She saw the 2×3 blue prints of Kate’s knees on the brunette’s upper legs. “What’s happened to your thighs, Beauty?” “Come on, Beauty!” Kate thought bitterly, “tell your Great Fucking Mistress, you sneak!” “Your slaves had collided with each other at the end of their rail transport, Grand Mistress,” Michelle answered, being sure the pounding of her heart was clearly audible outside her body. “Ooohh, my poor sweetie! But I have a present for you to console my little pet about its pain.
Don’t fear your journey to the exhibition. There only a good friend of mine will take your measurements for a tailor-made puppy equipment. Do my little pony like to become a puppygirl occasionally?” “Oh yes, Grand Mistress!” Michelle was relieved. “Whatever Grand Mistress wishes!” (Actually the slave liked cats more than dogs.
) Grand Mistress Gillian looked at Kate who just got her right tit electro-shocked with a cattle prod by the Inferior Mistress for bitching around. No single black or blue mark on her thighs. “Collided, three times, with both knees?” She thought, resting Her eyes on Michelle’s youthful body. “Wait, you little liar, you’re already on the list!” One of the slavemaids had brought in a big box tidily filled with exquisite bondage gears. Grand Mistress Gillian took a leather head harness, nothing else than a bridle, and put it on Her pet’s skull.
Michelle willingly opened her mouth to welcome the bit gag as the Grand Mistress buckled up the degrading accessory and fitted it to the collar. The metal-decorated straps now ran tightly over the brunette’s fine face, forehead and neck, under her chin and around her head. On top, a huge black plume, like on the heads of circus horses, rocked slightly with every motion. Left and right of it, two faked horse ears stood in the straight upward-forward position that signalled attention. Two leather-made devices, looking in profile like blinders, were mounted on the harness. But unlike real blinders, these gadgets completely took their human victim’s vision away. Through a metal ring, high at the back of the head harness, the Grand Mistress led most of the girl’s long hair to create a wavy ponytail.
She then tightened the sexy face-bondage once more, forcing the bit gag even deeper into the slavegirl’s cute mouth, bridling Her pony into true submission. A breast&crotch harness was next, highlighting the slave’s curves without covering the breasts or the genital area, including the ornamental branding on her mons veneris. The body harness, too, was connected to the collar and tightened to the edge of brutality. A moan escaped the slavegirl’s gagged lips. Special knee high leather fetish boots were fitted to her legs. The extreme form straightened the bridled girl’s feet in line with her lower legs just like in ballet boots. But the soles, starting at the slave’s pointed toes without any heels, had the form of hooves and were designed to leave horseshoe-like imprints.
Indeed real horseshoes had additionally been fitted. Grand Mistress Gillian laced them up the way She liked it…TIGHT. She helped Her mute and blinded pet onto the aching feet and led her towards the opened van, using the leash chain on the collar. The brunette’s special fetish boots created a hollow sound with every step, not unlike the tones of shoed hoofs on asphalt.
The floor of the van was nearly at one level with the platform, but the roof was just about 1.2 metres above them. “Don’t stub your head, honey,” the Grand Mistress warned and protected Her pony with Her gloved hand as the girl teetered in. Where the rear passangers’ doors had used to be, a polished metal pole had been mounted in waist high, running from side to side. The Grand Mistress let Her plaything bend over it with straightened legs and hooked the collar chain to a ring welded onto the van’s floor. The slave now was nearly bent double. Willingly the petite girl let her owner fit black latex opera gloves, with straps dangling down along the sides, to her arms.
When Grand Mistress had buckled all straps, the slave’s arms were bound in front from above the elbows to the wrists – once again very tightly. They were stretched to the same ring as the collar chain. A calf binder, locked to a second ring, trapped her lower legs effectively…and, sure, tightly. As a special gift, the Grand Mistress hooked tiny bells on the brunette’s nipple rings, then pressed a running egg-shaped vibrator deep into the vaginal slit between Her slavegirl’s closed legs.
The love passage was already wet due to the intensity of the erotic bondage session. “Come how often you want. But don’t you dare loose it!” She whispered into Her pony’s ear. She tenderly parted the girl’s bum cheeks to reveal a cute puckered anal flower. Grand Mistress took Her time to very gently lube up the tiny, sensitive opening with Her finger, then inserted an two inches long object. She elicited a long moan between pain and pleasure from Her slave as Her finger pushed deeper and deeper into the helpless secret hole.
“This is a ginger horse suppository, darling. It will make you wiggle your beautiful tail for your Grand Mistress, so everybody can see what a lovely pony you are. And on the whole journey you are remained who’s loving you.” With this words Grand Mistress Gillian took a rather big butt plug with a very long ponytail made of the girl’s natural auburn hair. She completed the brunette’s transformation by slowly sliding the bulbed end into the soft, enslaved rectum and securing the plug to the harness. “Now you are truly a real ponygirl!” Beauty imitated a high-pitched neigh.
Grand Mistress Gillian turned around and left the van. She had obviously enjoyed putting Michelle into bondage. And the next task She would enjoy, too. Kate was down on her knees, her hands metal-cuffed in front, feet also bound like before. The slavemaids had forcefully inserted a heavy inflatable gag into her mouth and buckled the straps running around her head and under her chin. The down-taking and gagging of Kate hadn’t went as peacefully as Michelle’s. She had fought and swore, and even after she had been tit- and cunt-shocked repeatedly, the reddish-blonde wasn’t cooperating completely.
Then the Inferior Mistress had started zapping Vanessa’s genitals. Hearing her lover’s stifled shrieks, Kate finally had bowed to the inevitable and led herself be prepared for more pain. Grand Mistress Gillian examined the extensive collection of nipple clamps in the Box of Pleasures, then chose a set of saw-toothed ones with weights and locking screws. Slowly, to let Her victim experience every nuance of pain, She tightened the vicious instruments simultaneously on both of Kate’s hardened nipples. With the standard nipple rings still in place, there wasn’t much space left between the serrated jaws. Small pearls of blood appeared, sensually contrasting with skin and metal. Kate pressed her breath sharply through the nose, but didn’t utter another sound.
Nevertheless Grand Mistress Gillian knew that it hurt terribly. “Tough bitch, I have to admit,” She thought. Kate had been the only one ever who had really attacked Her, and that was past her phase of enslavement which normally should left the slaves broken. Of course, sometimes wilder ones among newly arrived fresh-meat gave Her names, spat on Her or tried to kick Her, but all learned proper behaviour fast. The sporty blonde, however, had waited month for the right moment. No “I scratch out your eyes”-girlfight but hard kick-box punches. Grand Mistress Gillian finally had knocked her out, but this whore had even managed to bite Her!