PART 1

The lovely Lady, dressed in a flattering, feminine, black skirt and vest outfit, swept into the outer office, where Josh sat, prioritizing his Mistress' to-do list for her. So engrossed was he, that he didn't even see her enter, and was still unaware of her presence, as he stepped to the front of his small, basically-appointed reception desk.

"I want to see your mistress... now, slut... NOW!" She added angrily.

Startled, he looked up, and swallowed dryly. Quickly, he averted his eyes from hers. There was something vaguely familiar about her voice, but he just couldn't place it.

"YES, m'lady! Instantly, m'lady!" he quickly acquiesced, poising his finger over the intercom button on his phone.

"...Whom shall I say is calling, m'lady?" he asked sheepishly, careful to keep his eyes from hers.

"Just get her! NOW, slave! Obey me this instant!" she demanded, giving him a sharp slap across the face for effect.

"Yes, m'lady!" he blurted, pressing the small red button. There was a muffled, buzzing noise. For several moments, there was no answer. The moments seemed very long to him, as he could actually feel the anger of this pretty Goddess. He began to perspire, knowing that he knew Her voice, from... well... from somewhere.

"...Are you Tiffany's office slut then?" she inquired in an even tone.

"Yes, m'lady. I am also her personal, as well, m'lady." he answered with a quiet, respectful tone. Something about her told him that he did not want to provoke this lovely woman in the least. He kept his eyes down.

"I see." she allotted, adding, "Then you are the one responsible for passing on her messages, slave?"

"Yes, m'lady. I..." His face went pale-white, and his heart fell to the pit of his gut. NOW he knew who she was! She was Lady Alexandra Fernleigh of Fernleigh & Daughters. His Mistress had been courting this woman's business for over a month, trying to close a contract that would allow his Mistress' company to train and provide admin-assistant males to Fernleigh & Daughters' law firm. The message for a contract-closing lunch had been on his machine last Friday - a week past! He had initially been unable to issue the message to his Mistress, and had since forgotten it. Now he was, he assumed, as good as dead. Cruellan Females take their business very seriously.

The bothered voice of his Mistress answered finally.

"What?? What in bloody hell are you bothering me with now, slut? This had better be important. Any word from Lady Fernleigh?" she asked, in afterthought.

"Y... Yes, Mistress..." he stuttered into the speaker. "Lady Fernleigh is... well, she's standing here now, Mistress..." he trailed off.

"Really" she said. "Well, don't just sit there like the ball-heavy-beast that you are; escort the lady in, slave."

"Yes, mistress! Instantly, mistress!" he acknowledged. Pushing himself quickly from the desk, he slipped quickly to his knees at the heavy, closed door of his mistress' office, and opened it.

As she swept past him, he glanced up to see Lady Fernleigh pausing to look down at him. She was smiling the wicked smile of a Cruellan Woman about to see a male killed because of her.

"...You forgot, didn't you, slave?" she smiled sweetly down to him.

Quickly averting his eyes to her black, four-inch pumps. "...Yes, m'lady..."

She drew the back of a long, manicured nail along his hairline, causing him to tremble visibly. "You're going to suffer horribly for it, you know," she prompted.

"...Yes, m'lady..." he answered, miserable with the knowledge that she spoke the absolute truth.

With a chuckle, she stepped past him, and closed the door behind her, leaving him alone with his thoughts of terror, in a room that seemed somehow to be closing in on him.

The intercom buzzed, causing him to nearly leap from his chair. Glancing at the wall-clock, he realized that a full twenty minutes had passed since her entry into his mistress' professional, well-appointed office. He jabbed his finger onto the pick-up button.

"...Yes, Mistress??" he asked, as if he expected to be told to bring in coffee for his mistress and her guest.

"I want you in here, slave." Mistress Tiffany growled femininely. "...NOW." She added.

"Yes, mistress," he responded, closing the channel and leaping to the door. He slipped to his knees, and knocked.

"Get your worthless carcass in here!" came the muffled voice of Mistress Tiffany, the holder of life and death for him.

He pushed open the door, and crawled into the office, stopping to kneel-back at the room's centre, his chin pressed into his chest.

"...Slave," his mistress commenced, "I have good news and bad news. The good news is, that despite your almost botching this agreement between myself and this lovely lady, we have managed to salvage it."

Josh swallowed, a wave of relief washing through him like a suddenly-opened storm tunnel.

"The bad news is," she continued, smiling at his momentary ease "that in order to do so, I had to promise Alexandra, here, that I would discipline the bloody hell out of you in front of her for this unacceptable breech of professionalism, and that she was more than welcome to help me to teach you to be more conscientious in your duties as an office slut."

The relief that he had felt dissipated like a puff of smoke, and he suddenly became acutely aware of the two vixens watching him.

"...But... but mistress...!" he commenced pleadingly, "Aphrodite-as-my-Witness! I had tried to pass the message to you that day, mistress, but you kept tell..."

"SILENCE, WORM!!" Mistress Tiffany shouted, startling him visibly, "Neither myself nor Alexandra are interested in your lame excuses! Now still that male-tongue before I carve it from your mouth with my letter-opener!"

The slave fell instantly silent, head bowed, eyes between his knees.

"Right, then." Mistress Tiffany quipped, turning her attention to her new associate. "Your call. What would you like done to him. Anything you please, except for ending his miserable existence. I may want that pleasure myself, after I get him home tonight, you know."

Both Women chuckled at the threatening humor.

"Hmmmm...." Lady Alexandra hummed thoughtfully. "Okay, let's say we start with a good, old-fashioned Cruellan caning, shall we?"

"A splendid start!" Mistress Tiffany affirmed. She then snapped her fingers, and tapped a red nail on the top of her desk. "Bend your backside over this desk, slave." She demanded coolly to the chattel trembling on its knees in the centre of her office.

"Yes, Mistress!" he acknowledged. Crawling quickly to the desk on all-fours, he then stood, only just enough to bend over the glass-covered desktop.

His head spinning with dread, he sensed his pretty, blonde Mistress hand something over his back to Lady Alexandra.

"Ummmm!" Lady Alexandra purred. "My, MY! Is this cane new?"

"Why yes, actually. I picked it up on the way in this morning, in fact. Something told me it might just come in handy today. Don't know what," she teased.

"Cruellan Intuition of course, my dear." Lady Alexandra suggested playfully, drawing the thin, tan, virgin cane through her fingers. "May I?" she asked politely.

"By all means, please do. If you happen to break it on him, he'll be punished for that, as well, of course." She reached across the desktop to tangle her fingers in her slave's hair, holding him for the beating he was about to get.

By the time Lady Alexandra had handed the cracked cane back to Mistress Tiffany, it no longer looked new. The male bent across the desk was whimpering and sniffling, having just received one of the worse canings he could remember. She must have issued him over a hundred, stinging blows to his back, and shoulders. Throughout the paced-but-vicious beating, his own Mistress held him securely in place by his hair, seemingly content to allow her new associate to cane her private property until she chose to stop. It had been awful for him.

Mistress Tiffany rose, and stepped around the desk, her shapely hips swaying sexily as she moved.

Again knotting Her perfectly-manicured fingers in his hair, Mistress Tiffany hauled him up from the desk, then immediately directed him back to his knees on the floor.

"Look at me," she cooed, pulling back on his hair to force his eyes up to Hers. "USELESS SLUT!" she scolded. She then spat wetly into his face, then slapped him so hard that his ears rang. "Head down!" she barked, using her grip in his hair to enforce her will upon him. She then roughly attached a dog-lead around the neck of the errant male.

"Sit back, beast," she said, tugging upward to remove the slack from the leash, "...and thank the nice lady for beating you senseless for shirking one of your few responsibilities."

Josh spoke quietly, respectfully, and directly to the hem of Lady Alexandra's tight, black skirt. "Th... Thank You, m'lady, for taking th..."

"No, you stupid pig!" Mistress Tiffany screamed down at him, delivering a bruising kick to his thigh with the toe of Her black, five-inch pump. "Not like that, idiot! Thank Her PROPERLY!" With this, She shoved him to the floor at the feet of Lady Alexandra.

He knew instantly what was expected of him. He pressed his lips to the arch of Lady Alexandra's right foot, showering it with passionate kisses.

"Thank you, m'lady! Thank you for correcting me, m'lady!" he gushed. He could clearly smell the sweet aroma of a Lady's stocking-clad feet, after they'd been encased all morning in the soft, leather of high-heeled shoes. His cock stirred, instinctively, behind the plain, black, g-string cotton pouch his Mistress had tossed at him this morning.

Lady Alexandra allowed herself to be amused like this for a few moments, then mischievously mentioned to his Mistress that she more enjoyed a prostrate male when being adored.

"Down, slavebeast," Mistress Tiffany commanded, using a few biting jabs of Her heel on his bum and swats with the cane to enforce the command.

Josh fell heavily to the floor beneath his Mistress' prodding spike, his lips never daring to lift from Lady Alexandra's arches and toe clefts.

"On your back, slave," Mistress Tiffany said, again using her sharp heel-tip to discourage any dallying. Once he was on his back, Lady Alexandra planted the gritty sole of Her shoe on his lips, and pressed down.

"Clean, slave." She purred down at him. As he began trying to shove his tongue between the bottom of her pump and his teeth, he focused his eyes upon his own Mistress, who was glaring down at him. She was not simply enjoying herself with her slave; she was legitimately upset with him. When she'd locked his eyes to hers, she sent a mock kiss to him, and then pressed a heel deeply against his groin, next to his bulging cock.

"Well, I don't know about you, Mistress Tiffany said to her new friend, but I'm getting rather warm.

Seeing Mistress Tiffany's firm, flat stomach and full cleavage, Lady Alexandra quickly decided to at least get hers off her shoulders, to afford Mistress Tiffany a view of her own Cruellan charms.

Josh could hardly contain himself. Above him was his own Mistress, a young, blonde Goddess in every sense, and a statuesque, raven-haired beauty. Regardless of their' treatment of him, he was, as all males are, bound and fated to crave the touch and favors of beautiful females. This was why, even as he lapped at the menacing heel of a Goddess, his very life dependant on a Woman's whim, he was, by now, fully erect. For amusement Alexandra scraped the heel sharply across his face, then gouged it down into his gum.

Mistress Tiffany noticed his erection, and instantly began pressing a heel deeply into his meat, causing him to gasp with shock and pain. Pulling up tightly on the leash, She continued to press slowly down with Her foot until it sprung to the side from beneath the heel, driving the spike painfully into his pelvis. She held her stance, satisfied that he was feeling and realizing her displeasure with him. While his pretty Mistress enjoyed teasing and torturing him for his helpless, unsolicited lust of her, Lady Alexandra insisted that he lick and kiss up and down the back of her heel.

For quite some time, Josh was made to suffer beneath the tall, slender heels of the two Ladies. He was kicked, jabbed and even trodden upon by the two heartless beauties. His Mistress' spikes, taller and slimmer than Lady Alexandra's, gave him the worst of it.

After a bit of this, they both paused for a rest and a smoke, After all, it is hard work, keeping control of one's errant slaves. Seating themselves prettily upon the desk above him, they lit their cigarettes. Relaxing, they leisurely smoked and chatted about the deal they'd struck and the money to be made thereby, they would occasionally, together or individually, take a moment to look down and berate the male on the floor beneath them, or to poke and jab at him with their sharp heel-tips.

The two Women stood, and Mistress Tiffany demanded her slave to again bend over the desk. She then sat back down next to him, and proceeded to amuse herself by digging her heels into his bum, and flicking the hot ash from her cigarette upon his back. His flinching and yelping brought the Ladies many chuckles.

"My! Look at the time!" Mistress Tiffany noted, to Lady Alexandra, adding "Care to join me for some lunch?"

"I'd be delighted." Lady Alexandra accepted. "I'm famished."

"And you will not be having lunch with me today, slave." Mistress Tiffany informed the male bent over the desk beside her. In fact, you will not be having lunch at all today. Am I understood?"

"Yes, Mistress." he answered miserably. He also, was starving. He had not had any food today.

"In fact..." Mistress Tiffany added, you are to stay right here. Exactly as we've left you. You are not to move. Clear?"

"Yes, Mistress." he acknowledged.

She pulled his hair, forcing him to look up into her eyes. "I mean it, worm. You really do not want to displease me any more than I already am. So am I clearly understood? Exactly as we've left you!"

"Yes, Mistress!" he said through clenched teeth. His pretty Mistress and Lady Alexandra turned to face each other and with broad grins, they stubbed their cigarettes out on the bare flesh of the slave before them. He yelped in pain as the cruel Ladies slowly extinguished the searingly hot butts. Then they left, laughing and closed the door behind them. He heard his Mistress turn the lock from outside, and moments later, their muffled, giggling voices had vanished.

He waited there for what must have been three hours. He had been positioned facing away from the clock, so he couldn't see the time, and wouldn't dare to turn to look. His Mistress had security cameras in her office, and he could only assume that they were on.

PART 2

Mistress Tiffany strode past him, without a word, pausing above him, briefly, to assess his obedience. He had not moved, but still held his breath, as it was her opinion, and not the truth, that mattered. After a moment, she left him, stepping into her private bathroom.

He could hear Lady Alexandra behind him. She seemed to have brought some clothes back with her, as Josh could hear the unmistakable sounds of a Woman changing. His heart quickened. He knew that his Mistress had many of her outfits in the bathroom's walk-in closet. He guessed She may be changing, too.

"On your hands and knees on the desk, slave." Lady Alexandra said, startling him with her proximity.

"Yes, m'lady!" he answered, quickly climbing up onto the desk, careful not to meet her gaze. He was already in enough trouble with his Mistress concerning her. From the corner of his eye, he noticed that Lady Alexandra was now wearing only a black-leather bustier and black, patent, spike-heeled thigh-boots. Her bush was fully visible, as were Her full breasts.

Mistress Tiffany emerged from the bathroom wearing an unbelievably sexy outfit composed of a revealing, shiny, black-leather mini-dress and matte-black, thigh-high boots. He saw Lady Alexandra as a lovely Female, but his owner, Mistress Tiffany, was his Goddess. He was ashamed for having dissatisfied her, but he knew that male shame could never be nearly enough to placate a displeased Cruellan Mistress. Shame in an errant male is good, and even necessary, but pain and humiliation at the foot of one's Mistress goes much farther to train discipline and correct.

Mistress Tiffany approached him, slapped him smartly, then spun from him, presenting Her shapely derriere, the glossy, black leather stretched tightly across it.

"Well, don't just kneel there, stupid! Kiss Your Mistress' pretty arse for her!" Lady Alexandra demanded, using the tip of her riding switch to guide his head into position.

"Yes, m'lady!" Josh acknowledge, pressing his lips to the smooth, warm leather. For several minutes, Mistress Tiffany allowed her slave to adore her in this manner.

After this, She demanded him back over Her desk, for another good thrashing. Once he was positioned, the two pretty Mistresses each took turns issuing him more than a dozen stinging blows, Mistress Tiffany using a crop, and Lady Alexandra using the riding-whip. Josh yelped, wailed and moaned beneath the leisurely-paced blows, as the Mistresses chided him, telling him that he needed another taste of the whip, as he'd likely already 'forgotten' the last one, since his memory suffered so badly. Mistress Tiffany laid into him, deliberately aiming every single stroke of her crop to the same place, gradually tearing the skin from the whimpering slave.

He was finally yanked from the desk, Mistress Tiffany using a firm drag on his leash to pull him to the floor.

He was ordered to his knees before Lady Alexandra. Mistress Tiffany pressed down hard with the sole and heel of her boot on the back of his neck, crushing his lips onto the toes of Lady Alexandra's shiny boots. He was then forced, brutally, to worship and adore the feet of his Mistress' new Ladyfriend. Mistress Tiffany increased the pressure on the back of his neck and leant forwards to add her weight. She felt a cracking sensation, a tooth perhaps, or the splitting of lips and gum as the slaves mouth was stretched wider to accommodate the beautiful boots that he was worshipping so reverently. Her heel crushed and pierced cruelly into a sensitive part of his head. Then, Mistress Tiffany drove her boot heel into the slaves backside, grinding it in, whilst at the same time, cracking her crop across his sore rump. After a few minutes, he was pressed again to his belly on the carpet, and was kicked and whipped by his Mistress, as she commanded his mouth and tongue over Lady Alexandra's boots.

Then, he was made to crawl along on his belly and suck the dirt and grit from the office carpet. Whenever Mistress Tiffany thought that he was not sucking hard enough, she simply swiped her crop sharply across his ears. This created an amusing side-effect in that soon the ears were bleeding and the useless slave had to suck up his own mess, which of course was entirely his own fault - for having such weak ears!

"Well then;" Lady Alexandra began; "I, for one, am sick of looking at this worm. Where do you keep this beast, Tiffany, when you tire of looking at its pathetic, bulging, male carcass?"

"Oh, you must mean when its not out there neglecting to pass my messages and losing money for me?" With her words, she delivered an angry, biting heel-kick into the boot-licking, crawling slave beneath her. She stamped down hard, many times in quick succession, not minding in the slightest what damage her sharp, steel-tipped heel would be doing to the soft flesh and brittle bones that it tore into."...Where else? Beneath my fucking desk, of course, where I don't have to look at him and can spend the day kicking him out of the way of my feet."

"Of course. My office-slut's phone is beneath my desk at work!" Lady Alexandra informed her pretty companion. "May I, then?" she asked sweetly.

"Please do, Alexandra." Mistress Tiffany permitted.

"Okay, pig. Get your ugly male arse under your mistress' desk, now," Lady Alexandra commanded down at him, giving him a sharp toe-kick to his ribs to spur him on.

The two Mistresses then sat upon the forward edge of the desk, their' heels and the backs of their' ankles clearly in sight of the male tucked away directly beneath them.

For several minutes, they relaxed, and chatted. The subject of equestria arose.

Horses and males, they all need a crop, or bullet occasionally, to remind them just who's in charge. Would you like to stop by this weekend for a bit of riding?"

"That would be wonderful, Tiffany, Lady Alexandra replied.

Mistress Tiffany tapped the desktop beside her thigh. "He will be there, too, as his punishment for his laxing is not nearly over. All my slaves get 'stable-time' as a standard addition to whatever other punishments I see fit to dole out upon them. Of course, my stable-sluts are the exception. What good is sending a stable-male to the stables for punishment?!" She giggled.

"Well, then, what do you do with errant stable-males?" Lady Alexandra inquired curiously.

"I simply torture or whip them to death in front of the others, for example's sake."

"I see." Lady Alexandra nodded. "Well, my dear, I should get going. Thank you for disciplining this... beast... on my behalf. I look forward to seeing him groveling in stable-muck for us this weekend."

With this, She alighted the desk, followed by Mistress Tiffany, who proceeded to yank the slave out from beneath with savage tugs that trapped his throat, causing him to choke. As he became trapped behind a leg momentarily, the leash twisted Tiffanys' little finger, causing her to wince in pain.

"You bastard!" she yelled and she began to kick the whimpering male for all she was worth. She added to this by whipping him furiously with her crop. Lady Alexandra joined in. Her riding switch was much slimmer and longer, whistling through the air, it made a sharp crack each time it tore into the weak flesh, splitting it open.

The slave squealed and yelped, attempting to clasp their boots in an effort to plead for mercy. Mistress Tiffany raised her boot and stamped it down onto his spine, determined to destroy this creature that had dared to hurt her. In agony, the slave groveled at her boot, praying for mercy as the blows rained down on him.

Eventually, Tiffany calmed down and ordered him back across the desk so that her friend could finish the punishment with her lethal riding switch. The slave begged as he was forced into position across the desk. Mistress Tiffany gouged her heel into the back of his calf to keep him steadied for the punishment.

Lady Alexandra thoroughly enjoyed herself for the next ten minutes as she beat the slave black and blue. Eventually, he passed out, so they simply left him there as they went about the rest of the days business.

They would soon forget about the days events, since the torture of males was commonplace, nevertheless enjoyable; yet the slave would remember it for a long time to come. A memory that would add to all the other memories of torment and anguish that would be with them for the rest of their short lives along with all the scars and injuries.

PART 3

The weekend having arrived, Lady Alexandra pulled her car up into the large, circular drive of Mistress Tiffany's modest estate. She was greeted by the house-male, and asked to sit in the sun-room, that Mistress Tiffany would be along shortly. She had dressed for pleasure, in a tight, black mini-skirt and knee-high, four-inch, eyelet-laced boots. She wore no top, opting instead to use the upper portion of the black-leather, open-breasted teddy. She wore a light, black windbreaker over the revealing teddy. She was stunning. Mistress Tiffany, on the other hand, was dressed in the apparel of the Cruellan Riding Lady; white jodhpurs, a white riding cap, a white, thin blouse and black gloves. On Her feet were spurred, knee-length, flat-soled riding boots. She, also, was breathtaking.

The two Women exchanged a soft kiss, a Cruellan custom among Ladyfriends, and then, at Mistress Tiffany's bidding, they headed for the stables.

"Is he here, or did he die?" Lady Alexandra asked playfully. Mistress Tiffany laughed and informed her that the slave had actually survived it's ordeal, but would perhaps not be so lucky on the next occasion! The two ladies were assisted by the house-male into a plush, rickshaw-like cart (called a Cruellan chariot), the handles of which were being held level and steady for them by a burly draft-male. This dusty male-beast, nearly seven feet tall and at least three-hundred and ten muscular pounds, was yoked to the chariot by collar, waist and wrist shackles. He did not even turn, but remained looking straight ahead, as is expected of such draft-males.

Once the two were seated, the house-slave was dismissed by his Mistress, and quickly vanished back into her home.

Mistress Tiffany picked up the coachwhip from its holder, and suddenly slashed it hotly over the big male's shoulder. This caused the draft-male to yelp in pain, and to flinch enough to cause the ladies chariot to buck. He moaned in discomfort, a red line appearing instantly and darkening, from the top of his shoulder, nearly to his nipple.

"Stables, you witless ox. Now move!" Mistress Tiffany demanded impatiently, bringing her arm back for another go. He lumbered forward, unable to acknowledge his Mistress' command, due to the fact that she had sat upon a hay-bale and watched her handlers remove his tongue for a playful, flippant remark he'd made to her.

She slashed the draft-male again, warning him sternly to pick up his pace, that she and her Ladyfriend did not have all day to go the half-mile to the stables.

The big slave howled beneath the welt, and offered a pleading, gurgling acknowledgement. His pace did quicken, of course. His Mistress had demanded it. He had broken into a near-trot. His large, dusty, bare feet caused the pebbles to grind, and sticks to snap with each heavy footfall, as the shock-absorbing chariot he was yoked to speed right along behind him. The sharp stones and twigs were of no concern to him, as he had been a draft-male at Mistress Tiffany's estate for two years, and the soles of his scarred, leathery feet felt little, if any discomfort.

They arrived at the stables, and a stable-male, upon spotting his Mistress, fled to the chariot's side and knelt, properly offering his hand first to his Mistress' Guest without looking up at her.

"Greetings, m'lady." he offered.

Lady Alexandra took the slave's hand, and stepped from the chariot.

He then scrambled behind it, and greeted and assisted his Mistress' exit from the chariot.

Mistress Tiffany strode past him, with little more than a glance, headed to the draft-male.

She stepped around to stand directly in front of him, close enough to feel the heat radiating from him. She was glaring directly up at his face, high above her own. He looked straight ahead, knowing much better than to look downward at his pretty Mistress.

"Down." She said.

The big male was on his knees instantly. Although he slumped greatly, the back of his head was still level with Her breasts.

"Don't move." She warned.

The huge slave nodded once.

Once the two were inside, the first thing Lady Alexandra noticed was Mistress Tiffany's office-slut, crouched on his knees, wearing only a common g-string pouch and his collar.

"Well, well!" Lady Alexandra beamed; "What have we here?"

Mistress Tiffany expelled an exaggerated sigh. "It seems, Alexandra, dear, that all my ponies are being groomed for show right now. But," she continued, "we can still ride around on this one!" With this, She demanded Josh to their boots, to greet them.

He was allowed to venerate them for several minutes, as Mistress Tiffany rested her boot on his back whilst in general conversation. His Mistress then shoved him to the wooden, hay-strewn floor on his back, placing a riding boot squarely upon his heaving chest, pinning him. As she was doing this, Her foot struck a pitchfork. She picked it up, and pressed its two lethal prongs into the wood on either side of his throat. This startled Josh greatly, of course, and this made both Women break out in a fit of chuckling.

On a whim, Mistress Tiffany decided to give her office servant away to Lady Alexandra.

Josh was shocked and stunned. Being taken by a new, unfamiliar Mistress could NOT be good. He began to whimper quietly, very afraid. This brought him both Women's attention.

"That's right, slave." Mistress Tiffany smiled easily down at him; "I have just given you to another Mistress. You belong to her, now. I would behave, if I were you."

"...Yes, Mistress... bu.."

"Well, well!" Lady Alexandra interrupted down at him. Seems you're mine now, slave."

"Yes, Mistress." Josh answered up to her.

"Fine then." Lady Alexandra concluded, "As my first act as your new Mistress, I want to offer you to Mistress Tiffany, for a ride-around, since her horses are indisposed. It would be shameful to go to all the trouble of dressing to ride, then not to ride. Now get up on your knees, slave."

Mistress Tiffany lifted the pitchfork, allowing him to obey his new Mistress.

Lady Alexandra grabbed a male-harness from a nail in the wall, and deftly if not gently, the two ladies harnessed and bridled him.

Without hesitating, Mistress Tiffany mounted josh, and Lady Alexandra stood by with a lunge-whip , chiding Her new slave as Mistress Tiffany directed him about in large circles, enjoying Herself immensely.

As a momento of their fun day, the last day that this particular slave would serve Mistress Tiffany, they had a few prints stuck up on the wall, taken from the security camera. These pictures were added to all the others that were already there, all depicting the fun-times that Mistress Tiffany had enjoyed with her friends.

Here are nine of the action riding shots, showing the brutal use of spurs, savage pulling on the painful steel bit that cut deeply into his mouth, and of course, Lady Alexandra following on with the lunge-whip:

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A while later, Lady Alexandra explained that she had some errands to run, and would need to be going.

Protesting playfully, Mistress Tiffany dismounted, the bridle was removed, and Josh was kicked down into a small haystack. Mistress Tiffany held the pitchfork and aimed it at the slaves face. He was transfixed with terror as she simply thrust it forwards with all her might. Though he was no longer her property, she still had no concern for him, or for where the spikes may strike. Lady Alexander gasped in awe as the fork pinned him back to the bale, trapping his windpipe. To be fair, Mistress Tiffany was also surprised that she had not gouged the spikes into his face. Nevertheless, she could wallow in the fact that her friend thought that she was a wonderful shot. Now a real test would have been if Lady Alexandra had asked her to repeat the stunt. Fortunately for the slave, she didn't, as the chances of repeating that feat would have been somewhat slim! Lady Alexandra stood there, very impressed, as she toyed with the horse castrators.

Mistress Tiffany laughed heartily as her friend moved closer and waved the evil castration instruments into the face of the petrified slave.

Lady Alexandra went to work on his cock and balls with the instrument, causing her new property to scream again and again, while explaining to him that his worthless male-meat would no longer be of use to him.

As she did not wish to soil the clean hay with male-blood, she contented herself with simply torturing him, crushing testicles and mangling other bits, without making a mess. The bridle bit made an ideal gag to keep the screams to a minimum. When She'd tired of inflicting pain, just for the sake of it, she demanded that he bend over the hay-bale.

"Would you care to beat him once more, before we leave?" Lady Alexandra offered sweetly to Mistress Tiffany, holding the long, black, riding-whip out to her.

"May I?" Mistress Tiffany asked with a smile, as she accepted the whip. Once again, she used the pitchfork to hold the slave, this time face down with the fork pinning him from the back of his head.

She then began to lay fast, hard weals and welts along the flinching, weeping slave's spine and shoulders. She whipped him non-stop for at least ten minutes. Noticing that his backside was slightly raised up off the hay bale, she figured that his groin hurt upon contact. So, she raised her leg high and slammed the spur down hard at the base of his spine.

"Down!" she yelled, and followed through with several more viscous full-blown jabs with her spur. The evil red-tipped spurs smashed into bone and ripped into flesh with ease, and such was their power that the errant slave was soon flat to the bale. Mistress Tiffany stamped her boot down onto his backside and pressed down hard, deliberately forcing the damaged groin into the rough and spiky hay bale. She continued to slash at his ears, almost attempting to slice them off. Soon she was satisfied that she would have left him with enough memories and scars for him to remember her by and she tossed the whip aside.

"Kiss her feet, worm, and thank her for your farewell beating!" Lady Alexandra commanded impatiently down at him, giving him a painful nudge in the ribs with the toe of her boot.

"Yes, Mistress!" he answered, throwing himself to a low-kneel before his previous Mistress, and pressing his lips to Her boots, kissing them wetly and passionately. He began offering words of appreciation to the toes of her boots for the beating.

As if reading his thoughts, Mistress Tiffany pressed the sole of Her boot down onto the back of his head, grinding his mouth into the filthy wooden stable floor.

"Kiss the floor of the stable, slave, and think of how you'll miss me." Mistress Tiffany growled down at him.

The two lovely Women watched him kiss and lick the boards that they stood upon for several minutes, before deciding that a soothing smoke was in order. Mistress Tiffany lit her friends cigarette and then lit her own, drawing deeply and blowing the smoke downwards at the quivering slave below them.

They leaned casually against the haystack, smoking, as they commented clearly on how wonderful it was to be Cruellan, and to be a Female, a Goddess-in-the-flesh.

Once their ashes were long enough to cause slight concern, they deemed an ashtray necessary.

"Get over here, slut-male;" Lady Alexandra called at him.

"Yes, Mistress." Josh answered, moving between them and kneeling again, sitting back upon his heels. Having been used many times thusly by Mistress Tiffany, he knew to cup his hands together and lift them, to be used as an ashtray by the two Goddesses.

Occasionally, well perhaps more than occasionally, the ladies would swirl the tips of their cigarettes around in his palm, smiling as the flesh burned, making the slave contort his face in pain.

Lady Alexandra threw her cigarette butt to the ground and the slave was ordered to eat it before it went out. As he drew his mouth towards the burning stub, Mistress Tiffany placed her boot onto the back of his head and forced his face onto it. The ladies laughed at the sizzling sound. Mistress Tiffany ground her boot down harder and insisted that he ate the butt completely. He struggled to eat it, simply because of the crushing weight that forced his mouth into the ground.

Mistress Tiffany took her last draw on her cigarette. She raised the sole of her boot slightly and placed the burning butt under it, lowering the sole, so that it became trapped on the back of his neck. As she blew the final draft of smoke across the slave, she smiled as he wriggled in pain beneath her foot.

"Just look at how much pain he is in!" she commented. "and I am pressing down ever-so gently." The ladies laughed as the cigarette end continued to smoulder and burn the back of his neck.

A few minutes later, she raised her boot, and stamped down hard, smashing the slaves face into the ground.

"There, that ought to put it out," she stated.

The Ladies both agreed that all three of them had such good fun in the stables together!

The End..by d..