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CH 17
Rose had another photo session with Mister Herriman, and despite her
request for a hard core shoot, he decided that she would have to be satisfied
with slightly less. As he told her, he rarely shot complete penetration
sessions.
Scott drove her to the studio and sat quietly in his corner. Herriman
told Rose that for today's theme she would be a pony girl. She smiled in delight
and went to the dressing room. She undressed and Beth started making her up.
Herriman entered the room.
"How do you fell about having your face visible?" he asked.
"I'd love to," she replied. "but I don't want someone to recognize me
and connect me to my master. It might embarrass him."
"I think we can get around that," he told her. "Beth can change your
looks quite a bit with her makeup. She's quite the artist."
Beth smiled shyly.
"And you're going to be wearing a face harness which will conceal you
even more." He showed her two sets of harness. One in black leather, the other
white.
Rose handled the harness. Her nipples perked up. They both had chin cups
and wide straps across the forehead. Thin straps crossed above the nose.
"You can go through the proofs and we will destroy any pictures that you
think might be recognizable," Herriman added. "I'll leave the final selection to
you."
"All right."
You will work with another model," Herriman told her. "She is a
professional dominatrix who specializes in pony girls and boys."
"That sounds interesting," Rose said. "Is she really into the bondage
scene, or is she just a model?"
"Oh, she's for real," he said. "She trains real pony girls and boys for
people and has a live in pony girl at home. She keeps her locked in a stall in
her house."
"That sounds very sexy," Rose said. She imagined being a full time pony
slave and her nipples perked up harder.
"I use her and her pony girl occasionally," he went on.
"In the studio, or off duty?" Rose asked impishly.
He laughed. "Only as models, I'm afraid. She doesn't loan her pony girl
out."
"Poor thing."
"I'm going to start you out fully clothed. You will portray a virtuous
woman who has fallen into the clutches of a cruel lesbian dominatrix. She will
strip you and force you into harness. You will resist at first, but submit,
become excited, then reluctantly at first, you will give yourself to her.
Ultimately you will learn to love your pony girl status."
"Hmm, that might be hard to carry off," Rose said.
"What will?'
"Pretending to be reluctant, not to mention virtuous."
"By the way," he said. "I hope you haven't shaved your pussy lately."
"Why not?"
"I want you to look innocent, and innocent ladies usually don't shave
their pussies."
"Are they permitted to trim their pussies?" Rose opened her legs to show
him that she did have a small triangle of pubic hair.
Herriman laughed and walked out.
Beth put a wig on Rose, then she and Angie dressed her in panties and
bra, garterbelt and stockings, heels and a dress. The panties were full briefs,
silk and lacy, but not very revealing. Rose looked at them with distaste.
"These are awful. My mother wore panties like these."
"They are supposed to make you look innocent," Angie told Rose. "Don't
worry, they will come off pretty quickly."
"I certainly hope so. I haven't worn panties like these since I was a
housewife."
Angie took them from Rose and knelt holding the panties for Rose to step
into. Rose looked at her in surprise, then put her feet into the panties. Angie
slid them up Rose's legs and tugged them tight.
"If you have anything else you want to do while you're down there, just
go ahead," Rose told her.
Angie bent forward and jokingly kissed the front of the panties. Rose
pressed her head against her crotch. Beth gasped in shock, then looked toward
the door to see if anyone was watching.
"Beth, do you want to be next?" Rose asked. Beth shook her head and
backed away. Angie got to her feet giggling.
Rose walked to the studio. Herriman introduced her to the dominatrix,
who's name was Joan. Joan was a tall slender, slightly muscular woman in her mid
twenties. She wore her red hair in a page boy cut. She had lovely green eyes.
She wore tight leather pants and a sheer white blouse. Her nipples showed
clearly through the fabric. Rose shook hands and felt the strength in Joan's
hand. Joan held Rose's hand in a firm grip for just a second longer than
necessary. They locked eyes and Rose blushed. Her pussy tingled.
The set was ready. Furniture had been arranged so that it looked like
they were in a formal living room. Rose was placed before the seated Joan and
stood as if timid. She raised her skirt to an imperious Joan and posed with it
lifted. Joan touched Rose's pussy and legs, and bent her over and caressed her
bottom. Rose was excited within minutes.
Joan forced Rose to her knees and unbuttoned her dress. Rose slowly
removed the dress as Herriman shot picture after picture. It took eight rolls of
film before she was down to her underwear. More shots were taken as Joan
stripped Rose out of her bra, then her panties. Joan snapped handcuffs on Rose's
wrists and made her stand on wide spread feet as she explored Rose's naked body.
She was not hesitant to touch Rose's pussy, or even to slip her fingers inside
briefly. They went in easily, as Rose was quite hot and very moist. The scene
ended with Joan leading Rose off camera.
Rose and Joan took a break while the set was rearranged. Beth repaired
Rose's makeup, and this time wasn't surprised when Rose insisted on keeping her
handcuffs on during the break.
The next scenario took place in a harness room. Joan buckled Rose into
the black harness. Herriman shot each piece from many angles. Rose's first piece
was the face harness and a bit gag. Then she gradually acquired a collar,
leather body harness. A wide belt with a pussy strap, thigh and ankle straps,
and finally elevated shoes with high heels and hard leather horse shoes on the
soles. Rose had trouble walking in the shoes. They were so high in the heels
that she tended to pitch forward. Joan had to steady her several times, and
after Joan strapped Rose's arms tightly behind her it was worse. She walked Rose
around the set, and Rose's eyes were wide with genuine fear that she might fall.
She hesitated and that brought instant discipline. Joan pinched a nipple very
hard, and Rose squeaked in pain, but followed Joan's lead.
Despite her fear Rose felt a hot wave of excitement as Joan marched her
around the room. Herriman had to remind Joan that he was shooting stills, not a
movie. Joan reluctantly stopped the march, and went back to posing Rose as
Herriman directed.
Rose was soaked in sweat when Herriman finally called for lunch.
Angie had arranged for lunch to be catered in. Everyone ate, even Scott
joined in. And after lunch Rose went to the dressing room to shower. A few
eyebrows lifted when Joan followed her.
Rose was just stepping under the water when Joan grasped her arm. Rose
turned in surprise, then smiled in delight when she saw Joan standing there
naked.
"Want to scrub my back?" she asked.
"Silence," Joan commanded. "Turn around and give me your wrists." Rose
obeyed and gasped in excitement when she felt handcuffs lock on her wrists.
"I Like to wash my girl down after a day of activity," Joan said,
stepping into the shower. "Have you ever been washed by another person?"
"No, but I think I'm about to find out what its like."
Joan soaped Rose's body from neck to toe. Rose trembled with passion as
the woman's hands roamed over her skin. She glanced at the door and was
delighted to see that everyone was watching, even her husband.
Joan slipped her hand finger by finger into Rose's pussy. Rose was
moaning in delight. She sagged against the wall and waited as a lovely orgasm
began to swell inside her body. She gasped in surprise when Joan's hand
disappeared. Joan was stepping out of the shower. She picked up a towel and
began to dry herself. She motioned Rose out. Rose stood dripping, wondering how
Joan was going to finish bringing her to orgasm. Joan turned to the crowd in the
door and waved them away imperiously. They scattered. She looked at Rose.
"About ready to explode?" Joan asked.
"Yes," Rose whispered.
"Good. I intend to keep you that way until we're finished today. I want
you to have that pleading look on your face."
"Oh Lord," Rose groaned. She rubbed her thighs together.
"Very good," Joan laughed. "I'm going to keep you hotter than a stove
until the end of the day, then I'm going to make you come like an earthquake."
"Ooooh, can I come now please? I promise I'll come later too."
"Nope," Joan grasped Rose's arm and led her out.
The second shoot began with Joan wearing a leather micro skirt and bra,
and placing a naked and very horny Rose into the white harness. This time she
put a large vibrator inside Rose's pussy and held it in place with the crotch
strap. Rose felt a tiny sweet orgasm when the dildo slid into her, but it did
nothing to put out the fire between her legs.
When Rose was fully harnessed, and had pranced and posed, Joan tied her
hands over her head and tortured her breasts. She put clamps on her nipples, she
pinched them and slapped them, and finally whipped them. And all the time she
carefully watched Rose's face, and each time Rose seemed close to coming, Joan
stopped. Poor Rose groaned in frustration time after time.
Herriman called a break and Rose was lead shakily to the dressing room.
She collapsed into the chair and begged Beth to touch her pussy. Beth glanced at
the doorway and saw Joan leaning against the door jamb. One look at Joan's face
cured Beth of any thought of making Rose come. It may have been Herriman's
studio, but it was quite clear that Joan was in charge of Rose that day.
Joan motioned Beth out and told Rose to get on her hands and knees. Rose
obeyed and Joan strapped a tiny white saddle on her back. She undid Rose's
crotch strap and slid the vibrator out. Rose sighed piteously as it fell to the
floor. Joan tugged on Rose's leash and led her on hands and knees to the studio.
Rose spent the rest of the shoot on her knees or locked into a wooden
stock that looked like something out of a stable.
Joan put a white blindfold on Rose, then stepped away and buckled a
strap on dildo over her panties. She returned and began whipping Rose's butt and
pussy. Rose's hips were wiggling in time to the whip when, without warning, Joan
stepped up to Rose's crotch and shoved the dildo inside her pussy. Rose came so
hard she fainted.
When she regained her senses someone was fucking her. She thought at
first it was still Joan, but then she realized that it was man, not a fake. She
sighed with delight and giggled when he came inside her. He had barely withdrawn
when his place was taken by another. Rose was fucked by three men that
afternoon. She assumed that two were Herriman's assistants, and wondered if the
other might be her husband, but when they released her she saw Scott sitting
meekly in his chair. Herriman had been the other man.
Joan was nowhere in sight. Beth and Angie had disappeared too. Rose
wondered if Joan had claimed them as slaves and taken them home in chains. She
staggered into the dressing room and was surprised to see Joan sitting in the
chair. She spread her legs. Rose dropped to her knees and crawled to the chair.
She put her mouth on Joan's foot and slowly worked her tongue up to her pussy.
Once again the door way filled with onlookers.
Rose saw the proofs of the shoot a few days later. She was thrilled with
the photos and had to exercise a great deal of self discipline to remove those
picture that showed her face too clearly. She would have preferred for the whole
world to see them. Herriman made enlargements of them for her and for her
master, then destroyed those negatives. The rest he sent to the publisher.
When Cathy saw the photos she was intrigued with the pony girl theme.
Rose was reminded that although Cathy had been a sex slave for over a year, she
was still quite young and in many ways inexperienced. She didn't know what a
pony girl was.
Cathy showed the pictures to Sue who also fell in love with the concept.
On Sue's next visit to the house they begged Rose to put them in harness. Rose
got Joan's phone number through Herriman and met her for lunch one day.
Joan was interested to hear that Rose knew two young women who wanted to
explore pony girlism. She agreed to put them in contact with a harness maker.
The girls were delighted at the news, and wanted to meet Joan.
Joan took them to the harness maker. He was a middle aged man with a
tiny leather shop in his home. The girls looked through catalogues and selected
a set each. They undressed and let the man measure their bodies. They giggled
and squealed as he took liberties. He offered to measure Rose for a set, but she
declined.
"If my master wants me to wear a pony harness, then I'll come see you,"
she told him. "But for now I'll wait."
He shrugged. "Too bad. I bet you'd make a damn fine pony."
"When will our stuff be ready?" Sue asked him.
"In a couple of weeks."
"A couple of weeks?" she wailed. "That's too long. Can't you do it
quicker?"
"Maybe, but I have a lot of orders ahead of you."
"What would it take to get you to put us at the top of the list?" Cathy
asked seductively.
He looked her up and down. "I think you'd have to spend the night here.
That way I can keep fitting the leather to you and get it right."
"That's ok with me," Sue said.
"How about it Mom?" Cathy asked. Both girls looked pleadingly at Rose.
"All right," she said. "I'll come get you in the morning."
"Better make it late afternoon," the man said. "I'm not sure I'll be
done with them in the morning." He turned to the girls. "Get your clothes off.
We'll get started right now."
Scott picked the girls up the next afternoon. He winced when the harness
maker brought them around the side of the house. They wore matching black
leather collars, body harness and cinch belts. Tiny straps parted their pussy
lips and bells jingled on their nipples. Their arms were buckled tightly behind
their backs and wooden bars connected them at their collars and waists. They
walked in step to the limo.
"Hi Daddy," Cathy said.
"Hello Mr. Rhodes," said Sue.
"These your daughters?" the harness maker asked Scott in surprise.
"Only one is," Scott replied.
"Oh. Well you have a fine daughter," the harness maker said. "She's well
mannered, obedient, and learns quickly."
Cathy giggled.
"But this one still needs a little taming," he said smacking Sue on the
bottom. She stuck her tongue out at him.
"I'd take her home and whip some respect into her if I was you," he told
Scott. Sue shook her breasts at Scott.
"How much do we owe you?" Scott asked.
The harness maker named a price and Scott paid. He opened the door of
the limo and started to disconnect the bars between the girls. Cathy stopped
him.
"Wait Daddy. We want to ride home locked together and show Mom."
It took a deal of wriggling and squealing, but they managed to wriggle
into the car. They whispered together on the ride home, and wouldn't get out
until Scott fetched Rose. She laughed when they clambered out of the car and
stood proudly on the lawn. She led them into the house and they finally
permitted Scott to remove the bars.
The girls wore their harness around the house the entire weekend.
CH 18
The master summoned Scott to his office one morning and told him to
deliver Rose to the house for a an evening of torture.
"Tell her to prepare herself for some pain," he told Scott. "I am in the
mood to inflict some serious torments."
"Yes sir."
"And tell her to shave her pussy."
Rose thrilled when she heard. She spent the day trembling in
anticipation. When Scott delivered her to the master she could barely contain
herself. She hopped eagerly up the steps and followed the security guard through
the house.
The guard returned to the limo. "The boss has something special in mind
for your wife tonight," he told Scott. "And he said it ok if you want to come in
and watch."
Scott shook his head, at first, then opened the car door and got out.
The guard put him quietly in the observation room.
Rose's eyes widened when she entered the torture chamber. Something new
had been added.
A medieval rack sat in the middle of the floor. Beside it a charcoal
brazier glowed. At first she thought the brazier was merely for effect, but when
she looked closer she saw that a branding iron was glowing among the coals.
Rose gasped when she realized what the thing was for. Her knees went
weak.
"Are you going to brand me?" she asked the master breathlessly.
"Yes. With my initials."
"Oh God," she whispered. Her pussy throbbed like a drum. "Where?"
"I was thinking of both nipples, and your pussy," he replied.
Rose had an orgasm, then and there. Her eyes rolled up and she slowly
collapsed to the floor. Wave after wave of ecstasy rippled through her body. She
lay on the floor jerking like a fish out of water. The master watched with arms
folded, then lifted her to her feet.
"The idea excites you?" he asked. She managed to nod.
"What will your husband say?" the master asked.
"Who cares?" she said. "I belong to you."
He smiled grimly. "I am going to put you through a night of torture. My
men will participate. And sometime, when the mood strikes me, I will brand you."
"Yes master."
To her disappointment, Rose wasn't put on the rack right away. The
master hoisted her up by her wrists and whipped her, then allowed the men in the
household to take turns. The butler was present with his very wicked canes, but
Rose's mind was on the rack and the branding iron. The butler was frustrated
that despite his most vicious cuts with the cane he barely got a few screams out
of her.
Rose was repositioned, whipped, forced to suck their cocks and fucked
many times as the hours slipped by, but she seemed always to be glancing toward
the brazier. Finally they put her on the rack.
She winced as the wheel tightened the ropes on her wrists and ankles,
but marveled as the ropes stretched her body taut. Gino, on the wheel turned it
slowly until she was lifted off the rack and suspended from wrists and ankles.
The pain was terrific, and she moaned with passion. Her shoulders and hips ached
with the unaccustomed pain, but Rose being Rose, the pain made her come.
When Gino had tightened the rack as far as he dared, the master stood on
it straddling Rose and whipped her breasts. Then he ordered the men to gather
round and whip her. Her screams and shrieks echoed through the house as whips
and canes drove her wild.
Scott watching in the dark little observation room, slid his trousers to
the floor and masturbated.
The master and his men took a break. They lowered Rose to the rack and
left her there whimpering. One of the guards took a beer to Scott. His eyebrows
lifted when he opened the door and saw Scott massaging his cock, but Scott
merely accepted the beer without embarrassment. The guard shrugged and closed
the door.
Rose's tortures resumed when the master had her turned over and racked
face down. She endured hours of whippings and stretchings, and several more
orgasms. Eventually the master announced it was time for her to be branded.
Rose was placed on her back. Pegs were inserted into holes on the side
of the rack and her knees hooked over the pegs, this forced her legs wide apart.
The ropes were tightened and her body made excruciatingly taut. She watched the
master's face with a look of hunger on hers.
The brazier was brought close and the master lifted the branding iron
out. Rose stared at it in fascination.
She groaned when a blindfold was placed over her eyes. Scott frowned in
alarm when he realized what was happening. He pulled up his pants and tried to
open the door. It was locked from the outside. He pounded on it and it was
opened by one of the guards. He looked at Scott and shook his head.
"Just sit there and be quiet," he told him.
The master held the red hot iron close to Rose's nipple. She tensed as
she felt the heat. The ropes prevented her from moving even the tiniest bit, the
rise and fall of her chest as she breathed was her only motion.
The master held the iron an inch from her nipple, then pulled it back
and touched her nipple with an ice cube. Rose screamed and came louder and more
intensely than she had ever done in her life. The butler dropped a tiny piece of
meat in the brazier and the smell of burnt flesh wafted through the room. Rose
shrieked and came and fainted. The master and his men chuckled. Scott tore his
pants off and masturbated wildly.
When Rose showed signs of life the master repeated the trick on her
other breast. Again she came so hard that she passed out.
The men took another break and lolled about as Rose lay unconscious on
the rack. They drank and joked among themselves as they waited for her to
recover. Another beer was brought to her husband. After a half an hour Rose came
back to the world. She moaned and tried to raise her head. The master held a
glass to her lips and she drank.
"Are you ready to be branded again?" the master asked her.
"Yes," she managed to croak.
"Remove her blindfold," the master ordered.
She raised her head and tried to look at her nipples.
"Just lay back," the master ordered. "You can look later." He held the
hot iron in front of her face.
"Where should I brand you now?" he asked.
"On my pussy," she whispered.
"Ok, get ready."
She lay back and stared at the ceiling. The master knelt between her
legs and placed his finger on her skin an inch above the opening of her pussy.
She took a deep breath, then screamed as the iron touched her body where his
finger had been. The master held it on her for a few seconds, then tossed it
aside and thrust his cock inside her. Rose screamed and screamed and screamed
and had orgasm after orgasm.
The master fucked Rose until he came, then clambered off and motioned
for someone else to take his place. They all had their turn
Scott spurted cum all over the interior or his little room.
After she had been fucked, Rose was removed from the rack. She stood
shakily and examined her body. She looked puzzled at her uninjured nipples. The
men grinned at her.
"I had no intention of damaging those lovely breasts," the master told
her. "And I'm not so cruel as to cause damage to the nerves in your nipples. The
only brand is at your pussy."
Rose walked to a mirror and examined herself. She winced as she touched
the brand, then smiled and turned to the men. She stood on wide spread feet and
placed her hands on her hips, displaying herself proudly.
"It is sore?" one man asked.
"The brand or my pussy?" she asked laughing.
"Whichever," he said.
"Yes, they both are," she said. "And I love it. Thank you all very much.
I can't wait to show my daughter."
Scott put his pants on and slipped quietly out to the limo.
Vivian was horrified when she saw Rose's brand, She insisted on babying
Rose for a couple of days until it healed. At Rose's suggestion, Vivian gave the
scar a tongue bath several times every day.
Cathy shrieked with delight when Rose told her about the brand over the
phone. She told her mother that she wanted to be branded but Rose pointed out
that a brand was permanent and Cathy should only be branded by the man who would
make himself her master for life. Cathy grudgingly agreed.
Sue, when she learned of the brand announced that she was going to beg
the master to brand her no matter what. And no amount of reasoning could change
her mind. Rose spoke to the master who assured her that he would not permit
either girl to be branded.
