(f-self, consensual, bondage, ponyplay)

‘Mom?! Dad?! Uh oh! This is rather more of a surprise than I expected…’

- o O o –

Pippa wiped the sweat from her face and tried to get her breath back. She was sitting in the tack room after another hard training session, just recovering before she changed out of her ponygirl outfit and hit the showers.

“You’re a hard task master, Steve,” she complained to the head groom, standing across the room and watching his latest training project, his eyes drawn as if by a magnet to the rise and fall of her bare breasts.

“You know you love it,” he replied with a wry smile.

It was true, she had to admit it – Pippa found that being dressed as a ponygirl and made to high-step and prance around the training ring was the hottest thing she had ever done. Being in the control, and under the watchful gaze, of the young man who had previously just been her boss, rather than her trainer, made it even more exciting. She was a little surprised he had not taken advantage of the situation, and of her – after all, with her arms strapped up tight and her hands covered by the hoof-shaped mittens, she was powerless to stop him doing whatever he wanted with her – but she kind of appreciated it. He was giving her the opportunity to say whether anything more intimate happened between them, which showed respect.

On Steve’s part, he had never been so frustrated, or permanently erect, in his life. It was incredibly difficult, and quite painful, to watch this beautiful young woman parade around nearly naked in front of him, without throwing her down on the dirt and fucking her brains out. He certainly found the fact that she was in the bondage of a ponygirl costume another huge turn-on, something he had never really thought about before he’d caught her trying on the very specialised tack.

It didn’t help that he’d realised that, whenever he took her out into the training area and put her through her paces, which had been every day for the past week, she was getting her own jollies, while leaving him hanging! Many an evening he’d had to relieve himself in the privacy of his own bathroom, while seeing her body in his mind’s eye. It was not what he desperately wanted, but needs must when there were no better options.

After that first session, when he thought he’d seriously hurt her, and was feeling very guilty, it had dawned on him that what he’d thought was a sprained ankle or something similar was, in fact, her having an orgasm!

When it had happened again the second day, he had shown a lot less sympathy and concern, instead shouting at her to get up and carry on, backing his command up with skilled flicks of the longe whip across her back, and even on her breasts. That had come as something of a shock to Pippa, and she’d immediately sprung back to her feet in the hope that he’d go easy on her. But it seemed he’d got a taste for it now, and she felt the thong licking at all parts of her body, even as she picked up her knees as high as they would go, leaping from one foot to the other, desperately trying to respond to the orders barked out across the ring. He had driven her hard for another hour, but had finally given up when she collapsed in a second climax, and then didn’t get up, despite all his urging.

It had been like that every day for a week, her having a couple of orgasms, him getting more and more frustrated. But, she was certainly getting pretty good at walking, trotting, prancing, even running, at the end of the longe line. She was also getting pretty fit – Steve was sure he could detect a tightening of her stomach, maybe a little more definition of the muscles in her thighs. Now, he thought, it was time she got out of her comfort zone a little.

“You’re going to have to tell Owen about this, you know,” he said. Pippa let out a groan.

“I know, I know,” she replied, forlornly, “that isn’t a conversation I’m looking forward to having.”

She had been wearing the ponygirl tack which Owen’s late wife, Penelope, had owned at some point in the past, as evidenced by the photograph of her on the wall in the secret room where the equipment had been stored. She had no idea how he was going to react when told that the daughter of his oldest and dearest friends had secretly been using it. Would he feel that Pippa was somehow desecrating his wife memory? It seemed far-fetched, but you never knew how people were going to react. She was very nervous about confronting him with this potentially shocking news.

“Maybe you don’t have to have the conversation at all,” Steve said enigmatically.

“What do you mean?” Pippa asked, looking up at him quizzically.

“Why don’t you just show him?”

“Are you suggesting… no! I can’t parade in front of him, dressed like this!”

“Why not? You do it in front of me. You don’t seem to have any inhibitions at all in front of me!” Pippa detected a sense of grievance in his voice, as if there were some problem with her doing that.

“It’s different with you! You haven’t known me since I was six! You’re not a close friend of my parents!”

“Remember, his wife used to do this,” Steve explained, “he’ll be totally cool with it. He’d probably appreciate that someone was continuing that tradition.” Pippa did not look convinced.

“I don’t know,” she replied doubtfully, “I’ll have to think about it…”

- o O o –

That night, the young teacher lay in bed, unable to sleep.

‘I couldn’t display myself to Uncle Owen, naked… could I?’ she thought, but the image in her mind was of precisely that, her dressed in her full ponygirl regalia, him with a proud smile on his face, giving her a sugar lump from his outstretched hand… whoa! Where did that come from? That was… weird! But, in her mind’s eye, she was enthusiastically snuffling at his palm, trying to get the sweet treat into her mouth past the bit!

She was also a little shocked to find that her fingers were ‘down below’, playing with herself. ‘What about this is turning me on?!’ she wondered, but the scene in her head had expanded, there were more people there, lots of people! Despite her surprise at this turn of events, her fingers were working harder, and it wasn’t long before she was biting the pillow and trying to stop herself screaming at the point of climax!

Eventually, she fell asleep, still confused, still dreaming of ponies and sugar lumps…

- o O o –

“Okay, I’ll do it.”

They were in the tack room again, and had just completed a particularly hard training session – three orgasms today!

“Great!” Steve responded enthusiastically, “I know just the right occasion!” Alarm bells started to ring in Pippa’s head, but she kept quiet and let Steve explain.

“It’s twenty years since Owen bought the stables, and we’ve got a surprise party lined up at the weekend – your appearance would make the ideal centrepiece to the celebration!”

“You’ve got to be joking!” Pippa protested. “That’d mean everyone at the stables seeing me!” The coincidence that this was exactly what she had fantasised about the previous evening was not lost on her, and she felt her heart thumping in her chest.

“Pippa, the rumours are all over the stable already,” Steve said matter-of-factly, “if you don’t do this on your own terms, someone will blow your cover, as it were.”

‘Oh good grief!’ she thought, ‘Coming out in front of all those people… why am I hotter than ever?!’

- o O o –

It was the day of the party, and Pippa was all dressed up – or undressed up if you like – a couple of hours ahead of time – “We’ll need to get you into your hiding place before everyone else turns up,” as Steve had said.

He led her by a rope clipped to her posture collar, from the tack room to the big barn, where the party was going to take place, making sure no-one was around to spoil the surprise. Pippa was as nervous as hell as they made their way over there, but that was as nothing when she saw what had been prepared.

‘Oh my…’ she thought, ‘this is so much bigger than I thought… what have I gotten myself into?!’

The whole place had been festooned with balloons, there was a row of tables down one side loaded down with food and drink, and a stage had been erected at the far end, with a huge banner over it, saying ‘Happy 20th Anniversary, Owen’.

But when she saw what was on the stage, she felt her heart rate jump, and her jaw drop in shock. Her ‘hiding place’ was to be a giant cake! It stood proudly, centre-stage, the two halves hinged open, with just enough space inside for a girl to crouch down, and allow it to close…

“This is going to be terrific!” Steve enthused as he led the stunned young woman up onto the stage. “You just sit inside there till your cue, then just stand up, and the whole thing will open automatically when you lift the lid, and you can walk out!”

‘I can’t go through with this!’ Pippa thought as she stared at the wooden-framed construction. ‘I’m going to be trapped in that tiny space for hours… in the dark… and I only get out by displaying myself to all the party-goers!’

Unfortunately – or possibly fortunately – Pippa suffered from claustrophilia, an unnatural love of confined spaces, so rather than being put off by the prospect, she was now becoming even more excited! Carefully, she backed into the cake, and sat down on the tiny stool provided.

“Okay, you comfy there?” Steve asked, receiving a nod in reply. He saw her deeply flushed cheeks and assumed she was just nervous, not realising the truth that she was aroused to the point of exploding!

“Great,” he went on, “it’s gonna be a bit boring in there for a few hours, so I thought you might like this to distract you.”

He leaned forward and, with some difficulty, pulled the leather strap which ran between her legs to one side, and slipped something under it. To Pippa’s utter disbelief, she suddenly felt vibrations running through the most sensitive spot on her body – he put a tiny bullet vibrator tight against her clitoris!

“It’s okay, I’ll keep it on low,” he said, whilst closing the two halves of her hiding place around her. He was so busy making sure the thing was properly closed up, with the trigger on the lid set, that he didn’t notice her alarmed expression and shaking head. Suddenly enclosed in the tiny, dark space, and with the vibe buzzing away, Pippa fought hard against it, but couldn’t stop herself climaxing only a few minutes later. It was only with the utmost effort that she managed to stop herself kicking the cake to pieces, or bursting through the top, as the waves of euphoria swept through her.

- o O o –

A couple of hours later, the stale aroma of sex filled the confined space. Bathed in sweat, Pippa listened to the sound of people gathering in the hall with a growing sense of nervousness.

‘Oh, I don’t want to go out there,’ she thought, ‘I feel so safe in my little hideaway… it’s so warm and cosy… a bit smelly, but… this vibrator is soooo good!’

The noise gradually increased, until she guessed there must be fifty people out there, many more than worked at the stables, and she wondered who they all were. Then it all went quiet, with various ‘shushing’ noises and, after a brief hiatus, she heard her cue, the PA system blasting out ‘Camptown Races’.

She froze. No way could she go through with this! She was mad to ever think she could! ‘Just stay in your nice, safe, lovely, cramped prison,’ she thought.

Outside, Steve realised what must have happened, and knew that, if he didn’t do something, this was going to be the dampest of damp squibs. He whipped the remote out of his pocket, and pressed the button until it was at its most powerful setting.

Inside, Pippa felt the vibrator burst into life like a fire alarm going off. Suddenly losing control of her body, she shot up off the stool, and her head banged into the top of the cake. All hell seemed to break out – there were whizzes and bangs as fireworks went off, lights flashed, and she found herself wreathed in smoke as the cake opened up like a giant clamshell.

When the smoke cleared, the crowd caught sight of what was now on display – a gorgeous young woman stood before them, harnessed, bit gagged, a plume of feathers erupting above her head, a voluminous tail poking out of her ass, bells hanging from her nipples, her naked body glistening in the spotlights. The whoops and hollers just got louder when they realised that the gorgeous young woman was their very own Pippa.

Meanwhile, Pippa stared at the sea of smiling faces before her in mute horror. She could see Owen, his own face wreathed in smiles, holding his hands above his head as he applauded her. She watched as he turned to Steve, on his right, and clapped him on the back and shook his hand, presumably congratulating him on organising such a spectacular party, with this unbelievable entertainment. Then he turned to his left, and Pippa followed his gaze…

‘Mom?! Dad?! Uh oh! This is rather more of a surprise than I expected…’

It was at that moment, in full view of her parents, their oldest friend, and all his friends, colleagues and employees, that the orgasm, driven by the vibrator manically over-stimulating her clitoris, engulfed her…

To be continued…?