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Our boys were staggered, so her’s was closest to her, then mine, hers, and finally mine. They couldn’t see, thanks to their latex unicorn masks, were anally stuffed with heavy plugs, and wore clunky, impossible shoes. All while naked and sporting some seriously hard erections from the impending humiliation.
“If one of mine wins, he can join us in your bed this evening!” Alex kicked her feet playfully and added, “Actually, whoever wins can, and all that loses will be put in chastity and made to kneel while you and I please the winner.”
“How’s that for motivation?” I used my riding crop to trace the head of one slave’s dripping erection, and they clogged their hoofs in unison.
Unicorn Races With Mistress Alexus
and Mistress Alex Part Three
“Alright,” I swatted the erection, and the slave grunted but remained poised at the starting line. “You know the prize but not the tasks. You are to run three laps around the track.” This task would be difficult without the hoofs or anal plugs because of the size of the pool the track surrounded. Their fumbling should prove quite hilarious for Alex and me. “As Mistress Alex said, the winner shares our bed while the other three will be locked in chastity while still wearing their plugs and masks. I’ve always wanted to fuck in front of a unicorn audience.” Alex giggled behind the racers and crawled up on her knees on the lounger.
“Also!” She chimed in, and four unicorn heads turned to look at her. “If you don’t win and belong to me,” She slapped the riding crop against her palm and pinned them with a pointed stare. “Twenty lashes of the crop to your inner thighs before you’re caged.” She pushed her thick red hair behind her ears and smiled. “I really hate losing.”
“On your marks!” I called, and the boys hunched into the starting position. One dug his hoof into the ground, and mentally, I gave him points for theatrics. “Get set,” deeper, they bent, preparing to run.
“Go,”
Mistress Alex wailed, and the four majestic creatures lumbered off embarrassingly. They couldn’t keep in straight lines and ping-ponged off each other. Alex and I laughed with heads thrown back as hard cocks bobbed and swayed with their efforts to run while hoofs slapped the ground. One of mine tripped over his own feet and moaned when his knees hit the track. I imagine him clenching on the plug as he fell was the source of the sound.
“Get up! Get up!” I bellowed as Alex cheered on her clumsy beasts. My fallen managed to get up, and as he rushed forward unseeing, he plowed his stiff cock into the soft backside of one of Alex’s racers. We hollered in laughter as they tried desperately to untangle from each other and continue the race. “Stop fucking around!” Alex called, and again, we fell into fits of giggles.
Would any of these poor slaves win the prize of a night between Mistress Alex and I?
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