Pony-girl & Puppy-girl World: Part Two

Masumi woke to the sound of knocking on her bedroom door. She slipped out from between the sheets and sat on the edge of the bed. “One minute…”

“Let me in!” It was Aiko.

She crossed to the door and unlocked it. “What…?” The youngster queried sleepily. The tall determined woman pushed the door, forcing Masumi to step back. “What’s so important?” she muttered.

She stood her ground, just inside the room, but Aiko strutted past and turned to face her. Tapping a crop in her gloved hand, she glanced up and down Masumi’s naked body.

“I’ve just been down to the stables and I’m far from happy,” she exclaimed.

“What time is it?” The youngster asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“It’s seven-thirty and you should be up and about by now!”

Masumi sighed, pushed the door shut and expressed her exasperation by gesturing in the air.

“I worked till nine o’clock, Aiko. Ease off a bit, for god’s sake!”

Captain Tom Sullivan had arrived at the lodge and she was looking forward to meeting him, but Aiko had other ideas. She instructed her and her sister, Sakkara, to organize a thorough cleaning of both the Pony-girl and Pony-boy stables. The job was on top of their normal training and exercise duties, meaning that their workload was doubled.

Masumi was miffed. Aiko had cunningly side-lined her during the day, so that she avoided meeting Tom, who spent less than 12 hours at the lodge, before returning to his ship and setting sail.

He normally stayed a few days on the island, so she had every hope of meeting the Englishman and having sex with him during his stay, despite Aiko being around.

The dominatrix was 30 years old, and 5’6” tall, an inch taller than Masumi, but the stiletto heels on her black knee length boots boosted her height to almost 6 feet. She had a classic feline figure, held her head high and exuded an air of authority and dominance. Long, jet black hair framed her round face and delicate complexion, which was dominated by her luscious wide lips.

But it was her savage emerald green eyes, which gave away the true nature of her vicious temperament. Most of the men on the island were reduced to jelly with one hard stare, but Masumi had gotten used to her moods over the years and usually got along with her.

Aiko’s world revolved around a string of fetishes, in which she was always the controlling force. She was wearing a tight fitting black latex skater style dress that flared out from her hips and fell to mid-thigh. She loved to power dress and usually strutted around with a crop in her hand. Masumi felt vulnerable, but because of her masochistic tendencies, felt a thrill standing naked in the presence of such a dominant personality.

She had lost count of the amount of thrashings she had received from Aiko’s crop and suddenly felt the urge to antagonize her into giving her another one.

“If Tom hadn’t arrived you wouldn’t have worried about the stables.”

“Don’t talk to me like that, you little brat!” Aiko spat, and then lifted the flapper of the crop into Masumi’s face. “The stables are still in a mess! If you and your sister spent less time in the hay, you’d get more work done. I’m tired of your laziness and if I thought a hiding would buck your ideas up, I’d give you one!”

The younger girl stepped back and was pleased with the reaction but tried not to show it. Goading the woman was a dangerous hobby but she didn’t want to push her too far.

“You were worried that Tom would chase me around the Lodge!” Masumi exclaimed, a trifle too enthusiastically.

Aiko was extremely possessive toward the English Captain, especially whenever he returned to the Island with a shipment of girls. The dominant woman was a control freak and loved nothing better than cuckolding and denying the Englishman sex. Masumi, if she got the chance, took full advantage of his frustrated state whenever the opportunity cropped up during one of his visits.

Masumi met Tom for the first time two years earlier in Tokyo, just after a snatch nearly turned into a disaster. Aiko and Takumi decided to send her back to Folito Island aboard the ship, so she spent 4 days with Tom in his cabin. There was only a single bunk, but Tom soon got used to sharing it with her.

The exasperating thing was that nobody took her seriously, even though she was distantly related to Jirou, on her father’s side. The younger Tanaka brother, Jirou, or BJ for short, managed the development and research centre on Folito Island. He half owned the Tanaka Tyre company in partnership with his brother, Hiroto. Together and with Aiko’s father, Professor Yimada, the trio invented and developed a breathable latex membrane that could be permanently coated onto human skin.

Being Professor Yamada’s daughter gave Aiko her kudos and she was determined to make the most of it by strutting around and giving orders. Masumi’s taunt didn’t go down too well with Aiko. The vindictive woman suddenly reached out and grabbed Masumi by the throat.

“You think you can take my place in Tom’s bed?” she hissed through gritted teeth.

Her attack caused Masumi to step back and butt up against the edge of a small, rectangular dining table. The younger woman used it in the main as an artist’s work surface, so it was littered with pencil and charcoal sketches in various stages of completion. She threw her hands back to stop herself from falling backward, but the papers slipped and she ended up on her back staring up into Aiko’s blazing green eyes.

“Aiokkkkkooo!” Masumi protested in a strained gargle.

“Listen carefully, Masumi. Tom set sail last night, so you’ll have to find someone else to wag your fat arse at!” Aiko growled. “Things are changing around here and I’m going to expect you to make more of an effort. Hirito is no more. BJ owns the whole company now and I’m his number one Lieutenant. You do my bidding. Do you understand?”

The dominatrix relaxed her grip to allow her naked captive to respond.

“Y… Yes Miss,” she replied, relaxing a tad. “What’s happened…?

“Roll over and take your punishment!” Aiko commanded. “You know the routine!”

Masumi knew better than to challenge her authority, so lifted her body and rolled sideways, pushing her sketches aside in the process. As she laid down on her front, her ample breasts cushioned her position. The bruises from Aiko’s last thrashing hadn’t quite disappeared, so she was prepared for a higher level of pain than usual.

Aiko liked her subject to spread themselves when she inflicted a whipping, so she worked her body forward a little and lifted her knees up onto the table, thus opening herself up to the dominatrix. Thigh splits was the extreme form of submission that Aiko usually expected when lying on her front.

The hump of her smooth vulva rested on the table top, but her curving lips were vulnerable and a prime target for the 4-inch leather flapper on the end of the vindictive woman’s crop.

The only predictable thing about Aiko, was that her sadistic streak would drive her on to cause as much pain as possible with the minimum amount of effort on her part.

Masumi bit her lip and waited for the onslaught.