Double crossing happened sooner than I expected.

It rained again the next day so we were taken into the show barn to be exercised. When we got inside Mistress Eve led me aside, chained me to a hitching post, then she took the rest of my team away, hooked them to a surrey and drove around the track. I wondered why I wasn’t with them. Oh well, a pony must be patient, so I waited and watched the activity in the barn.

The show barn was built a few years ago as an indoor exercise facility as well as for hosting shows, pony fairs and rodeos. It’s a huge building with a center arena surrounded by a racetrack and spectator seating. There are stalls for visiting ponies and the place is big enough to hold literally dozens of teams and scores of spectators. We exercise there when the weather is bad.

The mistresses were putting their teams through various exercises. Some were jogging around the outer track, some doing dressage, others were trotting the steeplechase course.

Mistress Eve was walking my team around the track. Mistress Jill’s team over took them at a trot but she slowed them, matched pace and the mistresses chatted as they lounged in their sulkies.

Mistress Stephanie was working a male team at a dead weight drag in the sand pit.

They were dragging a thousand pounds and they were struggling. They planted their feet carefully as they leaned into their traces. The weight barely moved an inch at a time. Mistress Stephanie would draw a line in the sand and encourage the males to get across it, and when they did she’d bend over and draw another. I giggled at the way the males huffed and puffed and strained yet never took their eyes off her chest.

I enjoyed watching their muscles as they strained. Their thigh muscles bulged, the veins in their necks stood out and their faces were red with effort.

Mistress Stephanie had them in strict harness, high stiff collars that forced their heads up, heavy belly bands and their arms were folded across their backs and strapped very tightly in place.

She had buckled their penises into leather tubes. The tubes were pulled flat against their stomachs giving her easy access to their balls, which were exposed and unprotected. She encouraged their efforts with a horsehair whisk. The light whisk doesn’t inflict serious pain but it stings like fire, especially on a man’s balls. Most mistresses don’t use heavy whips on pony boys’ balls for fear of permanent damage.

Its fantastic watching a woman whip a man’s genitals. A cruel woman can have him screaming his heart out within minutes, but pony boys have been permanently injured that way. A male can be ruined if a whip gets him hard enough in the wrong place. The horsehair whip won’t injure them but it stings like pure hell. It has the same effect on a woman’s breasts too.

Mistress Stephanie motivated them by alternating between smacking their balls with the whisk and caressing them with the tips of her fingers. Occasionally she grasped a pair of balls and squeezed hard. That always seemed to work.

She wore a pair of shorts and an old tee shirt which had been stretched out of shape. Her neckline was open and the males peeked eagerly.

She wasn’t wearing a bra and her nipples were visible under the threadbare cotton. She also pretended to be hot and occasionally wiped her face with the bottom of the shirt, raising it just enough for a glimpse of her boobs. She was enjoying herself immensely.

She’d kicked off her shoes and walked barefoot in the sand. Often she’d step close to the slaves and rub her foot against their ankles. For some reason that seemed to drive them wild

Each time the males dragged the weight across one of the lines she would reward them with a momentary caress of their balls. After a particularly strong burst of effort they dragged the weight several feet. Mistress Stephanie laughed and rewarded them each by toying with their balls longer than usual. And one of them came.

The male stiffened, threw his head back and groaned loudly through his bit. Mistress Stephanie looked at the semen on her hand, then patted the male gently on the face. She stepped back a few yards, spread her feet and motioned the team to come to her. I couldn’t hear what she said but I think she offered to make the rest of them come if they could get that weight to her. They threw themselves against the traces and churned the sand with their feet. The pony boy who’d just come staggered and gasped and tried to recover but he just wasn’t able to work for a few minutes. He leaned into the harness and tried, but his legs were too shaky.

Mistress Stephanie pretended to lick the cum off her hand. They groaned louder and pulled so hard that I thought they might burst their hearts. She began a count down, ticking the seconds with her fingers. The boys couldn’t made their goal so she shrugged insincerely, bent and scrubbed the slave’s semen off her hand in the sand. Then she sat cross legged on the ground.

The males collapsed in exhaustion. She let them catch their breath and gave them a drink of water. Then she poured water onto her chest and her tee shirt became transparent. She walked a few yards back, shook her boobs lightly and the males fought their way to their feet. She crooked her little finger and they hurled themselves against the weight.

Males are so easy to control.

I waited and listened to the noise of cracking whips, shouted commands, and the muffled hum that comes from several dozen people being active. Even Mistress Karen was there.

I saw her walk through the door and my heart leapt. She wore an old sweatshirt, a pair of cut off jeans and a pair of cowboy boots. She looked adorable. She walked past me, tweaked my nipple without speaking, but gave me a little smile and went on her way. I wriggled happily. Moment later a mistress led Audrey to me and chained her to the same post. My heart began to pound.

Audrey looked around at all the things that were happening in the barn.

“What is going on?” she asked, trying not to move her lips.

“Shhh,” I warned.

My eyes were on the door to the equipment room, and sure enough, two mistresses came out rolling a portable X cross. My pussy flashed white hot and I gasped. Audrey looked at me curiously, and then looked at the cross.

“What in the world?” she asked.

“That is the double cross,” I told her. “My dreams have come true.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“They’re going to tie us to that cross,” I told her. “With our mouths on each other’s pussy.”

Her mouth dropped open.

“I’ve wanted to eat your pussy since the first time I saw you in harness,” I told her. I didn’t even try to speak quietly.

Audrey blushed, looked at the floor shyly, and then looked me right in the eye. “I’ve heard that you are very good at that. I’ll see if I can return the favor.”

I closed my eyes and trembled with delight.

“Hey, you two, stop talking,” one of the mistresses said. “You’ll have enough to do with your mouths as it is.”

I bowed my head submissively, but winked at Audrey.

The mistresses set the cross in place, attached the support cables so it wouldn’t tip over and plugged in the electric motor. They tested the motor by rotating the cross a full turn, then came and got me. My nipples felt like they were going to burst as I walked to the cross, and I couldn’t prevent a happy gasp from escaping my lips as I placed my hands and feet in position. The mistresses buckled wide leather bands around my wrists and arms, ankles and thighs and my waist. They turned the motor on and spun me slowly a half turn and stopped with my head pointed toward the floor. Then they strapped Audrey against me.

Her body felt so soft and warm against mine and I couldn’t resist a tiny kiss on her pussy. As soon as Audrey was strapped in place they turned on the motor and we began to slowly rotate. We were in for a long day and there was no need to rush. I tried to be patient and only nibble softly at Audrey’s pussy but my self restraint went right out the window and I buried my tongue as deep as I could inside her. Within moments I felt her stiffen, heard a gasp grow into a groan and knew that she had had her first orgasm of the day.

I pulled my face back and let her recover. I felt her warm breath on my pussy and heard her speak.

“That was very nice, but I didn’t feel anything like fainting.”

“Don’t worry,” I told her. “I was just warming you up.”

“Ah, I see,” she said. “Well, now it’s my turn.”

I felt her tongue touch my clitoris and I thought that I must be in heaven.

The mistresses watched for a while, which heightened the thrill as far as I was concerned. I enjoyed making eye contact with them as I licked Audrey’s delicious pussy. One of them seemed to be breathing rather quickly and her face was pink. I winked at her and she suddenly grabbed the other mistress by the wrist and dragged her away. I didn’t see them for a couple of hours.

They kept us on the cross all morning. We rotated slowly feeling our weight shift and the straps tighten, loosen, and then tighten again. I liked thee feel of my breasts shifting up and down and I felt Audrey’s breasts doing the same thing against my body.

You can’t eat a pussy constantly, if nothing else, your jaws get tired, but we tried. I lost count of my orgasms and so did Audrey. Sometimes we rode the cross licking and kissing softly and delicately and other times we were taken by fierce passion and buried our faces in each other pussy. I growled and nipped and thrust deeply with my tongue and felt Audrey press her face in my pussy and shake it from side to side. Somehow I could tell when it was her tongue against my clit and other times I knew it was the tip of her nose.

I am convinced that double crossing is the most erotic form of bondage imaginable. The mistresses say that it can turn straight women into lesbians, and I believe it.

A couple of legends are part of pony folklore.

Many years ago, as the first legend goes, we had two separate couples on a weekend visit. The wives were being trained as ponies by their husbands. The husbands struck up a conversation and decided to team up their wives. They hooked them to a cart and drove up to the hills for a picnic. After lunch they staked the women to the ground and made love. Inevitably they traded places and screwed each other’s wife. The women apparently accepted this without protest.

After the picnic the husbands brought them back to the barnyard and explored other ways to humiliate them. At first the husbands used normal methods of simple public bondage in the barnyard. After everyone got a good look they tied their women over punishment horses and spanked them, then they invited other masters and mistresses to spank them as well. The farm had a lot of visitors that day so the ladies got spanked until their bottoms were on fire. After that the husbands tied their wives on their knees and offered their mouths to passing men. It turned out that both husbands enjoyed watching their wives submit to strangers. The wives were exhibitionists and enjoyed being watched

After watching their wives suck literally dozens of cocks the husbands offered them to women. The wives were entirely straight (so the legend goes) and tried to draw the line at that point. The husbands ignored their protests and tried to force their wives to obey. The wives refused and it became a contest of wills with a lot of people watching. The husbands whipped them and still they refused. A farm mistress suggested that the men double cross their wives, and they did.

The women actually tried to resist being strapped onto the cross but the husbands flogged them to submission, then tied them to the cross and turned it on. Then they just sat back, drank beer, and watched. So did a lot of other people. The rebellion had attracted a lot of attention and everyone wanted to see whether the women would hold out or not. Chairs were brought out and everyone waited. Everything on the farm seemed to come to a stop as people watched the women turning on their cross.

The women resisted for a long time but finally one gave in.

Supposedly, one wife was excited by all the people watching her, so she was the first to lick the other’s pussy.

In another version one of them wanted to just it over with so she began licking the pussy at her face.

A third variation has one wife being curious about lesbian sex so she tentatively kissed the other’s pussy to see what it was like.

And yet another variation, the one most favored, says that both women were overcome by the raw eroticism and couldn’t resist.

Take your pick.

Whatever the reason, the other women responded hesitantly at first, then they both got excited and were soon licking and kissing and thrusting their tongues as deeply as they could. Their audience applauded, and to everyone’s delight they had orgasms.

Their husbands separated them and invited other masters to bring their slaves forward. Another cross was set up and the wives were paired with other women. By the end of the day (according to legend), they had eaten the pussies of practically every woman on the farm.

By the end of the weekend they had become confirmed lesbians.

One version of the story says that the wives became lovers and left their husbands. Another is that the women quit their jobs, moved to Las Vegas (or New Orleans or San Francisco, where ever), and took jobs in a lesbian bordello. The most popular ending has the couples becoming great friends and getting together every weekend for bondage and wife swapping. And the men indulge their wives newfound lesbian delights by tying them together, and they all lived happily ever after.

Take your pick.

It sounds too good to be true, but so does a lot of things that happen here.

I’ve heard that story for years but I’ve never met a mistress who can confirm it. They’ve heard it from someone else.

Another legend about double crossing is where a woman agreed to submit to punishment to make up for being unfaithful to her husband. (I know, I know, that’s a tired old theme in bdsm literature, but in this case its true.) The husband caught his wife cheating and offered her a choice of divorce or torture. She agreed to torture. He brought her to the farm and spent a week humiliating her. She wasn’t a masochist and did not like the things he did to her, nevertheless, she endured her torments without complaint.

She attracted a lot of attention because we had never had a reluctant slave on the farm. Mistress Karen interviewed them, then made the husband step outside while she talked to the woman alone. Mistress Karen tried to talk the woman out of doing something that she did not truly want to do. When the wife, whose name is Bonnie, insisted that she was determined to see the thing through Mistress Karen told her in great detail what kind of pain and humiliation she would undergo. Bonnie couldn’t be shaken, so finally Mistress Karen shrugged and handed her over to her husband.

He did everything he could to humiliate her. He paraded her naked, made her crawl on her hands and knees, tied her in public bondage, spanked her, whipped her and screwed her in front of people. She was forced to sleep in a kennel and eat out of a dog dish without using her hands. He went so far as to urinate on her but Mistress Karen put a stop to that. She threatened to send him away if he did it again.

He didn’t want to see his wife being screwed by other men, or sucking their cocks but he did make her perform lesbian sex in public. He hoped it would humiliate her, and it did. But he didn’t expect her to become a lesbian as a result.

I know this happened because I was her first woman.

Mistress Karen suggested that he use me because of my skill with my tongue. I was flattered and excited but I must confess that I was turned on being with a straight woman. I ought to have been sympathetic to Bonnie, after all, she wasn’t truly a willing slave, but for some perverse reason I wanted to see her suffer. Not because she had cheated on her husband but I wanted to see if a normal, decent person would embrace the things that I liked. She became an experiment.

I decided to see if I could seduce her into wanting to eat my pussy. It’s easy to make a straight woman have an orgasm, any woman will respond to a talented tongue between her legs, especially if she tied and helpless. And many women will eat a pussy when they are forced, but I wanted her to beg for my pussy.

When they strapped us to the cross they locked our heads down so that our faces were buried in each other’s crotch. I couldn’t raise my mouth more than an inch from her pussy.

Bonnie groaned in shame when they pressed her face against my lips.

She was embarrassed and angry and she resisted. Her body was rigid, every muscle was tense, so I used every trick I knew. I started lightly and slowly, just teasing her with the tip of my tongue. I kissed and nibbled lightly and blew softly against her lips and felt her muscles relax slightly. I kept it up, pausing at times, waiting for her to respond. I was patient and just allowed the tip of my tongue to dance across her clitoris. She relaxed a little more and after a long time her hips moved ever so slightly. I stopped and waited several minutes. My patience paid off because her hips moved again. I wiggled mine and heard her groan faintly. I resumed teasing her with my tongue until her hips were moving again. I stopped ad her hips wiggled instantly, demandingly. I chuckled and waited. We played a waiting game but again her hips wiggled hopefully. I gave her sudden deep kiss and sucked the lips of her pussy into my mouth. She gasped and couldn’t control herself. She began pushing her pussy to meet my tongue, and when I didn’t respond she thrust more insistently. I wiggled my hips inviting her tongue. Her body tensed again. I heard a whimper, then felt her take a deep breath. It was as if I was reading her mind. I knew that she was determined not to give in. I teased her for a minute then stopped. She held still but I knew it took all her will power to remain motionless. I wriggled invitingly but she didn’t move. I felt her take a deep breath and relax. I sensed that she was going to try to wait me out.

I drifted into a very erotic daydream. I imagined that I had been designated to convert dozens of ordinary women into lesbians. (Don’t ask me why.) I was kept in a dark mysterious room hung with deep red curtains. I was permanently strapped to the cross and it rotated slowly as I waited. The curtains parted and a naked woman was brought in wearing chains. The woman’s husband sat in a large chair and watched silently as her body was strapped to mine. Then I used my tongue and my talents to turn his wife into a lesbian. No matter how hard the victim resisted I always won. Once the woman’s resistance was broken she was made to eat my pussy until I had an orgasm, then she was taken away and another brought in. Outside was a long line of naked women waiting their turns.

I slipped into a light doze, and unconsciously kissed Bonnie’s pussy. Her body jerked and I came back to reality.

I heard her groan faintly so I kissed her pussy again, very lightly. She didn’t respond so a few minutes later I kissed her again. She held out for a while, then I felt her tongue, warm and delicate touch my clitoris. I touched hers instantly and her tongue went away. I stopped, Bonnie waited, then I heard her sigh in resignation. Her tongue came back.

Bonnie’s husband and Mistress Karen were watching and he was filming with a video camera. He laughed triumphantly when he saw her tongue in my pussy and stopped the cross with her head upwards.

“Don’t do a thing for her until she satisfies you,” he said to me.

“And Number One, don’t feel sorry for her and fake an orgasm,” Mistress Karen warned me. “Make her do it right.”

“Yes my lady,” was my muffled reply.

Bonnie’s body sagged in the ropes and I knew that her resistance had crumbled. She thrust her tongue into my pussy and moved it round and round. Bonnie wanted to get things over as quickly as possible and she wasn’t very skilled so I had to coach her. I whispered instructions to her. It took almost an hour but I trained her in the proper way to lick a woman to orgasm. She listened, obeyed and took me to heaven.

Her husband let out a whoop when he saw me having an orgasm on his wife’s tongue.

She sobbed when I came and I didn’t care if she wept in shame or passion. I was very proud of myself.

I’d been hanging upside down for a long time and was getting dizzy. Mistress Karen turned the cross back on. I lay relaxed in the straps for a few revolutions, then returned the favor to Bonnie. It didn’t take me long to send her into a thrashing, moaning orgasm. Her moans were partly from shame but from the way her body moved I knew that her orgasm was real.

Her husband was going to take us off the cross but I shook my head at Mistress Karen and she talked him into leaving us for a couple of more hours. We had attracted an audience and several slave girls asked their masters or mistresses if they could ride the cross. Mistress Karen had the staff bring out more crosses and they were quickly occupied. The day turned into an orgy of double crossed women, some had to wait until late that night for a turn, but Bonnie and I stayed where we were for hours.

Bonnie’s husband watched like a hawk, reveling in her humiliation. He didn’t take his eyes off us for a second. I began to dislike him and decided o be nice to her. I made Bonnie come twice more and she managed to please me too. I detected a marked improvement in her technique and sensed genuine enthusiasm.

When they took us off the cross I knelt at Mistress Karen’s feet. After a moment Bonnie realized that she should do the same. I kissed Mistress Karen’s feet, then sat on my heels and looked up at her adoringly. Bonnie imitated my movements. I lowered my eyes to Mistress Karen’s crotch and stared at it meaningfully.

“Haven’t you had enough for one day?” Mistress Karen asked me gently.

“Never, My Lady, “I answered.

She smiled and placed her finger on my lips. “Do you still have enough energy to please me?”

I wiggled delightedly, like a puppy.

She looked at Bonnie. “What about you?”

Bonnie blushed and lowered her eyes, but then she nodded very faintly.

“All right,” Mistress Karen chuckled. “We’ll see how well you hold up for the rest of the day. If you do well enough I might permit you to spend the night in my room.”

Bonnie’s husband wasn’t a part of that conversation. He stood to the side slightly bewildered. He didn’t realize that Mistress Karen had just taken control of his wife.

Mistress Karen bent and kissed Bonnie on the mouth, then motioned for him to go on with what he was doing. She clipped a leash to my collar and led me into the house.

In her apartment she strapped me over a footstool, undressed and lowered herself onto my face.

“I must get back to the guests,” she told me. “So make it quick.”

I did my best and she sat on my mouth for twenty minutes until she allowed herself to come. Then she strapped a vibrator up my pussy and let it drive me insane while she took a quick shower

After we left Bonnie’s husband crossed her with another female slave and kept them on the cross all afternoon. After dinner Mistress Karen took her to her apartment and did the same thing she’d done to me, only she gave Bonnie much more time. Bonnie was a quick learner and she made Mistress Karen quite happy.

He husband fumed because he hadn’t been allowed to watch so Mistress Karen took her to the staff quarters and gave her to a room full of lesbian mistresses. She permitted the husband to sit in a corner and watch as Bonnie spent a long evening kneeling between the legs of a lot of women. It turned into a party, with mistresses wandering in and out, sipping wine, visiting, and having Bonnie eat their pussies. Some came back for seconds and a few were in their pajamas. It was after midnight before Bonnie was allowed to stop. She was so exhausted that her husband had to carry her to her kennel.

We don’t know when Bonnie crossed the line but she decided to conceal it from her husband. He tied her to women every day for the remainder of their stay and she put on a great act pretending to dislike it. He never realized that she was secretly enjoying herself.

At the end of the week he took her home, but a few months later she showed up by herself. She asked to be enslaved by a women and Mistress Karen was kind enough to train Bonnie herself. Later Mistress Karen commented later that Bonnie must have been practicing because she was now very good with her tongue.

Bonnie comes to the farm about once a month. She doesn’t wear harness, she doesn’t care to be trained as a pony, she isn’t a masochist and she doesn’t like pain. She wants only lesbian sex, preferably with a domineering woman. Sometimes she’s given to sadistic mistresses and has to endure being spanked or whipped. She doesn’t mind so long as she can be forced to eat the lady’s pussy. (Personally, I think she’s becoming a masochist.)

Sometimes she asks for me, and since I’m not domineering we either get double-crossed or tied face up, face down, to a bed. She’s ok with that and so am I.

Bonnie originally came only for day visits, but one time, as she was leaving Mistress Karen invited her to stay and watch a slave auction. Bonnie wasn’t interested until Mistress Karen added that it was ‘Ladies Night’ and all the bidders would all be women. Bonnie decided to stay.

There was a large crowd of guests and we were all put up for sale. Some guests brought their personal slaves and sold them too. Bonnie sat quietly in the back of the room and watched as they guests looked us over before the auction. We were poked and prodded and squeezed and caressed and she got excited watching that happen. She really got hot when the bidding began. She decided she wanted to play so she undressed in the hallway and Mistress Karen slipped her into the bidding. Bonnie had never enjoyed being looked at but she discovered a deep thrill when they led her on stage. She was purchased by a fat woman who tied her to the bed and sat on her face all night. Bonnie was almost smothered but loved every minute.

Since then Mistress Karen keeps Bonnie informed when we are going to hold an auction and she rarely misses one. (Personally I think she’s becoming an exhibitionist.)

Bonnie’s husband has never come back and we don’t know if they are still married or not. She won’t talk about it.

I told Mistress Karen about my fantasy of the darkened room and she liked the idea. She had an area in the barn closed off and lined with heavy velvet curtains. She added some red lamps and the chair. The whole effect was erotic and mysterious and she put me with another female to test it. The room is dark and quiet and we both loved the deep sense of privacy. Mistress Karen tested the room with several guests and the response was terrific. After the terrific success of the test Mistress Karen had a permanent room built in the basement of the main house. She gave a great deal of thought to the lighting and installed low light lamps, a background flood that silhouettes the cross, and some carefully aimed spotlights that illuminate the bodies of the women without revealing their faces. She eliminated the chair but added a viewing gallery along three sides of the room. The gallery has small windows that permit people to watch from outside. The viewing gallery is dark and the women on the cross can’t see who might be watching them. The room is soundproofed too so the women on the cross have nothing to distract them from each other.

After seeing the room some dominant women have asked to be strapped to the cross with their slaves. Most demand absolute privacy with the viewing gallery empty, but some have permitted people to watch, so long as the lights are kept low.

Mistress Karen thought up a terrific game for the room. She invites visiting ladies to the basement while their husbands remain upstairs. A short time later the men are brought down and seated in the observation gallery. The lights come up just enough to reveal a woman strapped to the cross. Sometimes there are two women, but either way, the lights are too dim to permit them to be recognized. The men are never sure who the women on the cross might be. After half an hour the room is darkened and new women are put on the cross.

Of course not all female guests are willing to ride the cross. Some of those ladies are very strong willed and haven’t an ounce of submissiveness, but some dominas can’t resist the opportunity to tease their husbands.

And of course, men have ridden the cross too.

Rumors instantly sprang up that straight women have begged to be double crossed, that mistresses have done so, that Mary, our dowdy accountant his been on display and even Mistress Karen has taken advantage of the anonymity to enjoy a change of pace.

Take your pick.

While Audrey and I turned on our cross many people stopped and watched. Mary came by and took pictures. I smiled at the camera from between Audrey’s legs.

One pony girl earned herself a severe flogging by asking her mistress to be double-crossed. It wasn’t bad enough that she spoke without permission, but she kept begging after being ordered to shut up. Her mistress unhitched her from the rest of her team, strung her up by her wrists and whipped her until her body was criss crossed with thin welts from ankle to shoulders. We couldn’t see her but her shrieks and whimpers drove us to higher passion. I don’t know where she was struck, but at one point she let out long a piercing scream that echoed off the rafters. That scream sent Audrey into a frenzy and she accidentally bit me. I squealed and Audrey froze.

“Oh God,” She whispered. “I am so sorry.”

“Do it again,” I said.

“What?”

“Do it again,” I insisted. “Bite my pussy.”

“But . .”

I bit her pussy. Oh it wasn’t hard, just enough to make her scream in surprise. Then I chewed softly on the insides of her thighs.

“Bite my pussy,” I warned her. “Or I’ll bite you hard.”

I felt her teeth close on my lower lips, then gently press down. God that was nice!

“Harder,” I said. The pressure of her teeth increased.

“More!”

Her teeth bit me painfully, then they released. I gasped indignantly but before I could say anything they nipped in a quick sharp bite. Boy did I come!

“You know, some women have all the luck,” I heard a voice say.

I opened my eyes and there was my team. Mistress Karen held their reins.

Mistress Karen handed the reins to Mistress Eve and came to our cross. She paused the motor when my face was upright. She grabbed my hair and lifted my face off Audrey’s pussy and looked at me in concern. I opened my eyes, smiled happily at her then rubbed my cheek in Audrey’s crotch. Mistress Karen shook her head and turned the motor back on. Then she turned to the team.

“One of you spoke without permission,” she said. “Who was it?”

They hesitated, then Number Two bobbed her chin.

“I don’t know how long I’m going to put up with the lot of you,” Mistress Karen said. “First you stampede through the barnyard and now you’re speaking without permission.”

They lowered their eyes humbly.

“Just because you’re the best team I own doesn’t mean that I won’t sell you to a whorehouse in Tijuana.”

Number Three jiggled her breasts about a millimeter but Mistress Karen saw it. “Would you like that?” she demanded. “Answer me.”

“Well actually my lady I’ve been there and done that,” Three said.

“That’s true Mistress Karen,” Four said helpfully. “She brought us souvenir tee shirts to prove it.”

“Yes ma am, we have them in our stalls if you’d like to see them,” Two added.

Mistress Karen stared at them in pure astonishment. She opened her mouth but paused when she saw that Mistress Eve was trying hard not to laugh. Mistress Eve’s face was beet red, her eyes were scrunched shut, her lips clamped and she was trembling. Mistress Karen turned away, not trusting herself to speak. After a moment, she took a very deep breath, motioned Mistress Eve close and whispered something to her. Mistress Eve still couldn’t speak but she nodded. Mistress Karen walked stiffly away.

Mistress Eve took a long deep breath, rubbed her face, then turned to the team and smiled so sweetly that I knew that they were really, really in for it. She led them away.

The mistresses checked on us from time to time and asked if we needed a break. We didn’t want to stop, but I was grateful when they stopped the cross long enough to give us long drinks of water through straws. We learned years ago that a woman’s lips (upper and lower) could get chapped from hours of eating and being eaten, and its essential to be properly hydrated. It also prevents muscle cramps.

At times I looked out between Audrey’s legs and watched what was going on around us. We attracted a lot of attention and the other ponies watched us out of the corners of their eyes. Naturally the males were especially interested and some of the mistresses allowed their pony boys to watch us on their breaks. Even in strict genital restraint their cocks were stiff and they squirmed as they watched. I love teasing men so I locked eyes with one of them while rolling my tongue sensuously in Audrey’s pussy.

I was so successful that he came, even with his cock strapped tightly to his belly. His eyes seemed to cross, his legs started shaking and I giggled when I noticed cum seeping out of his restraint tube. His mistress looked at him and he tried to pretend nothing was going on. Unfortunately he couldn’t control the tremors in his legs and she gasped indignantly when she realized what was happening. She marched him to a fence, bent him over it and used her riding crop on his bottom until he was shrieking in pain. I’d never heard of a male being able to ejaculate with his penis so tightly bound so I was quite pleased with myself.

At noon the mistresses took us down for a potty break and lunch. Audrey and I sat cross-legged on the floor and devoured our lunch, and the mistresses made us drink lots of fluids. Then another trip to the restroom, and we were strapped to the cross again. Audrey was shaking with excitement as they buckled us in place.

Try as I might I was unable to make Audrey faint. She told me that she had many wonderful orgasms and often felt light headed from them but thought that the motion of the cross prevented her from slipping into unconsciousness. In fact, she experienced so many orgasms that she was afraid she had burnt out her pussy. (We tested it the next day and it was ok.)

They took us down at four o’clock. Neither of us could stand and we collapsed to the floor. The mistresses left us there while they put the cross away. Mistress Karen came back and stood over us. I looked up at her, struggled to my knees and bowed until my forehead touched the floor. Audrey did the same. She patted us on the head and left.

Mistress Eve fetched us from the show barn and took us back to the stable.

When we got there my team was stretched very tightly on X crosses. They were wearing chastity belts.

Chastity belts are, by their nature, intended to keep a woman from enjoying sex. But the ones my girls wore are special. They keep a woman excited but don’t allow her to climax.

The belts are simple enough. A waist belt holds a very rigid metal crotch piece in place. The crotch is perforated so the woman can pee through it, but nothing can penetrate her pussy or even touch it. Mistress Karen had ordered that the belts be very tight. That’s not too bad either, because a slave girl might enjoy the firm grip between her legs. But these belts do more than grip, they vibrate.

The front of the crotch piece has a small vibrating motor connected to a hard rubber disk. The disk presses against the woman’s tummy just above her pussy and it sends its vibrations through her pelvis by bone conduction. The buzzing is very stimulating but frustrating. The pad doesn’t touch her clitoris and there’s no dildo up her pussy, so it won’t allow her to come. It just keeps her excited. The batteries last for hours and the motor has a random timer to keep her from getting used to it. The gentle, insistent vibrations can slowly drive a woman insane. Give me a whipping any day.

The girls had been on their crosses for a couple of hours and they already wore the glassy eyed expressions of women who were steadily going out of their minds.

Mistress Eve gave Audrey and me a long sensuous wash followed by a wonderful massage. She rubbed body oil into our skin and took care to rub lotion into our chapped and tender pussies for a long, long time. It was heavenly.

Mistress Eve kept the team on the crosses until lights out, then she took their belts off long enough for them to go to the bathroom and wash themselves. Then the belts went back on. They wore them for three days.