It was a beautiful fall afternoon on the upscale Marin County property of Mr. Rothchild. Mr. Rothchild owned a large and beautiful estate that spanned for miles in every direction. Rothchild owned not only a great deal of land but beautiful horses which he bred on the property. Sarah was a college student in San Francisco and worked at a coffee shop in the business district next to the large office building that Rothchild worked at day and night, as he was the president of a large software engineering company that used algorithms to test the compatibility of new software. Every morning before Rothchild made his way into work he would stop into the Morning Bud Cafe for a large Mochachino (half skim no whip) and say hello to Sarah. Seeing Sarah every morning was the best part of his day. The rest of his time was spent either bombarded with deadlines at the office or spent alone with the horses.
One morning Sarah mentioned that she used to compete riding horses when she was a child and how much she missed being out in the stables. Rothchild jumped at the opportunity to invite Sarah out to his stables completely prepared for rejection. Sure. That would be swell Mr. Rothchild. Can I go out there this weekend?
Rothchild was overcome with excitement. - Why yes Sarah. That would be “swell”. I’ll pick you up at 7 am bright and early on Saturday morning right in frontof the cafe. Sound like a plan? Yep. Sure thing Mr. Rothchild - Sarah smiled. Come Saturday morning Rothchild was waiting in front of the cafe. Tapping his toes growing impatient. Sarah came around the corner to the cafe only 5 minutes late but Rothchild had come to the cafe 20 minutes early just as to be sure that he wouldn’t miss her. Watching her tight little ass bounce around the corner was reward enough for his promptness. Hey there fella. Ready to go ride some horses? - Sarah was chipper and excited to finally get back to the stables.
You have know idea - Rothchild wiped his perspiring forehead off with his monogrammed handkerchief. - Shall we?- he said as they drove off to the stables.
The drive was close to an hour outside of the city with traffic on the highway and the two making their way down the winding country roads. Sarah filled what could have been uncomfortable silences with stories of competition and the hard work that she put into working with her childhood horse, Shelly. Shelly was a beautiful black beauty of a stallion. Sarah went on and on about her horse as Mr. Rothchild fought to keep his eyes on the winding roads and not on Sarah’s beautiful strong thighs and tight ass. Her curves were dangerous to the eye maybe even more so while she was sitting in the car than while she was in a standing position. Rothchild could easily imagine that young girl on all fours bit gag in mouth,arms restrained strapado in a beautiful vinyl arm sleeve, plumed butt plug jutting out from her derriere, posture collar pulling tight at her neck keeping her head up straight like the proper pony girl that she was simply waiting to become. She wanted it so bad..she just didn’t know it yet. Rothchild pulled up into the gravel driveway.
Well we are here my dear. Let me show you our stables. I have a couple things for you to slip into that might be more appropriate for this occasion. I love all this space that I have out in the country here. I can really stretch my legs in a space like this. No one is around for miles. Complete solitude and vulnerability to whatever the world might throw my way. Come hell or high water..right? Isn’t that what they say? Survival of the fittest?
Sarah ran to the stables. The horses were loud and shaken by the arrival of an unfamiliar guest. The horses started to kick the stable doors. Loud thuds like thunder shuddered through the building and through Sarah’s now trembling body. She new it was too good to be true. No one in life gets a free ride. Rothchild backed Sarah into an empty stall in the stables where her new attire hung up so neatly, just waiting for her to slip on into it.
Lets get you into something more suitable. Shall we? Strip your clothes off now. - Rothchild commanded inhis staunch prickly voice. He was no longer speaking to Sarah. He was training his new pony.
Sarah shivered with humiliation as her skirt slipped down around her ankles, her white cotton underwear next followed . They lay on the ground a layer of her innocence which was shedding from her body through this experience that she just wasn’t ready for. I mean how do you prepare for an abduction? Sarah’s blouse unbuttoned and exposed her unbridled breasts that stood at attention. Their softness to the eyes cut through the cold of the situation. They would comfort and seduce Rothchild with their perfect roundness that let him know that everything would be ok. Take what you want. Everything will be ok. Rothchild approached Sarah, his hands grazing her body starting at her hips,riding those waves to her waist,ribs, and finally grabbing hold of those beautiful breasts which he would caress in a trance and unable to let go. Sarah started to cry.
Don’t cry my pretty pony. Now it’s time for your attire. First for your sleeve. - Rothchild placed Sarah’s arms in a beautiful strapado and slipped her delicate limbs into the red vinyl arm sleeve. Now for your collar my dear. For good posture in my ponies is quite important. - Rothchild picked up the large posture collar and fastened it tightly around Sarah’s neck. Sarah struggled to breathe and swallow standing alert and at attention for her new owner.
Well now you are starting to shape up. But your face looks a little empty. Shall we ornament you with a beautiful leather head harness with a bit gag? Yes! That’s what we will do! - Rothchid asked as he grabbed the equipment and started to fit it around her head. - You seem to have lost your tongue Sarah. I thought you were always such a languid little girl? But now that you’re my pony, I guess there is no need for words. Only whimpers and moans. Those are the noises that I want to hear from you. Do you hear me Sarah? - Rothchild barked at Sarah as she shook her head.
That's better. Now let me finish this damn attire of yours. - Rothchild grabbed some clover nipple clamps off of the shelf and fastened them on to Sarah’s large blooming nipples as her eyes grew wide with pain and her teeth sunk hard into the bit gag. Rothchild finished her off with shiny black vinyl toe boots and feather plume butt plug which he shoved up her anus. He watched her squeal as her backside ate it up with a need and desire to be filled.
Why I think you are ready Sarah. - Rothchild commented as he fastened on the leash and lead Sarah out of the stables to the pony trainer. Sarah wobbled and struggled to walk in the toe shoes knowing that if she was to fall she could break her neck from all of the restraints and collars and leashes. Rothchild attached Sarah to the pony trainer. Her body was trembling from the cold which made her unbound ass shake in the most delightful way. The trainer was a teepee shaped rotating metal device in which Sarah was fastened to by the leash. Sarah tried not to struggle more than was necessary as she knew it would only make matters worse.
Swish...Crack!!!Walk. Walk pony! - The single tail whip struck Sarah’s ass which had demanded so much attention with its jiggling around. Rothchild hated to see a pony go without satisfaction and he knew that her ass was begging for all the attention it could get. Sarah held her head up straight teeth digging deep into the bit gag, arms tightly bound behind, trying to avoid being anywhere near her ass which was now in for a beating, her poor feet wobbled around in her toe boots trying not to think about her fate if she was to trip. Her concentration was up to a level that it had never risen to before. Every detail was so important. Every moment was so important. Every sensation that flew through her body held her attention and demanded respect and she would submit to those sensations, to the pain, to the heat that rose up through her body. Swish...Crack!! Swish ..Crack!!! Her body cried and screamed for more. Her endorphins were swimming wildly with every crack of the whip, with every step forward going in circles going nowhere and yet going to a place that she had never been to that she could never fathom in a dream or in a nightmare. Her body collected red marks saving them for savoring later when she might find her self bathing or in the shower. Tears flowed down Sarah’s cheeks. Smeared mascara ran down her face, a charcoal mess. Rothchild walked slowly to Sarah who kept walking. He stopped her, placing his hand upon her chest, he caressed her breasts one more time and yanked the clamps off in one solid yank. Sarah screamed to the heavens. Rothchild unhooked the leash from the pony trainer and unfastened the gear, the sleeves, the pretty vinyl, the collar.
Get on your knees! - Rothchild ordered. He took her face in his hands. - You’ve been a very good pony. I want you to crawl to the stables and take a shower. You’re a filthy pony girl and I can’t put you in my car like that. Clean off, get dressed, and wait for me in the car. Then.. I will drive you home. - Rothchild smiled at his trembling, filthy, finished for the day, beauty.
Sarah did as she was told crawling back to the stables and showering in the Grecian tiled bathroom. She put on her clothes and waited patiently in the car not saying a word. Rothchild approached, stepped into his car and drove Sarah back to the city. This time she wasn’t so chatty. When he pulled up to the cafe Sarah stepped out of the car and leaned her head in the window. Let me know next time we can go to the stables again - she said with a smile and walked back into the cafe to face the after dinner rush.