I wrote this over three years ago, apparently... I found this story in my Google Docs and cannot remember writing it, however, rather enjoyed reading it and share it as it seemed some people enjoyed my last tale...

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I have to say that I learnt a big lesson that day, well, two lessons really. The first was not to cross an inventive dom and the second was not to leave my diary lying around. I'm Claire, sub and lover of Hilary, my fiery redhead equestrian lover. She is massively into wet and messy play and I have to admit that I'm a convert. Along with Sarah, a fellow stable-hand, sub and lover (look it's a pretty open relationship and we love it that way), we had thought it would be funny to overpower Hilary, mess her up and post her (yes, you read that right) to a rival event rider in Scotland.

It was one of those things that seemed to be very funny at the time, Sarah and I giggled like schoolgirls as we watched the courier van take the large box which contained a hogtied and messed up domme on an overnight journey. Of course she would not travel back that way, we had paid for first class rail tickets to get her home. However, when she arrived back home she was cross. Well, cross was a massive understatement. She was furious, more angry than we had ever seen her. We had both been left tied in a punishment position back to back in an empty stable overnight. I thought that this was to be the end of the matter, I was very wrong

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Hilary had untied us, thrown clothes at us and told us to come to the tack room. We walked into the room, the scent of leather and horses made me excited as it always did, it had been the place I had played out some of my first fantasies. She smiled, I relaxed, it seemed that she was feeling better about what we had done, maybe she had understood the joke and things were to get back to normal.

"Tea?" She poured the thick brown liquid into two chipped mugs, we thanked her and gulped down the warm tea, we were both thirsty after having been gagged with each other's panties during the night. "So." Hilary looked up. "You were very naughty." I started to stutter an apology. "No just wait. I read your diary..."

Wait? I looked down at the mug. Shit! I suddenly realised I had fallen into her trap, my own trap. I had previously written in my diary about one of my dreams, a very sexy one where I had drugged Sarah with the sedatives we used with the horses and had my, very, messy way with her. I had written what I had done and how excited I had been at the prospect of this happening to me in real life. Now, as I felt the drowsy feeling as my mind fogged...

Hilary grabbed my mug as I slid from the chair, my eyes fluttering closed. Sarah slithered beside me and my world went dark.

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"Wakey wakey" My eyes snapped open, looking around I saw I was in the barn, tied in a harness which wrapped around my body preventing movement, and sat on a plank. I glanced over, Sarah was also on the plank it was a see-saw. I looked down, ahhh! I thought. I was hanging over a deep vat and Sarah was over another, I couldn't see what they contained but I guessed that we were balanced or would be. I could see that, if one of us moved the other would slide into the vat below them.

Hilary was laughing. "So you are both back with me?" She smiled. "You were so inventive, posting me to Scotland. Oh girls. I really think you did this just to be punished. Well, one of you will be. You are balanced, below each of you there is a container of" She paused. "Well, it will be a surprise. But, one of you runs the risk of being dumped into it. You just have to stay in balance, which may be difficult when you are getting heavier."

I shook my head, not understanding when I saw the buckets sitting on the floor beside Hilary. Suddenly it became clear, somehow we were going to get gunged with the mess in the buckets, whoever got the most would end up in the vat.

"So, who loves me more?" Hilary smiled. "Sarah, you have been with me longer but Clare you should know the answers too. It will be quite simple, I ask you a question, if you get it wrong I add weight to your end of the see-saw. It could be" She leaned down dipping her hand in a bucket of black tar like goo. "Molasses or even beans So Sarah, you first. When is my birthday?"

I watched Sarah's face blanch. "Err" She stuttered. "I know it's in June."

"Yes"

"June the" Sarah shot me a look, but we were on our own. She cursed. "Sixth?"

"Correct!" Hilary clapped.

"Really?" Sarah smiled.

"No" Hilary grabbed a bucket and flung the gooey contents towards Sarah. She was hit with a flood of tomato ketchup, the vinegary mess splattering across her chest and covering her face. She gasped, spitting out sauce. Her end of the plank juddered and she dropped an inch while I was raised. "Wrong" Hilary faced me. "Right, You... What is my star sign?"

I gulped. "Gemini?"

"Yes" Hilary frowned. "I will get you soon though. Sarah, my boot size is"

"6!" She clapped.

I cursed, we spent hours polishing our mistresses boots, that was a simple question, but I was not foolish enough to say that. "Well done Sarah. Gold star Clare, where was I born?"

"What?" I squeaked. I didn't know. Her voice was polished from an unnamed private school. "London Miss?"

Hilary smiled. "Wrong" She picked up a bucket. "Surrey is certainly not in London." I was hit with a flood of heavy cake batter. My world went dark as I was engulfed in the sweet smelling mess. The gloop seeped into my blouse and puddled in my lap. The see-saw leveled out. "Sarah, what is my favourite food?"

I didn't listen to her triumphant answer, we cooked roast beef for our mistress every Sunday and watched as she enjoyed every morsel. I realised where this was going, confirmed when I was asked to confirm when Hilary had passed her driving test. When I shrugged I was ready for the bucket of white house paint which hit me, sending me another inch lower towards the vat. Sarah got another simple question, 'what is my favourite colour'.

"Black"

"Corre- Hang on, what did you say?" Sarah was grinning towards me. Hilary sighed walking towards her and throwing a bucket of molasses towards her. I watched as she became a shiny black statue, I was somewhat jealous to be honest but it was not long before I got my next question wrong and was treated the same. I swung my legs, watching the strings of sticky liquid flowing off, if my hands had not been tied they would have been in my pants by now. Flour was next for both of us as Sarah fluffed another simple question and I was given an impossible one, the see-saw remained perfectly balanced.

Hilary growled, she was soon out of buckets and we were still in equilibrium. "You!" She pointed to Sarah. "Are cheating And you Well, you were supposed to have lost, I know it was you who were the brains behind what happened to me. I mean, Sarah you are pretty but Come on, creative is not you." I gasped and looked towards Sarah, I could not see her expression but could feel the hurt from the stinging remark.

Hilary walked towards my end of the see-saw. "Do you want to know what you are going into?" I shook my head, it would not be good "Spoilsport!" She pulled a rope and my end of the see-saw tipped, I slipped on what I guessed was a greased part of the plank and was flung into the vat below, I landed with a thud.

The landing was soft, there was a layer of soft mud but this was not the terrible fate I was expecting. I struggled to my feet and stood up, my head was clear of the top of the vat. I looked towards Hilary.

"Expecting something?" She smiled, pressing a button on a small remote control. I heard a rushing noise and felt a wet slurry pour into the vat, I looked down. It was gray and heavy. My mind raced

"Is this cement?" HIlary nodded. "What the hell" I tried to get free of the vat but the flow was too strong, my legs were trapped by the weight of the cement which was starting to engulf me. "Are you mad!" I screamed. "Please, Hilary Mistress"

Hilary was laughing as the cement seeped up my body, first swallowing my hips and then pooled beneath my breasts. I pleaded with her as it reached my neck before she stopped the flow just below my chin. "You mad bitch!" I cried. "Cement will burn me, that is if you can ever get me out" I paused. "Shit! You aren't going to get me out" I sobbed. "I am sorry"

"Clare" Hilary spoke softly, reaching over and touching my face. "Do you trust me that little? I'm shocked?" She turned and started to walk away.

"I'll get you out!" Sarah climbed the rig behind the vat and leapt into the cement sinking beside me until she was in the same predicament.

"Oh for Christ's sake Very touching. But you are both bloody idiots." She shook her head. "Clare for fucks sake stop crying and taste the cement."

"W-w-what?" I sobbed.

"Taste it." Hilary plunged her hand into the cement and forced her fingers into my mouth.

"V-v-vanilla?" I shuddered.

"Yes... " Hilary spoke slowly. "Vanilla flavored cement" She laughed. "It's gray coloured, cold set pudding mix!"

"What?" I cried out.

"Oh you silly thing... " Hilary blinked and wiped her eyes. "I wouldn't bury you in cement. It would burn you terribly and you are right I couldn't get you out You silly girl I love you "

"Oh" I gasped "You love"

"Yes Hilary looked down. "You daft slave, I love you I would never hurt you... Tease you maybe Teach you a lesson for being a bratty sub certainly" She winked. "Did you really think"

I stuttered, embarrassed.

"Got you!"

I tried to move but found the gray mix was starting to become solid. I watched as Hilary climbed up to the top of the vat

"Now, why should you two have all the fun" She leapt into the vat with a 'splut' quickly sinking until she was beside me and we were looking eye to eye. "Now, normally I would say three's a crowd but Sarah, I think you can help."

I felt the two women slip their hands through the thick, rapidly thickening slurry, Sarah grasping my breasts, her own pushing into my back and Hilary sliding her hand between my legs. I gasped, trapped now in the pudding but with movement from two eager women who had made small spaces in the now solid mass. I leaned my head forward and kissed Hilary deeply.

***

I don't know either how many hours passed or how many times those evil girls made me cum as I was stuck in a huge block of cake. I passed out eventually and woke to see Hilary looking longingly into my eyes. "Just one question"

"Yes"

"How on earth do we get out of here?"