A little unexpected diversion from the main story.
Please take a moment and jot down a comment and vote - at the moment it's like writing in a void I have no idea if I am on the right track or not. Should I write anymore? Silly question really because I have three novel length stories that I can serialise now, but there doesn't seem to be any point. So when you would like some more let me know.
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Chapter 11
A funny thing happened on the way to the farm
As the pristine van, with its dark, tinted windows pulled out into the street, Adam asked his latest acquisition, "Mel, with all that goes on at Cedartown, is there ever any pony play?"
"You mean like we're going to do today?"
"Yeah."
"Hmmm, yes, but I'm not sure you would call it play. It was pretty serious, every girl trained right through school and there were annual championships and stuff, and after girls left school there were gymkhanas four times a year and each man was expected to enter all his slaves who weren't pregnant in them. Every woman had her own custom harnesses and tack, there were a couple of specialist leather workers who were virtually assured full time work producing pony girl gear."
"Really, tell me more."
"We'll, I competed until Daddy sent me down here, and I still go back to all of the gymkhanas to have a run, although I've become a bit less fit now and a bit rusty so I am not really competitive anymore. Mummy was a champion filly at school and was champion mare several years in a row, which was the main reason that Daddy married her."
"So do you still have your harness and other stuff?"
"Yep, keep it under my bed just in case."
"Where do you live?"
"In lovely a little house in Campbell."
"Great, that's on the way. Or at least not far off it, could we pick it up now."
"I guess, but I don't have my keys. They're in my handbag back at your place and I'm not really dressed to drop in on my housemates."
"Don't worry about that. Do you know their number?"
"Of course, it's my number too, Sir."
"We'll, here you go, Mel," handing her his mobile, "call them and tell them that you need to pick something up, but you've forgotten your keys and we will be there in five minutes."
"Hi, Liz, it's Mel. Yeah, good morning to you too... Yes, it's been a great morning actually... I'm with some friends and we're on our way out and I need to pick some gear up from home... Trouble is I left my keys at my their place, can you or Guy let me in please... We'll be there in a few minutes... Thanks and oh by the way, get ready for a bit of a surprise... No, you'll see soon enough... Thanks, see you in a few minutes."
"Well done, Mel, now you'd better give me some directions."
Less than five minutes later, Mel said, "it's the third house on the left, Sir, and you can park in the driveway since my car is at your place."
"Oh, I see, Mel, after a little cover, eh?"
"Can't hurt, Sir, I'm only thinking of Guy and Liz' reputation in the neighbourhood, after all I'm moving in with you guys, but they are pretty straight and need to live with the neighbours gossiping about having a nude woman standing on their doorstep."
"Good thinking, Mel, and very neighbourly. But we will still go to the front door. The hedge will just mean a little less exposure, I'll come in with you to make sure everything is okay."
"Yes, Sir."
A few minutes later, after what could only be described as a leisurely stroll across the lawn behind the hedge with him holding her elbow and a nervous moment, at least for Melanie, "come on, come on, open the fucking door, guys," an unsuspecting Liz opened the door to her friend and stopped dead in the middle of the doorway. "G'day... Mel..., holy shit, Mel, you forgot your clothes too!"
"Hello, you must be Elizabeth, I'm Adam, and no Mel didn't forget her clothes, she is dressed just the way I want her, aren't you, Mel?"
"Ah, yes, that's, uh, right, now let us through please," she asked Liz who was still blocking the doorway.
"Oh, yes, yes sorry," Liz mumbled still in shock as she stepped back out of the way allowing her housemate to enter the hallway with Adam half a step behind her. "Lovely, isn't she, Liz?" Adam asked.
"Ah, ah, ummm, I... I..., yes, I suppose she is."
"Well, anyway I certainly agree..., ugh," Liz' elbow in the ribs of the rather handsome man in his boxer shorts stopped him from saying anymore.
"You would, wouldn't you. You've been trying to get into her pants since she moved in."
"Not quite so fast there, Mel," Adam said grabbing her elbow, "you need to introduce me to Guy, if I am not mistaken."
"Ah, yes, Adam, this is Guy, my housemate and Guy, this is Adam, my..., my..."
"new owner, isn't that right, Mel?"
"I, I guess so."
"Where are you manners, Mel? I guess so who?"
"I guess so, Sir."
"Good girl. Now go and put your stuff on."
"Put it on, Sir? Here?"
"Yes here, Mel."
"All of it?"
"Yes, Mel, all of it.
"Sir, I don't think the headdress will fit in the car if I put it on."
"All right then, leave the headdress off."
"Yes, Sir."
"Now, it might take her a while to get ready, so do you mind if I bring my ex-wife in while you get us a coffee?"
"Ah, ah sure." Guy was more than a little unprepared to be serving coffee to invited guests at this hour; especially guests that acted as if they own the place and Guy and Liz were mere servants.
"Thanks, Guy. I see you enjoyed the show."
"What? How?"
"Your boxers don't hide much, mate."
Another elbow from Elizabeth caught him by surprise, "that turned you on did it, you bastard?"
"You bet it did," Guy replied rubbing his ribs, "it would turn any red blooded male on and probably a lot of women as well. I bet your knickers are soaking."
"Don't count on it, buster."
"I'll let you guys sort that out while I get my ex."
"Sure, and don't let this little ice maiden put you off, I'd love to meet your ex, if your present little number is anything to go by. I'll get you a coffee."
"Thanks," the door closed behind him as Adam went to bring Sarah in.
By the time Adam returned with Sharon in tow, he heard Liz from the kitchen, "...what if she is dressed like Mel is. It's on the cards you know."
"Yes, I know and if she is then let's enjoy the show. They obviously don't mind."
"Nor do you, by the look of that bulge in your boxers, it hasn't gone down any and they aren't even in the room."
"Like I said, seeing any woman dressed like Mel would turn any bloke on."
"Well shouldn't you at least try to hide your fucking hard on from Mel and her friend."
"Why, I might get lucky."
"What do you mean get lucky, buster? You're my partner."
"So? Doesn't mean I wouldn't like a blow job or anything else that might be going, even from you."
"Fat chance of me giving you anything with that lot here."
"Oh, well I'll take my chances in my boxers then."
"Hey, guys, I thought that coffee might be ready?" Adam said as he sauntered into the kitchen, sorry to disrupt your morning so much, but we'll be on our way as soon as Mel is ready."
"Sure, Adam and the coffee is ready. Liz, grab a couple of mugs for me."
"Okay, but I'd be a lot happier if you'd put some more clothes on."
"Nah, don't bother mate, we'll be gone soon," Adam replied "and the girls love to see the effects they have on guys. They're also pretty good at taking care of those effects too."
"Look, I'm sorry, Adam," Liz was telling him as they made their way back to the lounge room, "but I'm not going to have you offering up your women to seduce my partner, I think you should... Shit! Is that your ex-wife? She's dressed the same as Mel, or near as damn it."
"Yes, Liz, this is my ex-wife, cunt, cunt this is Liz and Guy, Mel's housemates."
"Hello, Guy, hi Liz, nice to meet you. It's alright you can call me cunt, everyone else does now and I'm used to it."
"Hello, cunt..., ugh. Liz will you stop fucking elbowing me in the ribs."
"You can't call a woman, cunt, she must have a real name."
"My name is cunt, Liz, at least while Adam say it is, just accept it. Did I hear you say you have some coffee for us?"
"Yes, cunt, we do," Guy told her moving out of range of his wife's elbow. How do you like it? Nice outfit by the way."
"Could I have a little milk and one sugar please, Guy, and thanks for the compliment, I really appreciate it. I'm still getting used to being dressed like this, but it is becoming more and more comfortable. And besides, this is how Adam wants me to dress for him, I don't have any real say. Adam will have his black, no sugar."
"Thanks, cunt, nice of you to think of me."
"My pleasure, Master."
"Master? What the fuck is going on here?" Liz asked exasperated, "I mean my housemate turns up naked--"
"Mel isn't naked, Liz, she' wearing--"
"Nothing that covers anything important, and now we have another equally naked woman, who calls herself cunt and her ex husband Master and you've got an erection pushing your boxers to their limit and is in danger of bursting out at any moment, what the fuck is going on?"
"I get the feeling you're a little uncomfortable, Liz."
"A little fucking uncomfortable? Too fucking right I am... Oh shit, Mel, what's all that stuff you're wearing? Oh my fucking god, you look like some pony girl or something."
"You're right, Liz. Adam is taking his ex..."
"You mean the cunt don't you?" Guy asked.
"Yes, I see you've been introduced properly, you're right he's taking the cunt, and me to a friend's place so that the cunt can get her first taste of being a pony girl."
"Her first taste, Mel?" Liz asked, "what about you?"
"Me? Oh, Liz, I've been doing this for a long time and now Adam wants me to help train the cunt."
"And you enjoy being all trussed up like a horse with your boobs, pussy and bum on display?"
"Actually, Liz, I love it."
"Cool," chimed in Guy, openly handling his erection through his boxers now.
"Yeah it is, Guy, I just haven't had much opportunity to get into it living here and I really didn't want to push myself on you guys at all, so I waited patiently until the right opportunity showed up and it did yesterday morning when Adam brought the cunt over to the shop."
"But you and, and er, the..., I mean..."
"You mean the cunt don't you, Liz?" Adam asked draining the last of his coffee.
"Yes."
"We'll say what you mean."
"You and the..., the..., the cunt are as good as naked in front of us and she called him Master as if she was a slave or something and now you're dressed up like you should be pulling a cart..."
"You're right on all counts, Liz. We are naked for all intents and purposes, it makes us available for whatever Adam has in mind for us. And yes, the cunt is a slave to Adam and yes, you can be pretty sure that we will both be pulling carts when we get to Adam's friend's farm in a little while. And just to make sure you really understand what is going on, as of yesterday afternoon, I am their pet, which effectively means I am also Adam's slave, and will be living with them. I am moving out this afternoon."
"Oh my god, and are they whip marks on the..., the cunt's breasts and bottom?
"Yep, they sure are, Liz."
"And all those rings, Mel, are they new?"
"Yep, got 'em yesterday thanks to Adam. Aren't they neat, Liz?"
"I, I don't know."
