   Your new lover arrives looking as though he stepped out of the
   seventeenth century.  He is dressed in a blue velvet suit with
   much lace and silk ruffles.  His shoulderlength blond hair falls
   out from under a large blue velvet hat with a long white feather
   in it. He even has on white knee stockings and buckled shoes and
   he is carrying a goldtipped cane.  He also is wearing a black
   mask over his eyes.
    
   He stops still when he sees you.  "Enchanting," he says and bows
   deeply.  He steps toward you.  "Pretty puss, have you done as I
   asked?"  He slips his cane in the folds of your cloak.  You
   unfasten the hooks of the cloak and open it.  He gazes at you and
   smiles.  You feel your nipples begin to harden.  He licks his
   finger and traces the red lines around each one.
    
   "Take off your mask," he says.  When you do so he smiles again.
   "Ah, clever puss!" he says.  He takes a mask from his pocket and
   puts it on you.  It has no eyeholes but pads instead.  He takes
   your hand and leads you out into the street.  You wonder if your
   unfastened cloak might fall open and feel a tingle of excitement.
    
   "Step up," he says as you reach the curb and you realize you are
   entering a carriage.  What else, you think.  Tonight will be a
   real adventure.
    
   You have always known that the blind have their other senses
   heightened.  You are surprised by how much this is the case with
   you so soon.  You hear each sound quite clearly and distinctly:
   the horses hooves, the creaks of the carriage, people talking,
   insects buzzing.  As the sun goes down you sense the expansion of
   space as sounds seem to carry farther.  You know exactly where
   your lover is on the seat across from you.  Is that by his body
   heat?  Or maybe the reflection of sounds?  Or some sixth sense?
   Your hands press against the cool yielding strength of the
   leather seat as your body enjoys the warm caress of the long
   cloak.
    
   Now you realize that the street sounds are gone.  "We are leaving
   the city," you say.
    
   "Yes," he replies.  "I have invited a few friends to my estate
   for an," he pauses, "intimate gathering."
    
   He comes and sits beside you and cradles you in his arms.  You
   turn your head to kiss him but he places a finger on your cheek.
   "No, pretty puss, we must not mar your artful face."  He draws
   your cloak apart and begins to caress your thighs very lightly.
   You relax and let yourself open to his hand.  He begins to trace
   small circles and designs on your tummy.  He tests your wetness.
    
   "So quick!" he says.  He probes you deeply, gently but with a
   strength which will not be denied.  Your face goes lax and your
   mouth opens slightly.  You sigh.
    
   You reach out and feel his hardness through his velvet crotch. He
   removes your hand, kisses it, and whispers, "Later you will feel
   it."  He returns his attention to your thighs and sex.  You don't
   know what to do with your hands.  He will not allow you to do
   anything.  You rest them on the leather seat.  He makes a game of
   seeing how far down your thighs he can draw your wetness.  By now
   your knees are far apart.  You feel warm and flushed and enjoy
   the coolness on your legs as your fluids evaporate.


   Since you must be passive you sink down into the leather and his
   arms and allow yourself to drift into a dreamlike reverie.  You
   are vaguely aware that he is toying with you, increasing your
   arousal, then letting it subside.  Your body feels warm and
   heavy.  It seems like every peak is a little higher than the one
   before.  You wish he would increase the tempo but at the same
   time it doesn't matter.  What a whore I am! you think, here in
   the middle of nowhere with my legs spread wide enough to take in
   an army.  Your throat feels dry.
    
   "Enter me," you say in a hoarse whisper.
    
   The carriage slows and turns.  "We are here," he announces.  He
   bends you forward and fastens a wide leather collar around your
   neck.
    
   He fastens your cloak and leads you into the mansion.  You feel
   a little dizzy and disoriented.
    
   "Your guests have arrived, sir."
    
   "Thank you Mathilde. No, she will keep her cloak on for now."
    
   He leads you into a large room.  "Hello, Johnny!" several voices
   call out.  "Hi, Johnny," a short man's voice says nearby.
    
   "Your  friend  is  quite lovely, and such a becoming flush!  You
   will introduce us later."
    
   "Of course, Count," he replies.  They begin to chat.  You hold
   onto your lover's arm and begin to wonder how much you can tell
   about the room and the guests.  There is a feeling  of space in
   the room and you can identify one other group of guests talking.
    
   It seems to be two men, one quite young, and a woman with a
   gravelly voice.
    
   Your lover turns slightly.  "Thank you, Mathilde.  Everyone,
   dinner is ready.  If you will please take your seats."  He leads
   you to a chair and says, "Mathilde will feed you."
    
   By now you are feeling left out of things.  You reach out and
   find your lover's hand.  "Can't I take this off now?"  you ask.
    
   "Be patient, my dear, all in good time."
    
   "But...."
    
   He places a finger over your lips.  "Wait until I introduce you,"
   he says.
    
   Next you feel a spoon at your mouth.  "Open up," says a strange
   female voice on your right.  Mathilde.  She has an accent.
    
   "Are you from the West Indies?" you ask her.
    
   Soup spills on your chin.  She wipes it off and returns the spoon
   to your lips.
    
   You open your mouth and take the soup.  Again you do not know
   what to do with your hands.  You put your left hand on your
   lover's knee.  He squeezes it and places it in your lap.  A
   distressing feeling of helplessness comes over you.  You feel
   like tearing away from the table and running away, but where
   would you go?  Johnny is talking with someone else.  You wonder
   if you are going to cry.
    
   Mathilde pats your forearm.  "It's all right, dear.  Don't
   worry.  Here is a nice big shrimp. Open up."  You take the
   shrimp and begin to chew.  You start to feel better.  Johnny
   squeezes your left hand.  Then he caresses your cheek.

   You calm down and eat dinner.  You notice that there are five
   people talking, but that they are spaced out around the table.
   The scrape of utensils on the plates sometimes comes between the
   speakers.  There are four more silent people at the table!  Are
   they all blindfolded like me?  you ask yourself.
   Johnny stands.  "Before dessert allow me to introduce our guest
   of honor."  He takes your hand.  "Please stand, my dear."  Polite
   applause around the table.
   "Come with me."  He leads you to the center of the room.  He
   unhooks the front of your cloak.  You begin to feel quite giddy.
   He grasps your wrists firmly  and  deliberately raises them high
   above your head.  The front of the cloak opens.  A murmur of
   appreciation fills the room.  For a moment you imagine an
   auditorium  of people admiring your naked form.  You flush.  Your
   lover  has let go of your wrists but your arms stay raised.   You
   cannot move, but you wouldn't if you could.  You feel helpless
   and wanton at the same time.
   He reaches behind you and pulls the cloak more open on the left
   side, fully revealing your breast.  More murmurs.  "Perfect,"
   someone says.  He begins to tease the nipple, to pull it and
   twist it.  It hardens.  Then he does the same with your right
   breast.  People are talking, someone chuckles. Your lover cups
   your mound and kisses you.  Applause.
   "It would please me if you would stay as you are for a while,"
   he says.  "Do you consent?"
   You manage to nod your head.
   You nod again.
   "Say it.  Do you consent?"
   You lick your lips and swallow.  "Yes," you whisper.
   He fastens two wide leather cuffs to your upraised wrists. They
   seem to be connected by a chain which he fastens to something
   hanging from the ceiling.  You are pulled upwards until your
   heels leave the ground, then let back down until some of your
   weight is on your feet.
   "Please. Come and inspect her perfect beauty."
   How did this happen? you ask yourself.  Here I am dangling
   blindfolded from the ceiling in a strange house before a bunch of
   strangers who are about to inspect my body!  My mother didn't
   raise me for this. The funny thing is, I don't feel helpless now,
   I don't even feel afraid.  Well, just a little.  What I feel is
   excitement!  What a whore I am!
   You feel the presence of people around you.  The Count says,
   "Look at those beautifully formed breasts.  How prettily they jut
   out when she hangs." Someone weighs your right breast in his
   hand. Another hand strokes the outside of your left thigh.  Hands
   begin to rub your whole body.
   "Let me look at this cunt," says the woman with the gravelly
   voice.  Two thumbs pull your lips apart to reveal your clitoris,
   then her right thumb probes inside you. "She's very wet, Johnny."
   Laughter. Your head is ringing.
   Someone lifts your robe behind and begins to stroke your
   buttocks.  He explores your crack and presses his finger against
   your anus.  "Oh Johnny, you must let me have her ass!"  He
   presses harder but your sphincter is dry and it hurts a little.
   "No," you murmur.  He pushes in.  No.  You shake your head.  No.
   He moves his finger in circles inside your ass while other
   fingers play with your nipples and stroke your clit and cunt.  A
   tongue licks your stomach.  Please, no.  I don't want to come,
   don't let me enjoy this. No.
   "Wait, my friends.  You may inspect her, nothing more."  The
   hands stop caressing you.  The finger remains inside your ass.
   "I wonder how many fingers she will take," says the man behind
   you. He reaches around with his free hand and inserts three
   fingers inside your vagina.
   "Ooh, I bet I can get my whole hand in!" says the woman.  As they
   slide their fingers in and out of you you become dizzier and
   dizzier and let more of your weight hang from your wrists.
   The woman, you can tell her by her nails, tries to insert her
   finger into your mouth.  I'm not a horse, you say to yourself,
   and clench your teeth.  She pinches your nostrils shut.  You hold
   your breath until you feel like you will pass out.  Tears come to
   your eyes.  Then you have to gasp. She keeps her grip on your
   nose and pulls your jaw open.  You no longer resist.
   Suddenly all the hands are pulled away.  You dangle exhausted.
   Then different hands slowly stroke your cheek and hair.  They
   pull your chin up and someone tenderly kisses you.  Your lover!
   He licks your lips and then runs his tongue along your teeth. You
   open your mouth to suck him in.  You move your body towards his.
   He continues to kiss you deeply while his hands brush your
   hardened nipples.  A moan fills your throat from deep in
   your chest.  He reaches down and presses and strokes around your
   clitoris. You are vaguely aware of your body as it begins to jerk
   and sway.

   "Come, my friends.  Mathilde, prepare our guest and bring her to
   us."
   You are left alone in the room.  You slump exhausted in your
   bonds.  You are content to hang there and rest.  Content.  Funny
   that I should feel content, you think, but I do.
   Mathilde comes and takes you down.  She removes your cloak, shoes
   and stockings and wipes your body with a cool wet washcloth.  She
   refastens your wrists behind you and presses a large rubber ball
   gag into your mouth.  You are past resisting.  She ties the gag
   behind your head, forcing it a little deeper into your mouth. She
   fastens a leash to your collar and leads you down a hallway. She
   stops and then removes your blindfold.  You blink, your eyes
   quickly adjusting to the dark hallway.  You are standing before a
   large wooden door.
   Mathilde, you now see, is a short Black woman of about sixty with
   her hair pulled tightly back on her head.  She opens the door and
   leads you by the leash down a dark winding stone stairway.  You
   feel awkward with your hands behind you and try not to stumble.
   Mathilde keeps a steady pressure on the leash but does not hurry
   you too much.  Down into the dungeon, you think.  Corny but true.
   You stop before a massive wooden door with a heavy circle of iron
   for a handle.  Mathilde slowly pulls it open and leads you
   inside. Instead of a dungeon you see a large sitting room dimly
   lit by torches on the stone walls. A carpet covers the floor
   except for a ten by ten area in front of the fireplace, which has
   a small fire in it even though it is summer.  The room is cool
   from being underground.  You see four people seated in chairs on
   the perimeter of the open area in front of the fire.  Someone is
   kneeling beside each of the chairs, except one, to which Mathilde
   leads you. Without being told you kneel beside it while she hands
   the leash to your lover.  He takes it without looking at you.
   He is watching the spectacle before the fireplace.  A tall skinny
   young man with dark features a large nose and a prominent adam's
   apple is standing beside a large wooden X cross.  Strapped to the
   cross upside down is a young small breasted woman.  You cannot
   see her face as it is encased in a leather or rubber mask.  Her
   pussy has been shaved.  You can make out red stripes across her
   stomach and breasts where she has been whipped or caned.  He
   reaches out and slaps her crotch.  A low moan escapes from the
   mask.  "This always makes her hot," he says.  He probes her
   vagina and she moans again. "Would anyone care to inspect her?"
   A figure rises.  It is a tall redhaired woman of about fortyfive
   or fifty, dressed in a mans suit.  You watch with fascination as
   she examines the stripes, handles the girl's breasts, and feels
   inside her pussy.  That could be me, you think.  Fear stabs your
   breast.  That will be me, someday!  You become aware of your
   bonds, of the leather collar and cuffs, the leash, the gag.  You
   shake your head.  No one notices.  Your lover watches the scene
   before him raptly.  You hang your head.  What have I gotten
   myself in for? you think.  How did this happen?
   Some time passes before a loud pop makes you look up.  The skinny
   kid has opened a bottle of champagne.  He reaches into the girl's
   pussy and extracts two ice cubes.  Holding her twat open with one
   hand he pours champagne into it.  It froths and runs down her
   belly.  The redhaired woman greedily fastens her lips over the
   girls crotch and laps up the liquid; she licks it off the girls
   belly and breasts, then looks at the kid expectantly.  The young
   man looks at your lover, who rises and goes to the girl as the
   woman returns to her chair.  The young man takes two more ice
   cubes out of the girls vagina and pours in more champagne.
   You prefer not to watch your lover put his mouth to another
   womans pussy and look to your left.  A short balding man with
   dark hair and a black moustache, probably the count, is sitting
   in the next easy chair.  Kneeling beside him is another woman
   with her head encased in a mask.  Her arms have been secured
   behind her in some kind of sheath.  A rope tied to a ring at
   the end of the sheath lifts her arms up toward the ceiling and
   forces her head forward and down.  The strain must be terrific,
   you think, and notice the strain in your jaws from the ball gag.
   You clench your teeth against the ball for relief.
   You feel a tug on your leash and stand up.  Your lover removes
   your gag and you work your jaws reflexively.  He caresses your
   face and looks at you lovingly.  So like a little boy, you think.
   "You may go if you wish," he says.
   "What will happen to me if I stay?"
   "Nothing you do not consent to."
   "And the other," you cannot say slaves, "the others?"
   "Nothing they do not consent to.  Will you stay?"
   "I'm thirsty," you reply.
   He leads you by your leash to a table with a candelabra in the
   center and on which have been laid cheeses, bread, caviar, and
   various wines.  "What goes well with rubber?" you ask.
    
   He laughs and kisses you.  "Oh, pretty puss, you are so lovely!"
   He pours you a glass of rose and lets you sip it.  You become
   aware of your hands cuffed behind you.  You sip some more wine.
   You rub your body against his velvet suit and nuzzle his ear.
   You feel your nipples harden.  You whisper, "Take me to the
   bedroom and undo me.  I know how to please you."  You twist so
   you can tug his coat with your hands.
   He laughs again.  "A tempting offer.  Do you want more wine?"
   You look at him.
   He grins.  "Very tempting.  Later, perhaps.  But you can please
   me now. Kneel.  Kneel or I shall have you whipped."
   His tone startles you.  You kneel before him and look down.
   Presently you feel a tug on your leash and look up to see his
   manhood limp before your eyes. He grabs your hair and pulls your
   face into his crotch.  He slaps your buttocks with the end of the
   leash.
   You take him into your mouth and feel him begin to grow. You feel
   awkward without the use of your hands.  He strokes your hair and
   slaps your behind again with the leash.  It stings, nothing more.
   No, that's not so.  You begin to feel a warmth in your pussy and
   somehow it seems connected with the slaps.  His rod is almost
   hard now and you pull your head back until just the glans is
   inside your mouth.  You begin to circle it with your tongue and
   he slaps you again.  A shock wave travels through you to your
   cunt and it contracts.  He slips out of your mouth.
   "Pay attention cunt!"  He rams himself back into your open mouth
   as he brings the leash across your buttocks again.  This time it
   hurts.  But you still feel it in your cunt, which contracts
   again.
   He takes your head with both hands and fucks your face furiously.
   You begin to feel dizzy and your eyes start to tear.  He slows
   down and releases your hair.  You alternate sucking with flicking
   your tongue from side to side.  He rests his hands lightly on
   your shoulders.
   Your cunt still tingles and you wish he would slap you again.
   You take him in as far as you can and nip him with your teeth as
   you pull your head back.  He digs his fingers into your shoulders
   as you circle the glans with your tongue again.  You suck hard
   and slip your mouth down his shaft.
   "Oh Jesus!"  He starts jerking back and forth and his hot sperm
   shoots into your throat.  You feel a tingling in your nipples and
   a warmth in your cunt.  It is too much for you to swallow and
   some of it dribbles from your mouth.  You pull your head back and
   he shoots into your hair.  You swallow again and lick him clean.
   He strokes your hair gently.
   He looks down at you and grins contentedly.  You lick your lips
   and smile.  He lifts you to your feet and strokes your face.  You
   gaze into each other's eyes.  He kisses you lightly, turns you
   around and unfastens your cuffs from each other.   He pulls you
   back against him and whispers into your ear, "I need you so
   much."
   Again a feeling of contentment fills you.  You gaze with
   detachment at the scene before the fireplace.  A woman with long
   dark hair has been suspended by her waist so that she is
   horizontal, face down; her arms and legs have been stretched wide
   to the side.  Something, weights?, hang from her large breasts.
   A man is standing between her legs and is unfastening his fly.
   "I must see to my guests," your lover says, and leaves you.

   A short time later Mathilde comes and refastens your cuffs behind
   your back and reinserts the large ball gag in your mouth. She also
   blindfolds you and then clips a leash on your collar and jerking
   you to your feet leads you away from the crowd up a long narrow
   staircase, taking care not to hurry so much that you would
   stumble yet not so slowly as to allow you time to struggle.
   She leads you down a hallway and stops before a large ornate
   inlaid wooden door with a brass knocker on it. She lifts the
   knocker and lets it drop several times. The door opens and
   Mathilde leads you in to the room. You still have your blindfold
   on and cannot see where you are, although you can feel some heat,
   from a fireplace ?. She forces you to kneel down and shortening
   your leash attaches it to a ring set in the floor so that you
   cannot raise your head more than a few inches off the ground.
   You then feel her hands? behind you on your buttocks spreading them
   and then you jerk reflexively in pain as she inserts in your anus
   a 3" long wooden butt plug with a short loop on it.
   She then fastens a wide strap around your waist, with a buckle
   hanging from the front, taking care to make sure the buckle is
   in front, it also has a narrow strap hanging down in the rear.
   You then feel her spread the lips of your cunt wide apart as she
   inserts in your vagina a very long, wide, ribbed dildo with a loop
   on it just like the butt plug in your rectum. That done she checks
   that both plugs are fully inserted to their ends in you, she draws
   the rear strap from the belt between the cheeks of your ass and
   threads it through the loop on your butt plug and the loop on the
   dildo in your cunt and threading its end thru the buckle hanging from
   the belt she draws the strap very tight and buckles it securely in front.
   You are now very tightly secured and filled to your limits, with
   both butt and cunt plugs and your ass cheeks are clearly divided
   by the tight strap which goes between them and the loops on the plugs.

   She then release the tension on your leash so you can raise your head
   although she does not fully release it and slips over your head a
   large leather leather discipline helmet with cutouts only for the
   nose. She zips this tight over your head and buckles it tight around
   your collar securing its strap with loop to your collar with a tiny
   padlock which you can hear click lock shut as she close and locks it.

  You then feel her take your leash and drawing it thru the loop on top
  of the helmet tightly force your head down towards the floor several
  inches lower than before and she ties it to the ring again. The helmet is
  also equipped with earplugs so now you cannot only not see or move
  but you also cannot hear. You settle back as best you can and await
  what fate has in store for you.

  Presently you feel hands releasing your leash so you can raise your head
  but then you feel straps going behind your knees and down on your calves
  and being buckled so that you are forced to remain kneeling with
  your hands still fastened behind you. Someone undoes the flaps for your
  ears on your helmet and removes the earplugs so that you can hear.

  "I have decided to train you, my lovely Annabell, to be a pony girl
  a very special pony girl. But before that happens you need some more
  preparation and training."

  "Your nipples will need to be pierced as well as possibly your cunt lips"
  "I am debating where to put my brand on you, perhaps your inside thigh ?
  or maybe your sweet ass ?"  "In any event it really doesn't matter where
  since you will be branded." "Your training will start tomorrow and
  you will be instructed by the Countess , who has a lot of experience
  in these matters. I'm sure you and she will get along very well together."

  With that he replaces the earplugs and refastens your ear flaps, so that
  you once again cannot hear, see or speak. He then rings for Mathilde,
  and instructs her to prepare you for shipment to the Countess
  estate, where you will start your training. Mathilde , takes your leash and
  jerking it leads you out of the room, down a long winding narrow staircase
  to a loading dock in the rear of the house, where 2 men are awaiting your
  arrival.  They very quickly take you and put you in a crate where they tightly
  strap you down in a kneeling position and then nail the lid shut. You can feel
  the crate being lifted and into the back of the van.

  After a journey of what seems like hours, you finally arrive. Someone,
  you don't know who, removes the lid of the crate and lifts you out and forces
  you to kneel. Your discipline helmet is removed as are your knee straps, but
  not your other gags, cuffs or blindfold. A pair of metal ankle cuffs are
  fastened to your feet and a leash is fastened to your collar and you are
  rudely jerked to your feet and pulled along, hobbling down a long narrow
  hallway stopping before a pair of double doors. The doors open and you are
  led inside and forced to your knees. "Ah, Annabell, your master told me to
  expect you, stand so I may inspect you." As you struggle to your feet and
  stand there awaiting her inspection, you feel your self growing wet, and
  your nipples start to harden. She removes your blindfold and as your eyes
  become accoustemed to the light, you see she is holding a short wicked
  looking riding crop. She faces you and lightly traces the outline of your
  nipples with tip of the crop. Then trailing her nails down your soft
  stomach she lightly parts your nether lips and as you jerk in shock
  inserts three fingers to the knuckles in you. She then turns you around
  and forcing you to bend over, she removes your butt plug and inserts
  her finger to its limit up your rectum as well. "Very tight still in both
  places I see, and very wet too !" Suddenly you feel a sharp hot pain across
  your ass cheeks as she hits you with the short crop as hard as she can.
  A weal starts to form almost immediately as you struggle to contain
  your moan of pain. "Very good.! You can stand some pain, that should make
  training you easier." She makes you face her again and she takes both your
  nipples in her fingers and pinches and twists them both, while you moan
  and writhe in pain, all the while she is closely watching your face.
  Releasing your nipples, she then orders you to kneel with your forehead
  touching the floor and not to move. Seeing resistance is futile you
  do as she asks and kneel with your head to the floor in front of her
  feet. She then summons to stable lads and says " We have a new pony
  girl to train lads, her name is Annabell, take her away to the stable
  and prepare her, she's all yours for right now." Taking your leash and
  jerking you roughly to your feet you are led out of the room by the two
  stable lads. They take you to the stable where you are put into a stall
  and your ankle fetters are removed, they then remove the waist strap
  and forcing you to bend over they remove the dildo from your cunt , which
  while being removed makes a slight popping sound as it finally comes
  free of your vagina. Your wrist cuffs are refastened so that your arms
  are bound wrist to elbow behind you then your upper arms are strapped
  to your body just below your tits so that you cannot move any portion
  of your upper body. Your full breasts swing freely.
  One of the stable lads runs his fingers lightly over your pussy hair and
  as he inserts a couple of fingers in you he says "This will have to go
  and right now,  but we're saving the best for last."
  He then fastens the end of your leash to a ring on the wall of the stable
  and leaves closing the gate behind him. He returns shortly with another
  stable lad and they enter your stall. You see one is carrying a bucket
  filled with water and he is holding in his other hand a straight razor.
  They proceed to unfasten your leash and make you lie down on your back on
  the straw covering the floor of the stall. They then lather your cunt hair
  with soap and warning you not to move , shave you until there is not a
  trace of your golden blonde pubic hair remaining. He then takes a towel
  and dries you off. Jerking you to your feet one of them removes your
  ball gag and taking down from a peg in the wall a collection of straps
  proceeds to put a bit in your mouth which fastens over your head, under
  your chin and along your cheeks and he buckles this very tightly behind
  your head. You cannot talk much less hardly move your tounge, about
  all you can do is whinny in some protest as they proceed to attach
  reins to the bridle. Then forcing you to bend over with your legs wide
  apart and spreading your cheeks you jerk in pain as one of them inserts
  in your rectum a long,long butt plug terminating in some colorful feather
  plummage. This plug has a retaining ring, so you could not force it
  out even if you wanted to. You now have a horse's tail!  Tears stream
  down your cheeks as you experience this humiliation, but you finally
  realize that there is more yet to come.

     "Taking ahold of your reins, they lead you past the gate of the stall
  and down a short walkway towards another door. As you near the door
  you feel the heat coming from inside. You are led inside and realize that
  this is the blacksmiths shop. He is working on some horseshoes and is
  hammering them into shape on an anvil. He looks up and see you and the
  two stable lads and says "Another for piercing eh? Well fasten her over
  there.." Indicating a short post arising from a pedestal set in the floor.
  They fasten you to it very tightly. Your back is against it and straps
  run from in front across your stomach around the post and down to your
  ankles. You can't move an inch. The blacksmith comes over to you and
  looking at you grabs your right breast in his hand and squeezes it very hard
  and then he grasps your nipple with the thumb and forefinger of his other
  hand pulls your nipple tightly  and painfully. He then releases your tit
  and goes over to the forge and returns with two long thin needle like
  rods. He graps your breast again in one hand and squeezing so that his
  thumb and forefinger pinch your nipple at its base proceeds to attach a
  clamp very tightly to it. He then pulls your nipple foward painfully
  stretching it and quickly picking up one of the long needle like rods
  pierces your nipple with the rod clean through. You nearly faint with
  the pain and moan and struggle in your bonds. But you are so perfectly
  held you cannot move even in the slightest. He does the same to your other
  nipple and then before the holes have a chance to stop hurting inserts
  thru each a shiny steel ring about 3" in diameter. By the time he finishes
  closing each ring thru your nipples your are moaning and writhing in pain
  and tears run down your face on your cheeks, as you finally realize that
  there are still more humiliations to come.!


       The blacksmith says to one of the stable lads "Where did the Countess
  say to put the brand on her ?" One of the stable lads say "She said to put
  it on her left upper hip." "Ok." says the blacksmith. He goes to the forge
  and inserts a branding iron into the coals and working the bellows so the
  fire becomes more intense waits till the iron is fully heated. He picks it
  up and coming over to you and holding your left ass cheek in one hand
  very tightly, and holding the iron in his other hand, puts the iron against
  your upper left hip , you jerk and writhe and cry out. You've never felt such
  pain before this! Tears come to your eyes and you start to moan and sob
  uncontrollably. You finally realize the iron is no longer being pressed
  against your hip and you look down and see that you now have a small brand
  on left hip. It is very like a small cursive gothic K.


  The stable lads then release you from the post and you almost collapse
  at their feet weakly. Jerking you roughly to your feet and pulling
  very tightly on your leash they lead you back down between the stalls
  and coming to your stall open the gate and pull you inside. They fasten
  your leash to a ring in the wall of the stall and shortening it so that you
  are forced to remain standing tie it securely. One of them comes over to
  you and running his fingers over your brand says "You're not going to
  any trouble training are you ?" He then pulls quite roughly on your nipple
  rings at the same time causing you to jerk in pain. He then inserts a
  finger in your vagina and remarks to the other stable lad "Didn't I
  tell you she'd be wet down there after the blacksmith got thru with her?"
  You realize for the first time, through all the pain and humiliations
  that you ARE WET down there and you are growing more and more excited!
  With that patting you lightly on your pussy they leave your stall closing
  the gate behind them and you hear the click sound of a padlock being
  closed. By now it quite late in the afternoon and you are very tired
  from all your ordeals. You settle your shoulder against the wall of
  the stall and try to get some needed rest.

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