New Girl in Podash

Part 7

They entered a large room where many small tables were set up, with people seated sporadically, while others stood. On the surface Angie thought it looked like a night club because of the small stage at the front. There was a bar, and soft music playing. After they were escorted to a table near the front, a waitress came to their table.

“What may I bring you, Master William?”

Angie turned hearing the woman speak. What she saw surprised her. A young woman, slender, small breasted, was standing beside William. She was shocked by her appearance. The young girl was wearing a leather corset, but it left her breasts bare. Long black boots and gloves accented by silver toned accoutrements to make them resemble horse’s hooves, complete with horse shoes. Her hair was pulled back into a pony tail, and held in place by a band with two black up tilted ears. When she turned, Angie gasped when she saw the girl had a tail, and it was attached to her—

“Yes, darling, that’s a butt plug. Oh good, we’re just in time for the show.” William directed her attention towards the stage.

A tall, slender man walked onto the stage. “Good evening, Masters and Mistresses. Tonight we have a special event. Master Thomas is inducting a new pony.”

Angie looked around as people applauded lightly accompanied by an excited buzz of conversation. Looking at the stage, a tall, dark haired man dressed in leather vest and trousers, walked onstage leading a woman tethered to a leather leash. She was naked, and two big strong men, both wearing only leather breeches and boots, but their faces covered with a mask, walked beside her.

Soon the stage was being filled with a table, surgical stands with supplies on each. MasterThomas handed the leash over to one of the men, and then he stepped down and sat at the front most table. The girl went wild then, straining to break free. The two men held her too tightly though for any escape.

The Master of Ceremonies began speaking once more. “Tonight Lydia leaves her old life behind and becomes her Master’s pony girl, hence forth to be known as Raven.” He chuckled softly. “No doubt named for her illustrious hairy muff.”

Angie blushed as the crowd all laughed. The girl cowered, straining even harder against the two who held her. It was impossible to not notice the girl’s incredibly hirsute pubic hair. It was so thick she could get by going naked and still have her pussy flesh covered. She also had very long black hair on her head.

The Master of Ceremonies interrupted the laughter again. “First we will do away the excess bush.” He clapped his hands.

The girl was placed on the table and strapped completely flat, spread-eagled. Clippers were brought out and quickly shaved her belly, mound and pussy lips. The short curly hairs were brushed off the table. The two slave girls applied shaving crème and quickly shaved her smooth with pink disposable razors.

“Master Thomas will have her permanently denuded at a later date, of course. Also, at his stable, the rest of her body will be waxed and then electrolysis will follow to make her limbs smooth as well. Now, her arms are affixed in their leather gloves to hold them behind her. For tonight she’d be fitted with temporary boots,” he paused as black leather boots, the end of which resembled pony hooves, were slipped onto each of her legs.

The table was removed after the girl received her boots. A chair was pushed on stage a moment later. Angie got a bad feeling in her stomach as she recognized the chair as coming from a hair salon, or more likely a barber shop. Then she remembered the waitress and her “tail.”

Her gaze shot to the stage again. Surely they wouldn't cut her hair just to make her a tail? Had this woman consented to this?

As if he read her mind, William whispered in her ear. “Everything here is done with complete consent, Angela. A contract that spells every single thing done in advance is signed by both consenting parties.”

Angie nodded slowly, unable to look away from the stage.

“Raven is now fitted with her riding leathers,” the Master of Ceremonies informed the crowd.

A leather corset was fitted around her midriff. She noticed it had two small platforms, and after it was cinched closed, one of the slave girls stepped forward and adjusted each of Raven’s breast on its shelf until it was plumped and displayed to its maximum size and potential. Each slave grabbed a nipple and began squeezing and pulling to elongate them.

“Her permanent piercing will be done next week at her branding ceremony, which we will hold here. For now, she will be given clips to keep her distended.”

Once the clips were in place the girl was put into the chair and restrained by her arms and legs as well as around her chest and waist. The bit in her mouth was released from behind her head.

A new man came out. He was big, brawny, and hairy. He also wore leather breeches, and his entire upper torso was naked, except the natural hair sweater he wore all the time. His upper face was concealed, but none of that interrupted him from dragging Raven’s hair back into a very high on her crown pony tail. The girl shook her head and Angie wondered if she had really known this kind of haircut was part of the deal. She touched her smooth scalp, shivering.

The barber combed through the tail several more times. “Do you desire your pony to have a tail, Master Thomas?” he finally asked.

As Angie heard the man say “yes” William pulled her from her chair onto his lap. He arranged her so she straddled his lap. A moment later she felt his hard cock pushing in between the crotchless opening on her girdle. She was so wet that he popped the thick headed rod in with minimal pressure.

“Uhg,” she grunted as she felt her body being stuffed with his impressive length and girth. Her eyes though were glued on the stage.

The barber picked up a pair of very long, really shiny shears. Cutting without mercy, or pause, he sliced through the thick black tail almost effortless.

Angie could feel every cut he made. Or maybe it was just the blade motion was timed to the thrusts of William’s cock inside her. She braced her hands on the table’s edge. Looking around the room, she noticed for the first time that many of the couples were also engaged in different stages of lovemaking.

The pony girl’s hair was falling down around her tear-stained face. Angie saw the front edges fell onto her cheeks, about as long as her ears. But since the tail was placed so high, the hair at her crown was around an inch long. Who knew what kind of haircut could be salvaged from this?

She had little time to wonder because the barber picked up the wing of hair hanging down the right side of her face. Putting the shears close to her face he sliced it off diagonally so the shortest hair was now at her temple. He repeated the process on the other side. Watching intently she saw the hair passed to someone who carried it all offstage.

A moment later William’s hands covered each breast, squeezing rhythmically to match the thrusting inside her. His mouth nuzzled the side of her head, kissing the smooth skin until he reached her ear. “Do you know what comes next?”

Angie shook her head, unable to croak the word no out of her mouth.

“The Master Barber is going use the clippers soon. He is going to give her what every pretty pony has—a lovely mane.”

Angie stiffened in surprise. A mane! That meant they would—

“Oh God!” she whispered, pressing her hand to her mouth as her orgasm came out of nowhere. Over and over she contracted around William’s cock while his hands held her breasts.

The barber put the one inch guide on the clippers and placing it at her right temple, Raven’s new mane started to take shape. Each swipe took her hair shorter until it was a mere one inch long all over. It didn’t stand up though, so he shortened the guide and took it all down to three-quarters of an inch. Once he was satisfied the center section would stand up, he began shortening the sides. For now he blended the sides from stubble to blend in at the center ridge. The Master of Ceremonies announced it would no doubt at some later point be shaved smooth on the sides to give the truly traditional mane look.

Angie climaxed twice while the clippers gobbled up the pony’s hair. She was embarrassed at coming in such a public place and at another woman’s humiliating haircut. In a way it had been like she was re-living her embarrassing haircut

Exhausted she fell back against William. Inside her she was aware of him still thrusting upwards. Her body was experiencing tiny shivers around his cock when he tightened his hold on her breasts and groaned in her ear.

“Here it comes! Let’s make a baby.”

His words shocked her from her reverie. Suddenly the stage faded away, as did the surroundings of the club and other patrons.

Baby!

That was right. Breeding. She had read that in the contract and considered it a joke. Who would do that kind of thing these days? But that is precisely what was happening, and she had agreed to it. Through her stupidity, but she had still agreed by signing the contract.

“God, you feel so good, darling.” William lightly massaged her breasts. “I can hardly wait until your pretty nips heal enough for me to start sucking them. As they heal, we’ll work you up to a larger size hoop. You should be healed well enough to take the hoops out for feeding.”

Feeding?

The thought of nursing a baby…William’s child—

Her body convulsed again. The contractions were not as hard as her earlier climax, but there was no mistaking what was happening. Her hips jerked and her cunt muscles squeezed his cock. She closed her eyes knowing full well that this would only pull the seed further up into her womb, danger zone. It was especially likely since he had her so tightly plugged at the moment.

William’s hands had relaxed her breasts when the orgasm hit. Her boobs bounced and jiggled in his loose grasp as her body flopped out of control. He was sure he could feel her pussy sucking his cum high into her body. The shots she’d been given, plus frequent plowing her belly should ensure a quick planting. He was anxious to put a baby in her belly. Only when he saw her burgeoning stomach, ripe with his seed, the fruit of his loins, would he relax a little. He knew she was not the kind of woman to walk away from a child that was hers. Pulling her close, he whispered to her, “I look forward to helping you nurse. At night, I’ll bring the baby to you and place him at your side. I’ll arrange you so all I need to do is slip your nipple into his mouth. I’ll burp and then rearrange you both so he can nurse your other milk-filled tit.”

He squeezed one, then the other as he talked. “Once he’s asleep again, I’ll come back to bed and check you for left over. I know it’s important to drain the tits each time so they can keep providing a full milk supply.”

His words aroused her and she lay back against him, enjoying his touch.

On the stage she slowly focused in on the pony girl. She had been released from the chair. Her black hair was a perfect one inch Mohawk down the center of her head, about three inches wide. At the nape of her neck it was longer. The bridle was in place again and the girl shook her head. Her hair, standing straight up, moved just like a real mane. The girl bent over abruptly, her hands tied to her ankles.

One of the slave girls brought out the long black tail. One of the strong men displayed its length to everyone, and then, with no preamble, he started working it into Raven’s anus. The other man supported her while it was pushed and wiggled until it was completely seated. When her ankles and wrists were released and she straightened, her new “tail” fell from her butt cheeks to her knees. It was beautiful.

“She’ll be the envy of many of the ponies. Not all ponies can have such a beautiful head of hair to form their own tale. It’s quite prized to have a pony whose collar and cuffs match.”

It took a few seconds for his words to sink in. she flushed brightly. “Uhm, should I sit back down?”

William grinned. His hands moved to rest just below her breasts. “Not on my count, my sweet.”

Angie knew that her dress covered up what they were doing, and luckily it seemed that everyone else was more interested in the stage and their own table. She took a deep breath.

Raven was led off stage a few minutes later to the audience spurts of applause.

The Master of Ceremonies took the microphone again. “Let’s welcome back one of our founding members, everyone.” He gestured for the spotlight to follow his hand. “Master William.”

Angie froze as the spotlight fell on their table. William’s hands were on her breasts. In response to the introduction, William lifted one hand and waved it a few times. He returned his hand to her tit.

“Obviously our good friend William has something important on his mind.” The Master of Ceremonies laughed, along with the crowd. “Looks like he has two things on his mind. Who can blame him with such a lovely companion?”

Angie felt her face flush hotly. It was one thing to sit there with William’s hands on her so blatantly when she thought no one was paying attention. But now, with people looking their way, talking about them, she felt humiliated. Not just for her position, but also for her silly haircut.

Knowing people were looking at them, talking…Angie couldn't help it but she got aroused again. She wiggled on William’s lap. The itch was growing and she flexed her hips, getting the pressure from his cock against her flesh. She flexed and shifted around, not really thinking about William, focused on her own satiation.

His hands gripped her hips. “Did something turn you on, little one? All of sudden you are going crazy. Are you ready to ride the Maypole again?”

Angie found it hard to reply, even to his humor. “Yes,” she mumbled the words. “I need to come. Please!”

“Maybe we should go home?”

“Can’t we…uhm, since we are here?”

William chuckled. Was she really asking him to fuck her in public? Things were progressing faster than he’d anticipated. “I guess we could. But it is going to be harder for me to get aroused this time. How are you going to get me hard?”

He knew she was startled. She didn’t move for several long moments. He knew she wouldn't want to slide off him yet. He waited.

Soon he felt Angie begin to wiggle around. She was stimulating him, but he didn’t think this was what her goal was. He didn’t have long to wait. She leaned forward, and rose up on her tip toes. To his never ending surprise, Angie drew one leg up and beneath the cover of her skirt, she managed to pivot on his cock. He didn’t slip out of her tight box the whole time. When she finally faced him, he could see that she was inordinately pleased with her accomplishment. He was impressed too, but that didn’t mean he was willing to cede her the upper hand.

“What else?” he asked.

Angie stared at him. Surely he had to know how difficult what she’d just done was. Not once had she let him slip from her grasp, nor had she flashed her body at anyone. He didn’t leave her too long in doubt as to what he thought would work.

“Lower your dress. Let me see how pretty your tits look tonight.”

Angie couldn't turn away from his gaze. She wanted to deny him. Her brain told her to say “no”. It wouldn't be hard to do so. A few seconds later her hands lift and she begins to unfasten the buttons at the front of her dress.

“All the way to the waist should do it.”

Finishing the last button, William did the rest. He pushed her dress back off her shoulders, pulling it straight down until it tightly held her arms at her sides. He leaned back in his chair, looking at her.

“Hello, William.”

Angie felt the jolt of surprise go through William at the other person saying his name. She opened her eyes and saw an attractive blond-haired man standing a few feet away. He was dressed as nicely as William, and a beautiful raven-haired woman stood at his side. Immediately she felt animosity coming from the woman’s dark-eyed gaze.

“Hello Phillip, Celia.”

Angie was sure from the tone in William’s voice that he was not happy at being interrupted. She certainly was not.

“Who is this pretty little pet?” Phillip asked.

“This is my submissive, Angela.” William moved his hands on her arms.

“Now that is interesting, William,” Phillip added, pulling out one of the empty chairs for Celia to sit down. He moved around to the other side of William, taking that seat. “I didn’t know you were even in the market for one.”

Celia leaned over and picked up William’s drink. She sipped without asking, which Angie knew was something a lover did, or a former lover would do unconsciously. Celia spoke, her voice low pitched and husky. “Neither did I, darling. I rather thought you were planning on a different type of arrangement, William.”

“This will suit my family and myself just fine.” He slowly began sliding Angie up and down his cock.

She couldn't resist because her arms were still restrained by the dress.

Celia shrugged. “This way you can get a nanny for the girls. That does make sense.”

Phillip grinned. “You’ve got one hot nanny, my friend.”

The Master of Ceremonies tapped the microphone, drawing everyone’s attention. “Now Masters and Mistresses we have a punishment scheduled next.”

Angie couldn't see but she was very aware of William moving her completely off his manhood. He closed his trousers and then he put her into the chair and moved around the table to sit in the only other empty chair. His gaze told her she was not to move or try to pull her dress back up. He turned to look at the stage so she did the same.

A plump brown haired woman was brought on stage from the audience. She was very nicely dressed and her hair was done in a sleek bun. She did not look happy at being manhandled by the two strongmen who had been onstage earlier. Another man followed a few feet back.

“Submissive Paula has disobeyed Master Frank.” The Master of Ceremonies continued as the woman was held between the two men. “First Master Frank is going to administer her chastisement.” He handed Frank the scissors he held from the earlier haircutting.

Frank walked over to Paula. He proceeded to cut and rip the expensive dress off her plump body. He did the same with her bra and panties leaving her clad only in a black garter belt and nude colored nylons.

Paula was crying, her mascara smearing on her face.

Frank stepped over to one of the tables along the side of the stage. He returned with a ball gag. When she refused to open her mouth, he pinched her nostrils closed until she had to breathe. Once it was in, he motioned for the two men to bend her over a padded saw bench. Accepting a switch from the Master of Ceremonies, he proceeded to administer ten swipes. Her bottom and upper thighs were lightly striped with pale pink lines.

“Now for her punishment,” the Master of Ceremonies added, chuckling.

Paula was put into the barber chair.

Angie gasped. She couldn't help it. Surely they weren’t going to cut her hair.

William met her gaze and he smiled slowly.

Almost too quickly the woman’s hair was released from the bun and the barber came out once more.

Master Ellis, the Master of Ceremonies, asked the audience. “Frank is leaving it up to you to decide what kind of haircut she should receive as her punishment. What do you think?”

“Bald!”

“Mohawk!”

“Crew cut!”

“Flat top!”

“Betty Lou Special!”

The audience shouted suggestions, laughing.

“Poodle cut and then have her get it permed at BettyLou’s on Monday.”

Frank pointed outwards and Angie realized that suggestion had come from William. Suddenly she wondered if that is what he really wanted to do to her hair.

“That’s it! Poodle cut, Master Barber,” Frank told him a moment later.

MasterBarber was already pull her hair into a high pony tail. Quickly he cut it off with the shears. “Short back and sides, whitewalls and two inch topper?” he asked.

Angie wondered what kind of foreign language he was talking.

“Sounds perfect,” Frank nodded.

Paula was sobbing in the chair, restrained. Her soft brown hair hung around her ears and cheeks. She shook her head. Unable to speak she stared at her Master, pleading with her eyes.

Frank shook his head. “I warned you two times. The third time you get no more pity or chances. You’ll think twice before you flirt again. You won’t look so pretty in an old lady poodle cut!” he turned and walked away to the end of the stage. Perching on one of the tables, he watched without another word to save her.

The clippers roared to life and plunged into the hair at her temples. The barber stopped and sectioned off her hair so everything three inches of her ears was clipped out of the way. After that he zipped all over the remaining hair until just one quarter inch was left. He next used a one eighth razor until he down about one inch from the bottom. Next he used one sixteen attachment and that took the last one inch flat to the skin. He applied shaving crème and shaved her bald one inch around her ears and down the sides to the nape.

Letting the long hair back down he used a flat top comb and cut it off at two inches. When he was done it looked too messy so he took another half inch off. He applied a heavy styling product until the hair all stood straight up. “There you go! A mile high flat top for tonight.”

The crowd laughed and clapped.

Paula cried as she was released from her ties. Her hands moved up to feel the sides of her head, finally touching the stiff straight two inch quaff at the top of her head. The tears only came harder until Frank used the switch once more against the side of her leg.

“Go and kneel down at my table,” Frank told her, gesturing with the switch.

Celia laughed. “That was delightful.”

Angie wanted to say that she disagreed, but kept her mouth shut. She didn’t want to make trouble, nor did she feel like arguing. Also she felt at a distinct disadvantage sitting here half-naked. Turning her head she found William was gazing at her. Right then she wished they were home, just the two of them.

“I’d be happy to chastise your new sub, William. I’m sure I could teach her a thing or two that would be to her benefit.” Celia reached over and put her hand on William’s thigh.

Phillip grinned. “I don’t imagine you are ready to let the club sample her yet, are you?”

Angie was sure William would deny them both. Suddenly she jumped as she felt Phillip cup the breast nearest him.

“She is delectable, William. This tit feels fantastic. It’s heavy, a real bouncer I bet. What about the nipples?” his fingers squeezed her nipple hard.

“Ow!” Angie cried out, unable to keep her mouth closed at the unexpected pain. She jerked away from him, which only happened because she caught him unawares.

Immediately from the other side, Celia reached out and slapped her other breast hard. “I insist that you let me discipline her now, William, even though it is Phillip’s right.”

Angie looked at William, confused. Right? What is this? She didn’t agree to anyone else—

William stood and came around the table. He pulled Angie’s dress up, dragging the edges together until they overlapped. “That isn’t necessary, Celia. Phillip, Angela just had her nipples pierced and they aren’t supposed to be touched for several days. I’m sure you understand.”

Phillip bowed his head slightly. “Of course, William.”

“Well, we need to be going,” William said quickly, turning and pushing Angie in front of him. “Everyone has an early day tomorrow. Good night.”

He didn’t delay another second. He steered them out of there very quickly, only briskly acknowledging any greetings he received along the way.

They were alone a few minutes in the back of limousine before William spoke. “I apologize, Angela. Does it hurt very much?” He turned sideways, putting his arm along the seat behind her.

“Mostly it was shock. I knew I should keep quiet, but I didn’t like him touching me.”

William smiled. “In most D/s relationships it is common for the Master to share his submissive or slave, if he so chooses. It is a sign of her love for her Master, and her acceptance of his control, if she concedes her power to him.”

“I see, I guess.” She shrugged, not completely sure she understood any of this lifestyle. She wasn’t a complete novice. She’d heard of such things, but she’d never before seen it up close. And now it looked as if she was in one, of sorts.

William pulled her close, just holding her until they were home. Inside he kissed her blonde cap of hair. “Go on up and get ready for bed. I’ll be up shortly. I have a few business matters I need to see to first.”

Angela nodded and went up the stairs to her room.

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