Marquis Plays with His Pet
The next day, Marquis presented Brie with another lesson on objectification in the auditorium. She had no idea what she was walking into when she joined him on the stage. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw the table he had set up for her. On it were four items: a crop; a leather, strappy contraption with a small metal bar; lubricant, and…a butt plug with a long, flowing tail. She knew exactly where he was taking her with this practicum, and it unnerved her.
“Tonight is about what I want, pearl.”
“Yes, Master.”
“And what I want is to attach this lovely bridle to your face, insert this plug deep in your ass and watch you swish that tail for me.” He held up the crop and looked at her lustfully. “Then I will play with my pony using the crop before I fuck her hard.”
Brie’s heart beat a mile a minute. He was asking her to play out the scene she had ended with another Dom. Marquis always insisted on pushing her. Every one of his lessons took her further than she wanted to go. What surprised her was that a part of her wanted to be Marquis’ pony.
“If it pleases you, Master.”
“Undress where you are.”
Brie immediately undid her corset and let it drop to the stage floor. She stepped out of it and removed her heels next, leaving her panties and hose for last. She stood there waiting silently for his next command, her short breaths coming in quick succession.
“Come to your Master and let him ready you for play.”
She walked over to Marquis slowly, drawn to him like a magnet; frightened of the feelings he inspired yet hungry to let them play out.
“On your hands and knees.”
She immediately dropped onto all fours, but her spirit balked at what he was going to do next. She closed her eyes, but he would not allow her that escape.
“Open your eyes, pearl, and watch your Master adorn you.”
Brie turned her head and watched with trepidation as Marquis picked up the lube and coated the plug with it. He looked at her intently and he knelt down beside her. “How do you feel?”
Marquis was not asking her color, so she answered truthfully, “Frightened.”
“That is not acceptable. You are not thinking like a sub. You are allowing your ego to get in the way of what you desire. What is it you desire, pearl?”
She looked into his dark eyes, knowing the answer without a doubt. “To please you.”
“Yes. You know what I want and yet you are resistant.”
“I’m sorry, Master.”
“I do not need an apology. Tell me what you want.”
She answered hesitantly, “I want you to adorn me, Master.”
He shook his head. “That was not convincing.”
Brie closed her eyes and focused on giving in to Marquis Gray’s desire. His pleasure is my pleasure… She imagined his groans of passion and it made her wet to think of it. Taking this plug could either be enticing, or she could choose to make it something negative, which was not his intent. She opened her eyes and looked at him. “I want you to adorn your pony, Master.”
He nodded and coated the outside of her anus with the lubricant before pressing the toy against her tight sphincter. Brie pushed back against it, seeking the invasion of the plug. She groaned as the tip slipped in.
“That’s it,” he coaxed. Marquis continued to press it in farther, sliding the plug in and out so that her muscles could loosen and allow for deeper penetration. She moaned when he made the final push and her ass muscles clamped around the end. “Swing that tail for me, pearl,” he murmured in a low voice.
Brie wiggled her ass playfully and the long tail swished, brushing against her legs.
“Beautiful.” He picked up the bridle next and ordered her to open her mouth. He placed the thin metal bit between her teeth and directed her to turn around so that he could buckle it on. The straps ran over her nose and under her chin, attaching at the back with a long rein that he let fall down in front. She began salivating and realized this was his version of the ball gag. Why does the man have to be so thorough?
Marquis picked up his crop and lightly smacked her on the ass. “Yes, this will do nicely.” He picked up the reins from the floor and ordered her to crawl in a circle around him. He flicked the crop across her buttocks as she made her way around him. She wondered if the image reminded Lea and Mary of a horse in training.
“No, this won’t do,” he complained. “Stand up.”
Brie got onto her feet, very aware of the plug in her ass and the metal bit in her mouth. Strangely, neither was causing her distress.
“Prance for me,” he ordered. Brie automatically put her arms in front of her like a rearing horse and started gracefully prancing in a circle around him. She felt the gentle swish of the tail and wondered what it looked like in motion. He guided her with the reins as he smacked his crop against her ass with greater enthusiasm. “Faster, beauty.”
Brie kept up with his demands for speed, responding to the sting of the crop that warmed her ass. Then he had her change direction and warmed the other side. By the time he asked her to stop, she was panting for breath.
He snapped his fingers and a short wooden table was brought onto the stage. “Onto the table, pearl. I wish to thoroughly examine my pony before I ride her.”
Brie crawled onto the table and took on the stance of a proud mare, with her back arched and head held high—higher than a submissive was allowed. Marquis moved the reins to rest on her neck and put the crop down. His hands began to travel down her back and over her tender ass. “I appreciate the smooth round flank of a pony.” He continued down over her thigh to her calf, finally stopping on her vulnerable feet. “The temperament of a beast can be determined by how they respond to having their hooves handled. Any resistance is considered a bad sign.”
Brie understood the challenge and allowed him to lift her foot. Then he began tickling the arch. Her instinct was to pull away, but she endured his torture. He increased his cruelty by concentrating his efforts on her defenseless toes. Her loins contracted as she struggled not to move, but a giggle escaped past the metal bit.
He put her foot down and moved to the other side. Again his hands ran down her back, over the swell of her ass to her foot. The torture started up again. He found that spot in between her toes and brushed it ever so lightly. She jerked without meaning to.
He put her foot down slowly, without saying a word. A bad sign. He moved his hand up her back again, caressing the contours of her shoulder blades, then lower to appreciate the fullness of her breasts. Marquis Gray’s fingers trailed down the length of her arm before he picked up her hand and lightly traced her palm with his finger. It tickled, but not with the intensity her toes had. No, this was sensual, intimate contact that made her moist between the legs.
Marquis moved over to the other side and he repeated the examination. Once satisfied with her ‘hooves’, he began an inspection of her genital region. Brie bit down on the metal as he commanded she open her legs wider. His fingers explored her swollen lips and vagina clinically. It wasn’t the romantic touch of a lover. It was purposeful and without emotion, which turned her on even more.
He played with her juicy folds, commenting, “I see my filly is a wanton little thing.”
Marquis ended his inspection by moving to her head. He opened her mouth and made as if he was checking her teeth. She could smell and taste herself on his fingers. When he seemed satisfied with the health of her mouth, he stroked her neck. Once again, his touch was back to being sensual and arousing. He pulled her hair from her face and examined her ears last, first tugging and pulling gently on them, before blowing his moist breath into each one. It sent a shiver, both times, all the way to her aching groin.
He stood back from her and shook his head slowly. “Almost perfect. Almost…”
She knew he was referring to her flinch and wondered what her punishment would be. “Stand up and face your Master.”
Brie stood in front of Marquis Gray, her head no longer lifted in pride. He moved her long curls to her back and commanded her to put her hands to her sides. “That hoof reaction must be dealt with. As your equine trainer, it is my duty.”
Brie nodded in pretended shame. She’d had no idea Marquis could be such a playful Dom. His many facets astounded her.
“Lift your head up and look to the ceiling, wanton pony.” She did, her breaths coming in quick gasps again. “Yes, I can see you know what must happen. Your heart races even now.”
The leather tongue of the crop caressed her torso, the lightness of the contact making it alluring and welcomed. Several times he trailed the crop down to her mound, letting it rest there to tease her. But when he moved back up and flicked her hard nipple with it, she closed her eyes.
Yes, Brie knew very well what was about to happen…
He snapped the crop directly onto her right nipple and she moaned at the pleasurable sting it caused. Her pussy began pulsating—she wanted more of his wicked attention.
“A good filly should not resist her Master’s touch. Do you understand?”
She nodded in breathless anticipation.
He snapped the crop against her left breast and she cried out, the tension in her pussy building up for release. “No coming,” he commanded. She shuddered, trying to curb the erotic flow mounting inside her.
He snapped the crop against her breasts several more times before turning her around and commanding she bend over. She leaned against the table, needing him to enter her now. But this isn’t about me…
Marquis Gray dragged the length of his crop across the crease of her ass. Her body responded favorably, remembering the cane, and she moaned. He began tapping her round buttocks with the crop, interspersing the motion with harder strokes. It teased her to distraction and she wiggled her ass suggestively, wanting him to take her.
His response was to give her two hard strokes that took her breath away, effectively putting her back in her place. He then went back to his tapping and stroking, reddening her pony ass with his crop. Just as with the cane, Marquis knew how to use his tool for maximum sexual arousal. Brie was gushing with need for her Dom.
He stopped unexpectedly and she felt him grab her sex, his middle finger slipping into her possessively. Brie’s muscles pulsated around his finger—she was dangerously close to coming. She whimpered but did not pull away, even though the contact was sending her over the edge. Instead, she bit down on her own arm, distracting herself from the impending orgasm. It slowly abated and she heard him say, “Well done, wanton filly.”
Marquis pulled her head back with the reins, making her pose attractively for the audience, and then continued to redden her ass with his crop. She loved the satisfying crack it made when it came into contact with her skin.
He laid his crop down and ran his hands over her buttocks. “It’s so beautiful. I simply must taste.” She felt his hot tongue caressing her stinging ass. Her need for him was so great it ate her up inside, and she whimpered loudly.
“Ponies don’t whimper,” he growled in her ear.
Brie had forgotten her place again. She was his instrument of pleasure. She must deny her need for release, not assume he would grant it. He slapped her throbbing cheeks. She was a selfish little sub and she knew it. But oh, how her body loved and craved the attention!
“On the floor, filly.”
Brie got on all fours, aching for him. He pulled on the reins again, pulling her neck back in a graceful arch. “I am about to ride you, my wanton slut.”
The normally offensive word sounded sexy coming from his lips, and she moaned in response. I am your wanton slut… Mount me, Master! she cried silently.
Marquis knelt behind her, still holding the reins tight. He swished her tail to one side and pushed his curved shaft inside her. Brie moaned in ecstasy and discomfort. The butt plug made her extremely tight but she enjoyed the feeling. It forced her to relax so she could take his deep thrusting—and she needed his thrusting.
“You’re so tight, filly. Are you sure you can take all of me?”
Brie pushed against him, forcing his cock deeper.
“So be it.” He let go of the reins and grabbed her ass with both hands, giving her the fullness of his cock without restraint. Brie’s cries were somewhat muffled by the bit in her mouth, but they still rang loud and clear throughout the auditorium.
She felt him revving up for a quick climax and she had to quiet a whimper. His curved shaft was rubbing her G-spot deliciously because of the tightness. She started thrashing her head, trying to keep her orgasm at bay, but she was too close…
“Come,” he demanded.
Tears of gratitude ran down her face, though she was unsure if his command had been out of kindness or simple coincidence. Regardless, she groaned against her bit, embracing the release she had tried heroically to hold back. He rammed his cock deep into her as her body squeezed his shaft with its rhythmic motion; she orgasmed so hard it almost hurt.
She trembled uncontrollably afterwards. With tender hands he unbuckled the bridle and removed the plug. He then picked her up in his arms. Marquis took her to the small room and lay with her once again. It was something she treasured about their encounters. He pulled her close and said, “I have not played with a pony before. Far more enjoyable than I imagined.”
She smiled at the thought that she was his first. “You didn’t miss a detail. From the bit to replace the ball gag to calling me a slut. But why?”
“Did you enjoy it?” he growled lustfully in her ear.
She blushed to admit it. “Yes, Master.”
“You needed to overcome the hesitancy to obey such role play.”
“Although it is not something you normally partake in?”
“Even trainers need to stretch themselves, pearl. No one should remain stagnant.”
She turned towards him and looked into his perilous eyes. “I’d never imagined you had a frisky side, Master.”
“We will not speak of it,” he answered with a funny smile, crushing her to his chest.
What other surprises did Marquis Gray have hidden away?