Hilary tested, Emily visits the stables

Jessica stood in the center of the dungeon, eyeing the minimal preparations she had to make for what was coming. The beautiful teen dominatrix was dressed in a short, tight-fitting black latex dress that hugged her curves like a second skin, and six-inch stiletto-heeled shoes. Her long blonde hair hung down freely. She gracefully walked to one of the supply cabinets and took out a leash and a three-foot piece of chain. She then went to the double doors that led into the harem room.

"Good morning, Mistress Jessica," the two guards said before opening the doors for her.

"Good morning," she replied as she walked into the harem room. As soon as she stepped into the room, all activity stopped as the slaves knelt. Jessica had to stifle a laugh as Chloe ran into the room, dripping wet, and her long, light red hair sticking to her body. "Elsa, Hilary," she said as she snapped her fingers and pointed to the ground in front of her.

Elsa and Hilary rose to their feet, both with nervous expressions on their faces. The former Disney star had dressed for the day in a red half-bra with black lace trim, a pair of black booty shorts that showed off the bottoms of her ass cheeks, and red open-toed shoes with six-inch stiletto heels. Elsa had dressed herself in a gold bikini top, a long white loincloth with a gold waistband, and white open-toed shoes with six-inch stiletto heels. Both Hilary’s golden blonde and Elsa’s platinum blonde hair fell to their mid-backs. When they reached Jessica, they knelt.

Jessica silently clipped the leash to Elsa’s golden collar, lined with rubies and black diamonds spelling out ELSA JEAN. She then clipped the three-foot chain to the back of Elsa’s collar and the front of Hilary’s, before giving an upward tug on the leash, the silent command to stand. The two gracefully rose to their feet, then followed Jessica out into the dungeon, their three sets of stilettos clicking in near-perfect rhythm. She led them in front of the dais where the four thrones waited for the mistresses. She gave a downward tug. Elsa lowered herself to her knees, and Hilary moved next to her before doing the same. Jessica undid the short chain and the leash before stepping onto the dais, coiling the leash and chain, placing them on the dais next to the left-most throne, and taking a seat.

“Hilary, it’s time for you to show your skills at pleasing me,” Jessica said with a cold smirk on her face. “And for your sake, I hope she’s improved,” she added as she turned her gaze on Elsa, making the former porn star swallow nervously.

“She’s gotten better, Mistress Jessica,” Elsa said, trying to sound calm and composed.

“If she hasn’t, there will be consequences for you,” Jessica replied, as she stroked Elsa’s cheek in an almost affectionate way. She motioned with her arm slightly to her right. Both kneeling women followed the motion with their eyes until they settled on the spanking bench, a long, thin cane leaned up against it, awaiting use. “Fifty strokes, a week in solitary, and a week feeding the lust tree if she fails.” Both Hilary and Elsa remained deathly quiet as they stared wide-eyed at the spanking bench. Elsa’s heart pounded so hard she could feel every throb in her ears, and Hilary felt the odd sensation of feeling hot and cold at the same time as her body teetered on the edge of nervous sweat.

“She won’t fail, Mistress Jessica.”

Jessica smirked as she stood and lifted the hem of her latex dress, revealing her neatly-trimmed pussy. She sat back down with her legs spread, pointed at Hilary, then beckoned her forward with her index finger. Hilary let out a shaky breath as she began to crawl the short distance to the dais and climbed onto it without standing. She sat back on her calves and licked her lips as she waited for the order she knew was coming.

Jessica reached forward, grabbed Hilary by her hair, and pulled her face into her waiting pussy. “Eat,” she commanded. “And you,” she began as she looked at Elsa, “no coaching her.”

Hilary began to drag her tongue around Jessica’s labia so lightly that it barely made contact. She made several slow laps before she allowed her tongue to make contact with Jessica’s clit. Each time it did, Jessica gasped as a wave of pleasure went through her body like a jolt of electricity. Jessica bit her lip as she gripped Hilary’s hair with her free hand and slid her legs over her shoulders.

“That’s it, Hilary, that’s it,” Elsa thought as she watched Hilary’s performance while nervously licking her lips.

Hilary slid her tongue into Jessica, drawing a moan of pleasure from the young dominatrix. She began to swirl her tongue, hitting several sensitive spots. Jessica began to shift her hips in time with the moments of Hilary’s tongue.

"Fuck yes," Jessica said, through a loud moan, and threw her head back. "So much better. Right there! Right there! Right there! Mmm," Jessica moaned, as her hips moved like they had a mind of their own, and she bit her lip.

"Cum, come on cum!" Hilary thought as she began shaking her head, rubbing her nose over Jessica’s clit.

"FUCK YES, HILARY! FUUUCK!" Jessica screamed in pleasure as a tidal wave of pleasure crashed through her body, leaving Hilary’s face covered in her juices. "Good girl," she said as she gently pushed Hilary’s head back. She looked at Hilary, who looked back at her, waiting for a command. She then looked at Elsa with an amused smile. "Elsa, I've made a mess all over Hilary’s face. Come clean her up with your tongue."

"Yes, Mistress Jessica," Elsa said before she crawled to the dais and climbed up onto it. As she did, Hilary turned to face her before Elsa gently grabbed her head. Elsa then began to lick Jessica's cum off of Hilary’s face.

"God, that is so fucking hot," Jessica said as she watched Elsa continue to lick Hilary’s face, and moan slightly as if licking up one of her mistress’s cum gave her pleasure. "How do I taste, Elsa?"

"Wonderful, Mistress Jessica."

As Jessica was testing Hilary’s improved oral skills, Emily made her way to the stables. She had her long blonde hair in a loose bun and a pair of dark sunglasses over her green eyes. She had dressed herself in a red USC T-shirt, short white denim shorts, and red and black sneakers. She stepped into the stables and was greeted by the smell of straw with the slight hint of lavender. She slid her sunglasses to the top of her head as she looked around the large dirt floor arena and the enclosed stalls just beyond. Her eyes settled on a woman she knew from Jessica’s description, as the head pony trainer, Rosalie. As always, she was dressed in a polo shirt, tight-fitting khaki shorts, and knee-high dark brown leather riding boots.

“Mistress Emily,” Rosalie said as she crossed the dirt floor. “It’s wonderful to finally meet you. Would you like to take Sweet Heart for a ride?”

“Yes, please.”

“Come with me, please,” Rosalie said as she began walking back across the dirt floor. Emily walked alongside Rosalie until they reached the first stall. She looked over the chest-high gate.

Inside the stall was Ariana Grande, now a ponygirl named Sweetheart. She lay on her side on a dark purple blanket placed over a bed of straw. She was dressed in a pink leather bondage harness, a pink leather head harness with horse-like ears, blinders, and a white bit gag built into it. At the center of her forehead was a white feather plume. Her arms were encased in a white leather single glove that **** her arms together behind her back. On her feet were white leather thigh-high boots with horse hoof shaped bottoms.

"Those boots really sound like hooves when she walks, or prances, I guess is the better term?"

"They do," Rosalie replied with a smile.

"Is what Jessica told me about her tail true? That she has a plug in her ass with her own hair attached to it?"

"Sweetheart, be a good pony, and show Mistress Emily your tail." In response to Rosalie's command, Sweetheart got to her knees, turned her back on the two women, then lowered her head to the blanket."

"Wow," Emily laughed. "I don't think I've ever seen a ponytail look better. Can I take her for a ride?"

"Absolutely, I'll get her hitched up for you."

A few minutes later, Emily sat in the small sulky behind Sweetheart, holding the long, thin chains connected to nipple clamps on the ponygirl's nipples in her left hand, and a long riding crop in her right. She bit her lip with anticipation as she stared straight ahead at Sweetheart's ass, which was becoming a more tempting target by the second.

"What do I do?" Emily asked.

"Yell 'giddy up' and give her a lash on each cheek until she reaches the speed you want. Pull back on the left rein to turn her left, pull on the right to turn her right, and pull back on both to slow down or stop."

"Giddy up!" Emily shouted as she delivered four hard lashes. The sulky jerked gently as Sweetheart got moving and fell into a steady trot. After four laps around the arena, she signaled two of the stable hands to open the doors and allow her to take Sweetheart out into the meadow.

Almost an hour later, Emily was back in the stables, leading Sweethart by the reins around the dirt floor, giving the ponygirl a chance to calm her racing heart. “Enjoy your ride?” Rosalie asked.

“I sure did,” Emily answered as Rosalie motioned to a large shower stall. She took off the removable shower head and turned it on. After testing the temperature with her hand, she began to spray Sweetheart’s body with the warm water. “Rosalie, can I ask you something?”

“Of course, Mistress Emilly.”

“Just how many ponies could we hold here?”

“Eight, without doubling up ponies or having to expand the stables.”

“How long would it take you to train another pony?”

“That depends on how… spirited the mare is. One that’s pretty docile to begin with, I can usually get her to submit to training and have her prancing with proper technique in a day or so. More spirited mares like Sweetheart here, two or three days usually. Should I be expecting another pretty pony soon?”

“Yes, I think you should.”

Who will join the former Ariana Grande in the stables? Answer in comments.

A) Tate McRae

B) Sabrina Carpenter

C) Kennedy McMann

D) Someone else, who?