Going Around to Cum Around Pt. 05

Friday, Angela moved on to training me as a single pony girl pulling a sulky, which presumably was what Master Donald intended. (There was no way that I could learn to be a real pony girl in just one week, which was the only excuse for the way she had pushed me.) The good news about being a single pony was that I got away from Mason the Moron. The bad news was that I got the exclusive attention of Mistress Angela. She ran me into the ground while whipping my butt constantly, pausing only to dismount and whack my boobs between heats on the track. At the end of the day, she finally had me hosed down, but then told the hands to tie me over a low "mounting" frame in the barn. They got their jollies off in all three of my openings, but they weren't particularly violent or mean, so it was almost a pleasure to serve them compared to what I knew would follow—I think I even orgasmed once. Only one of the hands found it necessary to mark my face, and even then they hosed me off afterwards so I didn't have to smell it all night.

When the men went off to supper, however, Angela the sadist took over. First, she used a strap-on in both my cunt and ass, demanding that I moan and praise her prowess just as she had demanded of Mason. Then, she moved a chair in front of my bound face and put me to work licking her to multiple orgasms. She used a longer whip so that she could reach over my back to my butt, even snapping it between my widespread butt cheeks to slice across my anus, labia, and clit. Lord, that stung! She seemed to enjoy the sensation of me screaming into her cunt as I frantically tried to please her—she certainly got off many times that evening. Saturday was a repeat of the same, although she did less whipping, perhaps wanting to avoid marks that might earn questions from Donald Trevelyan when he arrived on Sunday to see the results of my training.

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I don't know whether all this was intentional, but after seven days of torment like this I was overjoyed to see Master Donald, and did my best to perform for him. He enjoyed having me drag him around and race against a few other ponies, but although he was a heavier load he treated me far more humanely as far as rest periods, water to drink, and hosing me down. In the heat of the afternoon, he took me to his cabin, released me from much of the harness, wiped the sweat off me, and screwed my brains out in air conditioned comfort. I was still his slave, but his considerate treatment was so kind, by comparison, that I had to remind myself that this decency was not reason to fall in love with him!

On the first two nights Donald was there, he sent me back to the barn, where Angela was waiting to take HER pleasure from me. Monday night, however, she got a little carried away with the whip, and the next morning he noticed the fresh marks running across my cunt and on the sensitive skin of my butt crack. It was really painful for me to walk and run like that, and he was considerate enough that he removed the thong, the tail, and both vibrators for the day, not to mention keeping me in his bed all night for the rest of his stay. Of course, I still had my wrists cuffed in front of me and used my other two openings to please him, but it was far more pleasant than the first nine nights.

The rest of Week 2 was therefore strenuous but much more enjoyable than the previous week. To top it off, after I won an informal race against an equally-inexperienced girl on the second Saturday, he decided to transport me back to Dallas in his car. I think he realized that, the moment he drove out the front gate, Angela would against subject his favorite fuck-toy to whipping, dicking, and face-sitting, some of which might interfere with HIS future pleasure. I didn't care WHY he did it—I was out of harness, out of that ranch, and out of Angela's clutches! I spent the trip kneeling in the back of his chauffeur-driven car, with him alternating between petting my head, feeling my boobs, and bending me over his knees to toy with me. That was so much more pleasant that poodle transport that I did something I had only done twice before in my slavery—I ASKED him to let me suck him off as an act of slave gratitude, which I did to the best of my ability in the evening light. I was sensible enough to realize that I was just a toy to him; In the back of my mind, I still worried that he might slave-nap me or buy me away from my owners. Instead, he announced that he had business to attend to in Europe, and returned me, almost unscathed, to Ms. Williams' front door on his way to the airport.

(To be continued)