6. Masumi - Caught in the act (1)

Masumi, rubbed her butt ruefully, while the hot spray eased some of the tension out of her muscles and the pain from her bruised peachy buttocks. Aiko’s thrashing had been a rude awakening to the day, but not entirely unexpected. The sadistic woman was power hungry and was always looking for excuses to punish her for some warped reason, or another.

Aiko knew that she would take the whipping without complaining to BJ, partly because she enjoyed the pain. The clamp on her clit though, was a different matter, for it was the first time that Aiko had shackled her in any way. Masumi returned to her room, sat on the bed and began to dry her hair.

She absentmindedly fingered the tiny clam-like devise and considered mentioning it to BJ later that day. She could tell him that she wasn’t happy and try and get a reassurance from him that she wouldn’t do it again. However, after balancing up the situation, Masumi decided to wait and see if Aiko kept her word and removed it at the end of the day.

After selecting a blue tunic from her wardrobe, she stood in front of the mirror to examine her appearance. Her hazel eyes sparkled and she was still flushed from Aiko’s thrashing and finger sex, but the colour in her cheeks was a welcome addition, for it added a little life to her normally bland complexion. The baby blue, semi-transparent tunic, shimmered in the early morning sunshine, revealing every contour and feature of her shapely body to the outside world.

Unfortunately, the silver clamp, which protruded from her labium cleft, just below the dimple of her smooth vulva, was also visible. She tried to push it down and back, but it was immovable without the right tool.

Masumi decided that because the hem of the tunic danced just below the line of her vulva, she could get by without wearing panties, which she detested. She had been driving the chariots with a bare ass, ever since BJ began training Pony-girls, so the panties would only draw attention to her plight in the short period before she started work.

Masumi was envious of Aiko’s confident nature and the way she dominated everyone around her. She would never be like the austere woman, but she was determined to find a wealthy husband and gain her own powerful position in society. Being stuck on Folito Island was a problem, but if she tagged along with the dominatrix, then maybe, she reasoned, some of Aiko’s success would rub off on her.

When Masumi arrived in the dining room, she found Sakkara sitting eating her breakfast, while watching a video on her tablet. The younger sister grabbed a plate, selected a number of hot and cold items from the table and took a seat next to her sister.

“What you watching?” she asked.

Sakkara looked up from the screen and cast an eye over Masumi’s appearance.

“A stupid rom-com. Have you heard the news?”

“You mean about Hiroto?” Masumi asked.

“Yes. Has Aiko been to see you, because she’s on the warpath?”

Masumi took hold of her sister’s left wrist and guided her hand down to her thigh. “Feel that Sah, the crazy woman has shackled me as though I’m one of her fucking Pony-girls!”

Masumi opened her thighs to allow Sakkara to move her fingers up to her blazing labia. The older girl’s eyes widened when her fingers discovered the clam-shaped restraint.

“Ow, don’t pull it Sah, it’s painful.” Sakkara pulled her fingers away. “She blames me for not finishing the stables.”

“She came to your room…?”

“And thrashed me!”

“Did she say why she fitted the clamp?” Sakkara asked.

“It’s just for the day. I think she wants to make an example of me in front of the rest of the stable staff. Now she’s in charge, she means to put her foot down!”

“Fat chance of that,” her sister scoffed and they both chuckled.

Unlike Masumi, Sakkara didn’t have any trace of her Scandinavian grandmother’s genes in her appearance. She wore her jet-black hair shoulder-length, her face was rounder than Masumi’s and her nose slimmer. The only similarity between the sisters were their wide wanton mouths and their height. Sakkara was slightly slimmer and in complete contrast to Masumi had small petite tits.

Masumi hurried her food, not wanting to keep Aiko waiting, so after a brief chat, arranged to meet Sakkara at 11 o’clock at the stables for the morning training session.

Aiko’s new room was in the director’s wing of the Lodge, which was off limits during the day to most of the staff, so the corridor was quiet when she knocked on the door. Getting no response, Masumi raised her fist again only for Aiko to appear at the end of the corridor.

Masumi waited for the older woman to open the door, before following her into the reception room of the suite.

“It looks as though Kartu has taken the bitch for her exercise,” Aiko observed, before picking up a length of chain from the floor.

Kartu’s empty punishment cage sat on a stout occasional table, near an open patio door. Masumi felt uneasy near the cage, for she’d seen Kartu squeeze the Puppies into the cage on more than one occasion. BJ, Hiroto and several directors owned one or more Puppy-girls and Kartu trained BJ’s bitches for him on Folito Island. The organized fights were a major attraction among the staff of the Lodge and the board of directors who occasionally came to the Island for meetings and Pony-girl Galas.

Masumi and Aiko paused half way across the lawn when a gate opened on their right. The huge figure of Kartu emerged leading the latex skinned figure of Blackie, on a short lead. The modified Puppy-girl sported a shiny black latex skin and was BJ’s pride and joy.

Meanwhile, across the lawn, just in front of the dumping ground was a Doy with his snout stuck in the ass of what looked like a blue latex skinned Puppy-girl.

“Looks like the whore secretary has found herself an admirer!” Aiko exclaimed, thwacking her boot with the crop, before setting off across the lawn to see what was going on.

Masumi had briefly seen Penny Soshi with her boss Hiroto the previous day, but hadn’t personally met her, so she was curious to see what Aiko had done to her.