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Chapter 6 - Interval, examining the ponies
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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heterosexual, homosexual and group sex activities and covers
many aspects of submission and discipline.
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Chapter 6
Interval, examining the ponies
Charles then announced,
'Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you. Now it's time for a break. After this
we shall see the show ponies and our finale. Please feel free to inspect
the ponies and chat to their owners. You may touch or pet the ponies but
I ask you to be gentle and not alarm them because they can get very
skittish in crowds.
'I'd also like to remind you about the stall outside and The Berkshire
Trials' He waved the form again.
'We restart in 20 minutes, prompt! Thank you.'
The audience clapped and the lights above the tables came on.
Some people from a table at the far end of the room walked over to the
stage. The ponies' owners Lucinda presumed judging by the proprietary
interest that they took in their charges as they joined them.
A large number of onlookers went over to the line of ponies that were
now all tethered between the two podia, the two ponies receiving their
punishment getting a great deal of attention. One or two of crowd
tentatively reached out a hand to touch them then they were mainly lost
to Lucinda's view.
Peter stood and stretched. He turned to Lucinda.
'Well?'
'Well what?' she replied.
'Well, what do you think? Of course.'
Lucinda thought a moment.
'To be honest, I don't know. Frankly it's bloody weird but also
compelling. I don't understand why the ponies don't just say 'Piss off'
and walk away when they are being abused like that.'
Peter smiled in his patronising I'm-looking-enigmatic way that
infuriated her but he remained silent.
'I wish you'd explain what's going on here'.
'That's what Charles and James have been doing, what part didn't you
follow?'
Lucinda sighed.
'Stop being so damned obtuse. You know just what I mean. About me, this
was a set-up.'
Peter sat, leant towards her and took her hands in his. He kissed her
and looked her directly in the eyes.
'You were so incredible sexy last weekend. You turned me on... very
much. Very much indeed.'
He almost blushed.
'Really?' Lucinda grinned, 'Well I think you know what you did to me?'
'I have though of little else all week!' he replied.
Lucinda could feel herself becoming aroused just talking about it.
'I have thought about it too. In fact I was rather hoping we'd go
straight home after dinner and fuck the living daylights out of each
other until Monday morning. I was not expecting all this...'
She waved her hand about.
Peter looked forlorn.
'Oh. And I thought you said you liked the animal behaviour. I'm sorry I
took you too literally, but the thought of you proudly performing really
turns me on. You'd make a lovely pony.'
Lucinda looked at him. He just stared like a little boy waiting for
Father Christmas to deliver the presents.
'You're serious?' she asked.
He nodded.
'You'd actually like me dressed up like that? Bridles and stuff?'
Another nod.
'Being trained? Made to perform in these events?'
Nod.
'You'd not laugh at me and think me a complete prat?'
'Never. No way. Not anyhow.'
'What about others letching over my tits and more?'
'You have great tits, and more. I'd feel very proud to have others
admiring them. It would make them very jealous.'
Lucinda deliberately shut up and looked at him quizzically. He really
was serious she realised. It was also blatantly apparent that he knew a
great deal more about ponies than he'd previously admitted to and wished
to share this with her.
She contemplated the thought of wearing the harnesses and bridles and
the other erotic gear, especially those super boots. What had she to
lose? It was only dressing up after all, not a lot different to sexy
undies and the skimpy nightie she'd occasionally worn for him and other
boyfriends in the past - and herself. Now, if this stuff even had only
half the effect that that did?
It would take some getting used to.
'You'd have to be patient with me?'
'Of course.'
What did she feel about having her tits, and more, letched at? Damn it.
She'd spent the best part of a fortnight the previous summer spread-
eagled naked in the sun on a Greek beach and not given a toss. On the
contrary, she'd had a little thrill at the way men, and some women,
looked her up and down as they passed. She grinned as she recalled the
game she'd played by peering between her breasts from under her
sunglasses and lining up 'targets' with her pubes as a foresight.
Willing them to look at her as she 'fired'.
'This is all rather a rush,' she said.
Another nod.
'This whipping and stuff is a bit extreme'
'I understand, I love you. I'd never do anything to hurt you.'
Oh God! He'd said it, the magic phrase. Lucinda felt a dozen little
fluttering explosions inside her. This was DECISION TIME, an IMPORTANT
STEP, a LIFE CHOICE before her.
She gulped. What the Hell? It was time she had a change and she was very
fond of him but not sure whether she loved him as such, after her
previous fiascos she was not sure what it really meant. Anyhow, he was
great in the sack.
She took the plunge...
'Clippity, bloody, clop Master.'
Peter beamed and hugged her tight before planting a huge kiss on her
lips.
'That's great hon! Wonderful! As you'd say 'Super'!'
Lucinda pushed him away a little. He looked alarmed.
'One condition though'
'Yes?'
'We still get to fuck the living daylights out of each other this
weekend!'
'Too right we do!'
'It's a deal then partner'
She spat on her hand like she'd seen Irish horse traders do, he laughed
and spat on his before they shook hands.
'So, what are we doing in a sodding stable when I could be pleasing my
Master?' she asked.
'My darling, you are pleasing me greatly. You have no idea just how much
in the last two minutes. But I also want to please you and the finale is
what I've brought you to see. The rest is window dressing.'
Lucinda grinned and said,
'I'm teasing. Honestly I do find this interesting and very sexy and I'm
flattered that you'd consider me worthy of being a pony.'
'I have no doubts there, you'll blow their minds like you blow mine!'
'I intend to blow a lot more than your mind tonight!' she said as she
pursed her lips at him.
'Oh God!' he moaned.
She grinned and hugged him, then put on a childish voice,
'Pwease can we go and look at the pwetty ponies now? Pwease Daddy.
Pwease!'
'Of course we can' he laughed, 'come my pretty little filly.'
Oh I fully intend to, she thought. Lots.
They stood and wandered over to the line of ponies.
--*--
If they say that dogs look like their owners, the opposite could be said
of ponies and their owners. It was hard to tell who exactly were the
owners and who were the spectators.
Lucinda couldn't resist getting drawn to the incessantly stroking thing
between cat suit's legs. The obnoxious little finger and the rubber suit
inside her thighs were soaked with her vaginal secretions, Lucinda could
smell the musty tanginess as she approached. She now saw that the cat
suit was latex and the tightly laced corset was boned leather. Up close
it seemed even more incredible that her waist could be reduced so far.
The girl had her eyes half closed and looked stoned as she swayed still
trying to stay on the podium. Lucinda guessed that the stiff corset must
have been a great help in keeping her upright.
Her owner had to be the guy who looked like a biker - straggly ponytail
and droopy moustache. Lucinda had ambivalent feelings about how someone
could let the person they love be subjected to the sort of humiliation
and discomfort that his pony was undergoing. Maybe they weren't lovers?
In which case, why would she want to do this? Stupid question Lucinda!
She only had to look at the girl's eyes to see the pleasure she was
experiencing.
Biker man smiled at Lucinda.
'Hi' he said, glancing up at his pony. 'You like?'
He had a slight accent, German or Dutch Lucinda guessed.
'She's lovely, and what an amazing outfit. I can't get over how narrow
her waist is.'
'46 cm' he said proudly, 'that's about 18 inches or so, we try to get to
45 cm normally.'
The man reached up from behind and put his hands around her constricted
waist and caressed her hips. She gave a little shudder and immediately
arched her back such that she thrust down on the dildo and its clitoral
stimulator.
'She's trained to be held like this and taken from behind. Only then has
she permission to climax' he explained casually as though he was
demonstrating how to use some sort of household appliance. From her soft
moans and the glistening pole between her legs, it was clear that it was
not the only way she could reach orgasm.
Lucinda swallowed at his candidness and changed the subject.
'Er, how long has she been a pony?'
'Two years or so I guess, we are doing BDSM ever since we meet though.'
Lucinda had to ask...
'Er, I hope you don't think me rude, but... are you lovers?'
The man smiled widely,
'We have been married six years and have two children and, yes, we are
lovers. More of lovers now than before, I think'.
He gave his wife's waist a little squeeze and she smiled and mumbled
something incoherent.
Lucinda felt a bit happier with her agreeing to Peter's proposal and
smiled at him.
The biker man asked,
'And you? Are you into the scene?'
Peter answered for them.
'Not BDSM, but we've been discussing pony-play.'
The man nodded and held out his hand,
'Good luck to you both with whatever you decide' he added, 'If you ever
need to talk to us about anything please get in touch via Charles...
Wolfgang and Sabine. I hope we can see you in Arnhem sometime? You would
be welcome.'
They both thanked him and moved to along the line of ponies.
Lucinda was keen to take a closer look at El but so were most of the
women in the room and some of the men it seemed and they crowded around
the tall stallion. His owner was a surprisingly ordinary looking woman
in her mid forties or so.
Peter noticed Lucinda looking and whispered,
'I hear she is one of the most experienced working-pony trainers in
Europe, people send their stallions to her from all over the world.'
'You mean she's not his owner?'
'No. It is very common to have someone different to train your pony,
especially where there is a relationship. It's often impossible for the
owner to be objective enough to view the pony only as a horse.'
Peter indicated Wood Spirit,
'She has no owner at the moment and is being trained at Charles's
stables. Charles will probably auction her at the Berkshire Trials. I'd
imagine he'll get a good price. She's a very quick learner, and very
pretty too. Nice small tits, a good feature in a pony girl.'
'Auction?' Lucinda asked, ignoring his comment about the girl's breasts.
Lucinda's were about the same size and the compliment did not go
unnoticed.
'Yes, it covers the investment Charles has made in her. There are many
rich owners who don't want the hassle of finding and breaking in a pony
and are prepared to pay for that service.'
Lucinda was astonished that actual money changed hands. It made perfect
sense but put a level of seriousness on the whole business that scared
her.
Peter seemed to sense her unease.
'There is what's known as a 24/7 relationship. That's 24 hours a day,
seven days a week. In other words, total commitment. Many subs - er,
submissives - are desperate for that level of control.'
Lucinda had guessed they weren't underwater craft but appreciated the
explanation.
She looked at Wood Spirit and tried to imagine how someone could give
herself to that extreme. What about friends? Family? Work? It saddened
her to think that being sold to someone unknown was more important.
'Does that mean I'm a sub now?'
Peter laughed.
'Not unless you want to be. A pony is not necessarily submissive. OK,
she will obey orders and incur displeasure if she disobeys, but one of
the important features is the wild spirit that she possesses and the
degree of wilfulness that implies. And you, my darling...' he kissed her
cheek '...have that in spades!'
Lucinda frowned.
'Just think about real ponies and horses when you consider pony-play.
Stubborn as a mule? Frisky? Skittish? Headstrong? Highly strung? And, on
the other hand, sleek, beautiful, runs like the wind, a winner,
thoroughbred.'
Lucinda got his point and further warmed to the idea although she added
her own childhood memories to the list, mucking out, peeing on your
feet, biting, kicking, throwing and, of course, whopping great dicks!
She suddenly had a terrible thought.
'I'm not eating sodding pony nuts!'
Peter grinned,
'I dunno what pony nuts are! I just hope they are not what I think'
She blanched,
'God no! Ugh! I know I chatter but my mouth is not that big!'
A man with silver-grey hair and a long beard who looked like he'd
stepped from Wild West Show stood with his arms around the two blonde
show ponies. They were both extremely pretty and, from the way they
nuzzled and rubbed against the man he was more than just their owner.
Lucinda wanted to talk more about the boy/girl pony but felt an arm on
here shoulders and turned to see Charles smiling at her.
'Well?' he said.
D ja vu, thought Lucinda. She looked at him with renewed interest.
Rather than appear as the rather old fashioned creep she'd encountered
earlier, Lucinda now saw that his paternal nature was genuine care and
his chauvinistic arrogance stemmed from being used to giving orders and
expecting them to be carried out.
'They're lovely!' Lucinda exclaimed, 'the whole thing is still a bit
overwhelming but I'm beginning to understand. I'd like to thank you for
making my first visit so pleasant.'
She emphasised the 'first'.
'So, we will have the pleasure of your delightful company again?'
'Oh yes, I think so' Lucinda grinned.
Charles kissed her hand again.
'That is the best news I've heard this week. I'm honoured that I have
been instrumental in my small way.'
He clicked his tongue and Princess of the Night trotted over to them.
She stood obediently at Charles's side.
Now that Lucinda had a closer view she noticed that the woman was
possibly older than she first suspected. Laughter lines in the dark make
up around her eyes and the twinkle in them made her all the more
attractive, Lucinda still envied her lack of cellulite and marvelled at
her fitness.
'You're her owner?' Lucinda asked.
'Oh yes, Princess and I go back a long way' he kissed her on the
forehead.
Lucinda looked at the woman,
'You, er, I mean she, looks stunning.'
Lucinda felt uncomfortable talking about her in the third person when
she was standing right next to her.
'Thank you' said Charles, 'I'm sure she appreciates your comments.'
Lucinda felt slightly embarrassed and added,
'With a figure like that you should market this as a diet! The Pony Plan
Diet,' she giggled.
Charles failed to see the humour and said,
'Beauty comes from the right mindset not out of a book. That takes years
of care and dedication and can't be picked up as a fad.'
'I'm sorry, I was joking' Lucinda mumbled, 'My advertising background, I
guess?' She was gratified to see Princess give her a little wink and
grin as the pony raised an eyebrow and glanced at Charles.
Charles checked his watch,
'We need to get things going again' he said.
'Eek!' exclaimed Lucinda to Peter, 'I need the loo first. Where are
they?'
'Far end on the left' said Charles pointing to a door next to where the
ponies had been before.
Lucinda pecked Peter on the cheek,
'Don't start without me!' she laughed as she moved off.
'You have five minutes and no more!' she heard Charles shout as she
worked her way through the crowd.
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