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Chapter 18 - Harness and plugs
This work also appears at http://www.ranch.demon.co.uk/
Lucinda, an attractive 26-year-old advertising executive, is bored
with her shallow job. Peter, a 39-year-old ex-football playing
network trouble-shooter from America, introduces her to the world
of pony-play. She seeks a hedonistic but trusting relationship
whereas he wishes to add her to his long list of trophies.
A Pony Tale chronicles her experiences and challenges during
this journey.
*** WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! ***
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heterosexual, homosexual and group sex activities and covers
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Chapter 18
Harness and plugs
At last they had got to the harness.
Peter had Lucinda thread her arms through the straps and showed her the
buckles that would normally be undone to allow the harness to be fitted
even when the pony had their arms bound.
It was a cross between a corset and a parachute harness made out of
thick black leather straps that still smelt deliciously of the tanning.
She was reminded of the handbag shops of her Mediterranean holidays.
The wide belt had a row of eyelets regularly spaced around its top and
bottom edges. A number of rings were fitted in some of these. At the
rear were three buckles that Peter loosely threaded while he adjusted
the rest of the straps. The two shoulder straps crossed between her
breasts and passed over her shoulders where they joined a sort of back
plate again with eyelets carrying some rings. A thinner, more pliant
strap ran, like the seams on a bra, from the side of the back plate
under each breast.
Two further straps hung from the rear of the belt and dangled behind her
legs. About a third of the way down these were joined by a single rivet
carrying a ring.
Peter tapped her legs wide apart and showed how these rear straps could
be brought between the legs to enhance or constrain the buttocks and
sex.
It all seemed a bit of an anticlimax as the thing hung draped over her
like a misshapen net.
Lucinda's chagrin turned to curiosity when Peter lifted the workbench
over and, with a loud clank, erected it behind her. He made her turn
around to face it.
'Bend over, legs apart and hands on here,' he said tapping the open
wooden jaws with his crop.
She looked at the piece of workshop clutter and frowned.
He caught her view,
'Oh, not good enough for Her Ladyship eh?' he commented. 'Well I hadn't
time to obtain a proper horse so this will have to do.'
'Horse? What was he on about?' thought Lucinda as she approached the
bench.
She firmly placed her feet about a metre apart and, stretching her arms
up first, gave a couple of bends back and forward then flopped down and
gripped the nearest wooden jaw letting her head hang under her arms as
she peered about.
'Like the 'Lion' posture', she thought.
Her booted legs looked even better from this view and she swayed and
watched the crotch straps of the harness swing between them. Peter
orbited her giving the occasional tap with the crop until her position
was to his liking. The tightness of the boots really helped her now and
she could feel her stretched muscles pulling her buttocks wide open for
him. He suggested that she turn her toes in a little and she felt her
anus pucker further as a result. Finally he stood besides her, lifted
the rear straps over her back then shifted her hips until she could see
the camera directly behind her with its single glass eye like a cannon
aimed directly at her rear.
She took the opportunity to playfully rub him with her hip and he
chuckled then cupped her breasts and gave them a squeeze.
'Feeling a little frisky, are we?' he asked.
She tossed her head and gave a pathetic attempt at a whinny.
She watched his inverted legs walk to the table and, making a face at
the camera, thrust her anus at it and gave a few practice pushes. Images
of the previous day filed her mind and she imagined the ring of pink
muscle pouting, fish like, and hungry to be filled. Peter finished
clattering about at the table and, with latex gloved hands, placed the
dildo tray on the floor between her legs and knelt to one side. He
picked up the gel and dribbled it down the divide of her buttocks until
it dripped over her labia and onto the floor. Lucinda purred as he
massaged and gently fingered her anus and she felt it relax and blossom
open of its own accord.
He then picked up the tapered dildo and its coolness replaced the warmth
of his finger. He gently buggered her with this, occasionally fully
withdrawing it, until she started to rock back on each inward thrust
feeling it penetrate and dilate her further. The rhythm and sensations
triggered memories of the last time she was penetrated in such a fashion
and, folding her arms as a pillow on the bench, rested her cheek and
started to drift into her mind space. Gradually the familiar twinges
returned at each inward drive and started to increase in discomfort
until something shot up inside her and stopped with part of it pressing
on the surrounding area.
Lucinda opened her eyes and saw the tapered dildo lying slickly in a
pool of gel and the large black butt plug gone. She clenched her anal
muscles and felt it sit snugly in place.
It felt very good. Like welcoming an old friend
He threaded the two crotch straps between her legs and along her groin
onto two buckles set wide apart on the front of the belt such that they
held the 'collar' of the plug firmly up against her crease and left her
sex and belly exposed.
It felt even better and Lucinda found herself relaxing to accommodate it
further.
She started to stand but Peter held her down.
'There's more,' he said, snapping off the gloves and putting on another
pair. The discarded gloves lay like used condoms under her breasts
'At least they're not pink,' she though.
He sat on his haunches and squirted more gel onto his fingers then
smeared it liberally over her vulva relying on only his fingers to
enlarge her. Her libido started to take over and she couldn't help
notice the corresponding bulge in his trousers so she thrust down on his
hand desperate for him to start on her clitoris.
He playfully smacked her rear with his sticky hand.
'Hussy!' he laughed, and stopped his ministrations.
She rocked at thin air trying fruitlessly to get the plug to stimulate
her or, better still, to inspire Peter to put his bulge to work.
Instead, to her delight, he picked up a large floppy dildo and placed
its shiny plum-sized glans between her dripping lips.
'Sit on this then, my pretty!' he said as he pushed gently.
Eagerly she thrust back and, with a long satisfying glide and visions of
El filling her mind, she engulfed it until she felt it bang her cervix
and she gave a little squeal. Annoyingly, unlike a real penis or the
unstoppable El, this did not want to move. Instead, Peter attached
another strap to the ring at the juncture of the straps in her crotch
and the centre of her belt at the front and tightened it to hold the
dildo in place.
'All done. Up you get and back to the spot,' he commanded and she
gingerly pushed herself up as the twin objects shifted about inside her.
He took her hand and helped her totter around and reassume her position.
Working rapidly around the harness, Peter adjusted buckles and straps
until she felt both of the welcome intruders nestle snugly into place
and felt fully filled and content. He had also started to tighten the
belt. This had the effect of pushing her bowels and uterus down and her
rib cage and breasts up enhancing the sensations in both. She felt like
a hyper-sensitised, erogenous hourglass. Looking down at her tightly
cinched waist she was also very glad she'd skipped breakfast.
Instead of the strange double glove, Peter made her fold her arms behind
her back and, using two Velcro straps threaded through the back plate
rings, bound them tightly together. Her breasts perked up accordingly.
Again, more tiny padlocks, and she rattled like Harry Houdini.
Next came the bridle and bit. Apart from the tail, this was the item
that had most impressed her during her research. She had also seen some
of the prices, and hated to think how much Peter had spent on this
weekend that made her even more determined to help him enjoy it.
With affection, she watched him pootling about by the window, loosening
the buckles and shaking the straps. He walked to her wearing such an
intense expression that she couldn't help herself.
'The best bit?' she said.
Then she added, giggling, 'I'm sorry love. I just couldn't resist that!'
He looked like thunder and she tensed herself awaiting the crop. It was
worth the slight pain to lighten the proceedings slightly. After all
this was pony-play.
He just silently stared.
'Look. I really am sorry. You know how I am?'
At last he spoke,
'That's three breaches.'
She pouted,
'I was only teasing, can't we loosen up occasionally?'
He held up four fingers, obviously not.
'OK, OK, you win... Master,' and she presented her rear to him.
Five fingers.
He ignored her offered buttocks and gripped her nipple tightly as he
walked past and then dragged her back to the workbench as he squeezed
harder.
It ached horribly and she stood and watched as he placed the foam block
of the day before on top of the bench. He unlocked and unclasped her
arms, pointed at the floor at the end of the bench and snapped,
'Stand there. Now!'
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