Branded

Hello, “I’m Dave. This is the story of my demise.”

I had just finished my degree in electrical engineering at the state university of a western state of the USA. I was now free. For the first time in my life I was free for a few months. I had enough money for a little travel. I had accepted a very well paying job for a large company. I told them I would begin in September. I spent the summer traveling and had a great deal of fun. The first part August I was traveling in quarter horse country. It was one of those impossibly hot days. I stopped in a restaurant-bar to have a beer. I was so hot; the first beer went down before I realized I had finished it. With my thirst partially slacked, I sipped my second beer. I had finished about half of my second beer. I was now just sitting there and relaxing at the bar.

The door opened lighting up the room with the bright light of the hot day. In the door way stood a vision of beauty. The girl that was entering the room had very long black hair swept back into a pony tail. She had dark eyes separated by a pert nose. She was one of those ladies that had the look of Nordic or Germanic descent. Although she did not have blond hair, she had the high cheek bones and long, heavily boned limbs. The stunning beauty had on knee high spiked heeled boots, leather skirt and a tight white blouse. The blouse showed and ample bust that had breasts in the shape of perfect spheres. This beauty came over and sat beside me at the bar. The man behind the bar must have known her well. He brought over a beer and set it in front of the goddess beside me.

I need to take time out here to tell you, “I have always dreamed of being captured and bound by a dominant woman. For as long as I can remember, I have been interested in bondage. I never had found a partner with which to engage in bondage. I had done self bondage to myself hundreds if not thousands of times. You get the idea. This leather clad beauty fit the description of what I perceived to be a dominant lady.”

I was too shy to start up a conversation with her. I was always too busy working or studying to have many dates. I was just finishing my second beer. She looked over at me and said, “Hi I’m Brandy. It sure is hot out there. Are you new here? I don’t think I’ve seen you before.”

I replied, “I’m Dave. I’m traveling about the area. I don’t live here. I’ve just accepted a job in the large city just across the state line. I begin working there the first of September. I really don’t know much about the city. I graduated from the state university in June. I’m spending the summer traveling before I put on the harness.”

We chatted for quite awhile. We found we had a lot in common. All good things must come to an end. I told Brandy I had to move on. I had quite a few miles to travel before evening. Brandy said, “When you look for a place to live, you might try the Double X apartments. I live there when I’m in town. Actually I’m in town more than I am out here on the ranch. I teach several courses and do training in the city. I’m sure there is a vacancy at Double X. You can’t do much better. You could do a lot worse.”

Brandy wrote the address of the Double X Apartments on a napkin. I left. I had a good time on the rest of my trip. About a week before I was to begin work, I drove to the city. I figured it would take me a week to get settled and find a place to live. I looked at several apartments. None of them suited me. I then remembered that Brandy had given me the address of a place. I dug around in my wallet. I found the Address of the Double X apartments. I inquired at the manager’s office. I was told they had a few vacancies. They had a nice 2 bedroom and a very nice 3 bedroom apartment available immediately. I inquired about the rent. I found that on my salary I could afford a 3 bedroom apartment. I asked to see. Alice the manager took me down the hall to the elevator. We went up to the 16th floor and down the hall. Alice opened the door to the apartment. I looked around and checked out all of the rooms. The apartment was perfect. I told Alice I would take it. We went back to her office. I wrote a check for the deposit and signed the lease. I took me most of the week to move in and get the place furnished. The following Monday I began my job.

After three months, I settled in to a routine. On week days I would go to work, come home and fix dinner. After dinner, I would either read or watch TV until bedtime. On week ends I would explore the city tie myself up and relax in bondage for a few hours. About this time I began to wonder if I would ever again see Brandy. I thought to myself. “If Brandy isn’t a dominatrix, she sure looked like one. Boy would I love her to tie me up and have her way with me.” I continued on in the same routine for several more months.

One evening I was coming into the apartment building, I thought I saw a familiar figure standing at the elevator. I walked over to the lady dressed in spiked heeled, knee high boots, leather skirt and leather blouse. Sure enough it was Brandy. I said, “Hi Brandy, thank you for telling me about threes apartments. They’re perfect.”

“Brandy said, “Hi Dave! I wondered if you had gotten an apartment here. I have been out of town doing training. I’m here for awhile.”

The elevator arrived, we chatted as the elevator rose. It stopped and I was surprised to see Brandy get out on the same floor as I. I said do you live on 16? Brandy replied she did. She said, “I live in apartment 1615.”

Brandy replied, “I’m in 1612. It’s a door down and across the hall from you.”

I said to Brandy, “I don’t guess you would want to come in for a drink.”

Brandy said, “Not right now. I’m too tired and would not be good company. Why don’t you give me about 3 hours to rest and clean up. If your invitation still holds, I’ll come over about 9.”

I replied, “That will be fine. I’ll see you then.”

I went into my apartment and fixed dinner. I red up the apartment and made sure to get rid of all the cobwebs. I sat in my easy chair and began to read. About nine, I heard a knock on the door. I opened the door. There was Brandy. My eyes just about popped out of my head. Brandy was dressed in what must have been her standard leather outfit. She had on the knee length spiked heeled boots, leather mini skirt and a tight fitting leather shirt. The only difference was instead of black, this time the leather was red.

I showed Brandy into the apartment. She settled into the couch and curled up. I said, “What would you like to drink?”

Brandy replied, “Beer will be fine.”

I went to the fridge and got us each a beer. I handed Brandy a glass and a bottle of beer. I sat in my easy chair and we each drank our beer. I noticed that Brandy rather than pouring her beer in a glass drank it straight from the bottle. We began chatting. We each had another beer. Before we noticed it the clock read well after 11. Brandy said she had to get up early for a training session. I told her I had a busy day as well.”

I got really busy at work. I didn’t see Brandy again for 10 days. It was Friday evening. I decided on the spur of the moment to see if Brandy was home and invite her to dinner. I knocked on her door. She opened it. I said, “Would you like to come over for dinner in about 2 hours. Brandy thanked me and said, “I’m glad you asked, I’m really too tired to cook or go out and get something to eat.” I told her to come over in about 2 hours. The door would be unlocked. She should just come on in.

I decided I would have the usual, grilled steak, baked potato, salad and make a peach cobbler for desert. I was just getting ready to put the steaks on the grill when brandy came in. I said, “Beer is in fridge, grab us each one.”

Brandy brought me a beer out on to the deck where I was grilling the steaks. We chatted. In a short time the steaks were a perfect rare. I put them on plates and we sat at the table. We were too busy eating to talk much. After dinner, Brandy helped me clear the dishes and put them in the sink and dishwasher. We got another beer, sat in the living room and chatted for awhile. Brandy said, “I’m sorry I have to do an early training session in the morning. In fact I have to run a session all weekend. I need to go to bed. I’ll see you next week.

We fell into sort of an easy habit. We had dinner at one another’s place once or twice a week. There was never a move of either one of us to do anything of a sexual nature. We were just good friends. One day when we were chatting Brandy said, “I don’t have a spare key anywhere in case I lose mine. Why don’t I give you a key to keep in case I lose the one I carry with me. “

We decided it would be a good idea to trade keys. If I would have known what trading keys was going to cause to occur, I would never have done it. We each showed each other where we would keep the spare key.

The relationship between brandy and me continued along in the same vain. One Saturday evening, Brandy had told me she would be out of town I decided I needed to be tied with rope. A few months after leasing the apartment, I had all of my bondage gear sent from storage to my apartment. I kept in the closet of the third bedroom. I went in and pulled several lengths of rope from a bag. I decided I would do as I usually did, hogtie myself. I thought, “There’s no one around. I can do this one the floor of the living room. I can watch TV while I’m hog tied and relax.” I should have done my self bondage in the spare bedroom with door closed.

I got stripped completely naked. I tied my ankles and cinched the ropes. I tied another rope around the loops cinching my ankle. I knotted that rope on the front of my ankles and passed the long ends of that rope between my legs. I had a rope that was formed into prepared loops held in place by a knot. If I worked really hard, I could force my hands through the loops from opposite sides until the ropes were around my wrists. I wrapped several turns of the long loose ends of the rope forming the prepared loops around the loops at right angles to them. Once I got my hands through the loops, the turns of rope would act as a cinch and make it impossible for me to get my wrists free until I untied them. Everything worked perfectly the first time. I got my wrists through the loops, cinched and tied. Usually it takes me three or more times to get that done. The last thing to do was to tie my wrists to my ankles forcing me into a hog tie. I did that and was hog tied. As soon as I was hog tied my cock got rock hard. I thought, “Now I can lie here, relax and enjoy the hog tie. When I feel like it, I can get my rocks off.”

I lay there enjoying the feeling of the ropes biting into my wrists and ankles. I struggled in the ropes. I could escape. The rope bondage held me firmly in place. I could not get free until I untied the knots. I settled down to dream about a dominant woman torturing me. I hadn’t gotten very far into the dream when I heard a knock on the door. I wondered who could be at the door. I knew I could not get myself out of my bondage in time to get to the door before they left. I decided the best course of action was to lie there and remain silent.

After a time, I heard a click and the door open. I thought, “Oh God! I’m being robbed. I’m hog tied here on the floor and there isn’t any thing I can do.” I heard steps come into the apartment. Then I heard Brandy’s voice saying, “Dave what happened? Who did this to you? Wait a minute and I’ll have you untied.”

Gad! I was embarrassed. I looked around. Brandy stood there dressed in her usual leather costume. The sight of the leather beauty caused my cock to become as hard as granite. Brandy bent over to untie me. Then she said, “Wait a minute! No one did this to you. You did this to yourself, didn’t you?”

I was already embarrassed. Now I must have turned the deepest shade of red you can achieve when you’re embarrassed. I replied, “Guilty as charged.”

I began to struggle to get out of my self imposed hog tie. My fingers reached one of the knots at my wrists. I began to get it loose and untie it.

Brandy quickly bent down and said, “We’ll have none of that.”

Brandy grabbed the loose ends of my wrists rope. She wound them around my wrists and tied a tight knot. Brandy said, “Now try and get out of that.”

I struggled, twisted and turned. It was all to no avail. I could not reach the knot Brandy had tied. I was hog tied until she let me loose. Brandy put her spiked heel on my ass cheek. She posed as conquering heroine and dug her spiked heel hard into my ass cheek. This drew a loud yelp from me. Brandy pushed her spike even harder into my ass cheek and said, “Dave, you wanted to be hog tied. Now you’re hog tied and you can’t get out of those ropes without help. You I like you that way. I think I’ll leave you that way for awhile. I bet you have more bondage goodies here. Where are they?”

The question was punctuated by Brandy digging her spiked heel even harder into my ass cheek. I told Brandy the room in which the bondage gear was stowed. I told her it was in the closet. Brandy left. Shortly she returned with my bag of bondage goodies. Without ceremony Brandy dumped the bondage gear out on the floor. She carefully picked through all of it, making an ooh and ahh every once in a while. She picked up a penis gag. I knew from experience that this gag would fill my mouth. I would not be able to utter much more than little croaks. Brandy came over and roughly shoved the penis gag in my mouth. She buckled it tightly in place. The straps really dug into my cheeks.

Brandy went to my refrigerator and got herself a beer. She came back and sat on the couch directly in front of me. She sat back and began talking. “Dave, I love seeing you trussed in that hog tie and gagged. Having a male helpless really turns me on. I am called a dominatrix. I like to get a male really helpless and torture him. I can get off on regular bondage. However, there is a special bondage to which I like to subject males. No matter how I have a male helpless, torture is the same. I adore torturing a hapless male.”

“Dave I want you to know I didn’t plan to walk in and disturb your self bondage session. I locked myself out of my apartment today. When you didn’t answer the door, I thought you had gone out for dinner. I’m going to get my key and go back to my apartment. In a few hours I’ll return, give you some information and release you.”

Brandy got her key and left. I was now hogtied, gagged and helpless. I was left with my thoughts. “How long is she going to leave me hogtied. Is she really going to come back and let out of bondage. What did she mean when she said she liked to put men in a special kind of bondage?” My brain whirled and spun. I needed to get out of my hogtie. I was beginning to hurt. I rolled on the floor, I twisted jerked and pulled on the ropes. Nothing worked. I was firmly and inescapably hogtied. All I could do was lie there and hope Brandy came back to release me.

I finally tired and gave up the struggle. I laid there limp in my bondage and really hurt. I visualized Brandy in her spiked heels and leather dress. I felt my cock become rock hard. I began to hump the floor. I was really turned on by being helpless and at the hands of a real live dominatrix. I was so turned on; I only humped the floor a few times before I spurt my load. I gave a loud ahhhhhhhhh and collapsed in my bondage. Now I was in real pain. I very badly needed to be released from my bondage. Always after I shot my load I had an overwhelming to get out of my bondage. After I climaxed, the bondage was no longer erotic. I began to panic. I really bounced around trying to free myself. I was becoming short of breath. I thought, “Calm down Dave. You have tried and you know you can’t escape your rope bondage. All you can do is lie there and wait for Brandy to return, if she does. Just lie here and be calm Dave.”

After what seemed like a very long time, I heard the door open. Brandy came in and sat on the couch. She said, “Dave, in a few minutes I’m going to give you enough slack in your bondage to untie the ropes and free yourself. First I have something to say to you.”

“Dave I see you like bondage a lot. I’m willing to tie you up from time to time. That is I will tie you up if you allow me to torture as I wish for as long as I wish. I promise you will hurt from my torture. I promise I will do no permanent damage to you. I don’t want an answer from you right now. I want you to think over your decision before you act on it. We can’t do a lot of bondage and torture in this apartment building. The ranch owns a large cabin on a quarter section of land about an hour from town. If you want me to continue to put you in bondage, knock on my apartment door promptly at 6 on Friday evening. If you knock on my door, plan to spend the entire weekend in bondage and being tortured. Do not attempt to talk to me before Friday. Now I’ll fix it so you can get out of your hog tie.”

Brandy came over and I felt my ankles come free of my wrists and fall to the floor. I felt my wrist ropes loosen a little. Brandy turned toward the door and said, “Until Friday Dave.”

I struggled a little and soon had my wrists free. I removed the penis gag from my mouth. I stretched my limbs and worked my jaws. It felt really good to be free of the hog tie and gag. I took a shower and fell into bed. I felt more relaxed and sexually sated than I had in years. I fell into a deep sleep. I did not awaken until noon on Sunday.

I awoke starved. I was hungry. I went out to a buffet and overate. I got back to the apartment. I thought about what had taken place. Did I really want to play bondage and torture games with a woman I hardly knew. Did she only want to subject me to erotic torture and bondage I wondered, “Did she want to do even more to me than erotic bondage and torture?”

I spent the next work week barely able to concentrate on the tasks required by my job. The work week seemed to last forever. Finally Friday came. I got home from work a little before 5. If I was going to take Brandy up on her offer, I was to knock on her door exactly at 6. I had just an hour to make my decision. I went to the refrigerator and got a beer. I sat in my easy chair and sipped my beer. The hands of the clock moved steadily toward 6. I looked at the clock it was ten minutes to 6. I decided Brandy is too intense for me. I better not knock on her door. My brain was in the head of my cock. My cock was hard. Before I realized what had happened, I had locked my door, gone down the hall and was knocking on Brandy’s door. She opened the door dressed as usual, in her splendid leathers. Brandy simply said, “You’re here! Good! Turn around!”

I did as ordered. Before I could react, Brandy pulled my wrists behind my back. I heard a series of clicks as the cuffs ratcheted closed on my wrists. Brandy said, “Dave, now you can’t back out.”

Brandy threw a cloak over me. She took me down the elevator and guided me to her car. She got me settled in the seat and strapped me tightly in place with the seat belt. “We can’t have you getting hurt if there’s an accident.”

We drove for what the dashboard clock said was about 40 minutes. We drove a short distance down a dirt road. We came to a gate. Brandy got out and opened the gate. After we drove through the gate, it closed automatically. A short distance beyond the fence was a sign. The sign read, “PROPERTY OF ATHENA’S PONY RANCH. NO TRESPASSING. TRESPASSERS WILL BE PROSICUTED TO THE FULL EXTENT OF THE LAW.” I said to Brandy, “Athena’s ranch! What is that.?”

Brandy replied, “That is mom’s ranch. We don’t allow strangers to come on our property without permission. If it is not the main ranch, trespassers are handled by the law. On the main ranch we take care of all legal infractions ourselves, in house so to speak.”

We drove a short distance further and came to a rather modest looking house. In addition to the house there were 2 other buildings. One looked to be a building that had one large room. The other was definitely a stable. We drove past the house and pulled up in front of the one room building. Brandy stopped the car close to the only door of the building I could see. She came around, freed my seatbelt and helped me out of the car. She produced a large heavy key. When Brandy turned the key in the lock there was a loud clack. Brandy pulled what only can be described as a heavy door open. She turned on the lights and told me to follow her. I entered the room. My breath left my body in one large woosh. I as in what only can be described as a dungeon. I saw suspension devices, several different kinds of stocks, a rack a cross and other items too numerous to mention. Around the wall there were cells of all different sizes and shapes. There were crates that looked as if victims could be locked in them.

Brandy looked at me and said, “Impressive isn’t it?”

I said, “Awesome! I don’t even know the use of all of those devices.”

Brandy grinned and said, “I do! I’m an expert at using every item contained in this dungeon. Mom began teaching me almost before I could walk. There are so many goodies two chose from, I’m like the mule that starved to death between two stacks of hay. He couldn’t decide which one to eat first. I don’t know which one to use on you first. Since this is your first bondage and torture session, that leaves out the more severe devices and machines. I’ll have to make do with the ones that are less severe. Oh what choices! Which device shall I use on you?”

“You like bondage. I need to use something that will give you a sense of bondage but still allow me to give you pain. Slave get over here.”

Brandy was standing beside stocks. I walked over. Brandy stripped me of my shoes, socks, pants and under pants. She had me face the stocks and spread my ankles far apart. She closed the contraption and locked it. My ankles were now secured in ankle stocks with my legs far apart. Brandy adjusted the height of the stocks that would contain my neck and wrists. She unlocked my wrists and opened the stocks. She told me to put my head in the proper holes. Brandy closed the stocks and locked them. I was secured in place unable to move with my upper body parallel to the floor. Brandy said, “Now you’re properly fixed. I can have my way with you for as long as I desire. No one will disturb us here. You can scream as loud as you wish. Even if this building was not completely soundproof, there is no one within hearing distance of your voice.”

“Let me see. Your cock and balls are hanging down nicely just waiting for me to use them. What shall I use on them.”

Brandy went over and pulled out a drawer from a wall cabinet. She brought out what looked like a leather cuff with spikes in it. She came over and buckled it shut around my balls. I thought, “This isn’t too bad.” I couldn’t have been more wrong.

Linda dragged out what looked like 2 very large fishing sinkers. These were larger than I had ever seen. She used snap rings to fasten a short length of cord with a hook in the end of it to each weight. She hooked the weights to the leather spiked collar on my balls and let them drop free. I let out a large, “Nooooooooo!” The spikes really hurt as they dug into my balls.

Brandy said, “Don’t be a sissy. Your balls don’t hurt that much yet. Wait until I put them in the ball press. Now let me see.”

Brady disappeared and came back with clamps that had teeth on their jaws. Brandy fastened one to my right nipple. She twisted it closed until I was yelling with pain. “Stop it Dave! I’ve just started to work on you.” Brandy twisted the clamp another turn forcing me to let out an even louder howl. This got me a hard slap on the face. “Keep quiet! You don’t hurt yet.” Brandy gave my left nipple the same treatment. I managed to yell mostly under my breath. Brandy went over to the cabinet and came back with two large balls about the size of baseballs. The balls were made of metal. She hooked a metal ball to each of my nipple clips and let them drop free. This time I couldn’t help it. I let out a loud roar. My complaint got me a vicious slap in the face that rattled my teeth. Brandy said, “I was going to stop with the nipple clips. Since you couldn’t obey and keep quiet, I’m going to do more to you.” Brandy again delved into a drawer. She came out with a smaller clip that was more like pincers that ended in points. She opened it and clamped my septum in the pincers. I yelled and shook in the stocks trying to dislodge the pincers from my nose. I had never felt such pain. I let out a long loud keening whine. Brandy said, “I agree! That does hurt.” She hung a baseball sized weight on the pincers clamped on my septum. I thought, “Oh God! MY nose hurts, my nipples hurt and balls hurt. What have I gotten myself into?”

Brandy came back with another torture device. I was a ring that had small pointed teeth on the inside of the circle. Brandy grabbed my cock and slipped the ring over it. She positioned just behind the head and turned a screw tightening the ring closed on my penis. She turned the screw until the deadly sharp spikes bit into my cock causing me jerk in the stocks and scream. Brandy left, came back and hooked 2 more baseball sized weights to my cock. This stretched my cock impossibly far toward the floor. I was now one mass of pain.

Brandy said, “Now it’s time to get down to business. Brandy got a large paddle covered with leather. The leather paddle had a lot of holes in it. She proceeded to paddle my ass and the backs of my thighs until it felt as she was stripping the skin off of them. Nest she got a long thin whip and whipped the insides of my thighs with it. The whip burned terribly. It set the insides of thighs afire with pain. Only a woman would think to whip the insides of a man’s thighs. Brandy worked me over every way you can think of with paddles and whips. When she tired, it was late at night. I was emitting a never ending scream. Actually it was more or a croaking whine than a scream I had stripped my voice box. I could not modulate to full volume. Brandy said, “I’m tired! It looks like you’ve had all you can handle tonight. Boy did I get my rocks off. I loved that. After I remove your clips and weights, I’ll let you relieve yourself. Give you something to drink and fix you for the night. Brandy took all of the clamps and weights off of my body. She released my head and wrists from the stocks. It sure felt good to stand up and stretch.

Brandy locked a wide posture collar on my neck. She locked a chain to the collar and then locked the chain to a post. After my neck was chained to the post, Brandy released my ankles from the stocks. She said, there is a commode over there, feel free to use it. Your chain is long enough for you to walk over there. I walked over to the commode. I was embarrassed to use the necessities in front of Brandy. There was no hope. I really had to relieve myself. When I finished, Brandy said, “Come back over to the post and sit on the floor. I’ll get you something to eat and drink.”

Brandy brought me a large container of water, a beer and two ham sandwiches. She got herself a beer and a sandwich. She sat in a high chair looking over me like the leather goddess she was. Brandy said, “I hope you enjoyed that. I sure did.”

We finished out meal. Brady said, “Time for me to fix you up for the night. I’m getting tired. I want to bathe, go to bed, relax and read a little.”

Brandy got out a pile of rope. She tied a rope around the back of my neck, ran it through my arm pits and across my chest. She looped the rope around a second time and tied it on my chest. Brandy took another rope and lashed my upper arms tightly to my body. Brandy dragged my wrists behind my back and forced my forearms in position where they were perpendicular to my body and parallel to the floor. She tied my wrist together and cinched them. She took the long loose ends of the rope up and tied it to the rope at the back of my neck. This force my arms into a painful position high up on my back. Brandy folded my legs so they were placed tailor fashion on the floor. She bound my right ankle to my left leg just below the knee. She tied my left ankle to my right leg just below the knee. I figured Brandy was finished. As usual I was wrong. Brandy got a long rope. She ran this rope through the ring on the front of my collar and around the center of my legs many times. She repeated this until there was a thick shaft of rope leading from my neck to my ankles. Brandy tied the rope off at my collar ring. She took 2 small lengths of rope and cinched the rope leading from my legs to my neck just below the neck ring and just above my legs. Brandy stood back admiring her work. She said, “One more item and you’re done.”

Brandy again delved into her drawer of goodies. She came back with what I recognized as a pump gag. Brady stuffed the gag in my mouth and pumped it up until it puffed out might cheeks. Brandy closed the valve and removed the pump part of the gag.

Brandy rose over me and said, “I wanted to torture you. I did that. You wanted bondage. You have that right now. I only added the gag to make you feel more helpless. It’s unnecessary here. No one can hear you. Make sure you get a good rest. I have a rough day planned for you tomorrow.”

Brandy headed out, opened the heavy door and turned off the lights. When the lights went out, I was in stygian darkness. I could see nothing. I heard the lock of the heavy door clack closed. I tested my bondage. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t reach a knot. I was helpless. I had always wanted to be put in inescapable bondage for long term. I had my wish. I hoped I would like it.

After awhile, I began to hurt. After a little longer, I really wanted out of my bondage. I yelled into the gag for someone to come to the dungeon and release me. The little noise I made could not be heard across the room. I spent a long painful night. I found inescapable long term bondage really caused a person to feel pain. After awhile, I began to hurt. After a little longer, I really wanted out of my bondage. I yelled into the gag for someone to come to the dungeon and release me. The little noise I made could not be heard across the room. I spent a long painful night. I found inescapable long term bondage really caused a person to feel pain. After what seemed like eons had passed, I heard the clack of the lock. The lights came on and Brandy said, “I hope you had a comfortable night. You got the bondage you’ve always wanted. I hope you enjoyed it. I had my fun with torture. You’ve had your fun with bondage. Now it’s my turn to have fun with torture.”

I won’t go into any more detail about the bondage and torture I experienced at the hands of Brandy. That Saturday I was racked, mock crucified whipped all over my body, given bastinado. I spent Saturday day in the most restrictive hogtie I had ever experienced. Sunday Brandy released me. We cleaned up put the dungeon back in order and headed back to town. We stopped and had a great lunch at a country inn. We talked as if nothing had happened at the dungeon. When we got back to our apartment building Brandy said, “Any weekend you want to do that, I’m willing. I don’t have any more weekend training sessions to do until next summer. Just call me on the Wednesday before the weekend you want to be bound and tortured.

We went on this way for 4 months. I spent almost every weekend being bound and tortured. One weekend as we left the dungeon to head back to the city, Brandy said, I have to stop in the house and get something. We went into a large living room. Brandy said, have a seat. I have to take care of something upstairs. Brandy left the room. I saw what looked like a picture album on the table. Picked it up and opened it.

It was a picture album. It was like no picture album I had ever seen. It showed pictures of men being dressed as ponies. The men’s arms were secured behind there back. Their hands were enclosed in leather, fingerless glove that had rings in ends of them. Straps were buckled around the men’s arms just above the elbows. The right hand was strapped to the left upper arm. The left hand was strapped to the right upper arm. The men had bit gags strapped in their mouth and their heads strapped in a leather harness. They had shoes on their feet that were in the shape of horses hooves. A harness was strapped about the men’s waist. A leather cod piece was buckled over their genital area. I looked at more pictures. There were pictures of pony men pulling surreys, dragging logs out of the woods, pulling a plow and harnessed to many other things. I thought, “Who on earth would allow themselves to be treated that way. I thought you like to be bound and tortured. Is that any different?”

Brandy came back to the living room. She said, “Oh! You found the pictures of pony boys. That is what I really like to do. I love to train pony boys. When I referred to doing training sessions that is what I was doing. I was training pony boys. It is almost getting warm enough to begin training pony boys. We won’t have as much time for bondage and torture games once I begin my pony boy training sessions for the summer. That is unless you wish to be trained as a pony boy. Think about it. You might like it.”

Part II

We headed back to town, had lunch and returned to the apartment building. For the next several weekends we were both too busy to play bondage and torture games. Every time I thought about the pony boy pictures, I got excited. I decided to check the internet to see if there was any information on pony boys. I typed pony boy into the search box. I found several sites that gave information on pony boy play. Some of them had pictures on them. I loved the pictures of pony boys being in harness with bit gags and arms secured behind their back pulling something. I read a great number of pony boy stories and diaries. The more I read about pony play, the more excited I became.

I asked Brandy over for dinner one Wednesday. I told her I might be interested in pony boy play. I asked her for the details. Brandy said, “Give me a minute and I’ll get you some information.”

Brandy left. In a few minutes she came back with thin sheaf of paper. “Read the information and let me know. Don’t pay any attention to the charges outlined at the end. I’ve had so much fun torturing you, I’ll train you as a pony without charge.”

We finished dinner and chatted. Brandy left to go back to her apartment. I read the information she had left me. I’ll only relate the highlights of it here. The main points were, once you are in pony training, you will act entirely as a pony. You are not human, you are a pony. There will be no talking at any time. You learn the appropriate orders and obey them at all times. You will do nothing unless you are ordered to do it. I thought, “That seems a bit harsh. Surely they don’t mean all of it.” I read a bit farther. I read the rest of the information. The last lines said, “As long as you’re in the pony role, you are a pony and nothing more.”

The more I thought about assuming the role of a pony boy, the more excited I became. I finally jacked off with visions of being in harness and pulling a surrey with a goddess clad in leather on the seat. I decided I would tell Brandy I wanted her to train me as a pony boy. I noted the prices on the application form. One would have to be wealthy in order to afford them. I went down the hall and knocked on Brandy’s door. She came to the door. I said, “Hi Brandy. I’ve decided I want you to train me as a pony boy.”

Brandy’s eyes lit up like 4th of July fireworks. Then she frowned and said, “Dave, are you sure? Pony training is very severe. By its nature, it dehumanizes you.”

I said, “Brandy I have looked at the sites on the internet that have information about pony boy play. I love seeing the pictures of men in harness pulling a plow a cart or having work in harness. I get turned on by them.”

Brady said, “Be sure pony boy training is what you want. The actual training is much harsher than the fantasy. Once I put you in a training program, I will not end it until you are a completely trained and totally obedient pony boy.”

I thought, “If I begin the pony boy training program and don’t like it, I can quit.” As usual I was wrong. I told Brandy, “Yes I want you to train me as a pony boy.”

The fireworks look came into Brandy’s eyes. “She said, “I’ve been looking for a pony boy to train to be my own personal pony. Of course you would have to do other chores besides those I would have for you. Ponies are too expensive to keep without keeping them working in harness. I think if you’re acceptable to me after you’re trained, I’ll have you as my own personal pony. The weather has gotten warm enough we can begin this week end.”

The rest of the week passed slowly. Finally it was Friday evening. As usual, Brandy locked my wrists behind my back before we left. We chatted as usual on the trip out to the farm. The only mention about me becoming trained as a pony boy was when we turned on the dirt road leading to the dungeon. Brandy looked at me as her face lit up and said, “I can’t believe it. I get to train my own personal pony boy.”

As we neared the gate, Brandy said, “Once we’re on ranch property you will behave and act like a pony. Remember no talking. I remained silent as we left the gate behind and headed for the stable. This time I noticed there were a large number of cars in the parking area between the stables and the dungeon.

Brandy helped me out of the car and led me into the stables. She led me to a stall. Brandy locked a posture collar on my neck. Then she locked the posture collar with a chain to ring in the wall of the stable. Brandy took off my shoes, socks pants and under pants. She threw them in a box in the corner of the stall. My wrists were unlocked. Brandy told me to remove my shirt. I took my shirt off. This left me completely nude. Brandy placed one of the fingerless leather gloves I had seen in the pictures on each of my wrists and locked it in place. Next brandy fastened what I can only described as a long leather corset around running from just below my nipples to below my waist. It was pulled tightly in place. I found I could not bend my body. My gloves were secured to the sides of the corset. Long lengths of stiff leather were buckled about my knees. When the leather cuffs were pulled tight, I could not bend my knees. A penis gag was stuffed in my mouth and buckled tightly in place.’

Brandy said, “You’re a pony. Ponies usually sleep in a standing position. You will spend the night standing in your stall. Get some sleep. You’ll need it.” Brandy shortened the length of chain connecting my neck to the wall. Then she left. The lights in the hall way outside the stalls were left on during the night. I tired to bed over or do something other than stand. I could not bend my neck, back or knees. I had to stand where I was gagged and chained to the wall. As strange as it may seem I think I slept a little during the night.

Right at daybreak Brandy came into the stall. She released my arms from the sides of the corset. Brandy fastened my arms behind my back left hand buckled to right arm just above the elbow. My right hand strapped to my left arm just above the elbow. The neck collar, corset and knee hobbles were released from my body. I was left gagged and led outside. A loop of rope tied to a ring on the side of the stable was looped around my neck and pulled snug. I had to stand there. I noticed a number of pony boys were lined up along the stable wall. Each was attended by a leather clad mistress. The mistresses each picked up a hose. The water was turned on and a very strong stream of water came out the end of each hose. The water was ice cold. Every square inch of my body was sprayed with the icy water. Brandy made sure to pay attention to every square inch of my exposed skin. Brandy turned off the water to the hose she was using. She came over to me with a rough towel. Brandy vigorously rubbed my entire body with the rough towels. This left my skin pink. Next Brandy picked up something that looked like a brush. It was a brush with stiff bristles. She rubbed my entire body with the brush. This really hurt. I gargled into my gag. Brandy said, “Pony boys have to be washed and combed twice each day. This keeps their coat shiny and in condition.”

After Brandy finished brushing my coat, Brandy led me back to my stall. My head was strapped in a harness. My gag was removed. Brandy immediately replaced it with a bit gag. The bit gag was strapped tightly in my mouth. Brandy got a butt plug that had a long tail attached to it. Brandy greased the butt plug and rammed it home. A harness with rings on it was buckled tightly about my waist. Brandy took some measurements around my waist and genitals. Brandy buckled a cod piece over my cock and balls. She strapped the cod piece tightly in place. Brandy had me lift my foot. She placed it in a shoe that was shaped like a horses hoof. The hoof was buckled in place. Brandy did the same with my other foot. Brandy attached reins to the bit gag and led me out of my stall. Brandy said, “The first thing a pony must do is learn commands.”

Brandy spent about an hour instructing me with the basic commands a pony needed to know. Giddy up, whoa, gee, haw, back and pull. When Brandy was sure her pony knew all of the commands, she led me over to a cart and fastened my harness to it. She took the reins and stood on a shelf at the back of the cart. Brandy guided me into the woods where men were cutting trees and chopping wood. They filled the cart with wood. When the cart was piled high with wood, Brandy guided me back to the house where men unloaded and stacked the wood. I made 4 trips with loaded cart. It was hard work pulling the loaded cart. After the 4th load of wood was unloaded, brandy took me over to the stable. She fastened my reins to a rail. In front of me at chest height were 2 buckets on had water in it. The other bucket looked like it had oatmeal in it. Brandy removed my bit gag and told me, “My pony can have a little rest and get something to eat and drink. She said, as you can see one bucket has water in it. The other bucket has a processed fortified grain in it. The grain contains all of the nutrients needed to keep a pony boy healthy. Drink and eat what you need.”

I looked quizzically at Brandy and thought, “How am I supposed to eat and drink with my arms secured my back.” Brandy saw my expression and read my mind. “She said, you drink and eat just like a horse. Stick your head in the bucket and suck up the water. If you want to eat stick your head in the other bucket and eat.”

First I drank quite a bit of water. Then I decided to try the food. I stuck my head in the grain bucket and lapped up a mouthful of it. The stuff was crunchy, tasted like raw wheat and was hard to chew. I was hungry. I chewed the grain until it would go down and swallowed it. I alternated eating grain and drinking water to wash it down. Just as I had my fill of food and water, Brandy buckled my bit gag back in my mouth. She had me return to where the wood was being cut at a brisk trot. The entire afternoon was spent having me hauling wood. A few times Brandy stopped at the water bucket and allowed me to drink. At dusk, Brandy took me back to my stall. Everything was removed. My arms were left secured behind my back. A collar was placed around my neck. Brandy led me out to a corral. There were 4 spokes on a vertical shaft sticking out of the ground. Three pony boys were chained to spokes with a chain from their neck collar. I was similarly fixed to the 4th spoke. Brandy gagged me. As soon as I was gagged, the spokes began to slowly turn. Each of the pony boys had to follow along as the spoke turned in a circle. Brandy looked at me and said, “Cool down time. Ponies have to be cooled down after they work. We were left to follow the turning spokes for about 2 hours. The cool down wheel stopped. Brandy unchained me and led me over to the side of the stable. I got the same treatment I had received in the morning. I was washed down with icy water, dried with rough towels and rubbed down with the bristly brush. After my rub down, Brandy led me to my stall, locked my neck to a wall with a long chain. The buckets containing water and grain were on a shelf. Brandy said if you’re hungry or thirsty, drink and eat.”

Brandy left. By the time I had finished sucking down water and had eaten all of the grain that I wanted, Brandy returned. Brandy had some sort of a metal belt in her hand. She fastened the metal belt around my waist. I noticed that 2 chains hung down over my ass cheeks from the back of the belt. A metal cod piece was attached to the 2 chains. A metal strap continued on down from the other end of the cod piece. Brandy made sure the belt was snug around my waist just above my hips. Brandy greased my penis and with a little effort forced into a tube that was just large enough to hold my flaccid penis. There was only a small hole in the end of the tube. Brandy pulled the cod piece up between my legs and fiddled with the cod piece and the tube. I heard a click. Obviously the tube containing my penis was locked into the cod tube. Brandy fastened the strap on the cod piece to the center of the front of my waist belt. It felt like my balls were being pushed up into my body. Brandy pulled out a key and locked the belt in place. When she finished Brandy said, “My pony is properly locked in a chastity belt. I don’t want him to waste any energy masturbating. I don’t want him spilling his seed into any stray mares.”

The posture collar, knee hobbles and corset were buckled on me. I was chained to the wall and was left standing in my stall for the night. Every day of my pony training began an ended the same way. In the morning I was washed, dried and brushed. In the evening I was cooled down, washed, dried, brushed, fed and forced to stand in my stall for the night.

At day break Sunday morning, I was lead out of my stall, attended to and directed into the woods. This time I was not pulling a cart. Brandy walked behind me holding the reins. This time when we got to the area where wood was being cut, no one was there. A pile of logs was lying on the ground. Each log had a cable attached to it. Brandy attached my harness to one of the logs and said pull. She directed me to pull the log in a direction away from the stables. After I pulled the log about a mile we came to a saw mill. Brandy had me drag the log beside the mill. She released it and we returned for another log. I spent all morning and half of the afternoon on Sunday dragging logs to the mill. At mid afternoon I was taken back to the stable, cooled down and taken care of. I was gagged and locked to the wall in my stall. After a little time passed Brandy came into my stall.

Brandy said, “I hope you enjoyed your first weekend of being trained as a pony.”

I thought to myself, “This was real work. I don’t want to continue this. I’m tired, my arms hurt from being continually fastened behind my back. I’m through with this.”

About the time I finished my string of thoughts I heard Brandy saying, “Dave that chastity belt you’re wearing has some special features built into it. It contains an electronic device. The electrodes can cause you great pain or great pleasure. If you are not obedient, you will get a shock like this.” I yelled into my gag as my cock and balls jerked from a charge of electricity flowing through them. Brandy continued, “That was just level 5. There are 30 levels. I’m told that after level 20, the shocks can become fatal. That is one feature of the belt. There are 2 other features about which you need to know. A few times during the day, the belt needs to receive a signal. If the belt does not receive the signal it will be gin shocking you at level 5 and increase a level each time until it receives the signal. The third feature of the belt is this. There are transmitters scattered around the area. If the belt is taken out of the range of the transmitters, it will begin shocking you at level 15 and increase until you are back in range of the transmitters. Remember Dave, I told you once your pony training began you could not quit until you were completely trained as a pony. The belt will insure you remain chaste. It will make sure you appear for each of your training sessions and complete the entire course. Welcome to the world of pony boy training Dave.”

Brandy released me and told me to get dressed. She drove me back to town. We chatted a bit. Then I said, “I think this pony training is too intense for me. I don’t know if I can take any more of it.”

Brandy replied, “I warned you. Once you begin pony training you complete the course or suffer. There is no way out for you now. I have no jurisdiction over the keys to the chastity belts. They have been sent to ranch headquarters. I couldn’t release your chastity belt even if I wished. I don’t want to release it. I want my very own trained pony.”

I returned to my apartment. I stripped and checked the belt. I tried to escape from the belt. I couldn’t even get a finger under it to touch my cock and balls. I was so tired I fell into bed and a dreamless sleep.

I spent the week being frustrated at not getting any sexual relief. Periodically the phone would ring at work or my apartment. A beep would emit from the phone. This told my belt everything was ok.

All during the summer, I spent weekends in pony training. I pulled logs, hauled wood, pulled carts, and pulled surreys. I was teamed up with another pony and we pulled hacks. I was hitched with 9 other ponies to a plow and plowed a field all day. I pulled a hay rake. A large number of ponies pulled a hay baler. In short I did every chore a horse could do on a farm.

At the beginning of September Brandy said, “It is getting close to final exam time for your pony training. You need to take a week off of work. The pony training exam will last an entire week. I was due a week’s vacation. I arranged to take it during the week that the pony training exam would take place.

The Friday that would end my work week and begin my vacation arrived. I got home. Brandy came to my apartment and said, “Dave let’s get started. We have a long drive. The pony exams always take place at ranch headquarters.”

We drove for a long time. We reached ranch headquarters well after dark. Brandy said we’ll have to go to the ranch office to get you processed for your exams. We entered a small building that contained and office. Brandy brought out a pile of papers and said I was to read them over and sign them. I signed that I was there of my own free will. I signed that I would not hold the ranch responsible if I was injured. I signed a few other pages of the same nature. After the paper work was completed, Brandy took me out to the stables. I was hobbled, corseted, gagged and left to stand in my cell for the night.

Part III

I got little sleep. Somehow, I could never get much sleep when I was forced to stand in my stall for the night. I noticed several of the other pony boys managed to get sleep during the night. At least they seemed to be well rested in the morning. I was never well rested after spending a night forced to stand in my stall. Daybreak arrived. A strange lady, clad entirely in leather, came into my stall. I was given the usual bath and grooming by her. She fed me water and my ration of grain. I was led out into the center of a large corral. There must have been 20 or more pony boys there. Each one was attended by a leather clad goddess. There were a few ladies standing around the fence on the outside of the corral. I noticed that onlookers were all extremely tall, very muscular and well developed. There was not a one of them that would’ve stood less than 6’ tall in shoes that did not have heels. The spiked heeled boots they wore added to their already impressive height.

After a short time, an even taller lady came out and walked up on a raised platform. She said, “I welcome all new pony boy candidates to, Athena’s Pony Ranch. First I want to welcome each pony boy candidate and wish them good luck. Second, you are to no longer consider yourselves as pony boys. Since this is a pony ranch, you are no longer pony boys. You are ponies. You will be given a series of tests to see if you have learned your lessons well enough to become ponies here at Athena’s Pony Ranch. There will be only 2 grades for each part of your test, pass or fail. If you pass all parts of your test, you will become pony boys in the service of Athena’s Pony Ranch. If you fail any part of the test, you will become a mule and serve in the mines. I might add, once a mule enters the mines, it never again sees the light of day. It spends the rest of its life living and working underground. This should give all ponies an incentive to do their best on each part of their exam. Good luck to each and every one of you. Trainers begin the exams.”

Another lady who I had never laid eyes on came over to me. She said, “I’m Brianna. I’ll be directing you through your tests. Every pony gets a new trainer for his exams. We’ve found the original trainer is too lenient and gives her pony too high grades.”

For the first test, I was hitched to a cart. I was driven around the ring for each new circle I was directed to switch gaits. After we completed all the gaits, we pulled up to a stop. Brianna said, “The rest of the exam will be how you do on field work.”

I pulled logs. I pulled a rake to break up clods in a plowed field. I pulled carts loaded with gravel. I pulled a hack with Brianna and another lady in it. I was given several other trials. At the middle of the afternoon Brianna said, you have completed your exam. You will receive the results this evening. I was cooled down, washed, combed, watered and fed.

I was fixed to the fall of my stall and gagged. About dusk Brandy came in and put me in my pony harness. I was led out and toward corrals. There was a corral to my right and one to my left. All of the pony candidates were lined up. We were told to move forward, as each pony came to the front of the line, he was directed to either the corral on the right or the one on the left. I noticed most of the ponies were led into the corral on the right. Every once in a while a pony would be directed to a corral on the left. Brandy led me into the corral on the right. I saw that there were a number of posts arranged around the inside of the corral in circles. Each pony was led to one of the poles by his trainer. I was forced to stand facing a pole. Brandy began lashing my body to the pole. When she finished I was bound facing the pole, unable to move so much as a muscle.

After all of the ponies were similarly bound to a pole, Athena walked upon a raised platform and said, “Congratulations! All of the ponies in this corral have successfully completed their exams. You all are now going to be branded with the brand of Athena’s Pony Ranch. Your right ass cheek will be branded with the large letters APR. Underneath the letters will be a picture of a pony tail and a whip. Once you receive your brand, you will become the sole property of Athena’s Pony Ranch. You will be glad to know that the papers you signed when you arrived included the following.

1. You singed a personal services contract that obligates you to serve Athena’s

Pony Ranch, for the rest of your lives.

2. You signed a paper giving Athena’s Pony Ranch power of attorney. We will

convert all of your personal effects into cash and put it in our coffers.

3. Effective today you have resigned your positions of employment.”

“Now several branding irons are being heated. After each pony is branded, the branding iron will be retuned to the brazier until it is white hot. Once you are branded you will be the property of Athena’s Pony Ranch. All law enforcement agencies recognize our brand. If you are found off of the property of Athena’s Pony Ranch you will be returned. Should be proud you’ve earned the brand of Athena’s Pony Ranch. We brand only the best ponies.”

All too soon Brandy came toward me carrying a white hot brand. She stood behind me and a positioned the branding iron. She pushed the branding iron hard into my right ass cheek. I smelled burning flesh. Then the incredible pain hit. I let out a yell that should have been herd in 3 counties. My gag prevented that. I could only hear a gfffffmmmmph escape from the gag. Brandy took the iron way. When she returned, she placed a large plaster patch over the branded area. After she smoothed the patch in place Brandy said, “That patch will heal your wound in about 5 days. Now you are the property of our ranch. No pony has ever escaped from our ranch. You will serve as a pony in the field most days. If I need you, I’ll have you pull me in a surrey wherever I wish you to take me. There is nothing you can do about your situation. I warned you that once you began training as a pony you could not quit. You will remain a chaste pony in the service of Athena’s Pony Ranch for the rest of your life. If you wish we can geld you by removing your cock and balls. We only do that if requested to do so by the pony.”

I settled into a life of a pony. I longed for a normal life. That was not to be. As long as I followed orders given me to the letter, I was not punished. Usually though, someone always found fault with something I did for them. I was punished by being whipped in the evening. If I did well, I was given a charge from my chastity belt that caused me feel pleasure. I was never allowed sexual relief. Lately I have been given more and more sessions of pleasure from the belt without being able to climax. It leaves me feeling extremely frustrated. If I continue to be given these treatments often, I’m thinking of asking them to geld me. I’ll have to see. The good days are when Brandy is here and I take her for a long ride in her surrey.

Part IV

One day after I had taken Brandy for a long ride on the ranch she washed me down and put me in my stall for the night. Brandy said I have some bad news for you. It seems as if some of the newer ponies are becoming frisky and hard to handle. The ranch has decided that all ponies should be gelded. It has been decided that not only will all of the pony boy’s balls be removed but their cocks as well. In order that you won’t have to suffer by thinking about it too long, the operation will take place tomorrow evening. A feast and barbeque has been scheduled to celebrate the gelding of all ponies. We understand that this will put you in an agitated state of mind. You may really try to escape. We can’t have that happen. I’m sorry but you’re going to have be more securely tied than usual. I’ll take care of that. I was quickly chained into a hog tie and had my neck locked to the base of the stall by a 6” chain. I gagged and left there in the dark. I thought, “Surely they’re not going to remove my man hood. It’s all I have left.

I spent the night hog tied and gagged. In the morning my gag was removed. I was permitted to drink and eat. I remained hog tied. It was hard to get enough to drink and even harder to get food. The pans were removed and the gag replaced.

A little after noon 2 ladies I had never seen before came into my stall. They were tall, statuesque, beautiful and striking in appearance. I was released from my hog tie, forced to stand and had my neck locked to the wall by a very short chain. The 2 ladies removed my chastity belt. My genitals were washed and shaved. Without a word the 2 women left.

About dusk I was marched out to the center of a corral. I noticed there were 12 other ponies there. Around the corral there were 13 poles arranged in a circle. Each pony was bound with his back to the pole. The way we were bound, any movement was impossible.

Athena arose, towering over every one she said, “We are here to celebrate the gelding of our ponies. This will make them more docile and less likely to rebel. You’re going to get to see a new process we have developed for gelding ponies. We have developed a laser beam that will completely dissolve flesh. Other than the pain produced by the heat, there will be no other side effects. We will efficiently and cleanly dissolve each pony’s genitals. We will leave the ponies ungagged. Of course, after the removal the ponies will have to be transported to the ranch hospital for surgery. We have marvelous medicines here at Athena’s Pony Ranch. It will only take a few days for the ponies to heal and be put back in the traces.”

I recognized the 2 ladies that had come to my stall and shaved my genital area. They each had a short, fat, black round rod in their hand. They began directly across from me. They did something to the rods in their hands and ruby red beam flashed out of the end of the rod. They directed the beam at 2 of the pony’s cocks and balls. An ungodly, blood curdling scream issued from the mouths of each of the victims. There was a puff o dark black smoke. The ladies moved on to the next victim. The two ponies who had been neutered continued to howl and scream. I noticed that where their cocks and balls had been, there was nothing but blackened area. The volume of the cries and howls increased as the ladies made their way around the circle. All too soon they came to me. I smelled the acrid smell of burning flesh and heard a loud scream not realizing it was coming from me. Then there was darkness.

I awakened in my stall. My arms were secured wrist to elbow behind my back and I was gagged. Soon an Amazonian lady came into my stall. She said, now you’re a properly gelded pony. Your arms have been permanently secured behind your back. You will serve Athena’s Pony Ranch as a pony for the rest of your life.