The Perfect Pair Pt. 05

Denise looks at her, wondering what she's laughing at, but the sight of her smile and apparent happiness warms her and she relaxes.

After the meal they head over to a nearby outdoor mall and do some window shopping.

A couple of times they're approached by horny guys, hoping to get lucky. With the first pair Brooke, handles the situation as she usually does, explaining their relationship and lack of interest in men. She is surprised when Denise takes the lead with the next team, three men this time, and confidently passes on the bad news. She even elaborates by giving Brooke a passionate kiss to put an end to the conversation. The guys just shake their heads and walk away, disgruntled.

After they have moved away, Brooke grabs Denise, "you did great! Your poise and confidence are showing. I love it."

Denise smiles sheepishly, "I guess so. I am really feeling more confident as Denise. I'm starting to realize just how good I am at being a girl."

"I keep telling you," Brooke replies, hugging her wife to her and kissing her long and hard.

They spend the rest of the day at home, relaxing and preparing for yet another long week at work, and without sex. They do look forward to their now regular visit to ladies' night at the club.

Tuesday night was an adventure, more so than usual. They arrived early to meet up with Kelly and Victoria, and were absolutely shocked when they saw their friends' outfits. Kelly looked good in a horse rider's outfit with a white blouse and skin-tight grey breeches with tall black boots. She also carried a riding crop. She looked good, and sexy, and very dominant.

It was Victoria who took their breath away. She was in full pony-girl mode. Something they'd never seen before, and had never imagined that they would see.

Kelly provided an explanation, "My lover, here has been very bitchy and uncooperative lately, so this is her punishment. Of course, she hates it, but that's the idea -- punishment."

Looking at Victoria, Brooke and Denise could see that she was steaming. Angry, humiliated and frustrated. She was stomping along behind Kelly, being dragged by a pair of reins attached to a rubber coated bit locked in her mouth. Her head was wrapped in leather straps and included traditional blinders that fully blocked her peripheral vision. The harness also included a pair of horse ears and held her hair in a pretty pony tail, high on her head.

Her body was encased in a severe leather over-bust corset and covered in the straps of an elaborate harness, that included a thick strap running between her legs. It also had wrist straps that held them at the sides of her waist, with her elbows bent behind her. A long horse's tail was somehow mounted to the straps at the top of her ass crack. It swished and swayed as she moved.

The outfit was completed by tall, pony boots with hooves that held her on her toes and made a loud clip-clop sound as she walked along.

Of course, with the bit in her mouth she couldn't speak, and there was a steady stream of drool, dripping from the corners of her mouth.

She looked totally miserable, but very sexy, if you liked kinky pony girls, that is.

Brooke and Denise sat dumbfounded, as they examined poor Victoria. Knowing her as they now did; they remained surprised and confused by her current state.

It was Brooke who snapped out of it first, "Good God, Kelly, what have you done?"

When Brooke looked over at Kelly, she could see that she was just as angry as Victoria was.

Kelly used the reins to maneuver Victoria into a chair, she then plopped herself into the one next to her.

Only then did she respond, "My little pet, here dropped out of her Statistics course! And tried to feed me that bullshit line, that it's too hard and girls can't do math."

"Since she was acting like a horse's ass, I dragged out this old outfit. She'd never worn it before, and it was a struggle getting her into the damn thing, but here she is."

Kelly delivered that last statement with a smile reminiscent of Cruella Deville.

Denise, meanwhile, found herself very turned-on, with a cock that was raging within its' confines. She wasn't sure why she was so very aroused, she had occasionally fantasized about pony-girls, but never dreamed she would ever actually encounter one.

As she was sitting on the other side of the poor girl, Denise took it upon herself to use a napkin to wipe the drool off of Victoria's mouth and chin, and down her front to her breasts. She received a nod of thanks for the kindness.

"Kelly, for pity's sake take that thing out of mouth. Let her get a drink, at least." Brooke literally begged.

When she got no response, she reached over and grabbed her friend's hand, "please, we can't stand seeing her this way. And besides she's drawing a crowd," she said, gesturing with her free hand at the curious onlookers who were around them.

Kelly and Victoria both looked up, and were surprised to see that Brooke was right. Not only the people at the nearby tables, but also several women in the background were staring unabashedly at them. Victoria started crying, she was so embarrassed.

It got Brooke's point across, and Kelly acquiesced, begrudgingly. She reaching over and unfastening the bit from the head harness, removed the evil thing.

"Careful what you say, darling."

Victoria sniffed and worked her jaw a bit before whispering "Thank you," seemingly to all three of them.

Denise held a glass of water to her mouth so she could drink, sure that the poor pony was thirsty.

An awkward silence then descended over the group.

Brooke and Denise didn't know what to do, Victoria didn't dare speak, and Kelly remained sullen and upset.

A waitress finally arrived to break the spell and they ordered drinks and food.

Afterward, Kelly finally sighed, theatrically, then smiled and opened the conversation.

"Well how was that for an entrance. Welcome to our fun Tuesday."

Brooke and Denise laughed, as seemed appropriate.

Denise couldn't help herself, "OK, we need more details. This is just too, ah, too..."

"Unlike you guys," Brooke finished the sentence for her, and Denise nodded her appreciation.

Kelly first glared at Victoria, "don't you say a word, unless you want to whinny like a horse."

Then she turned her attention to Brooke and Denise, "I think you know; I've been encouraging Victoria to go back to university and earn her MBA."

Brooke and Denise both nodded, they had all talked about it at a couple of weeks ago. Victoria had been excited about being able to break through the glass ceiling once she had her advanced degree. She felt that on her resume, she could make VP.

Kelly continued, "Yah, she can't get her master's without that course, and I paid the tuition.

"Well, she just finished her first semester and did fine in the Marketing class, but blew it on the required Statistics class. And then she tried to make those ridiculous excuses! Damn it all, we all know that's BS. Women can handle the math. You two are prime examples. You two both survived Calculous, right?"

Brooke chuckled, "yes we did, and it practically killed me, but I got through it. Math is hard, but anyone, even girls, can do it. All of that crap about 'girls can't' is fake news."

As Brooke was speaking, Denise reached over and encouragingly rubbed Victoria's shoulder and back, around the straps. She was still crying and sniffling, softly.

Kelly remained angry, "I'm so disappointed in her. I love her and want the best for her, but when she fails like this, for no good reason, I get really frustrated, and pissed off. Now she has to take that class all over again!"

Brooke and Denise sat quietly for a few minutes, digesting the story and the situation.

"I've got an idea; Brooke and I can help her through the course. We can tutor her. I'm sure with our help, she can get past this and move on to her other courses." Denise said, smiling.

Brooke nodded enthusiastically, "Yes. And that will get her back into your good graces," she said smiling, "and out of that crazy horse outfit."

The three of them, laughed, and Victoria stopped crying. And Denise dabbed at her face with a napkin.

"But she does look awfully sexy all trussed up in her harness like that." Brooke added.

"I know, right?" Kelly responded with a sly smile.

Poor Victoria remained upset by her predicament, she no longer liked bondage games, and hated the pony costume and, although she did sometimes enjoy showing off her body, not like this. She was encouraged, though with Brooke and Denise's support and their offer of help. She hoped too that it would calm Kelly. She didn't like upsetting her lover, and also didn't like the way Kelly punished her.

She wanted to say all of those things, but was afraid that Kelly wasn't yet appeased, and that if she spoke up, her dominant partner might cram the bit back in her sore mouth.

So, she just sat, quietly, in all her humbled glory.

Denise, still feeling sorry for her, fed her, holding her glass so she could drink and forking food into her mouth.

When Kelly and Brooke finished their meal, they went off to the dance floor, leaving them behind, still slowly eating.

After they finished, and before the dancers returned, Victoria whispered to Denise, "Thank you for helping me out, but I really need to pee."

Denise, nodded, but had no idea how to help her friend.

When Kelly came back, Brooke wasn't with her. Kelly explained that she'd headed to the restroom.

"Speaking of restroom, I believe Victoria needs to visit there, too." Denise said.

Kelly looked from Denise to Victoria, who nodded her head, vigorously.

Kelly thought for a moment and then smiled, "OK, we don't want any pony accidents. Since you've been her handler all evening, would you please take her to the ladies' room, and help her there too?"

Denise was stunned. The idea was too weird for her to handle. Hell, she had only visited a ladies' room a couple of times herself, and now Kelly wanted her to help Victoria pee!

Kelly was enjoying the looks on both of their faces. Denise's confusion and Victoria's humiliation made her start to giggle.

"Come on Denise, be a friend. We don't want our pony to have an accident. Do we?"

Denise looked at Victoria and saw her discomfort. It was unclear whether she was more upset by her need to pee, or by having to rely on Denise for help, but she did feel sorry for her.

"OK, I guess," Denise said, hesitantly.

"Good, I'll even help," Kelly said as she stood up and pulling out the bit, held it in front of a stunned Victoria. She slowly opened her mouth as she knew she must, and Kelly pushed the thing in between her teeth and fastened it to the harness. She then held out the reins to Denise.

She stood up and reluctantly reached for them.

And that's when Brooke walked up, "What's going on?"

"Oh, our pony has to pee, so Denise, acting as her groom, is going to take her to the ladies' room. And, of course, our pony can't be let loose to just wander around this place, so the reins are required," Kelly replied, gleefully.

Brooke couldn't help but laugh. She could see that both Denise, and Victoria were hugely embarrassed and blushing furiously.

She looked at Denise, "you'd better hurry, then."

Slowly, Denise started on her way, leading Victoria through the crowd. Her hooves making their clip-clop sound as she went.

Kelly called out to Denise as they went, "there's a buckle underneath her tail."

Brooke, Kelly, and several onlookers laughed as the pony and her groom walked away.

As they stepped into the ladies' room, they were both surprised by the loud echo of Victoria's hooves on the tile floor. There were a couple of women standing at the row of sinks, washing their hands and reapplying lipstick. They turned and stared at the sound. One even slapped he pony on her ass as they passed her by, eliciting a squeak from around the bit, which generated giggles from both of them.

Denise was relieved as she spotted a handicapped stall available. She'd been dreading the prospect of having to squeeze the two of them into a normal one. She knew that she would have to not only unlock the crotch strap for Victoria, but as her hands were so secured, she'd also have to wipe her.

Victoria now feeling even more miserable followed Denise into the stall and stood aside as she turned to latch the door.

That done Denise moved behind her and lifting up her pretty tail located the buckle that held the crotch strap tight between Victoria's legs. It was a complicated device and it took her a while to figure it out and unlock it.

All the while Victoria anxious to relieve herself, squirmed, dancing from hoof to hoof, generating even more clip-clop sounds. They heard more giggling from the women at the sink.

With the strap undone, Denise had to pass it out between Victoria's legs to clear the way for her to sit and relieve her bladder. She found that Victoria was just able to stretch her hands and hold it herself, out of the way.

Denise noticed subconsciously, how wet the strap was, from Victoria's juices. Despite her dislike of her situation, she was apparently aroused.

Denise then held her tail out of the way, to the side, as Victoria turned and squatted back onto the toilet, but in her hoof boots, she lost her balance and fell back onto the seat the last six inches, landing with a plunk.

That upset her even more and she moaned and teared up, humiliated beyond anything she had ever felt.

She moaned again, but this time in relief as she released the flow of urine. But that too added to her humiliation. Peeing in front of another woman, one she knew, but not all that well.

Once she was done, she had to undergo even more embarrassment as Denise carefully moved in to wipe her pussy with a wad of paper. Victoria was too uncomfortable to notice that Denise fumbled the job. Denise knew, though, as she had never done it before to anyone else, let alone to herself.

With that chore complete Denise helped Victory to stand and then took the strap and passed it back between her legs. She had to pull it tightly to get it up to fit it into the lock where it finally latched.

Victoria moaned and squirmed to help the thing get positioned so as not to be too uncomfortable, while Denise watched. It was only then that she realized how her cock was straining to get hard. Her sex was very turned-on by the whole event.

At last, they headed out to the sinks. Another woman was there and she stared, open mouthed as the two of them shuffled out of the stall. Denise, the groom, leading Victoria the pony-girl behind her.

Denise stepped up to the sink and washed her hands as Victoria stood quietly, head down, behind her.

The woman, either out of spite or trying to be funny said, "isn't she going to wash her hands?"

"She didn't use her hands." Denise responded, as they left the room.

After all of that, the walk back to the table where Kelly and Brooke waited, was easy.

Pony Victoria was beyond being embarrassed, at that point. She ignored everything around her, and sat down in her chair, as Denise moved into hers, still holding the reins.

Kelly made no move to get up and remove the bit. Instead she asked sweetly, "how did it go? Was our pony good? Were you able to take care of her Denise? You do seem like a good groom for her."

Denise, had had enough, "Oh come on Kelly! Knock it off. Haven't you played this game long enough? Hasn't she been punished enough?"

Kelly, not accustomed to any push back, shifted immediately into her Dom persona. She slapped her riding crop onto the table top with a quick motion that made a loud 'crack'.

"No, I'm not through with her. She's really disappointed me and I'm still pissed off about her silly excuses. She needs to try harder, and if I have to punish her, like this, I will. And besides, I love her and I enjoy this game."

That ended that phase of their evening.

Brooke grabbed Denise and took her out onto the dance floor, for a couple of songs. It gave everyone a chance to calm down.

When they returned to the table Kelly was chatting pleasantly with one of her leather-clad dom friends, who was just visiting, and Victoria was sitting quietly with her head down.

Soon thereafter they called the evening complete and all headed out to their cars. Kelly leading Victoria buy her reins.

In the lot they all kissed and hugged, with the pony-girl getting special attention from Denise. They discussed options for math & statistics tutoring sessions, and made some tentative plans. There was plenty of time, as the next semester didn't start for a couple of weeks.

Finally, Brooke and Denise watched, then waved as Kelly loaded Victoria into her car and they drove off.

"Whew," Denise said, "that was an ordeal. Poor Victoria."

Brooke sighed, and then began giggling, "I can only imagine what it was like in the ladies' room."

Denise started giggling too, "Oh it was an adventure, but I can't believe that even you would have dreamed up something like that."

By then they were both standing there laughing.

"I've never wiped piss out of a pussy before!" Denise sputtered, between laughs.

Brooke almost fell over, she laughed so hard at that comment and the picture that formed in her mind.

"Come, on, let's get home so you can tell me all about your new job as a pony-girl groom."

They spent the next couple of days rehashing the events of Tuesday night. It remained a very funny story, but it also brought some concern for the way Kelly had treated, or was it mistreated, her partner.

After dinner on Wednesday night that continued discussion led them to yet another debate about their chastity belt game.

With the release goal constantly growing, they're experiencing an ever-increasing level of horniness and a constant desire to earn more points. Every time one of them brings up the option of ending their game, the other refuses to consider it. They both continue to love it, as much or more than they hate it.

On this night they have a much longer than usual discussion about where this is all leading.

"So how long are we going to keep this up?" Denise asks, getting a little exasperated.

"Until we can't take it anymore." Brooke replies, getting frustrated herself.

Denise is surprised by Brooke's vehemence.

"Honey, it's getting more and more difficult. But I have to admit that I also love it! And I'm so caught up in my cross-dressing life, I guess our chastity game has given me that."

"And I think the constant horniness also encourages it, too." Brooke said.

"You're right, there. After a day out of my belt, and a lot of good sex, I tend to lose interest in being Denise. I'm happy being plain old Dennis, then. But after a day locked in the belt, I'm back to being comfortable as Denise. Hah."

Brooke smiled, "it's kind of the same with me. I get most interested in being bimbo Brooke after a few days locked away. When I'm getting horny. But that's the name of the game. Right? The chastity belts and their effect on our libidos push us to live out our fantasies. And we both love that!"

"OK agreed. But how long can we keep this up?" Denise asks, again.

"As long as we want. As long as we enjoy it as much as we do."

"But with the periods between relief getting longer and longer..."

"We'll just get hornier and hornier, and be motivated to try more adventures. What's wrong with that?" Denise said. She was convinced that it was all working as planned and that there was no harm in carrying on.

Dennis could see her resolve and couldn't come up with any argument that would change things. She did think that he, as a man, had a harder time going without release, 'blue balls' and all that. But he didn't want to challenge his wife on that point. At least not at this point.