"Geoff. Can't you give this online piece to someone else? It's just fucking weird." I asked desperately, but Geoff, my boss, wasn't budging. He was an ageing, balding, sleaze-bag of a man, but hey, it was hard to get work in this city. Like many young journalists, I had dreams. I wanted to make it big, I wanted to be the one that covered the big, ground-breaking stories. Not this piece of trash piece that he was telling me to do now. After all this Fifty Shades of Grey bullshit, there was apparently a growing amount of people entering the BDSM lifestyle. Bondage, Domination, Sadism and Masochism. It was all a bit too weird for me, wasn't normal sex enough for these people? I wasn't a prude, I enjoyed having sex as often as I could, but all this pain and pleasure malarky didn't interest me.
"Look, no one else wants to do it Penny. You're last one in, so you're lowest of the pile here. Do you have any idea how many smart-ass young girls I have who think they're the next big thing? The next Pulitzer prize winner. Either you go do this piece, going from place to place, meeting people from the lifestyle and interacting, trying a few pieces yourself, or you're out. It won't be hard to replace you Penny."
"Argh, fine. I'll do it." I moaned as I slammed the door walking out. Unfortunately I had no other option. I moved to the big city a few months ago and I wanted to make it here. This was the only place that would take me with my limited experienced, if I could make my name here with some well written articles, video reports and common interest pieces, maybe another media company would pick me up. Then I could shove it in Geoff's face that I wasn't just another replaceable intern. Make the bastard regret treating me the way he had.
Over the next few months, I would travel and meet with people who were from many aspects of the BDSM lifestyle. I was expected to make a web series and report on each of those aspects from a neutral point of view, and even get interactive, to experience some of them myself. If the reports went well, I would get a whole section of the media's website dedicated to my travels and my experiences. It would be eighteen plus, and people would have to subscribe to it. On the plus side, if this did go well, I earned a share of the subscriptions. The only problem, I would have to get naked. I would have to do some of the things that these people do. Of course, I didn't have to enjoy it, and I didn't have to lie and try to sell the experience. I'd try to keep my distaste out of the write ups and the reports for the sake of being professional.
A week later, I met up with my cameraman, footage editor and all round tech know it all, Jason. Jason was an intern, like me. This was his first piece for the company and as we travelled, my first impressions of him was that he was a really nice guy. Friendly, funny, and not too bad on the eyes at all. We drove out the city to a small town on the outskirts until we finally reached our destination, a private estate surrounded by woods and a large wooden fence in the middle of fucking nowhere. This weekend this place held a pony play fetish festival. Apparently people enjoyed being treated like human ponies and all kinds of weird shit. Fuck knows how I was going to get through this without calling out these perverted wankers.
There was a large security gate blocking off a private lane which we had to buzz for access to get in. Once we passed the gate, we drove for another mile or so through a narrow lane surrounded by trees before it opened up into a massive wide open space. The main building was stunning, looking historic, possibly from the Victorian times. Spread away from the main building were several smaller buildings and barns which had probably once been the living quarters for the family's servants.
Outside the main building, we were greeted by a man called Ian. He was a tall, bearded, handsome man, and he was pleasant and welcoming. Something you wouldn't expect from someone who owned a place like this. The event we were here to cover didn't start for another four hours, so Ian gave us a little tour of his grounds, explaining the history of the house. After the tour, he sat us down and had one of his workers make us all a tea and a sandwich whilst he spoke about the evening event.
"How much do you know about what you are filming here?" Ian asked curiously.
"Not a lot." I answered honestly. There was something about Ian that made me feel at ease and inspired me to be honest, that it was safe to do so. "To tell you the truth, I have never experienced or looked into anything like what I've got ahead of me for this web series. It's never interested me, but work is hard to find and my manager wants me to do this."
"That's understandable." Ian replied sympathetically. "For you this will be weird then, and unlike anything you've experienced. You may not understand what people get out of this, but be assured that I have met some of the best people in this lifestyle. Wonderfully interesting characters and friendly. I only ask that whilst you film this and experience it yourself that you do not judge, you do not make my other guests feel uneasy or uncomfortable."
"I can do that. As much as I don't want to be here, that's not yours or your guests fault. I promise you I will act in a professional manner. It's in my best interests for this web-series to go well. Thank you for your hospitality Ian, where should we set up?"
Ian led us outside to near the barn. The area was abuzz with activity, his workers setting up the area and bringing some equipment needed such as chariots and such.
"If you follow me Penny, inside is my partner Mia. She is taking part in the festival herself and if you'd like to watch her being set up, you can record that as part of your report."
"I'd love to, thank you Ian."
Ian led us inside the barn, it was mostly empty but on the walls were hooks and chains and plenty of leather straps and gear hanging. Mia was standing by the wall and when Ian came in, she kissed him. Like Ian, Mia was very polite, and had a great sense of humour. I know I judged these people as weird at the very least in the past, but so far, both of them had been amazing people.
After we had set up, Ian started to get Mia undressed. Naked, Mia was a beautiful person and she had every right to be confident with her body. What amazed me was just how confident she was being naked around people, it was as if nothing was any different.
"Hello, and welcome all to The World Of Kink, and I'm your host, Penny De Vale." I put on a smile and a happy voice as I spoke into the camera. "Over the next few weeks, I'll be travelling across the county bringing you some of the highlights from the World of Kink. This week, I'm here at The East Wood Ranch, ready for the Pony Girl and Pony Boy festival that is held here annually. So, stay turned to see the exciting world of kink, and who knows, maybe you'll find your next kink as well."
"Good stuff Penny." Jason made an okay sign with his fingers and I sighed. He turned the camera now to Mia as she was to be prepared for the event. I could sit back and watch and do the voiceover for that bit later. Standing next to Jason, I watched Ian approach Mia and he kissed her forehead, a signal that she was entering a new head space for her pony play.
The first part of Mia's equipment to be placed on was the harness. It was a diamond in shape at the front, with a strap coming up in the middle of her breasts, connected to a ring on her collar. At the bottom, there was a strap that went through her legs and up the other side, leaving gaps for access to both holes. There were all belts around the sides and the bits coming from the collar so that the outfit was placed n tightly. At the back and the sides of the harness, there were a few rings to attach cuffs or whatever the pony girl was pulling.
Next, Ian got the head harness ready. Made of leather, like the body harness, the head harness fit round Mia's head with straps coming down on the inside of her eyes. There was a metal bit gag which was placed inside Mia's mouth. Ian allowed me a closer look showing just how far the gag went. It was pretty much sitting on Mia's gag reflex, causing her to drool uncontrollably. In her safe place, Mia rubbed her head against Ian's arms as a show of affection and he stroked her hair before he placed it in a long pony tail. The head harness also had blinders, like a horse would have, preventing views from the side. Mia would only be able to see straight ahead of her.
I shifted uncomfortably, unable to take my eyes off of Mia. As weird as this was, I felt a dull ache in between my legs. Mia looked stunning all dressed up in her gear, even more so when the leather platform boots were fitted. Next, Mia's arms were pulled behind her back and she had what looked like a double arm length glove was fitted around her arms and then tightened, pulling her shoulders back and her arms close together behind her. This had an added effect of pushing her chest out, showing off her magnificent breasts. Yeah, this was definitely affecting me in a way I wasn't expecting. I felt my cheeks warm as I knew I'd be fitted in a similar way to this, was I actually looking forward to it? What was wrong with me?
With Mia fitted in her pony girl gear, Ian worked on some small additional details. Mia's nose was pierced with a small bar in the middle of her nose, this was removed and replaced with a small ring. The bars in her nipples was also replaced with rings, and so was her Christina piercing and the two she had in each pussy lip. I was transfixed watching this transformation, it was almost dehumanising, and I was finding it hot. Ian then attached a small golden bell to the rings, and hearing them ring with every movement made the situation even hotter for me. To be so on display and have every movement you make draw even more attention to you. This was beginning to get difficult, if I couldn't sort myself out I was going to need to disappear for a few minutes and give myself some relief.
"She looks absolutely stunning." Jason whispered to me and I could only mumble a reply to agree. "Looking forward to getting dressed up yourself?" He asked and I wondered if he could tell how it was affecting me. My body was not discreet when I got aroused, my breathing got heavier, I got very wet, very quickly. It wouldn't surprise me if I had a massive wet patch now. And knowing that I was going to go next and that I'd have to be naked for that. Either I'd have to excuse myself and give myself a moment to calm myself as I cleaned up, or I'd have to just go for it and not give a fuck what people thought. Mia certainly didn't and I admired her a great deal for that.
