? Normally you would stand upstraight, head down, feet together and await instructions.? But for now, it is time for ponytraining.? You will learn how...to putamber?s tack on and later help me with cleaning her up.? Oh, I almost forgot. I have decided that youwill wear a collar during our sessions.?Come with me. ? He led her over to a sideboard and retrieved a collar.? Looking at the collar, Laura almostbolted.? This was just a little toomuch.? But then she relaxed. It was aminor thing and no one. I was so stupid. Nothing was going to change me. I was never going to be the pretty girl in the video. I was never going to be someone’s beloved pet, someone’s cherished slave. I wasn’t thinking clearly as I almost slammed the door shut, turning, dejected, to see one of the tall black metal frames against the wall. I walked up to it slowly, running both hands down it, and trying to understand how it workedIt was taller and wider than a doorframe, sturdily braced against the floor, with a crank. It was the lever I'd seen sticking up from the floor. It looked like an old gearshift knob, a think steel pole with a ceramic ball at the top. Finally, I felt him shove something into my ass and something else into my pussy. He slid a low stool across the floor and positioned it so I could rest my belly on it. I relaxed slightly onto it, my back arched just a bit.Nobody said anything for a long time, they just stood and stared at me, naked, exposed, and plugged with strange devices I didn't. If I'm home, and if I feel like it, I'll suck them off. I don't want to know who it is so they stick their dick through that knothole. I blow them and they stay in there until I leave.”“You're shitting me? You give blow jobs through a knothole to guys that you don't even know?”“No, I know them. I just don't want to think about who they are. I just love practising my b.j. technique.”“But it's Thursday. Didn't you say that this happens on Saturday?”“Yeah, I guess that one of them got horny a.