I quickly looked away afraid he might think I was some weirdo. I grabbed my bags out of the car, walking up to the house I could feel their eyes on my...back watching every move I made. Opening the door and stepping inside the house looked spacious and inviting. Our furniture for the most part was not accounted for, and we would have to do with sleeping bags for the first few nights. "Isn't this great? Brand new start-" Brand new opportunities." I finished for her. She turned to look at. All of them bore the telltalemarks on their backs, flanks, and chest of a recent, severe whipping; mostof the welts were still oozing blood. Instead of the usual cross-tie and bracesupports used to keep a ponyslave on their feet, there was a web of rustedwire and poles standing upright on the dirt floor. Mike's eyes were drawn to one ponyslave. A girl, he could tell by the smallbut full breasts on the figure. There were two poles under her, one shoveddeeply into her cunt and one in her anus.. It's going to take a while to get them off but at least they won't come loose on you today." Stephanie assured me. That was a comfort. "They look really nice." Pam told me smiling. I had put my bra and camisole back on and the shapes underneath looked real. Right down to the slight impression of the fake nipples. I was almost dressed again when I heard the studio door open out front and voices. I quickly put my jacket back on. They all came up from the offices. The first floor must have been. It was good -- VERY good -- good like it hadn't been for her in a long time... The change of position caused him to be in an even better position to poke her 'G-spot' and his cock felt good sliding in and out of her. She reached down to rub her nubbin and he didn't complain -- he just kept feeding her his tongue to suck and play with. She drifted into a dream state punctuated by flashes from her prostate that floated on layers of pleasure provided by his lips and his cock and boosted by her.