Idaho relaxed in her sun lounger, the warm Nevada sun beating down on her naked, suntan lotion-glistening body as she sipped on a large salt-encrusted glass of margarita that her Mexican maid-cum-chef Donita had provided her a few minutes ago. Yummy, thought Idaho, this is so nice I'd better be careful I don't become addicted.
As she lay sunning her stunningly-built five feet 10 inch body, her lush 38-inch breasts glowing golden brown in the light, she looked on with amusement as Donita enjoyed herself with Idaho's sex slave, the lovely young blonde Terry, 19. Terry, thought Idaho, wasn't enjoying herself quite as much.
Donita, her big brown breasts revealed in erotic uplift in a black leather quarter-cup bra was riding the slave around the superbly manicured lawn in front of the ranch's swimming pool. Across the slave girl's sweating back was strapped a brown leather saddle, with short stirrups into which Donita had placed her riding boots, ensuring that Terry had to endure her rider's full 125-pound weight.
A red rubber bit with short reins was in the 30-year-old Mexican woman's right hand and a vicious little riding crop in her left. The slave's bare buttocks were displaying the streak marks of persuasion that Donita had been administering during her ride. The only concession to the slave's comfort were knee pads to ease her movement on the grass, and little red boxing gloves to protect her hands during her struggles around the rectangular course Donita chose to adopt.
What could not be seen from where Idaho was spectating, was that a seven-inch vaginal intruder was set in the center of the saddle, which was purely for the rider's pleasure, and was the reason why Donita was riding minus panties!
Already the large Mexican woman had enjoyed two orgasms during her 20-minute ride around the lawn on the much smaller blonde, her body a glimmering sheen of sweat thanks to her equine exertions.
It was a Wednesday afternoon, the one afternoon in the week which Idaho had set aside as a period when Donita could dominate the ex-youth prison inmate. At other times during the week, Idaho would permit Donita brief periods of fun with the lovely young slave girl, and every morning Terry would have to perform cunnilingus on the Mexican's steamy snatch prior to breakfast, as an initial humiliation before the day's games, but Idaho had now decreed that Wednesday afternoons were purely "Donita's Domination Day", although, strictly speaking, not an entire day.
Idaho took another suck on her margarita, then stepped to the side of the pool and executed a graceful swan dive into the deep end, gasping with delight as she surfaced and began to free-style her way back and forth in the warm waters. As she did, she heard cries of delight coming from the lawn area, where Donita was obviously experiencing the third orgasm of her ride.
After a refreshing, heart-pounding work out, Idaho emerged from the pool to find that Donita was strapping Terry into the portable flogging frame, which she had obviously ordered the teenager to wheel out onto the lawn from the large ranch equipment shed.
Idaho towelled herself down and called on Donita to smear warm lotion all over her statuesque figure, before resuming her place on the lounger, lying face down this time, after arranging the poolside piece of furniture so it was facing the flogging frame and Kelly's nude body.
She watched as Donita proceeded to whip the lovely young slave's breasts, buttocks and back with a cruel-looking single-thonged lash. Next she worked the girl's pussy over with a rubber paddle, which would sting but not inflict anywhere near the agony Idaho could deliver with the Pussy Punishment Platform, one reason why she only allowed herself one session a fortnight with Kelly strapped to it.
In many ways, Idaho had adopted with Kelly exactly the same methods as Mr and Mrs Hunt had used on her. Kelly's body was there to be flogged, not flayed. Breaking the flesh was a no-no. Urine punishments were, of course, part of the system, but faeces were definitely out. Multiple orgasm games were in, but Terry was not punished beyond her youthfully strong ability to take it.
The slave girl enjoyed, as Idaho had with the Hunts, the best of food as beautifully prepared by Donita, also the best of wines and other refreshing drinks during those meals.
She was also allowed plenty of time to work on her fitness in the superbly-equipped gymnasium. She mainly slept with Idaho, although at times she was permitted to sleep alone in her own bed. Terry, truth be told, preferred to sleep with Idaho where she could attend to her mistress's personal needs.
It was all in all, thought Idaho, an extremely satisfactory arrangement. The days were designed to keep Terry occupied. After breakfast, she was allowed to work out in the gym, sometimes with Idaho, sometimes under the supervision of Idaho's lash, sometimes alone.
In the morning there was usually a "tow rope" torture, when she was walked around the track which Idaho had been punished over by the Hunts, Idaho being careful to ply her with plenty of cold bottled urine for "refreshments" after each orgasm.
Then she would be set to work, cleaning the pool, mowing the lawn, or simply lounging on a recliner beside her mistress by the pool. Many masochistic young ladies, Idaho thought, would have a far harder time being a sex slave to a demanding mistress.
Sometimes the afternoon would be spent "playing games" in the torture chamber, and where Idaho would enjoy making Kelly lick urine from her body, after it had been sprayed there either by Kelly herself, or Donita, when Idaho allowed the Mexican to help her in a "double domme".
After a finely-cooked dinner, there was usually time to watch a video or two from the vast library of erotic and pornographic DVDs which Idaho had amassed in the past 12 months or so. Then it would be time for bed, and usually a nice orgasm for Idaho before she fell into a deep, undisturbed sleep.
The next day dawned hot and sunny as usual and Idaho had just got back from a lovely drive around the tow rope torture route – Kelly experiencing three powerful orgasms during her punishment, thanks to the chafing rope between her thighs.
As Idaho and Kelly swam several refreshing laps, Donita was seen running out poolside, wearing a T-shirt beneath which her big breasts jounced superbly, and a pair of blue jeans. "A visitor," she hissed to Idaho, passing the two women towels as they climbed from the water. "I've got 'er waiting in the keetchen, 'aving a coffee. She's government!"
Idaho felt an instant tightening of her stomach, then she and Kelly walked towards the house. Idaho peered round the corner of the building and saw a large Chevrolet parked on the white pebble-covered forecourt. Emblazoned on its driver's side door was a state emblem, above it the letters "NPS", below it the words "Nevada Probation Service".
"Fuck, I hope this doesn't mean trouble," said Idaho, as she and Kelly walked into the house and then along to the kitchen, where they found the woman probation officer who had organised Idaho's "care and protection" of Kelly.
"Hi, remember me," the woman called out cheerfully, "Sadie Bell. How's it all goin'?"
"Hi," said Idaho, advancing to the kitchen table where Ms Bell sat and shaking her by the hand. "Kelly, come say hi to Ms Bell."
Kelly shuffled over and shook the probation officer's hand.
Hi, Ms Bell," she said, in almost a whisper.
"And how's Idaho lookin' after you," asked the woman. "Not being too tough on you, I hope." And she burst into laughter.
Kelly shook her head violently – a little too violently, thought Idaho.
"No, no, I'm thoroughly enjoying being in her care," said Kelly, sounding a little more natural, though Idaho.
"Mind if we go upstairs – somewhere quiet, more private," said Ms Bell, indicating Donita, who was preparing something for lunch, but obviously taking in every word.
