A ponygirl's leather harness

Jessica had spent an uneasy afternoon at home. Somehow John had found out about her hidden heritage. The secret she had tried most to protect. It was out. At least one person knew about it. Was this the end of her career? Jessica had no doubt that once her Czech and Austrian family tree would be revealed in the company, they would immediatly fire her. Or worse. Someone high up in the management might decide to make an example of faked family trees and send her back to the Czech Republic - in a horse box. To be trained as a pony girl.

Then again, the fact that John had used his secret knowledge to **** her indicated that he did not want anyone else to know. He had a lot to gain from this bargaining chip. She knew that John was an ambitious co-worker, that he had a burning desire to rise high in the company, and she could imagine that he saw her as the key. Maybe if she indulged him, if she accepted his demands, whatever they were, Jessica would at least keep her job - and a modest career. But what exactly was it that John wanted?

The doorbell tore Jessica out of her gloomy thoughts. When she opened the door, there was nobody there. Just a package on the floor. John, she thought. His "delivery".

She took the package in and opened it. A tangled thing of black leather fell out. And a note.

"Wear this tomorrow to work. Underneath."

Jessica reached for a strap and held the thing in front of her. She recognized it immediatly. A leather harness. The "national costume" of her Czech homeland. At least for every woman in the country, who all had the strong fetish of being bridled, harnessed, tamed and groomed as pony girls. And fucked, of course. It was a sexual fetish after all.

Jessica shivered and bit her lip involuntarily. She had tried to suppress her pony girl fetish for years, which had only be possible by avoiding to look at pictures and banning all thoughts of the matter relentlessly. Every evening, she did yoga and meditation to control her thoughts. Holding the harness in her hands, feeling the leather under her fingers - felt like a floodgate had been opened. A moan escaped her lips and she shut her eyes, trying desperately to close the gate, fighting her desires rushing through, but it was too late. If she were actually wearing this thing, her whole working day would be filled with erotic daydreams, a constant arousal and sexual hunger. There was no doubt about it. The worst thing about it was the tiny voice in the back of her head who told her that this was what she secretly craved. What she was meant to be. That it was fun to wear the harness.

"Bastard", murmured Jessica. Was John even aware of the gates he had opened? And if he wasn't aware of the implications, could she hide those feelings from him. But what if he knew exactly what he was doing?

There was no point in worrying. If she wanted to grasp the straw of keeping her job, she had to submit to John's ****. That much was clear. Jessica's fingers caressed the leather mechanically. She closed her eyes again, another moan escaped her lips. Slowly, she undressed, until she was all naked, and then slipped into the leather harness. She had never worn a harness in her whole life, but somehow she knew exactly where the straps went, how to fasten them and how to adjust everything into a tight fitting wear. It felt good. The leather on her skin.

Jessica sighed. Longingly.

She went to bed and as soon as she hit the matress, her fingers started stroking her clit. She masturbated to the fantasy of being a pony girl until she came thrice and finally fell asleep, exhausted. Maybe, maybe, she thought, this would even help her to better suppress her desires tomorrow at work...