Prance Bitch 3 by bamaboi2serve@charter.net with permission from MDS
The next morning I was awoken again by two sets of hands lifting me upward for the barrel to be pushed under my stomach, stretching my arms and legs out again. This was to become a familiar patter in my training, though it wasn't always Master Daddy Sir who disciplined me in my stall. This time i had been tied on my back, so my head was forced back over the barrel, my mouth in classic tied sucking mode.
Another event occurred that morning that also became part of my schedule. One of the slave bitches would hold a clear carafe under my cock until I emptied my bladder. The carafe was then put on a stool near my head, and i figured out quickly what was to happen to it.
All of my piss would be recycled into me a second time.
This morning, Master Daddy Sir was there, but this time he left my mouth empty..no bit, no bridle, an although he was smoking, no ashes onto my tongue. I found myself missing even that abuse!
"Sleep well, bitch? He asked, but continued talking without waiting for-or really expecting-an answer. He pulled up his stool to position himself at my head, though my from vantage point he was upside down.
"Today we're going to start making you into the prancing bitch I think you are. I like to experiment on various methods to encourage my stock, and I suspect for you, that means lots of cocksucking", he stated as a fact,
Without a pause, he unzipped his black leather pants, stood, and stuffed his semi-hard tool into my mouth, bypassing my throat and lodging himself deep into me as I struggled for air.
Now i knew why he had not ashed my mouth.
MDS placed his hands on either side of my head, preventing me from moving even a half inch away from his spear..then he pulled back for just a second, giving me a chance to gasp in some air before he plugged my hole again. This time he pressed his entire body against my face, pushing me back against the barrel so forcefully there was no way for me move at all. I tried to stay calm. Then i felt my big tail plug swiftly enter my ass, with the piss funnel stuck in next to it. Soon i felt my still warm piss reenter me. Without a pause, MDS pulled his cock out of my mouth and poured the rest of the carafe down my throat. I has just barely swallowed it and grabbed a single breath when his hardened cock was back in its place, blocking my throat from receiving any air.
By then i had figured out how to breath through my nose as much as possible, to prepare for the throat assault, and so for a few minutes that's what we did. He shoved into me, held it deep for a count of five, and then pulled almost all the way out before repeating his plunge. After several minutes of that, I could tell he was ready to cum and prepared to accept it into my back throat, but instead, he pulled out and sprayed my face and upper chest with his load. It slowly dripped down around my upside down face, and i knew some was reaching the straw covered floor.
Master Daddy Sir forced his still stiff cock back into his pants, used a single finger to scoop up some of his cum, and put into into my nose, blocking both holes. I resisted breathing in. Now his cum-- his scent!-- was all over me and I was desperate for my own release!
They left me there for a while, and eventually, the cum he had put in my nose made its way back into my nasal sinus cavity, eventually becoming absorbed into me. My own cock slowly deflated and i dozed for a while until two slave bitches entered and took me for a morning clean up, in and out.
But before we left my stall, one of them used his bare foot to point out the place where Master Daddy Sir's cum has spilled off my head. I knelt down and licked it up, getting some dirt and hay along with it, but not complaining. In fact my cock resumed its salute as I proudly cleaned up my Master's spillage.
The two boys in the stall with me were built like Marines, and I later found out that's exactly what they had been...they went AWOL from the French Marines and ended up in a much happier service to MDS. One was short and stocky with a buzz cut and mostly shaved body. He wore a blond tail, a bit and bridle of brightly polished silver and leather. The second boy was totally shaved! From the crown of his head to his toes was barren of hair. He wore a narrow black leather harness with a broad decorated black leather collar and a pink ball gag that was secured by a strap behind his head and a bright silver padlock. He too had a tail, but it was a deep red, matching the places on his cheeks where he had obviously recently been strapped. They were businesslike, treating me like the property i was.
When I finished licking the cum up, they took me to the washing area. The short Marine tied my hands and then pulled them up above me, pushed me around to position me for my hosing out and cleaning while the shaved one used a brush on a long wooden handle to soap me down. They both used a medium pressure hose to rinse me off, and then sent me on my way to a fenced area outside the barn.
Several other slaves were there, and it was clear they were superiors to the marines who had prepped me....for the cleaners went onto their knees and bowed to the others as soon as they came within a few feet.
The Seniors were wearing polished metal harnesses that shone in the sunlight, and they had headpieces that included bright yellow plumes of horsehair that stuck up in the air, making it easy to spot them was a long distance away. They were naked, but wore leather collars around their large shafts, silk like sacks covered their balls, the sacks straining against the big man eggs, They were a truly impressive sight, though i was glancing at them carefully, knowing not to look at them directly.
One of the largest of the Seniors stood over the short stocky Marine and used his booted foot to toss him over on his back. The Marine showed zero resistance, and assumed a dog like position with his mouth wide open. There was a reason for that, as the Senior aimed his leather covered cock and pissed into the mouth below him, splattering his pee over much of the Marine's upper body in the process. When he finished, he snapped his fingers at the other Marine, and he quickly scampered over to lick up the spillage from his fellow's body.
As i watched this, I wondered where i fit in. If these Seniors were using the Marines as simple piss slut slaves, what was i?
As if He was reading my thoughts, the somewhat smaller Senior turned to me, reached down, and roughly pulled my tail out! It hurt fiercely, but i held the pain in and assumed a submissive head-down position.
"And what the fuck are you shitface?" He asked.
I didn't know whether to answer or not, but he wasn't expecting one anyway. He put a rough black chain choke-collar around my neck and started walking away, pulling me with him.
We went a few dozen feet like that, me scampering on my knees, trying to prevent my pony shoes from coming off, till we got inside the fenced area.. He casually took his turn pissing, wetting me down completely. Then he pulled my head upward so my face was looking at his. I instinctively opened my mouth, and he gathered the saliva in his throat and deposited it in me. I remained still, my mouth open, waiting for an order.
He dropped the choke chain to the ground and walked away. Leaving me in the sun, his piss drying on me, his spit slowly making its way down my throat.
He went to a wooden box at the fence and returned with a large leather horse crop.
I glanced up a bit and saw another of the now familiar padded barrels In the middle of the cleared area He grabbed the chain and led me to it. Soon i was stretched out and tied down again, waiting for the lash.
It was the larger of the Seniors who was positioned at my back. A few dozen trainee- looking slaves gathered at the fence to watch what was clearly going to be a training display. And i was the model.
"Welcome home, bitch!" He shouted as he swung with his muscular arms and planted the crop on my upturned cheeks.
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