Ghost's Files

Sir Viktor's Reforms

2006-09-30T04:56:00.000-07:00

Sir Viktor’s Reforms
Alan Gabriel

Clip clop! Clip clop! Clip clop!
The strong sure rhythm echoed down the street heralding the arrival of Sir Viktor.
Sir Viktor was not only the village’s wealthiest citizen, he was also the unofficial ruler of the entire region. His influence was wide and deep which is why no one remarked when his carriage arrived pulled by six naked women clad only in the leather dressage fitting a ponygirl.
The sleepy hamlet had been rather behind the times, until Sir Viktor had taken a hand in educating the people on the modern world. He had brought better schools, hospitals and even the internet to the tiny village lost in the mountains.
But, as is the wont of humans, with each progression came perversion. Not ten years ago, if some poor lass had walked down main street in a miniskirt, she might have been stoned as a whore. Now, whenever his Lordship came to town, he was preceded by these six women, bare to the eyes of the world!
No one ever spoke to the girls, either from embarrassment, or because Sir Viktor himself, as well as his driver, treated them much as the animals they served as. Mothers would admonish their children for staring at the naked flanks and breasts of the young girls, and men would covertly eye them, when their wives were not looking.
It is interesting to note, that whenever Sir Viktor made a visit to town, there seemed an increase in foot traffic in whatever district he was heading. Not to mention an increase in the amorous attentions husbands paid their wives shortly after his departure.
The girls were all local stock, as it were. Young village girls who applied for work at Sir Viktor’s estate and soon found themselves, by one set of events or another, bitted and bridled. It is intriguing to wonder if it was harder for the villagers to look at their former friends and neighbors now reduced to the class of beasts of burden, or perhaps, if former hostilities caused many hidden smirks amongst the masses.
One unfortunate occurrence, when a father spied his young daughter as part of the team causing him to rant and violently abuse the driver brought the matter to a head and demanded an explanation for this rather bizarre display.
A town meeting was called in which Sir Viktor explained he was not kidnaping, nor brainwashing the young women into serving him in such a manner. Rather, for their services, they were paid handsomely, and their families taken care of for the term of their service. When he explained just how well paid and taken care of, one man actual stood and offered his daughter to Sir Viktor for use as a plow mule.
The embarrassed girl, a rather heavy set lass but with a strong seeming frame, blushed profusely and pleaded softly with her father, who ignored her and began a humiliating account of how although she was not as attractive as the other girls they had seen, she was strong and could serve well at pulling a plow.
It wasn’t long after when several others, mostly fathers and husbands but a more wives and mothers than one would think, stood up and offered their girls. Quite quickly, it seemed the problem had solved itself and things continued rather peaceably. Sir Viktor was most pleased as well, as his stables were promptly filled with young girls of various levels of attraction for him to use and peruse at his leisure.
To this day, the small village in the hills remains isolated for the most part, it’s population a mere fifteen hundred people. Although it is not known wether this census marks Sir Viktor’s livestock as people or not, one can rest assured, Sir Viktor’s Reforms are here to stay!

Karadas

2006-06-23T21:30:00.000-07:00

For those that do not know, Karada is a style of japanesse rope bondage that is not only very effective but also very beautiful. until recently it was also a skill that was beyond my many talents but I was shown this simple, easy to use how to guide found here:
http://www.shibari.info/kata/karada/
I will be adding it to my links for future referances as well, so I hope you enjoy, and yes, I am still working on future stories to post here and on other sites.
Until then,
Ciao for now

Bobbi's Tail Chapter 6

2006-04-18T14:55:00.000-07:00

The chastised puppygirl had hoped to limp quietly into her bed at the foot of her Owner’s bed, but was not successful.
Mrs. Stevenson knew what Bobbi had done and decided to further punish her. As she dragged the whimpering pup outside, she smiled softly to see her trying to go limp, the way a real dog would to keep you from taking them to the vet.
She scratched at the backdoor and whimpered loudly, begging in puppy fashion to be let back in.
When the kitchen light went out, she knew she was in the doghouse. Literally.
She had a doghouse, made especially for her, but she hated to sleep alone. So, since she hadn’t been chained to it, she made her way to the stables, hoping to snuggle up next to one of the ponies.
Hiding in the shadows, Bobbi made her way to the stables and crept to the open door.
When she poked her head in, she saw the three ponies, free of their tack, dangling from the ceiling in the shower area. Raymond was hosing down Cinnamon, who was almost dancing in place from the cold spray of water.
As she slipped in unnoticed, Bobbi saw more of the other two ponies.
Biscuit was watching Raymond and Cinnamon with rapt attention, a small puddle forming between her feet as her lust dripped down her thighs.
Firestorm, on the other hand, was all but limp in her bonds. Her eyes were closed and she appeared asleep on her feet.
For the first time, Bobbi saw the scarlet pony free of her chastity belt and could not resist this chance to taste the newest addition to the farm.
She carefully snuck behind Raymond the stable hand to avoid detection, and slipped in close to Firestorm who was indeed snoring softly under her bit. At the first tentative lick the ruby pony’s eyes jerked open and she looked down at the happy pup who then delved deep into her aching sex.
It didn’t take long for the warmth of the first orgasm she had had in so long began to build inside her. She closed her eyes and forgot for a moment the awful stinging of her lashed body. Her scored flesh trembled and tightened as she began to cum. Just as she threw her head back to scream her pleasure, another scream sounded first.
Hurriedly looking to her right, Firestorm saw Biscuit prancing and whinnying as loudly as she could to gain Raymond’s attention.
As the stable hand glanced over at the commotion, he saw the pup buried in Firestorm’s crotch and quickly rushed over, spraying them both with the cold, cold hose.
At the first touch of the icy water, Bobbi jerked away and scrambled to safety as Firestorm’s orgasm slipped away from her grasp.
"Well, that was close!" Ray remarked as he sprayed the piqued pony’s cunt, further squelching any chance of her release.
As Raymond leashed the naughty puppy to the wall far away from the naked ponies, Firestorm glared angrily at Biscuit who only glared back.
Bobbi watched from her spot as the ponies were scrubbed down and secured again in their chastity’s. She whined softly to herself as her tongue rolled around her muzzle savoring the taste of the scarlet pony.
Once the ponies were dried off and placed in their sleeping arm binders, Raymond led each one into their stalls and locked them in before turning his attention again to the naughty puppy sulking in the corner.
"Well, I take it you did something wrong, seeing as you’re out here this late."
Bobbi looked up at him and whined softly.
Raymond walked over to her and untied her leash from the eyelet and lead her slowly to the spare stall. When she slipped inside the straw covered pen, Ray removed her leash and closed the door, locking her in for the night.
"Night, pup," he said as he left the stable heading for the main house.
After sniffing around the pen for a few brief minutes, Bobbi laid down and fell quickly asleep.
Cassie was bent over the table in the main dining room.
Her skirts were shoved up over her hips and her naked thighs and buttocks were bared to the world. Her smooth sex peeking out from between her firm thighs.
She closed her eyes in delight as her Mistress’ hands caressed her downy cheeks.
"Ready, Cassie?"
"Yes, Ma’am," she said softly, knowing what was about to come.
As those beloved hands slowly left, she waited.
"Hiiisssss-THWAK!"
She screamed as the cane cut into her tender flesh, leaving deep red welts instantly on her pale skin. Hands scrambling over the dark wood of the table as blow after blow struck painfully.
With each lash, she repeated the mantra she had been trained to know by heart.
"Hiiisssss-THWAK!"
"*sob* Thank you, Mistress!"
"Hiiisssss-THWAK!"
"*gasp* Thank you, Mistress!"
As the terrible beating continued, the maid’s shrieks grew louder and harsher. Her cheeks stained with tears. Yet, she never begged for it to stop. She never pleaded for mercy.
She knew it would only have been in vain.
After a time the blows slowed then ceased. Mrs. Stevenson laid the cane down beside Cassie and let her recover herself for a few minutes.
"How do you feel?" she asked her maid.
"F-fine, Ma’am. Thank you for asking," was her choked reply.
Cassandra began to get a hold on her pulse and breathing, but remained in the undignified position she had been placed in.
Carol looked down at her handiwork. She smiled at the sight of the deep, jagged red welts that latticed the girl’s buttocks. Her eyes followed the various paths and trails she had scored into her pale pink flesh. When she ran a hand lightly over these ruby mounds, she heard the girl’s breath hiss inward, and smiled.
"Stand up," she ordered.
Cassie stood upright and the pain she felt flinched across her face, but she never made a sound.
Wiping away an errant tear from her cheek, Mrs. Stevenson stroked the girl’s face and kissed her softly on her forehead.
"Good girl, time for bed."
"Yes, Ma’am."
Just another day.
The End

Bobbi's Tail Chapter 5

2006-03-30T21:04:00.000-08:00

Bobbi was watching them milk the cows.
It was rather fun to watch, even for her reduced mind. All the heifers were firmly secured into their harnesses and could hardly move, their massive udders resting gently on a mesh net which supported their weight. The tubes connected to the milker was affixed to the nets, the cows’ teats inserted into them, being sucked with such force, the milk spurted out in an ecstatic stream releasing the terrible pressure that had firmed their juddering breasts despite the ridiculous size of them.
The cows sighed and mooed contentedly as their heavy burdens were finally lessened. The stable hands went from stall to stall, checking on each of the heifers in turn to make sure nothing went wrong.
Bobbi followed them around as they checked on each bovine. Watched them check the connections on each tube, how they fit over the hucow’s teats. Checked the flow of milk, the tautness of their udders.
Occasionally they would reach behind them and fondle the helpless creature’s pussy lips. Tugging at the rings in that tender flesh, causing them to moo louder, begging for more attention. The handlers would chide them and gently rub the brands on their left cheek of their plump rears and right udders, reminding them of their place.
The girls would sigh dejectedly and pout.
On the whole, it was a fairly standard procedure for all involved. That is, except for one of the cows.
This particular heifer was, and had always been, a massive problem. She fought the handlers constantly. Tried her bonds at every opportunity and made milking her a monstrous hassle.
Her problem was that she had not volunteered to join Mrs. Stevenson’s little play farm.
She was here as a punishment.
This ornery beast had once been an employee of Mrs. Stevenson’s company. She had found out about her dirty little secrets here and threatened to expose them to the world. She had tried to extort her.
It was almost ironic that she had ended up here. Like this.
Carol had taken special care to remove all traces of the person she had been from this particular cow. No finger prints, no teeth, her features reshaped to better suit her new role, and even going so far as to sever her vocal chords so she could never speak again.
The only glitch was that she had resisted all attempts to brainwash her.
All the hypnosis sessions had failed, and so she was reduced physically to the status of farm animal, yet retained all her human awareness.
For her, it was hell.
For Mrs. Stevenson, it was poetic justice.
She had made sure to be the one to brand this heifer herself, savoring the look of horror and agony on the bitch’s face. She had even set her quota of milk to double that of the other cows, ensuring her no rest from the nightmarish state she was in now.
All the stable hands could do was fasten her more tightly and call it a day.
Bobbi, however, was fascinated by the struggling hucow.
She had waited till the handlers left to sneak back into the barn and into this cow’s stall. She was startled by her sudden thrashing when she sniffed around her severely ringed labia.
This was terribly fascinating to the curious pup.
She lightly ran her tongue over the many, many rings in her inner and outer labia. Tugged on the one in her clit hood. Even sliding her tongue through the series of rings that dangled from her taint.
After a few minutes of exploring, the frustrated hucow collapsed, as it were, into the embrace of her harness and cried softly as the warm tongue probed and prodded her into submission.
Tears streamed down her face and massive breasts, leaking into the pumps to mix with her milk as she came.

That evening, Bobbi was wolfing down here dinner and watching Cassie swallow load after load from the cocks of the two gardeners who had come in from their labors. The two men were seated around the small table in the kitchen’s breakfast nook swallowing lemonade as quickly as Cassandra gulped down their cum.
Once she finished with her dinner, Bobbi trotted over to watch more closely.
Cassie’s cheeks bulged with the width of the man’s penis, her fingers gently playing with his balls, eyes closed and gently humming in time with her strokes of his shaft. It didn’t take long before the engorged gardener grabbed her blonde hair and shoved her face into his groin as his seed coursed down her throat.
He held her there a full minute as his balls drained into her welcoming mouth before releasing his grip. As the young maid pulled back, she gave a quick lick over the head of his manhood, getting the last drop of semen before it spilled onto her dress.
"Fuck, kid!" he groaned. "You are the best lil cocksucker I have ever met!"
"Thank you, Sir." Cassie said with a smile as she got to her feet.
Bobbi watched it all, her tongue lolling out happily. As she went to follow Cassandra, the other workman brought her up short by grabbing her tail, causing the pup to yelp painfully.
"Oh, no you don’t! You’ve been digging in the flowerbeds again, haven’t you, you little bitch."
Bobbi only whimpered pathetically, hoping to inspire a little pity and avoid punishment.
It was, of course, to no avail. The angry laborer pulled her backwards across the tile by her now sore tail and brought his hand down on her naked buttocks with a vicious smack!
She scrambled on the slick tile trying to get away but Cassandra quickly grabbed her and held her in place for her beating.
She whimpered, yelp and howled in pain, but was held fast until her rump was a rosy, pulsing ache. Cassie turned her round and she obediently licked the hand that had caused her pain. Only then was she allowed to run off, tail tucked firmly to her sore rump.

Bobbi's Tail Chapter 4

2006-03-14T21:45:00.000-08:00

Cassandra snuggled deeper against her pillow as she slept, the chains on her wrists rattling softly in the dark room. The soft jingles could be heard only barely from the next room where her Mistress slept. The delicate noise bringing a small smile to her lips with the knowledge that the girl was securely fastened in place until she was released at her discretion. The level of control Carol had over every aspect of her slaves lives was the most intoxicating feeling she had ever experienced. It was no wonder it was so addictive, nor why she was such a control junkie.
As she finally drifted off, her dreams began to fill with new ideals for the many days to come.
Not all the slaves and servants at Mrs. Stevenson’s home were female. They only all looked female. One such slave was shuffling slowly down the main hallway, her ankles fastened into a hobble chain only eighteen inches long! Combined with the ridiculous heels that were locked onto her dainty feet, the poor gurl was reduced to shambling about at a snail’s pace.
To a casual observer, one would never guess the petite individual was actually, physically male. The strict corset below her fetish maid’s outfit held her waist to a near prepubescent limitation. This had the added side effect of shaping her hips into a distinctively feminine form.
As one’s eyes traversed this delicate landscape, one was drawn to the curve of thigh that peaked out of the tops of her stockings, revealed by the short-short cut of her dress. The smoky stockings encased smooth, sleek legs that any runway model would envy.
In addition to the harsh corset holding her in perfect posture, her arms were connected by another length of chain just above the elbow, and from there, behind her back. This kept her from raising her arms higher then waist or bust level.
At the moment, she was carrying a tray with Mrs. Stevenson’s morning paper and a glass of orange juice. She had made it from the kitchen without stumbling or spilling any of the juice from the long stemmed glass. Unfortunately, she now had to climb the stairs to her Mistress’ bedroom, the short chain rattling constantly, defying her to complete her daily duties.
Slowly, she managed to traverse the steps. Her progress would have been painful to watch, and was indeed more so, to accomplish. By the time she had reached the top steps, her calves were aching, her ankles sore, and she was out of breathe.
She hated these morning rituals, but knew they were a joy for her tormentor. Carefully balancing the tray in one hand, she managed to knock lightly on the door to Mrs. Stevenson’s bedroom and heard her reply.
"Come in, come in. I’ve been waiting for you for awhile now," was her curt response.
Slowly opening the door, and letting it swing open the transgendered maid entered hoping to escape any form of punishment for any infractions on her orders, real or imagined.
Lowering the silver tray behind her after Carol had taken the juice and paper from it, she stood silent, waiting to be excused. Her hopes of an easy morning were quickly dashed when she saw her Mistress frown at her first sip of juice.
"This," she said in a terribly cold voice. "Isn’t even cold!"
Cringing at the tone, the maid quickly lowered her gaze to the floor as her Mistress rose from her nest of covers. She grabbed the sweetly feminine maid by the hair and forced her to look into her eyes. Tears started to touch her cheeks as she saw the look of satisfaction in her eyes.
"You know what happens when you fail me," she cooed, the kind tone defying the malice and evil sadism in here gaze.
The silver tray clattered to the floor as she was spun around and shoved toward the nearby eyebolt in the wall. Yet another chain was connected from this bolt to the ring on the front of her steel collar. Her hands were secured away from her, as much as the chain above her elbows allowed, by a set of leather manacles, and her dress was raised and tucked into her waistband exposing the soft lace trimmed cotton panties that barely covered her shapely buttocks.
These were quickly pulled down, exposing her soft pink cheeks, and the bit of steel encasing and restraining her penis and balls.
The device held her equipment out of the way so as to not ruin the feminine look of her groin in any clothes. It also kept her organ safe from any manipulation which might grant an orgasm to the frustrated and red faced maid. Her "man"hood forced down and backwards also forced her to use the restroom like a lady, which Carol found amusing to no ends.
As an added torment, the soft pinkish head of her shaft was exposed just outside of the tube which held her shaft, leaving it free to feel to softness of her panties, the constant friction caused by her walking driving her insane with stimulation.
Now, however, Carol lightly stroked this bit of flesh and soon had it squirting out precum and had her she-male maid whimpering her pleas into the gag that was almost always secured in her small mouth.
More and more of the viscous fluid spilled out of her, with no pleasure or relief accompanying it. For several minutes this frustrating game continued without an end in sight, until a small sound drew the attention of both participants.
Looking behind them, both women noticed the puppygirl Bobbi had entered at some point and was now staring with intense curiosity at the exposed genitals of the gasping maid.
Her confusion was clear. She was used, and indeed programmed, to want, no, need to delve into any and all exposed sets of female genitalia she saw, and indeed to be in a near constant state of arousal near any other females. Her confusion was in her arousal near this particular maid.
The confused pup had always thought, or recognized this individual as another female, yet now was confronted with the wrong set of bits and pieces. Watching her puppy turn her head this way and that trying to sort things out brought a smile to Carol’s face and she beckoned her come closer. Slowly guiding her minute muzzle toward the exposed head of the bound servant, Mrs. Stevenson watched both of her slaves as her pup began to lick away and the fellated maid’s eyes screwed shut.
"That’s a good girl, Bobbi," she praised. Turning her attention back to the bound gurl, she removed hir gag and asked, "What’s wrong, dear? Isn’t my little puppy’s tongue the best! Oh, but I know. You can’t get release in that nasty little chastity, can you?"
"No, Mistress!" gasped the now wanton she-male. She thrust her hips back toward the questing tongue tickling at her cock, she sobbed in frustration, knowing she would get no relief. Not this day, nor the next, nor the next...

Bobbi's Tail Chapter 3

2006-02-08T16:51:00.000-08:00

Late in the afternoon, Cassie came out and sat beside the bored puppygirl. She absently scratched behind her elongated ears as she gazed out over the verdant fields. Bobbi laid her head in the young maid’s lap and sighed softly, the sound vaguely eerie because of the shape of her jaw.
"What’s wrong, Bobbi? Bored?"
A soft puppy whine was her answer.
With a gently prodding, Bobbi deftly rolled over exposing her underbelly and exposed sex and nipples. The rings in her cunt lips jingling against one another softly as she was petted. Her leg jerking in the preprogramed reaction instilled in her subconscious. The puerile maid’s skilled fingers quickly brought the pup to ecstatic whimpers and whines as she rapidly approached climax.
Before she was able to gain release, Cassie deftly moved her hand away allowing the frustrated pup to cool down a bit before resuming her teasing. For several minutes, she delighted in toying with Bobbi; bringing her closer and closer to orgasm and always pulling back at the most opportune moment. In this manner, she quickly had her helplessly writhing in her lap, eyes rolled back in her head as she wept and whined for relief.
"You look so cute doing that, Cassandra," an all to familiar voice from behind her roused her from her distraction.
Cassie quickly stood and curtsied before her Mistress. Bobbi, however, could only lay exhausted at the woman’s feet as she regained her strength.
"Good evening, Ma`am. How may I serve You?" The memorized lines fell easily from Cassie’s lips as she stayed bent over staring at the toes of her owner’s shoes as she approached her and the frantically frustrated puppygirl.
Ignoring her maid for the moment, Mrs. Stevenson peered down at the gasping dalmatian at her feet. She never ceased to be amazed at how well the psychotherapy treatments had worked on her. She was completely incapable of being human now, she was now externally what she had always been internally: A bitch in heat!
Sitting where Cassandra had been next to her, Carol stroked the underside of Bobbi’s muzzle and smiled as she closed her eyes and whined her appreciation. The treatments had really done wonders on her. She was truly impressed and overjoyed that she had found that doctor to aid her in her...hobbies.
There was one other instilled desire she had relished in implanting into her former employee. As she pulled Cassandra to her knees and lowered her panties, her lips curled in a truly wicked smile as her puppy quickly dove forward into the exposed sex before her. Her eager lapping bringing moans from the dainty maid.
Yes, she finally had her puppy. One of her fondest desires since she was a small child, though back then she had a much different ideal of playing with her pet then she did now!

Firestorm was secured in the suspension harness for her cleaning. She had been stripped of her pony paraphernalia and secured into the web of leather straps that now held her tight. Under normal circumstances, she might have found it uncomfortable. Tonight, however, she was so relieved to be done with her labors that the firm grip of the leather bothered her not at all.
The sting of the water did, but just a bit. She wished they didn’t use the fire hose to get all the caked mud off of her, but again, she was too tired to give even a half hearted protest.
She had plowed more acres then she had thought possible. Her legs throbbed and pulsed with pain, her back was one tight knot and her nipples were blood red and sore as hell. Oddly enough, the lattice of whip marks across her breasts and ass hurt the least. Perhaps it was the fact that they were a sharp stinging whilst everything else was a dull ache that hurt to the bone and echoed in her teeth as she was hosed clean from top to tail.
When the last flakes of mud had been blasted from her tanned flesh, Raymond the stablehand lowered her to the ground, allowing her to gently slide to the ground and rest in a broken heap on the cold cement floor.
Gently lifting her to her feet, he carried most of her weight as he led the weary pony back to her stall. After she was secured inside, he gently kissed the top of her head and told her to sleep. The encouragement was hardly needed and she was out like a light in seconds.
Biscuit was already asleep in her stall as well. Cinnamon, however, was watching him with a look in her eyes that said she was not so tired as the others.
"Well, it seems someone still has some energy after today," he chuckled as he softly opened and closed the stall door.
Secured as she was, Cinnamon could only wait for Raymond to come to her. She watched with eager eyes as he moved closer, his eyes drinking in the sight of her heavy breasts, held tight by the network of straps that pinned her arms behind her. His gaze spilled down the curve of her back to the sweep of her thighs and the generous mound of her rump.
With some effort, he managed to move the chains on the rear of her chastity belt into the curve where her ass met her thighs and slowly ran his hands over the perfect expanse of her ebony buttocks. Moving in behind her, one hand running over her derriere, the other gripping her bosom and squeezing her thick nipples, Ray freed his engorged member from his trousers and slipped it between the flawless, ripe orbs of her flesh.
He had not yet penetrated her, no he never rushed. Her whinnies corresponded with each push against her sphincter, until the head of his tool finally pushed inside. His lips on her neck thrilled the sable pony as he drove forward with inexorable force. Only when he was pressed firmly against her back and buttocks did he stop and rest inside her.
The heavy fullness in her rump reminded Cinnamon of her plug tail but this was more! Better! Worse! She felt him twitch inside and then he started to pull out. When she felt the tip about to slide out, he thrust upward into her once again and brought a gasp of surprise and a near scream from her throat.
His rhythm increased, faster and faster, until he burst inside her and filled her entrails with his seed. She whinnied in pleasure and felt a small tear trail down her cheek as she mourned her lack of true orgasm. As he withdrew, he kissed away this symbol of her loss and gave her nipples a final tweak before leaving her locked in her stall for the night, his latest deposit slowly leaking out of her. After a few frustrated minutes, Cinnamon finally managed to fall asleep, aching for release yet knowing it would not come.
And neither would she.

2006-01-19T00:31:00.000-08:00

Bobbi's Tail Chapter 2
By: Alan Gabriel

In the kitchen, Cassie was just fixing her breakfast when she trotted in.
"Right on time, Bobbi!"
She sat the personalized bowl down for her to reach and patted her head as she started to eat. She hadn’t realized how hungry she was till that first mouthful, then she delved deeply into her bowl, scooting it across the floor slowly.
After finishing off her food, Bobbi licked the remaining bits off her muzzle with an impossibly long tongue, and got herself a drink of water. Full and fully awake, she decided to head outside, squeezing through her doggy door, she trotted off toward the stables.

When she saw the ponies out in the field, she happily loped toward them.
Cinnamon was the first to notice her, and whinnied happily. This sound drew the attention of the other two, Firestorm and Biscuit, both of whom trotted over to meet her.
Her tail wagged as she sniffed the ebony pony’s thighs, reminding herself of her scent. As the other ponies approached, she sniffed at them in turn and smiled up at them, her tongue lolling out as usual. Firestorm lowered herself at the waist to let Bobbi lick her face, and tug on her nipple rings.
She loved doing this! With a good hard tug, she felled the towering red pony. As she stumbled onto the grass, Bobbi wasted no time burying her muzzle in her crotch, sniffing and licking around the edges of the metal chastity belt that kept her from her goal.
Firestorm wriggled and whinnied as her long tongue probed around her sex, looking for any form of entrance. As the spotted pup grew frustrated, she growled softly. She wanted to taste her and didn’t like being denied. She tried to get a grip on the belt to try and tear it off, but to no avail.
After a few frustrated minutes of struggling, Bobbi let the writhing pony up and sighed dejectedly. Before she got to her feet, Firestorm gave Bobbi a gentle friendly nuzzle and managed to get a small smile out of the disappointed pup.
Before she could try the others, Raymond the stable hand came out and saw her.
"What are you doing here, Fido?" he joked evicting a soft growl from Bobbi’s muzzle.
"Calm down, calm down. Don’t want someone thinking you’re rabid, then we’d have to put you down," he chuckled and petted her between her eyes knowing how much she liked it.
As he continued to rub the spot between her eyes, Raymond fiddled with her ears as well bringing a soft whine from her. With a look and a soft clucking of his tongue, Ray called Biscuit over to them and used one hand to lower her to her knees. Looking up at him, Bobbi watched as Raymond bent the blond pony over, steadying her with a hand on her shoulders and lifted her tail. Exposing her packed and puckered asshole and perineum.
"Go on, pup. It’s okay."
Slowly starting forward, Bobbi nervously glanced up at Ray and when she saw his reassuring smile, dove at the inviting bits of flesh. Her eyeteeth grazed the delicate skin lightly, causing Biscuit to cry out softly before moaning into her bit as a curious tongue lapped around her plug tail and the bit of flesh between her asshole and vagina.
The frustrated pony pushed back against the pup at her rear. She wanted more, Needed more. Sadly, Ray pulled her away from the eager puppy’s muzzle all too soon, causing the pony to whine softly, and the pup to whimper.
"Okay you two, that’s enough," he chuckled helping Biscuit to stand, as she was quite wobbly on her own.
Ignoring the angry gleam in her brown eyes, Raymond shooed Bobbi off and began to harness the ponies for their morning run.

The rest of the day was a general malaise. The heat was too oppressive for much playing outside and Bobbi spent most of the day lounging on the porch steps watching the ponies put through their paces. She watched with slow moving eyes as Biscuit and Cinnamon lugged Raymond around and hauled bits and pieces to and fro while he worked. Firestorm, however, had heavier labors to attend to. She was used in the fields, the gardeners attaching various plows to her harness. She was gleaming with sweat even from the pup’s distant vantage point.

Bobbi's Tail (Firestorm Sequel)

2006-01-02T20:37:00.000-08:00

Well after an extremely long absence, I have returned baring gifts. Gifts in the form of the long anticipated sequel to Firestorm. I will be posting chapters regularly, but the story isn't yet finished so the updates will be further spaced then Firestorm was.
So without further ado, I give you:

Bobbi’s Tail Chapter 1
By: Alan Gabriel
She was dreaming. In the dream she was a young girl named Jean. She looked up at the tall, beautiful woman before her and felt small, as usual. Mrs. Stevenson had that effect on Jean. To make her feel small. Inadequate. Helpless.
She didn’t like feeling like this. Like she was a little girl again and being called into the principal’s office. Before she could stop herself, her eyes fell and so did her stomach.
"Jean, you know why you’re here don’t you?"
"Yes, Mrs. Stevenson."
"You know the rules about employee interaction at work, don’t you?"
"Yes, Mrs. Stevenson."
"Then maybe you could explain these?"
As she held up the security photos, Jean couldn’t help but blush. She hadn’t know that camera was there. She slowly raised her gaze to see the image of herself wrapped around Ron’s waist, him pumping away at her in the break room.
She blushed again as she lowered her eyes.
"Well?" Mrs. Stevenson prompted.
"I-I don’t know what to say, Mrs. Stevenson. I’m... sorry?"
"Jean, Jean, Jean. We can’t have a productive workplace if our employees are going at it like rutting beasts on company time!"
She blushed again.
"Now, I’m not going to fire you. I am, however going to transfer you to our Midwest branch. You’ll be put on special assignment, studying canine behaviorism."
"Thank you, Mrs. Stevenson! I won’t disappoint you again!"
"Oh, I’m fairly confident in that."

Bobbi startled out of the dream. She tried to remember what her last thought had been, but it all quickly faded to mist as usual. She really didn’t like these dreams, whatever they were about.
Still not sure what had awoken her, the dalmatian puppygirl stretched a bit, then headed off to find something to eat.

Breast Torture

2005-11-07T08:21:00.000-08:00

This is a short story I wrote on semicommission. Hope you all enjoy it while, yes, I continue to write my promissed sequal to Firestorm.

Ciao

Breast Torture
By: Alan Gabriel

Her chains rattled as she struggled in vain, hoping not so much to escape as to relieve, even for a moment the pain coursing down her back from the severity of the angle at which her arms were lashed. No, she knew escape was far from possible and had accepted that. She waited, in slow perdition, waited for her capture to return and inflict his promised horrors upon her tender, exposed flesh.
Three hours she hung there, helpless, stripped, defenseless. Three hours her mind tormented her with visions of pain and terror. All too soon, she knew, they would be proven a pale pretense.
He had returned with a fresh surge of enthusiasm. He quickly went about laying out his needed tools: A small portable electric hot plate, two pots, one filled with water, the other with some thick, honey colored goop, and the needles.
Dozens and dozens of needles, all surgical quality, she knew, and all capped at the blunt end with a small rubber stopper. She knew that these were to prevent the needles from falling into the flesh and being irretrievable. She also knew this meant the full length of these needles would soon be shoved harshly into her pink skin.
A small, leather covered tray was strapped around her ribs, just below her trembling breasts. She didn’t know what this was for and tried not to conjure any images from her over-active imagination.
Dumping the needles into the pot of water, the man turned both burners on full and watched as the honey colored slime began to bubble and boil as well as the water steam and turn to white from the intense heat.
Slowly he took out a basting brush like the ones sold at the grocery store around Thanksgiving. He slowly dipped it into the boiling wax and then began to paint, with torturously deliberate strokes, the plump and fleshy mounds of her breasts.
She screamed into the gag as the intense heat began to burn her delicate skin and cried as she felt her luscious mammaries begin to fry under the cruel coatings of scalding wax. She expected him to coat her rosebud nipples as well but was surprised when he carefully avoided them altogether, peeling away the first hardened layer of wax, he then reapplied a new coat bringing new screams of pain and horror from her gagged lips.
Again and again, he covered her tits with smooth, even strokes, almost artistic in his approach, he seemed deeply concentrated in his work pausing only when his victim fainted from the pain. He quickly revived her, cruelly forcing her to enjoy his entire undertaking.
When he finally finished, he peeled the final layer off to reveal her once pale and lustrous orbs were now a tanned, almost roasted, shade of golden brown.
Tears streamed freely down her downy cheeks as she beheld her ruined glory.
Donning heat resistant gloves and a pair of steel tongs, her tormentor began to remove, one by one, the needles from the pot of scalding hot water and slowly, deliberately, drive them home into her aching teats.
She passed out several times as he began a slow spiral pattern up her breasts, circling the base first and covering completely her roasted mounds. Each time he revived her and forced her to feel the searing heat deep in her bosom as she was cooked from the inside out in a slow parody of spit roasting a suckling pig.
Over the next few hours, her ruined tits began to distend and turn to a deep purplish color before going to a darker shade of brown.
As the needles approached the summit of her swollen peaks, she once again suspected he would jam more needles into her aching nipples, only to find him pinning them `round the edges of her areolas, stretching them to their full size.
He left her like that, suffering the full effects of his treatment, alone in that dark dungeon. Each second dragged out in agonizing, unbearable hell.
When he returned, he smiled at her, and held up the one instrument of torment he had hidden from her glazed eyes.
The end of the branding iron glowed with demonic delight. Her eyes went wide as panic set in. She pleaded with those eyes as he stroked her throbbing nipples slowly and smiled.
When the red-hot metal was pressed into this last bit of unspoiled flesh, she screamed like never before. Without the gag, her cries would have been deafening. A woman screaming before God, begging for her soul. Her eyes rolled back into her head as the world was swallowed by darkness and she fainted.

End

Christmas With Louise

2005-10-10T18:46:00.000-07:00

Note: This is not one of my stories, it was one sent to me that I thought deserved to be placed here. Enjoy!

CHRISTMAS WITH LOUISE
As a joke, my brother used to hang a pair of panty hose over hisfireplace before Christmas. He said all he wanted was for Santa to fill them. What
they say about Santa checking the list twice must be true because every Christmas morning, although Jay's kids' stockings were overflowed, hispoor pantyhose hung sadly empty.
One year I decided to make his dream come true. I put on sunglasses and went in search of an inflatable love doll. They don't sell those thingsat Wal-Mart. I had to go to an adult bookstore downtown. If you've neverbeen in a X-rated store, don't go. You'll only confuse yourself. I was therean hour saying things like, "What does this do?" You're kidding me! Whowould buy that?"
Finally, I made it to the inflatable doll section. I wanted to buy a standard, uncomplicated doll that could also substitute as a passengerin my truck so I could use the car pool lane during rush hour. Finding whatI wanted was difficult. Love dolls come in many different models. The topof the line, according to the side of the box, could do things I'd onlyseen in a book on animal husbandry. I settled for "Lovable Louise." She was atthe bottom of the price scale. To call Louise a "doll" took a huge leap of imagination.
On Christmas Eve, with the help of an old bicycle pump, Louise came to life. My sister-in-law was in on the plan and let me in during the wee morning hours, long after Santa had come and gone, I filled the dangling
pantyhose with Louise's pliant legs and bottom. I also ate some cookiesand drank what remained of a glass of milk on a nearby tray. I went home and
giggled for a couple of hours. The next morning my brother called to say
that Santa had been to his house and left a present that had made himVERY happy but had left the dog confused. She would bark, start to walk away,
then come back and bark some more. We all agreed that Louise shouldremain in her panty hose so the rest of the family could admire her when theycame over for the traditional Christmas dinner. My grandmother noticed Louise
the moment she walked in the door. "What the hell is that?" she asked.My brother quickly explained, "It's a doll." "Who would play with something
like that?" Granny snapped.
I had several candidates in mind, but kept my mouth shut. "Where are her
clothes?" Granny continued. "Boy, that turkey sure smells nice, Gran,"Jay said, trying to steer her into the dining room. But Granny wasrelentless.
"Why doesn't she have any teeth?" Again, I could have answered, but why would I? It was Christmas and no one wanted to ride in the back of the ambulance saying, "Hang on Granny, Hang on!" My grandfather, adelightful old man with poor eyesight, sidled up to me and said, "Hey, who's thenaked gal by the fireplace?" I told him she was Jay's friend. A few minuteslater I noticed Grandpa by the mantel, talking to Louise. Not just talking,but actually flirting. It was then that we realized this might be Grandpa's last Christmas at home.
The dinner went well. We made the usual small talk about who had died,who was dying, and who should be killed, when suddenly Louise made a noisethat sounded a lot like my father in the bathroom in the morning. Then she lurched from the panty hose, flew around the room twice, and fell in aheap in front of the sofa.
The cat screamed. I passed cranberry sauce through my nose, and grandparan across the room, fell to his knees, and began administering mouth tomouth resuscitation. My brother fell back over his chair and wet his pants and
Granny threw down her napkin, stomped out of the room, and sat in thecar.
It was, indeed, a Christmas to treasure and remember.
Later in my brother's garage, we conducted a thorough examination todecide the cause of Louise's collapse. We discovered that Louise had sufferedfrom a hot ember to the back of her right thigh.
Fortunately, thanks to a wonder drug called duct tape, we restored herto perfect health. Louise went on to star in several bachelor party movies.I think Grandpa still calls her whenever he can get out of the house

Hiking Adventure

2005-09-12T18:11:00.000-07:00

This is a little anecdote that was based partly on a true story. I leave it to you to determine which is fact and which fiction.

Hiking
By: Alan Gabriel

She staggered as the chain connecting her ankles brought her step up short. Her arches were killing her as the trainers forced her up on the balls of her feet. She had been walking for two hours straight now and she wanted nothing more then to fall down and sleep here in this field but she knew that wasn’t an option.
If she fell asleep out here in the open, she would be found and there was no way she could bear that. She was almost encased in leather yet fully exposed. Her breasts were secured in a network of straps that supported yet did nothing to cover. There was a bit of cover over her groin, but the crotch rope wasn’t exactly outdoor apparel. Nor were the three bricks she was dragging by it.
Her head was held upright by her posture collar which was a blessing and curse rolled into one. It kept her awake by not allowing her head to loll about yet that in itself was a torment. The ring gag which kept her mouth securely open had also dried her throat, lips and mouth dry out on her trek. The feel of the cool summer grass under her bare toes was so soothing, so relaxing...
Her eyes jerked up again as she noticed the trees in front of her. She had finally made it here. She quickly scanned the surface of the trees looking for her goal and found it dangling at face level, which was most convenient.
It took some maneuvering but she managed to get the phallus shaped toy into her mouth and with some careful suction held it there. She made sure the silvery glint on the end of it was the key she had needed to find before heading back the way she came.
The journey back was harder since she had to constantly suck on the dildo to keep hold of it. She knew if she dropped the key she wouldn’t be able to pick it up with her arms secured behind her in the armbinder she had been laced into before being set out like this. She had wanted to expand her forays into the lifestyle, but hadn’t thought the change would come so soon.
The weight of the three bricks tugged the crotch rope deep inside her, rubbing her clit and driving her insane with the constant stimulation. The occasional cool breeze thrilled along her skin, her nipples stayed hard the entire trip, the tight grip of the clamps a lovely torture. The chiming of the tiny silver bells dangling from them frightened her, she thought someone would surely hear them and come outside to investigate.
The fact that she was in an empty field about two miles from anyone’s home but her’s didn’t reassure her. Logic had escaped her an hour ago. She was now fear and excitement embodied.
It was the hottest sexual escapade of her life.
Her Master had arranged this little jogging mission for her, placing the key to the back gate on the tree, making sure there was only one way she would be able to get back inside the house, and of course her attire. She loved it! She hated it! She was terrified she would be seen and yet, the fear was terribly exciting as well.
As she looked up, she noticed the light from the back of the house. She must have nodded off on her feet, she hadn’t thought she was this close to home yet.
Her legs were aching, her thighs tight and she was terrified she would have a muscle spasm and collapse three yards from home.
If she hadn’t been afraid she would drop the damned key, she would’ve laughed at the thought.
As she approached the back gate, she managed to wiggle the key into the lock and undo it. As it fell she spat out the toy and moved to the one attached to the gate. Holding it in her mouth she managed to pull the gate open and walk through into the back yard.
Waiting for her just inside was her Master. He smiled at her as she stumbled towards Him and collapsed into His arms. He smoothed a hand down her back, rubbing her hair as He whispered into her ears so softly, "Did you enjoy yourself, my little pony?"
She whinnied softly and rubbed herself against Him, the feel of His arms around her left her undone. She wanted only to sleep next to Him, wrapped in the scent and feel of His muscular form as she drifted off, and might have done just that there in the yard had He not led her off toward the stables. It was only then that she realized what He had planned for her wasn’t just the hike.
As He stripped off her harness and paraphernalia, she tried wearily to ask Him not to leave her out here, alone, to sleep in the hay.
He ignored her, kissed her lightly, and secured her in her stall, her name stenciled above the gate.
"Rest up, My little pony. Tomorrow you’ll have even more fun!"

The End

Beloved

2005-08-14T23:19:00.000-07:00

This isn't quite what I promised but such is life. Don't worry, the Firestorm sequel is coming soon. In the meantime, enjoy this little relic I dug up.

Beloved
By; Alan Gabriel

"You only hurt the ones you love, so what better way to say, ‘I love you’ than to cause someone pain."

She came to strapped onto a gurney in a dark room smelling faintly of herbs. She couldn't see anything past the circle of light the gurney sat in. To her left she heard wheels slowly moving across the cold tiled floor. A cart came into veiw with a cloth draped tray laying on top.
"Awake at last."
She couldn't see who was speaking, but there was a general impression of where he was.
His voice was eerily familiar, though she couldn't place from where.
As a gloved hand came into view, removed the cloth covering the surgical tray on the cart, her heart began to race.
Instruments, all shining silver, glistened in the stark light. Razor sharp implements, cutting blades and clamps glowed in the white, white light seeming to mock her as she struggled against her bonds, to no avail. She was trapped and helpless.
"My aren't we a feisty one. We shall have to do something to calm you down."
As he stepped into view, the hapless girl forcibly swallowed a scream.
Cloaked all in black, save for a white theater mask with a rictus grin splayed across the wide lips of the false face, the man appeared to be a jovial version of the Grim Reaper.
Grasping one of her heaving tits, he clamped a small electrode onto her tender nipple. Moving to the other side, he repeated this procedure and stepped away into the shadows. A moment later, a terrible rush of pain flooded through her body from her electrified teats.
She screamed.
As the waves of pain and heat slowed, so too did her wails. Until the masked man once again cranked the power up sending her thrashing against her bonds.
"I think I've made my point," he chuckled. "As long as you stay quiet and still there will be no need to relax you like this, or in any other ways."
Tears were streaming down her face as she sobbed quietly.
Moving back to the girl's side, the strange man began laying out materials. She couldn't recognize many of them but noted a few pairs of hemostats and an IV.
Pulling a syringe from his bag, the cloaked figure began to fill it from a vial who's label she could not read. After he had made sure there was no air in the needle, he quickly injected a portion into both her sore nipples and then, moving down the table, the last of it directly into her anus.
After these initial injections, the IV was placed in her right arm. As the slow, steady dripping of the fluid flowed into her, she felt herself becoming slightly numb and unable to move even the little she had been able to before.
"Whuh? Huhhmmm?!?!"
"This is a special mixture I came up with for these little evenings. It's a combination of different drugs; some that vets use to keep the animals still while they work on them, as well as a few others whose effects you should be feeling shortly. I'll leave you alone for a few minutes so you can enjoy the sensations."
With that he left, and she soon discovered what he meant by sensations.
Her pussy was growing warm and moist as her nipples hardened even with the cruel electrodes clamped tightly on, or perhaps, because of them.
She tried to squirm but the drugs, and her bonds held her still. Her skin felt tight and desperate for a touch, any touch! A soft caress, a hard smack, it didn't matter! She NEEDED to feel something but was completely restrained.
Never had she wanted to cum so badly as that moment.
Her cunt began to leak as she felt herself growing more and more desperate. Half of her hoped her captor would return soon. Perhaps he would rape her and finish what she so desperately needed. The image of the strange man in his cloak taking her while she was helpless and horny made her wetter and wetter. Her desire built and built with no end in sight! For what seemed like hours, she lay there, helpless and aching for sensation, ANY sensation!
Her nipples began to grow warm. Then warmer. Warmer and then hot. Until she realized it wasn't heat but a low level electric current.
The bastard was watching her desperate struggle for release and was toying with her.
As though he read her mind, a sudden and painful jolt swept through her body from her blazing nipples. Even this terrible pain was getting her hotter and hotter and she wished he would leave it on.
"Well, I can see you're ready now. So let's begin."
Moving back into her view, the man's mask now seemed to be mocking her with it's devilish smile and tears flowed freely once more when he swept a hand lightly, oh-so lightly over her tight abdomen.
Carefully avoiding all the places she so desperately wanted him to touch, he caressed her aching skin bringing her to even greater heights of preorgasmic tension. she pleaded with her eyes for him to give her what her body needed but he only laughed softly at her predicament.
"No no no! None of that for you, not now, not ever again."
Moving slightly away, he lifted a small, silver scalpel from the tray.
"This is going to hurt," he mused as he moved between her slender legs.
With her legs spread eagle and tied down as they were, she was completely exposed.
He delicately lifted her clitoral hood with the edge of the scalpel and tugged her throbbing clit out of it's protective covering. With the slightest amount of pressure on the scalpel, he severed her clitoris completely.
Her eyes flashed wide as she realized what he had done and panic clawed at her throat.
Mutilated! He had mutilated her!
Reading the horror in her eyes, the masked man smiled beneath his ersatz grin and chuckled.
"Oh, don't get too bent out of shape just yet. That was nothing compared to the rest of this."
Retrieving a pair of hemostats, he returned to his place between her widespread thighs and clamped down tight onto her left outer labia. With slow precision, he deliberately sliced off her soft pussy lip. He repeated this process on the other side, taking the time to suture the minute wounds allowing little blood to stain the white sheet she lay upon.
Once her outer protective layers were removed, he moved on to her inner labia. Making short work of these smaller flaps of skin, he then began to permanently numb the inner nerves of the poor girl's vagina, leaving her dead from the waist to her thighs. All the while, his cruel potion flowed into her veins, making her ache for release. A release which was now impossible.
Going once again to his bag, he returned this time with a handful of metal pieces and some tubes.
Fitting one tube into the girl's urethra and another deeper into her denuded pussy, he began to feed the tubes through the first piece of metal. Pushing the cold steel deeper and deeper inside her, he began stitching it into her vaginal walls to heal in place permanently. The next piece fed the tubes through again and locked itself into the first piece.
The last piece of metal covered her opening completely and had two small nozzles on the front that the tubes ended in. Aside from the tiny nozzles, the final covering was perfectly smooth and even resembled a female mons.
Once everything was locked in place and her vagina was sealed from all the touches and caresses it would never feel again anyways, he ran his gloved hands over it's smooth, shiny perfection bringing a horrified moan from his captive's throat.
"There. So much more lovely, don't you think?"
She had not the strength of speech left, even if the drugs had not held her mute. She could not even feel relief when he removed the clamps from her sore nipples.
It soon became apparent, however, that he was not yet done with her modifications.
Quickly piercing each rosebud point on her mammoth teats, he slid small hollow tubes into each piercing. These tubes were punctured on every side to allow her wounded flesh to grow into the opennings thus sealing the tubing in place forever. It was into this tubing that her new nipple rings were to be placed after the large, silver shields were secured.
These shiny, gothic designed nipple shields resembled her original teats. Permanently erect and mirror like, they were adorned with a heavy six gauge, three inch diameter silver ring through the only openings in the devices. The insides were coated with a medical adhesive designed to bond flesh to synthetic flesh for burn victims. Instead, it would forever seal her thick, sensitive nipples from any touch save the hottest fire or most painful electric shocks.
She groaned when he tugged on each ring to show how she could feel nothing what-so-ever.
After a moment, he continued on with his work.
Placing a dentist gag into her mouth, he managed to almost unhinge her jaw.
Her tongue was pierced three times. Once near the tip, again in the middle, which especially hurt, and finally, through the meat of her tongue running left to right, which compressed this organ and would affect her speech later, if she was allowed to speak he mused.
Then he began to remove her teeth. One by one, the perfect white molars, canines and incisors were pulled out of her pink gums.
Her perfect smile was now destroyed. Forever.
The final modification was to include a trachea tube in her throat. This allowed her to breath even if her mouth was completely filled and would come in very handy soon.
A specialized metal collar was placed around her neck leaving her new breathing hole freely open. The collar was formed to her neck perfectly so as to prevent almost all movement of her head and making it impossible to bend her neck. With a finalizing 'Click!' the collar was locked around her slender throat. A small lead was affixed to the front of this collar.
"There, all done! That wasn't so hard now was it?" he asked slyly.
Hatred blazed out of her sky blue eyes as she plotted a cruel fate for this bastard once she got free. Too late, she realized that was not to be as another man stepped into the light.
His skin was perfectly black. So dark it had purple highlights. His eyes a pitiless darkness, he seemed carved from ebonite.
"Well, she's done. All ready to join your little harem."
"You know I do not touch these white bitches of yours," the new man's voice was terribly deep with an accent she had never heard before burring through her ears.
"Indeed. Well I am sure she will find a fine place amongst your men. True she will never cum again, but she will soon learn to suck like a pro and her tight little asshole will not be tight for long. Plus, as long as you feed her a steady diet of gruel mixed with my little cocktail there," he motioned to the IV still driving her madly wild with unrequited passion. "she will be eternally horny and thanks to my special modifications, she will have no choice but to dedicate that passion to her new duties."
"Yes, my men have said how much they love your American whores. They actually think ALL American women are like these sluts you sell me. That they live only for their Masters. It is funny, no?"
The two men shared a cruel laugh as the young girl began to comprehend her predicament, and cried as her pussy juice began to seep out of one of the nozzles in her new metal cunt.

To Be Continued...?

Still on Sabbatical

2005-08-09T22:36:00.000-07:00

Don't worry, it's coming...

Been on Sabbatical....kinda

2005-07-18T23:17:00.000-07:00

So I been off lately, but it's for a good cause I assure you. I been working on a sequel to Firestorm that follows the puppygirl Bobbi more then the ponies this time. Hope to get the first couple chapters on here soon but until the faeries start whispering to me again... Ciao!

Easy to Make Rope Handcuffs

2005-07-11T19:39:00.000-07:00

Found this design and thought I should share it. Enjoy!
Ciao

Clit Shield

2005-07-05T01:31:00.000-07:00

Recently found this whilst dicking around online and thought someone else might like to see it as well.

http://encyc.bmezine.com/?Clit_Shield

Funny as Hell!!

2005-06-25T00:32:00.000-07:00

I saw this pic in someone's prof and could not resist. If you can't read the cap, it says;
"Think anal sex hurts? Try having a kid. When you absolutely have to have sex and there is no contraception around, just take it in the ass. It may not be the most comfortable thing in the world, but it will hurt a whole lot less than squeezing a newborn out of your crotch nine months later. Planned Parenthood"
Now, I seriously doubt this is a real Planned Parenthood poster but...DAYUM!!!

Interesting Ideals

2005-06-19T22:44:00.000-07:00

Recently in one of the groups I belong to, on yahoo not some secret masonic cult thingie, I don't talk about the secret masonic cult thingies here, someone had the ideal of auctioning off keys for chastity belts that were locked onto women. This was a chastity belt group both for keyholders and locked individuals. The ideal was if you won a bid then based on how mush you paid, the girl would spend so much time in here cb, i.e. a winning bid of $50 would get her locked for a week, $400 would be 8 weeks, etc etc et al etc.
Now some people would say this is stupid but I think you'd be really surprised at how many people would want to be part of this. That was what gave me the ideal that a group of bidders could pool their money in this and get the victim locked up for a HELL of a long time. lol
$2600 would get her locked for a whole year, $5200 for 2 years, $26,000 would see her sans orgasm for a decade, $130,000 would keep her locked for half a century and probably the rest of her life!
Now clearly most people don't have that kind of spare cash layin around, but if ten guys put 5 bucks a week into the payments they could keep a woman chastized for life!
Anyways, this was just a thought I had to get down and put out there. With any luck it might spark someone's curiousity and inspire something, hopefully wonderful.
Ta!

Female Chastity

2005-06-11T17:25:00.000-07:00

(Warning! I am not a medical practitioner! Consult proper medical authorities for any such questions!)

Here we are again.

Okay now we get tot he fun stuff! >:)

It's MUCH more difficult to prevent a woman from climaxing since most of her bits and pieces are internal, they are much harder to constrain. Still, the tried and true method of a chastity belt is a good begining.

Here are some fine models.

Tollyboy
http://www.tollyboy.com/

Neosteel
https://www.neosteel.com/neosteelshop/index.cfm?&lg=en&cy=dollar

Carrara
http://users.pandora.be/carrara/carrara/

There are some short term models like these.

Extreme Restraints
http://www.extremerestraints.com/stat/chastity.html

Female Belts
http://cbshackle.homeip.net/html/female_belts_1.html

And home made models here.

Altarboy's Home Built Page
http://www.tpe.com/~altarboy/homebilt.htm

Unfortunately, a woman has no real equivalent to a prostate in the sense of being able to drain her of the ability to orgasm. So it is harder to keep her from cumming and you Will have some "accidents" early on at least.
One good method is to lower the rate of these incidents is to tie her up and force her to cum over and over until it is literally painful for her to orgasm. Some use this as the Only method their chastized parteners are allowed to gain relief. Thereby instilling pain as a mental response to orgasm.
Now to some this may seem the quintessence case of "Fucking for Chastity" and in a way it is, but on a more psychological level it is far more effective than consistant denial.
A basic method for these sessions would be to tie her spread eagle on a bed, arms bound above her, and a combination of devices used on all her sensative bits. Nipples, clit, labia,and any and all erogenous zones she might possess. A good partner will know how to drive her nuts. lol.
If this isn't what you wanted, the standard tease and denial is good too. Though trickier and more time consuming.
If you want her to suffer more, it would be best to ramp up her sex drive a few weeks before she is belted by masturebating and/or fucking her often. More so than normal. The hotter she is when that cold steel cups her, the more steam will shoot out! lol.
Unless you want her Totally denied, i.e. living a 100% orgasm free life, you should remove the belt often to tease and torment her. (Aside from the standard cleaning periods, see each site for details.)
There is sometimes problems if she has and piercings downstairs, this depends on what kind of belt you get. Some Benefit from piercings. It all depends.

If you only want to make sure she's behaving and not cheating in any way, the short term models are best, though low security, most will prevent both masturebation and penetrative sex. They will also interfere with any and all bathroom functions so think ahead.
It also gets a tad warm under all that metal, leather and/or latex, so sunbathing or a sauna might not be the best ideal.
Some, if not all, these belts will have tell-tale lines under tight clothing.
Now, back to orgasm prevention...wow! Never thought I'd actually see those words together.

A chastity belt with a secondary shield will keep her from simply pressing a strong enough vibrator against the front of the belt and gaining enough stimulation to cum.
Another thing most men seem to neglect is nipple stimulation, and Yes, she can cum with enough stimulation to Just her nipples. (Just he says!)
Nipple shields that cover the entire nipple, areola and all, are a good way to prevent this though she will need to be pierced to attach them.
I know, I know! She could just hook jumper cables up tot he rings or bars holding the shields in place and get all the nipple stimulation she needs, but if she actually gets that desperate you should either let her out or keep her locked up in the basement, chained to a wall for "her own good". lol.
Chastity bras are another option, but far more bulky and noticeable, as well as hard to find and wear for long periods of time.
Thigh bands are attachable to many types of CBs to prevent both her wearing pants as well as shortening her stride.
If you do go through with the teasing sessions you have to learn her bodilly responses Far better than you do now. You'll have some hits and misses early on, don't worry! You, and she, will learn.
Like a male, a woman can have spontaeous orgasms, usually when asleep i.e. wet dreams. This is harder to deal with in women, and really, can't be delt with. The best advice I have would be to try hypnosis or subliminal messages.

Here's a good hypno site.
Warp My Mind
http://www.warpmymind.com/

Though this sin't a sire fire way to prevent such spontaneous releases, it often helps.

There are more extreme solutions:

Female Clitoral Circumcision
http://www.circlist.com/femalecirc/anatfemale.html

Take a look at the Pharonic Circumcision link on the above page.

Aside from all this, I can't think of much else, so until next time.

Ciao!

Male Chasity

2005-06-02T00:53:00.000-07:00

(Warning! I am not a medical practitioner! Consult proper medical authorities for any such questions!)
Ok, here we go.
I figured I'd do a post on male chastity and orgasm denial first since, oddly enough, it seems men enjoy being denied orgasm more than women.
So ladies, it seems not all of us are ruled by our "little heads". lol

So, there are many ways to deprive a man of orgasm for any length of time.
In fact, men can be permanently deprived where-as women always have more options since their tasty bits have more nerve endings than males.

Firstly, if a man can become erect, he can almost Always cum. So you'll first want to make sure he can't get erect. A chastity device is perfect for this.

The most popular seems to be the CB-2000 or 3000 found here.
http://cb-2000.com/

There are numerous other style models.
Such as:

Chastity Steel
http://www.chastitysteel.com/

Neosteel
https://www.neosteel.com/neosteelshop/index.cfm?&lg=en&cy=dollar

Tollyboy
http://www.tollyboy.com/

Latowski
http://www.latowski.de/latowskiFlash/sonar.htm

and the wildly popular Mistress Lori designs
http://www.chastitytube.com/

As well as several home built designs on Altarboy's website.
http://www.tpe.com/~altarboy/homebilt.htm

Any of these are perfect for preventing a man from; masturebating, having penetrative sex (from the penetrator part anyways lol), and most importantly, from getting erect which is what you need.
Once he is unable to become erect, you have to deal with comfort and cleaning.
See the sites for each model for instructions.
Now, he is unable to get it up, touch it, or even pee standing up with most models.

However, orgasm is still possible even locked. So what to do, whatto do.
Well the most extreme step here would be castration, but that's not for everyone.
Read this for more info.
http://www.bmezine.com/news/people/A10101/gelding.html
Second, lowering the temperature of his testicles will slow the production of both semen and testosterone, but this isn't long term.
Prostate milking, however, can be used with temperature reduction to prevent orgasm indefinately.
Read about cold milking here.
http://www.tpe.com/~altarboy/not90714.htm

If a man is chastized for more than a month, milking is absolutely neccesary to keep his prostate healthy.
Keep repeating:
"An empty prostate is a happy prostate!"

Once his prostate has been milked dry, he will be unable to become erect or orgasm for a set time. Usually between a day and a week depending on the man. He can still feel everything done to his genitals though.
So here's your chance for some fun!
masturebating him in this condition will amp up his sex drive even though he is unable to cum.
After a day of teasing it's best to lock him back up till the next milking session.

If done often enough, cold prostate milkings will deny a man orgasm permanently while still keeping his drive up and forcing him to endure orgasm withdrawl.
the more he is teased, and the more often, the better!
If you do allow your man to orgasm again, it is best to have him tied securely for both his safety and your enjoyment.
After a long orgasm withdrawl period, allowing him to cum can be dangerous.
If he is denied for more than a year it is in his best interest to Not allow him release as his body will have adjusted to this state of tease and denial.
there is also a phenomenon know as the Three Month Hump.
After three months without cumming, the body begins to lower it's response rate. i.e. His blue balls will fade to white.

This can be delt with by keeping him in a hyper excited state after milkings.
I'm sure you've all seen the Viagra commercials giving warning to seek medical help for erections lasting longer than two hours.
These warnings are there because after two hours erect, the muscles in the penis will begin to be permanently stretched or tear.
Think of your old socks and how the cuffs are so damned loose when they used to snap back.
But since after a thorough milking he Can't become erect, he can be teased for hours on end with little (physical) injury.
If he doesn't last long recieving oral attention, this is a great way to increase his withdrawl.
Fellate him after a milking for an hour and he will be weaping and putty in your hands.
You can also masturebate him by hand or with any toys you wish if you don't want to suck on his limp noodle.
The milking will keep him healthy, the teasing will keep him horny, the rest is left to you.

Oh! Don't let him give you a load about how much it hurts. Make him take a long, cold shower to ease the pain.

Other alternatives are:
Temproary Neutering via Testicular Heating
http://thedoghouse.org/members/temporaryneutering.htm

Judy's Jewels
http://www.bdsmcafe.com/stories/short/jj1.html

Ciao.

Best ACTUAL Headlines of '04

2005-05-23T13:55:00.000-07:00

This list was emailed to me the other day and I decided to post it jus for kicks. Enjoy!

Crack Found on Governor's Daughter [imagine that]!
Something Went Wrong in Jet Crash, Expert Says [no, really]?
Police Begin Campaign to Run Down Jaywalkers [now that's taking things a bit far]!
Is There a Ring of Debris around Uranus? [not if I wipe thoroughly]!
Panda Mating Fails; Veterinarian Takes Over [what a guy]!
Miners Refuse to Work after Death [no-good-for-nothin' lazy so-and-sos]!
Juvenile Court to Try Shooting Defendant [see if that works any better than a fair trial]!
War Dims Hope for Peace [I can see where it might have that effect!]
If Strike Isn't Settled Quickly, It May Last Awhile [you think]?
Cold Wave Linked to Temperatures [who would have thunk it]!
Enfield (London) Couple Slain; Police Suspect Homicide [they may be on to something]!
Red Tape Holds Up New Bridges [you mean there's something stronger than duct tape]?
Man Struck By Lightning Faces Battery Charge [he probably IS the battery charge]!
New Study of Obesity Looks for Larger Test Group [weren't they fat enough]?
Astronaut Takes Blame for Gas in Spacecraft [That's what he gets for eating those beans!]
Kids Make Nutritious Snacks [Taste like chicken?]
Local High School Dropouts Cut in Half [Chainsaw Massacre all over again!]
Hospitals are Sued by 7 Foot Doctors [Boy, are they tall!]
And the winner is....
Typhoon Rips Through Cemetery; Hundreds Dead Did I read that sign right?

In an office: TOILET OUT OF ORDER...... PLEASE USE FLOOR BELOW
In a Laundromat: AUTOMATIC WASHING MACHINES: PLEASE REMOVE ALL YOUR CLOTHES WHEN THE LIGHT GOES OUT
In a London department store: BARGAIN BASEMENT UPSTAIRS
In an office: WOULD THE PERSON WHO TOOK THE STEP LADDER YESTERDAY PLEASE BRING IT BACK OR FURTHER STEPS WILL BE TAKEN
In an office: AFTER TEA BREAK STAFF SHOULD EMPTY THE TEAPOT AND STAND UPSIDE DOWN ON THE DRAINING BOARD
Outside a secondhand shop: WE EXCHANGE ANYTHING - BICYCLES, WASHING MACHINES, ETC. WHY NOT BRING YOUR WIFE ALONG AND GET A WONDERFUL BARGAIN?
Notice in health food shop window: CLOSED DUE TO ILLNESS
Spotted in a safari park: ELEPHANTS PLEASE STAY IN YOUR CAR
Seen during a conference: FOR ANYONE WHO HAS CHILDREN AND DOESN'T KNOW IT, THERE IS A DAY CARE ON THE 1ST FLOOR
Notice in a farmer's field: THE FARMER ALLOWS WALKERS TO CROSS THE FIELD FOR FREE, BUT THE BULL CHARGES.
On a repair shop door: WE CAN REPAIR ANYTHING. (PLEASE KNOCK HARD ON THE DOOR - THE BELL DOESN'T WORK)
Now that you've smiled at least once, it's your turn to spread the stupidity and send this to someone you want to bring a smile to (maybe even a chuckle).We all need a good laugh, keep on smiling

I Spit At You!

2005-05-19T14:46:00.000-07:00

Ok, haven't made a post in awhile so here goes.

http://www.necrobabes.org/dolcett/main.htm
http://www.mukiskitchen.com/home.html

The above links are for two sites that cover gynophagia.
If you don't know what that is, it is the fantasy fetish of cooking and eating beautiful young women.
Weird, I know, but who am I to criticize.
The reason I bring this up is that it was stuck in my head today, and when I was in the shower I came across, among other things lol, this thought:

Wouldn't "gynophagia" denote only wanting to eat one certain mommy part?

If you wanted to eat the entire girl, wouldn't it be Femmephagia? Or perhaps Estrophagia?
Then ther is the point of the male equivalent.
Masculphagia. Testrophagia?
And, of course, Prostaphagia for the discerning connoisseur.

I suppose it doesn't really matter, the whole affair is fantastical anyways...unless you happen to be Hannibal Lector. O.o

My point is this. You can have whatever bizzarre, twisted, perverse or whatever kind of kink and most intellectuals will have no problem with it.
Just be sure to have the language right. lol

Firestorm Epilogue

2005-05-14T01:25:00.000-07:00

Cassandra was showing the girl around the vast manor and telling her all about it.
"We even have a barn and stables for the ponies. I can show you them if you like, Miss?"
"Ponies?" the buxom blonde asked. "Don’t you mean horses?"
"No, Miss. I don’t."

"Wow!"
She couldn’t take her eyes off them. They were beautiful in their leather and metal harnesses. She especially couldn’t take her eyes off the lovely red-headed pony prancing so proudly before the other two.
Without meaning to, she had moved closer to them, close enough to run her hand lightly up the shining backside of the fiery ponygirl she had thought to be enchanting. At the touch, the girl turned and seemed to smile with only her eyes, her swimmingly green eyes, at the young woman who while blushing found herself unable to move away.
Firestorm, she had been told that was her name, began to gently rub her firm rump against her hand in delicate circles.
This invitation made her all the bolder, reaching up to toy with the huge steel rings piercing each swollen nipple. So much larger these rings, then the ones the other ponies had. The circumference had to be that of a small saucer, and the thickness was nearly half an inch if it was a hair.
She caressed these rings and the tender bits of flesh they bisected, causing Firestorm to whinny happily and prance a bit in place. As her hand slid upward to the small ring dangling from the middle of her nose and attached to the front of her bit, she saw the tiny ring was welded in place. The bit could not be fully removed, only detached form her harness and lifted to brush her teeth or use her sweet mouth.
She gazed into her deep green eyes and saw only contentment.
"God, you are so beautiful," she whispered.
"Would you like to ride our lil Firestorm?" asked Raymond the stableman.
Looking over at him, Melissa saw him holding a strange looking saddle made to incorporate the girl’s arms into it, and with a twin set of long, thick phalluses protruding from the seat.
As if in a daze, Mel found herself watching him saddle the pony as Cassie led her toward them. She wasn’t wearing any underwear under the flimsy blue dress Mrs. Stevenson had left her, so she was gently lifted and placed onto the two rubber dildos. She moaned and squirmed in his arms as they slid home, and was too overwhelmed to notice Cassie binding her feet and legs into the sides of the saddle. It was only when Ray tied her hands with the reins that she thought to complain.
"Wh-what are you doing?" she asked in a breathy voice as the two intruders wiggled around inside her.
"Well some girls have this bad habit of sliding off the saddle and we just don’t want that to happen with you," he said with an evil gleam in his eye as he slapped Firestorm’s rear and sent her rushing off toward the sunset, the girl saddled upon her screaming as a sudden orgasm rushed up her body.
As they watched the two ride off, Raymond asked the all too familiar question.
"So what do you think this one will end up as?"
To which the young maid gave her usual reply with an evil little smirk.
"I don’t know, but I know she will bring a smile to Ma’am’s face for sure."

The End...?

Firestorm Part Four

2005-05-11T02:53:00.000-07:00

Soft morning light warmed her cheek as Marie began to wake up.
She felt stiff all over, the way she often times did after a night of great sex. It wasn’t until she tried to stretch her hands over her head that she realized she was still in the stable, arms secured behind her.
As she began to open her eyes, she saw Mrs. Stevenson staring down at her with a gentle smile. She blushed, thinking how she must look.
"Well, aren’t we a sight this morning," her smiling employer said. "Here I was going to take my other ponies out for an early morning run and I find I have a new one, just waiting to be broken in!"
Marie began a weak protest about having been curious yesterday and ending up falling asleep out here in the stables.
It was all crap.
Even she didn’t believe it.
Mrs. Stevenson only smiled down at her as she opened the gate and gently helped her out of the stall. Marie expected her to remove the arm binder and was both shocked and slightly aroused when she instead placed a bit in her mouth and pulled her slowly along with the reins.
She was led to what appeared to be a grooming area, and indeed it was, for she saw Raymond brushing out Biscuit’s long blonde locks close to where she was. Cinnamon stood beside her, her mane of ebony curls thick and shiny in the early light of the day.
Carol began to brush out her tangled red hair. It hurt at first, since she had fallen asleep with it mostly wet, but soon her disheveled pelt began to relax and she did as well. The sensation of the brush going over her long tail of fire red curls, tickling her skin beneath, was a delicious treat. She closed her eyes and swayed slightly with each stroke of the brush. Even the gentle tugging of the bristles in her waves of crimson felt wonderful.
She was slightly saddened when it was over.
Mrs. Stevenson was admiring her crowning glory in it’s full majesty for the first time. It was in this quiet awe that she gave Marie a new name.
"Firestorm. That will be your name. It’s rather fitting, don’t you agree, Raymond?"
Glancing over, the handsome stable hand grinned and lent his agreement.
Firestorm, she thought. It sounded nice.
It was with a sudden shiver that Marie realized what had just been said.
With wide eyes she glanced back at Carol, frightened and pleading with her emerald gaze.
"Shh," she soothed. "Calm down, calm down. I’m not going to up and kidnap you here."
At her words, Marie began to relax. Although, a bit of apprehension remained, for she knew that if she really wanted to, Mrs. Stevenson could do just that.
With a dainty tug on her reins, Carol led Firestorm toward the tack area.
She shivered as she thought about the implications of being given a pony name. She had said she wouldn’t kidnap her, but if she was considered nothing more than livestock, would it really be kidnaping in their eyes? Fear was a small voice in the back of her head now, a small voice that was kept minuscule by a much larger voice telling her how exciting it was to be a pony.
She had to admit, to herself if to no one else, that she had loved being a ponygirl last night. She had especially enjoyed the sex, both with the strapping Raymond and the two gardeners that had chanced upon her as well.
A proper arm binder had been affixed around her arms while she reminisced, and she found herself being laced into her harness.
Carol’s knee dug into her spine as she forced the laces in the inbuilt corset tighter and tighter. Only when her waist was reduced to a tiny, bending reed did she stop. It was much more severe than Ray had done the previous evening. Indeed even drawing a breath was a bit difficult.
The touch of her delicate hands on her breasts as she adjusted them into the supporting cups thrilled chills up and down her spine. Her nipples hardened quickly at the touch and there was nothing to hide that fact.
She blushed and then squealed as heavy clamps were secured tightly onto her thick teats and attached to the chain running behind her back.
Next came the silver hoofed boots. Her arches had began to adjust to the extreme heel last night, but after sleeping without them it was again slightly painful to be on point like this. The boots clung tightly to her calves and gently squeezed her thighs as they were secured in place.
"I must admit, I knew you were here before I came in," Mrs. Stevenson reveal.
Firestorm looked over her shoulder at the smiling woman mildly shocked.
"Ray told me how much you enjoyed playing pony, and that he was a tad disappointed that we didn’t have the proper gear for you, so I ran a few errands last night."
It was as she finished that she held up the brilliantly red ponytail buttplug that seemed as if it was meant for her. The color was perfectly matched to her own hair and a smile played along her lips as it was lowered out of view.
Firestorm bent slightly to give Carol a better angle for insertion and whinnied with joy when the plug sank home.
She was overjoyed and quickly began to march toward the long mirror to see herself with her new tail when she was abruptly halted with a hard tug on her reins.
"Not yet, Firestorm. There is one more little piece of equipment you need."
Confused, the scarlet pony turned with a frown and saw her owner holding a terribly secure looking steel chastity belt that was just her size.
She paled as she looked into Carol’s eyes.
"Well, we can’t be having a repeat of yesterday, now can we?" she said with a slightly malicious grin.
Reluctantly, Firestorm was pulled back toward her and locked into the chastity belt. As she heard it click shut, and felt the tight steel cupping her smooth sex and ass, Marie, trapped in her pony persona kept telling herself that it was just a game.
It was only after she was fully secured, that Carol led her newest pony to the mirror to see herself.
Marie was still amazed at the loveliness before her. That she had made such a divinely beautiful pony was shocking. As she turned to see her new tail, it did indeed look natural. The black of the leather holding her so tightly, the glint of steel at hoof and waist, the red, red hair on top and tail. She truly felt beautiful in a way she never had before.
A small tear traced her cheek as she beheld herself.
As Mrs. Stevenson kissed that tear away, she slowly led her outside and into the bright, early morning sun.
Biscuit and Cinnamon were already outside and prancing impatiently in place. They stopped for a moment when she was led toward them. The two ponies shared a look and a near imperceivable smile around their bits at the sight of the new ponygirl before them.
The pair approached her and Carol moved aside, still lightly holding her reins, and let the ponies examine their new friend.
Cinnamon circled left while Biscuit went right. Firestorm tried to keep them in sight but a sudden yank on her reins made her keep her face forward as they examined her.
Biscuit lowered her head and ruffled Firestorm’s tail while Cinnamon pressed herself close enough to rub her substantial bosom against her own.
The two continued to move around her, growing ever closer until their three bodies never ceased touching and Marie was panting with the bit in her mouth.
Saliva had begun to drip down onto her breasts as moisture leaked out of her chastity belt as well. The feel of the two other ponies grinding against her drove her mad with passion and she desperately wanted to have both her hands and sex free of their bonds if only for a few minutes.
She began to rub herself against the other girls as they squeezed her tight between them and soon felt moisture raining down from them as well.
She opened her eyes to see Biscuit in front of her, rubbing her steel encased groin desperately against her thigh, as she did much the same to her. Cinnamon’s dark face caressed her’s from behind and she felt her earlobe being lightly nibbled as she sucked it in between the bit and her upper teeth.
The whole while, Mrs. Stevenson watched her three ponies grinding against one another and smiled at their frustration. She let them enjoy themselves for a few more minutes before pulling them apart.
"Okay, that’s enough, girls. You’ll have plenty of time to run all that energy off today," she smirked as she tugged on their reins, separating the three madly frustrated ponies.
Raymond approached and led Biscuit and Cinnamon away toward a cart designed to be pulled by the team. Firestorm would have liked to stay and watch as they were harnessed to the cart but was instead led away by Carol to a large circular pen that contained a series of obstacles and a motorized pole and guide to train new ponies, or so Carol told her.
As she was fastened into the machine, she was told how this would teach her to be a real pony just like Biscuit and Cinnamon were. That she would learn how to run, how to high-step, and how to be properly guided this way.
She had so many questions she wanted to ask, but the bit prevented anything more than unintelligible grunts and whinnies.
After she had secured Firestorm into the rig, Carol cradled her harnessed face and kissed her as best she could around the bit and cradled her plump breasts in both hands. She rolled the thick nipples between thumb and forefinger, squeezing the tight clamps against that tender flesh.
She smiled at the desperation in her eyes and told her she would be back for her after lunch. She then walked over to the control panel, turned the machine on and watched as Firestorm was slowly led forward by the chain affixed to her reins.
The machine allowed her to start off rather slowly. She easily managed to high-step over the obstacles before her and quickly learned the pattern of those in the inner ring, but as she was led further out, it became more and more difficult to make it over the higher obstacles and twice she stumbled and was jerked up by the incessant pull forward.
Soon the machine was going faster and faster and Firestorm was struggling to keep her balance. By the time she was led to the outer ring, which was blessedly free of obstacles, she was running full out and barely able to keep her feet as the machine sped ahead of her, forcing her to lean forward as she ran.
If someone had wandered by they would have seen the leather clad ponygirl galloping at full tilt, her round, firm ass sticking out provocatively, breasts sticking defiantly out as she dashed forward, ever forward. Sweat glistened on her leather harness causing her to shine brightly in the midmorning light.
Just as she began to get the hang of running in such a manner, the infernal machine began to move her back toward the obstacle filled inner rings and only slowed slightly.
First she tried jumping the obstacles but soon found herself getting a face full of hay as she stumbled in her steel hoofed boots and decided rather to high-step rapidly over the bales of hay in her path.
The pace was difficult, and the extra frustration caused by a rapidly changing pattern of obstacles made the ordeal exhausting and soon Firestorm felt like she would faint. It was then that the pole leading her forward began to spray her with a light mist of cool water, not too much as to cause cramping but enough to keep her conscious. This was both a blessing and a punishment, or so she believed.
She had no clock or watch with which to tell the time, and could only hope that she had been running for as long as she felt like she had and that Carol would soon come to free her of this damnable device. As she was once again led to the outer ring, Firestorm began to prepare herself for the grueling pace she was sure would ensue, but was surprised to find the machine slowing her gait.
It kept her moving at a goodly pace, but it was no longer a difficulty to do so. As she began to catch her breath, she began to feel her body. She felt tired to be sure, but her muscles felt loose and ready. She realized she was still high-stepping. It seemed more natural to walk this way. Her lungs felt more expansive, even with the unforgiving corset so tight against her. She felt like she could keep running even though she was tired. She also felt terribly slick, sweat had to be coating her entire form but she could not look down to see, the pole held her reins up too high to look down, or in any direction except forward.
Every sense seemed enhanced; she could feel the gently swaying of the chain clipped onto her nipples, the sounds of her thighs rubbing delicately together with each step, the squelching sound of sweat and leather moving together, the firm grip of the chastity belt on her wet sex, the way the metal had been warmed by her body and was no longer cold. She felt the bit in her mouth, the taste and texture. The horsehair tail swishing against her naked ass cheeks. The fat plug buried deep within her anal passage. Everything felt so wonderful. When the pole began to speed up again, she welcomed it with a joyous whinny and rushed forward eagerly.
Carol Stevenson was having her asshole licked clean by one of her toilet slaves when her watch alarm went off. Looking down at the face of the expensive timepiece, she suddenly remembered Firestorm. Her newest pony had been in the practice pen for about five hours now and should be a bit more proficient in her pony role by now.
She smirked at the thought of her employee being turned into the creature she had been so fond of watching and let a trickle of urine flow down into the eager mouth of the girl locked into the bowl below. She had such a collection of them, she mused as she headed out to the pen.
Firestorm was now back inside the stable. She was also completely naked, her harness being cleaned. She had been scrubbed clean of sweat and dirt, as well as other bodily fluids, and stood straight and tall, her bit tied off to a hook dangling from the ceiling. Her feet were locked into a short set of ponyboots that ended just a few inches above the ankle, her arms tied behind her with rope.
Her head was inclined upward and she couldn’t see the face of the man who was toying with her right breast, though she knew the woman was Mrs. Stevenson.
"How would you like this done?" he asked, and she knew he was not speaking to her.
"The same as the others," came the reply from Carol.
Firestorm had no ideal what was about to happen but she didn’t need to wait long to find out. A sudden pain in her nipple let her know something was wrong and she tried to pull away to no avail and screamed into her bit.
She felt a splash of liquid on her aching teat and then the cool touch she recognized as metal. Suddenly she knew what had happened. She recalled the thick rings in Biscuit and Cinnamon’s nipples that had been attached to the chains that ran behind their backs, much like the clamps that had been on her nipples earlier. She was not at all surprised when he moved onto her left breast and she received another jolt of pain.
After the man was done, and thick heavy steel rings dangled prettily from each juddering teat, Firestorm was allowed to rest in her pen. She knew it was her pen because she had seen her new name engraved above the stall door as she was led inside.
"You’ve been transferred by the way," Carol said rather abruptly.
Marie looked up at her from the hay, confused.
"A ‘Special Projects’ team, researching the long term affects of livestock conditions. Basically the same deal I gave to Cinnamon. It explains everything to your friends and family while you get to stay here as my little pony, forever."
Her eyes widened at the words and she felt her heart skip a beat, but she also felt her pussy clench tight at the though of being a pony forever. A tiny squeal escaped her mouth. Carol reached down and removed the bit from her aching mouth and began to stroke her cheek.
"Of course, you can tell me right now if you don’t want to be my pony and I will let you go, but it’s now or never Firestorm."
She looked up at her softly smiling face and was torn with confusion and conflict. Part of her so desperately wanted to stay, to be what Cinnamon and Biscuit were. Another part wanted nothing more then to be free of her fetters and run, run as far and as fast as she possibly could. Never before had she felt so torn. So conflicted. In the end, she looked up silently at Carol and begged with her eyes for what she truly wanted.
"Okay sweetheart, okay," she whispered as she bent to kiss her trembling lips.
As they kissed, Carol’s hand traced her new piercings lightly, which still caused her to cry out in pain, and the wandered lower, to toy with her dripping pussy lips.
Firestorm moaned loudly into her new owners mouth as she felt her feathery touch on her aching sex. She remembered Raymond’s words to her about Biscuit. That she had not had an orgasm in a year. A year! Would that be her fate as well? To be kept in a constant state of ecstatic
joy without any release for an indefinite amount of time? She hoped not but, as Carol’s fingers brought her closer and closer to the desperate climax her body had wanted all day, Firestorm knew she would be happy here no matter what.

Firestorm Part Three

2005-05-07T22:14:00.000-07:00

They were magnificent, she thought.
Marie watched the two ponygirls literally rolling around in the grass. Luxuriating in the softness of it against their skin.
She was a little surprised that they were still in their restraints, however.
"Do you ever let them out of those harnesses?" she asked Ray.
"Of course. They have to be cleaned, you know. The leather starts to smell if it isn’t clean regularly and so will the ponies. I’ll show you later."
She couldn’t take her eyes off them. They were so beautiful in their leather and steel regalia. She watched as they played with one another, rubbing their chests together and chasing each other. They seemed totally content.
She found herself walking toward them as they lay on the grass together. It was almost like she was in a trance, she thought. Marie seemed to watch from a great height as she ran her hand over the straps which held Cinnamon’s mammoth mounds high and tight. At the touch, the sable pony turned and gave her heavy lidded eyes and a small, almost unperceivable smile around her bit.
Her hands moved of their own accord over the leather that she found softer and more yielding than she had thought it would be.
She stopped only when Biscuit rubbed herself against the back of her body.
She looked back at her and chuckled.
"You are frisky, aren’t you?"
She stroked Biscuit’s cheek, able to now that the blinders had been removed, and heard her whinny softly as she moved to explore her harness.
Her hands toyed with the straps on her bosom. Her breasts were smaller than Cinnamon’s, although her nipples hardened much quicker around the thick metal rings piercing them.
Her hands wandered lower until she was examining the chastity belt that restrained the poor pony’s dripping sex.
"You poor thing," she mutter as her hand slid around to play with the plug tail buried deep in her rump.
More moisture rained down her muscular thighs through the belt as she ground her hips against her hands.
A warm chuckle told her that Ray was behind her and Biscuit cried out softly as she stood up, leaving her still frustrated.
"Time to take them in," he said.
Marie noticed the slowly dying light as this strange, strange day began to end.
As Ray led the way back to the stables, Marie tugged lightly on Biscuit’s reins imitating Ray almost perfectly.
She found it very exciting to lead the girl around like this, but was secretly wishing it was her on the end of the rein.
Inside the stable, Ray had stripped Cinnamon and she now stood completely naked, except for her piercings, with her hands pulled tight above her.
Marie followed the ropes the cuffs were attached to and found a pulley system that ended attached to the wall. Cinnamon was completely free of her restrictive tack. Even her chastity belt.
Marie noticed how much bigger the girl’s tits were than she had thought. No wonder the harness had been so tight!
It was when Ray gently took the reins out of her hand and led Biscuit to another pair of cuffs attached to another pulley system that she moved closer to the helpless black pony.
She noticed she was standing on point, just like her silver hoofed boots had made her walk, and she surmised that after wearing them for so long that her feet and legs must have adjusted to them and would most likely be very painful to walk around without them.
There were some darker marks on her skin where the harness had gripped her tightly. Her breasts were marked darkly, their nipples thick and excited now. She pulled lightly on one ring and was rewarded with a soft whinny.
"Careful."
"Huh?" she said startled out of her dazed state.
"They aren’t secured now, like normal. She might get a little frisky if you toy with her too much."
And this would be a bad thing, how? She thought.
She was gently pulled away from Cinnamon as Ray showed her a set of knobs connected to pipes that ran up the wall and over the two bound girls. As he turned the knobs, Marie heard water rushing through the pipes and watched detailedly as warm water cascaded down onto them.
They practically danced under the spray. Swaying back and forth on their tip-toes as it gurgled and sloshed down their naked forms. When they seamed thoroughly drenched, Ray turned the water down to a slow mist and handed Marie a brush and a bar of soap.
"You can wash down Cinnamon, if you want. I’m afraid Biscuit will try to stimulate herself a bit and you really got to know what you’re doing to prevent that while washing her."
She took the soap and brush and stared at them for a moment. She ran her hand over the brush and found it coarse. It would be a bit abrasive against naked skin, but would also clean well, taking off a layer of dead skin easily. She stepped up to Cinnamon and began to soap her up.
She ran the bar of soap over her huge breasts and heard her sigh softly. Suds ran down her lithe form as she moved lower and lower.
When she began to massage her cunt, covering it quite quickly in suds, she looked up to see her head loll back.
She covered the girl in lather, even down to her toes. Taking the time to massage the soles of her feet, Marie adored this chore. Glancing over at Ray and Biscuit she saw the frustrated girl get a smack on her naked ass with the back of the brush for trying to rub herself against his touch.
"You know better!" Raymond warned her, and continued to lather her quivering body.
She smiled at the display and looking up, saw Cinnamon do the same as she watched her partner whimper under the touch of the brush.
"How long’s it been since she got to have an orgasm?"
"Oh, I guess about a year now."
"A year?!?!" she said nearly dropping the brush and startling Cinnamon.
Marie instinctively reached out and caressed the frightened girl as though she was indeed a real mare.
"She hasn’t had an orgasm in a whole year?" she asked more calmly, thinking she had misheard him. Surely no one would do that to her. Surely not a year.
"Yeah, about a year, or so. Most of the time it’s been Cinnamon that’s had a smile when Mrs. Stevenson takes them out. I think it was a year since Biscuit came back smiling, maybe I’m wrong. Might’ve been longer," he mused softly as he carefully scrubbed the overly aroused filly.
Marie stared at Biscuit in shock, before turning back to the slightly smiling Cinnamon.
With a small chuckle, she began to scrub her again.
After the ponies had been scrubbed down, Raymond had locked their arms in a different set of arm binders, these less severe than the ones they wore with their tack, and led them to their stables to sleep.
Marie gazed down at them as they quickly fell asleep in the hay. Both girls were naked save the arm binders and their freshly scrubbed chastity belts.
Biscuit, apparently was having a very stimulating dream, she thought with a smile as she watched a small frown form between her brows as she twitched in the hay, thrusting her hips forwards slightly.
"You really like them, huh?" asked Ray from behind her.
"Yeah, I guess I do."
They both spoke softly so as to not wake the resting ponies.
"You wanna try it out a bit?"
"Try it out?" she asked with a puzzled frown.
She watched as his eyes roamed over her body.
"I think we got an extra harness that would fit you. Don’t have any chastity belts though, so you’d have to go commando."
She blushed at his words and the look in his eyes, but nodded her head. She couldn’t pass up the chance to try it out.
With a devilish smile, he led her into another part of the stable. She saw the harnesses the girls had been wearing set up on a rack to dry after their cleaning, as well as other sets, and extra equipment.
"Take off your clothes please," he asked nonchalantly.
Slowly she stripped off the red dress and heels and stood naked before him without fully realizing it. First, he pulled her arms behind her and slipped them into an arm binder.
She gasped softly as he tightened the laces up and she could no longer move so much as a finger. She was now helpless and totally nude in front of a man she had just met a few hours ago. As this dawned on her she hesitated when he told her to come closer.
Seeing her hesitation and fear, he quickly took matters in hands and chose a bit and head harness and fitted it onto and around her head. As she tried to explore the bit with her tongue, Ray attached reigns to the bit and gently tugged her closer.
Using a measuring device like the shoe stores of her childhood had always had, he quickly set about fitting her into a set of pony-boots.
The shape of the boots forced her up higher on her toes than she thought and became slightly painful very quickly. Yet as she stared down and saw the black of the boots tipped with silver, it seemed worth it.
Turning her around, Ray gently prodded her anus to see what size plug to use.
At the first touch of his fingers in her rear passage, Marie had jumped and squealed behind her bit. She had never been touched there before and to go from that first virgin probing to having a seemingly enormous plug tail filling her tight orifice was dizzying to say the least.
As she tottered on her heels, or rather her hooves, she felt the tail sway softly against her buttocks. The delicate touch was so delicious she forgot the plug for a moment and felt like the tail was really part of her.
As she savored this sensation, Ray began easing her into the harness. His touch on her breasts as he eased them into the supportive lacings thrilled her beyond words. The feel of the leather gripping her as the laces on the built in corset were tightened was wondrous.
When she was fully outfitted, Ray gently led her over to a full length mirror that was attached to the back of a stall door.
When Marie saw herself as a pony for the first time, she stopped breathing for a moment.
Her milk pale skin glowed against the contrast of black leather and shiny steel. Since her nipples were not pierced, clips had been used to attach chains to her teats. Tiny bells jingled as her breasts stirred and she wished she had been pierced so she could feel the pull of the chain even more.
Turning to see her profile, Marie saw her tail for the first time.
It was a deep red that matched her own mane nearly perfectly and did indeed seem like a part of her. Her hooves clicked on the stone floor as she pranced in place excitedly.
"Whoa, whoa, girl," Ray said tugging on her reigns.
She calmed down a bit but was still so excited to see herself this way.
Moisture began to drip slowly down her thighs and boots.
Ray swiped a hand over her mellifluous cunt and raised it into the light were she could see it drip from his fingers.
"Another reason why we use chastity belts; cuts down on the mess."
She whinnied excitedly and surprised herself with the sound. Chuckling softly, Ray led her outside.
The evening air seemed to race to her, caressing her naked breasts, ass and cunt. She tilted her head back to savor the sensation.
"Oops! Forgot something," he said as he led her to the hitching post next to the water trough.
After he had tied her reins to the post, Ray stepped back into the stable leaving her there, helpless.
It was then that she discovered just how vulnerable she was. She couldn’t use her arms, her legs were forced on point and she couldn’t even speak with the bit in her mouth.
Yet as secured as she was, her breasts juddered freely, her ass was cupped but not covered at all by the leather framework that encased her, and her dripping sex was gaping open for anyone to see. Or touch.
As Raymond returned, she saw a pair of blinders in his hand and knew she would be even more helpless in but a moment.
With the blinders in place, she could see nothing except what was directly in front of her.
And since Ray was holding her reigns, he controlled where her head could turn, thus controlling what she saw.
As she gingerly stepped across the grass she was made aware of something else Ray had fetched besides the blinders.
A sharp and biting pain raced across her buttocks as the riding crop struck.
She tried to pull away put received another blow for that.
"You aren’t walking right. High step, girl! C’mon, you can do it."
As the crop struck her buttocks again, Marie began to high step across the grass with Ray leading her.
As she got the rhythm, the blows stopped altogether.
He increased their pace and soon she was running full out beside him across the meadow.
Her knees nearly brushed her jiggling breasts with each step and soon she lost all thought except the constant rhythm of high stepping across the verdant meadows.
After a good long run that brought them to the other end of the field, Ray began to slow them both down and let the girl rest. She had done very well, especially since this was her first night as a pony.
He saw she was sweating and gasping a little behind her bit so he decided to let her have a drink. There was another water trough near the main house. He led her toward it and tied her reins to the post above leaving enough slack for her to drink.
Deciding that he needed a drink too, Ray left her for a minute to go get something from inside.
As she was left alone again in the night air in her tightly constricting tack, Marie lapped up the cool water quickly, savoring every drop as she never had before. It was strange to have to drink around the bit but she managed. She noted that the exertion of the run had not quelled her desire one bit. Quite the opposite she thought, as she felt her juices run down her thighs again.
It was as she was bent over the trough like this that a pair of gardeners found her. They had been heading inside much like Raymond had, when they saw the ever inviting sight of Marie’s naked backside bent over the trough.
One of the men ran his hand over her glistening rump causing her to startle and jerk upright.
"Ooh, frisky."
"Yeah, and she ain’t even wearing her belt either."
"You know what the boss lady said, if they ain’t under lock and key, their free meat."
The pair chuckled as they continued stroking her exposed flesh.
Marie tried to speak through the bit but was unable to make more than an inarticulate noise that didn’t sound human even to her.
Half of her hoped Raymond would come back soon and call them off. The other half hoped he didn’t and she hated it. She felt herself blush and the men laughed uproariously.
"Me first," said the taller one of the pair as he moved up behind Marie.
He pulled her back a bit from the trough forcing her reins tight enough that she couldn’t turn her head anymore. She felt his pants flutter against her buttocks and then the head of his penis rubbing against her pussy lips.
As much as she hated it, she couldn’t stop the flow of cunt milk that began to lube his cock as he eased his way inside her.
She stomped her hooves in outrage, but to her rapist, it seemed out of excitement.
He began to move faster; in and out, in and out. One hand reached around to massage her clit as the other toyed with the clips on her nipples.
She came as he forced himself on her and she hated it!
She hated him!
She hated Raymond!
She hated herself for letting this happen!
She hated it!
Yet it was probably one of the best orgasms of her life, and he wasn’t done yet.
She came three times before she felt him flood her with his seed.
As he moved away from her, the other gardener moved up behind her and pulled her tight against him, shoving his manhood in hard without the gentle foreplay the other man had bothered with.
He fucked her cunt without regard for what she felt. He used her as a toy for his own pleasure and wiped himself off in her tail when he was done.
She had came twice with him inside her.
A few minutes later, Raymond came back out smiling to her as he untied her reins and began to lead her back to the stables.
He let her take smaller steps at the slower pace and began to praise her.
"You did very good for your first night. You’re really a natural, you know that? I just wish we had a chastity belt that would’ve fit you so you could get the whole experience. Oh, well."
When they got back to the stable, he led her toward the area were they had bathed Cinnamon and Biscuit. Marie pulled back on her reigns just a bit, she didn’t want out of the gear yet.
"C’mon, sugar. You need a shower," he said with a playful smile.
Marie moved closer to him and began to rub her groin against his leg hoping he would get the message.
"You’re as bad as Biscuit," he chuckled and slid two fingers against her pussy lips.
She whinnied excitedly at the touch. She wanted to be fucked as a pony again, before she had to get out of the getup.
After playing with her cunt for a few minutes, teasing her but not allowing her to cum just yet, Ray led her over to a stall and bent her over to tie her reins to a small eyelet near the floor.
Once again, a man stood behind her and she was helpless to stop him.
Unlike the last times, however, this time she felt a different burning touch her skin as the crop was brought down hard across her cheeks.
Pushing her legs apart, Raymond whipped her ass and cunt with the crop hard and for a long time.
He covered her sex and soft cheeks with a lattice of red welts before he shoved his long, thick cock deep inside her.
She squealed with every inch as he fucked her roughly.
It was as he was fucking her that she discovered the true reason for the nipple chains as he yanked on the adjoining chain dangling on the small of her back.
Her tits blazed in pain and pleasure while her cunt did the same. She was packed tight with cock and plastic. She was in horrible pain from the crop and in terrible pleasure from the man behind her and it was the happiest she had ever been as she coated his cock and balls with her cum as orgasm after orgasm shook her body.
He had taken her in the shower as well.
With her hands secured above her and all the gear removed he had taken her from behind, a first for her. With one hand toying with her clit and another pulling her head to one side by the hair, he flooded her entrails with his cum as she cried out in orgasm again and again.
When she was cleaned, he had bound her arms as he had with Biscuit and Cinnamon and led her to a spare stall, exhausted. Inside, he had forced her to suck every inch into her mouth until he coated her throat with his spent seed. Then he blistered her tits with a small cat-o-nine-tails before applying a set of painful clamps to each hardened tip and leaving her to sleep in the hay.

Firestorm Part Two

2005-05-04T21:45:00.000-07:00

Cassandra had been right. There weren’t horses, but there were ponies.
Marie could only stare as she watched a pair of nearly naked women draw a cart toward her and her guide to this world of incredible eroticism.
Their breasts were secured in a network of straps yet exposed to view. Boots in a hard and shiny leather climbed to mid-thigh and ended in silver toned hooves that kept the girls on tiptoe. Their nipples were pierced and attached to their harnesses. The glint of silver was everywhere on them as well as the glossy black gleam of leather and latex. She had expected the sex of both ponies to be open for view but found them instead encased in terribly secure looking chastity belts.
As the team was reined in before them, she was able to see that their arms were fastened together behind their backs in an arm binder in the same hard black leather as their tack. She was shocked at the display and even more shocked from the arousal she was feeling watching the ponies’ passenger rise from his seat in the cart and lead them to a hitching post to rest.
"Hey, Cassie." he said.
"Hello, Mr. Raymond," the petite maid said with a delicate curtsy.
"Who is your friend here? A guest?"
"Yes, Sir. This is Ma’am’s new friend, Miss Marie. I was showing her around and she wanted to see the ponies."
The muscular stable hand chuckled a bit at that and approached them after having wiped down the two sweating ponygirls.
"Well, I don’t see why not. This one is named Cinnamon," he said indicating the black pony gasping slightly behind her bit. "And this is Biscuit." Biscuit was as blonde as Cassie and tanned a nice bronze.
Marie only stared dumbly at the pair as they stamped their shiny hooves and snorted.
"Ah, they wanna run some more," he said and turned to untie them from the post before hesitating. He turned back toward Marie and smiled slightly.
"Would you like to go for a ride?" he said slyly.
"Huh?"
"A ride. In the cart. Cassie would have to ride with you since you obviously have never done it before and I’d make the load too heavy, but I’m sure they can manage and it’ll be fun."
She could only nod and moved as if in a trance toward the cart as Cassie lead the ponies back to it as well.
She watched them being hitched to the cart and was fascinated with the entire process, much to her surprise. When Cassandra finished and hopped into the cart first, she hesitated thinking there was no way the two women could pull them both like this.
As if reading her thoughts, the stable hand whispered to her from much closer then she had thought he would be.
"They’ve been pulling me around for some time now. I weigh about two hundred fifty. If they can haul my ass around, you two girls shouldn’t be a problem."
He gently laid his hands on her shoulders and lightly pushed her into the cart.
With a flick of the reins and a clicking of her tongue, Cassandra started the team off toward the treeline.
What surprised Marie most was the speed the two were able to maintain pulling the cart. They were clearly athletic and used to doing this, but still it was breathtaking. She also noticed the elegant high-stepping gait they maintained the entire time.
She watched Cassandra turn them with a light tug on the reins. The perfect harmony of the pair was astounding. They moved like body and shadow, each seeming to follow the other in perfect synchronization. With the blinders on there was no way they could see the other, much less anything that wasn’t directly in front of them. So they must have been working as a team for some time now.
As they crested a small hill, Marie found her imagination showing her what it must be like. She could almost feel the tight grip of the harness, her mouth filled with the bit. The sharp tug of the reins leading her. Even the heavy swaying of the rings in her nipples chained to her restraints. The bouncing of the tail-plugs of the two ponies was hypnotic. She felt herself leaking onto the leather cushion of the cart, as she hadn’t been given any underwear when she dressed.
Sooner then she would have liked, Marie found they were heading toward a stable area were Raymond the stable hand was waiting for them.
As they slowed from full gallop to an easier lope, the two ponies were beginning to sweat again and their naked flesh gleamed as brightly as the leather and steel that gripped them.
Looking down at the small puddle of moisture that gathered at her thighs, Marie blushed and tried to think of a way to clean it without being noticed. Before she could do anything, she found they had arrived and Cassandra had already gotten out of the cart and was looking at her with a small, mischievous smile.
She coyly slid out of the cart, dragging the hem of her dress over the dampness on the seat, hoping to save herself the embarrassment of Raymond knowing she had nearly creamed herself on the run. She already knew Cassandra had figured it out from the little smile she wore.
"Told you it would be fun," he chuckled wiping the two girls down again.
"Yes it was," she muttered hoping he wouldn’t see the stain on the seat or the patch of wetness on the back of her dress.
She watched, fascinated, as he toweled off Biscuit.
When he began to buff the metal chastity belt encasing her sex, the tanned pony began to rub herself against his hand and whinnied desperately.
It was fairly obvious what the flushed pony wanted.
He only smiled up at her and continued his work cleaning off her sweat and other moisture.
"Why the chastity belts?" Marie asked, a little choked and hoping Raymond would give the horny beast what she wanted.
"Well, without them they tend to rut around with each other as well as rub up against anything they can. So it was decided to lock them up so we can direct that energy as we see fit."
He laughed loudly as he moved on to Cinnamon without satisfying the aching Biscuit.
"Trust me, before we had them belted twenty four seven, they didn’t have NEARLY this much energy or stamina. It was the best thing we ever done for them."
Marie wasn’t sure if she was more horrified about all this or more aroused.
"So you don’t let them have sex at all?"
"Well, Mrs. Stevenson might wanna breed them one day, but until then no."
Looking over his shoulder at her, with a twinkle in his eye he said, "But that doesn’t mean they don’t get to get off every now and then."
As he stood up from cleaning the ebony skinned pony, Raymond lead them both over to a water trough and removed their bits to allow them to drink.
Cinnamon seemed content to bend at the waist and drink slowly, while Biscuit collapsed in frustration and dunked her head into the trough.
"That’ll cool her down a bit," he chuckled.
"So how do they, um, ‘get off’ as you said if they’re locked in the belts all the time?"
She couldn’t believe she was asking this!
She couldn’t believe this was happening!
It was like some strange wet dream she had never know herself to have, yet she knew it was real.
"Well, every now and then, not too often, Mrs. Stevenson will take them out for a run and take the keys with her. I’m not exactly sure what she does with them, but at least one of them comes back with a BIG smile and more exhausted than the other!"
He laughed boisterously again while Cassie giggled and Marie stared at the two ponies.
"You see, she recently took them out again with the keys to their belts and Cinnamon came back with a smile and Biscuit with a few crop marks on her ass. I believe that is why she’s been so frisky lately."
He seemed to think of something as he nodded his head looking at the pair.
"Yeah she’s been acting up lately. Probably upset. I’ll have to work it out of her though, before Mrs. Stevenson decides to whip her into shape herself."
The pair were moving around again. They seemed not restless so much as stretching so they didn’t cramp.
Marie gazed at their moist thighs and couldn’t tell if the shine she was seeing was sweat or something thicker.
She also didn’t care if Raymond saw the stains on her dress or the seat any more.
Cassandra was serving lunch.
Marie stared fixedly at her short bobbed hair, but what she was really seeing was the elegant mane of Biscuit bouncing around as she pulled the cart along with Cinnamon. She couldn’t seem to help herself. Everywhere she looked she saw the pair. Even as Cassandra had showed her the other sights in this bizarre mansion.
She had petted Mrs. Stevenson’s "puppy", Bobbi. She had been adorable in her dalmatian suit complete with paws and a muzzle that attached below the hood with it’s little doggie ears. Bobbi had enjoyed herself as she rolled over onto her back to have her tummy rubbed. Marie, however, had been more interested in the piercings that decorated the pup’s pussy lips and clit. The bells on her nipples had jingled softly as she examined the tiny silver rings.
She had been a little disgusted with the concept of the toilet slaves, though. The girl who had been bound into a urinal with her mouth ring gagged open to accept a thick stream of warm piss from whatever man happened to need to "use the head".
Worse still, was the girls who had been secured below the flooring so that their heads rested at the bottom of the toilet bowl they were affixed to. The thought of what would happen if she herself needed to use the bathroom kept her from drinking too much during the tour.
Before they had returned, however, Cassie had led her out to the barn to see the cows.
Marie had to admit she was turned on by the sight of the three women painted white with black spots, their breasts hooked up to the same type of milking machines used on real cows, forcing their breast milk to be sucked into the waiting collection jugs.
Now she was sitting at the small table in the kitchen which she had asked to eat at instead of being served in the dining room with it’s rather intimidatingly huge banquet table.
As Cassandra sat a bowl of salad and a small piece of steak before her, Marie gently gripped her wrist before she walked away.
"Cassie, would you eat with me, please?"
"Yes, Miss," the girl said with a warm smile.
"And please call me Marie, would you?"
As she sat across from her, she found the adolescent maid staring at her wide-eyed and strangely pale.
"What’s wrong?"
"I can’t call you by your name, Miss."
"Why not?" she asked extremely confused.
"Ma’am will punish me if I do!"
"What do you mean, she’ll punish you? Just for calling me by my name?"
The girl only nodded and looked down at the tabletop. Marie reached out and lightly touched her shaking shoulder with one hand and raised her chin with the other.
"It’s okay, Cassie. I don’t want you to get punished cause of me."
"Thank you, Miss," she said quietly with a small smile touching the corner of her mouth.
Marie smiled back at her and went back to the meal she had fixed her.
"So tell me more about things here."
"What do you wish to know, Miss?"
"Well, tell me about those two, err, ponies."
"Biscuit and Cinnamon."
"Yeah, them," she said trying to hide her desperate interest in them.
"They have belonged to Ma’am for several years now. I remember when I was little they used to let me ride in the cart sometimes as long as someone went with me to control them. I loved those rides."
"Are they always kept like that?"
"What do you mean, Miss?"
"Well, don’t they go to work, or see their families or something?"
At that, Cassandra dropped her fork and burst into hysterical laughter.
After a few minutes, she managed to regain herself and looked again into the wide eyes of Marie, who was staring dumbfounded at her.
"They aren’t people, Miss. They’re just ponies. They don’t have jobs or families. That’s just silly," she said with another giggle.
Marie continued to stare at her dumbly.
"You mean they never get a break from the fun and games here? They never get to be people again?"
"No, none of us do."
At those words, Marie remembered that with all the sights she had been showed, she still could not figure out how some of the girls could get out even if they were allowed.
The cowgirls, now that she thought about it clearly, had not been painted white with black spots, they had been tattooed white with black spots. There had also been hooves on their hands. Grafted on perhaps? She didn’t know.
The image of Bobbi the puppygirl came to her next. The way her mouth had seemed a little strange inside the dog-muzzle now made sense. Dental surgery had been used to make her mouth fit a muzzle shape perfectly. No way she would pass for normal now.
Last but not least, the images she had tried to block out came to her. The girl staring up at her from her place at the bottom of the toilet bowl.
She shook her head to clear herself of the thought of being stuck like that forever.
As the sudden horror dawned on her, she turned back to the smiling Cassandra.
"Cassie, how exactly did Carol get all of you to agree to all this?"
"Well, I told you about me, but the others just wanted to belong to her. Cinnamon used to be a successful lawyer, or so I’m told, but when she met Ma’am, she wanted to be with her forever. Biscuit loved being treated like something less than human so this was the obvious solution for her. Even my mom loved Mr. Stevenson. He had her as his pet and bred her with a friend’s pet."
"You don’t even know who your dad is?"
"Nope," she said with a smile. "But then, I don’t need to. I know who I am, and who I belong to."
Despite the sense of horror and dread she felt, Marie could not deny the intense sexual arousal she felt. Her thighs were once again touched with moisture at the thought of being one of Mrs. Stevenson’s slaves.
It took her a minute to really feel the hand that was caressing her under the table. She looked into Cassandra’s eyes and saw that same little smile at the corner of her mouth again. Deftly, the petite blonde maid disappeared under the table and Marie felt her slide her dress up over her hips and spread her legs wide.
As her soft pink tongue plunged quickly in and out of her aching cunt, her little lover’s lips played lightly over her clit, teasing her.
Silverware clattered as she gripped the edge of the table and shook with the build up to her orgasm. She threw her head back and gave herself up to the sensations the young maid was giving her.
She froze for an instant when she heard the door leading outside open and saw Raymond the stable hand walk in.
A blush rolled over every inch of her skin as he smiled warmly at her. Cassandra never hesitated and quickly had her helplessly moaning as she began to cum.
Taking a sip from the beer he had retrieved from the refrigerator, Ray leaned against the counter and watched the red-head shake and groan as Cassie teased her to orgasm.
Only when she had finished thrashing in her chair, and all sound from her trembling lips had stopped, did Cassandra crawl out from under the table.
The girl’s face was covered in wetness thick enough to make Marie blush again.
If her legs would have held, she would have fled from the room and their eyes. Unfortunately for her, she could not even move her toes just yet.
"Well, that looks like a job well done, Cassie," Ray said with a good natured chuckle.
"Thank you, Mr. Raymond."
After she had regained control of herself, Marie avoided looking at either of them, staring at the floor she was more embarrassed than she had ever been right that moment. It was even worse when Ray sat down next to her in the chair Cassie had occupied.
"The reason I came in was actually to ask you something, Miss..."
"M-Marie," she mumbled.
"Marie. Since you seemed to like the ponies so much, I was gonna ask if you wanted to take them out in the fields to graze."
"Graze? You make them eat grass too?"
"No," he chuckled. "Graze, in this case, means to let them meander about and stretch their legs without being run around for exercise or work. Kinda just rolling around in the grass and relaxing."
"Oh! Okay, I guess. Thank you."
As Raymond led her out to the fields, she glanced back to see Cassie smiling, nearly grinning, at her. Her juices still on the girl’s face.

Firestorm Part One

2005-05-02T22:58:00.000-07:00

Marie was considered by many to be a very lovely young woman. Her slender waist and ample breasts gave her a wonderful hourglass figure which was maintained partly with good metabolism and exercise. Her deep green eyes reflected the lights of the room when she entered making them gleam. Her rich red hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail and blazed in the golden candle light.
She was wearing a simple red sun dress that complimented her flowing crimson curls majestically. Her open toed sandals showed her painted toenails matched her ensemble` perfectly. She truly was beautiful.
She was so fetching she even managed to catch the eye of one Mrs. Carol Stevenson, CEO of the company her husband had founded.
Many of the men and women at the gathering had tried their hand to impress the exorbitantly wealthy Mrs. Stevenson to no avail. They simply hadn't had anything to offer in her eyes. But this girl...She could see potential in her.
"Well, aren't you fetching."
"Oh, thank you Mrs. Stevenson," she muttered with a slight blush. She hadn't intended to impress anyone at this little gathering, especially not someone as powerful as Caroline Stevenson. In fact, Marie did not believe she was dressed in an enticing manner at all, despite the covert or not so covert glances she had received all evening.
"Tell me, is this your natural hair color?" she asked fingering the ruby strands.
"Yes, it is."
"Interesting. Very few women have such pure red hair naturally. Are you sure this didn't come from a bottle?" she asked with a sly grin.
The two women shared a laugh, but soon fell into a rather awkward silence.
Ignoring the girl's tension and the occasional stray glances, Carol continued to toy with the free strands of Marie's hair as she inquired about her life.
"I haven't seen you at these little functions before, did you just transfer to this branch?"
"Yes, Mrs. Stevenson. I used to work on the East Coast division."
"Did you ask to be transferred here?"
She had. She told her how she didn't care for the hustle of New York and had preferred the more freely acclimated structure of the Midwest branch.
"Interesting. So you don't care for city life do you?"
"Not really, it's always crowded and noisy, not to mention the pollution."
She continued to be prodded and gently interrogated by her boss late into the evening.
As the festivities began to die down, Carol invited Marie to tour the new offices.
"The entire division can be run from this one building."
"Really?"
She escorted the new girl around the entire complex, dizzying her with the grandeur of the offices until they reached the top floor and Mrs. Stevenson's office.
The first thing Marie noticed was that the office was bigger than her apartment, and more lavishly decorated. A huge leather sofa sat against one wall with a lovely landscape above it. There was a small but elegant conversation corner complete with three small round chairs and a small coffee table. The centerpiece, however, was the desk that sat in front of the majestic view of the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the entire complex.
"Wow," was all she could muster.
"Wow indeed," chuckled the buxom executive, as she lightly locked the door.
"This place is bigger than my last three apartments!" Marie declared.
She stood before the incredible view and gazed out at the dying sunlight.
"It's getting late. I better get home."
"What's the rush?" She was closer than she thought she was. Almost behind her.
Marie stood frozen for a moment as Caroline's hands slid over her hips and up her waist, raising her dress and exposing her satin panties. Red, of course.
"Well I can guess your favorite color."
"Ummm....Mrs. Stevenson..."
"Carol," she interrupted as she moved up her body to cup her sumptuous breast.
"Carol, I'm really uncomfortable right now, I think I should leave."
"Do you really want to?"
She started to say "Yes, of course," but stopped herself and really thought about it. Did she want to leave? It was true that she was no lesbian and had never been with a woman, but something about Mrs. Stevens....Carol, intrigued her. The way her hands felt as they massaged her heavy breasts, the smell of her hair as she nibbled on her earlobe.
Did she want to leave?
No, she did not.
The next day Marie awoke in a giant four poster bed that she had never seen before.
She tried to remember where she was. In a moment of realization that caused her to blush terribly, she remembered the previous night's events.
She and Carol had made love at the office after everyone had gone.
And again in the elevator.
The parking lot.
Her car.
And several times in her incredible mansion where she now awoke.
She blushed again to think of her wantonness, to indulge in such behavior was not like her, especially to do so with her boss.
Her embarrassment got her looking for her clothes. Unfortunately, she couldn't find them.
Or any other clothing.
It was when she was standing in the middle of this spacious bedroom, totally naked and bewildered looking for something to cover herself with, that she noticed the young maid watching her.
She swallowed a scream as she grabbed the covers from the bed to cover herself with.
How had she not noticed the girl sooner?
She had been so still, so silent that she must have glanced by her several times while searching for her lost clothing.
She did however detect a slight smile on the young girl's face now that she saw her. It ticked her off slightly to think that the little upstart might be enjoying her predicament.
"I don't suppose you know where my clothes are, do you?" she asked hotly with more than a little anger in her voice.
"They were taken to the laundry room to be washed, Miss."
"Well, is there anything I can wear until my clothes are clean?"
"I can find you some clothes, if you like."
"Yes, please," she said, still blushing.
The girl left and returned a moment later with a dark red sheath dress and heels. She laid them on the bed and when Marie went to pick them up, she gently grabbed her wrist to stop her.
"You should bathe first, Miss."
"Look, I'll get a shower later. Right now, I want some clothes."
She was beginning to get annoyed with this silly little maid. The girl didn't release her wrist though.
"I'm sorry, but your bath is already drawn and waiting for you, Miss. Right this was," she said as she began to lead Marie toward a small door in the corner.
She dropped the sheet halfway across the room and yanked away from the maid to grab it and cover herself.
"Look, I don't need a bath, I just want to get dressed, dammit!"
At the sight of the anger in her green eyes, the young girl lowered her gaze to the floor.
"I'm sorry, Miss," she said in a somber tone with a trace of fear.
Marie sighed as the girl's lip began to quiver slightly, and she apologized.
"No, I'm sorry, kiddo. I didn't mean to blow up at you like that, I'm just a little embarrassed is all."
A slight smile traced the maid's small mouth at her words. It was only then that she noticed the shiny steel collar around her slender neck.
Without thinking, she reached out and traced the strangely lovely contraption with her fingertips.
"What the hell is this?" she asked.
It seemed so strange that she should have noticed it sooner.
"It is my collar, Miss," she said simply enough. She made it sound like an everyday thing, like it was common to go around with a steel band locked around one's throat. For it was locked on, she could see the keyhole in the back now.
"Why are you wearing a collar? Who put this on you?"
"Ma'am put it on me, Miss. She wishes for me to wear it at all times, that is why she welded it shut."
"Welded it shut?!"
She couldn't believe it. Yet, even as the puerile maid brushed her short hair out of the way so Marie could see the joint and hinges were indeed welded shut, she found herself intrigued rather than appalled.
"Who did you say did this to you?"
She was beginning to get a bad feeling now.
"Ma'am did, Miss. She owns me."
Raising her head to look Marie in the eyes, the young girl asked, "Didn't you know Mrs. Stevenson has a stable of slaves?"
Reflecting in the bath, Marie couldn't decide if she was horrified or excited.
She despised the ideal of slavery. She had heard her whole life how horrible slavery had been for the men and women kidnaped from Africa, yet this maid, who's name she had learned was Cassandra, seemed totally at ease with her situation.
She also recalled hearing about fetishists who enjoyed mock slavery and others who went for a more real experience with their partners. She had never been interested in such things herself but had found the ideal of people who were not only willing slaves, but eager to be enslaved strangely fascinating from an intellectual standing.
The whole concept was a bit too much for her to take in and had distracted her while she tried to bathe, so Cassandra had taken the washcloth away from her and, after rolling up her sleeves, began scrubbing her back and washing her hair.
"Mrs. Stevenson owns slaves?" she asked.
"Yes, Miss."
"Slaves, as in plural?"
"Yes, Miss."
"And you are one of her slaves?"
"Yes, Miss."
Glancing over her shoulder at the girl who was now massaging shampoo into her long red hair, Marie had another thought as she stared at her smooth, soft skin.
"You are over eighteen, right?"
"Yes, Miss."
"How old are you?"
"Nineteen, Miss. I'll be twenty in April."
"How long have you been with Mrs. Stevenson?"
"Most of my life. My mother belonged to the late Mr. Stevenson."
"So he had been into this stuff too", she thought.
"She didn't...I mean, before you were legal no one..."
Before she could form the question aloud, Cassandra started to giggle.
"No, no one tried to do anything to me before I was eighteen. I was just a maid before then, nothing more. Ma'am even hired tutors for me so I would have a good education and could better serve her."
"This is all very weird. I had no ideal Mrs. S was into this type of thing. Is that why she heads up this office way the hell out in the middle of nowhere? So no one would find out her little secret?"
"I don't know, Miss."
Cassandra had rinsed the shampoo from her tangled mane and was now applying a conditioner. Marie relaxed into her luxurious touch and enjoyed the sensation of having her hair cleaned by the young girl. Her hands were so soft, and her touch was feather light on her skin when she brushed suds away from her shoulder. It was only when those tender hands moved away from her scalp and traced down towards her supple breasts that she awoke form her dazed state.
"What are you doing?" she asked softly as small fingers brushed her hardened nipples.
Cassandra's short hair brushed her cheek as she bent to lay a small kiss on the hollow of her throat. Her small red lips caressing her skin gently. She cupped Marie's ample bosom delicately and lightly squeezed her juddering mounds bringing a moan from her lips. The young maid embraced her, bringing her out of the water slightly and nibbled on the delicate lobe of her ear.
As her tongue gently licked her ear, Cassandra's fingers began to toy with her sensitive nipples. Fondling her teats, the exuberant servant slid her tongue delicately into her mouth and the pair began to passionately kiss.
When she slid a hand under the water to toy with her downy cunt, Marie broke their kiss and cried out with her orgasm.
Cassandra slowly began to stop caressing her slick body and let her rest in the water, floating in more than one sense. Marie stared at her shocked and asked her why she had done that?
"That was weird to you wasn't it?" she asked her dripping lover.
"Yes, it was."
"But does the weirdness of it make it any less enjoyable?"
She could only stare dumbfounded at her.
"You did that just to prove a point?" she couldn't believe she had been outmaneuvered by this kid, let alone that she had just been brought to a wonderful orgasm by her.
"It's often the best way to make that point, or so I've found."
Ignoring her astonishment, Cassandra resumed her duties of bathing Marie. She was even so kind as to ignore the trembling of her body as she caused Marie to experience another small orgasm by simply rinsing her off.
Dressed now in the dark red dress and heels Carol had left for her, Marie was being escorted around Mrs. Stevenson's titanic mansion.
"This place," she said as she gazed about in utter awe. "I’ve never seen a house like this. It’s huge."
"You haven’t even been outside yet," giggled Cassandra. "There is a barn and stables as well as woodland and a large field for the ponies to play in."
"You mean horses."
"No, I don’t."
Marie threw a questioning glance at the young maid and followed her outside.

to be continued

Notice

2005-04-28T18:40:00.000-07:00

Ghost's Files
Attention! Attention! I have decided to start posting stories, some fictional some not, here on my lil blog, so if you have an interesting story you'd like put on the net, drop me a line on yahoo. I'll give you an email address and put your story up. If you wish to remain anonymous that's fine. I'll put one of my fics up... as soon as I find it lol #-.-#. Also, any pix you would like to see on here, see above. Till next time; Ciao for now.

Old School Bondage Gear

2005-04-24T14:12:00.000-07:00

For those of you out there who want a real "old ball and chain", check out these sites: http://www.fetteredpleasures.com/mainpage.htm
this one look under pre 19th century irons for some old style restraints
http://www.shomer-tec.com/site/product.cfm?id=B6DE294B-E27E-6E51-A810A02A768653DD
this is a law enforcement equipment site that has a few old west type restraints.

So I hope someone can make use of these links and also that someone enjoys them....or doesn't enjoy them ;-)
Well I'll post some new stuff soon.
until then...

2005-04-23T05:07:00.000-07:00

This is a drawing I did of my Avatar on Gaia. If you don't know what Gaia is here's a link: http://www.gaiaonline.com/ Enjoy =^_^=

Solitude and Duct Tape

2005-04-23T01:47:00.000-07:00

Solitude and Duct Tape. Can't remember where I found this, if I do I'll post the site but I do love this pic. >:)

Update: http://www.sweetchastity.com/inside/turk.html Found on SweetChastity.com, guest section artist name is the Turk.

2005-04-23T01:36:00.000-07:00

Alrighty here we go. These are some of the pages I frequent and think you should, at the very least, take a peek at.

First one: Altairboy's Chastity Belt Page; http://www.tpe.com/~altarboy/newstuff.php
If you don't know what chastity belts are, or you're just looking for some new info on some, check this site out it's great.
Secondly: Luvbight Photography; http://luvbight.com/
This is Mick and Dee's website. If you don't know who they are, go there. Trust me you will love it.
Third: (for all my fellow anime freaks =^_^=) The Otaku.com; http://www.theotaku.com/
Fun quizzes, news, art and contests make this one of my fav anime sites, check it out.
Fourth: Inuya Aigando; http://www.aigando.com/index-en.html
For those with puppy love. lol. Check out the Veterinarian's work in the illustrations section. He's a fav too.

Well that's all for now, will post some pics I have found here and there and some more posts soon as well. TTYL

2005-04-22T04:47:00.000-07:00

Weap not for lost love, but for those whom love has never found

2005-04-22T04:28:00.000-07:00

Well this is the first post on my blog (clearly), and I will keep it brief for now.
Where to begin:
Carpe Canum!
Seize the Dog!
I am your typical cyber ghost, hence the name, and will be filling this blog in with all the things I find over hither and dell that I find worthy of notation.... =^_^=

Some of you either know me, or have seen my posts on other sites and I hope you will appriciate the effort in this as I do this for you :-P

There WILL be adult material posted here as well as more tame things, I welcome any suggestions or critiscism, as long as it is constructive! >.<

Well that's all for now, ttyl!