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 9)
"And what do you want for Xmas?"
Judith was sitting back in her chair. She was staring at her computer
screen in her office. The office that was above ground and part of the
fashionable boutique. She was watching her many e-mail messages being
downloaded. Or so it looked that way.
She had a cup of coffee in her hands and brought it to her lips for a sip.
The fine aromatic brew caught her awareness before that first luscious
taste. She needed that coffee about now. That two matinee lunch was
catching up to her and she thought a cup of java would curtail some of
it's effects. But too much alcohol was not the only thing that stayed with
her after dining out with Sir Winfred. So did their conversation.
She put her cup down and typed in some characters. A new window popped up
asking for a password. She typed in something short and pushed enter. In a
flash, a video was playing. A real time video of what was going on in the
training room. Sheila and the two ponygirls were there, but Sir Winfred
was sadly missing.
'That's odd' she thought. Then she remembered him saying that he was going
to stop off at her workshop. He wanted to see if the training sulky was
ready for him. And obviously it wasn't.
Judith took another sip of her most welcome coffee while she watched her
assistant at work. She smiled to herself when she thought of Sheila as her
assistant. Based on Sheila's exhibition of those two ponygirls prior to
their lunch, she could hardly call Sheila her assistant anymore. Something
that Sir Winfred heartily agreed with during their meal in that quaint
little restaurant they went to.
Sir Winfred was one who didn't mince words when he had something important
on his mind. And as soon as he had his first satisfying taste of that
fifty year old scotch, he went right to the subject at hand.
"She's got it," was all he said, in a voice that was as bold and asserted
as the look on his face.
Judith watched Sheila as she finished up on Heidi and then went to
strapping up Katie. She was using the leather harnesses that Sir Winfred
brought to her earlier. It wasn't anything special. That was saved for
tomorrow. It was the standard body harness rig to keep a girl's lower arms
folded on top of one another, wrist to elbow, behind her back in what
looked like a "U" shape. Then there were several more torso straps added
to it in order to keep the girl's arms pinned like that most decisively.
When Sir Winfred explained to her what "having it" really meant, she found
herself chuckling out loud. Of course Sheila had that! Anyone who was into
the genera had to "love" it, or else they wouldn't be in it for heaven
sakes. It was an "either" "or" situation. One either loved it or hated the
lifestyle. Or so that's what she thought. That's when Sir Winfred
explained to her what he really meant by the word "love".
Judith worked with the mouse to zoom in on Sheila's image. She wanted to
see if she could possibly detect it in her face as she was busy fitting
the body harness to Katie like an experienced tailor who loved his work.
"That's it," she said to herself. It wasn't just in her face, which had
that little pixie grin that always seemed to be there. It was in her
entire body. The way she moved with an eager joy. The spryness in her
step. The energetic and broad sweeping motions in her arms and hands. And
the varied, animated, facial expressions gleaming from her as if she were
an actress on a stage. Except for Sheila, it was never an act. Which was
another characteristic that showed how much she loved her work. She was
always honest and trusting, with herself and others. Which, as Sir Winfred
put it, was the literal foundation of being in deep romantic love with
someone, or thing.
She clicked the screen back into normal view as she sat back in her chair.
With coffee in hand, she continued to watch as Sheila fitted Katie with
the bridal. Judith was fascinated with how gentle Sheila was in placing
the mired of straps over the girl's cover head. And then how focussed and
determined she was in buckling one strap after another, never moving to
the next before the first was seated firmly in place. When it was time to
place a thin rubber covered metal bit into the girl's mouth, she did so
with the professionalism of a highly skilled oral surgeon. So meticulous
was Sheila with strapping it into the correct position that she seen Katie
roll her eyes from Sheila's constant fidgeting to get it right. Something
that made Judith smile with fond memories of herself way back when.
Judith seen a lot of herself in Sheila, which caused her to feel all the
more uneasy when she remembered what Sir Winfred wanted to do. He was
right though, about his idea benefiting her as well him. And of course
Sheila too.
He was definitely right about the love observation that's for sure. What
Sheila had was no where near being the superficial, sexual, infatuation of
two gooey eyed loved sick teenagers. Sheila had that deep understanding
and intense dedication to the artform that Sir Winfred, The Count and even
she had within them. She was truly in love with what she was doing. And as
Sir Winfred once said, that is something very rare and hard to find in
today's world, even between two people.
That is why his suggestion made it very difficult for Judith. How could
she bare to loose someone as special as Sheila? She already had plans for
her. To promote her and give her much more power and responsibility in the
operations of her underground complex.
But, Sir Winfred's idea was far better for all parities concerned, not to
mention being very lucrative for herself. It would also be a tremendous
learning experience for Sheila as well, going to England and being
apprenticed to Sir Winfred. Not that she was in so dire need of training
to begin with. Not after what they saw prior to lunch, and what she seen
now as she watched Sheila begin to train the two ponygirls into prancing
correctly.
She turned up the volume on her monitor to hear what she was saying to
them. Right off, Judith could tell how quickly Sheila was developing into
a first class trainer. Her voice had that natural clear dynamic tone of
authority that capture one's attention. Her eye contact was riveting and
pulled the listener in even deeper into her charismatic ways. And her
gestures, and the use of the crop, only added to her controlling
dominating appeal. Judith could watch and listen to Sheila all day long,
just like some people could with the opera, a play or some spell binding
concert.
But what Sir Winfred offered her, to both of them, one could not find
anywhere else in the world. His fine eye for detail was without equal.
His ability to incorporate the least significant bit into an over all
awesome concept was uniquely uncanny. She could not count the number of
little tricks of the trade he had that came with years of experience that
would soon be at Sheila's fingertips. And in thinking of this, Judith
began to envy Sheila. She knew what Sir Winfred was capable of with
regards to the depth and breath of his knowledge and expertise. She too
was shockingly shown the true wealth of creativity that laid silently
within this old man just the other night. And to be the recipient of all
this learned wealth like a lost relative coming into an unknown
inheritance of colossal proportions was something that was beginning to
bring out the little green eyed monster in Judith.
Yes, Judith did envy her former assistant's opportunity to study under the
great Master of the dark art. It was nothing less than a chance of a
lifetime. And one she knew Sheila would make the most of too, just like
she would of had.
But after some deep soul searching, Judith was glad that Sheila was the
one who was going. Even though Sheila and herself had many things in
common, they were still quite different. Just like Madame Rouso was
different from her.
Madame Rouso had always been into things on a massive and powerful scale.
A true empire builder who used the entire world as her stage. Judith was
also into building her own empire. Only she felt more comfortable on a
much smaller canvas. She too wanted to feel the emotional high from being
in control and dominating others like her mentor Madame Rouso did. She
just preferred doing it on a more personal and intimate level that's all.
And Sheila, as best as she could discern, she wanted it too, but on an
even more limited scope. Her forte was based solely on being a gifted
artist, not as a business woman. Which seem to be the key point that
separated and uniquely identified the three of them. Madame Rouso was all
business while Sheila was all art. And Judith, she was somewhere half way
inbetween the two of them.
This is why Sir Winfred's idea was such a good one. He would teach Sheila
all his hidden secretes while Judith would provide the raw material to
which Sheila would hone her developing expertise on. The finish product
would then be shipped back to her, where she would auction it off on her
underground market. It was a win-win situation for all concerned. It might
even work out to the point where she could finally buy out her partner,
Madame Rouso, from her business. Then, the entire above and below ground
organization would be hers. Her first step into building her very own
empire could finally be realized.
Then once Sheila became an accomplished expert in the field, the two of
them could talk about the future. A future cultivated by Judith with
Sheila being the head of another one of her kinky underground departments.
Her empire would grow from there. Not too large, just enough for her name
to be tallied about on the lips of the upper crust along with her mentor.
Judith noticed that Sir Winfred had enter the room, and right behind him
was the pony cart. She moved in closer to her monitor so she could take a
better look at it. It wasn't much to look at and quite simple at that. A
mer "T" shaped bar connect to a small four wheeled cart with a chair
fastened to the center of it. But what it lacked in physical beauty, it
made up for in durability. It was solid, and it would function just like
the sleigh that the ponygirls were to be hooked up to tomorrow night.
Judith took another sip while she observed Sir Winfred and Sheila. He was
showing her how to attach the two pony girls to the "T" bar. Her eyebrows
rose in casual surprise at how well the old English man and his young
female apprentice were able to work together.
Then Judith's computer signaled her that all the e-mail was downloaded.
That's when she placed her cup of coffee down and off to the side, and
then began typing away. She minimized the real time video to the lower
right hand corner on her big screen so as to keep a watchful eye on what
was happening while she answered her mail. She also turned the volume down
to a very low level so their conversation would not disturb her. After
that, she started with her first letter.
And that's how it went for the rest of the day and a good part of the
evening. Judith would answer a few e-mails, preform a few tasks in the
boutique and then take a break to see what was transpiring with her future
partners.
Again, everything seemed to be playing out perfectly. The ponygirls were
apt students in becoming first class domesticated beasts of burden, and
show ponies. Sheila was taking to training ponygirls as a fish did to
water. And Sir Winfred was monitoring the entire process, occasionally
offering a comment here and a recommendation there, as he sat at the table
sipping his wonderful tea. That same tea to which Judith could see him put
in an occasional shot or two of his toasting whisky from time to time.
It was fairly late in the evening when Judith decided to call it quits.
Tomorrow was a very big day and she wanted to get an early start on it. So
the plan was that she would have a late dinner with Sir Winfred and then a
good night's sleep. She shut down her computer and took a casual walk to
the training room below. And as she entered the room it looked to her that
she was not the only one in need of a good night's rest.
The first thing she saw was Sir Winfred sitting at the table. His head was
drooping down upon his chest and he was fast asleep. He looked kind of
cute like that. His wire rimed glasses were low on his nose. His hands
were resting in his lap with a piece of paper barely being held on to by
one of them. And when he took a deep breath, his whole upper body and head
would move up and down like a child's animated toy. Judith could not help
but draw an analogy to a cuddly worn out old teddy bear as she watched him
softly snore away. And when Judith turned her head in the other direction,
she could see Sheila putting the ponygirls through their paces.
Sheila was sitting stoically in the chair. Her posture was as rigid and
formal as the armless straight back wooden chair itself. She held the
reins in both hands with her arms bent at the elbows and upper arms out in
front of her. She was looking very professional in her role as both
trainer and future sleigh driver.
As the trio began to make a turn, Judith could see Sheila pulling gently
on one side of the control reins. She was pleasantly surprise in how well,
and quickly, Sheila had taught the two girls to respond to the reins. And
the longer she watched the prancing pair, the more excited she became at
how well they imitated the movements of a couple of well trained show
ponies to a "T".
The greatest thing that stood out for the amazed Judith was how the two
ponygirls were in perfect sync with one another. Each raising and lowering
the exact corresponding leg in their parading movements as if there was a
psychic connection between them. It was so precise, that when she heard
their high heel shoes hit the wooden floor it sounded like it was really
only one shoe doing it. And their execution of the prancing movement was
beautiful to watch. Two legs coming up until their upper thighs were
absolutely horizontal and their lower legs straight at exactly ninety
degrees to their upper ones.
They did not move very fast, but that wasn't the idea. Their purpose was
to move with grace and pride, both of which was echoed tremendously with
their steady, held fast, upper body carriage. Spine straight, shoulder
back, chest thrust forward and their heads held up on high. Judith could
not get over the transformation in the two girls. Just yesterday they were
a couple of sloppily dressed mischievous young women lacking in manners
with no respect for others. Today, they were a pair of highly structure,
well controlled and very obedient young ladies who showed immense pride in
preforming as well trained ponygirls.
As the trio came close, Judith could feel her heart pounding in her chest.
It was the same feeling she had when she was a little girl standing on the
curb of the street watching and listening to a marching band as they
paraded on by. Her eyes went big and bright when she pictured the trained
pair in their ponygirl outfits in her minds eye.
They were going to be fantastic! Madame Rouso was going to love them to no
end. And as the high stepping pair passed her by, she could hear Sheila
talking to them in a pleasing metronome kind of voice to keep them in
sync. She was building them up emotionally, feeding their souls with
praise and confidence as they stayed true to form with eyes looking
straight ahead and bodies full of shapely pride.
She made eye contact with Sheila in the short time they had before she too
passed her by. She winked at her, and Sheila winked back, after forming a
very wide happy smile that seemed to match the sun in brightness. And as
the trio continued to travel in their figure eight pattern, Judith noticed
how adorable the rear ends of the two ponygirls were moving from side to
side. A nice little touch that she knew had to come from the meistro of
ponygirl training himself. That little trick was going to look just
wonderful when their tails were added tomorrow.
Judith took a look at her watch. If she was going to be loyal to her plan
she had to get going. So she walked over to the slumbering virtuoso and
nudged his arm a little to wake him up.
It didn't take much before the gray haired sleeping beauty was regaining
consciousness. He had a look about him that made one think that he was
surprised to have fallen asleep. Then he made the childish excuse of only
resting his eyes for a second or two as if to admit the truth of his tired
old age might be an embarrassment to him.
Judith leaned in close to him and whisper into his ear. She told him how
delighted she was with the outcome of the prancing ponygirls. When she
seen him rocking in his chair with a smile on his face echoing how
delighted he was in hearing that, she then suggested her plan to him. To
take him to dinner and then get a good nights rest for tomorrow.
Sir Winfred took only a minute to agree with her. Then he began rubbing
the sand out of his eyes as he tried to come to full alert. Something that
was a bit hard for him because of his age, and, the few shots of whisky he
was still trying to shake off.
Judith walked over to the middle of the room to where she would meet
Sheila. She wanted to inform her of their plans and for her to call it an
early night as well.
Judith could see Sheila looking to where she was standing and then
surmising from it that she wanted to talk with her. She then watched
Sheila gently guided the ponygirls by their control reins over to where
she was.
When the trio was about there Judith could see Sheila gingerly pulling
back on the reins to bring the ponygirls to a slow controlled stop. Sir
Winfred no doubt told her not to make any abrupt stops, or starts for that
matter, because of the mass and momentum of the sleigh, which the cart
duplicated quite well. For doing so might cause an accident or serious
damage to the ponygirls in the process.
Again, Judith was happily excited to see how well the two girls handled
being brought up on the reins to a stop. When their heads were suddenly
tilted back from the initial pull, there was an immediate reaction in them
to fight back. But the battle was not one of rebellion and anger to being
controlled like an animal at the end of a leash. The fight was against the
natural force of the cart to move forward. Their entire bodies seem to be
involved in getting that cart to slow down and stop. And the amazing part
of it was in how controlled and in sync the girls were even in this part
of their training.
Their formalized high stepping legs quickly dampened down into a powerful
resilient almost dragging force that was extensively concentrated in their
lower torso and straining shapely legs. There was even some ineffective
jerkiness in their chests and heads that echoed this focused determined
resistance to being pushed forward. But that seemed to make their overall
effort as ponygirls all the more glorious to watch.
The cart did come to a stop though. And as Judith surmised, it stopped
right where Sheila wanted it to. With the cart right next to her so both
of them could converse easily.
After congratulating Sheila with such excellent results, Judith took a
quick look to the front where the ponygirls where. She was astonished to
see them standing there, in ponygirl stance, with bodies holding still and
heads held high and proud. Judith just shook her head in awe. It appeared
that the near, and distant, future was looking very rosy indeed. Then she
turned her attention back to Sheila and told her what her immediate plans
were. She also suggested that she and the ponygirls do the same thing,
considering how long they stayed up last night and the intensity of their
workout today.
Sheila agreed and told her that after a few more minutes she would clean
and feed the ponygirls and then put to them to bed.
When Sheila mentioned bed, Judith had an idea. She told Sheila that
because of the great results, all three of them deserve a reward. She told
Sheila that she was free to use the executive spa with all it's amenities,
including the professional masseuse named Fritz, and the two ponygirls
could be put into "the case" for the night.
After receiving a most gracious thank you in return, Judith turned and
went to collect Sir Winfred. She thought that "the case" would be a most
effected way of rewarding the two girls for doing such an outstanding job
in their training.
As she approached Sir Winfred, who was having some difficulty putting on
his coat, she had to giggle to herself when she thought of "the case"
again.
The case was invented by her and some of her staff for the work units in
response to some work units falling into a state of unhappiness. She knew
the life of a work unit could be depressing at times. So she and her staff
created something that would put a little bit of a smile on their tired
submissive faces.
It was nothing more than a cross between a water bed and a jacuuze. The
work unit would lie down in this rectangular box shaped bed and as she
did, her body would sink almost all the way into the water supporting
latex like fabric. A special black mask, without eye holes, would then be
placed over her entire face. It was very supple and soft, and had a very
cool soothing effect on the skin. The only minor discomfort was the
breathing tube that they had to keep in their mouths while they were
wearing it.
Once that was done and the work unit was lying still with her arms and
legs separated from her body in a comfortable position, the lid of the box
was brought down over her and latched into place. And that is why it was
called "the case", because from the outside it looked like one of those
hard, impenetrable, industrial, aluminum transporting cases.
When the lid came down into place, a thin layer of that same latex like
material came with it. And along with that, water was being pumped into
the upper lid to give the work unit the serene secure feeling of being
back in the womb again. But that was only temporary. When a switch was
thrown, all the air between the two thin sheets was sucked out and the
work unit was vacuumed pack within it like a piece of processed meat.
Thus the reason for the breathing tube.
Any desire to escape on the part of the work unit was soon put to rest,
once the girl found out how difficult it was to simply move about. But the
terror of being placed in complete darkness, unable to move or talk, with
the only life line to the outside world being a small breathing tube was
soon washed away when a series of computer controlled water jets were
turned on.
What those jets did to the human body was nothing more than orgasmic,
literally! Not only did they relax the body and give sore muscles that
deep soothing massage that they were in dire need of, but they could also
bring the most frigid non-orgasmic woman to the absolute best mind
boggling, body shaking orgasm on the face of the earth. More than once!
Or, if a malfunction should happened like during the prototype stage, put
that same woman on the razor's edge of obtaining that most saute after
feeling of ecstasy for time ever lasting.
Again, it was built solely for the pleasure of the work units. But Judith
did have a special project on the drawing board. A project to specifically
use that same device for something that had a bit more sadistic evil in
it's sexual satisfying repertoire.
As Judith helped Sir Winfred on with his coat and then hat, she could see
Sheila making that final turn at the far side of the room. 'Pity' she
thought to herself as she contemplated how much fun the three of them
could have with those two ponygirls when they were sealed inside "the
case" later. The prototype one with all those delicious special features
that were almost completely installed.
Then she felt Sir Winfred take hold of her arm as he steadied himself on
his own two legs and sturdy umbrella. She smiled and then help guide the
old Englishman to the door and then out to dinner. She knew once she got
some good warm food in his jolly old belly that he would be as right as
rain. And after a nice quiet meal she could escort him to his hotel and
then the two could go their own ways and to bed. The night would soon be
over with and the day would bring with it something entirely new. The
least of which would be the complete transformation of those two young
women into Sir Winfred's idea of the perfect ponygirls. Now there was
something that she could not wait to see.
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Part 10 coming soon.
It's D-day! And Sir Winfred's concept ponygirl's come to life!
Stay tune!
