Cute Girls

Ruby’s Lesson

*Journey into Submission: The Failure*

“Did you complete your task, sweetheart?”

Ruby froze, “I did, sir. But-”

“But?” AJ tilted her chin so he could watch her face and candid gray eyes.

She quivered just a little, took a deep breath and confessed in a rush, “I walked a complete circuit of the mall with the egg..in…in…as directed, Master. But I had it turned to low instead of high.”

His increased tension did not escape her and when he frowned down at her, Ruby”s heart thumped hard in her breast.

In a voice so quiet that it made the hairs on her arms stand up, he said only, “Explain.”

A sick sense of failure welled bitterly in the back of her throat and she shivered as though suddenly cold. “The egg was too loud, Sir, too noticeable. And I did not have permission to cum. When the egg is on high in my…in my pussy, I nearly always cum, M..M…Master.”

By the end of her explanation, as AJ”s frown deepened, Ruby was hiccoughing with anxiety. In all their time together, she had never before seen in him this profound disappointment.

It had seemed such a small transgression. And AJ had heretofore been an indulgent and understanding Master. It had not occurred to her that she would face his displeasure over it.

Her heart hammered heavily behind her ribs: a knell, a portent. Oh god. Oh god, she had “*failed”*. It hurt to breathe. She had failed her Master and the enormity of it took her far past tears to a trembling, quivering mass of apprehension.

She sank to her knees before him and whispered brokenly over and over, “I am sorry.” And then, “Master forgive me. I didn”t think it mattered so-”

“You will not always know my purpose, Ruby.” And his voice was so cold, so displeased, that his words fell in an icy shower over her huddled form. She flinched and shook so hard that her teeth chattered.

“Do you consider then that you need only obey those commands that you think matter?”

“N…no-” she breathed it thickly, anguished.

“Did you think I had forgotten how often you cum when the egg is turned to high?”

“I…” “didn”t think I could cum without permission…thought it the lesser of two bad choices”…Ruby drew a shuddering breath and settled for, “I don”t know, Sir.”

Her throat ached, her lungs ached, her heart ached and in her misery it was physically painful to speak. She was suffused with a bone-deep sense of panic. “*She had failed her Master”*. She would be released. The prospect devastated her.

She gulped air, dragged it audibly into lungs that refused to function properly and whimpered in her pain. “Please, Sir.”

“Please what?” he prompted. Then before she could answer, added, “Look at me when you speak.”

Obediently she lifted her face, shivering. “”Please” forgive me, Sir.” Had she but known it, her blonde hair held more color than her cheeks.

“Oh Ruby-mine-” he sighed.

She blinked, uncomprehending, as AJ abruptly gathered her in his arms and strode to the couch where he sat holding her trembling body. He rocked her gently against his broad chest, pressed her face over his heart and chafed warmth back into her quivering form.

“Sweetheart, I will “*always “*forgive you.”

And there was such warm ardor in his voice that Ruby began to weep uncontrollably. She wept out her sorrow, her self-disappointment, her relief. Throughout the storm of emotion, AJ kept her wrapped in his arms and murmured soothingly into her hair.

A century or so later, when her tears had dried to faint hiccoughs, he tenderly dried her eyes and kissed her forehead.

“Ready to talk?”

Ruby nodded, blowing her nose into the tissue he handed her.

“You were instructed to dress in your blue suit, put the vibrating egg in your pussy, turn it to high and walk one complete circuit of the mall. Tell me why you did not follow my instructions.”

She took a deep shaky breath and plunged ahead, “Even with the egg deep inside me, Sir, I could hear it and thought others could, too. And I knew that if I left it on high that I would cum and I did not have your permission. So I…I turned it down. To low. Oh Master, I am sooo sorry.”

“I know you are, baby. Did you have reservations about this task before you left to carry it out?”

“Yes, Sir.” She admitted forlornly.

He tilted her chin. “This was a test, Ruby. I “expected” you to tell me that the egg would be too loud and if you did not think it was so, then I “expected” you to ask for permission to cum while carrying out this task. Yet you did neither.”

Her eyes widened and she felt her jaw drop. Embarrassed color flooded her wan face. Her Master had given her a task that he “never” expected her to carry out! Her Master had tested her willingness to point out her own reservations. And she had failed. In her own arrogance and pride, she had seen fit to alter his directions rather than speak up and in so doing she had failed him utterly.

It had never occurred to her that he would test her this way. In a rush, Ruby realized that in failing to comply with his instructions, in failing to divulge her reservations, she had been guilty of topping from the bottom. She had threatened the trust between them – AJ”s trust that she would follow his commands implicitly. And she had no real excuse. AJ always listened to her and sometimes even changed his directions. No, her folly had been in believing that she knew her Master”s goal and therefore thinking that there would be no harm in altering her compliance as long as that goal was met.

She was devastated all over again. Fresh tears welled at the depths of her failure.

“Enough tears, darling girl.” AJ said bracingly, hugging her close. “Have you understood this lesson?”

She nodded, sniffling and wiping at her eyes. “I will carry out your directions exactly as you have delineated them and if I have reservations or questions, I will make them known to you before-hand. To do otherwise,” she added tearfully, “would break your trust in me and would be topping from the bottom.”

He smiled at her with pride. “Exactly. You understand that - even knowing your reservations - my commands may not change?”

“Yes, Sir.” She answered, and then asked with a catch in her voice, “Will you “really “forgive me? Always?”

“”Absolutely.”" He smiled tenderly at her and stroked his thumb across her damp cheek.

Ruby hugged him hard as her heart leapt. “Oh, Master! Though I had to displease you to learn it, this is a wonderful loving gift you have given me! Knowing that you will forgive me my failures is…is-” she started to cry again in her relief.

“It does not mean that I will forgo punishing you however.”

“P..punish me?” her tears dried magically at this even as her pulse sped to a gallop.

“Yes, lover. You did not obey my command, for this you will be punished. You did not tell me what was in your heart when you were given this command, for this you will be punished.

“The truth is, lover, it delights me to give you pleasure and the thought of you cumming - perhaps even moaning softly – while touring the mall in your prim teacher”s clothes gave me a huge erotic charge. Your actions denied us both. For this you will be punished.”

She stared intently into his beloved face, took a couple of deep breaths and tilted her trembling chin.

“I understand, Sir. I am proud to be yours.”

“I love you, my jewel.”

She caught her breath on a low moan as an orgasm rolled over her in a cresting wave of exquisite release. AJ had confirmed for her weeks ago that “jewel” when spoken by him did indeed trigger her climax although he had long since removed the hypnotic post-suggestion that originally accompanied the word. She had been conditioned to the trigger long enough that it worked without hypnosis.

AJ held her close and murmured; “You please me well, darling Ruby.”

*Journey Into Submission: The Punishment*

That evening, Ruby presented herself to AJ wearing only her basic attire: her collar engraved with Celtic knots and adorned with two rubies, 3-tiered nipple chain hooked through nipple rings, black lace silk stockings and tiny garter belt. She wore her hair loose about her shoulders and went shoeless at his orders.

“I am ready, Sir.”

She trembled a little before him, unable to look away from the leather crop lying upon the table. Next to it was something floating in a bowl of water. Ginger, she thought, with a sniff. Gingerroot that had been peeled and shaped…shaped like…Ruby swallowed hard.

“Come here, baby.” He patted his lap and smiled warmly.

With a sigh of relief, she sat in his lap and curled into him. AJ put one arm around her shoulders and cupped her hip with his other hand. His breath stirred the hair at her temple. She licked and kissed his neck; quick flicking licks and sucking kisses.

“Did you see what”s in the bowl, baby?”

“Ginger, Sir?”

“Correct. What shape would you say it is?”

She shivered, “It is shaped like a small ass plug.”

“Yes.” He rewarded her with a claiming kiss and Ruby melted into him with a murmur of joy. He stroked his tongue along hers, nibbled on her full lower lip, sank his heated claim deep into her moist receptive mouth.

When he at last lifted his head, she gasped for air while he asked, “Have you heard of “figging” Ruby?”

She wrinkled her brow in thought. “An old English custom wasn”t it? Something to do with anal play, ginger, and spanking or c..caning.” She stuttered as she recalled the crop.

“Exactly. I”m impressed, love. You have been doing your homework.”

Her blush spread upwards from the tops of her breasts to her entire face at his praise. It was a ceaseless joy, that mere words from this man could give her such physical pleasure.

“Figging refers to the practice of inserting gingerroot into the ass of one about to be caned. The ginger…heats up and prevents the disobedient one from clenching their ass.”

“Disobedient” echoed over and over in her brain and locked up her throat.

“There will be no damage to you from the ginger. Do you trust me, Ruby?”

“I do, AJ-sir.” And as she spoke this affirmation, she relaxed.

“Good girl.”

He grinned at her and tugged the nipple chain taut; teased and pinched her nipples, drawing his fingernails over the hardened flushed rosebuds. Ruby whimpered at the loss when he detached the chain and dropped it in his pocket. Her nipples ached with need but she understood that this was deliberate and part of her punishment.

“Bend belly down over the arm of the couch, Ruby.”

Ruby shook with a mixture of emotions as she moved to obey; she was mortified, embarrassed, saddened. Pride had led her to this. She thought she could interpret her Master”s commands to suit herself. She had indeed earned this punishment.

AJ stood to the right of her, his hand resting on the naked curve of her luscious bottom as she settled face down on the couch, ass propped high by the couch arm, her toes just touching the floor.

He unhooked her garters and fondled her, his big fingers stroking her ass, exploring the texture of her skin, delving into the heated crack. All of her attention riveted there where he fondled and caressed and invaded.

“Spread your ass for me.”

Heat rolled over Ruby as she complied. Anticipation, fright, shame combined to keep her heart tripping and stumbling in her breast. Remorse that she had brought them both to this kept her flushed with unnaturally bright color and on the verge of tears.

“Good girl,” AJ said quietly and she heard him dip his fingers in the bowl of water. Something wet, cold, and smooth touched her asshole and though she had been expecting it, she flinched nonetheless.

“Bear down.”

As the pressure increased, she bore down and the ginger plug slid easily inside her. It was smaller, cooler than the ass plug AJ usually used. Her anus clamped around the carved indentation and AJ held the plug there a moment, to be certain it was properly positioned.

“Ruby-mine, place your hands palms down on the cushion above your head.”

Ruby obeyed, utterly conscious of the cool firm ginger plug in her ass. Her long blonde hair glowed richly in the soft light and partially obscured the flaming curve of her cheek.

“Will there be a safeword, Ruby?” AJ”s voice was cool, dispassionate.

“No, Sir.” Ruby”s voice was muffled in the curve of her arm. She shivered, “There is no safeword during punishment.”

They had discussed this months ago. Then she had believed she would never find herself in this predicament, in her arrogance and pride she had believed that she would always please AJ.

“You are not to move your hands,” he told her firmly as he cupped her ass. “If you do, you will receive 5 additional strokes.”

“I understand.”

“You are to count each stroke. If you forget, you will be given 5 additional strokes for each miss. You are to thank me for each stroke. You will be given 5 additional strokes each time you forget. Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir.” She quivered.

“Your punishment is 30 strokes of the crop.”

“Master?”

“Yes, Ruby.”

“Thank you for this punishment I am about to receive.” Her breath hitched and her voice was thin, thready yet sincerity shone in her.

“Good girl.” AJ fondled her ass lovingly. “And baby-”

“Yes Sir?”

“With each stroke, you will give up your doubts, shame, and guilt and replace them with…”

“The pain, Master.” She finished for him when he deliberately trailed off. Her voice was thick with tears. Almost as an aside, she noticed that the ginger now glowed warmly in her ass.

“Ruby, I love you.”

AJ brought the crop down sharply on her ass.

Her whole body shuddered with the bite of the crop and she drew a hissing breath at the hot line of pain. It triggered her tears.

“One. Thank you, Sir.”

The crop whistled briefly and she heard the impact almost before she felt the stinging pain.

“Two. Thank you, Sir. “Three. Thank you, Sir. “Four. Thank you, Sir.”

Ruby closed her eyes as the heat built with each stroke. Sometimes AJ paused to stroke his palm over her soft skin. Sometimes he brought the crop down in quick succession. Her body vibrated with each blow, her breath caught in her throat but she kept her palms down as though glued to the cushion and she kept track of the strokes though her eyes blurred with a thick rain of tears. She needed this…expiation, this way to exchange a lasting guilt and shame for transitory pain.

At ten strokes, AJ paused a long moment.

“Ruby.”

A brief hesitation and then a hitched, “Ye-hess Sir?”

“You are doing beautifully. I love the way your ass jiggles with each stroke of the crop and the heat is delicious.” He traced a finger along one red welt and Ruby shivered. “Tell me about the ginger.”

“Burning heat,” she whispered.

He chuckled, removed his hands from her heated ass and resumed. He had placed the first ten strokes evenly over her ass. Now he began to vary both intensity and placement.

“Eleven. Tha-hank you, Sir.”

The next stroke landed precisely over the previous one and the pain of it strangled her voice in her throat.

“T..t..twelve. Thank y-hou, Sir.”

Heat. Burning Heat. When she inadvertently, instinctively tried to clench her buttocks the ginger flared white-hot and she relaxed her muscles with a hiss. Fighting the kiss of the crop resulted in a sharper pain. She forced herself to embrace it.

Ruby imagined that each stroke of the crop, as it lay briefly against her flesh, soaked up her doubts, shame, and guilt, and lifted them away even as her Master lifted the crop for a fresh stroke. Each heated brand became a cathartic agent, welcomed, needed, sought. She relaxed into each blow, letting her breath go in a long slow release.

“Twenty. Thank you, Sir.”

Ruby lay breathing deeply, her body soft and pliant beneath AJ”s hands as he paused again. Her ass hot and red, his palms a cool soothing caress.

“Ruby.” And then sharper, “”Ruby”.”

She drifted on sensation…on the heated sting of her ass, on the glowing heat of the ginger inside her. AJ gave her this pain as an avenue to grace, she thought gratefully. She felt hollowed out, cleansed, remade.

“Sir?”

“Tell me about the ginger.”

“White hot, Sir.” She shifted her hips as she spoke. “May I move, please, Sir?”

“Why?”

The question stumped her. “Because I “need” to move, Sir. The ginger wants me to move.”

He chuckled softly “Stay still, lover. How many strokes are left?”

“Ten, Sir?”

“Correct. I am so proud of you, sweetheart. You may stop counting at 25.”

AJ stroked his palm over her glowing bottom in a loving caress. When he resumed her punishment, it seemed to Ruby that the pain had faded into the background and what the crop delivered now was pure heat. Purifying heat.

“Twenty-one. Thank you, Sir.”

He administered this punishment out of his love for her, she realized dreamily, as the blows flowed one into the other. Her hips lifted slightly with each stroke…an unconscious welcoming gesture. Her voice, while unwavering, held a soft otherworldly quality.

“Twenty-five. Thank you, Sir.”

“Tell me about the ginger, darling girl.”

“White heat,” she whispered, “It makes me want to move. Please sir, let me move.”

“Show me how you want to move.”

Ruby rolled her hips into the couch arm in a languid imitation of sex. AJ let his breath go in an explosive rush that was not -–quite – a triumphant laugh.

“Soon,” he said. “You may move when I fuck you, not before.” He brought the crop down again.

She gave herself completely to the crop, to the heat, to the man who mastered her with skill and thought and love. Ruby slid farther into sub-space and floated there.

She came to herself slowly, a piece at a time: aware first that her cheek rested on nubby-rough carpet. Her wrists were cuffed and she was face down on the padded carpeted bench. Her legs were spread wide and AJ stood between them.

She felt the heat of his legs against her thighs, the hair-roughened caress of them as they stroked against her. On-off, on-off, heat-cool rush of air. There was sound too, she realized…a liquid slide and muffled thump, the sound of flesh on flesh. Her body moved rhythmically. The friction-full stroking of hot cock into her body, into her pussy, gradually matched the sound of it.

Her ass was afire. AJ”s hands curled over her hips tightly, holding her just so, pulling her just so, just so…

“Oh,” she said.

“The heat is delicious, love.” AJ crooned, pressing his groin against the flaming curve of her ass.

An electric jolt surged through her as he buried his cock deeper inside her and her hips lifted in welcome.

“Oh, god.” She said on a long moaning breath.

“I claim you,” he said, fucking her so strongly that her body slid against the rough weave of the carpet until halted by the restraints. “You belong to me.”

“Yours,” she sighed, eyes closed in rapture. “I submit. I submit, always.”

His cock took her in long hard strokes, faster and faster, driving the heat up inside her so that Ruby felt as though she were melting from her pussy outward. AJ, her lover and Master, melded them into one entity. Erasing boundaries, erasing limits he took her over, he took them both to completion.

“Cum now, Ruby.” He said and Ruby came so hard that her pussy locked tight as her body shuddered under wave after wave of bliss. Her cheeks tingled with it.

“God, that”s it.” AJ moaned, pressing his chest to her back. “Oh baby, I love the feel of you when you cum on my cock.”

He bit her on the back of her neck and her body bucked as another sharper wave of pleasure surged through her. He kept fucking her through her climax, his hips slapping against her burning ass, his cock a hot flame.

“Mine,” he said minutes? hours? later and then he thrust deep and came, his moans of pleasure music to her ears.

Deep down Ryan felt confident he made the right decision freeing Brandie. She was so young and innocent. She deserved a second chance to live happily, free. Her life for his, if that’s what it came down to, was well worth it. The mistakes Ryan purposely made he was willing to pay for but Brandie, she didn’t do anything wrong except trust a jerk.

Ryan needed to configure a new plan to explain Brandie’s escape. With Thomas off the hook, he needed to come up with something so the business partners wouldn’t blame him. That would be their first reaction since he was the last person to see her. Avoiding one group of ganisters was enough; Ryan didn’t need to add the business partners. The little information he knew convinced him they were more dangerous than any past dealing in his life. Powerful people you just didn’t mess with.

Interrupting his thoughts, John began speaking. “Bill, you’re needed to stay on here for a while and keep things running. I assume this won’t be a problem?” John asked.

Bill agreed with a nod of his head.

“Ryan, you know and respect Bill. I am positive the two of you will adopt a routine until the new partner arrives here,” John said.

“Actually,” Ryan spoke up, “I am planning on moving on.”

Everyone looked towards Ryan astonished. The room remained quiet with only the cracking of the fire stirring the room for several minutes.

“Oh,” John finally responded, his voice sounded surprised. “I am disappointed to hear that. I thought you were happy here with us. Are you sure you won’t change your mind?”

“No, I’m afraid its time to move on. I do appreciate the kindness of all the partners. Please express to them my gratitude but I feel it is time for me to make a change,” Ryan replied respectfully.

“When do you plan to leave us?” John inquired.

“I will need a few days to make arrangements before leaving, if that’s all right?” Ryan asked politely.

“Sure, there’s no hurry. Any way your services are still required for Brandie, should need a few more days to finalize things there. You’ve done superb work and your replacement won’t be easy to find. If there is anything Bill or I can do to help just ask,” John offered Ryan.

“Thanks I really appreciate that. Now if there isn’t anything else you need, it is way past Brandie’s lunch time so I need to get back.”

“Of course,” John nodded. “Please let Bill and I know your departure date once you’ve made arrangements. You will be missed around here. I’m sure Greta will be heart broken when she learns this news.”

“I’d like to say goodbye to Brandie before I go,” Thomas interrupted changing the conversation away from Ryan’s resignation. “Would that be a problem?” Thomas asked John softly.

“I’m sure Ryan won’t mind if you stop by the barn briefly on your way out, would you?” John asked.

“Not at all,” Ryan agreed thinking maybe his original plan would once again work. Standing up to leave, Ryan shook John and then Bill’s hand before opening and re-closing the door behind him. Taking only a few steps Greta grabbed him by the elbow.

“What’s going on Ryan?” Greta demanded pulling him towards her.

“Just a few changes around here, sweetie, nothing for you to worry about.”

“What changes? Tell me,” Greta begged.

Never being one who liked to gossip Ryan knew Greta wouldn’t let him depart without spilling the beans so he began to briefly explain.

“Bill is going to be staying on to take over running things for a while until the business replaces Gordon . . . not that he will be replaceable,” Ryan added smiling as he patted Greta’s hand then continued. “Thomas will be leaving the castle before nightfall. You might want to assist him packing his belongings making sure he doesn’t take anything that the business partners will be upset over. The young man is not too pleased with the news of not inheriting the castle and its content as he had planned. Make sure he leaves without trouble following behind him,” Ryan stated.

“Leaving? Oh no, poor boy. He has been through so much losing his parents and now his uncle and home. Why isn’t he was taking over? Where will he go?” Greta spoke out loud with worry in her voice. “I know you two don’t get along but he really is a sweet boy and I am so concerned about him. Can’t you do anything to help?” Greta asked.

“It has been years since his parents death so don’t drag that into this. And besides, this is far from his home! I’m sorry,” Ryan apologized softening his tone and taking a long breath and slowly exhaling. “Thomas has been out in the world before, Greta. He will be just fine. He just agreed to move back to the castle, remember? I didn’t see you worry so much before when he was away,” Ryan said.

“Of course not. Gordon was here to make sure Thomas was safe. Now he will truly be alone with no one to look after him. Oh, but wait! Is Brandie leaving with him?” Greta asked.

“No, she is staying put,” Ryan repeated the words John had spoke earlier.

“Really? That’s strange I didn’t think Thomas would leave her behind. He seemed to have a connection with her,” Greta commented.

“Actually, he didn’t have much of a say in the matter,” Ryan informed her. “I think the business partners decided her fate beforehand and left no room for negotiations. Speaking of Brandie, I really do need to get going she is probably starving by now,” Ryan said.

“This place won’t be the same if Thomas leaves,” Greta replied then noticed Ryan’s face change and quickly added. “I’m glad Bill and you will be around to keep things on track.”

Opening his mouth, Ryan thought about informing Greta he was leaving too but changed his mind. Instead smiling he patted her hand. Now wasn’t the time to share the news of his departure. Especially when he didn’t know for sure when he was leaving, where he was going and what his future entailed. If he couldn’t smooth over Brandie’s escape heaven knows where he’d actually end up.

Returning to the barn Ryan was still calculating a plan to cover up Brandie’s disappearance. Thomas was too unpredictable right now to blame this on him. It would be better if it looked like an accident. Something that happened while Brandie was left alone. As he opened the barn door stepping inside he came up with an idea. If the door to the stall locked from the outside, maybe if he loosened the bolts it would look like Brandie was strong enough to break the door down. Lame but sometimes simple is safest. Besides, that was the best plan Ryan could come up with in the short amount of time he had left before Brandie’s escape would be noticed. A faulty door lock couldn’t be blamed on anyone, accidents happen. After rigging the lock, he would go back to the castle exclaiming Brandie escaped. True, now everyone would start looking but Ryan calculated that she should be far enough away to be safe. Most likely the search would start on land before spreading to the water routes giving Brandie more time.

With the tools needed in hand, Ryan walked to the stall door to put his plan into action when he heard a noise.

“Who’s there?” Ryan called out.

Dropping the tools on the floor and removing his pocketknife from his pants pocket, he opened the door. Quickly, Ryan ran inside and pushed the form against the back of the stall as he held the open knife close to the throat of the screaming trespasser.

“No, please stop. It’s me.”

Ryan frowned in disbelief. “Brandie? Why didn’t you leave?” Ryan questioned as he removed the blade from her throat.

Brandie swallowed and then replied. “I did leave. I found the path, the dock and the boat just as you told me. I even started the engine and took off across the water. But then,” Brandie stopped talking and looked downward unsure of how to explain the rest. When she looked back up a moment later, her eyes for the first time unmistakably read Ryan’s emotions. Knowing she made the right choice by coming back, Brandie smiled. Finally she made the right decision by following her heart. Ryan did love her just as much as she loved him. If he denied it with his mouth, his words didn’t matter. Brandie found the truth in his eyes. She always knew there was a soft spot in his heart though he tried to cover it up with meanness.

“I couldn’t leave here and let you take the blame for my escape. What if they hurt you or even killed you? I couldn’t enjoy my freedom knowing harm had come to you because of me. I made the mistake of trusting Thomas and allowing him to lure me here. It was . . . it is. . . my fault and I won’t let you take the blame for something I did. There’s got to be another way. A better way where we both can leave here together,” Brandie said right before her lips found Ryan’s and the two became entangled in a kiss of passion.

Lost in the kiss Ryan held Brandie tightly in his arms enjoying the taste of her lips. Then suddenly Ryan pushed her away.

“Stupid of you to return but it’s too late now,” Ryan shook his head disappointed in her decision. “Ok Girlie, we will deal with it,” Ryan agreed. “I will think of something. In the meantime you have to keep playing the pony girl game. Can you do that?” Ryan asked.

“Yes, as long as you love me. Tell me Ryan. I want to hear you say it,” Brandie begged.

Pausing for a second and then clearing his throat, Ryan spoke softly.

“I love you Brandie,” Ryan murmured into her ear while wrapping his arms around her filthy body.

Brandie smiled repeating his words silently in her head letting her mind catch up with her heart. She was happy to be back at the barn with Ryan.

“I will find a way out of this mess, somehow. We will leave here together, I promise. You’ll have to trust me. Now I have some things to inform you and we don’t have much time so listen up. The reading of the will was this morning and Thomas must leave the property before nightfall.”

“Thomas is leaving? Do I have to go with him?” Brandie asked.

“The business partners refused to allow Thomas to take you with him when he leaves. He is coming to see you one last time to say goodbye. I couldn’t deny him in front of the others without it looking strange. However, at the time I agreed, I didn’t expect you to be here either. I’m not sure but I feel Thomas has something up his sleeve because he gave you up so easily. I think he will try to take you with him somehow. He believes you belong to him no matter what anyone says,” Ryan confessed.

“Don’t leave me alone with Thomas,” Brandie quickly interrupted. “I don’t trust him and you’re right, he’ll be up to something,” Brandie cried frantically. “Thomas has told me I belong to him and no one else. He wouldn’t leave me here. He would rather see me dead first, Brandie admitted. “Thomas is jealous of you. If you stand in his way you are in as much danger as I am,” Brandie warned Ryan.

“I’m not in any danger from that boy,” Ryan argued. “But you certainly are. The best way I can think of to keep you safe is to lock you up, Girlie,” Ryan said with a smile. “And I will hide the only keys so even if Thomas somehow manages by some miracle to be alone with you, he won’t be able to take you away with him. And to frustrate the lad even more, let’s place fake keys all over the barn,” Ryan laughed at his plan.

“I will hide a camera to record his actions so there will be proof to show the partners. I promise to keep you safe, don’t worry,” Ryan assured her. “I doubt Thomas would hurt you unless he is forced to leave you behind. By the time Thomas decides that, he will have wasted so much time trying to free you he will be caught. Let’s get started, Thomas could be here any time,” Ryan said.

Within the hour Ryan stood back satisfied with his task and confident Brandie wouldn’t be leaving. In the middle area of the barn Brandie stood secure with a metal spreader bar cuffed to her ankles locked between her feet keeping her legs wide apart. The middle of the spreader bar was chained to a spike driven deep into the dirt floor. This chain was holding her feet firmly on the floor stopping Brandie from being able to rise up on her toes. Locked around her waist was a thick leather belt with chains extending to the walls on each side. Her wrists were behind her back with handcuffs and attached to the handcuffs was a chain going up to the main beam in the barn far above Brandie’s head. The last item locked on Brandie was the gag in her mouth preventing her speech and accidentally telling Thomas something she shouldn’t say. Ryan did an excellent job at binding Brandie immovable, she never wore so many chains.

Ryan dug a small hole in the dirt floor of the barn and buried all of the keys needed for Brandie’s release. Brandie’s eyes followed Ryan around the barn as he placed fake keys all around in plan sight.

“Finished. Now all we have to do is wait,” Ryan declared calmly.

Brandie tried to speak but the words were incoherent due to the gag in her mouth. Ryan had a pretty good guess at what she was trying to say.

“Yes, waiting is harder for you all chained up but damn if you don’t look the sexy part,” Ryan teased pinching her exposed nipple.

“Muuuurrrrppphhh,” Brandie tried to complain but bound so tightly she couldn’t move or pull away from his fingers.

“Easy now girlie, stop complaining I have to do something to entertain myself while we wait. Besides, you deserve more than a pinch for being bad and masturbating without permission last night.”

The reaction Brandie’s body provided assured Ryan was correct in his accusation.

“And my guess is that you will enjoy this much more than you enjoyed your own fingers,” Ryan boasted confidently as his hand moved downward between Brandie’s wide, spread thighs inserting his index finger inside her warm cunt.

“You are so wet! I knew it,” Ryan teased. “Can’t even wiggle away from me, can you?”

Brandie’s eyes closed as Ryan touched her most sensitive spot rubbing in circles ever so softly. His touch was so caring that Brandie began thrusting her hips as forward as the chains would allow. In a matter of minutes Brandie’s knees felt weak. She wished she were free from the chains and able to lie down and make love to Ryan. Certainly the two of them had intercourse, sexual relations but Brandie wanted to make love to Ryan for the first time, to willingly give herself to the man she realized she loved with all her heart.

A small quiver shook her body causing Brandie’s legs to grow weaker. Ryan dropped to his knees down to the dirt floor between her legs. Both his hands reached around and grabbed the cheeks of Brandie’s ass pulling her an inch closer to his waiting mouth. Sticking out his tongue, Ryan tasted the sweet wetness that he had created between her folds. He inhaled Brandie’s strong fragrance and enjoyed her willing surrender. Ryan couldn’t deny that he enjoyed controlling and breaking the spirit of an unwilling female but his time spent with Brandie had accomplished that objective. He was more curious to experience her obedience willingly. Ryan wanted to offer release in order to please her. This yearning, setting his needs aside, was new to him.

With Brandie’s pleasure in mind, his mouth sucked and nibbled at her eager protruding clit while his fingers caressed and fondled her ass. Licking his index finger, Ryan found Brandie’s dark rear hole and slowly began inserting it. Brandie moaned in her gag and pushed her pussy harder against Ryan’s face. Slowly his finger inched inside her rectum and Brandie held her breath.

Why this sensation was so much stronger than wearing a tail? Sure the tail plug moved inside her as she walked or trotted around, however, it kept her teetering on the edge. Her orgasm was kept out of reach, never sending her falling obtaining her release. With Ryan’s mouth toying with her button and his finger inside her bottom, getting attention from both areas was causing Brandie to grow weaker by the second.

Learning the chains held her body steady, Brandie pulled against them chasing her release with more passion and longing than ever before. Her chest fell and rose with her labored breathing as an animal like sound filled the air, her sweaty body finally released as the strongest orgasm of her young life pulsed clear through to Brandie’s soul. With only the chains supporting her now because Brandie’s knees buckled, Ryan withdrew standing up to watch and admire her after glow.

“You come so beautifully. I’ve never seen you like this before,” Ryan admitted caringly. His words brought Brandie’s eyes open aware of her surroundings again. Instantly her eyes grew wide with shock and surprise. Brandie began to mumble but a voice ascended louder than hers causing Ryan to turn around leaving his back to where Brandie hung.

“Yes I agree, with her legs spread Brandie unquestionably knows how to make a man feel superb. Too bad you didn’t know her as a virgin, so pure and innocent. Taking her young cherry is something I will never forget,” Thomas taunted them both. “Once I educated her and taught her how to orgasm, she drove me crazy with her needs. She couldn’t get enough of my cock,” Thomas laughed boasting. “She begged to be licked all the time, craved orgasms from me,” Thomas said in his cocky tone.

“You didn’t stop in to brag Thomas, you’re here to say goodbye. So say goodbye and be on your way,” Ryan said curtly.

Thomas walked over closer to where Brandie was bound. Looking her over from head to toe, his disapproval of her sweaty body showed in his body language and face expression.

Ryan crossed his arms defensively in front of his chest and stood with his boots firmly on the dirt floor unmoving.

“What’s all this?” Thomas asked pointing to Brandie’s chains. “I was planning on our last ride together. Unchain and get her ready,” Thomas ordered.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that Thomas. It was only agreed for you to say goodbye. No one promised you a last ride together so I must decline your request.”

“Decline my request? Fine! At least let me remove the gag so she can talk. Is that the key over there?” Thomas pointed to the key hanging on the nail.

“I don’t recall you ever wanting her to speak before. In fact isn’t it true Ponygirls can’t talk?” Ryan haunted. “Brandie heard you say your goodbye so be on your way.”

Thomas bit his lip for a few seconds looking at Brandie, Ryan and then again at Brandie before turning away leaving the barn. Rubbing his brow, Ryan was puzzled. He was missing something, what was it?

“Something is definitely wrong here. I think I better follow him and make sure he leaves the property. You’re going to have to hang in there just a little bit longer,” Ryan told Brandie. Unhappy hearing Ryan’s words Brandie’s eyes widened in horror of staying chained longer but bound so tightly she didn’t have a choice. Ryan pinched her nipple playfully then followed the exit route Thomas took a few minutes earlier.

Alone in the barn with nothing else to do Brandie closed her eyes willing her sore muscles to relax. With an empty stomach not eating anything today, in Brandie’s dreams she smelled food. Hearing footsteps approaching her eyes flew open and Brandie spotted Greta approaching her with a plate of food in her hand. She had actually smelled real food.

“Oh my. Now how are you going to eat with that nasty thing in your mouth?” Greta asked.

Paying little attention, assuming the plate of great smelling food was for Ryan, Greta’s words were ignored by Brandie.

“Where’s the key to take that out of your mouth?” Greta asked with a smile walking closer to where Brandie hung.

Finally, Greta’s words sunk in. The good smelling food was for her. Perhaps Ryan sent Greta down to the barn to take care of her until he was able to return. That had to be it, Brandie realized. Ryan and Greta had a friendly relationship and worked well together.

With her belly empty and rumbling Brandie tried the best she could to nod towards the spot of newly unturned dirt. It took a few minutes for Greta to understand that the keys were buried but before long her hands were busy digging. Soon she pulled out all of the keys needed to free Brandie. Standing up, wiping her dirty hands on her apron, Greta ignored the gag in Brandie’s mouth. Surprised but to Brandie’s relief, Greta knelt down at her feet fumbling but soon found the right key to free her ankles from the spreader bar. Brandie was glad to be gaining freedom from the chains that limited her movements. Shortly Brandie stepped away leaving the spreader bar still anchored to the dirt floor. With her legs free, Brandie wiggled her ankles a few times trying to ease the pain from standing in one place for so long.

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