Chapter 164.
By half past five Clarissa was up and dressed – jeans and a T-shirt – and was sipping her morning coffee. She was getting ready to check on Bobby, but at ten to six he wandered sleepily into the kitchen in his boxers and slumped into a chair.
“Morning, Bobby. You look sleepy this morning.”
“Didn’t sleep very well, miss… Bad dreams…”
“Never mind. Have some breakfast and you’ll feel better. Toast? Eggs? Cereal?”
“Thanks, I’ll help myself.”
He fried an egg and ate some cereal while it was cooking. After a couple of mouthfuls of coffee he looked at the clock. “Best get ready…”
“You’re eager this morning…”
He glanced sideways at her, and made a face. “Not really…”
“Come on then.”
She led the way out to the stable, opened the door, and ushered him in. Then she locked the door behind them.
“Your suits all ready – clean and lightly powdered. But first I have to…”
“I know. Auntie told me.”
“Okay. So if you’d lie down on the camp bed… Now, I’m going to be very gentle…”
She knelt by the side, and pulled a plastic box out from under the bed. She put on a pair of fine latex gloves, selected a tube of cream, and put a little on the tips of her first two fingers.
“Ready?”
He nodded. She began to massage it in, making little circles around the nipples, and every now and then brushing them, making him gasp and shiver. She went from one to the other, making him squirm slightly on the bed. His eyes were closed, and she watched his face closely. She began gently to squeeze and tug at his nipples, making them stiffen. He was unable to smother a faint whimper. He was also getting an erection, and he put his hands down to cover it. She smiled. Another five minutes should be enough.
“Okay. Time to get you into your suit. Come on. You know the procedure.”
There was no point in modesty now. He quickly clambered off the bed went down on all fours as quickly as he could, hiding what he could of what was now an impressive erection. It had been so long! Clarissa coated his butt plug with lube and worked it in, twisting it back and forth. The process of inflation drew a sharp intake of breath from the wearer. She tugged at it to make sure it was firm, then helped him into his pony suit. It was cold, but that was just what he needed. Sometimes she had given him his morning milking before putting on his suit, or when it was on but not fully adjusted and fastened; but today she did everything necessary first, not only making sure the rubber was smooth and unwrinkled, not only fully tightening the straps around his arms and legs, and buckling his hands and feet to his body, not only attaching the tail, but putting on his saddle cloth, saddle, stirrups, hood, bridle and bit, so he was quite helpless and gagged. Only then did she undo the short zip at the side of the fine, bulging latex pouch. Bobby’s coc-k burst out, quivering and oozing, eliciting a smile of approval from his groom.
“Oh, dear, Bobby. You look as though you need some extra special attention today. I guess you’ve had a rather frustrating time recently. Never mind. I’m here now, so just relax…”
The condoms she used for Bobby the Pony were extra long, with a narrow banded lip, designed to grip the very base of the pen-is so they couldn’t slip off, and with an ample reservoir at the tip. They also helped maintain the erection – though with Bobby this was quite unnecessary. She selected one from a little leather purse, popped it out of its wrapper, rolled it on, and snapped the lip home. Bobby fidgeted slightly on his hooves in anticipation of the relief to come. Clarissa smiled, and checked the clock. Plenty of time. She sat cross-legged by the side of her charge. Reaching out, she ran the tip of one finger down the underside of the shaft, making him squirm. She gave a little giggle, like an excited girl. Next, she took it firmly in her right hand, wrapping her fingers around it, at the same time pulling gently on his tail with her left. Bobby groaned. Excellent! She was looking forward to this. She was anticipating an impressive display. Taking a firm grip, she began to work her hand up and down in a steady rhythm, using his tail to prevent him moving about too much. Clear fluid was already leaking from the tip and collecting in the teat. She maintained the same unrelenting rhythm for several minutes, all the time watching his reaction, the gyrations of his head, the incoherent ramblings, the moans and gasps.
During the time Bobby had been away, Clarissa had found herself, on more than one occasion, fantasizing about this daily milking routine. She had always tried to pretend she was unmoved by it. After all, she was merely carrying out Nicole’s instructions, and providing a necessary service to enable him to focus on his training without distraction. But she had been forced to confess to herself, as she lay in her bed twitching from the aftershocks of a self-induced orgasm, that there was more to it than that. It was now several years since the departure of her husband, during which time she had remained celibate, save for a couple of unsatisfactory one-night stands. She was beginning to realise there was a reservoir of pent-up sexuality within, just waiting to overflow, if not to burst…
“It’s not your fault, Clarissa,” she had said to herself. “Think about it. How could any woman, whatever her situation, do something like that for a full-grown lad, and not feel a little…you know? I mean, I wouldn’t be human…”
Today, after a break of weeks, she was in a worse state than usual. The butterflies in her tummy had descended a few inches, her hands were shaking slightly, and her neck and cheeks were burning. She hoped Bobby hadn’t noticed, but given his present state that seemed unlikely. She chided herself.
“I am. It’s true,” she thought. “I’m the worst kind of person – all pure and virtuous and fastidious on the outside, but inside…no more than a dirty slut! Well, fuc-k it! That’s what I am, then. Just face it, Clarissa, you’re disgusting…obscene! Even now I’d like to get this lovely fat, juice thing in my mouth. Oh, god…if I did, I think I’d c-um straight away. Perhaps, one day… Maybe the morning of the dressage show? Oh, no…don’t even think about it, you randy old cow! Can you imagine…?” She took her hand off Bobby’s tail and felt her burning cheeks. “It just makes me so hot! I want to tell someone, watch their reaction. Just confessing would be exciting in itself. Nicole! Yes, I should go for a session. Confess everything and take my punishment! I wonder what she’d do? She whip me for sure! God, yes, that’s probably what I need… Correction and discipline…”
Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud strangled cry from Bobby, and the next moment she felt him spasm, and saw the c-um pumping into the teat of the condom. She stopped milking and simply held on, watching fascinated as it filled and swelled, the weight of the creamy fluid dragging it down. As he subsided, breathing heavily and emitting faint satisfied sobs, Clarrissa gave him two or three gentle squeezes, working from balls to tip, to ensure he was completely drained. Then, with a “good boy, Bobby”, she carefully eased off the condom, clipped the mouth with a plastic clip, and slipped it into her pocket.
“Is that better?”
He nodded, slowly. She let him rest for a few minutes, then wiped him with a baby wipe, and popped him back in his pouch. As she did so, she was sure she felt him beginning to swell again!
“No, young man, no more today. Your rider will be here in a few minutes. Even if I were willing – which I’m not – we don’t have time.”
She stood up, unbolted the door, and stepped outside. It was a lovely crisp, sunny morning. Mélisande appeared at the kitchen door, right on time.
“Good morning darling. He’s all ready for you. Don’t be too hard on him today. First day back.”
“I won’t, mummy. Come on, Bobby. Let’s have a gentle hack round the back field, shall we?”
“Good girl. Have fun!”
She watched as Bobby trotted off down the garden. She slipped her hand into her pocket. The full condom was there, still nice and warm, inches from her wet panties. She shivered. As she returned to the house, she tried to control her breathing. Then went back into the kitchen.
A few minutes later she could be found mixing something in a small jug, to which she added a few drops of pale, clear honey. She dropped something light into the bin. She prepared a single pancake, fried in butter, and slid it onto a plastic plate. It would stay warmer for a bit longer that way. Then she took the plate, a fork and the jug into the living-room. Sitting down, she emptied the content of the jug onto her pancake and rolled it up. She cut of the end and popped it in her mouth, savouring it with closed eyes. Then she took out her phone and called Nicole, and put the phone on speaker.
“Hello? Clarissa?”
“Hi, Nicole.”
“Everything okay?”
“Fine. I’m in my lounge, relaxing, having my breakfast. My daughter and your nephew are out training.”
“Okay…good. Any problems?”
“No. I did the necessary.” She paused. “Look… It’s not easy, you know… Sometimes I want to…”
“Of course, dear. Of course. I understand perfectly.”
“I’m a woman, Nicole, with needs…desires. I feel really bad…”
“Don’t feel bad, Clarissa, you’re doing a great job.”
“No, Nicole. I mean I feel bad. Bad. I want to do something bad. Understand? In fact…” She took another bite of pancake. A dribble of creamy sauce trickled down her chin. She scooped it up with a finger and licked it off. “…I’m already doing something bad. I need you to take me in hand, Nicole. You need to get me under control. I need to be…punished.”
Nicole laughed delightedly. “Clarissa! Even you? Goodness. Business is booming! Well, I’d be delighted, of course. Won’t cost you a penny. My pleasure, darling. Shall I book you an appointment…?”
“Yes. I’m serious.”
“So I gather. You’ll have to confess everything – you know that…”
“Yes. I know. I shall. You’ll be shocked.”
“I doubt it, darling. I don’t get shocked any more, after all these years. Anything to do with by nephew…?”
“What?”
“Bobby. Anything to do with…”
“How did you know?” Clarissa sounded surprised.
Nicole laughed again. “Oh, Clarissa, dear… You’re such an innocent. How could you ever do anything – even think anything – bad? It must be very difficult for you – I mean dressing him, dealing with his needs – just having him around, him and all his hormones. Honestly, I don’t know how you do it – sharing your house with a big hunk of male physicality, and remaining cool and controlled. Whatever you may be thinking, it couldn’t be more natural. But I’ll gladly mete out a little punishment – even a sprinkling of pleasure – if it’ll make you feel better. I’m busy this week, but have you got some free time next? What about tomorrow week…Wednesday 24th?”
“Yes…I can make that…”
“Okay. 10am sharp, Mrs Burlington. An extra stroke of my dressage whip for every minute you’re late. Got it?”
So it was arranged. And truthfully, Nicole was looking forward to it. She loved dealing with highly-sexed, frustrated women. They were so much more exciting than men. “Just wait, sweetie,” she said to herself. “If I can’t bring you to a gasping, screaming orgasm, I’ll damn well retire!”
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