The mistresses begin to have more fun

A/N: I know it's been a bit since I've posted anything, but I have had some let's call it upheaval in my life lately, and finding the time and drive has been a challenge. I hope you all enjoy.

Jessica walked into the stable, where the scent of hay and a faint hint of lavender filled the air. What she saw brought a smile to the beautiful teen’s face. Her personal pony girl, Sweetheart, formerly known as Ariana Grande, had already been mostly prepared for her. The Former pop star and actress had been dressed in a pink leather bondage harness. The harness featured many strips of supple pink leather that met at tiny golden rings, with two larger golden rings framing the pony girl’s breasts. She wore white, thigh-high boots with horse-hoof-shaped bottoms that Jesseca knew would make a pronounced clip-clop sound with each step. On her head was a white leather head harness with pink plastic blinders at the sides, two leather horse ears, and a pink bit gag that filled the former starlet’s mouth. At the moment, the last step in the pony girl’s preparation was about to begin, the insertion of an anal plug with a faux hair horsetail. Jessica watched as Rosalie secured Sweetheart over a padded sawhorse so the wide legs of the device kept the pony girl’s legs spread wide.

“Good morning, Rosalie,” Jessica said with a smile as she crossed the stable’s dirt floor. Rosalie looked up and smiled at Jessica before pulling a chrome anal plug with a brown horsetail attached to it from a leather pouch tied to one of the belt loops of her snugly fitting khaki pants.

“Good morning, Mistress Jessica,” Rosalie said warmly. She reached back into the leather pouch and took out a tube of lube. “Would you like to do the honors?”

“I would love to,” Jessica replied as she moved gracefully to Rosalie. She took the chrome plug and applied a generous amount of lube before slowly shoving it into Sweetheart’s ass. The former starlet lifted her head, grunted into her gag, and pulled at her puckered hole stretched around the cold metal being **** into her.

Once Sweetheart’s tail was in place, I clipped a long lead to a small D-ring at the side of the pony girl’s bit gag, released her from the sawhorse before putting her arms into a pink leather single glove, and led her to a waiting sulky. She quickly hitched the sulky’s arms to small rings near Sweetheart’s hips, then removed the lead as Jessica climbed into the sulky. Rosalie turned her attention to two other stable hands and gave a nod when she did, and the two stable hands slid open the wide double doors that led out to a large pasture.

“Enjoy your ride, Mistress.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I will,” Jessica replied as she took the long riding crop from its cradle with one hand and held the reins in her other as she watched Rosalie attach the nipple clamps at the other end of the reins to the pony girl’s nipples. “Thanks for getting her ready for me, Rosalie.”

“My pleasure, Mistress.”

“Giddy up!” Jessica shouted as she gave a lash to each of Sweetheart’s ass cheeks. Sweetheart grunted into her gag and began to prance in perfect form.

Jessica kept a hold of the riding crop as the sulky gently moved forward toward the pasture. When her pony cleared the barn, she gave the command again, along with another pair of lashes. In response, Sweetheart went from a slow prance to a beautiful trot. She smiled as she leaned back in the seat of the sulky, enjoying the wind on her face and the mixed scent of the dew-covered grass, the flowers that grew on her island, and the salt of the ocean. Jessica relaxed as Sweetheart trotted along the fence at a steady pace. When they approached the fence at the far end of the pasture, Jessica pulled gently on the left rein, guiding the pony girl into a left turn.

Meanwhile, Emily walked through the mansion, dressed in snugly fitting denim shorts and a yellow T-shirt. As she passed through the living room, she caught sight of Alia dusting alongside the normal maids. As usual, the other maids paid no mind to Alia’s short skirt or exposed breasts as they worked. She couldn’t help but smile at the submissive genie.

“Alia,” she said, catching the genie’s attention. Alia immediately stopped dusting the shelf she was working on and turned to face Emily.

“How may I serve you, Mistress Emily?” she asked as she curtsied gracefully to Emily.

“Come with me,” Emily said as she took Alia’s hand and led her through the mansion, out the back door, and towards the Play Building.

Alia’s heels clicked loudly, the sound echoing off the walls and high ceiling as they walked through the ground floor of the enormous building. She followed behind Emily, silently wondering what the second of her four mistresses had in mind. She followed Emily down the long, wide hallway that was lined with countless doors before following her to an elevator that they took five floors down, to the building’s lowest level. They emerged from the elevator and walked down the hall until they came to the fourth door on the right.

Emily opened the door, revealing a room with a rough-looking wooden floor, wooden walls, a wooden Saint Andrew’s Cross, and a square wooden post standing about three feet tall with an iron shackle on two sides of the post, and an iron collar that would close around the post’s occupant’s neck and lock in place with an insertable pin. “Strip, and bend over,” Emily said as she pointed to the post.

“Yes, Mistress Emily,” Alia said before quickly removing her maid uniform, leaving her only in a pair of sheer black silk stockings, her tiny black thong, and black stiletto-heeled shoes. She obediently bent over the post, placing her wrists in the shackles and her neck in the iron collar. With one hand, Emily locked the genie’s wrists in place as she ran her hand over the curves of Alia’s ass. She then closed the iron collar around Alia’s neck and locked it in place with the incertable pin.

“You know what this position’s all about, don’t you, my little genie slut?” Emily purred into Alia’s ear as she turned her hands so her fingers pointed down toward Alia’s feet, then dug her nails into the soft flesh of Alia’s ass cheeks and dragged them upward, leaving faint scratch marks in the genie’s flesh.

“Yes, Mistress Emily,” Alia replied with a sigh of satisfaction.

“And what is that?”

“Getting spanked and getting fucked.”

“That’s right,” Emily said as she stood up. “I wish I had my favorite flogger.” Alia softly moaned as a wave of pleasure went through her body. Emily smiled as a heavy black flogger appeared in her hand, and a noticeably damp spot appeared on the genie’s tiny thong. “I’m going to fuck you senseless, Alia. But first, you need a really red ass.”

“Thank you, Mistress Emily,” Alia said as Emily gave her a hard lash with the heavy flogger. The supple leather tendrils sent a wave of delicious pain through her body. Emily continued to use the heavy flogger to lash the genie’s ass at a slow, deliberate pace. After the first deliberate pace and after the first few lashes, she began to moan and sway her hips, inviting the next lash.

Back in the pasture, Jessica had been running Sweetheart at a full gallop around the large enclosure, and the pony girl was covered in a thick sheen of sweat. She didn’t dare slow, though, not without Jessica pulling back on her reins. She knew if she did, not only would Jessica whip her ass with the riding crop again, she would likely be whipped once she was back in the stable as well.

“Whoa, Sweetheart, whoa!” Jessica called out as she gently pulled back on the reins and slowed to a steady trot. “That’s a good pony,” Jessica said as she steered the former pop star back into the stable. Once there eased her pony to a stop. Jessica hopped from the sulky with a broad smile on her face and began to unhitch Sweetheart from the sulky. After that, she attached a long lead to Sweetheart’s bit gag and led her back through the stable. She stopped at a refrigerator, opened it, and took out a water bottle with a long flexible straw at the top.

“Drink slow,” Sweetheart reminded herself as Jessica slipped the straw into her mouth, then gently squeezed the bottle, sending a steady flow of cold, refreshing water into her mouth. After letting Sweetheart take a long drink of cold water, Jessica removed Sweetheart’s single glove, boots, harness, and head harness before taking a firm grip on the pony girl’s long hair. She then led her over to an area of the stable with a heated tile floor and a showerhead hanging off a hook by its flexible neck.

“Very good, Sweetheart, even naked, you keep perfect form. I think you need an apple slice. Would you like that?” Sweetheart snorted and stomped her right foot twice.

“Here you are, Mistress,” Rosalie said as she handed Jessica a vacuum-sealed apple slice. When Jessica held it, the former pop star carefully took it between her teeth and pulled it from Jessica’s thumb and index finger before slowly chewing the apple and gently nuzzling Jessica with her head.

“Such a good pony,” Jessica said, stroking Sweetheart’s hair. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” Jessica turned on the shower head, and warm water began to flow from the showerhead. Jessica took the showerhead and began to gently spray Sweetheart with the warm water before using a saddlewood scented body wash to scrub her pony girl’s body and rose scented shampoo and conditioner on her hair.

In the play building, Emily pressed her hands on Alia’s ass, making the dark-haired genie moan in a mixture of pain and desire. “Mmm, your ass is so red and hot,” Emily said with a satisfied purr.

“Thank you, Mistress Emily,” Alia said as she felt Emily slowly pull down Alia’s tiny thong. As soon as she felt her panties slide from around her ankles, she spread her legs wide.

“Looks like somebody wants fucked hard,” Emily said as she slid her index and middle fingers into Alia’s quivering pussy.

“Yes, please, Mistress Emily,” Alia moaned as Emily slowly thrust her fingers in and out of the genie’s pussy.

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” Emily said with an amused smile as she gave Alia a swat on the ass with her hand. Wanting to let Alia stew in her need, Emily slowly removed all of her clothes before grabbing Alia’s hips and grinding her neatly trimmed pussy against Alia’s freshly-warm backside.

“Please, Mistress Emily, please. I need it so bad. Please, Mistress Emily, fuck me.”

“I just love it when you beg like a needy slut,” Emily laughed before taking a big step back. “I wish I had a strap-on.” As soon as Emily made the wish, Alia moaned in need as one of Emily’s favorite strap-ons appeared around her waist. The strap-on in question was made of pink silicone, was nearly a foot long, and quite thick. “Ready?” she asked as she slowly rubbed the head of the dildo along her slit.

“Yes, Mistress Emily, please!” With a smile on her face, Emily slowly pushed her hips forward, making Alia moan loudly as Emily pushed the dildo all the way into her willing ****. As soon as Emily felt heat radiating off of Alia’s reddened ass cheeks on her thighs, she grabbed Alia’s dark hair in both hands and began to fuck the bound genie in fast, hard thrusts.

As the rhythmic slapping of Emily's hips against Alia's reddened cheeks echoed through the room along with the genie’s cries of pleasure, Jessica continued to tend to Sweetheart's now clean body. She rinsed the pony girl's hair, massaging her scalp gently as the water washed away any residual shampoo. Once she was satisfied with the suds, she turned off the water and toweled Sweetheart's hair dry before leading her a few steps away to a grooming station.

Jessica ran a soft brush over Sweetheart's silky mane, paying special attention to any tangles that had formed during their ride. Sweetheart's eyes were closed, and she appeared to be in a state of relaxation. Jessica couldn't help but feel a small tug of pride at how well the former pop star had adjusted to her new life.

After a while, she placed a new head harness on the pony girl. She clipped a lead onto the side of Sweetheart's bit gag and led her back to the stables. Jessica opened a stall and guided Sweetheart inside, patting her on the flank. "You've been a good girl," she purred. "Rest up, we'll have another ride soon." Sweetheart gave a grateful stomp of her foot as she threw her head back, and Jessica chuckled softly as she left the stall, closing the door behind her.

As Jessica made her way back to the mansion, Eden entered the dungeon still dressed in a pink bikini with a white floral print from an early morning swim in the pool. Her black flip flops slapped against her feet with each step, and her long blonde hair was still slightly damp. She stopped in the room and found a set of clothes and shoes for the **** she desired. As she neared the large double doors leading into the Harem Room, two of the guards quickly unlocked the doors and opened them, allowing Eden to walk in. As she did, all activity stopped. Her eyes settled on Taylor Swift got off the bed she was temporarily sharing with Natalie Dormer, and the two knelt at the side of the bed.

Eden stopped in front of Taylor and set the clothes and shoes down in front of the singer/songwriter, who was enjoying an extended vacation as a sex **** to the four mistresses. “Get dressed and meet me out in the dungeon. I desire you,” Eden said as she stroked Taylor’s cheek.

“Yes, Mistress Eden,” Taylor said, licking her lips.

What does Eden have in mind for Taylor? Answer in comments.

A) A session in the dungeon with strict bondage

B) Eden plays an obsessed fan in the play building

C) Eden draws inspiration from her General Hospital character and subjects Taylor to a WSB interrogation.

D) Something else. What?