1. Firestorm Part 2


    Date: 11/19/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Hardcore, Author: sir-jeff, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    find the machine slowing her gait. It kept her moving at a goodly pace, but it was no longer a difficulty to do so. As she began to catch her breath, she began to feel her body. She felt tired to be sure, but her muscles felt loose and ready. She realized she was still high-stepping. It seemed more natural to walk this way. Her lungs felt more expansive, even with the unforgiving corset so tight against her. She felt like she could keep running even though she was tired. She also felt terribly slick, sweat had to be coating her entire form but she could not look down to see, the pole held her reins up too high to look down, or in any direction except forward. Every sense seemed enhanced. She could feel the gently swaying of the chain clipped onto her nipples, the sounds of her thighs rubbing delicately together with each step, the squelching sound of sweat and leather moving together, the firm grip of the chastity belt on her wet sex, the way the metal had been warmed by her body and was no longer cold. She felt the bit in her mouth, the taste and texture; the horsehair tail swishing against her naked ass cheeks; the fat plug buried deep within her anal passage. Everything felt so wonderful. When the pole began to speed up again, she welcomed it with a joyous whinny and rushed forward eagerly. Carol Stevenson was having her pussy licked by one of her slaves when her watch alarm went off. Looking down at the face of the expensive timepiece, she suddenly remembered ...
    Firestorm. Her newest pony had been in the practice pen for about five hours now and should be a bit more proficient in her pony role by now. She smirked at the thought of her employee being turned into the creature she had been so fond of watching. She had such a collection of them, she mused as she headed out to the pen. Firestorm was now back inside the stable. She was also completely naked, her harness being cleaned. She had been scrubbed clean of sweat and dirt, as well as other bodily fluids, and stood straight and tall, her bit tied off to a hook dangling from the ceiling. Her feet were locked into a short set of ponyboots that ended just a few inches above the ankle, her arms tied behind her with rope. Her head was inclined upward and she couldn't see the face of the man who was toying with her right breast, though she knew the woman was Mrs. Stevenson. "How would you like this done?" he asked, and she knew he was not speaking to her. "The same as the others," came the reply from Carol. Firestorm had no idea what was about to happen but she didn't need to wait long to find out. A sudden pain in her nipple let her know something was wrong and she tried to pull away, to no avail. She screamed into her bit. She felt a splash of liquid on her aching teat and then the cool touch she recognized as metal. Suddenly she knew what had happened. She recalled the thick rings in Biscuit and Cinnamon's nipples that had been attached to the chains that ran behind their backs, much like the ...
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