This is a fantasy story. It has no basis in reality. Even the names of the
characters are made up and have no relevance to anyone. It is for adult
readers only, of legal age, and deals with domination and submission of a
non consenting type. So don't read it if you are offended by this subject
matter or not an adult of legal age.
"'Tis the Season"
The finale to "Omens" and "Cornucopia"
by Musker
(part 7)
"It's the most enjoyable time of year."
It was a brand new day. The sun was shining on another layer of freshly
fallen snow. The birds were chirping in thanks for the human kindness of
being feed in the barren cold of winter. And it was the last full day
before Madame Rouso's Xmas party. Which meant, it was going to be busy,
busy, busy!
Judith had a jump on the day as she sat in her office writing down the
itinerary for the day. A day that needed her savvy eye in both above and
below ground worlds. And as such, she was wearing another fashionable
pants outfit with gorgeous accessories to match. All in the rich shiny
color of silver.
It was still too early for the boutique to be open, but her assistant
Jenny had just finished her list of "things to do". She was now taking the
time to give it one final look. It covered every aspect in the running of
the boutique. Specific tasks for the staff to perform. Making sure orders
were being filled and shipped out on time. And making little reminder
notes of strategy in dealing with a series of elitist customers that had
appoints throughout the day. Jenny was a most capable manager and one who
didn't want to let her boss, Ms. Davenport, down. Especially when she was
to be promoted to the top position of control in running the boutique.
Something that made her smile like the dickens each time the thought came
into her mind.
Sheila too was a most capable assistant of Judith's, below ground. She was
already past the planning stage and well into implementing the first item
on her list. And that one was the cleaning of the two ponygirls.
Given the large number of work units in the underground complex, it was
imperative that personal cleanliness and food intake be as efficient as
possible. It also had to be accomplished without any loss in quality
either. The last thing the complex needed was a rampant flue bug or some
bad ingest food to lay up a significant number of work units. Thus a
system was developed that was based on the concept of the industrial
assembly line.
The cleaning process was patterned off of the simple car wash. And it was
totally automated. At the beginning, a work unit was attached to a hanging
bar by her wrists. The bar was in turned attached to an over head track
system that moved the girl along at a steady pace. After the first girl
was prepared, another work unit was attached in the same manner a few fett
behind her, and so on and so on. The girls were then forced to walk
forward through a series of stages.
The first one was the soaping stage. The girl was lead between two large
pipes sticking out from the floor. A series of nozzles were evenly spaced
through out it's long length. As soon as the work unit was within a short
distance of the two pipes, a yellow light came on. The yellow light
notified the work unit to immediately close her eyes and mouth, and to
hold her breath at the same time. A few seconds after the light came on,
the girl was sprayed with a series of soap jets. Some of jets were
responsible for covering the front of the girl and others for the side and
back. In a matter of seconds, the girl was completely covered in a frothy
white foam looking much like a snowman with it's arms raised as if in a
stick up.
The soap was a special chemical blend. It had a mild cleansing solution to
get the skin squeaky clean. A moisturizer to keep the skin from drying
out. And an antibacterial component to control the spread of unwanted
germs. Altogether, it kept the work unit's skin in a healthy state of
feminine softness.
Moments after the soap was sprayed on, it slowly started to drip off. It
was the nature of the substance to do so for it allowed the work unit to
begin breathing again. There was however, still enough of it on the girl
for stage two in the process.
Just like in a car wash, a series of spinning brushes came into play.
These brushes were created with two thoughts in mind, incredible softness
and thorough cleaning action. One interesting by product of using such
brushes was that this stage was the best liked by all the work units.
The first spinning brush came from above. It was a wide horizontal brush
and it moved down and then back up the full frontal length of the work
unit. Once the girl moved foreword a certain distance, this same brush was
again used to go down and up the girl's back.
Next, two more brushes came into play. Both were long vertical ones that
were projected out from opposite sides. One cleaned the front of the work
unit while at the same time the other cleaned her back.
The final brush was every work unit's favorite. It was a simple narrow
brush that was responsible for cleaning between the girl's legs. It came
in from the side at waist height and slowly moved in and out between the
work unit's spread legs following the crescent curve of the girls crotch
in the process. It did an excellent job in cleaning the girl's pussy lips
as well as the dual creases formed from her legs and torso. It even did a
splendid job of getting deep into the crack of the girl's butt cheeks too.
Once it completed it's first pass, the brush stopped it's rotation,
reversed it's spinning direction and then did another pass. This was such
a well like part of a work unit's daily cleaning that several motors in
the running of the automated wash had to be increased to a higher horse
power and geared down for a much more powerful torque. Many a work unit
would try and stay back at several points for as long as possible, thus
causing power breaks to heat up and trip off.
The last stage of the wash was a simple thorough rinse. The water had some
skin conditioners added as well as a nice fragrance that changed from day
to day. The warm scented rinse had an overall soothing effect that
complemented the erotic effect of that last brush quite nicely. But to
keep the work unit on her toes, she was abruptly brought back to reality
in the form of a startling wake up call as a short cool spurt of water
flashed over them. Immediately after that, warm air in the form of a
massive blower was used to dry the girl off.
Sheila knew that her two new ponygirls would not take well to the
automated body wash. So she made some adjustments to alleviate any
physical mishaps that might occur as a result of their fear.
First, she put some medicated drops in each of the girls eyes while their
heads were still in the box. It was the same kind of drops veterinarians
used on dogs when giving them a bath so as to keep the soap from stinging
their eyes. Next, while their vision was temporarily blurred, she took the
opportunity to insert an air bladder gag into their mouths. It was to
prevent them from ingesting any of that same soap as well as keeping their
outbursts down to a minimum while in transit.
All the work units had been processed much earlier that day, so Sheila and
her two smelly ponygirls were the only ones there. In the process of
hooking the girls up Sheila did two more things. She added a spreader bar
just above their ankles to make it difficult for them if they decided to
lash out or kick with their feet. It also prevented them from closing
their legs when that last spinning brush came into play. And the other
thing was to raise the bar holding their wrists up until the heels of
their feet were barely touching the floor. This way it would be much
easier to pull the girls along if need be. The wrist cuffs were originally
designed so no damage would be done to the skin or tissue structure of any
work unit's wrist if they needed to be dragged on through. So that was not
a worry for Sheila with regards to Katie and Heidi.
Once she had the girls all ready to go, with Heidi taking the first
position, she gave them two pieces of advice. "Close your eyes when you
see the yellow light, and enjoy." After that, Sheila threw the switch. She
then went off to the side where she could watch the entire process through
a long glass window.
At first, there was the initial holding back attempt. The stretching of
their limbs and body backwards as much as humanly possible. Trying to get
a firm grip on the floor with their bare feet or clawing toes. And through
it all, making those increasing terror stricken moans and grunts that
filled the air with their failure.
It really tickled Sheila as she watch the girls veined attempts in trying
to prevent the inedible. She especially like watching Heidi's heighten,
almost panic-like struggle when she seen that yellow light go on. That's
when her deaden moans became muffled shouts as her feet kept on slipping
and sliding on the wet soapy floor.
Sheila was giggling uncontrollably when Heidi finally got zapped with the
soap. It was all so exhilarating for someone who loved seeing a woman in a
state of terrorizing distress. One moment, their she was, muscles
straining, veins popping, a well defined feminine body in taught
resistance trying her best to keep from being dragged in between those two
massive industrial pipes. Then the next moment, a motionless white statue,
a fluffy silhouette with only a vague resemblance to that of a human
female.
It was right after the girls were covered in white foamy froth that their
resistance seemed to fall by the way side. And from their perspective,
being blind, dumb and unable to stop what was happening to them, there
wasn't much else they could do. They did however have the where with all
to shake their hairless heads like dogs to rid themselves of as much of
that dripping soap as was possible. And in that, they did have some
measure of success.
Sheila was squirming in anticipation as to what Heidi was going to do when
that first spinning brush went down on her. And she was not disappointed
in the least.
Heidi began shrieking through her gag. The short almost hysterical
outbursts matched precisely the spasms in her body as she tried
desperately to escape the latest automated attack. The countless rotating
whip like strings caught her completely off guard. The surprised initial
contact felt like a thousand little whips flaying away on her soft skin.
Then all of sudden, Heidi went limp. Something that immediately changed
the expression on Sheila's face.
'Is she all right? Did she pass out?' A multitude of questions were
forming in Sheila's mind as she started to make her way to the emergency
switch. It wasn't until she seen Heidi make a few little coughs and then
move her feet forward that she knew she was ok.
She surmised that Heidi's alarming change in behavior was in response to a
corresponding change in her awareness. After the initial shock, she no
doubt found how good the spinning brush actually was. And being tormented
for so long with no success at trying to abate her misery, she simply
reacted in the only way she could when something good finally did come
along.
Sheila walked back to her original position and waited anxiously to see
what Katie's reaction would be to the gauntlet before her. But it was a
bit of a let down for Sheila. The resistance was there, but the extreme
intensity that she seen in her friend was not. She reasoned that since
Katie could see ahead of time what was going to happen to her by watching
her friend, she was somewhat prepared when it came to be her turn.
Right about then, Heidi was finishing up with the two vertical brushes.
Again her reaction was more of compliance then of rebellion. At this point
enough of the soap was removed so she could see fairly well what was
coming next. There was a note of concern in her body language when that
narrow rotating brush come jutting out in front of her at waist high. And
when it slowly inched it's way forward, not bothering to move higher or
lower, she did let out a little fearful moan while trying to back away
from it. She was so stretched out backwards that she ended up on the very
tips of her toes when she felt that first contact on her naked pubes.
Immediately, a faint mouse like squeak was heard as her eyes closed
tightly shut. Then her whole body seemed to slowly relax into the oncoming
twirling brush.
Shortly after that, Heidi was actually hanging from her arms with her bald
head drooping backwards. She was making an effort to force as much of that
oversized whirling sex toy deep into her crotch.
Sheila looked on in surprised when she seen Heidi grind her pussy back and
forth into the spinning soft brush as it continued it's slow path forward.
And she could have sworn that she heard a faint little giggle when the
brush made it's way up the crack of Heidi's ass.
Sheila shook her head from side to side while whispering, "What a little
slut you are Musk." Then she smiled again as she continued to watch Heidi
have the time of her life with that one spinning brush.
At that point a work unit came up to her side. She was wearing a modified
French maids uniform to reflect that happy time of year. It was made of
tight red latex with copious amounts of white artificial fur trimming it
out. Her hat was the basic Santa Claus red stocking with more white trim
and even a white fluffy tassel at its point. Other than that, the work
unit wore the standard penis gag, arm binder, belt supporting serving tray
and black leather collar to hold the tray up with. And on the tray was a
note with Sheila's name on it.
Sheila took the folded piece of paper from the tray. The message told her
that Sir Winfred was to be in the training room at 10 AM. It was signed by
Ms. Davenport. She looked at her watch and saw that she had a little over
two hours to go before ten. Just enough time to get the girls ready for
Sir Winfred. She told the work unit that there will be no reply. The Xmas
work unit then did a little curtsey and left.
Sheila quickly went back to watching the girls and found that it was now
Katie who was having a pleasurable time with the final brush. Heidi was
both physically and figuratively bathing in the serene fragrant warmth of
the automated rinse. Sheila sprouted one of her all knowing evil smiles at
the thought of what her desirable Musk was about to go through in only a
few short seconds.
Again, Sheila heard that muffled scream that sent an arousing chill down
her spine. The serene complacent Heidi experienced a brief period of
shocking waking cold when a small quantity of freezing water was sprayed
on her warm naked body.
Sheila didn't bother to stay for the blow cycle or to see what Katie's
reaction would be to the same spurt of cold rinse. She had to get moving
to make it in time for Sir Winfred's arrival.
So when Heidi exited the automated wash all squeaky clean and smelling
exceptionally nice, she was met by a waiting smiling Sheila. There was a
table bedside her with a pile of black stuff on it. A sight that did very
little to raise Heidi's spirits. But what really brought her mood crashing
down was what Sheila had waiting for her in her latex gloved hand. It was
a very strange looking black nozzle-like device. It had a good length of
clear tubing coming from it, which terminated at the base of a large
plastic bag. A bag that seemed to have an awful lot of liquid in it. Then
Heidi realized that her cleaning experience was not limited to just the
outside.
It didn't take long before Sheila had both girls cleaned out, rigger out
and looking spiffy keen in their new, very brief, outfit. Now it was
feeding time, so off to the feeding station they went.
Once more, because of the latest of the day, they were the only ones
there. It was another one of those efficient processes geared for the
masses. The food was scientifically designed for quick consumption with
maximum absorption into the body, which meant little waste going in and
coming out. Their nourishment was in the form of a grey slurry and it was
dispensed from a single pipe that ran along the length of the wall near
the ceiling. At certain equally spaced intervals tap off points occurred
with another smaller pipe coming down from it. At the end of this pipe was
a control box that regulated the amount of yummy slurry was dispensed.
All a work unit had to do was to kneel down at one of those tap off
stations and suck the allotted quantity dialed in for her from a nozzle.
For sanitary reasons, the nozzle was disposable after each use. It also
came in many different sizes and shapes, but overall it had the uncanny
resemblance to that of a male's phallus.
Of course both Heidi and Katie balked at putting anything that looked so
utterly gross and disgusting into their mouths, even though it meant their
hunger pains would be eliminated. But there was a little device made just
for reluctant girls like them who did not want to eat their porridge.
A simple tethered clip was created to help these stubborn types to eat.
The clip was designed to hook onto a preexisting pierced nose ring or make
a temporary compression connection to a girl's septum. Once the hook was
set, there was a button to push that would begin pulling in the attached
existing chain. As the girl's head came closer and closer to the tip of
the dildoe-like nozzle, all one had to do was to pinch in the girls cheeks
to force open her mouth and then slowly guide it around the cock shaped
slurry dispenser. Once it was deep into the girl's mouth, almost to the
point of gagging, the control box was set to begin dispencing the slurry
down their throats. The girls were thus forced to swallow every last drop
of it. Just like Katie and Heidi were doing with great distaste.
There was one consolation to this method of feeding that Katie and Heidi
were not aware of. It kept them from tasting the emulsified grey stuff.
For in actuality, it really did taste as bad as it looked. But again, it
was created just for that reason. No work unit wanted that nasty taste to
linger in their mouth for any duration of the day. So it benefited them to
deep throat as much of the nozzle as was humanly possible and to suck
aggressively and swallow as much of the designated quantity that they
could, just to get it over with. Of course this meant that feeding time
could also be used as a method of punishment. Providing a very short
nozzle meant the girl would have no choice but to experience the amazing
flavor that caused them to make the most silliest of faces when their
taste buds came in contact with that yucky grey stuff.
Given the powerhouse of nutrition packed into the grey slurry, it took
only a few minutes for the girls to ingest their scheduled portion for
that morning. A quick flick of a latch and their hitched up nose rings
were once more free. But their freedom was fleeting. As soon as their
mouths were off that damn pseudo cock, Sheila was right there on the spot
with a thick rubber bit gag to take it's place.
The bit was the first item that actually had some ponygirl connotation to
it. But even in that it was very limited. A simple rubber rod held in
place by a single leather strap that buckled behind the girl's head.
Sheila didn't understand why Sir Winfred wanted something so simple. If
she had it her way, each girl would be strapped up with an extensive
bridle harness with blinders on each side and an attached bit that had a
tongue depressor in it to control them via a set of reins.
But, if this is what Sir Winfred wanted . . . Sheila took another look at
her watch. She had 15 minutes left, which was more than enough time to get
her ponygirls to the training room on time. But then she thought, it would
make a very good impression if she was there ahead of time waiting for Sir
Winfred than the other way around.
So she reattached the leashes to their nose rings and off they went. The
girls nose rings were much better now and could tolerate a little more
aggressive attention today. Thus Sheila lead the way in earnest while two
bound, bitted and moaning ponygirls did their best to keep pace so their
leashes would not go taught.
When Sheila entered the training room she was surprised to see Sir Winfred
already there. He was sitting down at a table with Ms. Davenport and both
where in the middle of having tea. Sheila quickly looked at her watch to
make sure the time was right.
"Don't worry Sheila," Judith said in a pleasant voice. "You are not late.
Sir Winfred came in a bit early today and we decided to have a spot of tea
why we waited."
Sir Winfred almost lost a mouth full of tea hearing Judith imitate a
stately English women in both voice and words.
"Well done my dear Ms. Davenport," Sir Winfred announced with staunch
British pride. "I knew somewhere deep down inside of you rest the remnants
of a most righteous prim and proper English woman just waiting to come out
in full regalia."
Now it was Judith's turn to be happily surprised by what her honored guest
said.
Sheila stood a little more at ease now knowing that she was not late after
all. But she was still a tad anxious though. She only expect Sir Winfred
and not both of them to be there. And she certainly didn't expect them to
be doing so in such a quaint relaxing manner. Sheila was thus at a lost as
to what to do next. So she nervously ushered the girls in and closed the
door behind them. She then lead them over to the corner to where her two
mentors were having their mid morning get together.
"Ah yes," Sir Windfred bellowed out, "the two ponygirls and their
instructress. My word Sheila, you are looking quite dapper this morning in
your training attire."
Even Judith herself gave a raised eyebrow and quiet nod of her head in
confirmation of Sir Winfred's gracious comment. Sheila was wearing a
casual, but quite flattering, English ridding outfit. She had on the
proverbial tight tan ridding pants with the darker outer side panels on
the legs. Her pants really accented her belted in small waist and round
feminine derriere very nicely. On her feet she had on the standard black
knee high ridding boots with the flat heel, and they were all shined up to
a spotless gloss. Her blouse was a simple white long sleeve nit pull over
sweater. And it hugged her in all the right places while still giving her
that relaxed casual look. Even her long blonde hair was pulled back into a
clean, every hair in it's place, straight ponytail.
Once more Sheila was caught off guard, as she blushed in a lovely innocent
shade of red. But she quickly regained her composure in order to verbally
thank Sir Winfred. She also thanked Judith as well with a nod of her head.
Then she took a deep breath and thrust out her chest with pride as she
brought the two girls closer to the table.
"I hope Musk and Jasmine meet with your approval Sir Winfred. They have
both been cleaned, feed and are now awaiting their first lesson as
ponygirls. Would you care to inspect them Sir Winfred?" Sheila pulled the
girls up closer, which brought on a short choir of moans, and then turned
the girl's leashes over to Sir Winfred.
Sir Winfred got up from his chair and waved his hand as in declining the
offer of the leashes.
Sir Winfred was also dressed casually, but sharply, for the day's
adventure. He looked the common English gentleman on a morning walk out in
the country. He wore a pair of very dark brown corduroy pants to keep him
warm and dry from the British cold and dew. A lighter brown long sleeve
turtle neck shirt that seem to float about his impressive girth. And his
shoes were a simple pair of black leather loafers, not as shiny as
Sheila's though, but still rather nice. His tweed jacket, hat and umbrella
hung on another human coat rack, which was off to another far corner of
the room.
He approached the girl on the far side of Sheila first. "Let me see." His
voice paused for a moment as though he was trying to think of something.
"This is Jasmine! Am I right Sheila?"
Sheila smiled as she shook her head with eagerness and replied at the same
time, "Yes Sir Winfred, and this is Musk." She pulled on the leash a
little causing Heidi to take one step forward. Something that Heidi
definitely did not like as she groaned and offer a slight resistance to.
"Ah yes, the one with the unusual aroma I believe." The three of them
smiled and chuckled to one another while the two display ponygirls just
wrinkle their brows with annoyance.
Sir Winfred then reached out to Katie and pulled her close to him by a
ring in her belt. He started to eye her up and down as he moved her about
in front of him like he was examining some interesting object from all
angels.
Katie knew it would be fruitless to resist with any concerted effort. But
she did let the old man know that what he was doing to her did not sit
well with her. She thus continued to squirm, groan and both physically and
audibly contest his manhandling her in a way that was not in the least
referenced to physical pain.
"Yes she does seem to be in excellent shape. The arm binder has been
applied very well. Not too tight for a first timer and not too loose to
keep from squaring off the shoulders or thrusting out her chest. The belt
is the right size for the waist with still plenty of adjustment left as
the day wears on. I do very much like those granny boots Sheila, but why
did you put on those frilly white socks before hand?"
Sheila was ready for that one, and the one that was coming right after it.
"I decided to have the ponygirls wear ankle socks because they will be on
their feet for quite a long time today. And given that their shoes are new
and they're probably not use to wearing high heels for that long of a
time, I didn't want to risk them getting blisters on their feet. If that
should happen then it might interfere with their performance tomorrow
night."
Sir Winfred made a noticeable surprised reaction with his eyes to what
Sheila said. He even turned his head slightly off to the side where Judith
was sitting and gave her one of those looks that showed he was pleased
with what he heard. Judith, in kind, gave him that all knowing smile and
nod of her head in acknowledgment.
"And I suppose that is the same reason you added that open faced spandex
hood to their heads as well young lady."
"Yes Sir Winfred. I figure the skin on their heads was still sensitive
after having all their hair removed. And even though I don't know what you
have planned for them with regards to a bridle later on, I figure that
some protection would be better than nothing. It could easily be removed
if you wanted. This way very little precious time is wasted."
"A very good idea my dear." Sir Winfred said in a kind of off the cup
manner as he went to check on the girl's piercings.
Sheila was all smiles and bright eyes. Even though Sir Winfred was not
overly jubilant with her initiatives, she knew that a simple kind remark
coming from such an outstanding man in the field meant loads.
Sir Winfred was not very gentle in checking out Katie's piercings. And
even though they were remarkably better today, they still had a good
degree of sensitivity to them. Thus Katie gave some noted responses of
angered discomfort when the old man began playing with them. The bit gag
was not like the split pear gag that muffling her cries of pain like
before. Nor did it give much hindrance when Katie objected zealously to
Sir Winfred's dirty old man proclivities when he began checking the rest
of her naked helpless virtues either. Her breasts, her butt and virtually
every part of her body was touched, rubbed, fondled and squeezed by his
pudgy callous hands. To which all Katie could do was to twist and shout
and try to fend off his probing hands the best she could, being bound and
gag the way she was.
Once Sir Winfred satisfied his professional curiosity, as well as his
manly interest, to such a fine female specimen, he then maneuvered Katie
out of the way and started on Heidi.
Heidi was much more disorderly than Katie. She had a bit more fire in her
soul than her friend did. And she certainly didn't like being manhandle
either. As such, it was necessary for Sir Winfred to keep Heidi
under control for his inspection by maintaining a certain degree of
tautness on one of her four body piercings at all times. It even required
him to grasp part of the leather nose ring leash that Sheila was holding
to get Heidi to bend over for him to inspect her derriere.
"Did you have much problem fitting the girls with their butt plugs
Sheila," Sir Winfred asked of the ever vigilant Sheila.
"No Sir. But I believe the reason for it was due to the colonic I gave
them before hand. Their anal pores were already lubricated for that
slightly smaller nozzle. So all I had to do was to switch the plug for the
nozzle before the girls knew what was happening and presto. Of course the
plug was a bit bigger, and the girls did need a little time to get use to
having something that large constantly up their butt holes like that."
Sir Winfred began toying with the exposed end to see what kind of fit
there was. To his surprise it was very good. Perfect as an anchor for when
the horse tail would be added later.
Again, Heidi was very boisterous and twitching something terribly with the
added attention to her well packed behind. She was never into anything
anal. She believed a rectum was a one way avenue and only for the
expulsion of bodily waste. Having been forced to go through an enema and
then being plugged by something that made her feel like she was sitting on
a fence post was the worst experience she had ever had. And she definitely
made it known to that fat old man.
"I believe they still "DO" need some time to get use to being butt plugged
like this Sheila." Sir Winfred was smiling when he said that to let Sheila
know it was a joke and not a comment on her response to him before hand.
"Well Sheila, both girls look to be in great shape and very well prepared.
I believe you can start with their training anytime you wish."
"Thank, you . . ." Sheila's words of thanks quickly trailed off into
lingering confused silence.
"Ummmm . . . excuse me . . . Sir Winfred? You said you wanted me to begin
their training? But, pardon me Sir, but, you haven't taught me how yet."
Sir Winfred raised his eyes in surprise. A surprised look that told Sheila
it was an honest over sight on his part. But when he began to talk again,
it wasn't the kind of surprise that she thought it was. In fact, his
response made her feel a bit inadequate.
"Hmmm, interesting. I thought you might have some idea about that. But no
matter. Why don't you hitch the girls up and come over to our table. We
can have a cup of tea while we discuss it."
Sir Winfred headed back to his chair while Sheila quickly reined in the
two girls close to a bar that was projecting out from a nearby wall. She
then left them that way, bent over and moaning something awful. They were
lamenting partly out of physical distress, but mostly out of extreme
embarrassment. Being treated like animals was definitely a new and very
humiliating act for both Katie and Heidi. Especially in stark contrast to
three fellow human beings, wearing clothes and who were in the mitts of a
civilized discussion over tea.
Sir Winfred winked at Judith before sitting down. He wanted to let her
know that he was planing something and not to be too surprised by what he
had to say.
Judith did a simple nod of her head just before taking another sip of her
tea.
"Now then Sheila," Sir Winfred said in his calm teaching voice as he
poured his assistant a cup of tea while she sat down between himself and
Judith.
"Training a woman to become a ponygirl takes a great deal of time and
effort. Even when the subject in question desires to be one. And given our
dire circumstance, we have neither the time nor the full willing nature of
those two over there to make such a task seem even remotely possible. But,
there is a way. And, it just so happens that it is the same way that is
used no matter how much time is available or how enthusiastic the
participants are. It is also the simplest way possible. It is the standard
carrot and stick approach."
At this time Sir Winfred took a sip of his tea and almost as if by magic,
both Judith and Sheila did so as well.
"The carrot and stick methodology, or reward and punishment if you wish,
have both their advantages and disadvantages. The stick approach will
always produce the quickest desired response in any subject. Irregardless
as to how rebellious or stubborn the subject is. Pain is a most persuasive
instrument of control. But in so doing, it has the least lasting and least
desirable side effect to it's use. Those being if the instrument of pain
or the person causing it is removed, the behavior quickly dissipates. And
the unwelcomed side effect that quickly arises is a very disturbing,
general cowering nature in the subject. Like a dog who is savagely beaten
into submission and thus cringes when one just wishes to pet it."
Once more the party of three, lead by Sir Winfred, took libation from
their fragile china cups. To which, only Sir Winfred echoed a satisfying
sound of delight.
"The carrot technique on the other hand, takes the longest to instill in
the subject, especially when that subject is less than willing. But once
it has been established, it has the longest lasting effect on them. An
effect that will also continue to exist long after the trainer has been
removed from the situation. And, the carrot technique produces a very
interesting and most desirable addendum. There is an aura about the
trained subject that seems to permeate every aspect of their being. One
can see it in the way they move, their body language, their personality,
even in the simplest act of standing. It is an aura that exudes a sense of
achievement, self-importance, pride if I may be so bold. Pride in being a
submissive, a controlled object of anothers desire. And THAT, is what
separates a ponygirl as a thing of beauty, grace and awe from just a well
trained animal. It also reflects greatly on the one who is training them
as well."
Sir Winfred was about to take another sip when he stopped midway and added
another point with a sense of passion.
"Any good trainer who is worth their salt will always use both techniques.
But the ones that stand out, that produce exceptional, repeated and long
lasting results, and that have made a name for themselves in the genre are
the ones who favor the carrot over the stick most ardently."
Then Sir Winfred continued to move his cup up to his lips when he noticed
that his tea was all gone. Judith seeing his reaction to an empty cup went
to his rescue by picking up the stylish tea pot and then motioned to him
if he cared for a refill.
Sir Winfred smiled and instantly responded with a grateful and gentlemanly
"Yes please Ms. Davenport."
Sheila sat passively in her chair. She appeared to be staring at Sir
Winfred's tea cup while Judith was filling it. It wasn't until Judith had
to verbally ask Sheila a second time if she wanted a warm up that she
noticed that Sheila was really in a trace-like state.
She was pondering Sir Winfred's words. She knew about the system of
punishment and reward in making a person do what she wanted them to.
Especially from the pain perspective in controlling work units. But what
she didn't know was the lasting and side effects of each. It wasn't until
she began reviewing the many past events in her own life that the dogma of
Sir Winfred really began to make sense. Even in her relationship with her
teacher Ms. Davenport.
Ms. Davenport had always been nice to her, complimenting her on her
successes and letting her take part in many different situations of
domination, applications and management of work units. It was a vast
learning experience for her and a relationship she held with high regards.
And Ms. Davenport was a person she would do virtually anything for as a
result of. Then she realized that it was in fact just a variation of the
carrot approach. But there was nothing sinister about it. It was simply a
pleasant way to learn something, be part of something and take pride in
what she did. How strange, and yet, how beautiful at the same time.
"So there you have it my dear. Everything you need to know to train those
two into becoming the exceptional ponygirls that Madame Rouso is in need
of. And as soon as I have finished my tea here, I will go see how their
outfits are coming along while you begin their training." Sir Winfred
lifted his delicate china cup and took a good hearty drink from it,
draining it in one hurried gulp.
Judith stopped abruptly in the middle of her sip when she heard what Sir
Winfred just said. Her big shocked eyes stared directly at him. She was
about to say something in opposition, but she remembered the wink he gave
her. So she did not say or do anything except to resume drinking her tea
as if nothing had happened. It was a very interesting game he was playing,
and one that had unsettling consequences for her as well if his trust in
Sheila should fail.
Sheila did not fend so well when she heard the good news. She was right in
the middle of drinking her tea at the time and the shocked cause the
liquid to go down the wrong pipe. It was almost a complete disaster. But
Sheila had enough self control to take hold of her napkin quickly before
spraying tea all across the table.
Both Sir Winfred and Judith tried to attend to the obvious distressed,
coughing and gagging girl. They knew it wasn't serious. They also knew it
was a result of what he had said too. But they just played it nonchalant
with Sir Winfred making a comment that Sheila was probably a coffee
drinker and did not care much for the taste of English tea.
While Sheila was regaining her composure, Sir Winfred stood up on his feet
and asked Judith if she would be so kind as to show him the way to where
the ponygirl outfits were being made.
Judith in turn put her tea cup down and motioned with a nod of her head
that she would be more than willing to do so.
Sheila, still coughing a bit, took a rising stance too. But not out of
respect for Sir Winfred or Ms. Davenport. She wanted to talk with Sir
Winfred.
She had to tell him that she needed more information, detail information.
She needed to be taught, instructed and shown how to "actually" train the
girls into becoming ponies. His academic philosophy was all right and
good. It even inspired her to be open to something new. She seen herself
as an empty vessel ready and willing to be filled by the wealth of
information and personal contact that only a great and experienced teacher
like Sir Winfred could give her. She wasn't even remotely ready to be left
alone, on her own, and to train those two totally raw girls into becoming
first rate ponygirls in the limited time allotted her. And, for such an
important engagement as Madame Rouso's Xmas party. This is what she wanted
to convey to Sir Winfred. This is what she tried to say to him. But her
cough kept getting in the way.
It wasn't until Ms. Davenport and Sir Winfred were just about to leave via
the open door that Sheila found her voice and almost shouted to them to
wait.
"Please! Sir Winfred, I, I, I don't know what to do! Training ponygirls, I
mean, how shall I start? There is galloping, trotting, prancing, walking,
even their stance, how should they stand? Please, Sir Winfred, I need more
instructions."
The man and woman couple looked at Sheila without emotion. The silence
lasted for a few very tense seconds for Sheila, then Sir Winfred began to
talk.
"You are most certainly correct young lady. A very important issue you
have brought up. And one I might add, that fate has smiled down on us
with. Since the ponygirls will be limited to drawing only a sleigh, we
need not worry about all those other parameters that go into producing a
top notch show pony. All we need do is to concentrate on a simple stance
and prancing. The rest can fall by the way side. So why don't you get
started on either of those two and I will be back in a few hours to see
how you are progressing."
And with that, Sir Winfred turned on his heels and headed out the door and
down the hallway.
Sheila was awe struck. All she could do was to look over to Judith for
help.
Judith was moved by her assistants situation. It was obvious that Sir
Winfred was testing the girl. But for what, and why on such a high
priority job. She was at a loss. She soon found herself empathizing with
the girl and just couldn't leave her like this. So she walked up to Sheila
and spoke gently to her.
"Listen Sheila, believe in yourself and do what you can. Remember what Sir
Winfred told you and above all, remember that "YOU" are the dominant and
the trainer. And don't let "THEM" forget that, no matter if you are using
the carrot or the stick."
Judith then gave Sheila a big emotional hug as if she were sending her
child off to college. She whispered good luck in her ear and then left her
by her lonesome, closing the door behind her.
"Sir Winfred," Judith called in a slightly raised voice as she quickly
walked after him.
"I know, I know my dear Judith. But it has to be this way. Remember what I
told you about your assistant last night, in that she might have that rare
something else?"
Judith was standing right in front of him now, her arms folded across her
chest in a rather sharp appearance. She nodded her head only once as the
only signal in confirming what he said.
"This is the only way I can be sure if that "something else" is there or
not. If it is not, then you will have a very capable assistant who will be
loyal to you for as long as she stays interested, and not much else."
"And if she has?" Judith's mood began to change as her stoic stance began
to relax.
"Then my dear woman," Sir Winfred took the initiate in taking hold of
Judith's arm and began leading her down the hallway, "then we will have a
little private talk together, on a topic that will no doubt be to our
mutual interest."
Judith's expression changed to one of surprise as she allowed Sir Winfred
to lead her until they came to another crossing hallway. That's when
Judith began leading him in the direction that he wanted.
Sheila still had that anxious surprised look on her face as she continued
to stare at the closed door. There was only one phrase that kept circling
around in her head. 'Are they serious?'
She could not believe what just happened. She felt like a person showing
up to her first swimming lesson, only to be picked up and thrown into the
deep end of the pool.
'Are they really serious?'
She was hoping that the door would open again with Sir Winfred and Ms.
Davenport all smiles and laughing at what a funny trick they pulled on
her. But the door remained close.
It took some loud moans and groans coming from behind her to take her
attention off the door and refocus it on what she was expected to do.
She turned and stared at the two rear ends with black butt plugs sticking
out of them. Then a chill ran down her spine. She was frighten. Not of
those two girls, or even at the task at hand. She was afraid of failing
Sir Winfred. She knew she could get Katie and Heidi into doing whatever
she wanted, and sport the many red marks of her success to prove it. She
watched her lady boss do it many times with rebellious work units and on a
few, rare, occasions she even tried it herself with red glowing success.
But Sir Winfred opened her eyes to another way, a better way even, if he
was correct. And she wanted to try it. To be a success at it. To make Sir
Winfred and Ms. Davenport proud of her at the same time. She just didn't
want to fail.
Again the distressing moans and groans from both bent over girls brought
Sheila back to the here and now. Time was ticking by. Precious time that
could be used for a much better purpose then her fearful day dreaming. She
signed one more time. Then as if something came over her, she took a deep
breath, stood straight on both legs, stiffened her spine, pulled her
shoulders back and exhaled fast and hard. No matter what, she was going to
at least try. Fail she might, but not because she didn't try.
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Part 8 coming really soon.
Will Sheila succeed in using the carrot approach? You just know she is
going to use the stick. And does she really have that "something else"?
Stay tune!
