Chapter 4

By the end of the week, Charlotte was back from Paris and back in bed with me – as expected, her choice of French ‘friend’ for Pierre had been perfect and the young girl from Martinique in the West Indies had excited Pierre (and his cock) and she was due to start in a few days’ time. Pierre was back in London and for three nights I spent entirely on my own with him – as well as having the most gorgeous cock, he was a gentle and considerate lover who always made sure that I had considerably more orgasms than he did. His particular fondness was for me to use a long dildo up his arse, gently rotating it and sliding it in and out whilst ensuring that he didn’t orgasm until a couple of hours had passed.

Pierre left on the Monday for San Francisco, and was not coming back for a couple of weeks, as he was also going to Paris to spend time with the new ‘friend’ there. I went to meet my new employer and spent every day working at his gallery learning about the art work he specialised in.

Charlotte explained that she was very busy for the next fortnight, and suggested that I might like to go and stay with Lily and Caitlin in their flat, news which was greeted by those two nymphos with huge excitement. Lily and I worked during the daytime, and Caitlin worked at the Private Club in the evening. But at night, the three of us in Lily’s large double bed, experimented with every sexual vice imaginable – Caitlin and Lily learnt a number of extraordinary skills from the Club and we never seemed to get to sleep before 3 in the morning.

Then out of the blue, Lily and I arrived home one evening to find an envelope addressed to me on the mat. Inside was a piece of paper with the following typed on it:

FRIDAY, ST NEOTS STATION, 10.16am, U WILL BE MET. BRING ONE SLAVE. FRIEND OF SAPPHIC xx

I laughed out loud – clearly my exploits which had gone viral on Facebook were going to lead to more excitement. I asked Lily if she was happy to accompany me, but she looked forlorn – they were so busy in the office that Charlotte would not allow her the time off. However, when Caitlin came in that night, she was thrilled to be asked to be my Slave and immediately volunteered.

Come Friday, Caitlin and I were at Kings Cross in good time to get the 9.20 train to St Neots. Caitlin was highly excited, and wanted to know how much sex she would be involved in. I had to explain that her role was to be my servant and she could only do what Friend of Sapphic invited her to do.

When we arrived at the station, there was a smart Rolls Royce parked in the forecourt and a man holding a notice which just said ‘Kathryn’. Caitlin and I walked over and, without a word, he opened the rear door and we climbed in and were driven for about 15 minutes, until we swept through imposing gates and followed a huge drive and eventually arrived at an enormous country house. To my surprise, Ubon, the Thai maid from my previous experience with Sapphic, was there to meet us.

As we got out of the car, she said, “Please follow me. As before, I will answer no questions. Unless I say otherwise, your slave, Caitlin, is to do exactly the same as you.” She set off walking round the side of the house until we reached what appeared to be a stable block. Once inside, two young girls, wearing traditional riding jodhpurs and riding jackets, were standing there waiting for us. Ubon said, “This is Natalie (she pointed to a buxom blonde girl) and this is Caroline (a tall slim brunette – both of them in their teens), you will obey every instruction from them, your handlers. Now both of you, go over there and take all your clothes off!”

We both hurried into what was a large horse box, with lots of straw and little else. I grinned at Caitlin, who looked a little anxious. “What did she mean, handler?” “Don’t worry, baby” I whispered. “This will be fun, I’m sure, and you’re with me.”

“Shut up in there!” shouted Natalie. “You don’t speak unless I let you. Now get those bloody clothes off – we have a lot to do.”

Quickly we were naked and came out to where our handlers were waiting. Each of us was grabbed by a wrist and led to stand against a wall, and each of us had a wrist attached to a clamp on the wall. “Right, said Caroline, “Mistress hates dirty ponies, so we’ll deal with that first.” So saying, she stepped back and a blast of cold water hit Caitlin and I from the hose that Natalie had in her hand. We screamed in shock, but it made no difference – the only saving grace was the outside temperature that day was 30 degrees. The water continued for about 2 minutes until we were thoroughly soaked. Then it stopped, and Caroline moved forward wearing soap impregnated mitts and started to soap our bodies all over. No sooner had she finished than the hose was back on us until all the soapy water ran away. Caroline unclipped me first, dried me with a towel and told me to sit on a stool. Then she did the same with Caitlin. Luckily both of us had short hair which could be left as it was.

“Now for the interesting part,” said Natalie. “Sit still whilst I put these hoods on you.” She pulled a hood down over my head, so that it came half way down my face, but left my eyes, mouth and nostrils clear. Then she produced a mass of leather straps and steel buckles – I realised it was a horse’s bridle – and it was going on us. Natalie placed it over my head, tightened up the various straps and then fitted a bit in my mouth. Both handlers knelt in front of us and put on short leather boots with side zips. “Stand up, both of you! Hurry up, hurry up, Mistress is waiting.” This proved challenging, as the boots had 4 inch heels - they tipped us forward so we had to compensate by sticking our bums out.

Caroline then brought a leather bodice with a complex series of reins attached, which she fitted, cinching our waists in hard. The bodice held my breasts up, and stopped at my waist so that my buttocks and cunt still showed below it. When all the reins were in place, we were ready at last. Caroline took my reins and Natalie took Caitlin, went behind us and flicked the reins against my bum. “Walk on!” they both said and we rather staggered out into the daylight.

There in front of us were two carts like Roman chariots and we were taken to them. Each cart had two poles which we were clearly going to have to pull them with, and we were backed into place and the poles fixed to our wrists. Even when our handlers climbed into the chariots, they were light and well-balanced. There was room in each chariot for one of the handlers and one passenger. So there Caitlin and I stood, hooded, bare breasts and buttocks, fitted out as ponies ready to pull pony carts.

Caroline walked round and stood in front of us. “Now listen to me, ponies. In two hours’ time, your Hostess will be holding an orgy for all her friends from the Sapphic Group – a number of extremely sexually excitable ladies who meet regularly for sex and other perversions. You two will meet them at the main gates, where they will park their cars, and you will bring them up to the house. There are some 20 ladies invited, so you will have a considerable number of journeys, and they will need to be done quickly. The party will last some three hours, during which you will be available to the guests for their sexual pleasure, and then you will have to take the ladies back to the main gate. Now, in the next two hours we are going to train you to pull these chariots properly. If you obey and learn quickly, we will be kind to you. If you don’t, you will be severely punished.”

The next two hours were total hell. Caitlin and I had to learn to pick up our feet so we were like a pony prancing, to start and stop smoothly, to respond immediately when the handler told us to, and to run and run and run. Eventually we stopped at the main gate, sweat pouring off us, gasping for breath, my bum marked all over where Caroline had whipped me to get me to obey. Caroline climbed down and, taking a wet cloth, proceeded to wipe me down, then took a water bottle and let me drink from it greedily.

“Ok, ponies, 5 minutes to go, don’t let me down, Mistress is counting on you to get this party off to a great start. And here are the first guests.”

A large Bentley pulled through the gates and parked in the car park. Out of the car came two young women, probably in their 20s judging by their bodies, and both of them wearing masks.

“Why are they doing it?” said one of them. “Are they slaves of some sort?”

“Not at all madam,” replied Natalie. “They volunteered for this position.”

“Can we stroke them?” said the other girl.

“Of course, madam, they are very gentle and calm.”

The two girls came forward and one approached me and ran her hand over my buttocks and then stroked my breasts and slipped a couple of fingers into my exposed cunt. “She has a lovely body,” she said to Natalie. “Is she for sale?”

I was shocked by this – I had never thought of that, and with the bit in my mouth, I couldn’t speak, so I let out a horse-like whinnying sound. The girl stepped back quickly, but Natalie immediately swung the whip and struck me hard on flank. “Quiet Beauty!” she said. “Now madam, let’s get you to the party. If you come with me and your friend can go with Caroline.”

So they climbed in the chariots – a lot heavier now with the two in it – and we set off.