Inserts on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Nina's Latex Wish Gone Wrong

Thu, 20 Dec 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Nina was a very beautiful and sucessful professional, at the age of 25, she had it all. She was 5'10" had the bluest of eyes, long blond hair, D cup breasts, and a 27 inch waist. One thing about her was she enjoyed self bondage but with two roommates, it was hard to persue her passion which was very frustrating. There were rare instances when both her roommates would be out of town in which she could indulge in some self play.

Doll Suit

Wed, 14 Nov 2018 00:00:00 +0000

She must have tried twenty different doll suits trying to find the perfect suit for her to feel like a real toy and give him total control over her anytime he wanted. Each suit had been a disappointment leaving her still able to control herself and feel everything he was doing to her. Only once did she feel out of control and could not make out exactly what he was doing and that was when she had used three of her suits the last one being a double layered inflatable suit.

Amanda's Latex Tomb Mistake

Mon, 29 Oct 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Amanda was a talented 23 year old Doctorate student in Archeology almost ready to get her degree. She currently was in Africa assisting an expedition on a tomb of a queen that was located accidentally. This was an unknown period of history, so this find would more than likely the biggest thing that Amanda would ever work on and she was not going to waste any opportunities she could get on this trip. Her natural beauty often made her peers jealous of her. She was in very good shape due to the rock climbing during her regular trips to the Canadian Rockies. At 5'10", she would tower over most men when she would wear even modest 2 inch heels.

Tammy's Bondage Application

Thu, 13 Sep 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Author’s Note: This story is the sequel to Tammy’s Valentine Bind. To get an insight into the characters you may wish to read it prior to this one.

Part One

Chapter One

Tammy Lynette Dufrane stared at her laptop screen. The vivid images sent a chill down her back and a unsettling warmth between her legs.

She recognized the people on the screen. James VanNorkin, the bald, mustachioed man beneath the black beret, and his two evil henchwomen, Nora and Gina, were being very deliberate and methodical as they skillfully laced a black leather body sheath over the body of the voluptuous redhead. Tammy not only recognized her, but, also had an intimate knowledge of her. The older of the two henchwomen, Nora Ruth, with her short dark hair slicked back to convey her dominate side, had already teased and tormented the redhead with the dildo and butt plug that were now filling the emerald green eyed woman’s responding pink pussy and anal canal. While, Gina, the younger of the two with her long blonde tresses pulled up into a bun atop her head, left a lipstick print of her full luscious lips on the redhead’s ass cheeks as she zipped the woman’s legs into a pair of thigh high boots with 6-inch stiletto heels. The inseams of the boots were connected together and their front shafts were part of the lower panel of the sheath. Tammy drew her knee high booted legs tightly together beneath her desk in response. The female duo had also forced, well not so much forced as encouraged, a huge orgasm from the redhead as the man began lacing the sheath around the boots. Tammy not only knew of the sensuous black leather body sheath, she could still smell the strong aroma of its fine leather, as well as feel its hug, as she watched them lace the sheath’s inner corset around the woman’s waist. “I should be wearing that right now. Folded into my Gucci bag and on the way to our cabin retreat in the mountains.” Tammy thought. “Damn, I can’t believe that company let their negotiations breakdown so bad Mike had to be called in over Christmas. And, he’ll be there for at least a week, our entire vacation!” They had planned to spend their Christmas vacation at the mountain cabin she inherited from her parents 5 years ago. It was a yuletide ritual they had enjoyed since. The privacy of the mountains gave them a wider range to enjoy their bondage play. And, its cozy intimate setting was different enough to bring, however unbelievably, a more intense romantic side out in both of them. She was so looking forward to the 5 hour drive, tightly secured and held in the confines of that small black leather piece of heaven, having orgasm after orgasm. Then, once they arrived, she would return the favor by using each of her exceptional orifices to pleasure Mike. But no, instead she would be driving 9 hours with Chandra to the beach resort, that she always spends Christmas’s at. Not that Tammy had anything against the beach or that resort. It was magnificent, 5 star with opulent accommodations. She and Mike had vacationed there several times with Chandra. But, their mountain retreat was just much more special to them. Yet, she enjoyed being with Chandra. They had been best friends since grade school, roomies until she married Mike, and co workers for nearly 14 years. Chandra was like the sister Tammy never had, as the saying goes. Actually, they looked and acted so much like sisters, from the minute they met, people had mistakenly been taking them for twins forever. Yes, she would have a nice vacation with Chandra, but, would miss the intimacy of her husband. “STOP FEELING SORRY FOR YOURSELF!” Her mind screamed at her. “Concentrate! You’ve got to figure out what you need to do!” Tammy tried to do what her mind commanded, but, the blonde assailant was already wiggling the leather crotch strap between the redhead’s legs to connect to the bottom of the corset. When she pulled the strap to its tightest notch, driving the dildo and butt plug even deeper into the woman, a loud moan filled Tammy’s office. “AAAAAAAHHHHHHH, OOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!” The moans of pleasure were loud, but, sounded as off in the distance. “AAAAAAAHHHHHHH, YYYEEESSS, OOOOOOHHHH GODDDDD!!!” They grew louder and closer. Tammy’s eyes widened. She realized they weren’t just coming from her laptop’s speakers. They were also coming from her. Tammy’s right hand had, unconsciously, slid from the desk and worked its way between her legs, sensually massaging the denim covering her most intimate of places, stoking the embers of the bonfire growing inside her. Again, she tried to tell it to stop, to make herself quit. It wasn’t right and she knew that in her mind. But, her body, her body was now taking control. Reluctantly, she reached into her desk and pulled the soft pliable 3-inch-diameter black leather covered stress ball from it. Mr. Edmunsen was the only other person presently in the bank. She was positive he couldn’t hear her, but, had to make sure. And, there was only one way, she knew of, to do that. The fact that being gagged always helped increase her state of arousal had nothing to do with it, she told herself. She rolled the ball around in her fingers for a brief moment fighting the urge, before quickly stuffing it into her mouth. Then, after brushing strands of her red hair away from her cheeks, she sealed the ball in her mouth with three 5-inch long pieces of red duck tape from a roll kept in the desk next to the ball. It was done. Her door was locked just as before. She was certain there was no way anyone would now hear her muffled screams, no matter how loud they became. Her face blushed as red as the tape. Whether from the ball and tape gag or her feelings of embarrassment for giving in to her urges, it did not matter. She returned her emerald green eyes to the screen and focused her attention onto the trio balling the woman’s hands into fists and forcing them and her arms into closed end sleeves inside the sheath. Then, they began lacing the upper torso of the sheath. As they pulled the sheath around her abdomen, her arms were forced together behind her back and another long deep sensuous moan came from the speakers. “mmmmmmmaaaammmm!” Tammy joined her, remembering the feel of her arms being forced into that position and the tightness of the leather as her own breasts had been thrust forward to be worked through the circular cut outs of the sheath by Nora the first time and Mike each time since. The older woman sucked the woman’s left nipple into her mouth as she rolled the right between her fingers. “mmmmmaaaaaaammmmm!” The speakers moaned. With her right hand now fervently assaulting her crotch, Tammy could feel the wetness of her juices seeping through her jeans. “Damn!” She momentarily thinking to herself. “If I’m this wet already, after I cum these jeans will be soaked!” Ignoring her thoughts, she worked her left hand under her sweater and bra, and, began fondling her right breast. Pinching and pulling, teasing it erect. The firmer it became the more sensitive it was to her touch. Soon, it added its tingle of delicious torment to her growing sexual euphoria. “Oh, God, not again…” Her mind screamed at her in a final attempt for control. “Get a grip!” She watched the sheath grow tighter and tighter around the red headed woman’s body, forcing her D-cup breasts even further through the sexy material. The man laced a thick collar around the redhead’s neck. And, the older woman once more attacked the protruding nipples, devouring them like a ravenous beast. “MMMMMAAAAAAHHHHMMMM!” Tammy screamed into her gag pinching her left nipple and sending the blessed feeling of painful delight through her own body. Her orgasm matched the one of the redhead on the screen. “Excellent… That was fantastic… Mrs. Dufrane, I could watch and listen to you masturbate all day.” The familiar voice of James VanNorkin returned with a devious snicker. “I can see you’re enjoying our presentation. However, I’m also sure you understand its significance.” He hadn’t spoken since he ordered her to connect her blackberry to her laptop. But, his voice sent tremors of fear down her spine the moment she heard it. “Don’t hang up Mrs. Dufrane!” He had begun. She had been expecting to hear Chandra’s voice. Chandra Edelstein had always gotten to the bank before Tammy. And, today should have been no exception. She was going to take a cab so the two of them could leave for the beach in Tammy’s car as soon as they finished tying up any small odds or ends at the bank. When she didn’t see Chandra or her suitcases in the office, Tammy got worried and called her cell. Instead of her friend’s cheery voice giving an explanation, she got a panicked ‘for Tammy’s ears only’ recorded message. “Tammy! I’ve been kidnapped! They tied your leather body thingy on me and have taken me someplace, I don’t know where. They said you were the only one who could help. YOU’VE GOT TO HELP ME! These two women… know what I like, and… and have made me cum over and over, then, forced me to please them just as much too. You’ve got to, no, no please, no… NO! OH GOD NO! NOT AGAIN! PLEASE, I CAN’T TAKE ANOTHMMMMMPPPPHHH!” Then, his voice returned and he ordered her to connect her blackberry. Tammy saw her emerald green eyes flash wide open above the red tape as her face appeared in a small 3 inch square corner of the screen. The camera angle changed. It lowered and she saw her left hand under her sweater and her right between her legs. They both continued their duties as if on their own. “MO!” Tammy screamed at the screen. “It’s a shame we haven’t time for you to enjoy another one, Mrs. Dufrane…” He continued. “But, time is of the essence. There is something in your husband, Mike’s safety deposit box you need to retrieve for me.” She saw the puzzled look filling her eyes, when the camera angle raised back up to her face. Then, it returned to normal and Tammy saw the image of the redheaded woman with her body encased in leather, a thick sponge being forced into her mouth, and the leather discipline hood, attached to the sheath, being laced tightly over her head. “It would be a shame for your dear sweet friend to meet the fate that was intended for you,” he hissed, triumphantly. “After all, I still have the bids of those who were very interested in you…” Tammy sighed into the tape gag and slowly moved her hands to reach up to remove it. “Not so fast! Leave your hands were they are!” His voice blurted, through the speakers. “You are to do as I say, completely, without hesitation. As of now, I AM your master… Do you understand, Mrs. Dufrane?” Tammy slowly nodded her head in agreement. “You will need to remove the tape and ball, before, you get Mr. Edmunsen’s key and code for the safe deposit room.” He continued. “Yes, I know he is there. I doubt if he’ll give them to you. Most likely you will have to persuade him to go with you. Either way, once there go to box 23559 and remove the contents. It will be a folded black leather backpack. You needn’t look through it. There is $130,000,000 in South African diamonds in the pack. You will bring them to me or your girl Friday, here, ends up a sex slave for the rest of her life to some disgusting man she never met before. And, I think we both know how much she’ll LOVE that!” Tammy’s eyes showed her deep fear and worry. “You agree to obey me unequivocally and your friend wakes at home with all this having been a dream. Or you call Mike or the police and never see her again.” His voice turned icy cold. “You can be assured there is no trace of me or the others, so finding her will be impossible. It is up to you, Mrs. Dufrane. What is your decision?” Chandra had confided in Tammy years ago, when they were juniors in high school, that her sexual proclivities were toward the female side. Which was not much of a surprise to Tammy. She had seen many clues of her friend’s true passions over the years. The posters on her walls of only females. The sensual way she leered at or described other girls they saw. Her rejecting nearly every boy who made a pass at her. Then, there were the many sleepovers. Chandra always insisted they sleep nude, which Tammy didn’t mind. She had, since puberty, had an overwhelming desire for sexual release, so their always ending up in a cuddle sometime during the night with Chandra fingering Tammy to orgasm never bothered her.

Saturdays were Maid for Me

Fri, 01 Jun 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Authors note: Not sure what my deal is, but I have been in maidbot mode for months now. Here is another maidbot story…nothing fancy or amazing. Just had this idea one day and decided to write it out…hope you enjoy it!

Sophi knew this day was coming, having seen the evidence, but it was still hard to believe her marriage of 5 years was over. It just seemed it would last forever. They were so in love, or so she thought, but I guess it was lust not love, based on the type of woman he ran off with. Sitting in the lawyer’s office, she signed the last of the paperwork then went home… to the house she retained in the settlement. The money from the alimony would keep her sustained, but she wanted to keep working. As a social worker, she enjoyed being around people, and she really needed something to take her mind off what has been transpiring. Her coworkers are supportive, and the people she helps have problems much worse than hers. However, the worst days though are Saturdays: there is nothing to take her mind off her broken life. After a couple of weeks, on a Saturday morning, she finished her half bagel and light cream cheese and began her weekly cleaning chores. As she was about to start, she had a crazy thought, and since no one was around, she figured, ‘why not?’ Going upstairs to the master bedroom closet, she pulled out a drawer of costumes. Her ex-husband loved her to cosplay different things for their time in the bedroom. While she was not excited about it, he was, and as newlyweds, she was eager to please him. Today though, she was out to possibly please herself, in a different way obviously.

The Outfit

Wed, 02 May 2018 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from part one

The Outfit Part Two

Jane had kept the dress locked in the safe for almost a year, each day she had thoughts of wearing it again. Her biggest concern was if she wore it again would it abandon her just when she wanted it most. The feelings of loss and abandonment she had experienced when it chose someone else was almost too much for her to accept. She had purchased the fetish store and visited frequently even though she had nothing to do with the day to day operation of it. Lately she had been going several times a week trying on multiple items and having one of the girls lace her corset tighter. She had noticed she was craving her corsets tighter and had begun sleeping in them, her ballet boots and shackles again. Jane was alone in her large apartment, she had tightened her smallest corset until it was almost closed and sat gasping on the edge of her bed. As Jane tried to control her breathing she stared straight ahead panting around the large gag under the half hood neck corset she had laced very tight previously. Pulling at the short chain connecting her ankle cuffs to the thigh cuffs that were attached to the steel chastity belt desperately trying to achieve something she hadn’t been able to since the dress had been removed. She had been wearing the chastity belt for three weeks relishing the idea of being out of control again and she instinctively cuffed her gloved hands behind her back.

Sexy Sam Doll

Sat, 10 Mar 2018 00:00:00 +0000

Should really learn my lesson when it comes to hanging out with Nancy. I love her to death but she causes me to get into all kinds of situations. So when I decided to meet her at this old adult toy factory I figured “What could go wrong”. That was mistake number one. As usual when I hang out with Nancy we were both naked and wandering the upper levels of the factory. Nancy decided to go towards the back and I wanted to look around the factory portion seeing as how I love machines so much. When I reached the working area I was a bit shocked to see suck lifelike woman hanging from chains or laying on different belts scattered around the room. I went around and inspected each area and was giddy with it until I heard the doors on the far side of the large room open and the lights turn on. My heart nearly stopped when I heard a deep voice yell “Who is in here?” I panicked a tad and started looking for an escape route but to my dismay the only exit towards the upstairs area was near the man who was starting to search the room. With no escape option I began quickly scanning for the best hiding spots and sighed in relief and embarrassment when I realized what I could do to get out of this. I sprinted over to a group of semi-finished dolls that were laying in different positions and laid down next to them. I adopted the slightly parted legs and O shaped mouth in order to blend in and awaited the man. It wasn’t long until a rather large man with a uniform for the company walked over and started searching around my area. I remained still with shallow breathes as he glanced at myself and the doll piles and sighed in relief when he went past us to check the last part of the factory floor. I was about to make a break for the exit when the man came back around the corner and approached me. “Man Kyle you always have to leave such a mess for us on the night shift. These damn dolls should have been prepped and ready to get finished when I started the machines tonight.” He said frustrated and scooping up one of the dolls, a black haired and tan skinned beauty, and walked over to the nearest belt. He reached up and placed the doll spread eagle on the conveyor and then attached some type of holder to each limb before coming back over. A pit in my stomach started to form and just got bigger with each of the dolls from my hiding pile that were placed onto the belt until it was just me and another red head and big breasted doll were all that remained. He came back and looked over us appraisingly. “Man why would they make two of the same doll?” he questioned out loud before he scooped up my apparent twin and followed suit in the same process. I was half tempted to run right there but I was frozen in fear of being both discovered in this situation and what this man would do to me. Slowly he came back and grabbed me in one fluid motion. Just like all of the dolls before me I was placed onto the cold metal belt and then fastened in for the ride ahead. With one final look the man nodded and then hit a series of commands on the console nearest to us before leaving.

The Skin She's In

Wed, 21 Feb 2018 00:00:00 +0000

The company had been making personal robots for over twenty years, Susan had been working there for about two years ever since she graduated high school. Will had hired her and helped her learn the company so she had moved up and was now his administrative assistant who secretly loved him. Susan spent almost every night bound tightly to her bed with the large gag filling her mouth and the leather hood sealed tight around her head keeping her blind and deaf while she fantasized the large vibrating cock strapped deep in her pussy was his. When Will introduced his fiancé to her she was crushed and immediately knew she had to get rid of the woman developing a plan in her head.

Cub Reporter Becomes a Human Cow

Thu, 27 Apr 2017 00:00:00 +0000

“So, Miss Andrews, you’ve toured our facility and talked to all of our employees. Do you have any other questions?” Jake Brighton asked the young reporter seated in front of him.

Jessica Lynn Andrews thought for a moment. She had been assigned by the local newspaper to write a story about Humilk Industries, a local business specializing in producing human breast milk for public consumption. Since a worldwide outbreak of mad cow disease had led to the Great Economic Collapse, milk had been in short supply. Human milk production had begun and with massive unemployment, companies like Humilk had offered women opportunities to escape the Poverty Houses by selling their breast milk.

Cub Reporter Becomes a Human Cow

Thu, 27 Apr 2017 00:00:00 +0000

“So, Miss Andrews, you’ve toured our facility and talked to all of our employees. Do you have any other questions?” Jake Brighton asked the young reporter seated in front of him.

Flynn & Debbie in the Mannequin Machine

Fri, 10 Feb 2017 00:00:00 +0000

Two department store workers fall into a machine and emerge as mannequins…

“Debbie, this is Flynn. She’s a new girl, and we’re going to start her in Display. Would you mind taking her in hand and showing her what we do?”

The supervisor left Flynn with Debbie, who gave the new girl a rather cool greeting. All the girls who worked in the fashion department at Roebuck’s were attractive and well-dressed, and Flynn was no exception. But there was a style gap here; none of the other girls wore asymmetrical pigtails, or a top that was cut off to show off a navel piercing, or sneakers with two different bright-colored shoelaces. Flynn was dressing downtown at a very uptown department store. She was a tall, lavishly built brunette who always thought she should lose ten pounds, even though boys never complained. Though she fretted aloud about having a curvy belly instead of a flat one, she had a marked tendency to show that belly off with short tops and low-cut jeans.

Fuckdoll for both of us

Fri, 10 Feb 2017 00:00:00 +0000

Jack and I had been married for about 15 years, just cruising through life, jobs and the mundane stuff. I was not able to have children, but boy did we practice a lot at trying. We used to screw like rabbits in heat, I mean. Jack really liked for me to give head, but I thought I was not too good at it. He would always move my hair out of the way so he could watch, and I would act shy by letting it fall back in the way. It was tough to get his cock in my mouth, let alone try to go all the way down on it. Always trying to cum in my mouth too, sick.

On the Assembly Line

Fri, 10 Feb 2017 00:00:00 +0000

Here’s a story told in the first person from the female’s point of view. - Julien

I’m lying on a conveyor belt. I’m on my back, and I’m completely naked. I can’t move any part of my body - all I can do is stare at the ceiling. The conveyor belt is taking me somewhere. Sometimes I pass under a reflective surface and catch a glimpse of myself, staring into space with no expression, totally exposed.

Pleasure Engine 3: Training

Thu, 09 Feb 2017 00:00:00 +0000

Please note; this story is fantasy. As of this writing the means to make this fantasy safely come true do not yet exist. Until such safe measures do exist it is HIGHLY recommended that this stays a fantasy, as the situations described can cause anything from lifestyle complications to SEVERE DEATH. This is for Erotic Imagination only. This is a work of fiction; none of the companies or names listed within are meant to resemble what actually exist or bear attachment with anything in real life. This story takes place in America, and all measurements are SAE unless specified. This story is presented under the assumption that you are comfortable with adult themes. Continued from Part Two

Fantasy Kidnap Mistake

Sun, 23 Oct 2016 00:00:00 +0000

During Rose’s career she had played the bound victim many times. Rose enjoyed each scene she spent bound and gagged always pushing the prop and stage people trying to get them to bind her tighter. She even convinced them to make sure she was actually bound asking to be left bound while they reset the scene’s using professional reasons as an excuse for her demands. Now financially comfortable and well know Rose has more difficulty engaging in her other passion of bondage. Not wanting it to get out or ever her to be seen as a pervert she often secures herself in difficult positions and struggles around her large home alone. Sitting alone one evening surfing the web while she waited on her ice release to melt and allow her to remove the large gag that has been keeping her silent for the last eight hours. The gag causing her to choke if she stops suckling it and a tight posture collar holding her head firmly erect and keeping her from looking in any direction without turning her body. She had bound her legs tightly together with her ankles tied to the cross brace of the large chair she sits in. The high heels she loves so much that holds her feet in an extreme arch causing her feet and legs to cramp within an hour of donning them dangling slightly off the floor. Typing with her one partially free hand looking for something to distract her from the pain of her tightly pinched nipples that have a weight attached to the chain connecting them tugging her pert nipples with each breath.

Police Demonstration of LA-TEX

Fri, 01 Jul 2016 00:00:00 +0000

A shapely woman in a tight fitting grey silk blouse and a drum tight knee length skirt charcoal gray skirt stood behind a presentation stand, she had long shapely legs that were covered in tight black stockings, her feet were encased in a pair of patent black shoes with a five inch heel. She wore a pair of thin black glasses she had high cheek bones and long red hair pulled back into a tight pony tail. She spoke, “Good morning ladies and gentlemen my name is Officer Darla Crain; today we will be demonstrating the latest in restraint technology. A new evolution in suspect control and containment, this is the future”.

Corset Gift

Fri, 28 Aug 2015 00:00:00 +0000

Susan had been wearing corsets since she was a senior in high school. At first she wore them as part of her “goth” look but as she got into wearing them more and more she started wearing them because she enjoyed the constant constriction. Susan especially liked it when she had someone to lace her tightly and later would make her wear them long term. Dave had been her person of choice to lace her tight and the two had spent most of their college years together.

T-Immobile

Sun, 26 Jul 2015 00:00:00 +0000

_Author's Note:_Another quickie . I’m sure many of us have had similar ideas when watching the commercials. This may read a lot like a re-tread, but it deals with images I enjoy.* “And…CUT!” The director called out. “That’s a wrap people. See you all again on Monday.”

Carly Foulkes let out a relieved sigh and climbed off the Kawasaki ZX10 that sat on the stage in front of a large ‘Green Screen’ used for special effects. “Any longer on that damn bike and I’d be walking like a cowboy for a month.” She thought bemusedly to herself, as she pulled off the full-face crash helmet. The last hour of taping had required her to keep the helmet’s face shield down the majority of the time. That, combined with the heat from all the lighting had given her waterproof makeup a run for its money. Still, the warm air of the studio felt cool against her flush skin. Unfortunately for the moment, her hair and face were the only things benefitting from exposure to “fresh” air. That was because Carly was still clad in the sponsor’s signature, black and magenta colored leather catsuit. Of course, no one associated with the commercial openly called it that. Be it referred to as a “costume, riding togs, leathers” whatever, all knew that it personified the oldest adage in advertising. Sex sells. And Carly was selling it big time. Hokey as it might sound, she looked as if her shapely, 5'9" frame had been poured into the leather garment. Add to that the feline grace with which she walked, even while wearing the high heeled boots and the cell phone carrier’s profits had almost doubled. Her compensation for this had made sweating buckets during each shoot infinitely more tolerable. Still, as she “squished” back to her dressing room, the crew rapidly breaking down equipment in anticipation for the upcoming weekend, Carly briefly longed for the early days as spokeswoman when all she had to wear was a frilly pink dress. “I’ll be in shorts and a tee, drinking ice cold Evian in less than 10 minutes.” The actress reminded herself. Carly was smiling at this image as she entered her dressing room. The smile vanished in confusion and beneath a large cloth which suddenly covered the lower half of her face. At the same time, a powerful arm wrapped around her torso trapping her arms. The cloth felt damp and cool, but also seemed to burn her skin. When she gasped in surprise, her eyes, nose and throat began to burn as well. Knowing that something was wrong, if not exactly what, she began to thrash instinctively. “That’s it baby, fight me!” Whispered a familiar, yet uncharacteristically menacing voice in her ear. This only exacerbated Carly’s confusion which, even under these circumstances, seemed to have blossomed drastically out of proportion. The actress twisted and grunted whilst trying to call for help. With each of these efforts, she drew more of the noxious fumes into her lungs. Rapidly, her confusion seemed to grow less important. In fact, the need for, or ability to frame any rational thought felt less and less imperative. Ignoring a far off cry of caution, Carly toppled into the welcoming arms of oblivion. “Confusion” seemed to be the watchword of the day. As Carly slowly awoke, her body taking a languid inventory, the actress registered an assortment of aches, pains and other “oddities”. She fumbled to remember what had taken place. Had she recently gone through a particularly grueling Tae-Bo class? Had she and her boyfriend enjoyed a night of exceptionally energetic sex? None of the pieces seemed to fall into place. Her shoulders, arms and legs ached as if just having worked out, but that didn’t explain the ache in her jaw. Her breasts hurt and her sex felt weird, but that didn’t explain the crush on her head and torso, nor the semi-urgent need to defecate. Figuring it was time to wake up and work things out, Carly decided to get the blood flowing with a good old fashioned stretch. It was when nothing happened that she put it all together. “I’m tied up!” She realized. Straining once more, it hit her at what an understatement that was. She could hardly move! “hhhmmnnnngffff!!!” The beauty called for help. She was dumbfounded into silence at how muted her cry was. Belatedly, she became cognizant of how her gaping mouth was filled to overflowing by a spongy mass. She tried to spit it out, but her tongue was trapped beneath the dense packing. She tried to close her mouth, but the pressure of the stuff kept her jaw jacked wide open. Something narrow bit into the corners of her mouth passed around her head and dug into the base of her skull with particular ferocity. Carly tried to reach up and rip the abomination away. That’s when the mystery of her aching shoulders was solved. Her arms wouldn’t budge! More accurately, they were crushed together behind her back from fingertips to elbows and beyond. She kicked out desperately, but her legs remained stubbornly folded. In an odd observation amongst all this disturbing discovery, Carly noted that she could feel the heels of her boots pressing into her butt cheeks. This spurred the realization that she could feel the familiar cling of the catsuit all over her body. “Back amongst the living, are we?” Said a voice off to her right. The actress whipped her head that way, dread sweeping over her as it was clear that that was all she could move. Her wide, frightened eyes settled on her director sitting casually in a nearby chair. He was holding a camera and on the floor next to him was a monitor facing in her direction. It took a long moment for Carly to realize that the person in the image was her. When in costume, she was accustomed to seeing nothing but leather from the neck down. But now she gazed upon the color coordinated “accessories” to her advertising persona. Some kind of ‘sleeve’ trapped her arms behind her keeping them perpetually straight. Carly strained once more against it, the sleeve’s gleaming black and magenta surface hardly flexing. She wriggled her fingers what little they could. She couldn’t feel her sweaty fingers or palms and deduced she was still wearing the costume’s tight gloves. 2" wide leather straps (matching color scheme of course) pinned her arms to her spine by passing around her ridiculously reduced torso. Some sort of waist cincher or corset squeezed her midsection without pause, eliminating any hope of bending or twisting. More of the same straps kept her legs folded. She couldn’t be sure, but it felt like they’d been strapped individually and then together. Above where the leather ended, things were no better. The least distressing feature was her hair, which had been gathered into a tight ponytail high on the back of her head. Substantially more distressing, was a one inch leather strap bisecting a magenta mass that looked to be trying to spill from her gaping mouth. “ggnnnnmmffff!” Carly grunted, involuntarily screen testing the gag for the camera. The director chuckled, tossing a foam ball almost 6" in diameter up in the air. It was the exact same color as what peeked out between Carly’s painted lips. “Kids aren’t the only ones who can play with these.” He said. “I must say, I had a hell of a time cramming it all into that pretty mouth of yours.” Carly wouldn’t have believed it possible that such a large object would fit in her mouth if she weren’t experiencing the devastating effect first hand. “nnnnnghhhh!” She grunted in a combination of discomfort, anger and bafflement. She wanted out and she wanted out NOW! Explanations (and apologies and lawsuits) could come later. Carly thrashed at her restraints in a panic-fueled fury, unconsciously keeping track of her progress in the monitor. Although she knew exactly how much effort she was exerting to break free, it did not reflect on the TV screen. At best, it looked like she was writhing in slow motion. Exhaustion quickly overtook her and she lay there gasping, her body drenched with sweat beneath her leather second skin. “Well,” the director said, “that was quite a little tiff. God, actors can be so hard to work with. And we’re not even done with your costume yet.” “First, a little something to enhance your ‘Damsel in Distress’ motivation.” He fixed the camera to a squat tripod and strolled over. Using his foot, he rolled Carly on to her side then knelt beside her. With great apprehension (and helplessness) the actress looked down to follow his actions. She noticed three rubber hoses with bulbs at their ends trailing away from her catsuit. One was at her chest, the other two from a strap that descended from the corset and dove down between her legs. Only now did Carly notice the firm pressure against her crotch, the strictness of her other bonds overshadowing it. The spokeswoman tried to twist away from her assailant with negligible results as he reached for the hose at her chest. She could do nothing to prevent whatever he planned to do next. “I do apologize for having to take certain liberties in your preparation.” He explained remorselessly. With that, he began squeezing the bulb. Almost immediately, Carly felt a tightening around the base of each breast. This was quickly accompanied by an uncomfortable “prickling” sensation consuming each tit. The brunette tried to flinch away from the sensation, but her breasts had nowhere to go. She looked up at the director in distraught puzzlement. “An inflatable rubber bra with rubber spiked lining.” He answered her unable-to-be-spoken question. “Although quite stiff and sharp, the spikes won’t pierce your skin. That is, unless you struggle too hard.” By the time he disconnected the hose, Carly thought her breasts had been placed over hot coals. She tried to twist or shrink away from the horrible sensation, but could find no respite. She quickly discovered that any attempt to shy away only caused her more grief. Tears welled up in her eyes, eyes which pleaded with him to let her go. His expression told her he had no such inclination. Instead, he began squeezing the first of the two bulbs lower down. To her horror, she felt something expanding inside her vagina. It rapidly grew to proportions she’d never experienced during intercourse. He stopped pumping somewhere between extremely uncomfortable and agonizing. Throughout the process, Carly had kept up a stream of muffled protests, complaints and pleas, none of which did her any good. “Boy,” he said as he disconnected the hose, “if you’re gonna raise that much of a fuss over that, you’re probably not going to like this at all.” Squeezing the last bulb, Carly’s eyes shot wide as something began to expand in her rectum. She went ballistic, having never diddled with her back passage in the past. Her doubled up legs tried to knock his hands away while at the same time she tried to squirm in any direction but here. Her breasts started to scream “Knock It Off!” but she kept trying. And the probe kept inflating. By the time he disconnected the last hose, the brunette beauty was writhing like a hypothermic eel. When exhaustion finally put a halt to her escape attempts she was no better off. As she lay there, she realized that remaining motionless caused her the least amount of intolerable duress. Her eyes were drawn once more to the monitor. The flush face and tearing eyes on the screen only hinted at the perverse depth of what she was experiencing. “You never knew that acting could be so fulfilling did you?” He said. “Well, that takes care of the inside, let’s finish with the rest of your costume.” He callously rolled Carly back on to her stomach. The jabbing at her breasts trebled but she dare not attempt to rock back on her side. Her “nnnnnmmmphh!” was more groan than protest. She watched him with disinterested interest, her brain still trying to wrap itself around her predicament. He approached with yet more leather, color coordinated as usual. “This should help quiet your incessant yapping.” He said. Carly’s world went dark as something was pulled up over her face. Her vision did return, but she found that she’d lost most of her peripheral vision. She felt leather enveloping her head accompanied by a yanking on her ponytail. The thick skin shifted as the director made some minor adjustments. And then the whole thing began to shrink as a fierce tugging pulled her head up involuntarily. It continued to shrink until not a millimeter of her head escaped the squeeze. Although she could still see, the sensation was stifling and claustrophobic. “mmmmmnnnnh!” Carly groaned, the sound emanating more inside her head than out.

The Captured Cat 2: The Procedure

Fri, 20 Mar 2015 00:00:00 +0000

story continued from part one

Chapter 2: The Procedure

“What the fuuuu-“ you stammer as you come round. The bright light of the dental lamp is shining in your eyes. You see the dentist and his black haired nurse standing beside you. Your head is swimming with the gas, the room still spinning. You are dimly aware of a numb pain in your mouth, an ache in your jaw and an itching pain in your backside. Your pussy feels moist and stretched.

The Outfit

Sat, 06 Sep 2014 00:00:00 +0000

When Jane saw the outfit at a auction site on the web she knew she had to have it even though the designer and date it was made, even the size was unknown she just felt drawn to it, the tightness of it on the person modeling it with the shoes and gloves made her wet looking at it. After bidding for two days she had finally won the purchase and was stunned when the seller said they would meet with her for the test fit and in a few days a young lady showed up at her door wearing her new dress. The young woman was very thin and acted very subdued but Jane invited her in and the two talked about the material as the young woman let her touch it before smiling and asked if she could go remove it for her to try on.

Ride Along

Mon, 30 Jun 2014 00:00:00 +0000

“You failed”

“Sorry mistress.”

“You know what this means. You must be punished.”

“Yes mistress.”

Her mistress looked skyward to draw inspiration from the painted ceiling. The gloved fingers drumming the arm of her high back chair.

The world had fallen from grace many years ago and Abby fell right along with it. The rich and powerful did pretty much what they wanted and to who they wanted. You could buy and sell people like livestock. Considering jobs where not all the plentiful. Selling your self into slavery was better than starving and out in the cold.

A Special Gift 3: Mandy becomes Amy's Doll

Wed, 07 May 2014 00:00:00 +0000

(story continues from A Special Gift 2: The Good Purpose)

Part 3: Mandy becomes Amy’s Doll

“Doll Factory” Mandy read in big letters above the entrance of the building and further down she read “Creation of unique and realistic Dolls for all sorts of usage” “What a crazy idea.” Mandy told herself, “I’ve ordered this Doll by phone now I have to come here in person. Why could they not simply create one with my specifications?” For one reason Mandy was curious. It would be her first time in a factory and she wanted to see the well shaped men at work. Although she was a lezzie, she wanted to tease them a little, so she wore a tight tank top that left her flat belly free. She also wore very short pants and a pair of ankle high heels. For sure she thought, that look would drive them crazy. Enthusiastic she went to the front door that lead to the office. It didn’t need much strength to push it open. Inside she saw a usual counter, where she expected a secretary. But at the moment it was empty. There was a small bell on the counter. Mandy went towards it and looked sceptically down. “Whats that?” She asked, “Am I in a Hotel? Okay, okay. Then let’s ring the bell.” She hadn’t to wait for long after she’d rang the bell. A woman dressed in an expensive business dress came out of one of the doors in background. She smiled at Mandy and waved at her. “Hello. How may I help you?” The woman asked. “Are you the secretary?” Mandy spurted out, “Why the heck weren’t you at your place?” “Oh! I’m sorry. I’m not the secretary. This factory is my own and I do almost all chores by myself.” The woman explained, “A secretary is expensive and you don’t know if one of those can keep internal secrets, you know?” “Oh. I see. Then I’m sorry about that statement.” Mandy excused herself, “Then you’re the woman I had the phone call with?” “Why don’t we go into my office?” The woman suggested, “There I have all my documents and we can talk about your wishes discretely.” “Sure. Why not?” Mandy replied “Is there a chance to see how your Dolls get manufactured later? I would like to see the man at work.” “Uhm, sure.” The woman replied shortly “But for now, follow me please.”

The Dating Process

Sat, 22 Mar 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Samantha looked down at her map again, printed on a basic leaflet was the advertisement for a new dating service. She’d had boyfriends before but most had lasted merely weeks. Her only long term relationship had been with Mark, the sex was good but he’d started to talk about some pretty strange fetish with bondage. When he started talking about tying her up she’d decided it was too much for her. Since then her heart just wasn’t in it when the guys at the club were all over her. The dating services leaflet had been a glimmer of hope that she could finally swap her toys for the real thing once more.

The Dating Process

Sat, 22 Mar 2014 00:00:00 +0000

Latex Reunion

Sun, 04 Aug 2013 00:00:00 +0000

Abstract: Kristin and Angie met in college, got deeply in to a fetishistic lesbian relationship, then parted when they graduated. Now, several years later, they plan a reunion in New York City where Kristin becomes the willing victim of Angie’s endless sadism.

Chapter 1: Preparation

Kristin had been shopping for weeks to find just the right items for the night she was to get together with an old girlfriend from college. Over the few years since their graduation, they had been in touch via E-Mail, and found the sexual interest they had in each other during college intensifying over time. They were both gorgeous young women, Kristin a 24 year-old blonde with a banking job, and her friend Angie a 26 year old PhD student with long brown hair.

Vocational Training

Sat, 12 Jan 2013 00:00:00 +0000

“What have we got, Roscoe?”

“Mostly nice. Five million, six hun-”

“Cut to the chase, elf!”

“Yes, Sir, Santa, er, Sir. We’ve got six in Brazil.”

“Really?”

“Yep.”

“How convenient.”

“Yes, Sir. Two prostitutes, a secretary, a dental hygienist, and two divorcees.”

“Okay, nobody will miss the whores or the divorced girls. Oh, wait, kids?”

“No, Santa.”

“Good. What about the other two?”

“Secretary is a temp. No one will miss her. As for the dentist, well, let’s just say he’s not a real dentist. People get their teeth cleaned, but it’s just a cover. They’re there for other, er, medicinal reasons. If you catch my drift.”

Phoebe's Race Day

Sat, 01 Jan 2011 00:00:00 +0000

The following story is dedicated to Liz, aka phoebe the slave. She inspires me in many ways.

We are snuggled into bed at what phoebe thinks is an upscale bed and breakfast in the country. Its roughly 6 am, when the door to our room opens up and two huge black men walk in and remove the covers from the bed. Without saying a word they grab phoebe and drag her out of the room, one of the men has his hand cupped over her mouth to prevent her from screaming. I roll out of bed and began to get myself ready for the activities of the day. I open up the closet and begin to suit up from the selection of riding clothes provided by the bed and breakfast. Today is the amateur pony competition. Without telling phoebe, I entered her in this competition several months ago. I wanted to test her limits both physically and mentally and this seemed like the best way to do so. I only entered her in three single races and one team event. The single races all consist of her pulling me on a sulkie. The first race is a 100m dash from a standing start. The second race is a 200m dash. The third race is an obstacle course. For the team race she will be hitched up with six other ponies and that race will consist of a 1 mile course through the countryside. The cart used for the 1 mile course is more along the lines of a hay wagon and up to 20 spectators can ride on the wagon to enjoy to scenery. The driver of the wagon will be randomly selected from a panel of expert drivers to ensure that no one will be driving a team with a pony known to them on it. Scores in each event will be tallied up at the end of the day and the best amateur pony in the male and female classes will be chosen. I pick up several pieces of fruit and a sandwich from the breakfast table and chat up a couple of the fellow drivers for the upcoming activities. After exchanging pleasantries and a few wagers with the other drivers in the female pony class, I head out to the stables to watch the men get phoebe ready for her day. I can only imagine that she is pissed off at me right about now as I am coming up on the men as they have her hands shackled over head to a tree branch and are just finishing up with her bath. A well placed split bit gag prevents any understandable words to come out of her mouth, but I can only imagine the words that would come out if she could speak. I watch in silence as the two men start the task of buckling her into the harness. It is quite obvious that they have done this before as I watch them adjust the harness quickly and efficiently to fit her body. I chuckle as she looks at me and continues to make sounds through the gag. I can see the fire in her eyes, that is good, it will serve her well today. I watch her eyes cringe in fear when it comes to the belt that will run though her private area. The plug for her ass which will give her a tail at the same time is about four inches long and nearly an inch across. Also on the belt is a plug for her pussy. That plug is knobby and just over six inches long and a little over an inch across. I can only imagine the distraction those will cause her as the day progresses. One of the men cuffs a spreader bar between her ankles and forces her legs about three feet apart while the other lubes up the rear plug. Continuing their work without speaking a word the second man takes hold of the strap and begins to work the rear plug into her ass. I watch phoebe as the plug begins to violate her. At first her expression is one of determination to resist, but that quickly fades into desire for the invader. The first man adjusts the buckles around the front of the harness to accept the belt holding the plugs when they have been secured. Once the plug is completely inside her the man moves onto the dildo that will keep her sex busy for the day. He does not use lube on this one at my request. With no pause or delay, he simply buries it into her, snugs up the strap and hands the end to the other man who buckles it into the harness tightly. I can hear her purring almost growling with the sudden invasion. I watch her hips sway back and forth as she adjusts herself to the toys working themselves around inside her body. Lastly the men ready the boots that she will be wearing for the day. Typical pony girl boots with no heel. Nailed to the bottom of the boot is a horse shoe. I can imagine that it will make an interesting sound on a hard surface. Too bad I will not get to experience that sound as all of todays events are outside on dirt or grass. With the spreader bar removed and phoebe standing on her new boots, she is a good seven inches taller than she was a few minutes ago. With no resistance from phoebe, the men lower her arms and fold them around behind her. One of the men pulls an interesting looking leather rig from the table and begins to wrap it around her forearms and tightens up several buckles. Lastly he takes a pair of leather cuffs attached to the rig and buckles them around her bicep area to keep her arms securely locked behind her. Placing my hands on her hips, I slowly guide her backwards towards the sulkie. I think phoebe would like this one as it is black with cream and red racing stripes and the number 7 is painted on the back. Its too bad she won’t be seeing too much of it today. Once inside the guides, the two men set to work securing her to the sulkie. After a couple of quick test pulls the men stand back, satisfied at their work. I pick up the small buggy whip from the table and slide into the seat. The men hand me the reins as they attach them to either side of the bit gag in her mouth. After a quick adjustment to the blinders, they nod to me and I am ready to give her a couple of practice runs around the grounds before we get started. A quick tug on the reins to the right and a swat from the whip and phoebe moves out at a slow pace. I watch her as she picks her steps carefully trying her best to adjust to the invaders in her body as well as figure out the new boots. I can imagine that each step drives the plugs into her in interesting ways. Once we are out into the field area, I straighten my pull on the reins and give her a good swat with the whip indicating I want her to step up the pace a little. Slowly phoebe builds up some speed, it has taken her a little while to get adjusted to her new position, but she seems to enjoy it, or at least is trying her best not get any encouragement from the buggy whip as we roll along the grassy field. A quick tug of the reins to the left and phoebe instantly responds and begins to pull the cart around and head back up the hill towards the staging area. I stop off at our table and exit the cart. Something is missing. A quick scan of the table and I select a couple of optional items and walk around in front of phoebe. She can only see directly in front of her due to the blinders. The posture collar prevents her from looking down to see what I am about to do to her. The first decorative nipple clamp goes on with her reaction being mixed. She shakes her head side to side as the second one goes on. I am still holding the light chain and bells in my hand and slowly drop my hand away from them, letting her nipples take the full weight. I can only imagine her protests, if she could speak. The split bit gag is just what it sounds like, one part of the gag goes over the tongue and the other part under the tongue, rendering it useless. The bit itself sits far enough back in the mouth to prevent her from pulling her tongue back and trying to speak. She does make pretty burbling sounds through the gag in her attempts to protest. I clip a couple of leather straps onto the harness and let them fall along her legs. These straps have a series of bells on them as well. She will jingle nicely as we head over to the race course. Sitting back into the cart, I pick up the reins and whip and give her the signal to turn left and head out towards the path in the woods. Listening to the bells ringing as we go along, I can only imagine what thoughts are going through her mind at this point. I watch as beads of sweat form along her upper arms and slowly begin to make their way down her body. It is already getting warm outside and it is barely 9 in the morning. I caught a glimpse of the weather and the girl said it was supposed to get into the upper 90’s today. As we round the last corner in the woods and break out into the clearing, we line up alongside several other drivers with their ponies and carts. I pull back on the reins and hold them back, while I pull her head from side to side, giving her a glimpse of the other girls and some of their costumes for the races. Some of the other ponies stomp the ground and pull at the reins wanting to get this underway. The drivers patiently hold them back awaiting the signal to begin. Each pony is given a handicap based on the weight of the driver and cart and will have time deducted to make the scores a little more even. Lets face it, phoebe is going to be pulling nearly 300 pounds with me and the cart. The pony next to us is going to be pulling around 200 pounds because the female driver barely clears 100 pounds. Hardly fair to the ponies unless that is taken into account. The starting flag in raised at the far end of the field. This is the 100m dash. I ready the reins and whip and wait for the signal. To my surprise phoebe starts snorting through the gag and stomping her feet in an attempt to either scare the nearby ponies or to signal her readiness to do this. I think the pony to my left got the hint and backed down a little. The flag drops and I give her a crack across the ass with the whip, not that she needed it, phoebe tore out as fast as she could muster. I am amazed at her speed as we make our way down the track. One of the five entries never left the starting line as the pony revolted and refused to move. About halfway down the track and it looks like we are going to finish in second overall, the lighter cart to my right is way out in front and we do not have much chance of catching it. The bells ringing along on phoebe makes me wonder what her nipples feel like about now. I can tell from her steps that the plugs are causing her some discomfort. Having seen some of the other plugs the other female ponies are wearing its a wonder some of them can barely move at all. I have a feeling the lead pony has been run a few times with plugs to get her used to it, oh well. We cross the finish line in second place overall. The scores are posted and adjusted accordingly. She did not do too badly all things considered. Adjusted scores put her in first place with a second overall finish. Time to water the ponies and watch the next couple of races. I step off the cart and lead phoebe over to the shade and turn her around so she can watch the male ponies run. I place the tube from the squirt bottle next to the gag and let a little fruit juice flow into her mouth as the ponies are lined up at the starting line. She tips her head back and swallows it down. Taking a soft towel I wipe the sweat from her as the flag is dropped for the second event. I can see the lust brewing in her eyes as she watches the male ponies run. I place more juice in her mouth as she stomps her hoof. The other ponies in the female class know she is a force to be reckoned with in these games. I walk her down to the starting line for the next race as the scores for the male ponies are tallied up. Judging from her steps, her body has adjusted to the plugs buried in her holes. We line up as the male ponies rest up in the shade. This time there are only four ponies in the race. Apparently the fifth that was in the last race has dropped out for some reasons unknown. The 200m dash is about to begin. Phoebe is really stomping her hooves and pulling at the reins, she wants this one and is not going to back off despite my tugging at the reins. As the starting flag is dropped she lurches forward and takes off like a shot. I let her run for a while until we are well enough out in front to ensure a victory and then pull her back a little bit. I am trying to save her strength for the last couple of races. It is amazing to watch the leg muscles ripple as they work to accomplish the task required of them. We cross the finish line in first place overall with second place only a few points behind. Stepping off the cart, I see the determination in her eyes as she stares down the other ponies. I grab the bit leads and pull her out of her stare and head her off into the shade. We have about an hour before the next competition is scheduled to start. Taking the juice bottle and squirting some into her mouth, I begin to wipe her down and rub her thigh muscles to prevent cramping. She is not allowed to sit between events. Phoebe continues to shake her head and snort at the other ponies, even as I rub her legs. A quick tug of the chain between her nipples draws her back to reality. I scold her and remind her to remain quiet for now. I can see in her eyes, that she acknowledges what I say and accepts it quietly. More juice goes in as we watch the next couple of events on the field followed by a brief intermission. The next event is an obstacle course through the woods. Its nearly a mile in length but it is a rough course so time is important, but not hitting anything is even more important. For this event the blinders on each pony are placed directly in front or his or her eyes. It will be up to the driver and the trust the pony has for him or her. Each pony will leave about five minutes behind the next one and time will begin from there. Phoebe is as ready as she is going to be as I guide her onto the starting line. The first part of the course is across the field, avoiding two pot holes and guiding the pony between two ponds and then its up into the woods from there. I guess I will just have to wait and see for myself what is coming. The first pony to leave the gate is in last place in the points standing. She is off to a slow start, apparently there is some issue with her not trusting the lead from the reins. This should be interesting to watch to say the least. Around the first pot hole and clearing the second, the driver gives a yank on the reins only to wind up in the pond. Too bad that is a disqualification for them as a group of folks help them out of the pond. The second pony and cart leave the line and head off at a good rate of speed. Narrowly missing the pot holes and shooting directly between the ponds, they clear the first part of the trail and disappear into the woods. The third team to leave the line misses the first pot hole, barely clears the second one and goes off course around the ponds. They are not disqualified but will have points docked for the error. I watch as they head off into the woods. Not being able to see the action, but hearing the approval of the onlookers, phoebe is snorting and stomping the ground she wants to get this underway. I tell her to follow my lead and do not take off fast. Judging from the other teams performances, we are going to meet up with them very soon anyways, so no reason to hurry this one. The flag drops and she gets a light tap from the buggy whip and we get underway. Steering her between the pot holes is fairly easy and slowly heading towards the ponds, I gently guide her with the reins. I will give her some room to run after the ponds and before the edge of the woods where the trail corners off. As we clear the ponds, I signal for her to step up the pace. She responds perfectly to my command and off we go at a brisk trot. As we round the corner in the woods, I pull her back to a walk to await the next obstacle. A tree is hanging low and partially blocking the trail. I guide her around it with ease and slow her up a little more, as we come to another slight corner. This is going to be a test as there are large rocks in the trail ahead of us. I slow phoebe to a crawl and guide her carefully through the maze. A cart is sitting empty alongside the trail, indicating to me that one of the two other teams remaining is out of the competition for good. I do hope there was no serious injury to the pony or the driver. Rounding another corner and I am amazed at the next obstacle. A hill with nearly a 25% grade that seems to go on forever into the trees. I pull her to a stop and study the hill, knowing that we are in good standing in the points. Phoebe is stomping the ground wanting to get this show on the road. I can hear her heavy breathing at the same time, she is getting tired, but does have one more event to go after this, so I do need to save her as much as I can. A flick of the reins and she takes off slowly. I watch in amazement as she leans into the harness and pull with all her strength as we make our way up the hill. Passing the halfway point, I can see her legs are really straining to maintain her balance and pull us up the hill. Just beyond the halfway point, off in the trees in the other cart, the female pony is down, completely exhausted. It is a good thing the blinders are on. I have a feeling that seeing that would encourage her to take off like a shot. I need her to remain steady and strong. As the hill begins to level out. I let her pick up a little more speed watching the trail ahead for any obstacles. As we round the last corner I see the finish line ahead and give her all the encouragement I can muster with the little whip. I am amazed at how much she pours on the coals and heads to the finish line. She crosses the line as the only female pony to finish the event. The crowd is cheering her on as we make our way back to the shade alongside the stables. I step off the cart and quickly give her as much juice as she can handle. Breathing hard, I know she wants to sit down, but that cannot happen just yet. I towel her off and work her legs to prevent them from cramping up. I hand her off to the two hands that got her ready initially this morning and head over to talk with the judges. It turns out that there are not enough female ponies left to compete in the final event and they extend an offer that I will not refuse. Phoebe can run as the lead pony on the teams event if she is up for the task. There are enough ponies left to run two courses if she runs lead on both of them. I sign her up and head back over towards her. I remove the bells from her legs and do the same with the bells on her nipples. Opening up the blinders, I look into a pair of exhausted eyes. I watch as they get wide when I explain what is going to happen next to her. She shakes her head from side to side and stomps her hoof as if to refuse me. I turn to the two hands still rubbing her legs and say, “unhook her from the sulkie and get her ready for the next event.” The two men quietly acknowledge me and set about their task. Phoebe is nearly begging me with her eyes not to force her to continue on with this. I watch as she gives as much resistance as she can while being hitched up the lead pony position. All the remaining positions are filled in slowly. I give her another drink of juice and pat her on the ass and thank her for a most excellent day of fun so far. “You had better not disappoint me,” is all I said as I walk towards the hay wagon and grab a seat. The driver steps up onto the wagon and takes her place on the wagon. The ponies on the left side are all reined together as are the ponies on the right side. The main set of reins leads up to phoebe. The driver releases the brake and flicks phoebe across the shoulders with her whip. At first she hesitates, but then picks up her hoof and pulls forwards. The other ponies all follow her lead. We ride along the trail heading out into the woods for what should be an enjoyable outing. I can tell the driver knows phoebe is exhausted and is not pushing her too hard. For that I am thankful, but I do wish phoebe would pick up her hoofs a little higher with each step. Fortunately the trail is perfectly level and the pace is slow as we round the last corner and head back in for the next round of passengers. I will be allowed to ride on this one as well so that I can monitor phoebe to make she that she is still okay. I give her as much juice again as she will drink. Her eyes are begging me to end this. She knows that it is useless to try and talk, it just comes out as burbles and babbles. I work her legs for a few minutes while the passengers load and unload. I chat with the next driver and ask him to be easy on her as she is about ready to drop from exhaustion. He nods with understanding and releases the brake. Giving phoebe some slack in the reins he uses the whip to encourage the male ponies to pick up the slack for her as we slowly make our way along the same loop. About halfway along the trail he stops the wagon and tells me to hop off and give her a drink. I do so quickly and give her as much as she can handle. I can tell from her ragged breathing and shaking legs, that she is done. I motion to the driver and begin to remove the tethers holding her to the rigging. As she is freed I do my best to toss the tethers up onto the rigging and out of the way while holding her up. I scoop up phoebe in my arms and walk around the rear of the wagon and place her onto it. The other passengers applaud her efforts as they make room for her to lay out. I begin to rub her legs as the driver gets underway with the remaining team. Some of the men touch her and look at me with askance. I nod and encourage them to comfort her. Back at the stables, I lay her down in a stall filled with fresh straw. At this point, I do not think she is even aware of her surroundings. The two men assigned to care for her are standing behind me. I turn to them and say, “make sure she is well fed, rub her down with liniment and see to it that she is thoroughly fucked in all holes before putting her to bed for the night.” Phoebe is definitely alert as her eyes got very wide with the last part of my instructions to them. With big grins on their faces, they closed the stall door behind them and began their work. I can hear her moan through the bit gag as I exit the barn to collect my wager winnings and get something to eat. The next morning I collect phoebe up from the stable and lay her across the back seat of the car. She thanks me for the wonderful weekend and drifts back off to sleep before I even get the car door closed. I hop in the front seat and fire up the engine for home. Funny, gasoline power just does not have the kick it used to have for me any more.

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