The Asian Girl Next Door

Sometimes I get lonely. While I have Sara, she’s not an actual person in my mind. However, sometimes I get so desperate for a real living connection, I like to pretend she is. I’ll dress her up like a normal girl and take her on a nice “date.” It’s of course not the same, but it satisfies a bit of the urge in me.

Today we were out on the outskirts of my estate, enjoying a picnic. Sara had on a beautiful summer dress and some cute strappy sandals. Her finger and toenails were nicely painted white and her hair and makeup were done beautifully. 

We sat underneath a large oak tree on my estate and shared a meal. On my plate was a sandwich and some chips. On Sara’s, a pile of dog food. 

We talked about nature, and the weather, and I did my best to make jokes, which Sara laughed at obediently. Although her feelings didn’t usually matter to me, in that moment I hoped she was enjoying herself.

As she did her best job eating the slop as elegantly as possible, I stared at her in awe of her beauty. Such a beautiful delicate flower, all mine to cherish. And all mine to destroy.

I traced my finger down her slender thigh and gently lifted up her dress. I ran my hand up the dress until I reached her pussy. She began moaning as I gently fingered her clit through her panties.

I quickly darted a finger into her wet hole and came out with a finger full of pussy juice.

I inspected it for a second before telling her 

“You’re so wet whore, spread your fucking legs”

Sara immediately complied, laying down on the picnic blanket and holding her legs apart. I straddled her, pushed her panties to the side, and quickly entered her dripping snatch. 

As I fucked her, I stared into her face. Her eyes were shut. Sara often likes to close her eyes when we fuck. Maybe she likes to imagine she’s in a different world where she’s not a captive sex slave. I wouldn’t let that happen though and I slapped her precious face, causing her eyes to shoot open. 

“Keep those eyes on me, cunt. And beg for my cum”

As Sara humiliatingly begged for my semen, I slapped her and began spitting in her open mouth. I ordered her to sit on my face and my slave lovingly obeyed. She stood up above me and I admired her beautiful ass as it stuck out from the sundress. She squatted down onto my face and I began tasting her delicious juice. Without needing to be told, Sara began rubbing my cock with both hands.

I took a breath from her delicious pussy and ordered her to suck me off. Her expertly trained mouth began bobbing up and down on my cock.

Eventually I was ready to cum and ordered her to sit on my cock. She dutifully stood up, turned around, and lowered herself onto me. She bounced up and down on my erect penis until I finally finished inside her. I pushed her off me, sending her tumbling to the grass.

“Add that cum to your lunch, slave. I dont want you to go without your protein”

With a look of exasperation Sara squatted over her plate of dog food and began scooping my cum out of her pussy, causing it to land atop her inhuman meal.

I put my clothes back on and finished my sandwich. Sara finally finished her cum-topped dog food and we sat in silence as I lovingly stroked her black hair as it blew in the wind.

Eventually I lifted her chin to turn her downcast eyes towards mine and spoke.

“This was a fun picnic together wasn’t it slave?”

“Yes, master. I had a lot of fun”

“I know you did. We should do fun couples stuff like this more often don’t you think? Anyway, today I’m bringing you out to the woods. I need to give you some pony training.”

Sara looked worried, but I gave her a soft reassuring kiss. I stood up, gently guiding her up by her hand, and led her to my where my truck was parked. From the backseat I took out some pony bondage gear. A head harness with a bit gag and blinders, a leather strappy outfit that criss-crossed her body, and mittens locked together that encased her hands behind her back. I also threw on some jingly nipple clamps. 

Once Sara was fully dressed, I harnessed her to a cart and buggy I had in my truck bed. I grabbed a riding crop from the backseat and sat in the cart. 

“Until I tell you otherwise Sara, you are now Ponycunt. You will not make human sounds, just pony ones. You’re going to take me on a ride, and if you’re not fast enough, I will whip your naughty haunches. Now, get to stepping you worthless beast!”

I flicked the whip at her firm ass cheeks and she yelped and began trodding along. As she walked barefoot down the trail surrounding my property I continuously laid lash after lash on my unwilling slave’s ass until she reached a nice jogging speed I liked. 

“I’m going to take a nap Ponycunt. Just continue along the trail.”

Sara didn’t respond (good girl, beasts don’t talk), but kept trodding along. I gave her one more hard lash and dozed off.

I awoke to a very different sight then when I’d fallen asleep. Sara was now drenched in sweat and her movements indicated that she was clearly exhausted. She had slowed down slightly as a consequence. Although I understood, I wouldn’t tolerate it.

“Did I tell you to slow down just because I was sleeping you stupid animal? Faster!”

I whipped her repeatedly with the lash as she desperately picked up the pace. 

Curious as to how much time had passed, I checked my watch. Wow, I had been napping for almost an hour. No wonder she was so tired. No matter, she was going to be jogging for a while more anyway.

After another hour, during which time Sara earned enough lashes to her turn her back, thighs, and ass into a collage of stripes, we reached our destination.

“Stop, beast!”

I exclaimed with a final lash, my hardest yet, across her back.

She howled in pain but came to a sudden stop. I hopped out of the buggy and unstrapped her from the cart. I attached a leash to her collar and walked my beautiful pet through the trees to a large wooden barn. She looked at me questioningly and I told her

“Since you did such a good job pulling me along as a pony, I think it’s only fitting that you sleep and eat like one too. This barn will be your home for the next couple weeks. You will be fed like a pony, washed like a pony, and you will talk like a pony - as in you won’t. Got it, Ponycunt?”

Sara nodded at me obediently and I gave her a playful slap on her ass.

“Good girlie, now follow me”

I led her inside the barn and she froze. The entire barn was filled with torture devices. Manacles hung from the walls. A large hook on a rope descended from the ceiling. A plank with straps next to a bathtub filled with water sat in the corner. She knew all these devices would be used to hurt her.

“I know this is a bit much but I hope you appreciate everything I’ve done to make your new home similiar to your old home. All your favorite torture devices are here! Oh and I bought a new one!”

I led Sara to a dimly-lit area of the barn where a triangular piece of wood atop two pillars sat. The pillars were at least 5 feet tall, and a rope pully hung above it. 

“Given your transition into pony-hood, I was thinking we let you ride a wooden pony to celebrate.”

Sara started crying through her gag and backed away fearfully.

“No tears now, beast. Those come later. Let’s get you up there.”

I brought down the rope pully and attached it to her cuffed hands, which I brought in front of her. I then pulled the pully until Sara was lifted into the air by her arms. Her pussy hung directly in front of my face and I took the opportunity to give it a good lick. I lifted her higher and eventually positioned her above the pony. I slowly lowered her down until her pussy was resting on the medieval torture device beneath her. I then kept lowering until the full weight of her body was pressing down on the pony. She started to moan through the gag as she could immediately tell what kind of pain she was in for.

I then went to the other side of the barn and retrieved two buckets filled with rocks. I grabbed Sara’s ankles and attached iron manacles around them. I then hung the buckets off of two hooks I had built into the manacles. Her moans became screams as she felt the increased weight pressing down on her unwilling snatch.

“I’m pretty thirsty so I’m going to go get some water, do you want some? Ehh actually forget it you can drink my piss instead.”

With that I walked out, started up an ATV I had left right outside the barn, and drove home to grab some water bottles. Pulling Sara onto that wooden pony had been hard work - I deserved some hydration. As I drank my water I put on a movie to relax. Unfortunately for Sara, I really liked the movie, so it was about 3 hours before I made it back to the barn.

When I walked in, Sara immediately made eye contact with me and began screeching and thrashing around. 

“Calm down Ponycunt I’m coming.”

I undid the bucket weights, and grabbed the pully, lifting Sara off. She hung limply in the air, her eyes closed in relief as I brought her down. I undid her face harness and nipple clamps and let her fall to the floor in exhaustion.

“I’m going to let you sleep now sweetie, but you need to get me off first. Suck me like a good obedient pony and I’ll take you to your stall.”

Sara looked half-alive but managed to obey, getting on her knees and sucking my cock. After I had fed her her protein for the day, I led her to her stall. It was a collection of mud and hay behind a wooden door.

“Welcome to your home, pony slave. Let’s get you ready for bed.”

I gave her a kick in the back and she collapsed into the heap of hay. I grabbed her mitten-clad hands and shackled them to an eye-bolt on the floor. I then attached her collar to that same eye-bolt.

I grabbed a hose from the wall and brought it over to my obedient cunt. I let her drink the cold water greedily before spraying the rest of her body clean. 

I put the hose away and came back to give my slave a goodnight kiss.

“Goodnight Ponycunt, you did such a good job riding that pony! I can’t wait to see you on there tomorrow too!”