""Charioteer Tales"" by Master Anthony Stevens...
--- Chapter II - "The Pony" ---
She looked around her stall after he left. It was clean, straw-covered and locked! The gate was way too high for her to attempt to climb without the use of her hands. Besides, the leash from her collar would only allow her to approach the gate, never reach it. Tottering back on the extreme high-heels, she realised that the leash would reach enough for her to lay down in the big pile of straw against the back wall. The straw was fresh and soft with a wonderful aroma of spring meadow. Settling down and fidgeting about, trying for a comfortable position, she eventually fell into a deep sleep.
"Good morning, pony!" The bright sunlight streaming past the open stable door made her wince as he roused her from the straw.
"Morning..." She muttered. "Say... I really have to use the loo."
"Hold still then. I'll release these." He unlocked her wrist-cuffs and pointed. "The toilet is behind the door on the left. You'll also find a fresh toothbrush and paste on the sink."
When she came out a few minutes later, she felt much better, although her chain hobble and the extreme heels still forced her to take small steps. She felt even more exposed and vulnerable, but curiously unafraid as she walked over to where he waited.
"Are you ready for breakfast?"
"Oh my, yes..." She started to reply.
"Shush." He held a finger to his lips. "Ponies don't talk." He held up a polished black leather bridle with silver fittings. Only a few moments of sure movements and it was buckled snugly about her head. Her long hair was pinched together at the back to keep it away from her face. It formed a shiny mane. Once again, her wrist cuffs were locked to the waist belt and he led her back to her stall. In the corner was a bucket, brim-full of crystal clear water. Alongside the water, there was a bowl of coarse cereal with nuts and dried fruit bits.
"Lift your foot." She did and he unlocked and removed her ankle cuff and heel. A few seconds later, the other foot was free as well. "Now, eat. I will return to prepare you in a little while."
She knelt in the straw and tentatively tried to lap some water from the bucket as he walked out, into the morning sunlight.
About an hour later, he enters the stables again. "Up ya go, girl. Time to earn your keep. We have some serious training to accomplish this morning."
Without preamble, he fits a hard rubber bit between her teeth and buckles it in place. A pair of two meter reins hook onto either side and he tethers her to the gate.
She stands while he adds to her belt a new harness. Two straps go over her shoulders and support a pair of large, chrome rings with smaller straps and smaller rings within them. He Carefully centres the smaller rings around her nipples and presses the larger rings over her breasts. A strap around each side, buckles in the back. When he tightens the roller buckle in back, the rings fit deeper around her breasts, forcing them to distend slightly between the rings and strapping. Held firm and proud, her breasts no longer bounce about as she moves.
One at a time, he unsnapped her wrists and pulled her arms up behind her. A snap shackle dangling from each shoulder strap supported her arms and keep them up high. This served two purposes. It kept her hands and arms away from her hips and waist and... the weight of her arms pulling on the shoulder straps served to pull up on the rings about her breasts. Forcing her to arch her back and present her breasts in a proud manner.
A centre strap, or cropper quickly follows. Almost two inches wide, it buckles to the front of her waist belt and hangs between her legs. He opens a drawer in the tack room and withdraws a plastic bag containing a butt plug. This plug has over three feet of luxurious, blonde hair streaming from it. It would match her own golden tresses perfectly. He carefully
lubricated it and pulled on her waist belt until she was forced by the pull of the reins to bend over. He fed the tail through her cropper and then carefully, but firmly inserted the plug. She squealed a little past the bit, muttering her dislike of this intruder, but was ignored. Finally, he
pulled the cropper tight, seating the plug and preventing her from expelling it. Another drawer revealed a pair of tall boots. These would easily fit over her calf and had several sets of buckles. There were no heels; merely a single, large horseshoe. He stepped behind her and lifted one of her feet, dusted it off and fitted the boot. In a matter of moments, she was standing much taller... feet locked solidly into place with wonderful pair of hooves.
"Come on now girl... time for some training." He picked up a long whip with a flexible tip as they left the barn. Walking slowly to allow her to get used to her new hooves, he led her into a fenced area in the bright sunlight. Although almost naked, she felt warm and safe.
The next several hours were spent teaching her how to move properly on command. He taught her several, different steps, rewarding her with a soft voice and praise and punishing her with a snap of the long whip across her rump when she deserved it.
They break for a short time around midday. He carefully wipes the sweat from her glowing body, removes the bit so she might eat and drink a little... but leaves the tack tightly encasing her.
After lunch, he replaces the bit, carefully tightens all of the straps since some have stretched and worked a little loose and leads her around the side of the barn.
"There now. Isn't that a fine site?" He draws her attention to a pair of carts. One is a small, two-wheeled affair with a pair of staffs extending from below the wheels. The other is a four-wheeled carriage with a wide, rattan seat over the back wheels and a small, padded bench, high above the front wheels. This too, had two poles from under the front axle. They were not fixed though, merely linked with short pieces of chain.
"Back up now.. that's it girl... good... " He was speaking softly as he manoeuvred her between the poles of the 2 wheeled cart. "There now. You will look great pulling this sulky about." Snaps on each pole clip to her waist belt. He picks up his whip again and sits down, between the wheels. "Come on now girl." He clucked his tongue and she strained to move forward.
In a few minutes, they had circled the barnyard several times and she was getting used to the feeling of prancing while pulling the load.
As they approached the gate, he pulled her reins and carefully guided her down the lane towards the entry gate. She was mortified as her thoughts ran wild! What if someone should come up the road? What was he thinking?
She didn't have to wait long for the answers to her unspoken questions. An oncoming pickup truck with a pony trailer was scattering leaves as it moved slowly up the drive.
It stopped alongside them as he reined her to a stop.
"Good afternoon!" The dark-haired woman behind the wheel looked regal.
"Looks like you've got a fine filly there. Will she be ready for the party tonight?"
"Thanks. Yes. There should be no problem. I'm just loosening her up a bit right now. She'll be ready this evening."
"Excellent! Let me put my pony in the barn. Would you get my maid started on her chores?"
"Of course, M'lady. Perhaps a quick run back to the barn would do her good?"
"An excellent idea, sir." She got out of the truck and walked behind the trailer and opened the gate. She stepped inside and came out a moment later, leading a naked blond by a leash. It was hard to tell much about her, because she was wearing a bridle harness with a leather blindfold and a huge ballgag. Extremely high heeled boots were laced all the way up her thighs. The Mistress leading her, handed the leash to the Lord sitting in the cart and removed her blindfold.
"Don't go too fast for her. She is still getting used to the boots."
"Not to worry. My pony is tired too. I don't want to wear them totally out before tonight." He jiggled the reins, snapped the whip across the pony's bare rump and guided her around the trailer and back up the lane, towards the barn.
As the woman drove off, she looked in the mirror and smiled at the handsome Master. A beautiful, naked slave jogging helplessly behind him and and another gorgeous blonde pulling his cart.
--- to be continued in Chapter III
The Ponygirls are taken back up the drive to the barn ready to be prepared for the gathering that evening. They wonder endlessly about what the night ahead could hold for them and are excited at the thought of new experiences lying ahead...