BH Stables, Part 3

BH Stables, Part 3

Tyrone woke about an hour before the buzzer.  He was feeling highly aroused just like the previous evening.  As he lay on the ground, he tried again to get some relief.  Having failed to get much satisfaction the previous evening  against the wall  he tried again, this time pushing and grinding  himself against the floor.  No amount of contact managed to transfer to the head of his penis. Ten minutes of this just left him even more frustrated than before he began.  He wondered if he could somehow break the device off, freeing him to allow an orgasm. He knew there would be consequences but feeling highly aroused in the moment, he was prepared to suffer them.  It would show Brigitte that he wasn’t just going to passively accept her control over him. Besides when you’re feeling really horny other considerations are less important.  However, it was all in vain. The only thing he achieved was scraping his balls off the hard surface.  They felt like they had doubled in size since he’d arrived there.  Having someone lock up your cock against your will was the ultimate form of domination and power he reflected. It was the most degrading part of his current existence, and combined with Brigitte’s constant feminization of him, he felt his masculinity completely undermined. He eventually admitted defeat spending the remaining time feeling sorry for himself as well as extremely frustrated while he waited for Brigitte’s arrival.  The best he could hope for was her  casual stroke of his shaft or a squeeze of his balls. This is what he had been reduced to.

In no time the buzzer sounded and he was lined up outside his stall beside the others.  Brigitte was looking fantastic again, even better than the day before.  She always looks good Tyrone thought.  Was that because she actually did, or was his heightened horniness was affecting his judgement. Today she was wearing a skimpy pair of denim hotpants that didn’t leave much to the imagination. They pulled tightly against her pussy and half her ass cheeks were visible as he estimated they couldn’t be much more than four inches high.  She wore a white t-shirt , it was tied up in a knot below her tits revealing her bellybutton.   Her hair was tied up with a with a clasp crowning the top of her head.

Then he noticed something. As he looked across the barn to the other side, he spotted someone sitting on the sofa he had been secured to previously.  It was a girl, she seemed petite also and from what he could see, she was  naked. She had coffee colored skin but it wasn’t easy to make out her ethnicity as  her head was covered but she might be Asian he guessed.  She had lovely heavy tits that were pushed forward  because her hands were secured behind her and her feet tied to the legs of the chair just as he had been a few days ago.  He wondered who she could be.  She can’t be a rapist that’s for sure he thought.

He was familiar with the routine by this time as Brigitte made her way along the line snapping off each of their chastity devices humming a tune as she went along, dropping them into a bucket of liquid, most likely disinfectant.  Tyrone couldn’t wait for his to come off and knew he’d be instantly erect when he was released. However, as Brigitte approached him, she recoiled back. “What the hell have you been doing?” she yelled. “Look at the state of this chastity device!” she said as she swiftly removed the top half of it waving it before him. He could feel his face redden with embarrassment like a child who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, however  he could also feel himself harden despite the tirade from the  little dictator. He could see how badly scratched it was, with scuff marks where he had been humping the wall and the floor. “This is my property and look how you’ve treated  it.” she said holding up the chastity device again. “How dare you damage my property.”  she continued. “More to the point, THIS CLIT is my property” she said as she took hold of his semi erect shaft, squeezing it as hard as she could. “You absolutely do not have my permission to touch it never mind jerk it off.”  she yelled. Tyrone was already regretting his choices, why couldn’t he have just ignored his urges. “Unless you’re completely dumb you must have worked out why you’re wearing this device.  You are clearly attempting to defy me by trying to achieve orgasm when you know this is absolutely forbidden.”  She appeared genuinely irritated.  Her use of the word ‘clit’ affected him much more than it should. How could anyone mistake his big cock for a clit he wondered.  But she hadn’t finished her tirade. “During your reconditioning here, you will need to learn to show much greater self-control.  It is only when I am convinced you can be trusted not to behave like an animal will you ever be allowed to touch  this and you will never be allowed to jerk off.” she said as she pulled on his member.  “And I think it will be a very long time before that happens” she added. “You think wearing a chastity device is a punishment, but in reality, it is a luxury as you will soon find out. You will be begging to get it back on,  I can promise you.” With that she disappeared from the barn, walking away purposefully with every pony watching her tight denim clad ass until she was out of sight.  His attention was drawn again to the girl tied up across the room, however she barely moved at all.  Still, it was nice to have another female to leer at while Brigitte wasn’t about.

Why on earth would he ever beg to have a chastity device on, he wondered, reflecting on what she had just said.  If he never saw one again it would be too soon. While she was gone Tyrone still felt embarrassed that he had been caught trying to masturbate and letting down Brigitte, before reminding himself of the insanity of situation he was in.  He knew she was crazy and had no right to do what she was doing.  However, as she reappeared, he returned to the reality that the only thing that mattered was what she thought, and he would have no choice but to go along with it.

She carried a few small containers which she put to one side.   What she did next surprised Tyrone a little.  She went along the line of ponies with large plastic bottles collecting urine.  “Piss” she said as she fed Duchess’s penis into the container.  He was semi erect and it’s more difficult to pee in this state, so she had to wait a moment but eventually he filled the container and she just pulled his cock out allowing him to finish on the ground.  She worked her way along using a different container for each pony with only Dolly being unable to produce anything.  Tyrone managed to go also.  He found it such an intimate experience to have someone hold his cock as he pissed into the bottle.  Up until now it was just about the only thing he still had the power of choice over.  Her little hand gripped the top of his shaft while he urinated.  Again, once he got started the bottle wasn’t big enough to hold all he had so she left him pissing over his legs and on the ground as she placed his sample on a shelf with the others.  Collecting piss was something he found mystifying as it was the first time he’d witnessed her do it.

She returned to Tyrone with another  tall jar full of red colored liquid which contained what looked like several pipe cleaners.  “I don’t want you pissing again today without my permission.” she announced looking up making eye contact with him.  He nodded his head to indicate he understood. “Today you we going to raise your awareness of what I own and you will learn how to look after my property much better than you have been.” She said ominously. “I will not have you abusing what is mine for your own perverted gratification.  One of the most important lessons you need to learn here is your relief should only be possible with the consent of your owner.  Just thinking you can jack off anytime you like is not acceptable.” 

Tyrone still had no idea what she had in mind, but he was becoming increasingly worried.  She produced his Prince Albert ring and deftly inserted it into his piercing.  Then she took a pipe cleaner from the jar.  “This has been soaking in a hot chili mixture and I will be inserting it into your japs eye.” she said waving the pipe cleaner before him.  “Try not to think of It as a punishment but an opportunity   to help you remember why you why you are here. It will give you some heat sensation which will serve as a reminder to you that this is my property” she said as she allowed his penis to rest on the palm of her left hand. “I will refresh it during the day to help you to remain constantly aware. Tonight, you will not be permitted to wear your chastity device.  Instead, you will need to prove to me you are able to spend an evening exhibiting some self-control without touching my property.  If you can, I may allow you to wear your chastity device again.  If you cannot then we will have to do this all again tomorrow.”  Tyrone wondered how she would know if he rubbed himself without the chastity device.  He wondered if this could be an opportunity for him to shoot his load at last. With that she carefully pushed the wire and wool length  into his slit travelling up about 5 inches.  She twisted the end around his Prince Albert holding it securely in place.  

In the first few seconds he felt almost nothing, just the odd sensation of having something inserted into his cock.  Then in a moment he began to feel the burning sensation inside his penis radiate, setting every nerve ending ablaze.  It was sheer torture and consumed him completely. He wanted to remove the offending intruder immediately, but he was in no position to do so.  He tried shaking his cock but if anything, it made things worse allowing the burning liquid to find even more places to seep into and hurt him. He let out a low moan as Brigitte rubbed the residue of the hot liquid around the top of his gland, being careful to keep away from where she had operated on him.  She stood back with her arms crossed over her chest with a smug satisfied grin as she nodded her head, no doubt congratulating herself on this wicked punishment. All he could think about was bathing his cock in a bucket of ice water and somehow scratching the awful itch.  She stepped forward to examine it again checking her handiwork and gently rubbing in a little residue that had leaked.  “I know it’s a little uncomfortable, but you will get used to it” she said indifferently.  “The most important thing is to remember the purpose of this exercise is to help remind you not to abuse my property and to teach you some self-control. I’m sure you feel like scratching it to relieve the discomfort.  Resisting the temptation to touch it is what you will learn today, and as a bonus it’s helped your erection to subside.”  As she said this, she dropped his cock allowing it to swing freely. Tyrone was breathing heavily and making low deep grunts, doing his best to somehow cope with this awful new sensation that prevented him thinking about anything else.  He wanted to tell her he’d learned his lesson and he would never touch himself again without her permission.  In fact, he would have begged her if he could. But he knew he would have to suffer and just hoped the burning sensation would subside.

She went about the rest of her duties preparing the other ponies.  Tyrone welcomed the dumbbell session when it started.  It gave him something to take his mind of his current predicament and the energy and effort he made even caught Brigitte’s attention.  “Good girl, you’re seeing the benefits already.  You’re really beginning to tighten up even after a few days here” she said from behind him reaching around to grope his pectoral muscles with her right hand while squeezing his ass with the other like he was a piece of meat. Such was his focus he barely noticed. He knew he was raising the bar of his performance which he’d have to match in the coming days, but he’d worry about that tomorrow.

Before the ponies went outside to begin their day’s work, Brigitte wheeled in a large whiteboard on a stand.  Along the left side were the names of the six ponies.  Along the top were the days of the week. “As I promised you ladies, I’m going to be introducing more rewards and incentives. If you do well you will get a reward and if you don’t, you will get a receive an incentive which should make you try harder for a reward the following week.  Every day you start with 100 points.  I will deduct points as necessary if you do not please me.  Then on Sunday we will have a lovely day together where you will receive your reward or incentive.”

She went to the board to demonstrate. As you all know, Poppy has been a very naughty girl today, so she loses points. It was Wednesday so in the box corresponding to Poppy she wrote -50.  “Let’s hope she doesn’t drop any more points!” she remarked as she updated the board.  “And the exciting thing is you can all see how well you’re doing day to day.  Each week the top three positions are the winners.  The bottom three are the losers, so as you can see, you’re competing against each other.”  Tyrone like the rest of the ponies were very interested to find out what the rewards and ‘incentives’  were, but they’d have to wait.  He suspected however that the term incentive was a fancy way of saying ‘punishment’.  He’d find out soon enough.

Once again Tyrone didn’t have to work with the others.  She left him there locked in the stocks outside his stall and informed him she had more training planned for him. She left him inside while she prepared the others.  Once again, she spent some time tarting them up like whores but he was too consumed with his own predicament to pay much attention to what color of eye makeup or lipstick she was applying.  After about fifteen minutes when she had set them all to work, she returned to Tyrone.  The burning sensation hadn’t eased but somehow, he’d managed to endure it. “Now, we’re going to make you look beautiful” she said as she climbed up a small stepladder  to apply her range of nasty cosmetics on him. He couldn’t see what she was putting on him but this time she was using one of those thick makeup brushes to apply foundation and blusher as well as mascara, eye liner and offensive looking red lipstick. He could feel it on him and even smell it and he guessed he must have looked a sight. If it wasn’t for device causing his penis to feel like it was on fire he might have allowed himself to become annoyed but all his focus was directed to dealing with this irritation. “You’ve been behaving like a slut so it’s appropriate  you look like one.  Hopefully you’ll soon learn to behave like a lady” she said as she made her  finishing touches.

She disappeared again to the other side of the barn for about ten minutes leaving Tyrone to think about what was coming next.  Probably more absurd marching exercises he guessed.  He didn’t have to wait long to find out. Soon she had him on a lead pulling him over to where she had been.  His heart sunk when the huge white dildo came into view.  It was what he’d seen the ponies drink from the previous day, attached to a post about head level.   “You will need to learn to take onboard liquids once you’re working fulltime outside.” Surely it would be a lot easier just to drink from a tap or a container Tyrone thought, why does she always have to add on an extra layer of humiliation. “I’m sure you remember that you really need to learn to take it completely into your throat otherwise hardly anything will come out” she reminded him.  “I want to see those beautiful red lips right up against his balls” she said pointing to the imitation ball sack. Again, this would normally have caused Tyrone considerable annoyance if he wasn’t so preoccupied with his cock. 

He was really worried he could never get the hang of having something pushed so far down his throat but he had witnessed the other ponies do it so thought at least it must be possible.  If anything was going to take his mind off the burning sensation in his cock it was probably having a coughing fit.  “As an incentive I’m going to allow you to use fresh water for the first twenty minutes and hopefully that will be enough for you to master the technique” she said.  “After that you will be practicing using piss because I refuse to believe even a dumb animal couldn’t learn this in ten minutes and I will not allow you to drag this out.  Firstly, you will drink your own piss.  I noticed how dark it was, the first of the day is like that,  very concentrated and pungent. If you haven’t learned by then you will practice on  the piss I collected from the other ponies this morning.  I also have some I saved from yesterday which isn’t so fresh so let’s hope that won’t be necessary.” she said in a tone of voice that implied she was already disappointed in him before he’d even had the chance to try it.  Tyrone should have been aghast but all he could think about was focusing on learning the skill needed.  The thought of drinking his own or piss or worse, some other guys was too awful to even contemplate. Of course, he had in the past pissed on some of the girls he’d fucked but that was just fun and he was giving, not taking.  He was determined to avoid drinking any piss, it was just an issue of mind over matter.

Brigitte left him to it as she marched over to the girl chained to the sofa.  Where he was stood he could easily watch both of them.  She sat beside the captive girl and removed the large paper bag from her head.  She must be gagged Tyrone thought as she began thrashing about almost immediately but he could hear nothing.  Brigitte appeared relaxed as well she might considering her absolute control over her captive.  He noticed her brushing the tops of her breasts, above her nipples in light downward strokes as if to try to sooth her. However it had the opposite effect.  Tyrone didn’t think she could be any more animated than she had been, but this pawing at her seemed to push her over the edge as she frantically shook and tested her bonds with all her might.  Next he saw Brigitte fasten something around her neck, and it looked a lot like the control collar he’d seen Princess wearing.  He could see Brigitte talking to her, but she was too far away to hear what she was saying.  Most likely giving her the same speech he’d had when he was tied to that chair he guessed, when she told him he didn’t need to know where he was or how long he’d be here for and leaving him in no doubt she was the boss.  Just then he watched as she took something from her bag that looked like quite a thick white dildo with ring on the end.  He could see Brigitte smiling as she held it up for the captive girl to look at. It was long and fat, enough to fill any girl he thought.  It was clear this had only one destination and he her current position the girl was in no position to resist the invader.  Brigitte smeared what must have been lubricant over it before unceremoniously  sliding it into her pussy to the hilt.  The girl was tied with each of her ankles attached to a leg of the sofa meaning her pussy would have been wide open to whatever Brigitte wanted to put in it.  When she took her hand away he couldn’t see any of it, it was all inside her.  She attached the ring on the end to a chain that attached to a tight fitting belt around the girl’s waist, presumably to prevent it from slipping out.  Was it another version of the anal trainer Tyrone wondered and if so, why not have it in her ass like the other ponies?  However, on reflection the ponies only offered only one option, this girl had a pussy and an anus to choose from.  Inserting it in her pussy may be more manageable as there wasn’t the constant need to take it out.  All of this happened in a minute or two and although he was spellbound by what he saw he knew he’d need to make a start on mastering the dildo tap.

However, it didn’t begin well.  Just like yesterday once he had it in about 5 inches his gag reflex kicked in and the little water that was released went down the wrong way leaving him almost falling over from the coughing fit that ensued.  And as he predicted, it did indeed take his mind off his burning cock.  It took him several minutes to recompose himself as he became aware of the amount of time that had passed since Brigitte had left him.  At least ten minutes.  If couldn’t demonstrate the proper use of the dildo he’d be forced to drink his own piss.  With that he decided to expedite matters.  His plan was to force the dildo down his throat as fast as possible so it would be lodged there before his gag reflex had a chance to kick in.  This didn’t work either.  The only difference being the amount of water that was released made him feel like he was drowning, and he coughed for much longer than the first time.  His resolve was wavering, and he dreaded the prospect of making another attempt.

 He guessed he had about 5 minutes left before his time was up, so he decided to watch what Brigitte was up to for a minute, allowing him time for one more go.  She appeared to be trying to make the captive girl stand up.  She had loosened the chain attached to her collar, attached a twenty inch hobble between her ankles  and removed the bonds to the sofa legs.  This should have allowed her to stand but she appeared to be refusing to comply.  Brigitte had stood up already and was gesturing her to do like wise but she simply refused to cooperate.  She attached  a leash to the girls collar and then removed her gag.  She wasted no time launching into to a full tirade of abuse against Brigitte.  Curious because Tyrone reckoned it was obvious in her highly agitated state that she would react like this.  Perhaps that is what Brigitte wanted?   She screamed at the top of her voice “you fucking psycho bitch, keep your filthy hands off me you fucking dyke, you will pay for this, I know who you are, you’re a dead woman….” And so it went on.  Brigitte used all her force to pull her forward and without the use of her hands she was unable to resist.  Once she was on her feet she charged toward Brigitte as much as she could, restrained as she was, but barely stopping for breath as the barrage of abuse continued.   Then with a tap of her watch Brigitte looked on as the girl fell to the floor like she’d been shot by a sniper.  This was followed by a prolonged convulsive fit that lasted for over thirty seconds.  This was a lot longer than the previous punishment he’d witness her deliver.  To make matters worse she appeared to be receiving the punishment via the device around her neck as well as the one in her pussy.  In no time she had lost control of her bladder and bowel as she soiled herself while thrashing about, leaving her covered in her own shit and piss. However this was the least of her troubles.  Although it was all over in less than a minute even as a spectator it seemed to go on forever.  For the victim it must have seemed an eternity.  Halfway through Brigitte had simply strolled away looking very pleased with herself.  As soon as the girl had began showing resistance she probably made her mind up to use the nuclear option Tyrone supposed.  If anything it made him even more fearful of Brigitte and less confident that he could cope with the pain if he ever had to.  But then he wondered if the two people he’d seen punished like this just had a low pain threshold. He hoped he’d never have to test it but part of him thought he’d cope better.

He had only a minute or so left to attempt the dildo tap again and what he’d just witnessed incentivized him to master it.  But alas his third attempt ended like the others, with him doubled up coughing and spluttering for several minutes after.  Brigitte appeared soon after with faux concern as she shook her head in disappointment over his lack of progress.  “We’ll continue with this later” she snapped as she dragged him close to where the girl still lay shaking.  Close up now Tyrone could see that the girl was indeed Asian, possibly Thai origin he guessed although she’d spoken with a Texas accent.  She was probably 24 or 25 and was incredibly attractive even in her current most unflattering of states.  He noticed her breasts first because that was his favorite part of the female anatomy.  They were teardrop shaped, each one very separate from the other, round at the bottom and full at the top.  They looked particularly well on this Asian girl’s slight frame and he guessed she was about the same height as Brigitte if not smaller.  Possibly 5 foot or even a bit less.  She moaned quietly now, and all the fight had clearly gone out of her.  Brigitte turned up at that moment with a power hose blasting the girl with water as she circled her.   She curled up into the fetal position to protect herself but this allowed Brigitte to clean her ass with the jet as she exposed her rump to her mistress.  She did her hair next which was shoulder length leaving it like a discarded mop. Brigitte roughly pulled it into an elastic making a ponytail.

She  disappeared out of the barn for another ten minutes returning with a small bag for whatever she had in mind next.  She offered the captive girl some water before attaching a leash to her collar and  commanding her to get up in a soft tone.  The girl didn’t resist and shakily got to her feet.  She led the girl and Tyrone outside holding both leashes in the same hand.  They went beyond the jacuzzi area to a grass lawn maybe 30 feet long,  with a nice-looking rattan corner seating unit covered in cushions sitting at one end of the grass.  The sounds of the ponies exerting themselves was a constant backdrop. Brigitte sat and  bid Tyrone to kneel down close to the chair while she had the girl lay across her knee in such a way her ass was right below Brigitte’s tits while her breasts  rested on the cushions beside Brigitte.  Tyrone marveled at the difference in the girl.  Previously full of fire and fight, now as far as he could see utterly compliant.  Brigitte pushed her legs apart which the girl allowed again with no resistance so that one was almost touching the ground while the other bent at the knee, was much higher.  This offered Tyrone a perfect view of her ass and pussy.  She had a very neat slit he thought and a really lovely rosebud that tapered in tightly and very invitingly.  He noticed she had a small patch of pubic hair and a tattoo beneath which he couldn’t quite make out.  He wondered  if she would be allowed to keep her bush for much longer.

For the moment Brigitte stroked the girl gently like she was a pet. Her fingers traced along the top of the thigh approaching the crevice but not as far as her anus.  After a while she used both hands to gently squeeze the orbs of her ass.  As she did so, she gently pushed them together and just as gently pulled them apart.  He was sure she must feel awfully exposed and vulnerable , especially as this motion would force her anus to open ever so slightly and knowing that she was being so closely scrutinized in her most private of places.  This continued for several minutes before Brigitte turned her attention to the girl’s pussy. She flinched a little  as she felt her mistress trace a very light finger along the full length of her lips before resting on the metal ring protruding from the dildo she had inserted earlier.  Tyrone could make out only a little of the base of the device which was almost fully embedded within her.   She jumped again as the same finger moved to her clitoris, rubbing her little bud causing her to moan.  There was no doubt the girl was hating every moment of this abuse but was forced to endure it as she knew the alternative was worse.  Like every woman knows, it’s possible to be aroused against your will.  This is why she persisted in her ministrations.  After about five minutes it was clear the girl’s breathing had changed and Brigitte allowed her index finger to slip inside the her  pussy alongside the dildo when she knew it was going to be wet.  “I see you’re enjoying yourself” she said, adding to the girl’s shame as she withdrew her finger and smiled as it gleamed in the sunlight covered in the girl’s secretions.  She reached her finger out to Tyrone and commanded him to clean it.  He was more than happy to oblige.  He didn’t think he’d be tasting pussy so soon, even if it was second hand. Two girls together was something he hadn’t experienced often enough he thought to himself.  With one of them dominating the other like this it was particularly hot.  He even found the burning sensation in his cock was beginning to diminish a little.

“I’m trying to decide what kind of animal you will be” Brigitte declared.  “I already have plenty of horses and  dogs.  I have chickens but I don’t have a rooster.” She said like she was pondering it.  In reality Tyrone was convinced she knew exactly what she was going to do.  “That’s it!” she announced like she’d just had a lightbulb moment, “you will be Rooster  from now on!”  The girl didn’t say anything until Brigitte asked her if she liked her new name. “Yes I do” she whispered quietly. “You will always address me as ma’am, do you understand?” Bridgette said.  “Yes ma’am” she whispered back.  As she spoke Brigitte’s index finger had reached the girl’s  anus.  She brushed it gently around the rosebud, scratching it lightly with her painted fingernail.  “Do you like that Rooster?” Brigitte enquired.  “Yes ma’am” she replied.  Two things about this struck Tyrone.  First how she’d given the girl a masculine title contrasting with his own feminine name, and second that she was allowed to talk at all. After all, he wasn’t. “And this?” Brigitte asked as she pushed her finger through the anal muscle just enough for her nail to disappear.  The girl responded the same way and the assault on her anus progressed until her finger was fully inside and gently sodomisng her as she withdrew it and reinserted it over and over .  “While we’re having such a lovely time together I’ll mention another rule.  You never ever initiate a conversation with me, if you really have something to say that I need to hear you will begin by asking for permission to speak.  If you do waste my time you will be punished. Understand?” She again whispered her answer in the affirmative. “You will find out more rules during your time here however next we’re going to practice some obedience and attitude training” she said. “I’m sure you’ll agree it’s something you definitely need to work on, now kneel up” she said withdrawing her finger from the girl’s ass, pushing her to the ground and pointing toward her feet.  “Clean Poppy” she said simply inserting her sodomizing finger in Tyrone’s mouth without so much as looking at him.  Again, this was something that he wasn’t completely happy about. In the outside world he was more than happy for a girl to suck his dick after he’d ass fucked her.  So this felt wrong and she kept it in his mouth for about two minutes.  “Clean it properly, up and down and under the nail, good girl.”

Brigitte pulled a container of what appeared to be odd looking little bean bags of varying shapes but mostly of a similar size, Tyrone guessed less than two inches in height or width.  There were cuboids, cones, pyramids, rectangles and spheres.  They were made from tough looking synthetic  fibers, quite glossy and a range of colors including  purples, blues, reds, greens and yellows.  Brigitte had Rooster  turn in her direction so she could look up and face her.  “Eye contact” she said as she glared down to the frightened girl. She looked up without even daring to blink. “We’re going to play a little game of fetch using these” she said holding one of them up.  “You’ll have 30 seconds to retrieve each of them using your mouth  and return it to me and if you are fast enough there will be no punishment, understand?”  The girl nodded as she whispered  “Yes ma’am.”

Brigitte threw the first shape, a little yellow  pyramid up along the lawn about halfway up.  “Watch where it lands my dear” she said.  Then a countdown, “three, two, one, GO!”.  The girl secured as she was with her hands behind her back found progress difficult, but she looked like she was putting everything into the task she’d been set.    She had to run on her knees and her tits swung about wildly as she threw herself into the task. She managed to pick the item up in her mouth and get back to Brigitte just before a little countdown timer rang out.  “I’m so proud of you, I knew you could do it” she said as she patted the girl on the head.  Tyrone could not recall anything so insincere in his life. He noticed what could only be described as contempt and hatred in the girl’s eyes but all her other mannerisms were completely submissive. The girl sat with her mouth open showing off the shape. “Keep that in your mouth for the moment and get up here” she said tapping her lap.  Rooster returned to her previous position over Brigitte’s knee, still panting a little from her exertions and appearing a little confused at this latest instruction.  Brigitte spread her legs as far a part as possible, as she had done earlier, revealing her little puckered brown eye again.  “Poppy, lean over here and help lubricate Rooster’s bottom” she ordered.  Tyrone was taken back by this latest command.  It was bad enough having to clean her finger but now it looked like he was going to have to lick the girl’s ass.   But he didn’t complain and he didn’t even hesitate.  Brigitte’s perfectly manicured fingernails dug into each side of her buttocks, kneading them and pulling them apart at the same time giving him easy access to the target. “Lick the outside first” she said as he licked around her asshole. “Get it nice and wet, good girl” she instructed, and he continued  for about a half a minute or so. “Now, let’s see you get that tongue right in there Poppy, I want to see your tongue piercing inside the  ring.”  His piercing was about 2 inches from the tip of his tongue and where it was at it’s widest, making the task particularly difficult.  He could taste her shit as he got in deeper and he reflected on how much he’d love to have his tongue swap places with his cock.  It was still burning him like hell although it wasn’t just as bad as it had been earlier. Her ass muscle was so tight it almost trapped the little pink ball decoration on his tongue bar when he eventually  managed to force it in.  Meanwhile the girl was making a lot of strange noises that could not be described as arousal.  The deeper Tyrone got, the louder the girl groaned.  After what must have been two minutes in total Tyrone was instructed to withdraw.  His mouth was sore and he was relieved not to have to taste her hole any longer.  However no sooner was he kneeling up again, Brigitte had fetched the pyramid shape from Rooster’s  mouth and pushed it into Tyrone’s. “And finally, let’s see if you can push that inside her.” She said as she pulled her buttocks apart again and nodding for him to it.  It actually went in relatively easily, but it took quite a lot of effort before to get it to the point of no return where her anus pulled it in.

With that Rooster was back on the ground again. “I think you could manage 12 of these easily” Brigitte said as she considered a little blue spherical shape as she held it up as if to measured it between finger and thumb.  Tyrone immediately assessed it would be more difficult to get that into her as it was much blunter than the first one.  “Now I hope you’ve got the idea. When you fetch one, with Poppy’s help you’ll carry it in your bottom until you have them all, understand?”  “Yes ma’am” she whispered as she nodded her head.  A tears formed  in her eyes and rolled down her face as she did so. This time she threw the shape much further and Tyrone didn’t rate her  chances of getting it back within the allotted time.  Again, she went at the task like her life depended on it but as she returned the countdown timer rang out indicating she’d failed.  Soon she was over Brigitte’s lap again. “Eight seconds late means eight strokes with the strap” Brigitte said as she produced the belt she’d used on the ponies to devastating effect just the previous day. Now she had Rooster close her legs to receive her punishment.  “And absolutely no begging when you are taking your punishment.  You are of course allowed to let me know your chastisement is having the desired effect on you so feel free to cry out if you need to.” Tyrone noted when Brigitte was administering a chastisement she always did so with full force.  Lucky for Rooster she was sitting rather than standing  however even in this position she was able to do a lot of damage. 

The first stroke left the girl squealing, and she shook violently as she attempted to move her hands to protect her ass.  Nothing would have annoyed Brigitte more if the girl could have refrained from crying out Tyrone thought, it’s a pity she can’t. “No hands” Brigitte said as she pushed them  up her back. “Now, that wasn’t so bad, don’t be a baby” she said as she stroked her ass cheeks as if to sooth her.  There is something very intimate about being punished like this Tyrone thought.  Brigitte herself was wearing very few clothes, just tight tiny shorts and a little t-shirt.  It must be particularly shameful to have to lie over another girl’s knee, with Rooster’s  naked skin pressing into Brigitte’s bare legs while she delivers what is a completely contrived punishment using the fear of a horrendous electrocution  to achieve her compliance.  “I’m taking a lot of time out of my day to help you with your obedience training so the least you can do is thank me for each stroke.” Brigitte said using an expectant tone. “Thank  you ma’am” came the hushed response.  The punishment continued until all eight strokes were delivered and she thanked Brigitte for each of them.  Tyrone’s cock was now rock hard, not surprising really considering what he was witnessing despite the punishment Brigitte’s little pipe cleaner continued to inflict on him.   Being so close up and personal with Rooster’s pussy and ass just tortured him with the thought of the relief it would afford him  if he were allowed to fuck her.  It was all he could think about. He wished he could put it out of his mind but how could he with all this happening before him. Of course Brigitte noticed.  She didn’t say anything but simply shook her head disapprovingly as he did her best to appear disappointed as she looked down at his erection.

His next task was to re-lubricate Rooster’s anus and get the next little bag inside her.  As he got his tongue in again,  he could feel the first little shape push  against him as a one of the points almost broke through her defenses.  He wondered how difficult it would be when he eventually got to the twelfth one.  Preparations resumed with prolonged lubrication getting Rooster ready again. With a lot more exertion he got the sphere in and it was on to round three.  In fact, for each of the following retrievals, Rooster  never made it on time once giving Brigitte an excuse to leave her ass and top of her legs black and blue.  He estimated she must have taken about 70 strokes however she didn’t once beg Brigitte for mercy, she only let her know how much pain she was suffering with her groans, cries and tears, which in Tyrone’s assessment was what would have pleased Brigitte the most.  Of course, she punctuated the entire punishment with mock support and faux disappointment when Rooster  failed to meet her times. “Oh, that’s really so unlucky, you have no idea how upset I am for you dear” she would say just before beating her as hard as she possibly could.  “And make sure you don’t allow any of those little guys come out, that’s all part of your obedience training.” she began to say after she had about five inside her. Luckily for Rooster she managed to somehow keep them all in throughout the entire ordeal.

Tyrone’s mouth was sore from all his ass licking and having to push the shapes into her so when Brigitte revealed the final part of the ‘event’ he was less than pleased.  She had him lie on the ground with his mouth open.  Not easy to lie like this with your hands secured behind your back.  “Now Rooster, I think Poppy’s mouth is big enough to fit at least two of your little toys so that’s a small clue about what’s going to happen next.” She said smiling. And Rooster was probably pleased to find out she was finally going to be able to expel what was inside her because by now it had been about two hours since the first insertion.  Brigitte definitely enjoyed pawing and poking at this young lady, much more so than the ponies.  She spent so much time squeezing her ass and tits not to mention the intimacy of the punishment compared to how the ponies were treated.  She’s getting off on this even more so than with the ponies Tyrone decided.  “The rules are simple, if you can get them into her mouth this obedience class will be over.  However, for every one you miss, there is a forfeit of five strokes, so that should be an incentive to get it right.”  While he didn’t want these awful things in his mouth, Tyrone hoped she didn’t miss any because she had already been badly beaten. However, it’s not exactly a skill most people will ever have practiced and may be quite difficult depending on how far you are from the target.  She had Rooster  kneel up over Tyrone’s face so that if she looked down she could see his forehead.   Kneeling up was a lot more difficult than kneeling down.  This way Brigitte could easily sit in front of her, which she did.  “Remain kneeling up and position yourself so you can push a shape into Poppy’s mouth but wait for my command.” Rooster shuffled about trying to find the best position and when she settled on what she thought was the ideal spot Brigitte demanded eye contact from her as she supported her chin with her index finger. “Push” she instructed. The last shape to go in was a red pyramid and Tyrone had a ringside seat watching as she expelled it.  She grunted like she was taking a shit all the while having to hold Brigitte’s gaze.  “Good girl, push for me.”   Her face was probably bright red as she groaned. Tyrone watched as she pushed it past the point of no return, and it came out with an unexpected velocity.  It bounced off Tyrone’s chin and onto the grass.  She waited expectantly while Brigitte checked behind her and was the picture of sorrow as she delivered the bad news.  “I’m so sorry dear, but you missed” she said apologetically.  “I know you must be as disappointed as I am, but don’t worry because it was your first attempt.  You know I’m really rooting for you to get the next one in.”  She adjusted herself a little and she did indeed get the next one in.  Tyrone was forced to hold it in his mouth while she aimed another.  Because she had found the position it meant the second one was easier.  However now  she had to move forward while Tyrone emptied his mouth meaning she had to guess again where to locate herself.  In the end she had to take 25 more strokes.

When the punishment was over Brigitte led them both back inside. She applied a substantial amount of ointment on Rooster’s  ass  before she attached the back of her  collar tight to a pillar then put a paper bag over her head. “I know your bottom’s sore but I want you to take some time to reflect on the opportunity you have here to redeem yourself. It’s much easier to reflect without distractions” she said flicking the bag.  “Obedience and hard work are character building and are the foundations of your recovery and is the bare minimum I expect from my animals” she said like she was some kind of therapist.  As she spoke, she groped Rooster’s  left breast.  It was too big for her to completely enclose it in her hand, but she alternated between squeezing it from below, stroking the flesh on the top and gently twisting her nipple until it became visibly erect.  She did similar things with the ponies all the time, just to remind them that she could do what she liked with them and that they were for all intents and purposes her property. Tyrone wondered about the word ‘redeem’. What had a pretty little lady like this done to deserve to be in this place? Her hand dropped to Rooster’s  pussy and she stroked the hair. “This will definitely have to go, don’t you think a  smooth pussy is much better?”  Rooster  replied, “Definitely ma’am.” From behind her hood.   With that she led Tyrone back to the dildo tap for more dreaded practice.

Before he could begin, she removed his pipe cleaner and allowed him to piss into a container before replacing the awful implement with one  freshly soaked in chilli.  The burning sensation returned to 100% and he contemplated this was going to be the longest day of his life.  “Now unfortunately you have seem determined to defy me so if you don’t learn this quickly you will find yourself drinking a lot of horse piss” Brigitte announced.  “I think this next container contains your own piss but I’m not sure” she said clicking her fingers and directing him to the huge phallus.  He was dreading what would come next even though he knew that urine was not harmful.  However he had never tasted it before and the thought of the source troubled him more than concern for his health.  “Now get on with it and remember there’s plenty more where that came from.”  She stood and watched as Poppy tried to swallow the member to the back of is throat.  For some reason the amount of piss seemed to be delivered faster than the water and in no time the taste of piss was everywhere in his mouth, going up his nose and all over his face as he had another coughing fit.  It tasted bitter, sour and salty and thoroughly unpleasant.   If he could only overcome his gag reflex he could just let it pour inside him without having to taste it he thought. Brigitte was definitely pleased with his lack of progress he surmised.  “There is at lease two pints in there and by the time I get back it had better be gone.”

With that she disappeared out of the barn for ten minutes  before heading over to Rooster again.   Tyrone recognized  her little pot of hot wax she used to for depilation.  The poor girl tied to the post had no idea what was coming as she remained hooded.   Her pubic hair was quite short to begin with so was ready for waxing without any further preparation.  After a few minutes her heard Rooster let out a deafening shriek as Brigitte pulled hard on the first waxing strip.  Only two more were necessary to leave her little pussy completely bald.  Again Tyrone noticed how long Brigitte spent examining her pussy after, much more than she ever spent playing with any of their cocks.  He speculated that she might be a lesbian.  She definitely likes girls, he thought, he was sure of it.  He wondered if Rooster did as well.  She might not have any choice he thought.  After a while she got up and walked toward Tyrone again.

By now he was beginning to get the hang of the phallus tap but only intermittently.  On one attempt he thought he’d maybe swallowed half a pint.  His next two attempts failed but he was able to empty it with his next go.  He momentarily felt a great sense of achievement at this until he reminded himself that what he was actually doing . When he withdrew from the big white cock he burped and the repulsive stench of urine filled his senses.  Brigitte told him he was a good girl as she checked the container.  “It’s important to consolidate your technique now before you forget” she said smiling and while filling it with more cold piss. “Let’s see how long it takes you to drink that, and definitely no more than 5 minutes” she warned.   Again, his first attempt was unsuccessful but he noticed this piss tasted different for the previous batch.  He was nauseous for the awful sourness of the liquid combined with the knowledge that he was definitely drinking another man’s piss.  His second attempt allowed him to get his lips right on the ball sack of the phallus without choking. He could feel his neck muscles attempting to deal with the torrent of piss that was filling his stomach.  He couldn’t taste it and was determined to empty the container in one attempt and hoped he’d proved to Brigitte that he could suppress his gag reflex to her satisfaction.   His big lips pressed fully against the plastic ball sack while the full content quickly filled his belly.  He withdrew slowly from the phallus and it made a plopping sound as he pulled it from his throat. “Now you’ve taken on board quite a lot of fluid so if you wish you may piss” Brigitte said.  He was glad of the opportunity and even though he still had the pipe cleaner inside his cock he let go a stream of urine almost immediately. This time Brigitte didn’t collect it, it splashed over the floor and his pink boots.  It must have diluted the heat of the chilli as the burning sensation subsided slightly.  Brigitte made no attempt to replace it and seemed quite pleased with his progress. 

After a short period, she had him marching around the barn practicing his gait as he’d done before.  Going round in circles he got a good view of everything in the barn and soon noticed Brigitte had secured Rooster on her back to a table where she was tattooing something just above her left nipple.  He was pretty sure it was the dreaded BH ownership stamp.  She would have to wait for Rooster’s  ass to recover from the beating she’d given today before she could have one matching the ponies he thought.  He was finding it difficult completing the circuits properly but had noticed his stamina had definitely improved and he was able to go much further than he could only a few days ago.  The device in his ass reminded him when he made an error, and he knew Brigitte would most likely whip him if there were too many but he knew he was probably not making as many as before.

The tattoo must have taken about 20 minutes.  When she had finished it, she took Rooster to a low bar in the center of the barn and secured her over it, bent double, legs and arms wide apart and secured to the ground.  Her bruised ass was on full display as was her pussy and anus.  The bottom of the dildo was clearly visible.  Her head remained hooded.  That must be uncomfortable Tyrone thought.  He wasn’t sure what Brigitte was trying to achieve beyond making her feel vulnerable though exposure and sensory deprivation.  She’s probably just doing it because she can, he thought which is how he accounted for a lot of her behavior.

He guessed it was about 6pm now from the light and Brigitte had been out with the ponies for a while squeezing  the last ounce of effort out of them.  It  would be almost another hour before she brought them in.  As usual they looked completely exhausted.  Soon she had all the ponies including Tyrone secured in stocks.  She went through the normal evening routine except she left Tyrone without his chastity device. When she had them in their stocks they would all have seen Rooster  now, even if they had missed her on the sofa that morning.  She was still in the same position after several hours.  Tyrone was beat having spent several hours trotting around in circles but was still dreading the awful day when Brigitte decided he could join the other outside. But for the moment was glad to be standing with the other ponies.

Brigitte was the only person there who appeared to have any energy left.  “Attention ladies” she hollered. She walked over to the captive Asian girl, sat against the bar she bent over and rested her right hand on her ass.  “I’m sure you’ve all noticed our new guest” she declared.   This is Mr Rooster and you’ll be seeing a lot more of him soon.” Another gender reversal Tyrone noted. “However we have more important issues to deal with right now.”   She jumped up and  approached the  whiteboard with a few bits of paper in her hand doing her best to generate some excitement for her new incentive scheme.  “Poppy has dropped another 20 points giving her a grand total of 30 out of 100 today.  Much room for improvement.” She said as she filled in the appropriate box in the table. She went on to call out the other scores. “Queenie 70, Duchess 60, Millie 30,  Dollie 80, and Daisy 70.  You all have room for improvement, some more than others!”  She reminded them of how the system worked again, not that it was difficult to remember.  “I’m very disappointed with Millie as all you animals should be.  She is the reason you had to complete two extra hours today, she has been letting the rest of the troop down but if she doesn’t pull her socks up, at least you will have the satisfaction there will be consequences for her.” 

With that she secured the ponies in their stalls, all except Tyrone.  He recalled what she had warned him about earlier that he’d be begging to have his chastity device back.  However before dealing with him she released Rooster, allowing her to stand up straight.  She removed her hood before attaching a lead to her collar and dragging her over to a large plastic bowl.  “Squat and pee” Brigitte commanded. Without hesitation the girl positioned herself over the bowl and let go a long stream.  She was quite close to Tyrone at this point and he was able to get a better look at the tattoo on her pussy now it had been waxed.  It was a black ace of spades about two inches in height with the letter ‘L’ inside it.  That’s interesting Tyrone thought.  The ace of spades is usually used to indicate that the subject belongs or is submissive to a black guy.  The letter L may denote the guy’s name.  When she had finished peeing she was led into the stall next door to Tyrone’s.  Just knowing there was a girl like that sleeping so close to him made his cock twitch.  He listened as Brigitte attached her to the chain pully and secured her like the other ponies.  “You will remain here until your chain is released and make sure you’re on your feet when I return for you in the morning” Brigitte barked.  “yes ma’am” she replied.

Brigitte now returned to Tyrone.  She went to fetch something which turned out to be honey and a little pastry brush.  Without a word, she painted his cock and balls with the sticky substance before sprinkling hundreds and thousands over him.  They stuck to ever inch of the area she had painted and she used his piercing to lift his penis and cover the underside also.  His cock looked massive he thought decorated like this. Then she replaced the pipe cleaner freshly soaked in chilli liquid.  It burned like hell.  “Now Poppy, if you’re a good girl tonight I may allow you to wear your chastity device tomorrow.  But you’ll have to work for it and prove to me I can trust you not to interfere with my property. Under this decoration it says Property of BH Stables.” She said pointing to his penis. “And that means it is my property not  yours.  What happens to it is my decision and not yours.  When you are  behaving like a slut trying to orgasm you are simply showing complete ingratitude and lack of appreciation for all the efforts I have made to retrain you.” He knew she would deliver her well used lecture on the importance of  self-control and obedience and he wasn’t wrong.  “I believe all animals can be trained, even dumb ones like you. Thinking with this instead of your head has been the biggest problem for you” she said holding his penis out by his piercing being careful not to disturb any of its new colorful adornments.   “That’s why it’s important you learn to think and act as a girl but unfortunately you have a long way to go.” She added with a hint of distain in her voice.

“Tonight you will not have the luxury of your chastity cage over your clit” she said firmly.  “That is a privilege and an honor for well behaved fillies, it is not a right or something to take for granted.” She went on.  “In the morning if any of these decorations are disturbed you know there will be serious consequences.  I advise you to sleep on your back.  If your clit becomes erect you better hope it doesn’t disturb any of these, I hope I am making myself clear.” She said as she looked up at him. “If you ever are allowed to wear your chastity again, I hope you will do so with much more pride than you have done so far”. Tyrone hated to admit it to himself, but he would love nothing more than his chastity device returned  and he thought in that moment he’d feel a great sense of achievement if he ever got it back. He hated himself for feeling horny all the time but didn’t know how he could stop that happening. He was by now completely terrified of Brigitte  after only a few days as her ‘guest’, and he tried to put out of his mind the recurring thought of the absurdity of his predicament. A slip of a girl weighing less than 100 pounds controlling every aspect of his life and increasingly even his thoughts.

With that she reeled him into his stall.  He was sure she’d chained him even closer to the wall than normal so he stood back from it determined not to let her down after all the effort she’d been making for him.  Again, he had to check himself from having these absurd thoughts and remind himself that he was the victim not her.  But she was getting into his head and he knew it. As he stood there his entire consciousness was consumed with the burning sensation inside his penis. It was like no other part of his body existed.   He had been standing about an hour before the chain was released and he could lie down, which he did so with extreme care.  It was going to be a very long night.

To be continued...