Chapter 1 - A New Life

 

Amanda Taylor responded to an internet advertisement for Power Play, a very discrete and extremely exclusive company fronted by the coldly competent and classically serene Ladey Strickland. Amanda was a self-made millionaire, entrepreneur and TV celebrity who had spent two years secretly attending increasingly stringent bondage sessions at the hands of Mistress Shona Mercy. Over that time she had steadily travelled down the slippery slope into the murky world of BDSM, incrementally relinquishing personal control of her life in an effort to experience ever more intense orgasms whilst bound, gagged and humiliated beyond her wildest imaginings. Eventually she was introduced to the world of pony-girls, which she took to with alacrity. Several months later, having reached a depth of dependence approaching addiction, Amanda was offered an opportunity to spend a month at the Power Play resort, known as The Estate.

For thirty days and nights she had lived her dream; being kept virtually naked, except for the leather boots, harness and bridle that reduced her to a human pony called Slut 69. As Sentient Livestock Under Training No.69 she had been made to labour long and hard. When not pulling light-weight carts around the grounds of The Estate, or mindlessly walking in circles as she practised the high-stepping gait required of all two-legged equines, the wannabee pony-girl entertained guests and grooms alike in her stall. Strapped and chained into position, usually bent over the rutting bar, her anal and vaginal openings had played host to countless male organs - most flesh and blood, but many silicone and attached to dominant females.

Her life in the stables had been deliberately designed to make it difficult for Slut 69 to keep track of time. And so it was that the morning of the thirty-first day passed as all its predecessors had, with Amanda being blissfully unaware that it was supposed to be the day she was due to return to the real world. Thus she was not surprised, when her session on the rotary exercise carousel ended halfway through the afternoon, to be led back to her stall and secured to the rutting bar, which a junior groom had positioned across her narrow living quarters.

So inured to the process had she become that the pony stood placidly whilst Bill and Sutra, one of the two indentured stable girl-sluts, applied the restraints which would hold her immovably in place. Despite only having been handled by the stable staff all morning, she was not unduly concerned when the pseudo slave-girl mentioned that a group of guests were coming down from the Big House and had requested that Slut 69 be strapped down as tightly as possible.

From the very first day Amanda had been secured for use and made available to paying guests. Most were people she had been required to pull around the grounds or running track, but sometimes - on training days, or when no-one had booked her out - guests would telephone the stables and request that one of the available ponies be readied for a quick bit of rutting.

Sometimes no guest wanted to use Slut 69 and on these occasions, just to maintain the Groundhog Day sameness of stable life, one of the grooms would fill in. To the bound and lewdly presented Amanda it made little difference. There was a little more embarrassment when she was taken by a guest - usually derived from the mental image of being naked (her harness did not count), restrained and publicly screwed by a stranger. But the combination of bondage and associated inability to refute the advances of anyone; be they male or female, staff or guest, heightened her embarrassment and consequently enhanced her sexual experience. She felt similar levels of excitement during her evening rutting sessions with the Head Groom and a varying number of his staff. All of this led, during moments of honest contemplation of her circumstances, to the irrefutable conclusion that her stable name of Slut 69 suited her perfectly.

As it turned out the guests who had booked Amanda's services for the afternoon were none other than Mistress Mercy, Ladey Strickland and, unbelievably, her PA, Margaret Chambers. With the Power Play CEO and her own Personal Assistant stood before her and the helmet of Mistress Mercy's strap-on poised between her vulnerably exposed labia majora, Amanda Taylor, TV's The Tigress, was informed of her options.

Bridled and bitted into silence, strapped into immobility across her stall's rutting bar and with her pussy being ruthlessly plundered by an artificial manhood, Slut 69 listened as her future was outlined.

When given the chance to speak she would be allowed to say only one word. That word was to be either no or yes. If she said no she would be returned to the real world, where she would resume her public life, forever to be denied access to the delights available to her through the auspices of Power Play. If, on the other hand, she said yes she would sign away control of her life to Margaret, who would become her owner and remain at The Estate as a pony-girl slave. Her life would be dictated by the whim of her owner and controlled by her appointed representatives, namely the staff of The Estate. All direct contact with the outside world would be severed, her status as a sovereign, independent individual would be revoked and a new one as a right-less and literally voiceless animal would be imposed.

All the time her vagina had been ravaged by the slow and steady thrusting of Mistress Mercy's strap-on dildo. As the terms were unveiled and she began to imagine the new life she could have, Amanda's pussy became more responsive and started producing a constant flow of sexual syrup.

Eventually Ladey Strickland stepped forward, unclipped the bit and, with both hands holding the tongue immobilising metal in Amanda's mouth, spoke.

'So, Slut 69, what is your answer...is it yes, or is it no? Remember, no other response is permitted.'

With that she drew the shiny steel clear of Amanda's mouth. Barely had the tongue depressing bar cleared her lips than the sexually charged, fully restrained woman croaked her reply.

'Yes Mithsss...' her words were cut off as Ms Strickland immediately thrust the bit back into her mouth and clipped it into place.

Slap! Leather gloved hands struck her exposed buttocks.

'You were told, Slut! A simple yes or no, nothing else!' growled Mistress Mercy.

With that the Amazon thrust her strap-on in to the hilt and unbuckled Amanda's right arm from the back of her pony harness. With her muscles asleep from hours of stringent bondage the bound woman did not interfere as the outer, moulded neoprene, pony hoof was removed, followed by the fingerless mitten that kept it tightly folded into a permanent fist. Mistress Mercy gently manipulated fingers and arm, restoring life and movement before allowing the, still, otherwise bound Amanda to take temporary control of her own extremity.

By the time Amanda could move her own arm, hand and fingers, Ladey Strickland had produced a clipboard, upon which was a sheaf of legal documents. Holding it under the nose of the bent over, restrained and vaginally plugged pony-girl slave, she proffered a pen, which was attached to the metal clip with a chain like that used to secure pens to bank counters.

'Sign!' she said imperiously, her tone brooking no refusal.

Amanda paused, grasping the pen, staring up into the intensely focussed, unblinking eyes. In silence she felt the dildo slip out of her vagina by a couple of centimetres, then halt. Mistress Mercy's implied threat crushed any hint of rebellion. Breaking eye contact with the indomitable Power Play CEO (the company's name now assuming a new, more ominous meaning for the bound woman) Amanda Taylor, millionaire entrepreneur and TV celebrity, literally signed her life away.

No sooner had Amanda finished signing than the clipboard, its attached pen and the sheaf of legal papers it held, were snatched out of reach and her free hand re-secured within its disabling fingerless mitten and outer imitation pony hoof. Instead of returning the newly affirmed slave's arm behind her back, Mistress Mercy raised it up and out before clipping it to a dangling chain that the stable girl-slut, Sutra, had lowered for the purpose earlier.

Her left arm was then un-strapped from her harness, before being similarly raised up and clipped to a second dangling chain. Without ceremony, or thought for her feelings, Mistress Mercy drew the strap-on out of Amanda's pussy in a single motion, simply stepping back until its silicone helmet was exposed to view once more.

Having safely stowed the clipboard and its contents in her briefcase, Ms Strickland unhitched Amanda's reins from the hook on the narrow back wall of her stall. At the same time Mistress Mercy activated the electric winch which retracted the dangling chains up through small holes in the ceiling, drawing the bound woman's arms up and to the sides. Margaret Chambers watched in fascination as the torso of her one-time boss, now her slave, was hauled upright. Full, fleshy breasts - standing proud, like large pink button mushrooms, as a result of her body harness' intrinsic bondage bra - shuddered and wobbled like blancmanges as Amanda's arms were inexorably hoisted ceiling-ward. Whilst the intensifying strain imposed upon her wrists, arms and shoulders caused the near-naked woman to grimace around the bridle and bit.

With her waist cinch still anchored to the rutting bar, Amanda could not stand straight. The tension of her upraised arms caused her back to bow, revealing her ribcage beneath her drum-taut skin, and offering her well developed and defenceless mammaries up for closer visual and physical examination. Shame and humiliation at being so exposed before her ex-PA who, until less than an hour before, she had thought was totally ignorant of her sexual proclivities and perversions, combined to turn her face and upper body lobster pink.

Just when she thought her spine was about to snap in two, the bound woman realised that Mistress Mercy had halted the winch. Moments later she felt the tip of the strap-on dildo nuzzle her puckered anus then, with one swift thrust, it bludgeoned past her sphincter and swept into her arse.