#MasturbationMonday – #PonyGirl Preparation! #BDSM

 

Welcome to another edition of Masturbation Monday. Are we depressed it’s Monday? Oh no, because there are lots of naughty goodies to discover around these parts. Brace yourself. Today we take a look at Jenny’s preparation into PONY-GIRL land…

Hot To Trot

Unbelievably, even her dreams were sexual in nature. It seemed there was no escape from the debauched wonderland she had found herself in, where comforting warm water lapped at her body in soft ripples of movement and a thousand adept fingers began to stroke every inch of her body. They explored every crevice and contour she possessed with delicate precision, soothing her injured flesh. The feeling was sublime. In the land of the living Jenny felt sure that her body wouldn’t be able to suffer another orgasm, but in the depths of her slumbering subconscious her libido was revving itself up and would soon be good to go. Her hair was soaking wet, it was being massaged with the most decadent smelling shampoo and it smelt so good, she wanted to lick the bubbly concoction off the many fingers surrounding her. There was soft music in the background and gentle whispers all around her and it just added to the calming atmosphere, until she listened more attentively and found out exactly what they were talking about…

‘She’s gorgeous.’

‘Can we watch her explode? Do ya think she’s a screamer?’

‘I could lap at that pussy till she’d produced enough cream for a doughnut,’ giggled another, and tiny fingers rolled her clitoris around to affirm the point.

‘Uh-uh-uh, you know we’ve been told there are to be no O’s.’ A stern voice and a clucking tongue.

‘Oh, look how she squirms, so cute,’ a young voice said, full of mischief.

Although Jenny’s eyes felt as if they’d been stuck together with glue, eventually she managed to lift the leaden weights of her eyelids upwards.

It wasn’t a dream. She groaned to herself. How many times had she thought that particular thought today? Just breathe, she told herself and find out what you can, whilst keeping your eyes firmly shut. They can’t do too much damage to you, if they think you’re in the land of nod. A quick flutter of her eyelashes revealed that she was surrounded by young women, about 10 in total. So she’d been a little overzealous with the 1000 fingers comment. The women were dressed. A few in sundresses and some in pairs of jeans or shorts, but they were all petite and had fantastic figures. Another flutter of her lashes revealed that she was in a bath, a tranparent Perspex bath, which was placed in front of a floor length window and on display to a rather large gathering outside. What the… Jenny immediately tried to cover up all of her important parts, primarily her crotch and her breasts, but her arms wouldn’t co-operate. Now that her act of pretence was over, she looked over her head to discover that her hands had been handcuffed to a pair of shiny brass bath taps. What were these insane people doing to her? Rattling the chains madly and thankful for the lack of a gag, she began screaming the place down.

One of the women, a brunette dressed in a white shirt and shorts, solved the sound problem by pushing Jenny’s head down into the deep water of the bath. Submerged for what felt like an hour, when she came to the surface again, spluttering and spitting, she didn’t make a noise when the lady placed one finger over her lips. Is there anybody in this place who doesn’t play nasty, Jenny thought, tipping her head at right angles to clear the water from her ears.

‘You can’t talk or you’ll get us in trouble,’ said the brunette. ‘Ponies must never speak. You can neigh or whinney, but you mustn’t use your voice. Do you understand?’ She pressed her lips together in a line.

Jenny nodded. She was not three and she spoke English, thank you very much. Lose the patronising tone, lady.

‘Are you feeling a bit sore?’

This time, a shake of her head because bizarrely, she was feeling pretty good.

‘While you were out cold, the vet came and fitted your IUD. She figured it would be kinder that way, as it can be a painful procedure. It’s a contraceptive device that is fitted inside your uterus. You’re going to be having lots and lots of sex during your stay here and it’s one of the quickest and most reliable methods to ensure you don’t get pregnant. You’ll probably be sore for a day or two but she gave you a shot of some fast acting painkillers, so you should be alright for the next few hours or so.’

Jenny felt another scream bursting inside her, waiting to break free. How dare they! This was her body. These should be her decisions. What were they going to do the next time she took a nap? Give her double G breast implants? She wouldn’t put it past them. The brunette must have seen her horrified look, but mistook the meaning behind it, for her next words were:

‘Don’t worry, everyone who works or visits Albrecht has been tested for sexually transmitted diseases, including yourself. There is no risk of contracting anything nasty.’

What, what, what? She’d had a blood test? When? The only blood she’d had taken recently had been at her yearly medical a month ago and if that was the case that would mean… Jenny refused to consider the possibility. If it were true, she was here to stay and if she was here to stay, her eyes widened. She was not going to think about it. Her body began to tremble. Mark’s earlier words, ‘This isn’t somewhere you end up by chance,’ rang in her head.

Her train of thought was swiftly lost as the fingers continued their quest of exploration. Light little tugs at her pubic hair, a soft stroke upon her labia, a tweak of a nipple and a gentle circle around the bruised circumference of her sphincter. It made her jump. The whispers continued.

‘Her Dom’s been a little bit rough,’ said one.

No kidding, thought Jenny darkly.

‘So responsive, though. Look how her areola darkens the more excited she gets.’

‘She’s really wet.’

‘That’s cos she’s in a bathtub, stupid.’

‘No, wet, wet. Down here.’

Jenny squeaked as two fingers inserted themselves into her pussy and wiggled about for good measure.

‘Does she do girls?’

She does not do girls, thought Jenny, narrowing her eyes. But she couldn’t keep them narrowed for long. The fingers were now everywhere at once. They teased her breasts; kneading, cupping, stroking and giving her nipples little pinches with the tips of their fingernails. Some traced the outline of her rib cage, others dipped inside her mouth and trailed a wet path across the shell of her ear. Like inquisitive tentacles, they curled, coiled and writhed around her body. Jenny began her newly popular, heavy breathing routine. Please don’t make me come again, she thought desperately. She had almost forgotten about her audience outside, but risking a quick look, saw that the gathering had increased in size. Oh, no, no, no.

‘If she doesn’t, she soon will and she’ll enjoy it.’ A snigger.

‘Ladies, we’ve got things to do,’ said the brunette and by the looks of her, she meant business.

The fingers stopped and there were a few huffs of disappointment. One of them was Jenny’s. This orgasm thing was a tricky business. One minute you didn’t want them, next minute you did.

A sweet smelling lotion was rubbed onto both of Jenny’s cuffed hands and massaged particularly carefully into her nails and cuticles. Then the familiar smell of acetone wafted through the room. Were they going to give her a manicure? It was official, Jenny had just stepped off the edge of the earth and was diving into the twilight zone.

Seeing her puzzled look, one of the younger ones took pity on her. ‘Short fingernails and no polish, I’m afraid. You’re a pony. Pity, because you’ve got a beautiful set of French manicured beauties here. Have them done this morning?’

Jenny nodded and observed, with her stomach churning sickeningly, as the effects of her two hour long luxury manicure were wiped away in an instant. Her toes were being given the same treatment. When the clippers came out, it was just as well she couldn’t see what they were doing, because she wouldn’t have been able to watch the damage being inflicted upon them. They would take weeks to regrow. One by one, the nails fell to the floor and the resulting rough edges were filed neatly. She was left with short, unattractive stubs and her friends would wonder if she’d taken to biting them. Urrgh. They looked disgusting.

One of the older ladies was behind her, sat on a wooden chair, and was combing the tangled knots from her wet hair. It almost distracted her from the massacred nail saga, which was nearly complete.

‘We’re going to dry and cut your mane next. You’re lucky. Some ponies have their heads shaved and the hair is used to make their tale so they’ll have a perfect colour match. Wasn’t that what happened to you, Sugar?’ the younger girl turned to the middle aged lady with the comb and raised her eyebrow.

Sugar shuddered and mumbled, ‘Sure was Poppy, and I wouldn’t recommend it. I was trained in winter and ponies don’t get to wear hats.’

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