A few words with her...

He slowly walked up next to her at the coffee machine, casting glances around to make sure they were alone. It was close to lunch time, most people were either working or on their way to grab lunch. Nobody wanted coffee.

"More than a five thousand visitors within half a day," he said quietly. "I am impressed."
Jessica shot him an angry look. She had managed to work through the morning almost without thinking of the whole incident. For a few hours she had been back to her own old self: A though and successful young woman in a rising management career.

"How is this even possible?" she finally asked. "How do people find this website."
John gave her a grin and chuckled.
"Why, well, because I advertised it on the appropriate forums and relevant chat groups, reddit threads and porn circles, of course. There's a whole underground of men with a weakness for that fetish. Why do you think the Czech republic got so rich exporting their pony girls globally."
"But human trafficking is forbidden in the US!" Jessica hissed.
John laughed. "Yeah, well, prostitution in general was forbidden back in the days. Remember that? Didn't change the fact that it existed. Everywhere. There are brothels out there, filly, who cater to certain... tastes of men. Even the few fetishes that are still a bit frowned upon. Most of them have become accepted anyway." He smiled. "If the women are obviously craving and enjoying it, by nature, why should anyone ban it?"

She looked around nervously after he said "filly" again. "Don't call me that in public!" she hissed and got another smirking grin. "Oh, you are fine if I call you that in private?" he replied.

"That's not what I said."
"But maybe what you meant. What your subconciousness tells you."
"Shut up, John. I am leaving now."
"No, Jessica, you won't. I want to talk to you about those pictures you chose."
"The pictures...?" Jessica asked weakly.
"Interesting choices," John said.

She tried to remember which pictures she had chosen in the end, but her memory was a blur. There had been so many. It had been so overwhelming. She had masturbated frantically, and... Jessica shudderd. In the end, she rememberd, she had just chosen any picture. The first ones that she had found, if she remembered correctly.

She decided to say nothing.

"I liked the one where the girl is wearing a tight latex suit, especially with those large holes that make sure that all interesting parts are still accessible," John continued, chuckling. "That something you secretly dreaming about, filly?"

Jessica stared at him, shocked. "NO!" she exclaimed, but he just grinned.

"Seriously!" she insisted. "I just chose some random pictures. I swear, I..."
"Oh, shut up, filly," John cut her short. "Whatever you were doing there, I don't believe for one second that it was just the first three pictures you stumbled over. I did a bit of research myself, and the ones you took there are not exactly the kind of pics that pop up immediatly after a quick search. You must have digged pretty deeply into the porn community - Jessica."

The fact that he suddenly used her real name again just made it more uncomfortable. As if to underline the fact that she was who she was. "Filly" and "Jessica" were both her. A women with a Czech heritage fetish for horse play.

"I also liked the one where the girl is chained tightly to the floor, legs pushed apart by the spreader bar, bending over, ready to be outfitted with everything her Master could desire. And she's wearing a very nice bitgag in that one. What was it you liked most about the picture, filly? The bitgag, the spreader bar or the fact that her ass looks so **** and easy accessible? Or was it her horse boots or the nipple chain?"

Jessica gasped. She actually remembered that picture, now that John described it. The tight binding of the girl. The position she had been **** into. A whimper escaped her throat, and suddenly she wasn't sure if it was a whimper of fear or of... suppressed desire.

John's eyes had that wolfish look again.

"And lastly, the picture where they are both chained to the stable, fully dressed in their pony girl outfit, and the Master arrives with the whip in his hands. I always knew you where the type of girl who craved the strong and firm hand of a man, Jessica."

She trembled and bit her lip. She wanted to shout and scream at him, but she wasn't sure if her voice would actually be steady. She remembered. She remembered all of those pictures. And they made her shiver from arousal. Right here. Right now. Damn John!

"I have a boner hard as a rock right now, little filly," he suddenly said softly. She stared at him, still trembling. Jessica suddenly realized that she was so aroused, if John would ask her to bend over now, she... she'd probably follow his demands.

And then John chuckled again and tore her out of those thoughts. It was as if a spell had been broken. She sucked air in, tried to calm herself, to find steady ground once more.

"Wait for my orders tonight, filly," he said, turned around and was gone.

Jessica stared after him.
That had been close. Dangerously close.
She mustn't give in.