2 Going Home
(M/f, Abd, NC, Pony, ChastityB, Abuse)
By Kray Kray20@lycos.com
He's unable to remain more over far from her. He waited for almost one year. At
first he had to know her habits, and then he waited more over the perfect
occasion. Then he had to leave her into the training centre to dispel any
suspicious over him.
Now he couldn't stand anymore, he had at least to see her.
Hence he brought her into the passengers' room of his personal jet.
So that he might enjoy the plight of his new and special slave during whole the
journey.
Comfortably sat onto his roomy armchair, he was admiring his prey. He had tied a
chain to the airplane roof and he linked there her collar, compelling Sonya to
display herself just in front of him standing on her high heeled black knee-high
boots. He would have been able to touch her just raising one hand, but he was
avoiding it yet. He has desired her so fervently that he wanted savouring her
with systematic mind, starting at first from her view.
<Sonya, Sonya. I'm so happy you decided to follow your fate under my
dominion. I desired you from the very first moment I spotted you into the pub in
which you worked into your former life.
Your stunning beauty, but more over your sweet manners were exciting me at the
most. So fine, so delicate, so gentle... I immediately understood you were in
the wrong place. I was already aware you needed to turn as soon as possible into
your natural position... Into the Slave you are!>.
Despite he was having his sexual dream so close, instead of becoming excited, he
was relaxing more and more. The sight of that slender body more naked than
dressed, wrapped by that multitude of leather tongs and D-rings and padlocks and
chains was for him the substantiation that he was eventually owing her.
Moreover, there were a lot of more evidences comforting him further:
Her arms were cruelly crossed behind her back, in the way so that both back of
her ands were brushing the opposite shoulder blade; from her ass was still
hanging down a pony-tail, which was witnessing the undesired presence at least
of an anal plug up inside her; the crotch-strap which was preventing the anal
plug to slip out from torturing her ass was the same which was constricting the
special designed love-ball apparatus inside her love canal, and the electronic
circuit was still switched on, and her efforts in pulling the internal metal
sphere before it shocked again her inner most were well perceptible from his
comfortable position. The metal sphere was kept in place by an elastic rubber
support, a kind of thin stretchable cylinder bolted to the crotch-strap. They
lasted three months that she was forced to fight against it, pulling desperately
at the metal sphere with the only strength of her vaginal muscles, striving each
time to gain enough elongation of the rubber cylinder in order to avoid the
dreaded spark.
The overt view of Sonya's abdomen rhythmical contraptions was cuddling and
relaxing over him like a sweet music.
<And I decided you had to become it eventually. And the events granted me the
point! A slave trainer, used to own and abuse hundreds of slaves of any kind
gone out of his head for you... And his dog too!> She only was able to raise
her defeated eyes to her master. She was even unable to think anything, she
could barely understand his words.
But even if she was able to articulate something in her mind, what could she do
with?
<Please, slave, spin on... slowly, so slowly, so that your owner could check
his property>.
She simply obeyed, automatically, as she learned doing at the training centre.
She was slowly sway, in a silent sad dance around, slowly showing her master her
flank, with its many leash stripes all over, but chiefly over her lustful shaped
haunch and thighs. Despite he asked to be the only in charge to torture her
tits, he noticed some 'casual' stripes along whole her lateral chest up to her
tit side. Never mind, he was enough satisfied having avoided her worse abuses,
which, in the case he considered to get her through by his hands.
Then her back was to his inspection. Her arse, trapped between the crotch-strap
and the well tightened waist band which was exalting its roundness and
defenceless, was almost uniformly swollen by the continuous spanks and whips,
and the leather fringes tail spurting from inside it was crowning that
masterpieces of lust. Bus weren't these the only improvements of it <You're
your back, raise your butt, and wide your feet, slave!> With her back
sensually arched and her stunning legs straight and widened, she bent down, so
that the last surprise became in good view: a couple of golden piercing rings,
2.5 cm of diameter, were digging beside the anal entrance, like two knocker in
the await of guests.
<Very good job, they will be so useful to link chains and other toys... Stand
up again now!>.
Although those poor arms crossed and so up constricted and tied there were
arousing pity, they were also inspiring him an intoxicating sense of power over
her, so that he was torn about it.
<In three months your arms have reached a considerable level behind your
back, how long they are kept tied like this, more than 4 hours?> Yes, she
meekly nodded him, well knowing how awful is the punishment for a lying slave
<Shit! More than 8 ?> Yes again, but with a certain degree of hesitation
<... If I would slip out the ball-gag from your mouth, would you blindly obey
me?> Yes... Of course!
The ball-gag slipped out, and although its presence was still impending just
below her chin, her relief was immediate. She was almost continuously wearing it
from weeks. He handed her lips some water to drink, then he remained there,
upright behind her back whole the time she needed to recover her jaw
functionality. <So ?> "M... Master... T... This pony is by now used to
keep his arms tied like this for 6 hours periods, with an hour or two of
recover..." <Good, arms well trained, I'm pleased, but now I would have
different ideas, have you intentions to continue obeying me blindly, slave?>
She fought the weep and "T... This pony will blindly obey his Master". He
loosened so that her arms, slowly, to avoid any possible injury. Then he gave
her collar chain a good slack and he unlocked almost every padlock all over her
suit, and he even switched of the love-ball controller system. Eventually he
returned comfortably sat onto his armchair.
<To begin, there are different rules under my owning... You have to speak
anew in first person about yourself. I don't consider you 'a thing', but
something 'mine', whatever you are, pony, slave or person, no matter. And I
think that owning a person, his body, his being, is a more stimulating sensation
than owing a simple thing... Ok?> she needed a little more time to answer him
a relieving "Yeeees, yeeees, Masteeeeer". A long series of sniffles witnessed
the terrible humiliation she had undergone at the centre being forced of
thinking about herself in terms of an animal.
<Don't delude yourself, you will be however kept strictly tied, even worse
than before, I like it... You will suffer, don't doubt about it! I only consider
you human, nothing more!>
But it is not poor thing for someone who just tasted an animal existence!
<Now slave, strip you naked, throw every device in that basin, then take it
and we'll switch to the bathroom for a shower>.
It was an hard job to slip out those devices from her inner most in front of a
'new' stranger, moreover in front of someone who was considered out of
suspicious not more than a couple of hours before. But the idea of having a
shower was the dominant impulse.
He was true to his word. Leading her by the chain leash always linked to her
collar, he had her relieving her bladder and having a hot shower into the little
but well furnished airplane bathroom.
Barely wiped and still with a dry towel around her head, he returned her in the
same place as before, chained to the roof, naked, standing in front of his
comfortable armchair.
She was even somewhat dazed since he had still carefully avoided touching her,
despite her manifest defencelessly. She could only suppose his deliberate choice
to wait in order to savouring those moments at the most.
<Sonya, you are incredibly sexy, and this is the reason of your abduction
indeed, and the pony-girl suit exalts your beauty incredibly, you will spend a
lot of time trapped inside such a kind of furniture... as well as into your
chastity belt, expressly made for your body, it will protect your virtue against
temptations of any kind... it is an anti-self-satisfaction model, I look forward
to trap you there...>
A glimpse of alarm got through her eyes, but what could she do about?
<Collar, leash and chastity-belt are becoming regular garnishes for you. but
don't despair, the chastity-belt will be still a welcomed protection when you'll
be whipped>.
The glimpse of alarm hadn't even had the time to turn into fear that he gave her
his next order.
<Now slip on that garter belt and carefully hook that pair of dark stockings
to it. Then those heeled shoes, and then we'll decide if you are ready to
display yourself to your master as suitable for the slave you are>.
Yes, the stockings were so dainty, delicately embroidered, so finely fascinating
that every woman would desire wearing and show them: and the garter belt too was
indeed a manufacture masterpiece, black transparent, almost impalpable like the
hoses, but the problem were the souses:
Black, heeled and elegant, of course, but the ankle laces were not conceived
simply to buckle them, they were indeed strong leather ankle cuffs, and the
buckles were still mounting key holes.
No way! The chain which was securing her neck to the roof was still disarming
her spirit. Humbled, she obeyed. Upright in front of her owner she performed her
first duty for him. She picked up and she wrapped the garter belt around her
narrow waist and she buckled their hooks just before to spin it in the right
position. Then, slowly and shedding silent warm tears, one after the next she
elegantly slipped those comfortable transparent black, embroidered stockings
that she carefully pulled them up and linked them to the garter belt's straps.
If only he hadn't to recover all those days of apprehension, he couldn't have
resisted to such a kind of show, and she would have already capsized her over a
seat with his rage between her thighs.
But he was exhaust. He was draining adrenaline out.
His mind was deeply enjoying those moments, but his body wasn't following it in
the usual way. He only was able to relax and relax admiring his capitulated
prey..
He had whole the time he wanted at least, for the moment he was preferring fully
enjoying her unforeseen extreme subjugation.
And eventually she clicked the beautiful souses to her ankles, well knowing that
it wasn't the last submission act she had to perform toward who was definitively
owing her.
She had right guessed: <Good slave! Now give me your hands crossed behind
your back>
Two pair of leather cuffs: one joining together her wrists, one keeping close
her elbows about 10 cm.
Still giving him her back, she felt his hands grasping her leash and her hobbled
elbows <I know I'm too kind, but if you persuade me that you'll stay quiet, I
could decide to allow you to stay comfortable like this along the travel...
Hence?>
Since he hadn't released her yet, she couldn't attempt anything than speaking
"M... Master... This... ehm... I ... I swear, Master... I'll be quiet, Master...
I'll be quiet and in silence as long as you plan... Master... ... Thank you,
Master, for this undeserved kindness"
<It is only a short rest, and you will earn it only if you are pleasing your
master displaying him your piercings>.
He felt proud having prevented the trainer from removing her pubic hairs, she
was incredibly sexy with that black tuft among black garter belt and black
stockings hung up by black straps.
He enjoyed that show, together with that performed by his prey who was showing
him her golden rings that were entrapping her rose nipples.
He demanded a special piercing for her nipples: they were double piercing. Each
nipple was pierced either horizontally and vertically, a sort of crossed
piercing. Both were executed when the nipple was sucked up inside a syringe, so
that the nipple was pierced below its base. The piercing bars ended in a thin
steel ring which was encircling the nipple below its natural base, this way the
nipple was permanently elongated. Sonya's nipples were actually 1,5 cm long, and
they weren't erected yet!
Moreover, to the ring which was encircling the nipple base, was bolted a second
ring, a golden ring, two cm. of diameter, through which was possible to easily
thread a finger, even if in order to do this, it was mandatory to squeeze the
long nipple!
Even the rings at the sides of her anal entrance were of the same measure. The
only one littlest was that which was declaring Sonya's clitoris property of her
Master. Not even those sewed into her inner and outer labia were less than two
cm. . Only that one which was constricting her sensitive button outside of its
protection hood was thin and little.
<Display it better, Sonya. It is the most interesting one of my collection.
It has either, a symbolic and practical mean: it points out that it belongs to
me, and it gives me full power over it... it has no escapes anymore>.
She found a sort of elegant kindness in his movements for helping her to lift
her right knee and support her foot over his armchair, in order to offer him
right view of his properties.
So shy as her nature was, she was finding a lot of difficulties on putting in
display her most intimate spots even in front of her lover, but three months
under that cruel being were enough to persuade anyone that to obey was the
lesser of two evils.
And she had to admit that, despite the insult of having abducted and enslaved
and having had her trained into that awful place, she felt a sense of protection
when he kept her face between his hands to better admiring the rings which were
trapping her nose's septum and tongue. Still, both large enough to allow a
finger through.
He got a sudden surge of adrenaline. That sweet kind face which he has desired
along all those months was eventually between his dominant palms! Her middle
length hair were tickling his wrists, and her dark green eyes were staring
hopefully at him. <No! No Sonya! It is uselessly that you ask for it: you
will suffer! I'll torture you, and a lot! I dreamed it along almost one year,
and I'm looking forward of whipping, humbling, and abusing you. I promised you
just to avoid having you fucking with animals, and it will be like this, because
I don't like it, but as soon as we'll arrive to my mansion, the first thing I
need is to whip you for a while... hence, now better you get a rest>.
Terrorized, she knelt in place, and she waited he leaded her to the floor,
around his feet, where, physically and morally exhaust, she silently wept in
despair.
But just before she felled asleep, when our mind is about to fly away and we are
more receptive of whatever is arriving either from all the world around than
from our own inner, she had a foreign sensation of comfort and protection,
feeling him gently threading a little pillow under her chin and wrapping her
basically naked body into a warm blanket.
By Kray
... Any comment of yours would be really appreciated ...
Kray20@lycos.com
