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Chapter 20 - Bridle & bit
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.
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Chapter 20
Bridle and bit
He refastened her arms and picked up the bridle leaving the bit on the
table.
The bridle was a sort of skullcap made from a headband and centre strap
with two vertical straps that hung from the sides and supported steel
rings about the width of her hand in diameter. A chinstrap ran between
these and another strap went around the back of the head. This was
undone.
Lucinda saw the diamond that would go on her forehead. She was touched
to see it was tooled with the letter 'P' and the letter 'l'.
Peter picked up the bit and showed her how it clipped to the rings with
a simple latch for easy release. She noticed the thick rubber sleeve and
was thankful how much narrower it was than the horrible ball gag.
He slipped the bridle over her head and adjusted the straps until she
nodded in comfort. With the brush he'd bought in with the bowl and towel
he groomed her hair until it hung over the rear strap. Then he forced
her lips apart and slipped the bit between her teeth. It was much easier
than the ball gag and she gratefully chewed on the rubber. He attached
two 'blinkers' to the vertical straps and she found her peripheral
vision considerably reduced.
Again more locks held everything in place.
He stood back to admire her.
'A few final touches.' He stated.
Lucinda's heart missed a beat when he picked up the long blonde tail.
'At last,' she thought.
He spread her buttocks with his fingers and fiddled with the plug that
made her wince until, with difficulty, she could just see the blonde
hair hanging down behind her.
He then attached a black feathery plume to the front of the headband and
two leather cuffs joined by a sturdy chain to her ankles.
'A hobble.' He explained.
As if she was going to go anywhere.
He picked up a finer chain and with a silver screw clamp and ring at
each end. Holding the one clamp, he squeezed and rubbed her nipple erect
with his other hand. Pain shot into her breast and armpit as he attached
the clamp and gasping from behind the bit, she looked down and noticed
the jaws had rows of tiny teeth. The other nipple suffered a similar
fate and the chain hung supported between them.
He finally threaded the ends of some reins through the rings on the bit
and attached these with locks to the rings on her nipples.
Standing behind her, he gently pulled and released each rein then nodded
as each breast rose and fell. Lucinda winced at the feeling.
'This is how you'll be controlled' he said. 'It's important that you
learn this well as other drivers may well be quite be rough if you don't
respond as expected.'
Other drivers? Her nipples shrivelled at the thought.
'Ideally they'd be better pierced' he muttered and she lurched back
slightly.
'We'll start the training later. Would you like to see?'
She nodded eagerly.
He reached to her face and the blinkers flipped over her eyes. She could
just make out the lights on the ceiling where the camera lights
illuminated the floor. She wobbled as Peter positioned her hips and,
after a few moments, the light from the screen surrounded the darkness.
'OK,' he said, 'legs together, tighten up and show me those tits!'
Concentrating, she gripped her arms, arched her back and thrust her
chest up. Then, placing her feet together and tightening her knees she
sucked the plug into her and pushed her vagina onto the dildo.
Finally she levelled her head and relaxed her face to be expressionless
like the ponies she'd so admired the previous weekend. She breathed
gently. In her private darkness she was acutely aware of the many ways
she was constrained, controlled and invaded.
The blinkers flicked open.
Before her stood two images of the most beautiful creature she'd ever
seen this close. Tall and serene she was a perfect picture of how she
imagined a pony girl to be. Lucinda couldn't believe it was really she.
Smiling from behind the bit she took in the details she'd only partly
been aware of and felt herself tingle with excitement. Was she really
that tall? And her figure? She always though herself skinny, 'fried
eggs' and 'snake hips' were jibes she was used to at school. The harness
gave her curves! And very sexy ones at that. It also had the effect of
drawing attention to her perky breasts with their silvery chain and
reins and the harsh slash of the crotch strap dividing her labia. Next
she looked at her profile view. The tail hung down in a thick bush. She
pushed her rear back and swung her hips. The tail swished attractively
with its weight giving her little sensations in her anus. The combined
effect was one of mostly equine with the few human parts visible being
those of her exaggerated womanhood.
She still found it hard to really believe it was her image on the
screen. The effect of Peter's domination combined with the relentless
feelings of the tack, twin probes and clips made her acutely aware of
her body but, at the same time, by amplifying her sensitivity to the
point of almost continuous arousal diminished her awareness of the real
world. She felt like she was in her own secure, warm space with only her
sexual organs exposed to whatever attention people wanted to give them.
It was much, much better than she ever imagined.
She continued to swing her hips and sashayed around the room in a large
circle, tossing her head at Peter and her sisters on the screen. The
effect of walking made the dildo do interesting things to her vagina and
its restraining strap likewise to her clitoris.
She trotted up to Peter.
He slipped an arm around her waist and she saw him look at them both on
the screen. With the plume, she was taller than he. They looked a fine
couple.
'Master and Pony', she thought.
His pony, his slave, his woman, his love. She played the words over in
her mind and felt the inner contentment of human affection to match her
more immediate feelings of animal lust.
'Time to reward my Master' she decided as she remembered Princess and
El.
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