Camilla unzips Fiona's dress and lets it fall to the stables floor and unfastens her lacy pink bra, letting her large breasts fall out, bouncing slightly, her pink nipples standing to attention in the cool of the stables. Slipping her thumbs inside the edges of Fiona's lacy pink panties which are slightly damp at the crotch, she slides them down her long slender legs, revealing her neat, shaved pussy. Ashley is watching wide-eyed and open mouthed, involuntarily rubbing her own pussy through the crotch of her cut-offs.
"Get on your hands and knees, pony," says Camilla and Fiona drops to all fours. Camilla pulls off Fiona's strappy little shoes. "Ashley, come over here and help me." Ashley helps Camilla strap a saddle on Fiona's back, pulling the straps tight under her belly. Ashley attaches the stirrups while Camilla fits Fiona with a bridle, sliding the bit up into her mouth and fitting the blinkers to block her peripheral vision.
"You're a good little pony, aren't you?" says Camilla. Fiona nods. "Say it," commands Camilla
"I...a...goo...ickle...ony," says Fiona, struggling with the bit in her mouth, making Ashley and Camilla laugh. Camilla attaches the reins and ties them to a nearby post, holding Fiona's head upright. She stands in front of Fiona, admiring her handiwork.
"Ashley, come here," says Camilla. "Take off my dress." Ashley looks shocked but she does as she is told, unzipping Camilla's royal blue dress and lifting it over her head. For a moment Camilla stands in her cream bra and panties and black boots, the yellowish light of the stables lamps painting the honeyed skin over her perfectly toned body an eerie golden colour. She smiles at the helpless Fiona. "Fetch me my riding gear," she tells Ashley. "Over there." Ashley brings Camilla the bundle of clothes and Camilla pulls on her blouse. "Unzip my boots." "Help me with my jodhpurs."
I don't know whether Camilla's deliberately making Ashley her slave or that she's so used to being waited on that it comes naturally. Either way, after little more than two minutes, Camilla is ready to go riding. She stands triumphal in her riding jacket, helmet, jodhpurs and boots, looking down at Fiona who, before the day is out will surprise herself at her capacity to crave humiliation. Finally, she picks up her riding crop and takes a step towards Fiona.
Camilla unties the reins and mounts in the correct fashion, one leg in the stirrups first, then swinging herself over the top. She stands in the stirrups, making Fiona take her entire weight before lowering herself into the saddle. Fiona whimpers slightly, so Camilla gives her a smart little smack on her bum with the riding crop.
"We'll have none of that," says Camilla. "Off we go." Fiona sets off at a gentle trot. Camilla looks ridiculous with her knees up by her ears and she must realise this because after a few steps, she pulls her feet out of the stirrups and rests her riding boots on Fiona's shoulders.
