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To save a way of life part 3 A New role and a new slave
The master
In the morning the ablutions were completed, and they pissed into the drain. They were then taken to the door of the stables, their hands were fastened in front of them, then raised to a hook hanging dawn in the middle of the opening. It was raised until all three of them were hanging together with their feet off the ground. Jed turned them all inwards, and clipped their breast rings together.
“You have received punishment, and given sex” I said “But I think that your understanding is still some way from complete”. he said. “You all stand with your heads held high, looking even me in the eyes, which I interpret as defiance. You do as you are bidden, but you still do not fully accept your status. You obey because of fear of consequence, not because you understand it is your role to obey. You are about to go away where someone else will train you. I know his expectancy, and you will not let me down, I promise you. Understand this, and understand well, under no circumstances will you ever make eye contact with anyone, and your heads will remain bowed. To reinforce this message you will now be whipped together, and any infringement by one of you will result in a repeat of the punishment for all of you. You must understand that you have no status at all, and there is no room for any vestige of pride or defiance. You will all apologise for your false pride and beg to be whipped. If I detect any lack of sincerity, tour whipping will be doubled all round“. They all quickly did as I asked, expressing their shame at failing me, and asking to be whipped. I then asked Fred to place large ball gags in their mouths.
I then produced a whip, which I began to lay across their buttocks and back. I knew that this was really hurting, as the stripes began to appear. I did not, in fact give them many lashes, they had a busy three days ahead, and the pain from a couple of lashes each was enough to make my point. They were lowered, the gags removed so that I could be thanked, then replaced.
A large van then drove in. They were led up the ramp, placed with their backs to the side walls, space well apart, their wrists attached to the rails at waist height, and they were made to sit, with a strap around their waists forcing them back against the side. Their was a seat at the front, where Fred sat, and I went round to the driver’s cab.
Slut 1
The following morning after ablutions, we were hung by or wrists and whipped. This was apparently as we still had pride, and our master wanted us to show whoever we were going to that we were well trained. A lorry arrived, w e were placed inside, our wrists and waists attached to the side, with ball gags placed in our mouths. Fred joined us as we all stared hard at the floor. When He was ready , he sat in the front and drove us out onto the road. We travelled for about an hour before pulling up in some sort of stable yard. The two men got out and we heard faint voices. Finally the doors were opened again, and without looking up we were aware that this was a stranger. Fred then pushed past, unclipped us and helped us out. We stood in the yard with heads well bowed, naked except of course by our collars which we nearly always wore, and with our wrists again clipped behind us. Our master climbed into the lorry and drove off.
The stranger then spoke. “You are here to learn new skills, and the level of obedience is to be total. When you leave here you will be equipped to be useful to your owner in a new way.. You will become animals, ponies to be exact, and will be taught to pull a cart. Note I said you will become ponies, you will not be people acting as ponies. You will address everyone as Master or Mistress, for as long as you are allowed to speak, which will not be long. Ponies do not speak. Now follow me.” We found ourselves walked into a storeroom, with all sorts of items hanging on the wall. He then pulled me to him, and reached down a short loop of leather which was used to pull my elbows together, thrusting out my breasts, showing off the rings. He then fitted a bridle over my head, with straps down the side, and blinkers ensuring that I can see only straight ahead. My gag was removed and replaced with a bit, which consisted of a large metal bar between my teeth with rings at each end which were used to strap the whole contraption in place. My feet were then measured, and a pair of ankle boots fitted, with an almost impossible heel, ensuring that I was effectively on tiptoe. Then I was bent over and I felt a large object entering my anus. When I was placed upright again I felt a tickling on my legs, and realised that I now had a tail!
Reins were clipped to my nipple rings, and I was led out into the yard. The next stop was a field, where I was fitted by a strap from my breasts to a bar above my head, which was part of a revolving contraption, which forced me to walk in circles, with the reins flowing behind me. The speed was regulated, and I found myself walking and running in turns. I was not the fittest person, although I had not thought myself unfit, but when I reached my limit, it was recognised, and I was allowed to stand and rest. The remainder of the morning was spent teaching me to recognise the pull of the reins on my breasts, instructing me to move left or right, and the pull on both to bring me to a stop. From time to time I caught glimpses of my daughters performing similar exercises and similarly attired. Fred walked round looking at each of us in turn. I realised that he was to be trained to drive us as well.
I also saw several other ponies, some in he stables, some with various styles of cart. I even think I saw a male pony in the distance. One thing however was obvious. They were there because they wanted to be, they were enjoying themselves, some even making little whinnying noise, and all being treated with affection, which they returned. Later I saw a few of them driving home, with goodbyes and waving. That was not our situation, we were there to be crushed and humiliated.
At last a break for lunch, in a stable, with food and drink of the same type as “home”. I was also made to relieve myself on the straw, standing up and in full view of several people.
After lunch a lady appeared to introduce me to my cart, which I was told had been designed by my master, and put together very quickly by a specialist manufacturer. It was basically two large wheels, with a seat between, large enough for two people to sit together, with a footrest. From under the seat there were the shafts, with straps to hold the ponies’ arms in place. The unpleasant part was a single shaft below the main shafts, which ended with a large dildo, which had an obvious purpose. She moved me into position, before raising the shafts. The two main shafts were at elbow height, but the lower shaft inserted itself into my pussy, which I was powerless to prevent. When my forearms were strapped to the shafts, and my hands placed round a grip at the end, I was forced down onto the dildo, which would remain in place whatever I did. The final touch was to clip my labia rings loosely together under the shaft. The reins were draped back to the seat, and I stood there awaiting my instructions. At first I was led round by my bridle, which caused incredible sensations, but was not too uncomfortable. However, when the man arrived, and sat in the seat, the dildo was forced even higher, as the seat sank and the shafts rose. I could exert some downward pressure with my arms, but the strain was considerable. When he was comfortable, I was given the command to move, with a whip across my buttocks! A further crack made me increase speed, and for some time I practiced turning, stopping, walking and trotting. Eventually, it was decided I had done enough. I was released from the cart, and led back to my stable, where a stable boy rubbed me down with a sponge and cold water, dried me with a cloth, fed me as before, and tied me by my collar to a low ring in the wall, which allowed me to lie in the straw, and finally to fall into an exhausted sleep.
When I awoke I was aware of some soreness between my legs, but I knew that this would not prevent more practice. By mid afternoon I was feeling almost proud of my understanding of commands, and had even spent some time with two passengers, including Fred, who was shown how to control the reins. I tried not to think too much about pride, and certainly to show no signs of it. We were fed in the afternoon, and eventually taken back to the stable, removed from the carts, and harness, but not the gags, which it appeared were semi-permanent, and would be removed only for feeding, and tied to a rail outside in the yard, with both wrists and ankles spread wide apart. Just as I was wondering if we were to sleep in the outdoors on this second day, three men appeared, the boss, as I called him, Fred and another, and we were well caned, for no reason I could think of, other than to give them pleasure. We were not told that we had done anything wrong, we were not told to do better, we were just caned.. I wondered if any of the other pony girls were caned for fun. Somehow I doubted it. We were placed in stables, our gags were removed so we could eat, we pissed on the straw, then were tied up as before and allowed to sleep.
On the third day, the training was, if anything, more intense. We were running faster and faster, we were taught to walk, to trot and to run, and how to recognise which it was to be (All you really needed for that was an ability to recognise a whip on the rump, which meant up one gear, or a pull on both nipples together, which meant down one, with a constant pull meaning stop). The difficult part was recognising the breast pulls for slower or turn. The signals were quite subtle, as the object was not to tear our nipples off. By the end of the day we were all quite quick at interpreting the signals, although at first there was quite a lot of stopping and whipping because of our “stupidity”.
I could not help noticing how beautifully some of the other ponies moved, in a dressage style and
realised that some had had years of practice. Now they were allowed pride in performance, quite
rightly. We were worked quite hard as we heard Fred say we were being fetched, but in the early
evening we were taken back to the stables and fed. The boss man said something to Fred about
how good we were at oral, which he enjoyed. “Which one would you like to try”, Fred replied. “ I
think the older one” he said. Fred knew I had heard, and removed my gag. “Please master”, I
began remembering what we were told on arrival, “would you please allow me o take your cock in
my mouth”. I dropped to my knees and he took out his cock, which I sucked with all my might.
When he came I swallowed all his cum, before saying “thank you master for your kindness in
cumming in my mouth.” They both found that very amusing, and I was immediately gagged me
again, We then stood side by side, our hands behind our necks again, our pony gags replaced by
the ball gags we had worn on the outward journey, and our heads bowed.
The lorry eventually arrived, He left the cab and opened the cab, we were then led in and fastened
as before. We were then aware why the lorry was so large, as one by one our carts were loaded,
together with all our harnesses, including our tails and boots
Then we travelled back. I was actually pleased to arrive back to familiar surroundings.
The master.
I was rather pleased with myself. No-one but Fred had any idea where the sluts had been, and they were whisked out and the lorry closed before any of the others could see in. Fred was chuffed at sharing the secret, and was as close as an oyster. All the sluts were tied in their stalls, and the rest of the staff were told to wait until after the ablutions in the morning. “I can tell you they are exhausted “ I said, “ and I think we will leave everything until then. See you all early tomorrow”. I could see they were consumed with curiosity, but none of them were anywhere near guessing.
The next morning as the sluts squatted and pissed, Fred opened the lorry doors, and wheeled out the first cart. While the other carts were manhandled out, he took slut 2, and dressed her in the full regalia. Gladys was allowed to insert the tail, as I knew she would enjoy that. Slut 2 then stood patiently as slut 1 and slut 3 were similarly harnessed.
“Now they belong in the stables” I joked. I explained that they were trained, but only Fred and I knew
how to drive them. I promised them an exciting day as they were shown how to drive. The first task
was to explain how they were fitted into the carts. The part they all enjoyed was clipping the dildo in
place with the rings. Everyone had a few goes at that. The dildo was a great success with Gladys
and Sandra, who felt that that was there own speciality. Then, one by one each was taken out and
the intricacies of control were shown. The main problem was the reins, as I did not want my sluts
damaged. But they were quick learners, and soon they were happily driving around the estate. At
lunch time they were placed back in the stables, and their gags removed so they could eat. After
they were secured, we all walked back to the house for our rather more substantial meal.
When we had eaten, Anna asked for a private word. I had noticed she was not as enthusiastic as
the other two ladies, and would often hardly join in our conversations. She was also young, and I
feared that she wanted me to allow her to leave. I told myself I would have to agree, and was in fact
relieved that there was little chance of any of the others not staying the course.
We went to the small office downstairs, where in previous times letters had been written, but we had
not previously used it. We both sat, and I asked her to say what was on her mind. “I am sorry sir“,
she said, “but I am uncomfortable with the arrangements”.
I started to explain that I had suspicions , and she was aware that she could leave at any time , if
she wished, but asked her please not to divulge to anyone why she was leaving or what was
happening.
At this she blushed furiously, and became tongue-tied. She stopped what she was trying to say,
took a deep breath and tried again. Then found out that her problem was that she kept wishing
herself in the opposite role.
“Since I was about fifteen or sixteen” she blurted out, “I have had fantasies of abduction and being
made to have sex. When I am spanking the mistress and the other two, I wish it was them
spanking me”. I decided to ignore the slip she had made, and asked her if she was really, really
sure. She assured me that she was, and the final straw had been riding in the cart whilst she ached
to be pulling it. I asked her to truly think this through, as the sluts were doing this unwillingly, out of
what they saw as necessity, and she did not need to and was offering herself voluntarily.
“Two things,” I said. “I would like you to go into town, go to your doctor for birth control, then have
the piercings done and the rings inserted. I will tell everyone here you didn’t feel too good, and I
have given you some time off. You are still not committed, so think about it, and spend the night at a
hotel in town. I take it you have sufficient money”. She nodded. “Have a good sleep. You can
change your mind if you wish. I will also tell you that you may leave at any time if you discover that
fantasising and doing are not the same. I will also pay you far more than I promised for each day
you serve“. She assured me that the money had not entered her head, and she felt sure she would
last the course. I added that she should shave, and the ground rules would be the same as the
other sluts. She would be slut 4. If tomorrow afternoon she was free of any doubt, then go to her
room, pack her belongings, and come to this office without being seen at 7 pm. Have you sufficient
suitcases?, I asked, ever the practical one. She told me that she owned two, quite sufficient, as she
did not have the clothes or the possessions of the family. “You have three options“, I said. “If you
are at the meeting tomorrow night, things would continue as they were, and no-one will ever know
what had been said. If she wrote to me from the hotel, I will pay you as I had promised. If you are in
the office tomorrow night at 7, then so be it”.
I also asked about family and friends, but she told me her family lived in the north, and apart from
Sandra, she had no friends.
I then said that she must strip so that I could ensure she would be an asset. This she did readily, in fact she had anticipated me, and underneath her uniform she was already naked. I looked at her as she stood, eyes down and her hands clasped behind her neck, and I knew that I was hoping she would not change her mind. Her breasts were a good size and firm, her waist tiny and her whole demeanour totally submissive.
“Tell me , are you a virgin?“ I asked. She replied that she had had sex “about” seven or eight times, always with a condom. “And in the rear, or oral?“ I pressed. No she had never been asked, she replied, but she would have done if asked. I suggested that a dildo and some practice might change her mind about anal sex. “It can be painful” I warned, “especially if it is done forcefully, and your friend Sandra did not appear too gentle“. She thought maybe she would practice a little in the hotel, and I think she agreed with me about Sandra.
I told her to dress and run along. She thanked me, put her clothes on and set off to go into town.
I walked back to catch up with the others who had headed eagerly for the stables
When I arrived, the ponies were already harnessed.
I explained that Anna was not feeling too bright, and I had given her some time off. Gladys
remarked that she had felt something amiss, as she had been quiet lately, and the matter was
forgotten. I explained that Gladys would need to deal with slut 3 as well as slut 1 in the morning. She
didn’t seem too upset!
I then called Paul over, and asked him to make the same fittings of eye bolts and hooks in the two
old stables we were not using, so that we would be able to receive guests at short notice. He was a
bit disappointed to be given another task when there was such fun to be had, but I knew he would
waste no time so that he could rejoin the others.
All the others clambered on to the carts, Jed on his own and the others in pairs. Like children with a
new toy I thought. I held back for a short while, although I fully intended to enjoy the new toys that
afternoon. I wondered if the ponies were quite so enamoured.
Slut 1
We were placed back in our stables for the night, in the morning we were washed down with the
normal routine as if we had not been away. Then as we stood in the yard, steadfastly gazing at our
feet, we heard the lorry being opened, and the first cart wheeled out, to be greeted with great
excitement. Fred then took hold of Caroline, who was nearest to him, and began to fit the regalia
starting with the bridle and bit, then the reins. Mrs Hooper was then given the tail, Caroline bent over
and Mrs Hooper had great delight in pushing the tail right in. Then it was my turn, and finally Anna.
We were dragged over to the carts and positioned between the shafts. Our forearms were strapped
to the shafts, and we were forced down on to the dido. We had become used to this, but it was all
new and exciting to the others. We were released and every body had a go at re-attaching us,
several goes in fact, until they all pronounced themselves ready.
For the rest of the day, apart from a break at lunch time, we were driven round the estate as the
apprentices were shown how to control us properly. We must have covered quite a few miles by the
end of the day, but at least I discovered that the plug in my pussy was slowly becoming more
comfortable, in fact even erotic. Although I kept my eyes down, I did feel that for most of the day, I
was doing rather better than the drivers. We walked and we trotted, our buttocks were lashed, and
the sun beat down. Finally we were taken back to our stalls, to be hosed down this evening, ( no
nice bathroom), and He, who had taken quite a drive with me, then announced that the usual
meeting would take place at 7.30. For a while we were allowed rest.
The master
I went up to my room and freshened up. As I relaxed on the bed, I really had no idea what the
evening would bring. Would she go through with it, change her mind , or cut and run? I knew that all
three possibilities were equally likely.
Finally at a few minutes after seven, I went down to the office. As I opened the door, I saw my new
slave, facing away from me, bent over as far as she could go, her arse in the air, and both hands
clenched on her buttocks, forcing her cheeks as far apart as she could get them. Before I could say
a word, she said “please master, I beg of you, be the first to fuck my arse, thank you master”. in no
time I carried out her wishes, thrusting in and out of her tight little hole as she groaned and
responded by thrusting back against me. When I was about to come I withdrew, forced her to her
knees, and deposited my load in her mouth. “I noticed tears in her eyes as she thanked me again,
and explained that she was sorry to be weeping, but they were tears of fulfilment, as she had, as
she described it, reached her destiny.
I produced the same consent letter , which she signed, and handed over her collar, and wrist and
ankle restraints, all of which she placed on her body.
To save a way of life part 4 garden parties and new delights
The master
I bade her stand, and examined the piercings, which looked a little sore, and flicked the rings
causing them to swing and my slut to wince. She automatically had clasped her hands behind her
neck and was looking down. I said I was pleased with her decision, but would have to make some
things crystal clear. She would be bound by the same rules as the others, she was not to speak
except to request some punishment , or to be allowed to perform sex, or to thank whoever had used
her. . She was at the disposal of everyone who worked on or visited the estate, and would give them
or anybody else I gave her to, total obedience . I said that in some ways she was lucky, unlike the
other sluts she had some idea of what was in store, but her status as a volunteer made it even more
important to give 100%. She would be known as slut 4, which is the only name she would answer
to. She knew the rules, and no allowances would be made. Did she wish to say anything before we
commenced.
“Only, master, that I will not disappoint you, and I really am grateful that you have accepted me, as
rejection would have been too much to bear. I am ready for whatever you have in store”. as the
others were gathered, I took her back upstairs and made her carry her suitcases down the join the
trunks in the cellar, and then led her to the lounge.
Slut 1
At the appointed time we were in the lounge dispensing drinks. Everyone was there except Him, and
Anna, who I suddenly realised I hadn‘t seen all day. They were all busy chatting about their
expertise with the carts. Then the door opened, and in He walked, and to everyone’s astonishment,
He was pulling Anna behind him on a lead like ours. The conversation stopped dead.
“Meet slut 4”, He said. “She has requested a change of status, and I have granted her request”.
Still no-one spoke. “In her new role, she will be available to all of you in the same way as sluts 1 to
3”. “ I am sure she has a request to make”.
Anna looked startled, then realisation dawned. She knelt in front of Sandra, and said, “please
mistress please, would you fuck me please”. In a flash Sandra was up, stripped and her strap-on
Was in place. Anna was bent over the back of the settee, and Sandra was shoving the dildo in her
pussy from the rear with gusto. When she withdrew, Anna knelt at her feet, and said, “thank you so
much mistress, that was wonderful. Now please would one of my masters or mistresses be so kind
as to give me the caning I need”.
Fred was only to pleased to bend her over touching her toes and gave her six strokes, which she
dutifully counted, and thanked him for. Then Mrs Hooper took her across her knees, and spanked
her thoroughly, turning her cheeks bright red. “Again she was thanked profusely. I thought Anna
was going to show she was better than us at obedience.
Then He spoke again. “We will have plenty of time to enjoy our new slut, but we must not forget the
originals”, He said with a smile. “I am also concerned that the pony play must not take over from
everything. Once or twice a week I think is enough for the moment. Slut 4 will need to be trained as
a carriage girl when she is ready, and I can make the arrangements, possibly in a couple of weeks.
You ladies will I am afraid be required to look after two each every morning. I also have the germ of
an idea for when we have four ponies. How about a garden party for your friends? I will leave it to
you to ensure that only people whose discretion can be totally relied upon are invited. Also of course
that nobody who would be shocked or offended. I do not want to lose you friends. About a month’s
time I think. If I can have some feedback from you all. The sluts can do the catering. Tomorrow, we
will have a more normal day, although I do have another skill for them to master soon. Any
Immediate thoughts?”
They all seemed to think it was a great idea. I was not so sure, and nor I imagine were my
daughters, but nobody asked us. I then thought that maybe we had some catching up to do before
Anna put us in the shade. I moved forward and spoke to Fred. “Please sir could you fuck my arse,
and please sir” I added , turning to Paul, “would you be so very kind as to fuck my mouth while he
does it. Unless, of course, sirs there is something else you wish to do to this slut, which would give
you greater pleasure”. Caroline then made similar overtures to Joe, requesting a fucking, and Judy
asked Sandra to use her strap-on again. We had not forgotten with all the new training, and the
sudden appearance of a submissive Anna, what was demanded of us, and we wished to avoid a
whipping if we could.
Everybody got busy, I was well used front and rear, and then as soon as I had given the usual
grovelling thanks, I made sure that the glasses were full.
Eventually we were taken back to the stables and restrained. I watched Anna carrying straw into
one of the empty stalls, then her door was closed and she, like us lay on the floor, and tried to sleep.
The master
For the next week, a routine developed, they were washed down in the morning, they worked in the
garden or the house, they were fed, we had our meetings in the lounge, every couple of days they
were allowed in the bathroom before the meetings, they were occasionally taken to one of the
bedroom for the night, sometimes by one of us men, sometimes by one of the girls. and well used.
Gladys was getting them used to pleasuring women, and Sandra was benefiting.
On two days I varied the routine by getting out the carts. Anna spent most of those days thoroughly
cleaning the stables and yard. I had not realised, but having a true submissive who really desired
and enjoyed punishment and forced sex, was putting extra pressure on the others. They wee not so
keen, but could not afford to seem less willing than her. The pleadings were becoming more
pressing, and it was becoming less necessary to tell them what to ask for.
One evening, the topic turned again to the garden party. They were finding it a little difficult to judge
when, and to whom, they broached the subject. In addition the discretion bit was worrying.
I suggested that they mention what they were enjoying in broad terms, and if interest was shown,
suggest that they were allowed to have guests, but any breath of what was going on would mean
that their privileges would be instantly withdrawn and no further access to guests allowed. I also
mentioned that their friends would find it difficult to credit what they were experiencing, and the
second-hand stories of their friends could lead to derision. Especially if each of them laughed it off.
I also stressed that young children were not to be included, (under 16 perhaps). I could imagine
teenagers finding the whole thing rather exciting.
Gradually they had news of interest, (especially the male staff). Gladys and Sandra were not really
local, but they both had a few people interested. It looked as if we would get about thirty people,
including a few I knew of, from the pony school for instance. It had even been suggested to me that
they could bring a couple of ponies.
It was delicious to discuss this in front of the sluts. Slut 4, I could see was ready for a new
experience, but the others often looked horrified.
Then one morning I turned the screw. I had them chained in the spare stall which Paul had cleared,
in a row, on their knees, with their heads held fast, their wrists clipped t the back of their necks. And
the staff standing behind me. “You may have wondered, or possibly not, what will happen at the
garden party when we have only one toilet out here, which will be required by our lady guests. But
do not worry, I have of course considered that.
You will each take lessons on becoming urinals, and during the day two will be giving rides, and two
will be in here“ I saw that I had made an impact. “ Please make sure you have a high fluid intake“, I
said to the men behind me. “I think it will take a lot of practice to ensure that most of it doesn’t go
on the floor. I was ready, so I stood in front of slut 1, made her say “please master, piss in my
mouth“, made her open wide, really wide, until her jaw was stretched, told her that she was to
remain in position if she didn’t want everyone punished, then released a stream of fluid into her
mouth. She swallowed as much as she could, and I regulated the flow to enable her to breathe, but
still quite a bit was spilt. To her credit, she held her head still. When I finished I just looked at her,
and she immediately said, “thank you master for the gift of your piss. I am sorry that some was
spilt.” “ Very good “ I said, “now you all know what to say“. “You will all remain here all morning
trying as hard as you can to drink everything that enters your mouths. Until further notice you will all
be ready at any time to serve. Then this afternoon you can work in the garden again. I shall expect
extra effort this afternoon to make up for your morning off”.
For the next four hours they drank. Not continuously but often. There was even a noticeable
Improvement by the end, although some were better than others.
Two weeks into her service, slut 4 was taken by Paul to be trained as a pony. I felt that she would
make an excellent pony, and a good addition to our string.
Sure enough when she returned, Paul gave her praise, and I took her out for a spin. She was
certainly faster, and more responsive than the others.
Eventually, a date was set for the garden party. We had a good weather forecast, and were up to
forty guests. My urinals were improving though not perfect. They usually ended each session well
drenched. The day before, four naked sluts stood in the kitchen making sandwiches, cakes and
little trifles under the watchful eye of Gladys. Forty people, (not counting the ponies) needed a fair
amount of food preparation. Everything was taken to the cold room.
They were allowed the bathroom, and Gladys fussed over them. They were oiled and given a
special shave. On the actual morning after liberal application of sun cream, they laid out the trestle
tables, carried the beer, wine and soft drinks out, then sat down to write large signs, in very
large letters, one each, reading as follows.
URINAL
PLEASE PISS INTO MY MOUTH
A further large sign saying men’s toilets was written by all of them, one letter at a time in turn, then
taken down by Fred to be hung over the door.
They then made holes in the top corners of their own signs, and string was threaded through.
Gladys made sure that the signs would be at waist height, in order to ensure their charms were
fully displayed.
Peter and Liz arrived with their ponies, which they tied to a rail in he yard, next to their carts, which
were sturdier, but more comfortable than the ones we had. An hour before opening time they
carried out the food, two were harnessed, as were our guest ponies, and sluts 3 and 4 were taken
into the toilet and fastened into position with their signs on. All of them were reminded to thank
everyone for riding them, or pissing on them, or anything else!. Just before everybody arrived, Peter
was able to test the urinal. I then told Paul he was responsible for ensuring that none of the guests had cameras or mobile phones. That was a route I had no desire to go down.
Slut 1
I had been horrified to hear that we were to be paraded in public. I was mortified to be made to
practice drinking piss. At each meeting it seemed more people were coming. And of course
everything else continued, the beatings, the sex, the continuous thanks and pleadings, and the pony
rides. I had always considered pony rides a lovely expression, and one of my favourite pursuits.
It had now acquired a different meaning.
For most of the afternoon before the party, we stood in the kitchen preparing the food. Mrs Hooper
made sure we all felt the cane, for which we all thanked her. Then the food was carried into the
Pantry, to keep it fresh overnight.
At least on the previous evening we were allowed in the bathroom and sort of pampered. I say sort
of as Mrs Hooper made sure we were rubbed in all the most intimate places. She also gave us a
fresh shave to ensure, as she put it, we all looked our best. We all slept in the house, on the floor of
various bedrooms, mine being Sandra’s, so the strap-on, her very favourite toy, was well used.
The actual morning was frantic, After standing whilst Mrs Hooper and Sandra poured sun cream all
over us, there were tables to be carried down to the field, various drinks, tablecloths, and anything
else that was needed. Then, horror of horrors we had the humiliating task of writing large signs
stating that we were urinals and asking people to piss in our mouths. There was even a sort of game
where we wrote a sign each writing one letter at a time saying men’s toilets. We were made to put
string in the corners of our signs, and kneel up while Mrs Hooper ensured that only our waists were
hidden. Then there was the food to be carried down, in a hurry, with several journeys each, and
several thwacks on our buttocks. Our two trainers from the pony farm were there, with two rather
gorgeous ponies, who were clearly more than ready to be on show.
Caroline and I were harnessed, and Judy were taken in to do the first shift in the toilets.
Finally, people started to trickle in. Most, I think, were fearing a wind-up, but when they perceived
the naked ponies, they couldn’t wait to come and examine us. Jed took one of his friend’s wife and
placed her in the seat behind me. “I am afraid you need to know how to do this“, he said as he took
her for a ride around the field, demonstrating trot, walk and a gentle canter. Then he took his friend,
and we went round the corner out of sight. Jed brought me to a stop, and he and his friend walked
round. I was made to kneel, and my bit removed. “Listen to this,” said Jed. I knew this was my cue
to beg this stranger to let me suck his cock. When he had emptied his load in my mouth, I thanked
him as humbly as I could for cumming in my mouth. As Jed replaced my bit, he was telling his
friend that he and the others had freedom to do that whenever they wanted, and we always begged
for it. The friend was mightily impressed, and Jed promised him further delights later. “Not the two
in the finery”, he said , “they are guests and show ponies. They do it from choice, our sluts do it
because they have to“. I was made to swallow everything before the bit was replaced, and we
trotted back. Most of the time I just trotted round giving rides. Occasionally one of the guests
wanted to examine the harness, and most of them winced at the plug up my cunt. Strangely it didn’t
really worry me any more, it is amazing what you can get used to. Twice more I was made to
demonstrate just how much they were in control, one more cock sucking, and once my tail was
removed so that a guest could anally fuck me, and both times I said my piece, although for the
anal fuck my bit was not removed, so how much he understood, I don’t know, but I tried.
Then I was unharness and taken in to be a urinal, with Caroline. I knelt in position with my sign, and
as the beer was flowing we gradually became busy. Poor Caroline, younger than me and prettier,
was usually the first choice, but we were usually both needed. We dutifully requested the pleasure,
and thanked them as if they were doing us a great favour. Most found this amusing. With so much
going in, we found ourselves pissing where we knelt in the straw. Some of the men were bursting,
and we found ourselves with piss all over our chins and breasts, but Joe was at hand when our time
was up to wipe off the worst. Then it was back to more rides, then more piss, then more rides. All
four available ponies at any time were in constant motion. The “proper” ponies, as I mentally
categorised them, with larger carts, could take three passengers, and gave, I think, better
rides, but they generally stayed in sight, and were not offering our fringe benefits. At last the food
was mostly gone, the air became a little chill, and our guests began to drift away. The other two
ponies were loaded up, and driven away. Then we were unharness and made to clear away. By the
time we had finished it was dusk, and we were put to bed in our stables.
The following day was almost anticlimactic, it was just work in the gardens, sex when required, don’t
forget to make suggestions, don’t forget the pleases and thank-yous. There was also a fair amount
of canes and flogging, just to keep us on our toes.
When it came to the evening meeting, everyone was in high good humour. It appeared that each of
them had contributed to make the day a great success. (Nothing to do with us, of course). A
fortnight hence we were going back to the pony farm for an open day, and when that day came we
were loaded in two lorries and found ourselves part of a big crowd of ponies, being driven and
prodded. Our carts created quite a stir, but to us it was almost surreal, no sex, nominal whipping,
lots of stroking, and proper toilet provisions!
We also had another garden party, much the same as the first, but better attended, (about 60), and
with six guest ponies, which was helpful with the rides, but not the toilets. If I say there was a
constant stream, I am sure you will understand. By the end of the day we were exhausted.
Day merged into day, I began to feel more at ease with what was happening, and even to enjoy the
pony rides. I was also much more aware of the requirements which became second nature, and I
was less terrified of a mistake. It was also instructive to watch Anna, who just totally enjoyed
everything that was done to her. Sex too, which I had largely ignored since the inception of our
children, was sometimes a marvellous experience, when it was sex for sexes sake, and not an
excuse to cause as much pain and humiliation as possible. I suppose it was the public sex for an
audience, that was hardest to bear. I was also a mother, and seeing my daughters treated with such
disdain and lack of worth was particularly difficult. Imagine kneeling next to your daughter and
seeing her begging farm hands to piss in her mouth.
Then one day…….
The master
I thought that I had had as much cooperation and pleasure as I could wish for. As I had so much
money, to ask if I had had value for money was irrelevant. I had to accept that humiliation is my
bag, and they had all carried out their side of the bargain. And tomorrow was the 1st September. I
had not made up my mind what to do with the rest of the money, and the fortunate circumstances of
someone with such a great need, and the courage, yes courage to carry it through were unlikely to
recur. Strangely enough I felt that so disorientated were they, so unaware of the passing days, that
they probably did not know that their ordeal was nearly over. I asked Gladys to bring slut 1 to me.
When she came in, and Gladys left, I looked at her, naked save a collar, her eyes downcast, a
forty-ish woman who still had a good figure, made better by three months of hard labour, unaware of
what I was about to say, fearing the worst, more pain, more humiliation.
“I wonder if you know what day it is“. “No master but I think it is Wednesday or Thursday“, she
replied. “No, slut, but it is August 31st, and your ordeal is almost over”. She literally swayed in front
of me, so I told her to sit. “Master I had almost forgotten that we were to be free one day, I am
unable to understand what you say“. “You must appreciate, that as it is the last day, it will be intense, for everyone, there will be no gradual wind down, however tonight at the end of this last day, I would like you to spend this last night with me, and I would also like to say that you have all carried out your bargains to the letter. Would you , I wonder, have been so keen if you had known what I would demand of you. But tomorrow You will be a wealthy lady again.” I could see she was in turmoil, and I allowed her several moments of silence.
“Master”, she began, ”the strangest thing has happened to me. You are right, I would have baulked
if I had known how low I would be brought. But now, I feel a certain rightness, a comfort zone if that
is not a silly thing to say. Three months ago I gave you a proposition, and now I have another. The
money you now owe me would make my daughters wealthy, and independent. Anna, of course will
be devastated, and all my other staff will not want things to end, even though they will all now have
savings they would never have amassed. I do not know what I will do, but with your blessing, I will
say, give the money to my daughters, let me make over the estate to you, and we will continue as
We have been doing. Anna, will I think, wish to continue as your slave, and I do not think any of the
other staff will be too disappointed at the slight adjustment you may wish to make. I know that you
will humiliate and punish me, I know that you will have sex on demand. You may even wish to
increase my servitude, that is for you to decide.”
Now it was my turn to sit in silence. There was I, not knowing where to go, and now everything I
could wish for was in my hands. I knew it was impossible to refuse, sluts 2 and 3 would go their way
to wealth and happy marriages, even if their husbands found their sex lives unusual, Anna could be
happy, somehow I didn’t see many letters of resignation from he staff, and maybe we might even find a couple more sluts to avoid changing Anna’s name. but I had some important meetings to hold.
I would wish you to carry on as before, today, perhaps you will find it in you to see that everyone has an enjoyable day, a horse ride perhaps for some, a whipping or sex for others. You must cram in everything today. Tomorrow we will all try to find a new modus operandi. Off you go, I have business to deal with.
I then asked Gladys to fetch the other sluts, and have them kneel in the corridor outside my office. When they were in position, I took slut 2’s lead and led her into the office. I discovered that she, too had lost track of time, as indeed they all had, as I was to discover. I told her of her imminent release. “Tomorrow, you will be Caroline” I said. “You are aware that your mother will be owed six million pounds tomorrow“. However, a change has been requested. I have been asked to stay here with your mother, with our present relationship, and I have agreed. Instead of my previous arrangement, I have decided to give you and your sister, five million pounds each. You will be independent, and can then make your own lives, and maybe you will want to forget what has happened here. You may even find some nice man to marry. All I would ask is that you keep up your bargain to the bitter end, and I expect even greater cooperation today”.
“Master,” she replied, “I really do not know what to say. If it is what she really desires, I wish you both good luck and happiness. Your generous offer is overwhelming. I can assure you that I will play a full part today, to the very end. I would also like to know that I would be welcomed as a guest, even maybe to give a few pony rides for old times sake“. I assured her of a welcome whenever she wished it, and discretion if she desired it, with anyone she brought with her.
“Thank you master, I will go and do my duty“. I then asked her not to do anything, by word or gesture, as she left, and to remember that she was not to speak to the other sluts until tomorrow, which I appreciated, would be difficult. I then dismissed her and fetched her sister.
My speech to her was on similar lines. He reaction showed as much gratitude, but I noticed that there was no mention of visits or pony rides. Perhaps, I thought, that may come later. She also promised to contonue for the last day with increased enthusiasm, which pleased me, but I did sense that her thoughts were already on her new wealth, and where she was going to live.
As she left I led in my youngest slut, the volunteer. I again explained that the time was up in the morning, at which she burst into tears. “Oh master” she said through her tears, “but I have been so happy”. I explained the new arrangements in some detail, and told her that I would place £250,000 in a savings account. “However”, I added,”life here will continue much as before, with a few less slaves, although that might change. If you really desire it, I will keep you here as before, and you will be able to decide when you want to leave, and access your money”. Through a renewed bust of tears she thanked me, saying “yes please, yes please master“. I told her to dry her tears, to run along like a good little slut, but to know that if ever she wished it to end, she only had to come to me and say so.
I then went in search of Gladys, and asked her to fetch all the staff. When they were gathered I spoke.
“I am sure you are all aware of the date. You may not be aware, though, that your former mistress has asked me to stay, while releasing her daughters with sufficient money to make them independent. Your former colleague has also asked to stay. So, although there will be some adjustments, the men would need to go back to the stables, but here would be less disruption to the bedrooms than had seemed likely and there are some other ramifications I haven’t even started to think about, life here will continue more or less as before. I have some hope that a couple of extra slaves may be found. Who knows? I cannot thank you enough for your support, and each of you will receive £100,000 as a payment for your efforts. Anyone who wishes to take he money and run goes with my blessing. I will negoiate higher salaries with each of you who wishes to stay.”
Gladys, always the spoksperson, thanked me for my generosity, and went on to say that from her discussions, she could think of no one who would be leaving, and no one who was not delighted at the turn of events.
I thanked her, and suggested that they run along and make the most of the rest of the day.
That they did, and great was the fucking, the whipping , caning and spanking, and all the ponies were given plenty of exercise.
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