On The Way to the Farm - Part 2 - jo jo

After Breakfast we went to see what the days activities would be and we all waited quietly in the old chapel for Brigadier Haddin to come in.   The group had grown overnight as the day slaves had come in whilst we were at breakfast.  There were about 35 of us now all waiting for our days agenda to begin.

I sat there staring out the window thinking of my Master and wondering where He was and what He would be doing.  I wished we were allowed mobile phones so i could text Him or just call and hear the sound of his soothing tone.  I sighed knowing well i had to wait another 24 hours till i would hear it again and i made a mental note that i would never, ever be bad enough to be sent here again.  I could not stand being away from Him like this.

I was snapped back to reality when i noticed several cars pulling up in the car park, i really did not think to much about the reason for them arriving because the farm often had slaves come just for the day for training, i just thought that this was certainly going to be a big class today and with a bit of luck i might be out of the firing line for a pleasant change.

The Brigadier hurried over to met them all and began laughing loudly as he rallied them all around him.  He then drew their attention to one of the guests pulling up in a small truck.  He pointed to it and laughed again, this time with the group laughing in unison with him.  I thought to myself that his amusement was surely something that would be painful and humiliating for us.

He made a call on his walkie-talkie and the farm hand Will came to his side almost at once.  He was taller than most men and i thought he weighed a hefty 120kg for sure.  I watched him as he opened the back of the truck and unloaded several very large cases from it and carried them down to the stables.  I must confess part of me was disappointed as i thought it was something that the Brigadier had intended for our training.

We waited patiently or not so patiently for the visitors to join us, they were a diverse group in their late 40s to mid 60s.  I was amused as i watched them join us in the chapel, some of them looked pre-Victorian, and perhaps similar to the folk you would imagine seeing in the story Pride and Prejudice.

When they were all inside i noted there was all in all 14 of them.  They stood at the front of our little chapel just looking at us as if we were about to be put on sale.  

I began to squirm a little, particularly as the chubby senior couple looked me over several times.  I did not intend to be taken by them and used for their pleasure and that was definitely for sure and certain.

There was a good-looking 50ish man joining them, he was well-suited in riding pants and shinny brown boots, curly short brown hair and long side-burns that reflected a bit of grey.  Yes, he would be my choice if i were given one. 

The Brigadier finally joined them and we all stood in unison as he walked into the room.  Dire consequences followed the ones that did not stand quickly enough.

We were introduced to the group as his ‘slaves’ and the guests were given a few moments to mingle around the room to make their selections.  I was not liking the way things were forming and i was more than relieved when the chubby couple walked straight past me without even a hint of a look.  I smiled to myself as they headed straight to Yankee.

The good-looking gentleman walked towards me and bent me over; he felt my legs and calves, ankles and shoulders… M’mm a bit kinky i thought as he slowly moved over my body giving me such a deliberate and complete examination.  I must admit i was getting a little wet by his attention.  

I felt a little offended when he walk away from me and went off to peruse the Marshal twins… little sluts, i thought to myself.

Another gentleman then came to me, he appeared to be in his mid-fifties, and he reminded me of a Spanish King, looking over his recent acquisition

and admiring his bounty.  I smiled as he placed his fingers over my breasts and felt my nipples, squeezing them tightly and pulling them out, stretching them and looking and stretching and looking.  

Omg where did this lot come from, i thought as i tried to stop myself from giggling at the seriousness of his inspection.

He looked at the Brigadier and nodded, the Brigadier walked over to me, picked up my hand and stamped my wrist with a number 17.  

Good selection he said, you will find her opinionated, spirited and independent, you won’t be disappointed and then smiling he looked at the Spaniard and said, I know you have just the right implements to alter that should you require.

They both laughed.

I knew my Master would never sell me and i also knew He would most definitely be here at 10am sharp tomorrow for morning tea and last goodbyes at the farm.  That’s the one thing i love so much about my Master is His loyalty and reliability.  He never makes promises He does not keep and He never leaves me wondering what is happening in His life.  We are Master and slave, but also soul mates.  

I would go along with the days activities knowing that they would not violate what my Master has given His permission for.  I trusted Him entirely with my life and why wouldn’t i, He was my life.

After all the selections and introductions were completed we went to the mess hall for morning tea.  One thing i must say for weekends here at the Brigadiers we certainly eat well.  Freshly brewed tea and coffee, cakes and scones with homemade jam and cream straight from the dairy was laid out on lovely red and white checked table clothes.  I smiled as i watch the new slaves working hard to cater for us.  Well there has to be something said about being a regular here… as i remembered my first time here and how difficult it was.

The bell rang and we were about to find out what the days activities were all about, I knew that they would involve the usual training of discipline and humiliation, but i was totally bamboozled about the events that have led up to it.  I had never experienced anything like this here before and now i had ruled out a slave auction because of this weird selection process.

My Master for the day was to be Sir Alarico.  His accent was rich, which i really had to listen very carefully to understand what he was saying to me.  He had a charming smile that showed off a gold tooth.  Yes, i thought definitely from a kingly line.  

He told me to call him Sir at all times and also mentioned that his name Alarico was a Latin name that meant ‘all-powerful; a ruler of all’, employing a little intimidation i think. 

Well it worked and i felt myself immediately moisten and blush as we both realised it.

He was very tall and quite muscled for his age, I liked the look of him very much.  He was from Toledo the capital of Spain, a Gothic epoch until the mid 1500s.  He asked me if i’d ever visited his country and i shook my head, but assured him i would love too one day with my Master.  Oh yes he agreed, it’s a city for those who seek to buy fine artisan and taste exquisite cuisine.

I smiled at him; he had summed me up pretty quickly.  Quite a rare talent, i knew i was going to enjoy today.

The Brigadier summoned the guests and they all walked ahead of us down to the stables, they looked an odd group as they strode and wobbled down the 500 metre pasture.

We slowly and respectfully followed them, and when we arrived they were all standing in a line in front of those ‘strange looking’ cases that arrived in the truck.  

M’mm so they were for us i mused as i walked over to my new Day Master.  He nodded for me to open the case and then chuckled amusingly at my reaction to its contents.

I was shocked… never in a million years would i have guessed what the Brigadier had planned for our humiliation training today.

Sir Alarico pulled me to him and gave me a hug.  

“Don’t worry lilone, you are going to make a lovely pony girl today and you will look adorable when i get you all finished in this lovely dressage.  You’ll be the pride of your Master when He comes in for the race meeting this afternoon and I intend to dress you and train you this morning so you won’t disappoint Him when He races you.

I must admit i was relived to know that it was going to be an event for my Master, and i determined there and then that i would do my best with my trainer to learn as quickly as i could so my Master would be suitably proud of me when He raced me.  A shrill of delight flooded through my body at the thought of Him being here soon and seeing me all dressed up as His personal pony, harnessed and ready for the race meeting.  I imagined us racing me around the track with the other human ponies and Drivers.  I grinned slightly at my Day Master.

We were all commanded to strip and to give careful attention to the instructions of our Day Masters and Mistresses as the case may be.  I looked at Yankee and he was in ecstasy as he undid his case with all the attention of his Day Master and Mistress fussing around his naked body.   How nice i thought.

I striped obediently and Sir Alarico reached between my legs, opened them firmly and began to gently massage my very wet clitoris.  A moan escaped from my lips, i was totally aroused.  Sir Alarico looked up at me and frowned.

‘Oh no you don’t,” he said.  “You have to earn this one.”

I blushed.

He lifted my arms and began to suck on my nipple, i squeezed my legs together trying to stop myself from cumming, but it was hard to stop and it was only when he stopped that i was able to control my urges.

“Argh, perfect.”  he said.  “Just the right length now.”

He reached into the case and took out two rings and clamped one on each nipple. 

I squirmed as they grabbed onto the base of my nipples.  That hurts i complained.

‘Slappppppppppppppp’  

Right across my bottom with the riding crop.

“Slappppppppppppppp”

“Now that may take your mind off the pain then”, he said curtly.

“Slappppppppppppppp”

He parted my legs further and pulled on my outer labia.  He then inserted a row of 5 rings on each side.  These clamps did not hurt as much as the nipple ones.  It was such a titillating feeling have each one clamped slowly on.  He then got to the base of my clit and clamped a large gold ring.  

“H’mmm, now that looks good.” he said stepping back to admire his own artisan skills.

“Ok, head up proudly,” he commanded.  Inserting a nose ring, a gold collar around my neck and then.

Sir Alarico then lifted my arms and put my harness around my waist and under my breasts; it was soft and gold in colour.  It was like wearing a corset. Sir Alarico pulled it as tight as he could making my waist tiny and my breasts larger then i’ve ever seen them. i loved it.  Several rings attached to it that would later be threaded to the ring clamps on my body and the harness.

Then…….

“Owwwwwwwwwww”  

I tried not to scream but could not hold back.  This time i did not get a taste of the crop as  Sir Alarico inserted a firm lubricated rubber plug into my bottom.

I grimaced it hurt so much.

“Shhhhhhh, now little pony, this is your lovely tail’, patting me gently as he brushed the long golden tail that had now become part of my body.

“We want you looking your best for Your Master don’t we?”

To be continued.