Jodie's Slaves Part Two - Sex Stories

Jodie's Slaves Part Two

... if she had me over the end we had filed and sanded until smoothed over or the end that was still rough and sharp or in the middle.

The other horse has a narrow flat area on top; we had drilled holes through the thin board that would accept several size dildos, plugs, or whatever she wanted to mount to the top of it or stick through the holes.

Jodi’s cameras had taken some getting used to but this is the selfie generation and she wanted them set up. She also found our outdated handheld camcorder and had me charge it up and set up on its tripod as well as my little red Canon snapshot camera that does decent video too. She wanted to capture every angle of my first time on the horses.

I had a small cooler with water and some snacks in case we got thirsty. Passing by the wild rose bush with its fragrant roses and prickly little thorns I wanted to take some cuttings as a gift for her Mistress and came back with nippers and made a nice centerpiece for the table of colorful red blooms to contrast the warm and dark colors of the barn, leather and ropes. The shiny buckles and rings giving the test shots I took from each device glints of light in the strong steel that would soon secure her submission.

Checking the time I was almost ready. I dashed into the house to pee and make sure I didn't have to poop and relieved I seemed clean. I checked my makeup and added more to make sure my tears would stream black lines down my face as Mistress wanted to see. I took two Alieve ...

... tablets that should kick in about the time we would be done and took two stiff shots of spiced rum on the rocks. Some pain was okay I supposed but knew today was going to be really hard to take. I shivered as the rum warmed my throat.

I was on my knees naked, head down on the hall floor on the picnic blanket waiting when Mistress walked in. She was silent for a long time and I risked a peek up at her through my lashes. The unbridled joy on her face was fragile...and beautiful. And for the first time I began to understand just what this arrangement might mean to her.

“You are so hot! You are a forbidden fantasy come true, Toy, and I am very pleased with you right now,” she whispered before kneeling down and kissing me, pressing herself to my naked body and holding me so close. Then she grabbed a fistful of my hair and jerked my head back hard. “Now let’s play!”

She pinched my nipples fondly and stood up, retrieving a shopping bag she had left at the barn entrance.

“While Julie was waiting in line for us at the food court, I bought a new outfit, just for you. Undress me and you can see it,” she ordered teasingly. Filled with curiosity, I was quick to get her out of her clothes. She was gorgeous. There was no other word. Her stomach was flat and taut, her hips flared just so to shapely thighs which tapered to trim, delicate ankles. Her breasts were smaller than mine, some of the cruder men of my husband’s acquaintance would no doubt call them too small, but they fit her ...