To visit Mary

"Where are we going?" George wondered aloud.

"To find Mary," Kaitlyn explained. "She's the reason we're here."

"Who is Mary?"

"One of my best friends."

"You know a lot of people here, don't you?"

"Yes. I'm lucky."

They passed a few more exchange students. None of them paid any attention to George, though one of them seemed to find him a bit familiar and nudged his friends.

Finally, they arrived at Mary's door.

"Mary's room?" George asked.

"Yes," Kaitlyn answered.

"Okay, Mistress."

"Wait here," she ordered.

Kaitlyn knocked on the door. A young woman answered. She was in her second year of study. She was studying cosmetology. She had short black hair, and wore a green tanktop and white shorts. Her breasts were small, but firm.

"Come in," she said.

Kaitlyn entered the room, passing George's leash to Galena. The door closed behind her.

"Mary!" Kaitlyn exclaimed. "What are you doing?"

"Who is it?" she asked.

"Mistress."

"Oh, hi, Kaitlyn. What are you doing here?"

"I came to visit my best friend, Mary."

"You're kidding," Mary said. "I didn't invite you over, did I?"

"No. Well, sort of. I thought you might be busy, so I brought George."

"What?"

"George is my ****."

"No, he's my boyfriend!"

"What?"

"Kaitlyn, what's going on? What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, I just thought you knew about this. I'm sorry, Mistress."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I'm not really dating George, but..."

"But?"

"I mean, he's my boyfriend."

"What?"

"Well... I mean, maybe you should ask him yourself."

"Ask who?"

"Why don't you introduce yourself? I'm Mary. George is my ****," She called out in a louder voice.

"My ****?" George repeated.

Kaitlyn opened the door and led George inside by the cock leash so he could join their conversation. Mary also placed her hand on the leash.

"Mistress," he said, addressing Kaitlyn.

"Hey, George," Kaitlyn answered. "Welcome to Mary's room."

"Thank you for inviting me in."

"Sorry. Kaitlyn forgot to tell you that Mary's a bit weird."

"Mary's not weird, she's perfect. She's my girlfriend," protested George.

"Well, whatever," Kaitlyn said. "Doesn't matter now. Please kneel there."

"Would you like something to drink?" Mary offered him.

"Yes, thank you."

"Okay. Let me get you something to drink."

Mary went into the kitchenette to get him something to drink.

"What happened?" she asked.

"I thought Mary and I were dating," George complained.

"That's normal," Kaitlyn interjected. "There's nothing wrong with dating someone else. Many people date multiple people."

"But I thought she loved me."

"Well, that's up to her," she replied. "Maybe she doesn't feel that way about you anymore."

"But I love her," he insisted. "I want to marry her."

"So do many other boys," Kaitlyn pointed out.

"But I'm special."

"Sure. So are lots of other guys, George."

"What's that?" asked Mary, coming back with a lemonade for George and beers for us. "You want to marry me?"

"Yes," he admitted. "Please."

"Why?" Mary asked.

George paused. "Because I love you, Mary."

"Why do you love me?"

"It's obvious. You're beautiful and smart and funny and kind."

"And you're cute."

"Yes."

"I'm not," protested Mary. "I'm short and fat."

"You're not fat."

"You're such a liar," she said, laughing.

"Wait until you see yourself tonight," Kaitlyn told her. "Mary, I wanted to talk to you about something. About your relationship with George."

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"I don't know exactly. It's just that I've been thinking about it lately, and I don't know what to do."

"As you may have heard, I was selected to train George and ride him in the Queen's Race as his penalty for wearing inappropriate clothing that hid his cock."

"Yes."

"I have been training him well, and he is going to be a great ponyboy. I'm just thinking, it's a shame that it will all end after the race. But if you're serious with him, I'd better return him to you after."

"I'm not serious with him," Mary corrected Kaitlyn. "I can't marry him."

"You're lying. Why would you take advantage of a poor, innocent boy?"

"It's complicated. For one thing, if he marries me he loses his exchange student status and becomes an ordinary male in the Queendom."

"Isn't that what you want?"

"Well, yes, but..."

"Then why wouldn't you marry him?"

"It's because of you, Mistress."

"Me?" Kaitlyn asked.

"Yes, you, Mistress Kaitlyn."

"What are you talking about?" Kaitlyn asked.

"When I first met George, I realized he was amazing. His cock is huge and beautiful, and his body is incredible. And then I found out that you owned him, and that you trained him. I thought that was so unfair. Because even though I'm small and ugly, I never had anyone give me a chance to become a real girl, to wear dresses and makeup and high heels. So when I got the chance to learn how to be a girl, I took it. And now I'm doing it. I'm learning everything, and I love it."

"And George is learning how to be a ponyboy," Kaitlyn reminded her.

"I know. But he'd still be a ****. I can't imagine ever owning someone that way. It's better he goes back to his life as an exchange student"

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that if I marry George, I'll free him."

"What do you mean. He would be an ordinary male, and he wouldn't be a ****. Yes, he wouldn't have the same status he has as an exchange student, but I don't see how you would free him."

"I don't either," she admitted. "But I think he deserves a chance. He's worked so hard. If I make him a ****, he won't be able to help me in my quest to become a real girl. And if I can't give him that, then I don't deserve to marry him."

"You're right," Kaitlyn agreed. "You're absolutely right." She didn't agree with her friend, but she could understand her line of thinking.

"So what should I do?" Mary asked.

"I don't know, Mary. But I think you're making the right decision. But wait, weren't you studying to be an ambassador?"

"I am. But I'm not sure I want to go into politics anymore. Maybe I'll use this experience to become a model or an actress instead. Everyone's already seen my body when I was in the stocks."

"I think you should stick to politics," Kaitlyn said.

"What?"

"Politics is important work. You do a lot of good for the kingdom. You should continue to do that. And besides, think about it. If you become an ambassador, you can live with your husband in a different country."

"Ohh. And he could be free there. Yes!"

"And he could go home whenever he wants."

"Yes!"

"Besides, he's not the only boy you could marry."

"What?"

"You're pretty popular with the boys here."

"Really? I didn't know that."

"You have lots of admirers. Lots of guys would like to date you."

"They're all stupid. They don't understand that I'm in love with George."

"Or they know and they don't care," Kaitlyn joked.

"That's true. Now let's talk about something else. How are you teaching George to be a ponyboy?"

"I'm training him to be a submissive male."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that I'm training him to be a ****. A **** that is willing to be used by women as a sex object. And to be obedient to them."

"I'm not sure how I feel about that."

"Don't worry, Mary. We're just playing around here. It's not real. Not yet, anyway."

"You mean, he hasn't actually been transformed into a ****?"

"Not yet. But that might happen next week when he competes in the Queen's Race."

"Can I come watch?" Mary asked.

"Of course, you can. I'm looking forward to seeing you there."

"Thank you! I'd love to see him again."

"Have a drink, George." Mary inserted the straw for his lemonade into his mouth so he could drink it even though his arms were still bound and sat down next to me. "How's he doing?" she asked.

"He seems to be enjoying it," Kaitlyn replied.

"Are you having fun being a teacher?"

"It's hard work, but I'm loving every minute of it. I get to play with him all day long. You can play with him too if you like. But you have to be dominating him, otherwise it will interfere with his training. You can walk him in his cock leash ensemble like this, or ride him."

"I'd love to."

"Just remember that we're just playing around today. The real transformation won't happen until after the race."

"Do you think he'll win?" Mary asked.

"No idea," Kaitlyn said. "But he's ready for it. He's a natural at being a ****, and he's getting stronger and more muscular every day."

"Is he a good kisser?" Mary asked.

"I haven't tried him yet. Do you want to try him?"

She smiled. "Sure. He is my boyfriend after all. He's probably a good kisser. What do you think?"

"I'm sure he's a good kisser," Kaitlyn confirmed.

"Then why don't we find out?"

"All right." Kaitlyn stood up. "Come on, George. Let's show Mary how much you love her."

"Yes, Mistress," George said.

"Thank you, Mistress," he added.

"Let's go over to the bed," Kaitlyn suggested.

Kaitlyn led George by the cock leash over to the king-sized bed. Mary walked beside her. As soon as they reached the bed, she bent down and kissed George passionately while grabbing his cock through its leather harness.

"Wow!" exclaimed Mary. "His cock is big and strong! It must be all those hours he spends sucking his mistress' tits. And his balls are huge and heavy. You must really love his cock."

"That's right," Kaitlyn confirmed. "George loves my breasts and my pussy. He thinks my cunt tastes wonderful, and he always wants to suck my milk out of my tits."

Mary stared at George's cock. She couldn't believe how big it was. And it wasn't fully hard yet.

"You know, I bet he'd make a good ponyboy for you," she mused. "You could put him in the saddle, and he'd be able to carry you around all day long."

"Yes," Kaitlyn agreed. "But he needs to get in better shape first."

"Good plan," commented Mary. "Can I help you exercise him?"

"Yes, please."

"Okay then, George, let's get started."

Mary took his cock leash from Kaitlyn and placed her hand on his shoulder. Then she pushed him onto his back so that he lay flat on the bed. She stroked his cock with one hand. With the other, she grabbed his right foot and pulled it towards her. Then she held his ankle tightly as she lifted his leg up into the air. The ankle chains kept his other leg up together with it. When he was raised, his ass was pointed directly at her face. She looked down at it and smiled.

"Hi, baby," she cooed softly. "Would you like some breakfast?"

George opened his mouth wide as he struggled to breathe. His eyes were closed, but he knew what she was asking. He tried to say "yes". But he couldn't speak yet. He felt Mary's tongue lick the head of his cock. Then he felt the cock leash pop of and his entire shaft was engulfed. He was surprised that it fit inside her mouth so easily. He could tell that she had been practicing.

She sucked and licked his cock for several minutes. Her soft lips caressed him expertly. Then she slid her mouth further down his penis and began sucking him deeply. Finally, she took him completely into her mouth and began bobbing her head up and down on his shaft.

"Ooh," she moaned, as she deep throated him. "Your cock is so good, George. Isn't this what you wanted?"

"Yes, Mary," he grunted.

"Mmm, yes, I know. You've been dreaming about sucking my tits all night long, haven't you?"

George could only grunt. He had no words left.

"What is it, baby? Are you going to cum?"

George nodded.

"Oh, good boy! That's a good boy!" she exclaimed.

She continued to suck his cock vigorously as she worked him towards an orgasm. After a few more minutes, she pulled her mouth off his cock and looked down at it. She brought her hands up to his balls and massaged them gently.

"Here comes the milk," she announced.

George groaned loudly as his cock erupted in her mouth. His semen shot out of him and splattered across her face. She swallowed eagerly, swallowing every drop of his sperm. Then she released his balls and continued to stroke his cock until he was completely drained. When he was finished, she fell backwards onto the bed and panted heavily.

"So, how was that?" she asked.

"Very good, Mary," George responded.

"Why don't we do it again?" she offered.

"Yes, Mistress," he agreed.

"Now, let's get dressed."

"Yes, Mistress."

They both got up and got dressed. For George, that just meant putting his cock leash back on, since he was still in full bondage. Mary went over to the closet and picked out a pair of tight white jeans and a short-sleeved blue blouse. Kaitlyn watched her carefully as she put the outfit on. It was a very revealing outfit, because it exposed her shoulders, chest, and stomach, and showed off her ass. But she didn't look slutty. Instead, she looked sexy and classy.

When Mary was done, she turned to Kaitlyn and smiled.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"I think you look gorgeous," Kaitlyn told her.

"Thanks, honey. But I need your help with something."

"Anything."

"There's one last thing I want you to do for me."

"Yes, anything, sweetie."