The Value of Julie - 6

The next day started with the newly established routine: breakfast, cleaning, exercises and a shower. Yet as the morning progressed, Julie became more and more nervous. She hadn't forgotten Mistress's instruction last evening. By the time she exited the bathroom, she was visibly shaking.

She sighed with relief when her mistress was not in the bedroom. However, she knew this would not be the end of it. Clearly, her lady wanted the act to be more deliberate and drawn out.

Julie picked up the whip with open palms and proceeded downstairs. She found her mistress in the living room. She stood before her for a moment, summoning up the courage to complete the instruction she had been given. She presented the whip to Ms. Cane. "Please, mistress, may I be whipped, please?"

Ms. Cane took the whip and smiled, "Certainly, dear. It is important for every slave to be tormented regularly. Lean over this chair, please."

Julie complied, and braced herself as the whipping began.

Following the whipping, Mistress simply ordered Julie to return it to its proper place.

The day proceeded with a variety of instructions. The butt plug was inserted, and the lady took full advantage of her naked pet. However, most of these instructions were of a domestic nature: cooking, cleaning, how to address guests, etc.

At all times Julie was reminded of her primary duties, and how to present herself. She stood, knelt, sat and bent over as she was instructed. Her breasts were regularly squeezed, fingers were inserted into her pussy, and all manner of sexual degradation became the norm.

The following days proceeded along much the same fashion. She serviced her mistress sexually and domestically. She was whipped, spanked, clamped, tied up, and gagged. She became familiar with all manner of torments and restraints. She learned to take it all in stride, and did not dare resist.

If she ever doubted herself, she just had to look into her mistress' eyes and see her smile. Ms. Cane was clearly pleased with her pet, and encouraged her at every step.

And the lovemaking and constant caressing enticed her further. She loved her mistress, and longed for every opportunity to taste her and pleasure her. Then, Mistress' introduction of a strap-on dildo made their play all the more fun.

The constant attention had the desired effect. With time, Julie became desensitized to her treatment. It was now completely natural for her to be used in any manner.

One day she was excited to learn they were going on a day trip to the country. Apparently Ms. Cane had some friends for whom she wanted to show off her new pet.

Julie donned one of her own dresses; one of the two deemed short enough that it gave her mistress access to her breasts and sex. Again, it felt strange to wear clothing. She remembered how to sit, and was in a constant state of arousal as they travelled.

They arrived at a large country home in the middle of nowhere. Ms. Cane immediately removed her pet's dress and tossed it in the car. She wanted her slave to be presented properly, naked with hands behind her back.

A couple in their mid-40s greeted them on the porch. They warmly welcomed Ms. Cane, and then turned their attention to the naked slave girl. "So, this is Julie."

Mr. and Mrs. Witter continued to appraise her, running their hands over her body and encircling her. They made various comments to Ms. Cane, all of which were positive.

Julie was proud to make such a good impression for her mistress.

They entered the home, and the discussion continued on the status of her training. Julie was never addressed and was constantly referred to in the third person. Needless to say, Julie didn't dare say a word.

Julie knelt in the living room between the sofa and chair, in which her mistress and their hosts were seated. The couple continued to pet her, and Julie absorbed the attention like a young puppy.

She only became startled when a naked woman entered the room and took orders for drinks. She was naked except for high heels, restraints and a collar. Julie couldn't help looking at this beautiful woman in her late 20s, average height, athletic build, 'C' cup breasts and long blond hair. Julie knew she was supposed to keep her eyes lowered in deference, but the excitement of seeing another slave was greater than she had realized.

Apparently the subject of discussion was a race of some kind. And given the glances at Julie and the other slave, it was apparent who the contestants were going to be.

The group walked to the back of the house. Mrs. Witter gave some instructions to her slave, who was finally addressed as Lillian. Upon her mistress' instruction, Lillian took her fellow slave's hand and led them both into a large shed.

They walked to a collection of hand-drawn carts, or were they rickshaws as Julie had seen in some tourist areas of the city. Whatever they were, Lillian selected two and pulled one out of the shed. Julie followed her lead with the other cart.

Their owners awaited them, with each of the ladies having a riding crop in their hands. Equally disturbing was the ponytails with butt plugs in the hands of Mr. Witter.

The slaves were provided running shoes, which confirmed it would be a real race rather than simple pony play. As the girls finished tying up their shoes, they were ordered to remain bent over. To no one's surprise, their asses were lubricated and the butt plugs inserted. The ponytails swished between their legs as the girls stood up.

Julie giggled slightly as the tail tickled her inner thighs.

They were then harnessed up to their respective carts. The ease with which Lillian was strapped in revealed how accustomed she was to these pony games. This made Julie nervous. She was racing a thoroughbred.

The final touch was a decorative headpiece, and bits were placed in their mouths. The two mistresses then sat in their respective carriages.

For Julie's benefit, the pony girls were allowed to warm up. Julie learned how to turn, and how to pace herself based on the pull or tension of the reins.

Once the ponies were ready, they were led to a track that twisted its way through the Witter's field. They lined up beside one another. Julie's heart was already beating fast with excitement and nerves; she wanted to do well for the pride of her mistress. Mr. Witter raised a race flag and called out, "On your mark... get set... Go!"

With the lash of the whip, they were off. Julie struggled at first, adjusting to the weight and her own exertion to run as fast as possible. Lillian pulled her mistress to an early lead, but Julie soon found the ability to keep pace. The riding crop along her back ensured that giving up was not an option.

Lillian handled each turn with precision. Yet with her burst of energy, Julie made up ground on the straightaways.

Their muscles were on fire, and their breath was laboured. As they entered the home stretch, the mistresses, knowing their slaves were fatigued, egged them on further, whipping them liberally.

Julie managed to pull even, but with 100 meters to go, Lillian found her second wind and pulled forward. With this final surge, Lillian pulled her mistress across the finish line a full cart length ahead of her young challenger.

Both slaves gasped for breath as they passed the finish line. The mistresses rewarded them with petting and stroking of their beautiful manes. Alexandra soothed her pet with encouragement, "Good girl, good girl..." They were then released from their harnesses, head dress removed, and they were allowed to remove their shoes. And to Julie's disappointment, the ponytails were removed.

Before they moved on, Ms. Cane whispered in her pet's ear, "This was your first time, running against a champion pony; therefore, you did good considering. However, next time you lose a race, you will be punished." Julie nodded her head in acknowledgement.

With a pat to their behinds, the girls were directed to the back of the house. The slaves were then ordered to stand with their legs apart and hands behind their heads. A garden hose was picked up by Mr. Witter, and he then unceremoniously washed them down. The water was cold, and their bodies tensed up in response. They were circled with the hose to ensure that the water reached their entire bodies.

Once the pets were cleaned, the group walked to the patio.

Ms. Cane and their hosts sat at the table having a light dinner. Their slaves knelt at their sides, eating their meals from bowls on the floor. Once again, Julie simply followed the example of her slave sister, and did not want to disappoint her mistress by complaining about this dehumanizing act.

After dinner, the owners continued their conversation for a short while in the lounge. Then, while there was still light outside, Alexandra decided she needed to start the drive home.

Julie was instructed to kiss the feet of their hosts, which she did so humbly, and then they departed. Julie dressed in the car as they pulled out of the laneway.