I have to admit that I haven’t been doing much in the way of narrating this tale lately, and I think I should just add in a few words before we return to the main narrative. By this time I had finished the contract I was working on and was back full time at the farm. I was going to have to find something else to do, because it wasn’t stretching either my mind or my time.

Wendy, Madeline and Mel and I had had a meeting after Susan and Naomi had left. My impression of Naomi was very favourable, as was Mel’s. Wendy, as I have said, had gleaned a good deal from Susan, and of course from Naomi herself, and it turned out that Madeline knew of her because, obviously, she had been to the same college and Madeline had kept in touch with the staff. So it was all a bit of a set up. Mel’s greeting of ‘Hi George’ with a kiss, giving the impression that she hadn’t seen me for ages was a bit over the top, but I didn’t think anyone noticed, and then taking the girls for tea to get a reaction in a social situation was all agreed before hand. What I hadn’t anticipated was the change in Susan. If it hadn’t been for her smile I would have sworn it was a different girl. Gone was the additional weight which really hadn’t suited her, and left was a lovely confident girl. Shame I wasn’t a year or three younger ... who am I kidding. I will have to have a chat with her sometime to find out her side of what had gone on at the stables. Simple enough, I’d just get Annie to call me when Susan popped in for coffee, as I was sure she would.

The upshot of the meeting was that Naomi would fit in very well, and Mel was so happy that she just had to call Susan.

Frankie was freshly showered and already in bed when Dee and Susan got there. Sitting up in the middle with a smile on her face.

“I’m sure your nose will be happier now, Susan. I’m clean enough for you to eat your supper off,” she declared.

Almost simultaneously Dee and Susan replied.

“I’ll pass on the supper, thank you,” said Susan, whilst Dee commented that it was an interesting idea, to much laughter.

Frankie was pensive for a moment.

“I guess this is as good a time as any to talk to you,” she began. It does concern both of you. I’ve decided that I want to go to college and learn to design and make furniture.”

“What started this off?” asked Susan.

“I’ve always done art and craft sort of things, and I enjoyed it at school. And then I’ve watched Sarah, and I really think it would be a good idea. And Sarah says she could employ me for a few hours to help. It wouldn’t be until the beginning of term in September. And I’ve got to be accepted too.”

“Ah! Do you think it is a good idea to work for your lover?” asked Susan.

“Sarah’s not my lover. I’ve just ... well, Julia, umm ... she’s who I was with this evening. And you know ... it’s very good ... with her ... but...” and Frankie stopped.

“But?” asked Dee.

“But ... I think I’d prefer a man ... well to try, I mean, well, there’s so much more, isn’t there?”

“I’m not sure either of us know,” said Susan. “We were out with men this evening, but having men being nice to us is a new experience, isn’t it, Dee?”

“Yes,” said Dee, thoughtfully. “But I think I like it. I suppose I didn’t ought to, or at least the shrinks wouldn’t expect me to. But I did. It was fun this evening, and I’d like to see James again. You enjoyed it too, Susan.”

“I did, but ... well, when I think about the ‘so much more’ that Frankie refers to, I’m really not sure. I like Andy, but I get the impression that if I married him he’d be in charge. I don’t think he’d share equally, and I don’t want that.”

“You can tell all that from one date?” asked Dee, sceptically.

“Enough, I think. I think I might prefer older men,” she had a faraway look for a second. “I’ll pass Andy on to Frankie.”

“Thanks very much,” said Frankie. “Do I get all your cast offs?”

“Only if you are very lucky,” said Susan. “Now, there was something else wasn’t there.”

“If I go to college, I shall have to find somewhere to live.”

“Why? You have a home here,” said Susan. “I told you that.”

“Yes, she did,” confirmed Dee.

Before snuggling down to sleep there were hugs and kisses all round.

Susan arrived at ‘The Gables’ on Saturday morning in time to join in with the breakfast coffee. Dee was with her dressed in the French maid’s outfit that comprised her uniform. She immediately left to get to work on the guest bedrooms. Susan had her make up case as usual and a small case containing her red cat suit.

“It feels like we’ve been up for hours,” said Jack. “Such hard work keeping everyone happy.”

“And all for a pittance,” Susan grinned.

“Awful,” Jill joined in. “We’ve got a present for you,” she went on. “Drink your coffee and we’ll show you.”

“When you’re dressed,” said Jack, “there’s a pony out in the stable that needs to be harnessed. We’ve had a new track made through the woods and we’ve a couple of clients who’d like to try driving.”

Susan wondered who the pony could be, she had suspicions, and she was quite sure it didn’t have four legs.

Coffee finished Jill took Susan into the dressing room.

“Strip,” she commanded.

Susan stripped and Jill handed her a new cat suit. It was mainly silver but over the shoulders it was coloured dark blue which faded down into the silver. It was sophisticated and simply gorgeous. Susan couldn’t wait to get into it. A few minutes later, Susan was on the inside of the superb creation, and wearing a pair of silver ankle boots that went with it. There was a silver mask too. Susan felt ready to face anything. But the first thing was a pony. She made her way out to the stables.

As she entered the stables she picked up the whip that was lying on a shelf. She went to the loose box with a closed door where she knew she would find the pony. As she had thought the pony was Susanna. Susanna was wearing a halter which was secured to a ring in the wall, a strap around her hips to which the wrist cuffs were secured, and a pair of knee length boots that terminated in ... hooves. Well, well thought Susan, those are new and very nice too. She opened the door and entered.

“Hello pony Susanna.”

“Hello Susan,” said Susanna.

“Wrong! You should whinny.”

Susan swung the whip. As usual it made a thwackly crackly sound even though Susan was being quite gentle. The shriek that came from Susanna was more from shock than pain.

“Ponies,” said Susan, swinging the whip again.

“Do not,” she said, the subsequent shriek was quite muted.

She waited before laying on the final cut.

As she swung again Susan said, “talk.”

She put the whip down and gave the ‘pony’ a affectionate cuddle, smoothing her flanks and whispering to her as her crying subsided into snuffling. Susan took some tissues and wiped up the snot and drool. Ponies, she thought, could be awfully messy...

“Now let’s get you ready,” Susan said, and picked up the harness.

With practised ease Susan harnessed the now quiescent Susanna, all the while she keeping the pony’s head tethered. She could even have sworn that when she slipped the bit into Susanna’s mouth with the words ‘we’ll have to remove those back teeth’, that Susanna quivered with a small orgasm. She got the feathered headdress clipped on and then pinched Susanna’s nipples to make them stand out, and clipped the bells into place. The bells were fairly heavy and provided constant stimulation as the pony moved, as well as producing a merry jingling. Finally she picked up the tail. Whereas previously she had inserted this quickly, so that it was in place before the pony realised, she now put her arm around Susanna’s belly and pulled her back so that with her head tethered in place her buttocks were thrust back. Taking the lubricated anal plug in her other hand, Susan slowly rubbed it across Susanna’s rosebud and then gently slid it into place. This time there was no doubt about the orgasm.

Susan stood back to survey her handiwork. There was no doubt that the new headdress was a great improvement. It clipped to harness at the bit and sat on top of the pony’s head. In addition it now had a mask over the eyes with blinkers so that the pony could only see forwards. Together with the collar stopping the head from moving it was a great improvement. The harness part that stimulated the pony’s clitoris wasn’t fitted, a pony might have a spontaneous orgasm, but generally this would be a reward at the end of the work session. Susan clipped on the reins and guided Susanna out to the sulky.

With Susanna harnessed to the sulkie Susan decided to take a look at the new track. She got into the seat, shook the reins and commanded ‘Walk on’. Susanna walked forward and Susan guided her onto the new track. A few small trees had been removed, and the surfaced levelled with a top dressing of shredded bark. This gave a nice ride and the pony was able to pull the sulky easily. It was about a quarter of a mile around the circuit and Susan did not want to tire pony Susanna, so she only drove her at a trot for the last hundred yards. Susanna was now exhibiting signs of some discomfort and Susan realised that the problem was a full bladder.

“Spread your legs,” Susan commanded, “and relax.”

After a moment Susanna let go of a steady stream which gradually died down and Susan wiped her with some tissue. The blush of embarrassment spread down over Susanna’s shoulders.

Once Susan had Susanna turned round in the shed ready to go again, she took a towel and rubbed her down, then draped a blanket over her so that she wouldn’t get cold.

As she went back to the house Susan met Jill coming the other way with a woman. The woman was tall with a mass of black wavy hair past her shoulders, surrounding a beautiful high cheek boned face. Her slim figure was dressed from top to toe in black leather, her only colour being the slash of bright red lipstick. Susan judged her to be in her thirties.

“This is Mrs Black,” said Jill. “You’ve got the pony ready, Susan?”

“Yes,” Susan replied, turning to Mrs Black. “If you would like to come with me.”

Jill turned back to the house and Susan conducted Mrs Black through to where Susanna was waiting.

“Have you driven before?” Susan enquired.

“Yes,” replied Mrs Black. “But not this sort of pony.”

“Not a lot of difference,” said Susan. “Less speed and stamina, quite intelligent but can be a little headstrong.”

Susan removed the blanket from Susanna.

“Oh, she’s lovely,” Mrs Black gushed. She examined Susanna closely, as she would a pony. She felt around the head, opened the mouth, then looked at Susan.

“The bit works, but it isn’t very comfortable for her, so we are thinking of removing the back teeth.” Susan told her.

Again there was that slight shudder.

“That would be better,” said Mrs Black, and continued with her examination. “Would it be better if the nipples were pierced?”

“I’m not sure the effect would be the same, but it would be interesting to try. We could always revert to the clamps.”

“True. Nice firm breasts.” she commented and continued, smoothing down the flanks and turning her attention to Susanna’s belly. “Need some firming up here,” she tried to insert her hands between the thighs, but Susanna resisted.

Susan had the crop in her hand and applied a stroke to Susanna’s buttocks. There was a sniff from Susanna and her knees parted.

“They can be a little difficult,” she said. “More training required I’m afraid.”

Mrs Black slid her hand over Susanna’s neatly shaven mons, across her clitoris eliciting another shudder, and pushed a finger into her vagina.

“Nice and tight,” she said, removing her finger and sniffing it. “And ready to mate too. Are going to breed her?”

“That is up to the principals,” said Susan. “Although I don’t see why not.”

“Okay, let’s give her a run,” Mrs Black got into the seat and Susan handed her the reins.

“Walk on,” Mrs Black commanded.

Susanna moved forward and Mrs Black guided her onto the track, ‘trot’ Susan heard, and then they were out of sight.

A few minutes later they reappeared. Mrs Black reined Susanna to a stop.

“Excellent,” she said. “I suppose she runs rather than gallops.”

“Yes,” said Susan. “Give it a try.”

Mrs Black commanded ‘Run’, and they set off.

A few minutes later they were back, Susanna breathing heavily. Mrs Black handed the reins to Susan who released Susanna from the sulky, rubbed her down with a towel and sat her in the old comfy chair that was in the corner of the shed for just such a purpose. Susan slid her hand down to Susanna’s crotch and within half a minute she was writhing in orgasm. She slumped back in the chair and Susan covered her with the blanket.

“You have to give them a reward,” she said.

“And the driver,” Mrs Black pushed Susan back against the wall and the bright red lips descended on Susan’s. The woman was clearly turned on by the events of the last hour or so, although curiously, Susan thought, she wasn’t herself, something she would have to ponder on. The other thing that required some thought was how easily she had slipped into talking about Susanna as though she were really a pony. Meantime their tongues were busily engaged, and Susan, realising what was required, dropped her hand down across Mrs Black’s stomach, and further. What, she wondered had happened to the black leather trousers which no longer barred the way to Mrs Black’s pleasure centre. Almost as soon as Susan’s hand arrived there the woman convulsed in orgasm. Mrs Black broke the kiss and leaned on Susan’s shoulder breathing heavily, partly supported by Susan’s hand buried firmly in her crotch.

“God, I haven’t lost control like that since, well, forever.” She stood back and manoeuvred her trousers back into place.

“The cloakroom is just through here,” Susan showed her the way.

A few minutes later Mrs Black reappeared looking exactly as she had when she arrived.

“Thank you, Susan. That was interesting and most enjoyable. We shall meet again.”

And with that she left.

Susan went to the cloakroom. When she returned it was without the decoration of smudged red lipstick. She’d have to do the full make up repair job when she got back to the house.

But first, she got Susanna to her feet and took her back to the loose box. Here she removed the headwear and bit and replaced it with a halter. She fixed this to a hook, made sure that Susanna had water and some high protein food. Then Susan went back to the kitchen. Coffee was the next order of the day.

Susan had just sat down with a mug of coffee when Jill came in.

“Susan! You are a hit! Mrs Black was absolutely delighted with you, and she says she’ll be back. We’ve got another client this afternoon, Susanna’s going to pay for herself in no time.”

That seemed an odd thing to say but Susan left it.

“Is her name really Mrs Black?” she asked.

Jill shrugged, “Who cares, she pays cash, she can call herself a duchess for all I care. Now, Horace is downstairs and I know he’d like to see you.”

“I’ll finish my coffee and go and see him,” said Susan.

Before she could do that Jack arrived with a young girl.

“Have you met Jemma, Susan?” Jack had a broad grin on his face.

He pushed forward a slim young girl with shoulder length hair wearing a pink halter top and matching very short skirt.

“No,” said Susan. “Hello Jemma.”

“Hello Susan,” said Jemma, and was immediately told off by Jack.

“Mistress Susan,” Jack told the girl.

“Jack, what have you done? And how?” asked Susan as realisation struck. “This is Jeremy.”

“Not any more,” said Jack. “Tell Mistress Susan...”

“I’m Jemma now,” said the girl. “Mummy said she always wanted a girl. She says I’ll be much happier, and much less trouble.”

“She’s taking puberty blockers and quite a lot of hormones, she’ll fill this out before long,” Jack indicated the halter. Show Mistress Susan, Jemma.”

Jemma raised the bottom of the halter to show a definite puffiness to her chest, smiling shyly.

What the hell was going on Susan wondered. How on earth could this happen? Hypnosis? But her understanding of that was that people couldn’t be made to do something that was against their nature. But was that really true? Could hypnosis be enhanced with drugs? Or did Jeremy really want to be Jemma? And when she thought about it ... Susanna, what was going on there?

“I’d better go and attend to Horace,” she said.

Susan went down into the dungeon and eventually found Horace attached to one of his infamous contraptions. He was hooded so he was completely silent and was unable to see, his hands cuffed behind his back. She really didn’t have the technical knowledge to describe this contraption, but she could see from the rope around his neck that it had to be something to do with asphyxiation to enhance the orgasmic experience. She didn’t actually know anything about this either, but had read somewhere about an MP who had been trapped by his rope and throttled himself. Susan didn’t have a great interest in politics, but she was quite sure that one MP less was no loss to anyone. And then she thought well maybe he had a mum who loved him, so perhaps that wasn’t so good.

It appeared, from what Susan could see, that there was something to catch his ejaculate, and that that would short circuit something and start some sort of mechanism that would cause him to be strangled. Very odd, and it did worry her a bit. However, she gently dragged her whip down his chest and then up his legs. There was a very definite interest. She worked him over gradually building up the ... suddenly there it was! Horace ejaculated, whatever it was shorted out or whatever, the floor he was standing on dropped and the noose tightened. His face began to go purple. A moment later the floor returned and the rope slackened. Some rasping breaths and Horace came to. Susan’s heart, which seemed to have stopped for a moment, began beating again. She took a deep breath and told him she’d be back again later.