Debbie Breaks A Bronco! (Part 2)
    Sorry for the delay gang, but the Hard Rock Hotel just opened up their big concert venue here in Vegas, and Girlie and myself were invited over for a couple of days stay over there. They opened with the Kllers, then Carlos Santana (who just bought a house & lives here now, and will be doing several shows a week over there, and we go see Paul McCartney tonnight! Not to shabby, the place, is simply beutiful...
    Now on to where we last left off...Debbie was approaching her Bronco sub with the slip-knotted rope, attempting to harness him into submission...
    She slips the noose under his balls, sets the alignment, then with a pop-up of her wrist, the noose slips up and over his testicle sack. Like an old pro, which is very perceptive for a 1st timer, I yelled from my comfortable perch, "Debbie, yank it...yank it hard, set the noose!"
    With that, with both hands, she yanked on the rope, causing the slip-knot to close in & bite into the freshly shaven flesh! The hemp rope held fast, as he violently bucked, almost knocking the bed freame support off it's balance. She kept the rope taungnt, as well as both hands firmly gripped. Her feet were at cross-stance, as his abdominal muscles pulled her around by his roped scrotum!
    He fought her for a good 5 minutes, but Debbie was a trooper, holding on, slowly weraing him down, as the fatigue started setting in, as he began to submit to his new attrapment.
    Her wild bronco, had been harnessed into submission. She will now be controlling his every move, of her evry whim, and he will indeed obey...or else!
    As he test her temper, by trying to pull away, he is painfully reminded that he belongs to her, as she gives him a hard quick stinging yank of the scrotum leash. Just seeing this bond development in front of me, was truly a moving experience. As a tear came to my eye, I knew...my work had been done...
    I got up, disconnecting the rope which held his legs, and freed them. Then I disconnected the bracket which held the crossbar, to which each hand were tied to the end of. This bracket stays on, as we lead him down the hall and out into the backyard toward the stables.
    Leading him up to the waiting ponycart, he resisted at first, but Debbie is quick...with a stinging yank with one hand, and a cross-smack across the butt with the crop with the other hand. Yes, she definatly was enjoying this feeling of power & control!
    As we lined him up to the pulls, the crossbar, which he has been wearing already, snaps perfectly into the carts receivers. Walking back to the back of the cart, rope and crop in her hand, she boards her two-wheeled carriage and sits down. Then, almost like cannon fire, an emotional sense of urgency, the crop came down hard onto his buttocks, as she popped the leash up, ordering him to his toes!
    And with that...Woman & Ponyboy had bonded, taking off like the wind, as she had him run a full gallop down the trail. I just stood there for a second, as Girlie came up to my side and put her arm around my waist, "Well Michelle, everyone has their purpose!"
    "Yea!", I replied, "And it's our job to help them find it!"
    Girlie and me went back into the house, arm in arm, for a quiet evening of toddies and lovemaking...Anyway, hope that wasn't too emotional, I will give all the details on the Easter egg hunt in my next writing! Till next time, take care and behave yourselfs, your ballbustingbrat...