JUST A LATE SUMMER GARDEN PARTY continued

III
I must say, the obvious purpose of the unfolding bunch of brown mohair did appeal to me under the circumstances and I voluntarily lifted my head while the party got thrilled by this new turn. Shan diligently pushed the thick, soft balaclava over my head and quickly fastened it around my neck. First I couldn’t see a thing, but I could feel that there was a small opening for my mouth.
Then she turned it around on my head and I could peep through two little openings, but this way my mouth was covered. Finally, Pat got off me and elegantly stretched her arm, inviting me calmly to be pulled up. Then she cordially put her arm around me (which I reciprocated) and I followed her in bowing to the audience to thank them for their applause. She smiled at me with a sudden affection and put her head on my shoulder while whispering something like: “Thank you sweat little horsy, you gave me the best ride I’ve ever had.” And she pressed a firm kiss on my wool-covered mouth, which made me forget the ordeal she’d just put me through. To be precise: I couldn’t forget that ordeal, but after having been ‘broken’ as it were, just like a young horse, I experienced my position from a different, utterly warm, positive perspective.
When the clapping and cheering finally stopped I saw Shan standing opposite us, pointing at my trousers. All of us then saw how one knee of my expensive white party jeans had been stained terribly by the wet grass. And I must admit: it looked pretty awful. Pat was still standing next to me with her arm around my neck, but now Shan got to my other side consoling me with a warm cuddle.
“Don’t worry”, she said. “I’ve got a spare pair of trousers in my car. Let me help you getting this dirty one off”. And with her one arm still warmly and cuddly around me she quickly undid my belt, button and zip before I could even think of protesting. Pat also had her woolly arms around me, which helped me of course forgetting to resist the stripping. She whispered: “Just hold on to me and lift your leg, so that Shan can get off your shoes and dirty trousers.” Because of the warmth of her arms and the special sensation of this soft balaclava around my head I only realised I was now in my underpants when it was too late and the whole party laughed their heads off when the two girls moved a few steps away from me.
Intuitively I put my hands in front of my crotch and looked at Shan in confusion, wondering what the “substitute” would be like. “Just a moment”, she said and went off.
This is when Pat turned the balaclava around, so that I could no longer see and said: “I think my horsy needs something to drink. Who gets me a glass of water?” Soon she handed me the glass and I brought it to my mouth through the opening in the balaclava. Just plain water, which was good after all this exercise. After a second glass I had enough and then Pat said: “What about something to eat now? Here I have a big piece of nougat. Please open your mouth”. She could just about get it into my wide open mouth. It tasted really nice, but while I started chewing I also felt her fixing something around my neck. That was strange and I tried to check what had happened. I discovered that the strings she had just fastened around my cheeks to the back of my head came from a rubber ball that had been hidden inside the nougat. With my hands I also felt that there were ropes attached to those strings, like reins to a bridle.
There I was tricked again! Amidst acclaims from the audience she immediately started to test the bridle by making my head turn left and right at the force around my mouth. This was a most peculiar sensation to me: these layers of the softest material around my head acting so effectively. The bit could be painful unless I responded immediately to the most subtle bits of pressure she applied. Pat must now be standing behind me because I also felt something like her knee pressing against my bottom while she tightened the reins in such a way that I was forced to stand up very straight. Then she suddenly pulled both reins down backwards, so that I fell down for the second time. She just laughed, and so did the people at the party while I tried to get back on my legs. But a second later, when I was still on my knees, I felt her pulling the reins in front of me so that I could do little else then crawling towards her. Now I felt really humiliated, got up and wanted to leap towards her as blind as I were and grab both reins so that she could no longer apply her painful control over me. I wasn’t “broken” yet, I told myself. But she must have anticipated my move and had stepped aside, making me fall flat on my face. Then I felt her patting and rubbing my back and shoulder with her warm sleeve and saying things like: “Take it easy, my horsy. Don’t worry my little pony. Just follow my lead and you’ll be fine”, while she made me feel the rein again pulling gently at the bit in my mouth, without hurting me. She applied just enough pressure to get me back on my knees. Then I felt her hand going over my nose and mouth, pushing a little sweet between the bit and my teeth. This calmed me down, while the onlookers, who had shouted when I’d made my leap in vain, seemed to giggle a bit and then became completely silent. I wondered what was happening and started feeling rather cold. The evening was getting chilly and I’d only that balaclava and my underpants on. Soon I started shivering quite badly. Pat reacted by stroking my back with her hand inside her warm, woolly sleeve while we waited for her sister to bring me the other pair of trousers. [to be continued]

IV
While Pat’s stroking hardly reduced my shivering in the cold evening air I heard some “wows” among the people around us: Shan must have arrived with the spare pair of trousers. That would at least be something, but I felt I was also ready for a warm sweater and hoped she’d thought about that as well. Then I heard Shan saying: “Here we are! Get up my dear little horsy”, which made me realize I’d remained on my knees all the time. I wondered why I hadn’t got up, but happily did as she said. This time I didn’t feel any restraints from the bridle, while Pat continued stroking my shivering back and shoulders with her warm sleeves. I shook my head and still didn’t feel the reins, so I walked towards where I had heard Shan’s voice, stretching my arms in front of me so as not to bump into things. Soon I felt a pair of hands holding my face and heard Shan’s nearby voice: “You are shivering. Sorry for taking a little while. And what did that cruel sister of mine do to you? Did she put the bridle on already? That must have been painful to you. Let me take it off, so that you can relax while putting on this very special pair of trousers I brought for you!” So she did and when that nasty bit had gone out of my mouth I was so grateful to her that I spontaneously grabbed her arm and franticly kissed her fingers and her mohair sleeve. Then I turned the bala around so that I could look at her and at the big bunch of brown mohair she was now holding in front of me.
Slowly she let it unfold so that two very mo-hairy legs started to show themselves. I also saw that those legs must be very narrow and that they had woollen feet already attached. Wow! It was in fact a very thick maillot that would stretch tightly around my thighs and calves and be nice and warm. Then Pat folded her soft arms around my middle and holding me firmly she whispered into my ear: “Wouldn’t that be nice and warm for you? I’ll hold you while you lift your legs one by one to put it on. This time I don’t want you to fall down, ha-ha!”
Although she laughed I knew she was serious and would genuinely support me while Shan handed me the maillot and I struggled with it as it was indeed very tight. It was the first maillot to put on ever in my life and under these circumstances I was so happy and excited to try it that for a few minutes I forgot all about the other people around me. So I put one foot in and pushed the deliciously soft and tight wool up around my calf, over my knee and thigh. Especially that last section was very tight indeed, but the feeling was delicious.
The second leg went the same way and I pulled the top part over my hips. Under the feet there seemed to be something hard like leather, so I didn’t feel guilty for standing on them on the grass. Altogether, it felt extremely comfortable and exciting. This is when I suddenly realized that all these people could see how excited I was and I tried to cover my crotch. But Shan just took my hands into hers and stretched her arms as if she was leading me into a dance. Indeed, she was leading me, slowly stepping backwards to what looked like a catwalk. The guests must have arranged the garden tables in such a way that they formed a line. Shan let me step on a chair and then on the table where I had a long avenue in front of me, lined by cheering ‘friends-of-friends’. “The floor is yours! You look great in this maillot. Just show them”, she said and gave me a little push as encouragement. As fast as I could I ran to the other end, ready to leave this place altogether, this was getting too much for me. But there Pat was waiting for me with her devilish smile, asking whether I’d like another piece of nougat.
No, I wasn’t ready for that and ran back to where Shan was standing. She applauded for me and then, pointing at a big box next to her, asked: “Aren’t you still cold? I got a few very nice tops, vests and sweaters for you here. Why not also show those to the people? But please don’t run so fast, otherwise nobody can admire them.”
And she took one brown, mohair sweater out, which looked so marvellous, warm and cosy that I forgot my shame and put it on immediately. This time I walked quietly to the other end, trying to ignore Pat at the other end and walked back to Shan. Now she was waiting for me with a thin and narrow, transparent white top to put on instead of the warm sweater. For a second I hesitated, but Shan assured me there would soon be more to go on top of it. So I exchanged the big sweater for the tiny top and rather hesitantly walked up and down the lined-up tables. When I got back to Shan she had indeed another crocheted top, only slightly bigger than the first one. “Just put this on top of the first would, would you?” she asked and I was happy to do so. From that moment on I could put a new, slightly bigger layer on each time I got back to Shan. I started to really enjoy this growing, tender mass of mohair around me. Then she got a last, really big lump of wool out of the box. It was more like a big poncho, to put over all the other layers, but it wasn’t very wide at the bottom. Shan had to help me putting it on. Only when she had fastened a short strap at the bottom, between my legs, I realized that there were no openings for my arms to go through. Now I felt how heavy and hot I’d become, and thirsty. It also made me rather unstable and I slowly walked to the other end where I saw Pat holding a big glass of water for me. She smiled and I could see a glimpse of admiration while she said: “You’re a brave boy and I increasingly like your outfits. Right now, in this poncho you look like a huge Easter egg on thin legs and a tiny head peeping out. It’s really great and humorous, but you must feel terribly hot inside. What about another glass of water?”
I carefully knelt down to get it from her, but it felt most peculiar not being able to hold it myself or getting the glass into my mouth. But she was very kind and helpful. After gently stroking my cheeks through the soft balaclava she gently turned it around in order to expose the opening for my mouth so that I could drink. A pity, though, that I was no longer able to see. Then I suddenly knew what would come next but I was too afraid to fall off the tables, so I didn’t dare to runaway from her. And indeed, when the glass was empty she asked whether I’d like another piece of nougat to eat and although I vehemently refused she just pressed it into my mouth and bound again those strings around my head. Then she must have jumped onto the table, because I could feel her pulling the bit in my mouth, thus forcing me to walk behind her over the line of tables until we had reached Shan, who had been so much nicer to me all along. Would she save me again? [...to be continued...]

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