1.
"Oh..."
It was the only word that came to mind when I saw the scene before me. There was my beautiful mistress, isolated, frustrated and looking somewhat dishevelled. It was the fact that here was the woman who always took such care of her appearance that shocked me so much. Hilary ensured she was always immaculate in her uniform of white breeches and polished long riding boots despite hours worn in the saddle riding her horses. Of course, this perfection came at a cost, and that was to Sarah and me. We were her two grooms and, I may say blushingly, lovers of this beautiful, powerful equestrian.
My story was somewhat complicated. I had been discovered by that wonderful woman while I had played out a teasing scene of self-bondage in the tack room of her stables. Hilary took in selected liveries to supplement her competition winnings and sponsorship and I had somewhat abused my position, firstly by staying beyond the allowable hours for the stables and more especially by binding myself tightly and, inadvertently leaving myself in the clutches of my riding instructor who had walked in unexpectedly.
I had discovered she had deeply hidden kinks which matched with ones I didn't even realise I had, but, as is typical in life, disaster had struck in the form of a heavy goods vehicle sideswiping me as I had run away, humiliated with my tail between my legs.
Hilary and her totally subservient groom Sarah had rebuilt and protected me and now we were in a deeply loving, yet somewhat kinky relationship together.
Sarah was a minx, totally in love with Hilary and me. She was almost totally submissive. Almost. She had a devious streak that bordered on evil. Just when you thought she was being a perfect stable slave she would throw you a curveball by doing something rebellious.
I couldn't understand her misbehaviour, but Hilary had laughed, hugging me tightly and told me Sarah lived both to serve his mistress and, at times, for punishment. And, if she felt she had been neglected in terms of this she would play up and we would have to tolerate her foibles as a way of her calling for attention.
I looked into Hilary's eyes and could see anything but tolerance.
2.
I was lost in deep and very sexy thought. Hilary was exercising her lead stallion in the outdoor arena, commanding this powerful animal to perform perfect dressage movements with the most subtle aids. Invisible movements of her legs and hands creating piaffes counter canter and half halts with ease a task which seemed impossible to a mere mortal like me. I was transfixed as I so often was when I watched her ride, and here, on a summers evening, I was lost in the image of this beautiful redhead with her taut body, those firm thighs gripping the horse and her pudenda caressing the pommel of the saddle. I had never more wanted to be a piece of fine English leather, but my heart leapt as I realised that I soon could claim that place beneath her as she would be hot and horny from riding and would want to ride me equally hard.
She glanced towards me smiling, I felt myself melt at her glance.
"Oh, get a room!" Sarah giggled, noticing my faraway look towards our shared lover. "Actually, let's share a room..."
Sarah was both my colleague and my lover, her body was taut and muscular, honed like mine with hours of stable work and riding. She was more boyish than I, with her short blond hair, shaved on the sides of her head with the clippers we would normally use on the horses. She called me the feminine one, my body didn't have her six-pack or obvious muscles not least as I ate somewhat better than she would. Sarah would often have to be commanded by Hilary to eat properly, she would otherwise exist solely on bondage and hard work supplemented with chipped mugs of steaming black coffee.
She told me she would take Hilary's horse and untack and finish evening stables if I would prepare dinner. I was a little jealous as she would have undivided time with Hilary but pushed the unfounded idea from my mind, thanking her and heading to the farmhouse. I had been to the farm shop earlier in the day and had in mind a salad which we could eat out on the patio enjoying the late summer night with a glass or two of our favourite wine.
I looked at my watch again. I had expected that it may have taken some time for Hilary to complete her ride, but almost two hours had passed and there was no sign of either of her or Sarah. I was about to step back onto the yard to see if they were alright when Sarah stepped into the kitchen.
"Goodness, you took your time. Is everything okay?"
I looked up into Sarah's eyes and saw the look. It was a look I recognised; a sort of devious side-eye accompanied with a smirk which pulled at the corners of her mouth.
"Sarah, what have you done?"
"Claire! I'm shocked, what are you saying." She put her hand to her chest in mock shock and tried to give me an innocent look but was betrayed by her giggles. My heart sunk. I stepped towards the door, reaching for my boots.
"No, you don't..." I could never forget how strong she was and she proved it as she grabbed my arms, forcing them behind my back before snapping one of our pairs of handcuffs on my wrists. "Now girl, you aren't going to be all goody goody and try to rescue her."
"Does she need rescuing? Oh, Sarah, what have you done to her?" I pulled myself from her grip, struggling to open the backdoor with my cuffed hands. I was of course doomed. Sarah grabbed my shoulders and I went limp in her grasp, it would be folly to try and fight back. I had tried that before and suffered heavily for my efforts.
"I think we need to keep you nice and safe and out of trouble..."
I suppose I should have been thankful Sarah had allowed me to use the toilet before she had dragged me to the spare bedroom, however, I think it was more to save her the effort of cleaning up in the morning. I knew what was coming and I hated it. I made it clear, pleading with her not to lock me in the cage.
Purchased from the local kennels, the cage was a secondhand dog cage that had been specially reinforced, containing only a thin foam pad and offering just enough room to cram a begging sub inside without allowing any comfort or even the ability to turn around. I crouched and squeezed myself inside.
"Now will you be quiet so I can sleep?" She showed me the large dildo gag. I nodded silently, not wishing for my night of discomfort to be made worse. I shuddered at the thought of choking on a silicon member while trapped within the steel mesh. "Good girl." She slammed the cage shut and attached a padlock ensuring that I would be there until she came to rescue me.
I dwelled on my situation as I heard the bath running as our otherwise submissive slave treated herself to a long and luxurious soak. My mind span, thinking of evil punishments for her, knowing, deep down that this was the whole point and that I couldn't help but play into her hands. Anyway, it wasn't my place to punish her. Hilary would do that for whatever she had done to her. The fact she wanted me locked away and unable to help her made me fearful that she may have done something foolish to her.
The mesh of the cage dug into my back, my elbows were in my face and my knees tucked in painfully tightly. I had less than a few inches of movement and knew that this would be a deeply uncomfortable night with very little sleep. I wondered about the fate of my mistress. I knew that whatever punishment I was suffering would be minimal. I prayed Sarah hadn't gone too far in order to gain what she desired.
"Good morning! I hope you slept well..."
Sarah sat cross-legged in front of the cage, swinging a keyring on her finger. I stared at her, my teeth gritted, not wanting to stay another moment in the contorted position I had spent the night. She unlocked the cage and I crawled out, my muscles protesting and my joints aching.
"Thank you, miss..." I sneered.
"Now, chop chop... Time for you to start mucking out."
I had stagged to the bathroom and hurried my preparations to get down to the stable yard, working through the cleaning of my allocated stables in considerable pain but refusing to show this to Sarah. I certainly wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of knowing she had broken my will.
An hour or so later, with the yards swept and tidy I went to the tack room to find the riding list. Each morning Hilary would write a list on the whiteboard of the horses she wanted to be prepared and in what order they were to be brought to her in the arena. This morning I stared at a blank board. I felt a cold shudder run through my body; this would not be good.
"Sarah... Where's Hilary?"
There was that smirk again. She turned on her heel and refused to tell me, instead she said it was her breakfast time and she was going to enjoy a leisurely coffee. I watched her walk away and then started a panicked search for my mistress.
As I went around the yard I couldn't see her in the tack room, fodder store or hay shed and was about to give up and plead with Sarah to tell me what she had done when I happened to glance across towards the paddock. I was sure that my eyes had not deceived me, it seemed that, besides the horses, we had gained what looked like a scarecrow standing in the far corner of the field. At this distance, I couldn't see what or who it was, but I had a frightening feeling that I knew.
I rushed to the gate, letting myself into the field and across to the furthest corner where she was.
