"You haven't heard the best part yet," Ms. Winters said. "Second prize is a night with... me!" Beau took a step back, but Velvet was still right there. The little monster was
always
right there. Beau glared at Ms. Winters as the steel haired woman stepped forward, leash in hand, and clasped it to the collar around her neck. She hated the leash. She hated the collar. Fuck, she hated it all. "Come along, Beau." Ms. Winters tugged lightly on the leash, and Beau trudged along beside her. She heard Velvet snicker and looked over her shoulder. Velvet had her arm around Peep and smacked Stephan's ass, who yelped, looking at her pleadingly.
"Don't worry about him, girl," the awful bitch said. "Calm down."
"Calm down? You're leaving my brother with that
freak
. She's a
rapist!
"
"I knew I was going to have to correct that," she said wistfully. "Beau, we have much to do tonight.
Much
to do." They stopped at the door, and the taller woman turned to her expectantly. Beau turned her lip in disgust and put the tie around her thighs. "Another notch."
"It's too tight! It hurts!"
"We're not going far. Another notch." Beau cursed silently and tightened the hobbler. "That's better." She unlocked the door and gave another tug on the leash. "Come along," she said. Beau staggered behind her, out into the dreary rain and across the yard. Ms. Winters was silent as she opened the basement door and led Beau into the grooming room. She tied the leash off on a hook in the ceiling, and stepped around behind Beau with a
tsk
. "You don't need a shower before we go upstairs."
"Hooray," Beau said mockingly.
"No, Beau. That's
not
a good thing." The older woman sighed as she loosened the laces on Beau's corset. "You're a racing pony. You should be dirty and sweaty, and instead you're as fresh as you were before we started."
"Just trying to keep your expenses low," Beau chuckled. "Haven't you heard there's a recession?"
"Hmmm," the taller woman said, as she began to walk in a small circle around Beau. "You know, this morning you were cold and distant, as is your custom. You were... mmmm, resistant?... to the idea of a race? Your disinterest is troubling, although hardly new." She came to a stop in front of Beau, and leaned in close. "And yet since you found out we were going to be spending some
quality time
together, you've antagonised me non-stop." Beau spat at her. "Oh yes," she said, wiping the glob of saliva from her nose with a wicked smile. "We are going to have
fun
tonight."
The older woman unfastened and removed her corset, and all the while, Beau continued to sulk. She glowered at the woman on the other end of the leash as she was lead through the long room and up the stairs to the playroom.
"Would you believe," she finally said, as she lead Beau through the various apparatus', "that this is the room in the house I put the least amount of thought into?" Beau's brow knitted in disbelief as they came to a stop next to a padded cross. "I know," she said, conversationally, as she took Beau's left arm and moved it toward a restraint. Beau fought her, pulling her arm back, but it was for naught. Winters yanked hard on the leash, pulling Beau with ease, and had a wrist in the strap before Beau had her balance. "I had hundreds of ideas for the other rooms. Specific products and brands, floor layout, et cetera, but this room? I went a different route." Beau fought each wrist and ankle, but once the first one was attached, it was down to a contest of strength she was bound to lose.
"I had met a contractor at a club a few years back. The same man who built the stalls downstairs. Anyway," she said, as she walked over to the wall of implements, "he showed me his dungeon once, and I was... hmmm..." Ms. Winters frowned as she looked over her riding crops. "I was impressed by a rig he had that he'd built himself. Very sturdy. It was nothing to look at on it's own, but it had many restraints that could be used in different combinations. Very inventive." She took one off the wall with a bit of folded leather on the end and flicked it through the air twice. "No," she muttered, putting it back. "Anyway, I knew that he had other designs, and when I began to conceive of The Ranch, I knew that I was going to be putting this room in his hands. I commissioned his whole sketch book.
"It's the
only
thing I would put in his hands." She picked up a slightly shorter crop with a bit of hard nylon on the end. "He demonstrated some of the uses of his rig, which he had named 'The Breaker'," she sighed, rolling her eyes. She gestured around the room with one hand. "All of these have names, and all of them just as ridiculous. Anyway, he demonstrated them with his slave. A pitiful thing, that slave. Howled and whined the whole time, and
not once
did it thank him. Do you know why?" Beau's flat expression remained unchanged as Ms. Winters went over to different drawer and withdrew a bullet vibrator. "I'll tell you why; because it wasn't thankful. It didn't
really
want to be there. It didn't know
what
it wanted, and so it let that man have his way with it, let him abuse it, just to have something to hold on to. An owner should know better. He's an awful man, and a fool."
"That doesn't sound
at all
like anyone I know."
Ms. Winters smirked as she set down her handful, and went out into her bedroom. Her voice carried loudly through the open spaces as she continued. "I could have gone to someone else, and hovered over their shoulder while they worked, but I'm not an engineer. I would only have gotten in the way of people who know better and in this matter,
this one matter
, I believe that man knows best."
"Is there a point in all this?"
"Does that make this easier for you?" Ms. Winters had her head quirked as she returned with a leather case and a bowl of water. Beau's eyebrows slowly rose the taller woman removed a razor and shaving cream from the case. "Now, I know I've set down some very specific rules for grooming, but those are born out of aesthetic. What I'm about to do is a courtesy."
Beau turned her head and winced as the older woman knelt down before her. The cream felt cold as it was spread around her vulva, and she couldn't help but twitch. "If there was ever a time for you to keep still, my little troublemaker, this is it." Beau nodded tightly, and Ms. Winters went back to carefully smearing the white lather up and down her outer labia. "Good girl."
Her skin pebbled when she felt the razor press against her groin and begin an agonizingly-slow trip downward. The sound of it, like velcro tearing, set her teeth on edge, although the bark was far worse than the bite. Ms. Winters had a smooth and even hand. Every other short stroke over her skin was followed by a quick swish in the bowl. Beau didn't want to watch, but no matter how she twisted, she could still see the steel haired woman kneeling and grinning as she worked.
"Your pussy is... just
beautiful
, Beau," Ms Winters said, dabbing at the left lip with a wet cloth. "I don't expect you've spent a lot of time with a hand mirror to know, but it's true. Your inner lips are like a work of art." Beau flinched as the older woman delicately parted her. The soft cloth trailed along the side of her hooded clit, and the mare barely stifled a cry. "Mmm, a little moist already. Delicious, even if I did make you look like a twelve year old in the process." Beau shut her eyes and turned to the side. "Ah ah ah. Eyes on me, little pony." She gasped as the older woman cupped her sex, the puffy skin molding against her curved palm. Beau hesitantly opened one eye, and squealed as Ms. Winters pushed the tip of her middle finger inward. "Feels good, doesn't it? That first finger? Before you're wet enough for it to slide in, and there's just that... that
pressure
."
"Fuck you," Beau whimpered.
"That's not really how this works," she mused. "You know, I don't need you to answer the question; I can tell you enjoy this, but I'd really like to hear it from your mouth."
"You're gonna be waiting a long time," Beau snarled.
"I have
alllll
night." Beau breathed a quiet sigh of relief as Ms. Winters stood up and turned around. The older woman removed her tan short sleeve shirt, revealing a black lace bra underneath which she promptly reached behind herself to unfasten. She sat down on the edge of a plush arm chair and removed her boots. Beau stared, slightly enviously, at the teardrop shape of the older woman's breasts as she leaned forward to peel off her socks. "Thank you for keeping your eyes on me," Winters said with a smirk. "It's not always feasible, but I prefer to do these things in the nude, and it's nice to be appreciated for the work I put in to stay in shape."
"I didn't say anything," Beau said warily.
Beau's eyes widened as the older woman approached her, riding crop in hand, and she gasped as she felt the tip of the crop slide up her cleft. Winters raised and held the glistening tip in the air between them, twisting it so the wetness caught the light. "I'd say that's a bit more than was there before, wouldn't you?" Winters gave her a dark smile as she smeared the wet end of the crop against the tip of Beau's nose. Beau's nostrils flared as she caught the scent of her own arousal. Color bloomed in her cheeks. "Try not to stare while I take off my pants. It's rude."
"When you chain us up and tease us, of course you're going to get an unconscious response," Beau spat. "I wouldn't sleep with a monster like you if you begged me."
Ms. Winters stepped closer, her eyes flashing. "Oh I promise you, my naughty little pony, that
