never met before secured her into attire that she knew she wasn’t
possibly going to get out of without some help. It was almost erotically
stimulating, but there was also an element of fear. Winnie was extremely dominant
and Dori had felt this since they first met. Now the other girl fussed about
her head with pins and rubber bands, pulling back Dori’s long dark hair into a
ponytail and securing it with a braid. When she finished, the braid was more of
a topknot and stuck up from the top of her head, slightly back of the center of
the skull.
“How’s that?”
Winnie asked, proud of her quick work. “Do you usually ride with a braid?”
“Yesss…
Sometimes,” Dori said slowly, uncertainly.
“Well,” said
Winnie. “You will ride with one here.”
Chapter Four
Standing
Welcome
Dori knelt in the
brightly-lit room. She could see the spotlights mounted in the ceiling and the
bright whitewashed walls reflecting the light. She could see the tops of the
heads of her classmates and the instructors as they busied themselves with
their charges, but she could not see much else because her head was held back
with her face pointing at the ceiling. As soon as she finished with Dori’s
hair, Winnie fitted her with a heavy leather bridle and bit, among other
things, before bringing her downstairs to the pre-dinner meeting of the class.
Her new classmates were staring upwards just as Dori was and they all looked
quite astonished and somewhat unhappy about their state. Instructors and
grooms, male and female, hustled about, tightening straps and adjusting head
harnesses on the class. One or two of the girls were crying and their
instructors ignored the whines and pleas that came from behind drawn back lips,
the rubber plug gags and bridle-distorted faces.
Dori wore the
bridle Winnie had fitted to her head after the two had at first argued over the
arrangement. Winnie had tried to persuade the younger girl to wear the leather
and steel device without any struggle.
“If you just go
with this, I will make it easier for you. Fight me and it will get done anyway.
But it will hurt. I can always get a couple of male grooms to come in and help,
you know.”
“Yes. I know.
But I really, really don’t want this. I’m tired. I hurt. My legs are killing me
and my tits are being crushed. This sleeve is yanking my arms out of the
shoulder sockets or whatever they’re attached to. Come on, Winnie. This isn’t
fun or funny and I paid a lot of money to come here to ride, not to be abused.”
“Humm,” mused
the riding instructor, stepping back and surveying her charge. “I see. You want
to go home now?”
“No. Not home.
Just to bed. I’m really tired and this isn’t my thing. I had a boyfriend in
high school who tied me up once or twice and it was okay, but this is too much
and it’s too tight, damn it.”
“Okay,” said
Winnie. “We’ll do it my way.” She was behind Dori and as she spoke, she pulled
down on the girl’s new braid and bent Dori’s head back almost painfully until
the girl stared at the wooden wagon wheel chandelier over the bed. Dori yelped
from the sudden strain and as she did, Winnie jammed a rubber plug and metal
bit into the open mouth.
“Mummph, ounnhph
uuuuoh,” came the instant response.
Winnie forced
the plug all the way into Dori’s howling mouth and brought the steel bit back
until Dori’s cheeks were distended and pulled firmly back, baring her fine
white teeth and the black rubber plug that filled the inside of her mouth.
“You may not use
this thing on your horse, Darlin’, cause it’s a bit cruel. But it works fine
for big-mouthed broads who can’t keep their mouths shut. This is in for the
evening, Honey, so adjust to it.”
The tone and
level of Winnie’s voice changed dramatically as she forced the bit and plug
into Dori’s surprised mouth. Now Winnie was all business. She pulled straps
from the rings on the sides of the bit backwards and buckled them behind