The Stable Master

Continued from: Ponytail

A Sarah Jane story: The Stable Master

I was still freaking out and fixated on the line, "be brave." Which was the last thing Bella said to me before she left my training stall to await the arrival of Mistress Andrea. When Mistress eventually appeared, her immersion into the scene was incredible as always. She was such an arousing and intimidating figure, oozing with feminine power and sexuality. 

In her right hand she held a horse whip. Or a riding crop I guess it's commonly known. She also had a lunge whip, like this: 

My bare ass and hips were not looking forward to that vicious, thin strand of leather. Fuck, that whip had a bite to it when I eventually felt it kiss my bare thighs...but that came later on. First, I had to be accessorized. 

The tone in my stall was very formal and proper. Bella was addressing Mistress as "Madam Trainer". A Stable Master she was not...Stable Madam maybe? 

While they were basking in their old-English formalities, I didn't feel quite as elegant as the manner in which they were speaking. I felt far more degraded and dirty. Bare naked near a straw bale, in a makeshift farm-stall, with my tits dangling like a cow and drool bubbling from my mouth-bit. 

The situation got incredibly worse for me, when Mistress unraveled the garden hose and sprayed down my pussy and asshole. I screamed into my bit-gag from the shock of the water blast. It wasn't cold but it certainly wasn't warm water either, coming out of that hose-nozzle. 

Thankfully, Bella was close-by with a towel, to pat-dry my shamefully exposed bum hole and cunt. When the soft towel made contact I flinched. My mind was racing as I pulled against my restraints to try and free myself. Every sensation was heightened, my heart was pounding out of my chest and I was flinching and twitching with every touch, just like a pony.

Next I felt a big glob of cold lubricant, on the end of Mistress' finger that had just invaded my asshole. Her leather-gloved digit penetrated me with ease, but I still clenched immediately, squeezing her tightly. 

Right away Mistress noticed my squeezing, my futile attempt to repel the intruder from my anus. 

"Good guuuuuurl," she praised. Then she proceeded to clack her tongue against the roof of her mouth, as if she was calling a horse. 

*tutt* *tut* 

"Squeeze me again, that's it," she said. As she continued her mouth-clacking: *tutt-tut* *tutt-tut*

I clenched and squeezed her finger a second time...OMFG! 

I was trying to be brave, like Bella said, but the tears were coming. I've never felt so dirty and dehumanized in my entire life!! 

In my mind I was repeating "yellow", "yellow", "yellow", over and over again. I wanted to say it, to bring an end to this horror, but my naughty cunt didn't let me. My filthy whore of a cunt was loving this...and I hated her for it!  

Next came a moan, an audible confirmation of my arousal and lust. It was a whorish, guttural *groan* actually, that escaped my gagged mouth, as Bella seated the girthy tail-plug into my ass. 

I could feel my pussy pulsating, they were tremors of arousal as my clit ached for attention. Bella helped me down and out of my bondage and held me tight. I was trembling in her arms while Mistress used a hairbrush to brush out my actual ponytail. 

They helped me into thigh-high stockings, so my feet and legs would more easily glide into the elaborate boots. 

They weren't quite hoof-boots, which I have seen on the internet before. I was slightly relieved. Actual hooves, head-harnesses with ears and pulling a carriage around the lawn would have broken me. I would have safe-worded out of that level of humiliation. It didn't seem like Mistress Andrea's style, and I was glad when this was confirmed. 

My pony-boots were like a platform heel but without the heel, so they forced me onto tip-toe. I stood at attention before Madam Trainer and kept my head high and alert. The posture of the boots caused my entire core to tighten, my legs to flex and my hungry bum-hole to clench around the tail-plug. 

Every strand of soft leather had a buckle, every connecting point on my body had a padlock. My arms were trapped within a binder that kept them folded behind my back and above my bum. This served to thrust my tits forward while exposing my ass and hips for the sizzle of the whips. 

The elaborate ensemble was finally finished with two clamps on my nipples, each with a brass bell. As I hobbled around the stall in those dreadful boots, my tits would occasionally jingle and all the padlocks would clatter. My restrained and over-stimulated body was reacting in ways I couldn't explain. Aching with whorish arousal, sickened with humiliation and not knowing whether to cry or to beg Mistress to let me cum.

I half-expected that I was going to receive a whipping first, but much to the relief of my throbbing cunt, "Madam Trainer" decided to fuck me instead. Very simply, Bella started filming from the corner of the stall, Mistress attached reins to my bit-gag so my head was guided upwards, forcing me to look into the camera. Then she lifted my tail out of the way and plunged a strap-on into my pussy. 

The minutes that followed were an embarrassing symphony of guttural moans, muffled by my gag, the jingle of bells, and that shameful mixing of Kraft Dinner sound, emanating from my sloppy cunt.

I was experiencing a range of emotion and sensation that far exceeded anything I had endured at this Facility before. All of this felt like I was now operating at a different level of submission, more elite, if that makes sense? Like this whole journey of mine was still in the minor leagues, but today, I just made it to the majors...and this was only day ONE, of I don't know how many more to come, in the stalls!!

FUCK! What have I gotten myself into? 

As I sit here typing this for all of you and reflecting on how many times I just shamefully orgasmed and dripped onto that straw floor, my entire body feels like I spent six hours at the gym. 

Despite the body aches, my legs and ass feel tight and jacked! My core feels like I've done 1000 crunches. Who needs a gym membership? I'd rather be a pony slave! 

sarah jane xoxo

 

Continued in: When the Cat is Away...

     

 

 
 

  

 

 

Ponytail

Continued from: Back to School

A Sarah Jane story: Ponytail

Hello everyone, it's Sarah Jane writing to you, under Mistress Andrea's strict instruction. I just came back from the stables, having completed my first day of pony training. I'll try to write about it now...I might be a little lost for words though. I still feel so degraded and ashamed about the whole situation. About how something so humiliating, betrays my naughty cunt so badly. I fuckin' hate her right now! I hate when my cunt does this to me, betraying and exposing me like this. I don't know whether to cry right now, or throw my legs in the air and masturbate. My mind is so messed up...conflicted. 

I guess I'll start with the initial conversation I had with Bella, when I first descended into the dungeon space of The Facility and found Bella near the stables, waiting for me. My only instructions from Mistress was to arrive naked, with my hair done in a high-pony. 

She's always so Goddamn elegant and gorgeous. She's intimidating to be around, and now she was holding a horsewhip. 

"Are you going to whip me, Bella? Or Ma'am? What am I required to call you?" I nervously asked her, ignorant of the protocols of pony training. 

"No Honey. I am not going to whip you and you don't call me anything. I am a slave also, remember?"   

"In-fact, you and I aren't allowed to speak to each other at all. When Mistress arrives just keep your eyes down and listen for her commands." 

"So, you've done this before, Bella? What's it like? Is all this necessary, this horse training?" 

I watched her eyes glaze-over with moisture, as her gaze became distant, like she was accessing some horrible, traumatic memory.

 

In an emotionally-shaky voice, she responded. 

"It's...*sigh*...it's dreadfully humiliating, what you're about to experience, Sarah."

She paused, dramatically, allowing my suspense, curiosity and butterflies to frenzy.

"But if you're anything like me, when it comes to humiliation, Sarah...well, you know...what it does to people like us?" 

She blushed deeply, unable to hide her shame as she eluded to involuntary arousal. 

"So I have to become a horse, or act like one? In order to feel more humiliated?" 

"No, no Honey. Pony training is much more than that. It teaches you how to move gracefully and elegantly, with deliberate purpose. It accentuates your sexuality, by framing and presenting your most intimate areas. It strengthens and elongates your legs, tightens your bum and works your core." 

"Despite how terribly humiliating it is, it's meant to prepare you for the elegance and grace that is required in the Upper Floor."

"And you'll be here too, Bella? In the stables?"

"Yes. When Mistress trains you she likes having a witness to your humiliation. Pony training down here is always done in pairs."

I think I audibly groaned, like a total whore, at the realization Bella would bear witness to whatever awaited me. 

"Now c'mon, quick. Get into your stall. Mistress will punish us both if we're out of position. 

I soon found myself in a strappado pose, with a spreader bar forcing my legs open and a pony bit in my mouth. 

Everything was facing my stall door and on display. My dripping cunt, my puckered asshole, I felt so exposed and aroused at the same time. Bella told me she'd be right outside the door, then she told me to be brave. That was the last time we spoke to one another for the rest of the session. Mistress Andrea was coming down the hall. 

As I dangled, helpless in my stall, bound and gagged...my mind was racing. That line freaked me out. What exactly was I in for here? 

And WTF did she mean?! "Be brave"...??!

I guess I was about to find out. I could hear commanding boot-clicks against the floors outside my stall. 

My trainer had arrived...

To be continued. 

sarah jane xoxo

Continued in: The Stable Master

 

  

 

Back to School

Continued from: Old Flame

A Sarah Jane story: Back to School

Hi everyone, it's Sarah Jane, or as Daddy and Bella started calling me, "the summer intern" *giggle*. 

It was a cute title. It made me feel youthful and a bit slutty. Like bending at the waist to pick-up a dropped pencil slutty, or deliberately bending over desks to read as the boss came in the room. I always made sure my skirt would ride-up during these moments, so my stocking-tops would peek through. 

If you remember, I was promoted into the role of Secretary at the Facility. I ended up spending much of the summer actually working in an office environment, with Bella and Daddy (who was playing the role of my boss). I spent an awful lot of time on my knees, with the boss' dick in my mouth. These moments were very pleasant for me and I loved that I was permitted to dress like a slutty Secretary.   

Other times, if I was naughty, things would become very degrading and humiliating. The boss would send me back to my desk after taking a facial from him. I would have to wear his cum on my face until the end of the workday, in front of Bella too! Which was the worst part. 

I was frequently required to sexually service her also, when the boss ordered it. I ended up becoming very well acquainted with her beautiful pussy.

As my summer internship being the office slut came to an end, I got a week off at the end of August. I think my "boss" was doing some other things with Mistress Andrea and her wife, Summer. I didn't ask or question, I would have been punished if I did.

Surprisingly, when I returned to the Facility after Labour Day, I was put through the full ringer and check-in process that any standard-issue client would experience. I was stripped of all my clothing and personal items. These were taken and locked in a locker and I soon found myself vulnerable and bare naked, standing before Mistress Andrea in her office. I thought I was in shit or something. 

My journey at this Facility started in a jail cell in the basement, in shackles...being brutally used, fucked and whipped, day and night, by my Master. (I loved every second of that phase!) 

Next I was put into adult diapers, and I had a Daddy Dom to care for me and correct me when needed. That period of time was probably the most humiliating for me, as an adult woman. 

Through several promotions for obedience and sexual exploration, I was dressed like a little girl, then a junior schoolgirl. As I spent some time in these roles, I became more enthusiastic about sexually pleasing women, which was completely new for me. This willingness got me promoted to senior schoolgirl and by the time I made it to the slutty Secretary phase, I was having sex with Bella on the regular. 

Now, I found myself standing before Mistress Andrea, bare naked, looking down at a school uniform and a pair of Mary Janes on her desk. I actually thought I was going to be spanked and demoted by her for some reason. 

It was quite the opposite actually. Given the date, she told me it was time to go back to school. Not for lessons or instruction though. This time, I was doing my final exams!

Mistress entered the classroom and produced a cane, a wooden paddle and a strap. She made it abundantly clear that I would be getting all three implements on the bare, if I did not get an 85% or higher on my exam.

This was the final test, literally, to determine if I would move on to the next phase and wow was it ever epic. Someone put a lot of time into creating this test. It was as humiliating for me as it was arousing. With multiple choice questions like: 

Select the answer that is the most correct:

You are kneeling and performing a blowjob on a random guest of the Facility. He has cum into your mouth. What do you do next? 

a) Swallow all of his cum and use my mouth to clean the rest of his cock. 

b) Swallow all of this cum and verbally thank him for it. 

c) Excuse yourself politely to go spit his cum out, down the sink.

d) Find a nearby slave-sister to kiss, so you can both share the man's cum

e) Swallow all of his cum, verbally thank the man, then kiss the tip of his penis 

There were true and false questions, along with every aspect of spanking theory and implement selection. There was even images of slaves in certain poses, where I had to choose the official title of the pose. Like this one. Which is called "present", by the way. 

Despite the significant length of this final exam, I was breezing through it with confidence. Every answer was jumping off the page at me, the rules and rituals and protocols that had been drilled into me since I began this journey, were all test questions.

I truly believe I nailed this test. I walked it back into the "Principal's" office with pride and handed it to Mistress Andrea for marking. She took a quick skim of the pages, then asked me to go back to the classroom to fetch the cane, paddle and strap...Uh oh! What did she see?! 

She made me stand in the corner and face the walls while she marked my exam. Also, she strategically placed the intimidating looking implements around and near me, so I could see them out of the corners of my eyes and become anxious.  

Mistress took her time with the marking as I was alone with my thoughts in the humiliating, time-out corner. As the minutes slowly ticked by, I began to second-guess myself and some of the test questions I could remember. 

There was one about ass-to-mouth and how frequently I should experience this degrading act, to remind me of my place. Shit...did I get that one wrong? 

There was a true/false question about always being on my tiptoes when not in heels. I couldn't quite remember...did I pick true on that one or what it a trick question? Fuck! My bare butt was going to be purple if I failed this test. 

My inner dialog came to an abrupt halt when Mistress finally spoke, asking me to stand at attention in front of her desk. 

She wasted no time in informing me of my results. 

"You achieved a 94% on your test, Sarah Jane. Very nicely done young lady." She said, with a tone of a proud parent. 

"You may remove your schoolgirl uniform and fold it neatly," Mistress continued. 

I undressed right away and knelt, trying to hide my inner joy upon hearing my exam mark. 

Mistress began to speak. 

"You're one step closer to the Upper Floor, Sarah Jane. I am proud of you." 

Awww! That was sweet of her to say. 

"You know you can safeword out of this arrangement and out of this place whenever you wish, okay?" She kindly said. 

I said, "yes Mistress Andrea," using her full title in my response. But my mind was racing. Why would she say something like that? I just nailed her final exam and I'm one step closer to becoming a sex slave of the Upper Floor. Was I missing something? 

"If you'd like to continue, Sarah Jane, I expect you to report to Bella down in the stables, tomorrow morning. I'll be joining you to begin your pony training."

Oh...right. This horribly humiliating phase! 😢

FUCK!

sarah jane xo

Continued in: Ponytail

 

Bella's Anal Training

Continued from: Bella's Enema

I had Bella strung up in the dungeon, bound to a St. Andrew's Cross, with two electrical pads on her nipples. They're like the little tens unit pads people use for massage. They work great for BDSM scenes and can actually tantalize some pretty sensitive areas without being painful. 

For extended nipple stimulus I prefer the electro-pads to clamps. Clamps hurt like hell when you remove them and leave the nipples sore and sensitive (I admit, there is a time and place for this). With the pads, as soon as you turn the juice off there is no residual effect, at ALL.  

It feels like a pins and needles fuzziness. You wanna experience a wild fuckin' orgasm? Put the pads on your clit and around your pussy and masturbate, or have someone go down on you! Holy Hannah! You best be bound to something! 

Summer asked me for the remote, to shock Bella's nipples. What a little sadist! 

She sat on my lap like a little girl playing with a new Christmas toy and studied the remote.

I showed Summer how to turn it on and showed her the dials, encircled by numbers zero through eight.

"Treatment Strength"!  LOL

This was treatment alright. Therapeutic BDSM. There is no better escape from adulting in the world! 

"Nurse Summer, give her a 2". I told her. 

Summer turned both dials of the remote to number 2. Bella immediately began moaning in pleasure. A hands-free twirling of her nipples would be what it felt like, and she loved it!

"Now give her 8", I told Summer. 

She cranked the dials right up to the maximum of 8. Bella squealed out loud with her eyes shut and her body tensed-up against her binds. 

Seconds later, Summer backed the dials off to zero. 

"Ohhh Mistress, this is FUN. This is so fuckin' hot"! Summer gasped out loud to me.

My little sadist wasn't wrong. I could feel it between my legs too. I dabbed my fingers into my soaked pussy and guided them into Summer's mouth. 

"Oh I know it's hot little one...see?" I purred to her as Summer sucked my pussy from my gloved-fingers. 

"Make me cum", I ordered her. 

"Yes Mistress", she replied, all breathy and aroused. 

I turned the juice back onto Bella's nipples and set it at a 5. A nice mixture of both pleasure and discomfort. Bella's noises were a symphony of lustful moans and punished yelps. It was sadistic perfection and I was the conductor!

Summer licked me to an amazing orgasm while I sat back and enjoyed Bella's torture, watching her own pussy drip strands of pre-cum from the screening of her chastity belt. 

Summer got up and kissed me, transferring my pussy juices from her lips onto mine. Such a hot move! I taught her well. 

It seems the session plan somewhat derailed here. Bella was here for anal training, not cuckquean torture. Oh well, my pleasure and amusement is paramount, Summer's is second and Bella gets whatever...she's a slave.

However, I DID in-fact tell her she was here for anal training and we forced her to release an enema right in front of us, to prep her for anal. I suppose we should turn some attention to her naughty little pucker. 

We got Bella bound to the apparatus chair and Nurse Summer went back to business, fingering and violating Bella's asshole. 

I stood back to supervise, watching Summer use dildo after dildo into Bella's butt, a gradual crescendo of size and length. 

Once she was nice and gaped for Summer, I helped her into a strap-on harness and gave her a nudge to go to town on my anal slave.

What an amazing view Summer had. A perfectly framed target!

Summer's cock slid into Bella's ass with ease. They both groaned and gasped out loud. 

Summer gave Bella a nice, hard fucking, right up her slutty ass. Bella grunted and moaned while her locked-up pussy was left throbbing and denied. 

Summer carried on for a little while, until I whispered to her that a re-lubrication was likely needed. She pulled out of Bella's ass and gave her several hard slaps, calling her an ass-slut in the process. 

Bella began to beg, assuming her ass fucking was all over. 

"Please Mistress, more please! I want to cum", she cried out to me. 

"You're hoping for another anal orgasm, slut? Do you feel you deserve one?" I asked her. 

"Yes Mistress, please! Please, I'll be a good slut for you! Please take my ass!", she pleaded. 

Summer passed off the strap-on and harness like it was a track and field baton, before getting back into her slutty nurse dress. We got Bella's ankles and wrists into a lockable pillory, forcing her into a jackknifed position. 

I turned her nipple electricity up to 4 and handed Summer the remote, all while plunging my cock into Bella's asshole. 

That did it! 

Bella was soon screaming out loud that she was about to cum.

Summer continued to work the nipple remote, taking it from level 4 to 8 and back again, amidst telling me to, "bang the slut harder". 

With her electrified tits flopping about, all while grunting and begging to cum, the vocalizations and sensory overload had Bella right on edge.

She was shaking and screaming like one of the porn actresses from a squirting video, screaming like she was being murdered. Liquid burst out from the confines of her chastity screening when she finally came.

Again, much like Bella's pony session, this was one of the hardest and heaviest orgasms I've ever seen. Even Summer sat up in her chair, raising an eyebrow to the sight before her, likely wanting to give this a try herself. 

This was a heavy session, we were all spent! 

As we left the dungeon it was all smiles and hugs. We got Bella undressed and un-plugged, removing her electro-pads and lingerie. I kept her chastity belt locked on and asked Summer to go give her a wash- up in the shower. 

"Mistress, can Bella stay for dinner?" Summer blurted out. Gawd she was so adorable sometimes! 

She spoke like she was six years old, asking if she can have a friend over for a sleepover.

Sure huni, if it's ok with Bella's parents, I played along! haha. 

I think Summer likes her new play toy!

"Be sure to offer her an “appetizer” first huni, before dinner", I said to Summer as I left the room. 

"Yes Mommy", Summer replied. 

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: MDLG Dinner Party

  

 

 

Bella's Pony Play

Continued from: The BDSM Spectrum

I have an amazing pony play session all lined up for Bella, do you think I can find my fuckin' beige riding breeches? The ones that look amazing with black boots. The ones that are so tight across my gorgeous ass, that they look like they're painted on?

F**k!

I had to take things in a different direction with my attire. I decided on a mixture of formal equestrian wear, combined with Yellowstone, slutty and crazy barrel racer. I'll still look hot, Bella will be a puddle for me regardless. 

I wasn't able to find an actual barn, play space. They were all either dirty or smelly, so I decided to renovate my dungeon space for this session.

Bella was booked. I sent her some online porn homework, to explore and report back to me on. She had never seen pony play in BDSM before. I set her up with some material and videos to review. 

She was absolutely horrified at what was to come, and excited, embarrassed, aroused and soon to be humiliated. The contradictory cocktail of emotions she must have been experiencing, leading up to this day, I couldn't even imagine the butterflies she must have.

I told her to dress "country-slutty" for me. There would be no check-in with Cassandra this time, no anticipation or waiting. Bella knew she was getting a spanking first, then taken right to the "barn" next. If she fussed, the spanking would quickly become a woodshed strapping.  

I hiked her little ripped jeans down, her panties next, and started-in on her bare bum. A steady and meaningful hand-spanking. 

When I got her jeans and heels off, it turns out she wore nude stockings under her jeans, so the nylon pops through the jean-rips, to give her legs a flawless appearance. Cute idea, I thought. 

Bella received a nice, long warm up, before I asked her to kneel in the pose she is familiar with, we call it "open". 

"No timeouts in the corner today young lady, remain in "open" for me while I change. Get your hair into a high pony, you're not to move and you're to keep your legs spread and cunt displayed. 

"Yes Ma'am", she obeyed and blushed at my crass choice of words. 

I returned to find her in the same pose, trembling with anticipation and soaking with arousal. I clicked closer to her in my boots, inspecting her positioning and her ponytail. 

She knelt deeper, to kiss the smooth leather of my boots as I invitingly outstretched a foot. 

"Mmmm, good girl", I purred. 

I put Bella in a head-harness, mouth gag and leather collar. I led her to the dungeon and into her new pony stall. 

The setting was perfect. I could see Bella's eyes darting around the space. Likely mortified that she had been placed in a make-shift, horse stall with a straw floor. 

"I have to get all your tack on slave girl". I said to her. 

"But first, I need to calm that pussy down a bit. You are WAY to aroused right now", and I shook my head at her. 

She groaned into her gag, utterly ashamed over her soaked pussy, reacting to this environment. 

We got her into stockings and pony boots, which buckled and padlocked to her feet and knees. 

I helped her up onto a wooden pony, torture device and watched as she lowered her weight onto the unforgiving spine. The next little while will be spent watching her shift and adjust, trying to keep the painful pressure off her pussy lips, clit and asshole. 

After a solid 15 minutes on the wooden horse while I sat on a straw bale and watched, I asked if she was ready for her pony plug. The alternative option I gave her, was to just stay on the wooden torture horse. 

She cried and nodded her head. Bubbling spit from her harness gag in an attempt to say, "plug please, plug please Ma'am". 

I re-bound her in strappado, so her creamy little asshole was pointed directly at me. I chose a lovely and sleek, black-haired butt plug to match her actual pony tail. It looked beautiful on her. Or in her, rather. 

Next came a stainless chastity belt, to keep her pussy locked down and out of play. Her plug tail cascaded nicely from the anal opening in the chastity belt. Another head harness with some padlocks, an arm binder and finally, a nipple chain with some bells, she was all set. But my gawd was she ever humiliated! Her eyes were bloodshot from the stinging of her tears. 

I penned her up in her stall and locked the gate. Then I just sat back to watch her attempts to balance on the awkward heels, squeeze and contract on her plug, and jingle about from her loose and flopping tits. 

As some time passed and her struggles intensified, I asked if she was ready to go outside for some trot and prance training. 

Her eyes widened from behind her face harness. She shook her head violently in protest. 

I led her from her stall by her harness reins and whipped her in a crouch position. 

Eventually I returned her to her stall and calmly spoke. 

"Do you need to safeword out, Bella?"

She shook her head no. 

"Then it's time to go out the back for some prancing", I replied. 

She groaned and cried, but eventually lowered her head and allowed herself to be led outside by her reins. I could only imagine what was going on under the metal shrouds of that chastity belt. I bet there was an absolute frenzy in the works. 

I told her how I wanted her to lift her knees high and prance. Very controlled, very dainty. She practiced on the spot for me, while scanning the horizon and windows for any peeping neighbours. 

She did a quick trot for me, then a prance. All while I whipped her bare butt and flanks, encouraging her to keep her knees up and move slowly and under control. 

I saved her from any further embarrassment and led her back to her stall inside. I'm sure her humiliation levels were at the critical point, yet when I bent her over her stall to remove her tail-plug, I saw what success looked like! 

The poor, poor thing! She just can't help it! Little spider-silk strands of cum, dripped from the metal screening housing her pussy. 

I kept her in her head harness and gag and entered her bottom hole with my strap-on, through the little opening that the chastity belt provides. 

Before long she was screaming and making sounds through her gag that I hadn't heard her make before. I slowed right down and stopped. I thought I was hurting her.

She began to violently shake her head no and started to buck her ass and hips back into my harness, fucking her own butt with the dildo. I held her reins to control her bucking and to pull back on her gag, but she only got more frantic. Her tits continued to bob and jingle with abandon, perfectly framed and presented by her armbinder. 

She didn't want me to slow down at all, she wanted me to....

OMG! She was cumming from anal only! 

She was screaming "NOOOO" and "FUUUUUCK" at the top of her lungs while her legs shook and liquid squirted from the screening of her metal chastity.  

I've never heard Bella swear before, not even during the most severe spanking over my knee... 

While we were debriefing this pony session and doing aftercare, she pinned me down all cute-like, wearing my hat too, which made her even more cute. 

"Mistress, what the fuck was that?! What did you do to me!!?" 

She gritted her teeth and pinned my hands down, trying to act serious. 

I indulged her passionate cuteness and fought her off, up into a sit. I kissed her deeply. 

"I think someone likes being a pony slave, that's what happened”, I purred. 

"Oh Gawd! Thank you Mistress!", she sighed and groaned in embarrassment.

"Did I actually cum and squirt from being assfucked, Mistress", she asked me innocently. 

"Why yes you did, pony slave", I cooed.   

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

Continued in: Sissy sucks and cucks