Business was booming for Danielle and another hectic workweek at her trading company was slowly drawing to a close.
 The horsewoman smiled a bit wearily as her assistant, the young doe Susan Moore, walked into her office, carrying a bunch of dossiers under her arm.
 “The files you requested, miss White. Will that be all?”
 The equine businesswoman nodded to her secretary. “Thank you, Susan. And in record time too!”
 Susan blushed “Th-thank you ma’am. I simply try my best.”
 “And you do it so brilliantly.” Dannielle thanked Susan, before digging into the dossiers.
 After a few minutes, she noticed the young doe was still standing at her desk, nervously fumbling around as if she had something important to say, but couldn’t quite work up the courage to do so.
 The equine eventually decided to break the awkward silence. “Whatever is the matter, sweetheart? Something on your mind?”
 The timid secretary took a deep breath before speaking up. “Well, miss White, you seem a bit… tired. I was simply wondering if you were okay… just a bit worried, that’s all.”

 Danielle let of a soft chuckle as she put her hand on that of the concerned assistant. “Don’t you worry, Susan. It simply has been a very long, busy week for me.”
 The worried doe blushed shyly as she replied. “Perhaps we could… blow off steam this weekend? It has been a while since our last session…”
 Susan’s employer smiled. “Hmmmm… yes.. I would love that. It has been far too long… Shall I make an appointment for the upcoming Saturday?”
 The doe nodded enthusiastically.
 “Then I will see you there, Susan. Hmmm… Now I’m only looking forward to the weekend more than ever…”
 The two shared a laugh over Danielle’s sentiment before returning to their workday, both dreaming of the day to come.

THAT SATURDAY

 “I hope the tea is to your liking, Susan, because I may have put a little extra something into the brew.”
 The equine mistress and her soon-to-be-slave were sat comfortably in the living room of said mistress’ residence, enjoying a cup of strawberry tea while they discussed their plans for the evening.
Susan slowly lowered her cup, a little worry colouring her face. “What kind of ‘little extra something’”?
 Danielle had a good chuckle at her submissive’s almost comical gesture before easing her doubts, if not without a big smirk plastered on her muzzle. “Nothing much, my dear Susan, just a little aphrodisiac, that’s all. I figured it would… spice up our evening a little…”
 The young doe’s expression melted from concern into intrigue and arousal, before demonstratively taking a large gulp of her aphrodisiac-laced drink.
 “Then we’d better make it a good one, shouldn’t we, miss Whi- eehhm… I mean, Dannielle?” Even after the months they had played together, Susan still had trouble with addressing her boss in a casual manner outside business hours, despite the blonde horse’s constant insistence.
 “We should indeed, Susan, we should indeed.” Dannielle smiled as she sipped her own cup of tea.
 “Well then, are we ready to begin?”

 The bondage-loving doe followed the equine dominatrix into her home office, which also doubled as the room in which she serviced her kinkier clients.
 Susan looked on in anticipation as she watched Danielle lay out several coils of pink cotton rope on the floor. “Come sit down, my dear Susan, so I can truss you up properly.”


 The doe kneeled in front of her mistress, her curvy back facing towards the blonde horsewoman and her slender arms folded behind her.
 “My, that was a fast reaction, Susan.” Dannielle chuckled. “It’s almost like you’ve been dying for me to tie you up.”
 The doe’s face immediately flushed a bright red as her body language had betrayed her eagerness.
 Her soon-to-be captor was completely right: she had indeed been starving for more of Ms. White’s exquisite ropework for days and this afternoon was a gift from the heavens for her.
 The doe stuttered in embarrassment and arousal, the aphrodisiac already starting to kick in. “Y-yes… I am, Miss Wh- ehm… Danielle… please, g-go on…”

 “Very well, since you said the magic word.” The horsewoman winked at the doe while she prepared the restraints, the tea’s secret ingredient getting a hold of her as well.
 Susan let out a soft gasp when the pink ropes began to wrap around her, in pattern she had become quite familiar with over the months: her arms safely secured against her back, folded at 90-degree angles and pinned against her torso with ropes that went under and above her firm breasts, rendering her arms completely useless.
 A particular favourite of the doe had always been the crotchrope, and she was more than happy when the equine domme wound a length of rope around her slender waist, hiking up her skirt so she could pull the loose length of rope between her legs.

“Aa-aahhmmnnh…” The bound doe gasped and moaned as the piece of rope was yanked down her nethers and back up her buttocks, passing by her perky little tail before being knotted off to her already tightly bound wrists.
 Her domme clasped one of her strong hands over her captive’s small muzzle almost immediately after finishing the knot. “Sssh… don’t be so loud…” she playfully hushed her moaning victim “What would the neighbours think if they heard you?”
 “Mmmhn… Hmm srmmph dmnphlmm…” The submissive doe whimpered an apology.
 Smiling as she let go of her subject’s muzzle and instead taking her in a loving embrace, Danielle produced a large handkerchief from the pocket of her skirt. “You don’t have to be sorry, dear Susan, I am here to help you.”
 The flustered doe opened her lips to reply, but didn’t even get to start a sentence before her domme pushed the large wad of soft fabric into her mouth.
 “Mmmphmmmmnnh…” Susan couldn’t help but let out a soft moan of enjoyment, biting down on the packing that filled her maw and watching how the blonde horsewoman prepared another, thicker piece of cloth (an old dishtowel, by the looks of it), folding it into a thin band with a large knot in the middle.
 Satisfied mumblings filled the room as Danielle pushed the knot deep into her captive’s mouth as well and brushed the brown locks out of the way to know the dishtowel snugly behind her head.

 The equine dominatrix admired her prisoner as she nibbled on her gag, shifting the doe’s slender, brown and tan furred legs to straighten out before her, ready to tie bind them together with three more lengths of pink cotton rope.
 Said ties were quickly and snugly wrapped around Susan’s ankles, calves and thighs, safely securing her legs together.
 The bound doe writhed around to test her bonds, finding that her employer brought her a-game: the knots didn’t give way in the slightest, holding the secretary tight, just as she liked it.
“Hmmm… dmmmf s-smmph…” she moaned in ecstasy, cheeks flushing a deep red from arousal.
 Meanwhile, Danielle watched with a bemused look as her prisoner squirmed and moaned, pleading her captor with her big blue doe-eyes. “Hmmm… what’s that? You want more?”
 Susan nodded vigorously. “Ymmff pwmmph!”

 The arms of the young deer were drawn ever tighter and tighter against her body as the blonde horsewoman looped additional ropes around her chest, forming a rope harness that went over her shoulders, upper arms and between her breasts.
 “Hmmmmpphnn…” By now, Susan was moaning with each struggle, as tugging the ropes securing her brown-furred arms also pulled her crotchrope firmly against her loins, which were becoming distinctly moist from all the attention they were getting.
 Danielle examined her sensually writhing captive, feeling a small detail was missing.
 As if to help her, Susan kicked her legs out as pleasurable shivers went down her spine.

“Ah, of course!” The horsewoman crouched and put a hand on her captive’s thigh. “In all my excitement, I’d almost forget to give those pretty legs of yours some love as well. But don’t worry, my dear Susan, I’ve got just the thing for you…”
 Susan whimpered with disappointment as Danielle, much to the bound doe’s surprise, began untying her legs.
 “Oh, don’t worry, my cute little slave.” The mare hushed her voluntary victim as she prepared more ropes. “This all part of a bigger plan.”
 “Whmmh-hmmmph!?” The bound girl let out a soft, muffled squeal as her captor flipped her onto her stomach.
 Like an artist having found inspiration, the bondage-loving equine bend her prisoner’s legs and passionately looped her ropes around them.
 First was a coil that went around both the ankles and thighs of the doe’s folded brown and tan legs at the same time, followed by a similar loop that went around the areas above and below her knees.
 Both coils were cinched in between the thigh and calf of each respective leg, locking them in their folded position, as well as in between the frogtied legs themselves, once more tightly binding them together. 

 “Mph! Mmh!” Susan moaned as she kicked with her legs, finding them unable to move more than a few centimetres, much to her satisfaction.
 “That good enough for you, honey, or do you want me to tighten everything up even more?” Danielle chuckled. “Because, as you know, I can easily do that for you.”
 Susan’s heart skipped a beat from joy.
 “Ymmph… mhd l-lmmph thmmph…” The doe pleaded with her big blue gems of eyes. “Pwmmf… mmph mmht… tmmghtmfr…”
 “Really? Even tighter?” the chestnut-furred horsewoman was briefly taken by surprise by Susan’s eagerness to get tied up, before finding she was actually welcoming the challenge. “Why of course, miss Moore, that can most definitely be arranged…”
 
 The doe girl looked on in anticipation as her mistress produced one last, particularly long piece of pink rope from the pile besides her and kneeled beside her prisoners already tightly secured legs.
 With it, Danielle cinched the bindings even tighter together before pulling the ends towards the does arms.
 “Hmmmph?!” Susan yelped as her legs were lifted into the air, to which her captor responded with a mischievous chuckle. “You asked for this, Susan dear. There’s no turning back now!”
 Not just content with looping the ropes around her prisoner’s bound arms, the equine dominatrix pulled the loose ends of the hogtie back to the crotchrope Susan currently was enjoying and anchored them there.
 Now, more than ever, the young doe was completely helpless, every attempt to move resulting in firm, pleasurable tugs at the bindings pressing against her loins.
 “One of my better ties, if I do say myself. I take it you’re enjoying my handiwork?” Susan nodded and moaned in sweet bliss. “Good…” Dannielle smirked at her captive. “Because I have challenge of my own for you!”

 The horsewoman took a seat near the back of the room and patiently waited as Susan struggled to face her, the captive doe letting out various muffled moans and grunts as she turned herself towards her mistress.
 “The rules are very simple, dear Susan. I will give you thirty minutes to crawl over to me. If you make it in time, I shall reward you…” The equine dominatrix chuckled softly. “handsomely…”
 She then picked up her trusty riding crop, deftly twirling it in her hands as her voice dropped to a much sterner tone. “Fail to meet my demands, however, and I will have to punish your incompetence.”
 The sultry tone returned to her voice, along with a warm smile. “But I doubt it will come to that, or will it?”
 “Nmmph, mmhmm!” Susan shook her head, confident in her abilities and more than eager to fulfil her mistress’ desires once again.
 “Good!” Danielle grabbed a stopwatch from her desk and pushed one of the buttons. ”Your time starts… now!”

Susan, like a tightly bound worm, immediately began to crawl her way, inch by inch, towards her misstress, a good 5 meters away.
 “You’re doing pretty good far! 5 minutes in and you’re already a meter ahead! Are you sure you aren’t overdoing it?”
 Dannielle admired her struggling prisoner as she wriggled her way towards her, continuously tugging her crotchrope in the process. “Mmmmgrhh! Mmfmmmh!”
 The blonde equine smiled as she savoured the squirming and muffled moans of her submissive. “Mmmgrh! Hmm-mm-mmmph!”
 Another 25 minutes of struggling passed: by then, Susan was tired, out of breath and her loins positively on fire.

 “Hmmmph!” Susan threw herself before her mistress feet with one last mighty squirm.
 “26 minutes and 13 seconds, not a bad time!” Danielle turned off her stopwatch with a satisfied smile. “I think you’ve more than deserved your reward, Susan. Don’t you agree?”
 “Mmm-hmmnn…” The captured doe was still trying to catch her breath, but the sexual tension that had built up within her was far too much for her to handle, the aphrodisiac tea only intensifying the sensation.
 As a result, Susan shivered and whimpered when her domme climbed down and sat down behind her, wrapping her arms and legs around her bound body.
 “We’ve built up a lot of stress and tension these last few weeks, haven’t we, Susan? I feel like we should take a moment to… relieve ourselves…” If the blonde equine’s sultry voice wasn’t enough to have Susan melt into a warm putty, then the tender fingers of her mistress gliding down to her nethers sure was.  “Mmmmfffmnnn…”
 “Nothing as relaxing as a little massage, don’t you think?”

For Susan, the sensual rubdown was all but relaxing.
She writhed, squirmed and moaned with pure pleasure as Danielle firmly stroked her most sensitive area. “Hmmmmph… mmmmh…”
 The doe was, of course, still tightly hogtied, and the position her mistress held her in forced her to bend her legs, which caused her crotchrope to dig deep into her folds, creating a sizable wet spot of arousal on her panties that only got bigger at Danni’s tender touch.
 There was quite the amount of sexual tension built up in the young submissive’s body, her heart was pounding at the prospect of being able to release it.
 “Mmph! Hmmm! Mhmmn!!” Susan bit down on her gag as she trashed in her ropes, an orgasm exploding throughout her body and giving out a suitably long moan of extacy.
 Slowly, she was engulfed by her massive climax.

 When the doe came to, she was once more sitting in the living room, untied and wrapped in a silk nightrobe.
 “I believe you zoned out for a moment, sweetie.” Danielle chuckled as she walked up behind the couch and set herself besides the doe. “You spent the last few hours in a blissful daze, it seemed like a shame to wake up.”
 “W-wake up? What time is it?” Susan asked, slightly confused and still recovering from her bondage-induced trance.
 The horsewoman purred, a slight smirk hinting at bigger plans. “It’s almost 8 AM, honey. Perhaps it’d be better if you stayed the night. Maybe we could… relax some more together? It has been a long week after all.”
 “That sounds wonderful, miss White.” The doe sighed happily, letting herself fall into the arms of her mistress.

 “What did you have planned next?”

 

Credits:

Story by Rutgerman95/The Awesome Autist (http://www.furaffinity.net/user/rutgerman95/)

Special thanks to Volexe(http://volexe.deviantart.com/)  and ChemicalInfantry (http://www.furaffinity.net/user/chemicalinfantry/)  for proofreading and especially to the latter for lending me his amazing characters in the first place.

The characters of Susan Moore and Daniella White are owned by ChemicalInfantry and borrowed with his permission