She isn’t horsing around

When your wife mentioned helping shopping, you didn’t think she’d meant this. On the bed, sprawled out across where she just rid your face, was a set of black leather straps you were familiar with. This is because the last time you saw them, you were her bound pony boy fulfilling a fantasy of hers. This came with the other items on the bed, a realistic horse head hood, tall horse boots, and an insertable tail that has multiple remote settings. Next to it all was one of your newer maids, a quite Femboy that loved being fully encased in latex at all times, with only their grey eyes showing. They also loved being gagged, a perfect quite servant... most of the time. You knew through playing with them they were a massive brat when they could get away with it, in particular with malicious compliance.

“Has your mistress ordered you to help me get dressed?” You asked the maid, to witch her nodded yes. “Ok... let’s get to it I guess.”

With that he stated dressing you, first the leather underbust corset, pulled tight so you couldn’t really bend anymore. Then arm binders to straighten your posture even more while rendering you harmless. After that was locked the maid saw his chance to get frisky. His latex hands roamed your exposed skin as he slowly got the other items to add. Your hooves knee high boots were next, tightened and locked. While working down there, he ‘accidentally’ kept bumping your chastycage. When it caused you to let out an accidental moan, the brat knows this has an effect and just gets worse. You start to say “hey you better not...” when the maid puts his latex clad finger to your mouth, shushing you. You quite down first out of surprise in your vulnerability, then because he slides his finger into your mouth, forcing you to suck on it.

He keeps distracting you with his fingers slipping into your mouth, playing with your tongue, and pretend fucking your mouth, so you don’t notice the other hand lubing you the rather large tail plug until too late. Just as he shoves four fingers in your mouth, he presses the tail against your hole. You whimper helplessly as he forces it in until ‘pop’ it goes past the bulge where it’ll stay in tight.

The maid squeals with delight in their gagged hood, then prepares the last item, the horse hood. Slipping it on and licking it down, it forces a bit gag in and cuts off all sight except directly ahead.

Now that you were a full pony, the maid helped you up to your Hooved feet, and wrapped around you from behind to guide you outside. This was accompanied by a large amount of groping and fondling exposed nipples. When you get outside the front door, you see a cart with your lively wife in the seat. “My my, what a pretty pony. But with such a cute little cock locked away, I might just have to let another farm animal have a go in front of you. Would you like that pony?”

You whimper a neigh, to a cruel laugh. She and the maid hitch you up to cart, before she hood on and takes your reigns, whipping them forward. You realize she really is going to **** you to pull her all the way to the store!