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The Cowgirl and the Carny (Camille and Loneiysong)

The Boss just chuckled as he just began to hose her down completely. He was washing off the sweat from the hard journey she took in the sun, also the sweat from her panic. HE smiled and then looked her over. He had meant her not to follow anyone else's rules unless they gave her the code. Some of the carnies he employed were dirty rats. Especially when it came to a beautiful girl. He smiled and when he got her breasts and stomach good, he stepped closer and began to hose off her thighs and her pussy. He didn't want her to be dirty when he came to her again.

Stepping forward, he spread her nether lips with two fingers and sprayed her directly to her opening and smiled. "Yes, it is cold. Remember that when you want to disobey, yell, or lash out at me. YOu understand?" He raised an eyebrow and soon dropped the hose. He nodded as if to himself. "YOu are clean no." He took the leash and began to lead her back to the RV. Once in there, he had a towel over the couch. Well one cushion. He smiled and snapped his fingers and pointed. "Sit." HE then disappeared and came back with a long thick towel and stood over her and began to dry her hair vigorously.
 
She blinked the water out of her eyes and found the B-man laughing and smiling at her as he continued to douse her body from head to toe with the water. The sexy man’s smile was contagious and Angel felt her own lips began to curl up at each corner, giving him a shy grin in return. There was something about the way his crooked smile made her feel tingly all over. She squealed and protested lightly once more, but she didn’t move from the spot where he had told her to stand, dealing with the freezing cold water the best she could. As he moved closer and reached down to spread her pussy lips, she gasped, knowing what was about to happen. She closed her eyes tightly shut and tried to hold her breath as he aimed the water directly to her clit. She couldn't help but jump a little at the intensity, letting out another high pitched screech.

“Aiiiyeee!! Y…yes, Master! I understand, Sir…”. Angel was learning fast that if she wanted things to go easy for her, she would have to do exactly as the B-man told her to.

Once back inside the RV, the cowgirl quickly warmed up. He smiled again at her as he told her to sit, and Angel gave him a small smile back, hunching over a bit at the shoulders as she sat down on the end of the couch, trying to shield her body and show a little modesty. “Thank you, Master”. The B-man began towel drying her hair when she finally spoke again.

“Master? I was just wondering….uhm….why did you put a collar on me?” She brought up her hands that were still bound, letting her fingers brush gently across the soft, pink leather as he continued to dry her long, wet locks non too gently. “I mean, it’s pretty cool looking and all but…” she was careful in choosing her words. “Am I now your dog?” The cowgirl had no concept of what being “owned by a Master” meant, and she was still a little befuzzled as to what he planned on doing with her.

She continued to look up at him, a mischievous grin beginning to stretch her soft, pink lips, “So, am I hired for the job, Master?”
 
He laughed all the harder whens he screamed. All of his pets always had the same reaction. He loved it. HE wasn't sure why, maybe it was a deep seeded thing. Or at least that is what the psychiatrists always tried to tell him. In fact, a lot of psychiatrist had told him that he had a lot of issues. But he had already known that now hadn't he.

He sighed as he straddled her knees as he continued to dry her hair off. He looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "Cause you are my cowgirl, the collar labels you as mine. At least for the time being." He grinned when she asked if she was a dog. He tried his hardest not to say "yea because your my bitch". He sighed and looekd at her. "It also labels you as my pet and toy. I am not a sharing type, you are mine, case closed." When she asked about the job he canted his head. "Well, your not out walking looking for another job are you?" He chuckled and then dropped the now damp towel around her shoulders and looked at her. "Hmm, I like your towel dried hair."

He smiled and began to towel dry her body and smiled. HE moved to the couch and motioned before him. "Sit at my feet like a good little pet." He said and looked at her obviously waiting for her to comply. When she did, he smiled adn began to towel dry the rest of her body taking great care.
 
Angel liked what the collar represented: She was now his cowgirl. Although she did not fully understand what the strange symbolic gesture meant entirely, especially what would be expected of her now that she was his, she was just happy knowing that the B-man liked her enough to want her for his own. His blue eyes held a warmth that Angel hadn’t seen up to that point and they made the cowgirl’s heart melt a little. When he explained to her why he had put the beautiful pink collar around her neck she wanted to wrap her arms around him and kiss him. But she held still and let him finish drying her hair. Obediently, she moved over to sit between his feet as she was told to do. She would have liked to have been able to put some clothes on, but the B-man didn’t seem to care that she was still naked.

“Master?” She had her back to him as she sat on the floor next to his booted feet, her knees tucked up beneath her dimpled chin. She hugged her legs up close to her chest with both arms after he finished drying her off. “Have you had other pets before me?” Angel couldn’t help but be curious about his previous affairs. She again traced the outer edge of her collar with her fingertips, making sure it was still straight and in place.


(I thought this video was kind of cool and just wanted to share with you...)

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"Yes my dear, I have had many other pets. I hardly ever have more than one at one time." He smiled and stood up and stroked her curly damp hair. "Wait here my sweet." He purred gently to her stroking her hair. He soon came back with a fishnet top that would expose her breasts and nipples and a matching tutu. Everything was a pink color. He looked at her and smiled. "What do you think? Or do you think we should go for something a little more cowgirl?" He then looked at the outfit. HE nodded. "Definitely cowgirl." He disappeared back into his room.

Soon, he came back out with some pink cowgirl boots and a piece of rope. It felt soft and silky. He sat down and set the boots beside her and smiled. "Try those on sexy cowgirl." He purred and then watched her and rolled the rope between his thumb and forefinger watching her nude body like a man about to pounce on her.
 
The cowgirl’s mind raced in several different directions at once as she listened to her Master explain that indeed, he had had many other pets. Angel wondered if some of his former pets still worked there for him at the carnival. She felt a bit of jealousy wash over her, even though he had been adamant about the fact that he only kept one pet at a time. She was curious as to why he did not keep them, her mind swirling with a muiltitude of reasons that might have caused them to displease him or make him no longer want them for his own. Her face became saddened as she wondered quietly, "Would he soon tire of me and want to be rid of me, also?"

She nodded and smiled to her Master as he started to the back of the RV. She told herself she shouldn't dwell too much on what could happen. She was his only pet for now and it was just the two of them alone there in his RV. She would do whatever she could to make him happy with her. “I’ll be such a good cowgirl pet that he’ll never ask me to leave”, she smiled, thinking to herself.

When he presented her with the sexy outfit, she grinned. “Oh wow. Check those out.” She held the fishnet top up to her chest, grinning ear to ear as she looked back up at the B-man. As he turned and walked to the back again, Angel examined the pink tutu and snickered. “This tutu isn’t going to hide my “hoo hoo”!” she mumbled to herself and then laughed. She heard her Master coming back and looked up to see him carrying a pair of pink cowgirl boots.

"Try those on sexy cowgirl."

Angel fell instantly in love with the boots! “Oh Master! They are so beautiful!”
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She scurried to her feet and quickly donned the pink fishnet top and tutu before slipping her feet into the leather boots. They were a perfect fit! The top clung to her full, firm breasts, her pink nipples blaring very prominently through the see-thru netting. Angel then raked her fingers through her wet hair, trying to comb and tame the wild mass of curls hanging loosely around her soft shoulders. She did a little pose for her Master, a shy but happy grin splitting her cheeks wide. “Well? What do ya think?” She twirled, giggling as she teased him further by lifting the hem of the short skirt. Then she turned around and bent over, resting both hands on her knees, looking back at him over one shoulder. Her backside was shamelessly presented to him. The tutu had left nothing to the imagination, her firm round ass completely visible beneath the sheer, stiff material. Her sexy little blonde muff was also exposed, the puffy pink pussy lips glistening with some of her own juices. The excitement of showing herself off in the new outfit was surprisingly turning her on.
 
He sighed in agitation. He peeled off the tutu and the shirt. "I don't like those on you, it is not becoming of your character." He smiled and tossed them to the side and grinned. "But your boots, your boots are perfect. Maybe if your a good cowgirl, I will get you more?" HE grinned and held up the rope. "THis is all you need to dress you my little cowgirl." HE stood up behind her and began to make intricate loops and ties around her body and breasts.

When he was done he stepped back and grinned. "True that Kinbaku is not traditionally cowgirl, I just think it looks adorable." He lead her to a mirror and showed her. The ropes were masterfully tied in places that accentuated her form. Her breasts were jutting out but somehow uplifted, her thighs were pulled away from her pussy so even now he could enter her from behind if he wanted. Her form was free moving, just bound tightly. She still had control of her arms and he kissed her neck. "My little cowgirl all tied up." He smiled and moved to the bed behind her and smacked her ass that had a rope running the length of her asshole and dipped to two sides, one on each leg. "Tell me how you feel."

(This is kinda what I am aiming for.http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs46/i/2009/201/9/f/kinbaku_by_nozhki_v_bosonozhkah.jpg)
 
For a split second, Angel’s heart sank. She heard the disappointment in her Master’s voice while he quickly removed the clothing she had put on for him. Her excitement about the sexy outfit didn’t seem important anymore and her smile turned into somewhat of a bewildered frown. “But, I thought you wanted me to….” Her words were cutoff as her Master told her that the boots could stay and that maybe later she could have more clothing. His smile reassured her that he was not upset with her and she gave him a small smile in return, nodding quietly. He then explained that she would be wearing only a rope, and she watched in complete silence as the B-man began weaving the soft rope, taking great pains to get the rope just right around her body. She was a little apprehensive about being tied up again. Angel didn’t like the inability to move her hands or her arms. But as he tied the soft rope around her, she found it was not painful or too uncomfortable, and she was still left with some mobility. Her Master was very gentle with her, giving her skin a soft caress here and there while he worked the silky rope with great skill and precision.


Standing there looking in the mirror, she took inventory of how the soft rope made her body look. It was a bit bizarre looking to her, as she had never seen anything quite like it before. She looked at her Master who was sitting on the bed, grinning ear to ear.


"Tell me how you feel."


Angel shrugged and looked back at her reflection in the mirror. “Not sure how I feel, Master, but…” She stood there looking up and down her body. “I kinda look like a pig ready for a roasting spit!”
 
The smile quickly melted from hi sface. He stood up and then gripped her rope that was above her breasts. "Well then, you will go naked." He brought out a wicked knife and cut off the ropes from her and tied her face down to the bed post. He was pacing angrily. His face turned red. "You want to look like a pig ready for a roasting pet!? Do you you dumb slut!? I can burn you alive, I can make you wish you were dead." He growled he needed a drink. The RV lunged to drive again

He walked out to the bar, and grabbed a Jack Daniels. He took a long swig and went back to the room. He closed and locked the door and saw her tied on her stomach. He paced back and forth violently still. He growled adn grabbed a riding crop and a small metal vibrator. He shoved it up her pussy and snarled and wiped his fingers disgustedly on her back and took one last drink of jack daniels.

"Ohh you are a dumb slut, you have pissed me off. Pissed me off big time." He began to whip her with the riding crop. He continued to whip. He soon stopped and sat back drinking the Jack Daniels.
 
Angel cried out as he grabbed her and began slicing at the rope, yanking it away from her body. Her eyes widened and filled with fear as she watched his face darken with rage. She was even more frightened when she realized he was going to tie her down to the bed, and she shook her head, begging him not to. “Please M..master. Please don’t…” She was so terrified, she almost felt ill. "What did I do? I didn't mean to upset you..." And the cowgirl truly hadn't meant for her words to anger him.


The intriquet ties that he had made with the rope was strange to her, and she wasn't sure what to make of them. The only thing she could think of to compare it to was that of a pig being trussed up, readied to be roasted over a fire. The cowgirl was honest, if nothing else. And to her, looking at her tied in such a fashion, had only reminded her of a few times neighbors and friends had come together to roast a pig.


Her Master had her tied belly down to the bed, both wrists and ankles fastened to the bed posts. Her entire backside was at his disposal. She turned her head and watched as he paced back and forth, a drink in one hand, his voice gruff and his words cutting. Then she felt something cold and hard being shoved up her pussy. She tried to see what it was, but he had already pushed it inside of her and she had no idea what he meant to do with it there.


"Ohh you are a dumb slut, you have pissed me off. Pissed me off big time."


She squirmed and tugged at her binds as the B-man began swatting at her with the riding crop, hitting her over and over on the ass and the back of her thighs, her skin welting up instantly with each blow. Tears rolled down both cheeks and splashed onto the bedding as he continued to whip her.


The cowgirl began to flash back to the time she lived with her father, when he would beat her unmercifully. She had suffered at the hands of an alcoholic most of her young life. The beatings became more brutal as she got older, and finally she had had enough. That is what brought her here, to this place, to this man who now undoubtedly despised her and wanted to hurt her, too.


“What did I do, Master?” Angel pleaded in a pitiful, desperate voice. Another swat stung across her ass. “Owww!! Please..no more…Daddy…Master!” She cried with her face buried in the bedding, praying it would be over soon. And in a another moment, it was. The cowgirl lay there sobbing, her body aching and her heart broken.

With strands of hair plastered to her tear soaked cheeks, Angel eventually turned to look at her Master sitting there in a chair at the foot of the bed. She was unable to read his face to know if he was still angry or not. She had stopped crying but a few tears still fell from her eyes as she half spoke and half whispered.

"Master, I'm sorry for whatever I did or said to make you angry." She closed her eyes and let out a long shuddered breath before asking. "Are you going to get rid of me now?"
 
He heard her call him daddy. He rolled his eyes and shook his head moving to the side of the bed and sat down. He kind of liked being called Daddy. No pet had ever called him that before. Sitting beside the bed he watched her and drank one more drink adn grinned. "Now, I will show you all the pleasure and more that your master could have given you if you only hadn't been such a selfish mean little slut." He grinned. He licked his lips and reached for a remote. He looked over her and grinned.

"You will learn, you stupid pet, that you will know when I intend to get rid of you." He moved his thumb over a button on the remote and pushed it. An electrical current came from the steel vibrator he had put in her pussy. Not enough to burn or even hurt, just to give her a pleasureful jolt that would extend from the toy and even hit her clit before finishing its course. He stopped and grinned wickedly. "You know, I am a human, I have feelings too." He set the remote and some gentle vibes began to pulse through her. He then untied her legs and tied them together so her thighs were pushed together making the sensation all the more greater.
 
Angel shuddered as the vibe unexpectedly came to life inside of her pussy, the first few inches buzzing inside of her body. Her body arched and she moaned softly, watching her Master work the controls of the remote. She lay still as he tied her legs together. When he was done, she looked at him, her eyes clinging to his. The vibrator was sending short quick bursts of sensations, teasing and manipulating her pleasure spots.

"I know you have feelings, Master. And I would never intentionally try to hurt them...or you." She figured her words were falling on deaf ears as he seemed very focused on the toy he had placed inside of her. She was beginning to tremble, the waves of pleasure getting more intense, the vibrations very strong around her sensitive clit. Angel secretly wished it was HER giving HIM pleasure, so that she could show him how much she did care about him.
 
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