Chapter 1

I trembled with anticipation, the stable yard was quiet, the only sound was the snorting of sleepy horses. I crept towards the tack room, my shadow cast by the full moon above. I fiddled with the lock and swung the door open, I was engulfed with the smell of warm leather and horses, I breathed in the intoxicating aroma. I had been planning this session for weeks, I would come here to tend to my horse and then stay at the livery yard until everyone had gone then I would use the opportunity to engage in my personal fetish.

I was what I suppose you could call 'between boyfriends', to be honest the last man in my life had been a boorish brute and I was glad for the escape, the only thing I missed was the bondage he had so truly enjoyed. Steve had introduced me to what he called, 'tie-up games' and what had started as giggling and scarf's had culminated in tight ropes, leather harnesses and severe bondage, of course with me being the increasingly willing victim. Our sex life otherwise had been nothing to write home about but he had kept up the bondage right up to the end when he had left me hogtied as he packed his bags and told me he was leaving me for a fling with his PA. He had been kind enough to leave me a knife to free myself, but those hours of restriction had made me want for more.

I had failed to find a partner, or at least one that would not run a mile when I suggested bondage games so my Internet searches had finally turned up self-bondage. I had started on a series of increasingly complex self-bondage scenes and would imagine that I was a damsel in distress or a kidnapped heiress strung up until my ice lock allowed me to get free. So tonight I had decided that I should try somewhere more risky, and to be honest, sexy. It was okay trying myself in my apartment, but in the surroundings of the tack room, leather, whips, rope. I shuddered at the thought as I looked around the room.

I had dressed in my best show ring jodhpurs, brilliant white and at least two sizes too small, they hugged my curves and felt amazing, the pull of the lycra almost a bondage in its own right. They were paired with my long leather riding boots, polished especially and a white blouse barely covering my lacy bra and shapely breasts. I glanced in the mirror, running my fingertips across my jodhpured bottom, smiling at the twenty six year old who looked back at me from the looking glass.

I laid down my backpack and pulled out the wrapped lump of ice which contained my handcuff key and a bundle of orange baler twine and rough rope, I slid a bit from one of the racks and swiftly placed the cold steel in my mouth, holding it in place with a short leather strap which I buckled behind my head, the metal pulled at the corners of my mouth and prevented me speaking quite effectively. I hung the ice block from a rafter, the ice slowly dripping giving me just over one hour before I could escape. The next part was well practiced, I strung rope around my waist before clinching it into an effective and tight crotch rope, looped baler twine around my polished boots and pulled my ankles tight before doing the same with my knees. I clipped on one half of my handcuffs onto my waiting wrist, stringing a loop of twine between my ankle rope and between the cuffs. There was one last step, clip the cuffs shut and then the slip knot would tighten with every
movement until I would be in a punishing hogtie.

It was a simple set-up, but this was the first time I had played here so I was be cautious, I took a deep breath and clicked the cuff shut before falling to my knees onto the rugs I had piled on the floor, the clinch rope was almost too effective, the slip knot pulled me tighter and tighter as the crotch rope worked its magic between my legs. I sighed, the feeling was wonderful, every struggle tightened my embrace the ropes and cuffs enhancing my dream of mystery kidnappers who had jumped me and left me helpless. The rugs were deep and soft, smelling of horses, and were comforting as I rolled around, approaching climax. My reveille was broken when I heard the rattle of keys beyond the door. I gasped as I watched the door handle move slowly. Shit! I muttered, not that the word escaped the punishing bit in my mouth.

The lights snapped on and I was left waiting for the person who had entered to see me. I could see their worn wellington boots and above that shiny blue jodhpurs with a contrasting leather seat.

There was a pause, a gasp and silence before the woman knelt beside me.

Oh my God! She touched me. What the hell happened? Are you alright?

It was Hilary, my riding instructor, she was a couple of years younger than me and had been helping me get the best from my horse. She was a firmly read head with a taught body with long legs that sunk into her boots. Despite her youth, she intimidated me, her obvious presence and the way the horses always did what she commanded first time was pretty daunting.

She stood up, saying that she would need to get a knife to cut the rope when she knocked into the block of ice. What the? She took the dripping lump of ice which had struck her head, turning it round she saw it contained a small key. Suddenly she laughed. Oh!

Oh? what the hell did that mean? I looked up and saw the broad smile on her face and realised.

You did this to yourself? She laughed. Nod if I am right. I reluctantly nodded. Oh wow! She clapped her hands together and started to tug and pull at the ropes and cuffs before pulling hard on my crotch rope. I grunted. There was a giggle from Hilary and she sat down cross legged in front of me. I gazed at this woman in front of me, I was totally helpless and in her control, the feeling sent electric shocks down my body.

Now what should we do with you eh? She smiled. The pretty little equestrian, all helpless before me. She reached down and lightly touched my rear, goosebumps spread from her touch and I shuddered, gasping through the gag. Nice? She stood up and walked across the room before returning, I felt the clinch rope between my wrists and legs being sawed and cut. I shook my head.

Ah, ah She smiled, helping me stand up.

When I was on my feet she took my cuffed hands and raised them above my head, I was quickly hooked onto a tack cleaning hook and left standing on tip-toes. Hilary stood back to admire her work. Very pretty. She stepped towards me. Now, you need to tell me what you would like. She brushed her fingertips across my blouse, my nipples hardened and I groaned with pure pleasure.

Well, I think that is pretty clear.

She started to unbutton my blouse and caress my body, I quivered as she swept lower, raining spider like touches to my crotch, my pulse quickened, then as suddenly as the touch was there it had gone. She smiled before kneeling before me and loosening my jodhpurs, her face was level with my damp panties which she slid down, admiring my shaved quim. She breathed on me, her warm breath alone was almost enough to make me orgasm right there. You wait there

Wait there? Where the hell did she think I would be going? My thoughts were racing as she left the room for what felt like hours before returning carrying bags.

I did some shopping at the supermarket. She gave me an evil smile. You see, I like to play messy games.

Messy games? Again my mind was stumped, but to be honest I did not care. This beautiful woman could do anything to me, I would be unable to argue and totally unwilling as I was well and truly under her spell. I watched as she unpacked jars and pies. What was this? I did not have to wait long as she approached me with a deep bakery cream pie.

You know, you can get some great bargains this late at night. She proffered the pie towards me. These were just a few pence. Reduced for quick sale.

Okay, so we were going to eat some pie. Weird, but My thoughts were cut short as she slammed the pie into my face. My world went dark, I shrieked (well, sort of with the bit between my teeth quite literally). She gently cleared my eyes, I could see her eyes sparkle.

I hope you like pie, because I do! She opened two pies, this time chocolate, slowly approaching me before slapping one on each side of my head. The silence was amazing, my senses were totally removed when she pushed another banana cream pie into my face. Now my world was silent and dark and I was at the mercy of my riding instructor. I quivered, my pussy twitching. I could hear nothing but felt the chill of soft cream on my chest, it seeped through my bra as she smooched a pie into my tits. I thought I was about to explode. I sensed the faint whiff of chocolate. What I could not see was my tormentor opening bottles of chocolate sauce before raising them above my head. I could feel the weight of the mess as it ever so slowly seeped down my hair and face.

What happened next confused me, I felt Hilary puling up my jodhpurs and tightening the fastener, did this mean it was over? I soon realized it was not as I felt something warm being poured into my tight leggings. Hilary had removed the cap from a five litre container of golden syrup, she had pulled open the front of my jodhpurs and poured the thick, gluey substance into my panties. The syrup started to embrace me, seeping into every crevice. She then started to massage the warm syrup down my jodhpured legs.

This was a strange new feeling but I was loving every minute, I longed for the next new sensation and did not have to wait for long as Hilary started to fill my bra cups with another warm, heavy substance. She was in fact filling them with sticky jam, rubbing it into my hardened nipples before snipping the lacy fabric from my body and taking me in her mouth. I felt her sucking and nibbling and almost came, Hilary felt my body stiffen and pulled back. I fought against my bindings, desperate for her touch. I heard her giggle at my pointless efforts.

She left me for a moment before I felt my jodhpurs being loosened again. Hilary pulled down the tight, now sticky, lycra and knelt before me, she deftly ripped away my lacy panties and approached my gluey pussy, running her tongue down my slit before finding my clit and lapping hungrily at me.

I blacked out from the strongest orgasm I had ever experienced and woke lying on the rugs in the arms of my new lover. I gazed into her eyes, looking longingly at her. She smiled warmly. Good night now

My eyes snapped open, I mummped behind the bit.

See you in the morning. She giggled. I hope I don't over sleep, I would hate to share you with the grooms if they get to you first in the morning. She pocketed the handcuff key with a wink and left the room.

I stretched out, my ankles and wrists tied, my jodhpurs around my boots and my sex dripping. I realized my life had just changed.

Chapter 2

I found the note on my tack box. It was certainly clear in its instruction, a shiver ran down my body as I re-read the text. I had a decision to make, would I follow the instructions or walk away. Although it seemed that simple this was the step into the unknown, two days ago I had been discovered, mid-self bondage session by my riding instructress Hilary. She had enlightened in me feelings I had never encountered, and to be honest I had never cum as powerfully. But I was confused, I was not gay, was I? So the note was my get out clause, if I ignored what I had been asked I could walk away, find a boyfriend and keep my riding lessons to a perfectly professional two hours per week where the only use of my riding crop would be to control my sometimes errant horse.

I walked the horse into the arena, Hilary had my back to me. Just go large, in a rising trot. Let's warm the horse She stopped as she turned to face me, a smile played on her lips. Oh!

That word Oh again. This time I knew what it meant, Hilary had given me a very simple set of instructions and I had complied like the helpless little equestrian I was, her words not mine, well not yet!

You found my note then? I nodded as I trotted in a circle around her. Did you do everything I asked? I nodded again. She smiled.

To be honest I would not normally be so quiet, I would usually be pretty vocal, at least that was what my ex-boyfriends usually said when they had left me, but today Today was different, not least because, as instructed, I had a large, pink ball gag strapped between my teeth that was making any speech impossible. I had put it on after I had mounted but this had still meant riding towards the arena with a very obvious piece of bondage equipment visible to anyone who had been there at the time. I feel my new mistress was enjoying my discomfort. Of course the discomfort was made worse, much worse by the pair love balls deep inside me. Every movement was a sweet torture and my saddle was, embarrassingly, already becoming damp.

Hilary told me to stop my horse and walked towards me. I think we should work on your seat, ensure you are sitting well in the saddle. She ran her hand down my black jodhpurs, they were clinging tightly to my thigh which pulsed and shivered beneath her touch. Quit your stirrups. I gasped, clearly loud enough for her hear despite the gag. Yes, it will help you feel the horses movement. I pleaded with my eyes but followed instructions and removed my feet from the stirrups and swung them across the pommel of the saddle. Hilary pulled the reins from my hands. No reins either. You can steer your horse with your seat also.

I knew the principle, you could work without reins but what happened next caught me by surprise, Hilary grabbed one wrist and snapped a ring of cold steel around it. My handcuffs. No No No I thought. She quickly cuffed my hands behind my back. Oh no, so I had no way of controlling my movement, I shifted in the saddle and the eggs reminded me of their devious presence. Hilary grabbed a long lung whip, over six foot long she could use it to keep my horse out on the track around the school. She snapped the whip and my horse went into a trot. I could feel every movement, my pubis ground into the saddle and the eggs shook teasing me to the point of orgasm. And walk. My horse was obedient to Hilary's vocal commands, just as my breathing had deepened and my pleasure had reached a near peak the movement had been stopped. I stared at my tormentor, Hilary was giving me her evil smile.

She made me trot and canter, each time as I peaked and was ready to cum she made the horse stop using the excuse of training. I was sweating and desperate for her touch, but it was clear that I was going to receive my full lesson today. Eventually the hour was up. I stared at Hilary as she walked towards us, I had spent an hour on the edge of explosive orgasms and had been denied them all. I gasped as I saw another person approaching.

Hi Sarah, can you please put the horse away for me. I will take this one. Hilary and the groom exchanged knowing looks as she led my horse away. She was good enough not to mention the fact I was cuffed and gagged and ignored the slimy saddle.

Hilary turned to face me. Oh you are all sweaty. You must have worked hard.

To be honest, I stank, I was wringing with sweat and my tight jodhpurs were soaked with my juices, she led me down to the yard before stopping at the wash bay. It was a stable with a rubber floor to stop horses slipping, a hose and warming lamps to help them dry off. Hilary grabbed my cuffed hands and raised them above my head, she clipped my cuff chain to an overhead hook and I was left hanging before her again. This was becoming a familiar position and was almost comfortable.

Hilary shut the door and faced me. You ride well There was a wink. I hope to find out how well soon. Then without warning she hit me with a spray of cold water. The water hit me hard in the chest taking my breath away. Hilary soaked my face before directing the flow towards my overheated crotch. She giggled. Now you need a wash. Dropping the hose she quickly pulled off my riding boots and pulled down my jodhpurs dragging the soaked material from my legs. My blouse was unbuttoned and my sports bra snipped from me. Damn! This was getting expensive in lingerie . Hilary took a bottle of horse shampoo and poured some into her hands, she rubbed her hands together before starting to rub the shampoo into my short blond hair. My body writhed at her gentle, yet firm touch. The hands soon fluttered downwards, caressing my breasts smoothing suds across my hardening nipples.

I was in heaven, this wonderful woman was smoothing her hands across my body, across my, thankfully, flat stomach and then towards my cleft. Her hands skipped my sheer panties and started to embrace my thighs and run down my legs. I was screaming out, albeit in silence thanks to the gag desperate for her. She ignored my obvious need and caressed my feet, the feeling was amazing, but so far from what my body was screaming out for. She soaped my toes before rinsing them and gently taking one of my big toes in her mouth. She sucked and swirled her tongue around my toes, looking up at me as she did watching the desire in my eyes, my clit pulsed in anticipation.

Dropping my foot she grabbed the hose and sprayed me once more with frigid water, my nipples responded once more to the temperature change, stiffening and engorging. She smiled, leaning over and switching on the heat lamps, the warmth washed over me, I could feel the water drying as the lamps glowed. Warm, isn't it? She reached up and unbuckled my gag, letting it drop to the floor.

I smiled, it was not just the heat lamps which were making me hot and I knew what I wanted, I hoped that Hilary would not let me down. I was not to be disappointed as she approached me with a creamy pie in her hand. I gasped.

I think you enjoyed this last time. Didn't you?

Oh yes I stuttered. As I opened my mouth she slammed the pie into my face. I swallowed the sweet pie, groaning as the cream dripped down my chest..

Oh you like pie do you? Hilary laughed. It was a sound as sweet as the pie. I bet you would like to pie me too? She smiled and took out a jug, I soon found it contained chocolate syrup as she upended it above my head. Whoops And just as you had a nice shower and were all clean again! The heavy syrup engulfed my head, it coated my blond hair and covered my face. I gasped as, in the syrupy darkness I felt a icy coldness across my nipples. Unseen Hilary had taken a tub of part melted ice-cream and poured it across my chest. I shivered as my nipples hardened like nails.

Hilary leans forward and sucks on my hard nipples, I gasp as she pulls away. All in good time She grabs two pies and slaps one on my bum while another hits my pussy. I writhe with pleasure demanding her touch.

Hilary un-clipped my handcuffs from the chain which is suspending me and lays me down on the thick rubber floor. I gaze up at her, she smiles before grabbing a bucket of thick oatmeal and starting to pour it over me. Soon I am covered in thick, gooey porridge as another bucket joins the first. I am in a world of my own as I see Hilary approach, lying beside me and embracing me in the thick ooze. She soon straddles me, her pussy inches from my face, soon she places herself on me and I lick and suck her, the taste of her sex and thick porridge intermingling. I am soon embracing her clit with my tongue and feeling her cum hard.

She slithers back to my side holding me in her arms. All too soon she is standing again. That was fun. Now for you!

I gasp in anticipation but I am disappointed for a moment as she takes out another bucket, I am soon coated with a layer of thick golden syrup. It coats me, clinging to every inch of my body I am soon glued to the floor by the heavy syrup, my encasement is doubled as Hilary starts to pour bag after bag of flour over my body followed by more syrup.

I try to move but find that the syrup and flour is setting fast under the lamps. Hilary laughs. Why don't you have some fun here. She pauses. I will see you for your next lesson.

So here I am, unable to move under a heavy layer of syrup and flour set like plaster waiting for goodness knows who to walk in and find me. I love her and hate her in equal measures but I am desperate for my next lesson.

Chapter 3

Sarah had not looked shocked some hours later when she had freed me from my pastry like prison. Hilary had left the drying lamps on so the syrup and flour had set like concrete trapping my body. Sarah had first pried my body from the floor with a shovel before washing a quantity of the mess from me. I will still pretty well caked when she stood me up.

Look, come with me, you can use the shower in the grooms flat. She had walked off and I had followed at a waddle, stiffened flour and syrup making my jodhpurs rock hard. When I had eventually managed to climb the stairs she had to rip and drag the fabric from me until I stood before her humiliated and naked. She had silently ushered into the bathroom, it was cramped and smelt of damp, but the hot shower was inviting. A bottle of horse shampoo sat on the edge of the bath. She saw my curious glance. Look it is good enough for the horses, and She paused. Free of charge. She sniggered.

Sarah left me to shower, I rinsed the worse of the mess from my long hair before dousing it in almost half a bottle of the shampoo. It smelt acrid and somewhat unpleasant, but there was nothing else I could do. In the end it took at least three attempts before my hair was becoming clean.

It was only as I stood under the flow of warm water that I realized that something was wrong. My head was becoming warmer, I snapped my eyes open reaching up to my head to find that my hair was coming out. I screamed as clumps of hair came away in my fingers, running down my body and clogging the plug hole. What the hell was happening? I panicked until I suddenly realized where I had smelt the odor of the shampoo, it had been the time I had used hair remover on my legs. I gulped sniffing the bottle again, tears pricking my eyes. A flash of light caused me to jump.

Oh that is one for Facebook! Sarah stood sneering. Bald and naked.

I could not bring myself to face her, the humiliation burnt through me. I grabbed for a towel suddenly realizing I had no clothes.

That is for stealing my lover you bitch! Sarah spat at me. Bald and ugly See her love you now! I ran from the flat, dressed only in a towel I leapt into my car and drove home praying not to be stopped by the police.

***

I waited two weeks, two weeks with little growth on my head or body. I had thought of changing stables, but To be honest I lusted after Hilary and would have to face Sarah to satisfy my desires. It took me two weeks to overcome the humiliation.

So as I walked onto the yard with my riding hat already on my head, tacking up the horse for the lesson and leading it to the arena. Hilary was waiting, she smiled as I walked in, she was about to speak but paused, looking me up and down.

What is different? She was staring at my head. She knew. Take off your hat. I resisted, Now! I could not resist the order from my mistress. I slowly unbuckled the strap and slid the hat from my head. What?

I turned away, running, I dropped the reins and ran. I did not want pity, I certainly did not want to explain what had happened. I just ran, fumbling with my keys and driving away. Glancing up I could see Sarah in my rear view mirror and Hilary coming to a halt beside her.

***

The rest of the day passed as a blur, I could not go back. I threw myself into my work, again 'working from home' thanking the systems which allowed me to work without seeing another human being. As night fell I was typing up a report as there was a knock at the door.

I stood slowly and walked to the front door, glancing through the eye piece I saw Hilary standing there in the moonlight, she was wearing brilliant white jodhpurs, he riding boots were polished to a mirror finish and her white blouse and tie were spotless. I slowly opened the door.

Hello I looked down. I was embarrassed to see her standing there before me.

May I come in?

I ushered her into my front room, papers and documents were scattered about and my laptop was open on the sofa. Hilary closed it and told me to sit down.

Sarah told me what she did. It was matter of fact. It should not have happened to you. I am deeply sorry. She paused. You missed your lesson. I nodded. It is a shame, as I wanted to work on your position in the saddle. Perhaps we could work on positions here? She smiled warmly, coming towards me gently reaching down and kissing me softly on the lips.

I felt my body dissolve, this was an unexpected softness. She stood me up, slowly pulling her white tie from her neck quickly binding my wrists behind me. She started to slowly undress until she was before me naked, I could not hold back, but with my hands bound I could only use my lips to tease my beautiful lover. Starting with a deep kiss which she reciprocated with an urgency that made my body tingle.

I slowly moved downwards, caressing her neck and then crossing her breasts taking each of her hardened nipples in my mouth, sucking hungrily, nibbling at her pink skin as she shuddered and moaned in pleasure. I ran my tongue tantalizingly slowly across her flat stomach before kneeling and taking position between her legs. She gasped as I parted her lips with my tongue and started to rove deeper into her warmth. Hilary yelped as I sucked at her pulsing clit, swirling my tongue in circles. It was not long before she fell upon me as orgasm racked her body.

***

After hours of pleasure I had asked if my baldness had put her off me. Hilary had laughed, What you think that I would have spent so much, attention on you if I didn't love you? She ran her hand across my bald head. It is quite sexy in its own way She paused. But what Sarah did was not acceptable. She hurt you, that required punishment.

You punished Sarah? Hilary nodded. You haven't hurt her?

Hilary shook her head. She told me to get dressed as we were going on a trip. We went to her car and took the short journey to the stables. Hilary stepped out of her old Land Rover and gestured for me to follow her, we walked across the yard and towards the muck heap, a huge, steaming pile of manure, straw and woodchips. Hilary waved towards the pile. I shrugged. I don't understand.

Hilary smiled.

***

Five Hours Earlier

Sarah opened the door to the flat, she gasped as she saw Hilary standing in the doorway. Kneel! Sarah stumbled backwards. Get on your fucking knees.

Sarah fell to her knees. Yes miss.

What did you do?

Miss? She looked up.

Did I give you permission to look at me? Hilary slapped her hard across the face.

It was a joke

A joke? Hilary laughed coldly. Okay, very funny. Strip.

Hilary watched with disgust as Sarah dragged off her filthy blue jodhpurs, shirt and socks. She stood before her wearing a non-matching pair of gray underwear. I told you to strip, don't make me ask you three times. Sarah shuddered and quickly pulled the last items off. Hilary looked her up and down. She was lithe on the point of skinny with ribs showing, her legs were crossed with bruises. Come with me.

Hilary walked quickly across the yard until she was standing by the muck heap, she grabbed Sarah's arm and flung her into the mud at the base, she landed in the lack ooze, thick mud splattering her naked body. Get to the top. Sarah scrambled up the heap with Hilary following, she handed her a pitchfork and told her to dig a hole. Sarah looked nervously at her but started to dig.

It took almost half an hour before Hilary told Sarah to stop digging and helped her back to the top of the heap. Sarah looked nervously at the hole with a sense of foreboding. Hilary pushed her down to her knees and quickly bound her ankles and wrists with orange baler twine, before pulling her into a tight hogtie. Sarah tried to struggle but found that she was unable to move at all. Miss it is very tight

Yes it is. Hilary snapped, pushed her back into the hole. Sarah looked up nervously as Hilary started to backfill the hole, treading it down so that she was firmly trapped in the steaming mass. As she reached her shoulders she stopped putting the pitchfork down. Sarah looked around, her head was at least a foot below the surface of the muck heap. Oh wondering what happens next? Hilary smiled and pulled out a snorkel. I wouldn't let you suffocate. Sarah started to plead and beg. Hilary grabbed her nose until she opened her mouth and shoved the rubber mouthpiece in. Sarah tried to spit it out but it was firmly attached. Super glue Good night Sarah.

Sarah screamed but no noise escaped the tube as her world went dark.

***

So that was where I stood, staring up at the steaming pile of manure a short pipe exposed on the surface. I turned to Hilary. Would you do that to me?

Hilary looked flustered. No She stammered. I would never need to punish you like that, Sarah hurt you.

No I smiled, taking her hand. Would you do that to me I paused. Please.

Hilary gasped. She stuttered before regaining her composure. You understand what you are asking? I nodded. She smiled for a moment. Kneel.

I sunk to my knees facing my mistress, she gently unbuttoned my blouse, my naked breasts fell free, Hilary gasped for a moment, pausing to fondle my nipples. She smiled running her hands across my shoulders, she came closer I could smell her sex and feel the moisture from the front of her jodhpurs as she leaned her body into my face.

Enjoying this?

Quiet slave Hilary spoke sternly but with a smile. Stand up

I stood nervously, Hilary commanded me to remove my clothes. I slid off my boots and jodhpurs until I was naked before her. She looked me up and down hungrily before handing me a pitchfork. I needed no instruction, I clambered to the top of the muck heap and started to dig until I had made a deep hole. I knelt before the edge with my arms behind my back, Hilary swiftly bound them before doing the same with my ankles. She drew them together with a third piece of twine until my back was arched.

She gently took me and lifted me into the hole, she was so strong as she dropped me in the soft, warm straw. It started to engulf me as she filled the hole, it was comforting in a strange way, it held me tightly and embraced me. Soon I was buried to my neck. Are you sure? I nodded my assent and she placed a snorkel between my teeth.

Soon my world went dark and silent, the warmth closed in upon me. It was not long before I drifted into a form of subspace, my mind flying with thoughts of Hilary and all I would let her do to me.

***

The light stung my eyes as Sarah dug my head free. She was smiling like a Cheshire cat. Hello Miss She released my shoulders before slowly freeing my body. She cut my bindings and helped me crawl from the hole. I am so sorry She looked away. I was jealous, stupid. She sobbed. Sorry!

I smiled. Please, that was pretty amazing. She smiled faintly, looking coyly away.

Anyway, you need a good warm bath.

Hilary was waiting for me in her flat, she had run a deep bath and helped me sink into the deep bubbly water.

Footnote:

If you have made it this far, I feel that some explanation is required. Burying someone in a stable muck heap will seem harsh, and pretty much is, however punishment was required for a pretty nasty deed. But, dear reader, you should understand that horse people generally are always mucky and dirty and the sweet smell of the muck heap is not as nasty as it may be to a non-equestrian muggle. The muck is from a veggie animal, it is generally pretty safe and does not smell nasty. I have known grooms who would lose weight by being buried in the muck heap, letting the heat act as a free sauna, but that is another story!



Chapter 4

My mind was reeling after I left the grooms flat the next day. We had cum so many times together, now I drove myself home, cleaner but with a slight tang of horse manure hanging in my nostrils, I was sure, as I visited the local supermarket that people noticed that I still smelled but I lived in a rural location and the scent of muck was familiar and just marked you as a local rather than a holidaying townie so I wore my mixed scent, the hint of female musk tangled with the remains of the muck heap as a badge of honour.

I slept well but my dreams were filled with my beautiful instructor, her long legs encased in the gossamer thin jodhpurs and her feet covered with black leather riding boots, and now Sarah, her love making had been hungry, animal like but always totally at the beck and call of Hilary, her mistress.

Hilary had explained her relationship, that she was her sub, she willingly gave herself up for Hilary, allowing her to control and protect her. This seemed, for Sarah a small price for the love and care she received, albeit was as often with the stern crack of a riding crop as with her lovers gentle kiss but both were received with complete desire and love.

It was only as she had explained her relationship that I grew deeply jealous of the closeness of what they had together, this was all so new to me but I wanted to be have the same protection from a strong woman. the thought of giving everything to Hilary was intoxicating. I had to have it. I had discussed it with Hilary, as Sarah had dozed at her feet I had pleaded to have the same relationship to become her sub. Hilary had smiled, warned me that I was rushing things and told me to take one step at a time.

But now as I sat at home, I knew that I could not just leave this. I certainly could not sleep and had to find out more. I started trawling the internet, learning more, finding out how I would show my total devotion. It was then that I discovered slave collars, a simple plain steel ring that I would wear around my neck, it could be engraved with a dom's name or a slave number. I found myself wet at the idea of being collared by Hilary, showing my devotion. My mouse went almost without my command and I found myself ordering a simple plain band with subtle details engraved into the steel.

***

My next riding lesson was pretty uneventful, I spent so much of my time staring at Hilary with lustful eyes that my horse eventually ground to a halt.

Concentrate! Hilary snapped raising her riding crop. My horse flinched but it was me that truly felt the potential of the whip across my thigh.

Yes miss I looked forward and rode around the school ensuring I did not upset my instructor. At the end she held my horse as I dismounted.

You're distracted, what is up?

I smiled. I have something to show you. Let me put Mille away. Hilary followed as I untacked and brushed my horse down before carrying the saddle and bridle into the tack room. Hilary closed the door softly.

Go on then? Hilary put her hand on my shoulder. My body warmed at her touch. I reached down into my tack box, Hilary lightly stroked the seat of my jodhpurs as I reached into the plastic box. I sighed wishing to remain hers forever. What is this? Hilary opened the black box and took out the split hoop. She paused reading the message engraved into the steel. A smile played on her face.

Time seemed to stand still. I watched the change in her expression, I could see the palpable decisions being made as she touched the ring of steel. It felt like hours before she spoke.

You wish to wear this for me? I nodded. Speak your assent. Hilary's tone turned hard.

Yes I paused, searching for the correct response. Miss. I want to be owned by you. There was a flicker of a smile in Hilary's eyes. Please I added, it came out as a plea.

Hilary took a deep breath. Okay. She put the collar down. But you need to understand what this means. I tried to speak. Hilary raised a single finger which silenced me. That is lesson one, you speak when I allow you. You always call me Mistress or Miss and you will always do what you are told or punishment will be swift and fitting of the crime you have committed.

I nodded. Hilary picked up the collar again. Do you realise that this collar has no key. Once I place it on you, it cannot be removed without cutting it. My heart leapt, 'once I place it on you' this sounded as if she would make my dream come true and do this.

No

My world stopped dead. 'No?' The word escaped my lips as a whisper.

You are not ready for this. Hilary placed the polished steel back in the box and snapped the lid shut. I need you to prove that you are ready.

I watched as she turned on her heal and silently left the room.

***

My tears eventually abated but only after Sarah had spent almost an hour comforting me. We talked late into the night and eventually we had a plan. Hilary wanted a sign of my readiness, Sarah and I planned the perfect way to demonstrate that I was.

***

Sarah and I spent some hours preparing, it was Hilary's day off and she had decided to spend the day shopping, we had waved as her Land Rover had pulled away from the stables. We looked at each other and started to assemble our plans.

***

It was early evening when the sound of the Land Rover broke the silence of the yard. We heard the door close and soon Hilary was calling out across the yard.

In here Sarah called out.

Hilary walked into the indoor arena, it was a barn laid out with a peat floor and high white walls lined with mirrors to allow you to see your riding position as you circled. We were standing in the centre of the arena, a point in dressage tests which would be called 'X' so for us X marked the spot. Beside us were a collection of buckets and barrels. Hilary smiled as she approached us. I was dressed in my show jodhpurs again, brilliant white and matched with my shining black leather riding boots. I wore a tight white blouse. Sarah was dressed similarly we were the picture of perfect equestrians, however this picture would be spoiled all too soon.

We gestured to Hilary to sit in a chair which we had placed directly in front of us, but not so close that she would be spoiled by what was about to happen. She sat nervously.

You wanted us to show how much we both wanted to give ourselves to you. I spoke evenly. So we are going to prove it. I lifted a cover on a collection of pies and bowls on a table. Miss. Please mess me up.

Hilary smiled, standing she approached me, collecting a deep banana cream pie which she slapped slowly into my face. She took another and slid it down my head, I could feel the weight of the filling covering my hair and dripping down my back. Hilary stepped back taking two chocolate pies which she slapped onto my chest, my nipples hardened as the pie struck.

Kneel. I sunk to my knees looking up at my mistress. She took a bucket of thick chocolate cake batter and slowly poured the viscous mess down my face and chest. She topped this off with a bowl of honey which dripped lazily onto my shoulders and slid down my back.

Hilary stepped away and approached Sarah. I guess you both planned this? She opened her mouth to speak but any response was lost in the sudden slap of a chocolate pie in her face. This was quickly followed by a heavy pie sandwich. So you think I want you messy? Is that it?

Hilary dragged me to my feet. Okay. I'll play your game. She pulled the front of my jodhpurs open and slid a bowl of broken eggs into my panties. I squired as they mingled with my juices. Don't move! She snarled with an angry tone. And if either of you cum

She turned to Sarah and pulling the seat of her jodhpurs out poured in a five litre container of thick black molasses. Her jodhpurs bulged and some of the black liquid started to ooze out. I looked on longingly. Oh you want some do you? It was matter of seconds for her to uncap another container and pour this into my open blouse and down my back.

We soon both received a full sticky treatment with buckets of molasses poured over our heads, the blackness soon countered by a sack full of flour shared between us.

Hilary ripped my blouse from my body exposing patches of bare skin and unsullied lingerie. She snapped my bra straps and filled each cup with a quantity of ice cold custard. Dragging off my boots she filled the left one with lumpy gravy and the second with baked beans before forcing them back on my feet, the lumpy liquids sprayed up my legs.

Soon Sarah was also standing in her underwear and boots, her jodhpurs ripped from her body with the help of scissors. Is that all? Hilary sneered. I shook my head and pulled the cover back from a table full of coloured paint. It was an artist's palette laid out in ten litre cans. Hilary gasped, before regaining her composure.

She started an onslaught of colour, we were soon dripping with blue, white, red and green gloss paint, our bodies unrecognizable under the layers of paint which dripped from us. Eventually the supplies ran dry.

Okay. Hilary held up her hands. I agree, you are pretty messy. Well done.

I spat out a mouthful of paint. Follow us. We both started to walk from the arena to the back yard beside the muck heap. There was a paddling pool filled with black liquid. Hilary gasped as the acrid smell hit her nostrils.

No! She grabbed my hand. No You mustn't! She wailed. I order you.

No Miss I said slowly. This is the last command we will not obey. We stood facing towards the pool filled to the very brim with liquid roofing tar. I glanced at Sarah, I think she winked, but under the paint it was hard to tell. Hilary froze as we both leaned forward and fell into the thick tar. It swallowed us hungrily. Hilary rushed forward as our bodies disappeared beneath the surface. It was impossible for us to hear her cries even when we surfaced. Our bodies were now nothing but shiny black statues. I pushed Sarah and we playfully wrestled. Hilary stood at the edge. Soon enough we stepped out and waddled beneath the tar to a tarp placed on the yard. There was a rope attached to a post and a tractor parked behind us. Sarah and I knelt facing each other and embraced. As we clung together the tar stuck us together as single blob.

Pull the rope I yelled. Hilary untied the rope looking as it led back to the cab of the tractor. I nodded beneath the tar. She suddenly realised what would happen as she saw the tractor bucket above us .

She gently pulled the rope, this pulled the lever in the cab which tipped the tractor bucket and a slow flow of woodchip based horse manure poured onto us. Soon there was just a pile of steaming manure with two blobs above the surface.

Hilary dropped the rope and fell to her knees.

***

If I was brutally honest I had not thought how we would escape the tar prison and it took almost a day for Hilary to dig us out and then find solvents to allow us to break free from our clutches. By this time however one thing was clear, Sarah and I were now sisters and, our mistress, despite her anger at the efforts she had to put in to set up free was so massively impressed that she could not doubt our integrity to be her subs.

It was two days later that Sarah and I knelt before her, heads bowed. Hilary reached down, placing the collar around my neck, she looked into my eyes as she started to close the loop. I looked away from her glance nodding slightly as the ring sealed as firmly as my fate.

Sarah was next, it seemed only fair that she should also have a collar so Mistress had been kind and ordered her one for herself. The sharp click of the steel lock made my heart jump, its weight around my neck there as a reminder of the message it contained.

I am the property of Hilary Knox I give myself freely and forever to her love and protection.

Chapter 5

It had been sometime since my beautiful mistress had placed a collar around my neck and that of my new 'sister' Sarah. I had effectively given up my work, however the money raised by an app I had created kept nicely filling my bank account as I toiled for Hilary as an unpaid stable hand and slave.

You see I was no longer Claire Fullerton, systems analyst and developer who had enjoyed a hobby riding and liveried my horse at the stables of a local event rider, I was now just 'you' or 'slave' to my mistress. I had let my house and lived, sharing the stable flat with Sarah.

You may think that this was something which seemed cruel or barbaric however I had given myself over to slavery freely and the rewards, the love and attention from my mistress was now all I desired in life. I had left behind the stress of deadlines and misbehaving business IT systems and given everything to Hilary who looked after,protected and loved me. If I was a good girl, kept the stables clean to Hilary's high standards, groomed her horses to the perfection she expected and was polite and demure I would receive her praise and could have the opportunity to share her bed and her desires. To fail was like a dagger through my heart, the punishment dealt in blows from a riding crop or being hogtied and left to sleep in a stable was nothing to match my mistresses displeasure.

However, I was a good groom and an attentive lover, my mistress was almost always satisfied with what I did and so I was rarely punished. Sarah however was so often slovenly, lazy and such a poor worker that I wonder if in fact she thrived on the humiliation and punishment. I so often suspected this and felt that the surreptitious wink she gave me as she was trussed up in the automated horse walker and set to jog in circles with her hands above her head was telling.

My perfection was not without its jealousy, Hilary loved Sarah and me equally and showed her desires to the same level but I often felt that there was some, albeit friendly rivalry between us at the times when Sarah wanted to impress our mistress. It seemed that today was one of those times when a rebellious streak would show its ugly head.

***

I woke as the alarm screeched that it was four thirty am, I sighed and resisted the temptation to roll over. This was a major event day and I had to get Hilary's two horses ready for the dressage competition which would decide if she was to become a member of the Great British team. No pressure then, I thought as I dragged myself from the bunk in the horsebox and pulled on a pair of grubby jodhpurs. Sarah was fast asleep in the lower bunk, it was clear that she was not going to pull her weight but I put that from my mind as I quickly brushed my hair and left to feed and muck out the stables and get the horses ready.

I went on autopilot as I shoveled manure from the stables as the horses munched buckets of oats. Five am and I had to get the two fine thoroughbreds groomed and exercised before the competition commenced. I started the slow process of brushing down the first horse who fidgeted and stamped as I bustled around him.

Mornin' Sarah leant over the stable door yawning. Not done yet? She giggled.

Oh for goodness sake Sarah. Hilary will kill us both if we let her down today of all days.

Oh chill She smiled. I know you will do just fine.

I honestly thought that Sarah must have a death wish, I had no idea what Hilary would do if either one of us let her down today. I pushed the idea from my mind as I hurried to get the horses ready with or without Sarah's help.

***

By eight forty-five both horses were looking perfect, their coats shone as if mirrored, their tack was perfect. I sighed as I saw Hilary walk towards me, the sight of her in her dressage outfit would almost make me cum on the spot. The perfectly polished boots (I had spent hours on those, savoring the leather which had been so close to her), her skin tight white jodhpurs which clung to her body and showed her equally tightly honed thighs, her white blouse and the silk tail coat. I stared, open mouthed. Hilary rewarded me with a smile, touching my shoulder sending electric shocks through my body.

Thank you, they look amazing! Hilary's truly meant statement made me blush like a schoolgirl. I stuttered. You have worked so hard. Good girl. She leaned down and kissed my cheek lightly. I almost collapsed. Now Sarah tells me you have my topper.

Hilary's top hat was antique silk top hat and the crowning glory of her dressage uniform. It was also her 'lucky' hat, she had worn it whenever she had won a competition. I But I stammered. I did not have her hat, I had cleaned and polished it some days before but had left it for Sarah to pack and, of course I had checked that it was in the horse box before we left. My heart sunk, Sarah appeared behind Hilary clutching the top hat with a Cheshire cat grin on her face. The hat was far from the perfect state I had left it in and she wiped the smile from her face and looked suddenly grim as she handed it to Hilary.

Oh Miss! She cowered. I found your hat in the stable. It has been She was cut short by Hilary who wailed as she tipped the hat and poured a fresh pile of dung from it. She turned to me. What did you do? Her voice was a rasp of pure anger. I stuttered and gasped. You left this in the stable and it has been ruined! I glanced up watching Sarah making a neck cutting gesture behind Hilary's back.

Miss I No

Stop! Hilary glared at me. Kneel.

I dropped to my knees in the mud before my mistress, staring down at the toes of her perfectly polished boots. I daren't look up to do so would have been almost suicide. Hilary was silent as she poured the last of the muck before me and tried to clean the silk. If I had realized that there were tears in her eyes I don't know what I would have done, I knew that I had been betrayed but in this position I could say or do nothing.

Deal with Her! Hilary's last word had been spat out with such venom that my heart was breaking as I watched her take her first horse, mount and ride towards the arena. I stayed kneeling, the cold mud seeping through my jodhpurs. I wanted to leap up and attack Sarah, I know what she had done but she had been commanded and I knew that I was unable to do anything but respond to what she told me to do.

Oh Claire Sarah laughed. Perfect, goody two shoes Claire. Never punished, always so hard working. She paused. You don't know what you are missing out on.

At this stage I could not see more that the toes of Sarah's worn green wellingtons, I dare not look up, not just because I did not want to break my command but I did not want her to see I was myself broken.

Hilary has asked me to deal with you, so that is what I shall do Sarah walked behind me, kicking me in the back of the legs so that I fell forwards, landing face first in a deep puddle of mud and horse manure. I gasped but was too quickly bound in a punishing hogtie, my elbows tied so they touched my back arched. Sarah left for a moment leaving me to contemplate my fate, my body ached, the baler twine Sarah had used cutting into my wrists and ankles. I was soon roughly lifted and dumped into a wheelbarrow. Sorry bitch, I couldn't find an empty one. She pushed me down into the muck which layered the barrow. I was disgusting, coated in mud and muck which was seeping into my polo shirt and jodhpurs. I was bounced away from the stables and towards what I guessed was our horsebox.

Sarah opened a side hatch beneath the floor of the horsebox, this was a storage container which we usually reserved for feed sacks but now it was clear that was to be my home as she dragged me from the barrow and forced me into the tiny space. I only just fitted and this required a level of contortion until I was unable to move an inch. I could see Sarah as she had pushed me in facing the door, my hands helpless behind me. She smiled evilly. Want something for the journey? Sarah roughly unbuttoned my jodhpurs and dragged them down so that my panties were exposed. She grabbed a handful of dust and rubbed it into my pussy. Corn and oat dust. she smiled as she rubbed in another handful before re-tightening my jodhpurs and rubbing more of the dust into my bra and in my armpits. My confusion gave way to a manic desire to scratch as the dust started to irritate my skin. I struggled, unable to do anything to calm the itch. Oh yes Claire, best itching powder I know. Have a nice day! With this she slammed the door closed.

The day was hot, in fact it was one of the hottest days of the year and I was trapped in a tiny box, as I sweated the oat dust made me itch more. It was hours of torment before I heard the thumping of the horses being loaded above me. The engine started and the horse box started to move. Suddenly I was bashed with every movement, slammed within the limits of the space.

***

It was at least a two hour drive home and then more hours, I guessed, before the horses had been attended to and the door of my prison was finally opened. Take her out. Hilary's voice sounded calmer but still angry. Sarah dragged me out and dropped me onto the rough concrete of the yard before cutting me free. I rolled in a fetal position, too exhausted even to kneel before my mistress.

You know what you did? I nodded feebly. You understand you will be punished.

Yes miss. I whispered.

Good. Hilary turned to Sarah. Wash her down, she stinks. I watched as her boots stepped away across the yard.

Sarah dragged me to my feet, I struggled to stand. Come on bitch. She smiled. Sarah part carried me to the wash stall. I was quickly tied, spread-eagled with my wrists in the cross ties above my head. I allowed my body to slump forward so I was hanging in the ties. Bath-time! Sarah splashed my body with a bucket of heavy oil. Whoops She smiled. That is a bucket of hoof oil and not water. I wonder how that could have happened? The sticky oil dripped down my body seeping through my jodhpurs. I do hope that this is water Another bucket of gluey oil hit me full in the face, my eyes stung and the oil coated my entire body. Oh dear, you are not having much luck are you? Sarah slowly spilled a sack of oat dust over my head, it stuck to the oil leaving me rapidly setting with a thick coating of flour like powder. Nighty, night!

***

To say I slept would have been a lie. I dozed eventually hanging from the cross-ties. I woke with a start as the door to the wash stall opened and Hilary stood before me. My heart sunk as I saw her face, she was not angry but disappointed. She stepped towards me, inspecting the now solid coating which prevented me from moving. Why? I stuttered, how I had not done this, how I loved her, how I would never do this to her. Oh I do know

My eyes crashed open. I know? I slowly repeated.

I know that you would never do anything to hurt me. I was on edge yesterday it was a bit day and all that. I won by the way, I am on the team. It was so matter of fact. But why would Sarah do this to you? She paused. It kept me up all night. Was it jealousy or something else? She walked around me as I hung there. I think she wanted you to experience what she so craves, you see she thrives on the humiliation and punishment that I give her. For her this is the ultimate pleasure, I am sure she is creaming her panties at the thought of what I would do to her when I discover that she was the one who destroyed my topper. Of course I could double bluff and do nothing. Leave her hanging, metaphorically as it were. She waved her hand at the cross ties holding me up. But no, she will get what she craves, perhaps as a reward for her ingenuity. Hilary smiled. But what about you?

Hilary smiled. I think you need some punishment, just to show you what this can be, to demonstrate that it can be a loving thing. She pulled on a pair of heavy gloves, gently unbuttoning my jodhpurs and pulling down to my ankles. No whips for you. Something more, subtle. I heard a swish and a sudden burning across my bare bottom, a warming glow of pain followed by another. The pain subsided quickly leaving and stinging warmth. I was puzzled there was no impact, I was being tickled but left with delicious pain. Hilary held up the bright green stinging nettle before gently passing it across my pussy. I gasped as the leaves brushed my sensitive parts. Hilary unclipped my wrists, I slumped into her arms and we kissed deeply. My heart sang as I knew that my mistress loved me again, she knew I would do anything for her.

Now She crinkled her nose. You still stink! She released me from the cross ties and tore the clothes from me leaving me naked, now either you bath Or She nodded towards the three buckets of heavy oil and the sack of oat dust. I smiled. Reaching into the sack I grabbed a handful of dust and caressed my beautiful mistress' pussy. She gasped. Oh god! She panted heavily. You may have to restrain me I gently clipped her into the cross ties before tipping the heavy oil over her body, soon she glistened and shone. I drank in the image before grabbing the sack

***

Hilary and I bathed for hours together, finally we were both clean and fresh, we fell into bed making delicious love before I fell asleep in her arms, exhausted.

As for Sarah, well Hilary had promised that she would receive punishment for what she had done and as we lay in bed together we hatched the most delicious plan to put her in her place.

Chapter 6

My name is Claire Fullerton, I am event groom for Hilary Furness-Smyth one of the UK's top riders, I am also her lover having left my previous life as an app developer to pursue love and my more bizarre tastes.

When I last wrote to you I shared the story of the day when Sarah, Hilary's other full time groom and part time lover, double crossed me. She made Hilary doubt my love and left me in punishing bondage and mess. Three months had passed and so far I had resisted revenge, Sarah thought she had got away with her malice, I was only biding my time.

***

Hilary closed her suitcase. I wish you were coming with me She frowned I could command you to

I touched the collar around my neck before shaking my head. Hilary was taking a week to visit Ireland to find more event horses, she had offered and then pleaded with me to come with her but I had said no. I have unfinished business here.

Unfinished business? Hilary paused looking into my eyes. Don't hurt her

No permanent damage. I smiled. She needs to be taught a lesson and thinks she has got away with it. Anyway, she will probably enjoy it.

Hilary smiled, she knew Sarah as well as I did, she had put me through hell and the sole reason had been to be punished. She was a devious little sub who had fretted when she had not been received retaliation from Hilary or I. Life had moved on and despite everything we were very good friends, but she had this coming to her.

Look, have a safe journey. I promise I will not be too nasty to her.

Hilary smiled and hugged me. I watched as she stepped from the house and into the waiting taxi.

***

Mid-summer was a good time to be a groom. Our horses we all out in the paddocks enjoying some time resting so there was little work to do, we checked on them a couple of times a day but otherwise could relax after the long days of the event season. Sarah was quite glad of the company around the yard and we covered for each other as we took trips out to town or otherwise rested.

Of course, while she was in town shopping for clothes I was busy in seedier establishments and soon had everything I needed for my plan. Hilary had been away for a day and Sarah was pretty much at ease as we had a morning cup of coffee after checking the horses. We laughed and joked, sitting on bales in the sunshine. I watched her slurp the coffee, dressed as ever in her skin tight blue jodhpurs, worn and muddy Hunter boots and a flimsy t-shirt. I watched as she drained her mug.

What you looking at? She smiled in a puzzled way. I smiled. She stood up, suddenly unsteady and wavering as she grabbed for the wall of the barn. What the hell Her speech was slurred.

I held up the small box, Sarah blinked as she tried to read the text. Domosedan gel She knew what this was, it was a sedative gel we used with the horses who would not allow us to clip their coats unless they were dosed to the eyeballs. Sarah smiled briefly before sliding down the side of the barn.

***

Sarah opened her eyes, drool running down her face, she tried to move but found that she had been bound tightly with baler twine, any noise was stopped by the massive ball gag which was strapped into her mouth. She blinked and muttered. Whoo-do mo

Sorry I can't hear you? I smiled, Sarah slumped down as much as the tight binding would allow her. Do you remember what you did to me? I watched as she slowly nodded. So you know what why this is happening Again she nodded, trying to hold my eye contact. Good

Sarah was tightly bound on one of of our kitchen chairs inside the barn. The barn itself was pretty empty as the summer harvest had not provided the many bales of hay and straw which would usually fill it. I had been busy and had plenty of surprises for Sarah.

As I approached Sarah I know she both deserved and desired punishment from me. It was clear that both of us had played some very messy games so that was coming first for my young groom. I pulled a tarpaulin from a range of buckets and jugs, grabbing one at random and poured the contents over Sarah's head, coating her blond, shoulder length hair. A flood of lumpy custard slowly seeped over her skull and down her face, Sarah shuddered as it engulfed her. I paused, smiling at the image before grabbing a deep sloppy banana cream pie which I slammed the pie into her face allowing her senses to be removed as the slop filled her eyes and ears.

Tearing her t-shirt I exposed her grey sports bra and her ample bosoms, I giggled, the grubby bra was ripe for filling and I could not disappoint, I grabbed a five litre bottle of molasses and started to pour it into the ample Lycra bra. Sarah moaned in ecstasy as the thick goo caressed her nipples, I watched them harden in the glistening flow. I was amazing how much of the bottle the bra held, bulging obscenely as the thick treacle seeped from the seams. I reached for another bottle and pulled her jodhpurs open before repeating the treatment with more syrup which I pushed down her legs and into her boots. Sarah was writhing, pushing her crotch towards me. I laughed Oh you naughty little groom! I grabbed a bucket of lumpy rice pudding and started to smear it over her body, taking special attention to her gluey crotch, reaching into her treacle filled panties I ensured she had rice everywhere and slipped my finger into her moist pussy, fluttering across her clit which brought moans of pleasure. I cut her bra away freeing her covered breasts, licking some of the sweet goo from her engorged nipples before coating them with runny ice cream, Sarah gasped through the gag as the icy mess touched her sensitive skin.

I felt that her hair had been left too clean despite the custard so took a dozen eggs and started to smash them into her locks. Of course, these eggs were not the freshest, in fact they were weeks past their use by date as the stench which assaulted our nostrils proclaimed. Sarah was soon covered in gloopy egg yolk which I topped off with a couple of bags of flour before shampooing it in well. I thought she deserved to smell worse so poured can after can of cat food down her body. She gnashed her teeth against the ball gag.

A topping of mayo and a couple of more pies left me with only a bucket of hoof oil remaining. I showed her the heavy, viscous liquid before tipping it over her body, it slowly engulfed her, covering all of the previous mess and immediately starting to set, leaving her as a shiny black statue.

Stepping back to admire my handiwork I smiled before loosening and pulling Sarah's jodhpurs to her knees and showing her a large dildo. I bet you want this I smiled as her eyes widened, I swiftly snipped her treacle soaked panties from her body and busied myself with the vibrator, it was clear there was no need for any lubrication as I slipped the phallus like intruder into her soaking pussy. I showed Sarah a small remote control, flicking the switch she immediately saw the effect, she moaned through her gag as the device rumbled deeply inside her. I caressed her oil coated breasts, tweaking her erect nipples until she was on the very limit of cumming, just as I saw the faraway look in her eyes and her body stiffen I clicked the remote again and left her gasping in frustration. Ah ah You are not here to enjoy this you know

I looked down at Sarah, covered in messy food and oil smiling, a good start I thought and reached for the buckets of gloss paint I had waiting. Sarah gasped as I flung a bucket of red paint towards her, it splashed across her body, I followed this with buckets of yellow and blue until she was nothing more than a brightly coloured statue.

When I eventually ran out of paint she looked rather artistic and I could just make out her features beneath layers of paint her chest moving as she breathed deeply. Right, lunchtime I heard a short gasp as she realised I would be leaving her in the warmth to set solid.

***

Are you girls playing nicely? I smiled and assured Hilary that Sarah was fine before sharing small talk about horses and how much we missed each other. I had been allowing myself a leisurely lunch, randomly flicking the remote control on and off. When I eventually came back to Sarah she was immobile and silent, the paint had set hard. I started my preparations for Sarah's next treatment, taking paramedic shears and cutting off the tattered remains of Sarah's clothing, ripping it from her body, I made sure that I was ready with handcuffs to ensure she did not attempt to escape,