I had issued an invitation for them both to visit me and spend a week at my year round chalet vacation home in Ontario, Canada. In fact I was getting really pissed off with the constant bickering and sniping at each other on the group site. It was spoiling the camaraderie. So my suggestion was that they come over and we have a quiet time enjoying the scenery and they could try to work out their differences. I would be happy to arbitrate the discussions.

Kat's flight from Chicago came in about an hour before Dianne's from England and she was dressed sensibly for the Canadian weather. Dianne on the other hand, had on so many layers it was a wonder they hadn't charged her for excess baggage weight. Luckily she recognized us as we waited for her outside the customs area because all we could see was a pair of eyes in the walking bundle of clothes.

We chatted about this and that as I drove my SUV north for nearly two hours and, while they were impressed with the winter wonderland scenery, they couldn't resist taking the odd verbal shot at each other. After I had pulled in the garage under the remote chalet we unloaded the luggage and I showed them their rooms. A little while later Kat, and a much thinner looking Dianne, joined me in the living room. I poured us a glass of wine proposing a toast to an enjoyable week and fruitful discussions.

They never learn.

It had been the start of a fun evening - for me. When they woke up I had them both in the hot tub under the stars. They were naked except for ring gags that meant keeping their mouths above the water and I had used several strategically placed plastic ties on their wrists and arms plus foot long plastic hobble bars at the ankles. The temperature outside on the deck made sure that they kept the rest of themselves below the surface in the steaming water.

We had played a game starting with Dianne since she had traveled the farthest. I held up a coin and asked if she wanted heads or tails. She nodded for heads and I dropped the coin sideways into my glass of white wine. It landed as tails so I worked one end of the rubber double strap-on dildo in Kat, helped her position herself and then started the other end of it in Dianne's rear entrance (tails - hee, hee, hee) and told her she had until I finished my glass of wine.

The rules were simple - I made them up as I went along! It was a small glass and a big bottle and when finished we had one hostess who was feeling no pain and two very, very frustrated ladies.

They had spent the night in their current positions and I made sure it was impossible for them to do anything to ease their frustration. As a matter of fact as I led Dianne towards the bathroom for her morning ablutions she bought me up short and when I turned she was trying to hump the corner of the dining room table. If looks could kill I would have been dead as I pulled her away.

I had awoken to a white blanket of new snow and skipped morning workouts in favour of a light breakfast. For them it was liquid protein shakes poured through holes in the penis gags they wore. These two ladies were going to get all the exercise they needed before the day was out.

I had remembered seeing a small one passenger pony trap in the back of the chalet's garage left by the previous owners that was equipped with skis and long shafts. I had an idea how to use it. Pulling it out to an open spot on the garage floor, I spent some time wiping it down and planning the changes I needed to make. The tool bench provided an electric drill along with several brackets and ringbolts and, in just over an hour, I stepped back from the modified sleigh.

The gag kept the moaning and groaning to a minimum as I changed Dianne's outfit and laced her tightly into a black leather jacket that had a built in corset and then twisted her arms up between her shoulder blades. Her gloved hands were encased in pointed heavy leather mitts and their rings slipped over the snap hook on the strap at the back of her neck. I pulled on the strap across her elbows and fastened it when her forearms were touching.

The position of her arms forced her breasts hard into the leather cups of the corset and I tightened the cords threaded through the base of each cup to firmly trap each swollen gland. By this time she was groaning at the restriction on her upper body but I paid no attention as I went to work on the next step.

Pulling her ass cheeks apart, I pushed in a lubricated rubber butt plug. I followed it with an equally large dildo in front and then pulled a pair of tight latex panties up her legs and laced on skintight kid leather toreador pants. Medium heeled but very tight lined rubber boots laced to her knees and a crotch strap went between her legs from the front to back of the waist belt.

After tying her ankles I turned my attention to Kat and got her into a duplicate outfit. The one-piece lined black vinyl body suits had pouches tailored in the back to accommodate their bound arms and front zips from crotch to neck. When they were done up I closed the velcro storm flaps over the zips.

I considered putting another layer on Dianne; well Kat was from Chicago and somewhat used to the cold but Dianne complained when it got under 10c and it was way below zero today - must be the Guinness in her blood.

Wide belts with metal rings just above each hip buckled around their waists. The suits were completely waterproof with elastic at the ankles to hold the cuffs tight against the boots. Starting with Dianne I installed earplugs then a very special leather helmet. It had holes at the eyes and nostrils with a larger one framing her mouth. On top at the crown of her head was another smaller opening. As I laced the helmet down the back of her head I hooked her hair through the opening so it formed a ponytail.

Pulling out her gag I replaced it, quickly to stop the torrent of abuse, by forcing a hard rubber bar between her teeth. The bar was five inches long and one inch in diameter. A strap buckled at the back of her neck and I tightened it until the bar was hard against her back teeth. There were metal rings screwed into each end of the gagging bit that would come into play later. Kat was in no position to argue as I treated her head the same way and gagged her with another rubber bit.

Snapping a leash on one of the rings on each bit I led them down to the garage. There were no restraints on their legs and the boot heels were made for comfortable walking. They would feel the inserts working within them though.

I backed Dianne in between the shafts of the sleigh to stand while I connected short chains from the rings on her waist belt to the brackets I had installed halfway down the shafts. Then Kat was backed in until she stood about two feet in front of Di and I connected her chains.

I ran a martingale from Kat's gag bit down between her legs and up to Di's bit. Another went from there down between Di's legs and up her back. I pulled down on her ponytail and attached the end of the martingale to her hair. Now her head was held up but there was downward pressure on her gag bar from Kat's strap. As a final touch I ran a braided leather lace from Kat's ponytail to Dianne's gag bar and then connected a pair of long reins from each end of Kat's gag bar, across Dianne's shoulders to the seat of the sleigh.

The doors to the garage were closed so they had nowhere to go while I went and got dressed. A hooded quilted leather jump suit with warm laced up knee boots and lined kid gloves would keep me comfortable. I returned to the lower level with my sunglasses and tinted snow goggles for them, opened the doors and led them out into the snow.

Climbing on the single seat I gave Kat a light tug on the reins and Dianne a not so light tap on her tautly covered rear end with a leather riding crop.

They both started forward and soon matched their steps so they weren't kicking each other. The tension on the tethers from their mouths and ponytails tightened then eased with their movements and the position of their confined arms kept their backs straight and chests thrust forward.

I relaxed, tucked my chin into the fur edging of my leather hood and enjoyed the scenery as the snow ponies pulled me along at a gentle walking pace. Once they had the hang of it I stopped the sleigh by pulling on the reins, got out and walked around to face them. Using sign language I made it clear I wanted them to bend their legs and raise their knees more as they moved. A couple of swipes with the riding crop emphasized my point and I climbed back into my seat.

When they moved off again with their heads nodding up and down, ponytails swinging and knees lifted high it gave the appearance of prancing ponies. I kept the sleigh following the same path my snowmobile had used, so even with the overnight snowfall it was not as deep and the runners slid easily. Never the less, by the time I had driven them on a circuit of the field, they were gasping for air around the gag bits and panting through their noses. Their breath steamed in the cold but I was warm in my leather and showed no mercy.

I made them start again around the field and then stopped at the point furthest from the chalet. There was no need to hobble the helpless women, I just tied the reins to a fence post and left them standing there while I took a short trail through the woods to check how the ice was forming on the lake at the back of my property.

Since they would have been sweating inside the vinyl suits I didn't leave them for too long in case they started to get chilled. After a quick look at the lake I returned and drove them back to the garage.

Unhooking the chains from the waist belts I pulled the two out from between the shafts and used an old towel to wipe the snow off their lower legs and dry the boots.

They were exhausted and completely docile as I led them upstairs and stripped off the waterproof suits. That still left them helplessly bound from the waist up and a couple of straps around their ankles completed the restraint.

Sitting side by side on a couch, harsh bit gags still filling their mouths, I gave them an ultimatum. I would remove the gags and give them a chance to talk and settle their differences so the rest of us can get some peace and quiet or if they didn't agree to that, we could all go for another nice run around the field. But if that was the case then they should know I had been online to Mandy and found that she wants to experiment with being a top instead of a sub so I've asked her to fly in from Germany and join us. She will be here tomorrow ready for some fun or…..?

Hey it had only been minus 15c out today, wait till it got cold. Welcome to Anne's Canada - this is the way I arbitrate - do you ladies still want to squabble?