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Chapter 4 - Introducing pony-play and Princess
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! ***
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Chapter 4
Introducing pony-play and Princess
They entered the adjacent railway arch. The room here, however, was
twice as deep as the one they had just left. She realised that the first
archway was divided roughly halfway along, a door to her left obviously
led to this rear area where sounds of frantic activity could be heard.
Lucinda was astonished at the number of people in the room. There must
have been over seventy men and women seated in small clusters along the
side where they now stood. The remaining space formed a small arena.
The audience's dress ranged from 'average-evening-out' like her and
Peter to 'out-outrage-the-outrageous'. She had never seen so much
leather, latex and metalwork up this close before.
Charles noticed her gawping.
'Ah. Remember this is usually a fetish cum BDSM club. Tonight is a Pony
Club 'special' we lay on from time to time for the regular members, some
of who visit my farm in various capacities. They are kind enough to host
the event for us in exchange for an insight into what we like to do.' He
winked, 'It's also a great opportunity to recruit new ponies and staff.'
Lucinda thought how much she'd like to see what the 'regular members'
did someday, especially the man, or was it a woman, who kneeled under a
nearby table? He/she was totally clad in black rubber and seemed to only
have a small pipe for breathing. She would have thought it was a blow-up
sex doll if the body had not been moving. Lucinda shook her head in
amazement.
Two trestle tables were arranged at the far end to their right. These
were covered with pristine white tablecloths and formed a semi-formal
sort of 'top table'. The five dignitaries there were more conventionally
attired and were intently comparing pieces of paper in front of them.
Lucinda was bemused when Charles led her and Peter to two of the three
remaining empty seats at the end of this table. She turned to Peter,
'What the...?' she began.
Peter merely shrugged and grinned sheepishly.
'I guess we're sort of guests of honour'.
Lucinda frowned and nodded her thanks to Charles who held her chair for
her.
The 'Let's go and have a meal and I'll take you to a special kind of
club I know' comment from Peter that he'd delivered so casually the
previous weekend began to seem far more elaborate than his tone then
indicated.
Lucinda had, irrationally, put his quiet contemplation that night down
to post-coital bliss after the frantic hour of wonderfully energetic sex
that preceded it. She now realised he was thinking about far wider
things than her legs as he ran a mental action-replay of their chapter,
OK few paragraphs, of the Karma Sutra. Upon reflection it was the animal
lust they'd both felt that had stimulated the suggestion.
Lucinda regarded herself as a liberated woman of the new Millennium and,
like all fully paid up members of the Cosmo '40-ways-to-greater-
climaxes' club, generally enjoyed controlling her orgasms from above.
Deep down though she had a traditionalist streak and still found that it
was immensely erotic to be on her back with her ankles resting on the
shoulders of a still very fit ex-college footballer who was squishing
her clitoris under his two hundred plus pounds as he tried to drive his
more than adequate prick and surrounding accoutrements through the bed,
the floor and the flat below.
Afterwards, as they lay spooned together with her breasts still tingling
and her clit recovering from being smeared over her pubic bone, she
muttered
'That was yummy, I felt like a mare in heat.'
She felt his penis jump before he spoke - again proving the true site of
the male intellect.
'Really? In what way?'
'Well, rough. Abandoned. Out of control. It's nice occasionally.'
'Oh I agree, very much.'
With that she thought he'd gone off to male apr s-sex zombie-land and
she snuggled up to him and savoured the warm inner glow and the dollop
of semen trickling down her thigh. About ten minutes later as she was
also starting to drift off he came out with his comment and refused to
elaborate further.
Now, a week later, she started to understand some of his plans. What
excited her and also made her a trifle uneasy was the exact role she was
to play in these.
The lights dimmed and left only the centre of the room illuminated by
some spotlights. She discovered later that the premises were a general-
purpose hall that were often used by local theatrical and drama groups,
some members of which were present that evening.
One of these, a man in his late forties clad in black leather trousers,
black singlet and matching 70's chunky gold chain, rose from a table to
her left.
'Hi everyone and welcome.
'Tonight, as many of you know, we have a Pony meeting. Charles Hamilton-
Pearce,' he waved at Charles who was still standing behind his chair,
'has kindly offered to explain to us what Pony-play is about and hold a
sort of mini-Gymkhana here tonight.
'Ladies and gentleman, Doms and Subs. Charles Hamilton-Pearce!'
A ripple of applause followed and Charles strode to the centre of the
room.
'Thank you George, plus thanks to Melissa and Kate for arranging things
for us.'
Two women at George's table smiled and nodded.
'I thought I'd split the evening into three parts.
'Firstly, to explain what a pony is and some of the things they wear.
'Secondly, to hold the Gymkhana as George kindly explained. I have to
point out that this is very reduced and serves mainly as a demonstration
as we have already completed a lot of the judging.
'Finally. We have a rather special display from two of our best ponies.
There will be a short interval halfway through the event when you can
inspect the ponies, chat to their owners and ask questions.
'I hope that for those of you who already enjoy an alternative lifestyle
this will add an extra dimension to your pleasures and,' to Lucinda's
horror he looked directly at her, 'for those who are new to all of this,
it will stimulate you to find out more.'
'OK, what is a pony?'
He clapped his hands.
A young lad, dressed as a groom complete with flat cap, rolled a small
inverted half-barrel like they have in circuses up to Charles and let it
fall next to him.
Lucinda was intrigued as she heard the clip clop of hooves and saw a
woman pulling a cart in a similar way to pulling a rickshaw. A man sat
bolt upright in the cart and cracked a long whip over the woman's head.
The cart drew up in the centre of the arena.
The woman was stunning to look at. Tall with well-defined muscles, she
looked to be in her mid to late twenties, about the same age as Lucinda
but with no sodding cellulite Lucinda noticed grudgingly. She wore long
black, thigh-length boots that had hooves rather than conventional
toecaps. These, in addition to the tapering heels, elevated her to well
above the height of Charles.
Her harness had horizontal leather straps that went around her waist and
below her, again perfect, breasts. Further straps crossed between her
breasts giving them the potential of support she plainly did not need.
Diagonal straps below went down over her groin to frame and draw
attention to her completely shaved sex. A further, central strap split
her labia in what seemed to be an excruciatingly tight manner to the
extent that the centre of the strap was not visible. Lucinda
instinctively squirmed as she was reminded of 'butt-floss' thongs
beloved of so many French women on holiday.
Lucinda could not see her arms as these were held in some way behind her
back. This had the effect of forcing her to thrust her breasts further
outwards. Her prominent nipples were pierced and carried two large
rings. Lucinda's own nipples tingled uncomfortably as she noticed that a
pair of reins was attached to the rings and the reins passed through two
further rings on the ends of a thick black bit that was forced between
her teeth by an elaborate bridle.
A long, black plume rose up from the forehead part of the bridle and
complemented her long mane of almost black hair. Copious dark eye make-
up gave her a sultry, mysterious aura and she seemed oblivious to her
surroundings, almost serene or drugged as she stared directly ahead.
Charles walked to the cart.
This was a two-wheeled affair, somewhat like a chariot. The shafts were
attached to the sides of the pony girl's harness at waist height,
Lucinda could now see that her arms were bound and crossed behind her
and that she held two short handles on the top of each shaft.
'This is a typical pony and trap configuration' Charles announced.
'Physical fitness is very important in a pony and exercises, such as
pulling loads when trotting and walking, help build stamina. Great
physical strength is the main feature of working ponies that we will see
later, however, the more elegant ponies such as Princess of the Night
here are normally used for dressage or 'show'.
He put his hand near the woman's cheek and she nuzzled it.
'Princess here has been a dressage champion for many years and is one of
my best ponies thanks to my top trainer, James.'
He beckoned to the driver of the cart.
'James, over to you.'
James placed his whip in a stand on the cart and alighted.
'Good evening everyone. You'll notice that I was using the whip when I
entered. This is merely an audible device to catch the pony's attention.
It is very rare that a good trainer should ever need to use the whip
directly on the pony except in situations where they get carried away
with themselves. Although some of the working ponies seem to demand more
direct physical control!'
James nodded to the groom who ran over and unhitched the cart. He then
gripped the reins above Princess's nipple rings and led her to the
upturned barrel. She stood on it proudly looking into the distance.
'You will notice that I have used reins attached both to the bit and her
breasts. We use this technique for breaking in young fillies as it gives
a greater level of control until they are used to responding to just the
bridle.
'For the young stallions the reins are attached to their testes.'
A few gasps, both eager and alarmed, came from some of the men in the
audience. One woman cheered which brought laughter from the others.
James chuckled and added, 'You'd be amazed how fast a runaway pony will
stop after a sharp tug on those!'
Charles stepped forwards,
'James, if I might interject?'
'Sure'
'A question we are often asked is 'are there only Pony girls?' The
answer is most definitely not. Pony-play is very popular in the gay male
scene as well as het and we also have male ponies crossing as pony
girls, one is here tonight and another is a female 'stallion'.'
James continued.
'The bridle and harness are essential items of tack, although the pony
is plainly human. In fact it's some of the human features that are
important.' He caressed Princess's left breast to make his point.' She
still needs to be reminded that she is a pony.'
He reached up and pulled back Princess's lips to show the thick bar
seated firmly at the rear of her mouth.
'The bit prevents distracting chattering and forces the pony to use body
language to communicate. Well-trained ponies will cease trying to use
speech the moment the bridle is fitted and the bit is often not
necessary. Unlike a real horse's bit, or snaffle, which sits on the soft
part of the gums, we take care not to damage a human pony's teeth. This
bit is made from a steel bar coated with rubber.'
James tapped Princess's hip and she turned around. He indicated her
bound arms.
'Again, you can see the need to restrain a fundamentally human feature.
Ponies may not use their hands even to eat and drink. You will have
noticed the Pony Boots, which he tapped. Pony Gloves are also available,
sorry about the advert, outside. As are all the other clothes and
devices you'll see tonight.'
The audience chuckled.
'Pony gloves are used to extend the arms and constrain the hands in
situations where the pony needs to be four legged for stability, I
believe we shall be seeing this later?'
Charles nodded and smiled. Lucinda also noticed that Princess shifted
slightly on her podium and her nipples hardened.
James bent Princess forwards towards him and turned her so that her rear
was clearly visible to the top table and the audience to L's left. As
she leant over Lucinda could see that the crotch strap passed up to the
belt of the harness at the back where a buckle held it tight.
Projecting from between her buttocks was a long dark tail that matched
the colour of her hair. James reached around her hips and stroked and
pulled at this as the pony rested her chest on his shoulder.
'The famous tail!' he grinned. 'The stuff of pony fantasies everywhere'
Lucinda felt herself blush as Peter playfully squeezed her knee.
She whispered to him
'Well I didn't know!'
James continued,
'The butt plug is another essential training device as you will well
know from BDSM play. It focuses attention and helps posture. In pony-
play we have the added attraction of the tail' He lifted Princess's tail
and let it fall in a cascade around her upper thighs.
'This further enhances the feeling for the pony, draws an observer's
attention to the fact the pony is plugged and looks divine!'
James reached up and undid the crotch strap buckle. The strap was split
and fell away leaving the tail to emerge from her anus with only the
small oval collar of the butt plug visible externally. James gripped
this and twisted the plug as he pulled. Princess didn't even flinch, as
a tapered plug even larger than those Lucinda had seen outside emerged
with a sudden rush.
Lucinda gasped, as did some of the audience, it looked like a large pink
pear that flared into the collar before the tail. James showed this to
the audience and, after repositioning the curved tip at her still gaping
anus, gave a twist and thrust it back inside her rectum. The pony
wiggled her hips slightly and relaxed.
James smacked her rump lightly and Princess stood up and turned again to
face the audience. The crotch strap dangled from the base of her pubis.
'With male ponies we often use a cock and ball, or CB, harness to gain
the pony's complete and undivided attention and to show them how to
control their sexual urges.
'With Pony Girls we may control the clitoris,'
He pulled the end of the dangling strap up and Lucinda now saw that it
passed though a ring that pierced Princess's clitoral hood,
'Like this, or with a butterfly vibrator.'
Lucinda turned to Peter
'A what?'
Peter raised an eyebrow at her
'Hmmm, later my darling, later.' He had an evil glint in his eye.
Lucinda was discovering quite what a sheltered life she'd had.
'The most obvious control, however, is the dildo.' James stated.
He gently pulled the strap up and the pony swayed slightly thrusting her
pelvis forwards to ease the tugging at her clitoris. This had the effect
of forcing her labia open to reveal the end of something nestling in her
vulva. James slid his fingers into her.
With a flourish he extracted a long phallic object covered with tiny
black 'fingers' that glistened in the spotlights. Again, Lucinda was
astonished at its size and that the woman could even stand still with
that and the plug up her let alone pull a cart.
'Like most aspects of sexual or erotic BDSM, climax control is a key
ingredient. The constant reminder of how close the release could be
helps to heighten an already unnatural experience and pushes the pony
further into sub-space.'
Lucinda was beginning to lose plot with all the psychobabble but noticed
many members of the audience nodding sagely. She shrugged and gazed at
the rounded curves of Princess's hips and tried to imagine how both of
the objects nestled deep inside her must feel.
James turned to the audience, prickly phallus in hand and almost bowed.
'If there are any questions I'd be delighted to answer them afterwards,
but I feel we should get into the show. Thank you.'
The audience clapped and James smacked Princess on her rump whereupon
she skipped off the podium and out of the room to more applause.
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