Michael relaxed in his position on the Pony. The cushioned top of the modified sawhorse supported his body from hips to chest. His head rested in the attached cradle and his arms and legs were secured in their supporting holders. The straps over his back that held him securely to the Pony's cushioned top were firm but not overly tight, reminding him more of Domina Laurie's hugs than strict bondage.
Facedown and secured, Michael could not see what was happening around him. But Domina had seen to that. Mounted on the Pony's structure below his face was a small flat screen, which showed the room from the point of view of a closed circuit camera set to his right. Judging from the view it gave him, it must have been placed near the ceiling on the room's sidewall.
This was a new use for the screen. The last time he rode the Pony, Domina had played a continuous video of sexual images. They filled his sight and consumed his imagination as she has played with his bound body. Michael licked his lips as he remembered hot eroticism of those images, a series that was dominated in his mind with pictures of large cocks spurting loads of delicious come across female body parts. His memories of that session were clearly dominated by the memory of Domina feeding him his own come from her fingertips as the cocks in the video came again and again, come filling his mind from the video and his mouth from her own hands.
As he contemplated that memory, Michael studied the image now showing on the screen. He saw his own body strapped to the Pony. Each time he thought of the Pony he heard in his mind Domina's admonition that "Boys don't get to ride a horse, they only get ride a Pony." He was positioned with his head pointing to the right of the screen, centered in the image and framed by the backs of two wing chairs which angled toward each other but also towards the Pony, separated by a small coffee table.
The wall behind the Pony was painted a light colour, like the rest of the room. Some might think it was non-standard for a dungeon, but Domina liked her spaces to be open and light a wooden St Andrew's cross was centred on the wall, it's shape in dark oak contrasting with the paint and inviting even more memories and fantasies. To either side were hooks and small shelves. Hanging from the hooks were Domina's floggers and other instruments of discipline. The shelves bore an artistic arrangement of objects that only a second look brought the awareness that they were rows of plugs and dildos.
Michael was alone in the room. Alone in his bondage. Alone with his own thoughts and memories. Breathing slowly and deeply, he felt himself starting to be absorbed by the moment, surrendering himself even more to the complete control of his Mistress. Laurie would take care of him. She would give him what he desired, and what he needed beyond that. She would accept his surrender, and ensure his safety.
He felt each strap that crossed his body, binding his torso, his arms and his legs to the Pony. He felt the fullness of the anal plug Domina had inserted into his bottom and his cock tried to rise, straining against the rigid plastic of the Curve chastity device. His bondage was complete and firm. He was at her mercy. Just where she wanted him. Just where he wanted to be.
Laurie's stilettos sounded on the room's wooden floor before Michael saw her walk into the view on the screen. She was still attired in her white dress, a simple sundress with buttons from scooped neckline to hem. Those buttons were undone from the top to expose her generous cleavage and lacy bra, and from the bottom to show her long sexy legs when she walked, all the way to the tops of her sheer white stockings.
". . . and this is our playroom." Laurie announced as she strode into the room, halting in front of the St Andrew's Cross.
Michael's attention was fully on the screen, waiting to see who Domina was speaking to. He had never been put on display like this before, although they had discussed such things. He watched as Laurie's visitor entered the room. A big, beautiful woman, with a broad smile and short dark hair, she came into the room as if nothing was amiss. She surveyed the room, smiling slightly as her gaze fell on his bound body before returning her attention to her hostess.
Laurie's guest was medium height, and carried herself with confidence. She was dressed in a loose flowing shirt over slacks, he caught glimpses of her heels under the hems of her slacks, and of a black bra restraining large luscious breasts under the shifting blouse, which was open down to her bra. Michael knew as he watched her move that he was in the presence of two Dommes, equals who would be deciding on his experiences during the visit.
Michael watched and listened as Laurie showed her guest the toys, the bondage furniture and the various fixtures in the room. He heard them, off screen as they admired the large shower in the adjoining washroom, noting that it could easily hold three of four.
Finally the reappeared on screen and walked over to stand beside him. One lady stood on either side of the Pony and he felt their hands come to rest on his back.
"And this pretty slut is Michael," Laurie said, "he likes to ride his Pony, and he'll accept whatever we Ladies want to do to him, whether he is bound or not. Isn't that right little one?"
