The Widower

John hit pause. A what? He thought about what he had seen on the camera footage he had seen. There were a number of recordings where she did wear the bit he had first seen. Was that what she meant? He googled the term, and just got a lot of Sloany types riding ponys. It didn't make sense, so he hit play again.

'I bet you just looked it up on your phone didn't you? And I bet you still don't know what I mean. Bring up another window, my love and find the image Lesley1 in the files on this card. Bring it up.'

She must have had a tablet or a laptop to hand, as she busied herself in the recording at the same time he did. When the image came up, his mouth fell open.

The image was of two young women. They were standing side by side, dressed, if that was the word for it, identically. They wore wide leather belts, pulled tight to cinch in the waist. A strap ran from the belt between the legs, pulled tight into the crotch, and he could imagine that it also nestled deep into the crack between their arse cheeks.

Another strap went straight up between each girl's naked breasts, heading to a wide leather collar. Their arms were not held at their sides, but seemed to have been pulled back somehow. This pushed their small breasts forward, the nipples adorned by what looked like some form of decoration, with a large dangling piece hanging from each one.

Both girl wore a head harness, holding in what John recognized as a bit. In both cases, the harnesses were fitted with blinders, preventing the girls from seeing anything to either side. Each also had an ornate plume on the top. They were beautiful, well muscled, like, like thoroughbreds, thought John. They were gleaming with something, oil, sweat, he wasn't certain.

Lesley spoke again on the recording. 'That's Marie and I in that picture, John. That was taken towards the end of that first Summer. All the images on this SD card are of me, and a lot include Marie as well. Miss Haine was right. We both found something we were missing in the training. So much so, that I continued to go back, to keep on with the training, to carry on being a pony girl. Marie found something as well, something she wasn't expecting.'

Lesley looked tired on the screen. 'Take a look at the files on the SD card, and the recordings of me training. Then, call the number in the read me file, and ask for Marie. I've written her already, she'll be waiting for your call.' She paused. ' I should have shown you all this years ago. Forgive me, my love.'