Date: Tue, 31 Jan 2017 15:26:51 -0600
From: Your old friend Tappy <tappymcwidestance@gmail.com>
Subject: bisexual / authoritarian - Decision Tree - ch. 20

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Decision Tree Ð Chapter 20
By
Tappy McWidestance

I think Eve understood my affirmative response through my gag because she
untied me and helped me to my feet.

"I'm going to check on Thomas while you get ready," she told me. "I left my
girlfriend with him to keep him company and I want to make sure they are OK
before we leave."

I had no doubt my Master would have things well in hand, but I just nodded
and headed to the bathroom to clean up and get ready. Half an hour later, I
was the vision of perfect slutdom once again as I headed out of the hotel
with Eve. She directed me to her car where I was instructed to lift my way
to short skirt and sit with my ass on the leather seat of two-seat
convertible with my legs spread. The top was up so I decided it wasn't her
plan to show me off to passing motorists. She told me to open the glove box
where I found a leather collar and leash. I put it on without being told. I
was experienced enough not to need encouragement. She then told me we were
going to a favorite club of hers because she wanted me to meet some of her
friends. That sounded a bit ominous. The exhibitionist in me didn't mind
being showed off. I loved both my trips to the theater where I was exposed
for the slut I had become, but in a strange city with someone I had only
met the day earlier, my fear of the unknown was palpable.

Eve had mentioned her girlfriend was staying at the hotel. But since she
also mentioned fucking Thomas, I assumed she must have been bi, or at least
her girlfriend was and Eve just directed the action. I figured that meant
we were not going to a lesbian club. I decided that we must be going to
some kind of BDSM/swingers club. As soon as I had put on the collar, Eve
had me begin masturbating. If we stopped at a stoplight, so would I. I was
instructed to raise my hands to give her access to finger my pussy and
check on my progress. We fell into a rhythm as if we had been together for
years. I instantly understood my masturbation wasn't meant to achieve
orgasm and her invading digits were meant to reinforce the power she held
over me. That was both in a business sense because I believed her boast to
be able to sway her father's decision on which firm to pick and because she
knew I was submissive and I knew she at least had Domme traits.

We drove into the night into an industrial area west of downtown. I knew we
were not in St. Louis any more, but I can't tell you what suburb we were in
because I didn't know. We did pass the Anheuser-Busch plant if that helps
anyone who knows that area. We pulled up to a dilapidated warehouse. The
presence of twenty cars or so in its parking lot, completely out of line
with the look of the building and time of night, was the only indication
that the building contained more than its outward appearance suggested. As
we pulled in, Eve gave me more instructions.

"This is a very exclusive private club. I had to attend parties for over a
year as a guest before I was able to join. Don't embarrass me in front of
my friends. The fact that you collared yourself without being told tells me
you know how to act and I'm sure you will enjoy yourself. But if I am
wrong, use the word orange and we'll leave no questions asked. You will
address me as Mam. If you prefer to say Mistress, that is fine, but I
understand from Thomas that his wife is your real Mistress so I don't mind
you not saying that. Let's go."

She didn't leave me room for discussion. She knew what I was, she intrigued
me and I was exhilarated to find out what happened inside this generic
looking building. She led me by the leash and I followed behind her. I saw
no signage or even an address placard. It was the kind of a place you
wouldn't give a second glance at if you drove by, unless it was to complain
about urban decay. Even on the heavy steel door there was no sign, just an
electronic lock where Eve punched in a code. She then pulled back the
door. Inside was dimly lit, almost black. She walked in tugging on my
leash. The door shut with a dull thud. It reminded me of a prison movie as
if I was being led to solitary confinement. Or maybe a real dungeon. We
walked down a hallway. Our eyes adjusted to the dim light enough to allow
me to see enough not to bounce off the walls. At the end of the hallway I
saw a round button dimly lit on the wall and Eve's finger as she pushed
it. A red circle of lights illuminated a foot above the button. Eve looked
toward the lights and spoke.

"Mistress Sunshine, 837449 and guest."

She then turned to me. "No real names here, by the way. You will just be
called slut."

There was a pause as if her credentials were being checked and then I heard
a lock release. Eve opened the door and we walked into the club. The front
room was better lighted, although not brightly. But at least I could
see. There was a coat checkroom. That wouldn't be noteworthy except for the
woman checking coats, purses and whatever personal items you wanted was
topless, collared and wearing wrist cuffs. She did have leather pants on,
which I thought was strange. Eve later explained that as an employee of the
club she was off limits and was also wearing a chastity device in case any
of the members got and bad ideas. I told her I understood about wearing a
chastity device so I could commiserate with the girl. There was also a bar
with a bartender. He was dressed like the coat check girl, his barrel chest
proudly on display. I would have been happy to play with either of
them. The club was strictly BYOB to avoid licensing issues. We had not
brought any booze, but Eve assured us other members would share if we
wanted someÉ for a price. She didn't need to explain what type of barter
might have to be made for a drink.

There was another metal door that led to a large room where many of the
club members gathered. There was a mix of leather booths around the edges
and pub height small round tables with stools. There was also a small stage
with a stripper pole and a dance floor. At the moment, there was no music
playing and nobody dancing, but most of the booths were full. Eve led me to
one that wasn't and had me slide into the center. She slid in next to
me. Minutes later, a muscular man, dressed in leather pants and an open
leather vest slid in on the other side trapping me.

"Who is your new friend, Sunshine?" he asked. She replied, "This is
slut. She is visiting for the night."

"Is she here to observe or will she be participating?" he continued.

"That is to be determined," she replied. He asked if we wanted a drink. Eve
looked at me and I nodded. "That would be great," she told him. He slid
back out of the booth and walked toward the door.

"I hope you like Scotch," Eve told me. "He usual brings the good stuff to
impress the ladies."

I just smiled. I felt her hand reach between my legs and slide up my
thigh. "When he returns, if he wants to touch you, let him. I will decide
later if he get anything more."

The mystery man returned with three glasses of Scotch, straight up. It
burned going down, but I needed to calm my nerves. I knew better than to
gulp it, although I wished he had brought shots because it wasn't
satisfying my taste pallet to sip. We chatted, small talk basically, and
eventually as we finished our drinks I felt his hand on my thigh. As I had
been instructed, I made to move to discourage him. You know me enough by
now to know I was happy he was getting down to business. I envisioned this
excursion as another hall pass since I was not formally serving Eve. I was
happy to play the role of her submissive for her friends, but I intended to
enjoy myself thoroughly. Plus Scotch guy was a hottie.

Eventually the guy's hand did complete his trip up my thigh to discover my
pussy was available and ready for action. We continued to talk while he
lazily rubbed my kitty kat. Eve didn't seem that enthused with him, though,
and when he asked if we wanted another round she dismissed him with a maybe
later. He didn't seem upset, removed his hand and left our booth.

"I've played with him before," she told me. "He always cums too fast. Good
for a nightcap on the way out, perhaps, but not what you want as a main
course. Fortunately he knows his place with me and doesn't give me any
grief about it."

I was content to sit and wait for whatever or whomever Eve decided was
better for us. The club got a little busier and another couple joined
us. They were married and lived an open Dom/sub relationship. From the
conversation, I could tell Eve had played with them before. The husband was
the Dom and apparently Eve was the first woman the wife had been with when
they first found the lifestyle. I was surprised that the woman seemed older
than her husband. Music had begun to play. It was an industrial dance
beat. Loud, but no too loud to overwhelm our conversation, I noticed some
people had started dancing. A few minutes later a woman was escorted to the
stage by a guy I assume was her Dom and she started a sexy bump and grind
and swinging on the pole. She didn't have the polish of a professional
stripper, but she kept my attention until Eve suggested I dance with our
new friends. I love to dance so that sounded good to me.

There were a couple single women dancing with each other, one other couple
and the three of us. If I had to describe the style, it was decidedly
sexual as everyone was basically grinding on each other. It didn't take
long for the husband to end up behind me, holding me firmly with his arms
wrapped around me. I didn't mind as long as his wife didn't. I could feel
his cock stiffen and press against my ass. He felt, shall we say, manly and
I hoped to get a more intimate encounter with his shaft soon. His wife was
swaying in front of me and as I ground my ass back against her husband, she
began to kiss me and then unbutton my blouse.

There were far fewer people in this room than the number of cars in the
parking lot suggested were here so I assumed there were other rooms for
naked fun time. But nobody seemed concerned that she was exposing my
breasts in a public room either. I glanced at the stage and that woman had
stripped down to a thong so I guessed at least toplessness was tolerated in
the social room. Once she had me exposed, she stopped dancing (if you can
call what we were doing dancing) and took my left nipple into her
mouth. Needless to say, I was a happy camper.

She gave attention, with her mouth, to both my nipples. I was in
heaven. His strong arms gave me a feeling of security while her mouth,
well, you know how much I love getting my nipples sucked. This dance of
arousal continued for a few minutes. The woman on the stage disappeared,
probably to some back room I theorized after suitably turning on her
partner. I expected that would be where we would be heading as well. I
couldn't have been more wrong.

The wife stopped sucking my nipples and put her hand under my skirt. She
wasn't shy. She went right for my pussy and quickly inserted her finger. My
lack of movement to stop her signaled my consent. I looked over toward Eve
and she nodded. It was at this point I noticed two feet wearing high heels
under our table. She apparently didn't waste any time replacing me. I
turned back to the woman who was slowly finger fucking me. I saw her
nod. Her husband then released me and in a well-practiced move, her free
hand went around my neck as she pulled me into another passionate kiss. I
was held there by lust more than force. I had no desire to pull back from
either her lips or her finger. Moments later I felt her husband raising the
back of my skirt.

"Spread your legs a bit, babe," he whispered in my ear. I knew that meant
he intended to fuck me right there on the dance floor. I didn't have to
spread for his wife to do more to me so obviously he wanted more room to
take me from behind. I moaned into his wife's mouth and acquiesced to his
command. I felt his cock between my legs. His wife never broke our make-out
session, but in another well-practiced move, pulled her finger out of my
pussy and grabbed his cock guiding him home inside of me. Once buried, he
reached around and grabbed not me, but his wife, pulling the three of us
together in a mass of aroused flesh.

The angle on his penetration meant he had to go slowly. That he couldn't
fuck me too hard or he would have popped right out. But it didn't
matter. We were pressed together, but that didn't prevent his wife from
kissing me again. Our breasts were mashed together doing wonderful things
to my nipples. I wasn't getting the clitoral stimulation I needed, but the
insane nature of having sex on the dance floor with two strangers was
almost as good. Slowly, but consistently, he slid his cock in and out of my
pussy, while he wife and I French kissed. I couldn't look back at Eve, but
I imagined her enjoying every lurid moment of my performance, even as she
had her own needs tended to once again.

Surprisingly other club members did not surround us. My experiences at the
theater made me assume a new group for round two would form around us. When
my new friend was ready to cum, he pulled out and his wife dropped to her
knees to enjoy his spunk, I looked around and everyone was watching, but
they were also giving us space to enjoy ourselves unencumbered by
interruption. The woman was gone from under Eve's table and I returned to
the booth, sliding in next to her. Eve immediately put her fingers on my
pussy.

"So did you cum?" she asked me. I shook my head. She could easily correct
that if she wanted.

Instead another couple appeared next to our booth inquiring of Sunshine who
her new friend (me) was. A second introduction as "Slut" followed along
with Eve telling them, "She didn't get to cum because she only cums when
she is tied. Do you want to come back to the rope room with us?"

Eve wasn't correct in that assessment, but I certainly wasn't opposed to
going to the rope room, whatever that was. It sounded exciting.

This couple was an older guy with a young blonde companion. She looked
yummy and he was fine so exploring additional rooms sounded like a good
idea to me. Eve removed her fingers from between my legs and we slid out of
the booth. Like the first couple, the second couple was not introduced, but
that didn't prevent me from following them, with Eve at my side, through
another steel door. That passage led to a large room with padding on the
floor and four couples going at it like rabbits. Eve told me it was the
swinging or orgy room. There were some benches around the outside, I
suppose for if you need a rest or wanted to watch, but all the action was
in the center. I paused to look, but Eve tugged my leash and I scampered
behind her.

Another door and then a hallway. Off the hallway were smaller room labeled
"medical, office, classroom, dungeon, wilderness" and the last door,
"bondage." That was the door we opened. There was already a couple using
the room. A busty Dominatrix in head to toe leather had a professional
looking guy bound and laying on the floor. She was teasing his cock with
her boot toe and occasionally her stiletto heel. The room had various
ropes, chains, cuffs, a winch system, a few floggers, a padded bench and a
sex swing. I asked Eve what the difference was in the dungeon and she said
mainly different apparatus more designed for torture. While there was
overlap, the dungeon was more for serious impact play and this room was
more for tying, light impact and fucking your sub. Either option sounded
good to me right now.

The blonde seemed gleeful to see the Dominatrix and her victim. She asked
if she could sit on his face. The Domme seemed amused by her offer and gave
her permission. She took off her skirt. I was not surprised that she was
going commando underneath. She straddled his head and squatted down. The
Domme continued to torment his dick and balls while Eve and my second
anonymous man brought me to the bench. There I was tied.

Gwen, Thomas and Dean had always cuffed me. They had taught me early on
that cuffs could be worn longer and a sub's position could be changed
quicker if they wanted to move her. I never questioned their wisdom on the
matter. Eve's friend, however, was an excellent rigger and soon I was tied
in what could best be described as a rope corset. It ran through my legs
(lovely tease on my clit), around my waste, around the top and bottom of my
breasts framing them just right and finally, around my next. My leather
collar had been exchanged for rope. He even tied rope cuffs that he slipped
around my wrists, although I was not bound at this point.

I was bent over the padded bench and Eve retrieved one of the
floggers. After several firm swats, you will not be surprised that the guy
took off his pants and stood in front of me. I didn't need to be told to
suck him off while Eve continued my flogging. Nor was I told to hold my
position when he popped out of my mouth and walked behind me. Eve knew I
was her play toy for the night and if she OKed him fucking me, then so be
it. He quickly mounted me, my second cock in the last twenty minutes or
so. His blond friend had a shrieking orgasm on the mouth of the male slave
as her friend began to pick up the pace fucking me from behind. Eve sat on
the bench next to me and I saw the blond kneel down in front of her and
begin licking her pussy.

This is how the night went. Eve seemed pleased to share me with her club
friends, but rarely did anything directly to me. We visited all the rooms
and I was fucked in each one. Each them were unique. In the schoolroom,
decorated to look like a high school classroom, I was spanked by the
teacher (lightly) for passing notes in class before he fucked me. His
girlfriend also ate Eve's pussy. That seemed to be the payment for getting
to play with me. The dungeon did have more impact toys than the bondage
room. Eve took advantage of that. She also made me cum by using the riding
crop on my clit. We partied long into the night including a 5am orgy to cap
off the festivities and yes, Mr. Nightcap did get to fuck me, briefly, as
he came quickly as Eve had predicted.

When she returned me to the hotel about 6, I definitely looked worse for
wear. I was wearing her collar again and he marched me into the lobby led
by the leash. But I didn't care. I probably would never be at that hotel
again so fuck it. It was a great night. I was surprised Thomas was already
downstairs for the free breakfast. He just shook his head, although it
wasn't in a negative "what the hell did you do way" it was more of a "why
am I not surprised" way. Eve brought me to him to the surprise and joy of
the other early risers in the breakfast lounge. She handed him my leash as
she unbuckled the collar and then took both.

"I'll talk to my father this afternoon," she said. "Remember our
arrangement."

"We can make that work," Thomas assured her. "Did you girls have fun."

"Yes, but next time I want a full day with her. Bring her back for the
contract signing," Eve commanded. I just smiled. Eve turned and left.

"We need to leave for the airport in an hour," Thomas told me. "You'd
better take a quick shower. At least you don't have much to pack."

He didn't ask anything about what I'd done with any of the kids and didn't
seem concerned that my behavior may have screwed up the negotiations. He
just dismissed me for my usual post craziness walk of shame. But I was used
to that by now. I headed for the elevator and the warm water of my shower.

Heading back to the airport and on the flight back to Chicago, we talked
business, but not much. It was a pretty quiet trip. We were convinced we
had done all we could. Thomas got to enjoy the pleasures of Eve and her
girlfriend as a bribe to helping her steal the family company away from her
brothers. Well steal control at least, they wouldn't be left out
monetarily, I did the harder work, although very pleasurable, of making
sure Eve wanted to work with us.

Upon our return home Gwen wanted to hear all the details of the trip
including our play session Thursday night and about how both of us spent
Friday. If she was jealous about Thomas playing with two young hotties
without her, she didn't show it. Gwen told us she was going clubbing again
that night, but didn't invite me. I was disappointed. I got the impression
she was tiring of me. Thomas said he was just going to stay in. I hoped
that meant he would play with me, but early on in the evening I could tell
that wasn't his plan. Bruce too was gone so I was left to my own devices. I
called Tiffany to see if I could schedule a massage for later that
night. My motives were far from pure. I really just wanted to get my freak
on with her. Fortunately she wasn't busy and fortunately her needs that
night were in tune with mine. After our last encounter, she and Katherine
had given up the pretense of doing massage therapy and were exploring a
BDSM together. Neither was really dominant so they took turns. I wasn't
really dominant either, but like at our first encounter, I enjoyed
pretending I was and having both of them serve me. Technically I didn't
have permission to play with them, but part of me was growing defiant after
St. Louis and I wanted to earn a punishment from Mistress Gwen.

Sunday was a day of rest and recovery in preparation of the start of the
workweek. I assumed Dean and Liz would have me for lunch on Monday and we
should hear back from the Anders. I was also excited because our new office
space was supposed to be ready for us.

I walked into work striding with renewed purpose. I may have been the
office slut, but I was confident I had also landed a huge client and that
our new women run venture would bring additional successes. Our new offices
were now complete and I took the first couple of hours moving my stuff down
to my new, large corner office. At 11, Thomas called to tell me we had
gotten Anders. That meant a lot of billable hours starting in a few
weeks. He told me the partners wanted to celebrate after the office cleared
out. I knew what that meant. At 11:30 Liz called to tell me she and Dean
were headed down to see my new space and that I was to be naked and ready
for them. I immediately stripped, sat on my couch and spread my legs. I
didn't need to masturbate to make sure I was wet and ready. That happened
automatically whenever I heard a voice telling me to prepare.

Dean and Liz wanted to christen my new office. Liz ate my pussy as a way of
saying congratulations to landing Anders. After I came, she turned her
attention to Dean, sucking him off to prepare him to fuck me. Akio had not
arrived at the office yet, so we fucked with me lying on her desk. Although
we were alone, we didn't fuck on the receptionist desk since we would be
visible through the plate glass windows that fronted our space. It was a
frenzied encounter that I quite enjoyed, although I didn't cum again before
Dean pulled out and shot his load into the waiting mouth of Liz. The two of
them left and I spent the afternoon beginning work on Anders, although I
also daydreamed about visiting Eve again and about what might happen at the
late afternoon meeting. I had delicious, squishy thoughts all afternoon,
although I resisted the impulse to masturbate.

Thomas called the meeting to order at 5:40. In attendance were me, Liz (to
take notes), the partners and Mike. Thomas recapped the business side of
our trip leaving out our nighttime activities. Everyone cheered. Thomas
announced I would be taking the lead with Mike being my second. He also
told the partners they would be monitoring the situation as we progressed
as a double check to our work. That's a standard practice so I didn't
interpret it as saying he didn't have confidence in me to fly solo. By 6pm
business was done and Thomas said it was time to celebrate. I admit, I was
a bit surprised when Mike was not asked to leave, but heck, the more the
merrier.

I was told to strip and lay on the conference table. Almost immediately a
mass of hands was touching my body. Massaging my neck, squeezing my
breasts, toying with my nipples, running up and down my inner thigh and of
course diddling my clit and finger fucking me were all on the agenda. With
five guys to satisfy, I knew I was in for a long, memorable event. Oh, and
I almost forgot Liz. I didn't know if she was there to help me with the
guys or was going to be another person I had to please, but her presence
was welcome either way.

The foreplay of being molested by four guys (Thomas and Liz were not
participating yet) had me purring like a kitten. I noticed Thomas leave the
conference room. I was still just laying back enjoying 40 dancing fingers
on my flesh. Thomas returned a few minutes later with a set of
handcuffs. He helped me up and off the desk to my feet. My skin felt tingly
after being touched. Usually Thomas prefers leather cuffs, but today he had
chrome. I guess he was in a hurry because handcuffs were certainly easier
to snap around my wrists. Once that was done, he told Liz to strip and get
on the table.

She took a similar position to what I had done, although they positioned
her closer to the edge. Then I was helped back up onto the table and told
to lick her pussy. As I moved into position, my arms bent back providing
little balance or leverage, I saw Steve sliding his erect cock into her
mouth. With my ass high in the air and my face in her pussy, I hoped
someone would play with me. For the time being, that didn't happen as they
watched me and took turns being serviced by Liz's talented mouth. I knew
the guys could be generous and share for only so long. Liz had three holes,
but there were five horny guys so hopefully I would get the call to help.

A few minutes into this position, I felt somebody running his fingers over
my pussy. Immediately I dropped my butt trying to capture the digits inside
of me. That didn't work, but it excited me to show my need.

Five minutes later and the guys (and girls) were tired of this teasing
dance. I was roughly pulled off Liz and bent over the table. My heeled
stilettos were touching the floor, but I had to rise up on my tiptoes to do
it.  Almost immediately I was speared from behind my Steve. Liz was moved
into the same position but on the opposite side of the table and mounted by
Tony. I was weird watching her in a mirror position get drilled from behind
at the same time that was happening to me. The guys took turns playing a
perverse version of musical chairs where they would walk around the table,
fuck one of us for a few minutes and then move on. I tried to decide who
would finish first (I bet on Mike) and where he would cum. I bet on Liz. I
thought about once somebody finished, would the remaining four switch to
DPing us? I admit, that sounded fun.

But I was wrong on both counts. Thomas was the first to cum. That surprised
me. He also came deep inside my pussy and not with Liz. I didn't complain,
of course, it just surprised me since I didn't recognize any of the
pre-orgasm signs I usually got from him.

Steve shot a load into Liz shortly thereafter. Mike was behind me now, and
after using the combination of my wetness and our boss' cum to lube up his
cock, rose up and rammed it up my ass. I screamed at the shock, mainly
because he did it without warning or giving me any time to stretch. He
didn't seem to care and truthfully, once he started sawing into me, I
didn't either. At my insistence, he started spanking me while he took my
ass. I couldn't tell if Liz was getting her ass pummeled as well, but she
was certainly enjoying Tony's dick.

Jeff was the odd man out. He stood near, like a sentry standing watch, only
he had his pants off and was stroking his cock patiently waiting his
turn. Mike was first to pop. The tightness of my ass milking a juicy orgasm
from his manhood, he came with a might grunt and expressing, "Oh what an
amazing slut." I took that as a complement.

Jeff quickly took his place and after a few perfunctory thrusts into my
cunt, switched to my ass and continued my spanking. Liz was the next to cum
and her cries of passion triggered Tony and inspired Jeff. My moan track
soon began as I could feel my own orgasm building like a freight
train. When I came, my ass snapped down hard on Jeff's cock and that sent
him over the edge. Once again I was rode hard and became a cum dump. I
couldn't think of a better way to celebrate our business success. At least
I couldn't until Thomas asked if anybody wanted to stick around for round
two?

Liz said she was out because she had to get home to Dean. Mike was out,
although he didn't give a good reason and Steve said he had to get going
too. That left me with Thomas, Jeff and Tony. Just the right number of
cocks for a triple penetration I mused. But I didn't just want them to fuck
me again in the conference room. If there is one thing I learned on my
journey, it's that pushing the envelope makes sex twice a fun. That meant I
wanted to get fucked somewhere else in the office. But where? I'd already
had sex in every office, so that wouldn't be new. Just fucking in the
bullpen where the paralegals and associate lawyers sat didn't seem kinky
enough. Then it hit me.

On the flight back from St. Louis, Thomas has casually mentioned that when
I moved out of my office to go downstairs, he was going to give it to
Julie. She was still an associate level attorney, but he wanted to give her
more responsibility and see if she had the chops to climb the corporate
ladder. I admit, I wondered if that meant Dean would soon be spying on
her. I knew she liked spanking so would she be as easy a target as I had
been? What the goal to transform her into another office slut like Liz and
me? That was unimportant right now beyond a perverse thrill I got thinking
about fucking one last time in my former office. Being bent over her new
desk and orgasming on her couch was exciting. I told the guys to follow me
and we headed to Julie's office. She was still unpacking, but that didn't
slow us down. I dropped to my knees first and sucked all the guys back to
full erection. Then I told them my plan. I wanted them all at once, but
they would take turns. Ass to mouth was fine, but not ass to pussy. I
didn't want the bacteria in my cunt. I told Jeff to sit on the couch and
then I mounted him cowgirl. I gave him a good ride, but not too long, while
I stroked Thomas and Tony to keep them interested.

Then I got up and told Tony to sit down. The guys figured out where this
was going. I climbed aboard Tony's always joyful funstick and bottomed
myself out. He wanted to start fucking immediately, but I slowed him down
enough for Jeff to penetrate my ass. When he slipped in, I told them to
find a rhythm and started bouncing. Thomas walked around the back of the
couch and fed me his cock like an appetizer. Jeff and Tony worked my holes
well, while I kept Thomas hard and ready for relief duty. Not surprisingly
Jeff was the first to warn me that he was going to cum. I told him to pull
out and stand back. He popped out of my ass, complaining that he was going
to cum and wanted to do it inside of me. How often do you hear a guy
complain about that?

I told him to "think about baseball," because I had heard that line in some
movie. Then I told Thomas to switch with Tony. In an erotic Chinese fire
drill, I climbed back onto Thomas, impaling myself on his marvelous dick
while Tony took my ass. I didn't have to tell Jeff what to do. He was
already moving toward the back of the couch. I began sucking as Thomas and
Tony began thrusting. Soon I was rewarded with a mouthful of Jeff's
seed. The scene repeated itself when Tony was ready to spew, only this time
my pussy was empty. And lonely feeling.

You may have noticed I had not cum during this fourway. That's true, but it
was alright. Thomas was in my ass and I gulped down Tony's life giving
juice. All was good in the world. Then Thomas hissed, "You want to really
christen this office, lay on her desk." He's the boss. Who was I to argue?

That is how I found myself on my back on my former desk getting my asshole
reamed. I still didn't cum, but the thought of befouling Julie's desk was
intoxicating. I got close. If Thomas had lasted a few more minutes I
probably would have made it. But when it comes to dick, all good things
must come to an end. Thomas didn't drop me to the floor and cum in my
mouth. Instead he pulled out, told me to move and then shot on the
desktop. He then slumped back into the chair and told me to smear his cum
around the top of the desk. I did as I was told, while wondering what it
would look like when it dried. I actually wrote out "Hi Julie" in a kinky
finger-painting of cum. It was a wonderful extra gift to the woman who had
started me on my journey. But Thomas wasn't done just yet.

Once my artwork was complete, Thomas stood up and told me to sit down in
the chair and to put my feet on the desk with my legs spread. This was a
position I knew well from when this was my office. He then handed me the
phone receiver and told me to masturbate. Talk about naughty. I remember
when the speaker first touched my slick pussy thinking she will never
know. This is amazing. Then I decided my womanly fragrance might linger,
even if it was faint and she wasn't quite sure what it was. That inspired
me to rub the microphone end of the phone hard against my pussy. I didn't
know how long arousal lingered on plastic, but if it did, it would waft up
to her nose. I liked that. I had a vision of Julie, along in her new office
and lost in thought, thinking she was smelled pussy on her phone or able to
make out the faint trace of dried cum on her desk. That was enough to
trigger my own climax. I came loudly, thrashing side to side in Julie's
chair. Later after I calmed down and stood up, I could see the chair was
covered with a sheen of sweat and probably at least one puddle of girl
gum. I also looked at the desk and the cum had already dried to an almost
invisible state. I hung up the phone. By tomorrow this adventure would just
be another notch on my lipstick case of office fucks and a private joke
between me, Thomas, Gwen, Jeff and Tony. Oh and Liz and Dean too as I was
sure I would tell them.

The next morning I told Thomas I wanted to get to the office early so I
didn't ride with him. My real purpose was to make sure nothing showed on
Julie's desk. I wasn't worried about her phone, chair or couch. But since I
had written specifically to her, I wanted to be sure she didn't know. I
stopped at one of the home improvement big box stores and found a battery
operated black light flashlight. I had always wanted one for when I
travelled to check out the cleanliness of hotels. But for now it was to
check out Julie's office. I had to sneak in past a couple other early
birds, but I managed to get into her office undetected. A scan of the couch
showed a lot of organic matter from my adventures on it, but no signs of
the pincushion that went on without the light. Next was the chair. It was
much the same as the couch, although one bright spot did fluoresce right
where my pussy had been. I must have leaked some juice. The same could be
said for the phone. It lit up like a Christmas tree when the UV light hit
it. Both ends of the receiver had definitely been used and it wasn't the
kind of use that making a call would create. I took a sniff, but didn't
smell myself. Oh well. Finally I looked at the desk. Under the regular
fluorescent lights of the office the desk appeared to have a haze as if the
cleaning polish had not been fully wiped off. It looked like the work of a
sloppy cleaning crew. But when I hit it with the UV, that was another
story. It matched the phone and the words "Hi Julie," were clearly visible.

I was tempted to wipe it off, but fuck it. I had no doubt she was being
groomed for more intimate work for the firm so if she can't take a bit of
cum on her desk, she would never make it. I snuck back out of the office
and went downstairs to my new digs.

Akio arrived soon after. We had not landed any of our own clients yet so
she had a couple of cases from upstairs to work on. I only had the Anders
case at the time, so I busied myself working on that and figuring out how
to use Mike. About 9:30 the door opened. I looked out of my office door,
angled so I could see the front door, and noticed Gwen standing there. That
would not be a surprise, although she didn't visit the office often. I
hoped she had been in the neighborhood when the need to come and overtaken
her. Or that now was the time she was going to tell me Akio was secretly a
Domme too and that is how they met. That probably wouldn't have been a
surprise either, due to the way she carried herself. But surprised I was.

As Gwen walked into my office, pixie and formerly innocent Beth was right
behind her. Well three paces behind her anyway. Her eye were downcast on
the floor following Mistress' feet. I knew that look. She had been plucked.

Mistress explained that Beth had returned after her eye opening drunken
night. She had agreed to Mistress' training plan, sober this time, and had
been working very hard during the daytime to immerse her life into our
Domme/sub lifestyle. I was shocked. Not that she chose to submit. The real
shock would have been if she didn't. No the shock was that Gwen had not
mentioned it and that I had not picked up on any of the signals.

"Beth has been practicing very hard to improve her oral skills," Mistress
told me. Beth looked embarrassed, but didn't move away. "I figured a
celebratory orgasms would be a good office warming present. Susan, take of
your skirt and enjoy yourself. I'm going to say hi to Akio."

And just like that, the young Beth dropped to the floor and crawled behind
my desk. She was a fast learner. She also was more skilled than I felt I
had been at this stage of her training. Akio and I had never talked about
sex, but now I was sure she could hear my moans through our shared office
wall. I had planned on staying professional with her until I found out if
her friendship with Gwen was anything more than platonic, but now she would
know that I could be reduced to a quivering mess my the tongue of a young
girl. A girl that was determined to show that she was better at giving head
than I was and a girl I was sure was trying to supplant me in Mistress'
heart. I couldn't let that happen, but at that moment, I couldn't help
myself either.

My shriek of orgasm was very real. I'd like to say I faked it to avoid
admitting to myself that Beth had skills. But that would be a discussion
for a different time. At the moment I was cumming and cumming hard. Beth
stopped licking me when I began to calm down. She had a glazed donut look
on her face and was beaming with pride. She made no attempt to get herself
off nor did she make any snide comments. She was just happy to have
provided a quality service. When Gwen returned, she told me Beth was going
to be the firm's new secretary. She left no room for discussion, but I was
furious. Even Gwen's promise that Beth would service me whenever I felt the
need did not displace my anger. But I said nothing. As they left I heard
Akio congratulate Beth on being hired, but I was plotting to find some
reason to fire her.

It turned out my apprehension about having Beth around was unfounded. She
was raw from an experience standpoint, both in office work and between my
legs, but she tried hard and was learning. As we earned our first few
clients, she was very friendly and outgoing toward them. She also made me
cum at least once a day, which I admit was a very good way to improve her
value to our young firm. Akio knew what was going on, but remained
professional and didn't interfere.

Akio was handling a couple of divorce cases we had signed up. I was still
working on Anders, although Mike was doing most of the work and I was
spending the majority of my days fucking the partners and occasionally
Dean. I rarely was in court by this time so I was almost always dressed
slutty, although I did keep a couple professional outfits in my office just
in case. I was wearing the Bluetooth vibe all the time. Each of the
partners had access to the app and they each had a specific pattern they
could trigger that meant come to their office. Not a day went by that I
didn't get fucked by at least one partner and at sometime during the week I
usually had a client meeting that ended with the same thing. While I was
disappointed that our women's business was growing slower than I had hoped
(it was still growing but slowly) I was getting all the sex I could
handle. I also bought a Bluetooth vibe for Beth so I could torment her as
she sat at our front desk. I could see her squirm when I turned it on. I
got great satisfaction from that. I taught her a secret pattern as well
that told her to get into my office pronto and make me cum.

Life was good. At night Gwen, Thomas and Bruce still tended to my need to
serve. Beth wasn't around often, but we did play together some. By playing
together I mostly mean we were both service Gwen and Thomas or being bound
together and punished. We all went to the theater together and she had her
first gangbang. I visited Tiffany as often as I could for some very happy
ending massages and occasionally we added Katherine. Finally our women's
firm was growing to the point of thinking about adding an associate lawyer
and a dedicated paralegal. Anders went public and we went to St. Louis
where Eve kept me occupied for two days. Not a lot of legal work got done,
but I did. I served her faithfully at her house and we spent another great
night at the club. Then my world came crashing down in the form of
Mrs. Sandra Forest.

You probably don't know the name and she prefers it that way. But in the
business community, she is well known and has the reputation as a
shark. She was 52 years old by this point, married four times, divorced
twice and widowed once. She held the mantra of not caring if people knew
she slept her way to the top as long as she didn't sleep her way to the
middle. She had been a trophy wife twice including her dearly departed
husband of two years who left her a sizable company. Through shrewd
business dealings and contacts, she had parlayed her alimonies and
inheritance into a sizable business empire. From there, she joined several
boards of directors because she was a killer and everybody knew she had the
brains to help their companies. The biography on Forbes told me as much,
although in nicer language.

It turned out she had taken a trophy husband for number four. She was still
attractive, but time had started to catch up on her. Apparently her boy toy
wasn't satisfying her needs any more and she wanted to trade him in. She
had been smart enough to get a pre-nup, but the guy wanted alimony in
addition to the straight payoff the contract promised him. I was still
unsure of how she ended up in my office. We have a reputation in town
upstairs, but certainly not the kind of reputation downstairs that would
garner such a high caliber client. I was working on presenting our value
proposition to her and why we should represent her when my vibrator turned
on. The problem was it didn't turn off. It wasn't a signal from one of the
partners. Someone had decided now was a good time to play with me.

The buzzing in my panties distracted me, but I tried to carry on the
meeting. In my mind I was doing ok, but then the vibe started cycling on
and off in short bursts. That was tough. When it was constantly on I could
try to block the sensations. When it turned on and off frequently and at
various intervals, I kept getting caught off guard. Ms. Forest noticed and
asked if I was OK. I said I was but that I thought I might have food
poisoning or something and it was throwing me off. She nodded, but I don't
think she believed me. My nipples were their usual stiff selves and I knew
my face was turning flush. Ms. Forest continued talking and it was clear
our conversation was not about to end. I had to do something. I tried to
discretely pick up my phone and turn off the Bluetooth so the vibe would
stop. I pretended that I had received a text message.

Temporarily relieved, I returned to the conversation. But I had a new
problem. The vibe had worked it's magic and I really needed some sexual
relief. Beth was up front, but I couldn't exactly have her service me in
front of Ms. Forest. I could jill myself in my private bathroom, but then
Ms. Forest might hear me. I determined the best course of action was a
quick finger session in the bathroom that started my office demise. I
excused myself and promised a swift return. I told Ms. Forest I would have
Beth fetch coffee if she wanted and she agreed.

Alone in the bathroom I removed the offending toy and began rubbing my
clit. I was very aroused by being buzzed in front of a titan of local
business and trying to appear normal. I knew I could sneak out a quickie in
just a couple of minutes. The problem with this plan is that when I cum too
fast and don't give my climax enough time to build organically, I always
want another one. And fast. But I figured our meeting would be over soon
and then I could have Beth service me properly and that would solve me
problem. It was a good plan. But it didn't work out too well.

Upon my return, temporarily satisfied, to my office I sat down again. I had
left my phone on my desk when I went to masturbate. That was intentional
because I didn't want Ms. Forest to think I was ducking out on her to take
a call. I picked it up to verify that the Bluetooth was still off. Happy
that it was and that I would be safe to finish our initial consultation; I
breathed a sigh of relief. Then the vibe started buzzing again. This time
however, it was power cycling from slow to fast to slow to fast, over and
over again. It was impossible to ignore. I gripped the armrests of my chair
and gritted my teeth.

"Oh no, some more distress my dear?" Ms. Forest asked. It was then I got
the sense that she knew what was happening. When she tapped her phone and
the buzzing stopped, I knew she not only knew what was happening, but was
now controlling the vibe. Another tap of her graceful finger with the long
red nails and the vibe sprung to life again.

"Bu, bu, but how?" I mumbled incoherently.

"This is one of my favorite toys," she told me. "I recognized its affects
earlier. When you went to the bathroom, I paired my phone with it. Who was
controlling you earlier?"

I didn't want to tell her, but a couple of taps on her screen and her own
personal custom pattern of torment transmitted to the vibe had me panting
in need. I told her my story. Not every detail. That would take too long
and I was already desperate for her to make me cum. But enough detail and I
didn't hide the fact that I was the fucktoy of the office upstairs. I even
told her how Beth was being groomed as a new company submissive. That
seemed to please her. I begged her to leave the vibe on high and let me
cum.

"Bring her in here and have her pleasure me. If she is good, I may let you
cum."

And that is how this meeting officially became the weirdest one I'd ever
had. I mean I certainly was never surprised when the guys wanted to fuck
me. I'm hot, tight and I love being used and degraded. What else could they
want? But this was different. Ms. Forest moved to my couch and hitched up
her skirt. Beth was between her thighs. At first she didn't remove her
panties. Ms. Forest wanted to prolong the experience so she had Beth
licking through the thin material. I was sitting on my desk. My skirt had
been removed as was my blouse. My legs were spread and Ms. Forest kept
issuing commands to my vibe to keep me on simmer. She graciously allowed me
to play with my nipples.

I have a love hate relationship with being teased like this. I hate when I
am told to stimulate myself, but am not allowed to cum. On the other hand,
I love the intensity of my eventual orgasm after I have been marinated in
my own juices for a while. Watching the beautiful Beth on her knees wasn't
helping either. I tried to think of other things besides having Beth
between my legs in an effort to hold back my own climax.

Ms. Forest took her time with Beth enjoying the power she held over both of
us. She had the well-practiced flow of a Domme working her submissives,
even though technically we were not hers. At least not outside of the hour
we spent in my office. Eventually she came and I prayed that meant I would
be allowed to cum as well. She told me to stand and take off the vibe. Then
she told me to sit next to her on the couch and instructed Beth to finish
me off. Beth immediately moved between my legs like I knew she would. She
was definitely coming into her own as a submissive.

Ms. Forest began talking about her divorce proceedings again, but I wasn't
listening. I was too high and Beth's tongue was too skilled. When
Ms. Forest slapped my face, it snapped me back into reality and I looked at
her. "If you want my business, I will require you and Beth to spend
Saturday at my horse farm up on the border. Take the early Metra (the
commuter rail) up to Zion. You will wear short summer dresses with nothing
else. Just bring enough money for the train tickets. One of my attendants
will pick you up. Do you understand?"

I did understand.  Now that she knew we were submissive, she wanted to use
us for a day and was bartering with hiring my legal services. I hesitated,
but not because a day of sexual festivities away from the city didn't sound
wonderful, but because I could not make my own arrangements. I would have
to clear it with Thomas and Gwen, especially since Ms. Forest wanted Beth
as well. She understood when I told her that.

"Hand me your phone," she told me. That required me getting up off the
couch and away from Beth's tongue. While I was walking to my desk to
retrieve my phone, she told Beth to rise and to sit on her lap. When I
turned, phone in hand and arm outstretched to hand it to her, I saw Beth,
her back resting against Ms. Forest's chest and her arms up and around her
neck. Ms. Forest was vigorously rubbing Beth's pussy. Beth was mewing.

"Hand me your phone and put your vibe back on," she told me. I followed her
instructions.

With her right hand busy in Beth's crotch, she punched some buttons on my
phone and I heard her phone chirp. "I sent myself a text so I have your
number. I will send you instructions later and will talk to your Master and
Mistress to make the arrangements."

She then punched some more digits and I felt the vibe spring to life once
again, although this time it was just barely moving. She then tossed me my
phone back and grabbed her own. I few more touches and the vibe began
changing its pattern.

"I synced your vibe with my phone. If you ever feel it buzz the S-O-S
signal (I watcher her press a key and the vibe immediately started
thrilling me with Morse Code) that is your signal to call me as soon as you
can."

That was the end of our conversation and the vibe turned off. She left me
hanging while she continued to work on Beth. I could tell from experience
that Beth would soon climax. I supposed Ms. Forest was punishing me because
I had not immediately agreed to visit her on Saturday. I was happy for Beth
because she certainly had earned her orgasm and she had a good one. But I
was disappointed for me. The saving grace was one of the partners hopefully
would want to fuck that afternoon.

As it turns out, Ms. Forest wasn't completely heartless. As she left, she
turned the slow to fast cycle back on for the vibe, although she warned me
not to cum. I figured she had a plan. Ten minutes later, my struggle to
avoid cumming was nearing its end. By this point in my training I was
pretty good about avoiding unsanctioned orgasms, but the constant buzz of
the vibrator was stretching my abilities. Fortunately I felt the familiar
S-O-S tapping on my clit. Immediately I picked my cell phone and dialed her
number.

"I'm going to turn the vibe on high," she told me. "Connect with me on
Facetime so I can watch you cum."

That was a simple request to fulfill and two minutes later I enjoyed a
wild, screaming orgasm. I was still coming down from my climax high when
she reminded me of what she expected on Saturday. She said she expected an
answer tonight, because if I couldn't attend, she would have to make other
arrangements. That sounded a bit ominous, but I just nodded. Then the
screen went dark. I sat slumped in my chair for another ten minutes
recovering. Then I decided to call Gwen and tell her what happened.

Gwen seemed interested in what Ms. Forest had to offer. She explained that
part of sharing a sub was about having the sub learn new things that a
different dominant had to offer. She wasn't saying that one Domme was
better or worse than another, just different. While we talked, my vibe
began to buzz with Thomas' pattern. Carrying my cell phone so the vibe
would stay active and I could continue my call with my Mistress, I walked
up the stairs to the main office. Liz smiled from the reception desk and I
headed to Thomas' office. I knocked and he said to come in. He then told me
I could hang up the phone as Gwen had already texted him my news.

We didn't talk about what Ms. Forest had requested. He just bent me over
his desk and fucked me from behind. He didn't say a word. I don't know if
he was trying to prove to me that I didn't need anybody else as my Dom or
whether he was just horny. Jeff walked in on us, he needed some papers
signed, and I ended up blowing him. Sated, but not for long, I returned to
my office. Half an hour later, my lust fueled by imagining what Ms. Forest
might do to me, Beth was again between my legs. This time though, she would
get to finish what she started.

Saturday morning found Beth and I, suitably attired in thin, short summer
dresses and nothing else besides shoes, taking the CTA train downtown in
order to catch the METRA train north into the farmlands of Illinois. For
those of you who are not familiar with Chicago's mass transit, the CTA
trains are light rail. Collectively they are known as the `L' because many
of the miles of 102 total system length is elevated above grade. You can
see a wide variety of people when taking the L and I certainly felt exposed
sitting in my thin dress and no underwear. I know Beth was nervous too due
to perceived less than desirable co-passengers, although our trip went off
without an issue. The METRA trains are different. These are the longer
distance commuter trains and feature leather bench seats instead of the L's
hard plastic. There is also much less riff-raff and we felt secure
immediately. The ride north was long, but relaxing.

I'd driven past this area when going to Six Flags or up to Summerfest in
Milwaukee, but never stopped to explore it. We stepped off the train near
the end of the line. I didn't expect Ms. Forest to meet us as she had said
she would send a car. At the same time, she had not told us whom to expect
so we just stood on the train platform and waited. There were only a couple
of other passengers on the train so early in the morning. I think the
schedule was mostly to get the train up north for Monday's rush
hour. Therefore if somebody was there to meet us, we would have seen
them. A few minutes after we arrived, a white, non-descript panel van
screeched into the train station.

A young girl, probably Beth's age got out of the driver's door and
apologized for making us wait. She was dressed in riding clothes. Her
jodhpurs stretched tight across her backside. I tended to notice this type
of thing rather quickly these days. They gripped her thin legs leading down
to leather riding boots. Her top was a stretch performance gear long sleeve
blouse. I'd seen ones similar when I shopped. They were designed to wick
away sweat. The also framed her small, but pert and perfectly shaped
breasts. Her hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail. She was a
redhead. All that was missing was a helmet and a riding crop, and she would
be ready for the saddle. She looked delicious. She introduced herself as
Suzanne. That would be easy to remember, I mused. She then beaconed us into
the back of the van.

I didn't understand why we, or at least one of us, couldn't sit up front,
but I went along with her request. Being a panel van, there was no seats in
the back. There was however a mattress on the floor and one wall was
padded. Suzanne climbed in behind us and slid the door closed. She told us
to sit with our backs to the wall. There was dim glow from a single dome
light. Suzanne first told us to hold out our wrists, which she quickly tied
together with rope. Her grace and ease doing this told me she was
experienced beyond her innocent appearance. She started with Beth and once
her wrists were tied, she pulled them over Beth's head and secured the
remaining rope through an i-bolt apparently installed in the van for just
such a purpose. She then tied my wrists in the same fashion and then she
tied our ankles together. I'm sure if we tried we could have stood up, but
neither of us wanted to escape. Despite the fact that we couldn't see out
the front window of the van, Suzanne finished our preparation by
blindfolding us so we wouldn't know where Ms. Forest's estate was
located. That seemed like an unnecessary precaution, as I'm sure I could
have found its location online, but I'm sure she was just following
orders. We rode in silence as she left the train station, our destination
unknown.

We traveled for 15 or 20 minutes. The ride was rough, but not too
uncomfortable. We must have been on back roads because they didn't seem to
be maintained well. As always, being bound turned me on, although so had
the train ride as my mind kept imagining different scenarios. We could have
been 15 miles from the train station or 500 yards. When we stopped, I heard
Suzanne get out, but nobody came to retrieve us for several minutes. Beth
started to freak out a bit at being blindfolded and bound in an unknown
space. Rookies. I just breathed slowly and deeply and waited patiently. The
van started to feel stuffy, but fortunately we didn't wait so long that it
became problematic. I recognized Ms. Forest's voice after the door was
opened. She told us she was pleased we had decided to join her for a fun
day. I would have been more relaxed if I knew her definition of fun. I knew
she had talked extensively with Gwen so I knew I was safe. But beyond that,
I had no expectations other than a kinky adventure.

Our legs were untied first and then our wrists were untied from the van,
but remained bound. Our blindfolds also remained. A tug on my wrist rope
told me to roll forward and I was pulled out of the van. Ms. Forest told me
to stand still and I heard Beth being pulled out of the van as well. The
sun was warm on my flesh.  I had goose bumps of excitement. I felt
Ms. Forest's hands running down my side to the hem of my dress. I was not
surprised when she lifted it to check if I had wore panties, nor was I
surprised when she checked the level of my excitement. Apparently
satisfied, she checked to see if I was wearing a bra by squeezing my
breasts and rubbing my nipples through the thin material. Had she known
Gwen better, she would have known there was no way my Mistress would have
let either of us out of the house dressed in any way inappropriately, that
is to say, how we had been ordered to appear. Satisfied with me, I heard
her examine Beth. I smiled when Beth squealed at the panty inspection. I
was sure Ms. Forest would be satisfied, although it turns out, our dresses
really didn't matter. I heard the ripping of material from my side and a
shocked yell from Beth. As a result I wasn't surprised when my dress was
torn from my body. Had she asked, I would have gladly removed it. It was a
cheap dress, but still, there was something unsettling about having it
hang, tattered from my body. But once it was pulled completely off of me
and I stood naked before her, I felt at ease. The heat of the sun kissed my
body and my tied wrists reminded me why I was there. Another tug of the
rope and we were off. It was a struggle to walk smoothly without the aid of
sight. But our rope leashes led us in the right direction. I could smell
hay and I could hear horses snorting. I felt the ground change from hard
pack to what felt like straw. We stopped. My blindfold was removed and I
found myself in a barn.

"This is where I keep my ponygirls," Ms. Forest announced to us. I looked
at her with a bit of a shock. She was dressed much like Suzanne. The riding
pants were not quite so tight. An extra 30 years of living will do
that. But the look still suited her and unlike Suzanne, she did have a
riding crop attached to her belt. I hoped she didn't just use that on the
four-legged beasts.

I looked around and there were several stalls occupied by horses. There
were also a few that were empty. I also saw two rooms opposite to the
stalls near where we were standing. One appeared to be a regular tack room
with saddles, bridles and the usual assortment of riding gear. I moved
closer to the door and the smell of worn leather filled my nostrils. I took
a deep breath. It was heavenly. Looking into the other room, it appeared
much the same but all the elements were of a smaller, more human
scale. There were also decidedly non-equestrian items such as butt plugs
with long hair tails, fancy headdresses, cuffs, long crops and whips and
even some masks. The saddles looked sized to be put on a human's
back. Thinking back to some of the erotic stories I had read, I knew about
ponygirl and ponyboy training in the abstract, but I never thought I would
meet somebody who was into it, let alone participate in it
myself. Apparently both things were about to change.

Ms. Forest explained that she was throwing a party later in the day and
needed some serving hostesses. That was where Beth and I came in. She also
explained we had a few hours to play before we would have to get ready. I
asked what kind of party she was throwing and not surprisingly she said a
pony party. Apparently she had many friends who besides being into the
equine pursuits with real horses, also enjoyed using their subs that
way. At the party, there would be plenty of pony play and competitions to
determine the best-trained ponies. Ms. Forest wanted to expose us before
hand to make sure we were comfortable with the scene and didn't freak
out. Looking at the plug with the tail, I liked it and hoped I would get to
wear it. Beth was less sure. I still considered her a novice in the
submissive world, although she had learned a lot, but she expressed that
she wasn't sure if she could handle being a pony.

"I had hoped you would try it so you would understand what the ponies were
feeling, but I won't force you. Can you handle being a service girl?"

Implicit in that title, or so I thought, was the promise of sexual pleasing
her guests. At least I hoped it did. Beth I think understood that and said
confidently that wasn't a problem. She clarified that she just didn't think
pony play was right for her. Maybe she thought actual bestiality was
involved. Maybe she had some dark secret that this scene triggered. I don't
know. Ms. Forest asked me if I could handle it. I told her, "I'll try
anything one, twice if it made me cum." She and Beth both laughed.

"Have you ridden a horse before, Beth?" Ms. Forest asked.

"Yes, a few times," she replied. "But I am very much a novice."

"That's OK," came the response from Ms. Forest with a wry smile. "I'll have
Suzanne work with you on some riding skills that may come in handy tonight
while I work with Susan teaching her the fundamentals of the competition
for tonight. That way she can help with the judging too if she is not too
busy with other activities."

I was intrigued by why judging would be involved in sexual play. That made
the party sound interesting. I wished Beth would have participated with me,
but to each their own. Ms. Forest had Suzanne bring in a medium (in my
estimation) sized horse. It was a little older and seemed pretty
gentle. Suzanne then put a thin blanket over its back and retrieved a
special saddle. Suddenly I want to be the jockey instead of the horse. Beth
looked excited too.

The saddle looked normal except for a four-inch dildo that had been grafted
into the center. It wasn't too fat, but I had no doubt it would quite
devastating to the rider. It was a Western saddle so there was a horn on
the front of the pommel. While that was normal, mounted on the front of the
horn was a leather block. As Ms. Forest helped Beth climb onto the horse
and settle the dildo into her pussy, I realized the block extended the horn
so when Beth sat, it would press against her pussy and clit. Immediately I
imagined what would happen when the horse trotted. I had not ridden many
horses growing up. I always remembered hating when the horse would trot and
I would be bounced up and down on the saddle. Somehow I knew Beth would
find that part of her ride the most enjoyable. The rope that bound her
wrists was tied around the saddle horn as if she was a captive in a
spaghetti western. I wondered if that scenario was part of the competition
as well. Having a cowboy catch me and tie me to his horse to bring to jail
was appealing. Being naked, tied to a horse while being fucked and in front
of a bunch of strangers certainly fed my exhibition fantasies. Unlike while
I was at the mall though, the people would know what was happening. My
pussy quivered at the thought.

Unfortunately I only got to see Beth for a moment longer. Suzanne was
leading her away. Already the special saddle was working its magic and Beth
was moaning. I would have loved to watch what came next (I knew it would be
Beth) but I had work to do with Ms. Forest. She explained there were
several aspects of pony play. Some people participated in all of them and
some preferred only doing one. Like everything in the community, there was
room for people to make it what they wanted. She explained that she enjoyed
lead line and buggy, but other people coming to the party would do riding
(hence the tiny saddles, grooming, dressage and one person would make his
pony sleep in a dirty stall all night while he relaxed in the house. I
didn't like the thought of sleeping in a barn overnight, naked in dirty
straw. I was glad Ms. Forest wasn't into that.

The first thing she did was dress me. That was pretty easy, as I wasn't
going to be wearing much. She had me sit and helped me on with a pair of
thigh high leather boots. Obviously no horse would wear these, but I
appreciated that she didn't try to affix horseshoes to me. I mentioned that
and she told me, much to my surprise, that you could buy boots that ended
in a realistic hoof and that used real horseshoes. She told me several of
the more competitive ponies, especially in the grooming competition would
be wearing them. Next was the headdress. This one is hard to describe. It
was a leather skullcap meant to hold my own hair down with integrated ears
that stuck up and a platinum blonde wig in a big ponytail that stuck
straight up about six inches and then dropped flowing on my back. She had
me toss my head and learn to swish it back and forth. She appeared to get
excited when I did that. She told me some owners would have their ponies
grow their hair out and dye it their preferred color so they could achieve
a look without using a wig. That was dedication, I thought.

The cap also had buttons riveted to it where blinders could be attached,
although Ms. Forest said we wouldn't need them unless I got distracted
easily. I thought I heard Beth moan from outside the barn, so if Suzanne
brought her near us, maybe I would since I still really wanted to watch her
ride. Next was a soft halter, essentially a muzzle that wrapped around my
head including a bridle, basically a fancier horse bit gag like I had worn
before and then a thick leather collar with D-rings on all sides. Finally
the rope around my wrists was untied and replaced with my more familiar
leather cuffs. They felt much better to me. I certainly was happy to be
bound by this powerful woman and the rope had begun cutting into my skin,
so I was pleased when she switched to leather. She had me stand, spun me
around and had me bend over with my hands on the bench. I knew what was
next.

"How big of a plug do you take?" she asked me bluntly.

That was a trick question because I had fucked bigger cocks than any of my
plugs, save the one giant one from my training kit. I always thought that
one was a bit of a joke anyway. Not sure how to respond I said, "medium to
medium-large." I wasn't sure if the second size even existed, but soon
after I felt the cool gel of lube being applied to my anus. She didn't need
to give me instructions on how to best relax. I understood the dynamics
already. The plug was bigger than my plug, but not the biggest thing I had
ever had up there. I did grunt a little as she pushed it in and I
stretched, but soon the taper passed my ring and I snapped shut around
it. I was full and happy. And I must admit, the long platinum blonde tail
matching my wig looked great. She had me shake my ass much like I had
shaken my head. It was fun. I didn't know if I would like the rest of pony
play, but the dress up part was certainly exciting. Ms. Forest attached a
long (about 10 feet) leather lead to the front of my halter. She held it
taught in her right hand about a foot from my mouth while the rest was
coiled and held by her left. She also picked up a riding crop. Unlike the
ones I had enjoyed before, this one was at least five feet long. She then
led me out of the barn, across the gravel parking area where the van had
stopped and through a gate in a wood split rail fence that created a
circular paddock about 25 feet in diameter. I watched her lean the crop
against the fence and then she let out a couple feet of slack in my lead
and moved toward the center of the paddock. I was forced to follow along.

"The first thing we teach a new pony is the proper way to walk with your
dominant," she told me. "A pony must match the pace of their handler. The
lead should have a consistent amount of slack."

Ms. Forest began walking. She was standing next to me and held her hand
level to my mouth where the lead was attached to my halter. There was maybe
six inches of slack so it was easy to keep pace with her at first. Then she
started to speed up and slow down. That caused my head to jerk because I
wasn't ready for it.

"You must be careful to notice if your dominant changes speed. In a
competition, the ponies are often led by someone other than their owner to
test their ability and this is one of the usual tricks used to knock a
score down."

She started walking again and I worked hard to keep my pace. It was
difficult with the heel of my boots sinking into the soft ground, but I
think I did pretty well. Ms. Forest, once convinced that I had figured out
how to walk, gave me some slack and moved further to my side. Then she
began working with my on different cues. Forward, back, left, right, halt,
etc were taught to me and I was warned to respond quickly and without
getting excited or pulling on the lead line. I wasn't enjoying pretending
to be a pony as much as I loved being submissive to Ms. Forest and
basically naked outside. I had lost track of Beth, but there were other
people walking around. Some I think were caterers preparing for the party
and some looked like caretakers for the property. None of them seemed to
notice or more properly care, that the woman of the house was teaching a
naked girl how to walk at the end of a leash.

Once satisfied I could follow basic instructions competently, that took
about 20 minutes by the way, Ms. Forest moved in front of me and began to
lead from the front instead of from my side. She let out more slack on my
lead. Now I was instructed to watch her steps closely. We were to match out
strides in distance and in cadence. Basically I was to march in step with
her. Again she would change her pace from time to time to challenge
me. After she taught me how she could lead from the front, she taught me
the partner position. Now she was positioned slightly behind me. If I had
been a real horse she would have been about even with my front
shoulder. She explained that some ponies do their lead work while crawling
so it was important to understand this position.

We worked about half an hour in total on how to do basic lead line. The
plug in my ass kept me focused on the sexual aspect of submitting to
Ms. Forest while the exhibitionist in me imagined what it would be like to
be judged in a competition. She led me back near the gate and wrapped the
lead a couple of times around the fence post. She then walked through the
gate. I could have easily untied the strap, but I intuitively knew a real
pony couldn't, so I stood there waiting. She walked back into the barn and
returned with a silver bowl. Back in the paddock I saw that it was full of
water. She put in on the ground in front of me and told me to drink. I
hesitated.

"I horse will always drink to stay hydrated when they get the chance," she
told me. I knelt down. Using my hands to keep my mane from falling into the
bowl, I pressed my face into the water as best I could. The halter and
bridle made it almost impossible to drink, but I did my best. After I was
finished, I stood back up. Water dripped off my face and down my chest. It
did feel refreshing as I had started to sweat and did feel a little
dirty. Ms. Forest then took a clip she had handing on her belt and used it
to secure my wrists together behind my back.

"We are now going to teach you to trot," she announced while picking up the
crop.

I always hated that when I rode and I doubted I would enjoy it any more
when I was the pony. She led me back to the center of the paddock and let
out about 4 feet of slack. The only thing that excited me about this lesson
was the crop she held in her hands. It was obviously meant to correct any
improper actions and its extra length meant she could generate more
centrifugal force. I liked that.


Ms. Forest now stood in the center of the paddock barking out commands at
me. Instead of walking, I was now high stepping, basically hopping from one
foot to the other. If I didn't keep the proper pace or got off balance, a
swift snap of the crop on my buttocks would inspire me to take corrective
action. Of course, that inspired me to make more mistakes on purpose just
to feel the bite of the crop. I fell a couple of times. The grass and dirt
stuck to my sweaty skin making me a mess. When I crumpled to the ground,
Ms. Forest would pause and place the crop somewhere on my skin indicating I
wasn't to rise until I had permission. She would also take that opportunity
to strike me several times. It was during this part of her training that
she commented on my nipples. They had been hard since before my dress had
been torn off, but Ms. Forest had not commented on them until she ran the
leather strap of the crop over them.


"Somebody likes this doesn't she?"


I knew the question was rhetorical, but I answered, "Yes mam," anyway.


As we continued our trotting exercise, she also commented that she, "loved
the way my tits bounced" as I cantered for her pleasure. I liked her
praise. It made me feel good.


I continued trotting enjoying the kiss of the crop, the plug in my ass and
the feeling of accomplishment from adapting to Ms. Forest's training. She
sensed when I got tired and gave me a break for a few minutes. I also got
down on the ground and attempted to take another drink. She then led me
back to the barn. I saw Beth back from her ride. She was sitting on the
same bench where Ms. Forest had helped me dress. Beth looked worn out from
her horseback encounter. I would have loved to ask her how many times she
had cum on top of that special saddle, but in truth, I wanted to find out
for myself how much fun it was. I hoped I had pleased Ms. Forest enough to
earn that right, but alas she had a different training in mind for me
next. Buggy training.


She told me that buggy training was pretty simple. She unhooked my wrists,
led me to the side of the barn where her buggy was parked and hold me how
to hold the handles attached to the single seat cart. The cart was fairly
ornate, but rolled easily. First she had me make a circle around the
driveway while she followed, crop in hand, giving me instructions. The
basic mechanics were pretty easy, but she wanted to ingrain on me that
being smooth was key. A buggy pony must at all times give a smooth ride,
avoid quick starts and stops and my all means avoid dropping the wheels
into any holes.


The commands (left, right, forward, halt and speed) were much like the lead
line only instead of having a leather strap directing the pony, the rider
used a single tail whip if any corrections were needed. I didn't like
that. I loved the crop, but I'd never been whipped and I didn't think I
wanted to start now. I began by pulling the empty cart.


The cadence wasn't quite a trot. It was more of a race walk, although a
couple of times Ms. Forest had me break into a run. Tough in boots and
tougher when pulling a cart, but I managed. Then we had a short break. I
took the opportunity to drink more water. I still hated getting on the
ground to do this, but with the sun higher in the sky and the hot air
encasing me like a warm blanket, I really was getting thirsty. Then it was
back to training.


I held the cart steady as Ms. Forest again climbed in. She commanded me to
walk and snapped the whip off to my left side. The sound startled me. She
didn't hit me, but I could imagine the pain a flick of her wrist could
impart on my delicate skin.


Pulling the cart was much more difficult with her added weight. I was
thankful she had let me practice without her. This was actual work. We made
a slow loop around the driveway. I noticed Beth had emerged from the barn
by the time we completed our first circuit. She still seemed out of it, but
at least she had rejoined the living. Ms. Forest then instructed me to go
faster. I am in pretty good shape, but I admit this was winding me. Around
and around in circles following the driveway we went. If I slowed down, the
snap of the whip, far to close to me for my comfort, would herald that I
needed to give more effort. I was thankful that she was skilled with the
whip because she actually never hit me. As I was reaching my limit, now
thoroughly drenched with sweat although my nipples were as hard as ever,
she gave the command to slow to a walk. When we returned to the barn she
gave the halt command that I quickly and thankfully obeyed. I then felt her
dismount the cart. She told me to park it on the side of the barn and to
meet us in the tack room. As I pulled the cart for a final time, I watched
her and Beth disappear into the barn. Ms. Forest had her arm around Beth
possessively. I felt jealous.


I returned to find them in the smaller, kinky tack room. Ms. Forest
explained that she wanted us to clean up, take a nap and then she would
prepare us for the party. She still did not detail what our duties would
be, but I was glad pony training was over. My tail looked great, but the
plug had been in long enough and I was ready to have the bit gag out of my
mouth.


Ms. Forest took care to carefully remove my pony attire and place it back
on the shelf. The plug tail was a problem because the lube had dried. She
had me lean over with my hands pressed against the wall and spread my
legs. It took some effort for her to pull the plug and then release it and
let it reseat several times while my asshole stretched again to allow it to
pull out. I felt a sense of relief but also profound emptiness. I expected
her to have me clean it, as a sub should take care of her toys, but instead
she told Beth to, "Make herself useful," and wash the toy. She was given a
bottle of toy wash and was also instructed to brush out the
tail. Ms. Forest then had me sit and helped me take off the boots. Finally
she removed the collar and cuffs. Once again I was naked before her, but
this time I felt much closer to her. I also felt my familiar need to
orgasm, although that would happen much later.


We sat and chatted until Beth returned with the newly cleaned and combed
plug. While Ms. Forest was putting it in its proper place on the shelf, I
heard the sound of another car on the gravel drive. I wondered if this was
the first party guest. I was intrigued to see what a real pony girl or boy
looked like. As we were being led out of the tack room back into the barn,
a tall muscular black man with a shaved head entered. Apparently he had
been the driver of the car. He looked like the sternest Dom I could
imagine. Boy did I misjudge him. He walked past us without saying a word
and then knelt down kissing Ms. Forest's boot. His first words were,
"Mistress, thank you for letting this worthless slave serve you." I was
shocked.


The Goliath rose with his Mistress' blessing and immediately began taking
off his clothes. I must admit, if he were my slave, I would keep him naked
too. It turns out he was an ex-Bears player. I vaguely remember having
heard his name before (I am not a football fan), but would never recognize
him if Ms. Forest had not told me who he was. His body was pure ripped
muscles. I drooled when he took off his shirt. His biceps flexed and his
six-pack rippled. I grew more excited as he began to remove his
pants. Alas, under his pants, while his thighs were the biggest and best
defined I had ever seen, he wore bicycling shorts robbing us of a first had
view of his ass and cock. That's not to say we couldn't estimate the beauty
that lay beneath. That style of shorts is so thin and thigh, we could tell
he was packing a monster and as he turned to fold and place his clothes in
a lock box under the bench, we could tell his ass was as spectacular as the
rest of his body.


"How may I serve you, Mistress," he asked.


"Susan needs a shower, Bull. She worked up a sweat," was the reply.


Mighty man didn't question her or bat an eye and his name suited him
well. He turns to me, wrapped his arms around my waist and as if I weighed
nothing, slung me over his shoulder. Beth and Ms. Forest continued to chat
as I was carried out of the barn and to an area behind where a small
concrete pad had a drain and a hose was attached to a spigot. It was here
he set me down.


"You're not going to give me any trouble, are you?" he asked. I doubted I
could do anything that he couldn't handle, but since he was also a sub, I
felt I could safely play with him.


"I'll give you a blowjob if you want," I told him. I was serious too and to
demonstrate that fact, I got down on my knees. He seemed amused. Through
his shorts I could tell he was packing serious meat. I'd been teased for
hours. I wanted his cock. He pulled the front of his shorts down for a
moment giving me a glimpse of the snake held back by the tight stretch
shorts he wore.


"Is that what you want?" he asked. I nodded my affirmation. He pulled his
shorts down again and fished out his stiffening cock. Even at half-staff it
was bigger than any I imagined having and I literally felt drool escaping
my lips. He lifted it hypnotically and I leaned forward, shut my eyes and
opened my mouth. Then I felt it slam down against my face. When I opened my
eyes, he was tucking it back into his shorts.


"Sorry babe," he said. "Not without the express permission of
Mistress. Usually I am reserved for party guests, but if you beg her nice,
maybe at the end of the night you can have some."


Then he turned on the spigot and started spraying me with very cold well
water. The shock was unbelievable and I screamed. I'm sure that pleased
Ms. Forest. Quickly and efficiently my sweat was washed from my
body. Almost as quick as it began, it was done. I was shivering. My arms
were crossed over my chest in a vain attempt to stay warm. My Adonis
wrapped his strong arms around me pulling me against his body. I've never
felt so safe.


"Let's get to inside to a towel and a warm bed," he reassured
me. Ms. Forest had said Beth and I should grab a nap so I was sure he
wouldn't be tasked with warming me up horizontally, but a girl can dream,
can't she?


We walked around the barn. Ms. Forest and Beth were waiting. "Thank you
Bull," she said. "Please prepare the guest stables for the party and I will
take the girls up to the house."


"Very good, Mistress," he replied while turning and walking away. I did
manage a good long look at his butt before I had to follow Mistress into
the house.


We were led to a guest bedroom. There was a queen size bed that we had to
share. We were told we would be retrieved when it was time to dress. We
were also warned not to masturbate. I didn't think that was fair because
Beth still seemed worn out from her horseback ride while I was just teased
during my pony training. Oh well. I didn't sleep. I was far too excited for
my next adventure to begin. That made it very difficult not to touch
myself. I had to fight that urge. Beth seemed to fall asleep as soon as her
head it the pillow.


I didn't know what time it was, except that it was probably early
afternoon. I think I lay awake staring at the ceiling for about two hours
when Suzanne returned to fetch us. We were taken to the master bathroom
where we were told to tend to our bodily needs and to shower. She would
then give us our clothes. She also told us to be quick about it because the
guests were due within half an hour. Two women getting ready that quick is
a challenge, but what can you do. We both rushed.


The outfit Suzanne laid out for us was not what I expected. Given all the
leather centered on the horse play, I assumed we would be given some kind
of fetish leather gear to attire ourselves. Instead, we got lace. That is
not to say it wasn't a fetish look. It was just softer than I expected. We
were each given an off-white, maybe ivory is a better description of the
color, corset. As I said it was lacy with ruffles at the bottom, but
reinforced on the sides and in the bust. The bra, if you could call it
that, was more of a shelf that went under the breast to hold it up. It
ended just below the nipple so the entire top half of my breasts were
exposed. There was also a pair of shoulder straps to make sure it held by
breasts firmly in place. Suzanne had to help tie the back of the corset and
she did so with great force. It took my breath away as she squeezed it
tight around my abdomen giving me more of an hourglass look than I ever
remember having. The look was blatantly sexual and I was excited to be seen
wearing it. I took a few minutes to adjust to this new garment while she
helped Beth get into hers. I noticed the corset had a snap crotch. We were
not given panties so I could only assume than snap would be getting
unbuckled at some point. At least I hoped it would.


At the bottom of the corset and dangling from under the ruffles were
garters. Garters were always a good sign in my book because that meant
stockings would not be far behind and those made me feel sexy. Mine were
red fishnets. Beth's were neon green. I kind of thought that was a strange
color combination, but whatever. We also got matching fishnet opera gloves
that went well above our elbows and had finger cutouts. I thought our look
was complete when Suzanne handed us platform heel shoes. She explained that
normally Ms. Forest prefers stilettos, but the platform would perform
better in the soft grass while still providing the requisite tightening of
our butts and calves.


As I said, I thought we were done, but there were a couple additional
items. Why I didn't assume we would have cuffs, I don't know. They were
light-weight leather cuffs with thin D-rings. I considered them more of a
fashion cuff than a real bondage cuff. When she gave us a matching leather
choker, I knew they were more for looks instead of function. But that was
fine. They were cute. I knew if anybody wanted us bound there were plenty
of options in the tack room.


Then she handed us each a black top hat. OK, that's weird, but
whatever. They looked kind of silly as we put them on. Way too formal a
choice given our other clothes and really meant for a man. I mean, Bull
would have looked great wearing one, but I thought I looked silly. That was
when Suzanne took from the closet the item that tied the look together. She
handed me a black, sleeveless jacket. It looked like a tuxedo jacket,
complete with tails, except the arms had been removed and the front had
been cut to accentuate the wearer's breasts. It wrapped around my body like
a glove with three snaps over my belly while the top was cut so it went
around my breasts allowing that part of the corset (and my girls) to be
displayed. Similarly it ended above the ruffles on the corset so basically
my tits and pussy were accessible, although my ass was covered down to mid
thigh. Looking in the mirror though, except for the shoes, I loved it. I
asked Suzanne if she would take a picture of us to show our Master and
Mistress and she agreed. Before she snapped the pic with the phone, she had
us switch to proper slut shoes to complete the look.


"Maybe someday Mistress and I can visit you and we call all dress up like
this and party," she said.


I thought back to the neighborhood party and how shocking it would be if we
all dressed up like this to serve drinks and snacks. We put the boring but
safer shoes back on and Suzanne led us down to the kitchen where Ms. Forest
was waiting along with her beefy black friend. She seemed pleased with our
appearance. In fact she walked up to me, pretending to adjust my jacket,
but really playing with my nipples enough to buckle my legs. "Yes, this
outfits suits you," she said. "The two of you will be tasked with keeping
the food available to my guests and serving them drinks. Bull will act as
bartender and Suzanne will make sure everything comes out of the oven on
time. You are also to be available for whatever personal tasks my guests
may require of you. Do you understand?"


I knew what she was talking about, but Beth seemed a little confused. I
watched as Ms. Forest walked over to her. She seemed annoyed that she
needed to clarify herself. "What I mean you dumb slut," Ms. Forest scolded
Beth, "is that you don't refuse a request from a guest."


With that statement complete, I watched Ms. Forest unsnap the crotch of
Beth's corset and quickly slide two fingers into her pussy. She then
started to finger fuck her, but not too hard.


"If somebody wants to play with your pussy, you let them." I watched as
Ms. Forest pulled her fingers out and pushed them into Beth's mouth. "If
someone wants to play with this tits or your nipples (she now pulled her
fingers back and began to pinch Beth's nipples) you let them. If they want
a blowjob or to have you eat their pussy, you drop to your knees. Got it?"


"Yes mam," Beth replied. "But what about fucking?"


I decided to answer that one, "The guests have a choice of holes, right?"


"Correct. Very good," Ms. Forest answered. "Fucking usually doesn't happen
right away because everyone will be focused on the competition. But a
dominant may want you to get off their sub before they compete so they can
focus. Not everyone uses that tactic. Some prefer their ponies to be
sexually charged so they will withhold orgasm until the end of the
party. Some of my guests may just take a liking to you, especially the way
both of you look, and may just want to fuck. Of course, they also like the
usual BDSM pursuits, but I know you will do fine and make me proud."


With that last word of encouragement, we were handing a small silver tray
and sent on our way.


Several guests had arrived already (4 or 5 couples) and I saw more cars
pulling in the driveway. With my limited first hand experience of pony
play, it was interesting to see how people who were very serious about it
approached the competition differently than my limited session with
Ms. Forest. Dominants had their ponies warming up. Some were in full
costumes already that were much more elaborate than the plain halter,
headdress and tail I wore, and some were just naked. Women and men were in
the paddock stretching, doing jumping jacks and a kind of short wind
sprint. As the guests arrived, the paddock got very full. Then one by one,
the ponies would leave to join their handler. The naked ones headed to the
barn, I assume to dress, while the ones ready for the competition took the
opportunity to talk to me, feel up my body (thank you very much) and
request drinks and food.


I really don't know why Ms. Forest bothered to have button crotch corsets
for us. The first guy I talked to unbuttoned it and I didn't bother to fix
it. He gave my pussy a quick rub while pretending to think about what drink
order to place. His pony was a stunning blonde. As I had been warned, she
wasn't wearing a wig. Her beautiful mane was hers alone. I speculated how
long it took to grow and groom to look so perfect. She was not allowed a
drink until after the competition. I wondered if she was also denied sexual
pleasure before the contest as well or if she was one who performed better
after an orgasm. I would have liked to found out and helped if it was the
latter, but unfortunately when returning with his drink, I was not asked
for a more personalized service.


I had taken a second drink order during that circuit of the paddock and
headed back to the bar. That couple both got drinks and it was the woman
who wanted to touch my pussy. She was pretty giggly and I got the sense
they were here more to party, although they obviously had spent some
serious coin on costuming. She told her man than I "was a cutie" and that
she "wished she could take" me home. She was pretty hot and so was he so I
admit I wouldn't have minded. He told her that maybe we could play later. I
liked the sound of that and I told them as much. But I also had other
guests to serve so I told them I would find them in a bit.


Couple three was another serious contender, only the guy was the pony. He
looked fairly erect in his shorts and his Domme ordered me to my knees to
cure that condition. That was certainly a pleasure. I'd wanted cock for
hours and even if he never got near my pussy, it was a start. We gathered a
small crowd and I hoped that would lead to the real party getting
started. I must have pleased his Mistress because after I finished with
him, she ordered me to get her off as well. This made me especially happy
since I know guys love seeing a girl go down on another girl and I hoped
that would inspire one of them to play with me. Although I received a round
of applause when she came, none of the other guys stepped up to fuck me. I
went back to the drink circuit taking orders and running back to the house
to fill them. Each round brought a short fingering, nipple play or some
playful swats on my ass instead of a cash tip. It didn't seem to matter
whether it was a man or woman, they each touched me similarly. Firm, but
not too firm. Nice nipple pinch, tug or twist, but not enough to really
light my fire. Fingerbangs or clit rubs to keep my motor revving above
idle, but not enough to get me off. I couldn't believe none of the guys
wanted to fuck me since several had hard ons, but I only got to suck off
two. I decided teasing the help must be part of the game they played. Then
I glanced toward the other side of the paddock and saw Beth.


I was already jealous that she got to ride the dildo horse and now she was
getting rammed from behind while she leaned over the fence
rail. Seriously. Why does she keep getting fucked and I don't? I mean, I
know she is younger, cuter and innocent looking, but I'm in my prime, look
smoking hot in this outfit and definitely know how to fuck. It was
frustrating. I vented as much when I returned to the house to pick up the
next round. I was doing all the work and she was getting all the glory.


Bull just nodded like he had heard these kind of complaints before. I bet
they happen at every party. He commiserated with me briefly. Some bullshit
about "that's how it goes, sometimes," or some similar nonsense. He could
tell I didn't like his answer. Then he said, "put down your tray." I did
and he moved next to me taking me into his arms once again.


Much like when he had slung me over his shoulder, I just melted to 7his
strength. I expected him to kiss me, but instead he spun me around and
pressed me against the refrigerator. I knew he was submissive too and I
didn't expect this rough treatment, though I certainly didn't mind it. I
acquiesced to he desires not moving and allowing him to position me (and
himself) with no resistance.  He pinned my hands, holding both wrists in
one of his giant paws, above my head and the wrapped his other hand around
my tits while he pressed me into the refrigerator. He pawed at my globes as
he pressed his groin against my ass. Once again I felt his monster cock,
although once again he also kept it in his pants. But he could tell I could
feel it and as I tried in vain to push back against his manhood to signal
my desire, he hissed into my ear, "Later but only if Ms. Forest allows it."
Then a few seconds later, he added, "But don't worry. A hot piece of ass
like you will get plenty of cock before the night is through." Now that was
the kind of assessment I can accept proudly.


Bull was also right. As I returned to the paddock I was summoned to a new
couple. The pony was a knockout with jet-black hair and the kind of body
that make men drool. Her Dom wasn't bad looking, but didn't seem to be in
the same class as her. Her halter was wrapped around the fence rail and she
was bent forward at about a 45-degree angle supporting herself with her
hands on the rail. I stared at her in awe, distracted until he spoke.


"On your knees, service slut," he barked as he pointed to the ground next
to her. The edge in his voice made me tingle. His pony gets to hear that
confidence and authoritarianism every day. Lucky girl. I dropped to the
ground. He unzipped his pants. He then pulled out a very impressive
cock. This was another way his pony was lucky. Suddenly he didn't seem so
ordinary at all. I took him into my mouth and he quickly went from
half-staff to full. I lovingly worshiped his cock. I didn't know if he
intended to fuck me, but at that moment, I was just happy to have him in my
mouth. He continued his instructions for his pony. He was pointing out
other ponies and rating their level of competition for her. He was also
giving her instructions on how to best perform. He had seen these judges
before and knew their styles and what they looked for in a winner. I
listened with interest, but since I could only see his groin, most of his
competitive observations were not practical to me.


He let me slurp him for a few minutes before he pulled his cock free of my
oral confines. I didn't have the sense he was ready to cum so I didn't
prepare for a facial. I was hoping he wanted to fuck, and he did, but
unfortunately he didn't want to fuck me. I had not been released from my
kneeling position, so I got an up close and personal view as he slid his
cock into his pony. I could tell her tail was the plug variety I had worn
(much nicer quality though) and so my pussy clenched in appreciation of how
tight it must feel in her pleasure hole filled with his big dick.


As he began to build a rhythm, I figured out that this woman was one of the
ones Ms. Forest had told me took this scene very seriously. She didn't
moan. She whinnied and grunted. It was also one of the most primal fucks I
had ever witnessed. He hammered her good. But he didn't spank her or reach
under her and rub her clit. The spanking I understand because red cheeks
might not look good to the judges, but I would have thought he would give
her more pleasure with his fingers. Or that he would order me to kneel
underneath her and lick her clit. But neither happened. When she became too
vocal, he warned her not to cum and threatened not to let her cum "for
another month" if she did. I enjoy orgasm denial and edge play up to a
point, but going without orgasm for months at a time would not be
acceptable. I could tell she was struggling. Who wouldn't with both holes
filled to the brim? But I also sensed as a Dom, he probably knew her body
better than she knew it herself and wouldn't push her to failure. Unless
that was their thing.


My powers of deduction must be getting better because less than a minute
later he pulled out. Looking at her gaping pussy, I saw no evidence that he
had cum yet, but I sensed she was relieved that he had stopped. He then
aimed his cock at my mouth again and I got the flavor treat of her
juices. There was a hint of pre-cum taste, but surprisingly little. He let
me clean him for about ten seconds. Again I figured he would cum in my
mouth or on my face, but he delightfully surprised me. He ordered me to
bent to the fence as his pony had and spread my legs. When I did I felt my
tails being lifted and flipped up onto my back. The crotch strap of my
corset was still undone so there was nothing stopping him from taking aim
and sinking mister wonderful deep inside of me. I didn't whinny. I
moaned. He started slamming his cock into me.


I turned to look around and some of the couples were taking notice of our
carnal display, but for the most part, they were busy making their
preparation. It was weird. I wasn't uncomfortable being fucked in front of
them. In fact, I was quite happy to be fucked in front of them because my
body desperately needed this. But having them ignore us was strange. I
didn't expect some big orgy to break out, but at least watching as we put
on this sexy show seemed like it would be the proper response. But those
thoughts quickly passed as I could feel my orgasm growing. But just before
I could get there, I felt his cock swell even bigger before he unleashed a
torrent deep inside my pussy. Usually that would trigger my own orgasm, but
I had not quite reached that peak before he flooded me and as I felt him
soften, so did my own almost climax.


Still I was happy to have fucked, even if it wasn't quite long enough. This
time when I knelt to clean him I tasted my own flavor as well as his
jizz. It was pleasing as always. I could feel his cum leaking out of my
pussy and onto my thighs. I hoped nobody would worry about getting sloppy
seconds. As he tucked himself away and I stood up, I saw Ms. Forest smile
at me. I must have done something right. I then heard her announce it was
time for the competition to begin.


With all the guests moving into a tight circle to listen to the
instructions, I took the opportunity to walk back toward the house. Jizz
leaking from my pussy made me feel all sloshy and nasty. I loved it. I had
lost track of Beth. I had not seen her since I noticed her getting fucked
earlier. For all I knew she was bound in the barn getting gangbanged. But
that wasn't my concern right then. I need Bull and his horse cock and I
needed it now. I found him still tending bar, but basically he was looking
out the window over the yard and monitoring the goings on. There wasn't
anything for him to do at that moment. He had seen me coming and was
preparing to fill my next drink order.


Although last time I saw him he had pinned me to the wall, this time I
didn't wait for him to take charge. Once I got too close for him to react
negatively, I rushed him, pressed myself against his barrel chest, grabbed
his head in my hands and kissed him hard. I think I shocked him a bit
because he didn't resist and moments later I felt his hands wrapping around
my hips and pulling me tighter against him. I pushed my tongue into his
mouth and we played tonsil hockey for several seconds before I broke the
kiss and said, "I know we both have orders, but I need your horse cock
right fucking now!"


He looked at me in disbelief, I think because my aggression seemed out of
character. I wasn't trying to Domme him, but I knew he was a submissive at
heart so I figured maybe if I were tough, he'd give me what I needed. He
started to reply about Ms. Forest's orders, but I stopped him.


"Look Bull," I said. "I need dick and I need it now. You've got the biggest
one here from what I've gathered. Make me your bitch mare. I'll suck you or
do whatever you want, but you have to fuck me at least for a while. Shit. I
don't know if you'll fit, but you can have my ass if you can bust me open
that far. I'll do whatever you want and I won't say a word."


I looked at me and I looked back trying to show a longing in my eyes. Then
he looked out of the window again.


"She'll be busy for about ten minutes. You can have six. Around the world
in six minutes and then you go. That's the deal."


He didn't wait for an answer. He knew the answer would be yes. I would have
done anything at that moment. He took my hand and led me back to the guest
bedroom. He unceremoniously pushed me toward the bed. I stumbled and
bounced off the side. I landed on the floor. He may only be granting me six
minutes, but I knew he wanted a blowjob and a fuck, so I stayed kneeling as
he advanced on me pulling down his bicycle shorts. Damn he had a great
cock. It was the biggest I had seen in real life. He glanced at his watch
and I knew he would be keeping close track of out deadline so I grabbed his
cock with my left hand and carefully wrapped my lips around it. The outside
world ceased to exist, as my entire focus became the magnificent piece of
meat in front of me. I was actually able to wrap both hands around the
shaft and still work the crown with my mouth. I wondered why he didn't pass
out when he got hard from blood loss from his brain. OK, not really, but
his cock really was stunning.


I wasn't 100% how to work it to best stimulate him, but a combination of
hand job, deep throating and licking the tip was well received. After a
couple of minutes he popped himself free and told me to climb onto the bed
on my hands and knees. I questioned my ability to accommodate him, but that
wasn't going to stop me from trying. I was glad he had ordered me into the
doggie position. I always felt this was the most submissive position for
someone and I certainly felt that way with him. He positioned his crown at
the entrance of my pussy and started slowly pushing into me. I implored him
to go faster. "Don't fuck around. We don't have time. Ram that horse dick
into me and fuck me properly!" I screamed.


"Just hold on, white meat," he cooed in a smooth as butter voice. "If I
don't stretch you, you'll tear. Once I'm done, you'll be a black cock slut
like Suzanne and Ms. Forest. Those white boys will not satisfy you."


He wasn't really fucking me yet. He was just slowly pushing his massive
tool into me and my cunt was doing its best to accommodate him. The words
"black cock slut" rang through my brain as he filled me up. I had never
felt so stuffed and he was only half way home. But time was of the essence
and I implored him again to fuck me. He grabbed my hips and held me tight.


"A couple more inches, baby," he said again. He was slow and methodical as
I dilated to accept his girth. Then miraculously he was pulling out. Then
he was sliding it back in. Still way to slowly for my tastes, but at least
he was doing it. His cock hit every nerve ending in my pussy, including my
g-spot. I felt like his was the cock I had been looking for all my
life. Slowly picking up speed he fucked me and even though he wasn't
pounding me, I was still howling. I was making way to much noise for
someone trying to get a little something on the side, but I didn't care. If
having Ms. Forest walk in on us earning a whipping was what it took for him
to really pound me into submission, I was 100% good with that. Alas, he
called out six minutes was up before it seemed like we had even begun. I
begged him for more and I almost cried when he pulled out. Moments before I
had never felt so full (and he wasn't even all the way in) but now I had
never felt so empty. He pulled down my tails, slapped my ass and told me to
get back to work. He didn't even have me clean him off. That was a major
disappointment. I wondered how long it would be until another woman got to
taste my juice and if it were Ms. Forest, would he be busted.


I was kind of pissed that he didn't finish in me or more importantly finish
me period, but I understood his reasoning for stopping. Still, I had no
intention of spending the rest of the party without an orgasm so I hurried
out to the competition hoping somebody else would play with me more
successfully. On my way back toward the paddock, I passed Beth, who was
lying on the ground. Hovering above her was a male pony (I can't call him a
stallion) who was dressed in a full horse body suit. He was on his hands
and knees with his cock sticking out of his costume pointing downward. She
was busy lifting and lowering her head sucking him off. When I had wondered
earlier if any real bestiality went on at this party, that position was
kind of the picture I had in my head. Fortunately I had not seen any
evidence of interspecies erotica. I would have drawn the line there no
matter what any dominant ordered.


Back at the paddock, the lead line competition was winding down. I spotted
another muscular black dominant preparing to send his white pony girl into
the ring. Thinking about how good it felt to have Bull inside of me, and
making the entirely stereotypical assumption that this guy must have a big
cock too, I shamelessly approached them and asked if they wanted to
party. He looked me up and down. I suppose I wasn't the first white girl to
come up to him and offer herself in service. His pony looked nervously at
me, although I don't know if her reluctance was because she didn't like to
share or because she was about to go into the ring. The guy nodded,
apparently liking what he saw.


"We need to compete," he told me. "Maybe after we are done."


I decided to just be honest with him. "I need a big black cock to fuck," I
said proudly.


"That is my pony's reward if she wins. You wouldn't take that away from
her, would you?" he asked, although his tone sounded flirtatious instead of
serious. I was pretty confident that he was already thinking of the
possibilities of having two women serving him. I responded in my own
flirtatious way, although I was deadly serious.


"If she wins, I'll eat her out until she cums while you fuck me."


"That is a tempting offer," he replied. "I'll think about it."


Before I could offer another enticement, the two of them walked into the
paddock. Looking around, I noticed most of the couples were watching
them. I assumed they thought this couple was perhaps the top of the
competition and they wanted to see how they performed. There were a couple
of women giving blowjobs, but the sexual activity seemed to have slowed
down. I looked back toward Beth. Her pony boy had just stood up so I
assumed she had gotten a taste treat in her mouth. She was walking back
toward the ring.


I temporarily stopped circulating asking if anybody needed anything and
watched my new favorite couple work through their routine. The basic moves
were similar to what Ms. Forest had done with me, but this girl was
obviously much more skilled in performance than I. I have to admit, I would
have been laughed out of the ring as a poser compared to her. Ms. Forest
and a couple of her friends were watching intently and taking notes on
clipboards. I made a mental note to ask to see what the judges actually
wrote down, because this woman looked like perfection. Five minutes later,
they were done. I noticed Beth making the rounds as I should have been
doing, but I wanted to see if this couple won and if so, I was going to be
serving them.


The guy seemed upset as he exited the paddock. The lead was taught as he
tugged his pony by the halter to keep up. She was wearing hoof boots. That
made it difficult to match his pace. He grabbed my hand as he passed and
pulled me along (initially it was a single tug but then I went willingly)
as he led her to the barn. I didn't understand why he was upset, but he was
fuming.


"What is wrong sir?" I asked. "I thought she did great."


"You obviously are new to this," he replied. "Her gate was off, her knee
position was short of 90 degrees and her pacing was terrible." He listed
several other faults in his critique. She didn't seem to disagree. I
thought she did fine, but then again, I didn't really know what to look for
when judging her.


"I would have liked to have you pleasure her as a reward, but she needs to
be punished for failing me. I have invested a lot of time in training her
and she apparently had not learned anything."


I looked at her. Her eyes were down looking at the floor, but she didn't
show any particular emotion. He asked me to fetch a long rope.


I watched as he removed the lead from her bridle and then take off her
headdress. "She will have to earn this back if she is to remain in my
service." I hate to admit it, but I thought about taking her place if he
cut her lose. I only had a brief exposure playing with Ms. Forest, but I
could see being a pony becoming a fetish for me. I watched as he expertly
tied her wrists and then casually tossed the rope over the ceiling beam
above us. He then pulled it tight and tied it to a stall railing. She was
standing, but her arms were pulled above her. I'm sure she could have moved
closer to the stall and given herself some slack, but I doubted she would
do that. I'm sure she had faced his wrath before and for all I knew, she
had failed on purpose to earn a punishment. After all, I myself had done so
on several occasions.


I was instructed to kneel in front of her and press my face against her
pussy, but not to lick her. Despite not being I able to use my tongue, I
could smell her potent arousal. I liked that. Then he began to spank
her. With each swat, her pussy pressed against my face. I really liked
that. It was soon apparent that the light stimulation she would get from
rubbing on my face was part of her punishment. He told her, "If you had
done better, this slut's tongue would be deep in your cunt right now."
Instead, I could tell she was trying to maximize her stimulation by
grinding herself on my face while he spanked her. I knew if she got close
to cumming he would tell me to move, so I just let her do it. I rather
enjoyed watching somebody else get teased the way I had been so many times.


After her spanking warmed her up, he switched to a flogger. He concentrated
on her upper back. I was glad to see he avoided hitting near her
kidneys. That showed he was experienced. I was still thinking about the
possibility of serving him if he dumped his pony so I took note of his
style. He didn't flog her ass. I am sure that was not because she was
already sore but to protect my face. I assume he preferred his girl rubbing
herself against me than having a new target.


Once he finished on her back, he moved around her and began flogging her
tits. The lashes were a bit close to my head for my comfort, but his pony
seemed to love it. I could tell from her juice flow the exact moment he
reached her preferred punishment. The copious amount of cunt juice flowing
over my face convinced me she had done poorly in the competition just to
receive this treatment.


When he was finished with her tits, he had me stand and move out of the
way. My own pussy was on fire and I desperately wanted to touch myself. I
was still hoping he would play with me, though, so I didn't. I was afraid
that might upset him because he had not instructed me to pleasure myself. I
watched as he retrieved a single tail whip from the tack room. I had looked
at that whip before. While I admit I was curious, I knew I wasn't ready to
experience it myself. As I stood back and watched him twirl the tail back
and forth, however, I was very ready to watch him use it on her.


The sound was unique. I knew the sound of cracking whip, but when handled
by an expert so it impacts skin at the same time followed by an immediate
scream, it was something I don't think I will ever forget. It was clearly
something I didn't want to experience. An immediate welt formed where he
had struck her ass. I had received welts from the cane, of course, but
these were different. They were much smaller and isolated. As I watch the
skin swell, I also knew they would be more painful and last much longer. My
curiosity turned to revulsion as he gave her ten lashes on each cheek. She
was crying not screaming by this point. If she had thown the competition to
be punished, I think she made a mistake. She would not be sitting for a
while. I was visibly upset, but as he put down the whip, he told me to
touch her pussy. I wanted to tell him to fuck off, untie her and get her to
safety. But as I looked at her face, through the tears I saw her silently
mouth the word, "Please."


I reached out my hand and carefully began to rub her labia. It was engorged
and her juice flow continued at the same pace it had been when she was
flogged. I realized that while the whipping was too extreme for me (if I
did serve him that would have to be a hard limit) that she not only wanted
it, but also got off on it. I was happy for her and I rubbed her a bit
harder in case he ordered a celebratory orgasm for her. Thankfully, he
wasn't quite done punishing her and by thankfully, I mean because her next
penance was to watch me fuck her man instead of getting to do so herself.


So the stereotype isn't 100% true. He didn't have a horse cock like
Bull. But he was plenty thick and long enough that I knew I was in for a
good time. He placed a chair in front of his lady and pulled his pants
down. I quickly was on my knees and sucking him to full hardness. It didn't
take long. He had obviously been excited to punish her. He then ordered me
to stand and spin around so I was facing her. I wasn't surprised when I
felt him hold up my tales with his hands on my hips and guide me down to
impale myself on his cock. I would have been easier to take my jacket off
as I began to bounce up and down on his cock. Truthfully I wish he had. But
there was something erotic about fucking while dressed. Usually I was naked
when some guy filled me up. This felt nastier as if I was just a quickie in
the backseat of a car, in an alley or as we were, in a barn. We had been
away from the group for at least half an hour and Ms. Forest and Beth were
probably wondering where I had gone, but I didn't care. I was getting the
cock I needed and I was pretty sure he was going to last long enough for me
to get the glorious release my body craved.


My new friend my not have been a bull, but he was definitely a stallion. He
cupped my breasts and pinched my nipples as I bounced up and down on his
manhood. His woman had a front row view as his black staff disappeared and
reappeared from my needy cunt. I had no doubt she craved this feeling for
herself and watching me use her man's cock was probably a worse punishment
than the whipping. But I didn't care about her feelings. I had my own needs
to attend to and he was providing a wonderful service. I didn't know how
long he would last or if his plan was even to let me cum, so I began to
furiously rub my clit to get myself off. As I told you before, I knew this
would hasten my climax and it might not be the best, but it was better than
going slow and risking getting nothing.


But I don't think that was stallion's plan. He seemed very happy to let me
use his cock to torment his pony. About five minutes later, with a shriek
and a quiver, my pussy clamped down on his dick and I came. It was good,
but not great. I knew that release would let me focus more on serving other
guests, at least for a while, so I wasn't concerned that I had not had the
big one. I stopped fucking myself as I squeezed his cock and shuddered
leaning against his strong chest. I then felt his hands slowly lifting
me. I thought he wanted me to dismount, perhaps to finish in my mouth or
perhaps to fuck his pony until he came, but then he slowly lowered me
again. He started to lift and lower me slowly and continued to fuck me. If
I had been doing it, a guy would probably complain I was teasing him too
much. But he was doing it to himself.


His pony must have known what he was doing because she started yelling at
him not to cum inside of me. Was it jealousy or did she just want him to
fuck her right then? I'm not sure, but he didn't seem concerned with her
opinion. I stared at her as he continued to slowly fuck me, teasing himself
to the point of explosion. I made sure she knew when I felt him swell deep
inside of me. If this was part of their game, now that I was part of it, I
wanted her to know her Dom used my pussy to get off instead of hers to
humiliate her. As a sub, I know how arousing that humiliation can be. If
she was really jealous and his use of me was indicative of a deep
relationship problem, I am not proud to say, my motivation may have been to
cause a fight between them so I might get my own personal training. As it
turns out, I am pretty confident it was the former not the latter.


He shot an exceptional load deep into my pussy. He grunted, but I cheered
him on with, "That's it baby. Shoot that cum deep inside of me. Fill me
with your seed."


Had she really been jealous, she probably would not have replied, "Who's
going to fuck me now? You better be able to get it up again soon, you
bastard."


I determined all was well in their relationship and he lifted me off his
cock. I figured we were done, but he told me to sit down on the chair as I
felt his cum begin to drip from my well-used pussy. I watched as he untied
his pony's wrist rope lowering her arms from the ceiling. He then commanded
her to "Clean that bitch out." I knew he meant me. I was surprised she
didn't resist, at least a little bit. Instead, she quickly dropped to her
knees and pressed her mouth against my pussy. With her wrists still tied,
he told her she could masturbate if she wanted, but she was not to cum
unless she made me orgasm again first. I didn't need to cum again that
quickly, but I certainly wasn't going to turn down a free climax. I figured
it would be tougher for her to hold back given her punishment and how
aroused she had become, but then again, maybe she would cum to soon and
earn another punishment. I didn't care. I was happy to relax and have her
lick out her Master's cum from my cunt and if I came along the way, so much
better.


She was doing a wonderful job of holding herself back. I could see her
hands moving between her legs. I don't think I could have kept myself from
cumming. But although I am multi-orgasmic, I wasn't reaching
release. That's not to say her tongue didn't feel wonderful, but I kind of
wanted to get back to the party. Fortunately Ms. Forest appeared at the
barn door and provided me an out without sounding like I didn't appreciate
her efforts to pleasure me.


"You've been in here long enough, Susan," she told me. "The other guests
need attention."


I was prepared to stand up and leave, but my new friend surprised me and
gave his pony a simple command to cum now and within seconds, she did. I
had to marvel at her level of self-control. She had properly been holding
back until I came or was commanded to climax and she succeeded. I felt her
tongue press deep into my pussy as her orgasm ripped through her. I wished
I could have cum at that moment to give her a reward and sense of
accomplishment, but alas, I didn't. I returned to the party accompanying
Ms. Forest while my recent playmate lay on the straw of the barn floor
recovering from her climax. I hoped I would see them again soon.


The buggy competition was next and I actually got to participate. Suzanne
was dressed and ready to pull Ms. Forest's cart during the contest, but she
wanted me to do it while she explained the rules and judging criteria. I
felt ridiculous dressed in my Victorian formal service clothes pulling her
cart around the paddock, but I enjoyed being paraded around the assembled
crowd. If anyone had not noticed me previously, they certainly did
now. That fed my ego. The submissive nature also fed my arousal. While
temporarily sated from riding a thick cock, our barn encounter had not
particularly fed my submissive needs as much as my slutty, need to get
fucked needs.


Pulling Ms. Forest around in front of her friends definitely had me feeling
submissive and advertising my availability to her friends was a wonderful
addition to the scene. We made two rounds around the circle before she had
me stop. As I set down the cart, I heard applause from the crowd. It wasn't
a loud applause, but some of them appreciated me. One couple also
approached me and asked if I would accompany them to the guest bedroom. Of
course I agreed to follow them.


Just before we reached the guest bedroom, Beth exited the room with a
different couple in tow. That became the cadence for the rest of the
party. One of us would be in the room doing whatever the couple wanted
while the other was back at the party until chosen for another
rendezvous. Of course the barn was used as well. One Domme wanted me bent
over a stall railing while her sub, again in a horse costume although I
think it was a different guy than I had seen with Beth, fucked my ass. She
also had me thank her by eating her pussy after he busted his nut. Needless
to say it was a crazy party. Unfortunately, with the exception of my black
stallion, I didn't cum during the other encounters. The party didn't last
into the night as you might have expected. The competition completed at
dusk and after a short awards ceremony (my stallion was correct that his
pony made too many mistakes, by the way) the crowd largely left. A few
couples hung out for a parting encounter in the barn, although they didn't
avail themselves of my or Beth's services. I understood that. They probably
didn't get a chance to fuck in a real barn that often. I was tired and
sore, but I certainly was not ready to call it a night. I wanted another
shot at Bull and to have him drill me senseless. Ms. Forest had other
plans.


Since she had given me pony training while Beth rode the special saddle,
she announced that it was now my turn. She did two things differently,
however. She had Suzanne put the saddle that Beth rode onto her horse. She
then picked another horse for me and Suzanne put a saddle with two dildos
on it. One was larger than the first saddle and one was smaller. Clearly it
was a double penetration saddle. My saddle did have the extra clit nub by
the horn.


The other difference was Ms. Forest was going to ride with me and lead
me. She held not only her reins, but mine. Since my wrists were bound
behind my back like Beth's had been, this was good. Unlike Suzanne leading
Beth's horse by foot, however, after a few get to know you steps by the
horses, Ms. Forest instructed them to trot. That was hell. But a glorious
hell.


Because she was feeling most of what I was feeling and apparently had
denied her own needs while her guests were here, she was content to let her
horse fuck her over and over. She changed speeds now and again to match her
own desires, but that would screw me up, as I couldn't time my own orgasm
to match hers. She always seemed to cum just as I was reaching my peak and
then she would slow the horses to a walk. If I had use of my hands to
steady myself, I could have used the horn as leverage to fuck myself. But
bound, I was at the mercy of the half-ton animal beneath me.


Eventually we synced up enough for me to cum, although she had four or five
orgasms first. Of course after my first I only wanted more, but she seemed
to be done so she led me back to the barn. Once again, I had cum, but I
didn't have that massive release I had been craving. Suzanne helped me
dismount then she unbuckled the saddle. I helped her put them away and in
case you are wondering, I did my duty and cleaned them. Ms. Forest was long
gone back to the house as Suzanne tidied up. Then, from the hayloft I heard
the distinct sound of a woman moaning in pleasure. I looked to Suzanne and
she told me it was Beth and Bull. My Bull? I was rather upset and
disappointed, a look that must have been obvious to Suzanne because she
commented that I should join them. I kind of felt weird about that until
Suzanne reached forward and rubbed my clit. "You know you want to," she
said and she was right.


It was strange climbing the ladder to the hayloft uninvited, but neither
Bull nor Beth seemed to mind. Released from his duties serving Ms. Forest,
Bull was able to cut loose and was giving Beth a serious fucking. I could
tell by the look in her eyes that mentally she was gone. I wanted that
feeling for myself. But I would have to wait and hope he had enough stamina
left for both of us.


As it turned out, I didn't have to be concerned. I suppose that is why
Ms. Forest chose him and Suzanne was enamored of him. Not only did he fuck
me into a state of orgasmic bliss after Beth passed out underneath him, he
plowed me into a similar post orgasmic coma before pulling out and shooting
his load onto the two fucked out pieces of meat in the hayloft. I was
semi-conscious as he let loose a torrent of jizz onto both Beth and I, but
I passed out almost immediately after the last hot, sticky, wonderful drops
hit my face and chest. I don't know what time it was, but it was pitched
black outside and I slept through until the sunlight streaming through the
slats of the barn woke me.


Still dressed in my unique outfit, although now sore and covered in dried
cum, I tried to get up to my feet. I was disoriented at first. I was
covered in hay and I couldn't figure out how to get down to the
ground. Beth was similarly displayed, but we eventually found our way back
to the house and a hearty breakfast prepared by Suzanne. Ms. Forest thanked
us for our service and suggested we shower before journeying back to the
city. She was kind enough to provide us clothes, much less suggestive than
the dresses we arrived in and after blindfolding us again, Suzanne drove us
to the train station. She didn't bind us this time, although I certainly
would not have minded.


Hours later we arrived back at Gwen and Thomas' where we had to recount our
entire visit to the country. Gwen spanked us both for enjoying ourselves
too much, although she also fingered us both to orgasm so I doubt she was
too upset. I'm confident she just wanted an excuse, although none was
needed. I didn't know about Beth, but I needed to sleep. A barn, while
great for fucking, does not give you much rest and recuperation and
tomorrow was another day of submission and service at the office.


Epilogue


As I said, my meeting in the office with Ms. Forest changed my life in a
way I could have never anticipated. It turns out she took a fancy to me
during our time at her estate and wanted me as a full time sub. I had mixed
emotions at first. I loved my Master and Mistress, but something clicked in
my during my pony training and I can't deny that Bull's cock was the best
I'd ever had. Also, although my sense that Mistress was getting bored with
my now that Beth was around had diminished, it was still in the back of my
head. But maybe that was just paranoia and jealousy. Losing me didn't sit
well with Thomas and Gwen, to say nothing of the partners, Dean and Liz. I
also didn't want to give up being an attorney. So as you do, we made a
deal.


Ms. Forest would hire the firm to do the bulk of her legal work. Her
various companies were always in need of something, so the level of billing
would certainly help the bottom line and keep the partner's happy. I was to
become her "personal legal assistant" although she understood that in order
to stay sharp, I would need to keep taking other cases occasionally so I
was allowed to moonlight at the woman's firm Tuesday, Wednesday and
Thursday. The firm did most of the work, so really being her personal
assistant quickly became being her sexual play toy. I didn't mind that so
much though because Bull, besides being another toy of hers handled her
security so I was around him from Friday through Monday. He was still
submissive to her, but he was definitely dominant with me and as he
predicted, I became his black cock whore. I lived for him to pound me and
over time he began sharing me with his friends including gangbangs and
blowbangs.


I still lived with Gwen and Thomas on Tuesday through Thursday. Beth was
living with them full time, but she was kind enough to share the dungeon
bed with me. Thomas didn't fuck me often, although Gwen still did with her
strap-on. I persuaded her to buy a large black one so I could orgasm. She
was pleased to do so. Bruce and his buddies didn't use me much as they were
rarely around on weekdays. Our agreement let me spend party weekends with
Gwen and Thomas so usually Bruce would invite his friends for a gangbang. I
loved the attention, but I rarely came with them. The agreement had Beth at
the farm one weekend a month in exchange. She usually came a dozen or more
times riding the horse and we tried to schedule pony parties around her
availability so she could help me serve the guests.


Dean and Liz continued as a couple. He changed his schedule so he would be
in the office Wednesdays instead of Mondays. We didn't always fuck, but I
always got them off orally at least once. The partners were much the
same. Beth was taking care of them on Mondays and Fridays, but I was always
available mid-week. Mostly they wanted oral, occasionally a three-way (MMf
or Mff) was requested. Sometimes I came, mostly I didn't, but I didn't
care. I was getting all the sex I could handle and I was finally satisfied
emotionally. Dean had worked his electronic magic with Julie. It started
out as a blackmail situation, but she was coming around and had begun her
slut training.


By the way, the Andres deal went amazingly well. I even had Eve and her
brothers up to the farm for a weekend. Thomas was so pleased with how well
I helped land that deal that it wouldn't be the last time. His deal with
Ms. Forest allowed for my services landing new clients including out of
town visits. Those didn't happen often, but he set me up in a fancy suite
in Tampa, Houston, Dallas, Vegas and Denver over the course of the next
year and invited multiple potential clients to hear our pitch and
understand our personal touch benefits. I would always return from these
trips worn out and sore, but also very satisfied. Plus I was helping the
firm grow and additional revenue helped my personal bottom line. I had
almost no expenses any more so I was able to invest almost my entire
compensation from the firm. By the time I grew too old to be a pony
playing, black cock loving, gangbanging submissive slut, I'd have over a
million bucks invested for my retirement. Then I figured I'd go back to
being a lawyer.


I could never have predicted where my life would go when I had that first
shot of tequila about a year ago. I had been a happily married wife and up
and coming lawyer on the partner track. Now I was basically a divorced fuck
slut nymphomaniac to anyone who would have me. I still did a little law on
the side, but mostly my life revolved around sex and my never-ending quest
for my next orgasm and new experiences. But I wouldn't change anything
about my life. I was happy and content. As for my pussy? It was always
ready, wet and available. Just look for the slut in an inappropriate
business suit with stiff nipples and ask if you want something.


The End