Shorty strode up to the club; the weather was filthy but with what she was wearing, rain would have no effect. The large bouncer stared out into the darkness, shielded from the elements by the generous canopy above him. Its material contorted in the wind but it was well made and showed no ill effects of the battering the wind was giving it. His gaze locked onto Shorty as she emerged from the shadows. The bouncer surveyed the young woman as she approached, 'Too young,' he thought, probably a clubber exploring the area's night life. "Sorry miss, private club," apologised the bouncer. Shorty flung open her raincoat; she was a vision in tight latex, short black hair, small frame, not tiny like she might break, but shaped and toned by her workout routine. The bouncer was stunned for a moment, then snapped back into reality. "I even know the password." Shorty smiled. "Go right in," the bouncer croaked, mouth suddenly dry, as he pushed open the door. Shorty stepped through.

Shorty strolled down the plush corridor towards the female maître d.' She smiled, "Can I see your ticket," she enquired. Shorty produced it with a flourish. "Ahh, I see this is your first visit to us, I'll get Clare to show you around." Clare appeared from a room marked 'private.' "Hi, I'm Clare, I'll show you around," she informed. Clare and Shorty were very similar; same height, around the same age, same short black hair, even similar outfits.

Clare led Shorty into the main room, "That's the bar," pointed Clare, "Then over there is the main floor, then we have the stage and of course the seating. And then through that door we have various smaller themed rooms where people can be more intimate." People milled around in various exotic outfits; some gave Shorty admiring glances as they passed. The club had a friendly atmosphere with just the right air of sadism.

"Fancy a drink?" enquired Clare. The pair selected a pair of stools in front of the bar and ordered. The drinks arrived promptly. "Now where to start," wondered Clare aloud, "Sexuality?" she enquired. "Bi," Shorty replied. "Oh, I'm straight myself, although I have kissed a few other women." "And what turns you on?" enquired Clare with a grin. "Bondage, Latex, humiliation, that sort of thing." "Dom or sub?" inquired Clare, "Dom usually, although if I could find the right mistress I'd like to try being a submissive." "Well you've come to the right place," Clare replied, flashing her engaging smile.

As if on cue, Rebecca strode in through the double doors, cape flowing behind her. She was a gorgeous redhead. Bright red lipstick. Her large breasts encapsulated in latex and supported from below by a leather corset provocatively clinching in her waist. Everyone in the place turned to admire her. "That's Rebecca," informed Clare "She's top dog; every sub in the place longs for a session with her, if they're not too afraid that is." Rebecca was the archetypal dominatrix, Shorty noticed. She even had a whip hanging down from her belt.

Shorty was transfixed by this tall beautiful women. She exuded power and influence over the others. A thrill of expectation shot through Shorty as a warm feeling began to emanate from her crotch. "She looks like the right mistress to me." "What? Rebecca, give you her attention! You've no chance, not until you have a reputation." "She won't bother with someone without experience; have you had any training?" asked Clare. "No, but I reckon she might make an exception for me." "We'll see." replied Clare sceptically.

Shorty pulled up at Rebecca's stables, a really impressive and well-kept estate. Shorty strolled up to the house. True to Clare's word, Rebecca had initially been reluctant to grant an audience to a novice, but a few naked photos of Shorty's toned little body destroyed all the reservations she had.

Rebecca seeing Shorty pull up went to greet her. "Hi," welcomed Rebecca. She was as gorgeous as ever in her checkered riding shirt and brown cords. The pair moved to the kitchen where they drank tea together and chatted before starting the session. "This is a working stable so we'll have to confine ourselves to my dungeon." "You have a dungeon?" replied Shorty. "Oh yes, it's fully fitted out. Today's generally extremely quiet but people do come and go." Shorty checked the hair grip in her hair and then stepped into the gloom and down the staircase. "Get changed and I'll be along shortly." Shorty stripped down to her little white panties. She rummaged through her bag and pulled out a tight latex crop top that really accentuated her full tits.

Soon the dungeon door opened again, followed by Rebecca striding purposefully down the stairs. Rebecca was resplendent in her full dominatrix outfit. Her hugely tall stiletto boots went all the way up to mid-thigh. The diagonal top ended in a fastening to her suspender belt, the stretchy rubber accentuating every beautiful curve of her legs. Shiny gloves covered her arms well past the elbow. Again her large breasts were encapsulated by tight latex. Her corset outlines her breasts and sweeps down over her crotch where it curves underneath to meet the back of the garment. A large belt with shiny buckle tops off the outfit, while the brightest red lipstick shows off her gorgeous full lips to their best. "Don't look at me!" Ordered Rebecca. "Look at the floor." Shorty did as she was told.

Rebecca took down a collar from a hook on the wall. Shorty admired the collar as Rebecca brought it to her. Rebecca undid the buckle and opened the collar before offering it up to Shorty's neck. Placing it round Shorty's neck she guided the strap through the buckle. The bonding process had begun. Rebecca's eyes never left Shorty's gaze conferring many emotions without a word passing between them. Rebecca pulled the strap, tightening the collar around Shorty's attractive young neck. Shorty's face became flushed with the dirtiness of the situation. Being held by the neck collar felt to her like a lover's embrace.

Rebecca picked up the end of a cord that was fed through a ring attached to a roof beam. She expertly tied it through a ring attached to the collar, The cord's other end was then pulled tight and tied to a ring on the wall. Rebecca grasped Shorty's wrists and pulled her arms back behind her back. Rebecca then began to bind Shorty's wrists together. Next a pair of ankle cuffs lined with a soft furry material were attached around Shorty's ankles; a padlock clicked together through the eyelets of the restraints meant not only could they not be removed but that they were joined together. A hood placed over her head would for now be the last instrument of bondage applied to young Shorty. With that Rebecca turned and left so that the period of sensory depravation could begin.

Shorty began to writhe, struggling at her bonds. Rebecca might be an excellent dominatrix, but she had underestimated Shorty and not taken nearly as much care as she should have with her bonds. You see, amongst other things, Shorty was, and occasionally still is, a 'Magician's Assistant.' The pretty face means the audience do not realise she is somewhat of an expert in escapology. Slowly, knowing she has plenty of time, Shorty works at her bonds. Keeping her wits about her, what seemed like tight bonds to Rebecca weren't that tight at all, and Shorty quickly has the rope securing her wrists dropping to the floor. The hood and the cord are quickly dispensed with and the hair grip is quickly taken from her hair and used to pick the padlock. Free, Shorty goes over to her bag and pulls out a length of black rope which she forms into a noose which she lays out on the floor on the spot where she was standing. In her hand she holds a pair of shiny new hand cuffs. Liking the feel of the collar, Shorty keeps it on.

The dungeon door swings open and Rebecca descends into the gloom. The dungeon is dimly illuminated by just one light bulb. Rebecca strides toward her captive but is surprised not to see her form. 'Maybe she got tired being forced to stand and managed to break the cord,' thinks Rebecca. Undeterred, Rebecca reaches the spot where she'd left her victim. Shorty quickly draws in the rope. The wide noose quickly tightens. The noose meets the point of Rebecca's stiletto which acts as a ramp, allowing the rope to travel all the way up to the ankle. The rope draws taught as the noose is fully tightened around Rebecca's ankles, the special one-way knot ensuring the noose will not open. Rebecca is taken completely by surprise. As she turns to look at Shorty, she inevitably trips up on the noose. Instinctively she puts her arms out to save herself from the fall. In a flash Shorty darts over and restrains Rebecca's wrist with a handcuff. Immediately the other wrist is brought together with the first and locked together behind her back. Rebecca is immobilised. Rebecca starts to scream her protestations. Unwittingly opening her mouth wide open makes it that much easier for Shorty to slip the bit into her mouth and secure its straps behind Rebecca's head. Rebecca is now not only immobilised but gagged.

Shorty stands back to inspect her work. Rebecca the proud dominatrix is now writhing on the floor, desperately trying to free herself. "Pitiful," spits Shorty, disparagingly.

Shorty considered the gagging; she'd never had to do it forcibly before. Gagging had always been the pinnacle of surrender to her before now -- her slave, maybe willingly, in fact longing to surrender their ability both to speak or to scream out in pain. The unspoken exchange of emotion was truly at its highest at that moment. Would the slave be longing to be deprived of the means of speech? Shuffling to bring their mouth closer to the gag held out in front of them, or would they lean back? Afraid, cowering from this instrument of restraint, a restraint denying them their most powerful form of protest, denying them their ability to say 'NO' to your punishments.

"Whoa," calm down girlie," whispers Shorty as she kneels by her captive. "I assume you're wondering why I have done this. Well, I've done the whole pony play thing, but have grown tired of all my ponies. They're all too willing to do my bidding. I decided I needed a horse with a bit of fire. I felt I needed a wild mare that I could tame and I chose you. When I saw you all proud and free, I was delighted by your power and looks. That's when I knew I had found my quarry and that's when I started to plan." Shorty looked into her captive's eyes. They were set with fire and defiance, enhanced by her teeth clenched tightly around the rubber bit. "Now!" Pondered Shorty. "How do I transform you from dominatrix into a pony without getting kicked by an angry hoof in the process?" Shorty surveyed the well-equipped dungeon as a plan started to form.

Shorty bent down and picked up the reins attached to the harness holding the bit. "Hmm, every good horse needs a name. I shall call you Red because of your luxuriant Red Mane." With that Shorty pulled the reins in the direction she wanted Red to move. Red was a reluctant pony, lying on the floor. Shorty congratulated herself on such a fine choice of beautiful steed. Red was proud and Shorty knew she had to break that if she was to ever tame her new pony. Red, although lying down was facing Shorty, staring daggers at her. Red felt humiliated, 'what a thing to happen to Rebecca the proud Dominatrix.' Shorty yanked the reins, causing Red's head to jerk in an uncomfortable snapping motion. Red resisted, but two more harder snaps and she'd had enough of the sharp pain it caused. Red eased forward and then turned over onto her knees preparing to rise to her feet. Red had little experience of this manoeuvre and it wasn't helped by her arms being held behind her where they couldn't aid her balance. Red managed it and even managed to look proud as she gracefully stood upright. Red glared down at her new mistress. Red stood over 6 ft in her stilettos compared to Shorty's 5 ft 6.

Another snap goaded Red over to her own bondage table. Red, ankles held together by the rope could only hobble to the required position. 'Another element in the shaming and degradation of Rebecca,' Shorty thought to herself as she grinned. The table had been left in the vertical position. Shorty positioned Red in front of it and quickly found the straps used for securing the captive. Four straps later straight across Red's body and the table could be lowered. Shorty secured Red's right ankle by one of the table's proper ankle straps, then the lower two securing straps were released and the noose that had hobbled Red was removed and discarded. Shorty held Red's now free left leg securely, expecting at any moment for it to kick out. Shorty moved down to the foot or the table where she knew she couldn't be harmed.

Shorty grasped Red's boot by the ankle and started to pull it off. Shorty paused, she'd forgotten to undo the fastening to Red's suspender belt. After undoing both fastenings she quickly removed Red's boots only to replace them with a pair styled like horse's hooves, designed to look like a hoof but also to allow the pony to walk normally; that fact would be important later. The lowest strap went back on securely holding down Red's ankles allowing Shorty to remove the strap across the chest while still keeping the squirming Red confined. Next off came the belt and then the corset which had no arm holes and simply secured at the front. The clingy top and knickers were simply cut off. "I'll buy you new ones," assured Shorty, knowing how much other women care about their clothes. Red's ankle's were again connected together by cuffs with a length of rope between them, long enough to allow walking and cantering, but not so long that she could kick out at any effective height. Bringing the table back to the vertical, Shorty removed the straps and hitched Red up to a convenient post. Comfortable wrist restraints were applied and then the cuffs removed. The transformation from dominatrix to pony was almost complete. A harness to accentuate and control Rebecca's large shapely breasts was the only thing added except for a headpiece with feathers which topped Red off perfectly. Red could feel a draft waft over her naked genitals. 'At least that felt good,' she thought to herself.

Shorty led Red over to a full length mirror. Although enslaved, Rebecca couldn't help admiring herself in the mirror. She was a really good looking pony, she thought to herself. 'Well, she's got her way,' thought Rebecca, 'I wonder what she's got in store for me now?.'

Shorty decided to hitch Red to the post again. Red pulled against the reins in defiance, but Shorty kept snapping them to show who was in command. Shorty changed from her latex gear into something more suitable, a riding outfit including jodhpurs. Shorty had had to go out to her car to get it as she could only fit so much in her bag.

While outside Shorty had surveyed the surroundings. The place was dead, not a soul in sight. 'Perfect,' she thought.

Shorty grasped Red's reins again and proceeded to lead her up the stairs. Red protested. "Shit!" Rebecca shouted but was muffled by the bit. 'She wants to take me outside, I could be seen by anyone.' The more Shorty pulled the more Red resisted. Shorty could see her pony would need some encouragement, a little painful encouragement. Shorty twisted Red's ear a little and persuaded her toward the stairs. Red's reluctance resulted in a further twist. 'Ow,' protested a muffled Rebecca before collaborating with her new mistress.

After being brought outside, Red surveyed the area and seeing no one calmed down a little. The hot sun warmed the naked areas of her skin enabling her to relax slightly. "Red, you're a really beautiful pony. You've taken a lot of getting ready but I feel it's been worth it." A crafty idea shot through Rebecca's mind. A hot stream of piss streamed from her. Straight onto the toe of Shorty's shiny boot. Rebecca proceeded to direct the stream up the boot by which time Shorty had lifted her boot out of the rapidly growing puddle of piss. A feeling of relief washed over Red. She'd at least got back slightly at Shorty. "Still got a little fire in ya." This reminded Shorty of the finishing touch. Shorty hitched Red up to a hitching post and went to get the last item of pony equipment. Rebecca's eyebrows shot up with surprise as Shorty quickly returned with a tail! Shorty gently teased Red's poo hole with her finger until it enlarged and opened slightly. She slipped in her finger and turned it, feeling the inside of her captive. She pulled open the hole a little more and slipped in the narrow end of the butt plug/tail. She then pulled her finger out and slowly pushed the shallow cone of the plug home. Red's anus widened as it accepted it, its shape forcing her hole to grow until it reached the tapered section whereby it snapped back to conform to the circumference of the narrow shaft at the top of the cone. The full flowing tail hung down just like a horse's. Shorty ran her hand through it and then gave it a tug, sending a thrill through Red's behind.

Shorty led Red over to the exerciser. The device consisted of four arms connected cross-wise. A motor rotated the contraption causing the attached 'horse' to walk round in a circle. Red had become less uncooperative as the day progressed but on seeing the exerciser she reacted as badly as ever. Shorty had to drag Red over to it and found it really hard to attach her to the device. Shorty managed it and let out a sigh of relief; she then ran over to the controls and switched it on. The machine jerked into life and drew Red round behind it. Rebecca had had the machine installed and knew she couldn't do anything but follow the machine round save being dragged around in the dirt. As Shorty watched Rebecca she wallowed in this new level of degradation she had enforced on her, so much she pushed her hand down her pants and lightly rubbed her fanny as a reward to herself. Being led around by the machine, connected by a set of reins, Rebecca had become totally de-humanised. She was no longer Rebecca, she had truly become Red, Shorty's pony. It was a gorgeous sight, thought Shorty as she turned up the speed to a trot. Red's breasts bounced up and down as she trotted around the circle.

After ten minutes of this, Shorty stopped the machine. Shorty strolled over to Red with a riding crop in her right hand. She ran the tip of the crop down Red's back and then around and across her breasts. Finally she ran it all the way up her neck, forcing Red to tilt back her chin. Red glared at Shorty refusing to look away in this battle of wills. Pleased by this Shorty flashed a smile and gave Red a peck on the cheek leaving Red perplexed. Shorty reached up and unhitched the reigns from the arm. Shorty walked back toward the house leading Red behind her by the reins. Shorty stopped and circled back behind Red. Shorty leaned over, her mouth next to Red's ear. "OK Red, I'm now going to mount you and you're going to take me for a ride." "Now you will follow my orders won't you?" Shorty explained in a calm manner. "If you're a good pony I'll go easy on you, but if you're a bad pony I won't hesitate to use the whip." "I'm sorry I don't have a saddle I'll just have to ride you bareback, but you don't mind do you?" Shorty patronised. With that she placed her hands on Red's shoulders and in one motion leaped onto Red's back. Shorty held her thighs together tightly around Red's waist while wrapping her arms loosely around Red's neck. Red stooped forward slightly to further accommodate her rider. "Giddy up" commanded Shorty. A few taps on Red's arse with the crop quickly had her up to a trot. The difference in build was a big advantage to Rebecca as she had developed strong muscles from working at the stables, while Shorty was relatively light. Shorty loved riding Rebecca, galloping around the lush paddock. After they'd rounded a corner Shorty would administer a light slap or two on the arse and soon Red would be back up to full speed. After about ten minutes of this alternating between trotting and galloping Shorty noticed Red starting to flag. Shorty guided Red back to the house. "Whoa." With that she dismounted smartly. "Good pony," complimented Shorty. "I'm going to give you a treat now." With that, Shorty loosened Red's bit. "You can have a drink," informed Shorty. "You know where the trough is." Red was disgusted by this thought, but she was parched, her throat dry after her exertion. She trotted over, knelt down and dipped her face in the trough. The cold water felt great against her skin on this hot day. Shorty found herself admiring her pony's ass in the air, the tail hanging down sexily between her calves.

Shorty strolled into the nearest paddock and lay down in the grass, surveying the scenery. Red had finished her drink. She looked round and saw Shorty lying down in the paddock. Shorty was admiring the scenery and looking at the clouds drifting lazily across the sky. Red thought of running away from her tormentor, but who would untie her? Red resigned herself to the fact that she needed Shorty if she was to be untied. With that she trotted back and lay down next to her. Shorty stroked Rebecca's skin as you would a real pony. Rebecca revelled in the cool breeze wafting over her. Rebecca thought to herself that maybe she should go naked outdoors more often.

Shorty slides over to Red and places a hand between her shoulder blades. She then presses on Red's back who leans forward to accommodate her. Shorty sits behind Red and starts to massage her shoulders. Red closes her eyes as Shorty's fingers soothe away the tensions in her neck. After a minute or so of this, Shorty lays back, pulling Rebecca down with her. Rebecca is now lying back, squashing Shorty's breasts against her torso. Shorty resumes Red's massage. Her hands move down Red's body and soon Shorty's delicate fingers are caressing Red's large breasts. Red lets out a sigh of delight, Shorty begins to kneed Red's breasts, breast flesh squeezing between her fingers, Shorty starts to tease and twiddle Red's hard nipples. Red is lost, her consciousness cast adrift in a sea of erotic sensation. "My cunt," purrs Red breathlessly. Muffled by the bit, these are the only words Red can manage to get out. Shorty's right hand reluctantly leaves Red's heaving breast and snakes down to her crotch. Shorty's two longest fingers find their mark and begin to probe Rebecca's inner recesses, pulsing in and out, feeling the contours of her opening. The tingling builds in Red. "No! This isn't what I planned," shouts Shorty. Her fingers leave Red with a plop. She pushes Red forward and extricates herself from beneath her. 'What?' thinks Red, the orgasmic glow rapidly leaving her body. 'I was just starting to enjoy this.' Red's spirit dropped, disappointed hardly summed up her emotions. stimulated to a high state of arousal but no climax left her feeling frustrated.

Red stared into the distance to see where Shorty had gone. Shorty had gone. No she hadn't; she appeared from a round the side of the house with a hose which she turned on. Water spilled out onto a patch of dirt. 'What does she want with that?' thought Red as a large muddy puddle began to form. "Kneel!" Shorty commanded, pointing to the edge of the mud. Red didn't move, she simply sneered. Shorty raised her crop and began tapping it against her open palm, she then closed her fist around the crop's end, with that she began to bend it, visually demonstrating the force of her will. Red gulped. "I've been looking forward to using this you know." Shorty purred menacingly. Red stared at the floor. 'What can I do?' she thought. "Now being the merciful type, a failing I know, probably caused by my cute femininity, I'm prepared to give you one more chance." Slowly, Red moved over to the puddle and knelt before it, trying to look defiant. In reality Shorty had shaken this formerly proud woman's icy demeanour. Shorty surveyed her pony. Red's teeth were still separated by the bit, 'Hmm, that's no good for the next part,' thought Shorty. Shorty went over and stood before Red, the mud sucking at Shorty's boots as she moved. "I'm going to remove your bit now, but you're not to speak." "One word and it goes back on." Shorty knew this was an empty threat, but she kept up the pretence and Red wasn't to know she wasn't sincere. Red had become accustomed to her bridle, She'd bitten into the rubber during times of stress, and it is in this capacity that it had provided the most relief. As the day had progressed she'd grown used to it; she had warmed to Shorty during her kinder moments and transferred some of these feelings to the bridle. 'Shorty had desired I wear it, given it to me like a gift, well no actually she'd forced it into my mouth, as she restrained me,' thought Red who had begun to take pride in wearing it, a symbol of Shorty's commitment to Red. On the other hand she had been wearing it for a couple of hours now and her jaw muscles had started to ache a little. Shorty released the buckles and grasping the metal ring on each side gently pulled the bit from Red's mouth. "Thank you Mistress," exclaimed Red, instantly realising her mistake. 'Oh no she'll put it back in,' worried Red to herself. Shorty just smiled. Red began to exercise her tired jaw muscles. 'Perhaps my subconscious wanted it back in,' chuckled Red to herself as a smile escaped her lips. Shorty let the crop fall from her hand as she stepped into the wide but shallow mud puddle. Shorty rolled up her sleeves and bent down. She plunged her hand into the mud and pulled out a sloppy mass of mud which dripped profusely. In one motion she hurled the wet mass at Red's chest. Slap! the mud splattered across Red's voluminous breasts. Shorty knelt down next to Red at the dry edge of the puddle. Red turned towards her mistress like an attentive slave should. Shorty pressed her palms onto Red's tits and slowly massaged the mud, spreading it all over. Shorty felt Red's tits were enormous, she even had to return to the puddle for more mud. The couple stared into each others eyes as Shorty continued massaging the mud into Red's breasts. Red couldn't help smiling. The massage felt great, and she wallowed in the attention her breasts were getting. Shorty continued to massage Red's breasts long after they were fully covered. She couldn't tear herself away, she couldn't bring herself to stop kneading the pliant warm flesh coated with the cold sloppy mud.

Eventually Shorty decided it was time to move on. Shorty stood up and stood over Red. "Face the mud." Shorty commanded harshly. With that she placed one hand on Red's back and one under her ass. She then purposely shoved Red forward. Red, unprepared, fell forward. 'Splash!' Her body sent splashed mud in all directions as she hit. "Writhe in filth! BITCH!" Shorty screamed. The switch in temperament caught Red off guard. She wanted to please her new attentive mistress in order to win her favours. Red hadn't been able to put her hands out this time as they were still securely bound behind her. Her entire front was painted brown by the mud. Red knelt upright; she bowed her head down to the left tying to wipe the mud from her left eye with her shoulder but she couldn't reach. Seeing this, Shorty felt instant remorse. She loved the skin of mud conforming perfectly to Rebecca's form, sun glinting from the wet surface but she hadn't foreseen this. She stepped forward, her booted feet disappeared under the puddle's surface. "It's ok, I've got it." Shorty soothed. She pulled her shirt out of her trousers and used the material to wipe the mud from Red's eyes. 'Yes,' felt Red, her mistress did care for her after all. Red's mind darted back to memories of her childhood where her mother would do these things, such as cleaning her face. Two clean patches of skin appeared. Instantly Red's eyes split open, the clean patches revealing her brilliant white eyes and the cool green of her irises. Red felt a maternal glow as Shorty cared for her.

The cleaning finished, Shorty stood again. "Now I want you to cover yourself in this mud, not an inch of skin is to be left uncovered." Shorty was stern but this time Red could sense her affectionate undertone. 'Shorty was creating something and I was her canvas,' felt Red. 'She's determined to get what she wants but she still cares underneath it all.' The mud felt good, Red lay back coating her other side. Red liked to lie down and the mud was soft, conforming to her body squeezing into the gap between her butt cheeks. Shorty admired Red's new second skin as it glistened in the sunlight. It conformed like latex but without the odd crease you might find on a cat suit. Short pulled a camera from her bag. She must record these images for posterity, she thought.

Shorty retrieved the head harness from its place of safety and approached the puddle. Red smiled as she contemplated her impending restraint. Red threw back her head and opened her mouth wide to accept the bit. Shorty returned the bit to Red's mouth and tightened the harness's straps. "Must have you looking your best!" Shorty then started snapping away with her camera. By this time Red had become eager to please her mistress. As Shorty circled Red to get the best angles, Red would face the camera and pose for each shot. "Brilliant," encouraged Shorty. "Now writhe about in the mud." "Now give me a big smile." Red gave the biggest smile her bridle would allow. After about ten minutes Shorty has finished and put away the camera.

Feeling now would be the right time to end the scene, Shorty fished Red's reins from the mud and led her back to the house. Like any good stable hand Shorty decided to wash the mud off of her charge before leaving. Before entering the house Shorty turned to Red and bent down, she then grasped Red's right angle and undid her shoe which she dropped to the floor. After removing the other one Shorty walked into the house through the back door leading the now obedient Red behind her. As Shorty led her up the stairs Red guessed they were heading for the shower. In the bathroom Shorty turned to Red and beckoned her into the tub. Shorty turned on the water and placed her hand in the stream, adjusting the temperature dial until she got it right. Shorty gently guided Red into the spray which started to liberate the ingrained mud. Shorty started to rub the mud from Rebecca's body. The mud had given Rebecca wonderfully smooth skin. Rebecca writhed with pleasure as she enjoyed Shorty's massage. Shorty forgot about removing the mud; she was enjoying massaging Rebecca too much. Rebecca gradually turned around, so Shorty's back rub turned into a chest massage. Shorty's hands ranged across Rebecca's huge glistening breasts. Rebecca's hard nipples scored a path across Shorty's palms, at least they would have if the water and mud wasn't such a good lubricant.

The temperature began to rise in the small bathroom and Shorty realised she was getting wet so she started to remove some of her clothes. Shorty, realising she needed a shower as well, decided 'what the hell' and stripped off completely before hopping in the tub. Rebecca's eyes widened briefly at the sight of Shorty's tiny frame. Red was still constrained by her various restraints. Now that the outfit was free of mud, Shorty decided to remove it. Undoing the buckles she dropped the chest harness to the floor followed by the wrist cuffs. Shorty got back to work rubbing the mud from Rebecca's body. This process some became bilateral with both parties' hands wandering all over each other. Soon they'd moved on from rubbing their hands over each others bodies to rubbing their bodies together. Shorty pulled the tall Rebecca down to her height and the couple kissed, Shorty's tongue exploring Rebecca's mouth and the bit therein.

Hampered by the harness, Shorty decided that the time was right to finally remove it, even though Rebecca looked so gorgeous in it. Rebecca quickly exercised her jaw like you would in that situation, "Wait here," Rebecca spoke softly before hoping out of the tub and disappearing into her bedroom. She soon returned, proudly presenting a huge strap-on double dildo. Shorty balked a little at the tremendous girth before Rebecca produced a tube of lubricant. Hanging the dildo from the shower rail, Rebecca squirted a large dollop of gel onto her fingers before introducing it to Shorty's cunt. 'It's much more fun applying it to you, than the dildo," intoned Rebecca as she applied the gel. The coldness of the gel came as a shock to Shorty who was soon squirming with delight with each probe of Rebecca's lubricated fingers. Rebecca administered another dollop to herself before taking down the strap-on. The two exchanged glances like two school girls who knew they were about to do something really naughty. Placing her left hand on Shorty's back to brace herself, Rebecca inserted the head of the dildo, parting Shorty's labia in the process. A gentle push inserted the device fully home, then Rebecca secured the belt around Shorty's tiny waist. Rebecca looked up to be greeted by Shorty's approving smile embellished with a devilish sneer turning up the corner of her mouth. With that, Rebecca guided the head of the protruding cock into her own opening. Shorty pushed her enormous phallus all the way in. Rebecca sighed as the cold plastic cooled the walls of her hot pussy. The couple locked in a genital embrace soon had their arms around each other basking in the warmth of each other's bodies. Standing still, the pair rested against each other before the exertion that was to come. Their rest was cut short as neither could resist the other any longer. Shorty began to thrust her pelvis in and out of her new lover. The pair's gaze locked together; they shared long deep lingering wet kisses. By the end they'd know every part of each other's mouths intimately.

Shorty's strokes increased in speed. Rebecca felt she had to brace herself against the force of her young lover's thrusts. Rebecca's arms reluctantly left Shorty's back and searched out any protrusion that she could gain purchase against. Bracing herself against a cabinet and part of the shower, Rebecca pressed herself against the wall. Rebecca was so hot from the sex and so turned on she felt she might faint. Summoning any reserves of concentration she had left, she reached up and directed the shower head onto their writhing bodies. The cool water spray drenched their sweaty bodies removing the excess heat, and returning the pair to a comfortable temperature. "Ohh, ohh, ohhh," groaned Rebecca, her eyes tightly shut. Rebecca thought the dildo felt great but her orgasm wasn't coming. "Let's change position," Rebecca told Shorty. Shorty slowed her thrusts and then came to a stop. She pulled her cock clear of Rebecca and moved back. The two exchanged smiles. Rebecca turned her back to Shorty. Bending right over, she braced her arms against the wall giving Shorty good access from behind. Shorty again nuzzled the head of the strap-on against Rebecca's opening. Rebecca loved the feel of the generous member stretching her inside. Rebecca looked over her shoulder and grasped Shorty's right hand, guiding the delicate fingers onto her clitoris. She then guided Shorty's left hand to her left nipple. Shorty knew exactly what was expected of her as she returned to her former pace.

Rebecca's body shuddered with ecstasy as Shorty expertly stimulated her clitoris. 'She's good,' thought Rebecca. 'She's obviously had a lot of practice on herself.' Rebecca's state of arousal increased. The warm throb in her loins grew as Shorty continued fucking her. Rebecca contorted her body increasing the pleasure by subtly controlling the pressure of Shorty's intrusions. Rebecca could feel her orgasm's inevitable approach. Shorty moved both hands now onto Rebecca's breasts kneading the soft flesh, teasing the nipples, as hard as bullets. Rebecca could no longer tell which gave her more pleasure, her nipples or her clit. Shorty's thrustings were still sliding in and out, slickly lubricated by the gel but now more so by Rebecca's own fluids. The ecstasy that Rebecca's body was subjected to started to peak building to a final crescendo. "YESSS......... Yessssss......... Yessssss," she screamed in a primordial outpouring. Shorty's hand moved again to Rebecca's clit. "Oh god....... oh god........ oh god," described Rebecca with the last breaths in her body. A final tease of her clit and Rebecca could hold back no longer, "Yessssssssssss." Rebecca's vagina convulsed with ecstasy sending out shock waves of pleasure as she enjoyed orgasm after orgasm. Rebecca's body went limp, her final reserves of energy released in orgasmic ecstasy.

Exhausted, the two made their way to the bedroom. Shorty followed behind Rebecca and noticed her tail was still in place. Grabbing it, Shorty stopped and the tail 'plopped' out of Red's arse sending a thrill directly to the pleasure centres of Rebecca's brain. Rebecca turned and gave Shorty a gorgeous cheeky smile.

The End.