#MasturbationMonday – Caged Pony-Play – BDSM & #Fetish

Masturbation Monday

Hello and welcome back to the best of day of the week – SERIOUSLY! – because, yep, that’s right it’s MOAN DAY. Well, seeing as how I’m on my blog tour, I thought we’d continue with the ‘caged’ scene from ‘The Ties That Bind.’

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THE TIES THAT BIND

On the telephone…

“Your package has arrived… She’s been marked… But it’s all over her back… Surely you can’t use her… Of course. Absolutely. I’ll have her delivered to you in a few minutes, in that case. My apologies, Sir.”

Jenny heard all of what he was saying somewhere in the back of her head. She was paying just enough attention to figure out that she wasn’t going to be immediately sent back to Albrecht, and that was probably a good thing. She thought ‘probably’ because she really had no idea what these people had planned for her, and whether it would be worse or better than her previous few days at Albrecht. Scrap that. Surely it couldn’t be any worse? While these thoughts flickered through her head in an absent matter, her attention was wholly on her surroundings, having been revealed in all their immeasurable glory as the blanket had been stripped away. The house, if it could be called such a thing, was of palatial proportions and there was wall-to-wall magnolia as far as the eye could see. That didn’t mean that there was a sea of cream to be seen, far from it. Fluted pillars decorated the wide, wooden entrance doors, and smaller plinths bearing all sorts of trailing horticulture offerings, such as grape vines, ivy and jasmine were positioned carefully around the room. Then there were olive trees, fan palms, orange and lemon patio plants – the whole place was draped in greenery. Looking up towards the ceiling confirmed what Jenny had already suspected: a glass roof. This was someone’s idea of a reception/greenhouse. It smelt heavenly. No expense had been spared upon the décor, either. Beautiful, gilt friezes topped by carefully wrought cornices surrounded the upper edges of the walls and the walls themselves must have suffered under the weight of art that had been hung upon them. Heavy gold frames surrounded Monet–style artwork, and bright colours exploded everywhere. Fields, flowers, bridges, windmills, sail boats, sunsets, sunrises… all this and more could be found as you trailed your eyes slowly around the periphery. One of the pictures looked suspiciously like Van Gogh’s ‘Spring’ but was probably just a very clever reproduction. If it wasn’t, Leyland Forbes had one hell of an insurance bill.

“Your water, Sir.” That snapped Jenny’s attention back to the land of the living and it was to witness a pretty little employee, dressed smartly in a black, shoulder-length dress, hovering next to Mr snarky with what appeared to be a shiny, chrome dog bowl.

“Thank you, Laeticia. Leave it in front of her cage.” He waved his hand at her in an absent manner, as if to shoo away an errant fly, but it apparently had the desired effect. The girl all but ran from the room. Then, Mr Snarky slowly walked towards her, snapped open a couple of clips on her cage, and lifted up a small square opening just large enough for her head to squeeze through. With his foot he slid the bowl closer towards her. “Drink,” he ordered.

Jenny looked up at him, looked down at the bowl, and considered her options. So much for a glass, these guys were just as crazy as the Albrecht crew, it seemed. “You can drink water, or you can be force fed other fluids, and I hasten to assure you they won’t taste as good as water… so I’d drink if I were you. It might be a very long time before you get another opportunity to replenish yourself.” Jenny had already decided she was going to drink, she was damn thirsty, but the threat was an added incentive to dive straight in. Lapping at the bowl in front of her, she felt Snarky’s hand come down to pet her head. As she continued to drink he gave her long, smooth strokes against her hairline, as you would if you were stroking a favourite pet. It was downright annoying, but there was little she could do about it. When she had finished the contents of the bowl, carefully licking around her lips to get rid of stray drops of water, he stopped his petting and slowly moved around the cage, examining every inch of her.

“You’re new. Ponies are usually much skinnier when they’ve been at the stables for a few months. That will work in your favour here. His highness likes a bit of meat on his subject’s bones. Nice tail,” he commented, before Jenny yelped as it was given quite a hefty tug. Her head shot back inside the cage so fast, that the little opening slammed shut in protest. “You’re still a little frisky, I see. Well, you have quite the programme ahead of you tonight, Petal. Would you like to know what’s in store for you, or would you prefer that I kept the details a secret?”

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6 thoughts on “#MasturbationMonday – Caged Pony-Play – BDSM & #Fetish

  1. I’m with Jenny. I’m not sure if Leyland’s plans for her are going to be better or worse than what she experienced at Albrecht’s. The fact that they’re starting her off by giving her water out of a bowl is not an auspicious start, but at least they thought to give her water.

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