Warning: Contains scenes of an explicit sexual nature and BDSM. Strictly adults only. If you find these themes offensive, please do not read on. “These three weeks will be extremely intense for you, but I want you to embrace them, experience them to the full, be fearless! ”. With these words artist Kara Lee is greeted back at Cacklebrook Farm by the dominant Angelina Aella... moreWarning: Contains scenes of an explicit sexual nature and BDSM. Strictly adults only. If you find these themes offensive, please do not read on. “These three weeks will be extremely intense for you, but I want you to embrace them, experience them to the full, be fearless! ”. With these words artist Kara Lee is greeted back at Cacklebrook Farm by the dominant Angelina Aella. Kara is there to paint portraits of Angelina’s lifestyle ponygirls, but she has also agreed to put herself completely under Angelina’s authority and control, unable to resist the erotic magnetism of the amazon and her cruel power games. But first she has to pay the harsh price demanded by Angelina for her original trespass onto the farm, a ritualistic, severe caning. In the following days Kara becomes immersed in the culture of strict discipline, leather and latex fetishism, bondage and sexual excess that proves to be as intense as Angelina had promised, each resident of the farm taking a turn in educating Kara, drawing out her long repressed sexual needs. But will she be able to resist the lure of trying out the ponygirl lifestyle? This is the sequel to An Occurrence at Cacklebrook Farm. It is a 57,000 word novella exploring Kara’s experiences as she attempts to come to terms with her newly discovered submissive desires. Main theme is lesbian domination, BDSM, Ponygirls, bondage, use of whips and canes, body modifications. Excerpt. A slap of the reins on the pony’s shoulder and they were moving. Kara’s eyes were level with the middle of Diamond’s back, the ponygirl’s forearms fastened tight together up her spine, elbows strapped together. It made Kara wince to look at them held in that position; it looked barbaric, cruel and painful. It seemed every part of her that wasn’t covered in the web of straps that formed her harness was bulging with muscles, giving a real sense of the pony’s strength. The beautifully braided mane which hung to midway down her back, swung in time with her movements. Kara looked at the matching bright white tail spilling from her bumhole. It fell to her calves and swished delightfully with her movements. Diamond’s buttocks were a little over three feet in front of Kara, framed by the belt at her waist and straps that fed from the crotch strap, under the buttocks to meet the belt at the hips. These straps lifted each cheek up, presenting them for Angelina’s whip. Both were covered in marks old and new, from red to purple and black. Each cheek rolled with each step the pony took. Angelina used the whip for the first time as Diamond’s pace slowed, the hill taking its toll. It was just a flick of her wrist, not hard, but it left a clear line across both buttocks and caused the pony to work harder. The trail curved to the right, still going up the hill but not as steeply as before. In the relative darkness of the woods Diamond’s bright mane and tail were highly visible, almost luminescent, swinging rhythmically and violently back and forth with the pony’s strides. Another flick of the whip and the reins and the pace increased once more. They were galloping now and moving fast. For the first time Kara began to feel a little fearful. If they crashed at this speed they would surely all be hurt. less
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