The skin padding the lower half of my palms was rubbing raw, as was that on my knees and the top of my feet. My back aching with the weight of carrying my lover as she rode me about the house.
Filled at one end with a long, thick plug, adorned with long strands of black hair that waved and swayed between my legs; the other with a hard, slightly slimy leather bit used to turn and control my movements. Dangling from the tips of my breasts, small metal balls attached to clips that stretch and torture my nipples.
She was still clothed but I could sense her excitement by the heat warming my lower back and by the relish with which she would twist to slap my ass from time to time. Her feet and legs the only visible parts to me, her feet in a pair of spiked heels and legs enclosed by shimmery dark hose. The tip of one shoe still shiny from when she rubbed me between the legs with it after she had slid the plug end of the tail into me.
One hand gripped my hair and yanked it back to get me to stop. In my concentration to make her ride comfortable, I missed the bell. It rang again and was clear even over my labored panting around the bit.
"Wait here," she directed as her feet set down on the ground and she lifted off me. I turned my head and watched her shapely, firm legs and ass as she left the room. A door opens and greetings exchanged. The second voice familiar but a shock as not someone I would have expected.
Was she being sent away? I can make out snatches of conversation but the voices remain distant. Then quiet, the seconds slowly ticking by. I wait and fight the pounding in my ears to hear, rather than imagine what is being said or done.
Finally footsteps. Two sets and I suck air loudly in a panic to try to control myself. Can she really be coming here now? Will she be allowed to see me in this state? OMG, what will she think? The questions exploding in my mind, making my arms shake as I stay crouched as she left me.
The door squeaks and, wide-eyed, I turn to face it. My lover enters first and pulls her in by the hand behind her. My fears confirmed, Sarah smiles at me with a look of, not quite surprise, but wonder and curiosity.
Dressed in an outfit I helped her pick out, the half-sleeve blouse buttoned up to ensure that the fullness of her breasts are accentuated, the skirt oh so short with a small slit over the left thigh to allow a daring glimpse, or at least imply it, at the upper limits of her inner thighs. Like my lover, a pair of spiked heels, hers with a strap about the ankle, raise her up and give added definition to her calf's. Unlike her, legs are bare although I think dark hose would have been a better choice. Over her shoulder, a large overnight bag, the sight of which increases the growing ball of terror within my guts.
Sarah's hand is locked with my Mistress' with the fingers of the other stroking and tracing up and down the length of her arm. A position I have occupied many times before as the proud bitch of my lover. Sarah's eyes never leave me, although they shift along my body and its adornments.
"Didn't I tell you she looks so sexy with her tail? My very pretty pony."
Sarah nods and I can almost feel her hand tighten in my Mistress'. Unable, or afraid to, move, I watch frozen as she turns her face into Sarah's hair and nuzzles at her ear. A whisper exchanged that I miss but Sarah's eyes are sparkling.
"I invited Sarah here for the night. Or perhaps longer. And," as she speaks her free hand lifts and slowly undoes the top button of Sarah's top, "as you can see, she agreed."
Her fingers gently pull open and spread the top button of Sarah's blouse, then lower and undo the second one with a practiced ease. The movements casual and measured, with no rush at all. The blouse again opened and smoothed before the next button and then the fourth is laid bare, baring also the soft swell of her breasts and then the lace of the demi bra that barely manages to contain them.
Slipping her hand inside to cup and weigh the fullness of one breast, my Mistress leans in to kiss her. Their lips meeting tenderly but soon opening and lips and tongues moving with passion and desire. Sarah using both hands to cling to the single one in her grasp.
The kiss breaks and she glances at me then back to Sarah. "Would you like to ride her?" Then, before Sarah can answer, she shakes her head, "Oh silly question, of course you will ride her. Its really a matter of when."
You both trade smiles and, in unison, gaze back at me. Her hand retreats from inside Sarah's top and travels down her side. Reaching the hem of her skirt, she raises it while stepping sideways, the motion forcing Sarah to turn as well so that her rear is facing me.
The raised skirt first reveals a thin band of material stretching over her hips and joined before disappearing between her ass cheeks. Turning Sarah again for a moment, I see the bare minimal patch that covers Sarah's pussy that is supported by those twin strings. The skirt's hem still up, my Mistress rubs one cheek before giving it a hard slap and drawing a gasp of surprise, and pleasure, from Sarah's mouth.
"Such a nice tight ass. And I think that it will warm so nicely under my hand. What do you think Sarah, should I continue? Or would you rather watch me beat my bitch first as I promised you?"
Sarah's head drops to her shoulder, her lips move but I'm unable to make out the words. This draws another slap of my Mistress' hand.
"Speak up! I barely heard you and I'm sure Jenny didn't at all." This instruction given with another slap of her hand upon the blushing flesh of Sarah's bum.
"I want to see you hit her." The words torn from Sarah's lips then smothered by my Mistress' as she acknowledges her wish with a series of kisses broken with small snatches of additional questions and promises.
"Will it get you hot to see me strike her?"
"Yes...."
"You know she needs and enjoys a firm, strong hand..."
