I hummed next to her ear. Her leg shot out wildly and was caught by the chain. Not only was the chrome sparkling, but her oiled legs were gleaming as well. The pert ass sitting atop them was a fine sight so early in the morning, so I spanked it. The chains rattled a bit and her excitement ebbed.

A few high ivory clouds hung lazily in the air. I knew this was going to be a grand day for training. Thinking back, even a rainy day, or a snow filled one wouldn’t stop me having fun with the kittens. We called them kittens although they are more commonly known as ponygirls. Here at the ranch we didn’t like to think of the girls as beasts of burden. We most certainly didn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea. Bred for pleasure of the senses, that’s all they were.

In this day and age no one needs a horse, you need a truck or something. Fortunately this philosophy didn’t dilute our fetish for ponygirls. Running the estate like a farm was the only practical idea since it had to be relatively self sufficient. A few would get the supplies for the next day. A few tend to the kittens. A few would take care of the business deals.

Trade in captured ponygirls was the main cash flow of the farm. Our head-honcho knew that the idly rich loved to spend their dirty money on dirty things, and thus employed plenty of us. Most of the employees worked for peanuts, I mean for god sake who wouldn’t work here for free! So all in all, the entire complex made about as much money as it brought in. It was all housed in a beautiful ranch in western Massachusetts.

I loved waking up these days… I broke from my trance. Today I got out of the house nice and early because I had kitten detail. Every man knows early in the morning the wonders of that boner that simply won’t die…

I ran my hand along the rough wooden post. It was cemented into the ground, sturdy as my cock was. My fingers danced up the rope from the eye hook in the timber and onto her polished black leather collar.

She was on her feet, but still doubled over due to the post's height. Usually they slept sitting against the beam.

I tugged her biceps trying to part them from her ribs. As always they were secure. With a now liquid motion I checked all her bonds. Hammerlock? Tight. Head harness? Tight. Ring Gag? Mmmm, tight. I knelt down to reach her belt. Both dildos were firm. Farther down her leather ankle restraints were secure.

Who ever oiled this beauty this morning did a great job. I admired her smooth calf and dragged my palm across it and over her thigh to rest on her ass as I stood.

I reached the other hand to her hips, moved her buttplug tail aside and released her vaginal plug. She whimpered slightly, surprising how she knew my touch without seeing me. She knew what was coming. It also made me wonder: Don’t the other trainers do this? I know I couldn’t go a day without it.

Oh well, I unzipped my fly and aimed my rock hard member into her. It wasn’t lubricated at all. Oh well again, I shoved violently. She tensed and released her breath in a wheeze. I stopped just for a moment keeping my dick far in her. She panted and heaved before I resumed my fight.

It was never very difficult to cum for the first time every day with a ponygirl, even with the whole morning stiffy. I let my cock grow softer inside her. I stepped back. Looked her up and down, my woody already coming back. I knew this was going to be a fine day when the sunlight glistened off the tip of my dick and I reentered her with some unneeded force.