A tripod and a long note.

It was the expected procedure: The doorbell rang, and as Jessica opened anxiously, she found another package. But this time, she couldn't identify the object inside at all. Or rather - she had no clue what it meant. A small tripod?

Frowning, she read the note next to it.

Hello my perky filly,

I have another task for you and I expect you to follow my commands as dutifully and obedient as you did this morning. I hope you are happy to be informed that I have registered a website just for you:

www.****-filly.com

Congratulations, you are about to become a secret star of the internet. Haven't you always dreamt about that? We will start slowly. Currently, the website is mostly empty. I started to write an introduction text that explains how you are living your ostensible normal life, while secretly dreaming about your fetishes, especially your Czech heritage of a pony girl. The website will be the space to explore those fantasies. Doesn't that sound intriguing? I am sure it will for a lot of curious users out there. I have told them that you want to stay anonymous for the time being, of course. I keep my word - I won't blow your cover, Jessica. As long as you behave like a good filly should. But we all know how much fake websites are out there, right? So I want you to film your body, with the harness, to prove people that you are real. That's what the tripod is for. You can use your phone, just attach it to the tripod and start recording. You make sure that nothing will give you and your true identity away, of course. I am sure you'll manage. Afterwards, I want you to browse the web and find three pictures of pony girls that showcase your secret dreams. We both know that, deep inside, you really have those dreams, right? So don't disappoint me. If by tomorrow the website is not completed with the little video clip and those three pictures, there will be - consequences. Choose what you like, I give you total freedom. As long as they are pictures of pony girls. That's all for now. No further bridle attached. You can go to work normally tomorrow. We don't want anybody in the office find out about your little secret, right?

Jock

Jessica stared at the note and, with shaking hands, read it again to make sure it really said what she thought it said. Was John mad? She was not ready to do this. Not at all.

He can make your life hell, a little voice said in the back of her head. Jessica cursed. Then she threw the tripod into a corner. Whipped out her phone and typed in the adress: ****-filly.com. And indeed: It was all as described in the letter.

"Hello world!" the website began. "This will become my private place to share with all of you some of my hottest secrects. I am 'Perky Filly', a Czech and Austrian born young woman (you all know what that means, hehe!), living undercover in the States. I have a normal job, even pretty successful I dare say. You would NEVER guess who I am if you met me during the day in my working costume. But we all know that women can't escape their fetishes, right? It's in our blood and in our soul. So despite my successes, I still dream about being a pony girl. I decided to embark on this journey with all of you together. Watch this space! Lots of things will happen here! To start with, I will share with you some photos that showcase what I secretly dream about. Of course, you all..."

Jessica closed the page. She had seen enough.

Minutes passed while she stared at the wall, brooding. Could she possibly do what John had ordered her to do? Or was there a way out? Should she test his determination? Maybe he was bluffing after all. Maybe she shouldn't give in too easily. Then again... she was risking far more than a bit of humiliation. And everything he had ordered her so far was, indeed, meant to keep her cover intact. That was after all the most important thing. Otherwise - she was risking everything. Everything.