"Strip!"

The windows turned blind as John shut the door behind them.

"How dare you?!" Jessica shot at him. "Do you have any idea what..."

"Shut up, filly!" he replied. His face was stern. His eyes focused on her. Calculating. Predatory. Jessica felt another rush of arousal. It was demeaning. The mere word "filly" was enough to melt her inside. It was frightening as well. John was in control. And he seemed to know it.

"Are you wearing it?" he asked.
"You know damn well that I am wearing it," she hissed. "Otherwise I wouldn't be in this condition that you put me in."

He chuckled again. "I need proof," he said. "Strip!"
Jessica stared at him. "You can't be serious," she replied, but her voice sounded meek and brittle in her own ears.

"You want to find out how serious I am, filly? Strip, I said!"

Jessica closed her eyes, as the humiliation hit her. She didn't have a choice. She knew it - and John knew it as well. If she wanted to cling to the tiny hope of keeping her job. If she wanted to escape the fate of being shipped to Europe in a horse box.

Slowly, she stared to unbutton her blouse, slipped out her pantyhose and dropped her skirt. It had been pointless to put a bra over the harness, but she was wearing panties, of course. She kept them. Some dignity to cling on.

John smiled. "Look at you, pretty filly. Look at that nice horse butt in that tight harness. My, my, what a pretty thing you are, filly...!"

"Stop it!" Jessica hissed. "Please stop it!"
"Or what?"
"Or... or..."
"Or you start neighing?"

Jessica felt tears shooting into her eyes. It was more than humiliating. It was devastatingly cruel. And also... it was also touching a point deep down inside her that craved being treated like this. Jessica wanted to scream.

Then she felt John behind her, his hips on her buttocks, his hands reaching for her flanks, his lips close to her ear. "If you are a good filly, I let you finish the work day without that harness," he murmured. Jessica heard herself moan. "Would you like that, my wild pony girl?"

She bit her lips. "Yes. Please," she said. Knowning that getting out of that harness would allow her to catch up with her work - but also fill her with a sense of emptiness. The leather felt so... good!

"What do I need to do?" Jessica asked.