I had the opportunity to help a friend out with his new slave, and thought it might be fun to share with you the lesson I gave. The following account is written by the slave herself... Enjoy!
If I am honest to you bloggie, while the adventures of the the other night had left me embarrassed with myself, I was also rather pleased with myself: My two first nights serving my new Master seemed to have gone as he wanted, and he even had a few good words to say about his new property!
If I am honest to you bloggie, while the adventures of the the other night had left me embarrassed with myself (can you believe that while I was in a cage, violated by the tentacles of a huge plant, at the disgust of onlookers and the amusement of my Master, I was actually masturbating in RL? how sick am I???), I was also rather pleased with myself: My two first nights serving my new Master seemed to have gone as he wanted, and he even had a few good words to say about his new property! I was getting cocky...
So when I logged in tonight and my Master placed me at his feet, I allowed myself to feel at home, resting my head against his strong legs. Serves me right! Master must have sensed some complacency in me, because he promptly told me that a friend of his wanted to visit to "have some fun with me" - honestly, it made me feel like the new game console you invite your friends round to have a go with! I was getting cocky...
The lady did eventually arrive and after exchanging greetings with my Master instructed me to stand and be inspected by her. I was too busy catching up on their open chat bloggy, and she had to repeat her order - a big mistake on my part! To make matters worst, the rug Master had made me curl up on was quite large and whenever I tried to click on the floor to adjust my viewing angle, I ended up clicking on it and lying down again! That did not make matters any better for me...
Unperturbed, the Lady dragged me away from the rug, made me bend over and kindly explained that she was going to help me understand the error of my ways. Her voice had that kindness that commands. The kind of kindness that comes from confidence and power, when one knows that one will be obeyed. And she was...
By then I was mortally embarrassed by my own ineptitude (in front of my Master, as well!) and I knew that I was in trouble, so I bended over as perfectly as I good without uttering another word, my ass exposed high in the air, knees slightly bent, bare breasts squeezed tightly against them, my bare feet gripping the cold floorboards and my hands wrapped around my calves for stability. I knew what was coming... So did my Master, for he got up and walked around to better enjoy the view.
The first strike came without warning, nine stinging tails clawing deep in my ass-cheeks and causing me to almost lose balance with the impact. "Oooucchhh" I cried! The Lady was unimpressed, and with a second whack she asked "what did you say?" I then realised that she meant to humiliate me more than to cause me physical pain, and wanted me to thank her for each stroke; "Thank you Mistress!" I exclaimed without really thinking, and then WHACK! and "I am not your Mistress" she says. "Thank you Miss" I stutter, my humiliation increasing, before WHHAAAACK! nine tails of fire brand my poor little ass again! "I want you to count out every stroke" she instructs, her voice level, confident, matter-of-fact. I thought I heard my Master laugh quietly from the side. It then finally dawned upon me that the Lady intended to administer punishment on me in her way, and all I could do was comply, take her punishment, thank her for it, and I better mean it!
I took a deep breath in, raised my hips to proffer my naked bottom to the whip more fully, opened my eyes and as my head was just under the level of my knees I saw her legs move as she swung her body for the next blow. She had long noble legs, I had time to observe, athletic bronzed calves before - WHACK! "Four" I counted immediately followed with a sincere "Thank you Miss!"
"Wrong!" she said and WHACK! again! My ass was on fire by that time, I felt it had become double its normal size and I could feel it pulsing: But I knew she was right, so at the next blow I counted "one Miss, thank you Miss", and I was surprised to find that I did not need to make my thanks sound sincere: I really meant it, by that time I had realised how she was improving me and was actually grateful to her for it...
I kept counting from then on, between blows stretching my body to make it look attractive for my watching Master, keeping my aching ass as high up as I could to give an easy, exposed target to the Lady and after each blow counting the strike; a short pose and "Thank you Miss" in a deep, calm voice, my only means of letting my understanding and gratitude show. And so it wend from then on, watching those lovely legs that were punishing me swing forwards quickly, stop sharply, hearing the whistle of the whip through the air and feeling its impact on my tender ass; taking a quick breath, counting the stroke loudly and thanking her for it from the bottom of my heart. The Lady kept adding more lessons; two strokes in quick succession which I mistook for numbers seven and eight turned out to be one (seven). I learned from that as well...
In time the Lady tired of whipping me and started stroking my burning bum with her gentle hand - before delivering another, harder blow. She played with me like that for a little longer, chatting with my Master, asking him how many times he had taken me (twice), whether he had made me beg to be fucked (he had, and how had I implored) and how many times he had taken me from the ass (none). At that she laughed (I was mortified!), gave my marked cheeks a little squeeze and commented that I had a nice ass, shame she did not have a strap-on ('strappy' she called it) with her. Ever the gentleman, my Master offered her the loan of one which she put on gladly and leant it against my open and exposed asshole.
They chatted a bit more, ostensibly unaware that I was dying from shame (and me a slave!) before they decided that what my Master really wanted was a blow-job from the Lady. They ignored me so - having learned what happens to girls that speak when not spoken to - I remained bent over, aching ass in the air, eyes firmly on my toes gripping the floor. When my Master finished in the Lady's mouth, the returned to me and I watched her shapely feet come into view as she walked in front of me, grabbed me by the hair, lowered her head to mine and rubbed her lips - full of the scent of my Master's cock and cum - against mine. I couldn't help my tongue try to taste as much of my Master on her as it could, but she just laughed at me, thrust my head back down and then her lovely legs walked around to my exposed ass, and my Master's heavy boots took her place in front of me.
When she finally violated me she was very skilful about it, making me wish she'd never end... She started by touching the 'strappy' on my ass, wetting it then with the juices that were flowing from my cunt (she didn't miss the opportunity to comment on how wet I was - to my Master's amusement and my further mortification), before returning it to my ass, gently pushing the cheeks this way and that, tracing the rim of my hole (ai, the sensation... I was already beside myself with blissful anticipation!) before slamming it in me hard and making me feel I was being ripped apart!!! The thrust would have made me fall over, if it wasn't for my Master (didn't I say he is the perfect gentleman), who grasped me from under the shoulders, steadied me, lifted my head by the hair, and deftly slided his still erect cock in my mouth!
I was being fucked from both ends bloggy, and I will not even try to describe the sensation! I had never been 'hog-roasted' before, certainly not by a large metal strappy contrasting with the beauty and lithe of the Lady wearing it... For good measure (or perhaps for her own amusement) she whipped me once or twice on my arched back (strokes which I dutifully counted and thanked her for, while being violated from both ends). Eventually my Master came on my face and in my mouth, the Lady withdrew from my ass, but I was still left there, bent over, ignored, a stream of blood from my violated ass mixing with my juices that were trickling down my thigh, saliva and Master's cum drooling from my mouth, while the Lady and my Master commented on their experience, flirting with each other and eventually had sex as if I and my violated, lashed, torn ass did not exist...
Eventually they dressed and their attention turned to me again, the Lady in a playful mood by now, grabbing me by the hair and bringing me to my knees in order to teach me to sub-hug her, my face snuggling against her warm mound - I could smell the mixed scents of my Master and her, as I embraced her submissively around her hips. I was then tough how to lower myself correctly to kiss my Masters feet before I was finally dismissed with orders to update my blog.
Which is how I come to be writing these lines bloggy, at almost 4am... But I'm done!
Hu-Mares Stable is one that caters to strict animal livestock treatment of its residents. As one is transformed from a human into an animal, many restrictions are placed on them. The use of an RLV-enabled viewer, open collar or stable-provided implant, and pet hearing device is required to enforce restrictions and immerse the animal in the roleplay. This is exciting to some (I’m getting tingley just writing about it), it represents one side of the spectrum of pony play that might be more than some can handle. From what I’ve observed, the life of a Hu-Mare is hard and requires much patience and dedication. Those transformed into Hu-Mare Ponies may become Mares, which are permanent residents of the stable. The stable requires that one entering transformation choose between “classic” (typical ponygirl tack) and “rubber” (a specific latex outfit/look is welded permanently to the pony.)
Hu-Mares Stable’s facilities are well integrated into sNr. The barn has a number of stalls for the resident animals, as well as some guest stalls. Adjacent to the barn is a training area, whip ring and walking track, where ponies will learn to adjust to their new situation under the strict supervision of Hu-Mares’ trainers. A nice steeplechase jump course is near the barn, as well as a slalom course. Then there are all the roads and paths in sNr which are nice for carting, as well as the Pony Highway. Occasionally events are held, such as a recent cart race on the Pony Highway. It was a very fun race, the excitement of a new course, seeing many pony friends, and the challenges of the course and environment (it was a very busy time for the island.)
If you are a pony looking for a month of hard work or a permanent home, perhaps sealed in latex, then Hu-Mares Stable at Stones N Rubber may be just the place for you. For me, its a nice place to visit (and shop), so you should definitely check it out.
Hu-Mares Stable is one that caters to strict animal livestock treatment of its residents. As one is transformed from a human into an animal, many restrictions are placed on them. The use of an RLV-enabled viewer, open collar or stable-provided implant, and pet hearing device is required to enforce restrictions and immerse the animal in the roleplay. This is exciting to some (I’m getting tingley just writing about it), it represents one side of the spectrum of pony play that might be more than some can handle. From what I’ve observed, the life of a Hu-Mare is hard and requires much patience and dedication. Those transformed into Hu-Mare Ponies may become Mares, which are permanent residents of the stable. The stable requires that one entering transformation choose between “classic” (typical ponygirl tack) and “rubber” (a specific latex outfit/look is welded permanently to the pony.)
