NSFW and mainly just a joke
A crate arrived at the ranch of Mr Lindsey Buckingham . It was unusually large and heavy and had to be carried by four men who trained his horses. When the men had left, the stud himself gave them a tip, he then opened the lid and beheld quite a sight. Inside were two women tied up in very uncomfortable positions. Their feet, which were dressed in ballerina boots without any heels, were behind their heads and tied together there. Their arms were in rubber gloves that ended in fingerless mittens and tied behind their back in reverse prayer, so the mittened hands touched the feet. The feet and hands were tied together too.
Their faces were not visible because they wore black inflatable rubber hoods on their heads which had only one small opening, through which a breathing tube each ran into their mouths. The hoods were almost inflated to the point of bursting.
Around their necks they wore black neck corsets. Their waists were restricted by very tightly pulled black rubber corsets and Lindsey could tell they clearly were attached to multiple things so they could be transported to him on his ranch without dying or exploding from their substances. Cringing slightly but shrugging when he saw In their pussies they had inflatable dildos through which the hoses of catheters ran; the attached bags were very large and almost completely filled, he could drink that later with his cranberry juice he thought to himself, his kinky horse boy side getting the better of him and he loved how the thought of pony play made him feel like a young teenage boy again instead of the old man he now was.
He then looked at the time stamp on the lid of the crate and realised the women had been in their positions for almost 48 hours now. There was a sealed envelope inside the crate too. The king of the ranch picked it up, opened it and began to read:
"Dear Lindsey !
These are two girls who were posting about you on social media, the ones we thought would be good for you to make your next ponies, their names are un-important so name them whatever you like, but they kept making posts about you and saying how being your slave was their dream as well as multiple posts about ponies and horses, its clear it is their fetish, so here they are and better yet, they look like your one and only, Stevie a bit and I am sure you can modify them to make them look like her even more! They have been stalking you for about 5 years already and recently discovered the BDSM lifestyle, only to find out they are both very submissive for older men like you so that will make it easier. The two are very promising slave material so you should easily be able to make them into your newest addition for your ranch, they also very much wanted this, so it should work out for all of you.
Looking forward to the results of your excellent work
Your friend, the pony finder ;) !"
Lindsey took a look at the letter and couldn't help but grin. This was a challenge and he hadn't had one for a while, he was so excited and after his health scare, he realised he wanted more ponies than just his wife and smallish collection of human horses so he had sent his secret friend and kind of kidnapper out to find him what would be loyal and good ponies and he was eager to begin his latest project.
Lindsey bowed down and carefully untied the girls after taking a sip of his cranberry juice he had been sipping on. First he loosened the knots that connected their feet to their hands, next were the ties that held their arms in place. Slowly he put their arms into a more comfortable position; he knew that after two days in this position their elbow-joints probably hurt a lot. Next were the feet; they too were released and pulled carefully over their heads back in front of their bodies again.
Lindsey turned to their hoods then and deflated them first; then he opened the zippers and pulled them over their heads. He realized the hoods had inflatable butterfly gags inside, through which the breathing tubes had run. The girls' jaws surely had to hurt.
