Chapter 9 PONY Taking the interstate north, we quickly left the city behind. After about forty-five minutes I exited the highway for a two-lane country road. We passed the rolling hills of the great valley and started to climb into the mountains. It was a glorious June day, . I was enjoying the day and the drive, and hoping to build her anticipation of...
Mama San and Auntie K stripped Shawn of the hose and boots and pushed her into the tub, muttering angrily at her. "You gonna be punished," Mama San said angrily. "You gonna cost us a lotta money, use up pussy like that." Auntie K was washing the girl's hair, tugging it meanly. Mama San was soaping the girl's body, rubbing savagely at tender spots. Shawn tw...
Chapter 10 THE PICNIC The rope reins hung loose in my hand as I hiked along the trail down to the spring. I walked slowly and carefully, giving her time to consider and place each step. She was painfully harnessed and loaded. I had no intention of allowing her to be injured and any misstep could end in a fall. I spent as much time looking back to check her...
Days Twenty-Six and Twenty-Seven: Exercise. Next morning my period started, and I just had time to insert one of the prison-issue tampons before the call came for slopping-out. Our clean clothes had still not arrived, so wearing only our prison sandals we lugged the bucket out into the corridor, and joined the tens of other naked women in the queue. There w...
CAUTION: This is the third tale in this series, and is nothing like the usual stories I write about fun, consensual sex among men and woman. This is a tale of abuse and enslavement of a beautiful young woman and, if you are discomfited by such things, you should probably not read any further. Brenda, or Raven as she was known to those around her, woke up...
After I've ridden your saddle, you tell me that you think I'm ready to be ridden for real. You remove me from the saddle and place a medium size plug in me, which is held securely in place by the harness that I have on. It's a leather jock type that allows my cock to be strapped to my stomach by two leather buckles. My hands are bound behind me to the strap...
(Warning –this and later chapters describe William's participation in Pony play and describes heavy BDSM and pain scenes which may not be enjoyed by all readers. Do Not Read if you cannot handle this type of fantasy and please remember, it is fantasy. If you do not enjoy this story or any of my writings, I'm certain that there are thousands of other stories...
Looking down upon my Pony as she is tied to the bed lying facedown and spread eagle, I lift the crop and again and ever so swiftly bring it down upon her rosy red cheeks. The crop finding its mark bites into her and her left cheek quivers. Pony winces and bites down on her bit, know she is not allowed to cry out. The discipline today is for the week of sarca...
At the center of Academy Island, there was a mountain. From its top, if it was a clear day, you could see both the north campus (where the domination school sat next to the harbor) and the south campus (where the slave compound was fortified by barbed wire). You could probably even see the Citadel on the west coast where the island's permanent residents live...
We emerged from the stall and stopped. Mistress Tania was standing before us, arms crossed and eyebrow raised. 'What kept you?' She seemed to notice the moisture around Emma's lips and then smiled, 'ahh, I see. 'Put her with the others and then wait for me.' Emma lead me around to the back of the stable to a waist high rail where all the others were tie...