Pony gear was a new adventure for us. My master, Tyler, had discovered it during his 'studies' and I could see from the way that his eyes lit up when he talked about it that he loved the idea of dressing me as a show pony. It was something I could understand, on the right pony, a gag and halter looked incredibly sexy.
"That's how I want to see your ass in pony gear. Sticking out behind you. It's just how I like you. You're a good girl" His voice sounded slightly breathless, as if further enforcing what he was saying. I felt a slap against my lower thighs with the crop. "I want your knees up, I know you've seen equestrian events - real ponies pick their legs up when the walk." He slapped me again in the same spot, just as the stinging had began to subside from the first slap. I started to walk a little faster, trot even, picking my knees up a little higher as I circled the room.
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I heard Master Tyler sigh in appreciation. "Oh you are such a good girl. You make such a pretty pony. Well behaved ponies get ridden after their work is done you know." I moaned softly behind my harness. The strip of leather than ran between my legs was doing just what I had expected. I was stimulated just enough by it to be excited but I knew that I wouldn't come from the stimulation, even when combined with being whipped it wouldn't be enough to give me the orgasm I craved. I picked up my pace, desperate to get my reward.
"Oh you heard that did you? My little pony girl wants to be outdoors for all to see? Maybe find a nice stable hand to look after you?" He pulled tight on the leash and I came to a halt, casting my eyes down to avoid his gaze. He moved in closer to me and was hissing in my ear in a low voice that I knew meant two things, the first was that he was about to punish me. The second was that if he could make it through the punishment, I'd be well rewarded.
"Animals are indiscriminate, aren't they? They don't care which stallion it is that mounts them." The crop snapped hard at my ass, clipping the butt plug and making me moan. "You want to be out there, where the world can see you and know you for the little slave you are, discipline you for themselves?" I felt the crop again. "You are MY slave, unless I choose to share you, and until that day, you will obey only your master" The crop caught my thigh this time, stinging enough for me to wonder if it'd broken the skin. "And know this, if I choose to let others ride my pony girl it will be MY decision and not yours." I felt a short rein of slaps on my ass and thighs, each increasing my discomfort and I felt tears form at the corners of my eyes and slide down my face.
My master stepped back to watch me, I knew he'd find it hard to resist the combination of tears and leather. I stepped towards him and rubbed my head against his shoulder like a pony attempting to scratch an itch before looking up at him with sad, apologetic eyes. I walked towards the bed and leaned against the headboard, sticking my ass in the air. I looked back over my shoulder and eyed him briefly before looking back down at the floor, the image (in my mind) of a naughty pony. I wanted him to know that he was my master, and only he, and that I was his whenever he wanted me, and that I would be a very good girl.
Breathless and spent, we stood for a few long moments, pressed against the head of the bed catching out breath. I felt Tyler absently stroke my back, and finger my pony gear, laughing softly and knew that this wouldn't be the last time I played the part of his pony girl.
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Later after I was back home, Mrs. Magilliacutty sent me with a nice album with ccopies of the pictures from both shoots and a video cassette of me at the festival and a new VCR to play it on. The delivery woman even hooked the VCR up to the TV in my office. The pony girl tape was the only one I had so the delivery woman had to run it several times while she was making adjustments. My cheeks burned with embarrassment every time she ran it.
Maddy was awakened by the sound of the barn's sliding door. She panicked, at first, to find herself in total darkness, but she recalled quickly where she was and what had been done to her. She wondered what time it was. The activity in the barn picked up slowly. She could hear other ponygirls being released from their night bonds, the sound of hands slapping flesh, the distinctive patter of running water.
When she stood, after being wiped, the strong hands forced her to sit on a bench. Her boots were put on her then she was brought to her feet and led from her stall. When she reached the common area, the tabs over her eyes were pulled up. She could see the other ponygirls were being brought out of their stalls as well. The door to the barn opened and the ponygirls surged toward the entrance. Maddy looked around and saw the grizzled face of the man who had awakened her.
Maddy took the hint and followed the other naked, bound, blue hooded ponygirls. They were following the pathway leading from the barn, up a little hill to the vast open area she had seen the day before.
It was strange to be unescorted, but Maddy knew she should go with the herd. There were twenty-two ponygirls at the Grobgy farm, including Maddy. Maddy saw them all assembling at the entrance to the large, round, wide track she had seen the day before. Rough looking men had aggregated there. Maddy could see through the dime-sized holes in her mask the other ponies stretching their legs, running in place. She wondered what it was all about. There was a short whistle and the ponygirls crowded together at the entrance to the track, their blue heads at alert. Maddy tried to close in as well.
Maddy was taken aback by the surge forward of the others. After a moment, she realized they had been brought out for a morning run and, by the way the other ponygirls had taken off, there must be some consequence to how one finished the race. Panicking that she had such a late start, Maddy took off desperately after the other naked females.
It may have been unfair to not give Maddy the benefit of instruction as to the fact she was queuing up for a race, but it was part of the training regimen not to give the ponygirls any verbal instructions.
When Maddy finally reached the end, the other ponygirls had already pretty much recovered their breaths. Maddy had to lean over to try and gain control of her heaving chest. She heard men around her laughing. The other ponies silently began the trek back to the barn. Maddy tried to join them but was waylaid by two pairs of strong hands. She was dragged over to a horizontal rail, about three feet off the ground and supported by two wooden posts. Her torso was pushed over the rail and a strap was attached to her collar then tied to a ring embedded in the ground between the two posts. Her legs were spread and tied off as well.
Five sturdy strokes with a switch was the punishment for finishing last, and Maddy screamed and yelled at each blow. She had thought she had survived the worst yesterday, but now knew her travails could worsen at any moment. She also realized she would suffer many morning lashings until she was in shape enough to truly compete with the other ponygirls.
He knew the consequences of finishing last and didn't interfere when the other trainers imposed the punishment. He waited until they had taken their pleasure with her, as was their right, before approaching his bent over charge. When he bent down, he stared menacingly at the two little holes in the hood. He reached out and grabbed the nipples of the ponygirl's downward pointing breasts and squeezed hard. Maddy felt a jolt of pain in her breasts that made her gasp. She had disappointed her trainer. Now he would inflict his own punishment.
The man loosened Maddy's legs and drew them together. He bound the ankles with a leather strap. When he stood, he unraveled another long, thick strap. Without ceremony, he struck the ponygirl across the back of her joined thighs.
Drabik pulled her to an upward position by her ponytail. He quickly pushed her to her knees. The significance of his action was not lost on the ponygirl. She waited patiently as he released her gag and extracted his thick cock from his pants. She was to reward her tormentor. She meekly opened her mouth and seized on the tumescent flesh. Whipping a ponygirl always made Drabik hard.
Intense pleasure shot through Drabik's body as he enjoyed the benefits of Maddy's efforts. His grip on her head became hard as he groaned at each throbbing spurt of his cum. The ponygirl didn't relent in her efforts until his cock had concluded its pleasurable spasms and he had begun to soften in her mouth.
Drabik watched the ponygirl add a spring to her step as she followed the lead of the mechanical pole. He watched her actually get ahead of it, creating slack in the chain that connected her to it. That wasn't good either. Ponygirls didn't think for themselves. Ponygirls obeyed. If the pace was a trot, then the ponygirl trotted. Drabik lashed out at Maddy's buttocks with the switch. She yelled as the lash bit her. She was mystified, at first, at what she had done wrong, but after the third remonstrance with the whip, she realized she was being ordered to maintain the pace of the lead and no more. Dutifully, she slowed until the pole began to tug at her bit. 2ff7e9595c
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