You will be my slut and do as I say and I think after thissession we will no longer have this problem. Shelley I will needthe whip."As Shelley handed ...er this four or five foot whip I could do inmy fear is stare at just how hot she looked walking around mewith her heels clicking and the whip dragging across my back.Finally she stopped to one side of me and started to rub thewhip up and down my panty hose covered legs. Her huge breastwhere now ready to jump out of the leather top as she started. Ohhh...” filled the darkness. Soon Nicole was once more standing with her front hooves on the barn wall as she emptied herself. She was to lean against the back wall five more times over the next two hours before the cramps and spasms finally passed.She wandered weakly up to the front of the stall. She could see the small trough filled with the bluish water. It looked black in the dim light. She could also see the large trough filled with water. She really wanted to jump into the trough like it. I slowly and very methodically bind first one, then the other, pushing them out and making them bulbous and quite red, blood gorged as it were. I pop on a couple of c-clamps to her expanded nipples. I tighten them slowly and allow the pain to rise nicely and sensually. My slut moans. I say, “Does my slut like the pain, smiling evilly.”She moans again. I smack her face lightly and then yank back on her hair hard. She grimaces as I say, “You love it bitch, I know you do!”Now I tell her to raise. I got a beer and brought them over to the table. Bex had settled down in a small booth in the corner of the room. We sat drinking our drinks, my head getting a little hazy from the alcohol, we flirted outrageously, laughing and joking. We had almost finished our drinks, as the bell rang for last orders. “Would you like another drink, or should we head home?” I asked. Bex looked at me and a wry smile spread across her face “Let us go for a drink at yours” she smiled before sliding her hand over.