Decision Tree

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Decision Tree Ð Chapter 20 By Tappy McWidestance

I think Eve understood my affirmative response through my gag because she untied me and helped me to my feet.

"I'm going to check on Thomas while you get ready," she told me. "I left my girlfriend with him to keep him company and I want to make sure they are OK before we leave."

I had no doubt my Master would have things well in hand, but I just nodded and headed to the bathroom to clean up and get ready. Half an hour later, I was the vision of perfect slutdom once again as I headed out of the hotel with Eve. She directed me to her car where I was instructed to lift my way to short skirt and sit with my ass on the leather seat of two-seat convertible with my legs spread. The top was up so I decided it wasn't her plan to show me off to passing motorists. She told me to open the glove box where I found a leather collar and leash. I put it on without being told. I was experienced enough not to need encouragement. She then told me we were going to a favorite club of hers because she wanted me to meet some of her friends. That sounded a bit ominous. The exhibitionist in me didn't mind being showed off. I loved both my trips to the theater where I was exposed for the slut I had become, but in a strange city with someone I had only met the day earlier, my fear of the unknown was palpable.

Eve had mentioned her girlfriend was staying at the hotel. But since she also mentioned fucking Thomas, I assumed she must have been bi, or at least her girlfriend was and Eve just directed the action. I figured that meant we were not going to a lesbian club. I decided that we must be going to some kind of BDSM/swingers club. As soon as I had put on the collar, Eve had me begin masturbating. If we stopped at a stoplight, so would I. I was instructed to raise my hands to give her access to finger my pussy and check on my progress. We fell into a rhythm as if we had been together for years. I instantly understood my masturbation wasn't meant to achieve orgasm and her invading digits were meant to reinforce the power she held over me. That was both in a business sense because I believed her boast to be able to sway her father's decision on which firm to pick and because she knew I was submissive and I knew she at least had Domme traits.

We drove into the night into an industrial area west of downtown. I knew we were not in St. Louis any more, but I can't tell you what suburb we were in because I didn't know. We did pass the Anheuser-Busch plant if that helps anyone who knows that area. We pulled up to a dilapidated warehouse. The presence of twenty cars or so in its parking lot, completely out of line with the look of the building and time of night, was the only indication that the building contained more than its outward appearance suggested. As we pulled in, Eve gave me more instructions.

"This is a very exclusive private club. I had to attend parties for over a year as a guest before I was able to join. Don't embarrass me in front of my friends. The fact that you collared yourself without being told tells me you know how to act and I'm sure you will enjoy yourself. But if I am wrong, use the word orange and we'll leave no questions asked. You will address me as Mam. If you prefer to say Mistress, that is fine, but I understand from Thomas that his wife is your real Mistress so I don't mind you not saying that. Let's go."

She didn't leave me room for discussion. She knew what I was, she intrigued me and I was exhilarated to find out what happened inside this generic looking building. She led me by the leash and I followed behind her. I saw no signage or even an address placard. It was the kind of a place you wouldn't give a second glance at if you drove by, unless it was to complain about urban decay. Even on the heavy steel door there was no sign, just an electronic lock where Eve punched in a code. She then pulled back the door. Inside was dimly lit, almost black. She walked in tugging on my leash. The door shut with a dull thud. It reminded me of a prison movie as if I was being led to solitary confinement. Or maybe a real dungeon. We walked down a hallway. Our eyes adjusted to the dim light enough to allow me to see enough not to bounce off the walls. At the end of the hallway I saw a round button dimly lit on the wall and Eve's finger as she pushed it. A red circle of lights illuminated a foot above the button. Eve looked toward the lights and spoke.

"Mistress Sunshine, 837449 and guest."

She then turned to me. "No real names here, by the way. You will just be called slut."

There was a pause as if her credentials were being checked and then I heard a lock release. Eve opened the door and we walked into the club. The front room was better lighted, although not brightly. But at least I could see. There was a coat checkroom. That wouldn't be noteworthy except for the woman checking coats, purses and whatever personal items you wanted was topless, collared and wearing wrist cuffs. She did have leather pants on, which I thought was strange. Eve later explained that as an employee of the club she was off limits and was also wearing a chastity device in case any of the members got and bad ideas. I told her I understood about wearing a chastity device so I could commiserate with the girl. There was also a bar with a bartender. He was dressed like the coat check girl, his barrel chest proudly on display. I would have been happy to play with either of them. The club was strictly BYOB to avoid licensing issues. We had not brought any booze, but Eve assured us other members would share if we wanted someÉ for a price. She didn't need to explain what type of barter might have to be made for a drink.

There was another metal door that led to a large room where many of the club members gathered. There was a mix of leather booths around the edges and pub height small round tables with stools. There was also a small stage with a stripper pole and a dance floor. At the moment, there was no music playing and nobody dancing, but most of the booths were full. Eve led me to one that wasn't and had me slide into the center. She slid in next to me. Minutes later, a muscular man, dressed in leather pants and an open leather vest slid in on the other side trapping me.

"Who is your new friend, Sunshine?" he asked. She replied, "This is slut. She is visiting for the night."

"Is she here to observe or will she be participating?" he continued.

"That is to be determined," she replied. He asked if we wanted a drink. Eve looked at me and I nodded. "That would be great," she told him. He slid back out of the booth and walked toward the door.

"I hope you like Scotch," Eve told me. "He usual brings the good stuff to impress the ladies."

I just smiled. I felt her hand reach between my legs and slide up my thigh. "When he returns, if he wants to touch you, let him. I will decide later if he get anything more."

The mystery man returned with three glasses of Scotch, straight up. It burned going down, but I needed to calm my nerves. I knew better than to gulp it, although I wished he had brought shots because it wasn't satisfying my taste pallet to sip. We chatted, small talk basically, and eventually as we finished our drinks I felt his hand on my thigh. As I had been instructed, I made to move to discourage him. You know me enough by now to know I was happy he was getting down to business. I envisioned this excursion as another hall pass since I was not formally serving Eve. I was happy to play the role of her submissive for her friends, but I intended to enjoy myself thoroughly. Plus Scotch guy was a hottie.

Eventually the guy's hand did complete his trip up my thigh to discover my pussy was available and ready for action. We continued to talk while he lazily rubbed my kitty kat. Eve didn't seem that enthused with him, though, and when he asked if we wanted another round she dismissed him with a maybe later. He didn't seem upset, removed his hand and left our booth.

"I've played with him before," she told me. "He always cums too fast. Good for a nightcap on the way out, perhaps, but not what you want as a main course. Fortunately he knows his place with me and doesn't give me any grief about it."

I was content to sit and wait for whatever or whomever Eve decided was better for us. The club got a little busier and another couple joined us. They were married and lived an open Dom/sub relationship. From the conversation, I could tell Eve had played with them before. The husband was the Dom and apparently Eve was the first woman the wife had been with when they first found the lifestyle. I was surprised that the woman seemed older than her husband. Music had begun to play. It was an industrial dance beat. Loud, but no too loud to overwhelm our conversation, I noticed some people had started dancing. A few minutes later a woman was escorted to the stage by a guy I assume was her Dom and she started a sexy bump and grind and swinging on the pole. She didn't have the polish of a professional stripper, but she kept my attention until Eve suggested I dance with our new friends. I love to dance so that sounded good to me.

There were a couple single women dancing with each other, one other couple and the three of us. If I had to describe the style, it was decidedly sexual as everyone was basically grinding on each other. It didn't take long for the husband to end up behind me, holding me firmly with his arms wrapped around me. I didn't mind as long as his wife didn't. I could feel his cock stiffen and press against my ass. He felt, shall we say, manly and I hoped to get a more intimate encounter with his shaft soon. His wife was swaying in front of me and as I ground my ass back against her husband, she began to kiss me and then unbutton my blouse.

There were far fewer people in this room than the number of cars in the parking lot suggested were here so I assumed there were other rooms for naked fun time. But nobody seemed concerned that she was exposing my breasts in a public room either. I glanced at the stage and that woman had stripped down to a thong so I guessed at least toplessness was tolerated in the social room. Once she had me exposed, she stopped dancing (if you can call what we were doing dancing) and took my left nipple into her mouth. Needless to say, I was a happy camper.

She gave attention, with her mouth, to both my nipples. I was in heaven. His strong arms gave me a feeling of security while her mouth, well, you know how much I love getting my nipples sucked. This dance of arousal continued for a few minutes. The woman on the stage disappeared, probably to some back room I theorized after suitably turning on her partner. I expected that would be where we would be heading as well. I couldn't have been more wrong.

The wife stopped sucking my nipples and put her hand under my skirt. She wasn't shy. She went right for my pussy and quickly inserted her finger. My lack of movement to stop her signaled my consent. I looked over toward Eve and she nodded. It was at this point I noticed two feet wearing high heels under our table. She apparently didn't waste any time replacing me. I turned back to the woman who was slowly finger fucking me. I saw her nod. Her husband then released me and in a well-practiced move, her free hand went around my neck as she pulled me into another passionate kiss. I was held there by lust more than force. I had no desire to pull back from either her lips or her finger. Moments later I felt her husband raising the back of my skirt.

"Spread your legs a bit, babe," he whispered in my ear. I knew that meant he intended to fuck me right there on the dance floor. I didn't have to spread for his wife to do more to me so obviously he wanted more room to take me from behind. I moaned into his wife's mouth and acquiesced to his command. I felt his cock between my legs. His wife never broke our make-out session, but in another well-practiced move, pulled her finger out of my pussy and grabbed his cock guiding him home inside of me. Once buried, he reached around and grabbed not me, but his wife, pulling the three of us together in a mass of aroused flesh.

The angle on his penetration meant he had to go slowly. That he couldn't fuck me too hard or he would have popped right out. But it didn't matter. We were pressed together, but that didn't prevent his wife from kissing me again. Our breasts were mashed together doing wonderful things to my nipples. I wasn't getting the clitoral stimulation I needed, but the insane nature of having sex on the dance floor with two strangers was almost as good. Slowly, but consistently, he slid his cock in and out of my pussy, while he wife and I French kissed. I couldn't look back at Eve, but I imagined her enjoying every lurid moment of my performance, even as she had her own needs tended to once again.

Surprisingly other club members did not surround us. My experiences at the theater made me assume a new group for round two would form around us. When my new friend was ready to cum, he pulled out and his wife dropped to her knees to enjoy his spunk, I looked around and everyone was watching, but they were also giving us space to enjoy ourselves unencumbered by interruption. The woman was gone from under Eve's table and I returned to the booth, sliding in next to her. Eve immediately put her fingers on my pussy.

"So did you cum?" she asked me. I shook my head. She could easily correct that if she wanted.

Instead another couple appeared next to our booth inquiring of Sunshine who her new friend (me) was. A second introduction as "Slut" followed along with Eve telling them, "She didn't get to cum because she only cums when she is tied. Do you want to come back to the rope room with us?"

Eve wasn't correct in that assessment, but I certainly wasn't opposed to going to the rope room, whatever that was. It sounded exciting.

This couple was an older guy with a young blonde companion. She looked yummy and he was fine so exploring additional rooms sounded like a good idea to me. Eve removed her fingers from between my legs and we slid out of the booth. Like the first couple, the second couple was not introduced, but that didn't prevent me from following them, with Eve at my side, through another steel door. That passage led to a large room with padding on the floor and four couples going at it like rabbits. Eve told me it was the swinging or orgy room. There were some benches around the outside, I suppose for if you need a rest or wanted to watch, but all the action was in the center. I paused to look, but Eve tugged my leash and I scampered behind her.

Another door and then a hallway. Off the hallway were smaller room labeled "medical, office, classroom, dungeon, wilderness" and the last door, "bondage." That was the door we opened. There was already a couple using the room. A busty Dominatrix in head to toe leather had a professional looking guy bound and laying on the floor. She was teasing his cock with her boot toe and occasionally her stiletto heel. The room had various ropes, chains, cuffs, a winch system, a few floggers, a padded bench and a sex swing. I asked Eve what the difference was in the dungeon and she said mainly different apparatus more designed for torture. While there was overlap, the dungeon was more for serious impact play and this room was more for tying, light impact and fucking your sub. Either option sounded good to me right now.

The blonde seemed gleeful to see the Dominatrix and her victim. She asked if she could sit on his face. The Domme seemed amused by her offer and gave her permission. She took off her skirt. I was not surprised that she was going commando underneath. She straddled his head and squatted down. The Domme continued to torment his dick and balls while Eve and my second anonymous man brought me to the bench. There I was tied.

Gwen, Thomas and Dean had always cuffed me. They had taught me early on that cuffs could be worn longer and a sub's position could be changed quicker if they wanted to move her. I never questioned their wisdom on the matter. Eve's friend, however, was an excellent rigger and soon I was tied in what could best be described as a rope corset. It ran through my legs (lovely tease on my clit), around my waste, around the top and bottom of my breasts framing them just right and finally, around my next. My leather collar had been exchanged for rope. He even tied rope cuffs that he slipped around my wrists, although I was not bound at this point.

I was bent over the padded bench and Eve retrieved one of the floggers. After several firm swats, you will not be surprised that the guy took off his pants and stood in front of me. I didn't need to be told to suck him off while Eve continued my flogging. Nor was I told to hold my position when he popped out of my mouth and walked behind me. Eve knew I was her play toy for the night and if she OKed him fucking me, then so be it. He quickly mounted me, my second cock in the last twenty minutes or so. His blond friend had a shrieking orgasm on the mouth of the male slave as her friend began to pick up the pace fucking me from behind. Eve sat on the bench next to me and I saw the blond kneel down in front of her and begin licking her pussy.

This is how the night went. Eve seemed pleased to share me with her club friends, but rarely did anything directly to me. We visited all the rooms and I was fucked in each one. Each them were unique. In the schoolroom, decorated to look like a high school classroom, I was spanked by the teacher (lightly) for passing notes in class before he fucked me. His girlfriend also ate Eve's pussy. That seemed to be the payment for getting to play with me. The dungeon did have more impact toys than the bondage room. Eve took advantage of that. She also made me cum by using the riding crop on my clit. We partied long into the night including a 5am orgy to cap off the festivities and yes, Mr. Nightcap did get to fuck me, briefly, as he came quickly as Eve had predicted.

When she returned me to the hotel about 6, I definitely looked worse for wear. I was wearing her collar again and he marched me into the lobby led by the leash. But I didn't care. I probably would never be at that hotel again so fuck it. It was a great night. I was surprised Thomas was already downstairs for the free breakfast. He just shook his head, although it wasn't in a negative "what the hell did you do way" it was more of a "why am I not surprised" way. Eve brought me to him to the surprise and joy of the other early risers in the breakfast lounge. She handed him my leash as she unbuckled the collar and then took both.

"I'll talk to my father this afternoon," she said. "Remember our arrangement."

"We can make that work," Thomas assured her. "Did you girls have fun."

"Yes, but next time I want a full day with her. Bring her back for the contract signing," Eve commanded. I just smiled. Eve turned and left.

"We need to leave for the airport in an hour," Thomas told me. "You'd better take a quick shower. At least you don't have much to pack."

He didn't ask anything about what I'd done with any of the kids and didn't seem concerned that my behavior may have screwed up the negotiations. He just dismissed me for my usual post craziness walk of shame. But I was used to that by now. I headed for the elevator and the warm water of my shower.

Heading back to the airport and on the flight back to Chicago, we talked business, but not much. It was a pretty quiet trip. We were convinced we had done all we could. Thomas got to enjoy the pleasures of Eve and her girlfriend as a bribe to helping her steal the family company away from her brothers. Well steal control at least, they wouldn't be left out monetarily, I did the harder work, although very pleasurable, of making sure Eve wanted to work with us.

Upon our return home Gwen wanted to hear all the details of the trip including our play session Thursday night and about how both of us spent Friday. If she was jealous about Thomas playing with two young hotties without her, she didn't show it. Gwen told us she was going clubbing again that night, but didn't invite me. I was disappointed. I got the impression she was tiring of me. Thomas said he was just going to stay in. I hoped that meant he would play with me, but early on in the evening I could tell that wasn't his plan. Bruce too was gone so I was left to my own devices. I called Tiffany to see if I could schedule a massage for later that night. My motives were far from pure. I really just wanted to get my freak on with her. Fortunately she wasn't busy and fortunately her needs that night were in tune with mine. After our last encounter, she and Katherine had given up the pretense of doing massage therapy and were exploring a BDSM together. Neither was really dominant so they took turns. I wasn't really dominant either, but like at our first encounter, I enjoyed pretending I was and having both of them serve me. Technically I didn't have permission to play with them, but part of me was growing defiant after St. Louis and I wanted to earn a punishment from Mistress Gwen.

Sunday was a day of rest and recovery in preparation of the start of the workweek. I assumed Dean and Liz would have me for lunch on Monday and we should hear back from the Anders. I was also excited because our new office space was supposed to be ready for us.

I walked into work striding with renewed purpose. I may have been the office slut, but I was confident I had also landed a huge client and that our new women run venture would bring additional successes. Our new offices were now complete and I took the first couple of hours moving my stuff down to my new, large corner office. At 11, Thomas called to tell me we had gotten Anders. That meant a lot of billable hours starting in a few weeks. He told me the partners wanted to celebrate after the office cleared out. I knew what that meant. At 11:30 Liz called to tell me she and Dean were headed down to see my new space and that I was to be naked and ready for them. I immediately stripped, sat on my couch and spread my legs. I didn't need to masturbate to make sure I was wet and ready. That happened automatically whenever I heard a voice telling me to prepare.

Dean and Liz wanted to christen my new office. Liz ate my pussy as a way of saying congratulations to landing Anders. After I came, she turned her attention to Dean, sucking him off to prepare him to fuck me. Akio had not arrived at the office yet, so we fucked with me lying on her desk. Although we were alone, we didn't fuck on the receptionist desk since we would be visible through the plate glass windows that fronted our space. It was a frenzied encounter that I quite enjoyed, although I didn't cum again before Dean pulled out and shot his load into the waiting mouth of Liz. The two of them left and I spent the afternoon beginning work on Anders, although I also daydreamed about visiting Eve again and about what might happen at the late afternoon meeting. I had delicious, squishy thoughts all afternoon, although I resisted the impulse to masturbate.

Thomas called the meeting to order at 5:40. In attendance were me, Liz (to take notes), the partners and Mike. Thomas recapped the business side of our trip leaving out our nighttime activities. Everyone cheered. Thomas announced I would be taking the lead with Mike being my second. He also told the partners they would be monitoring the situation as we progressed as a double check to our work. That's a standard practice so I didn't interpret it as saying he didn't have confidence in me to fly solo. By 6pm business was done and Thomas said it was time to celebrate. I admit, I was a bit surprised when Mike was not asked to leave, but heck, the more the merrier.

I was told to strip and lay on the conference table. Almost immediately a mass of hands was touching my body. Massaging my neck, squeezing my breasts, toying with my nipples, running up and down my inner thigh and of course diddling my clit and finger fucking me were all on the agenda. With five guys to satisfy, I knew I was in for a long, memorable event. Oh, and I almost forgot Liz. I didn't know if she was there to help me with the guys or was going to be another person I had to please, but her presence was welcome either way.

The foreplay of being molested by four guys (Thomas and Liz were not participating yet) had me purring like a kitten. I noticed Thomas leave the conference room. I was still just laying back enjoying 40 dancing fingers on my flesh. Thomas returned a few minutes later with a set of handcuffs. He helped me up and off the desk to my feet. My skin felt tingly after being touched. Usually Thomas prefers leather cuffs, but today he had chrome. I guess he was in a hurry because handcuffs were certainly easier to snap around my wrists. Once that was done, he told Liz to strip and get on the table.

She took a similar position to what I had done, although they positioned her closer to the edge. Then I was helped back up onto the table and told to lick her pussy. As I moved into position, my arms bent back providing little balance or leverage, I saw Steve sliding his erect cock into her mouth. With my ass high in the air and my face in her pussy, I hoped someone would play with me. For the time being, that didn't happen as they watched me and took turns being serviced by Liz's talented mouth. I knew the guys could be generous and share for only so long. Liz had three holes, but there were five horny guys so hopefully I would get the call to help.

A few minutes into this position, I felt somebody running his fingers over my pussy. Immediately I dropped my butt trying to capture the digits inside of me. That didn't work, but it excited me to show my need.

Five minutes later and the guys (and girls) were tired of this teasing dance. I was roughly pulled off Liz and bent over the table. My heeled stilettos were touching the floor, but I had to rise up on my tiptoes to do it. Almost immediately I was speared from behind my Steve. Liz was moved into the same position but on the opposite side of the table and mounted by Tony. I was weird watching her in a mirror position get drilled from behind at the same time that was happening to me. The guys took turns playing a perverse version of musical chairs where they would walk around the table, fuck one of us for a few minutes and then move on. I tried to decide who would finish first (I bet on Mike) and where he would cum. I bet on Liz. I thought about once somebody finished, would the remaining four switch to DPing us? I admit, that sounded fun.

But I was wrong on both counts. Thomas was the first to cum. That surprised me. He also came deep inside my pussy and not with Liz. I didn't complain, of course, it just surprised me since I didn't recognize any of the pre-orgasm signs I usually got from him.

Steve shot a load into Liz shortly thereafter. Mike was behind me now, and after using the combination of my wetness and our boss' cum to lube up his cock, rose up and rammed it up my ass. I screamed at the shock, mainly because he did it without warning or giving me any time to stretch. He didn't seem to care and truthfully, once he started sawing into me, I didn't either. At my insistence, he started spanking me while he took my ass. I couldn't tell if Liz was getting her ass pummeled as well, but she was certainly enjoying Tony's dick.

Jeff was the odd man out. He stood near, like a sentry standing watch, only he had his pants off and was stroking his cock patiently waiting his turn. Mike was first to pop. The tightness of my ass milking a juicy orgasm from his manhood, he came with a might grunt and expressing, "Oh what an amazing slut." I took that as a complement.

Jeff quickly took his place and after a few perfunctory thrusts into my cunt, switched to my ass and continued my spanking. Liz was the next to cum and her cries of passion triggered Tony and inspired Jeff. My moan track soon began as I could feel my own orgasm building like a freight train. When I came, my ass snapped down hard on Jeff's cock and that sent him over the edge. Once again I was rode hard and became a cum dump. I couldn't think of a better way to celebrate our business success. At least I couldn't until Thomas asked if anybody wanted to stick around for round two?

Liz said she was out because she had to get home to Dean. Mike was out, although he didn't give a good reason and Steve said he had to get going too. That left me with Thomas, Jeff and Tony. Just the right number of cocks for a triple penetration I mused. But I didn't just want them to fuck me again in the conference room. If there is one thing I learned on my journey, it's that pushing the envelope makes sex twice a fun. That meant I wanted to get fucked somewhere else in the office. But where? I'd already had sex in every office, so that wouldn't be new. Just fucking in the bullpen where the paralegals and associate lawyers sat didn't seem kinky enough. Then it hit me.

On the flight back from St. Louis, Thomas has casually mentioned that when I moved out of my office to go downstairs, he was going to give it to Julie. She was still an associate level attorney, but he wanted to give her more responsibility and see if she had the chops to climb the corporate ladder. I admit, I wondered if that meant Dean would soon be spying on her. I knew she liked spanking so would she be as easy a target as I had been? What the goal to transform her into another office slut like Liz and me? That was unimportant right now beyond a perverse thrill I got thinking about fucking one last time in my former office. Being bent over her new desk and orgasming on her couch was exciting. I told the guys to follow me and we headed to Julie's office. She was still unpacking, but that didn't slow us down. I dropped to my knees first and sucked all the guys back to full erection. Then I told them my plan. I wanted them all at once, but they would take turns. Ass to mouth was fine, but not ass to pussy. I didn't want the bacteria in my cunt. I told Jeff to sit on the couch and then I mounted him cowgirl. I gave him a good ride, but not too long, while I stroked Thomas and Tony to keep them interested.

Then I got up and told Tony to sit down. The guys figured out where this was going. I climbed aboard Tony's always joyful funstick and bottomed myself out. He wanted to start fucking immediately, but I slowed him down enough for Jeff to penetrate my ass. When he slipped in, I told them to find a rhythm and started bouncing. Thomas walked around the back of the couch and fed me his cock like an appetizer. Jeff and Tony worked my holes well, while I kept Thomas hard and ready for relief duty. Not surprisingly Jeff was the first to warn me that he was going to cum. I told him to pull out and stand back. He popped out of my ass, complaining that he was going to cum and wanted to do it inside of me. How often do you hear a guy complain about that?

I told him to "think about baseball," because I had heard that line in some movie. Then I told Thomas to switch with Tony. In an erotic Chinese fire drill, I climbed back onto Thomas, impaling myself on his marvelous dick while Tony took my ass. I didn't have to tell Jeff what to do. He was already moving toward the back of the couch. I began sucking as Thomas and Tony began thrusting. Soon I was rewarded with a mouthful of Jeff's seed. The scene repeated itself when Tony was ready to spew, only this time my pussy was empty. And lonely feeling.

You may have noticed I had not cum during this fourway. That's true, but it was alright. Thomas was in my ass and I gulped down Tony's life giving juice. All was good in the world. Then Thomas hissed, "You want to really christen this office, lay on her desk." He's the boss. Who was I to argue?

That is how I found myself on my back on my former desk getting my asshole reamed. I still didn't cum, but the thought of befouling Julie's desk was intoxicating. I got close. If Thomas had lasted a few more minutes I probably would have made it. But when it comes to dick, all good things must come to an end. Thomas didn't drop me to the floor and cum in my mouth. Instead he pulled out, told me to move and then shot on the desktop. He then slumped back into the chair and told me to smear his cum around the top of the desk. I did as I was told, while wondering what it would look like when it dried. I actually wrote out "Hi Julie" in a kinky finger-painting of cum. It was a wonderful extra gift to the woman who had started me on my journey. But Thomas wasn't done just yet.

Once my artwork was complete, Thomas stood up and told me to sit down in the chair and to put my feet on the desk with my legs spread. This was a position I knew well from when this was my office. He then handed me the phone receiver and told me to masturbate. Talk about naughty. I remember when the speaker first touched my slick pussy thinking she will never know. This is amazing. Then I decided my womanly fragrance might linger, even if it was faint and she wasn't quite sure what it was. That inspired me to rub the microphone end of the phone hard against my pussy. I didn't know how long arousal lingered on plastic, but if it did, it would waft up to her nose. I liked that. I had a vision of Julie, along in her new office and lost in thought, thinking she was smelled pussy on her phone or able to make out the faint trace of dried cum on her desk. That was enough to trigger my own climax. I came loudly, thrashing side to side in Julie's chair. Later after I calmed down and stood up, I could see the chair was covered with a sheen of sweat and probably at least one puddle of girl gum. I also looked at the desk and the cum had already dried to an almost invisible state. I hung up the phone. By tomorrow this adventure would just be another notch on my lipstick case of office fucks and a private joke between me, Thomas, Gwen, Jeff and Tony. Oh and Liz and Dean too as I was sure I would tell them.

The next morning I told Thomas I wanted to get to the office early so I didn't ride with him. My real purpose was to make sure nothing showed on Julie's desk. I wasn't worried about her phone, chair or couch. But since I had written specifically to her, I wanted to be sure she didn't know. I stopped at one of the home improvement big box stores and found a battery operated black light flashlight. I had always wanted one for when I travelled to check out the cleanliness of hotels. But for now it was to check out Julie's office. I had to sneak in past a couple other early birds, but I managed to get into her office undetected. A scan of the couch showed a lot of organic matter from my adventures on it, but no signs of the pincushion that went on without the light. Next was the chair. It was much the same as the couch, although one bright spot did fluoresce right where my pussy had been. I must have leaked some juice. The same could be said for the phone. It lit up like a Christmas tree when the UV light hit it. Both ends of the receiver had definitely been used and it wasn't the kind of use that making a call would create. I took a sniff, but didn't smell myself. Oh well. Finally I looked at the desk. Under the regular fluorescent lights of the office the desk appeared to have a haze as if the cleaning polish had not been fully wiped off. It looked like the work of a sloppy cleaning crew. But when I hit it with the UV, that was another story. It matched the phone and the words "Hi Julie," were clearly visible.

I was tempted to wipe it off, but fuck it. I had no doubt she was being groomed for more intimate work for the firm so if she can't take a bit of cum on her desk, she would never make it. I snuck back out of the office and went downstairs to my new digs.

Akio arrived soon after. We had not landed any of our own clients yet so she had a couple of cases from upstairs to work on. I only had the Anders case at the time, so I busied myself working on that and figuring out how to use Mike. About 9:30 the door opened. I looked out of my office door, angled so I could see the front door, and noticed Gwen standing there. That would not be a surprise, although she didn't visit the office often. I hoped she had been in the neighborhood when the need to come and overtaken her. Or that now was the time she was going to tell me Akio was secretly a Domme too and that is how they met. That probably wouldn't have been a surprise either, due to the way she carried herself. But surprised I was.

As Gwen walked into my office, pixie and formerly innocent Beth was right behind her. Well three paces behind her anyway. Her eye were downcast on the floor following Mistress' feet. I knew that look. She had been plucked.

Mistress explained that Beth had returned after her eye opening drunken night. She had agreed to Mistress' training plan, sober this time, and had been working very hard during the daytime to immerse her life into our Domme/sub lifestyle. I was shocked. Not that she chose to submit. The real shock would have been if she didn't. No the shock was that Gwen had not mentioned it and that I had not picked up on any of the signals.

"Beth has been practicing very hard to improve her oral skills," Mistress told me. Beth looked embarrassed, but didn't move away. "I figured a celebratory orgasms would be a good office warming present. Susan, take of your skirt and enjoy yourself. I'm going to say hi to Akio."

And just like that, the young Beth dropped to the floor and crawled behind my desk. She was a fast learner. She also was more skilled than I felt I had been at this stage of her training. Akio and I had never talked about sex, but now I was sure she could hear my moans through our shared office wall. I had planned on staying professional with her until I found out if her friendship with Gwen was anything more than platonic, but now she would know that I could be reduced to a quivering mess my the tongue of a young girl. A girl that was determined to show that she was better at giving head than I was and a girl I was sure was trying to supplant me in Mistress' heart. I couldn't let that happen, but at that moment, I couldn't help myself either.

My shriek of orgasm was very real. I'd like to say I faked it to avoid admitting to myself that Beth had skills. But that would be a discussion for a different time. At the moment I was cumming and cumming hard. Beth stopped licking me when I began to calm down. She had a glazed donut look on her face and was beaming with pride. She made no attempt to get herself off nor did she make any snide comments. She was just happy to have provided a quality service. When Gwen returned, she told me Beth was going to be the firm's new secretary. She left no room for discussion, but I was furious. Even Gwen's promise that Beth would service me whenever I felt the need did not displace my anger. But I said nothing. As they left I heard Akio congratulate Beth on being hired, but I was plotting to find some reason to fire her.

It turned out my apprehension about having Beth around was unfounded. She was raw from an experience standpoint, both in office work and between my legs, but she tried hard and was learning. As we earned our first few clients, she was very friendly and outgoing toward them. She also made me cum at least once a day, which I admit was a very good way to improve her value to our young firm. Akio knew what was going on, but remained professional and didn't interfere.

Akio was handling a couple of divorce cases we had signed up. I was still working on Anders, although Mike was doing most of the work and I was spending the majority of my days fucking the partners and occasionally Dean. I rarely was in court by this time so I was almost always dressed slutty, although I did keep a couple professional outfits in my office just in case. I was wearing the Bluetooth vibe all the time. Each of the partners had access to the app and they each had a specific pattern they could trigger that meant come to their office. Not a day went by that I didn't get fucked by at least one partner and at sometime during the week I usually had a client meeting that ended with the same thing. While I was disappointed that our women's business was growing slower than I had hoped (it was still growing but slowly) I was getting all the sex I could handle. I also bought a Bluetooth vibe for Beth so I could torment her as she sat at our front desk. I could see her squirm when I turned it on. I got great satisfaction from that. I taught her a secret pattern as well that told her to get into my office pronto and make me cum.

Life was good. At night Gwen, Thomas and Bruce still tended to my need to serve. Beth wasn't around often, but we did play together some. By playing together I mostly mean we were both service Gwen and Thomas or being bound together and punished. We all went to the theater together and she had her first gangbang. I visited Tiffany as often as I could for some very happy ending massages and occasionally we added Katherine. Finally our women's firm was growing to the point of thinking about adding an associate lawyer and a dedicated paralegal. Anders went public and we went to St. Louis where Eve kept me occupied for two days. Not a lot of legal work got done, but I did. I served her faithfully at her house and we spent another great night at the club. Then my world came crashing down in the form of Mrs. Sandra Forest.

You probably don't know the name and she prefers it that way. But in the business community, she is well known and has the reputation as a shark. She was 52 years old by this point, married four times, divorced twice and widowed once. She held the mantra of not caring if people knew she slept her way to the top as long as she didn't sleep her way to the middle. She had been a trophy wife twice including her dearly departed husband of two years who left her a sizable company. Through shrewd business dealings and contacts, she had parlayed her alimonies and inheritance into a sizable business empire. From there, she joined several boards of directors because she was a killer and everybody knew she had the brains to help their companies. The biography on Forbes told me as much, although in nicer language.

It turned out she had taken a trophy husband for number four. She was still attractive, but time had started to catch up on her. Apparently her boy toy wasn't satisfying her needs any more and she wanted to trade him in. She had been smart enough to get a pre-nup, but the guy wanted alimony in addition to the straight payoff the contract promised him. I was still unsure of how she ended up in my office. We have a reputation in town upstairs, but certainly not the kind of reputation downstairs that would garner such a high caliber client. I was working on presenting our value proposition to her and why we should represent her when my vibrator turned on. The problem was it didn't turn off. It wasn't a signal from one of the partners. Someone had decided now was a good time to play with me.

The buzzing in my panties distracted me, but I tried to carry on the meeting. In my mind I was doing ok, but then the vibe started cycling on and off in short bursts. That was tough. When it was constantly on I could try to block the sensations. When it turned on and off frequently and at various intervals, I kept getting caught off guard. Ms. Forest noticed and asked if I was OK. I said I was but that I thought I might have food poisoning or something and it was throwing me off. She nodded, but I don't think she believed me. My nipples were their usual stiff selves and I knew my face was turning flush. Ms. Forest continued talking and it was clear our conversation was not about to end. I had to do something. I tried to discretely pick up my phone and turn off the Bluetooth so the vibe would stop. I pretended that I had received a text message.

Temporarily relieved, I returned to the conversation. But I had a new problem. The vibe had worked it's magic and I really needed some sexual relief. Beth was up front, but I couldn't exactly have her service me in front of Ms. Forest. I could jill myself in my private bathroom, but then Ms. Forest might hear me. I determined the best course of action was a quick finger session in the bathroom that started my office demise. I excused myself and promised a swift return. I told Ms. Forest I would have Beth fetch coffee if she wanted and she agreed.

Alone in the bathroom I removed the offending toy and began rubbing my clit. I was very aroused by being buzzed in front of a titan of local business and trying to appear normal. I knew I could sneak out a quickie in just a couple of minutes. The problem with this plan is that when I cum too fast and don't give my climax enough time to build organically, I always want another one. And fast. But I figured our meeting would be over soon and then I could have Beth service me properly and that would solve me problem. It was a good plan. But it didn't work out too well.

Upon my return, temporarily satisfied, to my office I sat down again. I had left my phone on my desk when I went to masturbate. That was intentional because I didn't want Ms. Forest to think I was ducking out on her to take a call. I picked it up to verify that the Bluetooth was still off. Happy that it was and that I would be safe to finish our initial consultation; I breathed a sigh of relief. Then the vibe started buzzing again. This time however, it was power cycling from slow to fast to slow to fast, over and over again. It was impossible to ignore. I gripped the armrests of my chair and gritted my teeth.

"Oh no, some more distress my dear?" Ms. Forest asked. It was then I got the sense that she knew what was happening. When she tapped her phone and the buzzing stopped, I knew she not only knew what was happening, but was now controlling the vibe. Another tap of her graceful finger with the long red nails and the vibe sprung to life again.

"Bu, bu, but how?" I mumbled incoherently.

"This is one of my favorite toys," she told me. "I recognized its affects earlier. When you went to the bathroom, I paired my phone with it. Who was controlling you earlier?"

I didn't want to tell her, but a couple of taps on her screen and her own personal custom pattern of torment transmitted to the vibe had me panting in need. I told her my story. Not every detail. That would take too long and I was already desperate for her to make me cum. But enough detail and I didn't hide the fact that I was the fucktoy of the office upstairs. I even told her how Beth was being groomed as a new company submissive. That seemed to please her. I begged her to leave the vibe on high and let me cum.

"Bring her in here and have her pleasure me. If she is good, I may let you cum."

And that is how this meeting officially became the weirdest one I'd ever had. I mean I certainly was never surprised when the guys wanted to fuck me. I'm hot, tight and I love being used and degraded. What else could they want? But this was different. Ms. Forest moved to my couch and hitched up her skirt. Beth was between her thighs. At first she didn't remove her panties. Ms. Forest wanted to prolong the experience so she had Beth licking through the thin material. I was sitting on my desk. My skirt had been removed as was my blouse. My legs were spread and Ms. Forest kept issuing commands to my vibe to keep me on simmer. She graciously allowed me to play with my nipples.

I have a love hate relationship with being teased like this. I hate when I am told to stimulate myself, but am not allowed to cum. On the other hand, I love the intensity of my eventual orgasm after I have been marinated in my own juices for a while. Watching the beautiful Beth on her knees wasn't helping either. I tried to think of other things besides having Beth between my legs in an effort to hold back my own climax.

Ms. Forest took her time with Beth enjoying the power she held over both of us. She had the well-practiced flow of a Domme working her submissives, even though technically we were not hers. At least not outside of the hour we spent in my office. Eventually she came and I prayed that meant I would be allowed to cum as well. She told me to stand and take off the vibe. Then she told me to sit next to her on the couch and instructed Beth to finish me off. Beth immediately moved between my legs like I knew she would. She was definitely coming into her own as a submissive.

Ms. Forest began talking about her divorce proceedings again, but I wasn't listening. I was too high and Beth's tongue was too skilled. When Ms. Forest slapped my face, it snapped me back into reality and I looked at her. "If you want my business, I will require you and Beth to spend Saturday at my horse farm up on the border. Take the early Metra (the commuter rail) up to Zion. You will wear short summer dresses with nothing else. Just bring enough money for the train tickets. One of my attendants will pick you up. Do you understand?"

I did understand. Now that she knew we were submissive, she wanted to use us for a day and was bartering with hiring my legal services. I hesitated, but not because a day of sexual festivities away from the city didn't sound wonderful, but because I could not make my own arrangements. I would have to clear it with Thomas and Gwen, especially since Ms. Forest wanted Beth as well. She understood when I told her that.

"Hand me your phone," she told me. That required me getting up off the couch and away from Beth's tongue. While I was walking to my desk to retrieve my phone, she told Beth to rise and to sit on her lap. When I turned, phone in hand and arm outstretched to hand it to her, I saw Beth, her back resting against Ms. Forest's chest and her arms up and around her neck. Ms. Forest was vigorously rubbing Beth's pussy. Beth was mewing.

"Hand me your phone and put your vibe back on," she told me. I followed her instructions.

With her right hand busy in Beth's crotch, she punched some buttons on my phone and I heard her phone chirp. "I sent myself a text so I have your number. I will send you instructions later and will talk to your Master and Mistress to make the arrangements."

She then punched some more digits and I felt the vibe spring to life once again, although this time it was just barely moving. She then tossed me my phone back and grabbed her own. I few more touches and the vibe began changing its pattern.

"I synced your vibe with my phone. If you ever feel it buzz the S-O-S signal (I watcher her press a key and the vibe immediately started thrilling me with Morse Code) that is your signal to call me as soon as you can."

That was the end of our conversation and the vibe turned off. She left me hanging while she continued to work on Beth. I could tell from experience that Beth would soon climax. I supposed Ms. Forest was punishing me because I had not immediately agreed to visit her on Saturday. I was happy for Beth because she certainly had earned her orgasm and she had a good one. But I was disappointed for me. The saving grace was one of the partners hopefully would want to fuck that afternoon.

As it turns out, Ms. Forest wasn't completely heartless. As she left, she turned the slow to fast cycle back on for the vibe, although she warned me not to cum. I figured she had a plan. Ten minutes later, my struggle to avoid cumming was nearing its end. By this point in my training I was pretty good about avoiding unsanctioned orgasms, but the constant buzz of the vibrator was stretching my abilities. Fortunately I felt the familiar S-O-S tapping on my clit. Immediately I picked my cell phone and dialed her number.

"I'm going to turn the vibe on high," she told me. "Connect with me on Facetime so I can watch you cum."

That was a simple request to fulfill and two minutes later I enjoyed a wild, screaming orgasm. I was still coming down from my climax high when she reminded me of what she expected on Saturday. She said she expected an answer tonight, because if I couldn't attend, she would have to make other arrangements. That sounded a bit ominous, but I just nodded. Then the screen went dark. I sat slumped in my chair for another ten minutes recovering. Then I decided to call Gwen and tell her what happened.

Gwen seemed interested in what Ms. Forest had to offer. She explained that part of sharing a sub was about having the sub learn new things that a different dominant had to offer. She wasn't saying that one Domme was better or worse than another, just different. While we talked, my vibe began to buzz with Thomas' pattern. Carrying my cell phone so the vibe would stay active and I could continue my call with my Mistress, I walked up the stairs to the main office. Liz smiled from the reception desk and I headed to Thomas' office. I knocked and he said to come in. He then told me I could hang up the phone as Gwen had already texted him my news.

We didn't talk about what Ms. Forest had requested. He just bent me over his desk and fucked me from behind. He didn't say a word. I don't know if he was trying to prove to me that I didn't need anybody else as my Dom or whether he was just horny. Jeff walked in on us, he needed some papers signed, and I ended up blowing him. Sated, but not for long, I returned to my office. Half an hour later, my lust fueled by imagining what Ms. Forest might do to me, Beth was again between my legs. This time though, she would get to finish what she started.

Saturday morning found Beth and I, suitably attired in thin, short summer dresses and nothing else besides shoes, taking the CTA train downtown in order to catch the METRA train north into the farmlands of Illinois. For those of you who are not familiar with Chicago's mass transit, the CTA trains are light rail. Collectively they are known as the `L' because many of the miles of 102 total system length is elevated above grade. You can see a wide variety of people when taking the L and I certainly felt exposed sitting in my thin dress and no underwear. I know Beth was nervous too due to perceived less than desirable co-passengers, although our trip went off without an issue. The METRA trains are different. These are the longer distance commuter trains and feature leather bench seats instead of the L's hard plastic. There is also much less riff-raff and we felt secure immediately. The ride north was long, but relaxing.

I'd driven past this area when going to Six Flags or up to Summerfest in Milwaukee, but never stopped to explore it. We stepped off the train near the end of the line. I didn't expect Ms. Forest to meet us as she had said she would send a car. At the same time, she had not told us whom to expect so we just stood on the train platform and waited. There were only a couple of other passengers on the train so early in the morning. I think the schedule was mostly to get the train up north for Monday's rush hour. Therefore if somebody was there to meet us, we would have seen them. A few minutes after we arrived, a white, non-descript panel van screeched into the train station.

A young girl, probably Beth's age got out of the driver's door and apologized for making us wait. She was dressed in riding clothes. Her jodhpurs stretched tight across her backside. I tended to notice this type of thing rather quickly these days. They gripped her thin legs leading down to leather riding boots. Her top was a stretch performance gear long sleeve blouse. I'd seen ones similar when I shopped. They were designed to wick away sweat. The also framed her small, but pert and perfectly shaped breasts. Her hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail. She was a redhead. All that was missing was a helmet and a riding crop, and she would be ready for the saddle. She looked delicious. She introduced herself as Suzanne. That would be easy to remember, I mused. She then beaconed us into the back of the van.

I didn't understand why we, or at least one of us, couldn't sit up front, but I went along with her request. Being a panel van, there was no seats in the back. There was however a mattress on the floor and one wall was padded. Suzanne climbed in behind us and slid the door closed. She told us to sit with our backs to the wall. There was dim glow from a single dome light. Suzanne first told us to hold out our wrists, which she quickly tied together with rope. Her grace and ease doing this told me she was experienced beyond her innocent appearance. She started with Beth and once her wrists were tied, she pulled them over Beth's head and secured the remaining rope through an i-bolt apparently installed in the van for just such a purpose. She then tied my wrists in the same fashion and then she tied our ankles together. I'm sure if we tried we could have stood up, but neither of us wanted to escape. Despite the fact that we couldn't see out the front window of the van, Suzanne finished our preparation by blindfolding us so we wouldn't know where Ms. Forest's estate was located. That seemed like an unnecessary precaution, as I'm sure I could have found its location online, but I'm sure she was just following orders. We rode in silence as she left the train station, our destination unknown.

We traveled for 15 or 20 minutes. The ride was rough, but not too uncomfortable. We must have been on back roads because they didn't seem to be maintained well. As always, being bound turned me on, although so had the train ride as my mind kept imagining different scenarios. We could have been 15 miles from the train station or 500 yards. When we stopped, I heard Suzanne get out, but nobody came to retrieve us for several minutes. Beth started to freak out a bit at being blindfolded and bound in an unknown space. Rookies. I just breathed slowly and deeply and waited patiently. The van started to feel stuffy, but fortunately we didn't wait so long that it became problematic. I recognized Ms. Forest's voice after the door was opened. She told us she was pleased we had decided to join her for a fun day. I would have been more relaxed if I knew her definition of fun. I knew she had talked extensively with Gwen so I knew I was safe. But beyond that, I had no expectations other than a kinky adventure.

Our legs were untied first and then our wrists were untied from the van, but remained bound. Our blindfolds also remained. A tug on my wrist rope told me to roll forward and I was pulled out of the van. Ms. Forest told me to stand still and I heard Beth being pulled out of the van as well. The sun was warm on my flesh. I had goose bumps of excitement. I felt Ms. Forest's hands running down my side to the hem of my dress. I was not surprised when she lifted it to check if I had wore panties, nor was I surprised when she checked the level of my excitement. Apparently satisfied, she checked to see if I was wearing a bra by squeezing my breasts and rubbing my nipples through the thin material. Had she known Gwen better, she would have known there was no way my Mistress would have let either of us out of the house dressed in any way inappropriately, that is to say, how we had been ordered to appear. Satisfied with me, I heard her examine Beth. I smiled when Beth squealed at the panty inspection. I was sure Ms. Forest would be satisfied, although it turns out, our dresses really didn't matter. I heard the ripping of material from my side and a shocked yell from Beth. As a result I wasn't surprised when my dress was torn from my body. Had she asked, I would have gladly removed it. It was a cheap dress, but still, there was something unsettling about having it hang, tattered from my body. But once it was pulled completely off of me and I stood naked before her, I felt at ease. The heat of the sun kissed my body and my tied wrists reminded me why I was there. Another tug of the rope and we were off. It was a struggle to walk smoothly without the aid of sight. But our rope leashes led us in the right direction. I could smell hay and I could hear horses snorting. I felt the ground change from hard pack to what felt like straw. We stopped. My blindfold was removed and I found myself in a barn.

"This is where I keep my ponygirls," Ms. Forest announced to us. I looked at her with a bit of a shock. She was dressed much like Suzanne. The riding pants were not quite so tight. An extra 30 years of living will do that. But the look still suited her and unlike Suzanne, she did have a riding crop attached to her belt. I hoped she didn't just use that on the four-legged beasts.

I looked around and there were several stalls occupied by horses. There were also a few that were empty. I also saw two rooms opposite to the stalls near where we were standing. One appeared to be a regular tack room with saddles, bridles and the usual assortment of riding gear. I moved closer to the door and the smell of worn leather filled my nostrils. I took a deep breath. It was heavenly. Looking into the other room, it appeared much the same but all the elements were of a smaller, more human scale. There were also decidedly non-equestrian items such as butt plugs with long hair tails, fancy headdresses, cuffs, long crops and whips and even some masks. The saddles looked sized to be put on a human's back. Thinking back to some of the erotic stories I had read, I knew about ponygirl and ponyboy training in the abstract, but I never thought I would meet somebody who was into it, let alone participate in it myself. Apparently both things were about to change.

Ms. Forest explained that she was throwing a party later in the day and needed some serving hostesses. That was where Beth and I came in. She also explained we had a few hours to play before we would have to get ready. I asked what kind of party she was throwing and not surprisingly she said a pony party. Apparently she had many friends who besides being into the equine pursuits with real horses, also enjoyed using their subs that way. At the party, there would be plenty of pony play and competitions to determine the best-trained ponies. Ms. Forest wanted to expose us before hand to make sure we were comfortable with the scene and didn't freak out. Looking at the plug with the tail, I liked it and hoped I would get to wear it. Beth was less sure. I still considered her a novice in the submissive world, although she had learned a lot, but she expressed that she wasn't sure if she could handle being a pony.

"I had hoped you would try it so you would understand what the ponies were feeling, but I won't force you. Can you handle being a service girl?"

Implicit in that title, or so I thought, was the promise of sexual pleasing her guests. At least I hoped it did. Beth I think understood that and said confidently that wasn't a problem. She clarified that she just didn't think pony play was right for her. Maybe she thought actual bestiality was involved. Maybe she had some dark secret that this scene triggered. I don't know. Ms. Forest asked me if I could handle it. I told her, "I'll try anything one, twice if it made me cum." She and Beth both laughed.

"Have you ridden a horse before, Beth?" Ms. Forest asked.

"Yes, a few times," she replied. "But I am very much a novice."

"That's OK," came the response from Ms. Forest with a wry smile. "I'll have Suzanne work with you on some riding skills that may come in handy tonight while I work with Susan teaching her the fundamentals of the competition for tonight. That way she can help with the judging too if she is not too busy with other activities."

I was intrigued by why judging would be involved in sexual play. That made the party sound interesting. I wished Beth would have participated with me, but to each their own. Ms. Forest had Suzanne bring in a medium (in my estimation) sized horse. It was a little older and seemed pretty gentle. Suzanne then put a thin blanket over its back and retrieved a special saddle. Suddenly I want to be the jockey instead of the horse. Beth looked excited too.

The saddle looked normal except for a four-inch dildo that had been grafted into the center. It wasn't too fat, but I had no doubt it would quite devastating to the rider. It was a Western saddle so there was a horn on the front of the pommel. While that was normal, mounted on the front of the horn was a leather block. As Ms. Forest helped Beth climb onto the horse and settle the dildo into her pussy, I realized the block extended the horn so when Beth sat, it would press against her pussy and clit. Immediately I imagined what would happen when the horse trotted. I had not ridden many horses growing up. I always remembered hating when the horse would trot and I would be bounced up and down on the saddle. Somehow I knew Beth would find that part of her ride the most enjoyable. The rope that bound her wrists was tied around the saddle horn as if she was a captive in a spaghetti western. I wondered if that scenario was part of the competition as well. Having a cowboy catch me and tie me to his horse to bring to jail was appealing. Being naked, tied to a horse while being fucked and in front of a bunch of strangers certainly fed my exhibition fantasies. Unlike while I was at the mall though, the people would know what was happening. My pussy quivered at the thought.

Unfortunately I only got to see Beth for a moment longer. Suzanne was leading her away. Already the special saddle was working its magic and Beth was moaning. I would have loved to watch what came next (I knew it would be Beth) but I had work to do with Ms. Forest. She explained there were several aspects of pony play. Some people participated in all of them and some preferred only doing one. Like everything in the community, there was room for people to make it what they wanted. She explained that she enjoyed lead line and buggy, but other people coming to the party would do riding (hence the tiny saddles, grooming, dressage and one person would make his pony sleep in a dirty stall all night while he relaxed in the house. I didn't like the thought of sleeping in a barn overnight, naked in dirty straw. I was glad Ms. Forest wasn't into that.

The first thing she did was dress me. That was pretty easy, as I wasn't going to be wearing much. She had me sit and helped me on with a pair of thigh high leather boots. Obviously no horse would wear these, but I appreciated that she didn't try to affix horseshoes to me. I mentioned that and she told me, much to my surprise, that you could buy boots that ended in a realistic hoof and that used real horseshoes. She told me several of the more competitive ponies, especially in the grooming competition would be wearing them. Next was the headdress. This one is hard to describe. It was a leather skullcap meant to hold my own hair down with integrated ears that stuck up and a platinum blonde wig in a big ponytail that stuck straight up about six inches and then dropped flowing on my back. She had me toss my head and learn to swish it back and forth. She appeared to get excited when I did that. She told me some owners would have their ponies grow their hair out and dye it their preferred color so they could achieve a look without using a wig. That was dedication, I thought.

The cap also had buttons riveted to it where blinders could be attached, although Ms. Forest said we wouldn't need them unless I got distracted easily. I thought I heard Beth moan from outside the barn, so if Suzanne brought her near us, maybe I would since I still really wanted to watch her ride. Next was a soft halter, essentially a muzzle that wrapped around my head including a bridle, basically a fancier horse bit gag like I had worn before and then a thick leather collar with D-rings on all sides. Finally the rope around my wrists was untied and replaced with my more familiar leather cuffs. They felt much better to me. I certainly was happy to be bound by this powerful woman and the rope had begun cutting into my skin, so I was pleased when she switched to leather. She had me stand, spun me around and had me bend over with my hands on the bench. I knew what was next.

"How big of a plug do you take?" she asked me bluntly.

That was a trick question because I had fucked bigger cocks than any of my plugs, save the one giant one from my training kit. I always thought that one was a bit of a joke anyway. Not sure how to respond I said, "medium to medium-large." I wasn't sure if the second size even existed, but soon after I felt the cool gel of lube being applied to my anus. She didn't need to give me instructions on how to best relax. I understood the dynamics already. The plug was bigger than my plug, but not the biggest thing I had ever had up there. I did grunt a little as she pushed it in and I stretched, but soon the taper passed my ring and I snapped shut around it. I was full and happy. And I must admit, the long platinum blonde tail matching my wig looked great. She had me shake my ass much like I had shaken my head. It was fun. I didn't know if I would like the rest of pony play, but the dress up part was certainly exciting. Ms. Forest attached a long (about 10 feet) leather lead to the front of my halter. She held it taught in her right hand about a foot from my mouth while the rest was coiled and held by her left. She also picked up a riding crop. Unlike the ones I had enjoyed before, this one was at least five feet long. She then led me out of the barn, across the gravel parking area where the van had stopped and through a gate in a wood split rail fence that created a circular paddock about 25 feet in diameter. I watched her lean the crop against the fence and then she let out a couple feet of slack in my lead and moved toward the center of the paddock. I was forced to follow along.

"The first thing we teach a new pony is the proper way to walk with your dominant," she told me. "A pony must match the pace of their handler. The lead should have a consistent amount of slack."

Ms. Forest began walking. She was standing next to me and held her hand level to my mouth where the lead was attached to my halter. There was maybe six inches of slack so it was easy to keep pace with her at first. Then she started to speed up and slow down. That caused my head to jerk because I wasn't ready for it.

"You must be careful to notice if your dominant changes speed. In a competition, the ponies are often led by someone other than their owner to test their ability and this is one of the usual tricks used to knock a score down."

She started walking again and I worked hard to keep my pace. It was difficult with the heel of my boots sinking into the soft ground, but I think I did pretty well. Ms. Forest, once convinced that I had figured out how to walk, gave me some slack and moved further to my side. Then she began working with my on different cues. Forward, back, left, right, halt, etc were taught to me and I was warned to respond quickly and without getting excited or pulling on the lead line. I wasn't enjoying pretending to be a pony as much as I loved being submissive to Ms. Forest and basically naked outside. I had lost track of Beth, but there were other people walking around. Some I think were caterers preparing for the party and some looked like caretakers for the property. None of them seemed to notice or more properly care, that the woman of the house was teaching a naked girl how to walk at the end of a leash.

Once satisfied I could follow basic instructions competently, that took about 20 minutes by the way, Ms. Forest moved in front of me and began to lead from the front instead of from my side. She let out more slack on my lead. Now I was instructed to watch her steps closely. We were to match out strides in distance and in cadence. Basically I was to march in step with her. Again she would change her pace from time to time to challenge me. After she taught me how she could lead from the front, she taught me the partner position. Now she was positioned slightly behind me. If I had been a real horse she would have been about even with my front shoulder. She explained that some ponies do their lead work while crawling so it was important to understand this position.

We worked about half an hour in total on how to do basic lead line. The plug in my ass kept me focused on the sexual aspect of submitting to Ms. Forest while the exhibitionist in me imagined what it would be like to be judged in a competition. She led me back near the gate and wrapped the lead a couple of times around the fence post. She then walked through the gate. I could have easily untied the strap, but I intuitively knew a real pony couldn't, so I stood there waiting. She walked back into the barn and returned with a silver bowl. Back in the paddock I saw that it was full of water. She put in on the ground in front of me and told me to drink. I hesitated.

"I horse will always drink to stay hydrated when they get the chance," she told me. I knelt down. Using my hands to keep my mane from falling into the bowl, I pressed my face into the water as best I could. The halter and bridle made it almost impossible to drink, but I did my best. After I was finished, I stood back up. Water dripped off my face and down my chest. It did feel refreshing as I had started to sweat and did feel a little dirty. Ms. Forest then took a clip she had handing on her belt and used it to secure my wrists together behind my back.

"We are now going to teach you to trot," she announced while picking up the crop.

I always hated that when I rode and I doubted I would enjoy it any more when I was the pony. She led me back to the center of the paddock and let out about 4 feet of slack. The only thing that excited me about this lesson was the crop she held in her hands. It was obviously meant to correct any improper actions and its extra length meant she could generate more centrifugal force. I liked that.

Ms. Forest now stood in the center of the paddock barking out commands at me. Instead of walking, I was now high stepping, basically hopping from one foot to the other. If I didn't keep the proper pace or got off balance, a swift snap of the crop on my buttocks would inspire me to take corrective action. Of course, that inspired me to make more mistakes on purpose just to feel the bite of the crop. I fell a couple of times. The grass and dirt stuck to my sweaty skin making me a mess. When I crumpled to the ground, Ms. Forest would pause and place the crop somewhere on my skin indicating I wasn't to rise until I had permission. She would also take that opportunity to strike me several times. It was during this part of her training that she commented on my nipples. They had been hard since before my dress had been torn off, but Ms. Forest had not commented on them until she ran the leather strap of the crop over them.

"Somebody likes this doesn't she?"

I knew the question was rhetorical, but I answered, "Yes mam," anyway.

As we continued our trotting exercise, she also commented that she, "loved the way my tits bounced" as I cantered for her pleasure. I liked her praise. It made me feel good.

I continued trotting enjoying the kiss of the crop, the plug in my ass and the feeling of accomplishment from adapting to Ms. Forest's training. She sensed when I got tired and gave me a break for a few minutes. I also got down on the ground and attempted to take another drink. She then led me back to the barn. I saw Beth back from her ride. She was sitting on the same bench where Ms. Forest had helped me dress. Beth looked worn out from her horseback encounter. I would have loved to ask her how many times she had cum on top of that special saddle, but in truth, I wanted to find out for myself how much fun it was. I hoped I had pleased Ms. Forest enough to earn that right, but alas she had a different training in mind for me next. Buggy training.

She told me that buggy training was pretty simple. She unhooked my wrists, led me to the side of the barn where her buggy was parked and hold me how to hold the handles attached to the single seat cart. The cart was fairly ornate, but rolled easily. First she had me make a circle around the driveway while she followed, crop in hand, giving me instructions. The basic mechanics were pretty easy, but she wanted to ingrain on me that being smooth was key. A buggy pony must at all times give a smooth ride, avoid quick starts and stops and my all means avoid dropping the wheels into any holes.

The commands (left, right, forward, halt and speed) were much like the lead line only instead of having a leather strap directing the pony, the rider used a single tail whip if any corrections were needed. I didn't like that. I loved the crop, but I'd never been whipped and I didn't think I wanted to start now. I began by pulling the empty cart.

The cadence wasn't quite a trot. It was more of a race walk, although a couple of times Ms. Forest had me break into a run. Tough in boots and tougher when pulling a cart, but I managed. Then we had a short break. I took the opportunity to drink more water. I still hated getting on the ground to do this, but with the sun higher in the sky and the hot air encasing me like a warm blanket, I really was getting thirsty. Then it was back to training.

I held the cart steady as Ms. Forest again climbed in. She commanded me to walk and snapped the whip off to my left side. The sound startled me. She didn't hit me, but I could imagine the pain a flick of her wrist could impart on my delicate skin.

Pulling the cart was much more difficult with her added weight. I was thankful she had let me practice without her. This was actual work. We made a slow loop around the driveway. I noticed Beth had emerged from the barn by the time we completed our first circuit. She still seemed out of it, but at least she had rejoined the living. Ms. Forest then instructed me to go faster. I am in pretty good shape, but I admit this was winding me. Around and around in circles following the driveway we went. If I slowed down, the snap of the whip, far to close to me for my comfort, would herald that I needed to give more effort. I was thankful that she was skilled with the whip because she actually never hit me. As I was reaching my limit, now thoroughly drenched with sweat although my nipples were as hard as ever, she gave the command to slow to a walk. When we returned to the barn she gave the halt command that I quickly and thankfully obeyed. I then felt her dismount the cart. She told me to park it on the side of the barn and to meet us in the tack room. As I pulled the cart for a final time, I watched her and Beth disappear into the barn. Ms. Forest had her arm around Beth possessively. I felt jealous.

I returned to find them in the smaller, kinky tack room. Ms. Forest explained that she wanted us to clean up, take a nap and then she would prepare us for the party. She still did not detail what our duties would be, but I was glad pony training was over. My tail looked great, but the plug had been in long enough and I was ready to have the bit gag out of my mouth.

Ms. Forest took care to carefully remove my pony attire and place it back on the shelf. The plug tail was a problem because the lube had dried. She had me lean over with my hands pressed against the wall and spread my legs. It took some effort for her to pull the plug and then release it and let it reseat several times while my asshole stretched again to allow it to pull out. I felt a sense of relief but also profound emptiness. I expected her to have me clean it, as a sub should take care of her toys, but instead she told Beth to, "Make herself useful," and wash the toy. She was given a bottle of toy wash and was also instructed to brush out the tail. Ms. Forest then had me sit and helped me take off the boots. Finally she removed the collar and cuffs. Once again I was naked before her, but this time I felt much closer to her. I also felt my familiar need to orgasm, although that would happen much later.

We sat and chatted until Beth returned with the newly cleaned and combed plug. While Ms. Forest was putting it in its proper place on the shelf, I heard the sound of another car on the gravel drive. I wondered if this was the first party guest. I was intrigued to see what a real pony girl or boy looked like. As we were being led out of the tack room back into the barn, a tall muscular black man with a shaved head entered. Apparently he had been the driver of the car. He looked like the sternest Dom I could imagine. Boy did I misjudge him. He walked past us without saying a word and then knelt down kissing Ms. Forest's boot. His first words were, "Mistress, thank you for letting this worthless slave serve you." I was shocked.

The Goliath rose with his Mistress' blessing and immediately began taking off his clothes. I must admit, if he were my slave, I would keep him naked too. It turns out he was an ex-Bears player. I vaguely remember having heard his name before (I am not a football fan), but would never recognize him if Ms. Forest had not told me who he was. His body was pure ripped muscles. I drooled when he took off his shirt. His biceps flexed and his six-pack rippled. I grew more excited as he began to remove his pants. Alas, under his pants, while his thighs were the biggest and best defined I had ever seen, he wore bicycling shorts robbing us of a first had view of his ass and cock. That's not to say we couldn't estimate the beauty that lay beneath. That style of shorts is so thin and thigh, we could tell he was packing a monster and as he turned to fold and place his clothes in a lock box under the bench, we could tell his ass was as spectacular as the rest of his body.

"How may I serve you, Mistress," he asked.

"Susan needs a shower, Bull. She worked up a sweat," was the reply.

Mighty man didn't question her or bat an eye and his name suited him well. He turns to me, wrapped his arms around my waist and as if I weighed nothing, slung me over his shoulder. Beth and Ms. Forest continued to chat as I was carried out of the barn and to an area behind where a small concrete pad had a drain and a hose was attached to a spigot. It was here he set me down.

"You're not going to give me any trouble, are you?" he asked. I doubted I could do anything that he couldn't handle, but since he was also a sub, I felt I could safely play with him.

"I'll give you a blowjob if you want," I told him. I was serious too and to demonstrate that fact, I got down on my knees. He seemed amused. Through his shorts I could tell he was packing serious meat. I'd been teased for hours. I wanted his cock. He pulled the front of his shorts down for a moment giving me a glimpse of the snake held back by the tight stretch shorts he wore.

"Is that what you want?" he asked. I nodded my affirmation. He pulled his shorts down again and fished out his stiffening cock. Even at half-staff it was bigger than any I imagined having and I literally felt drool escaping my lips. He lifted it hypnotically and I leaned forward, shut my eyes and opened my mouth. Then I felt it slam down against my face. When I opened my eyes, he was tucking it back into his shorts.

"Sorry babe," he said. "Not without the express permission of Mistress. Usually I am reserved for party guests, but if you beg her nice, maybe at the end of the night you can have some."

Then he turned on the spigot and started spraying me with very cold well water. The shock was unbelievable and I screamed. I'm sure that pleased Ms. Forest. Quickly and efficiently my sweat was washed from my body. Almost as quick as it began, it was done. I was shivering. My arms were crossed over my chest in a vain attempt to stay warm. My Adonis wrapped his strong arms around me pulling me against his body. I've never felt so safe.

"Let's get to inside to a towel and a warm bed," he reassured me. Ms. Forest had said Beth and I should grab a nap so I was sure he wouldn't be tasked with warming me up horizontally, but a girl can dream, can't she?

We walked around the barn. Ms. Forest and Beth were waiting. "Thank you Bull," she said. "Please prepare the guest stables for the party and I will take the girls up to the house."

"Very good, Mistress," he replied while turning and walking away. I did manage a good long look at his butt before I had to follow Mistress into the house.

We were led to a guest bedroom. There was a queen size bed that we had to share. We were told we would be retrieved when it was time to dress. We were also warned not to masturbate. I didn't think that was fair because Beth still seemed worn out from her horseback ride while I was just teased during my pony training. Oh well. I didn't sleep. I was far too excited for my next adventure to begin. That made it very difficult not to touch myself. I had to fight that urge. Beth seemed to fall asleep as soon as her head it the pillow.

I didn't know what time it was, except that it was probably early afternoon. I think I lay awake staring at the ceiling for about two hours when Suzanne returned to fetch us. We were taken to the master bathroom where we were told to tend to our bodily needs and to shower. She would then give us our clothes. She also told us to be quick about it because the guests were due within half an hour. Two women getting ready that quick is a challenge, but what can you do. We both rushed.

The outfit Suzanne laid out for us was not what I expected. Given all the leather centered on the horse play, I assumed we would be given some kind of fetish leather gear to attire ourselves. Instead, we got lace. That is not to say it wasn't a fetish look. It was just softer than I expected. We were each given an off-white, maybe ivory is a better description of the color, corset. As I said it was lacy with ruffles at the bottom, but reinforced on the sides and in the bust. The bra, if you could call it that, was more of a shelf that went under the breast to hold it up. It ended just below the nipple so the entire top half of my breasts were exposed. There was also a pair of shoulder straps to make sure it held by breasts firmly in place. Suzanne had to help tie the back of the corset and she did so with great force. It took my breath away as she squeezed it tight around my abdomen giving me more of an hourglass look than I ever remember having. The look was blatantly sexual and I was excited to be seen wearing it. I took a few minutes to adjust to this new garment while she helped Beth get into hers. I noticed the corset had a snap crotch. We were not given panties so I could only assume than snap would be getting unbuckled at some point. At least I hoped it would.

At the bottom of the corset and dangling from under the ruffles were garters. Garters were always a good sign in my book because that meant stockings would not be far behind and those made me feel sexy. Mine were red fishnets. Beth's were neon green. I kind of thought that was a strange color combination, but whatever. We also got matching fishnet opera gloves that went well above our elbows and had finger cutouts. I thought our look was complete when Suzanne handed us platform heel shoes. She explained that normally Ms. Forest prefers stilettos, but the platform would perform better in the soft grass while still providing the requisite tightening of our butts and calves.

As I said, I thought we were done, but there were a couple additional items. Why I didn't assume we would have cuffs, I don't know. They were light-weight leather cuffs with thin D-rings. I considered them more of a fashion cuff than a real bondage cuff. When she gave us a matching leather choker, I knew they were more for looks instead of function. But that was fine. They were cute. I knew if anybody wanted us bound there were plenty of options in the tack room.

Then she handed us each a black top hat. OK, that's weird, but whatever. They looked kind of silly as we put them on. Way too formal a choice given our other clothes and really meant for a man. I mean, Bull would have looked great wearing one, but I thought I looked silly. That was when Suzanne took from the closet the item that tied the look together. She handed me a black, sleeveless jacket. It looked like a tuxedo jacket, complete with tails, except the arms had been removed and the front had been cut to accentuate the wearer's breasts. It wrapped around my body like a glove with three snaps over my belly while the top was cut so it went around my breasts allowing that part of the corset (and my girls) to be displayed. Similarly it ended above the ruffles on the corset so basically my tits and pussy were accessible, although my ass was covered down to mid thigh. Looking in the mirror though, except for the shoes, I loved it. I asked Suzanne if she would take a picture of us to show our Master and Mistress and she agreed. Before she snapped the pic with the phone, she had us switch to proper slut shoes to complete the look.

"Maybe someday Mistress and I can visit you and we call all dress up like this and party," she said.

I thought back to the neighborhood party and how shocking it would be if we all dressed up like this to serve drinks and snacks. We put the boring but safer shoes back on and Suzanne led us down to the kitchen where Ms. Forest was waiting along with her beefy black friend. She seemed pleased with our appearance. In fact she walked up to me, pretending to adjust my jacket, but really playing with my nipples enough to buckle my legs. "Yes, this outfits suits you," she said. "The two of you will be tasked with keeping the food available to my guests and serving them drinks. Bull will act as bartender and Suzanne will make sure everything comes out of the oven on time. You are also to be available for whatever personal tasks my guests may require of you. Do you understand?"

I knew what she was talking about, but Beth seemed a little confused. I watched as Ms. Forest walked over to her. She seemed annoyed that she needed to clarify herself. "What I mean you dumb slut," Ms. Forest scolded Beth, "is that you don't refuse a request from a guest."

With that statement complete, I watched Ms. Forest unsnap the crotch of Beth's corset and quickly slide two fingers into her pussy. She then started to finger fuck her, but not too hard.

"If somebody wants to play with your pussy, you let them." I watched as Ms. Forest pulled her fingers out and pushed them into Beth's mouth. "If someone wants to play with this tits or your nipples (she now pulled her fingers back and began to pinch Beth's nipples) you let them. If they want a blowjob or to have you eat their pussy, you drop to your knees. Got it?"

"Yes mam," Beth replied. "But what about fucking?"

I decided to answer that one, "The guests have a choice of holes, right?"

"Correct. Very good," Ms. Forest answered. "Fucking usually doesn't happen right away because everyone will be focused on the competition. But a dominant may want you to get off their sub before they compete so they can focus. Not everyone uses that tactic. Some prefer their ponies to be sexually charged so they will withhold orgasm until the end of the party. Some of my guests may just take a liking to you, especially the way both of you look, and may just want to fuck. Of course, they also like the usual BDSM pursuits, but I know you will do fine and make me proud."

With that last word of encouragement, we were handing a small silver tray and sent on our way.

Several guests had arrived already (4 or 5 couples) and I saw more cars pulling in the driveway. With my limited first hand experience of pony play, it was interesting to see how people who were very serious about it approached the competition differently than my limited session with Ms. Forest. Dominants had their ponies warming up. Some were in full costumes already that were much more elaborate than the plain halter, headdress and tail I wore, and some were just naked. Women and men were in the paddock stretching, doing jumping jacks and a kind of short wind sprint. As the guests arrived, the paddock got very full. Then one by one, the ponies would leave to join their handler. The naked ones headed to the barn, I assume to dress, while the ones ready for the competition took the opportunity to talk to me, feel up my body (thank you very much) and request drinks and food.

I really don't know why Ms. Forest bothered to have button crotch corsets for us. The first guy I talked to unbuttoned it and I didn't bother to fix it. He gave my pussy a quick rub while pretending to think about what drink order to place. His pony was a stunning blonde. As I had been warned, she wasn't wearing a wig. Her beautiful mane was hers alone. I speculated how long it took to grow and groom to look so perfect. She was not allowed a drink until after the competition. I wondered if she was also denied sexual pleasure before the contest as well or if she was one who performed better after an orgasm. I would have liked to found out and helped if it was the latter, but unfortunately when returning with his drink, I was not asked for a more personalized service.

I had taken a second drink order during that circuit of the paddock and headed back to the bar. That couple both got drinks and it was the woman who wanted to touch my pussy. She was pretty giggly and I got the sense they were here more to party, although they obviously had spent some serious coin on costuming. She told her man than I "was a cutie" and that she "wished she could take" me home. She was pretty hot and so was he so I admit I wouldn't have minded. He told her that maybe we could play later. I liked the sound of that and I told them as much. But I also had other guests to serve so I told them I would find them in a bit.

Couple three was another serious contender, only the guy was the pony. He looked fairly erect in his shorts and his Domme ordered me to my knees to cure that condition. That was certainly a pleasure. I'd wanted cock for hours and even if he never got near my pussy, it was a start. We gathered a small crowd and I hoped that would lead to the real party getting started. I must have pleased his Mistress because after I finished with him, she ordered me to get her off as well. This made me especially happy since I know guys love seeing a girl go down on another girl and I hoped that would inspire one of them to play with me. Although I received a round of applause when she came, none of the other guys stepped up to fuck me. I went back to the drink circuit taking orders and running back to the house to fill them. Each round brought a short fingering, nipple play or some playful swats on my ass instead of a cash tip. It didn't seem to matter whether it was a man or woman, they each touched me similarly. Firm, but not too firm. Nice nipple pinch, tug or twist, but not enough to really light my fire. Fingerbangs or clit rubs to keep my motor revving above idle, but not enough to get me off. I couldn't believe none of the guys wanted to fuck me since several had hard ons, but I only got to suck off two. I decided teasing the help must be part of the game they played. Then I glanced toward the other side of the paddock and saw Beth.

I was already jealous that she got to ride the dildo horse and now she was getting rammed from behind while she leaned over the fence rail. Seriously. Why does she keep getting fucked and I don't? I mean, I know she is younger, cuter and innocent looking, but I'm in my prime, look smoking hot in this outfit and definitely know how to fuck. It was frustrating. I vented as much when I returned to the house to pick up the next round. I was doing all the work and she was getting all the glory.

Bull just nodded like he had heard these kind of complaints before. I bet they happen at every party. He commiserated with me briefly. Some bullshit about "that's how it goes, sometimes," or some similar nonsense. He could tell I didn't like his answer. Then he said, "put down your tray." I did and he moved next to me taking me into his arms once again.

Much like when he had slung me over his shoulder, I just melted to 7his strength. I expected him to kiss me, but instead he spun me around and pressed me against the refrigerator. I knew he was submissive too and I didn't expect this rough treatment, though I certainly didn't mind it. I acquiesced to he desires not moving and allowing him to position me (and himself) with no resistance. He pinned my hands, holding both wrists in one of his giant paws, above my head and the wrapped his other hand around my tits while he pressed me into the refrigerator. He pawed at my globes as he pressed his groin against my ass. Once again I felt his monster cock, although once again he also kept it in his pants. But he could tell I could feel it and as I tried in vain to push back against his manhood to signal my desire, he hissed into my ear, "Later but only if Ms. Forest allows it." Then a few seconds later, he added, "But don't worry. A hot piece of ass like you will get plenty of cock before the night is through." Now that was the kind of assessment I can accept proudly.

Bull was also right. As I returned to the paddock I was summoned to a new couple. The pony was a knockout with jet-black hair and the kind of body that make men drool. Her Dom wasn't bad looking, but didn't seem to be in the same class as her. Her halter was wrapped around the fence rail and she was bent forward at about a 45-degree angle supporting herself with her hands on the rail. I stared at her in awe, distracted until he spoke.

"On your knees, service slut," he barked as he pointed to the ground next to her. The edge in his voice made me tingle. His pony gets to hear that confidence and authoritarianism every day. Lucky girl. I dropped to the ground. He unzipped his pants. He then pulled out a very impressive cock. This was another way his pony was lucky. Suddenly he didn't seem so ordinary at all. I took him into my mouth and he quickly went from half-staff to full. I lovingly worshiped his cock. I didn't know if he intended to fuck me, but at that moment, I was just happy to have him in my mouth. He continued his instructions for his pony. He was pointing out other ponies and rating their level of competition for her. He was also giving her instructions on how to best perform. He had seen these judges before and knew their styles and what they looked for in a winner. I listened with interest, but since I could only see his groin, most of his competitive observations were not practical to me.

He let me slurp him for a few minutes before he pulled his cock free of my oral confines. I didn't have the sense he was ready to cum so I didn't prepare for a facial. I was hoping he wanted to fuck, and he did, but unfortunately he didn't want to fuck me. I had not been released from my kneeling position, so I got an up close and personal view as he slid his cock into his pony. I could tell her tail was the plug variety I had worn (much nicer quality though) and so my pussy clenched in appreciation of how tight it must feel in her pleasure hole filled with his big dick.

As he began to build a rhythm, I figured out that this woman was one of the ones Ms. Forest had told me took this scene very seriously. She didn't moan. She whinnied and grunted. It was also one of the most primal fucks I had ever witnessed. He hammered her good. But he didn't spank her or reach under her and rub her clit. The spanking I understand because red cheeks might not look good to the judges, but I would have thought he would give her more pleasure with his fingers. Or that he would order me to kneel underneath her and lick her clit. But neither happened. When she became too vocal, he warned her not to cum and threatened not to let her cum "for another month" if she did. I enjoy orgasm denial and edge play up to a point, but going without orgasm for months at a time would not be acceptable. I could tell she was struggling. Who wouldn't with both holes filled to the brim? But I also sensed as a Dom, he probably knew her body better than she knew it herself and wouldn't push her to failure. Unless that was their thing.

My powers of deduction must be getting better because less than a minute later he pulled out. Looking at her gaping pussy, I saw no evidence that he had cum yet, but I sensed she was relieved that he had stopped. He then aimed his cock at my mouth again and I got the flavor treat of her juices. There was a hint of pre-cum taste, but surprisingly little. He let me clean him for about ten seconds. Again I figured he would cum in my mouth or on my face, but he delightfully surprised me. He ordered me to bent to the fence as his pony had and spread my legs. When I did I felt my tails being lifted and flipped up onto my back. The crotch strap of my corset was still undone so there was nothing stopping him from taking aim and sinking mister wonderful deep inside of me. I didn't whinny. I moaned. He started slamming his cock into me.

I turned to look around and some of the couples were taking notice of our carnal display, but for the most part, they were busy making their preparation. It was weird. I wasn't uncomfortable being fucked in front of them. In fact, I was quite happy to be fucked in front of them because my body desperately needed this. But having them ignore us was strange. I didn't expect some big orgy to break out, but at least watching as we put on this sexy show seemed like it would be the proper response. But those thoughts quickly passed as I could feel my orgasm growing. But just before I could get there, I felt his cock swell even bigger before he unleashed a torrent deep inside my pussy. Usually that would trigger my own orgasm, but I had not quite reached that peak before he flooded me and as I felt him soften, so did my own almost climax.

Still I was happy to have fucked, even if it wasn't quite long enough. This time when I knelt to clean him I tasted my own flavor as well as his jizz. It was pleasing as always. I could feel his cum leaking out of my pussy and onto my thighs. I hoped nobody would worry about getting sloppy seconds. As he tucked himself away and I stood up, I saw Ms. Forest smile at me. I must have done something right. I then heard her announce it was time for the competition to begin.

With all the guests moving into a tight circle to listen to the instructions, I took the opportunity to walk back toward the house. Jizz leaking from my pussy made me feel all sloshy and nasty. I loved it. I had lost track of Beth. I had not seen her since I noticed her getting fucked earlier. For all I knew she was bound in the barn getting gangbanged. But that wasn't my concern right then. I need Bull and his horse cock and I needed it now. I found him still tending bar, but basically he was looking out the window over the yard and monitoring the goings on. There wasn't anything for him to do at that moment. He had seen me coming and was preparing to fill my next drink order.

Although last time I saw him he had pinned me to the wall, this time I didn't wait for him to take charge. Once I got too close for him to react negatively, I rushed him, pressed myself against his barrel chest, grabbed his head in my hands and kissed him hard. I think I shocked him a bit because he didn't resist and moments later I felt his hands wrapping around my hips and pulling me tighter against him. I pushed my tongue into his mouth and we played tonsil hockey for several seconds before I broke the kiss and said, "I know we both have orders, but I need your horse cock right fucking now!"

He looked at me in disbelief, I think because my aggression seemed out of character. I wasn't trying to Domme him, but I knew he was a submissive at heart so I figured maybe if I were tough, he'd give me what I needed. He started to reply about Ms. Forest's orders, but I stopped him.

"Look Bull," I said. "I need dick and I need it now. You've got the biggest one here from what I've gathered. Make me your bitch mare. I'll suck you or do whatever you want, but you have to fuck me at least for a while. Shit. I don't know if you'll fit, but you can have my ass if you can bust me open that far. I'll do whatever you want and I won't say a word."

I looked at me and I looked back trying to show a longing in my eyes. Then he looked out of the window again.

"She'll be busy for about ten minutes. You can have six. Around the world in six minutes and then you go. That's the deal."

He didn't wait for an answer. He knew the answer would be yes. I would have done anything at that moment. He took my hand and led me back to the guest bedroom. He unceremoniously pushed me toward the bed. I stumbled and bounced off the side. I landed on the floor. He may only be granting me six minutes, but I knew he wanted a blowjob and a fuck, so I stayed kneeling as he advanced on me pulling down his bicycle shorts. Damn he had a great cock. It was the biggest I had seen in real life. He glanced at his watch and I knew he would be keeping close track of out deadline so I grabbed his cock with my left hand and carefully wrapped my lips around it. The outside world ceased to exist, as my entire focus became the magnificent piece of meat in front of me. I was actually able to wrap both hands around the shaft and still work the crown with my mouth. I wondered why he didn't pass out when he got hard from blood loss from his brain. OK, not really, but his cock really was stunning.

I wasn't 100% how to work it to best stimulate him, but a combination of hand job, deep throating and licking the tip was well received. After a couple of minutes he popped himself free and told me to climb onto the bed on my hands and knees. I questioned my ability to accommodate him, but that wasn't going to stop me from trying. I was glad he had ordered me into the doggie position. I always felt this was the most submissive position for someone and I certainly felt that way with him. He positioned his crown at the entrance of my pussy and started slowly pushing into me. I implored him to go faster. "Don't fuck around. We don't have time. Ram that horse dick into me and fuck me properly!" I screamed.

"Just hold on, white meat," he cooed in a smooth as butter voice. "If I don't stretch you, you'll tear. Once I'm done, you'll be a black cock slut like Suzanne and Ms. Forest. Those white boys will not satisfy you."

He wasn't really fucking me yet. He was just slowly pushing his massive tool into me and my cunt was doing its best to accommodate him. The words "black cock slut" rang through my brain as he filled me up. I had never felt so stuffed and he was only half way home. But time was of the essence and I implored him again to fuck me. He grabbed my hips and held me tight.

"A couple more inches, baby," he said again. He was slow and methodical as I dilated to accept his girth. Then miraculously he was pulling out. Then he was sliding it back in. Still way to slowly for my tastes, but at least he was doing it. His cock hit every nerve ending in my pussy, including my g-spot. I felt like his was the cock I had been looking for all my life. Slowly picking up speed he fucked me and even though he wasn't pounding me, I was still howling. I was making way to much noise for someone trying to get a little something on the side, but I didn't care. If having Ms. Forest walk in on us earning a whipping was what it took for him to really pound me into submission, I was 100% good with that. Alas, he called out six minutes was up before it seemed like we had even begun. I begged him for more and I almost cried when he pulled out. Moments before I had never felt so full (and he wasn't even all the way in) but now I had never felt so empty. He pulled down my tails, slapped my ass and told me to get back to work. He didn't even have me clean him off. That was a major disappointment. I wondered how long it would be until another woman got to taste my juice and if it were Ms. Forest, would he be busted.

I was kind of pissed that he didn't finish in me or more importantly finish me period, but I understood his reasoning for stopping. Still, I had no intention of spending the rest of the party without an orgasm so I hurried out to the competition hoping somebody else would play with me more successfully. On my way back toward the paddock, I passed Beth, who was lying on the ground. Hovering above her was a male pony (I can't call him a stallion) who was dressed in a full horse body suit. He was on his hands and knees with his cock sticking out of his costume pointing downward. She was busy lifting and lowering her head sucking him off. When I had wondered earlier if any real bestiality went on at this party, that position was kind of the picture I had in my head. Fortunately I had not seen any evidence of interspecies erotica. I would have drawn the line there no matter what any dominant ordered.

Back at the paddock, the lead line competition was winding down. I spotted another muscular black dominant preparing to send his white pony girl into the ring. Thinking about how good it felt to have Bull inside of me, and making the entirely stereotypical assumption that this guy must have a big cock too, I shamelessly approached them and asked if they wanted to party. He looked me up and down. I suppose I wasn't the first white girl to come up to him and offer herself in service. His pony looked nervously at me, although I don't know if her reluctance was because she didn't like to share or because she was about to go into the ring. The guy nodded, apparently liking what he saw.

"We need to compete," he told me. "Maybe after we are done."

I decided to just be honest with him. "I need a big black cock to fuck," I said proudly.

"That is my pony's reward if she wins. You wouldn't take that away from her, would you?" he asked, although his tone sounded flirtatious instead of serious. I was pretty confident that he was already thinking of the possibilities of having two women serving him. I responded in my own flirtatious way, although I was deadly serious.

"If she wins, I'll eat her out until she cums while you fuck me."

"That is a tempting offer," he replied. "I'll think about it."

Before I could offer another enticement, the two of them walked into the paddock. Looking around, I noticed most of the couples were watching them. I assumed they thought this couple was perhaps the top of the competition and they wanted to see how they performed. There were a couple of women giving blowjobs, but the sexual activity seemed to have slowed down. I looked back toward Beth. Her pony boy had just stood up so I assumed she had gotten a taste treat in her mouth. She was walking back toward the ring.

I temporarily stopped circulating asking if anybody needed anything and watched my new favorite couple work through their routine. The basic moves were similar to what Ms. Forest had done with me, but this girl was obviously much more skilled in performance than I. I have to admit, I would have been laughed out of the ring as a poser compared to her. Ms. Forest and a couple of her friends were watching intently and taking notes on clipboards. I made a mental note to ask to see what the judges actually wrote down, because this woman looked like perfection. Five minutes later, they were done. I noticed Beth making the rounds as I should have been doing, but I wanted to see if this couple won and if so, I was going to be serving them.

The guy seemed upset as he exited the paddock. The lead was taught as he tugged his pony by the halter to keep up. She was wearing hoof boots. That made it difficult to match his pace. He grabbed my hand as he passed and pulled me along (initially it was a single tug but then I went willingly) as he led her to the barn. I didn't understand why he was upset, but he was fuming.

"What is wrong sir?" I asked. "I thought she did great."

"You obviously are new to this," he replied. "Her gate was off, her knee position was short of 90 degrees and her pacing was terrible." He listed several other faults in his critique. She didn't seem to disagree. I thought she did fine, but then again, I didn't really know what to look for when judging her.

"I would have liked to have you pleasure her as a reward, but she needs to be punished for failing me. I have invested a lot of time in training her and she apparently had not learned anything."

I looked at her. Her eyes were down looking at the floor, but she didn't show any particular emotion. He asked me to fetch a long rope.

I watched as he removed the lead from her bridle and then take off her headdress. "She will have to earn this back if she is to remain in my service." I hate to admit it, but I thought about taking her place if he cut her lose. I only had a brief exposure playing with Ms. Forest, but I could see being a pony becoming a fetish for me. I watched as he expertly tied her wrists and then casually tossed the rope over the ceiling beam above us. He then pulled it tight and tied it to a stall railing. She was standing, but her arms were pulled above her. I'm sure she could have moved closer to the stall and given herself some slack, but I doubted she would do that. I'm sure she had faced his wrath before and for all I knew, she had failed on purpose to earn a punishment. After all, I myself had done so on several occasions.

I was instructed to kneel in front of her and press my face against her pussy, but not to lick her. Despite not being I able to use my tongue, I could smell her potent arousal. I liked that. Then he began to spank her. With each swat, her pussy pressed against my face. I really liked that. It was soon apparent that the light stimulation she would get from rubbing on my face was part of her punishment. He told her, "If you had done better, this slut's tongue would be deep in your cunt right now." Instead, I could tell she was trying to maximize her stimulation by grinding herself on my face while he spanked her. I knew if she got close to cumming he would tell me to move, so I just let her do it. I rather enjoyed watching somebody else get teased the way I had been so many times.

After her spanking warmed her up, he switched to a flogger. He concentrated on her upper back. I was glad to see he avoided hitting near her kidneys. That showed he was experienced. I was still thinking about the possibility of serving him if he dumped his pony so I took note of his style. He didn't flog her ass. I am sure that was not because she was already sore but to protect my face. I assume he preferred his girl rubbing herself against me than having a new target.

Once he finished on her back, he moved around her and began flogging her tits. The lashes were a bit close to my head for my comfort, but his pony seemed to love it. I could tell from her juice flow the exact moment he reached her preferred punishment. The copious amount of cunt juice flowing over my face convinced me she had done poorly in the competition just to receive this treatment.

When he was finished with her tits, he had me stand and move out of the way. My own pussy was on fire and I desperately wanted to touch myself. I was still hoping he would play with me, though, so I didn't. I was afraid that might upset him because he had not instructed me to pleasure myself. I watched as he retrieved a single tail whip from the tack room. I had looked at that whip before. While I admit I was curious, I knew I wasn't ready to experience it myself. As I stood back and watched him twirl the tail back and forth, however, I was very ready to watch him use it on her.

The sound was unique. I knew the sound of cracking whip, but when handled by an expert so it impacts skin at the same time followed by an immediate scream, it was something I don't think I will ever forget. It was clearly something I didn't want to experience. An immediate welt formed where he had struck her ass. I had received welts from the cane, of course, but these were different. They were much smaller and isolated. As I watch the skin swell, I also knew they would be more painful and last much longer. My curiosity turned to revulsion as he gave her ten lashes on each cheek. She was crying not screaming by this point. If she had thown the competition to be punished, I think she made a mistake. She would not be sitting for a while. I was visibly upset, but as he put down the whip, he told me to touch her pussy. I wanted to tell him to fuck off, untie her and get her to safety. But as I looked at her face, through the tears I saw her silently mouth the word, "Please."

I reached out my hand and carefully began to rub her labia. It was engorged and her juice flow continued at the same pace it had been when she was flogged. I realized that while the whipping was too extreme for me (if I did serve him that would have to be a hard limit) that she not only wanted it, but also got off on it. I was happy for her and I rubbed her a bit harder in case he ordered a celebratory orgasm for her. Thankfully, he wasn't quite done punishing her and by thankfully, I mean because her next penance was to watch me fuck her man instead of getting to do so herself.

So the stereotype isn't 100% true. He didn't have a horse cock like Bull. But he was plenty thick and long enough that I knew I was in for a good time. He placed a chair in front of his lady and pulled his pants down. I quickly was on my knees and sucking him to full hardness. It didn't take long. He had obviously been excited to punish her. He then ordered me to stand and spin around so I was facing her. I wasn't surprised when I felt him hold up my tales with his hands on my hips and guide me down to impale myself on his cock. I would have been easier to take my jacket off as I began to bounce up and down on his cock. Truthfully I wish he had. But there was something erotic about fucking while dressed. Usually I was naked when some guy filled me up. This felt nastier as if I was just a quickie in the backseat of a car, in an alley or as we were, in a barn. We had been away from the group for at least half an hour and Ms. Forest and Beth were probably wondering where I had gone, but I didn't care. I was getting the cock I needed and I was pretty sure he was going to last long enough for me to get the glorious release my body craved.

My new friend my not have been a bull, but he was definitely a stallion. He cupped my breasts and pinched my nipples as I bounced up and down on his manhood. His woman had a front row view as his black staff disappeared and reappeared from my needy cunt. I had no doubt she craved this feeling for herself and watching me use her man's cock was probably a worse punishment than the whipping. But I didn't care about her feelings. I had my own needs to attend to and he was providing a wonderful service. I didn't know how long he would last or if his plan was even to let me cum, so I began to furiously rub my clit to get myself off. As I told you before, I knew this would hasten my climax and it might not be the best, but it was better than going slow and risking getting nothing.

But I don't think that was stallion's plan. He seemed very happy to let me use his cock to torment his pony. About five minutes later, with a shriek and a quiver, my pussy clamped down on his dick and I came. It was good, but not great. I knew that release would let me focus more on serving other guests, at least for a while, so I wasn't concerned that I had not had the big one. I stopped fucking myself as I squeezed his cock and shuddered leaning against his strong chest. I then felt his hands slowly lifting me. I thought he wanted me to dismount, perhaps to finish in my mouth or perhaps to fuck his pony until he came, but then he slowly lowered me again. He started to lift and lower me slowly and continued to fuck me. If I had been doing it, a guy would probably complain I was teasing him too much. But he was doing it to himself.

His pony must have known what he was doing because she started yelling at him not to cum inside of me. Was it jealousy or did she just want him to fuck her right then? I'm not sure, but he didn't seem concerned with her opinion. I stared at her as he continued to slowly fuck me, teasing himself to the point of explosion. I made sure she knew when I felt him swell deep inside of me. If this was part of their game, now that I was part of it, I wanted her to know her Dom used my pussy to get off instead of hers to humiliate her. As a sub, I know how arousing that humiliation can be. If she was really jealous and his use of me was indicative of a deep relationship problem, I am not proud to say, my motivation may have been to cause a fight between them so I might get my own personal training. As it turns out, I am pretty confident it was the former not the latter.

He shot an exceptional load deep into my pussy. He grunted, but I cheered him on with, "That's it baby. Shoot that cum deep inside of me. Fill me with your seed."

Had she really been jealous, she probably would not have replied, "Who's going to fuck me now? You better be able to get it up again soon, you bastard."

I determined all was well in their relationship and he lifted me off his cock. I figured we were done, but he told me to sit down on the chair as I felt his cum begin to drip from my well-used pussy. I watched as he untied his pony's wrist rope lowering her arms from the ceiling. He then commanded her to "Clean that bitch out." I knew he meant me. I was surprised she didn't resist, at least a little bit. Instead, she quickly dropped to her knees and pressed her mouth against my pussy. With her wrists still tied, he told her she could masturbate if she wanted, but she was not to cum unless she made me orgasm again first. I didn't need to cum again that quickly, but I certainly wasn't going to turn down a free climax. I figured it would be tougher for her to hold back given her punishment and how aroused she had become, but then again, maybe she would cum to soon and earn another punishment. I didn't care. I was happy to relax and have her lick out her Master's cum from my cunt and if I came along the way, so much better.

She was doing a wonderful job of holding herself back. I could see her hands moving between her legs. I don't think I could have kept myself from cumming. But although I am multi-orgasmic, I wasn't reaching release. That's not to say her tongue didn't feel wonderful, but I kind of wanted to get back to the party. Fortunately Ms. Forest appeared at the barn door and provided me an out without sounding like I didn't appreciate her efforts to pleasure me.

"You've been in here long enough, Susan," she told me. "The other guests need attention."

I was prepared to stand up and leave, but my new friend surprised me and gave his pony a simple command to cum now and within seconds, she did. I had to marvel at her level of self-control. She had properly been holding back until I came or was commanded to climax and she succeeded. I felt her tongue press deep into my pussy as her orgasm ripped through her. I wished I could have cum at that moment to give her a reward and sense of accomplishment, but alas, I didn't. I returned to the party accompanying Ms. Forest while my recent playmate lay on the straw of the barn floor recovering from her climax. I hoped I would see them again soon.

The buggy competition was next and I actually got to participate. Suzanne was dressed and ready to pull Ms. Forest's cart during the contest, but she wanted me to do it while she explained the rules and judging criteria. I felt ridiculous dressed in my Victorian formal service clothes pulling her cart around the paddock, but I enjoyed being paraded around the assembled crowd. If anyone had not noticed me previously, they certainly did now. That fed my ego. The submissive nature also fed my arousal. While temporarily sated from riding a thick cock, our barn encounter had not particularly fed my submissive needs as much as my slutty, need to get fucked needs.

Pulling Ms. Forest around in front of her friends definitely had me feeling submissive and advertising my availability to her friends was a wonderful addition to the scene. We made two rounds around the circle before she had me stop. As I set down the cart, I heard applause from the crowd. It wasn't a loud applause, but some of them appreciated me. One couple also approached me and asked if I would accompany them to the guest bedroom. Of course I agreed to follow them.

Just before we reached the guest bedroom, Beth exited the room with a different couple in tow. That became the cadence for the rest of the party. One of us would be in the room doing whatever the couple wanted while the other was back at the party until chosen for another rendezvous. Of course the barn was used as well. One Domme wanted me bent over a stall railing while her sub, again in a horse costume although I think it was a different guy than I had seen with Beth, fucked my ass. She also had me thank her by eating her pussy after he busted his nut. Needless to say it was a crazy party. Unfortunately, with the exception of my black stallion, I didn't cum during the other encounters. The party didn't last into the night as you might have expected. The competition completed at dusk and after a short awards ceremony (my stallion was correct that his pony made too many mistakes, by the way) the crowd largely left. A few couples hung out for a parting encounter in the barn, although they didn't avail themselves of my or Beth's services. I understood that. They probably didn't get a chance to fuck in a real barn that often. I was tired and sore, but I certainly was not ready to call it a night. I wanted another shot at Bull and to have him drill me senseless. Ms. Forest had other plans.

Since she had given me pony training while Beth rode the special saddle, she announced that it was now my turn. She did two things differently, however. She had Suzanne put the saddle that Beth rode onto her horse. She then picked another horse for me and Suzanne put a saddle with two dildos on it. One was larger than the first saddle and one was smaller. Clearly it was a double penetration saddle. My saddle did have the extra clit nub by the horn.

The other difference was Ms. Forest was going to ride with me and lead me. She held not only her reins, but mine. Since my wrists were bound behind my back like Beth's had been, this was good. Unlike Suzanne leading Beth's horse by foot, however, after a few get to know you steps by the horses, Ms. Forest instructed them to trot. That was hell. But a glorious hell.

Because she was feeling most of what I was feeling and apparently had denied her own needs while her guests were here, she was content to let her horse fuck her over and over. She changed speeds now and again to match her own desires, but that would screw me up, as I couldn't time my own orgasm to match hers. She always seemed to cum just as I was reaching my peak and then she would slow the horses to a walk. If I had use of my hands to steady myself, I could have used the horn as leverage to fuck myself. But bound, I was at the mercy of the half-ton animal beneath me.

Eventually we synced up enough for me to cum, although she had four or five orgasms first. Of course after my first I only wanted more, but she seemed to be done so she led me back to the barn. Once again, I had cum, but I didn't have that massive release I had been craving. Suzanne helped me dismount then she unbuckled the saddle. I helped her put them away and in case you are wondering, I did my duty and cleaned them. Ms. Forest was long gone back to the house as Suzanne tidied up. Then, from the hayloft I heard the distinct sound of a woman moaning in pleasure. I looked to Suzanne and she told me it was Beth and Bull. My Bull? I was rather upset and disappointed, a look that must have been obvious to Suzanne because she commented that I should join them. I kind of felt weird about that until Suzanne reached forward and rubbed my clit. "You know you want to," she said and she was right.

It was strange climbing the ladder to the hayloft uninvited, but neither Bull nor Beth seemed to mind. Released from his duties serving Ms. Forest, Bull was able to cut loose and was giving Beth a serious fucking. I could tell by the look in her eyes that mentally she was gone. I wanted that feeling for myself. But I would have to wait and hope he had enough stamina left for both of us.

As it turned out, I didn't have to be concerned. I suppose that is why Ms. Forest chose him and Suzanne was enamored of him. Not only did he fuck me into a state of orgasmic bliss after Beth passed out underneath him, he plowed me into a similar post orgasmic coma before pulling out and shooting his load onto the two fucked out pieces of meat in the hayloft. I was semi-conscious as he let loose a torrent of jizz onto both Beth and I, but I passed out almost immediately after the last hot, sticky, wonderful drops hit my face and chest. I don't know what time it was, but it was pitched black outside and I slept through until the sunlight streaming through the slats of the barn woke me.

Still dressed in my unique outfit, although now sore and covered in dried cum, I tried to get up to my feet. I was disoriented at first. I was covered in hay and I couldn't figure out how to get down to the ground. Beth was similarly displayed, but we eventually found our way back to the house and a hearty breakfast prepared by Suzanne. Ms. Forest thanked us for our service and suggested we shower before journeying back to the city. She was kind enough to provide us clothes, much less suggestive than the dresses we arrived in and after blindfolding us again, Suzanne drove us to the train station. She didn't bind us this time, although I certainly would not have minded.

Hours later we arrived back at Gwen and Thomas' where we had to recount our entire visit to the country. Gwen spanked us both for enjoying ourselves too much, although she also fingered us both to orgasm so I doubt she was too upset. I'm confident she just wanted an excuse, although none was needed. I didn't know about Beth, but I needed to sleep. A barn, while great for fucking, does not give you much rest and recuperation and tomorrow was another day of submission and service at the office.

Epilogue

As I said, my meeting in the office with Ms. Forest changed my life in a way I could have never anticipated. It turns out she took a fancy to me during our time at her estate and wanted me as a full time sub. I had mixed emotions at first. I loved my Master and Mistress, but something clicked in my during my pony training and I can't deny that Bull's cock was the best I'd ever had. Also, although my sense that Mistress was getting bored with my now that Beth was around had diminished, it was still in the back of my head. But maybe that was just paranoia and jealousy. Losing me didn't sit well with Thomas and Gwen, to say nothing of the partners, Dean and Liz. I also didn't want to give up being an attorney. So as you do, we made a deal.

Ms. Forest would hire the firm to do the bulk of her legal work. Her various companies were always in need of something, so the level of billing would certainly help the bottom line and keep the partner's happy. I was to become her "personal legal assistant" although she understood that in order to stay sharp, I would need to keep taking other cases occasionally so I was allowed to moonlight at the woman's firm Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. The firm did most of the work, so really being her personal assistant quickly became being her sexual play toy. I didn't mind that so much though because Bull, besides being another toy of hers handled her security so I was around him from Friday through Monday. He was still submissive to her, but he was definitely dominant with me and as he predicted, I became his black cock whore. I lived for him to pound me and over time he began sharing me with his friends including gangbangs and blowbangs.

I still lived with Gwen and Thomas on Tuesday through Thursday. Beth was living with them full time, but she was kind enough to share the dungeon bed with me. Thomas didn't fuck me often, although Gwen still did with her strap-on. I persuaded her to buy a large black one so I could orgasm. She was pleased to do so. Bruce and his buddies didn't use me much as they were rarely around on weekdays. Our agreement let me spend party weekends with Gwen and Thomas so usually Bruce would invite his friends for a gangbang. I loved the attention, but I rarely came with them. The agreement had Beth at the farm one weekend a month in exchange. She usually came a dozen or more times riding the horse and we tried to schedule pony parties around her availability so she could help me serve the guests.

Dean and Liz continued as a couple. He changed his schedule so he would be in the office Wednesdays instead of Mondays. We didn't always fuck, but I always got them off orally at least once. The partners were much the same. Beth was taking care of them on Mondays and Fridays, but I was always available mid-week. Mostly they wanted oral, occasionally a three-way (MMf or Mff) was requested. Sometimes I came, mostly I didn't, but I didn't care. I was getting all the sex I could handle and I was finally satisfied emotionally. Dean had worked his electronic magic with Julie. It started out as a blackmail situation, but she was coming around and had begun her slut training.

By the way, the Andres deal went amazingly well. I even had Eve and her brothers up to the farm for a weekend. Thomas was so pleased with how well I helped land that deal that it wouldn't be the last time. His deal with Ms. Forest allowed for my services landing new clients including out of town visits. Those didn't happen often, but he set me up in a fancy suite in Tampa, Houston, Dallas, Vegas and Denver over the course of the next year and invited multiple potential clients to hear our pitch and understand our personal touch benefits. I would always return from these trips worn out and sore, but also very satisfied. Plus I was helping the firm grow and additional revenue helped my personal bottom line. I had almost no expenses any more so I was able to invest almost my entire compensation from the firm. By the time I grew too old to be a pony playing, black cock loving, gangbanging submissive slut, I'd have over a million bucks invested for my retirement. Then I figured I'd go back to being a lawyer.

I could never have predicted where my life would go when I had that first shot of tequila about a year ago. I had been a happily married wife and up and coming lawyer on the partner track. Now I was basically a divorced fuck slut nymphomaniac to anyone who would have me. I still did a little law on the side, but mostly my life revolved around sex and my never-ending quest for my next orgasm and new experiences. But I wouldn't change anything about my life. I was happy and content. As for my pussy? It was always ready, wet and available. Just look for the slut in an inappropriate business suit with stiff nipples and ask if you want something.

The End