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Chapter Teamwork

Jim

I t had been another night in the kennel and another morning with the nurse. I was in a CB2000 chastity device and dressed in casual clothes. We all met for breakfast and were in kind of camper mode, just talking about life in general, and what today's activities would be. Everybody had learned by now not to out-guess Amanda but we did bet on who would play dominant or submissive next.

It was workout first thing and I had my two naked slaves to condition, this time with a treadmill and exercise bike. I got to take them to the tub and shower for cleanup and Amanda even allowed me to put on their chastity belts. It was fun to stroke their inner thighs and pat their mounds to give them a little stimulation before locking away their pleasure buttons. Amanda took the keys and they went around her neck joining the key to my CB2000.

We had lunch together and it talked about anything but D&S.

After lunch we were ordered to strip and apply sun block. We helped each other and soon we were ready for our chains. Metal collars went around necks and a chain was connected so we were in line. Hands were cuffed up high and in front so that we had no protection for our bodies. I was last and we marched off with Amanda giving the lead directions and correcting us with her crop. She was wearing an outfit the one might think of as lady lion tamer. She would come up behind you and give a command followed by a smack or two. It reminded you that you had no will of your own and could only do as she commanded. She also liked to whack legs, backs and occasionally breasts.

We went by a roundabout route to the golf area where the twins and the German's were waiting. They took over and we were soon in pony gear. Everything was about the same as before except this time with blinkers so you had to look ahead. All chastity devices were removed and we were pretty bare. Amanda showed up in livery of bright red and with a long coach whip. She told us that today we were going to pull the Lady of the Manor in her favorite coach.

We were hitched two by two with Ruth as the single lead pony. A very handsome open coach was brought out. It was made of a gleaming wood and finished with bright brass fittings. Amanda boarded and grabbed the reins. I knew this because the ball in my mouth yanked its control. The whip snapped over our heads and we moved the coach. It was heavy and we really had to pull. We drove around to the front door of the mansion.

There was a wait and then some voices and we got a short view of a very properly dressed woman who had to be in her late seventies. She was in a gray suit that reeked of money with a fine broad hat to protect her from the sun. She complemented Amanda on the team and harnessing and boarded the coach. You could hear her instructions to Amanda,

“Drive on, let's circle the lake,” Mistress Amanda would then shake the reins and instruct us to move. We were marching in step and were corrected if we failed to be in step. For me it brought back memories of the Army.

After a long ride, more than an hour, I was getting tired and the voice spoke the line from every Victorian novel. “Home and don't spare the horses.”

Amanda didn't and the whip no longer just snapped over our heads. Back at the front door we were breathing hard and trying to recover when the Lady walked by and gave commands. Breed these two, I think he would do better as a gelding and so on. It was given in such an offhand manner and with such authority that I thought it might be the next thing that occurred. I was un-harnessed, washed, re-locked in the CB2000 and put down for a much-needed nap. I was not gelded.

Beth

My blinkers were closed and a gloved hand carefully inspected my body. Mistress Amanda adjusted my posture and had me perform by marching in place. The Lady of the Manor made no direct comment and I was left to wonder about the personal inspection.