The Dom and the Researcher

"Put these on."

Laura looked and saw he was holding out a pair of moccasins. She took them and put them on. They fit perfectly. She wondered how he knew her size. Then, with a feeling of shock, she realized that he had to have purchased them days ago. How did he know she'd submit!? Was it that obvious? That couldn't be! She was a proud professional! She had her PhD.!

Again, she almost bolted. But then he was leading her outside. She stopped at the door, realizing that she was going outside completely naked, being led on a leash, no less.

"Remember, my house is secluded. No one will see you."

That calmed her down some and, combined with the insistent tugging on her leash, she gathered enough nerve to follow him. It felt strange to be walking outside completely naked. But at the same time, rather freeing.

They entered the barn and saw amber peering out of her stall. Charles fastened a leash to her collar and led her out of the stall. He led them out of the barn into a field. Then he turned to amber and said "Relieve yourself." Amber looked startled at his command but squatted and proceeded to piss. Laura was embarrassed for her and turned away. Charles noted this but said nothing. He knew it wouldn't be too long before Laura also would be relieving herself out here.

When she was done, he led them over to the tack room. He tied their leashes to the hitching post and then retrieved amber's tack. He instructed Laura in how to put the halter on. It felt strange to put the bit in her mouth, but amber seemed to consider it normal to wear a bit, so it went in easily.

Then Charles led them to the paddock. Before entering, he tied Laura's leash to the fence and took amber in for her training session. From what Laura could tell, the session seemed to go well. Charles seemed satisfied and praised amber repeatedly for her performance.

Once again, he observed Laura as she watched amber's training. This time her arousal was made obvious by the juices trickling down her leg. He knew some of it was his cum but it was too liquid to be all from him. This time she didn't stop herself as her thighs rubbed together and she had to grab onto the fence rail in front of her to keep standing as she came. He smiled at this, taking care to not show he was aware of her condition.

He then led them back to the tack room. This time he tied amber off to a hook set above a small platform and turned to Laura and said "Wash her."

Laura did not expect this but decided it would be ok. She took the hose and proceeded to wash her off. It felt strange to wash another woman as though she was an animal. But it also felt very erotic to run her hands over amber's body.

"Make sure to wash her pussy."

Laura then did something she hadn't done since her one lesbian encounter in college; she put her hand on another woman's pussy. She felt the string from the tampon in her pussy which answered the question as to why she wasn't wearing panties to hold a pad.

Washing her pussy turned her on, more than she expected. She became aware of her juices staining her thighs and surreptitiously splashed water on herself to wash away the tell tale evidence of her arousal.

Finally she was done. She looked at Charles and he just gathered up their leashes before leading them back to the house. Once inside, he took off their leashes and sent amber off to prepare lunch. He then led Laura into the living room where he had her bend over once again so he could use her pussy for his relief. He seemed to have a high sex drive as he used her 2 more times that day before sending her home at 2, telling her to return at 4 tomorrow afternoon.

Laura drove away, her mind a confused mess. She had had better orgasms today than she had ever had. But she had performed acts that she would have never thought possible. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. "Who did he think he was?! She was a full professor and published author. This was just too much to expect her to do. She would show him! She would not go out there tomorrow. She would regain control over this situation."

As she drove away, Charles mused about her behavior today. She had shown that she was incredibly submissive but he expected her to rebel. She would want to show she was not submissive. He wondered how she would do that.

So he was not surprised the next afternoon when she did not show. Instead, he was rather relieved. This was something he could deal with. She did not call and just showed up at 4 the day after as though nothing had happened.

She came in and knelt. He stood her up and had her strip. She did so and he fastened her collar along with her leash. Then he led her into a room she hadn't been in before. Hanging on the wall was a selection of whips and other instruments of discipline.

"You disobeyed me. Now you must be disciplined." With that he took a flogger off the wall and walked over to her. She just stood there, not really believing he would actually use it on her.

"Stand over here. Place your hands on the wall. Would you like something to bite on?"

"What? You really aren't going to use that on me, are you?"

"Of course, my dear. Your behavior requires it. Now get in position."

Still not really believing he would actually whip her, she moved to where he pointed. She placed her hands on the wall, noting some straps attached to the wall just where her hands were. Then he used the straps to hold her hands in place.

Next he walked behind her. She couldn't see him and so waited nervously for whatever was going to happen. The first blow came as a complete surprise. She screamed in anger and pain. How could he do this to her! She continued to scream invectives at him until she felt the next blow. By the time the fifth blow landed she was sobbing and pleading for him to stop.

Finally, he stopped. He released her from the wall and took her in his arms. He led her to a couch and held her as she cried, murmuring into her ear "It is all right now. You have paid for your disobedience. Everything is ok now." He repeated that over and over until her sobs ceased. The whole time, she clung to him and to his words. They were her anchor in her world of pain and humiliation.

After a while, he picked her up and carried her to a bedroom where he placed in bed and pulled a blanket over her.

"You rest here. I'll come back to get you in a while."

Her emotional exhaustion overcame her discomfort with sleeping in a bed in his house and she fell into a restful sleep. The next thing she knew, he was gently patting her shoulder and saying "Laura, it is time for you to get up."

Sleepily, she pushed the blanket off and started to rise, only to gasp and grab the blanket. She started covering up her nakedness before seeing the amused look on his face. Of course, she'd not only been naked in front of him, she'd been used by him as sex toy.

Steeling herself, she shoved the blanked aside with a little more force than was called for and rose. Luckily, she remembered to stand with her head down as he'd instructed her to earlier, so did not look into his face.

"Very good, my pet. I hope you rested well. Now, I have need of your body. Come."

Laura's pussy immediately began getting wet at the thought of him using her again for his pleasure. So she followed eagerly. But she was puzzled when he handed her a pair of moccasins and snapped a leash to her collar.

He led her outside where she saw amber hitched to a small sulky. Charles led her to the sulky.

"I've used sand bags but a body has different movement properties. You weigh much less than I do and I need amber to get used to pulling a person. Get up in the sulky."

Laura numbly got in the sulky and sat down. She was disappointed that he was not going to fuck her and angry that he was using her merely as a weight to help train amber. But then she got mad at herself for wanting to be used as a sex toy and for allowing herself to be used as nothing more than a training aid. She had to remind herself that she was an educated woman doing research, not a sex toy or dead weight.

Charles attached a 6-foot lead to amber's bridle and began to lead her on a path into the wood behind his house. They walked for about 15 minutes on the well groomed path until they were back at the paddock.

"That is a half mile track. Laura, I want you to walk amber around it one time and then have her trot around it one time. Her trot is much like a jogging pace."

With that, he unhooked amber's lead and handed Laura her reins, which had been tied in front of the sulky seat.

"What? I can't do that!"

She paused and then remembered to say "Sir."

Charles merely looked at her until she finally bowed her head and took up the reins. But she just held the reins and didn't move her hands.

"You have to give her a command to move otherwise she'll just stand there. She's too well trained a pony to move without a command. You have three choices; you can tell her to walk, you can shake the reins at her, or you can use the whip standing in its socket beside you. Now, get moving!"

A mixture of emotions played across Laura's face before she finally said "amber, Walk."

Amber began walking straight ahead toward the paddock rather than back on the path.

"Laura! Don't be stupid. Use the reins to tell her where to go. Now!"

Laura looked at amber helplessly for a second before finally pulling on the left rein to turn amber toward the path.

"Don't dawdle on the path. I will be waiting here for you. It will be you, Laura, who is punished if you are late."

"Yes, Sir."

Laura felt guilty for using reins to direct a fellow human but knew she had to follow Charles commands. Her guilt caused her to fumble with some of the turns and made amber run into the bushes that lined the path a couple of times. These events amazed Laura since it highlighted how much amber had submerged her own initiative. Laura was uncomfortable with having someone so dependent upon her, a realization that reinforced her belief that she was not cut out to be a Dominant.

They finally made it back to the paddock where they found Charles waiting for them. He didn't comment on their tardiness, merely pointing them back on the path.

Laura wondered about that but accepted it gratefully. She said "Trot" to amber as they neared the beginning of the trail and amber broke out into a steady jog.

Shortly into this second time around the path Laura realized why Charles had had them walk the path first and why he hadn't punished her for being tardy. He knew she would have problems directing amber with the reins and gave her time to get used to the situation. She was impressed with his understanding of her and wondered if he was having her do this to reinforce that she was a submissive, not a Dominant. She also wondered if he didn't have an ulterior motive, to show her how a true submissive like amber behaved. The whole situation only raised him in her eyes even more.

The second time around was much easier and they made it back to the paddock fairly quickly. When Charles saw them, he said "Very good Laura. I may have you exercise her regularly. Now, get her out of the tack and washed up. Once you're done, put her in her stall with some granola."

His praise made her feel good and that feeling almost overcame her discomfort at his command to stable amber. This treating a person as an animal still made her uncomfortable. But she obeyed. She dismounted form the sulky and started leading amber toward the barn.

"Oh, Laura, amber did a good job today. Be sure to make her cum when you bathe her. She deserves it."

Laura glanced at amber and saw her face light up at his praise. This made her feel better about what she was doing. Better, but not comfortable.

Still, she set upon her chores. She noticed amber working her jaw after the bit had been removed.

"Wearing a bit looks uncomfortable."

"It is. Charles said he'd have a couple of molars removed if I become his permanently. That will allow the bit to sit better in my mouth. Also, I won't have to use this rubberized bit and can use a regular horse bit instead. Well, a small horse bit. I can't wait."

"You'd let him modify you that way?!"

"What do you mean 'let him'? I belong to him. He can do whatever he wants with me. Besides, it will indicate that he wants to keep me. I just hope he decides to brand me. That means he'll keep me until I die. He is such a good owner. I've seen how some Dominants are. Finding one as good as Charles is hard. I mean, most are not bad, just not skilled at owning a living breathing thing. It's like with dog owners; there are bad ones, ok ones, and owners that really know how to take care of their dogs. Our Master is the latter."

Laura didn't respond to her statement. But it gave her a lot to think about. Charles was very good at being a Dominant and he really did look like a good slave owner. But ambers matter of fact statement about being owned by him and that he could do whatever he wanted with her was disturbing.

She mulled this over as she put away the tack and washed amber down. She remembered to masturbate her as she was washing her pussy and started running her fingers over her lips. This caused amber to spread her legs, allowing Laura to fully penetrate and obviously needy cunt. This action caused Laura to get horny and she started unconsciously rubbing her cunt on amber's leg. It wasn't long before both of them came.

Their combined moans and yelps of pleasure attracted Charles' attention. All he did was look on and smile. He was very pleased with Laura's progress. Here she was naked outside engaging in a lesbian sex act, something the rather repressed person she'd been a few weeks ago would never have even considered, much less done.

They walked back to his house after stabling amber and he took into his study.

"Fetch the lube. It's on my desk."

Laura turned to get the lube, thinking "He's going to fuck my ass. I knew this day would come but hoped it would be a while. I hope it doesn't hurt."

She handed him the lube and he said "Bend over with your hands on the chair back. Spread your legs. Very good."

She heard him open the bottle and felt his hands pull her cheeks apart, then a finger greasy with lube began fingering her asshole. It moved around and poked in a slightly, then around and back in again, this time deeper. He kept that up until his finger was all the way in her ass. He pumped the finger in and out as though he was fucking her with it. She could tell it was tight at the start from the friction. But her asshole loosened up after a few strokes and it wasn't long before he inserted a second finger, fucking her that way until she loosened up. Then he inserted a third finger and, then, finally a fourth. It hurt some, even though he'd done it gradually.

Suddenly, he removed his fingers. She felt something else enter her ass and realized that it was his cock. He eased it into her gently and once she was comfortable, he began fucking her in earnest. It was the strangest sensation, the feeling of her ass being full and then empty only to have that repeated over and over. At first, it was not at all erotic. But then she started to feel her pussy get wetter and she knew she was going to cum.

"Wait! I want you to cum when I do."

She clamped down on her orgasm, fighting it back until he finally said "Cum!"

She exploded as she felt his seed enter her colon. It was the most erotic and the most humiliating thing that had ever happened to her.

Then he withdrew from her and said, "Get a warm washcloth and clean me up."

She was relieved to hear his command as she'd expected to be told to clean him with her mouth.

He could see the play of thoughts as her expressions changed and said "I've told you before, I take care of my possessions. While ass to mouth has some erotic aspects, it is likely to cause illness unless I've thoroughly cleaned your ass first. If I give you an enema first, then you can expect to clean me with your mouth. Now, hurry. I don't want to stain the rug in here."

Before Laura left that day, Charles said "Bring your running shoes tomorrow. In fact, if you have an extra pair, I want you to leave them here."

By now, Laura was well trained enough not to question his command. She just nodded and left.

She did have an extra pair and brought them with her the next day. By now, she didn't have to knock prior to entering the house. She just came in, stripped and then knelt before him when she found him. It was a few minutes before he acknowledged her.

"Did you bring running shoes?"

"Yes, Sir. I left them with my clothes."

"Good girl. Run and get them."

"Yes, Sir."

He was standing holding her collar when she returned with the shoes, so she knelt in front of him again so he could put her collar on. She found a certain comfort these days to the act of being collared. It made her feel secure and safe, something that troubled her when she reflected on it when she was away from him.

Once he'd collared her, he said "Put your shoes on."

She immediately settled on to the floor and put them on. It was a measure of how far she'd come that she hadn't even thought about sitting in a chair to do so. Subs do not sit in chairs unless specifically told to do so by their Dominant.

She happened to gaze at her pussy while she was putting on a shoe. It was spread wide as it should be for his viewing pleasure. She noticed the dew of her arousal on her lips. She mused that she was always aroused when she was around him. She marveled at his effect on her and 'accidently' brushed her lips. The touch sent a shiver of desire through her body. She hoped he would use her soon.

He had her follow him to his study once she'd donned her shoes. Once there he said "Lube.'

She thought "Oh thank you. He's going to use me right away. I am so horny. Even anal will help."

She handed him the lube and assumed the position she had yesterday when he sodomized her. Once again, he gradually stretched her asshole with his fingers. Then he withdrew his fingers and then she felt something else enter her ass. At first she thought it was his cock again but then she realized it was too hard. It seemed larger than the size of his four fingers but then it tapered down until it seemed only slightly larger than two of his fingers.

"I've decided to start having you both wear butt plugs. She needs to get used to one while running so she'll be comfortable running when she has her tail. Since you'll be running with her in practice sessions, it seems only fair that you do too. Now, stand up."

Running with her? Laura wondered what that meant but decided to see when they got to the paddock. She didn't even notice him snapping her leash on as she mused this over. But she did feel him pulling on her leash and dutifully followed him.

She was intensely aware of the butt plug as she walked. She felt full in a way that not quite like she'd ever had before. She was not used to it by the time she saw amber standing already in harness as she approached. What surprised her was the presence of another sulky.

"Master. I have not agreed to be a pony girl. This is beyond being submissive!"

"Laura. Being a submissive means doing what your Dominant tells you to do, that includes being a pony girl. That said, you are merely pulling a sulky with 50 lbs of sand so you can get amber used to racing another pony girl. It would be unfair to her for you to run unencumbered when she is pulling me. Wouldn't it?"

"I suppose. But I want you to know that I consider being a converted into a pony girl beyond the level of exposure I need to understand the BDSM culture."

"I understand. Now, let's get you harnessed."

He walked Laura over to the other sulky and began strapping her into her harness. Laura reflected that he had not agreed with her, just said he understood her feeling. She resolved to resist being converted into a pony girl. That was too demeaning. Of course, she didn't take into account that her concept of what was demeaning had changed dramatically since the night she'd met Charles.