to follow in turn when she had finished. I then rose and went up to my room.

I could not believe that I had spoken like that, and sat upstairs whilst the meetings took place. After about two hours, there was a knock on my door, and Mrs Hooper entered. “Are you sure Ma’am,”, she said, ” that you really want to do this”. “Totally sure“, I replied, “as are my two girls. We know that it will not be easy but at the end of three months we can return to normal”.

“I think you should know, ma’am that we are all staying and have agreed to participate fully. I hope that when it is all over, we will all be able, as you put it, to return to normal. In the meantime I have given my word, and will carry out my new duties as I have always carried out my other duties.”

I thanked her and she left. So much for my hopes that not all would stay. I immediately realised that humiliation by and in front of my own staff would be difficult to bear.

The following day, my daughters took me to a large town some way from home, where we were not known. As I expected, they were aware of piercing parlours, and we went in together, and one by one took off our clothes, and suffered the needles puncturing our private parts. I was surprised in a way, knowing that people did this from free choice, that the pain was considerable. We were then shown a selection of rings, and to the surprise of the young man who had operated on us, chose not the largest, but certainly above average rings. I thought to myself, what a job for a young man. He obviously enjoyed his work, and we were allowed no shame. I also wondered how many 40 year olds he had in, and whether it was more or less arousing for him. The girls were more matter of fact, they both had friends with pierced nipples, if not cunt lips, and it was less of a culture shock for them.

At least when I arrived home, I had a call from a very relieved solicitor, who had exercised his power of attorney to solve our financial problems, as he put it , for the immediate future. In fact I knew that provided we kept our side of the bargain, our financial worries were over for good. We also each had envelopes containing photocopies of our lists.

             To save a way of life part 2 - Servitude

The master

On May 31st I drove down to my home for the next three months, on a very pleasant evening. I smiled as I thought of the three slaves who must now be feeling the greatest apprehension. I had given them enough information for them to realise that they were in for a traumatic experience. I parked my car in the drive, and walked up to the front door, which was opened for me by the housekeeper. I knew that the former ladies of the house, and new slaves, would be busy upstairs, and we moved into the lounge, where I made myself comfortable, and suggested that the two young maids joined us for some coffee, and the outside staff if they could be found. Mrs Hooper went out and returned in ten minutes with coffee, and the other six members of staff.. I motioned them to make themselves comfortable in the room they had only previously entered only to clean and serve, or receive instructions..

“It must be nice to enjoy the comforts of the house”, I said, “and get used to it, for this is the new order”. They all smiled. “ I have a few details for the morning to discuss with you,” I continued. I then explained to them that the slaves, or slut 1, slut 2 and slut 3, as they were to refer to them for the next three months, had been told to go to the stables, naked, at 7.  I then said how important the first morning was, as I wanted all illusions to be shattered. I would like you men to place them in separate stables, and attach these collars I have bought with me. Their hands should be placed in restraints and clipped to the back of the collars. They should then be tied to low bolts so that they are forced on to their knees with their heads almost on the floor. They should then be left. You ladies should go down at 7.30, and with buckets of cold water and a sponge, wash them all over, and rub them down hard. Their hair will need to be combed. I think then it would be good for them to be led out into the yard by these straps which will  clip onto their nipple rings, and made to squat in the yard and relieve themselves. All of you should be there to watch. They will now truly be beginning to appreciate the reality of their position, but in case they are not fully aware I would like each of you ladies to lead one of the sluts back to the house, and into the kitchen.

I pointed out that the sluts would gradually become accustomed to pain, but as a beginning they were to place one each upside down on their laps and give them a really good spanking. “ Now this you will find amusing,” I said. They were not aware of my strictures on speech, so I explained that they were only allowed to speak when instructed what to say. And tomorrow they would be instructed by whoever was spanking each, first to beg for a caning, and then to say thank you mistress I stressed that they were to accept only true begging for six strokes, which would become twenty if there was any lack of sincerity. They were then to count each stroke, 1 mistress, 2 mistress and  say “thank you mistress” for each stroke. Then they could be put to work arranging the bedrooms and cleaning the house until lunch time. I knew, unfortunately that the trunks would be beyond them, so asked the men to move them. They were then welcome to watch the punishment, before returning to the stables and preparing the food which would be placed in the bowls on the side of the stables, together with bowls of water. The food would be a stew cooked by Mrs Hooper during the morning.

We then planned the afternoon, and I was glad to receive some good input, especially from the men. We enjoyed some wine, and then each repaired to bed to be refreshed in the morning. There was no noise from the other rooms, so I guessed they had finished, and were looking for a good night’s sleep.

Slut 1

The fateful day was almost here. The trunks, which were enormous, were outside our doors, and I began to empty all my clothes into mine. Then all my knick-knacks, my mirrors, my jewellery, even my wedding ring and engagement ring which I had always treasured. I was amazed how much I had in my room, photos, make up, combs, all the things ladies take for granted. I was glad the trunk was so large. Down the corridor I occasionally saw one of the girls with armfuls of clothes etc. busy filling their trunks. Finally everything was there, except the mocking alarm clock, and the clothes I was wearing. I thought of all the times I had watched one of the maids packing for me when I was going away, and sighed. I sat on the bed and mused. I was aware that we were going to experience hell but thought that surely it would be worth it in the end. One last sigh, I undressed, placed the clothes on top of the other things in the trunk, and wondered when I was going to be wearing clothes again.

I fully expected to be unable to sleep, but possibly because of the exertion, I soon drifted off.  

.At 6.50 the alarm woke me. And I climbed out of bed, switched off the alarm, put it in the trunk and closed the lid. I sat until 6.55, knowing that I could be at the stables by 7, and then made  my way downstairs, past the trunks outside the other family bedrooms, and left the house for the short walk to the stables. I wished I had had the walk tarmacked in happier times as the gravel was not kind to the bottoms of my feet. Behind me I saw  first Judy and then Caroline following me.

When I reached the stables, Jed ,Joe,  Paul and Fred were waiting outside. Wordlessly Jed led me inside, placed a leather collar round my neck, straps around my wrists, and then joined the straps to rings at the back of the collar. He opened a stable door, pushed me inside, told me to kneel, then used a very short length of chain to link the front of the collar to a round bolt at floor level. I was now kneeling with my face in the straw, and my backside sticking obscenely  up in he air. He then closed the door, and pulled the bolt across. Even in my predicament I thought, how ridiculous, I am not exactly going to open the door and run away. I then waited, with the straw irritating my knees. From the noises I could hear knew that my daughters were being dealt with similarly.

We were left for quite a while, then the door opened and in walked Mrs Hooper carrying a bucket.  She  unclipped me from the bolt on the floor, and dragged me upright., only to clip me again to a bolt a neck height. I faced her, my back against he wall. With my hands still out of commission behind my neck. Reaching into the bucket she fetched out a sponge with which she began to rub me down. The water was cold, but I was unable to resist as she washed my whole body with the sponge. I was told to open my legs and she washed between them , lingering as if that was enjoyable. I was rubbed dry with a rough blanket, and she then produced a brush and comb with which she groomed my hair as one would a child’s.

When she was satisfied, I had a chain passed through my breast rings and the ends were joined together. Then when I was untied from the wall, she pulled on the chain as I followed her out into the yard. All four of the men were there, as indeed were my daughters, who had obviously been given similar treatment by the maids.

We were made to squat, and then to piss, into a drain. My mortification at pissing openly in front of people who were my employees until recently was complete, but I was aware that non-compliance was not an option. The sponge and blanket were then applied between my legs again, and I was led by the chain back to the house. Where, I wondered was the director of this charade. Somehow the thought that he couldn’t even be bothered to watch our humiliation made it even harder to accept.

When we arrived in the kitchen, we were lined up against the table, and our three tormentors drew a chair each out into the centre of the floor. Sandra then took hold of my chain, Mrs Hooper  of Caroline’s and Anna of Judy’s, . 

We were pulled out into the centre, and stood whilst each of them sat down, then pulled us down across their knees. I realised with horror that we were about to be spanked, me by a girl less than half my age. And spanked we were . At first I remained still, but Sandra laid into me with such force that I could not help but wriggle as my posterior turned red. I could hear the girls begin to sob and whimper. Finally they stopped, to my great relief. I lay still to then hear Mrs Hooper address us all. “You will now thank your mistresses in the correct manner for your spanking, starting with you slut 1.” I forced myself to say “Thank you mistress for my spanking”. Each of the others followed suit.

“That was just a taster”  said Mrs Hooper, who seemed to be the spokeswoman. “You will now each suffer the cane, but first you will each beg for it. I will expect each of you to beg sincerely for six strokes of the cane. Any lack of enthusiasm or insufficient entreaty will mean 12 strokes for each of you, not just the guilty party.”

I could not believe what I had heard, but again the options were not available. I started, addressing Sandra. “Please mistress, please I beg of you to give your worthless slave six strokes of the cane, please mistress.” Each of the others made similar entreaties, fighting back tears.

I was then made to bend over, and spread my legs wide. “You will not move, and you will count each stroke, and thank me “ said Sandra, who was warming to her task. She collected a cane from the side table, and swished it through the air. Thwack. “One mistress, thank you mistress “ I managed to say, and I continued with the mantra until all six had been delivered. My bottom was on fire, but I was made to stay in position whilst the same scenario was played out on each of the others.

We were then allowed to stand. Somehow I had in my mind seen myself raped by my master within minutes of the start, with my sympathetic staff ready to console me. Instead I had not seen him, but I had been totally humiliated by all my staff, who seemed to be entering into the spirit of things with enthusiasm.

“You will now start work” we were told. Our wrists were finally freed and we were led upstairs where there were suitcases placed where the trunks had been. We were then made to empty the cases and deck out our old rooms with the belongings of the new occupants. I noticed that my old room was obviously the master’s, and all the other family and guest rooms were occupied by various members of staff. All the cases were emptied and the contents placed in drawers or on dressing tables. Everything had to be neatly folded, and carefully arranged. Then down to the kitchen, on hands and knees with scrubbing brushes until it was spotless. It was now nearly lunchtime, and I realised that we had not had any breakfast. However, our wrists were tied to the back of our necks again, Anna took hold of all three chains and walked us back to the stables. The men then placed us in our stables, and directed us to the bowls on the wall. “Eat” we were told, but our hands were not freed and we had to put our faces into the stew and lick the bowls clean before being given water to drink from similar bowls. Our faces were sponged clean, and we were left for a while.

Jed then came in, and re-tied my wrists behind my back, and then they were attached to a rope which  Jed pulled down from the roof. This was then raised until I was bent double, with my feet only just touching the floor. My ankles were then pulled apart and connected to the walls, making it almost impossible to take any weight on my feet. This uncomfortable position was maintained as I heard a familiar voice say “I think I would like to use her mouth, and perhaps one of you would like to take her in the rear  while I do it”. He ( I now thought of my master as He, with a capital, it was easier) then came round in front, pulled his cock out of his trousers and placed it at my mouth. “I want to see you know your duties”, he said, as I strained forward to take his member in my mouth. I sucked furiously, trying to earn some points for good behaviour. One of the men, I didn’t even know who,  pushed his cock into  my virgin anus, causing considerable pain. I would discover that frequent use made it easier. I focused all my being on the throbbing member in my mouth. Eventually I felt the cum flooding my mouth.  I cleaned the cock vigorously and swallowed down the cum.  I then hung limp as they ignored me and chatted among themselves . I heard Jed say that he would like to try his cock in slut 2’s mouth and Fred said he thought that he could use her cunt , so she was tied up similarly and they both happily pumped away,   I do not know who was sucked off by my other daughter, but again I heard the sound of the pulley, the grunts of pleasure and the sigh of pleasure as somebody came.. The pulley was then released slightly, allowing me some relief, before my He came behind me again and fucked my pussy, thrusting in and out until my body shook. I was then freed from the pulley and my legs were freed, allowing me to collapse into the straw.

“That will do for today I think” he said. “Rest until tomorrow, there will be more stew later,  and if you want to relieve yourself, that is what the straw is for”, I was told before the bolt was drawn on my stable door.

The Master

I was fairly content with the first day. I had remained the shadowy figure in the background for the most part, I had enjoyed some sex, and my sluts had experienced some quite serious pain  and humiliation. My assistants, too had all experienced power, and seemed to enjoy their roles. I decided to give the sluts some time to reflect, so finished early. I also noticed that the weather forecast was good for the next couple of days, so I thought perhaps we could concentrate on outdoor activities for a while, to give the men some latitude, and increase the  sluts feelings of little worth. I knew I had time to have my fill of sex, and the humiliation was my first priority.

I told the ladies that I would like the same ablutions routine the following morning, but I also gave them some sun cream as my sluts would be out in the sun most of the day and whilst I was in favour of them suffering, I didn’t want them becoming ill.

So, in the morning they went down to the stables, washed them down, groomed their hair, and made them stand with arms up-stretched whilst the cream was applied liberally to their bodies. They were then deprived of their hands in the usual way, and fed some cereal in their bowls. I then told the men that some hard work in the garden was to be the order of the day, with “rest and recreation” for themselves from time to time. Some punishment to ensure the sluts worked hard, but nothing too severe. I did, however have some weights to stretch their cunt lips. I would be around during the day to see how things were going. The sluts were unbound, and given wheelbarrows and hoes, and taken out into the large vegetable garden, and made to hoe the rows, naked and exposed and with weights hanging down between their legs. The men exhorted them constantly to work harder, and used the small floggers I had given them to reinforce the message.  I watched from a distance as these three ladies of leisure were made to do manual work for the first time, as naked slaves in the fields. The men who had worked so hard in the past reclined in chairs, getting up only to use the floggers.  Every hour or so, one of the sluts was taken aside and performed whatever sex act they were told to. During the day each of them was fucked in cunt, arse and mouth, and made to express their gratitude. Even from a distance I could sense the humiliation. They were taken back at 5 o’clock, the weights removed, and they were fed some more stew. I then had Sandra go down, clean up slut2, tidy her hair, and take her to my bedroom. She was restrained in the usual way, and attached to the foot of my bed by her breast chain, which meant she was forced to kneel.

When we had enjoyed the meal prepared by Mrs Hooper, an excellent cook, and some wine, we discussed how things were going. All seemed happy, and the men were pleased to hear that tomorrow would be a similar day.

Then I went upstairs to my waiting slut. I unfastened her, and removed all the restraints. Then I undressed and lay on the bed. “Would you like to suck my cock?” I asked. She of course replied “Yes please master, if I may“. “What else would you like to do?” I asked.” Please master may I take your cock in my arse and cunt.” I thought how well she was learning, and then lay back while she sucked me dry, and later did as she had asked. I had decided that each of them would sleep with me from time to time. The comfortable bed reinforced the message that sex with their master was something to look forward to.

The following day they again worked in he garden, but shortly after they had been returned to their stables , I observed slut 1 being led back to the house by Mrs Hooper. I kept a slight distance, and gradually went to the closed kitchen door. I could hear a vigorous spanking, and then the usual thanks. I then heard Mrs Hooper ordering the slut to kneel between her legs. “You would like to lick my pussy, wouldn’t you?” She asked . “Yes please mistress” was the reply. I smiled at the mental picture, but waited until I heard “thank you mistress for allowing me to lick your pussy” before going into the room. Mrs Hooper was by now standing, her dress adjusted. I asked her to restrain the slut and join me in the lounge. I thought , for now, I would not mention that I knew what had transpired.

When she joined me I said “I can’t keep calling you Mrs Hooper, but strangely that is the only name I have. I am also curious about Mr Hooper”. She laughed, and replied “my name is Gladys, sir, and Mr Hooper had a wandering eye, so we were not married for very long. But unless I find someone else, I shall always be Mrs Hooper”.

I then explained that I was keen to have an informal meeting of all the staff every evening, with sluts on hand to serve us, when we could discuss what everyone enjoyed, and any ideas they may have. She thought that was a nice idea, and we would start that evening at 7.30. I also said that it might be a good idea to allow the sluts to have a shower, and make themselves presentable. The contrast between what they had been subjected to and a slight taste of normality would add some spice. I also stressed that every one was to speak freely, as if the sluts were not there. “I understand exactly what you mean” said Gladys, “and I will tell all the others to be here. Shall I take the sluts to the large bathroom at 7?” I nodded and she bustled away.

Slut 1

Kneeling in the kitchen,  my beasts fastened to a rail in front of me, and my hands as usual clipped at the back of my neck, I began to think about the last few days. What I had envisaged, when I first spoke those fateful words, was almost non-stop sex, sometimes violent. I was beginning to appreciate how I was being slowly taken down to total degradation. The way in which He often totally ignored me for long periods, as if sex with me was not high on his list of priorities, the involvement of my children who were being abused in front of me, the treatment by my own staff, the constant physical labour, and the manner in which I was made to ask for whatever was to be done to me, were all very hard to take. The things I was expected to do, the physical punishments, especially the spankings by a woman 10 years younger than me, who had worked for me as a servant, and now my first experience of female/female sex, which I had never even considered when I embarked on this course, were totally demeaning. And as for saying thank you for all the things done to me!

I was also aware that the sexual demands were going to grow. I fought back the pricking of tears as I knelt in a very uncomfortable position. When Mrs Hooper finally re-appeared, she had my daughters with her. I was released completely, and we then spent some time cleaning the kitchen range and other domestic tasks. Sandra had joined us, apparently mainly to use her riding crop on our bottoms.

Then suddenly, we were taken up to the main bathroom. “You may have half an hour to have showers, and make yourselves look pretty. You may use the lotions and anything else you find”, we

were told. Oh what bliss, we soaped ourselves, shampooed our hair, washed, dried ourselves with proper towels, used the scent on the side, and worked on our hair. We had all caught the sun, in spite of the sun cream, and the body lotion was so soothing. Our master then appeared, examined with satisfaction what we had done, and made us put our collars back on, but no other restraints. “We are all going to relax in the lounge” He began. “you will attend, ensuring that our glasses are replenished, and will kneel in the centre of the room when you are unoccupied. This evening your duties will be light”.

We followed him down to the lounge, where all the staff were sitting in armchairs, sipping wine. There were several bottles, both red and white, on the dresser. For the moment, our services were not required, so we knelt as instructed, with eyes on the wine levels in each glass.

“Hello everyone “ He said as he sat down in a chair, and picked up the full glass from the tray next to him. “I think it is time to take stock. Tell me how you are enjoying yourselves so far”. They then began to chat among themselves, expressing general satisfaction. He then pressed them on their favourite bits. Mrs Hooper’ favourite, unsurprisingly,  was  the spanking and canings, the men loved using us two or three at a time, or even just watching us work. He then asked if they found us obedient, and we were declared adequate. Considering that we had done everything asked of us, had worked hard at our tasks, and always remembered our lines, I felt that this was damning with faint praise. They were then asked if they had any ideas. At this point I noticed that two of the glasses were low, I leapt up, as did Caroline, and we refilled the offending glasses.

They were all entirely at ease, and were discussing us as if we were bits of furniture. The first to offer a suggestion was Jed. “They will beg for sex or a whipping if told” he said, “but I am not always sure of their sincerity. Also, they perhaps should be encouraged to ask for things before being told. They know what we like, and they could be allowed to speak without leave for this purpose”.

I listened in horror, but He just said “Quite right. If at our meetings each night you report that any one of the sluts has not been a little keener, and a little more inventive, we could arrange a more thorough horsewhipping for all of them in the morning. I am sure they will each of them take the hint”.

Sandra then spoke. “I sent away for a strap-on dildo, which I would love to use, and when you told us the original ground rules, I thought it worth ordering”, she said. “It arrived this morning, may I use it?” The wine was beginning to be consumed at a faster rate, and with our heads in a whirl we were pouring wine almost constantly now. 

He then suggested that there was no time like the present, if she was game. In a flash she was gone, to return almost immediately with a box.

There was intense merriment, and we were grabbed and laid across the back of the settee, all three of us in a line, with our backsides pointing at the ceiling. As Sandra was undressing, we were asked if we had forgotten something. I reacted first, asking mistress Sandra to please use her dildo on my pussy and arse. The other two followed suit. The master helped Sandra to step into the harness. and pulled the straps tight. Each of the three of us had our hands drawn down at the front of the settee, and Sandra began pumping away at all of us in turn, first in our pussies, which was bad enough, and then our anuses. It was a fairly large dildo, and she was able to maintain the thrusts for a considerable time, and I knew I was becoming sore. Then she stopped, took off the harness, and we began to recite, almost in unison “Thank you mistress Sandra for using your dildo in our pussies and anuses.”

I noticed that Anna, whilst enjoying what was going on had not spoken, which I assumed was because she was a little young. But I fully expected her to be borrowing the dildo before long.

“Well”, he remarked, as they are here I think I would like to have slut 3 with me tonight. The rest of you can draw cards, the highest gets slut 1, and the next slut 2”. More merriment, and I found myself leaving with Joe, and Caroline with Paul.

I was taken up to what had been Anna’s room, and left standing while Joe quickly took off his clothes, then he lay down and I straddled him, first facing him and then turned around, bouncing up and down as if my life depended on it. When he had come, I was pushed off, I recited my thanks, and lay next to him caressing his cock with my mouth as he drifted off to sleep. I woke first in the morning, and thought it wise for him to wake with his cock back in my mouth.

In the morning, we were paraded back to the stables, and it was back to cold water and rough towels. We were restrained again to feed, and taken out to piss in the courtyard. Then back to the garden, on hands and knees weeding today with the sun beating down. The one piece of kindness was the lotion liberally applied, although I somehow felt it was for their benefit, not ours.

Before long I was begging to be fucked anally by Jed. I tried to put real feeling into my words, and then I had an idea. “Please sir“, I said to Paul, “I would dearly love to take you in my mouth at the same time, if you would please allow me to”.

Surprisingly he accepted! I bent down to touch my toes, opened my legs wide, then lifted my hands to spread my arse cheeks for Jed. As he entered me, Paul’s cock entered my mouth, he grabbed hold of  a handful of hair, and used it to move my head up and down on his cock, almost suffocating me as it reached the back of my throat. I had, of course, been face fucked a few times already, but not as violently as this. When they had both come I grovelled in the dust, and thanked them both with all the sincerity I could muster.

I was used a couple of times again, and both girls showed that they had been listening the previous evening, Caroline underwent a gratuitous whipping, and Anna, like me, offered to service two of them together. We were again allowed to use the bathroom before the evening meeting. Sandra and Mrs Hooper used the dildo, but we did hear the men say our attitude was improving. The master then told them that, sadly for them, he was sending us away for three  days, but it was to learn new skills. Fred would be accompanying us. As we had a big day ahead of us, He thought it best for us to return to our stables, and our restraints, for the night. What, I wondered could possibly lie in store for us.

             To save a way of life part 3  A New role and a new slave

The master

In the morning the ablutions were completed, and they pissed into the drain. They were then taken to the door of the stables, their hands were  fastened in front of them, then raised to a hook hanging dawn in the middle of the opening. It was raised until all three of them were hanging together with their feet off the ground. Jed turned them all inwards, and clipped their breast rings together.

“You have received punishment, and given sex” I said “But I think  that your understanding is still some way from complete”. he said. “You all stand with your heads held high, looking even me  in the eyes, which I interpret as  defiance. You do as you are bidden, but you still do not fully accept your status. You obey because of fear of consequence, not because you understand it is your role to obey. You are about to go away where someone else will train you. I know his expectancy, and you will not let me down, I promise you. Understand this, and understand well, under no circumstances will you ever make eye contact with anyone, and your heads will remain bowed. To reinforce this message you will now be whipped together, and any infringement by one of you will result in a repeat of the punishment for all of you. You must understand that you have no status at all, and there is no room for any vestige of pride or defiance. You will all apologise for your false pride and beg to be whipped. If I detect any lack of sincerity, tour whipping will be doubled all round“. They all quickly did as I asked, expressing their shame at failing me, and asking to be whipped.  I then asked Fred to place large ball gags in their mouths. 

I then produced a whip,  which I began to lay across their buttocks and back. I knew that this was really hurting, as the stripes began to appear. I did not, in fact give them many lashes, they had a busy three days ahead, and the pain from a couple of lashes each was enough to make my point. They were lowered, the gags removed so that I could be thanked, then replaced.

A large van then drove in. They were led up the ramp, placed with their backs to the side walls, space well apart, their wrists attached to the rails at waist height, and they were made to sit, with a strap around their waists forcing them back against the side. Their was a seat at the front, where Fred sat, and I went round to the driver’s cab.

Slut 1

The following morning after ablutions, we were hung by or wrists and whipped. This was apparently as we still had pride, and our master wanted us to show whoever we were going to that we were well trained. A lorry arrived, w e were placed inside, our wrists and waists attached to the side, with ball gags placed in our mouths. Fred joined us as we all stared hard at the floor. When He was ready , he sat in the front and drove us out onto the road. We travelled for about an hour before pulling up in some sort of stable yard. The two men got out and we heard faint voices. Finally the doors were opened again, and without looking up we were aware that this was a stranger. Fred then pushed past, unclipped us and helped us out. We stood in the yard with heads well bowed, naked except of course by our collars which we nearly always wore, and with our wrists again clipped behind us. Our master climbed into the lorry and drove off.

       

The stranger then spoke. “You are here to learn new skills, and the level of obedience is to be total. When you leave here you will be equipped to be useful to your owner in a new way.. You will become animals, ponies to be exact, and will be taught to pull a cart. Note I said you will become ponies, you will not be people acting as ponies. You will address everyone as Master or Mistress, for as long as you are allowed to speak, which will not be long. Ponies do not speak.  Now follow me.” We found ourselves walked into a storeroom, with all sorts of items hanging on the wall. He then pulled me to him, and reached down a short loop of leather which was used to pull my elbows together, thrusting out my breasts, showing off the rings. He then fitted a bridle over my head, with straps down the side, and blinkers ensuring that I can see only straight ahead. My gag was removed and replaced with a bit, which consisted of a large metal bar between my teeth with rings at each end which were used to strap the whole contraption in place. My feet were then measured, and a pair of ankle boots fitted, with an almost impossible heel, ensuring that I was effectively on tiptoe. Then I was bent over and I felt a large object entering my anus. When I was placed upright again I felt a tickling on my legs, and realised that I now had a tail!

Reins were clipped to my nipple rings, and I was led out into the yard. The next stop was a field, where I was fitted by a strap from my breasts to a bar above my head, which was part of a revolving contraption, which forced me to walk in circles, with the reins flowing behind me. The speed was regulated, and I found myself walking and running in turns. I was not the fittest person, although I had not thought myself unfit, but when I reached my limit, it was recognised, and I was allowed to stand and rest. The remainder of the morning was spent teaching me to recognise the pull of the reins on my breasts,  instructing me to move left or right, and the pull on both to bring me to a stop. From time to time I caught glimpses of my daughters performing similar exercises and similarly attired. Fred walked round looking at each of us in turn. I realised that he was to be trained to drive us as well.

I also saw several other ponies, some in he stables, some with various styles of cart. I even think I saw a male pony in the distance. One thing however was obvious. They were there because they wanted to be, they were enjoying themselves, some even making little whinnying noise, and all being treated with affection, which they returned. Later I saw a few of them driving home, with goodbyes and waving. That was not our situation, we were there to be crushed and humiliated.

At last a break for lunch, in a stable, with food and drink of the same type as “home”.  I was also made to relieve myself on the straw, standing up and in full view of several people.

After lunch a lady appeared to introduce me to my cart, which I was told had been designed by my master, and put together very quickly by a specialist manufacturer. It was basically two large wheels, with a seat between, large enough for two people to sit together, with a footrest. From under the seat there were the shafts, with straps to hold the ponies’ arms  in place. The unpleasant part was a single shaft below the main shafts, which ended with a large dildo, which had an obvious purpose. She moved me into position, before raising the shafts. The two main shafts were at elbow height, but the lower  shaft inserted itself into my pussy, which I was powerless to prevent. When my forearms were strapped to the shafts, and my hands placed round a grip at the end, I was forced down onto the dildo, which would remain in place  whatever I did. The final touch was to clip my labia rings loosely together under the shaft. The reins were draped back to the seat, and I stood there awaiting my instructions.  At first I was led round by my bridle, which caused incredible  sensations, but was not too uncomfortable. However, when the man arrived, and sat in the seat, the dildo was forced even higher, as the seat sank and the shafts rose. I could exert some downward pressure  with my arms, but the strain was considerable. When he was comfortable, I was given the command to move, with a whip across my buttocks! A further crack made me increase speed, and for some time I practiced turning, stopping, walking and trotting.  Eventually, it was decided I had done enough. I was released from the cart, and led back to my stable, where a stable boy rubbed me down with a sponge and cold water, dried me with a cloth, fed me as before, and tied me by my collar to a low ring in the wall, which allowed me to lie in the straw, and finally to fall into an exhausted sleep.

When I awoke I was aware of some soreness between my legs, but I knew that this would not prevent more practice. By mid afternoon I  was feeling almost proud of my understanding of commands, and had even spent some time with two passengers, including Fred, who was shown how to control the reins. I tried not to think too much about pride, and certainly to show no signs of it. We were fed in the afternoon, and eventually taken back to the stable, removed from the carts, and harness, but not the gags, which it appeared were semi-permanent, and would be removed only for feeding, and tied to a rail outside in the yard, with both wrists and ankles spread wide apart. Just as I was wondering if we were to sleep in the outdoors on this second day, three men appeared, the boss, as I called him, Fred and another, and we were well caned, for no reason I could think of, other than to give them pleasure. We were not told that we had done anything wrong, we were not told to do better, we were just caned.. I wondered if any of the other pony girls were caned for  fun. Somehow I doubted it. We were placed in stables, our gags were removed so we could eat, we pissed on the straw, then were tied up as before and allowed to sleep.

On the third day, the training was, if anything, more intense. We were running faster and faster, we were taught to walk, to trot and to run, and how to recognise which it was to be (All you really needed for that was an ability to recognise a whip on the rump, which meant up one gear, or a pull on both nipples together, which meant down one, with a constant pull meaning stop). The difficult part was recognising the breast pulls for slower or turn. The signals were quite subtle, as the object was not to tear our nipples off.  By the end of the day we were all quite quick at interpreting the signals, although at first there was quite a lot of stopping and whipping because of our “stupidity”.

I could not help noticing how beautifully some of the other ponies moved, in a dressage style and

realised that some had had years of practice. Now they were allowed pride in performance, quite

rightly. We were worked quite hard as we heard Fred say we were being fetched, but in the early

evening we were taken back to the stables and fed. The boss man said something to Fred about

how good we were at oral, which he enjoyed. “Which one would you like to try”, Fred replied. “ I

think the older one” he said. Fred knew I had heard, and removed my gag. “Please master”, I

began remembering what we were told on arrival, “would you please allow me o take your cock in

my mouth”.  I dropped to my knees and he took out his cock, which I sucked with all my might.

When he came I swallowed all his cum, before saying “thank you master for your kindness in

cumming in my mouth.” They both found that very amusing, and I was immediately gagged me

again,   We then stood side by side, our hands behind our necks again, our pony gags replaced by

the ball gags we had worn on the outward journey, and our heads bowed.

The lorry eventually arrived, He left the cab and opened the cab, we were then led in and fastened

as before. We were then  aware why the lorry was so large, as one by one our carts were loaded,

together with all our harnesses, including our tails and boots

Then we travelled back. I was actually pleased to arrive back to familiar surroundings.

The master.

I was rather pleased with myself. No-one but Fred had any idea where the sluts had been, and they were whisked  out and the lorry closed before any of the others could see in. Fred was chuffed at sharing the secret, and was as close as an oyster. All the sluts were tied in their stalls, and the rest of the staff were told to wait until after the ablutions in the morning. “I can tell you they are exhausted “ I said, “ and I think we will leave everything until then. See you all early tomorrow”. I could see they were consumed with curiosity, but none of them were anywhere near guessing.

The next morning as the sluts squatted and pissed, Fred opened the lorry doors, and wheeled out the first cart. While the other carts were manhandled out, he took slut 2, and dressed her in the full regalia. Gladys was allowed to insert the tail, as I knew she would enjoy that. Slut 2 then stood patiently as slut 1 and slut 3 were similarly harnessed.

“Now they belong in the stables” I joked. I explained that they were trained, but only Fred and I knew

how to drive them. I promised them an exciting day as they were shown how to drive. The first task

was to explain how they were fitted into the carts. The part they all enjoyed was clipping the dildo in

place with the rings. Everyone had a few goes at that. The dildo was a great success with Gladys

and Sandra, who felt that that was there own speciality. Then, one by one each was taken out and

the intricacies of control were shown. The main problem was the reins, as I did not want my sluts

damaged. But they were quick learners, and soon they were happily  driving around the estate. At

lunch time they were placed back in the stables, and their gags removed so they could eat. After

they were secured, we all walked back to the house for our rather more substantial meal.

When we had eaten, Anna asked for a private word. I had noticed she was not as enthusiastic as

the other two ladies, and would often hardly join in our conversations. She was also young, and I

feared that she wanted me to allow her to leave. I told myself I would have to agree, and was in fact

relieved that there was little chance of any of the others not staying the course.

We went to the small office downstairs, where in previous times letters had been written, but we had

not previously used it. We both sat, and I asked her to say what was on her mind. “I am sorry sir“,

she said, “but I am uncomfortable with the arrangements”.

I started to explain that I had suspicions , and she was aware that she could leave at any time , if

she wished, but asked her please not to divulge to anyone why she was leaving or what was

happening.

At this she blushed furiously, and became tongue-tied. She stopped what she was trying to say,

took a deep breath and tried again.  Then found out that her problem was that she kept wishing

herself in the opposite role.

“Since I was about fifteen or sixteen” she blurted out, “I have had fantasies of abduction and being

made to have sex.  When I am spanking the mistress and the other two, I wish it was them

spanking me”. I decided to ignore the slip she had made, and asked her if she was really, really

sure. She assured me that she was, and the final straw had been riding in the cart whilst she ached

to be pulling it. I asked her to truly think this through, as the sluts were doing this unwillingly, out of

what they saw as necessity, and she did not need to and was offering herself voluntarily.

“Two things,” I said. “I would like you to go into town, go to your doctor for birth control, then have

the piercings done and the rings inserted. I will tell everyone here you didn’t feel too good, and I

have given you some time off. You are still not committed, so think about it, and spend the night at a

hotel in town. I take it you have sufficient money”. She nodded. “Have a good sleep. You can

change your mind  if you wish. I will also tell you that you may leave at any time if you discover that

fantasising and doing are not the same. I will also pay you far more than I promised for each day

you serve“. She assured me that the money had not entered her head, and she felt sure she would

last the course. I added that she should shave, and the ground rules would be the same as the

other sluts. She would be slut 4. If tomorrow afternoon she was free of any doubt, then go to her

room, pack her belongings, and come to this office without being seen at 7 pm. Have you sufficient

suitcases?, I asked, ever the practical one. She told me that she owned two, quite sufficient, as she

did not have the clothes or the possessions of the family. “You have three options“, I said. “If you

are at the meeting tomorrow night, things would continue as they were, and no-one will ever know

what had been said. If she wrote to me from the hotel, I will pay you as I had promised. If you are in

the office tomorrow night at 7, then so be it”.

I also asked about family and friends, but she told me her family lived in the north, and apart from

Sandra, she had no friends.

I then said that she must strip so that I could ensure she would be an asset.  This she did readily, in fact she had anticipated me, and underneath her uniform she was already naked. I looked at her as she stood, eyes down and her hands clasped behind her neck, and I knew that I was hoping she would not change her mind. Her breasts were a good size and firm, her waist tiny and her whole demeanour totally submissive.

“Tell me , are you a virgin?“ I asked. She replied that she had had sex “about” seven or eight times, always with a condom. “And in the rear, or oral?“ I pressed. No she had never been asked, she replied, but she would have done if asked. I suggested that a dildo and some practice might change her mind about anal sex. “It can be painful” I warned, “especially if it is done forcefully, and your friend Sandra did not appear too gentle“. She thought maybe she would practice a little in the hotel, and I think she agreed with me about Sandra.

I told her to dress and run along. She thanked me, put her clothes on and set off to go into town.

I walked back to catch up with the others who had headed  eagerly for the stables

When I arrived, the  ponies were already harnessed.

I explained that Anna was not feeling too bright, and I had given her some time off. Gladys

remarked that she had felt something amiss, as she had been quiet lately, and the matter was

forgotten. I explained that Gladys would need to deal with slut 3 as well as slut 1 in the morning. She

didn’t seem too upset!

I then called Paul over, and asked him to make the same fittings of eye bolts and hooks in the two

old stables we were not using, so that we would be able to receive guests at short notice. He was a

bit disappointed to be given another task when there was such fun to be had, but I knew he would

waste no time so that he could rejoin the others.

All the others clambered on to the carts, Jed on his own and the others in pairs. Like children with a

new toy I thought. I held back for a short while, although I fully intended to enjoy the new toys that

afternoon. I wondered if the ponies were quite so enamoured.

Slut 1

We were placed back in our stables for the night, in the morning we were washed down with the

normal routine as if we had not been away. Then as we stood in the yard, steadfastly gazing at our

feet, we heard the lorry being opened, and the first cart wheeled out, to be greeted with great

excitement. Fred then took hold of Caroline, who was nearest to him, and began to fit the regalia

starting with the bridle and bit, then the reins. Mrs Hooper was then given the tail, Caroline bent over

and Mrs Hooper had great delight in pushing the tail right in. Then it was my turn, and finally Anna.

We were dragged over to the carts and positioned between the shafts. Our forearms were strapped

to the shafts, and we were forced down on to the dido. We had become used to this, but it was all

new and exciting to the others. We were released and every body had a go at re-attaching us,

several goes in fact, until they all pronounced themselves ready.

For the rest of the day, apart from a break at lunch time, we were driven round the estate as the

apprentices were shown how to control us properly. We must have covered quite a few miles by the

end of the day, but at least I discovered that the plug in my pussy was slowly becoming more

comfortable, in fact even erotic. Although I kept my eyes down, I did feel that for most of the day, I

was doing rather better than the drivers. We walked and we trotted, our buttocks were lashed, and

the sun beat down. Finally we were taken back to our stalls, to be hosed down this evening, ( no

nice bathroom), and He, who had taken quite a drive with me, then announced that the usual

meeting would take place at 7.30. For a while we were allowed rest.

The master

I went up to my room and freshened up. As I relaxed on the bed, I really had no idea what the

evening would bring. Would she go through with it, change her mind , or cut and run? I knew that all

three possibilities were equally likely. 

Finally at a few minutes after seven, I went down to the office. As I opened the door, I saw my new

slave, facing away from me, bent over as far as she could go, her arse in the air, and both hands

clenched on her buttocks, forcing her cheeks as far apart as she could get them. Before I could say

a word, she said “please master, I beg of you, be the first to fuck my arse, thank you master”. in no

time I carried out her wishes, thrusting in and out of her tight little hole as she groaned and

responded by thrusting back against me. When I was about to come I withdrew, forced her to her

knees, and deposited my load in her mouth. “I noticed tears in her eyes as she thanked me again,

and explained that she was sorry to be weeping, but they were tears of fulfilment, as she had, as

she described it, reached her destiny.

I produced the same consent letter , which she signed, and handed over her collar, and wrist and

ankle restraints, all of which she placed on her body.

To save a way of life part 4  garden parties and new delights

The master

I bade her stand, and examined the piercings, which looked a little sore, and flicked the rings

causing them to swing and my slut to wince. She automatically had clasped her hands behind her

neck and was looking down. I said I was pleased with her decision, but would have to make some

things crystal clear. She would be bound by the same rules as the others, she was not to speak

except to request some punishment , or to be allowed to perform sex, or to thank whoever had used

her. . She was at the disposal of everyone who worked on or visited the estate, and would give them

or anybody else I gave her to, total obedience . I said that in some ways she was lucky, unlike the

other sluts she had some idea of what was in store, but her status as a volunteer made it even more

important to give 100%. She would be known as slut 4, which  is the only name she would answer

to. She knew the rules, and no allowances would be made. Did she wish to say anything before we

commenced.

“Only, master, that I will not disappoint you, and I really am grateful that you have accepted me, as

rejection would have been too much to bear. I am ready for whatever you have in store”. as the

others were gathered, I took her back upstairs and made her carry her suitcases down the join the

trunks in the cellar, and then led her to the lounge.

Slut 1

At the appointed time we were in the lounge dispensing drinks. Everyone was there except Him, and

Anna, who I suddenly realised I hadn‘t seen all day. They were all busy chatting about their

expertise with the carts. Then the door opened, and in He walked, and to everyone’s astonishment,

He was pulling Anna behind him on a lead like ours. The conversation stopped dead.

“Meet slut 4”, He said. “She has requested a change of status, and I have granted her request”.

Still no-one spoke. “In her new role, she will be available to all of you in the same way as sluts 1 to

3”. “ I am sure she has a request to make”.

Anna looked startled, then realisation dawned. She knelt in front of Sandra, and said, “please

mistress please, would you fuck me please”. In a flash Sandra was up, stripped and her strap-on

Was in place. Anna was bent over the back of the settee, and Sandra was shoving the dildo in her

pussy from the rear with gusto. When she withdrew, Anna knelt at her feet, and said, “thank you so

much  mistress, that was  wonderful. Now please would one of my masters or mistresses be so kind

as to give me the caning I need”.

Fred was only to pleased to bend her over touching her toes and gave her six strokes, which she

dutifully counted, and thanked him for. Then Mrs Hooper took her across her knees, and spanked

her thoroughly,  turning her cheeks bright red. “Again she was thanked profusely. I thought Anna

was going to show she was better than us at obedience.

Then He spoke again. “We will have plenty of time to enjoy our new slut, but we must not forget the

originals”, He said with a smile. “I am also concerned that the pony play must not take over from

everything. Once or twice a week I think is enough for the moment. Slut 4 will need to be trained as

a carriage girl when she is ready, and I can make the arrangements, possibly in a couple of weeks.

You ladies will I am afraid be required to look after two each every morning. I also have the germ of

an idea for when we have four ponies. How about a garden party for your friends? I will leave it to

you to ensure that only people whose discretion can be totally relied upon are invited. Also of course

that nobody who would be shocked or offended. I do not want to lose you friends. About a month’s

time I think.  If I can have some feedback from you all. The sluts can do the catering. Tomorrow, we

will have a more normal day, although I do have another skill for them to master soon. Any

Immediate thoughts?”

They all seemed to think it was a great idea. I was not so sure, and nor I imagine were my

daughters, but nobody asked us. I then thought that maybe we had some catching up to do before

Anna put us in the shade. I moved forward and spoke to Fred. “Please sir could you fuck my arse,

and please sir” I added , turning to Paul, “would you be so very kind as to fuck my mouth while he

does it. Unless, of course, sirs there is something else you wish to do to this slut, which would give

you greater pleasure”. Caroline then made similar overtures to Joe, requesting a fucking, and Judy

asked Sandra to use her strap-on again. We had not forgotten with all the new training, and the

sudden appearance of a submissive Anna, what was demanded of us, and we wished to avoid a

whipping if we could.

Everybody got busy, I was well used front and rear, and then as soon as I had given the usual

grovelling thanks, I made sure that the glasses were full.

Eventually we  were taken back to the stables and restrained. I watched Anna carrying straw into

one of the empty stalls, then her door was closed and she, like us lay on the floor, and tried to sleep.

The master

For the next week, a routine developed, they were washed down in the morning, they worked in the

garden or the house,  they were fed, we had our meetings in the lounge, every couple of days they

were allowed in the bathroom before the meetings, they were occasionally taken to one of the

bedroom for the night, sometimes by one of us men, sometimes by one of the girls. and well used.

Gladys was getting them used to pleasuring women, and Sandra was benefiting.

On two days I varied the routine by getting out the carts. Anna spent most of those days thoroughly

cleaning the stables and yard. I had not realised, but having a true submissive who really desired

and enjoyed punishment and forced sex,  was putting extra pressure on the others. They wee not so

keen, but could not afford to seem less willing than her. The pleadings were becoming more

pressing, and it was becoming less necessary to tell them what to ask for.

One evening, the topic turned again to the garden party. They were finding it a little difficult to judge

when, and to whom,  they broached the subject. In addition the discretion bit was worrying.

I suggested that they mention what they were enjoying in broad terms, and if interest was shown,

suggest that they were allowed to have guests, but any breath of what was going on would mean

that their privileges would be instantly withdrawn and no further access to guests allowed. I also

mentioned that their friends would find it difficult to credit what they were experiencing, and the

second-hand stories of their friends could lead to derision. Especially if each of them laughed it off.

I also stressed that young children were not to be included, (under 16 perhaps). I could imagine

teenagers finding the whole thing rather exciting.

Gradually they had news of interest, (especially the male staff). Gladys and Sandra were not really

local, but they both had a few people interested. It looked as if we would get about thirty people,

including a few I knew of, from the pony school for instance.  It had even been suggested to me that

they could bring a couple of ponies.

It was delicious to discuss this in front of the sluts. Slut 4, I could see was ready for a new

experience, but the others often looked horrified.

Then one morning I turned the screw. I had them chained in the spare stall which Paul had cleared,

in a row, on their knees, with their heads held fast, their wrists clipped t the back of their necks. And

the staff standing behind me. “You may have  wondered, or possibly not, what will happen at the

garden party when we have only one toilet out  here, which will be required by our  lady guests.  But

do not worry, I have of course considered that.

You will each take lessons on becoming urinals, and during the day two will be giving rides, and two

will be in here“ I saw that I had made an impact. “ Please make sure you have a high fluid intake“, I

said to the men behind me. “I think it will take a lot of practice to ensure that most of it doesn’t go

on the floor. I was ready, so I stood in front of slut 1, made her say “please master, piss in my

mouth“, made her open wide, really wide, until her jaw was stretched, told her that she was to

remain in position if she didn’t want everyone punished, then released a stream of fluid into her

mouth.  She swallowed as much as she could, and I regulated the flow to enable her to breathe, but

still quite a bit was spilt. To her credit, she held her head still. When I finished I just looked at her,

and she immediately said, “thank you master for the gift of your piss. I am sorry that some was

spilt.” “ Very good “ I said, “now you all know what to say“. “You will all remain here all morning

trying as hard as you can to drink everything that enters your mouths. Until further notice you will all

be ready at any time to serve. Then this afternoon you can work in the garden again. I shall expect

extra effort this afternoon to make up for your morning off”.

For the next four hours they drank. Not continuously but often. There was even a noticeable

Improvement by the end, although some were better than others.

Two weeks into her service, slut 4 was taken by Paul to be trained as a pony. I felt that she would

make an excellent pony, and a good addition to our string.

Sure enough when she returned, Paul gave her praise, and I took her out for a spin. She was

certainly faster, and more responsive than the others.

Eventually, a date was set for the garden party. We had a good weather forecast, and were up to

forty guests. My urinals were improving though not perfect. They usually ended each session well

drenched. The day before, four naked sluts stood in the kitchen making sandwiches, cakes and

little trifles under the watchful eye of Gladys. Forty people, (not counting the ponies) needed a fair

amount of food preparation. Everything was taken to the cold room.

They were allowed the bathroom, and Gladys fussed over them. They were oiled and given a

special shave. On the actual morning after liberal application of sun cream, they laid out the trestle

tables, carried the beer, wine and soft drinks out, then sat down to write large signs, in very

large letters, one each, reading as follows.

                                                             URINAL

                                          PLEASE PISS INTO MY MOUTH

A further large sign saying men’s toilets was written by all of them,  one letter at a time in turn, then

taken down by Fred to be hung over the door.

They then made holes in the top corners of their own signs, and string was threaded through.

Gladys made sure that  the signs would be at waist height, in order to ensure their charms were

fully displayed.

Peter and Liz arrived with their ponies, which they tied to a rail in he yard, next to their carts, which

were sturdier, but more comfortable than the ones we had. An hour before opening time they

carried out the food, two were harnessed, as were our guest ponies, and sluts 3 and 4 were taken

into the toilet and fastened into position with their signs on. All of them were reminded to thank

everyone for riding them, or pissing on them, or anything else!. Just before everybody arrived, Peter

was able to test the urinal. I then told Paul he was responsible for ensuring that none of the guests had cameras or mobile phones. That was a route I had no desire to go down.

Slut 1

I had been horrified to hear that we were to be paraded in public. I was mortified to be made to

practice drinking piss. At each meeting it seemed more people were coming. And of course

everything else continued, the beatings, the sex, the continuous thanks and pleadings, and the pony

rides. I had always considered pony rides a lovely expression, and one of my favourite pursuits.

It had now acquired a different  meaning.

For most of the afternoon before the party, we stood in the kitchen preparing the food. Mrs Hooper

made sure we all felt the cane, for which we all thanked her. Then the food was carried into the

Pantry, to keep it fresh overnight.

At least on the previous evening we were allowed in the bathroom and sort of pampered. I say sort

of as Mrs Hooper made sure we were rubbed in all the most intimate places. She also gave us a

fresh shave to ensure, as she put it, we all looked our best. We all slept in the house, on the floor of

various bedrooms, mine being Sandra’s, so the strap-on, her very favourite toy, was well used.

The actual morning was frantic, After standing whilst Mrs Hooper and Sandra poured sun cream all

over us, there were tables to be carried down to the field, various drinks, tablecloths, and anything

else that was needed. Then, horror of horrors we had the humiliating task of writing large signs

stating that we were urinals and asking people to piss in our mouths. There was even a sort of game

where we wrote  a sign each writing one letter at a time saying men’s toilets. We were made to put

string in the corners of our signs, and kneel up while Mrs Hooper ensured that only our waists were

hidden. Then there was the food to be carried down, in a hurry, with several journeys each, and

several thwacks on our buttocks. Our two trainers from the pony farm were there, with two rather

gorgeous ponies, who were clearly more than ready to be on show.

Caroline and I were harnessed, and Judy were taken in to do the first shift in the toilets.

Finally, people started to trickle in. Most, I think, were fearing a wind-up, but when  they perceived

the naked ponies, they couldn’t wait to come and examine us. Jed took one of his friend’s wife and

placed her in the seat behind me. “I am afraid you need to know how to do this“,  he said as he took

her for a ride around the field, demonstrating trot, walk and a gentle canter. Then he took his friend,

and we went round the corner out of sight. Jed  brought me to a stop, and he and his friend walked

round.  I was made to kneel, and my bit removed. “Listen to this,” said Jed. I knew this was my cue

to beg this stranger to let me suck his cock. When he had emptied his load in my mouth, I thanked

him as humbly as I could for cumming in my mouth. As Jed replaced my bit, he was telling his

friend that he and the others had freedom to do that whenever they wanted, and we always begged

for it. The friend was mightily impressed, and Jed promised him further delights later. “Not the two

in the finery”, he said , “they are guests and show  ponies. They do it from choice, our sluts do it

because they have to“. I was made to swallow everything before the bit was replaced, and we

trotted back. Most of the time I just trotted round giving rides. Occasionally one of the guests

wanted to examine the harness, and most of them winced at the plug up my cunt. Strangely it didn’t

really worry me any more, it is amazing what you can get used to. Twice more I was made to

demonstrate just how much they were in control, one more cock sucking, and once my tail was

removed so that a guest could anally fuck me, and both times I said my piece, although for the

anal fuck my bit was not removed, so how much he understood, I don’t  know, but I tried.

Then I was unharness and taken in to be a urinal, with Caroline. I knelt in position with my sign, and

as the beer was flowing we gradually became busy. Poor Caroline, younger than me and prettier,

was usually the first choice, but we were usually both needed. We dutifully requested the pleasure,

and thanked them as if they were doing us a great favour. Most found this amusing. With so much

going in, we found ourselves pissing where we knelt in the straw. Some of the men were bursting,

and we found ourselves with piss all over our chins and breasts, but Joe was at hand when our time

was up to wipe off the worst. Then it was back to more rides, then more piss, then more rides. All

four available ponies at any time were in constant motion. The “proper” ponies, as I mentally

categorised them, with larger carts, could take three passengers, and gave, I think, better

rides, but they generally stayed in sight, and were not offering our fringe benefits. At last the food

was mostly gone, the air became a little chill, and our guests began to drift away.  The other two

ponies were loaded up, and driven away. Then we were unharness and made to clear away. By the

time we had finished it was dusk, and we were put to bed in our stables.

The following day was almost anticlimactic, it was just work in the gardens, sex when required, don’t

forget to make suggestions, don’t forget the pleases and thank-yous. There was also a fair amount

of canes and flogging, just to keep us on our toes.

When it came to the evening meeting, everyone was in high good humour. It appeared that each of

them had contributed to make the day a great success. (Nothing to do with us, of course). A

fortnight hence we were going back to the pony farm for an open day, and when that day came we

were loaded in two lorries and found ourselves part of a big crowd of ponies, being driven and

prodded. Our carts created quite a stir, but to us it was almost surreal, no sex, nominal whipping,

lots of stroking, and proper toilet provisions!

We also had another garden party, much the same as the first, but better attended, (about 60), and

with six guest ponies, which was helpful with the rides, but not the toilets. If I say there was a

constant stream, I am sure you will understand. By the end of the day we were exhausted.

Day merged into day, I began to feel more at ease with what was happening, and even to enjoy the

pony rides. I was also much more aware of the requirements which became second nature, and I

was less terrified of a mistake. It was also instructive to watch Anna, who just totally enjoyed

everything that was done to her. Sex too, which I had largely ignored since the inception of our

children, was sometimes a marvellous experience, when it was sex for sexes sake, and not an

excuse to cause as much pain and humiliation as possible. I suppose it was the public sex for an

audience, that was hardest to bear. I was also a mother, and seeing my daughters treated with such

disdain and lack of worth was particularly difficult. Imagine kneeling next to your daughter and

seeing her begging farm hands to piss in her mouth.

Then one day…….

The master

I thought that I had had as much cooperation and pleasure as I could wish for. As I had so much

money, to ask if I had had value for money was irrelevant. I had to accept that humiliation is my

bag, and they had all carried out their side of the bargain. And tomorrow was the 1st September. I

had not made up my mind what to do with the rest of the money, and the fortunate circumstances of

someone with such a great need, and the courage, yes courage to carry it through were unlikely to

recur. Strangely enough I felt that so disorientated were they, so unaware of the passing days, that

they  probably did not know that their ordeal was nearly over. I asked Gladys to bring slut 1 to me.

When she came in, and Gladys left, I looked at her, naked save a collar, her eyes downcast, a

forty-ish woman who still had a good figure, made better by three months of hard labour, unaware of

what I was about to say, fearing the worst, more pain, more humiliation.

“I wonder if you know what day it is“. “No master but I think it is Wednesday or Thursday“, she

replied. “No, slut, but it is August 31st, and your ordeal is almost over”. She literally swayed in front

of me, so I told her to sit. “Master I had almost forgotten that we were to be free one day, I am

unable to understand what you say“. “You must appreciate, that as it is the last day, it will be intense, for everyone, there will be no gradual wind down, however tonight  at the end of this last day, I would like you to spend this last night with me, and I would also like to say that you have all carried out your bargains to the letter. Would you , I wonder, have been so keen if you had known what I would demand of you. But tomorrow You will be a wealthy lady again.” I could see she was in turmoil, and I allowed her several moments of silence.

“Master”, she began, ”the strangest thing has happened to me. You are right, I would have baulked

if I had known how low I would be brought. But now, I feel a certain rightness, a comfort zone if that

is not a silly thing to say. Three months ago I gave you a proposition, and now I have another. The

money you now owe me would make my daughters wealthy, and independent. Anna, of course will

be devastated, and all my other staff will not want things to end, even though they will all now have

savings they would never have amassed.  I do not know what I will do, but with your blessing, I will

say, give the money to my daughters, let me make over the estate to you, and we will continue as

We have been doing. Anna, will I think, wish to continue as your slave, and I do not think any of the

other staff will be too disappointed at the slight adjustment you may wish to make. I know that you

will humiliate and punish me, I know that you will have sex on demand. You may even wish to

increase my servitude, that is for you to decide.”

Now it was my turn to sit in silence. There was I, not knowing where to go, and now everything I

could wish for was in my hands. I knew it was impossible to refuse, sluts 2 and 3 would go their way

to wealth and happy marriages, even if their husbands found their sex lives unusual, Anna could be

happy, somehow I didn’t see many letters of resignation from he staff, and maybe we might even find a couple more sluts to avoid changing Anna’s name. but I had some important meetings to hold.

I would wish you to carry on as before, today, perhaps you will find it in you to see that everyone has an enjoyable day, a horse ride perhaps for some, a whipping or sex for others. You must cram in everything today. Tomorrow we will all try to find a new modus operandi. Off you go, I have business to deal with.

I then asked Gladys to fetch the other sluts, and have them kneel in the corridor outside my office. When they were in position, I took slut 2’s lead and led her into the office. I discovered that she, too had lost track of time, as indeed they all had, as I was to discover. I told her of her imminent release. “Tomorrow, you will be Caroline” I said. “You are aware that your mother will be owed six million pounds tomorrow“. However, a change has been requested. I have been asked to stay here with your mother, with our present relationship, and I have agreed. Instead of my previous arrangement, I have decided to give you and your sister, five million pounds each. You will be independent, and can then make your own lives, and maybe you will want to forget what has happened here. You may even find some nice man to marry. All I would ask is that you keep up your bargain to the bitter end, and I expect even greater cooperation today”.

“Master,” she replied, “I really do not know what to say. If it is what she really desires, I wish you both good luck and happiness. Your generous offer is overwhelming. I can assure you that I will play a full part today, to the very end. I would also like to know that I would be welcomed as a guest, even maybe to give a few pony rides for old times sake“. I assured her of a welcome whenever she wished it, and discretion if she desired it, with anyone she brought with her.

“Thank you master,  I will go and do my duty“. I then asked her not to do anything, by word or gesture, as she left, and to remember that she was not to speak to the other sluts until tomorrow, which I appreciated, would be difficult. I then dismissed her and fetched her sister.

My speech to her was on similar lines. He reaction showed as much gratitude, but I noticed that there was no mention of visits or pony rides. Perhaps, I thought, that may come later.  She also promised to contonue for the last day with increased enthusiasm, which pleased me, but I did sense that her thoughts were already on her new wealth, and where she was going to live.

As she left I led in my youngest slut, the volunteer. I again explained that the time was up in the morning, at which she burst into tears. “Oh master” she said through her tears, “but I have been so happy”. I explained the new arrangements in some detail, and told her that I would place £250,000 in a savings account. “However”, I added,”life here will continue much as before, with a few less slaves, although that might change. If you really desire it, I will keep you here as before, and you will be able to decide when you want to leave, and access your money”. Through a renewed bust of tears she thanked me, saying “yes please, yes please master“. I told her to dry her tears, to run along like a good little slut, but to know that if ever she wished it to end, she only had to come to me and say so.

I then went in search of Gladys, and asked her to fetch all the staff. When they were gathered I spoke.

“I am sure you are all aware of the date. You may not be aware, though, that your former mistress has asked me to stay, while releasing her daughters with sufficient money to make them independent. Your former colleague has also asked to stay. So, although there will be some adjustments, the men would need to go back to the stables, but here would be less disruption to the bedrooms than had seemed likely and there are some other ramifications I haven’t even started to think about, life here will continue more or less as before. I have some hope that a couple of extra slaves may be found. Who knows? I cannot thank you enough for your support, and each of you will receive £100,000 as a payment for your efforts. Anyone who wishes to take he money and run goes with my blessing. I will negoiate higher salaries with each of you who wishes to stay.”

Gladys, always the spoksperson, thanked me for my generosity, and went on to say that from her discussions, she could think of no one who would be leaving, and no one who was not delighted at the turn of events.

I thanked her, and suggested that they run along and make the most of the rest of the day.

That they did, and great was the fucking, the whipping , caning and spanking, and all the ponies were given plenty of exercise.