Summer Hire Ch. 13

"Already had it in hand," Serena said proudly.

"Oh good. Clever girl. Now if you could just help me hold her still, I'll pop this into place in no time."

Melissa turned to stare at Serena accusingly. The blinders on either side of her head meant she had to turn completely to see anything around her, which is how Serena had surprised her with the crop.

Serena smiled pleasantly in response to Melissa's angry stare; then she tucked the crop under one arm, reached up with both hands, and captured Melissa's nipples between her thumb and forefingers. Serena called out to Erik, "Don't worry, I have her." Melissa's eyes widened until Serena could see the whites all the way around her irises.

"Excellent," replied Erik, "but could you get her to bend over a bit."

"No problem." Serena pinched harder, pulling down and forward. Melissa shrieked against the bit in her mouth and quickly bent over at the waist to reduce the pain.

"Oh, that's much better. Thank you ever so much."

"Absolutely, not a problem."

Melissa felt pressure against her rectum while simultaneously something else slid partway into her vagina. Erik slowly pulsated the pressure against her rear as the tightness of her sphincter reluctantly relaxed, and the butt plug worked its way deeper inside her. Finally, the butt plug's maximum girth passed into her, and the remainder of the plug slipped in quickly.

"There we go. Let me just cinch up this harness strap to help keep everything in place... Can you get her to straighten up?"

"Sure, anything to help."

This time, Melissa tried to follow Serena as quickly as she could, so Serena wouldn't have to pinch any tighter.

"Oh that's perfect," Erik said, stepping back to admire their handiwork.

Serena finally let go of Melissa's aching nipples and stepped back to join him in admiring her. "She is indeed exquisite. Wow, it would almost be worth going through all that fuss and bother, just to look that good. Almost. Not quite. But almost."

Melissa stomped her hoof again in frustration. As she moved her leg, however, the harness strap that ran between her legs put the most delightful pressure on her sex. She realized that her wetness had already thoroughly lubricated the leather. The strap was tight enough that it had pushed apart her labia and the wet leather strap lay between them. Every time she moved, the slick leather slid back and forth over her clitoris. The feeling was so intense; she wasn't sure she would be able to walk.

Erik brushed off his hands and said, "Let's get them hitched up."

Serena slipped a finger under Melissa's bridle and tugged her forward. "Come on little pony. Let's get you all hitched up. You and the other little pony are going to pull me in that adorable little sulky. Melissa followed along behind, dazed.

Serena turned to watch her, walking backward, which, in a lucid moment, Melissa thought was quite an achievement in her heels. Serena stopped, with a disappointed pout. "You are such a lazy, naughty pony. Your form is terrible. You need to lift your legs." She swung the crop. "Whack." Melissa lifted her front leg, wobbling on the other.

Serena walked around her, hidden from view by her blinders. "Higher!" "Whack." "Straighten that back!" "Whack." "Head up!" "Whack."

Melissa found herself vibrating from the unexpected blows. Serena came back into view. "Better." Catching her bridle again, Serena led her over to the sulky, where Erik was already connecting Joseph's harness to the crossbar in front. Serena arranged Melissa next to Joseph and started attaching her as well.

Erik finished on his side and stepped back to assess their work. "They do make a gorgeous pair of ponies. Well matched. Almost makes me wish I had taken more of an interest in pony play."

"I don't know Erik," Serena said as she finished off, "you're not really a horsey kind of guy."

"But look at them," he gestured, "aren't they magnificent." Melissa tossed her head and pawed the turf with her hoof.

Serena joined him and agreed, "Makes me wet, just looking at them."

She picked up the long whip and climbed into the driver's seat, letting the long black lace back of her skirt drape down behind her. She gathered the reins in her hand and snapped her whip at the ponies. They started pulling with gusto, quickly breaking into a trot.

Serena called out, "Girlie, knees up." The tail of the whip cracked across Melissa's buttocks, adding a new, if marginally fainter, red mark. Melissa tried to bring her knees up higher on each step, but it was quickly tiring. All of her day's physical exercise had left her with little reserve.

Serena pulled to the right on the reins, directing the ponies into a sweeping turn. Melissa's breasts were starting to ache now, from the constant jarring of her trotting gait. The tops of her thighs were burning.

Serena must have seen her struggling because she soon pulled them to a halt. Melissa stood, feeling dizzy. Her arms were bound behind her back; her chest was heaving in gasping breaths; her feet were trapped in the hoof shoes -- she was terrified she was going to fall.

Erik stepped up beside her, grasping her upper arms firmly, lending her support. After a minute, the world stopped spinning, and her breathing had slowed to a more normal pace. She saw Joseph step away from the sulky with his arms free. Serena then moved behind her, unfastening her from the sulky and freeing her arms as well.

Then Melissa saw that Joseph had removed his headgear, so she immediately reached up to release her own. Serena batted her hands away and unbuckled it herself, letting the bridle fall forward off Melissa's head. Melissa tilted her head back and took a deep breath. She felt her right hoof shoe loosen and realized that Serena must have undone the straps. Soon after, the other one came loose, and she could step out of them. Once her bare feet made contact with the grass, she curled her toes in between the cool blades of grass, groaning in relief.

Looking over at Joseph, she said, "I'm sorry if I'm insulting your passion, but being a pony-girl is so not my thing."

He smiled back at her in understanding. "It is a pity, though, we were a beautiful team."

Erik released her arm but kept one hand on her shoulder. "I agree with Joseph. The sight of you two was simply amazing, but, unfortunately, I think we can cross this one off the list."

Pitching his voice to Joseph, Erik continued, "Thank you so much Joseph, and also give my thanks to Master Drexler. Do you want to come in and cool off?"

He shook his head, "No sir, I should be getting back before dark."

"Okay, do you need any help loading anything?"

"No, no. I'm fine Master Erik. Do you want to keep any of the equipment?"

Erik looked at Melissa, considering the question for a moment. "The shoes and the bridle can go back. I like the harness and the tail, though. I'll keep those."

"What about the whip and the crop?"

"I've got plenty of my own... although Melissa, do you want to keep the crop, so you can use it on Serena in the future?"

Melissa grinned evilly, "Oh that's tempting."

Serena said quietly, "Bitch."

Melissa said, "In that case, yes."

Serena complained, "You'd think I'd know to keep my fucking mouth shut."

Erik walked over to pick up the crop and came back to hand it to Melissa. "It's your first crop. I'll be interested to see what comes of it. Anyway, let's go in and leave Joseph to the task of getting everything put away. Again, thank you so much Joseph."

"Yes Master Erik, Mistress Serena, Mistress Melissa. I really did have a lot of fun. Thank you."

As the three of them came into the house through the sliding glass doors, Melissa felt loaded down, carrying her boots, skirt, fascinator, and crop. She had mostly gotten used to the way the harness strap slid past her clitoris with every step, but her sphincter was sore. Prancing like a pony had pulled the base of her tail up and down.

She whined, "Can I get this damn tail out of my ass now, Master?"

Erik chuckled. "It does look very cute. I was just admiring the way it swished back and forth on the way in."

Serena chimed in, "It actually does look pretty amazing. I'm thinking of getting one myself."

Erik mused, "You two in matching tails. That could be fun. I'll have to think about the right venue..."

Melissa told Serena brightly, "You can borrow this one, for as long as you want."

Erik asked more seriously, "Is it really that uncomfortable?"

"Sort of. I think it was mostly just the bouncing up and down. Walking around now, I guess it would be better. Except, I'm sore and tender now. I think I'd have to work up to having it in for a longer time."

"Sounds fair. In general though, you okay with something like that up your ass?"

"Ah... I guess so."

Serena quirked her mouth into a wry smile, "Come on, spill the beans. Somebody I know really liked her enema."

Melissa looked down, embarrassed. "Yes Master, I like having something in my ass, especially when you put it there."

"Thank you," he said softly, "that's good to know." In a louder voice, he continued, "I can think of lots of things to stick in there."

Serena snorted.

"Not just my own enormous self, of course. I mean lots of toys... remotely operated vibrators when we go out to the theater or dinner... someone else's dick, while I'm in your front. Is having two men at once ever a fantasy of yours, or something you actually did?"

Melissa was certain that she was turning red. Once more looking down, she answered, "I never did, well almost, but no, the other guy got sort of weirded out and I was really glad. Well, maybe a little disappointed, but it was probably for the best. Anyway, yeah, I guess I thought about it."

"Let me guess, your fantasy involved being tied down and helpless, while your tormentor and his friend had their way with you?"

"How did..."

Serena laughed, "Don't worry, the guy's a fucking mind reader. He knows more than any man should about how a girl's mind works."

Erik shook his head, "Maybe about how a sub fantasizes, but women in general? Alas, it is still a great mystery to all men."

Erik suggested to Melissa, "Why don't you take that stuff upstairs? You can get out of the harness and tail if you want, and then come back down."

"Okay. Thanks." As Melissa walked around, she deliberately rolled her hips to swish her tail back and forth. She was rewarded by appreciative laughter and applause, from both Erik and Serena.

Once she got to her room, she dumped her clothes on the bed and went straight to the bathroom to extricate the butt plug holding her tail in place. As the wide part of the plug passed the sore rim of her sphincter muscle, she gasped from a flash of pain. Once it was out, however, the intensity of the pain quickly faded to a dull soreness.

She unbuckled the harness enough to wriggle out of it. She was reluctant to undo too much of it, for fear of never being able to figure out how to put it back on. Without the tail, she decided, the harness was deliciously fun. She liked how it looked in the mirror. The strap that went between her legs was particularly wonderful.

She washed both plugs of the tail in the sink and set the whole assembly on the counter to dry. Then she took the harness into her bedroom and put it on the bed next to the skirt. Looking at the bed for a moment, she wondered where she would sleep tonight. Her heart sped up a little bit, thinking about sleeping next to Erik in his bed.

She wondered if Serena would join them. Melissa was surprised that she didn't feel jealousy toward the other woman. Then again, she reminded herself, she had just made out with Serena in the shower. The weirdness of casually making out with another woman still astonished her. Even though the pony play was far weirder in some absolute sense, her reaction to the pony play was different because she had been ordered to do it, as part of her summer job. Making out in the shower with Serena, on the other hand, was something she had chosen, separate from whatever Erik had ordered her to do. The casual ease of her choice was disconcerting. She realized that part of what bothered her was that it still didn't feel wrong. It felt like something it would be fun and easy to do again. When she thought about it, making her own decision to lick up Joseph's cum seemed perfectly acceptable too.

She muttered, "How can I have changed so much, in just a couple of days? Or was I always like this, and Erik just set it free?"

The silent room had no answers for her, so she shrugged and headed for the door to go back downstairs.

As she crossed the threshold, she stopped, realizing that she was completely naked. She couldn't figure out why walking around the house naked felt wrong, then she realized that it felt boring. She wasn't decorative enough.

Turning and looking back at the clothes lying on her bed, she quickly ruled out the boots or harness. The tail, she decided firmly, was staying where it was for right now.

Erik's theme for tonight seemed to be an English garden party, so she wanted to stay within that genre. After all the bouncing up and down, she needed to find something that would give her breasts some support.

Looking down at the collection of shopping bags, she couldn't think of anything that she and Cathy had bought that would fit the bill. All of those clothes were definitely more "Americana" dressy-sexy, not "British Victorian bordello."

She walked through her closet, pulling open drawers, looking at possibilities. There were more choices than she had remembered. She wondered if Erik had added more while she was out today, or if she had just been too overwhelmed the first time she had looked. Both alternatives seemed entirely likely.

She had just been about to select a black and gold leather corset with steampunk gear details when she spotted the pastel tapestry pumps that she had fallen in love with when she first arrived. The black and gold corset clashed with the pumps, so she looked some more, finally settling on an ivory brocade corset with a brown leather center panel. An intricate design was embroidered on the leather with heavy gold thread. As she walked out of the closet, she also grabbed a four-stranded off-white pearl choker, which went well with the ivory brocade of the corset.

Playing dress-up was fun. Walking over to the bed, where she laid the corset, shoes, and choker next to the cut-away bustle skirt and the fascinator. She wasn't sure the fascinator went perfectly with everything else, but it was much too pretty to leave behind. Besides, she didn't see any other hats in the closet. Some sort of head covering seemed a requirement for the evening's dress code.

It took ten minutes in front of the three-sided mirror in the closet for her to finally get the corset cinched up and tied properly. She now understood why Victorian ladies had maids to dress them. She wondered -- if the maid was cute enough, perhaps there were other duties. She grinned, shaking her head to dismiss the idea. She did, however, note that it might be a good fantasy to explore later, for Erik's benefit, of course. She reassured herself that she couldn't possibly be so far gone that she'd actively seek out another woman for casual sex.

While standing in front of the mirror and struggling with her corset, she also had plenty of time to examine the stripes across her rear. They were already fading to a paler pink, which reminded her of her first date with Erik. The stripes he had given her that day had almost completely disappeared by the time she had gotten back to her apartment.

She could also see how he regarded these marks as decorative. When Serena had bent over and pulled aside her skirt, there had been something surprisingly erotic about how the stripes crisscrossed her bottom. Melissa wasn't sure what had been arousing about that moment, but even now, she could feel a thrumming deep in her pelvis as she remembered Serena's striped rear -- thrust out and waiting for her crop.

She shoved that thought aside as well, checked the fit of the corset one last time, and hurried back into the bedroom to finish getting ready. Then she left for downstairs.

From the dining/kitchen level, she saw Erik and Serena curled up on a couch below, looking out at the fading daylight. Melissa slowed down, unsure whether or not to barge in on their moment. A little jealousy curled up inside her, seeing them in such a loving pose. Before she could decide what to do, they both turned and looked up at her. Melissa realized that her high heels must have been clacking loudly across the dining area floor.

Serena exclaimed, "Holy shit, that's beautiful!"

Erik added, "I agree perfectly with the sentiment, if not quite your wording." Turning to Serena, he said, "Young woman, we're going to have to wash your mouth out with soap."

Serena laughed. "As many times as you've cum in it, I'm sure my mouth could use a good washing."

Erik shook his head, defeated. Then he turned his attention back to Melissa, as she came down the stairs. He said, "You really are quite breathtaking.

Melissa walked around to the elongated ottoman in front of the couch and sat on it, facing Erik and Serena. She looked serious, rather than flattered. "You guys say that, and I really, really appreciate it, but I know I'm not beautiful, or gorgeous, or some cover-girl model. I mean, sure, I'm not ugly, and trust me, I'm incredibly grateful for that. In my better moments, I might even be sort of pretty, but in a plain-Jane, Irish lass sort of way. The two of you, though, keep on going on like I'm something exceptional, and I'm not. Really, I know I'm not."

Erik and Serena shared a look, and then Erik asked Serena, "You want to tell her?"

"Naw, you're better with words and crap like that."

Erik shook his head, smiling at Serena's straightforward nature. Then, taking a deliberate breath, he looked over at Melissa and began, "Okay. So yeah, at one level, I know what you're saying has merit. There's certainly nothing about you that's ugly, and that's a true gift of nature, God, whatever. Beyond that, though, you really are quite pretty. I suspect far prettier than you give yourself credit. But that's not really what Serena and I are... responding to. You see, there's an energy you've tapped into, and it takes you to a whole different level of being beautiful. It changes the rules. It's not just about a clinical definition of attractiveness anymore. It's way beyond that. You broadcast an aura of knowing that you're desirable, sexual, and incredibly attractive."

"But that's not how I feel."

"I know. I believe you, but trust me, that's the zinger! This beauty and sensuality that you radiate are all wrapped in a little-girl innocence -- and the killer thing is that your innocence is real, not pretend... tell you what, stop and think a for minute, don't you feel desirable, sexual, attractive?"

"I guess so. But Serena has all that too."

"Sure honey," interjected Serena, "but I've also got way too many 'been there, done that' t-shirts."

Melissa looked at her uncertainly, so Serena explained, "I don't have your innocence. Most likely never did. It's the whole 'virgin-whore' thing. Every man has that fantasy -- the innocent virgin who's also a total slut. And you glow with it, like a beacon. It puts cover-girl good looks to shame. I mean, somebody like Joseph is drop dead gorgeous, but when the two of you were strapped into that sulky, you were the one I couldn't take my eyes off of. And I'm not lying, I really do like guys better, a lot better. But God, I'd go down on you in an instant."

"Oh. Ah... I think you're pretty... hot too." Melissa looked up, meeting Serena's gaze. An unexpectedly intense feeling of lust flashed between them.