My Descent into Slavery Ch. 25

He thought a little longer about that question. "I don't think so."

"Is it because you're not in love with Sharon, or would you feel the same way if you were?"

"I don't honestly know."

"I tend to think that most people in vanilla relationships tend to be more possessive of their significant others than people in more outré relationships are. There's less of an expectation of fidelity as crucial to the relationship. In a sense, an FWB relationship is more unusual than traditional dating relationships. The two partners have already concluded that the person can date, and possibly fuck other people. You're together only for the sex. It may be you belong in one of the categories that I test for. Would you take the survey I gave to Sharon?"

"You think I'm submissive?"

"Not at all. I think you might be Dominant. It tests for that as well."

"What's the point? It's not like I can keep a slave anyway. Look at the job I do."

"We have a friend who used to live in Fort Myers. She knew an FBI agent who was submissive to a US Attorney in Orlando, she met at some kind of business function. If they could do it, why can't you. It perhaps can't be as obvious as our submission is, but it shouldn't negate it on at least a part time basis. Oh, and that person we know used to be an FMPD police officer, and currently works for the Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department."

"Really? What was the name of the US Attorney? I know them all."

"I don't know, but I could ask, I suppose. The fact you don't know means he's managed to hide it or he doesn't work in Orlando anymore. Master's wife, Miranda, managed to keep it out of the news. You have to work to keep it secret, but it's not impossible."

"We'll see."

"Two of the ones we're meeting are going to need a Master in the future perhaps. Master can't keep them."

"Where do they live?"

"Ocala."

"I live in Orlando. That wouldn't work very well."

"You keep thinking of reasons why you don't think it would work instead of ways to make it work. They're both waitresses. You don't think they can find jobs in the service industry in Orlando if it's something they want?" I said. "You have to take a right at the next light. The place we're going is out of town. Keep following the Navigator."

I sent a text to Marcia asking her for the name of the US Attorney in Orlando who was a Dominant to the FBI agent. I didn't know what she was doing, so I expected it might take awhile before I got an answer.

We soon arrived and I remembered the first time I'd been here and what I was facing. Roseanne and Juanita were here, though I didn't see them, I saw Juanita's Jeep. I also saw Mistress Theresa's vehicle, but not her or any of her slaves. I immediately removed my clothes, putting them in the SUV. There were several naked mares out, being put through their paces. The horsetail anal plugs, the long boots with the horseshoes on them, the high collars, keeping their heads up, the high stepping trots. The pony wrangler/trainer flicking the asses with the long tailed whip if they didn't step high enough.

I pointed it out to Sahar, along with the sulkies that some learned to pull, others the carriages, or wagons. Sahar looked at it for a time, then said, she agreed; she didn't think she wanted to race anyone wearing that gear. I kissed her.

Francesca found me and pulled me aside. "You're not going to be arrested, are you?"

I looked at George, currently watching the mares with an erection in his pants.

"No. I think we're good. Where is everyone?"

"Roseanne and Juanita arrived about fifteen minutes ago and immediately stripped off their clothes. Daddy called on my cell phone to speak to Master, not realizing he wasn't with me, and then he asked me what he was supposed to do with them. I told him Master was talking to an investigator for the US Attorney's Office, but we expected to give them exposure to pony play, so they're probably in the stables getting geared up, which is what I need to do with Frieda."

"That's what we should do then," I said, "but make sure to tell Master what's happening as they're nominally his submissives."

Francesca had a brief conversation with Master, then she ordered Frieda to strip. She hesitated momentarily due to George's presence, but Francesca told her to trust her Mistress, and obey. Frieda removed her clothes and left them in the Navigator, and we made our way to the stables, George tagging along.

As expected, we found everyone there, Roseanne and Juanita already in their boots, with the anal plugs in their asses, being fitted with the harness.

"I don't know that much about pony play," Master told the two women. "I want you to listen to Master Frank and do whatever he tells you to do."

"Yes, Master," they answered.

I greeted my friends, hugging them. Luke, Ranger and Gloria were all naked as well. Sahar immediately cozied up to Ranger.

He must have said something to her because she immediately asked Theresa, "Can I fuck this stud, or will he need your permission to cum?"

"How and where were you going to fuck him?" Theresa asked.

She pointed to the breeding rack where a mare was being serviced by a stallion. "I was thinking over there with the mare, and borrowing a nice strapless to fuck his ass."

Theresa laughed. "That should be quite amusing. Go ahead. Ranger, do what Sahar wants."

He didn't look happy about it, but said, "Yes, Mistress."

"Don't pout, stud," Sahar said. "How many times have you shoved your cock up a nice bum? Besides, when I'm finished with you, you can do the same to me."

"Up your ass?"

"Wherever you want. Where do I find the needed equipment?"

Marilyn showed Sahar where the strap-ons were and she donned one and took Ranger to the breeding rack, where she locked him down and proceeded to fuck him in the ass.

I didn't get to stay and watch her, as Master wanted to see me in pony gear, and Frank ensured I was decked out like Roseanne, Frieda, and Juanita. Francesca then took us out to a vacant training corral and put us through our paces, drilling us until we all had the movements down for the high stepped trot.

Since there were four of us, when we'd completed our brief training, Frank hooked us to a carriage, which is when the bits went into our mouths for our reins and nipple clamps went on. Frieda and I were the front pair, Roseanne and Juanita the back pair.

"Since you have bits in your mouth, you can't speak," Frank said, "If you need to use a safe word, raise your hand, and I'll stop the carriage. You're supposed to be a matched team. When I say giddy-up, I want you to step first with your left leg. I'll try to get you in step with a cadence. After about thirty seconds of cadence, the cadence will end, and I'll apply the whip to anyone who is out of step with the others. I'm going to have you pull the carriage around the track twice, which will be two miles. George, Trinity, Theresa and Joshua will ride in the carriage. I'll be the driver. This is not a race. Speed is not necessary due to the load. Precision in your steps is what is needed, so you're all stepping together. Nod if you understand."

We all nodded and I let out a little neigh, which amused my fellow ponies enough they neighed as well.

Frank said "Giddy-up," and we started stepping. As he'd said, Frank set a cadence, "left, right, left, right," slower at first, then speeding up slightly as the wagon started to move. After a half minute, the cadence set, he stopped speaking and expected us to maintain the pace as we pulled the carriage around the track. I was fortunate that Sahar made me work out so hard every day. I was doing much better than the others, particularly Frieda, the oldest of us. She'd said she did yoga for exercise, which kept her looking good, but didn't do a lot for endurance. She felt Frank's whip striking her flanks the most often as she faltered, but it was hard to constantly maintain the same cadence, and the others tended to slow down more than I did, which meant I was the one out of step. After feeling his whip smack my ass for the fourth time, I decided I'd try to match Frieda's pace, and the two ponies behind us could match ours easily enough, staring at our naked asses. After that, I got whipped less.

Pulling a loaded carriage behind us, it took an hour and a half to trot a two miles around the track. We were all dripping sweat by the time Frank said, "Whoa."

Frank unhooked us from the carriage, but we still had to trot as one back to the stables, feeling the whip again if we failed to keep step. Our Dominants then wiped us down with damp towels when we reached the stable and we received water and an apple, (better than oats,) although we had to eat without using our hands. The apple was cut up though, so it wasn't that difficult.

"Normally," Frank said, "after a stiff workout like that one, we usually reward the mares by being mounted by one of the stallions. What do you want to do?"

For the three of us Master controlled, he said we could be mounted, so we were led to the breeding racks and fastened down. Sahar was beside me, just finishing up getting fucked in the ass by Ranger who was grunting as he pumped his cum in her ass. Pony Boy mounted Roseanne and the new stallion, named 'Stamina' mounted me. His cock was slightly longer and thicker even than Pony Boy.

I soon found out why he was named Stamina. He could fuck for a long time. Due to my submission, being secured in the breeding rack and fucked in front of others, I was incredibly aroused, and I quickly started climaxing and didn't really stop cumming the whole time he fucked me. About halfway through my fucking, Master stood in front of me and released his cock, shoving it down my throat and fucking my throat, spit roasting me.

Master climaxed before Stamina did, and Frank quickly took his place with Master's permission.

Pony Boy finished and had Roseanne clean him off and suck him back to another erection so he could fuck Juanita.

As I sucked on Frank's cock and took Stamina's amazing cock, I heard Malcom say to Francesca that he'd like to see Frieda get mounted.

"Would this be a one time thing, Malcom, or do you intend to open up your marriage to other men?" Francesca asked.

"Just this once for now," Malcom said. "I'll see how I feel about it after this time."

Since Sahar had finished up and vacated the breeding rack next to me, Frieda was installed next to me. She was practically quivering with excitement, her first extra-marital fucking, and with a stud like Stamina. I could tell he wouldn't last much longer, he was speeding up for the end run. Despite how close he might be, I still sipped Frank's semen before Stamina filled me with a flood of cum.

I really had to stretch my mouth around Stamina's cock to clean him off and Frieda was nearly panting beside me, watching the monster that would soon be filling her, stroke back and forth in my mouth. By the time he was hard again, I had to really watch my teeth to make sure I didn't scrape him.

Frieda screamed when he entered her, even as wet as I knew her pussy was after our exercise and the arousal she was feeling.

"Oh, fuck!" Frieda moaned. "He's splitting me in two."

"Do you want to use your safe word," Frank asked.

"No. I want him to fuck me, Master Frank. I want him to fuck me hard."

I was released from the breeding rack, and joined my Master, with my arm around his waist as we watched the sedate Psychology professor get fucked for over a half hour by Stamina's thick prick. She went crazy for it. She was moaning, whimpering, begging, shuddering and shivering as his cock plumbed her depths. Malcom watched her for about half the time, then going in front of her and unzipping him pants and feeding her his prick. He didn't last three minutes he was so aroused by his wife's fucking. It was about the only thing that shut her up.

Despite how quickly Malcom orgasmed, he was hard again when Stamina finished his fucking, leaving another huge mess of cum in her cunt. I was amazed he could leave that much cum in her considering how much was running down my legs.

As soon as Stamina pulled out, Malcom was pumping away in the gooey mess left behind. Frieda loved that fucking too, a continuation of her first one, and Malcom was definitely slamming into her with every ounce of energy he possessed. He looked nothing like the mild Literature Professor he was, and more like a reciprocating engine, as he pistoned frantically back and forth in his wife, trying to reclaim her as she cleaned her newest lover's meaty cock. She did climax once during his fucking, but nothing like the orgasmic display she'd put on for everyone while Stamina fucked her.

Master noticed George's cock was hard, watching them go at it, and offered my services for his relief.

"Are these the two women who might need a Master when you leave?" George asked, pointing to Roseanne and Juanita.

"Yes," Master said.

"Why don't I take both of them for a spin," he said.

Master told both of them to take turns sucking George's cock, and they quickly knelt in front of him to do Master's bidding.

My two trainees took turns bringing him from one plateau to the next, a decidedly quick and easy process due to his arousal, but dangerous given he was so excited. They nevertheless brought him to the fourth plateau before Juanita finished him off in her mouth. George seemed to appreciate it, holding Juanita's head against his groin as he emptied his balls.

Grunting loudly, Malcom had finished cumming in his wife, adding his own copious cum to that already filling her pussy.

I was not totally surprised to see him kneel behind her and lick the thick strands of milky seed leaking from her well fucked pussy. I don't think the experienced members of our lifestyle were particularly surprised either. It surprised George a little though. I could see he had some questions, which he didn't want to ask in front of the others.

The slaves were fed a healthy lunch of raw vegetable and pre-cooked and cubed meat for protein, which we had to eat like horses again, no hands, while the non-slaves went into the house for lunch.

After we'd eaten in the stall we'd been given, I asked the three other women how they liked pony life so far.

"I'm not crazy about the pulling carriages and stuff," Juanita said, "but I loved the fucking afterward."

"Amen to that," Frieda said. "I can't believe Malcom let Stamina fuck me. I was ashamed of myself, and embarrassed for Malcom, going crazy for his cock like that. I've never done that before."

"I told you that you'd become more orgasmic and need sex more frequently as a submissive."

"His cock was so big and wonderful. It filled me up so nice. I loved it."

"Now you now why they reward mares with a mounting, because it encourages you to do better, so you can experience it again. Even with two stallions, they can't mount everyone every day. So the better and more obedient you are, the more likely you are to experience their stallion sized pricks. You still have to satisfy any other males who want you."

"I could barely feel Malcom's cock when he was fucking me, although I could feel him slamming into me."

"That's not uncommon after fucking a big cock. You get stretched out to accept it, but your body adjusts and you shrink back to your normal size. Unless you get fucked by large cocks every day, you'll feel Malcom again, probably no later than tonight. Exercise helps to keep your pussy tight. Masters and Mistresses like slaves who are in shape anyway, so you should try to devote at least an hour a day to exercise."

"I couldn't believe Malcom licked my pussy after my fucking."

"We lick pussy all the time with cum inside of it," I reminded her.

"I couldn't believe it the first time I did it either," Frieda laughed, "licking Master's cum out of Miranda. But somehow, it seemed more gay when Malcom did it."

"It's not really gay. It's a fairly common thing when a man is a willing cuckold. It's called reclaiming. After witnessing another man with his wife, the cuckold wants to reclaim her, remind her that she's his wife. It frequently involves licking the offending sperm from her pussy and fucking her extra hard, putting his own sperm in with the other man's, as a form of sperm competition. You should read up about it, since it's possible Malcom will allow you to fuck other men in the future."

"Do you think so?"

"He seemed to enjoy it too, didn't you think?" I asked.

"He did, didn't he."

"He'll need time to process how he feels about it, but I would expect at some point he goes along with it. May I ask why you never had children?"

"Malcom is infertile, or nearly so."

"If Malcom is a willing cuckold and allows you to fuck other men again, it's possible another man could breed you," I said.

"Oh, fuck. I just remembered. I haven't been on birth control since we found out Malcom likely couldn't impregnate me. It's been twelve years since I was on the pill."

"Where are you in your cycle?"

"I think eighteen days after the last of my period."

"You should be safe then. You might want to talk about it with him, see if he'd be willing for you to have children with another man."

"Oh, God. How do you bring up that subject?"

"Carefully. Speak of the devil," I said, seeing Malcom look into our stall. "What do you need, Malcom?"

"Beth, I'd like to speak to you, in private, please."

"Of course. You need to open the stall from the outside. We can't open it from in here."

Malcom opened the stall door and I stepped out and closed the door again, and we went to the stable door, far enough away no one could hear us.

"What would you like to ask me?"

"Is there something wrong with me?"

"That's a very broad question, and I don't know you that well."

He paused, gathering his thoughts. "I enjoyed watching my wife get fucked by that well hung stallion. I was so fucking aroused by it. Am I sick or something?"

"No, you're not sick, Malcom."

"Why would I enjoy that so much?"

"Do you know what men list as their favorite types of pornography?"

"No, not really."

"Women fucking other women is high on the list, because it's two naked women. Men like it more than women do. Men are very visual. Black men with big cocks fucking white women, way up there. Part of it is the taboo aspect of it, the mixing of the races, the whole once you go black you'll never go back, thing."

"Is that true?"

"Not particularly. I've fucked black men and while I enjoyed it, I like fucking my Master above all other men, even though he isn't the largest cock I've ever fucked. There's a bit of a myth about black men, fostered by erotic literature and pornography, but basically, they're roughly the same size as the rest of the human race. You've got big ones, small ones, and everything in between. They're more open about their sexuality, usually started having sex at a younger age, might be more experienced as a result, but generally, about the same. Both Pony Boy and Stamina are white, so big dicks can be found anywhere.

"Then, you have the cheating wives porn, also fairly popular, the wife who is tempted by younger, sexier lovers who pay attention to them when their husbands ignore them, or perhaps provide them with more sexual satisfaction than her husband/boyfriend/significant other. One of the most common fantasies amongst married men is watching their wife fucking someone else. Like all fantasies, it doesn't always translate to reality. If all the men who fantasized about it did it in real life, half of the married wives in the country would be fucking other men with their husband's permission. Women have rape fantasies. Doesn't mean we want to be raped. But there is a portion of those who fantasize about it, where it actually occurs. I don't know the exact figures, but let's say for the sake of argument, ten percent of those who imagine it, actually get to see the fantasy play out.