The only remaining problem in our new relationship is the need for me to find a full-time job. I'm reluctant to seek work in the city, as it will mean reducing my time with Mistress. But it may come to that if I can't find a local job within the next few weeks. I'm due to start work at the pony club soon. That, and my work for Mistress will help cover most of our bills, but Tom and I will still need to be frugal. During the week my work for Mistress involves cleaning her house, doing the laundry and washing the dishes. Theoretically, most of it could be done in the evening, but I'm not sure Mistress will approve.
On Tuesday evening Mistress holds a small party for some of her friends, Tom is invited as a guest and I'm called on to be a waitress. At first I'm a little nervous about wearing my maid's uniform with the cut-out rear, particularly as it will be the first time Tom has seen me wearing the uniform. My arse is no longer sore, but the welts are still clearly visible. However, I don't question Mistress Lyn's requirement for me to carry out my duty with my arse bared for all to see.
As the party develops I realise that, apart from Tom, the six guests are all members of The Manor. Since they are all finely dressed, I don't associate them with the pony club. Consequently, I'm taken by surprise when the clock on the sideboard strikes nine o'clock and the three of the four women guests promptly undress. Mistress takes the opportunity to introduce me to her guests and vice versa.
The three naked women are simply introduced to me as Black, Green and Blue. Likewise I'm introduced by my club colour, Red. I'm welcomed into their group and my duties as waitress are forgotten for the moment. The three Fillies occupy most of my time. I only learn the first names of the other guests and they only know me as Red. Black and Blue are about my age, but Green is a very young looking nineteen. If the others hadn't confirmed Green's age I would have guessed that she was much younger.
Mistress allows me about twenty minutes to socialise before reminding me of my role tonight. I promptly fetch more drinks for the guests and resume my work duties. The party resumes with the naked women sat happily chatting to the others as if being nude at a party is an everyday occurrence. I feel a twinge of jealousy at seeing Tom and Mistress Lyn happily chatting to each other while I'm working, but I remind myself that I am being treated exactly the way I wanted.
Chapter 7
The following day, Mistress Lyn's takes me to The Manor for my fitting and orientation tour. We are stopped at the huge gates at the end of the driveway for a thorough military style security check. We drive around the back of the huge house and enter through what I can only describe as the servant's entrance. There we are met by a strongly built fair-haired woman in her late thirties or early forties. Her long blond hair is in braids, in a style I associate with Scandinavians. At Mistress Lyn's signal I drop to my knees and place my hands on my head.
"Mistress Stella will attend to your fitting," says Mistress. "Obey her. I will collect you later for your orientation tour."
"Stand and follow me, slave," says the woman with an air of authority once Mistress Lyn has left us.
By referring to me as 'slave' she clearly doesn't intend for our meeting to be one between equals. I follow her into a small room in the basement. Lying on a large table is an assortment of clothing and bondage gear. It takes me a few moments to realise that all this stuff is the pony girl outfit Mistress Lyn has ordered for me.
"You are to try on the full outfit," says Mistress Stella. "And we need to be quick about it. Your Mistress is due back in half an hour, and she will undoubtedly expect you to be fully dressed by then."
Despite the confusing jumble of gear, half an hour seems to be ample time to put it on. But I don't argue and I study the items on the table. The largest item is a red latex one-piece bodysuit which will cover me from the neck down. Even my hands and feet will be encased in the suit. The mittens at the end of the arms have no thumb, so my hands will be rendered next to useless.
"Strip, slave," snaps Mistress Stella, reaching for a large can of talcum powder.
Mistress Stella has me rub a generous dose of talc over my naked body. Once she's satisfied with my effort, I'm instructed to climb into the body suit. It's a tight fit and I realise why the talc is necessary so as to ease the latex into the correct position. Once my arms are inside the suit I must rely on Stella's help to make the final adjustments. It takes us nearly fifteen minutes before she is satisfied that every part of the suit is the right size and is in the correct position. She then fastens the zip which runs down my spine from my neck to my waist. The section between my legs is cut away, exposing the area of my cunt and arse. I presume it is to enable calls of nature to be answered, or more perversely, to allow someone to fuck me. Mistress and I haven't discussed the subject of sex while I'm working here, but my contract states that members of The Manor are permitted to have sex with me if I give my consent.
By now I'm getting aroused. Without any warning Mistress Stella places a wide adhesive tape over my mouth, effectively silencing me. She then produces a black leather lace-up hood which she promptly places over my head. The hood covers the top of my head. It curves down the side of my face, under my chin, and across my mouth, leaving only my nose, cheeks and eyes uncovered. The section of the hood covering my ears has additional padding which severely restricts my hearing. Mistress Stella starts lacing up the back of the hood, imprisoning my hair and clamping the front of the hood tight against my face. The ear padding pushes against my ears, and soon blots out all but the loudest of sounds. Consequently, I nearly jump out of my skin when I hear a beeping noise in my ears.
"Good, the earphones are working," chortles Mistress Stella through my earphones in response to the test she has just performed.
The next item to be affixed to my outfit is a metal bridle in a matching shade of red to my latex body suit. On the top of the bridle is a twenty centimetre long red plume. The bridle is made of thin steel bands and it is flexible enough to spring open to fit onto my head. There are two horizontal bands; a thick one passing over my mouth and under my ears, and a thinner one across my forehead and above my ears. Two vertical bands are riveted to the horizontal bands to keep them in place; one from ear to ear over the top of my head, and the other from the top of my head to the band across my mouth, splitting around my nose. The metal bridle is held in place by two adjustable bolts at the rear which squeeze it tight against my head.
A shaped black leather collar is next which rests on my shoulders and surrounds my neck completely. When fastened, it forces my chin into a horizontal position. Mistress Stella tightens the straps before adding a padlock. Then she moves onto the black leather corset belt. That she wraps around my waist and adjusts the criss-cross lacing at the rear so that my waist is squeezed tight. My tits are lifted by the belt pushing up from underneath. As with the previous items, it's a tight fit which restricts some range of movement, but isn't uncomfortable to wear.
Mistress Stella then takes a few moments to admire her handiwork, and I get a good look at myself in the mirror. The effect is hot and sexy and I only wish that there was something that I could do about my mounting arousal. However, Mistress Stella hasn't finished yet, and she proceeds to strap a leather body harness over my shoulders, and around my chest and waist. I was expecting a strap between my legs, but she doesn't add one. My cunt and arse remain exposed. Mistress Stella tightens the straps so that the harness is a snug fit. She obviously has a lot of experience at doing this.
So far my arms have been left free, but that soon changes. Mistress Stella picks up a black leather arm-binder and she proceeds to imprison my lower arms behind my back. The tight binding on my lower arms forces my shoulders back. The upper straps of the harness are fastened over my upper arms, effectively pinning them to my body. I am powerless to remove any part of my bondage, let alone free myself. This, of course, is exactly what I've fantasized about for longer than I care to admit.
