MISTRESS KATHY'S ACADEMY OF DOMINATION AND SUBMISSION
Chapter 7
Helga and Adam stepped into the sulky, and the Pony pulled them forward. As the Pony struggled, he noticed other pony girls pulling other conveyances up and down the boulevards. He couldn't ignore the quiet desperation in their eyes and couldn't help wondering what misfortunes had brought them all here.
"As a country, we're very small, but also very old," shared Helga. "We've been doing this a long time, so naturally we're very good at it. For most of our history, only the elite and powerful knew about us, but now anyone with the right kind of fetish and an internet connection can learn about our unique services. Business is booming, and it's forced us to become more aggressive in our recruitment."
Adam contemplated his future—living as a slave here among these powerless pony girls. "What's my role going to be here?" he asked. "Have you decided?"
"Stable boy is out. That position comes with certain privileges which have to be negotiated in advance. We didn't negotiate in your case. We acquired you by default, so you get the standard slave contract with none of the perks." She grinned evilly. "If Monica hadn't been so obstinate, she could have bargained a better position for you."
She absent-mindedly placed her hand on his cock to remind him that she could. "I'm picturing you more as an indoor slave. Housework and light entertainment. Duties that will keep you close to my bedroom."
Helga had another sudden mood swing. "I just remembered we never finished your tour last night! And we're riding past what would have been our final stop." She abruptly pulled back on the reins, causing the Pony's head to jerk back violently. The sulky stopped in front of the stone structure where the previous night's "tour" had been interrupted by Mistress Kathy.
She handed the Pony's reins to Adam. "Tie her to that hitching post so she doesn't wander off. We'll only be a moment."
Adam noticed that each rein had a special clasp at the end that could only be released by someone with fingers, preventing any ponies with hooves over their hands from tampering with them. Under Helga's supervision, Adam secured the Pony to the post.
Helga led him inside to the area that was for administrative use. Beautiful women wearing office attire were going about their duties and were not at all surprised to see a naked man led by a leash through their workplace.
"I realized last night that you must have noticed the sign on the wall," said Helga. "Aren't you curious?"
Adam looked again at the sign.
MEDLAB-f
STUDIOS h
DUNGEON g
"I assumed you would tell me about it when you wanted me to know," said Adam.
"Oh, I want you to know about it," she said excitedly. "Come along." She led him into the dark room whose door was marked DUNGEON. It still looked to him like a gothic foyer.
"No one's using it at the moment," she observed. "Turn on the light." She indicated the gaudy floor lamp whose base was shaped like a woman.
With a pull of the chain, he turned it on. The lamp stared back at him and blinked.
"Mother fucker!"
he cursed.
"Aren't they darling?" asked Helga. "I decorated this room myself!"
All of the furniture were people--helpless, bound and immobilized. The Lamp, startled by his outburst, lurched within her tight bonds, but her trembling body was held firmly in place by a pole extending down the back of her costume and into the floor. The post concealed the wiring which made the Lamp functional.
"This isn't the real dungeon of course," said Helga. "This is just the entry area. Our staff uses this room as a lounge to relax in--or just to have a quick orgasm. The real dungeon is through that door over there." She indicated the door on the far side of the room.
This place is sick!
thought Adam.
Everyone here's insane! I have to get out of here, no matter what it takes.
"I see I've made an impression," said Helga. "Based on your reaction, I don't think you're ready to see the
actual
dungeon. Maybe later, when your training is complete, I'll show you everything."
She tugged on his leash and led him back through the administrative area.
"What," he asked when he had found his voice, "did they do to deserve that?"
"Some slaves can't be trained
or
broken," she explained, no longer smiling. "They become furniture. I showed you so you can learn from their mistake."
She pulled his leash and led him outside. The Pony was still tied to the post where they had left her.
Before her reins could be unfastened, however, a male slave in spandex shorts and a zippered hood appeared. He pushed a small cart which contained flexible tubes, empty bottles, and mundane items like soap, tampons, toilet paper, and a large bag of dog food. "May I please have a word, mistress?" he asked.
"Excuse me, Adam," said Helga. "I have to talk to the boy who feeds my furniture. Just be a moment."
Adam wanted to hear what she had to say to the other slave, but he was distracted by the Pony. With Helga's attention divided, the Pony seemed eager to speak to Adam.
"Tag my gag owf," she whispered through her bit, pulling futilely at it with her hooved hands. "Pleash!"
Helga was still engaged with the other slave, so he quickly unclasped the bit from the Pony's mouth. She was about to say something when Helga happened to look their way.
"What are you doing?" she demanded.
The Pony, acting on a whim, suddenly wrapped her arms around Adam and kissed him on the lips. He tried to pull away, but the Pony only squeezed him tighter.
"By now you should have noticed that the island's residents don't have much in the way of impulse control," explained Helga. "A side effect of prolonged exposure to the environment. Bad enough on a normal day, but you encouraged her by taking out her bit!" Helga angrily pried the Pony off Adam and slapped her harshly across the mouth. Then the mistress replaced the bit. "Bad Pony!"
Helga and Adam returned to the sulky, and the chastised Pony obediently pulled them along their way.
Finally they reached a small stable at the southern end of the Citadel grounds. Inside, the floor was covered with straw as if it were intended for an animal, but as near as Adam could tell, the Pony was the only occupant. Helga unzipped the Pony's tight rubber suit from ass to navel—removing the tail from the Pony's body and exposing her pussy while leaving the slave's restraints in place. "The gag stays in tonight because you're a bad Pony," explained Helga. Then she left the Pony alone, closing the stable door and latching it from the outside.
"She'll be more obedient in the morning."
Despite what the Pony had done, Adam worried for her well-being, but said nothing.
Helga led Adam along a short path that led through some trees and across a footbridge overlooking a koi pond. The path ultimately led to a stone structure at the southernmost end of the Citadel grounds.
"Welcome to your new home," said Helga. Her home offered plenty of privacy. Adam had not seen anyone else since leaving the stable.
Helga led him through an elaborate foyer with a grand staircase. Among the gothic architecture was a chair with built-in wrist and ankle restraints. There were also rings set into the stone walls at regular intervals, providing an infinite variety of places to restrain an uncooperative slave.
"In time, I'll show you all the rooms, but right now I'm eager to show you my bedroom." As they went up the stairs and through a hallway, Adam glimpsed inside the various rooms and realized that each was designed in some way for bondage activities.
But none of the rooms compared to Helga's bedroom. Here the metal rings were inset not only in the walls, but in the floor as well, and the ceiling was dominated by an elaborate pulley system for suspending anything--or anyone--Helga desired. A hot tub was set into the floor on the left, while at the right was an enormous bed set against a wall-sized mirror. At the far end of the room was on open set of French doors leading to a balcony with a view of the ocean.
Just to the side of the hot tub was a hanging cage with an open padlock hanging on the latch. This is where Helga directed Adam's attention.
"I'm going to change into something more comfortable," explained Helga. She turned a metal ratchet on the wall which slowly lowered the cage to the floor. "While I'm in my wardrobe, I don't want you to wander off, so you're going to wait for me in this cage. You don't mind do you?" When Adam made no reply, she said, "The question's rhetorical, of course."
Helga opened the cage for Adam. As he approached, he paused to stare longingly at the ocean which was visible through the French doors.
"Missing your freedom already?" By now Helga suspected that Adam was being silent just to annoy her. "Get over it. You can't change this. Not ever. Do you understand?"
Adam continued to stare at the ocean.
"I said,
do you understand?"
Adam realized he would have to respond.
So he pushed Helga into the cage and slammed the door shut.
