#WIPIT UP Wednesday – SILENCE is Golden #BDSM #NAKED

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Hello Wipsters! Can you believe it’s Wednesday again? Don’t worry, I have naughtiness for you… we’re back with Jennifer Redcliff, aka Petal the PonyGirl, and she’s having… er… lots of fun?

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The Ties That Bind

Her eyes still moving, she noticed the chrome stools lined up against the opposite wall, directly in front of the long butterfly mirror and all were filled with women having manicures and pedicures, whilst their hair was being simultaneously styled and trimmed. It was a little surreal that even the hairdressers and manicurists were baring all of their lovely assets for everyone to see. Were they, too, going to be part of the show later in the evening? Time would tell, she guessed.

There was plenty of attention to detail. False eyelashes, glitter, lip gloss, lacquer, gel, blusher, sparkling hair nets, curlers and eye liner were only some of the tools being used to make these women as beautiful as they could possibly be, and in all honesty, they were hardly needed. Sleek curves, high cheek bones, toned thighs, long necks, full pouty lips and golden tans that would have taken six months on a deserted island to achieve, because there were no bikini lines to be found anywhere, were in plentiful supply. All of the women in the room could have posed for Playboy, without exception and Jenny found herself feeling quite dowdy and self-conscious in comparison.

The lack of verbal communication was also unsettling. All the ambient noise in the room was amplified to unbearably loud proportions due to its disappearance. The spray of water, the shaking and spraying of aerosol cans and the quiet hiss of airbrushes all seemed immediately overwhelming. No-one paid the slightest bit of attention to her. Here she was, a creature in a cage complete with tail, collar and bright, shiny chains and this was apparently not in the least bit strange to any of its occupants. She didn’t even receive a glance, which all added to her already devastating feeling of insignificance. Gone was the pampered little rich girl, and in its place was a mere shell of the feisty, fiery young lady that she had once upon a time been. Staying strong required so much damn effort and she honestly wasn’t sure how much she had left. Albrecht had stripped her down to something less than human and she wondered if she’d ever be able to rebuild herself if she ever got herself out of here. When, not if she quickly corrected herself. There would be no future for her at Albrecht. She’d go mad. The house-pet of Mark Matthews she could deal with, she’d have him twirled around her finger in no time, but life in the stables with Kyle was not an option. She just had to trust that Matthews would sort things out. There really wasn’t any other option.

When a face appeared directly in front of her and began rattling a key in the padlock upon her door, Jenny jumped. The blonde haired women in front of her smiled apologetically and offered her hand in order to help Jenny out of cramped space. With contortionist moves she had no idea she was capable of, somehow she managed to make it out of the box with little more than a few scrapes here and there. The woman helped right her to an all fours position and, bending down to her level, she brought a finger to her lips, warning her not to speak. Jenny simply nodded. She already had inducement enough not to speak, so the women needn’t have worried. Stroking her back in a series of soft, comforting lines, she then made a show with her hands, two of them breaking apart, that she would be taking something away. When Jenny felt the plug in her ass move, she knew what was happening. The horse-hair tail attachment was being gently removed. Things were looking up, apparently. The blonde then deposited the tail back in her cage and gave a mild tug at her leash, indicating she should move forward. Led forward by a long silver chain to the waterfall-style shower, her temptress did not stop until they were both submerged under its spray. Given half a chance, Jenny would have made it there before her. She had been longing for a decent shower for over a week. Unable to help herself, she pushed her face upwards and embraced the tumultuous downpour as it exploded over her body.

Oh God. She could have nearly orgasmed then and there, because the water was warm. Plumes of beautifully hot steam surrounded her and she wanted to revel in the blissful feelings of warmth and cleanliness that encircled her. She hadn’t realised how much she had taken the simple pleasures in life for granted, but bathing was most certainly one of her favourites.

With her hair now slick against her head, the blonde reached for a bottle that was located in an alcove set into the slate wall. Squeezing a generous portion of the liquid into her hand and scooting down so that she was at the height of her new charge, she began soaping her hair with delicate circular motions. It felt heavenly. Closing her eyes, Jenny let out a pent up breath she hadn’t realised she’d been holding and felt herself relax, just a mere loosening of her limbs, but it was the first time she had felt safe in days. The blonde bent down towards her ear and the spray hammered down around them and murmured very quietly, “I know you can’t talk, but while we’re under here, I can.” Her long fingers expanded their reach and began to massage her scalp, forcing Jenny to swallow a groan. “Sorry,” the blonde whispered with a little laugh. “I’ll lay off the pressure.” True to her word, the insistent weight of her fingers stopped, and Jenny almost wanted to groan again in protest.

“Leyland is very excited about having you in the building. He’s had pets in the building before, but never a pony. He can’t wait to get shots of your ass all plugged up with that magnificent tale.” There was another laugh, and her hands, satisfied that they had done a reasonable job at shampooing, started to explore Jenny’s body. “Just paw at the floor if I do anything you don’t like, OK?”

As two hands cupped her breast and busied themselves rubbing shampoo soap suds around, Jenny didn’t waste much time thinking about pawing, or anything else for that matter. A familiar ache reignited itself between her legs and her lips parted on a soft gasp. The hands paid no heed. They tugged at her nipples, rolling them in their smooth, delicate little fingers until Jenny squirmed in heat beneath them. “Oh, that’s nice, huh? I’ll be sure to tell his highness, when he’s in need of the ‘perfect shot.’ They always want you revved up before the cameras start clicking.”

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6 thoughts on “#WIPIT UP Wednesday – SILENCE is Golden #BDSM #NAKED

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  2. Love the detail in this scene. You really know how to suck the reader into the story. One one hand I kind of feel sorry for Jenny. Then again I don’t because I love the eroticism of what she’s going through.

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