by Johnny Stone
“Well, let’s get going then, before all the food is gone!”
Like that would ever happen I thought, rolling my eyes with a smirk. There was enough food and outlandish delicacies for ten times the amount of attending guests; all of it imported from off world by one of Donovan’s private shuttles. Nathan had some silly notion that one of the other Landowners might take advantage of the opportunity to poison us all in one massive swoop if we had it catered locally.
I snuggled up just a little closer to him as we made our way to the waiting car, whispering in his ear.
“Do you have it with you, Sir?”
I never knew whether Nathan had my remote or not; we had it modified with a simple off switch in addition to the pain and pleasure controls so the frequency wasn’t continually active any longer. Unfortunately there was no way of removing the pain option from it; Nathan had several tech guys try. It was all or nothing because of the way it had been designed, and I wasn’t about to give up the pleasure setting. After he grew comfortable with using my remote, and my sexual helplessness because of it, I seriously doubted if Nathan wanted to lose that aspect of it either.
Thankfully he’d slowly grown accustomed to the familiar title of Sir from me when we were alone, along with Master. In a way, I actually think he was starting to enjoy it now, because he gave me that cute, evil grin of his that answered my question better than words ever could.
“Are you going to-” I gasped, staggering under a dizzying wash of euphoria. My pussy trembled and my body came alive with heat as I reeled in the wonderful aftermath of a spontaneous orgasm. It faded just as quickly when Nathan took his hand out of his jacket pocket.
“I’m going to tease you like that all night long, for hours, you realize that, don’t you?” He growled seductively in my ear.
“Yes, Sir,” I gulped with a fluttering heart and burning cheeks. I was really in for it tonight by the looks of it. Good, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I’d been surprised as well as relieved that Nathan didn’t destroy the remote like I thought he would. Maybe when I gave it to him it was my way of saying how much I loved and trusted him, how I wanted to become his helpless sex slave. I think he understood the gesture at the time, and by keeping it, he had wordlessly accepted my offer and his role as Master with me.
The remote only came out of hiding from his secured safe when we were alone, or if he wanted to tease me on special occasions like tonight apparently. I never knew a man could be so deviously clever when it came to teasing and denial until now. One of Nathan’s favorite games to play with me was turning the remote on high pleasure, and simply breathing on some of my more erogenous zones. My Master could make me cum like a waterfall, over and over, without so much as laying a finger on me. Tonight it looked as if I would have to suffer in another way, in a constant state of arousal, until we got home.
Deep down, I think coming to Slave World was the best thing that ever happened to me. I can never put into words the joy I find in being a pony slave, becoming free for the first time in my life, as apparently it was meant to be. I met Nathan, and have the closest thing to friends and a family again that I’ve had in years. I’m actually happy with who I am for the first time in my life, and the medication implant has finally started to balance out my slew of mental illnesses that I wasn’t even aware that I had until Nathan revealed the true extent of them to me. He was even taking something for his anger issues and mood swings that had followed him home from the war in the form of a post traumatic stress disorder. Nathan was such a different person to be around now, always smiling, always happy.
And who can forget my remote, the one time nemesis that controls my sexual desire with the touch of a button? I wouldn’t give it up for anything in the world now, except for Nathan, the man I love. The things we’d discovered with it thus far only hinted at the limitless boundaries of raw, sexual energy and passion I was capable of. At times, it seems impossible to even comprehend what my life will be like as his pony girl and a dutiful slave, but it sure will be fun finding out.
Also by Johnny Stone:
Misadventures In Infidelity
Steam & Spurs
The Devil’s Dance
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