Chapter 5. Anne Taylor’s Story

Lynn was massaging and exercising Tricia and Maria while I lounged in the den reading the paper From the corner of my eye I watched Anne as she scrubbed the kitchen floor on all fours. It was hard to believe that Anne and I were sorority sisters in college. She was two or three years ahead of me and I only knew her from afar. She was beautiful, confident and very snobby back then. Nan knew her too, perhaps much better than me. While it wasn’t spoken about back then, I think they went out a few times and maybe even had a lesbian encounter or two. I lost track of her after college until she got off the plane with Lynn.

"Come here Anne. I wish to speak to you." She got off all fours and came to my chair. "Kneel!" She obeyed without thinking. "Come closer I wish to talk to you." I could see that the years hadn’t been kind to Anne, but I wanted to hear from her own mouth where she had been for almost fifteen years. Before asking her, I got up and held her chin in my hand. "You know that I plan on keeping you?"

"Yes Mistress. Mistress Lynn has told me."

I examined her large, heavy nipple rings. "I will replace these with lighter ones."

"Thank you Mistress."

"I will also remove the clit rings if you wish."

"It will be your decision Mistress."

"How do you feel about being owned by someone who knew you in college? You were an upper classman."

"That was in another lifetime I am only a slave now."

I began to touch her breasts, peel her nipples with my fingers. I remember how gorgeous she was in college. "Belly, legs in the air!" She went to her belly, legs in the air, arms stretched out above her. I took my finger and messaged her clit. She juiced immediately. She was near orgasm. "Do not cum," I told her. I stuck my finger in her mouth and looked her in the eye. "Tell me what happened to you. If you leave anything out I will cane your feet."

"Yes Mistress. I will obey."

"You may sit in a more comfortable position if you wish."

"May I speak, Mistress?"

"Yes, I just told you I want to hear about where you have been for the past fifteen years."

"I mean may I speak about the type of slavery I want."

"Yes, of course." I sat back and listened, and Anne began her story.

"I submitted to Mistress Lynn because I knew she was a very strict, sadistic Mistress who would give me no freedom at all. She would never show signs of weakness or mercy I always knew where I stood. I knew she would brand me and whip me and train me to be her body slave and pony girl. Do you understand what I am saying, mistress. Do you know what I want?"

"After college I moved to Houston and met a woman who was involved in the d/s scene there. We were friends for two years before she asked me if I would consider moving in as her submissive. We were both new to d/s and didn’t know what we were doing. We mostly had sex. She would chain me and spank me, but in the morning I would go to work and so would she. I needed more, so I began advertising in the d/s personals and eventually moved in with a Dom couple from Ohio. They had never had a 24/7 before, so again it was a trial and error type of relationship, which left me unfulfilled. I stayed for almost three years because I had nowhere else to go. I worked all day, came home and worked all night, cleaning, cooking and caring for their two young children. Sex was almost non-existent and we were always vanilla around people that weren’t in the scene. Then I ran into a woman who changed my life. She was living the scene full time in the open. She had a 24/7 slave who was fully trained. I was mystified. I begged her to train me and after six months of pleading, I moved in with Emily Ravage. It was in her home I learned what real slavery to a woman was. She told me before hand what she had in mind, but you can’t understand it if you don’t live it first hand. She pierced my nipples and clit, shaved me, and taught me most of what I know. She gave me a taste for the whip and taught me what it really means to be a slave."

"I stayed with Mistress Emily for two years. I could see she was getting bored with me. Over the holidays she took me to Pony Brook farms in New York State. It is almost in Canada. It was there I met Mistress Lisa who would become my owner for the next five years. Mistress Lisa ran a very profitable pony farm, training and selling female slaves to wealthy women all over the world. I traveled everywhere as Mistress Lisa’s body slave. I cared for every detail of her life including taking care of the ponies. Frankly, I began to envy the ponies and asked Mistress Lisa if I could trade places with one of them. I wanted a much stricter form of slavery than being her friend and traveling companion. She didn’t answer me, but a month later I was sold to Mistress Erica, the cruelest sadist I have ever met."

"Mistress Erica lived in North Carolina on a large farm. I was her slave for five years. During that time I pulled a plow as part of a four-girl horse team. She had a real life prison in her barn and each of her slaves had her own small cell that we were locked in when not working. Each of us was branded with the letter E. On weekends Mistress Erica would line us up for inspection. The house slaves and work slaves would be paraded out naked except for chains. There were over twenty slaves on the property at time. Inspections would take forever. We would stand at attention while Mistress Erica and her assistants came over to examine us. Punishments were harsh, but I knew what was expected of me and in a strange way, I liked living on the farm."

"I did so well that Mistress Lisa made me one of the house servants. My responsibilities were to do all the housework I was assigned and service her quests; I would be given a room assignment for the evening and would kneel in front of the door at 9 pm. I was always naked except for anklets. When the door opened, I was the slave of the room occupant for the night. Each night was different. Each night was the same. Whoever opened the door had to be obeyed perfectly. If my Mistress wanted to be sucked all night, I had to do it perfectly. If she wanted to be bathed and massaged, I had to do it perfectly, if she wished to whip me and hear me scream, I had to obey. If I wasn’t perfect, Mistress Erica would find out and that was a fate worst than death. Joan, my sister slave didn’t please her guest and was given one hundred lashes and three months behind the plow. Sara, the youngest house slave didn’t do a good job washing her mistress’s feet and was given the hot iron. The worst punishment came when Gwen, a beautiful Swedish slave refused to be fucked with a dildo by her Mistress. She yelled at her and later at Mistress Erica. Her tongue was cut out."

"I was a happy obedient slave. I waited for the door to open. I was naked and wet. When I saw whom my mistress was I almost choked. It was Nan. She was more surprised than I was, but I crawled into the room on all fours and waited for her to say something. She didn’t say a word. Instead she pulled me on the bed and we made love all night long."

"In the morning I drove home with her. All she said was that she was my new Mistress. It was the first time in recent memory that I wasn’t chained. When we got to her place I followed her inside. She didn’t have a cell, or cage, or chains for me. I was on the honor system. I stayed with Nan for a year but things became too vanilla. My only relief was when her daughter Lynn was home from school. She had the makings of a first class sadist."

"I left Nan’s home and spent the next few years searching. I wasn’t easy being alone and was very unhappy until I saw Lynn early last year. She knew what I needed and even though I am old enough to be her mother, she was willing take me in 24/7. She has been very strict and demanding. As you can see, she has branded me and put these large, heavy nipple rings on me. I must admit I love servicing someone half my age. When she whips me or hangs me by my thumbs, age doesn’t matter. She is simply my owner."

"Have I explained things well, mistress?"

"Yes, Anne. I understand every thing. Tomorrow you will become a member of my household. I will brand you on each breast."

"Thank you mistress."

"You will join Maria and Tricia in the barn. Your duties will include cleaning out the stables and changing the hay. You will sleep in the cage every night until I feel you have earned the right to sleep elsewhere. Do you understand?"

"Yes mistress."

"You may now lick in between my toes."

The spring and summer months were so beautiful. Lynn helped with the training and I relaxed after we went on long morning rides. I loved coming out after the girls were all hitched to the carts. Lynn and I would switch teams, although I liked riding in Anne’s cart most. Her back looked like one large whip mark since I practiced my sadistic side on her. She was an obvious masochist so I was doing her a service. We would run all morning long. When she would start to fade from exhaustion, I would whip her into continuing.

When the ride was over, Lynn would wash her down and send her into the house while Maria and Tricia were allowed to rest. I would have Anne on all fours cleaning the bathroom with a toothbrush then spend the evening licking me while I read or watched TV. Some nights I would go to the barn. Maria and Tricia would be in a deep sleep from the day’s activities. I would open Anne’s cage and help her crawl out, removing her toe cuffs. After attaching my leash to her nose ring I would bring to my bedroom and help her climb into the bed with me. I would give her a long kiss on the lips while holding her clit in my fingers. "Is a slave girl happy in her service?" I would ask.

"Yes Mistress. A slave girl is very happy."

"Tomorrow your cage will be brought into the bedroom. You will be allowed to sleep at the foot of your Mistress’s bed."

" A slave girl is very, very happy."

Experience is a terrible thing to waste, so I decided to use Anne as a plow slave. Lynn attached special reins to Anne’s body harness and they would spend a large part of the afternoon working as a plow team. We planted a beautiful vegetable garden with tomatoes, squash, peas, and eggplant. Anne’s legs and back were well striped by the end of planting season. Lynn never spared to whip to spoil the slave or something like that.

Chapter 6

"Send in Maria."

Maria was more beautiful than ever.

"Remain standing! I wish to look at you."

Oiled and tanned, her olive skin glowed. Her beautiful breasts were large and firm. Her body was in the best shape of her lifetime. When I inserted my finger in her bottom hole I could tell it was wet. When I entered her vagina, my fingers slid around as if they were in a wet pond.

"Have you been used recently?"

"Yes Mistress. Mistress Lynn used a strap on this morning. I was taken in the anus and pussy."

"I see. You have been busy. Does she use you often during the day?"

"Yes Mistress. I think she is in love with me. She beds me almost every night and after our morning run, she washes me by hand and has me service her."

"Does she service you?"

"Occasionally when we are in bed at night she snuggles next to me and goes down on me. She loves to suck my breasts."

"What do you do to her?"

"Whatever she tells me to. When I am with her, she owns me."

"Does her feeling for you effect your morning rides?"

"I don’t think so, Mistress. We still ride hard for over two hours."

"Does she whip you during the rides?"

"Not as much as she used to mistress."

"Let me see your back." There are no marks at all. "Do you love her?"

"No mistress. I am your girl. You own me.?

"Do you wish to be her slave?"

"No Mistress. I beg to be yours."

I do not know how sincere Maria was. She knows that I would never give her to another. I have told her a million times. It is possible that she is telling me what I wanted to hear to avoid punishment. "Tonight you will have Tricia oil and bathe you after your run. You will spend the afternoon resting. At 8 p.m. you will come to my bedroom, attach your anklet chain to the floor bolt and wait for me to come to the room. I will speak to Lynn."

"Yes mistress."

I finished my reading at about ten p.m. Maria had been kneeling by my bed for two hours. I lifted her to my bed and took her in my arms. I began on her nipples, one after the other, then her toes and thighs, up to her belly, then down to her labia and into her clit, finding the g spot.

"May I come Mistress? Please, please, please…"

She couldn’t control herself. Her orgasms were explosive. I held her in my arms, legs wrapped around each other like two college sweet hearts. Just before we drifted off to sleep, I told her that she was my slave and I would own her forever.

I loved having Lynn with me at the farm. She was a wonderful trainer, so I made her an offer she couldn’t refuse. She could use Maria as long as she stayed. Maria would submit to her and become her official body slave. I knew that Lynn was falling in love with Maria so she wouldn’t want to go home anyways, but I had something in mind that depended on her staying and I didn’t want to take any chances. When I suggested it to her, she jumped for joy. That night we had Maria belly dance for us before I told her that while she would always be mine, I was allowing Lynn to use her exclusively as long as she remained on the farm. I think she already knew this since she bellied over to Lynn and began to lick her toes and promised to be a devoted body slave.

Chapter 7

I hadn’t been to New York City in weeks but with Lynn taking care of things at the farm, I decided to go in alone for a few days. It had been the first time in over two years that I would really be alone, since Maria was always in my hidden apartment waiting for my return. I felt very free indeed.

I had seen the most gorgeous girl I have ever seen on my last trip into the city. It was on a Sunday walk down Broadway in the Soho section of Manhattan. She and I struck up a conversation at a vendor’s stand. Her name was Kelly. She was over six feet tall and from looking at her I knew she must have been a model. She had the kind of skin and complexion you rarely see. It was hard for me not to go down on her in the middle of the street. She had long blond hair, a perfect smile, and long gorgeous legs. I had been thinking about her since that day. We talked at the vendor’s stand. I helped her pick out a counterfeit pocket book and invited her for coffee. She made me so hot. It was the same kind of automatic, unexplainable chemistry I had when I saw Maria. She was from a small town in Minnesota. Barely legal, I didn’t think she had too much sexual experience outside dating some farm boys that may have taken her for a two-minute roll in the hay. I called her from the apartment and invited her for dinner at Union Café. She barely remembered me but when I said I was a partner at one of the big PR firms in the city, everything clicked and she agreed to meet me.

Looking at her was like looking at a work of art. She was perfect. Perfect nose, perfect hair, and perfect teeth. She wore leather pants with cowboy boots that made her over six feet tall. Everyone in the restaurant was staring at us. They must have thought I was with my daughter. Her parents were dead and she had a brother who lived in Minnesota. They fought over their parent’s estate. She hadn’t spoken with him for months. He thought she moved to L. A. to pursue an acting career, but here she was in NYC trying to make it as a model. She lived at the Barbazon, but her money was running low and she didn’t know where she would go when she had to come up with next month’s rent. I was falling in love for the first time in years. She probably viewed me as a mother confessor. She was too naïve to guess that I was a lesbian and the fact that I owned slaves was beyond her wildest imagination. I walked her back to the Barb and made arrangements to meet her the following day for dinner at the apartment. I told her I would help her get some interviews and she knew I had a nice size apartment, which she could stay in if she needed to. I arranged to meet her for a before dinner drink and took her to the apartment through my private elevator.

I cooked a wonderful salmon dinner. I knew she wasn’t a meat eater. We talked about her career goals and modeling. It presented the perfect opportunity to ask her to model for me. She wasn’t even suspicious when I asked her to undress so I could see her body. Her breasts were milky white. Her nipples were round and pink. She looked just like the famous Marilyn Monroe pictorial. I asked her to pose in various positions, noticing her beautiful hands and arms and her perfectly sculptured feet and toes. Her vagina was unshaven. I wondered if she were wet. I wondered if she had any idea at all of what I was thinking, what I was capable of. I got up from the chair and walked over to her. She didn’t know what to think when I kissed her. "Please move in with me. Your rent is due next week at the Barbazon. Why not share my place." She was confused, a bit dazed. "I will take care of you." I could see she was considering it.

"Are you sure it will be ok."

I said what she wanted to hear. "Yes. It will be fine."

Kelly moved in four days before the rent was due. I told her I was a private person and didn’t want anyone to know about us. It might hurt the interview process. So she didn’t tell a soul. For the first few days she slept in the guest bedroom. I cooked her dinner and took care of her clothes. She probably felt that she was living with mom. She was watching TV in our living room when I asked her to come into my bedroom. I wanted to show her something. She had on boy’s underpants and a robe. I asked her to lie down on the bed on her belly. She thought it was a game when I told her that we represented a firm that made security devices and I wanted her opinion on a few of their products. She didn’t blink when I put her in heavy metal anklets. "Try walking in them." I pushed the number 17 on my TV switch. The secret wall in my closet opened. "Let me show you something." She hobbled into the closet. I took out my key and opened the inner door. She saw my secret apartment. "Come here." I said. She stepped inside. "Try out the mattress. On your belly." She trusted me. When she went to her belly I attached the chain connected to the floor bolt and left her attached to the bed. I came over to her on the bed and kissed her hard on the lips. I moved my tongue down her back into her private area.

"What are you doing?" She tried to resist, but the ankle chain was attached to the floor bolt. "What are you doing?"

I came back to where she was standing and quickly took her left arm and twisted it back. The cuff went on the left wrist with a click, then the right arm came back and the second cuff was secured.

"What is going on? What are you doing? Take these cuffs off. Let me out of here. Are you crazy?"

I told her to get back on her belly so I could get them off. It was joke, a bad joke. She went back to the bed on her belly. I came over and attached connecting chain from her anklets to the wrist cuffs. She couldn’t move. I then got out a wide discipline collar from the nightstand, quickly secured it around her neck, and attached the loose end to the wall bolt. She couldn’t move. I wanted to begin explaining everything to her, but I was so hot for her. I hadn’t had her yet and I wanted to taste her more than anything. I think she still thought it was a game when I went down on her. She tasted like honey. I spent hours licking her. She gushed and gushed as orgasm followed orgasm. I licked her long legs, licked her toes, and quietly began to explore breasts and nipples. Even the sweaty smell of her armpits drove me crazy as I rubbed my clit along her thigh, Cumming with such intensity that it felt like a male ejaculation.

"I have a pony farm in New Jersey. Instead of the kind of ponies you see in Minnesota, my pony farm has beautiful young ladies like yourself. I know you think I am crazy. That is normal, but in time you will find that I am quite serious. You will be trained as my slave girl. No one knows where you are or where to look. You simply vanished. In a few days, you will be transported to my farm where you will begin training. Everything form your former life is over, you will start anew as my slave. I expect absolute obedience. In time it will be second nature for you. You will come to enjoy your slavery and become dependant on me for everything. I know this sounds ridiculous, but in time you will forget your past life. I know it is hard for you, little one, but you must think about it. It is your new reality."

I had the slave hood in the same night stand as the chains and cuffs, but before putting it over Kelly’s head for the evening, I wanted to taste her again. Never before had I hungered so for a woman’s nectar. She gave off a sweet smell that was enslaving me. I could not get enough. Finally, after a few more orgasms, I secured the hood over her, leaving her in darkness. I couldn’t leave the room. I wanted to be with her, I wanted to hold her, comfort her tears. I got up and washed off, then took a warm cloth and softly washed her legs and inner parts. She was sore and wet. I stayed with her through the night, listening to her sobbing.

Training someone I had such strong feeling for would be very difficult so I decided to return to the farm. Lynn and Tricia came into the city with the van and we moved Kelly without a problem. When she got to the farm it was after midnight and I thought it best if she spend the rest of the night with me. Anne was locked in a cage in the bedroom, Maria was in Lynn’s room waiting for her return and Tricia was put in the barn with instructions to chain herself in her stall until morning. Tricia had become a trustee/assistant to Lynn and was often left unchained during the day so she could help with the work. She was always rechained at night, especially if she weren’t sharing someone bed. I knew she would follow instructions, not only because she was happy here, but also she knew that there would be hell to pay if she disobeyed. I don’t know why, but in the middle of the night I got out of bed. Kelly was still sobbing under her hood. She couldn’t move. Anne was sound asleep inside the cage at the foot of my bed. I looked in Lynn’s room and saw that she and Maria were wrapped in each other’s arms. I could see the ankle chain running from Maria’s cuff. I walked to the barn and checked Tricia’s stall. It was locked. I opened the door with my key and saw her inside secured by her collar chain. She heard me enter and looked up.

"Is anything wrong Mistress?

"No Tricia, go back to sleep. All is well."

Chapter 8. Training Kelly

I let Kelly sleep in the next morning. She had a very difficult time adjusting to the slave hood and I know she didn’t get to sleep till after three a.m. I asked Lynn to get her while I decided to work with the other girls for the first time in a month. Anne, Maria, and Tricia had already been washed, fed and secured to floor bolts in the barn. I wanted them to be a training example for Kelly. Lynn didn’t bother to take her chains off or feed her. She took off her hood and slave collar and told her to follow. Kelly had to take baby steps in order not to trip on the short ankle chains, but Lynn was patient with her and they made it into the barn in due time. All the slaves were naked except for a long chain connected to their anklets. At my command I ordered them to belly, kneel, crawl, go onto your back, feet in the air. I put them through their paces for a half hour. If they hesitated, I whipped them. I walked over to each one. I inspected them slowly. "Are you happy Maria?" "Yes mistress." "Are you ready to pull the chariot for me, Tricia?" "Yes Mistress." "How are you today, Anne? Fine Mistress." "Anne, show Kelly your nipple rings. Show her your back. Maria, do you remember your first six months with me?" "Yes mistress." "Lynn, please hitch the girls to a single chariot. I want to show Kelly what is in store for her." It took awhile, but all three girls were put in head gear and body harnesses. They were shoed and chained to the chariot. Lynn rode while I walked alongside with Kelly. After the ride the girls were brought back into the barn for showering and a rub while I took Kelly back inside the house.

"Kelly, you are going to be my love slave. From the moment I saw you in Coho, I knew I must have you or die. You won’t understand this for sometime, but you will be trained to be my personal body slave. Satisfying me will consume you. You will begin pony training with Mistress Lynn in the morning, but you will share my bed in the evenings. Soon you will adjust to your new life. I will help you best by being the strictest mistress possible. You will always know where you stand. You will wear a special chastity belt. I will have the only key since you will not be having sex with anyone but me. You are around the same height as Maria and will train as a matched pair. I will have Lynn pierce your nipples tomorrow and next week sometime Mistress Kathy will be here for the weekend and will brand you on your ass cheek. Once the nipple rings heal, you will be bedded with Maria so you get to know her body. Your nipple rings will attach you and your head harnesses, so your bodies will feel like one. I know you are in excellent health, so train well and Mistress Lynn won’t have to whip you."

I walked over to where she was standing and placed my finger inside her. Just the touch of her made me weak. How I loved her. I could see the hate in her eyes, but she was soaking wet when I tasted her sweet nectar. How could I make this beauty into a pony girl? It was still early afternoon, but I couldn’t help myself. I put her on my bed and drank her in for hours. I finally got up and took her to the toilet to pee, after which I slowly fitted her chastity belt around her tummy and through her private parts. "Lynn, please take her away and start her training." I went back into the bedroom and cried.

Kelly and Maria had spent the past several nights chained in the same stall. First Maria was on top, then Kelly. A six-inch chain connecting their nipple rings, as well as head harnesses and anklets, attached them. They were both belted but I decided not to gag them. I thought it might help Kelly to listen to Maria’s story. I watched and listened on the TV in my bedroom. Kelly still wanted to escape, but Maria assured her that that was impossible. I wanted the two girls to bond so I didn’t chain their hands or arms.

They could touch and kiss and fondle. They could even get each other off from the sensation of the nipple rings, but their vaginas were safely locked inside the chastity belts making penetration impossible. In the morning Lynn detached them and took Maria in for a loving oil rub, shower and release form the belt. I knew Lynn had feeling for Maria and saw her massaging her, allowing her hands to give Maria the release she craved. I took personal charge of Kelly and oiled and washed her after a difficult night of nipple attachment. She was adjusting to her situation and allowed me to bathe and massage her with just a small anklet attached to the floor bolt. Her hands were free, so she could try to kick me, but as I gentled her, she became more submissive. She was now shaved and branded, with nipple rings and a small nose ring similar to those worn by Maria, Tricia, and Anne. Her body had tanned from her summer runs and she could hardly recognize herself in the mirror. It took weeks of training before Lynn broke her to the bit, but now she appeared to be cooperating.

I was training her in the evenings. She came to my bed every night except when training with Maria. I taught her what I liked, including how to polish my toes. I loved watching her masturbate, savoring the aroma she let off. It was like a room full of expensive perfume. I had Maria teach her to dance and together they would glide around the floor while Lynn and I watched. One evening I took off their belts before they danced. They were the two most beautiful women I had ever seen. One was Mediterranean and dark, the other blond and Nordic looking. I ordered them to belly, then to the nipple chain positions. They instantly obeyed. "You may kiss and make love," I commanded. They went wild. Their pent up emotion for each other had grown out of control. They were wrapped around each other like two young snakes. They went on for hours until they were spent.

Maria and Kelly were already attached for the run when I came out. Tricia, at Lynn’s command, had prepared them for the run. Both women were ravishing. I walked over to each one, inspecting their harness, adjusting their bits. I brought some Vaseline to grease their tails before I personally instructed them to lift their leg so I could insert their plugs. Their chastity belts were adjusted too tightly for a long run, so I removed them and rubbed salve into both girls’ vaginas. I didn’t want either of them to be too uncomfortable for the run. When I finally mounted the chariot, I could see that the pony boots on Kelly were untied. I called Lynn over and told her to put Tricia on the hoist and hang her there till I returned. I looked at Tricia and told her she would be given thirty lashes after the run! I remounted the chariot and swung my whip in the air, careful not to harm my beautiful girls. At the sound of the whip we were off. The three of us walking, running, trotting through strawberry fields and private pathways. When the ride was over I dismounted and detached the bits and head harnesses. Before taking them down from the chariot bars, I inserted a finger from my right hand inside Kelly. I inserted a finger from my left hand inside Maria. I love you my precious ponies. Cum for your Mistress.