“Step right up, come try your luck! Fabulous prizes to be won!”
John Mayer paused outside of the tent with the man costumed up shouting at the passerby. Here at the festival, out in the rural countryside far from prying eyes, the rich mixed with elements of the underworld in a county fair that catered to those with more…frowned upon tastes. As made very clear by the carriage that went by on his other side, pulled by four naked women dressed as horses complete with boots shaped as hooves, armbinders, leather harnesses, and blinders with thick bit gags beneath their teeth. “Don’t they look wonderful.” His wife Kristy commented as the carriage continued down the festival path.
John smiled at his wife. She was dressed in a flowing white summer dress, combined with black leather thigh high boots with a heel that brought her up to just below his height. “They most definitely do, maybe we’ll have to convert some of our harem back home to ponies, I’m sure you’d love to sit in a carriage and whip the ponygirls.”
They both knew that Kristy had been considering the idea for some time, since their property did have a barn that contained their two horses and the pair enjoyed riding, but there was additional space that could be easily converted for ponygirls. “Sir!” The man in front of the tent now directly addressed them. “And Madam.” He quickly added seeing Kristy’s glare. “Would you like to try your hand at some games? We have many prime prizes to join your at-home harem!”
John glanced at his wife before nodding. “Alright, we could give some a try.”
He ignored Kristy rolling her eyes at the mention of a harem despite yes, they essentially had one at home with multiple slaves kept in their dungeons but they walked through as the man held open the tent flap and allowed them to enter.
The inside of the tent was far larger than he had though looking at it from the outside. There were a number of carnival games scattered around that he recognized from going to other county festivals, such as ring toss, shoot the cans, testing your strength with a hammer, and all manner of other things that were usually rigged in some way. Here though he suspected they were still difficult, but were in no way rigged. Since rigging games for the type of people wandering through this festival would probably cost these people their lives. The other difference to a regular festival were the prizes. Usually there would be racks of stuffed animals or toys to be won, but these stands instead had costumed young women on display.
John really liked the selections. The first stand off to the left was a shooting game, with the top prize being a girl in a police uniform, who was kneeling on a raised platform with her hands cuffed behind her. Her booted ankles were also chained together with handcuffs, and as the platform rotated around John could also see another set of handcuffs connecting the two, hogcuffing the woman. A sign proclaimed her to be Detective Janice Rhodes from Oklahoma, who probably had sniffed a little too close to an operation and soon went undercover permanently, so to speak. A blue ballgag filled her mouth, with a padded leather blindfold covering her eyes as she continued to rotate on the platform.
The next stall was a racing game, where players would aim at a target for their game piece to move faster to reach the other end of the track. However instead of the usual ducks or race cars, the racing objects were four costumed women. There was a blonde nurse, dressed in a sexier version of what was probably her normal outfit. Then a maid in a classic french maid outfit complete with an apron, stockings, and heels. Third was a Chinese girl, dressed in a striking blue cheongsam dress and high heeled shoes, and then a young college girl, dressed in a crop top that was emblazoned with her sorority’s symbols. All four women were chained with leather cuffs, their hands up above and legs down below to the vertical metal poles that extended up a story or two. It looked like when racing, the girls would rise up the pole pulled along by their cuffed wrists. All were gagged with harness panelgags and had wires running under their skirts, likely linked to how well a player was performing to activate some kind of plug buried in each girl.
At the basketball game to the left of the racing station, the prize was a Hooters girl. The brunette was dressed in the classic orange and white uniform and tied in a lotus position in a plastic display box off to one side. Gagged with microfoam tape and something stuffed into her mouth beneath, the girl rocked side to side in her bonds, any noise she might have been making did not penetrate the cage she was secured in.
The next prize was a dominatrix. Dressed in thigh high leather boots, long leather gloves, and a leather corset that allowed her breasts to hang fully exposed, she was secured in a leather armbinder holding her arms behind her back, with leather straps all up her legs ensuring she wasn’t going anywhere. A black harness ballgag filled her mouth, causing drool to spill onto her perfect breasts as she struggled. Additional straps kept her pinned against a metal pole, which the game of “how long can you hang” was attached to.
The final stand on the left had a cowgirl and an equestrienne. The brunette cowgirl was dressed in denim shorts, a chequered shirt that was tied off under the white top that covered her breasts, and of course brown cowgirl boots. She was roped into a strict hogtie on top of the display table, with the standard binding ropes around her wrists, elbows, ankles, knees, and chest harness. The short hogtie rope connected her wrists to her ankles and a leather collar was wrapped around her neck and tied down to the table, keeping her in place. An additional rope was tied off to her ponytail and disappeared over the back of the display table, but forced the girl to keep her head up so her face was on full display to anyone walking by. John admired the bandana tied between her lips, holding another bandana in place in her mouth to muffle her cries. He was distracted from watching the cowgirl by Kristy, who directed his attention over to the equestrienne girl on the other side of the stand. Like her sister in bondage, the blonde equestrienne was bound in a tight hogtie on a display table, but this time with leather straps. Her riding outfit of tall black boots, tan jodhpurs, grey long sleeve top, and black leather riding gloves was compressed against her body with how tight the straps were fastened. She was more active than her counterpart, struggling hard against the straps so much that John could hear the leather of her boots and straps squeaking as they rubbed against each other. Her mouth was filled with a leather bitgag, forcing her to drool and a similar ponytail rope kept her head up, allowing him to see her features. “That’s the one.” Kristy said. “It’ll be rather fitting too for a equestrienne to become a ponygirl.
From the lines at the stalls, John could tell that the police officer and the dominatrix were the two most popular girls that other rich people sought after. Some stalls didn’t have any lines at all and the stall that they wanted was one of them. The game was ring toss, landing a ring onto bottles and he needed to land five rings out of seven throws in order to win. “Two thousand dollars sir, for the chance to win one of these lovelies!” The man managing the stall indicated the bound and gagged girls. “Perfect for your harem at home. Would you like to play?”
John already knew his answer and paid the fee before taking the rings. With his eyes staring directly at his intended prize, he drew a hand back and let the first ring fly.