"And left foot, and right foot, and left foot..." the voice ordered, barely above a whisper.
Her Mistress dictated from the comfort of her lounging chair, swirling a small glass of white wine in her hand. She took a delicate sip from it as she watched her possession prance before her.
The pony followed through with her instructions, purposefully lifting her left leg and placing it in front of the right before doing the opposite. She enjoyed the attention that was being foisted upon her, loving the sensation of eyes upon her mostly naked flesh.
She wore attire that would've made reasonable society blush. Her bottom half was completely devoid of clothing while only a loosely tied corset of black leather offered her torso even the barest amount of protection. Two long black gloves covered her forearms. Though instead of ending in fingers, they instead cut off in a pair of faux hooves.
The centerpiece of all this gorgeous attire was a headpiece; an expertly crafted bit and bridle made of similarly dark material. Blinders denied her vision, a collar cradled her throat, and a bit rested between her lips, slowly accumulating spittle that she couldn't hope to keep in.
Two vibrators rested upon her nipples, buzzing away, while a third was pressed between her folds, offering a more carnal form of stimulation. A thick plug of matching black material was squeezed inside of her rump and provided both a token discomfort and pleasure.
Left foot, and right foot...
She advanced through the small living room, slowly but with purpose, ensuring that she met her Mistress' exacting standards.
Her Mistress seemed pleased with her, smiling as she continued to enjoy her beverage. If her plaything was supposed to be a pony, she was dressed like a rider with a pair of jeans and a plaid shirt that gave her a country girl charm.
Even if this country girl very rarely left the comfort of her city.
"Very good, my pony," her Mistress dictated. "Please stop."
The pony placed both of her feet upon the ground and watched as her Mistress rose. She came over and grabbed the reins that dangled from her pony's headpiece.
The mere touch made the pony quiver, nickering as her Mistress' grip tightened. The action was possessive but comforting, reinforcing that she belonged to this woman.
Her Mistress tugged upon the leads with one hand, getting her pony to stumble forth while she embraced her with her other arm.
"That was a very good performance, my love," her Mistress said, kissing her upon the forehead. "But I believe it's time for a break."
She let go and fiddled with the various buckles and latches that kept this elegant headpiece together. One-by-one they loosened, falling away until finally the headpiece slid off.
The pony drew in a breath and closed her mouth, finally able to swallow the saliva that had been pooling upon her tongue. She offered a dopey smile and giggled as her Mistress got to work on the arm binders.
"How did I do?" the pony asked.
Her Mistress smirked. "You'll be the pride of the show, Sarah."
Sarah nodded. "Sarah and Mistress Kris, a dangerous combination."
"We're going to make quite the impression tomorrow," Kris said. "You've gotten so good with your performance lately."
Tomorrow.
Sarah swallowed a lump in her throat, hoping that her Mistress didn't notice the slight inhale that she'd just taken. Though it would seem that she'd failed at being discreet as she noticed a concerned little glint within Kris' green eyes.
The armbinders fell away and Sarah sighed in relief as the cool air of their apartment touched her so recently bound flesh.
"Are you still worried?" Kris asked.
She drew up behind Sarah but didn't reach for the strings of her tight corset. Instead, she wrapped her dark arms around her lover's pale waist, embracing her tenderly from behind. One of her hands trailed upwards and touched the purple collar around her throat.
A lock of her Mistress' green hair rested upon her shoulder, a single colourful companion to the sea of natural brown that was Sarah's own mane.
Sarah sighed. "I've just... I've never really done something like this before. Especially with groups. We did that one play party and you know how nervous I was."
"I know," Kris whispered. "But you seemed to have warmed up to it after a little while."
"I did," Sarah said, nodding in agreement.
Kris smirked. "And I know this sounds big and intimidating but really it's maybe a dozen people at most. And you even know most of them. Plus, I know all of them personally, so I can vouch for them. It's going to be a blast, I promise."
"I just..." Sarah sighed. "I don't know."
"Just imagine all of those eyes upon you," Kris commented, her voice bearing a husky edge.
Sarah drew in a half breath and allowed herself a thin smile. She did like to imagine all of those eyes upon her. She savoured the idea of having the gaze of a dozen different people watching her prance and be a beautiful show horse. The fantasy was such an appealing proposition.
She shivered at the thought of prancing and dancing as those people cheered her on. She thought about the bounce of her bare breasts and the sway of the colourful feathers placed within her headpiece. A part of her even thought about the many roving hands upon her naked body, people stroking at her flesh and sex, people maybe even pushing their fingers into her.
Kris cleared her throat and Sarah stirred.
"Were you fantasizing?" Kris asked.
Sarah giggled and nodded slowly. "Sorry, I uh... I really like the idea of being put on display."
"See, isn't that a fun little fantasy to play around with?" Kris asked. "Don't you want to be a pretty pony for everyone to see?"
"Y-yeah." Sarah sighed fondly and allowed a small smile to form. "Yeah, I do."
"Then let's go to this thing and have an absolute blast," Kris said.
She kissed Sarah upon the shoulder before planting a couple more tender pecks down along her back. Her hands went for the strings of the corset and she started to untie them, loosening them one after another.
Sarah's corset was never done up tightly, but still, she couldn't help but sigh in relief.
"Anyways, did my pony have a fun session?" Kris asked. "Probably should've asked that right off the bat."
Sarah let out a contented little noise. "I did."
"Good because I always enjoy getting you into all of that gear," Kris said, letting out an amused snort. "After all, we only spent several hundred dollars getting all of that stuff custom made."
"Stupid expensive kinks," Sarah groaned.
Kris gave her a little bit of room.
Sarah took the chance and moved over to the couch, plopping down upon it. She laid down and rested a hand against her forehead.
"If you think this is expensive, wait until you develop a latex fetish," Kris teased. "Got into that years ago and my bank account still hasn't recovered."
She moved towards the kitchen and opened the fridge, pulling out a filtered pitcher of water. She then filled two glasses and brought them over to the couch.
As she returned, Sarah sat up, making room for her girlfriend.
Girlfriend.
She touched the collar around her throat.
Mistress.
That felt like a far more appropriate title at the moment.
"Leaving that on?" Kris asked.
Sarah nodded. "Maybe just for a little while longer. If that's okay with you?"
"Aww, is my precious pony still driven into the very depths of subspace?" Kris teased. She reached over and scritched her under the chin. "Well, I suppose you can wear it as long as you'd like."
"Thank you, Mistress," Sarah whispered, smirking. "I uh... I guess that was a really good session."
"Glad you enjoyed it so much," Kris said.
She reached out and grabbed their remote, turning on the TV and quickly going over to one of the many streaming services that they were subscribed to.
A thin smile graced her lips as she worked. "But if you're still in subspace then I'm going to take advantage of that and pick what we're watching tonight."
Sarah stuck out her tongue. "Go for it."
Kris browsed through their catalog until she landed upon a cartoon about a young witch, selecting it.
Though Sarah didn't complain. Kris had always been better at picking something for them to watch.
"By the way, did you get your shifts covered this weekend?" Kris asked.
Sarah bit her lip. "Yeah."
The Uber pulled up to the suburban home, coming to a stop before one a dozen cookie cutter designs. If Sarah didn't know any better, she would've assumed that it was owned by some doctor, engineer, or tech bro who complained about city living.
But she knew the owners and knew that they were cool.
Kris said goodbye to the driver and the little sedan was off, leaving them alone on the boulevard.
The house was lit though the curtains were drawn. They were thick but betrayed that there were people inside, the vague silhouettes of a party that was just getting started.
The movement was enough to make a fresh lump form in Sarah's throat. Though it was quickly squashed as Kris reached over, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.
"You're going to do great," she said.
Sarah nodded slowly. "I hope so."
They approached the door and Kris knocked, doing so in a pattern.
One knock, two in quick succession, then one knock, then three in quick succession. A cutesy little code.
As the last knock was delivered, Kris threw off a smile. "Roger always did love his games."
There was movement from the other side and soon the door opened, revealing a man who was a little older than themselves. He was tall and well built with a head of bountiful red hair. A small scar dotted his lip as he smiled.
This was the famous Roger.
