5,4,3,2,1 Drop!

"5.4.3.2.1 drop," the beautiful redhead hypnodomme Mistress Ginger tells her willing slave. For Ryan a middle-aged accountant this is his fifth time with Mistress Ginger. His first four visits were simple short conditioning sessions practicing how to relax and going into trance. Mistress Ginger even used the time to install some trigger words. But today Ryan wanted to take a huge step. He called Mistress Ginger a week ago and asked if he was ready to experience a full in a dungeon trance. She said he was and asked if he would like to book a ninety-minute session. "Is that the only length I can book?" he had asked her. "No dear," she replied. "Ninety minutes is the minimum dungeon session I offer. Why, what did you have in mind?" she asked. Ryan answered with, "can I book four hours?" Mistress Ginger was surprised by his request and she says, "four hours. Yes, I can book that. But are you sure Ryan? A session of that length is quite intense". Ryan's response was swift, to say the least, "yes! Mistress Ginger that is what I want to do". So today Ryan finds himself sitting across from Mistress Ginger staring into her dazzling blue eyes and hearing her say, "5.4.3.2.1 drop".

Ryan's imagination runs wild as he drops

Ryan tried to be strong and resist her, but he didn't have hope. Staring into Mistress Ginger's blue eyes and, "drop" are but two of the trigger words that she had implanted into him in those earlier sessions. Ryan closes his eyes and immediately finds himself standing at a large steel door. He sees Mistress Ginger standing there too. "Welcome to my dungeon, slave," Ryan hears her say. "This is your final chance to back out, slave. Once we step through and that door closes. There's no going back. You will become my slave until I release you. You will without question obey every one of my orders. You will be my property, I will own you and I can do as I please with you. Once inside you are giving up your free will and agreeing to be my slave. So, final chance Ryan. Are you ready to be my slave?" There was but only one answer for Ryan, "Yes! I want to be your slave Mistress. I will go through the door with you".

Pleased with Ryan's answer Mistress Ginger give him a reassuring smile as she opens the door. "You may enter now slave, " she says gesturing with her hand towards the door. "There is just one thing slave. Once you step through the door and become my slave, you will be completely naked. All my slaves are required to serve me in the nude. I just prefer having my slaves naked, “she tells him. 

Ryan did not hesitate at all. He eagerly steps into Mistress lair and being true to her word, Ryan finds that he is indeed naked". It's not like he really had a choice in the matter. Mistress Ginger is continuously deepening Ryan's trance by repeating one of his trigger words over and over helping Ryan to go deeper into a trance. Mistress Ginger had discovered a long time ago that she has great success when she uses the word slave, as a trigger word to have a slave go deeper. 

But the trigger word does more than just having a slave go deeper into a trance. Saying, slave, also helps Ryan to feel a lot more submissive, and Mistress loves saying, slave a lot. " Slave once you notice that you’re naked, your cock will become rock hard. Then, slave, you will immediately feel as though you're about to cum". But of course, you will not be able to cum, no matter how close you feel". Mistress Ginger says teasingly as she draws her index finger and thumb lightly up and down his shaft. This serves her well, the gentle motion helps with driving her slave crazy.

"Your right, to cum, belongs to me slave," she says hitting him yet again with the trigger word. Mistress Ginger continues with, "you will not be able to cum until I give you permission to cum". Ryan looks on in stun disbelief as the enormous responsibility of his situation sinks in. "Slave, you will remain on the brink for the entire time we are together," Mistress Ginger points out to him. "At that time slave, if you're good, and if you have pleased your Mistress. Then, and only then will I decide if you will be granted your relief slave". 

As Mistress Ginger leads her slave deeper into her dungeon within his trance. Something different is occurring in Mistress Ginger's office. Ryan stands up and starts to unbutton his shirt until it is completely open. Upon which he removes it. Mistress is pleased to see that he is following one of her hidden hypnotic commands. No sooner than his shirt falls from his hand, Ryan reaches for his belt buckle and before long he is standing naked in front of Mistress Ginger and staring blankly at the wall. Mistress Ginger smile at the naked figure before her and is pleased to see that Ryan had indeed shaved his chest completely. Or more to the point he shaved completely from below his eye to the tip of his toes.  She finds Ryan even more handsome without his huge beard. He is exactly how she likes her slaves, clean-shaven. She uses the slave trigger once again and continues with the fantasy playing out in Ryan's trance.

Ryan

"Slave! Come over here!" she commands pointing to a spot in front of the wooden cross that she has moved next to. "Hurry up slave don't keep me waiting if you know what is good for you". Respectfully Ryan replies, "yes Mistress, " and dutifully stands in front of the cross. Mistress Ginger takes one wrist and gently but quickly buckle it into a leather cuff. She repeats the process with the other wrist too. Then bending down onto one knee, Mistress Ginger has Ryan spread his legs wide, so she can secure his ankles too. 

She wraps the cuffs around each ankle and pulls the buckles tight. Rising once again and taking Ryan chin in her hand, Ginger turns his head and stares deeply into his eyes, "slave!" she says demanding his attention, plus causing him to fall deeper because she used a trigger word again. "Are you comfortable?" Mistress Ginger ask before continuing. 

Ryan nods his head up and down and says, "yes Mistress". Please with his response she cups his balls with her hand and squeezes vigorously, "Ryan, do you remember the word that I had you secretly sealed in the envelope, the last time you visited me?" Ginger asks her helpless naked and restrained slave. Ryan looks up to his left and then to his right wrist surveying his cuffs. He tests his bonds by pulling at them as much as they would permit. He relaxes once he confirms that he is not going anywhere. 

As for this envelope, when Mistress Ginger grabbed his balls and squeezed them, it triggered a post-hypnotic suggestion from one of their earlier sessions. In that session, she had Ryan write a word on a piece of paper and seal it in an envelope. Ginger then had him forget about it, but not before planting the trigger to remember it. Once Mistress Ginger grabbed his balls, he remembers the word that he had come up with. He replies to her question by saying, "yes, of course, I do Mistress. The word is..."

Mistress Ginger puts her hand up and says, "no, no, no don't tell me the word slave. It is your job to resist any, and all attempts I try to make you reveal that word. Do you understand?". Ryan nods his head up and down indicating that he does understand. "Great," she says as she releases his nuts, "let's get started then". All Ryan could do is watch Mistress Ginger walks back forth like a lioness stocking her prey, as he stands there naked, and helplessly tied to the cross. 

He also notices that his cock has grown to its full erect size like Mistress Ginger said it would. Noticing that Ryan looks shy by his sudden penis presentation, Ginger laughs and remarks, "There is no need to be bashful, slave, you have a nice cock you know. I also plan to torture it for my pleasure very soon. So, get uses to being naked, because you’re going to be that way for quite some time, you might as well get comfortable with me seeing your cock too". She says. Suddenly Ginger stops in front of him, and while she is looking Ryan square in the eye she asks, “are you getting incredibly horny slave? Do you have a crazy need to cum? Do you want me to make you cum slave?” 

Ryan shakes his head up and down, greedily pleading yes for relief from the overwhelming need to cum. “Well, you can’t. Not yet and not for a long time,” she replies to his feeble pleading, as she grabs the fleshy tips of his nipples and twists them with tremendous force. Ryan clenches both hands into a fist while sucking air into his lungs. He also squeezes his ass cheeks together and rises onto his toes, he tries without success to pull away from the sudden on slot of pain that Mistress Ginger is applying to his nipples. "Ha, ha, ha! Where do you think you're going, slave," Ginger laughs boastfully at him? "Oh honey, we are just getting started. This little nipple twist... Hell, that just an appetizer. The really good stuff starts now," Mistress Ginger informs him. 

She continues her firm hold on his tender nipples for another thirty seconds before she releases him. "Fuck," Ryan blurbs out as the blood raced back into his abused nipples. "I will let that curse pass this time slave. But the next time I will not be so forgiving. I don’t approve of my slaves using such language,” Ginger cautions Ryan for his poor selection of words. 

"I’ll return to those wonderful nips of yours a little later. Let me tell you where you're going next”. In a moment slave, I am going to count you down. Once I reach one, slave, you will drop. You're going to drop so deep to a place where you are completely obedient. In this place, there is no questioning me slave. What I say, you will do. What I describe, you will see, and what I tell you to feel, no matter what, you will feel it. Do you understand me, slave?" Mistress Ginger asks Ryan. Now with Ryan already in a deep state of trance, he just nods his head and says, “yes Mistress”. "Very good slave, it is time to start our adventure.5,4,3,2,1, Drop!"

Ryan is putty in Mistress Ginger's hands

The words barely escaped her lips and Ryan started to drift. He has never felt so at peace. There are no thoughts of his job, what bills need to be paid, or even if the sun was out when he arrived. He just feels warm, safe and floating. 

"Welcome slave to this wonderful playground. here you are mine. In a few minutes, I am going to snap my fingers. When I do, this wonderful room will turn into an interrogation room. You see you're my prisoner, and you have information that I need. The word that you put in that envelope during our last session, that is what I will be trying to get out of you. Oh, to make it more fun slave, you will resist me with every fiber of your being. You will not give up that word until you cannot stand my torment any further. Then, and only then can you say your secret word," Mistress Ginger tells her slave. 

"Now slave when I snap my fingers it will seem like a light was turned on in the interrogation room. You will take stock of your surrounding and then remember that you have been here for a while. In fact, you have been here for several weeks, and have resisted all, normal civilize interrogation methods. So, my superiors have asked me to take a shot at breaking you with my... let's say, a new unique form of interrogation," Ginger toys with her plaything. "Once again slave, everything will feel real to you. All sensations will feel as they are happening to you, and you will try to resist me. Slave..." SNAP. (To be continued)

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Who Boy: Part 4

"There you go Baby Doll." slave Jennifer says to him as she opens the gate to yet another corral. This one is at the rear of the building where he had lunch earlier in the day. The corral is fenced in with your typical white style ranch fencing associated with horses. Off the back of the building is a sliding barn door, which looks to lead into a storage area. Protruding out of the side of the building is a beam. This beam sticks out about 8 feet. Attached to the beam is a pulley. Running through that pulley is a wire rope. In one direction the cable leads to a winch attached to the side of the building. The other end hangs freely with a carbine at the end of it. As slave Jennifer leads him into the corral. He notices that the enclosed area has a cement floor which slopes a little to a drain. slave Jennifer walks him up to a table and commands him to wait. He doesn't challenge her, and he stands still. Slave Jennifer disappears through the barn door for a moment only to return a short time later with a key in hand. Next slave Jennifer unlocks all the harness and straps that have been tied to baby doll all day. He sighs in relief when she removes the headgear, bit and reins. "Don't forget now. No speaking at all. Nod your head if you understand."  up and down he shakes his head to inform slave Jennifer that he did indeed understand. "Good girl." slave Jennifer says, " Now come stand right here," Jennifer commands pointing at a spot right under the dangling piece of cable. Walking over to the indicated spot.

Baby Doll stand where he was told to. Slave Jennifer takes one of his wrists which still has a cuff and hooks the carbine to the cuff's D-ring. Once his arm is secure over his head. She repeats the process with the other arm tying both wrists over his head. Slave Jennifer returns into the building. This time taking all of the slave's belongings from the table in with her. When she once again returns to the bound slave, she is carrying a spreader bar and a purple ball gag. Jennifer puts the spreader bar on the table and walks up behind her charge with the gag. "Be a good boy and open wide for me" she demands. Baby Doll open his mouth wide and obediently for Jennifer. Raising her arm up and over his head, Jennifer pulls the gag into Baby Doll's mouth.  "Uuuuuummmm" Baby Doll protest the sudden stretching of his lips around the gag. He was rewarded with two quick open hand whacks on his bare ass. "Is there a problem?" inquires Jennifer holding up her open hand. With his ass still stinging Baby Doll shakes his head no. "I thought so."  Jennifer declares as she steps up to the table to retrieve the spreader bar. She picks it up and retunes to Baby Dolls and kneel at his feet. Jennifer takes the bar and attaches a cuff around one ankle follow by her tapping the inside of Baby Doll's calf

indicating for him to spread his legs. Baby Doll obeys and shuffle his foot sideways, but not far enough. Jennifer taps his leg yet again. Again, Baby Doll shifts his weight and scoots his foot sideways some more, but still not enough. This time Jennifer whacks his calf hard and with some force and says. " Now Baby Doll that is quite enough. Move that foot until you feel like you're going to split in two, and once you reach there stretch some more."

Baby Doll drops his head and stretches. He scoots his foot as far as he can reach. He lets out a moan as Jennifer locks spreader bar to his ankles. She then takes a small piece of chain and secures the spreader bar to an eyelet in the cement. Jennifer then takes a step back to have a good look at her restrained toy. She smiles and starts walks slowly around his bound body dragging her fingers across his chest. As she moves, she slides her hand up and over his shoulder. When she comes around behind Baby Doll, she lets her hand slide down onto his ass. Jennifer stops and with both hands, she grabs hold of her bound subject with both hands and squeezed firmly. Baby Doll didn't appear to be in distress though. He rolled his head back on his shoulders in contentment. SMACK Jenifer strikes both ass cheek five times with both hands in quick succession.

Baby Doll rolls up on his tiptoes startled by the sudden stinging pain coming from his ass.  But the sigh he let out was not of pain. If his cock wasn't locked up it would surely be standing erect. As it is his cock is straining to break free of its cage. Jennifer giggles at Baby Dolls reaction. She continues her trek around his naked body dragging her hand and fingernails up and over the other his shoulder and back down onto his chest once again. This time Jennifer takes both hands and grabs his nipples firmly. First, she pulls his nips out and twists aggressively to the left. Applying a strong pinching hold as she does. Jennifer repeats the same thing to the right, back to the left, then once again back to the right. Jennifer keeps the nipple torture going for a good ten minutes.

For Baby Doll when Jennifer first took hold of his nipples, his legs failed him. He recoils from the pain and his legs buckle, with his ass darting backward trying to flee the continuing on slot being applied to his chest. "Trying to go somewhere?" she teased still firmly twist his nipple for all she's worth. "Just where did you think you would go. Hun!" Jennifer jested. As for Baby Doll, his nipples are on fire. Eventually, Jennifer halts her assault on his chest, only to move to his balls. She starts groping around his ball sack before squeezing and clamping her fingers tightly producing a moan from Baby Doll. Jennifer then says. "oh my, these things feel quite full. Just how long have you been locked up? I bet you would do anything to cum, wouldn't you girl." Jennifer says as she is kneading and torturing his swollen balls. Still using the female pronoun. "Sorry, no relief here girl. That's the one key I do not have access to." Jenifer teases while still torturing his balls. "If your still here in a few weeks girl. I will have finished my one month of slavery that all new apprentice trainers must do. I will be mentoring under Lady Vicky. Won't that be so much fun for you if you're still here then, girl." Jennifer continues with "I would love it if this lovely ass of yours is my first assignment." As for Baby Doll, all he could do is alternate his body between clenching, rolling up on his tiptoes and moaning as Jennifer manhandles his aching family jewels. Finally, after what felt like eternity Jennifer release his balls saying "That all the fun for now. I better get back to why you're all tied up here. With that said Jennifer disappears into the building again. From his vantage point, Baby Doll can hear some rummaging around, followed by water running, and Jennifer then at long last return with a hose, a bucket filled with soapy water and a long menacing look scrub brush and a large sponge. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this Baby Doll." Jennifer apologies. "This building doesn't have hot running water," she concludes just as she opens up on him with icy cold water from the hose. Jennifer couldn't help but laugh as she watches him dance around as much as his binding would permit and squealing as loud as his gag would allow.

As for Baby Doll, he tried to shield himself, but his bondage made that quite impossible. So, Jennifer took her time soaking him from head to toe, allowing the stream of ice water from the hose to come to a stop on his balls. It was easy to see how much discomfort this causes Baby Doll. But all fun things come to an end and Jennifer turned off the hose to replace it by the equally as mean scrub brush. Using the scrub brush, she scoured his ass, then his legs and yes, those poor swollen balls too. Every time the brush is bunked in the water and then applied to Baby Dolls body, he would cringe and the air in his lungs would become trapped from holding his breath. The cold water would cascade down over his ass through his butt crack, sweeping between his legs before continuing its journey down his legs. Other droplets tickled as it passed through his cock cage, around his balls, and down his legs as well. Each descending water droplet is more torturing than the last and causing his body to be covered in goosebumps.

By the time Jennifer finished his lower body, Baby Doll's chest is heaving rapidly, and he is sucking air in around that purple ball gag. Right now, he is very happy that the ball is perforated permitting more air into his lungs. With the bottom half complete Jennifer sets the scrub brush to the side and submerges a sponge into the icy water. Jennifer then takes the sponge soaked in soapy cold water and without ringing it out, she pressed the sponge to the back of Baby Doll's neck. Clenching his muscles and raising up on his toes Baby Doll dances within his bindings as the icy water once again cascades down his back. Jenifer pauses to watch the trails of water droplets as they race each other down his back. Some droplets moved quickly down his body on their journey to the ground. Other droplets move agonizingly slow as they zig and zagged over his ass cheeks and finding its way into various cracks and crevasses of his body. Every once and awhile Jennifer would tease him some more by taking her tongue and licking the water from his body, starting from his waist, she would run and flicker her luscious tongue up his back or chest. when she did go up against his chest, she would spend a few extra seconds on circling his nipples, where she would indulge into some playful sucking and biting. The sparkle in Baby Dolls eyes indicated that he was not minding the attention.

"Oh, that must feel great after working up a sweat in the hot sun. Just think I get to give you this treatment every day after your training." Jennifer says as she moves around his torso cleaning with frequent stops to dip the sponge into the icy bucket of water to reload it with plenty of cold water, and she never ringing it out before pressing it onto her victim poor restrained body. All Baby Doll could do is dangle there and take it. But after Jennifer took an exceptionally long time of soaping Baby Doll up, she once again turns the hose back on him to wash the soap away. Next, she goes to the table and picks up a wooden hairbrush and returns to him. "This is one of my favorite things to do," she says as she starts running the brush through his still wet dripping hair. "Lady Vicky has given me permission to play and tease you as we wait for you to dry off," she tells him. "Isn't that the best news ever?" she asked gleefully. 

Baby Doll soon found out that play with him did not just mean getting his hair brushed. No sooner had she finished saying the sentence, she took that brush from his head and started spanking him with it. Jennifer would giggle like crazy every time she heard the resounding smack of wood contacting flesh. But after a few minutes of spanking and making Baby Doll ass cheeks quite red, she stopped. Once again, she moved to stand in front of her bound subject to start caressing his nipples again. She had Baby Doll moaning and straining at the end of his bindings once again as she rolled his tender nipples in her fingertips. "You know that it feels odd calling you Baby Doll all the time." Jenifer says "I know that you were given that pet name as part of your humiliation training, and when we're with Lady Vicky I will have to call you Baby Doll. But there is no need to when we're alone. You're a strong good-looking man, and I want to call you something more suitable for a man. Now it is against the rules for any of us to know your identity. And since technically you're subservient to me." Says Julie as she drapes her arms around his neck and pushes her naked body tight to his. She gazes deeply into his eyes and whispers, "my best friend's name is Samatha. We call her Sam for short. Since you and I are going to be working together for at least the next four weeks. I will call you Sam after her." The expression on Baby Dolls face and the fact that his eyes just about jumped out of his head cause Jennifer to step back and laugh. "Oh my god, you didn't know" Julie smirked. "Oh, honey! The shortest training regimen available here is four weeks, which is rare, most owners opt for the sixteen weeks of slave and pony training. I really don't know how long you are here for. But whether it is four weeks or sixteen, wouldn't you prefer something other than Baby Doll when you’re not training." Baby Doll shakes his head up and down indicating his agreement. "Sam it is then." Julie proclaims. She then points out, "well look at that, you're all dried off, and it's time for me to get you over to your stall for the night. Just let me clean up my mess here and I will unhook you and show the way to your new home during your stay." Jennifer then leans in close to Sam's ear and whispers. "I have something special in mind to give you before bring you supper." Jennifer looks deep into Sam's eyes and smiles, before planting a long kiss on his lips. followed with a seductive slow wink.

Not wasting any time Jennifer rolled up the hose and dumped the pail of water and put everything away before returning to Sam, "okay now this is what's going to happen. I am going to release your hands from the bar. You will immediately put them behind your back so I can tie your cuffs together. Do you understand." Sam nods yes. "Good. Once your hands are secured, I will release your feet and lead you to your stall. And before you start whimpering. Yes, you will be on a leash again, that is out of my control," Jennifer says and releases the tension on the cable pulling Sam's hands over his head. Once done she released his hands. Sam drops his arms and quickly shakes them before putting them behind his back for Jennifer to tie once more. She then drops her gorgeous naked body to her bare knees to free his feet, but before doing so she grabs his cock cage in her hand and yanks on it. "I pity you, Sam. There is a strong likely hood that you will be locked in this for the next four months, and once the ladies like Lady Vicky lock slaves like me up for the night. They are known to spend many hours in the stalls teasing and denying you poor fucks locked in those cages." she then kisses the cage and release's his feet. Hearing that news both excited and scared Sam. All these beautiful women having their way with him sounds fun. He didn't even mind the idea of the pony training. But would his Mistress really leave him here for four full months of non-stop torment? His heart is also racing just thinking of four months of edging. It scared him as he thought how frustrating that will be, and how could he handle it.

Standing Julie fetches the leash and attaches it to Sam's collar. "Alright, let's see about getting you to your room for the night." Jennifer says with another seductive wink. With that said she tugs on his leash to lead him out of the coral and down yet another garden path.

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Whoa Boy: Part 3

Click the gate swung closed and locked, after Lady Vicky and Baby Doll steps through. His eyes darted here and there as he takes in the site before him. he is staring down a cobblestone pathway, defined by a well-kept rose bush hedge on both sides. He could see that the path leads to an open courtyard of sorts. There are a few traditional wooden picnic tables. And some benches were scattered around the courtyard here and there too. Lady Vicky leads him to one of the tables and orders him to sit down. She tied off his reins to the table. "You must be hungry and thirsty after your trip. Let's get you something to eat then." Lady Vicky says. She then gestures to a nearby naked woman and yells out an order "Hey, you slave girl, go and fetch some food and water for our new guest." as she pointed to Baby Doll. The slave girl bows her head and replies, "Yes my lady" and scurried off into the building behind them. From his vantage point, the building looks like it is some kind of dining hall. The slave girl returns a short time later with a tray, on it was a sandwich, a small garden salad and a glass of water. Lady Vicky looked at him and say, "Baby Doll this slave girl will help you with your lunch. When I return, we will get you started with your training." That last sentence sent a shiver up his spine. Lady Vicky then turns her attention to the slave girl and with a commanding voice give the girl an order, "Slave, remember only remove the bit from his mouth so he can eat. DON'T untie anything else. Have I made myself clear?" "Yes, my Lady" was the slave girls reply as she bowed once again. Lady Vicky turns and walked off.

The slave girl is cute in an innocent sort of way. She looked to be in her late 20's or so. Her wavy long brown hair tied back in a single ponytail. She is wearing a little makeup, but she doesn't need it, she would be pretty without it. Her eyes matched her hair color and she has a cute small demure mouth. Which is still wearing a smile even with her being naked an enslaved. Her long lean body gave Baby Doll the impression that she must be into sports too. She puts the tray in front of him, then sits down next to him too. She reaches over to him and removes the bit from his mouth and puts it on the table. With his mouth free, Baby Doll begins to say, "who are..." but before he could say any more the slave girl places a gentle finger over his lips and shakes her head to say no. With a couple of quick glances left and right she leans in closer and whispered to Baby Doll, "Ponies are not permitted to speak here. Everything will be explained to you in the morning. Now eat quickly, you don't have long before that witch returns." she then leans back picks up half of the sandwich and puts it in front of his mouth. Baby Doll wastes no time and starts biting at the sandwich. it is awkward at first, but soon he finds a rhythm and devoured all the food.

Just as he is swallowing his last mouth full of water, and as is if on cue Lady Vicky returns. The slave girl was right, Lady Vicky was only gone maybe fifteen minutes. "Oh, good you're finished." is Lady Vicky's first words, she then looks at Baby Doll's dining partner and says "Slave, get that bit back in his mouth and be quick about it too. when you are finished you can return to your regular duties. Prancing Slut is just about finished his workout. He needs to be given a bath before going to the show barn later. Now see to it." The slave girl once again bows and said: "Yes my Lady" she picks up the bit and gently fix it back in place into Baby Doll's mouth. Being face to face with Baby Doll, the slave girl silently mouths the words "good luck" to him. As soon as the last clasp was done the slave girl curtsy and runs off to find Prancing Slut. Lady Vicky once again takes his reins in her hand and orders him to stand. She swatted his backside with her crop a few times and starts to speak. "Okay Baby Doll, you have been only sitting on your rump so far today, Let's get you over to the yard and work out some of those muscles, sounds like a lot of fun to me. What do you think pet." she taunts followed by letting out an evil laugh? Lady Vicky pulls on the reins and leads Baby Doll on the path going around the dining hall.

The hall has hidden the view of (THE YARD) as it is called from Baby Doll. As soon as he clears the build his new reality is right before him. White wooden fences are everywhere. There is a dirt oval track on one side. At the moment two poor souls were dressed similarly to him. There are one woman and one man. They are both harnessed to separate carts. Sitting pretty up on each of the carts were two women that resemble Lady Vicky. Baby Doll guess they are trainers too. Each of the riders wields a long whip. Sometimes they would snap the whip above their slaves head and every once and a while the whip would kiss a slave's bare behind. The two carts are on different ends of the track. One trainer has her slave moving along doing what looks like a quick step. The pair is moving along at a fast pace. The next trainer has her girl doing this bizarre high stepping thing. The poor slave has to raise her leg up, so her knee is up to her waist and her leg is making a perfect 90-degree angle. Then she kicked the raised leg out straight and step forward, then repeats the process again with her other leg. To Baby Doll, it seems an impractical way to walk. He is just glad knowing it isn't him tied to the carts. The slaves must have been at it for a while. Both slaves are breathing heavily, and their bodies are glistening with sweat. Baby Doll feels a tug on his reins and the sting of the crop on his outer thigh which startles him back to reality. Lady Vicky smirks at him and says, "don't fret my pet, you will have your chance to pull me in a cart soon enough." then she laughs and continues leading him along the pathway. 

Next, Baby Doll sees a man and a woman, one is on a contraption that looked like a big hamster wheel and the other is marching away on a treadmill. Once again, they are all dressed like ponies just like him. By their sweat soaked bodies, Baby Doll figures these poor people were at it for a while. They are not alone, he sees a couple of trainers there too. Snapping whips and yelling commands like "keep your knees up and so and so get your pace up." Baby Doll shivers because he figured Lady Vicky would eventually have him tied to these damn things. 

Over in another field, Baby Doll can see some muscle-bound guys with their gear on and a whip-wielding trainer at the end of their reins. These guys are harnessed to a wagon of sorts. They would pull the wagon the length of the field. Then these other naked men on each end of the field would add another stone to the wagon, and then they were off again. Baby Doll shake his head and continue his march behind Lady Vicky.

Finally, they stopped at a corral. Lady Vicky opens the gate and led him inside. What he sees before him is what he would call a carousel. Two in fact. The first is has a single pole with a single arm coming off it. Hanging off the arm is two cables to a harness. The second one looked much the same.

The only difference was this one has four arms. Baby Doll fails to notice that Lady Vicky has traded out her crop for a longer whip. This whip has a long shaft, he thinks it to be six feet long. Coming off the end of the shaft is a good eight-foot-long piece of menacing cordage. Lady Vicky made the whip dance in front of him, just to show who is the boss. As Lady Vicky takes the reigns again, she says "Baby Doll let's warm up those legs of yours. They must be all cramped up after that long car ride. So, we will start your training by simply walking for a while. That way you can get comfortable with the harness. We're going to be here awhile. Okay, start walking." Lady Vicky snaps the whip across his ass. The sudden sting is startling, but he got the message. He lifts his foot and starts moving. The alternative is being whipped again, and that scares him. Lady Vicky walks alongside Baby Doll at the end of his reigns as he gets uses to the harness. Step after step and he starts to get into a comfortable rhythm as he makes another loop. All the while Lady Vicky keeps giving him encouragement and praise. She does inflict some pain with the whip several times when Baby Doll slows his pace too much or fails to follow instructions. For his part Baby Doll is trying hard not to screw up too often. The whip stings, and he thinks Lady Vicky likes it when he gives her a reason to administer a little more punishment. The sun is now starting to get low in the western sky. Baby Doll lost count of how many times he made the circle around the pole. his whole body is glistening in sweat just like the slaves he had seen earlier. A bead of sweat trickles as it races down his back, and over the crack between his butt cheeks. His leg muscles are burning from the continuous marching. He had to keep bring each knee up to waist height for Lady Vicky, and if he didn't, she would let him know one way or the other.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Baby Doll is ordered to stop. "That will do for today girl." Lady Vicky says as she pat’s his butt cheek. "Slave!" Lady Vicky barks at the young girl that just joined them. The same slave girl who had helped with lunch, "Take Baby doll back to the stables. Make sure you give her a bath and something to eat, before putting her in for the night." Lady Vicky then hands off the reigns to her slave, then turned her attention to Baby Doll. "You did well today girl. Get some rest tonight, I have a lot of plans for you tomorrow after your meeting with Head Mistress. Your owner will be by to see you later. About right now she is lounging next to the pool, with a drink. Ha! Ha! Ha!" Lady Vicky laughs as she strolled down a walkway. "Ok let's get you to the stable for a bath, girl," the slave girl says to Baby Doll. "By the way girl, my name is slave Jennifer, and I have just been assigned to Lady Vicky, so I will be assisting her with your training." Slave Jenifer leads him out of the training corral, and onto the path heading towards the stables.

Happy to not be working out anymore, Baby Doll take a glance towards the Manor house. He is positive that he sees Mistress Lynn standing high on the balcony looking out over the training area. It appears that she has a huge smile on her face. "Was she watching me train? “Baby Doll thought to himself. The next thing to enter his mind as he follows slave Jennifer is the fact that he will be shown to where he will spend the night, and a meeting with Head Mistress in the morning, and what diabolical plans does Lady Vicky have in mind for him. Then there is the biggest question of them all. How long is Mistress Lynn planning to keep him here? 

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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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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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What Does A Slave Do At Ten Thousand

that's easy, a great big THANK YOU is what's in order for today. On this day February 07, 2019 my blog has reached 10 000, that's ten thousand-page views. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would reach this many view’s. I was flabbergasted way back when I reached a thousand views let alone ten thousand views. A blog that started out as a method to report to my then owner my exploits as her slave for the week that had just pasted and to receive new orders for the week to come. Back

then I didn't even follow the page stats. Who would read what I might be writing About? That would have been what I might say if asked then. Ten Thousand-page views later and some ninety posts later. I find myself saying "WOW" and of course "thank you" for your viewing support.

As for the future, I will continue to work on fictional stories. It is a way for me to escape into my love of the BDSM scene. I also hope that there will be articles once again of me serving and being trained again, before I reach twenty thousand views. Who knows just maybe I will find a RL Mistress to serve, and I will be required to post updates on my training, and the punishments that she might subject me to. That would be a fantasy come to life that I would love writing about. Only time and page views will tell what will happen to me though.

In recognition of ten thousand-page views. If anyone would like to have a task completed by me. Feel free to comment and leave me your orders. I will try my best to fulfill them and write a post about doing it.

So once again thank you for helping me reach 10 000 views and here is to many thousands more.

slave allan

As an added gift for reaching 10 000 views. I am posting the newest chapter of the "Whoa Boy" series. Just follow the link below.

https://slaveallan68.blogspot.com/2019/02/who-boy-part-4.html