My hands went to work out of instinct, without needing conscious control. One leapt to my chest, rubbing my little breasts and my engorged, jutting ni...ples. The other went to the limp nub of flesh that remained in my crotch, rubbing the head of my tiny cock. I was groaning as I fondled myself, feeling myself get closer and closer to orgasm.All the time, the same image was in my mind. Myself, lying on my stomach, looking around suddenly to notice a teenage boy staring at my ass. Staring. "Gabby?" she said. "Are you happy?" Certainly I am, Mistress. I love being yours. I love the dresses. Ihave even grown accustomed to my cock cage. I think it's beautiful now."Cat smiled.She was happy, too. And she was going to get happier.***Mittens moved on all fours in the darkness. She slinked across the room,then rubbed against her scratching post.Starlight reached down and rubbed her head. She purred, then moved fromthe post to Starlight's legs. Starlight reached down and dropped. He gave me a drink and told me to catch up to everyone else. He didn’t really need to tell me twice because I was ready for alcohol after the boss was bitchy most of the day at work.With a beer in my hand, he showed me around his place. I noticed some good looking men and women at the party as we walked around. The last part of his tour was his bedroom. It was clean which is more than I can say about my room, it has clothes thrown about it. I noticed there was a hole in his closet door. A. Without protest. Without even the need for further urging. I know that there will be pain. That this will leave me sore. Even so, I bend across the horse, trusting Gaspazha to take care of me.She unlocks the padlock that holds my wrists to my belt, takes it off and methodically straps me on to the spanking horse. And, I lay there, my belly against the cool leather of the horse, and allow her to do it. Without protest. Am I just becoming chronically obedient or trusting or secretly looking.