(f-self, consensual, bondage, ponyplay)
Pippa took a deep breath and looked around the room in wonder. She knew that, if she was going to do this right, she would have to be… unencumbered. Nervously, and with trembling hands, she removed her clothes and put them to one side, until she stood there, completely naked.
Now, where to begin…
- o O o –
At last, it was the start of the summer break! Finally free of the elementary school where she taught seven- to eight-year-old kids, and with her twenty-fourth birthday party behind her, Pippa headed for her favourite place, ‘Uncle’ Owen’s ranch in Kentucky. He and his wife, Penelope, had been friends of her parents since before she’d been born, and she’d always thought of them as the aunt and uncle she never had. She had loved visiting them since she was a little girl because, like many little girls, she loved to be around ponies and horses – she had learned to ride at six. She loved everything about the stables, and wasn’t afraid of a bit of hard work. This would be a chance to indulge her passion and earn a little extra money.
Although the ranch was owned by Owen, she would be working for Steve, the Head Groom. She was a lowly stable hand, but she was doing everything she most enjoyed – mucking out, grooming, training, even riding the horses out when they needed to be exercised, which was every day – and getting paid for it, always a good thing, given her lowly teacher’s salary.
She liked Steve and, for his part, he didn’t object to having a hard-working and very pretty young woman around. He’d been there a couple of years, and had begun to look forward to her visits, enjoying her lively conversation and enthusiasm for the work, as well as the sight of her beautiful body as she threw herself into the menial tasks of the stable yard. Not that he would ever overstep the mark – he respected Owen too much for that, and he also wanted to keep his job. Also, she always seemed so sweet and innocent, he felt a little bit nervous of sullying the relationship they had developed. So, he would look, but he wouldn’t touch.
Pippa had been there for two weeks when she discovered something which was to change the course of her life. She was in the tack room, oiling the leather and polishing the brass, when she picked up the next item to work on, a harness. But there was something wrong with this, it was too small for any horse or pony in the stables. It looked like it could only fit…
Curious, she wandered out into the yard with the confusing piece of tack, and went over to the Head Groom, who was working on one of the big stallions.
“Hey, Steve,” she called out as she approached, “I found this in the tack room, but I’m not sure it belongs there. What is it?”
She held up the item in question, and watched as the previously confident young man blushed a deep red and muttered a nervous reply.
“Y-you’ll have to ask the boss about that,” he stammered. She badgered him to elaborate, but he clammed up completely, before making an excuse, and virtually running away.
Pippa shrugged her shoulders and thought nothing more about it until the end of the day. But, when she was ready to return to the ranch house, she saw the web of straps, and took it with her. She waited until they’d finished dinner, and Alice the cook / maid had cleared away, before broaching the subject.
“Uncle Owen,” she began, “I found this today, and when I asked Steve about it, he got really weird, then told me to ask you about it.”
The ranch owner, a good-looking man in his fifties, with distinguished streaks of grey in his hair, looked with some surprise, but also with a wistful smile on his chiselled face, at the object she was holding up, blissfully innocent of its true purpose.
“That belonged to Penelope, God rest her soul,” he replied with a smile, feeling no embarrassment at the memory, but saddened by the reminder of his loss.
“Really?” Pippa asked. She had loved her ‘Aunt’, who had always indulged her, like a real aunt is supposed to, and she’d been devastated when she died of cancer five years previously.
“But what is it?” Owen looked at her for a long time before replying.
“Your parents would kill me if I told you,” he said. “Let me think about it. If you’re still interested, ask me again in the morning.”
Try as she might, he would say no more on the subject, and she went to bed frustrated and burning with curiosity. She was about to get into her pyjamas, when she looked at the leather straps on the bed. Owned by Penelope, a secret not to be shared with her parents, something which embarrassed the worldly-wise Steve… could it be… ?
She had to try out her new theory. She held the straps up against her naked body, and knew she was right. With her breaths coming shallow and ragged, she placed the harness over her shoulders, then moved down her body, buckling each strap as tight as she could – above her breasts, below her breasts, around her stomach, around her hips. One strap remained, hanging down in front. She squatted, spreading her thighs, pulling the strap between her legs and through the buckle behind. The leather felt cool against the hot, wet lips of her sex…
She stood in front of the mirror, staring in shock and wonder at the vision before her. The tight harness seemed to define the shape of her body, the darkness of the old leather contrasting so well with the light tan of her skin. She knew she was intensely aroused, and one hand went to her breast, rubbing the nipple, the other going down to her sex – but she found it completely inaccessible, locked away behind the wide strap.
She would have to unfasten the strap over her crotch if she wanted to masturbate, but she couldn’t bring herself to spoil the visual effect, or indeed, change the feeling that the restrictive harness was sending to every part of her body…
She lay on the bed, slowly running her hands across her body, feeling where the belts dug into her, exploring their texture. She revelled in her arousal, suffering the exquisite torture of her frustration, as images of herself in the stable yard swam before her inner eye, the boys and girls brushing her hair, rubbing her down, exercising her, presenting her proudly to Steve for inspection…
At last she fell asleep, still wearing the harness.
- o O o –
Pippa was a little surprised to find that, when she woke up, the harness had not caused her any discomfort, and as she got out of bed and wandered around her bathroom, brushing her teeth and washing her face, it not only felt comfortable, it somehow felt natural, like a part of her body.
On an impulse, she decided to skip her shower so she could keep the harness on, using a washcloth to freshen up instead. She pulled on a sleeveless blouse with a high neckline to cover the shoulder straps, a pair of thin shorts, and a pair of flat shoes. She felt very daring, going down to breakfast not wearing underwear, very… alive.
“So, what can you tell me about the harness?” she asked her host after breakfast. He looked at her with interest, noting that she had called it a harness, rather than a ‘thing’. He dug in his pocket and handed her something. She looked down, and saw that it was a key, a door key.
“Penelope kept all her stuff in a room off the main tack room,” he explained, “That’s where that harness should have been. You can return it for me.” He saw the excitement in the young woman.
“But not until you’ve done your jobs for Steve,” he called after her as she ran out.
Pippa worked hard that morning, trying to finish her jobs early, so she could get to what she really wanted to do. To her surprise, she found that the straps didn’t start to chafe her, even as she began to sweat, but the constant rubbing of the leather over her pussy kept her in a state of arousal the whole time. She found herself working harder and faster, trying to make that arousal reach its natural peak but, just like the night before, she found herself being frustrated.
At last her morning jobs were done, and she dashed to the tack room. She had seen the door every day, blocked by various bits of furniture, so unobtrusive she’d never even asked what was behind it. Now, she eagerly moved the bench and the locker from in front of it, fumbled the key into the lock, almost dropping it in her excitement, and went in.
She saw the strange items of tack hanging on the wall, not recognising any of them, and a pair of weird-looking boots on the floor. but her attention was drawn to the framed photograph hanging on the wall. She immediately recognised Penelope in it, but nothing like she’d ever seen her before. She was young, probably younger than Pippa now, and she was naked. Pippa could see she was wearing the harness, but so much more. There were the boots, a harness around her head with blinders, a bit in her mouth. Her arms seemed to have almost disappeared into some leather pouch, and her hands were covered…
But what took her attention were the eyes. They were glistening, sparkling, smiling. Penelope was happy like this, maybe, given the flush of her cheeks, even excited. Pippa remembered her parents’ friend as a jolly, kind, loveable lady, but this… this showed that she had also been a very sexy and sexual young woman. Who would have thought…
Pippa took a deep breath and looked around the room in wonder. She knew that, if she was going to do this right, she would have to be… unencumbered. Nervously, and with trembling hands, she removed her clothes and put them to one side, until she stood there, completely naked, apart from the harness.
Now, where to begin…
She glanced at the photo, and decided that the head harness with the blinders would be the place to start. The first thing she had to do was tie her long, flowing auburn hair into a pony tail high on her head. She found the leather cuff, about six inches long, which she could see in the picture, and fastened it around the base of the ponytail, so that it stood high above her head. Now she strapped the head harness on, the leather straps running down either side of her face, holding the stiff flaps on either side of her eyes, removing all peripheral vision. It was strange, disorienting, but somehow, it just fed her excitement. She rushed on, impatient to recreate the image before her.
The boots were next. She saw the platform sole, shaped like a hoof, the incredible spiked heel, and knew she had never experienced anything like these before. But they looked roughly her size and, undaunted, she pulled them on. They came up to her knees, with a ribbon tie at the top to hold them in place. They fit like a glove, the ultra-soft leather caressing her leg. Her foot was forced into an extreme tiptoe position, and she realised it was going to take some practice to get the hang of walking in these things. She carefully got to her feet, holding tightly to the edge of the table, finding her balance point before trying to continue.
“How do you expect me to WALK in these?” she asked the world in general, but slowly, very carefully, she got the hang of it.
She couldn’t take her eyes off the next item of the outfit she was about to take on. It was clearly meant to be a tail, and she’d seen the hole in the back of the body harness where it would fit, but she was having difficulty coming to terms with the… anchor point of the mass of brown hair. It was obvious where it was meant to go, but it looked way too big to go there! And anyway, she’d never had anything up there before…
‘Gosh, Aunt Penelope,’ she thought as she looked at the photo on the wall, ‘I never knew you were such a kinky girl! Look at what you’re getting me into now!’
She spotted an old tube of KY lubricant on the table, and found that it hadn’t gone dry. She squeezed a ton of it on the end of the tail, then smeared some between her cheeks, self-consciously pushing her finger inside her ‘bottom’, as she pruriently thought of it. She steered the soft rubber phallus through the ring of the harness and felt the cold gel touch her skin. Taking a deep breath, she bent forward, spread her cheeks, and started to push.
‘WELL!’ she thought, screwing eyes shut against the curious discomfort, ‘THIS is more intimate than I expected… so… tell me… why am I doing this again?’ But, she didn’t stop until the whole thing was inside her. She straightened up, trying to assimilate the strange feeling of fullness inside her, and twisted around to try and see what the tail looked like, sticking out of her rectum. ‘A tail…’ she thought, ‘I have… a TAIL now… what a world…’ She gathered the volumes of horsehair on her arm, and turned to the photo.
“So…” she said out loud, addressing her long-dead ‘aunt’, “Do you like the tail?”
She knew that the length of rubber with brass rings on either end of it was a bit, but that didn’t make her any happier. “Ugh! Really?” she said as she picked it up from the table. She had never liked things in her mouth – dentist drills, scuba mouthpiece, a boy’s cock – but she shrugged her shoulders. ‘Fine…’ she thought resignedly – she was committed now, she wasn’t going to back out. She gripped the rubber between her teeth and fastened the buckle behind her head.
She took stock of herself. She ground her teeth against the rubber bit, feeling the saliva build up and run over her bottom lip, oozing down her chin. The harness on her head and on her body held her tight, always reminding her that she was in bondage. The tail couldn’t be ignored, every time she moved the intruder shifted inside her, sending strange, unfamiliar feelings through her body. Just standing still was made difficult by the boots…
She stared at the photograph on the wall, and realised that she could see her reflection in the glass.
‘I don’t know…’ she thought, ‘I think I look f***in’ hot! I think… I… LIKE it! Kind of…’
The only items left on the table were hooves to go on her hands, and straps for her arms. ‘I’m going to need help here,’ she thought. At that moment, she heard a noise, and turned towards the door.
“Oh! It’sh 'oo!” she exclaimed around the bit, feeling embarrassed, but also strangely excited, at being observed. How long had he been standing there? How much had he seen? Well, whatever, he was seeing her now, in all her finery. It seemed too good an opportunity to miss. She held out the hoof gloves.
“I nee’ some he’p here, p’ease!”
To be continued…?