Returned to darkness, forced to silence while the lovers bicker, the exchange brings to mind pony girl Sweeney’s early encounters with Master George, the matriarch of the family farm turning her care, training... and even the needed knowledge of language... over to her son... now beloved Master.
She owes him everything, her reliance on her Master complete.
She smiles in thinking of bride-to-be Jennifer’s indignation in concluding... correctly... that Master George must assist with toilet duties. Arms and hands bound shortly after arrival at the farm, there early came a curious bond in having her cunny and anus subjected to a boy’s care. Her exposure and vulnerability were brought to a maximum.... and remains such... now unobjectionable. And with the total reliance came fondness. The sordid act of having her gluteal cleft wiped and cleansed has come to bring not so much a thrill but a sense of satiation... that in the mind of her owner only for a treasured living relic would such a deed be performed.
Putting aside the efforts of her enthusiastic tongue and lips, dare Master George ever divulge the progression of the bonding... well worked pony girl and attentive owner?
She cannot recall the very first time she was masturbated for an exemplary performance. But the reward came to be... and continues to be... a narcotic for which she would... will... gleefully trade her abject obeisance.
Perhaps tonight?
She’s been good, she tells herself, remaining silent, allowing herself to be examined most intimately without word or gesture of objection, not a hint of her jealousy for the woman who may meddle her Master’s care... break their bond.
It would be too much to image that Master George may have brought the stimulator and lip stretchers... that he would show his in laws the ignominious manner in with his pony girl is brought to ecstasy... how her staunch allegiance is assured.
As humiliating as it would be, Ben wa balls beginning her concupiscence, then being fingered, objectified, nipples and labia fondled, there is need, her masochism inflamed. She will further exhibit herself... beg... open herself... squeal with ecstasy... and ultimately squirt... demonstrating that her thigh bands are for more than hobbling.
Voices from the dining room divert her thoughts. There comes light laughter, Master George apparently extricating himself from the wrath of a scornful fiancé, mother O’Malley most likely smoothing things, her fascination with Master George’s equine pursuits apparent.
Then comes the sound of chairs moving, dishes and glassware rattling. Lemonade and pie consumed, she hears Master George and a male voice which must be brother Doug talking nearby. Next she feels the hobbling double ‘D’ clamp removed and her clitoral hood leash snapped in place.
“Good girl. Time to go. Step down carefully.”
“The stimulator, Master?” daring to whisper.
“Not here, naughty girl. But it’s telling you so wanted to be spread open for them.”
*****
“How do you think it went, sir?”
“We’re alone now, Sweeney. It’s George again,” guiding the car back onto the interstate. “It appears I kissed my sister... in terms of having the family recognize you as a needed servant.”
“What does that mean sir... ah... George?”
“An old saying... I was fortunate to get a kiss... but the affection was from someone with whom I cannot have familiar relations... my future mother-in-law. And no discernible progress in terms of having you continue to be harnessed and run with Jenn’s blessing... after marriage.”
As come the words, pony girl Sweeney leans in the passenger seat, face to George’s crotch, lips opening, teeth working to find the tab to his zipper.
“May I suck your penis?” the quest muffled by the cloth of the trousers.
“That’s exactly what needs to stop, Sweeney. I’m going to need... well... what manliness I have will be to please my wife. So no... stop.”
With his demand, George thinks of both the talent and the determination for a girl to hone the skill of initiating fellatio without the use of hands and fingers. So many years of endeavoring to please...
“I’m sorry, George. But you know how much I’ve come to relish pleasing you... and tasting you.”
“You just want to be spread open and feel the stimulator... be masturbated... like in front of Jenn’s family.”
“I was aroused George. Leashed... with my cunny stuffed. I can feel the Ben wa balls now... the motion of the car. It drives a girl mad.”
“As intended. But there’s another element, Sweeney. Your ingrained masochism... which I have so attentively accommodated over the years. You went through the loop this evening. Thank heaven I did not have the stimulator and the lip spreaders... I would have been tempted.”
“The loop?”
“With your warped psyche, the humiliation of posing naked and bound leads to arousal. And in realizing that your arousal is apparent... the scent of your cunny filling the room air... there comes more humiliation... which of course enhances your state of arousal.”
“You know so much, George... know me. I’m shamed to think it was so... obvious.”
The right hand leaves the steering wheel, arm reaching, fingers searching beneath the cape to find a well stretched left nipple, sensuously rolling about. There comes more redolence, Sweeney’s arousal restored, the closed interior of the car making such evident even to a nose jaded by the constant denial of feminine hygiene.
“But I think Jennifer’s mother would have enjoyed,” Sweeney’s brazen advisement pressing her role.
“That is an aspect of the family relationship to which I must give renewed thought. I agree. She certainly had no compunction in fondling your cunny.”
“If you wish to further stretch me, George, consider having her watch,” the tone of words coming as a sultry invitation.
“I’ll stretch you when and where I choose. That being said, sister Alison asked a lot of questions over lemonade and apple pie. She seemed mesmerized... curious as to how it felt being in bondage all the time... subjected to modifications... made to run under the crop... walked about with vaginal insertions, and be put on display. Your bound nakedness seemed to enthrall, Sweeney. I must wonder... first if she became aroused... like you... and second, if aroused from what angle was her apparent interest stirred.”
“Not sure what you mean, George.”
“She was fantasizing... about binding a girl... or being bound. Was she feeling the sting of a riding crop while run about naked?”
“I see.”
“And by the way, speaking of fantasizing, brother Doug wants you.”
“I offered to suck his penis.”
“No. He wants to take you anally. I told him you’re quite tight... and quite skilled... and quite receptive.”
“But I’m not. I’m too tight. Do his mother and sisters know?”
“We’ll work on opening you... again. And of course they don’t know... won’t know. It will be between us guys. And he’ll help in gaining Jenn’s concession... to owning a human beast of burden. One who will take care of my in laws.”
“But I’m not a beast... and whatever could be the burden?” Sweeney’s face returning to George’s lap... teeth and lips to now work the zipper without objection.
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