Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction and none of this should happen in real life without full consent. Most of the characters in this story are committing criminal acts. If the idea of human sexual slavery, blackmail, nonconsensual sex, animal play, spanking, flogging, forced servitude, kidnapping, rape, or other such illegal activities bother you. Please don't read this story. Please spend your time reading something you enjoy as this may not be it!
Anne was over the moon, and she got to stay another night in the Princess Room. Sis had gotten her knew Princess pajamas to wear and best of all a new riding outfit and saddle. Sis also promised that if she and Jimmy minded that she would take them riding tomorrow and there was another gift in the morning.
The two seven-year-olds spent the evening playing games on the console in the theater room. Else brought them dinner and cleaned up after. Movies started at 7 pm and Sis would be here to tuck them in at 9:30 pm. Else would be around to check on them through the night. It was Ron and Sis's game night.
Every Saturday night starting at 7:30pm, the ranch earned its real money. Sis's services were booked out for the next 14 months with only two weekends off for her family vacation to Bali. There were different kinds of clients the ranch catered to. Some people paid for the ability to live out their fantasy as a pet. Say a hucow, bunny, kitty, pony, or other such pet.
Some of the pets had designated dominants and others were freelance. The freelancer could pay extra, and Sis would find them a dominant willing to respect their contracted boundaries and play with them for twenty-four hours. In the past eight years of supplying these services Sis had paired close to 200 submissive pets and their dominant owners.
Each of the pairs paid Sis an annual stipend commiserates with their level of income for this service. If for some reason their play dissolved so did the stipend.
The second group was D/s couples that needed a safe space to live out their desires. There were two categories of these, and that was the monogamous and the swingers. Once starting the service Sis expected less monogamous than there really were. Almost 80% of her couples either played alone or within groups of two or three and were not interested in outsiders being involved directly with their scene.
The third group paid the most and were the most difficult to deal with and they were the dominants looking for new subs. These were usually masochists that tired of submissives easily and it was usually because they went too far and broke the submissive's spirit. Ending up with what Sis referred to as Sub-Jelly. The few that had overstepped on the ranch never returned and went with a large taste of what they usually dished out from the hands of Sis and Ron.
Two that were treated that way, had been allowed to return as submissives. Sis had broken the two so badly that they only lived to serve her. She called them her doormats. They lived six days a week down by the tracks and worked in the Lighthouse homeless kitchen. They showed up at 6:30 pm. Went into the barn, showered, shaved any hair that had grown over the week, including eyebrows. Put on their gimp suits and prostrated themselves at the entrance of the playroom where their prostrated bodies fit into a ramp that all who entered walked across their backs.
The final category was the newbie looking for a submissive or a dominant and did not understand what they were doing. Many would think they were dominant and by the end of 24 hours would be on the end of a true dominants leash. Sis was not ready to submit Fran her newest submissive to the scene yet. She was too fresh. Fran, she had taken control over, just this morning.
It was a great night because Ron had one of his favorite personal customers here paying for their weekend each month. It was a lawyer couple that defended some of the worst dirtbags in the world and needed their monthly confessional with Ron to purge their systems for another month of getting the worst dirtbags off with a slap on the wrist. Tonight was about a group of politicians they got off.
Sis's customers were a pair of her favorites as well. Each was a couple, but they played as ponies together. The only time the men were out of their chastity cages were when they were dressed as ponies. The only time the women were out of their belts was during this 24 hours Sis would have them bred by two of her big black draft stallions. It was always after a successful cart ride in her custom-built cabriolet cart. The only time she rode with the top up was if it was raining that day.
Sis's 24/7 ponies and their trainer would arrive at 6:45 promptly. The trainer had been with Sis for the last two years after working under the previous trainer for a year. She was three years out of college. The trainer had taken a submissive male two months ago and Sis was going to have to talk to her about needing to train a replacement if she was getting ready to move on. Sis had found the pony trainers bored of training after about three to four years. As group submissive lifestyle ponies were a fairly predictable lot.
Tonight, as requested Toni had the two large drafts, and two male carters with four female individual sulky racers. The sulky track was separate from the carting track that she would be taking her four on tonight. There were five sulky races set up for tonight and three buyers were looking for new ponies to purchase. Sis had a couple that needed to move on while they still had their stamina. Being in their mid-thirties they were going to begin to slow soon.
Sis was greeting the members as they arrived. Julie the college volleyball coach from Sis's alma mater had her favorite pet on her leash, dressed out as a yorkie puppy. Sis was sure it was still the head of the psychology department. He had spent years trying to get athletic funding cut at the university and the volleyball coach put him in her bitch suit and he quieted down.
"Are you carting today, Mistress S? I like the little fuzzy ball sack and cock cover for you puppy. It adds authenticity." Sis told the 6'7" dominant female.
"He is only out of it now for official duties and I have the university winding those down so I can finally get him in it 24/7. The little cover feels so authentic when he lies on my lap, and I rub his belly. I am trying to figure out a way that he can lipstick for me out of the cover." Mistress S giggled at her own joke.
"If you figure it out, let me in on it and we will get rich selling it to bitch puppy owners worldwide." Sis said. "I will get the two carters hooked up to a surrey for you and your pup to enjoy the carting course. Would you like to drive them, or do you want a driver?"
"Is the driver cute?" Mistress S asked.