Show Pony

"And left foot, and right foot, and left foot..." the voice ordered, barely above a whisper.

Her Mistress dictated from the comfort of her lounging chair, swirling a small glass of white wine in her hand. She took a delicate sip from it as she watched her possession prance before her.

The pony followed through with her instructions, purposefully lifting her left leg and placing it in front of the right before doing the opposite. She enjoyed the attention that was being foisted upon her, loving the sensation of eyes upon her mostly naked flesh.

She wore attire that would've made reasonable society blush. Her bottom half was completely devoid of clothing while only a loosely tied corset of black leather offered her torso even the barest amount of protection. Two long black gloves covered her forearms. Though instead of ending in fingers, they instead cut off in a pair of faux hooves.

The centerpiece of all this gorgeous attire was a headpiece; an expertly crafted bit and bridle made of similarly dark material. Blinders denied her vision, a collar cradled her throat, and a bit rested between her lips, slowly accumulating spittle that she couldn't hope to keep in.

Two vibrators rested upon her nipples, buzzing away, while a third was pressed between her folds, offering a more carnal form of stimulation. A thick plug of matching black material was squeezed inside of her rump and provided both a token discomfort and pleasure.

Left foot, and right foot...

She advanced through the small living room, slowly but with purpose, ensuring that she met her Mistress' exacting standards.

Her Mistress seemed pleased with her, smiling as she continued to enjoy her beverage. If her plaything was supposed to be a pony, she was dressed like a rider with a pair of jeans and a plaid shirt that gave her a country girl charm.

Even if this country girl very rarely left the comfort of her city.

"Very good, my pony," her Mistress dictated. "Please stop."

The pony placed both of her feet upon the ground and watched as her Mistress rose. She came over and grabbed the reins that dangled from her pony's headpiece.

The mere touch made the pony quiver, nickering as her Mistress' grip tightened. The action was possessive but comforting, reinforcing that she belonged to this woman.

Her Mistress tugged upon the leads with one hand, getting her pony to stumble forth while she embraced her with her other arm.

"That was a very good performance, my love," her Mistress said, kissing her upon the forehead. "But I believe it's time for a break."

She let go and fiddled with the various buckles and latches that kept this elegant headpiece together. One-by-one they loosened, falling away until finally the headpiece slid off.

The pony drew in a breath and closed her mouth, finally able to swallow the saliva that had been pooling upon her tongue. She offered a dopey smile and giggled as her Mistress got to work on the arm binders.

"How did I do?" the pony asked.

Her Mistress smirked. "You'll be the pride of the show, Sarah."

Sarah nodded. "Sarah and Mistress Kris, a dangerous combination."

"We're going to make quite the impression tomorrow," Kris said. "You've gotten so good with your performance lately."

Tomorrow.

Sarah swallowed a lump in her throat, hoping that her Mistress didn't notice the slight inhale that she'd just taken. Though it would seem that she'd failed at being discreet as she noticed a concerned little glint within Kris' green eyes.

The armbinders fell away and Sarah sighed in relief as the cool air of their apartment touched her so recently bound flesh.

"Are you still worried?" Kris asked.

She drew up behind Sarah but didn't reach for the strings of her tight corset. Instead, she wrapped her dark arms around her lover's pale waist, embracing her tenderly from behind. One of her hands trailed upwards and touched the purple collar around her throat.

A lock of her Mistress' green hair rested upon her shoulder, a single colourful companion to the sea of natural brown that was Sarah's own mane.

Sarah sighed. "I've just... I've never really done something like this before. Especially with groups. We did that one play party and you know how nervous I was."

"I know," Kris whispered. "But you seemed to have warmed up to it after a little while."

"I did," Sarah said, nodding in agreement.

Kris smirked. "And I know this sounds big and intimidating but really it's maybe a dozen people at most. And you even know most of them. Plus, I know all of them personally, so I can vouch for them. It's going to be a blast, I promise."

"I just..." Sarah sighed. "I don't know."

"Just imagine all of those eyes upon you," Kris commented, her voice bearing a husky edge.

Sarah drew in a half breath and allowed herself a thin smile. She did like to imagine all of those eyes upon her. She savoured the idea of having the gaze of a dozen different people watching her prance and be a beautiful show horse. The fantasy was such an appealing proposition.

She shivered at the thought of prancing and dancing as those people cheered her on. She thought about the bounce of her bare breasts and the sway of the colourful feathers placed within her headpiece. A part of her even thought about the many roving hands upon her naked body, people stroking at her flesh and sex, people maybe even pushing their fingers into her.

Kris cleared her throat and Sarah stirred.

"Were you fantasizing?" Kris asked.

Sarah giggled and nodded slowly. "Sorry, I uh... I really like the idea of being put on display."

"See, isn't that a fun little fantasy to play around with?" Kris asked. "Don't you want to be a pretty pony for everyone to see?"

"Y-yeah." Sarah sighed fondly and allowed a small smile to form. "Yeah, I do."

"Then let's go to this thing and have an absolute blast," Kris said.

She kissed Sarah upon the shoulder before planting a couple more tender pecks down along her back. Her hands went for the strings of the corset and she started to untie them, loosening them one after another.

Sarah's corset was never done up tightly, but still, she couldn't help but sigh in relief.

"Anyways, did my pony have a fun session?" Kris asked. "Probably should've asked that right off the bat."

Sarah let out a contented little noise. "I did."

"Good because I always enjoy getting you into all of that gear," Kris said, letting out an amused snort. "After all, we only spent several hundred dollars getting all of that stuff custom made."

"Stupid expensive kinks," Sarah groaned.

Kris gave her a little bit of room.

Sarah took the chance and moved over to the couch, plopping down upon it. She laid down and rested a hand against her forehead.

"If you think this is expensive, wait until you develop a latex fetish," Kris teased. "Got into that years ago and my bank account still hasn't recovered."

She moved towards the kitchen and opened the fridge, pulling out a filtered pitcher of water. She then filled two glasses and brought them over to the couch.

As she returned, Sarah sat up, making room for her girlfriend.

Girlfriend.

She touched the collar around her throat.

Mistress.

That felt like a far more appropriate title at the moment.

"Leaving that on?" Kris asked.

Sarah nodded. "Maybe just for a little while longer. If that's okay with you?"

"Aww, is my precious pony still driven into the very depths of subspace?" Kris teased. She reached over and scritched her under the chin. "Well, I suppose you can wear it as long as you'd like."

"Thank you, Mistress," Sarah whispered, smirking. "I uh... I guess that was a really good session."

"Glad you enjoyed it so much," Kris said.

She reached out and grabbed their remote, turning on the TV and quickly going over to one of the many streaming services that they were subscribed to.

A thin smile graced her lips as she worked. "But if you're still in subspace then I'm going to take advantage of that and pick what we're watching tonight."

Sarah stuck out her tongue. "Go for it."

Kris browsed through their catalog until she landed upon a cartoon about a young witch, selecting it.

Though Sarah didn't complain. Kris had always been better at picking something for them to watch.

"By the way, did you get your shifts covered this weekend?" Kris asked.

Sarah bit her lip. "Yeah."

The Uber pulled up to the suburban home, coming to a stop before one a dozen cookie cutter designs. If Sarah didn't know any better, she would've assumed that it was owned by some doctor, engineer, or tech bro who complained about city living.

But she knew the owners and knew that they were cool.

Kris said goodbye to the driver and the little sedan was off, leaving them alone on the boulevard.

The house was lit though the curtains were drawn. They were thick but betrayed that there were people inside, the vague silhouettes of a party that was just getting started.

The movement was enough to make a fresh lump form in Sarah's throat. Though it was quickly squashed as Kris reached over, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.

"You're going to do great," she said.

Sarah nodded slowly. "I hope so."

They approached the door and Kris knocked, doing so in a pattern.

One knock, two in quick succession, then one knock, then three in quick succession. A cutesy little code.

As the last knock was delivered, Kris threw off a smile. "Roger always did love his games."

There was movement from the other side and soon the door opened, revealing a man who was a little older than themselves. He was tall and well built with a head of bountiful red hair. A small scar dotted his lip as he smiled.

This was the famous Roger.

"Glad you remembered the code," he teased, winking at them. "Everyone else seems to have forgotten it tonight."

"Can't let your little spy roleplay go to waste," Sarah shot back.

He ushered them inside and both of them stepped through the door.

Sarah took this moment to check out his outfit. It was strangely normal for something like this; just a simple polo shirt and a pair of jeans.

"And I'm happy that you could make it this time," Roger said as he nodded towards Sarah. "Ever since Kris showed me photos of you in all that pony gear, I've been dying for a chance to see it in person."

Sarah bit her lip. "I hope that you like it."

At the mention of her gear, she felt the slight bite of her canvas satchel's strap. It must've weighed only a couple pounds but adding the burden of her anxiety into the mix it seemed to weigh far more than that.

Roger offered a hand. "Can I help?"

Sarah grinned nervously and offered him the bag which he gladly took.

"Jesus Kris, what stories have you been telling this one?" Roger chided. "That she'd walk in and everyone would be butt naked and in the middle of a full-on sadism orgy or something?"

Kris rolled her eyes. "I've told her the truth but you know how brains can be when it comes to stuff like this."

Roger nodded and then motioned towards the living room. "Well, I can tell you that everyone is just chatting in the living room right now." He then winked at Sarah. "The other stuff comes after we've all settled in and I promise it's far less exciting than whatever Gor fantasy you've been putting together in your brain."

"Gor?" Sarah asked.

Kris snorted. "A very old BDSM book that has aged about as well as a block of unrefrigerated cheddar cheese."

"Hey it has its charms," Roger said, shaking his head. "Anyways, can I get you two anything to drink? Obviously, nothing alcoholic."

"I'll have a soda water with lime," Kris said before glancing at Sarah. Sarah was about to speak but Kris cut her off. "And she'll have a ginger ale."

Kris then grinned at her.

"Oh my, I see someone is getting into their roles early tonight," Roger teased. He then waved them off and moved towards another room. "But you two get settled, I'll get your drinks."

Kris waved as well before moving towards the living room.

Sarah' legs felt stiff as she did the same. Even with the reassurance from Roger, she still expected to find something crass and uncouth taking place in the living room.

However, as she entered, she discovered that there were just a half dozen people around their ages chatting and sipping non-alcoholic drinks. They were dressed in clothing that was either casual or just a step above. No one was naked and the only hint that something kinky was taking place was that two of the guests were wearing collars. Though it could very well have been a fashion statement considering the type of outfits they wore.

This settled Sarah, though only little. After all, this was still a party and she was still the only person here who barely knew anyone. That was a whole different basket of anxieties to worry about.

"Kris!" a voice called.

A woman with blonde hair was ushering them over. She was gorgeous, wearing a lovely little sundress and a bright smile. Though she was also one of the only two people currently wearing a collar.

Her companion seemed to be a woman with tanned skin who wore a fine blouse and a pair of tight jeans.

"Lily!" Kris replied before making her way across the room.

Sarah could only follow, hoping that her smile did a convincing enough job of telling everyone that she wasn't anxious.

Because she wasn't anxious!

Nope, certainly not, not one bit.

"So, is this Sarah?" Lily asked.

Kris smirked. "Yeah, this is her. Finally managed to get her to come along for one of these things."

She reached out and grabbed Sarah's hand. It was comforting, doing far more to quell the rebellion in her mind than anything that she could possibly do. This mere touch told her that she had a lifeline, something to keep the rowdy torrent of emotions at bay.

"Yep, I'm uh... I'm Sarah," Sarah said.

Lily grinned. "You remind me of how nervous I was during my first play party." She winked at her. "I promise that it isn't nearly as mysterious as your brain is making it out to be. It's just like any other party unless you want it to be something more."

"T-thanks," Sarah said.

Kris gave her hand another comforting squeeze. "How about we slip on your collar? That might help with things."

"Couldn't hurt," Sarah replied, biting her lip.

Kris reached into her pocket and pulled out a jewelry box. She had to let go of Sarah's hand in order to open it.

Her collar was such a simple thing. Just a band of worn purple leather with a few silver accessories around it. The front had a nice big D-ring that glistened and the back had a matching latch made of a similar material.

It wasn't the most intricate of designs but it was made with love, crafted by the very woman who was taking it out of the box.

Kris paused for a moment, realizing that she didn't have enough hands for what she was about to do.

Lily snickered and silently offered hers, taking the box and placing it in her lap. She seemed amused as she watched the two of them.

"On your knees," Kris ordered.

Her voice was soft but firm; an order delivered with only the most tender of voices imaginable.

Sarah felt heat in her cheeks as she got onto her knees, looking out upon the room. Most of the people continued with their conversations but more than a couple had turned their attention towards the little show that was taking place.

She drew in a shaky breath, shivering as she felt their gaze upon her. Their eyes were a potent aphrodisiac, toying with her poor little mind. If being watched while fully dressed was this nice, she couldn't imagine what the pony session would be like.

Her panties rubbed against her swollen pussy as she leaked into them. She was apparently quite turned on by what was happening.

Kris reached out and brushed Sarah's hair out of the way before pulling the collar around her throat. She was gentle with her actions, pulling the band through the latch and giving just the right amount of slack. This ensured that there would be no risk to her pet's well being.

Then she carefully latched it shut in the back before reaching up and ruffling her girlfriend's hair.

"You two are adorable," Lily teased.

Sarah drifted back into the moment, realizing that the party had started back up around them. Their little ceremony had been a distraction but a brief one. Though Sarah remained upon her knees, loving the presence of Kris' hand within her hair.

"So, how have you two been doing?" Kris asked.

Lily shrugged. "Me and Veronica have been good. You know, just enduring the endless grind that has been the last two years."

"Got my ass kicked by the booster shot," Veronica said. She then flashed a smile at Sarah. "So, you're Kris' mysterious girlfriend?"

"Guilty as charged," Sarah said.

Kris snorted. "I really need to figure out when I can schedule my booster." She then shook her head. "But glad you two are doing okay. I've uh... the freelancing has been going pretty well lately."

"Told you, you could make it as an author," Sarah chided.

"Yeah, yeah but you seem to forget that I suffer from a crippling lack of ego," Kris retorted. "A dangerously crippling lack of ego."

Lily rolled her eyes. "Your newest novella was pretty good by the way."

Sarah smirked. "See!"

"Shush you," Kris murmured, placing a dramatic hand against her forehead. "And please allow me to live with the comfort of knowing that I am nothing but a washed up has been who will never amount to anything in her pursuit of literary genius."

"Can you believe her?" Sarah asked.

Lily shook her head. "I don't know how you put up with her."

Sarah couldn't help but giggle.

Though it dawned on her that this was a real giggle and not one borne by the massive amount of anxiety she felt. No, it seemed like the bulk of the nerves had already left her body. One conversation, one joke, that's all it took to cut the edge.

And now that she thought about it, maybe things were going to be alright. Just like Kris had promised.

Roger entered the room with two sodas in his hands and the absence of a canvas bag on his shoulder.

"How are you two doing?" he asked

"Pretty good. Just catching up with Lily," Kris said.

Lily snorted. "Kris here is telling us that she'll never amount to anything in her life."

"Okay but your new novella was amazing," Roger chided.

"Technicalities," Kris teased. "I'll be just another one hit wonder when my next book is out."

"How do you put up with her?" Roger asked, playfully winking at Sarah.

Sarah giggled and took the drink. "With a whole lot of patience."

There was suddenly a loud knock at the door and the conversation died down. It wasn't extinguished but became more of a murmur than a full-fledged party.

"Ah, that must be Kathrine and Joules," Roger said, glancing at Sarah. "They're always the last ones here."

He went for the door and a moment later two fresh faces arrived, bringing the total to just under a dozen overall. A bit of idle chit chat persisted as Roger prepared two more drinks for his newest guests.

Though once those were given out, he moved towards the middle of the room.

"Alright folks, I think that's everyone who could make it out tonight," Roger said. "I know most of you know the ground rules already but we also have a new guest with us tonight. So, I'm just still going to go over them really quickly." He cleared his throat. "Safe words are to be exchanged before any activity. If you need a break then the guest bedrooms on the second floor are where you can take a breather while those on the first are meant for fucking. Absolutely no fornication in the living room. Also, try and remember to have fun."

Sarah nodded along though she had no idea where the stairs were to the second floor, let alone the guest bedrooms.

"Anyways, Kris has offered us a little demonstration to start things off." He turned towards them. "So, why don't you two get ready for that?"