Whoa Boy; Part 1

“Wake up slave! I know I worked that poor cook of yours hard last night and having your balls still full of cum must be madding” Mistress Lynn said to her slave as he blinks his eyes open. It's while he is turning his head to check the time, that is he remembered that he was still tied to the bed. He is still in the same position as he was when he passed out last night. His wrist is bounded together with his leather cuffs and pulled over his head and secured to the head board, his feet are tied the foot board in the same fashion. His cock and balls still hurt from Mistress Lynn playing with them for hours last night. She had a delightful time and many great orgasms. He though still aches for release that Mistress Lynn has yet denied him again.

She sits down next to him on the bed, she gently set down a basin of warm soapy water and a towel. “We need to clean up a bit of this mess you have all over yourself.” she points out. “Can’t be sticking your filthy cock back into it’s nice clean cage now can we.” Said Mistress Lynn as she started gliding that hot soapy towel back forth over her slave's swollen balls, causing his cock to stiffen again. Whack!!! Slamming her hand down hard over his growing cock she says, “There's no time for any of that bloody nonsense, we have a lot to do today, and we have a long drive ahead of us.” The hit had the effect she was looking for. His brain jolted back to reality and his cock started to shrink back down. Mistress Lynn quickly finished up with cleaning off his cock, then out of nowhere she pulls out his dreaded cock cage. “Let’s get that penis of yours securely put away, I wouldn’t want you getting any ideas of stroking that thing while you have your shower.” He can feel her yanking and pulling away at his groin, as she secures the cage in place. Then he hears it snick's shut as the small chrome lock snaps in to place, sealing him in for more chastity and denial.

Mistress Lynn leaned over the top of the bed teasing her slave by keeping all of her beautifully sculptured body just out of his reach. She looks radiant this morning. She has a magical talent of applying just enough makeup to make her hazel green eyes glimmer with confidence and supremacy. Her cheeks have just enough rosy color to define her face perfectly, and those magnificent full luscious red lips, that her slave locks his gaze onto every time she moved them to give a command. Her flowing blond hair tied back in a long braid finished off with a bright red bow. Mistress Lynn's wardrobe conveyed nothing but dominance this morning. She is wearing a crisp white blouse, nothing frilly just a stern white blouse that was tucked into a tight form fitting pair of light tan pants that slid neatly into a pair of high polished black leather boots that came up over her shins.

She reached behind her slave's head and released the buckle on his ball gag and remove's it. His jaw is aching a lot from wearing it all night. He flex's his jaw a couple of times then said, “thank you Mistress, may I ask where we are going today?” SMACK! SMACK!!! Mistress delivered two sting slaps to each side of his head, “who said you could speak SLAVE?” she demands. He politely replies, “no one Mistress, I am sorry for forgetting my place Ma’am.” Mistress Lynn then moves swiftly around the bed releasing all of his restraints and says as she works, “I will deal with that screw up later. For now, I want you to make the bed and clean up this room.” She proclaimed. “After that take, you will take a shower and get your ass downstairs for breakfast. You have 30 minutes. Oh, and don’t worry pet about clothes, you won’t be needing any.” And with a smile and a giggle, she turns and leaves the room.

Her slave waste no time compiling with his orders. He empties the water basin, picked up all the toys and place them all back in the toy closet, remembering to wash the ones that needed to be cleaned. Then he turned his attention to the bed and make it. He checks the clock; 21 minutes had already passed. “Shit!!” he gasps as he races to the bathroom. He had needed to use the toilet from the time Mistress woke him up. Tick, tick another few precious minutes’ slip by as he uses the washroom. When he had finally relieved himself, he check's the clock. 24 minutes have now gone by. “Fuck, I only have 6 minutes.” he whispers to himself as he immerses into that inviting hot water. “ahhhhh!!”, he moans as the water stream over his body, but there is no time to stand around and soak. As quickly as he can he soap's up his body and rinse off, then the ritual of washing his hair comes next. After rinsing off all the soap, he rapidly towels off his body and brush's his hair. He inspects his body in the mirror.  His face is okay, but his pubic hair and legs could use a shave. But he knows that he does not have time too. He check's the clock, “Dam it”, he sighs 33 minutes has elapsed, and it takes five more minutes to clean up the bathroom and get himself downstairs.

As he enters the kitchen Mistress Lynn is leaning on the counter, her arms are crossed over her chest and she is staring at her watch. He steps closer and she looks up and stares at him sternly. “If it wasn’t that we must get going, I would be giving you 5 whacks per each minute you are late. I will just have to deal with it and your other screw up from earlier when we return. “What?” he thought to himself, Mistress Lynn is going to postpone a punishment, she's impatient about getting underway, and there is no need for him to have clothing, what the fuck is going on. “Sit down slave, I have prepared breakfast for you my pet", Now he is totally confused, Mistress made his breakfast. Now he knows something is up. He sits at the table as ordered and wait for her to serve him. She places in front of him a bowl of Shred of Wheat, ¼ cup of skim milk, 6 baby carrots, 3 sugar cubs and a cup of water. He stared at the odd combination of food before him for breakfast. He glances at his Mistress to see that she was grinning at him, and she had a devilish twinkle in her eyes. “Hurry up and eat up slave, and when your done put your dishes in the dishwasher and join me in my den. I need to get you dressed for the day.” she order's him. He pours the milk on the dry bale of Shred of Wheat and crushed two sugar cubes on top of the cereal for flavor and popped the third in his month. His mind is racing as he sits there gobbling up his food. “Get dressed for the day” he thinks to himself for a moment. “Don’t worry about clothes, you won’t be needing any.” Mistress had said to him earlier! And she is in a hurry to get somewhere. “what is she up to” he wondered as he finishes up with eating and cleans up. Then scurrying along he heads for the den.

Being invited to the Den is a polite way for Mistress Lynn to tell her slave to meet her in the dungeon. You see Mistress Lynn is a professional Dominatrix. She has trained many subs in this room. Having spent many hours of training in here himself, he knows all the toys and the dungeon very well. It should also be mention that he is no longer a client anymore. He is now Mistress Lynn's  24/7 collared slave. He signed a contract with Mistress about 3 ½ years ago, giving her complete dominion over his mind and body, and since that faithful day Mistress Lynn has had many adventures with him in this room. But over the last few years Mistress Lynn has never acted like she is this morning.

“Get your ass over here slave.” she says as he comes through the Den’s doorway. “Come on let’s get you ready for your day slave.” Mistress Lynn  urged as she pointed at a spot on the floor near here bondage table. “Stand right here and we will get you dressed slave and then we will get going.” She says as she reached for an item on the table. Her slave looks at the things laid out in front of him, he notices some familiar stuff. First, he sees his polished black leather collar, the one with the big chrome buckle with the nice chrome loop up front with the tag hanging from it with the word “Slave” engraved on it. Next to the collar sits the matching wrist and ankle cuffs. One of Mistress Lynn's favorite pink flogger is present as well. Laying across the table was an additional item, A thick black leather harness that straps around the waist of a slave. On the harness, there’s several little loops and by the look of it he knew it is used for restraining a slave. Of course, Mistress Lynn never takes him anywhere without his jewelry, his shiny silver pair of clover nipple clamps is there, and last of all there is a parcel wrapped with a ribbon and a bow is on the table. Mistress Lynn is sitting on her throne and orders him to put everything on but do not touch the box. He does as he is told and put everything on in a timely matter, making sure that all the buckles are fastened, and all padlocks snapped in place. Mistress Lynn stands up smiling at him as he stands there on display for her. She approaches him and without saying a word she produces two more padlocks and proceeds to bind his wrist to his sides by locking his wrist to the harness. Mistress Lynn then picks up the flogger and walks behind him. She swings the flogger 5 times, allowing the lashes to wickedly caress his ass cheeks, causing him to flinch and lose his breath as she inspects to see that everything is securely fasten. She puts the flogger back on the table and says to him, “slave now I have a present for you pet.” And she lifts the lid of the box and pulls out a brand-new bridle, a set of reins and a butt plug with a long red tail protruding out of it.

In an instant, it became clear to him, the food for breakfast, the reference to no clothing and now this new gear. Mistress Lynn has plans to have him become a horse for her today, “but where is she taking him.” He wonders to himself. “Come closer pet and we will get your new bridle fitted on you and I will explain to you what is going on.” Mistress Lynn comments with smile. Doing as he is told he steps forward as ordered, but as Mistress Lynn starts to put the harness in place over his head, he pulls his head to the side trying to resist. In a flash, he could see by the look on Mistress Lynn’s face she was not pleased with him. She puts the bridle back on the table and turns back to him and grab both of his nipples and twist them. The bolt of pain shot through him like a lightning bolt. His knees buckled and his breath escaped from his lungs. He returned to standing straight as fast as he could so Mistress Lynn would not get any madder at him. As she has a firm grip on his nipples, she says to him “slave don’t piss me off now you little fuck. There is a place we need to be, so dam it, do not waste my fucking time.”  After several punishing twists on his poor throbbing nipples, she then gives him a direction “Now let’s get this thing on you slave.” With that said, she releases his nipples and picks up the bridle again. This time he bows his head willingly and Mistress Lynn drapes the harness over his head, slipping the bit into his mouth and securing the buckles. “Good boy, now that’s a good little pony.” Mistress says pleasingly for his new found obedience. 

As Mistress Lynn finishes with the last buckle and begins attaching the reins, she starts to explain “You see slave I have always wanted a pony boy to play with, but I waited these pasts few years to see if you were the right slave to be my pony. I am happy to say that while I was training you, that you more than proved that you would make a great pony. Slave, and today is the day we start your new training.” With the second rein snapped on, Mistress gives a good yank down to see if everything is securely on. “How does that feel pet?” she questions. He nods his head up and down and make a feeble attempt to say fine Mistress with the bit in his mouth. “Good now let me have a look at you.” Mistress Lynn says as she starts her inspection. “OH! Well that just won’t do, no pony would ever let itself be seen out in public without its tail.” Mistress Lynn grins as she holds up the butt plug with the tail attached to it and a bottle of lube and gestures to a bench for her slave to lean over. He reluctantly walks over to the table that has gestured to and leans over it. As soon as he assumes the position, Mistress Lynn starts applying the lube all over and around, and in his ass. The attention being given to his ass was getting him all turned on. He could feel his cock trying to grow and break through his dam cage. Mistress Lynn is amused by his little predicament as starts to insert the butt plug into his asshole. Even though he has been Mistress Lynn’s slave for over 3 years, and he has worn butt plugs before, He still hated them with a passion. Mistress knows this and uses the plugs to remind him that he is her slave and she can do to with him as she wishes. With having his new tail now on and in full display, Mistress attaches the last item of today’s wardrobe, his nipple clamps, she rubs and pinches the nipples to make them erect and when they are just right. Mistress stretches his nipples out from his chest and clips the clamps on. His reaction is always the same, as soon as the jaws of the clamps sink in there is a charge of electricity that race through his body from the pain. He is also aroused by the pain and feels it in his balls. Mistress knows and likes what the clamps does to him, so she always teases him by playing with them for a bit. Mistress Lynn takes a step back and admires her handy work, smiles and says “Ok slave, I have found this great little place online where we are able to play and train you in your new role as my little slave pony. It’s only a couple of hours away on the highway. I figure since it is a nice sunny day, I could drive us there in the convertible". A silent groan goes through his brain as he contemplates the idea of spending the next few hours flashing other drivers out on the highway. Mistress picks up one of her crops, and with a couple of flicks on his thighs, she then says, “Giddy up boy.” Then leading him by his reins they leave the den and head towards the garage. As she opens the door to the garage, he is left wondering what’s to come.

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