Labor Day weekend had finally arrived.  It was time to show Allison at Karen and Frank's party.  Allison was a bit apprehensive; though she had been publicly caned, the only people who had seen her pony show were Karen and Frank.  She knew that they would be supportive; she wasn't so sure about some of the other guests.

Word had passed through the club about Allison's pony debut.  These parties were potluck; everyone contributed food and drink.  About twenty-two guests were expected to show.  No one had seen a good show pony in a very long time.

Richard kept Allison dressed for the ride to Karen's.  Once there, he had her strip to her panties.  He wanted to keep her on a bit of an edge and get her a bit warm before the show started, so he placed a little Ben Gay on her nipples.  She was a bit jumpy from the sting (Allison had sensitive nipples,) and Frank had her just were he wanted her.  She was to be shown at three o'clock sharp that afternoon.  

Around two-thirty, Richard had taken Allison downstairs to the basement.  The panties came off, and he gave her a very thorough Rose Water enema.  When she had used the toilet, he washed all of the Ben Gay off of her nipples.  He had her bend over, lubed her anus, and inserted the tail.  Next Allison put on the bra.  Richard fit the bridle and bit, and inspected her.  She looked great.

Next Richard rubbed an ice cube over her nipples, followed by some hair spray.  This would keep them erect for a few hours.  When he was done with that, he place rouge on both her nipples and mound, giving them a nice red tint.  Lastly he put on the collar and leash.

"Well, my hot little filly," said Richard, smiling and admiring his work, "are you ready to go for your warm-up?"

Allison could only nod yes.

Richard guided the girl upstairs and out to the back yard.  Allison was only too aware of the stares and looks of admiration.  When they got to the yard, Richard dropped the leash and, with Frank's help began to set up the display area.  A few small barricades were placed for Allison to jump.  She would do most of her prancing outside of the barricades.  Allison simply watched while Richard and Frank set everything up.

By now, most of the guests, refreshments in hand, had moved to the yard.  The day was hot, humid, and very sunny.  It was uncomfortable to be in the sunlight, but the guests' wanted to see how the pony would perform.

Richard began the warm-up by slowly leading the girl in a walk.  He kept the leash short, and every so often she would get a sharp sting with the whip.  At each sting, Allison hopped.  The crowd watched intently, smiled, and murmured approval.  After about five minutes of this, Richard took off her collar but continued with the warm-up.  With both hands free, he could use the crop or whip as he saw fit.  He guided her with the crop, gave her an occasional sting, and flicked her nipples once.  After about eight minutes of warm up, Richard went to work.

"Hey! Trot!  Look Sharp!" hollered Richard, and he would follow the command with a sting.

For the next forty minutes, Allison, nude for all practical purposes, responded to Richard's commands.  She went through all of her pony moves, doing them nicely.  Allison had gone into a zone, and she would come out of it only briefly, when Richard had her start to jump.

Changes in steps were done with an irregular timing, so Allison never knew when the whip was going to sting her.  The burn was beginning to move through her bottom, spreading around her hips and waist to her abdomen.  She skipped and hopped after every sting, but she kept prancing and dancing around that circle.  She got three quick and sharp ones when Richard reversed her direction and had her start to jump.  And, of course, there were always the nipple tweaks with the crop.

Richard was beginning to work up a sweat as well.  Allison was performing divinely, and he had to work just as hard to keep her moving.  He was really pleased the way the girl moved.  Her jumps over the barricades were exquisite.  They had been going at it for a while, and he could see how much of a workout she was getting.  He decided to have her gallop for a few minutes, then a walking cool-down, and he would end it.  He had no idea the whole show had lasted forty minutes.

Allison gasped when Richard had her quickly reverse direction, and then began to sting her, making her gallop.  She ran hard and fast in the circle, the occasional crack of the whip reminding her who was in charge.  It was getting hard to breathe because of the heat and very thick humidity.  When she was starting to breathe hard, Richard pushed her for a few more minutes and then had her slow to a walk.  She knew this was where she would cool; the show was almost over.

Allison slowly walked around the circle, catching her breath.  A quick, sharp sting from the whip made her jump, and she came out of her zone.  She looked around, and saw all of the people watching her.  The thrill of the humiliation made her shiver, which earned her another sting.  When she saw Karen and Frank smiling at her, she stopped for a second.  Richard's sting made her keep moving.

Richard was finally satisfied that the cooling-down process had kicked in.  He guided Allison to a shady spot, and removed her bit and bridle.  He whispered into her ear that she was lovely and everyone was envious.  Someone brought her bottled water, and she drank.  Richard told her to remove the bra but leave the tail in.  They were now out of role-play, and he wanted her to mingle and relax.

The first two people to greet Allison were Karen and Frank.  Frank smiled and told her that she was great.  Karen gave the girl a big hug.

"Oh, Sis!  You were absolutely divine!  The pony show was first-rate!  I have never seen one that well done!" Karen gushed.

As Allison mingled, other guests came up and told her how marvelous she was.  One woman remarked that she looked great with the tail in.  She smiled, and chatted and spoke with the guests for about thirty minutes, and then she began to seek out Richard.

"Master Richard," Allison said, as she approached him, "May I shower?  I am a bit sweaty."

"Of course, my precious filly," responded Richard with a sly smile.  "After you shower, you will find some panties on Karen's bed that I wish you to wear.  Do wear them."

Allison thanked Richard and turned to walk away.  When she did, Richard reached down, grabbed the tail, and tugged hard.  The girl jumped about six feet, turned to look at Richard, smiled, and blushed deeply.  Richard grinned and handed her the tail and beads.  All of the guests applauded.

Allison took a warm, relaxing shower, scrubbing herself fully.  The panties Richard had given her were a basic white nylon g-string, but very sheer.  She smiled and put them on.  He had never remarked on her panties before; he usually accepted whatever she chose to wear.  She put on the g-string, cleaned and packed the pony gear, and went back out to the party.

Frank informed her that there would be no more live shows today.  It seems as if no one could top her act.  Karen told her that she had reached a turning point with Richard.  When Allison tried to question Karen further, attempting to fine out exactly what she meant, Karen only smiled and said, "You will see."

Allison mingled some more, receiving the congratulations of the guests.  There was a buffet indoors, and she ate some fresh fruit and drank some more water.  Finally, when she went out to sit by the pool, she encountered her Master.

"Well, my little filly," said Richard for a greeting, "you are by far the finest girl I have ever trained.  To be perfectly honest, I don't know where else to take you."

"I think, Richard," said Allison, smiling, "that we have reached a limit.  My training, for all practical purposes is over.  However, I do think that I will let you show me, on occasion, and perhaps a nice caning would be lovely."

Some nearby guests gasped, hearing the girl talk this way.  What they did not realize was that Allison had taken Richard to the limit, and, while he could go no further, she was capable of going to even greater heights.

Richard leaned over and whispered in the girl's ear, "Yes, that will be fine.  Will you allow me to play with you and make you climax later?"

"Of course," answered Allison.

Allison was, for all practical purposes, the master.  Although Richard was not a slave, he would play with the girl less and less over the next three years, until she withdrew from his life.  There would be one change to the play.  Although Richard would make Allison climax, the blowjobs had ended at the party.  Richard would get ample pleasure from playing with his pet and watching her thighs quiver as she climaxed.  And Allison would begin to sample, on her own, a great many varieties of sexual pleasure, without Richard's approval.
