#MasturbationMonday – Strung Up For Your Pleasure – Experimental #Bondage NSFW!

Masturbation Monday

Hello and welcome to Moan Day peeps! It’s the start of a new week… which means extra naughty naughtiness is needed to cheer us all up. So, we’re back with the pony girls. Where else?

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The Ties That Bind

Will Mark Matthews accept Redcliff’s terms for his daughter’s release, surrendering both body and mind to the enemy? Petal’s sanity depends upon the fact, for in the sixth and final book of Pony Tales she is to discover that the fate in store for her at Albrecht is not a pretty one.

Shipped off to Leyland Forbes in a steel cage, the pony-girl will have to endure all sorts of imaginative bondage and BDSM at his palatial manor, as her body is photographed intimately by several of the world’s top photographers. As the day progresses she will find herself taken out to dinner in chains, before being cleverly and expertly divested of her virginity.

Trouble awaits when she returns to the stables, however. One of the trainers has taken a monstrous dislike to her and intends to prove his superiority, both in the dungeon and beyond.

Excerpt

“Ladies and gentlemen, can I offer my thanks to all of you busy people who have made the time to attend this little soiree of mine this evening.” Another round of applause began, but he nipped it in the bud by clearing his throat loudly once again and placing his palms face outward. “Thank you kindly, but we’re on a schedule here, so I had better be brief. There are not many rules to tonight’s proceedings. All of the models you see artfully strung up and displayed are for your pleasure. They are to be admired, touched, teased and tormented as you see fit. Their pleasure is not a pre-requisite for your enjoyment. You may grant or withhold their release – whichever amuses you more. All that I ask is that you do not mark them permanently in any way, and if you see my photographers in passing, allow them enough space to take pictures. For those that have admired my erotic artwork in the past, there will be a grand unveiling of some of my more recent works in the gallery later, with some canapés and champagne for light refreshment. Now, are there any questions before I let the games commence?” He let his head sweep slowly from one corner of the room to the other and his confident, arrogant gaze missed no one in his brief assessment. There was a small, almost sly smile, and his eyes took on a devilish twinkle. “I see you are as eager as I am to get your fingers dirty. Well then, don’t let me hold you back, go forth and amuse yourselves.”

He strode off, sluicing a path down the middle of the room and the waters parted like the Red Sea to allow him access. The power he carried in the room was absolute. No-one was going to risk their place by offending him on a night of debauchery such as this. There probably wasn’t another party like it on earth, although Jenny was swiftly coming to realise that more people enjoyed the ‘kink’ scene than she had previously given credence for. There must have been at least five hundred bodies in the room, and probably several more. Movement then caught the corner of her eye and she turned to examine a string of people coming through the back exit.

Hot on Leyland’s heels, rubber soles squeaked as the Photo Journalists filed past the potted palms, carrying large, black nylon bags, an array of cameras, lenses, flashes and strobes. They had obviously been prepped for the scenes ahead, because they had an agenda and did not stop until they had reached the airborne mobile of flapping organza and stretched limbs. They then began snapping continuously, greedily soaking up every single detail with a symphony of differing clicks and flashes. This captured the attention of the audience for a few seconds who seemed transfixed on the flickering light. Whereas before the angled orange spotlights had made them seem as if they were on fire, the additional flash of the cameras made them appear to sparkle and glisten, as if they were divine beings not of this earth. The effect was quite startling and when reflected upon the many mirrors around the room, it created a current of movement that seemed to ripple downwards and outwards towards the guests.

Jenny eyed the glittering mass of bodies as best she was able and then stared at the glossy carrot above her head. She wanted that carrot. Being suspended in mid-air was all very well when there were fifty hands upon you seeking to pleasure you in every way possible, but just hanging there, watching and aching for another orgasm when the last one had barely left your body was almost impossible to imagine. She had come such a long way in a week and she could only wonder where the journey would end. Another long line of drool dripped down her cheek, leaving a wet, sticky trail that made her ebony body shine and she felt the stainless steel collar weigh heavy around her neck. Snap, snap, flick, flash. Touch me, her body pleaded. Click, click, flash. The carousel continued to turn, the ponies in front and behind trudging along in their heavy boots, straining at the bit as they performed their duty. She should be grateful she had a moment’s respite, but she ached for the touch of a hand, the sting of a paddle, anything that would provide stimulation and contact on her tingling flesh. As if her prayers had been heard, the anonymous female voice began again.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please remove yourselves behind the white lines of the moving exhibits. This is for your safety. Thank you in advance for your co-operation.”

Her beautiful voice was loud enough to be heard by all of the milling participants and they obediently formed a ring around the carousel, standing just behind the inch thick white line that had been drawn upon the floor. Jenny guessed things were shortly about to get interesting and as it happened, she wasn’t wrong, but she had most certainly underestimated the word ‘interesting.’

Escape is beginning to seem like an impossible dream…

Grab a copy of The Ties That Bind HERE.

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3 thoughts on “#MasturbationMonday – Strung Up For Your Pleasure – Experimental #Bondage NSFW!

  1. I’ve almost finished “The Ties That Binds.” Please reconsider ending this story-line. The story and charactors are too good to be ended.
    Thank you for this series:exciting and real!!

    • They aren’t being ended just yet 😉 Jenny and Mark are returning where I left off in ‘The Velvet Chair’ which will be a new series x It should release later this year 🙂

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