She picks him as the subject of her article on deviant sexual behavior. But he has other ideas. This is their mental battle that leads to her inevitable submission.
Charles swept into the club at about 9 in the evening one Friday evening. It was a private club that a friend had recommended. He had never been there before but seemed quite at ease. The club was full but not crowded, with many Doms and Dommes there with their subs, both male and female. He wasn’t anything particularly special to look at, about 6 foot tall with muscles that rippled slightly as he strode across the floor. His dark hair was cut short and he looked to be in his late 30s. He was dressed casually rather than being in fetish attire like many of the other patrons.
But there was something about him that drew the eye. Perhaps it was the confidence with which he walked or the somewhat cat like grace he displayed. Whatever it was, the unattended subs began to gravitate in his direction as he sat on a couch along the wall. A waitress wearing attire that displayed her full breasts for all to admire immediately approached him to take his order. “Samuel Adams Stout” was all he said with merely a flicker of interest in the charms she so openly displayed.
As she scurried off to fill his order, he scanned the room. He took note of the subs kneeling at their Master or Mistresses feet, some pleasuring their owners with their mouths. Across the room, a sub was being disciplined with a crop. It was clear from the sounds coming from her mouth that she was enjoying the discipline a little too much. But that was not his concern. He was merely here to check out the club for sometime later when he had acquired a new stable of slaves. He’d just moved to the city the week before and had not brought any of his previous slaves with him.
In fact, he had sold all five of them for a tidy profit. It wasn’t that he needed the money. It was just that he decided that a new city deserved new slaves, a clean break from his old life. He had moved his business here to take advantage of the growing market for his special services, both vanilla and alternative. His vanilla business involved identifying and exploiting localized technological niches. His alternative business involved training pony girls. He only trained girls as he considered their sexual use a key component in their training and he did not desire the services of male ponies.
His gaze settled upon a woman standing off to the side. She appeared to be observing the activity and occasionally spoke into a small microphone held unobtrusively in her hand. She looked to be in her mid-20s, dressed nicely but rather conservatively. Her long blond hair was tied in a ponytail that hung to her waist. He had seen this type before. While young, she was obviously doing research, perhaps for a book or academic publication. The more he observed her, the more likely he thought she was doing academic research.
In fact, she was doing research for an academic paper. One that she hoped would be later published as a book for the general public. Her name was Laura Baxter, a single child of parents who were college professors and published authors. They had pushed her to not only succeed in school but to exceed. She was a phenomenon throughout her school years. She’d graduated from high school at 16 at the top of her class, received her bachelor’s degree at 19, and her PhD. at the young age of 22. She was now 24 and a professor at a distinguished university. Unfortunately, her parents were killed in a car accident before she received her PhD. She had no other family and her grueling academic schedule hadn’t allowed her to make any friends, so she was alone in the world.
Laura noticed the Dom’s gaze and nodded at him. He nodded back and then turned his attention to a sub approaching him with hesitant steps. The sub was probably 20 and was not wearing a collar. She was wearing a thin blouse that did nothing to hide her small breasts as well as a short skirt. He had noticed her before but she had been talking to a man dressed in leather who he had assumed to be her Dom.
He watched her as she approached him, her eyes going down as she felt his gaze upon her. He gestured for her to speak as she approached. “Sir, I was wondering if you were seeking a sub or a slave. My last Master recently died in a car accident and I have been lost ever since.”
He continued to gaze at her, appraising her body and her offer. It was not the first time he had been approached but usually not so quickly. She had a nice body with runner’s legs, clear blue eyes, and blonde hair in a page boy cut. She looked like she had the potential to be a good pony girl. So he decided to take some time to assess her potential.
“I am in need of some slaves but I am very picky. But you look like you have potential, so perhaps you will do. Do you have any diseases?”
“No sir. My former Master took very good care of his property. I was tested just last week for STDs. Here is the certificate.”
With that she handed him a piece of paper. He took it and quickly scanned it. He had seen these forms before and knew just what to look for. Yes, she was disease free. At least as far STDs were concerned. But before he took her as his slave he would have a doctor give her a physical. It was not worth training a diseased slave. He would care for a slave he owned if she became sick but would never take on a new one that was diseased.
“You may kneel before me. I will test your potential for a few days before deciding.”
As she knelt at his feet, the man she had been talking to earlier approached. “What are you doing, girl! You are mine.” With that, he began to reach for her arm to pull her up.
“Stop” Charles said in a quiet but commanding tone. The other man stopped automatically as his command. “Did she submit to you?”
“No” said the other man “But she was going to.”
“But she did not, and until she has done so, she is free to choose her new owner. She has decided to kneel before me so that I may decide whether to possess her.”
The man began to sputter a response but stopped when he saw the look in Charles’ eyes. He stood there, mouth opening and closing for a minute before turning and walking quickly out of the club. He had thought he was a Dom until he met a real one. Charles had encountered his type before, the wannabees, he thought of them, if he thought of them at all.
Across the room, Laura noted this exchange. It was just the type of thing she was interested in. She had speculated that there was a hierarchy in the Dominant world and was writing an article for a scholarly journal about it. She thought that this would be a hierarchy based on personal power. So far her observations had shown her anything but that. The Doms and Dommes she had observed were generally cordial with each other and it was clear that many of them were close friends. Any rivalry was good natured and never resulted in physical violence.
So she seized upon this opportunity and walked quickly across the room prepared to suck his knowledge from him. She was sure he would form the basis of her next paper on this deviant sub culture. He noted her approach and looked into her eyes when she stopped in front of him. She opened her mouth to speak but the look in his eyes made her hesitate. It seemed that he could see into her soul, that he was her superior. But that couldn’t be! She was Doctor Laura Baxter, noted professor and published author. He was merely some man pursuing a deviant lifestyle.
So, gathering her wits about her, she said “Hi, I am Dr. Baxter and I would love to interview you. I am researching the BDSM lifestyle for paper I am writing. I noticed your exchange with the man that just left as well as with this young woman. I would like to discuss it with you.”
“You didn’t say Please.”
“You heard me. Since when is it proper to be impolite?”
“Oh. Please may I interview you?”
“That is better. Yes, I believe you may.”
Those words sent a shiver of pleasure up her spine which she shook off a little angrily. He was just a subject for her research. But, god, he seemed to exude masculinity. Once again she had to gather her wits before speaking.
But he beat her to it. Bring that chair over and sit facing me. Pointing to a nearby chair. She pulled the chair over and sat, not realizing that she was obeying his command. There had been a closer chair or even the couch for her to sit on, but he had told her to sit in this one, so she had.
“I am Charles Poindexter. And you are?”
“I told you. Dr. Baxter.”
He merely looked at her, obviously expecting something more. She fidgeted in her chair for a minute before quietly saying “My name is Laura.”
“Very good. It is nice to meet you, Laura.” The whole time this has gone on, Charles has been stroking the hair of the sub at his feet. Laura noted this with a little nervously. She had interviewed many Dominants and quite a few of them had had subs present during the interview. It has never ceased to amaze her how some of them treated their subs as pets rather than people. She could not understand how any person could stand to be treated like that. But the subs, both male and female, seemed to not only accept this, but reveled in it.
“Do you mind if I record this?”
“Not at all. Now proceed with your interview.”
A little startled by the way he seemed to take command; Laura fumbled as she placed a microphone on the table beside the couch. She then proceeded to ask him a set of questions about his life and his experiences as a Dom. As he answered, she became aware that she was getting a little disturbed over his descriptions of how he shaped a woman into a pony. It seemed so demeaning. She had heard of pony play but this was the first time she had heard of it being taken to this extreme. The women he described ended up living permanently as a pony, living in a stall, defecating outside, and pulling sulkies for all their days.
“So you break their spirits and remake them into these ponies?”
“You haven’t been listening to me, have you? I never break their spirit. I train show and racing ponies, not ponies to pull manure carts. If you cannot listen with an open mind, then this interview is over. You are dismissed.” With that he signaled to the waitress to bring him another beer and began to observe the antics of two subs as they danced for their Master.
“I was listening to you. I am just trying to understand what you do.”
Charles looked at her and said flatly “I thought I told you that you were dismissed.”
“Please, give me another chance. I will listen better. I promise.”
“Apologize to me.”
He didn’t say anything, just looked at her until she lowered her head and said “I apologize, Sir.”
“Very well. But I will not be so lenient if it happens again. Proceed.”
Laura began her questioning again. After a minute or two, he stopped stroking the sub’s head and pointed at his crotch where his cock was pressing against his pants. The sub began to unzip his pants, and then took his cock from its prison. Holding it gently in her left hand, she took it in her mouth and began to bob her head gently. He entwined his fingers in her hair and began to control the speed at which she moved up and down.
Laura was shocked at this behavior. She had never had this happen so brazenly in front of her. It took her a moment to gather her thoughts before beginning her questions again. But the whole time she was talking, she was aware of what was happening before her very eyes. She noted the look of pleasure on his face as he pushed the girl’s mouth down until it was clear that his cock was buried to the hilt in her throat. Then he released her again to repeat the process again and again. The whole time he continued to speak as though nothing was happening. Suddenly, he paused and his face took on a rather intense look as he shot his seed into her mouth and down her throat. Then he resumed speaking again like this was a normal event.
Eventually, he released the girl’s head and his softening cock dropped from her lips. “Clean me” he commanded and she proceeded to lick him clean. This was too much for Laura. She just couldn’t believe this girl would abase herself to a stranger. And in front of all these people!
“Look. It’s getting late. Perhaps we could continue this another evening?”
Getting a business card out his wallet, Charles said “Be at my place tomorrow at 2. We will continue then.” With that, he stood up and took the girl by her hand before walking toward the exit. Laura was stunned with the speed with which that had occurred. She just couldn’t go to this guy’s house. She didn’t even know him. Besides, she had office hours tomorrow afternoon. Her mind made up, she decided it was time for her to leave also.
Charles was delighted by the way the evening had gone. He had cast his line, now it was up to her to swallow the hook. He loved a challenge and Laura looked to be a good one. But he bet he would have her at his feet someday. In the meantime, he had this new sub to evaluate. He put her in the car with him and started to drive to his house. She was obviously somewhat trained as she knew not to speak unless spoken to. So the ride home was quiet, allowing him to consider his next steps with Laura.
When he got home, he guided the girl into his living room. He didn’t know her name but that was unimportant. He would name her if he decided to keep her. “Strip and present yourself for inspection.”
“Yes sir.” She quickly undressed, stopping only to look at him questioningly, wondering where to put her clothes. He pointed at a basket beside a chair and she began placing her clothes in it as she took them off. Soon she was naked. She immediately stood for inspection, hands clasped behind her head, small breasts thrust out, and feet shoulder width apart.
He proceeded to inspect her front. His hands moved over her small firm breasts. He pinched her nipples and got a low moan of pleasure from her. Then he moved his left hand down to her crotch. Her mound was smooth, so smooth that he suspected the hair had been permanently removed. That was good. He preferred his slaves that way. Then he inserted a finger into her cunt. It slipped in easily as she was very wet. Once again she moaned softly. He slipped another finger in and was impressed with how tight her cunt was.
“Open your mouth.”
Once it was open, he took his fingers out of her cunt and proceeded to inspect her teeth with those same fingers. His inspection was much like you’d see a rancher do with a horse he was intending to buy. The only difference was that when he was finished inspecting her teeth, he said “Clean my fingers.”
She immediately sucked her juices off his fingers, her tongue slithering around to get every last drop.
“Good girl. Now, turn 90 degrees to your left”
He examined her body from the side. He was impressed with her posture and obvious muscle tone. He ran his hand over her ass, feeling how firm it was. It confirmed what he thought earlier, this girl was a runner. Definitely a potential pony girl.
“Another 90 degrees”
“Now, drop your hands to your sides and bend over.”
“Good girl. Now use your hands to spread your cheeks.”
He fingered her holes a little, mostly to test her submissiveness. She definitely passed as she remained absolutely still as her pressed his thumb against her asshole.
“Have you worn a butt plug before?”
“Yes, Sir. My Master would occasionally have me wear one.”
“I will transform you into a pony girl if I decide to take possession of you and pony girls can expect to wear one fairly regularly.”
“Stand and turn 90 degrees to your left.”
“Should I keep my cheeks spread or place my hands behind my head.”
Charles smiled at her question. This one definitely had potential.
“Hands behind your head.”
This time he just briefly gazed at her before telling her to turn and face him. He stepped back a pace when she was facing him and swept his eyes down her body. When his gave arrived at her cunt, he was not surprised to see her juices running down her legs. Yes, she had definite potential.
Then he began to question her about her past.
“How old are you?”
“I’m 20 years old.”
“How long have you known you were submissive?”
“Oh, probably since I was 13. I always fanaticized about being dominated. It started with reading pirate stories. I wanted to be the girl who was captured by pirates. While my books never said it, I always assumed she was made to sexually serve her captors. When I was 17, my boyfriend was a little dominant and would order me around sometimes. It really got my juices up. But he wasn’t demanding enough, so we broke up. I think he was a little scared by what I wanted him to do.”
“What happened then?”
“I started hanging around BDSM clubs. Then one day I met Him. My Master was 30 at the time and we just clicked right away.”
Charles noticed a tear run down her cheek as she said this. So he decided to pursue another line of inquiry.
“You look like you were in track when you were in school.”
“Yes, Sir. I ran cross country. I was county champion in my senior year of high school.”
“Very good. Have you ever thought of being a pony girl?”
She licked her lips nervously before replying “Uh. I am not sure what that is. But if you want me to be one, then that is what I’ll be.”
“What are your limits?”
“I don’t know, Sir, I have always done everything that I was commanded to do. I expect I will always do that.”
“Good answer. Well, tomorrow we will see how you respond to pony training. I am in need of a set of ponies and you look like a likely candidate. If not, you may serve as a domestic slave.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Now, I am going to place a collar on you. This is only a temporary collar. If I decide to keep you, I will put a permanent collar on you.” With that, he slipped a leather collar around her neck and locked it with a small padlock.
“Follow me. You will service me this evening. Oh, before I forget. Are you hungry?”
“No Sir. I ate before I went to the club.”
He turned and went up the stairs to his bedroom. She followed, her eyes looking around at his house. It did not look like a large house from the outside but from the inside, it was huge. The walls sported many paintings. Here and there, the paintings were separated by swords and whips of various types. All in all, it gave the impression of quiet wealth.
Upon entering his bedroom, Charles said “You may undress me. Place my clothes in the hamper.” He stood there impassively as she gently pulled his clothes from his body. Soon he was nude, his massive cock bobbing gently as he walked to his bed.
“You will come to my bed for now. I want you to straddle my cock so that I can feel your cunt as I read. After I have finished with you, you may use the mat at the end of the bed to sleep on. When you hear me awake in the morning, I expect you to suck me off as I awake.”
He got into bed and she mounted him. He was very pleased with her tight cunt. It was so tight he had problems concentrating on his book and it took him very little time to cum. As she got off the bed and headed to her mat, he reflected luck was once again with him. It looked as though he had the first pony for his stable and, perhaps, another one to come.
All night long the events of that strange evening churned in Laura’s mind. She tossed and turned before finally deciding to get her mind off of it. So she got out a book of erotic short stories and began to read, her fingers playing with her clit. The first story she came to was about a Dom and his sub. As she read the story, she began comparing the description of the Dom with Charles. Gradually she lost interest in the story because the Dom in it was just not up to Charles level.
She began to remember how he had controlled the girl tonight, how it looked as he pushed and pulled her head up and down as she had his cock in her mouth. Without realizing it, she began to masturbate in earnest. She came just as she remembered the look on his face when he came in the girl’s mouth.
Shocked at herself, she roughly turned over as though to deny she even had an orgasm. It was a long time before she fell asleep that night and when she awoke the next morning, she was still tired but strangely eager to begin the day, perhaps to wrap herself in her work and forget last night’s events.
She got up and took a shower. Normally she would have masturbated in the shower with her trusty shower massage. But she denied herself that pleasure this morning in penance for her orgasm last night. After her shower she picked out her clothes for the day, a conservative skirt suit with some lacy under things. She wasn’t sure why she picked that panty and bra set out, she normally only wore them when she went out on a date. Then she rushed off to teach her first class of the day.
Charles woke to the feel of a mouth on his cock. Good, he thought. She really has potential. The last sub he tried out overslept and despite being disciplined, could never learn to wake up before him. Once he had cum in her mouth, he got off the bed and motioned her to follow him. Before getting into the shower, he removed her collar. That would not be necessary nor possible when he put her permanent collar on. Then he took a shower, using her to wash his back before allowing her to wash herself.
After the shower, he had a hearty breakfast that she prepared under his direction. He allowed her to eat the leftovers before having her clean up the kitchen. While she was doing that, he went out to unpack some of the supplies he needed for her first pony training session. This time he would only work with her a little bit to see how well she responded to the training.
He returned to the house and hooked a leash on to her collar, but before he walked her outside, he placed moccasins on her feet. He always took good care of his property. Then he walked her outside to the stables. He had deliberately picked this house for its secluded nature. Eventually he expected to have pony girls wandering nude in the field and didn’t want any problems. She seemed to accept her nudity outside and followed docilely. He tied her to a hitching post and went to get the tack he’d unpacked earlier. She stood quietly as he placed a training halter on her. He then led her to the practice ring where he proceeded to instruct her in the basic gaits. He worked her for an hour before deciding that she had had enough for now. She was a born pony girl; she obviously loved to run and was very trainable. He looked forward to the day when he hooked her to a racing sulky.
After the session, he washed her down and put her in a stall with some granola and water. Then he went to get his lunch and take a quick shower before his 2 pm appointment. He was supremely confident that Laura would come. If not, nothing lost. But he thought he had her figured out.
When lunch rolled around, Laura found herself wondering again about Charles. She knew that information about him would be a key ingredient in her paper. But she was reluctant to obey his command to be there at 2. She thought that she would run into him again at the club. But she knew in her heart that if she missed today’s appointment, that he would never speak to her again. It was so frustrating. Undecided as to what to do, she went to her office and began grading papers. But she had a hard time concentrating.
Finally at 1:30 she gave up and decided to go to the interview. She pulled out her phone and got the directions. Looking them over she realized she had very little time to get there. So she grabbed her recorder and rushed out to her car. She had a little problem finding his house. It was set back away from the road behind a screen of trees and bushes. But she did find it and arrived with just a minute to spare. She sensed that he would not be happy if she was late. She wasn’t quite sure why that bothered her. But she figured it was because she really needed him to open up and let her really understand how he thought.
As she approached the door she noted what looked like a stable off to the side with a practice ring beside it. She figured he was a horseman and thought no more about it, figuring it was just another aspect of his need to control. She rang the door bell precisely at 2. He immediately opened the door for her and said “Ah my dear. Right on time. That is very good. I do not tolerate people who are not punctual.” He turned and walked into the house, obviously expecting her to follow.
He led her into the living room. Like the girl from last night, she peered around as she walked and was impressed with what she saw. As he sat down, the girl from last night came scurrying over and knelt at his feet. She was nude except for a collar around her neck. Laura had seen this type of thing before in her research and so, wasn’t shocked. He pointed to a chair and she sat down, getting her recorder out. She looked at him, inquiring as to whether it would be all right to record this session. He nodded his head but didn’t say anything.
She resumed her questions from last night. After an hour, he said “You know, you will never really understand this life unless you experience it.”
Laura understood the implied challenge and said “Perhaps I should have you submit to me. That way I could experience domination.”
He just laughed and looked at her amusingly as though to say “How could you even think of me submitting to anyone?” She just looked at him and then, blushing, looked away.
“Have you ever submitted to a man, Laura?”
“No! I could never do that!”
“How about to a woman?”
“How do you know until you’ve tried? How do you know if you would like it? Besides, if you don’t experience the lifestyle, your article will be just a shallow reflection of the richness of the BDSM lifestyle. You do want your article to be good, don’t you?”
“Yes, of course I do. But you don’t need to experience something to study it.”
“Only if you want to be the best.” Seeing the look in her eyes when he said that, he knew he had her. The hook was in the mouth, now to set it. “I have a friend, John, who is a specialist in aboriginal life. He lived with them, as one of them, for a year. His article not only was published in a refereed journal, he revised it and it made the best seller list.”
“You don’t mean John Krull? He’s my idol! His work is what got me interested in doing this research. His insights into their world and lives was riveting.”
“Well, now you know how he attained his insights.”
“I could never. I mean, how could I do that? Oh, I don’t know. Perhaps you could introduce me to someone I could dominate.”
Smiling, he said “First, I don’t know any submissives that you could dominate. I would lend you this one, but I am still evaluating her. Besides, I don’t think you have it in you to be a Dominant. It takes a special type of person.”
“Why do you say I could not dominate someone? I can be pretty forceful when I want to be. Besides, I was thinking of a man. I could never dominate another woman.”
“Your answer just confirms what I said. A Dom is always a Dom, not just at times. Besides, being forceful is not being Dominant. It is crude and a true Dom would never stoop to that. Domination is more mental than physical.”
As she considered his words, he asked “Have you ever been with a woman?”
“I don’t see how that has any bearing on our discussion. Besides, I am the one asking questions.”
Once again, he just looked at her until she turned her head away. Finally she relented and said “Once in college. It was just one night.”
“Very good. You must be open with me if you expect me to be open with you. Now, did you enjoy it?”
She looked at him in confusion. Then said, “Yes, sir.”
“Very good. Why did you stop being with women?”
“I was drunk that night and had just broken up with my boyfriend that same day. But we got back together the next day. So I just never did it again.”
“Would you like to try it again?”
“Yes or no.”
Sensing him looking at her expectantly, she realized what he wanted so she said “Yes, sir, I would like to try it again.”
“What did you enjoy about the experience?”
“The feel of a woman’s body. The feel of her mouth on my pussy. A woman knows best what another woman likes.”
“sub, you will go pleasure the good doctor.”
The sub immediately moved over to her but Laura said “I couldn’t. This is not right. Oh.” She said that as the sub reached up under her dress to caress her pussy. Laura found herself raising her ass off the chair as the sub began pulling her panties down. Then she looked on numbly as her panties were slid down her long legs and over her feet. The sub then pulled her dress up and parted her legs. Before Laura could react, she was overtaken by the feel of a tongue on her clit. Then she was lost in the sensations.
It was just like that night all over again, except this time her mind was not dulled by alcohol. The feel of a tongue as it parted her nether lips and drank in her dew was incredible. She grabbed the sub’s head and pulled it even closer. Her head went back and her mouth opened to let out a moan of intense pleasure. This was followed by another low moan that gradually became a scream as she came all over the sub’s face. The sub continued to lick and suck, causing her to have small orgasms until finally Laura was exhausted. Then, as the waves of the orgasm finished washing over her, she became aware that he was sitting there looking at her.
Embarrassed, she pushed the sub’s head away and tried vainly to pull her skirt down to cover her drenched pussy. But it was too hard for her in her depleted state. So she gave up and just sat there, her pussy exposed to his view until she’d recovered enough to pull her skirt down some more.
“I see you don’t trim your pussy. That is too bad. I prefer a woman’s pussy nude or at least trimmed.”
“Why does it make a difference? I am not one of your subs.”
He just smiled and said “I believe this interview is at an end. Come back tomorrow at the same time. Show her the door, sub. Oh, and tonight, I want you to look up the difference between a slave and sub. I keep slaves, not subs.” With that, he got up and left the room.
Laura left his house, her mind a confused mess. His revelation about John Krull really got to her. She couldn’t believe Charles actually knew him. When she set out to write her article, she hoped it would be as successful as his book. That book and the article that spawned it were the gold standard of work that crossed the line between academic literature and popular reading. She had forgotten that Krull had spent a year with the aborigines so he could really understand his subject.
She thought about her situation. After meeting Charles, she knew she just did not have what it takes to be a Dom. But the idea of submitting to someone was repugnant. Still, she wanted to succeed so badly she could taste it. Perhaps she could sample parts of the lifestyle, and not really submit.
She spent a restless night, tossing and turning for much of the night. The whole concept of submitting to a man, to anyone, was so foreign to her. She had always been on top of the game. Then there was Charles. She knew instinctively that it would be dangerous to submit to him. On the other hand, she also sensed that he could be trusted to live up to whatever agreement they entered into. She was less sure with other Doms.
Then, about 2 in the morning, she remembered what he’d told her to do. So she grabbed her iPad and googled “slave” and “sub.” She found that a sub could place limits on how they were treated. They had safe words. A slave had no limits and no safe words. It was strange, in all the time she’d researched the BDSM world, she’d never heard the difference. This realization brought home to her how little she really knew about that world. All she knew about it from was an academic perspective. She did not know it in her soul. For that she would need to experience it.
The morning found her disheveled and still tired. She made some strong coffee and took a hot shower before eating breakfast. Finally, fortified with food and caffeine, she made her way to the university. She taught her morning class on automatic pilot. Her mind still swirled from conflicting emotions. She wanted to be successful but she did not want to submit.
Charles, on the other hand, had spent a peaceful night. He was very satisfied by the day’s events. His new sub had great potential and he had made an appointment with an understanding doctor for the next morning to examine her. But the real excitement came from hooking Laura. If she came back today, then he knew she had swallowed the hook and would be his. He loved a challenge. He knew that he would have to play her carefully lest he scare her away. But if he played her right, she would be his. Her hair was even the same color as his new sub. Perhaps they would be a matched team of pony girls?
Once again he woke to the feel of a mouth on his cock. Such a pleasant way to wake up. After feeding his sub a little protein, he got out of bed to take care of the morning routine. The doctor’s appointment was at 11, so he had time for a pony training session. Like the day before, it had gone smoothly. This sub was such a natural that she only had to be shown a gait once to have it down pat. He would probably put her through a session again this afternoon so Laura could watch. It should be interesting to watch Laura’s expressions and body language.
The physical examination went well and they discussed her upcoming slavery on the way home. It was agreed that he would draft a contract for her to sign later today. She seemed very relieved to be found acceptable by him. He was pleased to have found such a suitable slave so quickly. Sometimes it can take quite a while. Many offer but few are acceptable. To celebrate, he stopped and took her to lunch at a very nice restaurant. It would be the last time she ever ate at a restaurant again, so he wanted it to be pleasant. He planned on turning her into a pony girl right away and he never took his livestock out in public, at least not in the vanilla world.
Laura, on the other hand, could barely eat. She was so nervous and distracted that she just could not focus. She looked over her calendar for the coming week and suddenly realized she was supposed to fly out early the next morning to attend a conference. She’d been so unsettled by recent events she’d completely forgotten! Mulling over the situation, she decided this was a good thing. This whole thing with Charles was moving way too fast and was so unsettling to her. This would give her some breathing room and she could put things into perspective. This realization calmed her mind and she was more relaxed as she gathered her stuff up in preparation for her meeting with Charles.
Once again, he did not open the door until exactly 2. “Good afternoon Laura. I hope you had a pleasant night.” Of course, he could tell that she had not and he quickly turned away so that she could not see his expression of delight. She followed him into the living room where the girl was waiting on her knees.
“You have arrived at an opportune moment. We were about to sign a contract giving me ownership of her, at least for the next year. Perhaps you would like to record our conversation?” Then without looking to see what Laura did, he motioned for the girl to rise and led her to a nearby table. On the table was a formal slavery contract. He then patiently and carefully explained every detail of the contract. He insisted that she understand every nuance and made her tell him what she thought each paragraph said. The contract was for one year. If, at the end of that year, the situation was acceptable for both then it would become permanent. She would be his property to do with as he wished. At that time, he would place his brand upon her if he planned on keeping her. Or leave it off if he expected to sell her some day. Finally, it was time to sign.
Holding out a camera, Charles said “Laura, can you please take a picture of this? I always like to have a memento of such significant events.” Laura took the camera and began shooting as they signed the contract. She had been very impressed with the way Charles had ensured she understood exactly what she was getting into. Laura knew there was no way she could ever sign such an agreement. But it was one more indication of how impressive a Dom he was. She was also thrilled to have been present at such an event. This would add even more depth to her paper and it would make it unique. In all her research she had never come across any description of such an event, only speculation on what it entailed.
After the signing, Charles took his new slave out to the barn where he spot welded a stainless steel collar on her. “If things are mutually satisfactory in a year, I will make that a permanent weld. Now for a name. I think I shall call you ‘amber’ after the color of your eyes. I think you will make a winning pony girl with your natural speed and my training. I expect good things out of you.”
“Thank you Master. I will be the best pony girl I can be. I want to make my owner proud.”
“Tonight little amber, you and I will have a little private ceremony to finalize your submission. But for now, it is time for pony training. Laura, you might find this interesting.” With that, Charles led his new slave over to the tack room where he got out a halter and long reins, plus a long whip. Laura followed along mutely. Something about this made her very uncomfortable. Seeing a fellow human first voluntarily submitting to slavery and now, to being trained as a beast of burden. But on a professional level, she found this fascinating. It is not often a researcher gets this level of access to the world of BDSM.