Chapter 15: by Jill Smith

One of the interesting things about the way of life that I had chosen was the distance between the highs and the lows. I'll call the lows the times when I was suffering the most pain or the most humiliation and the highs were the times when I was experiencing the intense feeling provided by the rush of a phenomenal orgasm. Don't think that the use of the words high and low mean good and bad. There's something in my addled brain that derives deep satisfaction from pain and humiliation. So some of the lows were some of the best. Make sense? Didn't think so.

So where was I? Oh, yeah. The distance. On Mother's Day I experienced one of my all time lows. My tongue was attached to my daughter's big toe for twenty-four hours. My body was covered with welts where she constantly snapped her whip into my naked skin. My knees were sore and bloody from crawling on dirt, gravel and stones. My entire head had been buried in mud over a foot deep and my body was covered in the stuff. The sun had baked the mud and I smelled of it. Reeked of it. I had achieved a greater level of pain and humiliation than I thought possible. And, God help me, I found it good. And, somehow, it had ratcheted my arousal to an unbelievable height. As I lay at Megan's feet after dinner with her toe in my mouth all I could think of was sex. And then we were released. And then a bath. And then sex. And more sex. Sex with Todd. Sex with Megan. Sex with Shelly. Maybe not an all-time high but close to it. The distance between the low and the high was definitely the greatest I had ever traveled. And it was that distance that made the whole experience one of the most gratifying ever.

I've way over analyzed the whole event. I've learned that it's much more satisfying to accept life, its lows and highs and everything in between and enjoy the moment and to not over-analyze. Go with the flow. So that's the last you'll hear of my philosophy about SPH and orgasms.

Following our sexual marathon the four of us slept like the dead. The following morning I opened my eyes to daylight and felt Megan sucking on my big toe.

"What are you doing, Meg?" I asked.

"Just wondering what it was like," she replied.

Her lips and tongue worked their way up my leg, lingered between my thighs, and planted themselves hard against the magic spot. It felt so good. Then the little vixen announced that she had to go pee and crawled out of the tent.

"You'll pay for that." I called after her.

"We're all going to pay," said Shelly. "Today's race day. Or did you forget?"

"Oh yeah. Day at the races. Think we're the ponies, Shelly?"

"Bet on it," she answered, and crawled out after Megan.

Todd and I followed. We were still in SPH so we remained on our hands and knees as we crawled to the latrines to do our business and then to the wash shack to wash and brush. The four of us were the last up. Everybody else was sitting around the campsite drinking coffee and bitching about how late it was.

"We're hungry," whined Eric. "It's about time you guy's got up. You don't expect us to get our own breakfast, do you?"

The four of us apologized and got to work crawling around and preparing bacon and eggs on the camp stove. We served our four masters on our knees. Eric wasn't in SPH but he was naked. The other three were wearing loose shorts only. Beth was topless. Casual dress at the campsite.

After feeding our masters we asked for permission to eat. David replied.

"First get your dildoes out of the car and put them in. Your bowls and some dry dog food is in the back of the SUV. For breakfast you can have as much dog food as you want but be sure to mix in at least one raw egg. Either orange juice or water is okay in your drinking bowls."

"You have a dildo in the SUV, too, Jill. I brought one for you," added Steve. "There are bowls in there for you, too."

"Thank you, Master Steve," she said and we crawled off to get our dildoes and feeding bowls.

Retrieving those we returned to the campsite and inserted the dildoes in each other. Then we prepared our own breakfast and ate with our bowls on the ground and our fannies sticking in the air while our masters made lewd comments about our bottoms. Each one was decorated with a colored ball that was attached to the end of our dildoes. I'm sure we looked pretty comical.

After breakfast we cleaned up and then it was Beth's turn to order us.

"Remember those sulkies we saw in the barn?"

Remember them! How could we forget them? "Yes, Mistress Beth."

"Could you guys bring them here please?" she ordered.

We crawled to the barn and on our knees and pulled the sulkies out. Jill and I were pretty sure that we were going to be the ponies so we figured that we might as well get used to it and got between the poles. It was difficult pulling the sulkies on our hands and knees. Beth must have noticed this and she called out to us with a suggestion.

"Put the cross bar in your teeth."

That worked. Not very comfortable, but it worked.

When we returned to the campsite we parked the sulkies and relaxed on the ground. The rest sat in camp chairs.

"So here's the deal," said David. "We're going to have a pony race after lunch. As you've already guessed, Shelly and Jill are going to be the ponies. Megan will drive Jill and Todd will drive Shelly. We've got some reins and things for the ponies to wear but we'll work that out when the race is ready to start. The winners get off SPH but for the life of us we can't think of a good punishment for the losers. Any suggestions?"

"How 'bout whipping, caning and paddling," suggested Eric. "That always seems to makes a good impression."

"Yea, but we've had so much of that," said Steve. "It's losing its impact."

"Well, like the name implies. It's either pain or humiliation. Or both." This from Beth. "Although, I admit, it's going to be tough to find something more humiliating than what mom and Jill suffered yesterday. I can't believe there isn't something, though. As far as pain goes, I'm afraid we're reaching some limits. What do you think, mom?"

"You're right about limits for pain but just because we can't suffer any more than we have doesn't mean that we should stop suffering altogether. Jill and the kids have suffered more than I have. At least they have except from Master Steve." Shelly looked at Steve and smiled as she said this and Steve smiled back. "But humiliation... There's all kinds of humiliation."

Shelly stopped speaking for a moment and was clearly thinking about adding something. Then she made her decision. Quietly, as if she didn't really want us to hear her words, she said, "For example, I would find it extremely humiliating to be spat upon. By my friends and family. And to know that all I can do is to tolerate it and wait for it to happen again."

Shelly looked up at Steve and Beth and kind of half-smiled and we all knew that at least part of our punishment was going to involve expectoration.

Something was said that got Todd's brain fired up because he got a gleeful smile and said, "I know! Remember the trip up here and me and Megan in the trunk? And my piss got all over us? Let's piss on 'em!"

Beth smiled at that and said, "You know, Eric, we're setting a precedent, here, that could come back and haunt you."

Eric's smile disappeared as he thought about that and then his face brightened again and he said, "Oh well. I say piss on 'em!"

David laughed and said, "Come back in spades, Eric."

Eric shrugged. "If it's to be SPH, SPH it shall be."

I noticed that his penis was becoming engorged. I wondered if it was caused by visions of being the pissee or the pisser. Both, probably, knowing Eric.

"Okay, then," said David. After lunch we'll have a pony race and the winners get off SPH and the losers will get a healthy dose of saliva and urine.

The four of us, Shelly, Megan, Todd and I, naked and impaled, looked at each other and wondered which of us was going to get the offending shower. What if it was Megan and me? Would I consider myself the winner or the loser? Such was life in SPH.

After the punishment was decided what was left of the morning proceeded slowly. The four of us in SPH were ordered to do some chores which included getting a tote bag that was full of what David called our tackle. Jill and I couldn't see what was in the bag and apparently we weren't going to until it was time for the race.

Beth read a book and David, Steve and Todd talked about sports and god knows what else. We race participants talked about what the race might be like and about some of the things we did the previous night. We did not talk about saliva or urine.

Lunch was like breakfast. We did the work, served our masters and ate from our bowls. After cleaning up David got the tote bag and said, "Let's get started."

First order of business was our dildoes. From the tote bag came two new ones with tails attached. The tails were a good three feet long and looked like what you might see on the back end of a small horse or pony. They were fastened to the dildo in such a way so that when the dildo was inserted in our holes the tail arched up out of our cracks. Megan and Todd replaced our old dildoes with the new ones as we stood and bent double while reaching behind us to spread our cheeks.

Next order of business was our hair. For the entire camping trip we wore our hair in ponytails to keep it out of our faces when we crawled, when our tongues were attached to toes, when we buried our faces in mud and when we ate. You'd think a ponytail would be perfect for us ponies but no. Braids were required. Our hair was pulled tightly back and braided. Shelly had a little more hair than I did so her braid was a little bit longer. The braids were decorated with ribbons. To complete our equine decorations our jewelry was replaced with new pieces that had bells attached. Bells hung from our nipples and labia. Every movement was accompanied with a musical jingle.

Shelly and I were then ordered to stand between the sulky poles holding the cross bar at waist level. A leather belt that was about an inch and a half wide was fastened around our waists. Rings attached to the belt were hooked around the poles so that the belt now supported the sulky poles. A bit was inserted in our mouths. It was a steel rod that slid through a ring that was screwed to the top of our tongue studs. Each end of the rod was attached to two leather straps and another ring. One set of straps was buckled in the back of our necks below our ears and the other set was connected in the back of our head above our ears. The buckles were fastened and pulled the rod tightly against the corners of our mouths forcing us into a perpetual grimace. Traces were attached to the bit rings and they trailed back to the drivers seat. We were almost ready.

Megan and Todd mounted their seats. They were well balanced and the axle and wheels took the weight. The cross bar that I was holding and the rings on my waist had no downward force. Our children were each given the same whips that they had used the previous day. My mass of welts that had just begun to fade was to be overlaid with a new set.

Megan playfully stroked my thigh with the thongs and said, "Giddyap, Trigger."

The spectators laughed.

David said, "All that's left are the blindfolds. This race is to be a test of driver skill as well as pony strength and stamina. Eric and Beth will blindfold the ponies and then the two teams can practice for a while. No verbal commands are allowed. Encouragement is okay but no instructions. Okay?"

I looked over at Shelly. She threw her head like a pony might do and blew air through her bit. It was perfect. Everyone laughed and cheered. Beth stepped behind me and tied a blindfold over my eyes. It was very effective. There were pads for the eye sockets and she tied it tightly behind my head. My vision was entirely obscured and there was no chance of the blindfold slipping. Megan began my instructions.

"Okay, Trigger. When I shake the reins that means go forward."

She gave them a shake that I felt through the bit in my mouth. I began to walk forward taking the weight of the sulky with bar against my tummy just above the leather belt. I grabbed the bar with both hands. As we began moving my bells jingled adding a merry sound to our progress.

"When I strike you with the whip that means faster."

The thongs snaked over my right shoulder and bit into my breast adding an extra jingle to the bell attached to that nipple. I began to trot. The weight of the sulky and Megan pulled the bar hard against my tummy. It was going to be a long hard race.

"When I pullback on the reins that means slow down."

She pulled the reins and the bit pulled back against the corners of my mouth stretching my lips over my teeth. It hurt. I slowed to a walk.

"If I pull even harder it means stop."

Megan jerked on the reins pulling my head back and thrusting my chin up toward the sky. I stopped. I began to have some empathy for all of those horses I rode in the past. Megan gave the reins a shake and I began to walk. To my right I could hear Shelly jingling and Todd giving her instructions also.

"Left rein and you turn left. Keep turning until I give you slack."

The bit pulled to the left and I made the turn and continued until I felt the slack against my mouth.

"Good," she said and pulled on the right rein.

I followed the command and we practiced in that manner for a time until I heard David call out, "Post time! Both teams over here for the start."

My tummy was nervous. I wanted to do well. Hell! I wanted to win! And it wasn't because of SPH or piss or spit but just because I wanted to win. I knew that David would plan a grueling race and that Megan's whip was going to be merciless but most of all I wanted to win. I was in good shape but so was Shelly. And she was younger by a couple years. I considered that Todd and Megan were about the same weight. Hopefully Todd had a couple pounds on Megan and that'd give me an edge.

Megan drove me to what I guessed was the starting line. I had lost all sense of direction. I guessed we were at the campsite but had no idea in which direction we were pointed.

David said, "The drivers can see where we marked the course. It's once around. When I say go, the race begins. Good luck to both teams. On your mark. Get set. GO!"

I started with a trot. I did not know how long the course was and was depending on Megan to pace me and hoped I'd have something for the finish. The whip bit into my back, but gently. I trotted a little faster. Megan must have approved of the pace because there was no further encouragement. The reins pulled left and I turned left. They pulled right and I turned right. My bells jingled and I could hear Shelly's jingling, sometimes to my left, sometimes a little behind and sometimes a little ahead. As I trotted I could feel my tail tickling the back of my knees. Even during the race it was a sensual feeling. God, I thought to myself. Even now I'm thinking about sex. I'm hopeless.

I was beginning to tire. I could jog at this pace for an hour but the cart plus Megan was beginning to tire me. The whip bit into my back and I began to run. The jingling beside me kept pace. The stones and pebbles and sticks beneath my bare feet hurt but didn't slow me down. Without warning the dirt turned to mud. I slipped and went to one knee. My hands released the crossbar and splayed out in front of me, splashing into the mud. I struggled to my feet and could hear Shelly pull ahead.