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 Wednesday is here and today we have a double literature edition. Later we have the next few chapters in Skinnie Stallions amazing story A Stable Existence, but first something I stupidly forgot to do weeks ago.

   This is a clipping from the second of two stories published by our very own Mandy Sweet Heart, writing here as Sally Sansom. If you are tickled enough by this classic set up you can purchase this and "An Exhilarating Weekend" from here.

    https://www.amazon.co.uk/Willing-Not-Sally-Sansom-ebook/dp/B09WKWGV4Y/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2QCFUXUZUPT9&keywords=sally+sansom&qid=1648470761&sprefix=sally+sanso%2Caps%2C2533&sr=8-1

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The Lingerie Boutique.

By Sally Sansom

Chapter One.

From an excellent vantage point on the far side of the large display window, she eagerly watched as, along with their parents, the younger children started to drift past the opulent lingerie boutique, but she cared little about these young boys and girls or their parents.

Around the same time, for the past six weeks, every Monday to Friday, she had watched the children scurry past the small specialty store, and it was the clamorous eight to eleven year olds that marked the end of the school day for her. Other than to signify the end of the school day, the sound of the boisterous young people passing by also meant the end of the working day was closeby, but the highly attractive woman, who was just entering early middle age, was genuinely not thoughtful with regards to how she would spend that evening.

After agreeing to stand in for her sister, while the younger sibling went on an extended vacation, the woman noticed how one young man specifically seemed to dawdle past the store as he passionately gazed at the sleek intimate apparel on display. Yet over the past two weeks, whenever she appeared to adjust the window display, she noticed how his eyes also appeared to study her and there were a couple of times when she was sure he gave her a tiny flicker of a smile, and somehow his body language seemed to say something precious to her.

Knowing how the older school children would soon be heading her way, she checked her hair, hair that was pulled back so stringently it gave her a slight squint, and while the woman was in front of the mirror, she also ensured her makeup was absolutely perfect. The elegant lady normally wore her hair in a tasteful bun, yet that morning she thought a different style would be more appropriate. 

As she finished reviewing her appearance, she honestly hoped that no customers would enter the store. Confident that her features looked as impeccable as ever, and knowing how she could be making a fool of herself, she smoothed out her shiny black leather skirt and red silk blouse before stepping out of the boutique. 

As she went out to welcome the warm sunshine, she cautiously watched as the first teenagers began to flock past the shop.

When the largest throng had sauntered by and she had still not spotted him, the dignified lady started to wonder if he had been at school that day or maybe she had just missed him. 

Nonetheless, eventually she noticed the boy and, just like the numerous times before, he was alone. Although his head was down, she was grateful that he was towards the rear of the pack.

As he continued to approach, she felt herself smiling as he simultaneously lifted his head, slowed his pace and, while he lifted his face in the direction of the shop window, he seamlessly fingered his long slovenly fringe away from his eyes. From past experience, she knew that his sandy coloured halo of hair was only long at the front, and the exquisite lady recalled how she would occasionally marvel at his long slender neck. 

Due to her being outside that day, this was the first time the lady knew how far away he started focusing on the storefront exhibits and despite having witnessed him moving prior to that day, she was still impressed by how delicately graceful his steps were. 

She softly frowned as his face seemed to gently droop and as she continued to softly gaze at him, the lady held her breath while he slowly took another few steps closer and then she saw how he smoothly lifted his head to take a peek at the shop front. She exhaled in delight at this development, and with her uniquely deep, almost hoarse vocalisation, she said. “Hello there.” 

Oooooo what a set up, gotta say I have read the full story and I loved it.

Now, sit back and settle down because here come chapters 5,6 and 7 of  "A Stable Existence"

A Stable Existence

By

Skinnie Stallion

http://smoothslicknshiny.blogspot.com/2022/04/wednesday-special-from-skinnie-stallion.html

5 Housework

He always sweltered during his early training sessions even though they were before the heat of the California sun really took hold.  After the session, he was tethered to a rail outside the stable and left to cool in the shade.  A feeding bag was put over his head.   It seemed to be mainly oats and a vegetable and fruit mulch.  He knew it must smear all over his face.   He appreciated being hosed down afterwards by the stablegirls to wash off the sweat and detritus.  The girls were pretty but seemed totally unfazed by his presence: it was their work and he was just another pony to them.   When he was clean, they took him to the servants’ quarters in the mansion to change into a maid’s outfit.   He had to tidy his hair and do his make-up for a second time.   At least the maid’s outfit was more comfortable, and it was a relief to get back into regular 5” heels.

His housework tasks might not be heavy, but they were arduous.  The housekeeper kept him busy making beds, doing laundry, cleaning and dusting from mid-morning to early afternoon.   Then it was back to the stables for a late afternoon training session before sundown.  Following these sessions, he was taken straight back to his stall, stripped by the stablegirls, hands bound behind him and tethered.  He was allowed to drink before the feeding bag was applied again.  

Mistress Aaliyah would come round in the early evening just before lights out.   He could hear her speaking in other stalls before she came to his.   While he fed, she always patted him and praised him for the progress he was making.  She would remind him of the areas where he could improve but always finished with compliments and telling what they’d be practising tomorrow.   She’d give him some final strokes and pats before leaving him.  

He liked Mistress Aaliyah.  She was nice.  He wanted to please her.

His feeding bag stayed on until just before lights out.   There was always silence in the darkened stable except rustles and some snores.   All the ponies (and he suspected stallions) were tired from their exertions during the day.  Sometimes a new arrival might try calling out in the darkness, but it was swiftly followed by the sound of a stall being opened, the swish of a crop, a loud shriek of pain, and the single word” “Silence!”  Andy always shivered in fear when he heard this.   He didn’t want to be hurt or marked.   Apart from some soft whimpers, the culprit never uttered another noise.

6 Polishing

“Stir yourself.  Time to pay a visit.”   Jane blinked in the light.   “You’re going to be famous.   But first we need to get you dressed.”  

A few hours later Jane found herself trussed and bundled into the boot of a car.  She wondered if it was the same car that the bounty hunters had used all those weeks ago.   At least it would be good to see Andy again.  She did like the outfit that the ladies had given her.   They clearly wanted her to look like a proper Mistress again.   Maybe all red was a little ‘de trop’ but it was a better than being naked and shackled in a dungeon.  Anything was better.   The only signifiers that The Sisterhood was still very much in control were the steel choker in the neck of her boned catsuit, the twin Hummingbirds that were held securely in place by her catsuit and her penis gag that seemed to have become a permanent fixture.  At least they’d given her a nice steel boned PVC corset to help her waist and figure since, with no visits to the gym, her body had lost much of its muscle tone.  

And the best bit?   They’d given her some Louboutins that colour matched her catsuit and corset.  Perfect.   She was sure Andy would admire her attire.

It wasn’t a long drive.   One hour?  Maybe two?  The roads seemed quiet since there was little traffic noise and there were few halts.

“Get her out of the trunk.”   The lid opened and her bindings released. She had a brief chance to breath the air before a hood was slipped over her head.     It felt fresh and clean.  There was also the pale sunlight that indicated dawn was just breaking.   But the air was already warm.   Where was she?   She guessed somewhere to the west of LA.  Out of the city.   But where?   

Strong arms lifted her from the boot.   She was first carried then made to walk.   From the change in sound and texture beneath her feet, she sensed she’s moved indoors.  “Let’s get you in position.   We want you to look your best for your boy.”   Jane could only agree.   She wanted to impress Andy.   He was still hers, after all.  There was pushing and shuffling.   “On tiptoe, please, Lady Jane,” she was instructed.    There was some fumbling and then she felt something click against the back of her corset.  She tried to put her heels down and move forward but found she couldn’t.   She tried to move backward but couldn’t: a bar seemed to be pressing against a metal band in her corset that tightly cinched her waist.   The corset that gave her such a lovely hourglass figure was also going to be her bondage prison.  

“Bitches,” she tried to say through her penis gag except it came out as, “Bbhmmmff.”

“Did you say something, darling?” said a familiar voice.  “Arms out, please.”

Jane raised her arms.  She felt steel rods slide inside grooves along the sleaves of her catsuit and click into place.  Something tightened at her shoulder that locked her arms in position.  Tight latex gloves were put over her hands that engaged with the rods.   The gloves had  stiff backs so that her hands could not move either.  She was totally immobilised.   Someone had thought this through.  

“There we are Jane. Are you ready to be our new Art Deco light fitting?”  She felt objects placed on the palms of her hands.   “Would you like a look?”  Her hood was removed.   Jane blinked in the bright light of an elegantly furnished room.  She glanced to the side and a blonde Mistress adjusted shiny globes perched on her hands.   “Won’t you look nice?   Not that you’ll be seeing anymore.”   A different hood with a tightly elasticated neck and a stiffer back was eased over her head and fastened to the back of her collar.   “That’ll keep your head up like a good lamp.”  Jane felt she wasn’t going to be able breath in the hood.  Surely they hadn’t gone through all this elaborate procedure just to suffocate her?  “Don’t worry, your hood will inflate as you try to breath.   There are valves on it to allow air in and slowly release it.  Your head will become a nice shiny latex orb.   Well, it will when the maid comes in to polish you.   Oh, and Jane, whenever the maid is in the room, you’ll find your Hummingbirds come on so she’ll know you’re enjoying yourself.”

“You’ll be a fixture here for the next weeks so you might as well get settled.  And Jane, we said you’d be visiting Andy.   Well, I think you can guess who the maid will be who’ll be polishing you.   He’s been such a good Boy these last weeks.  He’ll be along in a few hours after his morning training session.   It’s still early days but Mistress says she already thinking about entering him in a competition.   He is getting rather desperate though:  he’s been chaste for all these weeks.   Well at least one part of him has, so he does tend to be horny all the time.  Let’s hope he gives you a nice polish.   He will be so envious of you and the fun you’re getting.   He knows we Mistresses like to play sexy games.

“And Jane, while you’re here, we’re going to put a ‘For Sale’ sticker on you.   Maybe a visiting curator from a major museum like The County, or The Museum of Contemporary Art would be interested in exhibiting an ancient piece like you, though a more ‘specialist’ gallery might be better suited to such refined tastes.  Or a collector?   Perhaps a Hollywood producer would you like an ‘old mistress’ on her wall rather than an ‘old master’?  What will we call you?   I don’t know.   Maybe ‘Re-Covered Relic’ or ‘Ancient Pleasures’?   No better, ‘Ancient Pleasured’.    We told you you’d be famous.”

Jane spluttered.   She just hoped Andy would recognise her and release her.

7 Disappointment

“How could you, Mees Andy?   After all our training!  Vot vere you doing?”

Andy was crestfallen.  He dragged his hooves in the dirt near the horsebox.  His bottom was still stinging and he could feel what he suspected was a red welt starting to rise and glow on one buttock.   He had let down Mistress Aaliyah.   It was so silly.  To have come second.  And to another ponyboy.   And worse: it was humiliating.   Humiliating for him.   Humiliating for Mistress Aaliyah.   Humiliating for the Stable.   It wasn’t as if he’d had to do very much.   He’d been entered in the Novice Pony competition.   There was no complicated dressage, not for Novices.   All he’d needed to do was parade round the paddock and follow simple instructions.   

He felt sure the stablegirl had glossed him properly before he left the horsebox.  He can’t have messed himself up in such a short space of time.   He knew he’d brushed against the paddock rail but that can’t have been it.  He felt he was actually being marked down on his poise and posture.   It was a first time without his posture collar and Martingale.  No arm binders, only wrist cuffs.     Not even a tail and buttplug.   Not for novices.   Just a plain corset, panties and latex stockings, and his pony boots, of course.  His breasts had been taped to give as much uplift as possible.  A simple snaffle bit and D-ringed slave collar.   His hair, which had grown out over the last 3 months. had been dyed platinum blonde for the day and styled into a simple bun and ponytail.

“Your report from zhe judgez voz terreeble.”  Andy felt hurt.  It was the first time Mistress Aaliyah had spoken to him harshly.  “‘Not enough gloss.  Lacking in finish.  Left buttock barely polished.’  I have never been so ashamed or humiliated.  You have let me down for the last time Mees Andy.  Tomorrow you will be permanently glazed.”

‘Glazed?’ thought Andy.   ‘What did that mean?’   Surely it wasn’t his fault.   He couldn’t believe a slight absence of shine on one buttock was the sole reason.  It was more probable that the crop mark had striped his bottom.

“And your carriage was appalling.  I saw you start Mees Andy.  I felt you start.  You did not respond.” Mistress Aaliyah continued.  “Next time you will be in blinkers and you will have your posture collar and Martingale back.  You vill keep your head erect in the paddock and the arena.  You vill stay focused.  Alvays conduct yourself like a proper pony.  You are on display at all times.”

Andy was annoyed with himself.  If only he’d been wearing his buttplug.  He’d moved his head to check the group of mistresses lining the paddock rail.   They were looking at all the novice ponies parading and placing bets.  He wanted to see if Jane amongst them.   He hoped she was going to see him and bet on him.   He wanted to win for her.  And for Mistress Aaliyah.  But that wasn’t what had made his head jolt.   It was looking beyond the stunning array of leather, latex and PVC clad ladies to the line of glossy talent being marshalled for the next event.  He had jumped and twitched not just at their beauty but with desire.   The intercom confirmed what he saw only too clearly: “Listen up y’all,” a slow voice drawled.   “Will contestants for the next event stay back!   Hey, handlers marshal the Novice Stallions to the left of the paddock gate!    Keep them under control until the judging has finished and the Novice Ponyboys have left the paddock.   I can see some of them getting a little feisty already.”   Andy couldn’t help but notice how some of the stallions were starting to respond at the sight of the Ponyboys. Some of their handlers tried to put hoods over them but that was difficult when many had stiff, upright pony ears.   They were not the only things becoming stiff and upright.   Other handlers resorted simply to putting a hand over their charges’ eyes. 

Andy was distracted to say the least.   It had been so very many weeks.  When he hadn’t been tucked, he’d had his hands bound.   He knew exactly what he needed, and it was stood stiffly outside the paddock.  White beauties, yellow beauties, brown beauties, and amazing black beauties but what attracted him most was a blonde beauty: one who looked a bit like Will and was very happy to display his feelings.  That only made it worse.  As Mistress pulled ever so gently on his reins, he’d tried to twist the other way to keep his eyes on that blonde stallion.  A flick of her crop corrected him, but his concentration had been lost.   The judges might blame it on shine and grooming, but the real reason had been how distracted he’d been by the stallions.   If only he’d been wearing his buttplug.  

The stablegirl led him up the ramp back into the horsebox.   He kicked his hooves against side of the box.   And then he felt a cooling dampness in the crotch of his latex panties.   He realised he’d leaked and how easily he’d forgotten to look for his Auntie.   He hadn’t even thought about her since seeing the stallions and being with Mistress Aaliyah.  If only he’d been wearing his buttplug.

To Be Continued.........

XXX

Andy