Excerpt: Power Exchanged

There was a quiet hush in the air and then to Alex’s amazement, the clacking sound of horses’ hooves could be heard coming from behind the double doors. Stuart stood there, and looked at Anthony for direction. At his nod, Stuart opened the doors and into the room pranced not horses, but six women wearing high-heeled shoes covered in cowhide, head halters and bridles. Each had a bit in her mouth and blinders at her eyes. They wore intricate white leather corsets that left their breasts exposed and accented their deep tans. Every girl had pierced gold rings that dangled from each nipple. Their arms where secured to the harness each wore and a bright red plumb was attached to their head harness. Inserted into their rectums were butt plugs to replicate a horse’s flowing tail carried high and proud. Long, silky hair swayed with each step.
They pranced into the dungeon; lifting each leg in a perfect hip-high right angle. Each high step revealed a glimpse of their neatly trimmed thatch of pubic hair. It was their shoes that caught Alex’s attention at first. He had never seen anything like them. The soles were actually clad in metal horse shoes, and the front of the shoe looked like an actual horse’s hoof. They had been designed so the wearer stood on tip-toes and the heel fit where a horse’s fetlock was. It was as if the women’s feet had morphed into horses’ hooves.
The pony girls paraded around the room in unison, their steps fluid and graceful. Each foot hit the cement floor with a loud clang. Lady Katrina strutted beside the team, occasionally switching sides. She wore a tight-fitted, cleavage revealing red leather topcoat with tails and black trim. Her garter belt was red as well and accented her black stockings and high-heeled riding boots.
She clucked at her ponies as they gaited. If a girl didn’t lift a leg up high enough to suit her, Lady Katrina would swing her riding crop and land a loud snap on a bare thigh. When they passed by Alex, he could see the angry-looking welts on the girls’ legs.
Anthony nodded to Lady Katrina, who saluted him and brought her team to a halt.
“Your fillies are in fine form, Lady Katrina,” he told her,
“there is no finer pony trainer than you, Madam.”
Thank you, Master Anthony,” she said, “it was both an honor and a privilege to present my fillies to you and your guests this evening.” She bowed deep with a sweep of her crop across her bountiful chest and out to the side.
“Would you be so kind as to unhitch your ponies and let them mingle amongst the guests, Lady Katrina?” Anthony asked, and Alex noted a glint in Anthony’s eye.
Lady Katrina smiled, but to Alex, it looked more like sneer. “I would be delighted to, Master Anthony.”
Again, Stuart appeared out of no where and assisted Lady Katrina by holding the pieces of tack that she removed to allow the pony girls freedom to walk around unhitched. Their arms were still secured to their individual corset-harness though. When unhitched, they continued to walk in a high-legged step.
Anthony leaned down to Alex and whispered, “Those tail plugs are a real turn-on for the girls.”
Alex looked him with a wrinkled brow.
“They make them horny,” Anthony winked. “Every step is exquisite torture for them. As soon as Lady Katrina allows them use of their hands again they will be finger-fucking each other like crazy.” He had a broad grin on his face.
Alex looked back at the pony girl closest to them. He studied her face, and he could see the semi-glazed look in her eyes as she pranced in place. A glance at her V-point showed the same glistening that the slave girl on the wall had. Alex slumped back in his chair. There was so much he didn’t understand. Obviously there was more to sex than just putting the genitalia together.