Whoa Boy: Part 2

Mistress Lynn leads her slave into the garage by his reins and was mildly amused by his squirming around. “slave are you having difficulties with your new outfit?” Mistress Lynn asks with mock concern. He shakes his head back and forth in a NO motion to calm her concerns. The bit in his mouth keeps him from being able to say no. In the garage sits Mistress Lynn's pride and joy, her most favorite toy of all. It's her candy apple red convertible, with the roof already down. It is a restored 1950's vintage Ford Mustang. The car has a spotless high polish black leather interior that Mistress Lynn has her slave buff for a couple of hours every week. The car is just the way she likes it, clean, polished and fast. Having some difficulty because of her slave's bondage, Mistress Lynn struggles to get him into the car, but she does manage to finally get him in and securely buckled into his seat. “There you go pet, you're already for a nice ride in the country.” Mistress Lynn comment as she swings the door closed and thus crushing any hair brain schemes her slave may have had of escaping just to provoke her. She then stores her bag in the trunk before climbing in next to her new pet on the driver side.  Mistress Lynn brings the car to life with a quick turn of the key and with a press of the gas pedal, Mistress Lynn and her pet are both on their way, and in quick order she has them merging into traffic on the highway.

Now, even though he is bound every which way to Sunday, the severely restricted slave is having a pleasant ride in the car with Mistress Lynn on this warm and sunny day. But Mistress Lynn has other plans for her humble slave today. After getting into the swing of being on the highway and setting the cruise control. Mistress Lynn turns her attention to the knobs in the car. First finding the right music on the radio, followed by twisting the top off her cold bottle of water, and ever so quickly, her hand finds the knob between his legs. Her hand caresses over his steel chastity cage, and she tugs a little bit on it stretching his aching cock and balls ever so much and producing a moan that  escape over his gag. Her hand wanders a short distance further and grabs hold of his balls. Mistress Lynn did not show any signs of distracted driving as she knead her fingers back and forth over is swollen nuts, but he was for sure some place else. Her hand snaked back and forth between his legs causing him to squirm in his seat. One moment her hand will be caressing around gently sending sweet sensations to his brain, A heart beat later her long beautiful painted finger nails would dig into his nuts like an eagle’s talon piercing into a ground hog catching it's lunch. Even with him having the cock cage locked in place. Mistress Lynn is still able to keep him frustrated and on the edge of an orgasm the whole trip. Mistress Lynn just keeps edging, and humiliating him by honking at every driver in a SUV or truck and points at her pets nuts so that they would know that he was on full display for their viewing pleasure. He received many hoots and horns beeping from his passing admirers for his triple x show. But one thing he is certain of, he knows that there will be no release coming his way anytime soon.

Hearing the turn indicator and feeling the pull to the right while slowing was his first sign that they are exiting the highway. He has his head pushed back into the head rest, with his eyes closed, and a continuous moan is escaping from his lips. His poor cock and balls are throbbing like nobody’s business. Between Mistress Lynn's hand and a vibrator, she had pulled out of a console, she kept her him constantly stimulated. She turns right at the next stop sign and head off towards farm country. “There, there my little slave.” she comforts him. “It won’t be much longer now. We will be arriving soon, and then you can go for a trot to work out those leg muscles.” Mistress Lynn says with a smile. It takes an additional ten minutes before Mistress Lynn turns off the road. Coming back to his senses now that Mistress Lynn has stopped her relentless assault on his balls. The first thing he notices is the long white three board fence following along the country road. The kind of fence that encompassed “South Fork Ranch” on the old TV show “Dallas”. A moment later the fence made sense, when he sees a group of horses frolicking in the distance, and over top of the laneway entrance is a huge sign, with gold painted lettering welcoming guest to “Miss Penelope’s Bed and Stable.”

Both side of the laneway is lined with a beautiful manicured cedar hedge, each tree is about eight to ten feet tall, standing neatly in a line that it resembles a squad of palaces guards prepared for inspection. The trees also did an excellent job of screening the life that went on behind them. The laneway leads to a huge arc that boarded what could be mistaken as a palace. To be precise the house is more like a Manor home. Two story high, gleaming white paint, A huge front veranda with the big white columns standing there to hold up the second-floor balcony outside of what must be the the master bedroom. All the upper floor windows have been replaced with French Doors and new smaller balconies masterly installed as not to take away from the regal look of the place. 

Mistress Lynn's face is glowing as she takes in the view of the many colorful flower beds encircling the courtyard.  Standing in front of this grand building stood this empowering beautiful woman with long flowing red hair. Mistress Lynn could not help but notices that her pet is staring awe struck at this woman, “slave it is not polite to stare, eyes! Down.” she commands. The redheaded lady is dressed in what could be called, Proper Riding Appeal. The outfits you see on TV when rider and horse are jumping fences in show jumping or as it is otherwise known, a Steeplechase. 

No sooner than the car came to a stop, both doors were open by these two younger women who were waiting too. Both were clad in black pants and corset, knee-high polished boots and a riding crop in hand. Mistress Lynn steps out of her side giving the keys to the woman who is holding her door. The woman on the other side opens the door and leans in to unfasten the seat belt holding the restrained slave to his seat.  She takes the reins in one hand and his arm in her other hand and helps him out of the car. With the reins in hand, she leads him to a spot on the sidewalk. Where she then commands him to stop by saying “Whoa!! Boy.” while holding the crop in front of his thighs like a barricade. She had him stand still there, holding the reins tight near his mouth and restricting his head from turning. Mistress Lynn joins us on the sidewalk as her car pulls away with the lovely woman who had opened her door, drive's it away. 

“Hello, Welcome to my stables. You can call me Mistress Penelope, you must be Mistress Lynn,” the red headed vixen says to my Mistress Lynn as they hugged and kissed each other’s cheeks. “But to my staff and my trainers, I am known as Head Mistress. OH! and of course that applies to our ponies too.” Mistress Penelope said as she takes a step back and turns her attention towards Mistress Lynn's slave. He notices her taking a quick look up and down his naked body, then taking a few steps she puts herself straight in front of Him. This is the first time he gets to see Head Mistress up close. She looks radiant, No more like regal, that it. Deep penetrating blue eyes, a high well-defined cheek bone and a lipstick color he cannot even name. The perfume she is wearing is so sweet and welcoming that for a moment he forgets that he is a naked slave who is tied up and standing in front of a woman who will be causing him pain soon enough.

Mistress Penelope grabs his head gear and peers deep into his face as she twists his head up and down and back and forth. “So, who do we have here? Does he have a name yet?” Head Mistress asked out loud. “No, I didn’t think of one in my rush to get here it never occurred to me to name him during the drive.” Mistress Lynn replies. “Well let’s give him one now. So, I can have a name tag made up for his collar,” suggest Mistress Penelope. “It occurs to me Mistress Lynn that with his cock all locked up like that, he could be a mare instead of a stallion.” Head Mistress points at his balls with a smile. “I love that idea." says Mistress Lynn. "I have always wanted a pony that I could name Baby Doll.” adds mistress Lynn. If his head was not being held still by the lady with his reins. He would have put it down to shake it, as the reality that for the foreseeable future he will have to answer to being called Baby Doll. “Baby Doll it is.” Smiles Mistress Penelope. “Mistress Lynn you must be tired from your long ride, why don’t I take you inside and see that you get settle in, and you can have some time to freshen up. Someone will bring you your luggage, and later I, or I will have someone give you a tour of the grounds.” Mistress Penelope purpose as she gestures to the polish marble stairway. “Lady Vicky will see to it that she takes Baby Doll for her walk before leading her back for her cold water rub down, and some food, before bedding her down for the night.” And with that said Mistress Penelope takes Mistress Lynn by the hand and they head up the stairs.

Lady Vicky now turns to face the newly named pony, Baby Doll and says “My name is Lady Vicky slave. I will be your head trainers here. I will not get into all the rules here and now. They will be told to you during your orientation tomorrow. For now, all you need to know slave, or I should say pony, is that a pony first and foremost will never speak unless a trainer asks it to answer a question. Second, I am not your mistress, I am your trainer. So, I never what to hear you call me Mistress. If there is ever a need for you to address me, you are to call me Lady Vicky. Got it! Third, while in training, if Head Mistress or your Owner is not present. Then all the trainers are in charge. You will obey us like you would for your Mistress. If you do not you will be punished. Do you understand me slave? Shake your head yes or no,” obediently Baby Doll shakes his head up and down. “Excellent! Let me show you to your new home pet.” Comment Lady Vicky as she loosens her grip on the reins and has him turn to face down the pathway to a thick wooden door or a gate that goes through the hedge. Lady Vicky pulls on the reins and make a click noise with her tongue and commands “Come on girl, let’s get going.” She gives him five quick whacks on his ass with the crop to prove she means business. When they reach the gate Lady Vicky order him to wait as she pulls a key from, her pocket and inserts it into the gate. Before she swings it open, he reads the sign fasten to it. “All who passes through this gate. Prepare to be broken!” Lady Vicky yet again whacks the crop against his butt and pulls on the reins and he steps through the passageway into whatever awaits him… 

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