PART TWO s – the Bad Thing

  I put wireless headphones on him. Put music on from my phone link with Bluetooth. He now couldn't hear her. I gave him a short piece of rope, and put the other piece in her hand. I put the other short piece, in his other hand. Gave the other piece to her. I turned the music on. Loud.

  "Now. You can only issue commands? Through these two ropes. You have to figure out, how to issue commands, and for him to be able to figure them out. Right. Left. Speed up. Slow down."

  "Well… how…"

  "Light? Figure it the fuck out…"

  "Oh…"

  I broke off a little stick, and handed it to her.

  "Figure something out. No words. He can't see, he can't hear you. Push, poke. Rub, swat. Touch. Figure something out. Get through to the horse. Earn his trust, that you know what you're doing. And don't break my favorite horse's leg."

  Took her a while. She got a system going though. She issued left and right commands, through the ropes he held. She tapped him gently to get him moving, and stopped him by pulling both ropes. She stopped him at a big tree root, and had a time of it. Without talking, how to get him stepping over the root. She inched him forwards, then took his foot and rubbed the edge of the root. Tapped the back of his knee. Gentle. And that, became her command for stepping over the next obstacle she encountered and stopped him to navigate.

  She started having fun, and also taking it very seriously. She sometimes stopped him for next to nothing, and "stepped" him with gentle stick taps? Over basically nothing. When she did it too often, he slowed. He was nervous to walk for her. When she got it right, they made decent time, and we could almost walk normal speed. I complimented her thoroughly, when she got good speed. She was as excited as any 14 year old girl to get praise.

  Then, we got to the field. The field I had exercised him in.

  "Now Light? We're here. I want you, to take him out in the middle of the field. And put your horse out to pasture. You take the ropes back. Leave him. He'll wander slowly, but he won't go far. Do it."

  She did. She gave him a couple very gentle shoves, to give him the idea he was free to wander.

  "Watch him, but. Girl time."

  "Okay."

  I had brandy. I had pot. We had a little of each. When I had her a little buzz, I told her.

  "Now. Go out there. Approach him gentle. Make him understand its you. His owner. You have treats for him. Give him, the treats. Then leave him and come back. Go on."

  She went out. Unsure whether to touch him with her stick, or with her hand. She ended up tapping the front of him, ever so gently. Hey. Its me. You know that, right. He came around blind. She gave him some horse treats. Brandy swigs out the bottle. Smoked him up. I watched her put his mouth down onto the little bong, and hold the lighter for him.

  I walked up behind her, and told her to tie his hands behind his back. She did it. Then I had her let him go to pasture again.

  We left him, and had more girl time.

  "Now just look at him. Horse. No owner. He can't find you. He's blind, he can't see anything. He can't hear anything. You tied his hands? He's helpless. Watch him."

  I got some more brandy and some more smoking into her, then sent her out again.

  "Go to him. You're his owner. Calm him down. Its you. I want you to give him a really good treat this time."

  "Like…"

  "A rubdown. A nice one."

  "Shoulder rubs?"

  "Light? What do you think that boy horse would really appreciate. In the way of rubbing. Hmm? Use you're head."

  "Oh…"

  "Uh huh. Go. Calm him. Let him know its you. Then… give him the good rubdown. Then come back to me. Go on…"

  "You sure?"

  "Light? We're besties and roomies. We shared him before. Go do it. You tugged him before. We both did. Communicate by touch. That's all you have. Not going to do much for you? His hands are tied. But… you? Can make the horse… feel great, can't you."

  "Yeah. I can."

  "So? Go do it. No talking. Nothing but touch. You make that horse love you. Go on."

  "Quickie?"

  "The longer it takes, the more the horse enjoys it… right?"

  "Hmm. Yeah…"

  I sat and watched. He jumped when she tapped him with her leading stick, but. It was her. His owner for the night? Was there. He was found. She kissed him, she kissed his neck and nibbled on it. I watched him get nervous and pull, when she worked his jeans. But… she got him calmed down. She used her hand, and kissing his neck helped. She started and stopped, and had that horse eating out of her hand before she was done. Sure, he finally squirted off. But… I knew they both had fun.

  After that, we had a longer "girl time" break. It was composed of equal measures of brandy shots, puffs of pot, and my expnations. We walked out together after our longer break. I now had a lead stick too, and he got gently tapped with two of them. Eyes still with blindfold on, ears still filled with music, we both jumped and started him, by touching him.

  When she came back, she was excited. I praised her. Told her what a good job she was doing.

  "Now. Light. Ready for the big test?"

  "Sure. I think."

  "Let's walk him back. We'll take him out. Blindfolded. Imagine how much control you'll have, with voice."

  "Oh. Shit. I can get anything done."

  "Yeah… see, right now? You have to teach and learn, with touch only. You don't value what you say. Other girls are like that. They say this, they say that. But… not you. No, when I take those headphones off. You? Are going to pce great value on what you say to him. You? Are going to treasure being able to speak to your horse. And him? He's going to have a new avenue, of getting information of his world. Through you. When those headphones come off? He's going to concentrate. On your voice. Make sure what you say, is what you mean."

  "Where are we going?"

  "We're going out. Horses? Like a beer. Something to eat. Lets take him out. You? Take him out. You’re in charge. Keep your horse calm. Don't spook him. Don't let anyone else touch him, or issue him commands. Make him trust you. When this night is over? He'll be practically your horse. I promise you."

  "We haven't had a third date yet."

  "You will. Lightning? I have a nice dirt bike at home. Only friends I trust, can ride it. Less friends, were allowed on my own horse. Now… this boy? Is more important to me, than my dirt bike and my horse. Put together and then some. I intend to marry him, unless something changes. Do you understand, what's going on here?"

  "Yes. No."

  "Little lightning? I love you like a little sister. I'm… letting you ride my favorite… thing in the world. The thing, I hold dear, above all else. I trust you. I love you. I want you to experience… something great. You already know how it is. I fuck girls up, for so much as looking at him sideways, don't I."

  "I seen it. Yeah."

  "So. How much do I love you."

  She hugged me, tight.

  Then, she went and got her horse. Quick tap with her lead stick, and she had him following her. Like a goddamn pro. Blind and deaf. One touch? He's following her anywhere. We led him out of the woods. She made great time with her "horse" and didn't stumble him once. I took the headphones off, and let her enjoy voice commands.

  I untied him, and let her hear me talk to him.

  "Now listen up, horse. I know you know my voice. Don't you."

  He nodded.

  "Yeah. You better. Now listen up. We're going out. Where? Our business. You? Will follow her voice. And her voice alone. Is that clear? She'll give you commands. You? Follow them. You will learn to trust her. We clear on this?"

  "Crystal."

  "All right. You're staying blindfolded. Its a psych css exercise. You reading me?"

  "Yep."

  "Good horse…"

  "Mm. Great owner."

  "You having fun?"

  "Hmm. Yeah…"

  We went and got into the car, and went out. She had her blindfolded horse. I drove in circles.

  "Now honey. We're here. You're horse?"

  "Yeah…"

  "Let him know you're the owner. Make him feel secure. Lot of noise. Lot of commotion. Let him know. You? Own him. You? Protect him. Make him feel secure. You ready?"

  "As I'm gonna be. Horse ready?"

  "This is fun. Take your horse out."

  There was some commotion when we walked in. The fuck was going on. Light led him up by hand. Spped the bar.

  "Hey. Wanna buy my horse? A drink."

  Girl tending bar, smiled.

  "Your horse old enough for a drink, hun?"

  "He's 24. He's fine."

  "All right then…"

  She rattled off beer names, and Little Lightning picked one. She spped the bar. Forcefully, too.

  "That one. Pitcher!"

  "All right…"

  A pitcher of beer was produced. Three gsses. She poured all three. She put her horse's hands on the gss. The girl next to her at the bar? Was staring.

  "The fuck you looking at, anyways. Buying my horse a drink."

  The girl raised her hands up. Palms forwards. Hey, have fun.

  That pretty much set the tone for the night. This? Was her horse. Don't touch. Its mine. He listens to me. Period. You wanna talk to him? You talk to me. Eventually, some guy wandered up. He knew him.

  "Wizzy?"

  "That you, Shoot?"

  "Yeah. We're in the back. Come say hi, Wiz."

  Lightning was on him.

  "Yeah? And who are you."

  He had to introduce himself. Expin who he was, how he knew Wizzy. Was it okay if his buddy came back to the table they had. Lightning looked at me. I nodded. She led him back. When we got to the table, the guys were drinking, and slightly boisterous…

  "Hey boys. This? Is my horse. Wizzy. You don't touch my horse? Without my permission. Or you pull back a bloody stump. We good?"

  Seemed they were.

  "Here, honey. Chair…" And she sat him down. She put a gss in his hand, and poured him a beer out of the pitcher.

  "My name's Light. Short for Little Lightning. This? Is Hurry. The Hurricane. Guess you boys know my horse here. Wizzy."

  They did. It was their buddy. They pyed video games with him after all. They giggled. Wanted to know what was going on.

  "Psych css project, boys. Trust building exercise."

  "Yeah Wiz. We know your girl. Seen you with her. Who's this girl."

  Lightning took a tone.

  "Yeah, Wizzy. Who's this girl. Huh?"

  "Guys? Meet my girlfriend. Call her Light. Pretty girl, huh."

  Oh. The other one. That's your girlfriend.

  "Boys. I'm being shared. This is my other girlfriend. Be nice, you'll see a lot more of her."

  And that was all it took. The computer crowd? Was all hoots and whistles, but quickly settled down. He was Toot to us, but he was Wiz to them. They quickly got used to this game of him being blindfolded. Of Light "owning" him. We came back and forth to this table. All night. One girl tried Light. Up at the bar. He looked around, blindfolded. Strange hands on him. Light was there in an instant. Hands off, bitch. My horse. Light calmed him verbally and the barmaid giggled. She led him back to familiar territory. His friend's table.

  We ended up at his friend's house. He sat there, smiling. Anyone came in? They already knew him, but one of his friends made the introductions, and what was going on. No problem. Everyone fawned all over Light and myself. Real nice, too. No one held our hand too long, no one so much as dared to touch our ass. Like we were used to. Hey. This is Wiz's girl, you seen her around with him. And this? Is his other girlfriend. Me and Light enjoyed a happy bubble all night there.

  Blindfolded, he couldn't see what went on. None of his computer friends dared to act up. Not in the slightest. We actually had fun. Describing to him what the game looked like, then he knew. No one really questioned anything. Wiz has another girlfriend. This, is her. Pretty much all the computer guys needed to know. No one tried to feed us drinks. Guys asked blindfolded "Wiz" if it was all right to offer us drinks.

  I shared gnces with Light. This was different. This was very different. It didn't take long at all, before what went on the screen was way more important than what went on in real life. Eventually, another game went on. Then another. Finally, I recognized one.

  "Hey! I pyed this!"

  A cheer went up. Someone put a controller in my hand. I got teased. Did I really know how to py?

  "Fuck you… we green or red team…"

  "We're green."

  "Who's the leader…"

  Some guy raised his hand.

  "I'll follow your lead. Go…"

  Light didn't know, but she followed my lead. I'd pyed games with the boys, back home. My boyfriend? Sat there blindfolded, smiling. Light sat there, smiling nervous. But, she sat here. She didn't say a word as I had words with my new friends.

  "Some air support would be nice, you little bitches!"

  "Yeah… light them motherfuckers up… fucking A…"

  "Goddamn it! Some covering fire! Trying to get across the street, you fucks!"

  I felt grand. I got called a "gamer girl". Then Wizzy got congratuted. On having a "unicorn", for a "main piece". I just smiled sagely at Light. I put her hands on the controller, and showed her how to move around on the screen, what was going on. The boys? Hooted and whistled. Toot? Had access to unicorns. He? Was the man. Lightning looked at me sideways, but said nothing. Streetwise. Sounded good. I'd fill her in ter.

  One tall fat guy, stood in front of me.

  "Hurry? If you want a drink… here. I don't wanna make you mad, is all."

  He wanted to give me a fruit juice. He wanted to be the one to hand it to me. He was beaming. I took it, and stared at him. He froze. I grabbed his hand and kissed it.

  "Thanks, sexy!"

  He was in his glory. You could see it. A pretty girl? Called him sexy. He wasn't the man, but he was the next man. The guys teased him. Hey, you fucking with one of Wiz's girls? Another friend fucked with him. Fucking clear that shit with his owner, Light. She gonna fuck your shit up. That be her friend and shit, fat boy.

  The next time? He stood there, and asked permission to get us both drinks. She just looked at him. You fucking with me? She looked at me. I shrugged.

  "She likes apple juice too…"

  Me and Light? We got treated like goddamn gold all night. Boys brought us drinks, most of them non alcoholic. They brought us treats. They asked us our permission for the tiniest thing. One guy beat on the door, for the guy in the bathroom? To get out. Light wanted to use the restroom. Guy cleared out, smiling. Apologized. Light looked at me, this was something new.

  One guy sat next to Wiz and obviously knew him, started talking to him. Light winked at me, and fucked with him. She was starting to work her controller. Join in the game as a newbie.

  "Hey…"

  "Yeah."

  "You ask me my permission?"

  "For…"

  "That's my horse. You don't touch my horse. You don't talk to my horse. Without my permission. Or? I'll fuck your shit up."

  Really not a little guy. Kinda tall, over six foot. Little heavy set, too. He moved away, like she had kicked him in the nuts. I fucking smacked her, and took the controller back. Look. Go make nice. She ran over and didn't realize. Not till just now. She was used to dealing with wrestlers and football pyers. He was hurt. He jumped when she came at him. He looked over at me and Wiz? She calmed him down. She was just kidding.

  Little Lightning, was used to having a happy bubble around her. A Hurricane bubble. You fuck with the Hurricane's special friend? Don't. This was all new for her. Hey. That's the Wizard's girl, bub. Oh! Hands went up, apologies. She looked at me, and rolled her eyes. She grabbed this tall fat kid? And dirty danced his ass into the corner. Laughing.

  He was nervous, scared. He was palpably frightened. She got him over it. His friends? The computer crowd. They ughed and pointed. Man, Hurry gonna fuck your shit up. You better hope Wiz don't find out. Lightning had fun with it.

  "Hey Wiz? I'm dirty dancing with one of these guys. Rubbing my shit on him. Got a problem with it?"

  "Lightning? You own me tonight. Do your thing."

  The boys hooted and hollered. And? It was all in fun. No one tried to do anything. I felt the happy warm bubble of having a big strong man own me. Except, it wasn't that. I was Wiz's girl. Period. That was that. Light? Was his other girl. And that was that. I kept getting fruit juice drinks. Irrespective of who I was with. Wizzy was right. His friends? Would treat me like a goddess. Light too. Girl pying games. No other reason.

  We finally took our "horse" home. We promised we'd come back. Back in the car, I asked Light if she had fun. She said, it was great. Me too. Wizzy reminded me. His friends? Would treat me like gold.

  We got home. We kept the blindfold on him. Fuck it. We got into the bedroom. I winked at Light.

  "Hey. I know you know to listen to my voice…"

  "Yes."

  I said it a little rough.

  "Get on the bed. Now."

  Light looked at me, but said nothing.

  "Lightning?"

  "Yeah…"

  "Good girls on the outside. Little sluts? On the inside. Are you a good girl?"

  "I am."

  "Me and you, outside. Little slut? Inside. Hey slut. Strip. Get the fuck in here."

  I had him in between us in no time. Lightning was looking at me. I smiled.

  "What's the matter honey?"

  "I…"

  I had a few drinks. I didn't care.

  "Sluts in the middle. Fuck it…"

  "But…"

  "Light. Slut, in the middle."

  I wound my arm around his, and Light did the same. He was trapped once we both did it. I looked at Light, then got up to get something. I snapped my fingers, and smiled. Telling him to "stay", then I added "or else". I came back with the little baby oil bottle, and what looked to be the rge rubber squirt ring. The ring vibrator. I showed everything to her. She counted off.

  "Hmm. Motion lotion. Little vibrator? Nice. What's this…"

  "Ah. That, is a… don't know the medical name, but, its a cock ring."

  She pyed with it.

  "What's it do…"

  "I'll show you…"

  I put it on him, and adjusted it tight.

  "Now? We have fun. He can finish, but… its trapped. So. He can't really finish. And he can't go soft. We have fun, as long as we want."

  "Oh. And… him?"

  "After a while? You'll hear begging, like never before."

  At first, we each id on an outstretched arm. We each had our arm we id on, and our arm wound around it. He was sweetly trapped, and we took turns pying with him. The other kept a drop of baby oil on him. I slung my leg over and down his, and hooked under it. Dragging it back, holding it open. She mirrored me. We had him very sweetly, but very trapped. She smiled and quickly got into the game. It didn't take long, before he pulled and twisted gently. I showed her. How nothing came out, and he didn't go soft.

  I let him go, so she did as well. She smiled, and teased him. Slut's in the middle, became a fun tease, a fun taunt. She joked it was her "rape clinic". I asked her how that was. With a pout and a smile, she expined.

  "I don't know. Slut's in the middle. We py with him. He's the one… on the bnket?"

  "Yeah. You like it like that?"

  "Something different. How do you do it all, though."

  "All what?"

  "Anything you want. You just tell him. He does it. How are you so in charge."