Gloria along with Anna...
I lazed on the couch, munching on an apple with the sun beaming through the window, relentlessly grazing my face no matter how I shifted. I was much too lethargic to get up and close the curtains, so I simply capitulated and tolerated the UV rays.
"Gloria, are you prepared?" Anna called from down the corridor of our mobile home. While we each had our private spaces, we usually slept together. Anna kept her room immaculate, while I was slightly more disheveled. Ours was an amicable arrangement of living together. My unruly curls framed my face, dampened by the humidity. I thoughtfully swallowed the apple's firm flesh.
"I'll be ready whenever you are!" I called back to Anna.
Vision from her doorway, Anna looked my slothful current state. A tender grin sprouted across her lips. She had the most alluring long brown hair that cascaded down her back. Lips like red velvet framed her face, and her complexion boasted freckles that dotted her subtle light-brown skin.
Anna had a profound affinity for skincare routines and cosmetics, giving them a meditative purpose. I, conversely, didn't ascribe to such self-care. I still considered myself attractive; after all, she assured me of it repeatedly until I began to believe it myself. If someone who was as stunning as her attested to my attractiveness, it had to be true, right?
We were going to a play party tonight, encompassing a myriad of kinky people. I'd never before ventured to accommodate others into kink beyond my own relationships. In order to appease my curiosity, this party with spanking benches, restraints, whips, and floggers would now be my first introduction to the kink community.
"We're good to go." Anna conveyed, and I uprooted my bag. We also brought sentient toys. She seized the food from the fridge in addition to a bag of chips. We trekked to Anna's car and embarked on a thirty-minute journey towards the countryside. It fascinated me that people actually had homes so far removed from civilization. Nonetheless, the power of cars eradicated this motif of concern.
We eventually arrived at an alluring farmhouse. It was painted a delicately pale blue, nearly white. Normalcy enveloped the home's exterior. The tantalizing scent of a barbeque attended the air, showering me with warmth.
A woman emerged from within it, flaunting short black hair in a bob. Anna opened the car door, cheerfully declaring, "Hey, Paisley!" She leaped out of the vehicle while I remained behind, gathering our tools. I fondled my bag and food, following Anna and Paisley into the abode. Pockets of people congregated within, though a manageable amount precluded overwhelming anxiety. An abundance of St. Andrew's crosses, effectively oversized wooden X's, occupied the living room, replete with leather straps to secure the captive.
A woman emotionally enthused while being maudlinly whipped resided on one of these crucifixes. I clasped my bottom lip after we voyaged through the vicinity. Two rooms harbored spanking benches, a throng of paddles gathered, and whips were designated beside the spanking surfaces. Paisley entertained us with narrating how she and her partner had resided here for three years and relished the opportunity to amass the kink community.
"Go ahead and freshen up if you'd like, and feel liberated to stash your belongings on this couch alongside the others," Paisley voiced, ushering us towards a more private area. She then escorted us towards the backyard. Despite no nearby neighbors for potentially a mile, a vastly enclosed yard contained its residents. I gaped at individuals adorned in latex, leather, or just naked. I felt alien to this environment, engulfed by a certain jitters. The atmosphere coursed with camaraderie, segregated only by banalities at picnic tables.
I presided over the taco dip and chips we had brought down, neatly placing them at a secluded table.
Paisley introduced me to her partner, named Owen, as well as assorted guests. Owen was stimulating the grill, appearing affable. Anna amassed two styrofoam plates from a food table, and surrendered one to me following Paisley's departure to mingle. We filled our lunches with pasta salad and I enjoyed a hamburger while she procured a hot dog.
My trepidation yielded to exhilaration as we parked ourselves at a table adjacent to a few individuals. A trio comprised of women accompanied a man unclothed in a latex catsuit.
The ladies greeted us with warm grins and invited us to join them. They introduced themselves as Emily and Sarah, and they indicated the guy sitting beneath them. His blue eyes peeked out from under a dark mask, and he offered a wave. "This is our slave, Jesse," they mentioned.
My attention wandered when I heard the sound of metallic clanking. It was a tiny two-wheeled cart being pulled by the reins of two horsey ladies, their chests heaving with effort as they traversed the lush greenery. "I don't think it'd be such a bad idea to ask their master nicely if they'd give you a ride," Sarah shared, noticing my appreciation for the girls.
My heart began to race as I recalled my modest encounters with such behavior. The scorching sun shined down upon us, and I swatted at a pesky fly hovering over my food.
"Yes, that would be fun," Anna agreed, finishing her chips. "We should say hi to those girls later," I mused, taking in my surroundings. The vicinity exhibited an array of individuals locked in amorous acts, nude and carefree. "Shall we return inside?" Anna inquired, my head nodding in confirmation. I have always admired Anna for her ability to befriend anyone, regardless of their background. It was a quality that comforted me when it came to social interactions.
Upon entering our quarters, we heard a crack followed by a breathless gasp. We sauntered into the living area to see a gorgeously blonde-haired woman tied onto a massive wooden X frame. She faced the room, with her back to the wall. Her arms and legs were bound to the top and bottom of the frame using soft leather restraints secured by iron chains.
A whip landed with a resounding snap, while the blonde-haired woman let out a short shriek. The man handling the whip set it down and went to the woman, drawing something from his pocket. He carefully pulled her hair back, securing it with an elastic band. He kissed her forehead and posed a question, "How are you?" The woman, reeling from the chastisement, managed to respond: "Feeling great, Sir." Her thighs and stomach bore red welts from the whip's vicious blows.
The man entered her pussy with his fingers and received the most erotic moan imaginable in return. Anna and I watched spellbound as he wiped her juices onto her face, smearing it for her to clean with her mouth. His act left us feeling all the more aroused. The onlookers couldn't help but share their own humiliating remarks, further arousing both the blonde woman and myself.
The whipping sex scene concluded with the blonde woman begging for permission to orgasm. The man let her have her way as he coaxed her towards her climax while still tied to the frame.
"Please, Sir, may I cum!"
"Sure, you filthy slut, cum in front of everyone," the man consented, bringing her to completion. Her eyes clouded over as she sagged against his fingers on the wooden X frame. Once finished, he removed her chains, allowing her to fall to her knees, supplicating for his cock.
Anna and I explored after that, wondering what other decadent happenings awaited us. As I peeked into the room containing the spanking benches, a group of people surrounded a nude man receiving a spanking from a large wooden paddle.
"You know the best thing about this paddle?" the spanker remarked, holding it aloft for the onlookers to witness. "It has my name engraved in it, allowing me to leave an enchanting signature anytime I chastise someone with it."
Mingling with fellow kinksters, Anna and I drifted towards the two horsey ladies. "Hey, we chatted with Abby and Sarah earlier, and they said you guys offer possible rides if people ask in a polite manner," Anna flirted with their master, John. I conversed with Alex and Max, who were all very approachable and gracious. Within moments, I was blushing profusely. "By the way, Gloria's a big fan of pony play. She's always reading those stories."
"Gosh, Anna!" I gasped quietly, feeling a little timid. Alex chuckled slightly and told me not to worry about it. After all, we were all into some kinky stuff here. I felt a bit more relaxed, and also curious.
"How about you try on our pony gear?" Max suggested with a broad grin. "It's quite fun, so what's your size? I'm sure you can squeeze into Alex's boots. How about you and me take John and Anna for a spin around the yard in the cart?"
"Um, are you serious?" I asked, my heart beating loudly in my ears. "I've never done anything like this before..."
"No pressure!" They all agreed.
"Exactly, Gloria, you don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with." Anna reassured me while she placed a gentle kiss on my cheek. But deep down, I wanted to try it out.
"I mean, yes, I want to try it, but I feel pretty embarrassed."
Max continued to smile, "that's part of the fun, at least for me." She shared, "I love the humiliation. By the time I'm in my pony gear, I'm already so turned on I'm on the verge of climax."
"You're a dirty slut," Alex teased her partner. Max responded with a smirk, calling Alex a sluttier one. I thought they might argue about who was sluttiest, but I interjected.
"Maybe we could give it a try." I said, my voice sounding a bit anxious.
"Are you sure, Gloria?" John asked as I nodded my head. "Okay, we might not put you in the boots just yet, unless you're confident with heels." They exited the house and walked towards where their pony gear was stored.
"I keep a pair of regular hiking boots here," Alex explained. "So, don't worry about getting your shoes dirty. You can wear these instead." She gathered the hiking boots that seemed to fit me almost perfectly. They were taller, with around three inches of height on the front, but with no heel. I couldn't imagine walking or even trotting with a cart attached, not to mention these boots. They were stunning though, imitating the hoof of a horse.
"We're not going to make you put on those boots just yet," John said as I felt a slight disappointment.
The boots that I wouldn't have to wear had a bit more height on the front end, but no back. I couldn't fathom walking or, even more so, trotting with a cart on. They were gorgeous, though, resembling the hooves of a horse.
"Here, we can help you dress while you prepare the cart with John," Max offered before John and Anna went off somewhere. I blushed, embarrassed to have all this attention on me. I did like it, though.
Alex picked up a bit-gag from one of the bags and told me to open my mouth. With the gag in my mouth, I blushed even more. "Open your mouth," he said as he placed the bit in-between my teeth, keeping them apart. The gag also had two pointed horse ears at the top.
"Strip," Max ordered, and I felt highly aroused. I took off my shirt and bra, then my pants and underwear quickly after. I wanted to cover myself but remembered no one was looking at me. I began to enjoy the attention.
Alex held up the tail plug, which he had lubed up already. "Want to wear this?" he asked, and I nodded, feeling like I had to look the part. They applied more lube before gently inserting the plug. When I felt the hairs tickling my now naked thighs, I slid into the boots. They said they wouldn't be a problem for my shorter stature compared to Max.
John and Anna returned with the cart in hand shortly. Anna gasped when she saw me, "Wow, what a cute pony!" She exclaimed with a grin. "I should give you a sugar cube, just for looking so adorable!" Anna said, and at the humiliation, I felt a throb in my pussy.
John petted Max's hair and fastened the reins to her gag, and then did the same for me. After they got into the cart, Max and I grabbed onto the iron poles connected to it. We stood up straight, with Max following my pace closely.
An onlooker crowd began to form, and to my surprise, I didn't feel self-conscious. Instead, I felt safe. I felt very wet between my legs. John and Anna drove us around the yard in the cart for a while before returning to the house. I was drenched in sweat by now, and was very turned on.
So, our journey ended with John presenting a carrot to Anna, taken from a ziplock bag. He explained that he often treats the ponies after they work by providing them with treats such as carrots or sugar cubes. After getting out of the carriage, Anna followed suit and even removed my bit-gag, allowing me to move my tongue freely. Anna showered me with compliments about my beauty, elegance, and charm, and handed me the carrot for my pleasure as she offered it to my lips.
Afterwards, Max and I removed our gear. Alex expressed her desire to see us both together again soon, wrapping her arms around John in embrace, exchanging warm words. Aware that the sun was starting to set and the bugs were about to emerge, they shared recommendations on where to procure equipment for engaging in kinky activities. Their enthusiasm intrigued me, and I expressed interest in attending more such events.
As we were about to bid farewell, Anna handed me back the container containing our items, and I resumed dressing by putting on my clothes. Dakota hadn't realized it, but I had been exposed for nearly two hours without any clothing.
On the car ride home, Anna continued to inquire about my thoughts on the event and if I had a good time. Unsurprisingly, I was thrilled with the experience and eagerly awaited the next outing for an additional dose of excitement and adventure. As we drove back, I rolled down the window of the car and delighted in the melodic sounds of the countryside unfurling as we approached our humble abode.
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