When Gabrielle finally came down from her sexual “high” it was to find herself alone and still firmly chained to the floor rings in her Master’s farmhouse.
Now that she was no longer distracted, every muscle in her body seemed to be protesting while her whip-striped bottom smarted as if she had been stung by a swarm of bees.
She supposed there was nothing to be done about any of it until her Master chose to release her and was just starting to try to take her mind off her discomfort by remembering how incredible her orgasm had been…..and then it suddenly dawned on her.
She was thinking like a slave.
Passively accepting everything that had been done to her as if it was perfectly reasonable behaviour for a man to kidnap a woman, bind and gag her and then whip her to an enforced orgasm if she failed to have the right expression on her face.
She tensed in her bonds and then slowly and unwillingly forced herself to relax as best she could.
As she remembered that whether it was reasonable or not, she was a prisoner and while she remained in the hands of her Master, she had no option but to endure whatever pain or pleasure he chose to inflict on her.
It was neither right nor fair, but that was not relevant to her situation.
Her best hope was for her to be what he wanted her to be.
She remembered how terrified she had been at the edge of the meadow and her gratitude and relief when her Master opened the door and she had fallen into his strong arms.
Her feelings of excitement when he had made her kneel and display her body to him.
Even how beautiful and desirable she had felt as his eyes drank in her every curve and hollow.
It was true that he had whipped her without mercy, but at the same time he had given her the most intense and satisfying climax that she had ever had.
It had been a complete revelation to her.
She had never imagined such extreme pleasure was even possible, let alone that it could have been brought about by the two completely opposite sensations of pain and pleasure.
But it had….and Gabrielle shivered involuntarily as she was brought face-to-face with the uncomfortable and frightening fact that she would never have….could never have….achieved such undreamed-of heights of ecstasy if she had been free and able to exert some level of control over the situation and her own body.
It had been the fact that she was in bondage and powerless to influence what was done to her that had forced her to go far beyond the limits she would have set for herself and experience for the first time the awesome depths of total sexual submission.
Gabrielle took a deep, deep breath and then began to examine her feelings and emotions as carefully and deliberately as she could, searching for the truth about her true character and innermost desires.
For long minutes she stared, unseeing, at the wooden floor before her and her breathing slowed as she concentrated intently.
Then, as if waking from a trance, her eyes re-focused and she gave a soft sigh.
If her bit-gag had allowed it, Gabrielle knew she would have been smiling, for she had found her answer…her truth…and would follow wherever it led.
She accepted that it would be hard and often embarrassing….sometimes even painful and frightening….but those demons she would have to deal with as they arose.
For her, there was no other path.
Not for a naturally submissive slave…….
It was very late when Matthew returned to his pony-slave and as he walked up behind her, his erection stiffened and bulged to the erotic sight of her jutting, whip-striped buttocks, spread thighs and glistening sex.
He was her Master and as her only duty was to please and satisfy his desires he saw no reason why she should not serve him there and then.
He unzipped his trousers and knelt behind her and as his fully erect maleness slid into the hot, slippery channel of her sex, Gabrielle gave a wordless squeal and her body surrounded him with moist heat as she pressed back against his belly and thighs, impaling herself on his hardened shaft.
It was not the reaction he had anticipated from her so early in her training, but he was not about to complain and merely assumed that her fear of another whipping was so great that she dared not try to hold back and was desperate to please him.
As she should be he thought smugly and sent his hands snaking around her waist to fasten on her taut breasts and then rolling her sensitive nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
After coming to her momentous decision, Gabrielle had fallen into a shallow doze filled with erotic dreams of bondage slave-girls and when her Master’s thick shaft penetrated her sex, her reaction was entirely the product of her subconscious mind’s preoccupation with submissive sexual fantasies.
By the time her eyes sprang open and she was fully aware of what was happening, she was already filled with his erect flesh and her nipples held prisoner by his fingers.
It was as if her dreams had come to life and as Gabrielle felt his hands on her breasts and his shaft begin to lunge into her gaping sex, a monstrous orgasm thundered into her belly and sprays of her heated juices showered down to bathe her Master in the hot rain of her immediate submission.
With a deep groan of pleasure as he felt her internal muscles convulse around his maleness as she came, Gabrielle’s Master drove into her with all of the masculine power at his command, pounding deeper and deeper into her seething belly and squeezing her throbbing nipples as she screamed in the helpless ecstasy of her first climax and the onset of her second.
In a matter of seconds, Gabrielle came again and as her body shuddered wildly to the frenzied pulsing of her flooded belly, her eyes bulged and she gave a shrill wail of disbelief as her Master’s distended organ bludgeoned to the very core of her being and the hosing jets of his seed poured into her body to trigger her third shattering orgasm in as many minutes.
With her brain in as much turmoil as her body, Gabrielle whimpered brokenly as he withdrew from her churning belly, for she had learned what it was to be used as a full slave by a totally dominant Master and knew that the path she had chosen….the path of full and absolute submission….would demand far more from her than she had ever envisaged in her wildest imaginings.
More than she could have imagined….and perhaps more than she could give……
Sagging in her bonds and with her body still shaking from ongoing mini-explosions that racked her belly, she felt her Master’s hands release the clips at her knees, the chain between her collar and single-glove and then unbuckle the straps that had held her bit-gag between her teeth for so long.
She winced as the bit was pulled from her mouth and then groaned as her jaws protested at being forced to move after their extended immobility.
“I imagine you could do with a bit of a break, slave,” her Master’s voice came from above her still firmly tethered head, “And you must be thirsty by now. I’ll lengthen that chain for you.”
He did, but only by the length of the chain he had taken from her single-glove, still leaving her only about a foot of movement.
But even that was cause for Gabrielle to be thankful and she twisted her head to look shyly up at him and whispered, “Thank you….Master. I am grateful.”
“Good. Then I will fetch you some water.”
He strode from the room but there was a shock in store for Gabrielle, for when her Master returned and squatted down beside her, she saw that he held a stainless steel dog’s bowl in his hand.
He placed it on the tiles in front her and said, “There you are, slave. Go ahead and drink your fill,” then sat back and waited with a great grin on his face.
It was obvious to Gabrielle what he meant to make her do, but she didn’t want to believe he would humiliate her so cruelly and knew that her only hope of making him relent was to keep a tight hold on the anger she felt inside.
“Master, I can’t drink without my arms,”
“Oh yes you can, slave,” he chuckled and Gabrielle dropped her eyes to prevent him seeing how furious she was, “Don’t forget, slave, that you are here to be trained as a pony-girl and ponies seem to manage without arms, now don’t they?”
Gabrielle stayed silent, refusing to dignify such a ridiculous statement with an answer.
“I said, don’t they, slave. Answer me, or I shall be displeased with you and you know what that means, don’t you.”
Gabrielle was beaten and she knew it, “Yes, Master. Ponies manage without arms, Master.”
“That’s right. And so will you. Now, drink before I lose patience with you.”
The barely veiled threat was perfectly clear and Gabrielle knew that the ‘discussion’ was over.
Any further delay on her part would be to risk yet another meeting between her bottom and his crop.
“Yes, Master,” she replied quickly, deciding that a little humiliation was much better than a lot of cropping and lowered her head to the bowl.
Without the use of her arms and with the posture collar clamping her neck stiffly, she found it surprisingly difficult to get her lips near the water.
The rim of the bowl kept getting in the way, her long hair constantly fell over her eyes and it certainly didn’t help to hear her Master chuckling at her efforts and warning her that if she spilled any of the water, she would be made to suck it up and then lick the floor dry.
After several fruitless attempts which nearly tipped the bowl over, Gabrielle finally managed to find a position which enabled her to succeed and her Master clapped his hands ironically as she managed to suck most of the water into her parched mouth.
It tasted heavenly and she felt a glow of pride as he congratulated her, “Well done, slave. I knew you could do it. Just as well, really, because most of your meals will be from that bowl while you’re being trained.”
Gabrielle’s pride in her achievement dimmed as she learned the bad news, but as that glow faded, a new and completely different glow warmed her belly.
A glow of anticipation at the thought of being made to eat and drink in exactly the same way as a real pony for as long as her Master ordered.
“Yes, Master,” she replied softly as she gazed humbly up at the man she must obey and serve, “As my Master wishes.”
He stared down at her, his expression softening, “You seem to be really getting into this, slave,” he said quietly, “Perhaps I misjudged you. At this rate of progress it may not take as long as I expected to turn you into a fully trained slave and pony-girl.”
Gabrielle hesitated, then gave a tremulous smile, “I….I will do my best, Master,” she murmured softly, “And I do have a…a strong and skilful Master to teach me and…and correct my failings, Master.”
He grinned with pleasure, “Thank you, slave. I shall try not to disappoint you and will make quite certain that I correct any failings you may have. As often as necessary.”
He held her blue eyes with his own until her cheeks reddened and she was forced to drop her gaze from his.
Why, oh why, she wondered, had she mentioned having her ‘failings’ corrected?
As if she wasn’t in enough trouble already, she had virtually asked him to punish her and as her belly coiled with slow, delicious heat, she knew that he would and realised that she wanted him to…..
Her body began to tremble with a mixture of fear and excitement as she remembered the fiery caress of leather on her naked flanks and the way that seemingly-unbearable pain had suddenly changed to incredible, overwhelming ecstasy and masochistic lust at the first touch of her Master’s hand between her thighs.
It had been more…vastly, wonderfully more…than she would have believed she could take and even now, hours later, as she gazed up into the dark pools of her Master’s eyes, she could almost feel the cruelly-sweet bite of his crop on her tautly stretched bottom and the merciless havoc his fingers had created in her sex and belly as he imposed his absolute dominance over her and subjugated her utterly to his will.
And Gabrielle knew she wanted….needed….more……
Feeling her belly churn with swirling heat she was powerless to resist, Gabrielle slowly raised her head as much as she could and gazed humbly up at her Master, “Make it soon, Master,” she whispered softly, “Please, my Master, I beg to be trained to serve you in any way you command…and…and…to be p..p..punished if I am not fully pleasing.”
It was a quite astonishing request from one so new to slavery and in order to cover up his surprise, her Master coughed and then snapped, “Head down, slave and be silent.”
For almost a full minute there was complete silence as both he and Gabrielle contemplated the implications of what she had just asked.
She with a good deal of nervous trepidation about the future to which she had committed herself, and he with growing delight at the unexpected turn of events.
He had never doubted that she would, eventually, submit to her bondage and captivity, or he would never have chosen her in the first place.
But the speed of her submission had taken him aback and he needed time to re-organise the time-scale of his plans for her.
He bent to release the chain tethering her to the floor ring and lifted her to her feet, putting a stern expression on his face.
“It is not for a slave to decide when and how she is to be trained and disciplined,” he told her firmly, “That is for her Master. Remain silent and follow, slave,” and he strode to a door at the far end of the room.
Fearing that she had somehow displeased him, Gabrielle stumbled across the room, her ankle hobble chain rattling on the polished wood as she hurried to his side.
He drew back two heavy bolts and pulled open the heavy door, “In, slave,” he ordered and Gabrielle obeyed, her heart pounding as she snatched a hasty glance at his unsmiling face.
Behind the door was a long, low room, its walls festooned with all manner of pony-girl harnesses and bondage equipment, but Gabrielle was given no time to dwell on the sight as her Master simply informed her, “This is the tack room, slave,” and hurried her through a second securely bolted door.
This led into a much smaller, windowless room and as Gabrielle walked in, she knew at once that this was to be her new ‘home’
To her left were two square loose-boxes, much smaller but otherwise very similar to dozens that she had seen at every horse show she had ever attended, even down to the straw on the floor.
The only additions to what she recognised were the vertical steel bars that rose from the floor to the low ceiling and formed the front and side walls and as she saw them, Gabrielle realised that her ‘home’ was also to be her prison.
A prison whose inmate…her…would be in plain view at all times.
“Yours will be that one,” her Master pointed to the first stable, then gestured to the opposite wall, “The loo is in there,” and Gabrielle was relieved to see that it at least was enclosed and private.
“Shower there. Basic, but quite adequate and there’s shower gel on the floor,” he pointed again and she saw that it was merely a pipe with a shower-rose sticking out of the bare wall….with, ominously, a large black iron hook set into the wall just below it….
He moved behind her, “Stand still, slave and I’ll release your arms.”
As he slid the long zipper downwards, her ruthlessly tensioned elbows sprang apart and she moaned to the exquisite agony of pins-and-needles as he unbuckled the strap at her wrists and worked the reinforced bag off her hands.
Then it was the turn of the posture-collar, ankle and knee cuffs, high-heeled boots and finally, the basque.
Gabrielle was free for the first time in many, many hours.
Free….and totally naked.
Watching her carefully, her Master allowed her to work the stiffness from her aching body, then walked to the door and chuckled unfeelingly, “You’ll soon get used to it, slave. You’ll have to, won’t you? Right, you’ve got ten minutes to freshen up, then I’ll be back to tuck you into bed. Oh, and I’ll bring a towel back with me. Can’t think how I managed to forget that,” and his mocking laughter was punctuated by the closing door.
The instant it closed, Gabrielle dashed for the loo…….
Feeling a lot happier, she emerged and hurried to the shower, desperate to clean off the accumulated sweat and sticky residue of her numerous climaxes and wash her hair.
Below the shower was a single button and when she pressed it a deluge of heavenly warm water cascaded down on her as she rinsed herself and then moved away to lather the shower gel all over her hair and body as the button, seemingly on a timer, popped out and the flow of water stopped.
Covered from head to foot in creamy, sweet-smelling suds, she stood back under the shower and pressed the button.
Nothing happened and she frowned and pressed again.
Still nothing…..and she heard an amused chuckle from behind her.
She whirled around and saw her Master smiling from the open door, a fluffy towel draped around his neck, “Having trouble, slave?”
She blushed and her hands flew to cover her breasts and sex.
Then her blush deepened as she remembered that she had no secrets from him.
Not any more.
She let her hands drop to her sides and he frowned, “Is that how a slave displays her body to a Master?”
“No, Master,” she said quickly, “I’m sorry, Master,” and jerked her arms behind her back and spread her thighs.
“Better,” he nodded briefly, “Now, would you like to rinse all that gel off?”
“Then put these on. Here, catch.”
Steel glittered as it spun under the lights and clattered to the floor at her feet before she had time to react.
Gabrielle stared down at the handcuffs and was instantly aware of a familiar warmth percolating through her belly.
“Well,” her Master asked, “Do you want to rinse, or not?”
Slowly, she bent down to pick up the open cuffs and snapped them onto her wrists, then turned and without hesitation stretched her body onto the tips of her toes and just succeeded in flicking the handcuffs’ six-inch linking chain over the hook set into the wall.
Facing the wall and with her suds-covered body drawn up to its full extent, she managed to turn her head and smile at her Master, “Your slave is ready to be rinsed now, Master.”
He smiled back, “Is she now? And what if I decide to leave you as you are, slave?”
Gabrielle grimaced, “Then your slave will have to stay here, un-rinsed, Master. The hook is too high for her to reach.”
“Yes, I know. I designed it that way. I’ve had a lot of work done in the last few weeks, slave and all of it carefully based on your size and height and weight.”
His answer confirmed everything that Gabrielle had suspected.
No wonder the basque and collar and boots had fitted perfectly, they had been custom-made.
Solely for her.
What could she say?
Except…. “Thank you, Master. I hope I will be worth it.”
He grinned and moved towards her, “You already are, slave.”
Any answer that Gabrielle might have given was lost in her soft cries and whimpers of pleasure as his hands roamed unchecked over her soapy nudity, exploring her every curve and recess as she tugged vainly at her imprisoned wrists and her arousal surged ever higher.
Until, as he thrust his fingers deep into her sex, Gabrielle gave a high-pitched scream and wailed, “Your slave is coming, Master. She’s coming. She’s co.o.oming.” and her body juddered and bucked against his hand as she surrendered to the fire he had ignited in her.
He stepped back to watch as her orgasm peaked and slowly started to wane, then he punched the shower button and grinned as Gabrielle spluttered and gasped under the torrent of water that rinsed every trace of soap…and sex…from her body.
The water that had a five minute delay switch which he had activated from the tack room at the appropriate moment.
When the flow ceased, he let her wait for a minute while he enjoyed the delightful view of water trickling from her breasts and down her thighs, then he lifted her down from the hook and dried her with the towel without removing her handcuffs.
“Master…..” she began, then fell silent as he placed a finger to her lips.
He led her to her stable and as soon as she saw the heavy leather padlock-collar which awaited her, she sank gracefully to her knees and lowered her head in passive submission.
Without a word, he slipped the collar about her throat and snapped the padlock to the gleaming chain which rose to a ring in the wall and only then did he remove her handcuffs.
As he walked to the door to lock her in for the night, Gabrielle looked up….and smiled……
To be continued...