Pleasure Dungeon I,II,III Package: Whipped into Submission, The Naughty Lady Gets a Spanking, Ginger and the Gadget in Her Rear

by John Rivers

  “Hey, John. How are you this morning? This is Susan.” She had remembered not to use her real name.

  “Hey, Susan. How are you?”

  “I’m fine.”

  “What’s going on this morning?”

  “I was wondering if I could come by in the next day or so. My butthole is hot again. Also, I wanted to ask you a question.” She lowered her voice.

  John gave a little chuckle. “I don’t see why not. What’s your question?”

  “Is it possible that I could be like these women they call submissive. Is that why I like to have unorthodox things done to me?”

  “I suppose we all are submissive when it comes to things that give us pleasure.”

  “Come on, John. You’re dancing around the question. Is that why I enjoyed what you did to me? Is that why I enjoyed what you and Gordon did to me in the dungeon? That was the most humiliating and demeaning thing a person could have done to them and I enjoyed the hell out of it.”

  “I hate to tell you, Susan, but your little session in the dungeon was not the most humiliating thing possible. There’s other things a lot more humiliating and demeaning.” John gave a little chuckle.

  “Are you telling me I could top that? Name one thing.”

  “I’ll name you two just off the top of my head without thinking real hard. Probably the most humiliating thing would be to be flogged. I’m not talking about the flogging Gordon and I do, but the real thing. There are women and even men who submit to that. They’ll pay money to have done what was once only done to prisoners.”

  “Have you ever flogged anyone like that?”

  “No, ma’am. That’s sick. There’s a different between having a fetish and being totally insane.”

  “What’s the other thing?”

  “I’d say being trained as a pony girl.”

  “Pony girl. What’s that?”

  “That where women are trained to act like ponies.”

  “Are they beaten?”

  “No, they aren’t beaten or hurt as such, but they have to do a lot of humiliating things.”

  “Like what.” Lana had no idea why this subject had piqued her interest. “Do they do more than you and Gordon done to me in the dungeon?”

  “You don’t even want to know.”

  “Yes, I do. You have aroused my curiosity.”

  “Ok. They put a saddle on your back and make you crawl around on your knees. Naked.”

  “That don’t sound so bad. A saddle isn’t very heavy.”

  John didn’t respond.

  Lana laughed. “How do you go about being a pony girl?”

  “There’s places that trains women. They go there and sign an agreement. They are on their own. Their husbands and boyfriends can’t hang around. That’s the rules. They are there for the duration, which might be a week or longer.”

  “I’d think I’d like that, but I wouldn’t be able to stay.”

  “Are you serious?”

  “I think so.” Lana laughed nervously.

  It seemed John was thinking on something.

  “If you’re really serious, I might can make that happen. On the other hand, I don’t think you’d like it once you’ve tried it.”

  “Try me.”

  “Ok, here’s what I’m thinking. I know a place where they train pony girls. The owner and I are sort of friends. For me, he might make an exception. What if I could get you a quickie? Just get them to put you through the paces?”

  “Sounds good. It also sounds so naughty,” She ran a hand over her pussy and rubbed her clit a couple of times.

  “It’s naughty alright, I guarantee that. Exactly where do you live, Susan? I’d have to take you.”

  “Right now, I’m in Pahrump.”

  “What do you do in Pahrump?”

  “I’m managing a brothel.”

  John didn’t ask if she was also turning tricks. Of course, he was smart enough to know that if she was servicing customers, she wouldn’t need what he did for her. “That’s fantastic. The place is not far from Pahrump. I’ll give them a call and I’ll get back with you.”

  In the last few days Lana had come to a decision to savor all the little things she could while she had the opportunity. No doubt, in a few days Walter would have found a replacement and he would demand she come home. He was probably tired of eating T.V. dinner on nights he wasn’t fooling around. She supposed she could still visit the dungeon and pay John a visit on occasions, but she’d had intentions of savoring a little forbidden fruit while here at the brothel. She had wondered if she would like to work in one of these places and she supposed she had answered that question. No, she wouldn’t want to be a prostitute per se, but she did like running the place as long as there was an occasional opportunity to have her needs satisfied. No, she didn’t want to make her living fucking.

  Another thought had recently entered her mind. If Walter had even an inkling of what she was doing, not only here, but in Vegas, he would use it against her should their marriage ever dissolve. It would serve her well to get the goods on him before he got them on her. She’d bet John would know a good private detective. She’d mention this the next time she saw him.

  Orientals frequented the brothel quite often. Tonight, she watched as Jena led one down the hall and into one of the small party rooms where the negotiations took place. The small middle age man kept glancing at Lana. It was hard to tell if she held a fascination for him or if he was enthused by a near naked woman sitting behind a bar.

  One of the other girls took his friend to another party room. Business had been mediocre tonight and Lana’s thoughts had drifted in another direction. She occasionally gave thought to her conversation with John and wondered if he would be able to arrange for her to visit the place he mentioned. He said he would have to take her. She supposed that would mean he would be there to watch.

  A few minutes later, Jena was coming down the hall toward the bar by herself. There was no one else in the front at the present. “Miss Lana, he wants you. The only problem is he wants anal. He doesn’t speak much English. He kept pointing up here and saying, older lady, older lady, butthole, butthole. I didn’t know if you did anal. I told him I’d find out.”

  Lana felt a little tingling in her groin as well as her butthole. She pretended to think on it a while before saying, “I can try.” She wrinkled her brow. She didn’t want to seem anxious.

  “You sure, Miss Lana?”

  “I’m sure.”

  “Do you know how to use your sphincter to squeeze? They love that. It gets them off faster. Squeeze and loosen your pucker string just like you were squeezing and loosening your hand.”

  Lana had never thought about that. She’d try it.

  Fifteen minutes later she was in Jena’s room. The little Japanese or Korean or whatever was already lying on the bed on his back. He had an erection. He might have been just a little larger than she expected, but not by much. She shouldn’t have a problem.

  The little man had a shit-eating grin on his face. “You top, butthole.” She interpreted that as meaning she should straddle him and put his dick up her ass in this position. She could do that. Searching atop a dresser, she found a jar of lubricant. Taking a generous portion on her fingertip, she reached back and pulled aside one cheek and applied the thick, slippery stuff to her anus. Taking a Kleenex, she wiped her finger and crawled onto the bed.

  Positioned over the man, she squatted until she could feel his dick touching her bottom. Balancing with one hand, with the other she guided it to her anus. Once she had it centered, she eased down, taking just the head until she felt she was dilated enough to continue. A few seconds later, she relaxed and ease down, taking the shaft to the hilt. It felt as if she had just wrapped her asshole around this man dick. She remembered what Jena had told her about using the sphincter. She began squeezing. Surprisingly, it heightened the enjoyment for her as well. It felt entirely different when she squeezed.

  She squeezed several times before pushing up and
then letting her butt slowly drop. She got a rhythm going. As she was coming down, she let her sphincter relax, taking the shaft as deep as into her rectum as it would go. Tightening her pucker muscle again, she squeezed the object in her ass as she pushed upward.

  She had learned something today. This felt so good. The customer was enjoying it as well. His eyes were closed and he seemed to have a smile on his face. She would do this with the next man to fuck her up the ass. This could very well be the fat man—uh, John. She still sometimes thought of him as the fat man. She wondered if it was possible to do this in other positions, such as on all fours and being taken from behind.

  This lasted a while until the man started to thrust up and down. This spoiled her rhythm. Once it slipped out and she had to reinsert it. She finally stopped moving and simply squatted above him as him seemed determined to pound her ass into a different shape. As he climaxed, his dick pulsated deep inside her anal cavity like a fluttering bird. She again squeezed her sphincter. This felt so good.

  Chapter Seven

  Well, good ole John had set it up, bless his little buttfucking heart. He met her in a parking lot in Pahrump and she had gotten in his car for the short ride toward the California line. She kind of liked John despite the fact the man needed to lose a hundred pounds. Although she was enjoying the scenery, she was a little concerned about the situation she might find herself in once they were there.

  “What else do they do to the women there? Have you ever seen them put a saddle on a woman?”

  “Actually, I’ve never witnessed the “training.” I’ve brought a couple of ladies up here and left. As a rule, they don’t let any outsiders such as husbands or boyfriends or any kind of friends hang around. The owner did say he’d make an exception in my case today since we’d only be here a few hours.”

  “Guess what, I got my ass fucked the other day. Right after I talked to you. If you remember I told you then that my butthole was hot.”

  “I was looking forward to doing that myself.” He looked as if he might be just a little disappointed.

  “Don’t worry. You can still do it. On the way back we’ll stop somewhere secluded and you can do it to your heart desire.” She let her eyes sweep over several rock formations that might offer an ideal place for them to do that. “I also learned something. I learned to squeeze my pucker,” she added.

  “Good for you. I trained you well.”

  “Actually, that’s something I picked up later.”

  “I’ll let you show me.”

  They turned off the main road, if the stretch of two-lane could be called a main road, and onto what was little more than a dirt trace. Before long they came to a rambling ranch house with several weather-beaten outbuildings. There were cattle beyond a fence surrounding the property.

  “This is a real working ranch,” John informed her.

  Lana was quite nervous by now. If this was a ranch, would there be cowboys standing around watching her?

  “You told them I can’t be struck or have any marks on my body, didn’t you?”

  “This is the pony-girl training, not the flogging training.”

  “This place does both?”

  “Yes.”

  A sign stated to enter on the left side of the house. As they entered, to their left was a large desk. A tall slender man dressed in jeans and a western shirt sit behind the desk. He also wore a cowboy hat. He might have been anywhere between fifty and seventy. He had a large grey mustache.

  He stood to shake with John, but ignored Lana.

  “I brought the pony for the one day session we discussed.”

  “Good. The first thing she needs to do is sign this release.” He directed the statement to John, continuing to ignore Lana.

  Well, she guessed since she was a pony, she couldn’t speak. She perused the document without reading the entire contents. That would have taken all day. She signed it.

  “What you need to do now is undress her so I can give her a good exam. Take off everything other than her shoes.” Yesterday, John had told her she needed to wear a pair of high-heels. “You need to put her things back in your car. We’re not responsible since we don’t have storage.”

  John nod toward Lana, indicating for her to start stripping.

  Well, she thought, this is it.

  Once she had stripped, John gathered her clothes and returned to the car. Meanwhile the man rose from the desk. Moving to stand in front of Lana, he took a small chain with clamps on each end from his desktop. Lana had worn something similar in the dungeon. Lifting an entire breast, he attached a clamp to a nipple. Lifting the other breast, he attached the other end of the chain to the other nipple.

  Walking behind her, he placed his hand on the back of her neck and bend her forward until she had to support herself with her hands. The man dropped to one knee behind her and spread her pussy lips. He then separated her butt cheeks. By now, John had returned.

  “She looks healthy enough. We shouldn’t have any problem training her.” That said, he went around his desk and opened a drawer. He removed a set of blinders and a ball gag. Moving back to stand to her front, rather than ask her to open her mouth, he pressed his fingers against her cheeks to force the upper and lower jaw to separate. He then slipped the ball gag into her mouth. If Lana had had any objections, she had missed her chance to voice them.

  He attached the blinders and took a small coil of rope and tied her hands behind her back. Once he had done this, he went to the far wall and remove a collar with a short chain. He put the collar around Lana’s neck and went back to his desk chair.

  Wouldn’t Walter love to have a picture of this in case he ever needed it?

  When he lifted the receiver, Lana heard him tell someone to come and get her. A couple of minutes later, another cowboy, this one young, but also tall, appeared through the door.

  “This one ready to be outfitted for a tail, Tex.”

  Tex simply nodded and grasped the end of Lana’s chain. Apparently, not considering she might have a problem in the high-heel shoes, he forced Lana to hurriedly walk behind him. Her heels beat a tattoo crossing the floor. Once they were out the door and the sun was beating down on her naked body, she tried to look back, but couldn’t because of the blinders as well as for watching where she stepped. As far as she knew, John was right behind her. She certainly hoped he was.

  Entering the breezeway of a large barn, Lana saw something that shocked her even more. At the far end were three naked women outfitted like herself. One end of the chains attached to their necks were attached to the wall. They were tethered like horses at a hitching rail. Just as this was computing, she heard a scream. Turning her head quickly, in the middle of a corral was a post. A naked woman was tied to that post and she was being flogged. Lana was afforded only a brief look before she was pulled into another section of the barn.

  This section had concrete flooring with a large drain in the center. The concrete was wet. Past the drain and a few feet from the far wall, several rings were bolted to the floor. Against the wall was a hose looped around a large peg mounted to the wall. At the end of the hose was what appeared to be a nozzle of some sorts.

  Tex lead Lana to the wall and pulled her chain downward until he could attach his end to a floor mounted ring. For the second time, Lana was now bent over in such a manner, that had her hands not been tied, she would have placed them on the floor for support. Raising her head a high as it would go, she saw John watching from a few feet away. This was so demeaning, she wished he wouldn’t watch. She now had to agree with him that this was the most humiliating thing she could possible comprehend. Little did she know there was more to come.

  Bent over in this uncomfortable position, she heard what sounded like the hose being unfurled from the wall. This was why it was wet in this area. I’m about to be washed down with a hose like a horse. She steeled herself against what would no doubt be a flood of cold water. From across the room, another cowboy was coming toward her. Compared to Tex, this one wa
s short. Walking behind her, she felt his hands on her butt, spreading her cheeks. Still considering she would be hosed down, she had the shock of her life when Tex plunged the nozzle attached to the hose into her rectum. She could feel the water rushing into her colon. Seconds later, her belly hurt like it had never hurt before.

  “That should be enough, Tex,” she heard the short cowboy say above a blinding wave of pain.

  A moment later she felt the nozzle removed. “Get her to the drain,” Tex told his companion. Even before Tex’s companion could unhook her and situate her over the drain, a torrent of water erupted from her bowels. Tex immediately hosed not only that area of the floor, but her behind as well. Once her rear was pointed toward the drain, Lana realized she would not be able to squat with her hands tied behind her back. The best she could do was to hunker down somewhat as another wave erupted. Tex dragged the hose behind her and washed off her bottom and the area around the drain.

  The crashing pain in her belly had eased, but there was still water in her. To a much lesser extent, she need to go again. She did, but could still feel the irritation in her colon. Even in this blinding moment of pain and humiliation, she recalled the old euphemism of “just sit and drain.” She didn’t know how could she think of something like that at this time, but that was what she needed. It would take a while to evacuate her bowels. She didn’t think these people were going to give her that time.

  To compound her misery and humiliation, through pain induced tears, she saw that the old man from the office had come out to witness this. He was standing a few feet away talking to John. He appeared to be explaining something. John seemed to be listening. Her back growing tired from holding this position, she felt another wave. After a moment or two, it erupted. My god, what have I got myself into. I’m having to shit in front of these people.

  “She’s still not running clear,” she heard Tex say behind her just as he hit her butt with another stream of water from the hose. “She’s gonna need another shot. You can’t put her tail in until she cleaned out. Bend her over again and spread her butt.”