His Aunt Nicole

[Simonssister]

Chapter 116.

Clarissa awoke early the following morning feeling quite excited.  She dressed in her riding gear – beige breeches, boots, and vest, had a coffee, collected the case, and headed for the stable.  She put the case down on the counter.  Bobby hadn’t been worked too hard the previous day, and she had put him down for the night around ten.    He was lying on his hay bed, legs outstretched, sleeping peacefully.  He slept in his suit minus hood, tack and butt-plug.  The plan was to keep him in his pony suit permanently except for one evening every other day, when it would be cleaned and he would be bathed.  After a while she might experiment with longer suited periods, in the expectation that as time went on he would become more and more used to ponyhood.  She watched him affectionately for a minute or so.  He looked so cute in the glossy chestnut suit, with just his head poking out, and his curly hair, freckles and long lashes.  She had butterflies thinking about what she had to do this morning.  Of course, she would take no pleasure in it – it was a necessity, that was all.  Her duty.  She should probably leave his hood off so he could tell her if she was doing it right.  Yes.  She would be very gentle.

“Bobby?  Bobby, darling, wake up…  It’s time to get you ready…”  He opened his eyes slowly.  “Good morning, young man.  Did you sleep well?”
“Oh, hi…  Hi, Mrs Burlington…  Yes, I did, thank you…”
“Would you like some breakfast?  Orange juice?  Eggs?  Cereal?  Anything you like..”
This wasn’t bad, thought Bobby.  Like a hotel, almost.  The stable was warm today.  The hay was comfortable, too.  And in a way in felt nice being back in his pony suit.  Sort of contained and secure.  Even MĂ©lisande was being nice to him.  Yesterday she’d praised him for getting back in the groove so quickly, and told him Miss Poole was going to give them an award and a prize of a special holiday if they performed well at the dressage event.  That sounded interesting.  And she had apologised for hitting him so hard at Diana’s party.  But he understood.  He had said horrible things about her.  He’d deserved it.  As for making him lick her boots…  Well, she’d apologised for that, too.  Though…he wouldn’t have admitted it, but of course being made to lick a girl’s boots was hardly a punishment for him.  He lay there as Clarissa went to prepare his breakfast, and found himself getting aroused.  No, that wouldn’t do.  Not in front of Mrs Burlington.  How embarrassing!  He must keep himself under control.

After orange juice and scrambled eggs on toast, Clarissa brushed his teeth and washed his face, then helped him to the bathroom in the annexe; it was an ensuite stable!  She cleaned him, gave him an enema, and patted him dry.  She led him back into the stable, put the saddle on his back, and buckled and tightened the girths, making sure she used the same holes as MĂ©lisande the day before.  She attached the stirrups and adjusted the stirrup leathers.  Then it was time for his tail.  Today the stable was heated, and the lube was at room temperature.  She picked up the butt-plug.  Bobby looked around.
“Miss?  Normally my hood and bridle go on first.  My tail is last.”
“I now, Bobby, but today your hood and bridle will go on last, because I have to do something and I’m going to need your feedback.  I’m going to need you to talk to me.”
“Oh?  What are you going to do?”
“You must have forgotten.  Your regular hand-relief.  Don’t be embarrassed – your aunt’s told me all about it and explained exactly what needs to be done.  I’m sure your previous groom was experienced, but, you know, now it’s my responsibility.  I’ll do what’s necessary to the best of my ability, and you can help me learn.  Okay?”
Bobby frowned, puzzled.  “But miss…!” he began, then stopped.  Hand relief?  Was she serious?  Was she really going to…?  Had his aunt played a trick on her?  Whatever!  If she were serious…well, who was he to object?  A mischievous smile spread slowly over his face.
“Don’t be shy, Bobby.  It just part of your care routine, as far as I’m concerned.”
“I didn’t really expect you to, but…”
“Don’t be silly.  We have to look after you, Bobby.  I want you to be nice and relaxed so you can do your training without distraction, and put on a good show at the dressage event.  I’m doing it for Mellie as well as you, so you can train properly together and have a successful partnership.”
“Of course, it does help, Mrs Burlington.  I’ll try not to make too much fuss…”
“Don’t worry.  Just relax and breathe slowly.  But tell me at once if I’m doing anything wrong, or making you uncomfortable.  Promise?”
“I promise.”
“Great.” 
She stood up, went to the counter, and opened the case.  She put on her apron and gloves, and took out the tube of lube and a small plastic pot.  Bobby stood patiently in the hay.  She knelt down beside him.
“Now hold still while I put your tail on.  I’ll just unzip your pouch first…  Goodness me!  Gosh!  It’s quite frisky already!”
The prospect of Mrs Burlington giving him a hand-job had been enough to bring him to full erection.  His hard coc-k sprang out and hung there invitingly, quivering slightly, a string of clear fluid dangling from the tip.  Clarissa bit her lower lip.  Her heart was beating fast.  “Get a grip, Clarissa”, she said to herself.  “That is…  I mean…keep calm…”
Bobby stole a glance behind.  He saw her staring, wide-eyed, cheeks reddening.  He grinned, and made his coc-k twitch for her benefit.  He was going to enjoy this. 
She pulled herself together and picked up the plug.  She squeezed lube onto the rubber egg, and pushed it gently through the hole.  It slipped in easily, eliciting a faint grunt of satisfaction from Bobby.
“Okay, Bobby?”
“Yeah...  Fine.”
She gave it three pumps, and another half-pump for luck, and checked it was firm.  Then she clipped on his tail.  His coc-k quivered.  She took a deep breath, placed her phone on the floor, and selected the app.  She selected a low setting, hesitated, then touched the on switch.  There was a low hum, and Bobby stiffened.
“What…?”
“Shh, Bobby.  This will help you relax…”
Bobby gave a low moan, and his breathing became faster.  Clarissa forgot all about condoms and pots.  She wrapped her right hand around the hot shaft and cupped her left under the head.  She could feel the vibrations from the plug.  She slid back the foreskin, revealing the slick, oozing head.  She began to move her hand up and down in a steady rhythm, whipping his juices into a lather. 
“Miss?  Gently, please…  Not so fast…”
But she was enjoying herself now.  Ignoring his protests, she masturbated him vigorously, spattering the hay with his sticky secretions.  He became louder and inarticulate, though he was totally in her power, immobile on his four little stubby legs. 
“Shut up, Bobby!  Do you want Mellie to hear you?”
He continued to complain.  So she jumped up, grabbed his heavy latex hood, and forced it over his head, thrusting the inbuilt ball gag into his mouth and rendering him silent save for an impotent, muffled muttering.
Clarissa had expected to find herself awkward and even a little embarrassed by what she had to do.  But in the event it had ignited all the passionate sexuality that, as a single woman with a young child, she had for so long felt the need to suppress.  She revelled in the freedom of unrestrained sexuality and the feeling of having total control.
She was milking him shamelessly, impatient for the moment of climax.  She didn’t have to wait long.  All at once he gave a sob, as if of pain, stiffened and started to tremble.  His back arched, and his whole body jolted and shuddered.  She slid back the foreskin as far as it would go, and watched with delight as his thick c-um pumped forth, filling her cupped hand and overflowing into the hay.
“Yess!!  Go, Bobby!  Good boy!  Good boy…”
There was a film of perspiration on her forehead from the exertion, and her eyes were shining with delight.  Her whole body was vibrating.  What she had expected would be a slightly awkward or embarrassing necessity had turned out to be a revelation, exciting and exhilarating.  It had been years since she had felt so turned on.  She knelt back on her haunches and watched him twitching with the aftershocks. 
“You are one sexy pony, all right,” she said to herself..

[Simonssister]

Chapter 117.

When Clarissa came down to earth again, she realised time was getting on.  Twenty to eight.  She was determined to put Bobby’s coc-k into a device.  After their session she had the sense it had become her personal property, and she wanted to make sure no-one else, especially its owner, got to mess with it.  She stripped off her sticky gloves, got some ice from the stable fridge, and applied it to the offending object till it shrivelled up to almost nothing.  All the while Bobby was trying to attract her attention, but she ignored him.  Then it was an easy matter to lock it away.  She stretched on one of the special spherical sheaths, turning it into a shiny white ball.  She zipped it away in its pouch, and picked up his bridle.  He glared at her, and shook his head from side to side, attempting to frustrate her task.
She had no time for this.  He needed to learn his place.
“Behave yourself, Bobby!”
She slapped his face.  With the hood on it wouldn’t have hurt much.  But he was shocked into compliance, and stood quietly whilst she buckled on the bridle and reins.  She checked his tack, and, satisfied that everything was in order, led him out onto the lawn and left him there while she tidied up inside.
A couple of minutes later MĂ©lisande appeared at the door.
“Morning, mummy!  Thank you for getting Bobby ready.  You’ve done a really good job with the tack today, and he seems really nice and quiet and well-behaved this morning.”
“I hope so, darling.  Have fun!  See you about eleven, for some cake, yes?”
“Ooh, yes please!”
She disappeared.  Clarissa heard the reassuring thwack of her whip, and the faint thud of Bobby’s plastic hooves, and then all was silent.  She sat down on a hay bale and reviewed the morning.  Her heart was still fluttering.  She noticed flecks of sperm on her boots that they had picked up from the hay.  Her gloves were lying there, inside out.  She picked up the left one, carefully turned it back the right way, and slipped her hand inside.  She held it up.  It was covered in sticky c-um.  She breathed in the scent, and sighed.  It had been so long…
She was trembling.  She touched herself through her breeches and groaned.  Again, more firmly.  Then she brought her gloved hand to her face, and began to lick the palm, then to suc-k the fingers.  The taste brought old memories flooding back.  She had almost licked it clean before she came…. 

[Simonssister]

Chapter 118.

Clarissa would have liked to leave Bobby in the stable again that night, but she felt she had to stick to the original plan of letting him sleep indoors every other night – for the time being, at least.  MĂ©lisande brought him back from a hack about four, then gave him an hour’s dressage in the garden.  Clarissa asked her to lay the table for supper while she took Bobby back to the stable and got him out of his suit and took off his device.  She let him shower in the annexe and brought the suit in for cleaning.  Then she went to his room and sorted through the clothes Nicole had sent over with him.  There were ordinary clothes – jeans, T-shirts and so on - but she had thoughtfully included a drawerful of more interesting items, including the little blue and yellow hot pants outfit he had worn at her house before!
“Oh, Nicole!  I love you!  What could be more appropriate?  It’ll remind him of what happened last time he wore this.  Mellie loved it too.”
She gathered it up and took it to the kitchen.
“Mel?  Do you remember this?”
MĂ©lisande screamed.  “His Boot Boy outfit!  Of course I do.  Oh, mummy, make him wear it again this evening, yeah?  And this time let me have some photos of my own, okay?”
“MĂ©lisande!  You cunning little mouse!  I know you kept one for yourself.  You even printed it out.  It’s on the back of your wardrobe door.”
MĂ©lisande blushed.  “Why did you look in my wardrobe?”
“I wasn’t snooping.  I was looking for those shoes you couldn’t find.  Anyway, I’m not blaming you.  It’s a cute picture all right.  Anyway, as you’ve got one, it’s pointless to prevent you taking more.  Know what?  If we could get a really good one I’m sure Miss Poole would like to put it on the front of the leaflet she’s going to have printed, with his opening hours and charges and everything.”
“Really?  Great!  Let’s get one of his kneeling and cleaning boots, with his kit next to him!”
“Yes…   And maybe someone should be wearing the boots…”
“Me! Can I be the one?”
“I don’t see why not.  It’ll just be your legs in the picture.”
“Yes.  And in the garden, with all the trees in the background, and one of the jumps.”
“Perfect.  I’ll go get him dressed.  Let’s use the white folding chair in the shed.”
“Okay!”

Bobby was waiting in the stable with a towel wrapped round him.  He was all ready to protest about her treatment of him that morning, but when he saw what she had brought him to wear it went straight out of his mind.  His face fell.
“Not those…  Miss, please…”
“No arguments.  We’re having a photoshoot.  We’re going to make a cover for your flyer.”
“No!  I won’t!”
“Do you want me to bring Mellie out here to help you change?”
Bobby’s resolution collapsed.  “Do I have to…?”
Clarissa smiled gently.  “Yes, master Tucker – you do.  Now get dressed, please.”  And she left him to get ready.
She came out onto he lawn.  MĂ©lisande had set up the chair and brought out the little fabric case with boot-cleaning stuff from last time – that memorable last time.  Clarissa smiled at the recollection.
“He was so sweet that day,” she thought.  “And he’s still sweet.  A hulking teenager on the outside, but still just a little boy, really…”
“Is he getting ready, mummy?”
“Yes dear.  He’ll be out shortly.  I’m going to get the tripod to make sure I get some good shots.”
“My boots are a bit muddy.  Does it matter?”
“Not at all.  It’ll look more authentic.  Oh, here he is…”
Bobby had sidled reluctantly out of the stable, with a sulky expression on his face.  MĂ©lisande’s face lit up at the sight of him in those little sissy hot pants.  Clarissa seemed determined to embarrass him as much as possible.
“There, Bobby, you look gorgeous!  You should see yourself!  You’re going to be such a hit with the ladies at Pitt’s Wood – isn’t he, Mellie?”
MĂ©lisande snorted with mirth.  Perhaps he’s grown a bit since last time, she thought, because those little yellow and blue latex pants look cuter than ever, and his spandex “Boot Boy Bobby” T-shirt keeps riding up over his belly button.
“Mummy,” she giggled, “do you notice his whole outfit’s blue and yellow, but his face is bright red?”
Bobby glared at her.
“Put your cap on straight, there’s a sweetie,” said Clarissa, adjusting it slightly  “Here, I’ll take your jacket for now.”  She went down on one knee to tight his laces neatly and adjust his socks, then stood and fussed a little with his shirt and the frilled legs of his pants.  “You’ll do.  Back in a sec.”

He stood self-consciously, tugging at his pants.
“Pulling at them won’t make them any bigger than they are,” smirked Mélisande.
“Just stop staring, can’t you?”
 MĂ©lisande realised she could afford to be nice to him.  And she wanted him to be compliant in the photo shoot.
“Sorry, Bobby.  I didn’t mean anything.  It’s nice to have you living here for a bit.  We could play some games later if you felt like it.”
Bobby, mollified, accepted her apology.  If he was going to live here, he would rather they were friends.  And she did have some great board games.
“Yeah, okay.  Let’s.”
“Mummy lets me have computer games as well, now.”
“She does?  Great.  Which ones do you have?”
He thought they’d be kids’ ones, but even so…
“Oh, Spider Man…Sea-Thieves…”
“Really?  Cool!  Any others?”
But Clarissa had returned.
“Yes, you guys can play as soon as we’ve finished this.  So Bobby, the better you pose, the sooner we’ll be done.”
“Yes, Mrs Burlington.”
“Right.  So I’d like a few of you by yourself first.  Stand over there, with the trees in the back ground.”
She fitted her phone onto the trip and got behind it.
“Hands on hips.  Good.  Thumbs-up…peace sign, whatever.  Good smile…  Touch you cap…yes…  Thumbs in belt…  Stand on one leg…  Good, keep smiling…laugh, yes, even better…”
She had him responding to every instruction now.
“Okay…  Point at the lettering on your shirt…  Look cheeky….great!  Okay, jacket on…good…zip it right up…great, very smart…  Scout salute…haha, great!  Now, you’ve been a naughty boy…  Look worried…one finger against your lips…  other hand on the front of your pants…good…hold your willy…”
Not thinking, he did just as he was told.
“Got you!  You actually did it!  Hahaha.  Perfect!”
MĂ©lisande squealed with delight.
“No…!  Miss…  You tricked me!  That’s not fair!”
“Don’t worry.  Just joking.  I didn’t really snap that one.  But we need to get you at work now.  Mellie?  Take a seat please.  Bobby, if you could kneel in front of her.  Right.  Now, open your case…  What are you going to do first?  Brush…that’s good.  Get some of that mud off.”
Initially Clarissa was pleasantly surprised at his willingness to service her daughter’s boots.  She had to remind herself that this was his obsession.  True, he winced a little when MĂ©lisande put her foot in his lap for the final polish, but he completed the job and even smiled for the camera when instructed. 
“Bobby, well done.  I’ve got two or three perfect shots here.  Why don’t you guys go and get supper?  I’ll be in shortly.”
She sat on the folding chair and sent the best ones to Miss Poole.  She hesitated, then sent the one she had tricked him into as well.  And she sent all of them to Nicole, with the comment, “He was really cute today, and did everything – literally everything! – I asked of him.”
Nicole was at Lavinia’s, so the two of them had  a good giggle.  But Lavinia also wanted an update on something else.
“What happened about that other thing?  You know.  Has she mentioned it?”
“No, she hasn’t.  I was sort of hoping she’d call.  I didn’t really have an excuse to call her.”
“I don’t believe she would be up for anything like that.  Clarissa’s quite shy – quite naĂŻve, don’t you think?  I’m sure if she had done anything she would have rung you in a state!”
“Yes, absolutely.  I didn’t really expect her to go through with it.  Originally I was joking – but then she took it so seriously, so I thought, what the hey?  It would be fun if she did try.  She’d be so embarrassed…”
“Well, you’ve got an excuse now – so call her.”
“Okay…I will.”
She put her phone on speaker.
“Hello.  Nicole?”
“Clarissa!  How are you darling?”
“I’m fine.  Did you like the snaps?”
“Fantastic!”
“I wanted to get a good one to go on the front of Violet’s flyer, if she hasn’t finalised it.”
“Oh.  Good thinking.  No, she hasn’t.  One of those would be perfect!”
“Glad you think so.”
“So how’s everything?”
“Fine.  I’m getting the hang of it.  He seems quite happy with the new arrangements.”
“Good…  Excellent…  Er, is he managing to…contain his ardour?”
“Oh, yes…  I followed your advice.  Gave him a good firm milking this morning.”
Nicole gasped.  “You…gave him….”
“Yes.  Lucky I did, to judge by the amount of c-um he produced.  He didn’t like it, mind, but it had to be done.  I might have to do it more frequently from now on.  He’s at that age, isn’t he?  I think he’ll be much calmer and compliant if I do it regularly.”
Nicole was speechless.  She and Lavinia stared at each other open-mouthed.
“Niccy?  Are you there?”
“Ahem..er…yes, Clarissa, I’m here.  Yes that’s…very good news…well done…”
“No probs.  Look, I have to go help the kids with supper.  I’ll keep you updated, of course.”
“Yes, of course…  Well, bye for now…”
“Oh!  I almost forget.  One other thing before I go.  Mellie’s been complaining that it’s difficult for her to get fine control of Bobby’s head when he’s in that ball-gag hood.  In any case, there’s no reason for him to be gagged like that any more.  He’s totally committed now.”
“I see…”
“So she’s asking would it be possible for him to have a proper bit so she could attach the reins to it instead of the bridle.  It would make things easier for both of them.”
Nicole was delighted.  “Why, of course!  I should have thought of it earlier.  That’s a standard piece of tack.  I’ll pick up one from Fantastex, plus I’ll check Cynthia has the appropriate hood in stock.  Great idea, Clarissa.”
Thanks, Nicole.  Okay then – bye for now.”
“Bye!”
The ladies looked at each other silently for some moments.
“That was Clarissa, wasn’t it?” said Lavinia, slowly.
“I guess we…misjudged her…”
As indeed they had.  And so had someone else.

[Simonssister]

Chapter 119.

Clarissa kept Bobby in his Boot Boy outfit for the rest of the evening.  He and MĂ©lisande played happily till it was time for her to go to bed.  After Clarissa had got her to sleep, she joined Bobby in the living room.  He was fiddling with the television.  She took a seat in the middle of the sofa.
“Would you like anything to eat or drink, Bobby?”
He turned and faced her.  “No thank you, Mrs Burlington.  I’m fine.”  He paused.  “I wanted to ask you…”
“Yes?”
“You know, about this morning…”
“Yes?”
“I mean…  I didn’t expect you to really do that…”
“Didn’t you?  Well now you know I’ll do anything that’s needed.  And it was pretty clear you needed that.  If you’re going to be in your pony suit most of the time, and living here with us, you won’t have the same opportunities to take care of it yourself.  And I certainly don’t want you getting an erection when my daughter’s on your back.  And as your acting groom it’s my duty to attend to your needs.  Agreed?”
Bobby was taken aback by her frankness.  “Well, I guess…”
“I hope I wasn’t too rough…”
“Well…”  Bobby frowned slightly, trying to conceal his surprise.  He could hardly believe his luck.  Sexy Mrs Burlington was going to give him regular hand-jobs?  Well, that being the case, he might as well have them tailored to his satisfaction.
“I dunno…maybe a little…”
“Okay, noted.  But try to keep the noise down, and then I’ll leave your hood off.  Can you promise?”
“I’ll do my best, miss…”
“Good boy.”
Bobby struggled to keep a straight face.  Just thinking of it was make him hard.  But Clarissa was being equally duplicitous, pretending that for her it was purely a practical matter – though the truth was very different.
Standing in front of her, Bobby could feel his coc-k swelling and sliding up his tummy.  He decided to let nature take its course and see what her reaction would be.  Clarissa looked at him sternly.
“Bobby?  What are you thinking about?”
“Oops, sorry, miss.  I couldn’t help it.  These latex hot pants…”
“Don’t you dare blame it on your uniform!  You’ll be wearing it a lot in the future, so you’ll need to practise keeping yourself under control.  No, don’t run away.  Stay where you are.  Dear me, what am I going to do with you?  Naughty boy!  Don’t think for one minute…”
“No, of course not, Mrs Burlington!”
“Not here, at least.  You might wake up Mellie.  Go down to the stable.  Go on, quickly!  I’ll be right behind you.”
She had washed her milking gloves and hung them up to dry in the kitchen.  She paused only to slip them on, then headed after him.  She found him waiting sheepishly in a corner.
“Really, Bobby, how many times a day are you going to need me to do this?”
“Well, I guess…”
“That was a rhetorical question, you bad boy!  I should make you do it yourself.”
“I would, Mrs Burlington….if you’d let me…”
“Let you what?”
“Er…maybe…c-um on your boots?”
“How dare you!  Right.  That’s it.”  She sat down on a hay bale.  “Get across my knee.  Right now!”
“But…”
“Now!”
He approached.  She yanked him across her knee.
“You need a jolly good spanking, boy!”
She could feel his erection pressing against her upper thigh.  She spanked him as hard as she could, until she lost count.  At first he probably thought it was a bit of a joke.  But Clarissa was quite strong herself, and it was beginning to really hurt.
“Oww.  Stop it!”  He started to struggle.
“You’d better lie still, or you’ll wake up tomorrow to find your friends have your entire photo-album.”
“What?”
“Yes, stupid.  I copied all your contacts from your phone.  Just a little bit of insurance in case you start getting above yourself.  So lie still and take it, loser!”

She was glad she had her gloves on.  She carried on spanking till he started the whine, then to sob, and finally to plead.  His erection had softened, so she knew it must be hurting.  Eventually she stopped, breathless, and pushed him off.
“Right.  Now you learned your lesson you can clean my boots.  Yes, with your c-um.  I’m going out for a hack with some friends tomorrow, so you’d better make a good job of it.  Yes, and if they ask how I got them so nice and shiny I’ll tell them, too.  Go on.  Get on with it.”
He hesitated, then shuffled into position looked up at her with sad eyes. 
She patted his cheek.  “Good boy.  I hope you understand your position clearly now.  You play by my rules from now on, you do what I say, or believe me, you’ll live to regret it.  Understand?
“Yes…miss…”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 120.

Three days to go before Eleanor’s party.  Nicole was driving to Fantastex, Lavinia beside her and Barbara and Kaiya in the back.
“I still can’t get over Clarissa,” Lavinia was saying.
“I know.  She seems so nice.  But I was thinking about it, and I remembered how, when we first met her at that riding trial, she came over pretty bossy.  I think she’s been hiding her light under a bushel.  Now she’s in charge of Bobby all her toughness is coming out.”
“Good.  It’s reassuring.  He needs a firm hand, especially at his age.  We need to make sure we crush any hint of rebelliousness.  Eh, girls?”
“We’ll do our bit, miss,” cried Barbara.  “Won’t we?”
“You bet,” laughed Kaiya.  “’Specially when we get our new kit!”
“We’re here,” said Nicole, pulling into a parking space by a large colourful shopfront.

They alighted and headed inside, the girls lingering as they passed the windows.
“Babs – look at that!”
“Cool…”
Nicole greeted the lady on the till - motherly-looking fifty-something, with an unusual number of piercings for a woman of her age.
“Hi, Daphne!”
A younger, slightly ditzy-looking woman with frizzy hair appeared from a back door, and made her way towards them down the aisle full of latex masks and collars.
“Nicole, dear.  Come into the back.  Follow me, all of you.”
The “back” turned out to be an huge workshop, with women working at benches, cutting and glueing.  The smell of leather and latex was overpowering. 
“Cynthia – this is my best friend, Lavinia.”
“Nice to meet you at last.  I’ve heard so much about you.”
“And these are my new recruits – Barbara and Kaiya.”
“Hi, girls.  Nice to see you.”  She looked them up and down.  “You both have good figures.  I’m sure we won’t have any trouble fitting you.  Nicole, what did you have in mind?”
“Well, for now, Cynthia, just some basic apparel.  I have all the equipment myself.  So as regards leather I suggest thigh boots, leotards, gloves, collars, maybe spiked cuffs, and masks.  Latex?  Cat suits, gloves – short and elbow.  Oh, and open-face hoods with pony-tail extenders.  They always look good – sort of powerful.  Beyond that I’ll leave the girls to pick their own styles and colours.”
“Thank you, miss!”
“If you see anything else that takes your fancy…”
“Thank you!”
“Right, girls, if you’d like to follow me I’ll show you what’s available.  Nicole, excuse us.  I’ve got all Bobby’s new things packed and ready, by the way.  Daphne’s has the box under the counter.”

It was an hour and a half when they eventually left Fantastex, and they were loaded with bags, which together with Bobby’s box they stashed in the back of the car.  But their shopping wasn’t quite done.  Nicole took them further down the street to a department store, where they picked up a couple of cute little leather jackets, some leather shorts, two small trendy black leather backpacks, a supply of stockings and miscellaneous underwear, and a variety of jewellery and makeup.  Then it was back to Nicole’s, and a visit downstairs to allocate them drawers and wardrobe space.
“Miss?  So…when might we…you know, start assisting you?” asked Barbara.
“Soon enough, Barbara.  But your first duty is Eleanor’s party.”
“To protect Bobby, right?”
“Well…yes…but also to test his limits.  He was very interested in you two at Diana’s do, I noticed.  In your new boots I think he’ll be even more interested.  But he’ll also be firmly contained.  I’d like to find out how he adapts to constraint in the context of stimulating company.  So you can tease him a little and see how he copes.  We’ll talk more about this.  I’ve already sent Eleanor some basic aids to aid his compliance in our little experiment.  I’ll tell you more tomorrow.  But today I’d very much like to see what you acquired today.  Maybe a little fashion show…?”
“Yes, we’d love to,” said Kaiya.
“But first I have to courier something to Mrs Burlington.  I’ll get it packed while you get ready.  Back in a mo!”

[Simonssister]

Chapter 121.

Back at Clarissa’s house, Bobby was being a model pony, and an obedient boot boy.  He too had been under the illusion that Clarissa was a kind and somewhat naĂŻve lady, but she had comprehensively disabused him of that notion, and he felt that the only tactic for survival – or at least for a tolerable existence – was to take every opportunity to demonstrate his obedience and eagerness to please  both her and MĂ©lisande.  So now it was all, “yes, miss”, “right away, miss”, do you need your boots cleaned today miss?” and “miss, do you think my dressage is improving?  I’m trying really hard…” 
The afternoon of the visit to Fantastex, a motorbike courier arrived with a parcel.  When Clarissa unwrapped it, she found a brand new pink leather bridle, and a new heavy hood of brown latex, complete with ears.  But on this hood the built-in cheek-rings were dispensed with, and instead of an integral ball-gag there was an opening for the mouth.  The steel cheek-rings were attached the bridle by a leather strap that encircled head and passed through guides on the vertical cheek pieces.  Attached between the rings was the bit itself, a thick but flexible rubber cylinder narrowing at the sides to accommodate Bobby’s teeth.  The leather strap could be easily adjusted with a buckle at the back of the neck.  The reins could now attached direct to the bit rings, giving the rider much better control over her mount’s movement.
Clarissa smile.  “Bobby’s going to have such a surprise!  And so will Mellie.  I won’t show them till tomorrow.”

Bobby had learned his lesson, and made sure to be awake and ready in the morning.  Clarissa had settled on a routine of brisk efficiency.  His complaints were silenced by a “no talking” rule.  After toileting and an enema, in went his plug, secured by three (and a half) pumps, followed, as a matter of course, by a good firm milking, during which, on pain of a couple of strokes of the whip, he had to stifle any temptation to moan out loud.  Clarissa rolled on a condom before she got started, so obviate messy accidents, and so that she could witness the results of her efforts.  Bobby helped by presenting her with a good hard erection.  Their interaction bred mutual affection, and he found her mere proximity aroused him.  And for her part she used a kitchen clip to close the filled condom and popped it into the back of the freezer – as a record, she told herself.  After the milking, on went his chastity device and sheath, his tail, then the saddle and girths, and finally his hood and bridle.  But this morning, when Clarissa slid the heavy hood on, encasing his whole head, he was surprised to discover that as well as the eyes and nose aperture, this hood had a mouth opening too.
“Miss?”
“Shh.  Yes, at last you’re going to have a proper bit, because you’ve finally learned how to keep quiet.  Now hold still.”
She buckled on the head harness, then, squatting in front of him, threaded the two ends of the bit strap through the guides, reached round, and buckled them at the back of his neck, making sure the bit was firmly in his mouth.
“How’s that?  Not too tight?”
He shook his head.  With the bit over his tongue it was still difficult to talk.  She clipped the short reins to the rings.
“There.  Now why don’t you give Mellie a surprise?  Wait for her outside – whoa, hold on, I haven’t finished.  Wait for her outside, with her whip in your mouth, yes?  Make her smile.  Here…”
She placed Mélisande’s whip between his teeth.
“Got it?  Right.  She’ll be here in a couple of minutes.”
When she walked out onto the lawn, MĂ©lisande whooped with delight.  “Bobby!  You clever pony!”  He reminded her of a dog biting on its favourite stick eagerly waiting to go walkies.
“Mummy!  You got what I wanted.  Thank you!”
“Thank Nicole.  She sent it over yesterday.  I hope it’ll help.”
“It’ll be much better.  I’ll be able to steer him properly now.”  She took her whip from Bobby’s mouth.  “Thank you pony!”  she laughed, mounting him.  “Let’s try out your new tack, shall we?”
And with one smack of her whip they were off.

[Simonssister]

Chapter 122.

It was the day before Eleanor’s party.  Late that afternoon, Nicole loaded Bobby’s cardboard box into her car and drove to Clarissa’s.  She smiled as she went along.  She had been very happy with the girls’ outfits, and she was sure Bobby would be impressed too.  She would pick them up the next morning, then collect him, and take all them straight to Eleanor’s.  She had explained to Eleanor his persona would be much different from the brash little tart she had witnessed at Pitt’s Wood.  Instead he would be a demure girl, pretty and refined, something to be ogled and petted, but definitely not interfered with in any way.  At least, not directly.  She hadn’t ruled out the use of delicate instruments, like feather dusters, paintbrushes, or even lightweight whips.  In fact he was going to be so sweet and modest and shy, Nicole was slightly concerned he might try to hide from his admirers – so she had provided Eleanor with a few simple accessories to counter any such tendencies.  But today she was delivering his outfit, and Clarissa had kindly offered to get him ready the following morning.
She arrived just in time to encounter MĂ©lisande riding him in from the afternoon’s training. 
“Hi, Mellie!  How are you?”
“Fine, thank you, miss.  And that you for his new tack!  It makes him so much easier to steer.  Doesn’t it, Bobby?”
Bobby made an inarticulate “ugh” sound.  His rider, delighted at the ease which she could now wrench his head this way or that, hadn’t made much attempt to break him in gently, and now his jaw was aching.  Not that he’d dare to tell her.  MĂ©lisande dismounted, and the ladies took him back into the stable for his shower.  He was stripped off unceremoniously, his device removed, and left to soap himself whilst they sat and discussed plans for the next day.
“We’ll try his outfit on tonight, then,” said Nicole, “but I’m sure it’ll fir perfectly.”
“He’s going to look fab…”
“I think so.  And you’ll do his makeup?”
“It’ll be a pleasure.  MĂ©lisande wants to help, of course.  I’ll style his hair, too.  And I’ll give his kit to the girls in case anything needs touching up during the day.”
“Great.  Actually, I think he’s going to enjoy himself tomorrow.  He hasn’t had the opportunity to dress up in lovely light, pretty clothes for some time.  It was Barbara and Kaiya made me think that might be the way for him.”
“It might be, Nicole.  But he’s a great pony, and I can tell you in the mornings he’s all boy!”
“Ah, yes, Clarissa.  So…  Have you been…keeping him out of mischief?  I must say, I didn’t expect you to be quite so enthusiastic about it…”
“Really?  Oh, yes, I love it…” she blurted.  Then tried to row back.  “I mean…that’s to say…well, it’s a necessity, of course, and I try to make sure he’s well and truly…you know…”
“Is once a day enough?”
“Not always, Nicole!  Sometimes I have to do it two or three times!  You wouldn’t believe how much…  I mean, I suppose he’s at that age….”
Nicole laughed.  “Sounds as though he’s having a great time.  You too, maybe…?”
“I don’t know what your implying,” said Clarissa, colouring.  “It’s not easy, you know, keeping him in check…”
“I was only joking darling.  You’re doing a great job.  It’s a lot of hard work, I know.  But it won’t be forever…”
“Oh, I don’t mind…  I don’t mind at all, Nicole.  It’s nice to have a boy about the place.  And MĂ©lisande and he have become good friends.  No, he can stay here as long as he wants as far as I’m concerned…”  She lapsed in silence, staring into space.
Nicole raised an eyebrow but said no more.  Bobby appeared at the door of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel.
“Here he is!” smile Nicole.  “Bobby, let’s go in.  I have some new gear for you to try on.  No, don’t make a face.  I think you’re going to like this outfit.”