The Festival

 

 

After the holidays, O left the country for a tropical summer photo shoot. René also left on a business trip that would keep him in Italy for several days. jacqueline was grateful for the respite; René had taken jacqueline to a whirlwind of parties during the season. she had been paraded in low cut tight dresses with the outline of the large rings clearly evident under plump and prominent nipples.

 

More than once, she stood still as René opened her dress to show her adorned breasts completely.  Men would squeeze the oversized tits and pull on the rings while their wives or girlfriends frowned in disapproval, or jealousy. jacqueline may have blushed slightly, but she was slowly learning to be proud of her enlarged figure.  she wondered if René would ever completely strip her at a party, and that thought was exciting.

 

jacqueline enjoyed the first day, quietly reading new editions of her fashion magazines. The day was very cold, so she was wrapped in a blanket on the couch. So absorbed in her reading, she was startled by the door opening.

 

Looking up, she saw Sir Stephen entering, followed by Marcus, who closed the door with a firm click. Without greeting her, Sir Stephen stepped in front of the couch and removed the blanket. "Stand up."

 

jacqueline stood, and her motion set the disk and rings swinging. Her breasts and ass were clearly marked with deep red stripes.

 

"Ah, " Sir Stephen murmured, stroking his fingertips over the slightly raised welts. "Very attractive." He withdrew a package from his jacket. "Open this, jacqueline."

 

she smiled at the small beautifully wrapped gift. Inside was a small butterfly vibe with straps. Marcus stepped forward to help her put it on. As he slid the elastic bands up her smooth legs, Sir Stephen, watching, said, "Open your sex lips so your disk is not in the way."

 

Marcus fit the vibe so it was snug against her inner lips and clit. Sir Stephen showed her a small plastic control and flipped the switch.

Immediately, the buzz of the vibe was heard and jacqueline moaned.

 

She moaned even louder when Marcus bent her over the arm of the couch and Sir Stephen parted the rounded globes of her ass. The rasping sound of a zipper was heard just before Sir Stephen pushed into the well trained back opening.

 

The butterfly whirred on and off till she was convulsing under him, Marcus pulling forward on the her nipple rings. After he took his full pleasure, Sir Stephen straightened up.

 

"Time for some shopping now. After you dress, Marcus will drive you to pick up a few items I have ordered that we need for our trip."  Sir Stephen gave the controller to Marcus.

 

"Trip?" jacqueline asked.

 

"Indeed, yes, it is almost time to celebrate the Fete de l'ane."

 

"The Festival of the Ass?" No one celebrates that anymore, Sir Stephen." jacqueline protested.

 

"They do at Roissy," he smiled.

 

 

 

The Festival of the Ass, January 14. From the French "fête de l'âne". A

Satirical festival in France celebrated in some towns during the middle ages. In the celebration a pretty girl rode an ass, apparently to represent Mary on the Flight to Egypt. The ass was led into a church, made to kneel, and a Mass and hymns were sung in its praise. At the end the priest and congregation brayed three times in honor of the animal that saved Mary from Herod and carried Jesus into Jerusalem.

 

Part 2

 

Sir Stephen motioned to the controller in Marcus's hand. "Two or three, cetainly no more, " he said cryptically. He motioned jacqueline to the bathroom. "Get ready, leaving on the butterfly. you have a full afternoon of shopping."

 

jacqueline nodded, but her mind was on the Festival and all its possibilities. As she hopped up the short staircase, Sir Stephen called out, "Do not wear a bra, or for that matter, any underclothing, and choose something that can be easily removed."

 

After a short interval in the bath, she drew out of her closet a low cut dress that buttoned down. The bodice fit tight, but then, she was allowed no clothes that hung loosely. As she fastened the buttons over her naked body, she felt the material rub over her sensitive nipples and rings. The hem barely covered her sex and anyone looking down between her legs would see the shiny disk.

 

Sir Stephen smiled his approval as she followed Marcus out.

 

 

In the car, jacqueline was seated with her bare ass on the smooth seat. With such a short skirt, the effect was nude from the waist down. She felt very exposed, but it was not her choice. At the first red traffic light, the vibe started up and Jacqueline gasped in surprise.

 

When the light changed, the vibe stopped. Marcus kept up this pattern as they traveled, making jacqueline moan and squirm on the seat until finally he parked the car in front of a shop on a busy suburban street. He went around to open the door, peering down at the half-naked slave to verify the fit of the vibe.

 

With wide eyes, Jacqueline exited the car and tugged down her dress. A few passers-by stared at her breasts, but she was used that by now. She saw in front of her an equestrian shop, and Marcus waved for her to enter. "See the clerk, " he instructed.

 

Inside, she inhaled the rich leather smells and stepped tentatively to the counter. A man of middle age approached, with dark hair and dressed strangely in tight pants with leather sides, a white shirt and odd tie. Jacqueline glanced up to some prints on the wall, and suddenly realized he was attired in riding garb.

 

He smiled brightly, and asked, "Mademoiselle jacqueline?"

 

She nodded, "Oui, Monsieur."

 

"Please follow me, we have a special order in the back for you," he walked toward a door leading out of the display area. Beyond was a large room with a center platform, surrounded by racks loaded with leather of all shapes and sizes. The clerk motioned for her to step up on the platform.

 

Suddenly, the vibe started up between jacqueline's pussy lips. She jumped up in place as the motion jolted her clit, and then blushed as the sound reached her ears, certain that the clerk was hearing it too.

 

"Ahhhhh," the clerk said, "an interesting accessory for your fitting." He reached up and began to unbutton her dress. He lifted it from her shoulders and handed it to a young woman, just entering from another door. She was also dressed for riding, and her pants were skintight.

 

"Is this jacqueline, Mr. Burton?" the woman asked, fixing her eyes on jacqueline's naked body, legs spread open with the buzzing vibe between.

 

"Yes, trixie," he replied, and stepped up on the stage and took a breast in each hand. "So impressive... and these rings, I like very much." He tugged on the heavy round rings and jacqueline moaned.

 

trixie brought over a leather garment, and assisted Mr. Burton dress jacqueline. For her part, jacqueline was holding her breath trying to ignore the vibe sending pleasure through her sex.

 

The "special order" was a tight corset made up of leather straps winding around her body, attached to vertical straps running down the center front and back. Even the breast cups were strapped, perfectly formed and fitting tight. The inside of the leather was soft against her skin, and the support felt good instead of restraining.

 

trixie was murmuring her approval and stroking her small hands over jacqueline's ass. Mr. Burton nodded and traced each strap, checking the fit as he instructed his client to turn and bend. Feeling his sure finger along with the vibe made Jacqueline shiver. She knew she would probably cum soon if the vibe kept going, but she was powerless to stop it.

 

"On your hands and knees now," Mr. Burton said.

 

jacqueline changed position, moaning louder as the vibe pressed harder. trixie stroked jacqueline's hair, then held something up for her to see. "A great match, don't you think?"

 

What she held was a ponytail of hair, the same colour as hers, attached to a plug. The kind of plug that jacqueline was well acquainted with. trixie squeezed on some jelly, then handed it Mr. Burton.

 

He parted jacqueline's ass and remarked to trixie, "Looks quite well trained, she should have no problem, unlike some of our customers." He pushed in the plug, going slow and moving it in and out, shallow at first, then deeper.

 

"ahhhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, blushing as her body responded, knowing how her sex must be wet and swollen. The whir of the vibe changed as the speed was increased. jacqueline was helpless against the sensations of the vibe and the plug and when trixie pulled forward on the nipple rings, she was overwhelmed by a strong orgasm. Mr. Burton shoved the plug all the way during the throes of the climax, setting off more waves of pleasure.

 

Afterward, jacqueline was wincing from the intensity of the vibrations on her sensitive clit when the buzz mercifully ended. She gasped in relief, and trixie helped her stand. She felt the tail brush against the tender backs of her knees.

 

She stood still for the remainder of the fitting. Mr. Burton slipped a leather bit into her mouth and adjusted the straps. The last part was the fitting of the shoes. jacqueline, with her bitted mouth, could make no complaint about the tight shoes that strained her calves and feet. Nor could she complain when she was not offered her dress back, and had to exit the shop as she was.

 

Marcus smiled and suggested that she kneel bent over on the back seat so not to muss up the tail plug. He adjusted the seat belt to go around her middle sideways. Then he got behind the wheel, activating the vibe again.

 

By the time they arrived to pick up Sir Stephen, jacqueline was convulsing through her third orgasm.

 

"Ah, very good," was his only comment.

 

 

 

Part 3

 

Marcus drove around the main entrance to the Chateau, pulling the car along side several vehicles already parked near a large barn. Sir Stephen disconnected the butterfly vibe and assisted jacqueline's climb out of the back seat. The winter air was crisp with the scent of fresh hay, and as they approached the wide open doors, jacqueline could see other slaves, attired in leather.

 

Entering, Sir Stephen caught her eye and motioned toward a large stall. "I believe this is where you begin." jacqueline made her way slowly, still very unsure on the strange boots.

 

Inside stood a short, trim man in a riding jacket and pants. He nodded curtly at Sir Stephen as he pulled jacqueline forward by the ring in her right nipple. The moan erupting from jacqueline's mouth was muffled by the bit, but still quite audible. His answer was to smack her ass with a gloved hand. "Look at my cock, slave. Or have you forgotten that simple rule?"

 

She jumped and lowered her eyes, noticing then that the tight riding pants were open, revealing his large manhood. jacqueline kept her eyes riveted there as she listened.

 

"Auction?" The stablemaster asked, holding up red and white tags, "Permanent or Festival?"

 

"Festival," Sir Stephen replied.

 

A white tag was affixed to jacqueline's collar.

 

Sir Stephen added, "This is her first Festival, though her ass is trained." He went on to describe jacqueline's training in great detail, pushing in her tail as he spoke.

 

Next, the stablemaster fastened jacqueline's wrist bands high on her chest above the leather encased breasts. she hadn't noticed that feature of her costume before. He tugged on the nipple ring again and walked her around the stall very slowly as she re-balanced without using her arms.

 

Sir Stephen departed then, leaving jacqueline in this strange new world. she was led out of the stall to join with the other slaves, twelve in all.  All wore bits, though some had arms restrained behind. jacqueline noticed a young slave with blonde curls crying softly; her collar tag was red.

 

The time in the barn passed quickly. jacqueline learned how to prance, lifting her knees high with each step. Her natural model's grace served her well; she was spared the harsh whippings doled out to those who stumbled too much. After that long exercise, young male stablehands removed the confining leathers, stretched the aching muscles, and stroked over every square inch of bare slave with the softest of brushes before expert re-dressing.

 

At midday, jacqueline was shocked that even the meal was part of training. A mix of cereals with a slightly sweet taste was poured into a waist high trough. The grains felt rough against her lips as she struggled to feed herself with the talents of her mouth. At least opening her jaw was a relief after time with the bit.

 

Afterward, several of the Masters came into the barn to observe. jacqueline was one of the slaves to be tethered, but not for a rest. Bent over a smooth sawhorse, her tailed ass was presented to the audience. It wasn't long before her tail was yanked out and her ass was impaled.

 

jacqueline moaned, her teeth digging in the bit. Another man walked around the front of the sawhorse and squatted down to inspect the huge breasts hanging down, pulling down on the rings. jacqueline's moaning deepened.

 

The man pinched down from the nipple tip past the piercing. "Has René thought about lactation?" he mused aloud.

 

His companion paused a moment to reply, "Je ne suis pas." He drove deeper, then shuddered, his pleasure complete. The men traded places then, and jacqueline'a ass endured a second pummeling. jacqueline had no choice but to remain, open and available, as others used her trained ass.

 

Later, those slaves were taken to a back room for cleansing after being totally stripped. Only the bit was left in place. jacqueline was shown to a bed of hay, topped with a thin but soft blanket. Exhausted, she just whimpered a little as a long thin suppository was inserted into her puffy and sore bottom.

 

 

jacqueline woke up as soon as she felt the tug on her nipples. The stablemaster's fingers were hooked in the rings, pulling her to her feet. Sir Stephen was there too, holding her tail plug in his hand.  The stablemaster put jacqueline back into her tight leather costume, including the collar with the white tag. He complimented Sir Stephen on the fine craftsmanship as he pulled again on the rings to bend jacqueline's body and expose her ass.

 

Sir Stephen parted the ass cheeks and pushed in the plug. The melted suppository provided lubrication and had taken away the soRenéss. He patted jacqueline tenderly.

 

"you will enjoy the Festival," he assured her. Then he attached a leash to her nipples and led her into the Chateau.

 

 

jacqueline was careful to look down at the cocks. Was she happy that most were already rock hard?  She and the other pony slaves had been on display for more than an hour.  Masters would look, touch, thoroughly inspect, then enter a bid on the appropriate sheet. she wondered about the Auction, wondered which cock would end up fucking her ass.

 

she blushed, her body was warm and red and was more highly sensitized than ever before. Perhaps her sexuality, her slave-ness was reacting to the atmosphere of Roissy. Perhaps it was the new costume, the new training. Her pussy felt moist and heavy, and her ass...her ass was a like a bomb waiting to explode and ignite a tremendous orgasm.

 

Once, she dared glance at Sir Stephen's face. He looked proud in that distant way of his. She was gratified to know he was pleased, but still she wished that René was there.

 

There was a ring of a bell, then the stablemaster stood by each slave and announced the winning number from bid sheets in his hand. jacqueline was handed over to the Master who had admired her enlarged breasts. She noticed Sir Stephen had not made a winning bid, but he did not seem disappointed.

 

After the pairings of the slaves with the winners, the stablemaster set the stage for a special event. The men grew silent, their expressions solemn, ordering the slaves to watch.

 

The slave with the red tag was brought forward by her new owner. He removed that collar, replacing it with a thicker one. Then he stood aside as the slave was bound tightly to the pole and pierced by the stablemaster, paling as rings were inserted through her nipples, navel, and labia.

 

jacqueline's pussy throbbed more, remembering her special piercings. Oh how she wanted to rub her clit, but she had no hands to use.

 

Next, the slave was turned over, restrained even tighter, and branded with irons that had been set in the fire all night. jacqueline stared, her mind superimposing O over the image before her. She looked over to Sir Stephen, and saw in his face that he was reliving that moment, longing for O. It was a rare revealing moment.

 

Brandies followed, and then again, jacqueline's ass was used, commemorating the Festival. Her huge breasts were not ignored, attention to them shortened the time between ass fuckings. Sir Stephen enjoyed more brandy, watching jacqueline, again with a proud look.

 

And it was Sir Stephen who led jacqueline back to the barn as the sun was rising, Sir Stephen who waited while jacqueline was washed and brushed, Sir Stephen who marked her ass with 6 perfect stripes, Sir Stephen who used her ass one last time.

 

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