Thursday, February 17, 2011

Pony Training

Coming home from work had taken on an almost ritualistic pattern for me. I parked my Lexus in the drive and entered the house to automatically shed the trappings of my day time life and work. Heading upstairs, I removed all my clothes, for I was generally forbidden to wear anything when at home. Nakedness and exposure was expected at all times, except for rared occasions.

Next I removed my makeup and simple jewelry, except for my collar of course. My collar is a thin but very strong circular band of platinum which can not be removed without some rather heavy tools. I wear it as a symbol of my marital and slave state instead of a wedding ring. It looks like a nice piece of jewelry, and I frequently wear a small diamond or sapphire pendant from it.

After peeling off the symbols of my employment during the day, I went downstairs and began cooking dinner. We expected company that evening, and I was fixing a special meal; home made lasagna, salad, and garlic bread. As the lasagna baked, I began to clean the house in preparation for Jason's arrival later.

At 6:30, Jason arrived home, and I could feel the slight twinge of excitement I still feel whenever I am in his presence. Jason is my master, my owner, my husband, and my life. I am dedicated to him and his pleasure, in all ways. I work at my job to earn money for him, to please him that I am productive. When at home, I am his plaything, subject to all his whims and desires. My body and mind are his, at all times.

I went up to him and kissed him on his cheek. His rough hands caressed my naked flesh and pulled me to him. Resting my head on his shoulder, I sighed in contentment, but then looked at him. "Is Jon coming tonight? I am fixing dinner for you. Shall I dress for the occasion?"

Jason shook his head. "No, dearest. You are lovely as you are. The dinner will be just for me and Jon tonight, you can remain in the bedroom."

This was a little unusual. In asking if I was to be dressed, I was asking whether I was to wear clothing because of our guest. Jason was making it clear that I was to remain naked while the guest was in our house, and to not participate in the meal. "Yes, sir. Should I eat before?"

"Yes, you can eat a little before he comes, which should be in half an hour. Let me know when you are done setting the table."

I did as instructed, grabbing myself a sandwich as I set the table and finished preparing the dinner for two. When the lasagna was done, salad tossed, and bread in a basket, I moved to the living room where Jason was reading.

"Everything is ready for you and Jon. Are you sure you don't want me dressed? I have never met Jon before, you know." I was concerned that a person not familiar with my status as owned slave would see me naked and question us. We are usually discrete about our relationship.

"I told you before, no. You are not to dress. Come with me." Jason rose and I followed him into the bedroom. Jason pulled out the wooden pony that he keeps in the walk in closet for punishment. I have only ridden it a few times, and the experience can range from uncomfortable to excruciatingly painful, depending on how long I am left to ride.

"Jason... I don't understand. Have I failed you in some way? Please, I don't see the need for punishment--"

Jason cut me off, "Siobhan, when will you learn to stop questioning me? I know you mean well, but you are constantly calling my judgment into question and arguing. This is to remind you that you are mine, and what I decide is final. Slide into position."

I could feel the sweat break out on my forehead as I raised one leg and swung over the wooden beam of the pony. I hate the pony. It hurts, and the longer I am forced to sit on it, the deeper the hurt goes, spreading and cramping through my clit, my cunt, my vagina, my hips...

Standing on my toes with one leg on each side of the wooden board I could feel the sharp edge below me, waiting for me to rest my weight on it. Jason took my hands behind my back and handcuffed my wrists together. He fondled my breasts for a moment. I was shaking just a little in anticipation as he slipped one hand between my legs and found my clit, rubbing it slightly. I moaned involuntarily.

Jason reached under the bed for the leg spreader, the device that would force my legs apart and make it impossible not to rest my weight on the pony. He pulled one of my legs to the side, and I felt the wooden edge dig into the soft flesh between my legs. The spreader was buckled around my right ankle, and then the left. As my left leg was pushed out to fit into the spreader, my full body weight pressed down on my labia lips, smashing them, and beginning the cycle of increasing pain.

I still tried to lift myself up by standing on my tip toes, but I knew from experience the effort was futile. Somehow, I couldn't help it. My calves strained, feet pointed out and down, toes reaching the carpet below me attempting to lift me up. My cunt ached already.

Jason kissed me and then left the room. I rocked slowly, back and forth, side to side, on the pony, beginning a long evening of suffering for my owner.

I heard Jon arrive about 15 minutes later. The door to the bedroom was ajar and I could hear Jason talking to him as they sat down to eat. I hoped they enjoyed the dinner I had prepared for them, though it was hard to concentrate on what was going on in the other room; the pain in my groin was slowly increasing.

It wasn't until after dinner that I began to hear what they were discussing. The area of my vulva was numb by then, though the aching pain was radiating outward across my hips. My face was wet from tears, though I refused to let out a sob or other audible evidence of my suffering. Rolling back slightly so that the pressure was on my anus, I listened to the men talking.

"I think it's a great idea, Jason," Jon was saying. "We the ranch is way out in the country and the spot is open. You and I could have a good time fishing and riding, maybe even hunt a bit. And the training would absolutely be good for her, I am sure of it. I have never seen a case where it didn't have a beneficial effect."

"Yep. She could use the exercise, too. She has an office job, you know, and has been getting soft. Not that I mind soft, but she could stand to lose a few. I could really enjoy the time off, as well." Jason sounded happy.

"We are fully equipped so unless she is an odd size, we could accommodate her. Would you be interested in breeding her?" Jon said.
"It't something to consider," Jason sounded thoughtful. A chill ran down my spine which mixed with the agony spreading across my ass. "Would you like to see her?"

After talking a bit more, the two men came into the bedroom. I hung my head, my hair covering my face from view. For some reason, I was always ashamed to be seen riding the wooden pony.

"Oh my, she is lovely," Jon sounded awed. "Yes, she will do well. How long has she been riding tonight?"

Jon reached out and touched my left breast, caressing my flesh and then sliding his finger tips down my side. Jason reached under my chin and lifted my face so that Jon could see my tear streaked face, and I could see the rough, weather worn face of a man slightly older than Jason. "How long have you been riding tonight, dear?"

I glanced at the clock on the wall. "93 minutes, Jason."

Jon laughed. "Precise bitch. I bet she watches every minute tick by, as well!"

They left the room, closing the door behind them so I could no longer hear. I was left alone with my pain, watching the clock tick by. It wasn't until I had been on the pony for almost three hours that Jason came back in and released me.

My legs shook as I tried to stand, and I barely made it to the bed before collapsing in a fetal ball. There really is no position that relieves the pain from riding the pony, but curling up sometimes makes my mind feel a little better. Jason sat down behind me and caressed my exposed ass and cunt as he explained to me.

"Well, Siobhan, I decided it was time for us to take a little vacation. Jon owns a ranch in the country and has invited us to spend some time there. It's a special ranch, one where special training for... slaves like you can be conducted."

I rolled over and looked at Jason with anxious eyes. "You won't give me up to someone else, will you? I am yours. You own me. Only you!"

Jason reached down and took my head in his hands and kissed me. "The training is pony training. You will be trained to act as a pony, to wear the proper attire, have the proper attitude and strengthen yourself. When you are ready, you may be allowed to serve by pulling carts or traps."

The ranch was in the foothills, distant from any towns. As with any long trips, I was transported in the back of Jason's SUV, naked with my wrists and ankles secured in a single bracket that kept me doubled over. It was nearly a five hour drive, and I was incredibly sore and tired when they finally lifted me out. Being secured in that manner, unable to move and then being lifted out and carried when we arrived impressed on me just how much of a slave I was. I didn't even feel like a slave, I felt like an animal, or piece of meat or furniture.

I was carried upside down across a large dirt open area that was partially surrounded by rustic wooden buildings. One of the buildings was a barn, and we entered through two open large double doors and into a central corridor. Stalls lined the corridor, each with a closed and barred wooden door. The two men set me down in the middle of the dirt floor and unlocked my restraints.

The two men were unfamiliar to me. I slowly stretched my arms and legs out, getting my muscles back in shape after the long cramped ride, and watched the men as they unbarred one of the doors to a stall. A small slit of a window lit the interior, showing the floor covered with hay, several iron rings and bars fixed to the walls, a couple of troughs... and that was it. I was let inside, and then left alone as the two men closed the door. I heard the bar slide into place outside. I was locked in.

It was sunny outside and the peak of the heated afternoon. The shade of the barn made it cooler, but I was still sweating, my skin slick. Dirt stuck to my flesh and made me look terrible, this worried me as I was used to always looking my best for Jason. I had to pee and there was no place I could see. I waited.

My bladder was about to burst when the door was unbarred and Jason and Jon came in. Jason immediately checked me to make sure I was OK, looking my naked body over. Jon poured a bucket of water into a trough and checked the straw. He then came over.

"Please, sir. Jason, I need to pee badly. May I go to the toilet?"
Jon responded instead of Jason. "You may pee at any time, anywhere you are, unless you are inside a building designated for humans. You may pee on the floor here, on the ground outside, or where ever you may be. No permission is necessary."

My mind had trouble grasping this concept... I was to urinate anytime, anyplace? This stall was obviously mine, I was to be kept here. I was to urinate on the floor of my cell? It began to sink in... I was being treated like an animal. I bit my lip and lowered my eyes as I blushed.

Jon went to the side of the stall and took something down from the wall. I looked at the curious item, which looked at first like a flogger, except the strands were too fine. Then I realized -- it was a tail. Three feet long, brushed horse hair which ran up to a large butt plug. A really large but plug. I whimpered as Jon brought it over to me.

"Bend over and present your anus." Jon's voice made it clear there would be no arguing. I leaned over and spread my legs. With both hands, I reached back, grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them apart. I have never gotten used to this-- the slightly cool air penetrating to my anus makes me feel incredibly vulnerable and exposed. The plug was pressed against my anus, slowly wriggling and penetrating. My natural reaction was to clench, but I had experience with this and quickly pushed out, which relaxed the sphincter and allowed penetration more easily.

"Good girl, steady..." Jon spoke in a reassuring voice as he pushed and twisted the plug deeper and deeper, spreading my flesh wider and wider until it began hurting and I whimpered from the pain. "Good girl... just a little more and you will be there..."

Just when I thought I would not be able to take the plug, that it would tear me open instead, it slid in and narrowed. My sphincter automatically clamped down on the narrow neck of the plug, keeping the huge bulk of it inside. It was clearly large enough that it would not be expelled easily; it would take someone pulling it out.

"Good girl! I knew you could do it." Jon stroked my hair and then slapped my ass cheek as I raised up. Standing up made the plug shift inside, and it hurt a little, but I stood with my new tail hanging down behind me and tried to be as straight as possible. My breasts stood out in front of me, and I could see Jason look at me with pride. That in turn made me feel proud. I was doing well for him and was not an embarrassment.

Jon placed a long leash on my slave collar, and led me around the stall in a circle. I waddled some from the plug. "Don't worry, you will get used to that," he said." A few rules around here. First, you don't speak. We speak. You are a pony. We are your masters and trainers."

"You will wear your tail all the time. You will obey all commands. You will work hard to please your trainers. You will be fed twice a day, here in your stall. You may drink at any time water is present, but you will only be fed once in the morning, once in the evening. After you have fed, your tail will be removed temporarily and if you feel the need, you may then relieve your bowels here, on the straw. There will be no other opportunity to relieve your bowels."

Jon took a small riding crop and slapped my ass with it. "Raise your knees when you walk!"

I raised my knees higher as I walked around the perimeter of the stall. *Slap* another stinging blow on my thigh and I really raised my knees high, making a show of walking. I could feel my breasts jiggling a little as I pranced.

"Head high! Chin up!" Jon was giving directions as I pranced around the stall. Constantly correcting my posture and my gait, reminding me to look straight ahead, to keep an even pace, and so on. When I forgot an instruction, the riding crop would slap hard against my naked flesh, making me jump. It felt good when there was no sting because I knew I was doing well, I felt like a failure when he had to strike me.

I was finally allowed to stop and rest. My thighs were aching from the constant high stepping gait, and I was breathing hard. Sweat trickled down my face, chest and back. It had been a real workout.

"Jon, I would love to see any of the other ponies you have right now. Would that be possible?" Jason said as Jon tied my leather leash to a ring in the wall.

"Sure, let's go take a look," Jon replied, and they were gone.

I still needed to pee and had not been able to while I was being exercised. Looking around the stall, it was clear that there was no specific place to be used; there was simply a layer of straw. Choosing a corner, I squatted and tried to pee. It didn't come. The strange surroundings had me tense. Closing my eyes I relaxed myself... and it came. The pee streamed out and into the straw below me. When I was done, I stood and checked around the stall and got a drink of water from the trough.

My legs were still shaky from the exercise and I started to sit down. As soon as my ass pressed down to rest on the floor I leaped up again. Sitting down caused the tail to ram the plug deeper into my ass. I could kneel, stand, be on all fours, or lie down on my side, but I couldn't sit. I chose to lie down, and began to idly masturbate, looking at the wooden walls and dreaming of performing for Jason.

That evening a young man came into my stall. I stood up in the corner, not knowing what to expect. He was tall, blond, and well muscled, and looked my naked body over appreciatively, eyes resting on my exposed breasts and pussy. I stood motionless, waiting. Eventually, he brought in a bucket of something, and poured it into a small trough attached to the wall. It looked like Cheerios. He checked my water and refilled it.

Finally, the young man left and returned with a set of leather straps; a harness of some kind. "Raise your arms," he ordered. I raised them and he put my neck in a stiff posture collar, and buckled a harness around my chest so that it surrounded, but did not cover, my breasts. A belt was the last accessory; it was wide and he tightened it around my waist, making it a little hard to breathe.

"Please... that's making it hard to breathe. Can it be loosened?" I asked in a respectful voice. The stable hand ignored me, instead joining my arms together in the back and slid a monoglove up. Straps went around my shoulders, buckled tightly to prevent the binder from slipping off. Turning me around, he started tightening the laces, beginning from the bottom. At each eyelet, he pulled the leather surrounding my arms tight together, rising higher and higher. My elbows cinched closer together and as the laces were tightened in my upper arms my shoulders were pulled back as well. Finally reaching the top and tying off the laces left me in the tightest armbinder I had ever experienced. My shoulders were cramping slightly.

The stable hand checked his work, and satisfied with my leather pony gear, pushed me over into a bending position. My ass was exposed and he kicked my legs apart. Taking hold of the tail secured inside my ass he pulled, hard. It hurt horribly at first as the circle of my sphincter was forced open wider than it was meant to, but within seconds that wide portion of the plug slipped past and I was pushing the plug out and feeling tremendous relief.

Having finished withdrawal of the plug, the stable boy slipped his hand down between my ass cheeks and then down between my legs. I didn't know what to do, so I simply held still as his fingers rubbed the soft folds of my flesh, searching for my clit. When he found it, he moved one finger up and down slowly, rubbing it for a few seconds. While I was aroused, I was also confused by his attentions. He stopped after a few moments of massaging my outer labia.

left me alone in the stall, securing the door after he left. I waddled over to the trough and checked the food left there, discovering exactly what it had looked like - Cheerios. My arms were tight behind my back, neck in a collar, but I could bend at the waist and eat from the trough, which I did eagerly. I was hungry, very hungry, for it was evening and I had not eaten all day. I licked the bottom of the trough to get the last bits of food out, and drank deeply from the water, sucking it up between my lips. I even spit small amounts out to try and wash off my body a bit-- an effort that had limited success.

When the butt plug had been removed, it had been a tremendous relief, as if I had shit out the biggest bowel movement of my life. After eating, I realized I still needed to go; and remembered the schedule Jon had dictated. The plug had been removed and this was the time I would be allowed to defecate. Looking around, I surveyed the straw covered floor. There was the spot where I had peed; as good a place as any. I walked over and squatted.

Pushing with all my might, I felt the bowel movement beginning to come, just as the door opened and the stable hand entered again. My ass immediately clenched, cutting the poop off midway. I don't think I had ever been as humiliated as I was at that point. The man just stood looking at me as I squatted, with a smirk on his face. I closed my eyes, turned my head and pushed again, getting a little more out. When I had gotten as much out as I could, I stood up.

The stable hand kicked my legs apart roughly, and bent me over once again. He leaned over me as if he was going to assfuck me and reached around to fondle my breasts. His hips shoved against my ass and I could feel his erection pressing against his jeans as he dry humped me. I took it silently, but swore I would fight back if he attempted to enter me in anyway. I wasn't his property, I was Jason's. He stopped after a moment with sigh; using his fingers to spread my ass cheeks he re-inserted the pony tail / plug.

He wasn't as kind with the insertion as Jon had been. He shoved the plug up my anus as hard as he could, and the pain caused me to yelp and cry a little. I wondered if my flesh had torn. When my sphincter closed tightly around the neck of the plug and I felt the tail brushing the back of my thighs I stood and watched the stable hand leave once again. The final clunk of the door reminded me that I was trapped here, alone, my arms bound and a tail sticking out of my ass.

I went to sleep laying on the opposite side of the stall from where I had defecated.

The next day I awoke from a fitful sleep. Even though the days were hot, it had been cold in the barn and I was naked. My shoulders ached from the armbinder and the butt plug was irritating my anus. I had to go pee and poop, and was hungry. The only thing I could do something about was pee, and I squatted in my selected spot to relieve myself.

The ritual of the previous day's meal was repeated. Cereal, water, removal of the plug. A chance to defecate and then leaning over to be fondled and dry humped by the stable boy. A painful re-insertion of the plug and I was alone again until the stall door opened and Jason entered with Jon.

"Rick reports that you spoke to him when he strapped you in your harness. You were informed that this was not acceptable," Jon sounded stern. "I realize that this is your first incident of disobedience, but I find it is better to let new animals know the consequences of their misbehavior immediately."

Jason took a long leather lead and clipped it to my collar. I hung my head, worried about what the punishment for speaking might be and why that stable boy had it in for me. I was taken outside in front of the barn. The armbinder was removed and I groaned from the pain of blood rushing back into my shoulder joints. To the side of the central farm yard was a Saint Andrew's cross, a large heavy beamed wood X with short chains dangling from the four corners. I had a pretty good idea what it was for and tears began to roll down my cheeks as I began to shake.

From out of the barn, Rick and several other stable hands emerged, leading other naked slaves in pony gear. I had not realized I was not alone in the barn, but there were three women and two men that were led out to the center of the yard. It was clear they had been brought out to watch my punishment. I felt a flush of humiliation as I realized I was to be publicly whipped as an example for the other ponies.

In spite of the impending punishment, I was able to get a look at the other "animals". The women were all beautiful, two brunettes and a blond. One of the brunettes had long hair like me, the other was cut short in a very cute bob. The blond had longer hair pulled back. They were all lean and muscular. I realized they must have been trained as ponies for some time and were very fit.

The male ponies were different. One was tall and dark, with a muscular body. He was very well hung and I couldn't help but look at him with a certain desire. The other male was shorter, lighter and softer. He looked weak and had marks on his body from a recent whipping.

The whipping... yes.... I was led to the cross, my arms raised and shackled in place. My legs were kicked wide and also shackled in place, which made the weight of my body hang from my wrists. I reached my tip toes down to support myself and waited for the whipping to begin. I was embarrassed at how my legs were spread for all the other ponies to see between them, but there was no choice.

The whistle of the strap announced the first stroke. It sliced across my back from the middle of my ribs and up across my right shoulder blade. I jerked with the sudden pain and yelped. My head snapped back and I stared up at the blue sky for a moment before another stinging slice hit my ass, the tip of the strap wrapping around my hip and almost into my pussy. My muscles clenched from the pain and I grunted this time.

A total of six lashes with the strap and the punishment stopped. I was glad; I was sure I had welts across my back and buttocks. The wounds continued to throb as I was unchained from the whipping cross. I saw the other ponies observing my suffering. The tall male looked sympathetic. The females looked afraid. The smaller male was looking away. I couldn't help but let my gaze return to the tall dark male, and his well hung genitals. He excited me.

An alcohol swab was used on my wounds; it stung horribly and I whimpered as Jason held my head lovingly. When the alcohol swabs were done, I lay my head on Jason's shoulder and felt the comfort of my owner after the punishment. The other ponies were led away, most in different directions. I assumed they would continue their work or training.

My arms were reinserted into the armbinder, not quite so tightly this time. The waist harness was removed, but Jon retrieved a strange looking head harness that slid over the top of my head and buckled in back. The harness included a gag, or should I say a bit such as a horse might have. The single rod ran across my open mouth and pulled back tightly. I could feel the strange grin it forced on my face. It was covered with a soft leather and biting down on it felt good.

Last, two small bells were clamped onto my nipples. My nipples have been clamped many times before, but never outside, and never with bells that rang whenever I moved. It was embarrassing, to say the least, and painful as the clamps were large and tight.

The head harness had a long leather strap and this was used to lead me across the yard to a large circular corral. I waddled slightly while walking, due to the large butt plug and tail, but had no trouble keeping up. Jon pulled me into the center of the corral and with quick slaps of his riding crop he urged me to start walking in circles. Jason leaned against the fence and watched as Jon used the crop extensively to guide my walk. My ass and the backs of my thighs began to burn from the constant stings.

"Legs up, girl! Knees high!" Jon kept talking to me as I begin trotting around the corral. The bright morning sun felt like it was beginning to burn my skin, and I was sweating from exertion, but I kept going, working on my stance and my stride, trying to understand how to walk and how to please Jon, if for no other reason than to stop the stinging slaps from the crop.

"That's it, now you see!" Jon's commands began to shift to approval as I worked hard to make my trotting gait precise, high kneed, and smooth. Jason was observing with approval. I was proud of my body, and proud to be seen by Jason in this place. The more I succeeded in the training, the better I felt.

"Now, a nice run!" Jon took a whip from his belt and snapped it loudly just behind my ass. I felt the air swoosh by, but no sting; Jon was very precise and meant the crack of the whip as an encouragement, or a warning. I immediately began to run around the corral. My breasts bounced, my hair swung against my shoulders and back, and I began panting. Another crack from the whip and I felt a sharp sting on my left thigh which urged me on. I ran faster, as fast as I could with my arms still bound behind me.

Just when I thought I would collapse from exhaustion, Jon pulled back on my lead and slowed me down. My breath was coming in ragged gasps around my bit, which I was gripping with my teeth. I realized that the bit helped a little; being able to bite down on something helped with the pain from the whip and the concentration while running. When I finally stopped, I leaned over against the railing of the corral, trying to recover.

"Good girl, not bad for your first day." Jon was stroking my hair and then began sponging off my sweat soaked body with a large water soaked sponge. It felt fantastic, and I held still as he wiped my entire body down. The bit made me drool, and he wiped my face down as well.

Later that day, I had been taught the basics of how to walk, trot, and run in style. I was getting a feel for how a good pony trainer communicated his desires. A little jerk or flip of the lead, a quick sound, all could direct me to slow, speed up, or stop. The better I became at obedience and correct style, the happier I was. It was a good day, and I was succeeding at learning how to be a good pony girl. Jason looked pleased as well, which made me very happy.

In the late afternoon we were joined by one of the other trainers and the tall brunette female pony. She was dusty, the sweat having mixed with dirt on her flesh. Still, I could see her better close up and realized she had an incredible, strong body. Slightly taller than I, she walked with a straight back and prideful gait that made me envious. I found myself wanting to be like her, and perhaps even being with her, touching her amazing body. I wondered if the ponies were ever stabled together.

Jon began the two of us with a walk. He urged me to keep up with the other pony. The painful licks of the whip against my ass were not shared with the other pony; apparently I was the less experienced girl and would need to keep up. I matched her gait as well as possible, and after a bit Jon shifted us to trot.

As the other pony and I began to trot around the corral I began to feel an exhilaration I had never experienced. The two of us were perfect female specimens. We moved together precisely, our legs rising and falling together. We looked similar, with our long flowing brunette hair. Our bodies were both lean and strong, though the other pony's body was clearly more muscular than mine. I felt a sort of oneness with her, as if we were a single organism.

The longer we exercised and trained together, the happier I was. I hardly ever was struck by the whip or crop now, and Jason's approval made me so happy. When we were finally slowed to a walk and then a stop, I found myself wanting to stand next to the other pony, to smell her body, touch her flesh, return to her stall, and simply be ponies together.

Her name was Kerry; I knew this because the trainer had called her name several times. I felt my attention and desire pulled toward her as her trainer rubbed her down, using a sponge to cool her hot flesh and clean her. I followed the hands and water as they smoothed over her velvety skin, lifting soft breasts, water trickling down her stomach and between her legs. I hardly noticed Jon doing the same to my own body.

The sun was going down and we were returned to the barn. Kerry was returned to a different stall. Disappointment rippled inside me, though I was exhausted from the day and welcomed the chance to be in the stall and rest. The head harness and bit were removed and hung from a hook on the wall of my stall.

Food was available in my trough and I immediately ate. I was ravenous. It wasn't Cheerios this time, it was some other sort of cereal mixed with some apples; the sweetness was wonderful and I gulped it all down, licking the sides of the trough to make sure I had all of it. I then plunged my face into the water trough and drank deeply.

When I was done, the stable hand that I hated was standing behind me. He grabbed me, pushed me over to the wall and grabbed my tail. He yanked it out, hard, and I screamed with pain as my anus was torn. He laughed a bit and then left the stall.

I needed to poop, but my anus was hurting badly from the tail removal. I huddled in the corner for a while, crying. The hay had been cleaned out during the day and replaced with fresh hay. I peed. I tried pooping, and got a little out before it began to hurt too much. I curled up for a while, and then tried to poop again, getting a little more out. That stable hand was a sadist and there was nothing I could do about it.

When he returned with my tail, I cowered in the corner. He grabbed the leather lead and pulled me out, shoving me over into a bent position. He tied a rope through a ring in my armbinder and then threaded it through a ring in the wall of the stall. He pulled, and up my arms rose in back, forcing me over into a bent position. He kicked my legs apart with his heavy boots and then began dry humping me once again. I felt his hard cock through his jeans as he pushed and rubbed as hard as he could; it was as if he was trying to climax but couldn't.

Then the worst happened. He unzipped. He couldn't get off enough just dry humping, he needed more direct contact. Grabbing my hips he pulled me toward him. My arms were raised high up behind me, restricting movement, but I tried my best to wriggle away. He hung on and started rubbing his exposed cock against my buttocks and between my thighs.

I started to scream and I continued wriggling. He pushed harder, not entering me but getting very close. His pumping action was becoming faster but he didn't like my screaming; he clamped one hand over my mouth and muffled my cries. My screams were no longer very loud, but with only one hand on my hips he couldn't hold on to me very effectively and I was able to wriggle away. His hand slipped from my mouth back to my hips and I felt him get ready to enter me...

He stopped suddenly. I wasn't sure why until I heard the stall door open; he had heard someone come into the barn. Jon entered and stood observing the scene. "Fucking the animals, Michael?"

The stable hand withdrew and pulled his pants back up. "She was askin for it," he mumbled pitifully.

"Right. She was strapped up helpless and screaming; asking for it. You know better than that. She has an owner, and it isn't you. Using another man's pony for your own... it just isn't allowed. Pack your stuff and get out."

The stable hand stumbled out of the stall and that was the last I saw of him. Jon unstrapped my arms, and asked, "did he get inside?"

I shook my head.

"Good. It is up to Jason if another pony or someone else can use his pet. You can settle down for the night. It won't happen again. I brought a blanket for you." He threw a coarse blanket on the straw, then picked up my tail, which had fallen on the straw. He gently spread my ass cheeks. This time the plug went in smoothly; my sphincter was getting used to it and took it well. Especially as it wasn't being rammed in.

Jon left, and after calming myself some more and slurping some more water I lay on my side, kicked the blanket over me, and slept.

A new stable hand arrived the next day and did a much better job; he fed and watered me, cleaned my stall and put down new hay, and even folded my blanket. I could tell he was attracted to me but kept looking away, as if he was afraid to let his eyes roam over my naked body. He did remove my tail, and allowed me some time to defecate. My anus had become sore from constantly wearing the plug and I grunted and cried a little. The stable hand had me lean over and inspected my ass carefully.

I still wasn't used to letting strangers paw me, but I stood still has his fingers spread my ass cheeks and probed my sensitive anus. I yelped and whined a little when his fingers pressed on the raw and bleeding parts. His response was kind; he produced some lotion which when on smoothly and acted as a healing salve as well as a lube for the plug when he pushed it back in. All in all, I looked at him gratefully when he left. A good stable hand can make a big difference in the quality of life for a pony girl.

Jon arrived soon after the stable hand left, and proceeded to belt me into my harnesses. My arms were still bound behind me and he added leather harnesses around my breasts, chest, and hips. My hair was brushed thoroughly and then tied back. A head harness with a bit was added, and I was proud to see that this one was decorated with feathers, though it also had blinders. I could look directly ahead, but not to the side. The bit was pulled back, deep into my mouth once again. It felt comforting to be able to bite into it, though I felt myself begin to drool soon after it was inserted.

With a little geeup noise, Jon had me prancing out of the barn and joining Kerry out in the barnyard. She was adorned in the same leather trappings as I, and I found myself staring at her beauty. She carried herself straight and tall and proud, standing obediently. Seeing this, I raised my head and straightened my back, attempting to match her proud stance.

Once Jason joined us, Jon began putting Kerry and I through our paces. We walked, trotted, pranced. We perfected our simultaneous movement, silently following each other. The whip licked my ass or back on occasion, but not as much as the day before. I was getting better, and Kerry was helping me.

It was hot and I was sweating. We were led to a large water trough, and allowed to bend over and immerse our faces, sucking up water.

Jon was satisfied in the afternoon, and suggested that I be fitted for horse shoes. Jason agreed. I had no idea what this might mean; so far I had been barefoot (and had some cuts and sore spots even though the yard and corral had been soft dirt).

When the pony shoes came, they turned out to be leather boots that came up to just below my knees. They had heavy metal soles in the inverted U shape of a horse shoe. When I put them on, my heels were pushed up as if I was wearing high heels, but the base of the boot was heavy and sturdy, not like heels at all. I pushed and kicked with the new boots, kicking dirt up and getting the feel of them. My feet felt heavy, but I also felt like I could go anywhere and do anything.

A stinging slice of the whip across my back got my attention and I stood still. "Keep those feet still. No kicking up dirt there!" Jon demanded.

I practiced walking, trotting, even running in the new boots. It was difficult at first but I quickly got the hang of lifting my legs and keeping my feet high so as not to trip or drag my hooves.

Finally, Jon told Jason I was ready to be put to work.

A different harness was used, a rougher one that was designed with heavy wide straps that fit across my chest and hips. My arms were kept behind me, but no longer in the armbinder. This allowed room for my elbows to flex, which helped me when pulling. I wore the heavy horse shoe boots, which were necessary, as Kerry and I were led across a rough field to an area where some brush and trees had been cleared.

A cart filled with wood and debris from the clearing stood waiting. Kerry and I were placed in front of the cart next to each other while heavy ropes were attached to our harnesses. When all was ready, there was a loud crack of a whip and the two of us started pulling the cart.

At first, it didn't budge. I strained and heaved, feeling the leather straps biting into my naked flesh. I could hear Kerry next to me grunting with effort as well. I couldn't see her because the blinders on my head harness prevented any peripheral vision, but I could feel her pulling along with me. Another crack of the whip that was accompanied by a searing sting across my ass got me pulling harder than I thought was possible. Just when I thought I would strain a muscle the cart suddenly lurched free and began bumpily rolling forward.

For the rest of the day Kerry and I pulled the cart filled with rocks, wood and other debris out of the field where it was dumped in a hollow. We then returned with the empty cart, waited for it to be loaded, and then pulled it back once again. It was by far the hardest work I had ever done, but Jon and Jason took good care of Kerry and myself. We were watered frequently, and our filthy bodies wiped down every hour or so.

Perhaps the hardest part of the day was getting used to urinating. At one point when we were waiting as the cart was filled, I felt Kerry spread her legs and then heard the splash of liquid. It reminded me of how badly I needed to go, and I remembered the instructions when I arrived. I could urinate at any time. Spreading my legs I tried to let go of my bladder. It didn't want to cooperate at first; outside in the field with workers watching my naked body, I was simply intimidated and shy. But after a while, the need overcame my shyness. I attempted it again and this time was rewarded by letting loose of a steady stream of urine that seemed to go on forever. It felt wonderful to be empty and from then on I had no trouble peeing anyplace, anytime.

At the end of the day Kerry and I were untied from the cart and led back to the barn. I was exhausted and thought I would collapse as soon as we arrived in my stall. It felt good being in the barn, to rest and feed.

Both Kerry and I were led into my stall. Oat cereal was there for us, with some apples and berries. It was such a treat, and Kerry and I shared the trough. She ate ravenously, wolfing down the food quickly. When we had cleared the food and drunk our fill of water, a stable hand came in and removed our tails.

I watched Kerry bend over and expose herself so she could be de-tailed. I saw her relax her sphincter muscles as the stable hand wiggled the plug, and then her anus suddenly expanded wider than I ever thought possible. Her plug came out suddenly, sliding out as her anus closed around the tapered end. Once again, I observed her body more closely, and became envious of her lean, solid frame and muscular legs. She was gorgeous. A perfect pony.

I bent over and while my plug was being removed I heard Kerry relieving herself in the corner of the stall. After my somewhat slower and more painful de-tailing, I went to the same spot and also relieved myself. My lower abdomen felt such relief and I began to feel better from the work of the day.

The two of us had our horse shoes removed and then were given a bath, water dumped over us and then wiped down thoroughly. As Kerry received her bath, I watched every portion of her body as strong hands rubbed her down with cloths. I caught her looking at me once or twice as the stable boy cleaned me, taking special care to clean between my legs and ass cheeks.

As grateful as I was to be cared for, it was something of a relief when the stable boy replaced our tails and then left us alone. As soon as he left, I lay down on the clean straw. Kerry moved over and lay down next to me. It was cool now, the sun was down and the temperature was dropping. Her body heat pleased me.

I opened my mouth to speak to her but her eyes flashed a moment of fear as she shook her head. Instead she lay down next to me, spooning my body. I pressed backward against her, my tail pushing back against her hips. She raised one leg over mine, opening and exposing her pussy. My tail slid back and we snuggled together as best we could with our hands still secured behind our backs. After a little while I realized that Kerry was slowly rocking her hips against my ass, and my tail. The base of my tail was pressing against her pussy and she was slowly masturbating. I pushed back against her to help, keeping up with her rocking motion. She gasped and leaned forward to nuzzle my neck, and action that made me hot, aroused, lustful. I pushed and rocked with her as she pressed harder and harder and then quietly moaned and shuddered with orgasm.

It felt so good to feel Kerry's breasts on my back, her leg over mine and her hips rocking together with mine. I wanted to get on my knees and spread my legs and let her fuck me, but instead I rolled over and kissed her deeply. She returned the kiss and we lay together, allowing our tongues to play for a while.

With a quirky grin, Kerry slid down my body, stopping briefly at my breasts to suckle my nipples. I lay on my back, hips rotated up so that my tail lay flat and didn't jam up into my rectum. As she slid further, I spread my legs in anticipation of her arrival at my own pussy.

She was amazing. Her tongue flicked my clit, teased me at first and then sucking me into her mouth. Her lips slid over my most sensitive outer parts as her tongue plunged deep. My hips raised high to meet her and it took very little time before I felt my own climax spreading. I moaned loudly, speaking no words but making my desire, my passion for this female known. My legs were shaking, weak from the day's work but I kept my hips raised until I was spent. I then collapsed.

Kerry and I slept together, spooning and snuggling all night. She had become my ideal, the pony I aspired to be, the partner I wanted.

The next day Kerry and I performed together, training more in the corral and then hauling debris and doing other work around the farm. It was in the late afternoon that I observed an interesting interaction which surprised me greatly. I had just been led back to the barnyard and had my leather reigns tied to a ring on a fence near the corral, which was in use.

The corral was being used to do some intense training of the tall dark haired male pony I had observed before. As he pranced around the circular area I found myself staring at his lean naked body, and had my attention once again drawn to his well hung genitals. The shorter blond female pony was tied up to the side of the corral, observing the male's training, which ended soon after. The male was left to wander about for a while as the trainer talked with a tall woman standing just outside the fence, whom I took to be the male's owner.

As I watched, the short blond pony turned and leaned over the fence slightly, bracing her stomach against the wood and spreading her legs slightly. She remained there, and did not move. The male noticed her in this position and began to slowly move to where she stood, exposing her pussy for him. His cock was growing as he moved and by the time he positioned himself behind the female pony it was fully erect. He was truly well endowed, and I looked with envy as he moved his hips into position and began a slow pressing motion between the female's legs.

The trainers and owners at the other side of the corral took no notice of the sexual activity of the ponies. The male pony had slipped inside the blond pony and was pushing to get in deeper. The female was arching her back and thrusting backwards, encouraging his deep entry. In moments they were rhythmically fucking, banging hips together as Kerry and I watched. Kerry nuzzled my neck in a sort of intimate gesture as we watched, and I nuzzled back. It felt incredibly odd watching the two ponies engaged in intercourse so casually and in the open, but I was also aroused and Kerry was heating me up even more as she rubbed her body against mine and nuzzled my neck.

Eventually, the noise produced by the two ponies in the corral drew the attention of the owner and trainer. Rather than interfering, they looked on with mild interest, discussing something between themselves. A final loud grunt from the male and moan from the female announced the end of their activity, and as the male slipped out of her he nuzzled her lovingly. At the same time I felt Kerry nuzzling me and turned to her. I nuzzled her back; I wanted to wrap my arms around her I was so aroused and attracted but both her wrists and mine were still bound behind us. Apparently, the nuzzling act was a sexual approach between ponies that I was learning.

It took only a minute before I was down on my knees and burying my face between Kerry's legs. My tongue sought out her soft folds of flesh as she spread her legs and thrust her hips forward to help me service her. My nose rubbed her clit, my tongue buried deep inside her and I was gratified to hear her gasp and moan softly. She tasted beautiful, better than any woman I had ever been with, and I pushed to delve as deeply into her as I could. Her hips began thrusting and rotating up and down, encouraging more movement, which I gave her gladly.

I was so happy, so involved, that when Kerry orgasmed it came as a surprise. I could have knelt there all day, simply drinking in that pony's sex. But the climax came, and when it was over I stood and suddenly realized that the two ponies in the corral and the owner and trainer had been watching us. I flushed bright red with embarrassment, and moved behind Kerry to hide myself. Kerry seemed undisturbed, and eventually I stopped hiding. I nuzzled Kerry, letting her know exactly how much I appreciated her companionship.

For several days I was paired with Kerry and trained with her. My back was initially sore from the periodic stings of a whip or riding crop, but as I learned how to behave it became easier to avoid such encouragements. I could feel myself becoming stronger, as well. Kerry's body was so lean and strong that I had concluded she was the perfect pony, and the perfect woman. I looked to her as my model in everything, and enjoyed sleeping with and making love to her each evening. When our hands were not in armbinders, we spooned and the spoonee would user her hands to stimulate the spooner. When we were in binders and unable to use our hands, we used our tongues and any other part of our body we could to bring pleasure to each other.

The day came when I was led off alone. Kerry was left behind and I felt empty and incomplete without her. I was led to the other side of the barn where a small cart or trap was resting on the ground. The trap was a small, two wheeled vehicle with a single seat for a passenger. It had two long poles extending out from it. I was positioned between these poles. I had seen them in use before, and knew basically what to do.

The harness for the trap was elaborate, partly because it was decorated and ornate. The headgear that was placed on me included feathers and blinders, as well as the usual bit. Straps were placed around (but not covering) my breasts, and a heavy corset was added. Below, a waist strap was added to assist in attaching and pulling the cart. Reigns were added, running from either side of my headgear behind me to the trap.

When I was completely harnessed and ready, Jason arrived and climbed into the cart behind. I felt the reigns shake slightly and Jason made a knickering noise. I pulled and began moving forward.

Keeping a steady motion moving forward was difficult, and I knew I was jerking the cart both side to side and forward and backward. Jason was very kind with the whip but eventually I felt its stinging lash cut across my bare flesh as he reminded me to keep a steady forward movement. He pulled the reigns and guided me as I pulled him around the road that surrounded the farm. We must have traveled almost three miles on dirt roads when we arrived back at the barn.

I was exhausted. My back stung from the frequent urgings of the whip, and my legs were shaking from tiredness. It had not been bad starting out, but eventually my muscles had started burning and pulling became harder and harder, prompting Jason to urge me on with the whip. I knew I had a criss cross of red welts across my back and ass.

Jon came out and joined Jason as he unhooked me. They spoke of something as they unharnessed me from the rig and also from the more decorative parts of the harness. I overheard enough that it seemed that Jason was pleased with my performance which made me glow with happiness. But then I heard something about a punishment and began to cry from fear. I had tried so hard it didn't seem possible that I was going to be punished.

I cried quietly, tears running down my cheeks as Jason led me through the barn and out into the large barnyard. All the ponies were there, and we joined them standing, looking at the whipping cross at the side of the yard. Attached to the cross with chains was the smaller, blond male pony that I had seen my first day at the farm. With sudden relief I realized that the male was to be punished, not me. He was breathing heavily and sobbing audibly. It seemed strange to me that he should be crying before the whip even stung him.

A tall woman wearing jeans, cowboy boots and a heavy denim shirt stepped up behind him and wielded the whip. Though she appeared to be about 40 years old, she was gorgeous. Long ebony black hair shown in the sun, her jeans were tight around her ass and a flat stomach enhanced the look of breasts that pushed her shirt out above. She cracked the whip once to get the feel and heft, and the male cried out and shook.

"Please, Mistress Sonja, I have done all you asked! I am your good slave and wish nothing but your pleasure, don't whip me! I have done nothing! Please!!!" The male broke into a sudden pleading that surprised and shocked me. I had been without speech and among other ponies that did not speak for so long that I was literally offended by the weak male begging like that. It turned my stomach that a supposedly devoted slave would break silence and insult his Mistress by protesting his innocence.

The woman leaned over and spoke in the pony's ear quietly. Whatever she said made him wail and cry as she stepped back from him and pulled back on the whip. She let it fly with an expert hand. It stroked across the male's back and wrapped around the cross, licking his sides as it struck. She yanked quickly, causing the whip to drag back across the wounds it had just cut into the flesh.

The wimpy male pony screamed from the pain of the first stroke. I noted this whip was no flogger, it was a 9 foot long bullwhip. As it whistled through the air and sliced across the back of the pony again, I averted my eyes and looked up at Kerry, who stood next to me. Kerry was staring at the spectacle with a strange look that I think was satisfaction. The screams continued, accompanied by the crack of the whip, and Kerry leaned down to me and nuzzled me kindly. I kissed her back, and then we both turned to watch the whipping continue.

When it was over, the male pony was slumped down, hanging from the chains that held his wrists aloft. He was unchained and fell to the ground, sobbing. Bloody streaks criss crossed his back. I felt sorry for him, but also felt glad that it was not me laying on the ground. I also felt a twinge of pride that I had not needed to be punished; I was obedient, a good pony and slave for my owner. I was satisfied.

The days moved on, alternating periods of training with work of various sorts, until one day I was led to the back of the barn and observed there were four traps; four carts waiting to be hooked up and be drawn by ponies. Jason was there and harnessed me with solid, decorative leather. The other ponies were also brought out and harnessed. The owners of all four of us were there, and took their positions in the seats of the traps.

I felt good. I felt strong. It felt good to have Jason behind me again, guiding and urging me on. We rode out to the road which circled the farm, and then all lined up together, facing down the road. It was at this point that I realized what was happening.

It was a race.

Jon positioned himself by the side of the road and waited a moment before taking a starter's pistol out and firing it. As soon as it cracked, Jason shook my reigns and we were off, gaining speed. I worked hard, pulling as fast as I could. Kerry was in front of me, as was the tall hardbody male that was so well hung. The other female was neck and neck with me, though my blinders kept me from seeing her. Jason cracked the whip without letting it touch me, urging me on.

I could tell I was pulling away from the other female, the blond that had fucked the large male. As we entered the first turn I cut closer to the edge, trying to gain on the tall male. I got closer, but his owner slapped him with the whip and he suddenly moved forward again. Jason was being kind, he didn't use the whip on my back; he could see I was motivated to all I could to win.

As we entered the second turn, the tall male in front of me suddenly caught a stone under his foot and lost momentum for a moment. It was all I needed, and with a burst of effort I was able to pass him. His owner started whipping him mercilessly, but I had gained the momentum and maintained my place just short of Kerry. Kerry was moving with a long, practiced stride, her breasts bouncing slightly, her flesh a shiny sheen from sweat. I could not help but see her adoringly.

I realized at that moment that I had fallen in love with Kerry, and that she was everything I had ever wanted in a female partner, mate, playmate, coworker... I also realized I wanted to pass her and win, very, very badly. I pushed hard and gained a little.

We went into a third turn and ahead of us was Jon, standing with a finish flag. We were on the last straightaway, and as hard as I tried, I could not gain on Kerry. She was just out of sight to my left, behind the point where I could see her past my blinders. As we approached the finish line, I felt the stinging slice of Jason's whip across my shoulders. I gave one last burst of speed as we crossed the finish line and Jon waved the flag.

After the race, all the ponies were unharnessed and rubbed down my stable boys. I was washed with water, massaged and my hair brushed. My pussy hair, which was shaved when we arrived but had grown out, was brushed gently. My tail was brushed. When I was done, watered and rested, we were brought to the corral and saw the owners laughing and exchanging money. Apparently, there had been bets as to who would win.

Kerry came over and I did not understand why she looked so sad. She rubbed against me, nuzzling and kissing me. I nuzzled and kissed back. She looked good, her hair and tail had been brushed like mine, all the dirt and grime washed off, and her skin looked healthy and smooth. Looking at her standing there, hands strapped behind her back, breasts thrust outward, tall and straight, a beautiful piny girl, I felt the rush of adoration. I pressed against her, my cheek on her bare breast. She was crying softly, and I could not ask why.

The next day my tail was removed, all harnesses and restraints taken off. I was given a meal of meat and vegetables and fruit. When I was done, Jason came and told me to follow him. I did, and he led me to his car. On the hood were clothes.

"Put on your clothes," Jason said.

I looked at him questioningly. I didn't understand.

"Go ahead. We are going home. Vacation is over. Oh, and you may speak now."

I reached forward and handled a pair of panties. I knew what they were for, but it seemed like years since I had worn clothing and I found I didn't want to put them on.

"Siobhan. Put on your clothes. You have been an excellent pony girl, but it is time to go home now."

I obeyed, and stepped into the panties. They felt extremely strange. I turned to Jason and willed myself to speak, however unnatural it felt.

"Jason... This doesn't feel right. This has become my home."

Jason smiled at me. "Yes, you really have grown. I had no idea when we came here just how well you would adapt. You are a born pony girl. Perhaps we can return some time."

As I put on a bra (a most distasteful and uncomfortable feeling), I thought about home.

"Yes, Jason." As the jeans went on and then a top, I began to cry.

"What's the matter Siobhan? You have done well. You are stronger, more obedient. You are going to be a better wife and slave for this experience. It has been good, hasn't it?"

I turned to him, dressed except for my shoes, which I could not bring myself to put on.

"Yes, Jason. But... tell me. Where does Kerry live? Will we be able to see her again? She and I... well, we have become close."

"I saw that, Siobhan. I enjoyed watching the two of you. Remember, she is owned by another, and you are owned by me. She is a dedicated pony, all the time, her owner brings her here periodically, but she lives in another part of the country. Some day, you may be able to see her again."

We got in the car and as we drove down the road on which I had raced against Kerry just the day before, tears rolled down my cheeks.


  1. It's good to have you back, my sister in slavery.

  2. Very nice, but reins is spelled without a g. (sorry to nitpick)

  3. This was beautiful. An absolutely exquisite read. Thank you.

  4. wow. That made me so wet.

  5. While submission play can be erotic, I can't understand going this far. I could never enslave myself to another in this way.