(f-self, consensual, bondage, ponyplay)

‘OK…,’ Pippa thought to herself, ‘I can sort of get the harness… the collar? It is BDSM after all… the blinders? Weird, but fine… the tail!?! DEPRAVED… but I’m sort of enjoying it…but THAT?’

- o O o –

“Oh! It’sh 'oo!” she exclaimed around the bit, feeling embarrassed, but also strangely excited, at being observed by her boss, Steve. How long had he been standing there? How much had he seen? Well, whatever, he was seeing her now, naked and in all her ponygirl finery. It seemed too good an opportunity to miss. She held out the hoof gloves.

“I nee’ some he’p here, p’ease!”

Steve fought to still his racing heart as he gazed in awe at the sight of the stable-owner’s young guest before him. He’d heard rumours around the stable yard about Owen’s late wife, Penelope, but had never given them much credence, although they had inspired him to browse the internet for images of women dressed as ponies. What had surprised him was not the porn, which he’d found strangely arousing, but that there were organisations around the country dedicated to real ponyplay activities – something that convinced him that this was not just an invented fetish, but something people actually did.

Now he had the proof in front of him. He guessed that the equipment must have belonged to Penelope, but Pippa sure filled it out very nicely! The lovely curves of her fine young body were confined within the leather harness she had found yesterday, and she had added the boots, head harness and tail to that. She looked magnificent! The expression on her face was a picture too, a mixture of confusion, doubt, embarrassment, and a very healthy dose of lust.

He finally snapped out of his paralysis and looked around. He saw that there were still a couple of things around she hadn’t noticed.

“I think you need to put this on,” he said, trying to keep his voice firm and level as he handed her the collar.

“Oh, okay,” she said, feeling another hike in her excitement and arousal levels at being ‘commanded’ to dress in the bondage gear. She knew he wasn’t really ordering her to do it, but it fed her own fantasy to think of it like that – she had always gone for domineering men, and knew she had a submissive streak  herself, hidden under that bright, bubbly, confident exterior.

The collar was pretty high, and she knew it would force her to lift her head into the right posture. She’d seen these before, but had never worn one, and she took it from him with enthusiasm. As she opened it and put it around her neck, she immediately felt it pressing down on her sternum and up under her chin, forcing her head back.

Steve fought to control the stiffness in his crotch area as she reached around behind her neck to fasten the straps, causing her pert breasts to rise in a disconcertingly erotic way. Somehow, they both knew that, with the simple addition of the collar, but at his request, the dynamic between them had changed – it was no longer, boy-girl, or even boss-employee, it was Dom-sub. He could see by the way her nipples had become erect, and she could see by the way his pants were bulging, that they were each having a dramatic effect on the other.

Forcing his hand to stop shaking, Steve picked up the final item and held it out without a word. Pippa looked at it, dumbfounded, wondering how she had not seen it there before. This really was a major bridge to be crossed.

‘OK…,’ she thought to herself, ‘I can sort of get the harness… the collar? It is BDSM after all… the blinders? Weird, but fine… the tail!?! DEPRAVED… but I’m sort of enjoying it…but THAT?’

‘THAT’ was a dildo. A big, long, thick dildo. Possibly the biggest, longest, thickest dildo she had ever seen. She looked up at the smiling face of ‘aunt’ Penelope in the photograph with renewed wonder and respect, and a deeper understanding of the flushed look on her face.

‘Oh well, this will be a novel experience,’ she thought as she spread her feet to open her thighs and allow the monster access. She smeared the end of it with KY then, feeling for the hole conveniently located in the harness, just as there’d been for the tail, she started to ease it home. Steve was, once again, struggling to control himself as he watched the young teacher impale herself on the silicone phallus.

‘If I thought the tail was bad,’ she thought, ‘this is a whole different ball game!’ Her gasps and groans as it disappeared inside her did nothing to alleviate the urgency with which Steve’s erection was pressing for release from its unwanted confinement, and he began to worry about the possibility of a spontaneous eruption in his pants.

Pippa let out a long sigh of relief when she finally had the whole thing inside her, slowly bringing her legs together and standing up straight, fighting the urge to waddle like an old-time gunslinger. She felt completely stuffed now, with both orifices filled.

“I think this holds it all in place.” Steve was holding up another leather strap, which she guessed attached to the spare buckles front and back on the waist belt of the harness she was wearing.

‘You’ve GOT to be kidding me!’ she thought as she realised that it would pull the invaders even further into her body. As she hesitated, Steve indicated for her to take the belt and get on with it.

‘Well… Okay…’ she thought as she took the strap and attached it to the back of the belt around her waist. When she passed the belt between her legs, she found that it was too short to reach the buckle at the front, and she had to pull hard to get enough slack to be able to fasten it. As she did so, she felt the tail anchor and the dildo pushed up, reaching what surely had to be their limit of travel.

‘That’s in…’ she thought, grunting at the effort to make the strap reach the buckle. ‘Woah! Does it really need to be that tight?!’ She let out another grunt as the two halves finally met. ‘… feels so…’ “Uhh!!” ‘sort of… nice… I guess…’ “Ung!” With a last big effort, she got the buckle done up, and could relax, at least a little.

Throughout this display, Steve had been watching her face in wonder as she closed her eyes, opened her mouth into an ‘O’, allowing a stream of saliva to drool down her chin, and a flush of naked lust suffused her cheeks. He decided at that moment that he was in love with this incredible, adventurous, sexy young woman, and he wanted, more than anything, to make love to her right there.

But he could see that she was entirely wrapped up in what she was doing, was already struggling to come to terms with what she was becoming, and any move on his part could ruin it for both of them. So, with a superhuman effort of will, he stopped himself grabbing her, forcing her against the wall, and…

He picked up the arm restraints and strapped them to her as she stood quietly, unresisting, her breathing shallow and laboured. They were like leather pockets, which she put her elbow into and were then buckled up, so she couldn’t shrug them off. With her arms each held in a bent position, he pushed the hooves over her hands, fastening the straps around her wrists

“Sho… wha’ do ‘ee do now?” she asked,  giving him a coy look, which is pretty difficult to do when you’re standing naked in front of a guy!

“Well,” Steve replied, thinking fast, “if you were an unbroken filly, I’d take you out to the training ring and put you on the longe line.” Pippa looked stunned at the idea, and he could almost see the thoughts flying across her mind.

‘Oh, my… me being trained… as a pony? That’s just… actually, it’s… kinda hot!’

Pippa was shocked by her own reaction, but she couldn’t deny it, she was turned on by the thought of Steve taking control of her, making her perform to his commands…

“Bu’ wha’ a’ou’ de sta’le lads? I wouldn’ wan’ dem watchin’,” she murmured.

It took Steve a second to realise what she’d just said, that she’d actually gone along with the idea! He quickly regrouped and tried to disguise his shock as calm, confident assurance.

“They’ll all be out with the horses for the next couple of hours, we’ve got time.”

Pippa meekly followed as the head groom led the way, checking around each doorway and corner to make sure they wouldn’t be observed. As they went through the tack room, he picked up the cotton longe rope and clipped it to the large brass ring on her collar, giving her a couple of feet of slack. Pippa’s eyes widened with surprise and a tiny grain of fear as he also picked up the long, thin whip he used when training young foals.

‘OH! A whip? …he’s more serious than I thought…’ She swallowed hard, but she followed along behind as he led her out into the bright afternoon sunshine.

“Okay,” he said once they were in the ring, he in the centre, she at the edge, on the end of fifteen feet of rope, looking nervous, “just try walking around to start with, just get used to the boots and the line.”

Pippa circled the head groom, gradually gaining confidence in her ability to walk almost normally in the extreme hoof boots. As she did so, she could sense his gaze constantly on her, and she was certain it wasn’t just to check she was performing as expected. She started to toss her head, making her long, auburn ‘mane’ fly about her face, and she even started to exaggerate the swing of her hips, so that the tail swished from side to side. A rather tantalising side-effect of this was the way it made the two large devices move around inside her, feeling like they were grinding together, raising her arousal to new heights.

“Okay, let’s try some high stepping,” he called out after a couple of circuits. “Lift your knees right up to your chest, but keep your back straight! Come on, girl, put some effort into it!”

As she tried her best, Pippa suddenly felt the longe whip flick against her left buttock, and she let out a squeal of surprise. It wasn’t that it was very painful, it was just such a shock.

‘Ouch! That hurt… kinda… but it was also… in a weird way… kinda nice!’ She picked up her feet even higher, keen to satisfy her trainer. The whip continued to play around her ass, encouraging her to greater efforts.

“Okay, now jump from one foot to the other! That’s it, jump! Higher!” Pippa leapt between the steps as the whip caught her again. She was bathed in sweat now, and a froth of saliva was dangling from the bit, but still he drove her on. Every time she changed foot, she felt her breasts bounce on her chest, and she was sure the sight was not lost on Steve. But the dildo was driving her wild as well, every jerky movement of her legs sending vivid sensations flying through her body. Now she was gasping for breath, but kept on performing her prancing steps, oblivious of the whip, or the ring, or even Steve. Now she was ‘in the zone’, and it was only going to end one way.

‘Oh, God… this is amazing! I can’t keep it up… but I can’t stop! oh! Oh!! OH!!!’

Suddenly she let out a wail, and collapsed to her knees. Steve ran over to her, frantic with concern, certain he’d gone too far, pushed her too hard.

“Pippa, are you okay?” When she nodded, he helped her to her feet and led her back towards the tack room.

“I think you’ve had enough,” he said, regretting what he’d done, believing that he must have completely blown it with her.

“Okay,” she replied, sounding a little dazed, “Shame time tomorrow?”

To be continued…?