Bob then slipped a finger into Emily, withdrawing it and lifting it to her face to rub it across her lips. "You know that you want to do it," he taunted. Emily just whimpered.
"You won't pierce our nipples or anything, will you?"
"Not during your first week," he reassured her. "But if you decide to stay, all bets are off. I love the look of gold hoops accenting breasts. And they are so useful for controlling an unruly girl."
Emily shuddered at the thought of her tender nipples being skewered and ringed but immediately became distracted by the sounds coming from the direction of the barn door. The sounds of foot steps and an occasional slap of leather against naked flesh told Emily that Meg was bringing out Jane. "Are you ready to see your ponygirl, sweet girl?" asked Bob as he ran his fingers lightly down her side leaving a trail of gooseflesh in their wake. Emily shuddered again and was just able to croak out a "yes."
"Behold!" announced Bob as he whipped off the blindfold. Standing before her was the most erotic sight she had ever seen. Jane was wearing a full bridle, complete with bit and blinders. A strap of polished white leather crossed her forehead and wrapped around her head. A brilliant red plume of feathers stood above her head, rustling in the light breeze. More white leather led to the bit that was firmly embedded in her mouth and which would obviously be very effective at controlling the new pony.
White leather straps led from a kind of leather yoke to a leather band around her waist and criss-crossed Jane's chest capturing each breast at the base and causing them to bulge. Emily always knew that Jane's breasts were large but this made them look even bigger. And each nipple was clamped with a tiny bell dangling beneath it.
From the waist band, more white straps led downward and disappeared between her legs, capturing the girl's labia and holding them open to reveal her glistening sex. The ensemble was completed by a pair of white high-heeled boots that encased her legs to above her knees.
"Oh my!" exclaimed Emily when she saw Jane's enhancements. "She looks good enough to eat!"
"That can be arranged," grinned Meg who was obviously proud of her work. "If I had had more time, I would have gotten rid of this." And she tugged on a thatch of the brown pubic hair that was Jane's only source of modesty at the time. "That would have enhanced the look, but you get the picture."
"But she's beautiful! She's perfect!" said Emily.
"Yes she is," said Meg. "But can she prance?"
"Why don't you run her through her paces, dear?" offered Bob as he pulled Emily to him. As Meg led Jane to the side of the barn, Bob leaned over and whispered into Emily's ear. "Picture yourself in her place. We have a matching harness. For a matching pair."
Emily's mind was a whirlwind. She was torn completely. Seeing Jane displayed this way made her want to own her friend even more. But seeing her displayed like this also made her curious. "What must be going through her mind right now?" she wondered. "What would it feel like to be inside that tack? Is she as aroused as I am?" She made up her mind at that point to accept the Hopewell's offer. She and Jane would become slaves of Bob and Meg for a week. Now she just needed to figure out how to break the news to Jane.
Jane was taught to prance by a not-too-forgiving Meg who frequently used her riding crop to correct the slavegirl. Bob finished his "tasting" by fucking Emily as she leaned over the fence beside the small corral. And Emily had the strangest mixture of emotions of her life. She watched Jane prancing in circles, raising her knees high with each step and was filed with conflicting emotions of pride and jealousy.
That evening, as Emily spooned against the back of her bound slavegirl, Emily broached the subject. "You wouldn't mind a few extra days as a slave, would you?"
"What do you mean?" was the response in the darkness.
"I mean that we're all conflicted and we shouldn't make hasty decisions just because the month is ending. Don't you agree?"
"Well when would my slavery end, then?" asked Jane, feeling Emily cuddling up tighter against her back. Each evening, she was bound in a different way. For this night, she wore both wrist and ankle cuffs with a short chain connecting them. This had the effect of bending her in two and made for an easy target for spooning.
"In about a week from now."
"Why the extension?" asked the bound girl.
"It's just something that I want to do," replied Emily after a brief hesitation.
Jane remained silent for a moment and then responded. "Okay. Tell me. What gives?"
Emily sighed and then told Jane about the offer. Jane listened silently and then remained silent after Emily had finished.
Emily finally broke the silence. "So would you mind?"
Jane took a deep breath before responding. "You are my mistress. You are my owner. If it would please you to keep me in slavery for a few more days, then it would please me."
"You are too precious," declared Emily, hugging herself against Jane's back. "I really do have to get us that strap-on because there's nothing I would like better than to fuck you right now until you scream."
Jane laughed. "I just hope you know what you're doing. I trust you. I don't even know them. So I'm putting my life in your hands. When do we start?"
"Tomorrow, I guess" replied Emily. "And thank you for trusting me."
"You haven't called me pip today," said Jane quietly. "Am I no longer your pip?"
Emily felt her eyes starting to water. "You'll always be my pip." With that she reached an arm across Jane and found a breast, which she claimed for the rest of the night as they slept.
Chapter 7: A Bold Move
"I hope you know what you're doing," remarked Jane as the two stood at the edge of the woods together, trying to gather enough courage to step out into the Hopewell yard.
"Me too," said Emily as she removed the last of Jane's bindings leaving her completely naked and unadorned in any way for the first time since the coffee shop. "Well here goes nothin'" And together they walked hand-in hand toward the house.
Bob met them at the bottom of the stairs to the porch. "Kneel slavegirls," he said in an authoritative voice. "Meg tells me that you wanted something in writing. Read this and sign it. Then bring it into the house with you." With that, he turned and went back inside.
Emily laid the document down and the two girls read it together, emitting little gasps at certain phrases or clauses. "willingly give my mind, body and soul" was one that earned a gasp. "understand that I will submit to anything required by my owners" was another. Most of it was similar to a slave ownership agreement that Emily had bumped into on the internet when she was studying her newfound obsession. It was during that research that she had stumbled onto pictures of ponygirls but she remembered that none of them had been as breathtaking as Jane in her tack.
It was obvious, though, that the document had been modified and tailored to her. It said that this was a one-week ownership and that it could be renewed for the rest of her life at the end of that week. It indicated that, by signing the contract, Emily also yielded ownership of her slave, Jane, for the duration of the term. A loud gasp came as they read about transferability of rights. It said that the girls could not be sold during the first week but that they could be sold at any time if the contract was renewed. It did, however, indicate that they would be sold together as a set.
Then there was a long list of items, some of which were already checked. Reading the top of the page, they learned that checked items would be prohibited but that any unchecked items were fair game during the first week. After the first week, all boxes would be treated as unchecked.