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Chapter 1 - The Pony Club
This work also appears at http://www.ranch.demon.co.uk/
Lucinda, an attractive 26-year-old advertising executive, is bored
with her shallow job. Peter, a 39-year-old ex-football playing
network trouble-shooter from America, introduces her to the world
of pony-play. She seeks a hedonistic but trusting relationship
whereas he wishes to add her to his long list of trophies.
A Pony Tale chronicles her experiences and challenges during
this journey.
*** WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! ***
This work contains adult material. It explicitly describes
heterosexual, homosexual and group sex activities and covers
many aspects of submission and discipline.
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Chapter 1
The Pony Club
'OK, take off your clothes' Peter said calmly as he shut the door
behind her. Although Lucinda had often been naked with him
before, it had invariably been in bed together in a darkened room
at night not broad daylight in the living room like this.
'This is silly' she thought. Considering what was in store for
her through the weekend she was behaving like a virgin bride on
her first night. However, as she caught sight of the vast array
of harnesses and equipment carefully aligned on the coffee table
like the instruments of some bizarre veterinary surgeon she
suddenly felt very much a virgin at this new game.
Peter had suggested that they visit the Club on a number of
occasions over the three months since they became lovers. During
this period he had become her mentor in the 'scene'. She had come
to realise she had always been drawn to the more extreme, some
would even say perverted, aspects of sex and sexuality but had
not found a path that she felt comfortable to explore. He had
become her guide. Carefully teasing and tantalising but never
pushing her too far beyond the safety of the edge she
subconsciously hung onto.
She maintained that a worthy and satisfying relationship was more
about a meeting of minds, not some mindless 'fucking' like
animals in rut. In fact, she found the idea of a one-night-stand
totally abhorrent. For her sex was one of the many ways she could
share her mind and thoughts with her lover and had little to do
with a competition to get prime DNA squirted onto her ova.
When she discovered that the actual act of coupling was just a
tiny part of a much bigger picture that could involve the mind
even to the exclusion of that final purpose, it awakened a hunger
in her that needed to discover more. At times, she sensed that
the intensity of her interest even alarmed her new mentor.
Just over a fortnight ago she accepted his invitation to visit
the club. The Pony Club. Even its name was intriguing and
thrilling. It was innocent on the surface but potentially veiling
so many darker layers below. 'Real ponies?' she thought,
shuddering at what they might do. Her knowledge of equine male
anatomy was limited to what she had seen on farms. She felt it
would stretch a lot more than one's imagination to appreciate
what was possible.
What she saw there, however, had profoundly disturbed both her
sleep and her waking hours with a confusing mixture of doubt and
compelling curiosity.
For the first time since she had discovered the concept of sexual
power play, or BDSM, she felt she really had some inkling of the
appeal it held for its devoted disciples.
She half smiled at her lover.
'I'm sorry but I'm still a little unsure' she said nervously.
'It'll be fine darling' he said as he moved to her and hugged her
tightly. 'We'll take it one step at a time and you know we can
stop at any point you want?'
She slipped her arms around his huge waist and snuggled up close.
Although she was tall and long limbed, he still towered over her.
His size and strength reassured her greatly, she eagerly wanted
to please him in every way.
'I know, I know, I'm sorry, I really am being silly'
'No you're not, you are being you and I wouldn't have you any
other way' He murmured as he stroked her hair over and over
again, soothing her like a timid pet.
She rubbed her cheek against his chest and cast her mind back to
the similar displays of love and devotion she had seen at the
Club.
They had arrived there at around 10pm on the Friday night after a
simple but delicious meal at her favourite Italian restaurant in
Kensington. After a fresh pasta and ruccola salad with Parmigiano
washed down with a basic, but good, red wine her hormones had
started to create havoc with her decorum.
A litre of the wine between them ensured that her decorum was
well on its way back home for cocoa and early bed as she, in
turn, was feeling the night had only just begun.
The combination of the alcohol and her normal reaction to things
that made her nervous resulted in a giggling fit in the taxi as
it pulled into a sleazy half lit street behind one of the larger
main-line stations.
The driver must have known where they were going and she caught
an exchange of glances in the mirror between him and her lover
who calmly slipped his hand between her thighs and gripped all of
the flesh around her sex in his huge hand.
'Behave!' he commanded.
She was so surprised at the directness of the act and his public
display of control that she just sat bolt upright with her mouth
open like some paralysed goldfish.
'That's better' he smiled. He eased his grip and, as he removed
his hand, he pressed the crotch of her panties and tights into
her vulva with his fingertips before drawing them up to caress
the sensitive bump at the top.
She gulped and nodded. He smiled as he withdrew his hand to leave
the hem of her skirt lying across the tops of her thighs.
He stared at the sight of her exposed legs, kissed her cheek,
then took her hand and helped her out.
As the driver sorted out the change he winked at him and said
'You've got a lovely one there Guv, I'm sure she'll do you
proud.'
She frowned indignantly, hitched her bag over her shoulder and
smoothed down her skirt. Although she tried to look aloof she
found it difficult with the flesh of her pummelled pussy still
tingling and a cotton gusset stuffed up her.
Peter smiled and, looking her over, nodded,
'She already does that but I have no doubts that she will
continue to do so in the future, but thank you'
The driver waved goodbye to them with a raised finger and grinned
at her,
'Have fun then, love'
She gave her sweet and cheesy thank-you-but-you-have-a-
snowball's-chance-in-Hell smile. The two men just grinned.
She ignored them both.
She noticed that the architecture of the building was Victorian
Gothic as she wandered indifferently away. Sadly, the
impressiveness of the overblown Imperial dignity of the old
station was slightly ruined by the fact that she stood on a used
condom. It looked one of those garish purple/pink types but she
couldn't really tell under sodium lights. The first thought she
had on noticing the horrid thing was that it was probably
blackcurrant flavoured too. She wasn't prepared to find out.
'Oh yuck!' She cried lifting her foot only to find the obscene
thing tenaciously hung to the sole like a gutted fish before it
dived back to the pavement.
The cabbie laughed and drove off.
Now it was Peter's turn to have a giggling fit, she turned and
flexed her fingers at his groin intent upon inflicting a similar
treatment to that she had received.
He backed away laughing,
'OK, Touch ! Besides, ' he said puffing his chest up, '...you need
strength for that!' He playfully grabbed her wrists and forced
her arms high up behind her back as he pulled her roughly to him
and kissed her hard.
She had few defences against an ex-American football champ, not
that it worried her.
She melted. From the feeling of his tongue deep in her mouth,
through the pressure on her small but highly sensitive breasts
via the tingly bits inside until she positively dripped from
below.
It was delicious.
'Mm' she purred and added with a grin 'Lead on O Masterful one'
He laughed and, as he put his arm around her shoulders, she
slipped her arms around his waist.
He guided her down a short cobbled street towards a small door
set in a larger door made of blue planks. This shut off the front
of one of the old railway arches. Light shone from under the door
and cast dancing shadows of moving legs and feet on the shiny
curved stones of the street.
'They hold a Fetish Flea Market here on alternate Sundays. That's
how I discovered the Pony Club', he said, proudly showing off his
knowledge.
'They must be very skilled to make rubber and leather outfits
that small' she teased.
He rolled his eyes to the sky.
Her other defence against nerves was making terrible jokes.
Judging by the butterflies in her stomach and his reaction she
felt he would end up with a detailed appreciation of the ceiling
inside.
She suppressed a giggle and looked up seriously, 'Sorry'.
'No you're not' he grinned and hugged her to him, 'you're a tease
and the loveliest one I know'
She felt a warm glow inside and kissed his cheek as he reached to
open the door.
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