1. The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles 12: Sarai, Mistress of the Kennel


    Date: 9/25/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, BDSM, Female/Female, Humiliation, Lesbian, Oral Sex, Spanking, Threesome, Transgendered, Water Sports/Pissing, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 58.3, Source: sexstories.com

    thigh. They were my favorite slaves, some of the best I ever trained. I gathered their leashes, and they crawled before me, their cute asses wagging their tails. As we moved through the large Church, worshipers and clergy bowed to me. Outside, Lily Klerk and Miranda Peck waited with my rickshaw. They were pony girls, horse-tailed butt-plugs shoved up their asses, their hair long, falling down their naked backs. Harnesses covered their bodies, attached to the rickshaw. My bitches helped me into the rickshaw. A riding crop lay coiled on the rickshaw's seat. I grabbed it and snapped the end on my ponies tanned asses. They giggled, pulling my rickshaw at a jog while my bitches ran alongside. The busy streets cleared for us. The Citizens bowed—only Diane and her servants used a pony girl rickshaw—as we passed. I could tell their professions based on how they dressed: janitors in charcoal coveralls, government workers in gray suits and ties, nurses in red scrubs and doctors in blue. Everyone was happy. It was the Gods Final Commandment: “Find fulfillment and joy in whatever job, spouse, or home the Theocracy selects for you.” The only real choice a person made was sexual slavery. And only the most beautiful young woman or handsome young man was allowed that choice. Sex slaves were the symbol of status. If you worked hard at your job and rose high, you might be allowed to bid on a slave. My ponies made good time with encouragement from my whip licking their cute asses. They had a ...
    nice sheen of sweat on their tanned skin. Both were blonde, their hair lightened by decades in the sun. Along with Hannah, the two girls were Diane's earliest collections. “You did good,” I praised as my bitches unharnessed them. I held up sugar cubes and the pony-girls eagerly licked them off my hand. “Thank you, Madam,” Lily smiled. I gave her a kiss on the lips and allowed my hand to fondle her bottom. “You two have earned an afternoon of delight,” I told them after kissing Miranda. I walked them through the kennel to their cell. They were a breeding pair, and had two daughters that also served as ponies. Mistress allowed Lily to have a cock and she was summoning it the moment the girls were locked in their cell. I wanted to stay and watch the girls make love, but Diane awaited. Diane was in the study, sitting in her chair. The study had her desk, shelves for books, and one corner was given over to discipline. A spanking bench with straps to hold down an unruly slave sat before a pegboard from which hung a selection of whips, crops, and paddles. One of the cat-girls licked her feet. The cat-girls were the house-slaves. They wore cute, kitten ears and had cat-tail butt-plug. Their collars had little bells on them that tinkled as they frolicked around the house. They didn't sleep in the kennels, instead the five of them would find a room and sleep in a pile of naked flesh. Quietly standing in the corner behind Diane's desk was a nervous, coffee-skinned girl. She had thick, ...
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