"And I suppose you're going to tell me that you were a sub once?" challenged Emily.
"A slave, actually. Bob bought me from my first owner but eventually he realized that I would be happier as a top. Since then, he has found a few subs for me. And the one slave we told you about."
"Well, I'm quite happy as a top," declared Emily.
"How can you know that until you've been a bottom? And how can you know how to treat a slave unless you've at least tasted it?"
"I guess there are some things that you just know," said Emily.
Meg wrapped an arm around Emily's hips and Jane, who was far behind at this point saw the action and had to stifle a giggle. Here was a woman who was almost a foot shorter than her owner holding Emily possessively.
"I have a proposition for you," Meg went on causing Emily's ears to perk up. "As I mentioned, I believe that one needs to bottom before they can top effectively. You might disagree, but I speak from many years of watching relationships flourish or fail. Do you want to keep Jane?"
"Of course I do," replied Emily. "I love her and she has provided the most exciting month of my life. And she is absolutely gorgeous."
"Yes, she is very pretty," nodded Meg as they neared the barn. "Well I will predict that it all ends soon, never to be repeated unless you do something about it. And here's where my proposition comes in."
Emily listened intently but was feeling a bit nervous. Part of that was because of the uncertainty about what would come out of Meg's mouth. And part was because of the way Meg's hand seemed to move possessively over Emily's hip, thigh, waist and chest as they walked.
"Be our slavegirl for a week," Meg went on. Hearing the first part of the proposal caused Emily to suck in her breath. "And I do mean slave. We're not talking about sub. This is the whole thing where we own you. And of course, we will want to own Jane, also."
Emily stopped in her tracks, just outside of the barn. "Come along," urged Meg as she pushed Emily forward. "You can learn a lot from two experienced owners. By the way, we both started as slaves."
"At the end of the week, you can make the decision. You might decide to leave. In that case, you leave with Jane and you will have gained valuable insights into being an owner. Or you might decide to stay, in which case you become our slave. Either way, it's your choice. Either you leave with your slave or you both stay as our slavegirls."
"Wait!" cried Emily after everything started to sink in. "Did you say that you and Bob started as slaves?"
"Yes I did, but the circumstances were very different for me. I was a slave for two years before Bob bought me and then I was a slave for three more years with him as my owner. And Bob was a slave too. He did exactly what I am proposing to you. He agreed to be the slave of a couple for a week so that he could have a greater appreciation of the lifestyle."
Then Meg laughed. "And he hasn't sucked a cock since that week. Although, he still toys with the boys occasionally."
All of this had Jane's head spinning. She was being asked to become a slave herself. Her hosts had both been slaves at one time. Bob sucked cocks? It was all too much too absorb.
Meg continued to urge Emily deeper into the barn and finally stopped in front of two stalls. "This is where you would be kept for a couple of those days. We would let the two of you experience the life of ponygirls."
Jane looked inside one of the stalls and saw that it was freshly cleaned and appointed. Fresh straw was strewn across the floor and a little sleeping mat laid in one corner. Hanging from pegs on one wall were an assortment of leather straps, bridles and bits. On another wall hung more straps but these were more ornamental in nature, some complete with brightly colored plumes.
"When would all of this start?"
"Whenever you want it to start," replied Meg. "We could enslave you immediately if that was what you wished."
"I'll have to think about it," Emily replied as her fingers toyed with the leather straps and she tried to imagine herself wearing them. "Can I give you an answer tomorrow?"
"Of course you can," smiled Meg as she rose onto her toes to kiss Emily. "And if you can't make a decision that fast, then the offer will remain open."
"How will I know that you will release us at the end of the week?"
Meg laughed. "You won't. And that uncertainty should add to the thrill. But we have never been kidnappers before. It's highly unlikely that we would start now."
"What will be expected of us?" asked Emily.
"Everything! Anything! Whatever we dream up. And we both have very active imaginations. Surprise! Surprise! That's our motto."
Emily nodded slowly as if in a daze. Then she shook her head to clear it. "Maybe we should have some kind of agreement. Kind of like a contract."
"We can do that," replied Meg, wrapping her arm around Emily to guide her out of the stall. "We have a standard slavery contract that we used once. Let's go find the other two and you can think it over. I wonder what happened to them."
The found the other two outside of the barn. Bob had fastened Jane's cuffs to a beam jutting out of the barn leaving her with her arms spread wide and her toes just grazing the ground. His cock was standing erect and was glistening in the sunlight making it obvious that he had been fucking the slavegirl again.
"You're incorrigible!" exclaimed Meg.
"Just giving the girl another taste," he grinned.
"Well let her down so I can get her into the tack so Emily can see what a real ponygirl looks like."
"Yes Mistress," he said again, bowing deeply. When Jane was released, Meg disappeared into the barn with her, leaving Bob and Emily outside.
Bob walked up to Emily and reached up grasping the two erect nipples to roll them back and forth with his fingers. "So are you going to be my slavegirl?"
Emily felt a thrill shoot through her body at his touch and felt her knees weakening. "I'm thinking about it. But what's in it for the two of you? Why would you waste a week of your time with us?"
"The same thing that's in it for you," he replied as he continued to roll the hard buds, slowly increasing the pressure. "An exciting time. A learning experience. And we would learn too. We always learn from our subs. And it would definitely not be a waste of time. We can't think of a better way to spend a week than with two gorgeous slavegirls."
"What do you plan to do with us if we agree?" asked Emily as the fingers kept sending erotic thrills through her body.
"How did Meg answer that? I'm sure you must have asked her."
"She said everything and anything."
"Well, that's not entirely true," said Bob. He started stepping back, drawing Emily forward by her nipples. "What she probably meant to say is everything and anything that we want. But there are lots of things that we could do that we won't because it wouldn't appeal to us.
"Like what?" asked Emily as she continued to be led by her breasts.
"Like scat, for instance. Neither of us likes it so you won't be doing anything with shit," he explained. "And like burning cigarettes. We wouldn't want to do anything to mar the beauty of anything. That would be like purposefully driving a Rolls Royce into a tree. Makes no sense."
"What kinds of things do you like, then?" asked Emily who winced at the end of her question when Bob squeezed her nipples tightly.
"Meg plans on having a pair of ponies drive her through the countryside for a day. I imagine that we'll try to test your limits, both physically and psychologically. That's where a lot of the learning comes from. And sex of course. We both plan to enjoy our lovelies." Bob finally stopped and reached down to the picnic table to pick up a blindfold. The last thing that Emily saw before her sight was taken away was Bob's cock bouncing up and down and rubbing against her hip. Then he drew her arms behind her and placed two cuffs on her wrists, latching them together.