Date: Fri, 19 Aug 2011 22:07:15 -0400 (EDT)
From: bamaboi2serve <bamaboi2serve@charter.net>
Subject: Prance Bitch 3

Prance Bitch 3
by bamaboi2serve@charter.net
with permission from MDS


    The next morning I was awoken again by two sets of hands lifting me
upward for the barrel to be pushed under my stomach, stretching my arms and
legs out again. This was to become a familiar patter in my training, though
it wasn't always Master Daddy Sir who disciplined me in my stall. This time
i had been tied on my back, so my head was forced back over the barrel, my
mouth in classic tied sucking mode.
    Another event occurred that morning that also became part of my
schedule. One of the slave bitches would hold a clear carafe under my cock
until I emptied my bladder. The carafe was then put on a stool near my
head, and i figured out quickly what was to happen to it.
    All of my piss would be recycled into me a second time.
    This morning, Master Daddy Sir was there, but this time he left my
mouth empty..no bit, no bridle, an although he was smoking, no ashes onto
my tongue. I found myself missing even that abuse!
    "Sleep well, bitch? He asked, but continued talking without waiting
for-or really expecting-an answer. He pulled up his stool to position
himself at my head, though my from vantage point he was upside down.
    "Today we're going to start making you into the prancing bitch I think
you are. I like to experiment on various methods to encourage my stock, and
I suspect for you, that means lots of cocksucking", he stated as a fact,
   Without a pause, he unzipped his black leather pants, stood, and stuffed
his semi-hard tool into my mouth, bypassing my throat and lodging himself
deep into me as I struggled for air.
   Now i knew why he had not ashed my mouth.
   MDS placed his hands on either side of my head, preventing me from
moving even a half inch away from his spear..then he pulled back for just a
second, giving me a chance to gasp in some air before he plugged my hole
again. This time he pressed his entire body against my face, pushing me
back against the barrel so forcefully there was no way for me move at
all. I tried to stay calm. Then i felt my big tail plug swiftly enter my
ass, with the piss funnel stuck in next to it. Soon i felt my still warm
piss reenter me. Without a pause, MDS pulled his cock out of my mouth and
poured the rest of the carafe down my throat. I has just barely swallowed
it and grabbed a single breath when his hardened cock was back in its
place, blocking my throat from receiving any air.
    By then i had figured out how to breath through my nose as much as
possible, to prepare for the throat assault, and so for a few minutes
that's what we did. He shoved into me, held it deep for a count of five,
and then pulled almost all the way out before repeating his plunge. After
several minutes of that, I could tell he was ready to cum and prepared to
accept it into my back throat, but instead, he pulled out and sprayed my
face and upper chest with his load. It slowly dripped down around my upside
down face, and i knew some was reaching the straw covered floor.
    Master Daddy Sir forced his still stiff cock back into his pants, used
a single finger to scoop up some of his cum, and put into into my nose,
blocking both holes. I resisted breathing in. Now his cum-- his scent!--
was all over me and I was desperate for my own release!
    They left me there for a while, and eventually, the cum he had put in
my nose made its way back into my nasal sinus cavity, eventually becoming
absorbed into me. My own cock slowly deflated and i dozed for a while until
two slave bitches entered and took me for a morning clean up, in and out.
    But before we left my stall, one of them used his bare foot to point
out the place where Master Daddy Sir's cum has spilled off my head. I knelt
down and licked it up, getting some dirt and hay along with it, but not
complaining. In fact my cock resumed its salute as I proudly cleaned up my
Master's spillage.
    The two boys in the stall with me were built like Marines, and I later
found out that's exactly what they had been...they went AWOL from the
French Marines and ended up in a much happier service to MDS. One was short
and stocky with a buzz cut and mostly shaved body. He wore a blond tail, a
bit and bridle of brightly polished silver and leather. The second boy was
totally shaved! From the crown of his head to his toes was barren of
hair. He wore a narrow black leather harness with a broad decorated black
leather collar and a pink ball gag that was secured by a strap behind his
head and a bright silver padlock. He too had a tail, but it was a deep red,
matching the places on his cheeks where he had obviously recently been
strapped. They were businesslike, treating me like the property i was.
    When I finished licking the cum up, they took me to the washing
area. The short Marine tied my hands and then pulled them up above me,
pushed me around to position me for my hosing out and cleaning while the
shaved one used a brush on a long wooden handle to soap me down. They both
used a medium pressure hose to rinse me off, and then sent me on my way to
a fenced area outside the barn.
     Several other slaves were there, and it was clear they were superiors
to the marines who had prepped me....for the cleaners went onto their knees
and bowed to the others as soon as they came within a few feet.
     The Seniors were wearing polished metal harnesses that shone in the
sunlight, and they had headpieces that included bright yellow plumes of
horsehair that stuck up in the air, making it easy to spot them was a long
distance away. They were naked, but wore leather collars around their large
shafts, silk like sacks covered their balls, the sacks straining against
the big man eggs, They were a truly impressive sight, though i was glancing
at them carefully, knowing not to look at them directly.
   One of the largest of the Seniors stood over the short stocky Marine and
used his booted foot to toss him over on his back. The Marine showed zero
resistance, and assumed a dog like position with his mouth wide open. There
was a reason for that, as the Senior aimed his leather covered cock and
pissed into the mouth below him, splattering his pee over much of the
Marine's upper body in the process. When he finished, he snapped his
fingers at the other Marine, and he quickly scampered over to lick up the
spillage from his fellow's body.
     As i watched this, I wondered where i fit in. If these Seniors were
using the Marines as simple piss slut slaves, what was i?
     As if He was reading my thoughts, the somewhat smaller Senior turned
to me, reached down, and roughly pulled my tail out! It hurt fiercely, but
i held the pain in and assumed a submissive head-down position.
    "And what the fuck are you shitface?" He asked.
    I didn't know whether to answer or not, but he wasn't expecting one
anyway. He put a rough black chain choke-collar around my neck and started
walking away, pulling me with him.
    We went a few dozen feet like that, me scampering on my knees, trying
to prevent my pony shoes from coming off, till we got inside the fenced
area.. He casually took his turn pissing, wetting me down completely. Then
he pulled my head upward so my face was looking at his. I instinctively
opened my mouth, and he gathered the saliva in his throat and deposited it
in me. I remained still, my mouth open, waiting for an order.
     He dropped the choke chain to the ground and walked away. Leaving me
in the sun, his piss drying on me, his spit slowly making its way down my
throat.
     He went to a wooden box at the fence and returned with a large leather
horse crop.
     I glanced up a bit and saw another of the now familiar padded barrels
In the middle of the cleared area He grabbed the chain and led me to
it. Soon i was stretched out and tied down again, waiting for the lash.
     It was the larger of the Seniors who was positioned at my back. A few
dozen trainee- looking slaves gathered at the fence to watch what was
clearly going to be a training display. And i was the model.
     "Welcome home, bitch!" He shouted as he swung with his muscular arms
and planted the crop on my upturned cheeks.


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