The Redhead in the Killer Kollar

Mistress Melinda looked very confused. "But you opened Loraine's collar?.." she sputtered. "There has to be a way."

"It is very hard to explain," I said, "but the memory slot that keeps track of how many orgasms you have had in a day is right next to the memory slot that says to open the collar. And your orgasm memory slot overflows if you have more than 15 orgasms in a day."

"That's impossible," she said, her shoulder slumping even further. "I can have sex that many times, but there's no way I would orgasm every time."

"That's where my Orgasmatron comes in," I said, "... and a heavy dose of rasagiline."

She looked at me even more confused and I said, "It's a Parkinson's drug with the side effect of giving women spontaneous orgasms."

"I owe you," she said.

"No," I said, "you owe all the subs and switches that you tricked into slavery. The police and FBI will be here by the time you finish your horsey ride. You will give them names, dates, places, and anything else they need."

"I only did it because of this," she said, reaching up to her collar. She tried to smile and then said, "I thought a weekend as a sub would be interesting."

As she began removing her clothing she said, "You know, he makes me remain nude at home and at other places. Having clothing on today was a privilege."

As she climbed onto the horse, she nodded toward the other Masters and Mistresses and asked, "Do they have to watch?"

"Consider it to be part of your punishment for what you have done," I answered as I began applying the small brown electrodes in the proper pattern all over her body. "As a matter of fact, I will use you as my demonstration video for the Orgasmatron ... unless you object."

"No," she said softly, "I probably deserve even more."

She placed her feet on the shiny stirrups concealed behind the leather covers and her hands on the shiny grips on either side of the horse's head. I nodded to Lorraine and she stepped up and personally wound the leather around Melinda's hands and feet to bind them in place.

"The program is automatic," I said to Lorraine. "All you have to do is press the green start button."

A few moments later the soft hum of the megavibrators and the slightly louder moan of Melinda's arousal filled the tent.

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