While Bob towed his naked, crawling wife by her leash into the pony room, Adam with Sharon crawling on all fours at his side headed towards the cash desk to settle the bill for his purchases, so by the time they entered the pony room Lynn had been tied to a hitching rail by a rope through the ring in the front of her collar and was waiting to have her harness fitted.
The pony room itself, a converted distribution warehouse, was an enormous space with a central ring of sawdust resembling a round yard for exercising and training horses. The hitching rail that Lynn was tied to stood between the ring and a small set of tiered seating that ran along one wall so that anybody sitting there had a full and uninterrupted view of her and the ring.
Tamara led Adam and Sharon to the seating and invited them to sit in the front row about a meter away from the hitching rail and Lynn. While she asked Adam what sort of coffee he would like, Mike and Bob, who was carrying what was obviously Lynn's new harness, entered the room from another door off to the right of the ring.
"Ok, Mike," Bob was saying as he put the bulk of the leather gear on the bench close beside Sharon "let's see how this new head harness fits. I can't wait to see how it looks."
"I'm sure you'll like it Bob, I have designed it so that it has a tongue depressor that clips on the bit, here let me show you." Mike said reaching for the elaborate bridle that incorporated a solid stainless steel bit.
With the bit in hand he took a small plastic spoon shaped object from his pocket and clipped it over the bit and then moving to stand in front of Lynn he asked "May I?"
"Of course!" Bob told him.
With that Mike took hold of Lynn's chin and pulled it down to open her mouth so he could slide the bit into place snugly against the corners of her mouth and the plastic spoon slid deep into the back of her mouth and pushed down on her tongue. "There you go tighten the harness and see what kind of effect that it has."
Bob did just as Mike suggested and tightened the harness so that the bit was anchored in place in his wife's mouth. "Ok Lynn, tell me how that feels."
A quiet "uhhh uhhh uhh uhh ohh" was all that emerged from the brunette's mouth, demonstrating that while she could still manage some sound, it was very muted and totally unintelligible.
"Brilliant Mike, absolutely brilliant. And I really love the way you have used a much smaller bit so it leaves her face clear like that."
"That was the whole idea: gag her effectively, but stylishly. And notice that while the rest of the head harness is a relatively simple design it will attach to the posture collar and has simple press stud attachment points for a visor, blinkers and a blindfold, which I've included in the pack for you as you requested."
"Cool, so let's get the collar on her then," Bob said as he picked up the 6" posture collar from the bench next to Sharon, who now sat transfixed by the sight in front of her.
The collar was in red trimmed black studded leather to match the head harness. When it was in place, it lifted Lynn's head and kept it centred making it difficult for her turn her head even a little. With the head harness attached to the collar Lynn could barely move or turn her head sideways at all. With blinkers and visor in place Lynn could only see directly in front of her and had virtually no chance of improving her field of vision by turning her head.
"Wow that's stunning, just stunning Mike. I love it and it fits perfectly. You're a genius man, a true genius. So let's complete the outfit with the body harness."
Once again Bob reached to the gear lying on the bench next to Sharon, only this time he said, "Don't feel left out cunt, we still have all her older tack that should fit you pretty well. Maybe Adam will let you try it on tomorrow."
Hearing that Adam leaned over to Sharon, took a handful of her hair and said, "I think that is a great idea. I'm sure you would like that wouldn't you cunt?" Without waiting for her to make any response at all he began shaking her head back and forth in a forced nod.
"Well done, what a good idea, I really appreciate your sense of adventure in volunteering so readily."
In the meantime, Bob had the harness on Lynn and was tightening it so that it fit very snugly. The harness itself was constructed around three large stainless steel rings, one centred on her chest just below her breasts with another one tucked under each breast almost directly under the nipple. Broad leather straps ran from the rings under her breasts, under her arms and up to join at another ring between her shoulder blades. More straps ran from this ring on either side of her neck back down between her breasts to meet the centre ring. A broad strap ran down her front over her navel before splitting into two just above her sex, the two parts passing either side of her cunt leaving it completely open and accessible before spreading widely around her buttocks, like the straps of a jock strap, to join a broad belt around her waist.
The harness also had rings on the tops of the shoulders and on the belt over her hips. The final touch was a pair of chains attached to the ends of the bit that ran down through rings on her harness to clip onto her nipple rings. These chains were just long enough so that they exerted a slight, but constant upward pressure on her nipples so that if she turned her head at all, it would pull her nipples up. When reins were attached to the bit, the slightest pull on them to either side jiggled her nipples; a larger pull on the reins lifted her whole tits. Bob had Mike give the reins several sharp tugs to ensure it delivered the right effect to her tits. Satisfied that the reins would work properly he felt the snugness and checked the separation of the straps that ran between her legs to make sure that they were far enough apart to give good access to her cunt and snug enough that they would not slip together under load and block access. This prompted Mike to say "Don't worry about the crotch straps Bob, they've been pre-softened and should not move or chaff her too much, even if you work her hard. Would you like to try the bells and weights now too?"
"Of course, the outfit's not complete without them."
With a click of his fingers, Mike sent Tamara off to get the extras and in no time she was handing them to Bob. The bells were small, highly polished, cast brass that were attached to sturdy nipple clamps, which drew a muffled moan when they were clamped onto Lynn's nipples next to the rings that already adorned her tits. The weights themselves were a pair of stainless steel cylinders about 100 mm long and 20 mm in diameter with a ring at the top. They were hanging from an equally highly polished stainless steel bow shackle of the kind used on yachts. Bob unscrewed the pin from the shackle, pulled it from one side and then forced it through the piercing in Lynn's left labia capturing the shackle against the outside of the labia, slipped it through the rings on the top of the weights and forced it through the matching piercing in her right labia and screwed it back into the shackle capturing it against the outside of her right labia. When he let the shackle and weights drop it stretched her lips deliciously, eliciting another moan from his wife.
"Perfect Mike, and these were the 250 gm weights weren't they."
"That's right and I used the bigger 5 cm bow shackles, mainly because they have more weight in themselves and because they are big enough to leave plenty of room so that you could work up to the full kilo without having to get bigger shackles."
"Good thinking, Mike. So now she's all dressed let me take her for a spin." Without any further delay, Bob picked a long stiff whip, attached a long training lead to the ring of his wife's collar, released her from the hitching rail and led her into the ring. Leaving her standing just inside the perimeter of the ring he moved to the centre of the ring and holding the long training leash in one hand he gave a sharp crack of the whip across her arse and said "walk on."
Lynn immediately began to move, firstly at a walk with her knees rising high, but a second crack of the whip had her break into a slow trot, causing the bells to begin tinkling and the weights to start swinging between her legs and knocking together with a sharp metallic ring.
The sight of the naked woman trotting with her tits and buttocks bouncing beautifully to the sound of the tinkling bells and weights captivated her audience completely, but when a further crack of the whip caused her to break into a full gallop it brought a round of applause from the small crowd including Sharon who had her hands free to drink the coffee Tamara had brought her.
Three laps at a gallop was enough to convince Bob that he had got his money's worth and he brought his wife back to a trot, then a walk and finally brought her to a stop with a gentle "Whoa! Good girl, well done!"
"Well Mike," he said, "you've really excelled on this lot, thanks."
"No problem Bob, would you like me to pack the stuff up for you now?"
"No, I've brought the float so she can travel home as she is and start to get used to the float, but before we go do you have another couple of weights, as you said there is still plenty of room on the shackle and I don't see why she shouldn't have the pleasure of the full kilogram now. Come to think of it do you have 4, I might as well get a pair for her tits too."
"Sure, that will just about clean me out of them, but that's my problem, I'm sure I can get more before the cunt needs them," he said loud enough for Sharon to hear, "Tamara duck out and get another two pairs of the weights for Lynn, and you'd better order more in I think that will be the last of them."
"Yes Sir! Two pairs of the 250 gm weights for Mrs Preston, and I will order more right away Sir."
"Good girl! Now how would you like to pay today Bob or would you like to leave it until Wednesday's meeting? The total is exactly what I quoted you."
"Look, if you don't mind waiting until Wednesday that'd be great, Bob told the leatherworking genius.
"That's fine, Bob, besides I know exactly where you live!"
"Well thanks mate, I really appreciate the gear and your time. See you Wednesday then."
"Till then, Bob. Here's Tamara with the weights, do you want them in a bag?"
"No thanks mate. Tamara hang two on the shackle in Lynn's cunt and hang the other two from her nipple rings."
"Yes Sir" Tamara replied and she immediately obeyed by clipping two of the weights to Lynn's nipple rings and then dropped to her knees in front of the pony girl, unscrewed the shackle pin and slid it out to fit the extra two weights on it before re-securing the pin. Before she stood she leant forward and planted a big kiss on Lynn's sex.
"Beautiful, thank you Tamara."
