Extract from Penny In Harness

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Chapter 11 pages 173-174 : Penny as Amber's piggy-girl

In front of me was a mirror, with my face and body reflected in it. I turned to look, to find that in place of a nose I had a snout; a little pink snout, upturned and with the nostrils at the end. I had a side view of my body, including the curve of my bottom, above it a curly pink tail stuck out at a perky angle. When Amber had stuck a nose and tail on me I'd thought she might be making me into a puppy-girl, a fantasy I'd heard of but which we hadn't tried. I wasn't a puppy; I was a pig.

It's hard to imagine a more humiliating image. Naked and permanently crawling so that my rear view was just as rude as it could possibly be. For a girl to be naked and crawling is sexy; to be naked and crawling in a collar and lead is sexy and submissive; to be naked, crawling, collared with have a snout and tail is sexy, submissive and just unbelievably wanton. It was everything a woman is taught not to be; immodest, undignified, nude in public, an available slut, a sexual plaything. Add to that the popular image of a pig; dirty, ill mannered, fecund, and you had Amber's new creation; the piggy-girl.

That was what she called me as she stood over me with a long, whippy hazel switch in her hand. It should have been unendurably humiliating.

It was me to the core. Amber really understood me and had made the best of all the things that turn me on the most. Exhibitionism, because I was naked and in a position that left my pussy and bottom-hole showing all the time. Submission, because I was on her lead and naked at her feet. Punishment, because I knew full well that her hazel switch was there to decorate my bottom with some pretty, red stripes. Sexual irresponsibility, because I was now a pig and could be expected to behave no better. It was humiliating yes; deliciously, exquisitely humiliating.

Besides, as I looked at myself in the mirror, one thing was certain. I made a really cute piggy-girl. I'm small, with a round bum and little tits. As pony-girls, Ginny and Vicky looked much better than me, taller, more elegant and with lovely breasts to show off. I really came into my own as a piggy-girl, neater, more loveable.

I rubbed my face against Amber's trousers to show my appreciation, then turned my bum to the mirror and looked back over my shoulder. As I knew it would, my pussy pouted out from between my thighs like a little ripe fig, a wet, pink centre to a nest of black fur. My bottom hole showed too, a tiny dark dimple in puckered pink flesh, again with a good deal of hair around it. My bum cheeks were pink and fresh and parted, my tail curled above them, wobbling slightly as I moved.

It's vain, I know, but at that instant I wished I could fuck myself. My rear view was just pure sex. It made me want to stick my bum up in the air and offer myself publicly to anyone who fancied filling my little piggy rear with cock, a dildo, their fingers, anything they wanted really, just as long as I got filled, and preferably in my pussy and bum-hole at the same time.

Of course I knew that an average member of the public wouldn't have the guts to just take me like that even if it was offered, especially with Amber there too. Reality was that anyone who saw us would probably ring the police. I didn't think Amber would take that sort of risk and so far we hadn't so much as seen a car, so I began to feel more secure.

I rubbed up against Amber's leg again, wondering what she had planned. She had been admiring her handiwork and looking pretty pleased with herself. When I put my cheek against her leg she patted my head and reached into her pocket to offer me a chocolate. I nuzzled it off her hand, a rum truffle, which seemed appropriate and was better than being fed on acorns.

"Right, Pinky, we're going for a walk," she told me, tugging gently on my lead.

There was immense satisfaction in her voice. Her greatest pride was always in sexual creativity, and this was her own creation and so a fantasy all our own. For now anyway, I knew my lover and knew that she'd be far too pleased with herself not to show me off to like-minded friends. I knew Ginny would be delighted, Vicky too, Anderson would probably want to fill my fantasy of being taken from behind as a piggy-girl. The name was sweet too, friendly and familiar, a good name for a pet pig.

Amber walked onto the track, my hands and legs sinking into the cool, squishy mud as I followed. The feeling made me want to wallow in the muck until my body was plastered with it. I made to roll over but got a smack across my haunches with the switch for my trouble. I still got a good coating as |I crawled down the track, the mud often coming up to my thighs and once deep enough to smear my dangling boobs. I wanted to sit in it, but Amber wouldn't let me and by the time we reached the bottom of the track my bum had four red lines across it.

A little stream ran across the path, surrounded by oaks instead of the ranks of poplars that made up most of the wood. I was led onto a narrower path, floored with damp leaf mould instead of rutted mud. Amber strolled along, whistling and swinging her switch, only occasionally turning to look down at her piggy-girl.

I was sure that there would be more to it than just being walked and then having sex when we found a suitably lonely place. I was right. After a couple of hundred yard the path opened out onto a little bowl shaped depression where the wood ended. The stream ran through the middle, passing underneath a dilapidated barbed wire fence and a thick holly. Beyond the fence was a semi-circular area of thick, lush grass. In the centre the stream spread out into a wide ford, heavily pocked with cow hoof marks. The resulting mud pool was about ten yards across and full of deep, oozing mud; rich brown and glutinous.

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