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Heel Puppy	By : NoRefund Category: BtVS AU/AR > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 35145 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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((Sorry I took so long with this update but let's just say I had to find the fun again, as that is what this should be, fun! But thanks to xta for letting me have my own fucking work back ;) but also big whoops to MileysMainMan and zoogirl for giving a shit. ))
Piggies, Paddles And Saddles
"Ok, let's try that again shall we", said Master Spike in a casually threatening manner as once more I had failed to provide a suitable answer, "What's your name?"
"Puwwy Mtht....ow", I shrieked as his crop once more struck my breasts that were becoming sorer with each wrong answer.
"Now we're going to keep doing this until you get it right, you don't want to be gelded do you?"
I didn't know what that meant but it sounded painful...and permanent.
"Now what is your name?"
"Thiwwamohh Math....ow!", I tried again but the leather bridle I had on was uncomfortable and the bit that drove across my mouth pushed my lips so far back that I was incapable of making a recognizable sound. Maybe that's what was annoying him.
He lashed at my boobs with a swift crack of what I could tell was his favorite pony training tool. I had been here under his expert tutelage for less than an hour and I was already failing miserably, luckily I could not see my Mistresses as they were off in the club house celebrating their engagement with the other ladies, gentlemen and slaves of the club we were now proud members of. If I could see them I would've wept at my constant and total failure. I was told that while I was in pony training my new name was 'Cinnamon' but even when I answered that it was my name, I was still being punished. That's when it struck me, not another lash of the crop, but the answer that Master Spike wanted.
"C'mon you bad young filly, what...is...your...name?"
"Eeeeiiigghh", I replied with a cross between a whinny and a neigh.
He smiled widely and stroked my newly touched up hair. It was an even more dazzling shade of platinum blond now, but it was a little sticky as the sweat poured from me under the weight of all the riding tack I was now wearing. But how did I get here? Well........
Today started like any other day.
I was gobbling up a line of scrambled eggs that Mistress Willow had trailed along the bedroom floor. Slurping my tongue over every spot of egg that I had prepared for them, I was so happy to be in the company of such a loving pair of owners. This truly was heaven for me.
"Don't think we've forgotten about last night Puppy. We were very, very pleased with your performance", said Mistress Willow with a wide genuine smile of gratitude.
I thought I might pass out with joy. Serving my Mistresses was everything to me and knowing that I had pleased them, very very pleased them, was the greatest compliment I could possibly hear.
"Thankyou Mistress, it was my pleasure Mistress", I replied as I licked the last of the egg from the floor and knelt by her side of the bed.
"Nah, don't be like that Puppy", added Mistress Faith, "We think you deserve a BIG reward for that, so before we go out we'll give it to you"
"Thankyou Mistress Faith, but you don't have to give me anything. I love you both so much I would do anything to please you Mistress", I said honestly.
"I know that, but we want to show you how proud we are of you. So after we get ready, it'll be your turn. Now I need the bathroom", my brunetter owner said as she flipped back the duvet and walked across the room to the door. She didn't have to click her fingers or give me an encouraging swipe with a crop anymore as I was more than willing to service her in ANY way I could and so dropped to my hands and knees and crawled after her.
I attended to her needs with my loving tongue giving wide wet strokes to both her slits, she even yelped when I narrowed my tongue and slipped it deep into her butthole and gave a circling motion. I had never heard her yelp before, that was my territory. I hummed against her backdoor and I felt her whole body quiver as this was a sensation I had never given her before.
"Woah, Puppy. That feels fucking great but maybe later ok?", she said as she pushed me off gently.
"Yes Mistress", I replied hoping that I'd be allowed the honor of pleasuring her.
As she brushed her teeth she scratched at her nicotine patch which Mistress Willow had bought for her. As much as Mistress Faith loved her cigarettes she loved her soon-to-be wife even more and so had began a course of weening her off the smokes. It had lead to some mood swings but nothing that a little head from yours truly couldn't cure.
She carried on brushing while trying not to laugh at my continued debasement. After I too had brushed my teeth she even allowed me use some mouthwash. Another good sign that I was going to lick my owners until they came in my mouth. Yes!
"We're gonna shower and get dressed now, so go on girl, go do your job. And doggie voice until you come back in", she mocked as she slapped her thighs in that overly dramatic way that most dog owners do.
I wished I was allowed to put my tail in, but that would come later, I hoped. As I was now classified as a pet I was allowed to be naked in public but on a leash only, so, without one of my owners restraining me I had to stay on our property. I crawled out the front door and across the neatly trimmed lawn until I sat by the mailbox wearing my favorite collar. I sat on my haunches with my forearms resting against my chest and my wrists bent down and had to fight to stop the urge to wriggle and blush. I also had to fight off the taunts of the neighbors who took great delight in laughing at me, taking photos and trying to encourage me to deter from my duty.
Once, Mary, a woman who lived down the street, mocked me so much I shouted at her. She told Mistress Willow and after solid spanking, which Mary joined in, right there on the front lawn for everyone to see, I was lead around to the back lawn and left chained to my kennel for two days and nights, though it felt like an eternity. Neither Mistress would speak to me, they would just leave my food and leave. It broke my heart to have offended them so much and once they got over their disappoint I re-doubled my efforts to be the best little pet they could ever hope for. So far so good.
After thirty loooong minutes of jibes and whistles from passing cars the mailman finally appeared grinning widely. The first time he saw me waiting to collect the mail he was a little shocked but Mistress Faith was there to explain it and ever since then he looked forward to seeing me.
"Good morning Puppy, how are you today?", he said as he ruffled my hair.
"Woof, woof", I answered in the jolliest tone I could and wished I had my tail in so I could wag it at him.
"Looks like just bills today I'm afraid. Aren't you going to thank me?"
I nodded and bent over so I could kiss his sneakered feet. They were relatively clean time, not like the time he had taken shortcut across the sandpit in the neighbors garden and had me lick all the yellow grit from them.
"Good Puppy"
I opened wide and he popped the mail into my mouth. As I turned to bound back inside he couldn't help but give my ass a quick slap. I almost dropped the mail but I was very well trained at this point and so clamped my teeth down even harder on the envelopes.
Once I scampered into the kitchen I could see my owners were dressed even better than usual. Mistress Willow in a short denim skirt and a flowing white peasant blouse and her dark haired counterpart was in smart looking black pants and a lilac shirt, both with neat crisp lines seared along them and I should know, as I was the one who spent hours meticulously ironing them. It was a different look for both of them but they both looked stunning.
Once Mistress Faith took the mail from my mouth and cursed at the rising price in electricity, I was allowed my breakfast. My flame haired domme opened a tin of beef and ham flavor and mashed it up in my bowl but, when I went to eat, she stopped me and motioned to my other domme to whom I turned.
They wanted to keep me full of fitness and vitality so I snuffled around Mistress Faith's palm as I gulped down my vitamin pills, my worming medicine and, most importantly, my birth control. With Master Xander becoming a frequent playmate of mine we really didn't want any 'accidents'.

"And...as you've been such a good little doggie, I think you deserve a treat", said Mistress Willow as she grated some parmesan on top of my Alpo.
I tucked into my meal with gusto, I was so used to it that even the slightest change in my diet was strange, but the cheese on top tasted so damn good that I couldn't help but down it all in record time. As the slimy chunks of meat rolled around in my mouth I chewed away quite content and before I knew it I was licking the bottom of the bowl clean. I knew it would be a mistake and, almost right on cue, I started hiccuping.
"You ok, Puppy?"
"I..hic....think I may hic have the hiccups, Mistress.......hic"
"Try drinking some water", Mistress Willow instructed as I lowered my head over the bowl emblazoned with my true name; Puppy. I lapped at the water but as much as I swallowed, my hiccups just wouldn't go away. The water splashed all over my face as I drank from the dish at their feet but it didn't help.
"Ok, plan B", said my dark haired Mistress as she rummaged around in the cutlery drawer. She pulled out a ping pong paddle and my first thought was, why was that in the cutlery drawer.
I pushed my ass as high in the air as I could to form a rigid line along my back, raised my head and kept my arms arrow straight. I had been taught how by spending many hours acting as Mistess Faith's footstool with my ankles, knees, wrists and elbows tied together with a coarse rope that irritated my skin.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
Though it hurt less than the crop of the whip it still stung my butt, which quickly burnt, as the blows came down alternating from cheek to cheek. I let out a small, almost indistinguishable moan of pleasure as my rear end warmed. The pain was forever coupled with my pleasure as all my training had impressed on me. But the delightful slaps stopped quickly.
"Better?"
I nodded briefly before; "Hic"
"Ok then, that's it. Sorry Buffy, but if you ain't gonna take this serious then we don't want you anymore. You can have your old life back now Buffy 'cos we're bored of this shit now. So go get dressed and you can go home", said Mistress Faith cruelly.
All the color drained from my face and my lip started to quiver. They didn't want me anymore? What did I do that offended them so much? How could I go back to that old life? I couldn't stand it, it's only now, after searching for so many years, that I understand where I belong. And that's on a leash at my Mistresses feet. My whole body juddered with the fear of going back to being 'Buffy'. I had almost forgotten that was even my name...and I despised it. My mind raced a thousand thoughts as I tried to stop from bursting into tears and my terror shot through every inch of my being.
Before I could think of a reasoned thought Mistress Faith knelt down by me and raised my chin so I looked her directly in the eye, something I was forbidden to do unless they so wished it as I was nothing more than a pet for them, so it was unseemly to even think I was their equal. Only equals looked each other in the eyes.
"Puppy...I was kidding"
Huh? What? Huh, again?
"My Ma always told me that the best way to cure hiccups was by scaring someone. And look, I scared you...and you're hiccups have gone", she gloated.
Oh my god! One, she was right, but two, that was so evil. It worked, but I had never been so frightened, so helpless in my life. I breathed a sigh of relief and kissed her boots with as much love and obedience as I could as that was one moment I would never want to repeat. It may have been just a means to an end but it was an example of what could happen if I ever failed in my service of my Mistresses.
"I'm sorry Puppy", she said with a kiss on my forehead by way of an apology, "Tell you what, I think it's time for your reward".
Mistress Faith lead me into the living room and unbuckled my collar giving it a slight sniff, "Hmm, I think this needs a wash, but don't worry we got plenty of collars for ya"
"Thankyou Mistress", I beamed as I knew that the removal of my collar could only mean one thing.
My brunette owner threw my collar in the kitchen sink for me to wash later, she was right though, all the sweat had started to make it reek a bit. She came back in and handcuffed me behind my back. The cold steel felt thrilling on my skin as I was usually only bound in leather so this made a nice change.
Mistress Willow came back into the living room and sat on the sofa next to her fiance and smiled widely.
"Ok, Puppy, seeing as you performed so well last night we're going to let you cum. So go ahead", she said.
From my kneeling position I looked at both my owners and pulled at my cuffs. I had no idea what they wanted me to do but from this angle I couldn't even reach my pussy let along stimulate myself. Where the hell was I going to get any friction from?
"Permission to speak Mistress?"
"Granted Puppy", she said glibly.
"I..I'm not sure how I can cum, Mistress. I can't...well I...", I stammered not wanting them to think I wasn't grateful for their gift.
"Looks like you need a little help. Red?". I could see a mischievous sparkle in both their eyes as they looked towards me.
"Indeed she does, look what I got here", my redheaded Mistress said as she held out Mr Gordo, "He's been your best friend for so long, I think it's about time you took it to the next level. Come on Puppy, tell Mr Gordo how much you love him. How much you want him. Oh wait, as you're now our pet I think he's above you in the chain of command so you should call him Master Gordo"
I shuffled forward until my gaze met the stuffed pig's own black beady eyes.
"Oh Master Gordo, you're the sweetest little pig ever. I love you so much, I want you so badly", I started and leant forward to kiss him on the stitches of his snout. The burst of laughter from Mistress Faith let me know I was doing the right thing so I carried on with my amorous intent. I opened my mouth and tried to make out with him, moaning like the slut I am.
"Your snout is so pretty", I said lustfully as I licked his snout a little more and kissed him all over the face and worked my way up until I was nibbling on his ear. The soft material absorbed my saliva as I continued to talk dirty to him.
"Master Gordo, you're so hot..I want you...please Master, I want to love you....your skin is so perfect... I want to kiss you all over". With this, Mistress Willow flipped him over so I could kiss and lick his sexless crotch. I nuzzled my face inbetween his legs and kissed it passionately, snaking my tongue along the space between his legs and then pulled his tail in between my lips and sucked on it lovingly getting a mouthful of fluff for my troubles.
"Well I..think...you've turned him ...on", my former lover said around her chuckles as she placed him legs up on the floor, "Go on, finish him off"
I straddled my toy pig and lowered my salivating lower lips on to him. I slowly rode him back and forth, his smooth material felt so good against my own hairless pussy and even muffled the ever present tickle of my clit bell, and I struggled to keep him in place and had to shuffle about as he slid over the smooth finish of the wood flooring. This made my owners laugh even more and kept telling me how reposition myself so I could face the webcam which always seemed to be on these days. I had already been banned from Twitter for describing my life in lurid detail so we had to stick with my site to show the world just what my life was now; a carousel of spankings and shame. It was a life I had only ever dreamed of before.
As I pushed against him one of his little legs slipped into my pussy and I had to kneel up and wiggle him free. I thought my Mistresses were going to hyperventilate with laughter when I did that, but as long as I pleased the women who meant everything to me, nothing else mattered. My pride, my shame, my love, all I was and would ever be now belonged to them and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Once he popped his leg out I had to use my teeth to flip him over on his back again. I squatted on my porcine lover once more and rode him hard with the cuffs pulling tight against my wrists as his little manufacturing tag scratched at my clit. I was so wet and horny that I barely noticed my ass skidding on the floor no doubt causing friction burns but at this point there was no way I would ever stop. As my breasts bounced up and down almost with a will of their own I could hear the muffled chuckles coming from the amazing women who were now my reason to live.
"Oh that's it Master..I....feel so fucking great...oh fuck your whore Master..fuck me hard...ooh, you're so biggy my little piggy...I'm just your filthy little slut...that's it Master...aahhhh", I gasped as due to my celibacy of the last few days I was already on the verge of climaxing. "Ohhh, Master....you're the best man I've ever had....you're so fucking....gooooOOOOODDD!!"
My body juddered as my juices poured out all over my best friend. I slowed my thrusting hips as he lay in a pool of my love stew, slowly sticking to the floor. It was the best orgasm I had felt in a while, although I had just mounted my beloved childhood toy. As my breathing slowed I looked up at my Mistresses who were applauding wildly, but after I received a nod from Mistress Faith I knew I wasn't quite finished.
With my heart still pounding in my ears I bent over and slowly started to lick and suck all my cum off my piggy Master.
"Oh Master...Gordo...you were so good...I love you Master...I'm not worthy of someone...as magificent as you...", I said arount my slurps as I drew every droplet I had spilled into my mouth and swallowed it's sweetened flavor with relish whilst making sure I had cleaned every sticky drop from the floor too.
"Good show Puppy", Mistress Willow said as she went over to her computer, "Shit! We just got a record amount of hits!", she gasped.
Mistress Faith joined her by the monitor and pointed at one name that kept visiting my website, "Why does that user name seem familiar...is that?"
"Let me check their e-mail address....yep, I think it is".
They looked at me and then at each other and once more burst out laughing. I wonder what they saw that was so amusing. Was it someone I knew? An old boyfriend or someone from school? I guess I would find out sooner rather than later.
As my breathing returned to normal Mistress Willow went upstairs to fetch something.
"Red you packed? Oh sorry Puppy, didn't I mention that after all the hectic shit this week we're going away for the weekend in the country? Don't worry, you're coming too as we've got to introduce you to everyone in the club which, thanks to you, we're in", my Bostonian domme said as she combed my hair unti it looked perfect.
Mistress Willow came back down with a pair of suitcases. I remembered I had bought them for us last year when we went to Florida for a week, that was the first time I had tried to convince her to spank me. It took most of a bottle of tequila but she wailed on my butt so well that night, I can almost cum with that memory alone. It would be a long time before we did that again but now, huh, it's like another lifetime ago for me.
"We ain't gonna put your tail in today, not yet at least 'cos you're gonna drive us to the club's country place, Puppy. And we don't want you to lose concentration and crash do we?"
"No Mistress, of course not Mistress", I enthused but I still felt empty without it. Literally.
"Good, so get put on the stuff we laid out on our bed. Be back down in ten minutes", commanded Mistress Willow as she took off my handcuffs and placed them in her purse.
"Yes Mistress, right away Mistress", I said back and bounded up the stairs. To be honest, I was a little worried as it had been a while since I had driven and even then I wasn't that good at it. I'm going to have to concentrate and try my hardest.
When I came back downstairs my owners gave me the once over to make sure I looked right. I had on a very low cut top which barely contained my breasts and tied around my neck was a glittery silver tie that lead down and was tucked into my huge cleavage. I missed my collar but I was assured that once we reached our destination I would be get it back. Another fine motivator for me. The outfit was completed by a pair of leather hot pants which, after a long drive, would no doubt end up baking my ladies areas, the outfit was finished off with latex driving gloves and tongue-cleansed flats.
"Almost ready, now just to make sure we have your concentration", Mistress Willow said as she held up my muzzle.
I hadn't worn the thing in ages and really didn't like it, but who was I to question the whims of my owners. The heavy leather bit slid into my mouth and clamped down on my tongue as the steel mesh wrapped around my jawline and was buckled at the back of my head. It touched just under my nose and as I tried to move my mouth I found it was as restrictive as I remembered as it tucked under my chin and held my teeth firmly together. There was no way I would ever make a sound in this.
As I picked up their bags Mistress Faith put a chauffeurs hat on me to complete the look. As I stepped outside I felt a little weird, not because of the muzzle, though that didn't help, but being without my collar felt so damn wrong. But I could tell it was just an incentive for me not to kill us all in a fiery hellball on the freeway.
"And don't go over thirty, we want everyone to see you", Mistress Willow said as I closed the car door behind them.
"Mmmm", I murmured back as I got in the front, turned the keys and pulled off.
"Yo Puppy. Music", my East Coast owner ordered and so I pressed play on the stereo.
I could see in the rearview mirror that Mistress Willow grimaced as some heavy metal band tore through the car's stereo.
"What? You don't like Avenged Sevenfold, Red? I know after 'Waking The Fallen' they went all shit but.."
"Don't you have anything less....grrrrr-ish?", she asked sweetly knowing that her pout could instantly crumble her fiances resolve.
"Urrr, fine. Puppy, next cd. Would Tuuli make you happy babe?"
"Yes, you know I love them"
We seemed to get stuck at every red light and I swear that the middle school crossing guards made us wait twice as long so that all the kids could have a good look and a good laugh at my steel encased face. They could see my blushing through the mesh and I hoped to get out of town as soon as I could.
My Mistresses were too busy making out to notice my continuing humiliation but with every toot of passing cars they knew that they were doing their job properly.
"Now we're in the club we can start on Puppy's pony training", I overheard Mistress Willow say with a squee as they broke their enlongated kiss.
"At last", Faith sighed, "I've been dying to ride her round the in the country"
"Me too"
"I bet you want to do it all Victorian style eh? Like a real lady with the hat and the bussel and eveything?", my brunette goddess smirked for which she received a gentle swat on the arm.
"Well...yes, I do actually", her fiance said back a little sheepishly.
"Do I know you or what?"
"Yes my love, you do", Mistress Willow said honestly as she took her woman's hand into her own.
I knew that Mistress Faith loved these simple gestures but they never seemd trivial to her, so she raised their hands to her mouth and kissed Mistress Willow's knuckles tenderly.
"I love you so fucking much it hurts me sometimes, Red", I overheard as the emotion in Mistress Faith's voice threatened to consume her words.
"Ditto"
It was the cheesiest line either of them could say but once after they watched 'Ghost' for the tenth time, Mistress Willow started using it and it soon became as much a habit as leaving her shoes on the stairs, putting syrup on her pancakes or making me drink her pee from my dogbowl.
"Do you ever feel bad, about us getting married when Puppy has no-one?"
"Kinda, but it's not like we're gonna get rid of her or love her any less will we", stated Mistress Faith in a tone that no-one would question.
"Of course not, but maybe she needs a playmate....or just a mate?"
"Good idea, maybe we can advertise on her site, it gets enough fucking hits doesn't it"
"Yes, but the entries for the essay contest are being slow, and the ones that do come in are so damn long they'd take forever to plan, and I know how you get bored easily"
"How about this, Red. Instead of essays how about they write a three minute scene we can act out live for her website. If we keep 'em short we can do a whole range of fetishes without getting bored or nothing", Mistress Faith suggested.
"It would be easier for her site members to write in, and easier for us to act out. Yes, let's do that", my redheaded Mistress said with a firm nod.
I could hear the soft click of Mistress Willow opening her Blackberry to access the admin of my website that had given a step by step account of my humiliation and willing slavery. It had brought in an obscene amount of money so far and showed no signs of slowing down as deviancy was the about the only growth market in the whole economy.
"What shall we put on it?"
"How about...er, 'Wanted: Puppy girl for puppy fun with our own puppy girl' ?"
"I think you overused the word 'puppy' there sweetie, but I get what you mean", replied Mistress Willow as she tapped away on it's screen for the next hour or so, updating and sharing a giglgle with Mistress Faith every now and then as I could faintly hear them plotting. Whatever it was, I knew I wasn't going to be bored.

I was so glad when we arrived, and not just because my driving was good enough to get us here but the place was stunning. It had been a long trip but it really was lovely out here. I opened the door for my owners as they stepped out and took in the scenery.
"This is fucking sweet.", gushed Mistress Faith as she looked around at the clear blue sky and inhaled the freshest of air.
"It is isn't it. Puppy, strip", Mistress Wilow ordered. She helped me off with the muzzle and flexed my face a bit, relieved that it was off. Once my clothes were off, folded neatly and placed in the trunk I relished the feeling of the cool air on my skin, especially my crotch that baked in those hot pants. Though I was naked, once Mistress Faith buckled my red leather collar on I felt complete.
"Willow, Faith! I'm so glad you made it", came the call of Mistress Drusilla who ran up to them and hugged them both, "How are you?"
"Y'know us Dru, five by five"
I dropped to my knees and awaited to be addressed.
"Puppy, are you well?", she asked.
"Woof, woof", I replied politely and leant forward and gave a quick kiss to both her shoes.
"Ooh, she is so well trained. She's a credit to you both", she said which, I could've sworn, made Mistress Faith blush. That was surprising.
"Thanks Dru, so what's the sitch", my brunette owner quizzed trying to sound casual but I could tell how excited she was.
"First we're going to...oh wait, this is my William", she said as a bleach blond man in a tight black t-shirt and leather pants came over.
"Alright luv, this her then?", he said nodding towards me.
I crawled over to him and kissed both his feet as was appropriate for someone as low as I.
"Hmm, cute...obedient...she's has potential", he said.
"Puppy, this is Master William, or Spike, do you prefer Spike because either way is good with us", Mistress Willow babbled out which made us all, even me, smile.
"It's Spike. Let's have a look at her then", he said as he leant forward and pulled my mouth open to check my teeth. he circled me and slapped me on the ass and squeezed my thighs. "She's small, about eleven hands I'd say, but she'll be ok"
"Cool", said Mistress Faith and handed him the leash that was attached to my collar. He gave it a slight pull and I crawled after him off to one of the wooden buildings across the way.
"Alright then ladies, while my William is getting your horsie ready let's go to the clubhouse for a drink. Everyone is just dying to meet you", I heard Mistress Drusilla say as she linked arms between my owners and hauled them off to the old stone building that backed onto the parking lot.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Congratulations Willow and Faith", cheered Giles as he raised his glass of fine champagne. The other members of the club followed suit as it was so rare for two of their own to marry and their joy was a thing to brighten even the most miserable of souls.
"Thanks guys", beamed Faith back as she held her fiance's hand tight and swapped the deepest sentiments of love they could with merely their eyes that danced with lust and joy.
"But we still have to much to prepare. The caterers, the venue, the music...", blurted out Willow as, though she shared her love's excitement, it was going to be a logistical nightmare.
"Don't worry babe, I got the music covered", boasted Faith.
"If I leave you in charge of that, all it'll be is metal all night"
"Hey, who doesn't like Rammstein?"
"Er, ladies", interrupted the erudite Englishman, "I'm not even sure what a Rammstein is, but as for the venue...why don't you have it here?"
"Here? Now that's a thought, then we wouldn't have to worry about offending people with our leather and shit. And then there's Puppy, I really want her to be a big part of our day", Faith enthused.
"So do I, sweetie. How much would it cost to hire out the club?"
"Oh pish, it would be our wedding gift to you. Plus I am an ordained minister so I can even perform the ceremony if you wish"
"Wow, that'd be wicked cool. Thanks guys", the brunette said as she looked around at all the club members.
"You're very welcome", he said back with a sincere smile.
"Yeah whatever, I need the bathroom. Pinky where are you, you little fuckstain?", Lilah snapped as her pink haired naked slave crawled into the room and lay on her back. The high priced lawyer pulled up her short skirt revealling she was wearing no underwear and squat over the face of the girl once known as Kennedy.
The other members of the organization merely sipped their drinks and watched as if they had seen this scene play before them a thousand times before, but for Willow and Faith it was shocking. After a moment of hesitation Lilah's face flushed a little.
"Ok Pinky, oh...we have ignition", said Lilah as a long turd squeezed out from her tanned ass, "No, I'm not going to pinch, reach up and bite it off. And don't forget to enjoy it bitch"
Without a word Pinky craned her head up and let the faecal matter slide into her mouth and she closed her teeth biting it off. She chewed it slowly and let the foul flavor roll around in her mouth before she swallowed it with a disgusted grimace, as her distressed eyes flitted around the room almost begging for a way out of the life she had sentenced herself to. She opened her mouth once more for the next portion to slip in.
"Yo, Dru. This is fucked up, we didn't sign up for this. It's one thing to let your pet do this to a Mistress she loves, but look at her, she's fucking terrified of Lilah. If you think we're gonna let Puppy get treated like this...", Faith growled with an understandable menace.
"She won't be, I assure you. None of us let Lilah use our slaves, not after seeing what she does to Pinky. I heard that once she even used a weedwacker on her hide. It's important for a slave to be happy in it's service to it's Mistress, a love should bond them, not cruelty."
"Well d'uh", scoffed Willow hiding her mouth behind the rim of her glass.
"I do think that she is the wrong Mistress for her. But this is for certain, Lilah is on very thin ice with us", Drusilla replied with a little worry gilding her voice.
"Why don't you do something then?", pressed the Bostonian as her hatred for Lilah rose at the same rate her pity for Pinky did.
"We have rules here, and until Lilah breaks them. Well, you know how it is"
As much as Willow and Faith despised the Kennedy they knew from High School they couldn't help but feel sickened by this display of utter destruction of this pretty woman. The redhead squeezed her fiance's hand and she responded in kind as they felt so lucky to have their puppy, both their hearts went out to this girl for within Pinky's eyes they didn't see the unfettered admiration of a willing slave but just fear. Her terror could be felt radiating throughout the room as a single tear dribbled down her bruised cheek.
For without love, this was nothing but abuse. Willow had to hold her dark haired lover back as she wanted tell Lilah exactly what she thought of her, but it was not her place. Kennedy had entered this relationship by her own volition but was now so broken she couldn't even imagine a world where pain and degradation were not the norm.
Pinky had finished licking her Mistress clean and so Lilah pulled her skirt back down.
"Now fuck off over to the stables, I don't want to see you filthy fucking face anymore", Lilah said with a swift kick to the ribs as Pinky crawled out of the clubhouse on her hands and knees.
"Now where were we", Lilah said as she picked up her glass of champagne once more leaving everyone in an uncomfortable silence.
"Yes quite", coughed Giles,"Your Puppy, I'm sure Spike is setting her in motion as we speak and then we'll all have the pleasure of seeing him rend her loins in twain"
Faith just nodded along trying to cover up her confusion while Willow understood his unnecessary verbiage.
"Now come, tell us all about Puppy and how you trained her", encouraged Kendra, herself a relatively new advocate of the scene.
"Well it started.......
* * * * * * * * * * *
"Good girl Cinnamon, I've been breaking in frisky little fillies like you for years now and I always get my way", Master Spike boasted as he sounded out my pony name as I looked over the lower half the stable door. I must admit I did kind of like 'Cinnamon'.
He slapped the backs of my thighs a couple of times with his riding crop which made me flinch jangling the bells attached to my nipples clamps.
"Now will you be a good little pony, or do I have to use this more often", he said as he waved the thin crop in front of my face. I gave a short whinny to signal my acceptance of his dominance over me.
"Good girl", he said as he pulled on my reins that lead up to the bridle that held my face firm. With the leather blinkers on my vision was severely hampered and coupled with the rigid collar I had to turn my whole body to look around but, as I wasn't allowed to, I would have to trust him completely or else I would go crashing to the floor.
His free hand snaked across my thighs and ass. I could feel the rough texture of his fingers graze over my skin as he moved around the twelve inch, finely woven tail that hung from my butthole held in place by a plug much wider than my usual tail but it wasn't as long, so I couldn't get the same arousal from it. His chipped nails tickled my front entrance and without a word he slid two fingers into my warm and sopping pussy.
"Like that do you Cinnamon?", he asked as he teased me further with his slow pushing in and out of me.
I couldn't answer as my breath lodged in my throat with the tight leather corset hampering every effort I made, all I could do to show my gratitude was stomp my hoof to the straw laden floor as my whole body quivered. The high heeled boots that stretched to my knees were made to look like hooves and even had metal horseshoes attached to the bottoms so everyone could hear the sharp clanging of every step I took. I had quickly learned that the sheer height of these boots would cut off your circulation so I had to change my weight from leg to leg and shuffle about to keep the blood moving as I didn't want a dead leg and fall over. The asphalt ouside didn't look like the most giving of surfaces.
"Not yet girly, you only get what you earn around here", he said as he pulled his fingers away. I wanted to reach down and finish the job myself but this was a test of my compliance, not to mention the fact that my arms were bent up behind me and bound with each wrist by the opposing elbow, much like when I had to 'audition' to join the club in front of Mistress Lilah. Now I understand why that costume was like that, to see if I could adjust to such a manner of walking in bondage.
My body involuntarily jolted forward only to be dragged back with a sharp tug of the reins.
"Wooahh, there. I think I'm going to enjoy taming a wild filly like you, Cinnamon", he said as he made sure the buckle on my three inch high leather collar was done up nice and tight.
He pulled me out from my holding pen that was decorated with bags of oats, saddlery and many, many whips and paddles designed to break in any willing participants to our scene.
"You are a pony understand? You will not pleasure yourself or touch yourself in any way. You will not speak, you will only communicate by stamping your hoof once for 'No Master' and twice for 'Yes Master'. And just because you're a horsie doesn't mean you can just poo wherever you want. You disobey me and I will punish you severely, got that?", he asked as he twirled his crop around in his fingers.
Stomp! Stomp!
"Good girl", he said with a small wink assuring me that I was safe, but totally under his control. "First we gotta get you to trot and canter right for your presentation, Go"
He lead me outside and I pranced around him feeling pretty stupid but I was his and it was my Mistresses desire that I be trained as a horsie as well as a puppy.
"That's it Cinnamon, head up, shoulders back. Wiggle that sweet little ass of yours, I want to see the tail shake", Master Spike ordered as I swung my hips wile I tottered in my hoof boots. As I circled around him he kept me on a short leash and rested his crop against my buttocks at all times to remind me what happened to naughty young ponies.
CRACK!
His crop lashed both my cheeks as he encouraged me to go a little faster as I had not obeyed his tug of my reins. The asphalt training surface made my shoes clatter as I quickly adapted to his training regimen of slowing and speeding up before coming to a halt. It was a technique he was well versed in.
"This is just your first day here so we won't be going in for full dressage just yet, but I can see you're the kind of pony who'll win a lot of ribbons. Would you like that Cinnamon, to make you Mistresses proud by performing like a nice, well broken pony in front of an audience ?"
I gasped at the thought. Performing in public like this? Bound, gagged and nearly naked? But for my Mistresses nothing was too little to make them happy so I stomped my heavy boot to the floor twice.
He pulled me back into the stables and removed my mouth bit to which I was most grateful for. I stretched my lips so the feeling would come back to them and followed his yanking of the reins over to one side of the modified barn. He helped me to my knees so I could drink cool, refreshing water from the metal trough. I lapped at it with relish as parading in the hot sun for the last hour or so had parched me beyond belief. I looked up to see that across from me was Pinky, the girl formally known as Kennedy. I tried to smile as her but I saw the black eye she carried, no doubt a 'gift' from Mistress Lilah. I shiverred that anyone could treat anyone else so cruelly, it made me appreciate my own Mistresses all the more.
"That's enough", barked Master Spike as he pulled me away. He pushed my mane back behind my ears and he forced the bit back into my mouth with a quick push that yanked my lips back once more and re-attached all the pieces of my bridle though I had no idea what their names were.
"Ah look, it's your owners", he said as my Mistresses walked in drinking from champagne flutes flanked by six other men and women, most of whom I recognised from recent encounters. Instinctively I went to wag my tail to show my joy at their presence.
"Bad filly", snapped Master Spike as he quickly lashed both cheeks with his crop leaving a pair of welts.
I winced as the blows came down but I deserved them as today I was a docile pony, not a playful puppy.
"Now do I need to use this again?", he asked.
I slammed the rounded point of my hoof down twice by way of an apology.
"Ok everyone...showtime", Master Spike said grandly as he helped me to my feet.
With a pull of my reins I began to circle my peroxide touched trainer remembering every word of his instruction. I lifted my leg so my thigh was horizontal and parallel to the ground and then flicked my hoof forward pointing my toe before bringing it down to the ground with a soft clang of metal. I repeated the actions with varying speeds as I heard the collection of Masters and Mistresses commenting on my form and the quick progress I was making. Though the blinkers stopped me from seeing my owners I could sense their pride. And their joy was my joy.
He pulled me to a stop and my audience clapped appreciatively. As Master Spike stroked my hair, which was thick with sweat, I whinnied at his obvious tenderness and pleased that he was the finest in his field.
"Good girl Cinnamon", he said as released my arms from their bondage so I could crawl on my hands and knees behind him. He pulled on my reins and I showed my assets off in front of all the ladies and gentlemen who couldn't resist giving me quick swat or two on the ass with their ever present riding crops. The pain wasn't nasty and it only fuelled my libido all the more.
Master Spike tethered me to a large ring bolted to the floor and removed the unforgiving corset as I waited for another cropping but I was surprised to feel his hands stroke my skin, running his fingers all over my ass, but before I could surrender to his touch I felt something being put on my back and a thick strap reaching under my stomach.
"Woah Cinnamon, it's just your saddle. You're way too small to ride so this is just for show and...well, it gives the stallions something to hold on to when they fuck you silly", he explained.
It sat on my back perfectly as if it was custom made for me and he buckled it on tightly. He attached another harness that ran from it's front horn to the top of my bridle so my head would be high up. He pulled the strap under my torso so it was firm against my ribs with no way to shake it off.
"Ready Pu..I mean Cinnamon", Mistress Willow corrected herself, "Master Spike has agreed that he's going to break you in instead of their stallion. Isn't that kind of him?"
I kicked my foot against the dusty floor twice and all the members of the club grinned.
Master Spike pulled off his t-shirt to show that he was well built with a toned, yet pasty, body. He unzipped his pants and his penis slipped out. I'd had sex with guys in the past, and my own Mistresses had delighted in fucking me with their huge, and I do mean huge strap ons, but this man was a good six inches long, and he wasn't even fully erect yet! Oh shit.
"Go on Spike, give us a show", called a man I would later know as Master Wesley.
Master Spike pulled my tail up and attached it to the rear horn of my saddle as I could hear the titters of amusement begin from the crowd.
"No Cinnamon, legs apart...further", my bleach blond trainer ordered with a quick slap of his crop to my breasts. I shuffled my knees a little wider for this adonis among pony trainers to get full access to my hind quarters.
As Master Spike, with a firm grip, took the two handles on the sides of the saddle he positioned himself. I could feel his throbbing cock waiting by my pussy, his firm head just resting on my sticky lips, I widened my legs a little more and, due to the head and neck restraints, I had no choice but to look straight into the amused faces of the club members. Mistress Faith gave me a little re-assuring wink which soothed all my fears and I braced myself.
The tip of his cock pressed against my lips and upon Master Giles' signal he slid his girth into me. I moaned through my nostrils as he parted my slit and drove his meat deep into me, I almost gagged with the size and power of his thrusts and had to fight to keep lucid as my mind shifted from humiliated to unashamedly horny in a nanosecond.
A cool sweat covered my body as I bit into the leather mouth harness as he plunged into my dripping cunt harder and harder until I thought he was going to penetrate my lungs. My breasts slammed back and forth, the bells jingling away merrily with the momentum he was gathering in his hips as my flaps began to chafe.
It didn't seem possible but his mighty penis seemed to become even more erect when it was inside me. Sweat sprang from every pore as he pounded deep and hard.
"That's it Spikey, ride that bitch", shouted Mistress Lilah with a little too much venom.
His heavy balls slapped against my moist opening but, with his hands gripping the saddle firmly, I was completely at his mercy to dictate the power and length of this good, hard fucking. He was in total control of my pussy and my pleasure but there was a certain urgency that roared through me and I wanted, no I needed more. My breath morphed into a desperate pant as my hips longed to thrust back to soften his thrust, but I was his fuck toy to be commanded.
A sharp, high pitched whinny let slip from my lips as I descended into total pleasure, thought it was my Master who was in total control, I still felt every throbbing vein and ridge tickle and excite me from deep inside. I was his mare, there was no doubt about that. My whole body jerked as his fierce rhythm picked up pace and soon I was lost within the excruciating joy I was feeling as I accepted his fleshy monolith.
All the club members who had gathered to see me being broken in stepped a little closer as they could read every emotion being played out on my face. From shock to wanton desire, I experienced them all, but without the pain of him penetrating me deeply I would never been aroused enough as he slammed his snork maiden into my moomin. For me, one couldn't exist without the other.
Then, with a single final thrust, a sudden hot surge filled me up from deep inside as he erupted into me. A raw and savage pleasure ignited every nerve ending in my body as I unleashed a low guttural moan of utter satisfaction as I climaxed, swept away in a brief but unmatched glimpse of ecstasy.
I closed my eyes as my whole body shook with pleasure, it was a deep and dampening heat that seemed to bond our two bodies together as I exploded in a supernova of light and lust that danced before my eyes. My fingernails scratched into the hard wood of the floor as this most delicious thrill rode me hard, it was a crest of a wave I wanted to never end.
My eyes had misted over and took time to re-focus but that's when I saw my Mistresses with wide and sincere smiles on their faces. Mistress Faith even wiped away a tear, she claimed it was her allergies playing up, but I know it was a tear of pride. That her pet had performed well for an audience. I was close to crying myself as I had pleased my owners to a new degree. Life didn't get any better than this.
"She's all good and broken in, now we can start to train her fully", Master Spike said to my owners as, after redressing, he started to remove my saddle and restraints, "You know if she's going to be a proper pony girl you should shave her head that way it'll be easier to fit her rubber hood". He removed my mouth bit which I was so grateful for.
"No, no, she's a puppy not a pony. We just want to play with her when we're here that's all", Mistress Willow gushed out.
"Fair enough, but the offer still stand if you want something more permanent, then we can talk about branding. Look at Thunder", he nodded as they turned to see a man being lead away by his Mistress. His left buttock baring the letter 'K'. The ultimate symbol of ownership.
"No Spike, that's cool", Mistress Faith said sweetly, "I think we should go back to the clubhouse for a while and see what else we can do to her"
"Good idea, I need another drink. Pinky, here, you little cunt", Lilah yelled at the timid girl who crawled after her on her scuffed and scabbed knees. I felt so sorry for her.
"Well done Puppy, you were great. What do you say? Human voice for now", Mistress Willow said as she helped me to me wobbly feet.
"Thankyou Mistress, it was wonderful to have pleasured you this way Mistress", I gushed back.

"Yeah, but you loved it too didn't ya", my brunette owner asked me with a smirk.
"Yes Mistress, I did", I smiled back shyly. She laughed, but my happiness was as important to her as hers was to me.
My redheaded Mistress clipped a leash onto my collar and I staggered along behind them in my hoof boots with my legs wide apart and sore. Mistress Faith called it my 'fuckstrut', she wasn't kidding about that.
Once in the club house I knelt by my owners in my begging position as everyone crowded round us so they could tweak my skin and heap praise upon both my Mistresses for the fine job they had done in training me. I couldn't argue with that as I was a completely servile slut to them. But the revelry was broken by a commotion from across the other side of the room.

"You stupid fucking slut", yelled Mistress Lilah as she punched Pinky in the face sending her sprawling across the floor, "You're just a worthless piece of shit"
Mistress Lilah picked up a crop and started whipping her slave all over. It was vicious. The welts sprang up all over her face, arms, legs and back. Lilah swung back once more to strike her but Master Giles grabbed her wrist.
"What the fuck are you doing?", she shouted at him.
"Stop it. This is a community for like minded people, a club where we can indulge in our desires and fantasies, NOT a place to abuse people. Madam, you go too far", he said as he wrenched the crop from her hand with a look of utter contempt.
"Fuck you Giles, Pinky is my slave and I'll do whatever I fucking like to her", she roared.
"Not anymore. I move that Lilah Morgan be expelled from this club. Do I have a second?", he asked.
"Agreed", came the chorus from the other club members as Mistress Tara tended to the bloodied lip of Pinky.
"Carried. Goodbye Lilah, and as such you forfeit your ownership of your slavegirl. Those are the rules, you signed the contract and, as a lawyer, you know that it's airtight", he said bluntly.
"No, you can't just take her from me without her say-so, and I do all the speaking for her, don't I bitch?"
"Pinky", Master Giles started in a warm tone, "Do you want to carry on this life with Lilah as your Mistress?"
The young woman shuddered a little as she grasped the last thread of courage she had left and simply shook her head no.
"That's all I needed. Lilah, please leave our establishment. You are no longer welcome here"
"You can't do this to me. I..I'll ruin you all. I'll tell the world of who you are and what you do", she yelled back.
"And we will do the same. You'll be the laughing stock of the legal world", said the unflappable Englishman, "Now go"
"Very well...but you haven't seen the last of me!", she threatened as she stormed out and tore away in her BMW.
"It's ok. You're safe now", said Mistress Faith softly as she rubbed the sobbing girl's arm gently.
As with any abused pet, a few words of comfort from a loving owner will make them instantly bond to them. And why not, I can't even imagine life without my Mistresses.
"Pinky", Master Giles said with a soft voice, "You are no longer the property of Lilah. You are free to go if you wish, unless someone wants to take her in", he asked as he looked around his associates.
Mistress Willow looked to her fiance with begging eyes and she knew what she meant with that one unsaid gesture.
"Giles, can we have her?", my dark haired owner queried.
"That is up to Pinky"
My owners knelt by the pink haired girl and Pinky got to her knees in front of them.
"Ken..I mean Pinky, before we do anything I gotta know....why were you such a bitch to me at High School?"
"I...I...I was jealous of you Mistress Faith", she said quietly averting her gaze, "I..wanted to be someone's slave so much but because of my family's reputation I couldn't do anything about it. It made me so angry Mistress Faith, that's why I wanted to h..hurt you. I..I...I love you, I've always been in love with you and I..I..I had this fantasy that if I pushed you far enough you would snap and take me away to be punished. To own me, to allow me serve the one I loved like a slave. I..I..I'm so sorry Mistress Faith"
"I see", said my brunette Mistress as she raised Pinky's face so she could see her and flashed a warm smile. Pinky smiled back with a relief that I recognized so well. It was the look of someone who had been given the chance to serve a loving and stern Mistress.
"The thing is Ken..er, Pinky, we love our Puppy. We don't love you, heck, we don't even like you, but no-one deserves to be treated like Lilah treated you. What we're saying is, we can give you a safe and loving home. If you want to be our pet or our slave, well that's up to you. But if you do, there's a collar and a cage in the basement with your name on it", added Mistress Willow, "Do you want to give it a go?"
"Yes Mistress, more than anything Mistress. Thankyou so, so much Mistress", she gushed out shedding tears of joy.
"Well babe, looks like we may have a new friend for Puppy", said Mistress Faith with a glorious smile.
"A mate maybe? Then we can have a wedding for our pets with matching tails and collars and..."
"Woah slow down Red, one step at a time, ok?"
"Sorry, I got carried away. But we'll show her what a real S&M relationship should be. I'm sure between us we can give Pinky a new start and a real purpose in life"
"No, Pinky was the name of Lilah's slave. That girl don't exist anymore, she needs a new name. How about......errrr"
"Precious?", suggested Mistress Willow quirkily.
"Perfect. From now on you will called Precious. Do you like that Precious?"
"Yes Mistress, I love it. Thankyou Mistress"
"Tomorrow we'll see about getting that collar off and dyeing your hair. Can't stand pink", Mistress Faith said as she inspected the welded on collar of her potential new plaything.
"Puppy, you're going to have show her what to do around the house. But we'll take it easy for now, just show her the love we all feel towards each other and if she wants it, she'll be welcome in our home, right?", said my redheaded owner.
"Of course Mistress", I said back wanting to do everything I could to show Precious that the world of slave and Mistress shouldn't be about pain and misery, but love and devotion, with pain as a delicious bonus. Without free will there is no freedom. And I am free.
* * * * * * * * * * *
The weekend was cut short, but seeing what we had gained, it was worth it.
After a long conversation between Mistress Faith, Mistress Willow and Precious they had come to an agreement. During their talks they acted as equals, setting down their beliefs of what a slave/owner relationship should be and for the first time in ages Kennedy had felt whole. I could see on her face how much it meant to her that she now had the opportunity to live out her lifelong fantasy, mainly as being Mistress Faith's toy, but as my owners came in a package I could tell that Precious was going to have the time of her life being able to serve these glorious women. I know I do.
My redheaded owner cooed sweet words of comfort, that Precious would never be abused like that again. I knew that even though my Mistresses had another pet they were not ones to take advantage of someone so fragile. They would show her a world of love and fix her. Then it would be by her own choice whether she would stay as a humble pet or not. Without love they was nothing in a relationship like this. I would help in anyway I could, I knew my Mistresses would order me too but I wanted to. To show Precious just how fulfilling it is to live like this.
I put my chauffeurs outfit back on, thankfully I didn't have to put my muzzle back on, and drove away. Mistress Faith sat up front with me but spent most of the journey with her turned to the backseat where Mistress Willow held Precious' head in her lap and stroked her hair softly. The poor girl cried most of the way, not through the pain of the whipping she had received but the fact that she was finally free of the awful woman and about to embark on the life she had always hoped and dreamed for.
Through her tears I heard a faint sound but it was a beautiful one. I heard Kennedy, I mean Precious, say "Thankyou Mistresses."
"Your welcome Precious. First we have to build the love, then we will build the relationship. It's how we did it with Puppy, but I think it's going to ok, right Faith?"
"Big O, little K my sweet", she winked back.
Our family had a new member.
I went over today's events, and there had been a lot, and though I had fucked, been fucked and made to act like a pony, I still didn't get the chance to eat out my owners. Maybe when we get home I'll be allowed to demonstrate to Precious just what a slave should do and how they should act.
But as I drove, the words of Mistress Lilah, or Lilah as she would be known now, still haunted me. 'You haven't seen the last of me'. I wonder what she meant by that.
TBC
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