by Alan Horn
Mistress Elantra took us to the washroom and cleaned us. Today, after our hands were put in place, she harnessed us. Today we got our fancy harnesses, all polished leather and silver. She put the purple plumes and blinders on our bridles. It was a dress up day. She looked us over and then led us out to the yard. The ornate carriage was ready and she fastened me in the left second position. After I was fastened to the carriage she clipped the reins onto my bit and took off my nose leash. I shook my head to settle everything in place and waited. Pony girls learn even more patience than regular slave girls.
Ravi came out and climbed on the carriage. My lust kicked into high and I wanted him. So did all the other ponies. We all stamped our feet, restless to get started. I felt his firm grasp on my reins and I wanted him to command me. Then I felt the reins shake on my shoulders and I lifted my left foot to follow Kitty's precisely. We started off smoothly and I was proud of our coordination. It was hard to learn but well worth it.
Ravi guided us out of the stable yard and around to the house's main entrance and stopped. He set the brake and climbed down. We could feel the carriage move and heard his feet hit the pavement. He left us and went inside. In a little while I heard the door open and several people came out. I couldn't see to the side because of my blinders. I heard them stop on the other side of the carriage and talk to Shirley. I herd the creak of her leather and the jingle of her bells. Sounded like she had jumped.
Then they went to Lily and I heard her snort and stomp as her bells rang. They moved to Kitty and I could see Ravi and Apollo and Alexander and... and ... Brahma. My former king Oh. My. God. I didn't want him to see me like this. When he last saw me I was a strong, responsible man. He was my leader. Even though I was happy with my submissive life, I felt I had let him down. I was not ashamed of what I had become, for I had no choice but I did not want him to see me this way. Inevitably, they came to me. I felt strong hands take hold of my bit and turn my face to Brahma. I couldn't speak. I felt hot tears roll down my cheeks. My female cheeks. With a bit strapped into my female mouth. With my limbs in female chains. Totally controlled by any one who held my reins. I was a pony girl. I smiled at him around my bit.
He looked at me and said, "Megraj, you have been punished ,yet you have become a joy to behold. Your new Master tells me you have performed well and are a prized pony. I am glad for you. Your punishment is over and you may enjoy your life."
The party climbed into the carriage and we took Brahma on a tour of the estate and city. We ponies all had a spring in our step and responded excellently to our commands. We were proud to bear our masters as regally as possible.
Alexander appeared in the stable. Alice and I were discussing training the ponies for racing. "Anne, its time. We are going to Hindi in a few minutes. Go say your goodbyes to the girls. "
"Goodbye Alice. You're in charge of the ponies. Remember, racing and dressage are next." I hurried off for the house.
I heard Alice, "Goodbye Anne. I'll train them well for you."
Alexander said, "Alice, I already told Anne, yes, you are in charge of the ponies. And goodbye is not for long around here. Anne and I will be back frequently. After all, translation doesn't take any energy or time, so whenever I want we can be here. Apollo or any of the men can contact me easily if Anne or I are needed. Literally, we are just next door. Goodbye."
"Goodbye, Master." He vanished.
I had just finished saying goodbye to the girls in the rec room when my Master appeared. He handed me a cloth bag. "Go get your toiletries and your violin. then come to my room."
"Yes, Master."
When I got to his room he had some things in a bag too. It wasn't much bigger than mine. "Is that all you're taking, Master?"
"Remember, I can step into this room anytime I want something. Most of my things will stay here."
"Oh, yeah. Then why am I taking my stuff, Master?"
"Because you are a slave girl and the room you are in will likely be reassigned by tonight."
"Oh."
He took my bag and put it down. He clipped my hands behind my back and put a leash on my nose ring. Then he transported us to Apollo's audience chamber. Apollo, Brahma, Ravi, two men and four slaves I didn't know were waiting for us. The slaves were fixed like me. All of us were golds. Each man was holding the leashes of two slaves.
Apollo said, "We are all here. Brahma are you ready?"
"Yes, Apollo. Everything is in readiness."
"Alexander, report to me frequently. Zeus sends his blessings for you and your mission. We have great confidence in you. Enjoy your adventure."
Then we were all standing in a large ornate room. The walls were covered in tapestries and there was a crowd of men waiting for us. Many wore turbans and most wore robes rather than pants and shirts. I gathered we were in Hindi. The men must have been briefed. A man walked up to Alexander, welcomed him to Hindi, bowed, and asked if he could take his property to his room. Alexander thanked him and handed him my leash. I didn't want to leave him in this strange place, but he smiled at me and said "go with him, Anne." He took the leashes of the other slaves and led us all away. A flunky followed with our luggage.
He led us down first a wide hall then a slightly smaller one before he took us into an office, then into an inner office. He led us over to a wall, lined us up facing it, and locked our leashes to a metal bar halfway up the wall. He walked behind us and said, "Kneel. "
We did and he left, taking his flunky with him. After a moment, I said. "Hello. I'm Anne. What are your names?" I heard "Mary," "Sandra," "Amber," and "Nylla."
"Pleased to meet you. My Master is Alexander. What are your Master's names?"
Mary said, "Jason."
Amber said, "My Master is Thomas."
"All of us are golds. Where on Earth did you come from?"
Mary was from British Columbia. Sandra came from Austria. Amber was from England. Nylla came from California. We talked a little about our homes and how we came to be taken to Olympus. Amber was a rescue like me. The others were just collected on day. All of us agreed we liked our lives as slaves and we were surprised at that.
The men came into the room and we stopped talking.
Alexander said, "This is an office Brahma made available to us in his place. Our real home is in our new embassy. We'll go there now." He and the other Olympian men took our leashes off the rail and transported us to a different place. We were in an office with a single large desk facing a large door. The men separated and Alexander led me to a transporter lift that took us upstairs. He led down a hall and into a large suite. I could see a study or office and a bedroom and a bath through open doors. I saw there were lots of rings for fastening me or other slaves in the walls and floor. He led me into the bedroom and through another door. It was a 'games room' equipped with all sorts of bondage equipment.
"All for me, Master, " I asked coyly.
"Why yes, Anne. Which one would you like to try first? You need to be reminded of your place."
I looked at him. He had a crooked smile on his face. I guessed he was serious, so I really looked at the furniture. I had a better idea. "Master, I would love to have you put me over your lap and spank me. That big bed would be ideal and then you could take me at your leisure."
He smiled at me. "All right, slave. That will do for now, but I plan to have you test every one of these devices. I think one a day will be about right. Then I can choose my favorites." He led me back to the bed and tossed me over his lap. My lust had been simmering ever since I saw him today and I was almost ready to burst. His big hand landed on my left ass cheek and hurt like the devil. Not the sharp bite of a whip or cane, but wider and deeper. I gasped.
"Count, thank me and beg for another."
"Yes, Master. One. Thank you Master. May I please have another?"
'Smack' and my right ass cheek burned. I squealed and squeaked out, "Two, Master. Thank you. May I please have another?"
'Smack'...after number four my ass didn't hurt anymore.
It felt warm and good. My arousal was growing too strong to contain. I had forgotten how good this felt. I wished he would spank me every day. Several smacks on my ass and my belly turned to hot, quivering jelly. I felt a pang of pleasure at every quiver. At five smacks I climaxed all over his pants.
"F..F..Five, Master, Thank you so much. Please, Please, may I have another hard swat, I beg you? Make it hard."
'Smack. It was the hardest of all and it was so good. I felt his hard cock stabbing me in the belly. I wanted it in me.
"Six, Master. Thank you. Thank you. Please may I have another hard one? Please, Master."
'Smack.' A real hard one. It was fantastic. It pushed me over again and I screamed in pleasure. "S...Seven, Master. Thank you so much. Please may I have another? Please?"
He flipped me onto the bed and I felt his rigid member thrusting into my sopping pussy. It was fantastic. I knew I was a pain slut as well as a sex slave. I was so hot and ready for him. He was ready too. Four or five thrusts and we climaxed together. Our hot juices mixed and squeezed down my pulsing love canal. They flowed past his huge member and oozed onto my spread thighs. It was wonderful. I nearly swooned it was so intense. He stayed in me for a long tome, until he was back to normal. When he pulled out, I felt drained, lifeless, but oh, so, good.
He sat me up kneeling on the edge of the bed and stood close to me, his penis damp in front of my face.
"Clean me, slave."
This was one of my most submissive, humbling and favorite tasks. I loved the taste of our mixed juices. This was the most submissive sexual act a female could ever do. I licked and sucked until I had claimed all of our love juices for my own. I must have looked smug when I finished.
"You enjoy this a lot, don't you?"
"Yes, indeed, Master. I love the taste of us after sex. Its a way I can take a part of you inside of me.”
"You know, there's other ways we can do that?"
"Yes, Master, I like those too."
"Go get cleaned up." He took off my leash and released my hands
"Yes. Master." I hurried to the bath and took my bag with me.
"You look good, Anne. Come here." He kissed me and I wrapped my arms around his neck.
When we broke, he turned me around and fastened my hands behind me. Turned me around again and put the leash back on my nose ring.
He took me downstairs and out the big door. It was a busy street. I knew how to heel. I was well trained. I stayed two paces back and one pace to his right. He held my leash in his right hand. I had to move my feet quickly because his stride was twice my hobble's length. After we had gone a block or so, I was able to look at the street scene. it was similar to Olympus. There were men and slaves. I knew Brahma had enslaved the women after the disastrous Drak fiasco. When I looked at the women, I saw they were chained like me. They also had a wide steel belt, or girdle, much like my ponies, around their waist. All the women I saw had a ball gag strapped in their mouth. When I saw a slave from the back, her hands were locked to her belt and there was a double chain running up to her collar. I didn't understand how it worked, but every woman I saw was similarly chained. None of the women I saw had bells or rings in their nipples or pussy. I was much noisier walking than they were. All I heard from them was the clatter of their ankle chains. Demeaning, but common. I was extremely aware of the chiming of my bells. I sounded like a pony girl. Men who passed me looked at me in several stages. First they looked toward the sound I made. Then they looked at my face and hair. Then they stared at my nipple rings and bells. I blushed all over the first time this happened, and the second. Then I was just continuously pink all over. After a while I got used to it. After all, none of this was my choice.
In Olympus, slaves would often be sent on errands unescorted. Their hands were always locked behind them then. But if the women were accompanying a man, often their hands would be free. Here, no women's hands were free. All were locked to the back of their girdles, with a man or not.
We walked several blocks when Master turned into a shop. It looked brand new. Everything was clean and sparkling. I looked at the displays and saw they were all slave restraints. This was a slave equipment shop. Master went to the front counter.
"My slave is missing her girdle. We are new her and I want her properly equipped. Can you do that for her right now?"
"Yes, sir. Bring her back to my shop. Jared, watch the counter."
Master led me back into the shop and the counter man measured my waist and arms. He selected a girdle for me and had me stand in a large device. He slipped the cold steel around my waist and used the device to close it tight around my waist. He riveted it shut and released me from the device. He measured out a length of chain and fastened the ends to my cuffs. He threaded the chain through a ring on the back of my girdle and welded a larger ring to its center. He had me reach both arms forward. They were jerked to a stop just in front of my waist. He pulled the center ring up. This pulled my arms back until they were fast against the ring in the back of my girdle. He clipped the ring on to the back of my collar and my hands were held tight against the girdle. He released the ring from me collar and took hold of my arms. He folded them up and locked my hands to the back of my collar.
The smith asked my Master about my nipple ornaments and bells. Master gave him permission to handle them and he did. He grasped my left nipple ring and used it to lift my breasts. He inspected the shield and its attached cylinder. I hoped he would not experiment. My arousal, already high, shot up as I was handled like a dumb animal. Master explained the cylinder was a correction device that didn't mark the girl. He explained how a twist would cause me pain and there were three pain settings. The smith asked if he could try it and I prayed my Master would refuse, but no, of course not. A little pain every now and then reminded me of my place.
The smith put one hand on the shield plate and the other grasped the knurled cylinder. He watched my face as he twisted it to the first detent. It hurt like blazes. I tried to keep still, but I grimaced as the knob turned. I could feel the spikes pressing into my tender, already engorged flesh. The pain, even at the first detent was bad. He turned it another notch and I squealed at the increase in pain. It was cutting my nipple in half. ""Please, Master. That hurts terribly. Please release it. Please, no more."
"Interesting," said the smith, "a useful device and much less work than whipping her. How long can you leave it on?"
"As long as you want," said my Master. "It won't do any harm to her. Leave it as long as needed for her to learn."
"And there is one higher setting?"
"Yes, but don't use it. I have no need to punish her now. It won't harm her either, just add more pain."
"All right." He turned the clamp off and the pain dropped away. "Thank you for showing these to me. Is it possible for me to buy some of these. My clients will definitely be interested in them."
My nipple still burned, but that was receding too.
"I am looking to improve trade with Olympus. I'm sure we can provide these. We will have to work out an agreement with Brahma and his government. Here's my contact information. Let us talk in a couple of weeks."
The smith said, "All done, but she needs a gag too."
Master nodded and the smith held a white ball gag to my mouth.
"Open." said, my Master and I accepted the smooth sphere into my mouth. It wasn't too big, most of it fitting inside my mouth and the strap pulling my cheeks back into a smile. It depressed my tongue preventing any speech.
My master handed the smith something and the man beamed at him. "Thank you sir," he said. My Master led me out of the shop, my hands now locked to the back of my collar. When in Rome...
Now I looked just like all the other slaves, except that I was blond and blue eyed and none of them were either. Master continued walking and I was content.
I saw some motorized vehicles in the street but few and the ones I saw were small. I saw a few carts pulled by pony girls and the arrangement was like at home. The carr
iages were different. The few I saw had two pony girls bent forward, hips against a padded bar and their collars locked to a low bar forward. Their breasts dangled below them with rings and bells. A frame work between them extended forward and a steering wheel was under the nose. The driver just used voice commands to control their speed and a tiller to steer the wheel. The driver had a whip in a holder beside him. The girl's faces were hooded so they couldn't see anything. it looked like the carriages worked finer. I thought the pony girls at home wouldn't like them though. At home the ponies looked proud and could see the countryside. These ponies could see nothing and never could look proud. The driver could have laid a cloth over them for all the looks they could get.
As we walked I realized another difference was all the children I saw. Boys of all ages and girls too. But all the girls were young. Teenagers at best. Master stopped at a small cafe with tables on the sidewalk. I knelt beside him and he took out my gag.
"Thank you, Master, may I ask you something?"
"All right, Anne. What would you like to know?"
"Master, I can see children around us. How does the Hindi system differ from yours?"
"Anne, there are many differences. The most obvious one is that the children are raised by their biological parents."
"Master, may I ask another question to follow my first?"
"Anne, you can ask about the Hindi children without asking permission."
"Thank you, Master. I don't see any girls older than fifteen or so. Are they enslaved after that?"
"Brahma decided that women sixteen or older not in university would be enslaved. Those in university when they graduate or after they have been enrolled five years or more. Women that are infirm are freed. His agents are still looking for girls that have avoided enslavement so far."
"Thank you, Master."
"All women in public must have their hands and feet chained. This is why I had you fitted with the Hindi standard device."
