"YOUR WISH, TO BE DRESSED AS HIS DREAM WOMAN IS GRANTED, MISTRESS."
Drake suddenly found herself jerked suddenly into a new posture as she lamp dropped from her hands onto the floor. Her yelp of surprise was cut off as she discovered something was jammed in her mouth and she started to realize how much she had screwed up.
Both her hands were bound inside black leather gloves that ended in wooden hooves, while around her head she felt more leather straps holding a bit/gag in her mouth. When she tried to stand up from being on all fours, she was stopped by the straps and gear she felt on her body. She was just able to crane her head around to see her feet had similar black hoof-boots bound to them and that she was wearing a tight black leather corset around her middle -- except fixed to the back was a bright white leather saddle. She even saw a black horse's tail and realized it was the source of oddness she felt in her rump -- the tail was connect to a butt-plug and... there was a very nice vibration coming from something now inside her sex, hidden behind another strap of leather.
Good heavens, Drake thought, stunned. I never knew Ethan dreamed about things like this!
A quick glance at a nearby locker room mirror showed that Drake was indeed seriously bound in leather as if by someone with a distinct taste for pony-grrls. The leather was in a mix of black and white -- black leather where it followed her body or added/described more equine parts, and white for all the 'tack', such as the small saddle on her back or the straps around her head. The pony-grrl in the mirror wriggled her rear, making the tail swish, as she noticed the vibrator strapped inside her more and she could feel herself getting damp there.
Damn, Drake thought.
Still barely able to crawl, though almost hobbled by the leather and finding it hard to breath from the corset. Drake managed to get over to the lamp -- except she could no longer rub it with her hands as they were trapped in the hoof-mittens. After a moment of muffled swearing, she managed to rub the lamp with her cheek.
The genie appeared once more and spoke, "SPEAK YOUR WISH, MISTRESS, AND IT SHALL BE DONE!"
Drake tried to say something, but could not speak around the gag in her mouth. The genie did nothing, but did look faintly pained.
Damn, Drake thought again as she squirmed more, finding it hard to concentrate as the vibrator kept going in her -- with the shock and surprise wearing off and her arousal steadily building from the sensations it was very distracting. I'm really in trouble now. As soon as someone comes in, though, they... crud. What did I wish for them to do again?