Sue’s New Life

by Bill Dee
copyright 2002
- do not use without the author's permission.



6. Tawnie’s cart Training.

Later that morning Tawnie was loaded into the back of a truck, blindfolded, tied down, and driven to another part of the Estate. She was released from her bonds and helped from the truck, but the blindfold remained. A leash was clipped to her collar and she was led away. When the blindfold was removed, she found herself in another stall not unlike her own. Her lead was replaced with a chain that allowed her to move about, but not reach the stall gate. This stable was much larger than the stable that she, Goldwing, Redwing and Midnight shared. There were fifteen other stalls, twelve occupied with ponygirls.

Another man, smaller than the overseer, entered her stall. “This is Ramon; he will train you to the surrey. You will obey him as you would me. Now I will release your bonds.” He then re-locked her arms behind her back, wrist to opposite elbow, and locked them in place. As he was doing this he told her, “Your arms will not be released, while in training you will have no use for them. Ramon will have a key to the rear chain of your tail. I know that you will follow his every command. I will be back in a few days to see how you are doing. And Ramon, she is to talk to no one or follow orders from anyone but yourself.”

“Yessir, as you command.”

“Good, she may eat now and rest, her training will commence this afternoon. See you in two days little one.” They both left, locking the gate behind them. Tawnie walked around her stall, nibbled a little of the food and drank.

About an hour later the trainer entered carrying her bridle, bit, and harness. “Now, open your mouth so I can insert your bit.” Tawnie instantly opened her mouth; he inserted the bit and buckled it behind her head. He then placed her bridle over her head and buckled that on, too. He was amazed at the ease at which Tawnie stood there, even when putting her in harness. “My, you must love being a pony, you take to the bit, bridle and harness with ease.” He clipped a set of reins to her bit, removed the collar chain and led her from her stall.

She was led, high-stepping, to the paddock area and there she saw a small buggy. She was led to a rail; her nose ring was clipped to a short chain as she stood tall and erect. The shafts of the buggy went around her waist and rested above her hips. The shafts were lashed tightly to her steel girth belt and locked in place. If she moved a fraction of an inch the buggy moved also. It was as if she and the buggy were one in the same.

Tawnie didn’t know what to expect next but she felt in her heart this was what she was destined for. She knew that this was what was meant to be. To be a pony, to be owned by a Princess; to pull her around in a pony cart; Tawnie’s heart swelled with pride at that thought. She tried to run her tongue over her name tattooed on her gums, and the name of her owner, ‘Princess Jasmine’ on her lower lip, but the bit prevented her from doing so.

The trainer released the chain from her nose ring and backed her out. He placed the bit reins over the seat of the buggy and clipped a single rein to her clit chain ring and placed that over the seat also. Another strap went from the back of her bridle to the back of her harness and pulled tight. This brought her neck back and head up, facing straight ahead.

He started her training by putting two thirty-pound bags of sand into the buggy and parade around the paddock area, making sure she high-stepped as she went. He kept this up for the next three hours letting her rest for ten minutes every hour and drink. It was now time for her supper. He led her into the wash area, removed her dressage and hosed her down. Then using a soft towel, he wiped her down. He led her into her stall, where she was fed oats, barley, fresh cut vegetables and fruit.

He was amazed at how eager she was to obey his every command; she never balked no matter how hard she was worked. After supper he removed her tail and led her to the paddock area to relieve herself and run free for half-an-hour. He called her over to the fence post, reinserted her tail and locked it on her. She was led back to her stall; a long chain attached to her collar let her move about her stall, it was just long enough that she could look out over the gate. The gate was about four feet high and, without the use of her arms, impossible to climb over.

Ramon returned around an hour later and just stood watching her. Of all the ponies he trained, she was the best yet. He called her over to him and she immediately obeyed his command. He reached into his pant’s pocket and pulled out a knife. Upon seeing the knife she backed away.

“Oh, little one, do not be afraid, I will never harm you. Come here and see what I have for you.” From his other pocket he produced a shinny red apple. He cut a piece and placed it in the palm of his hand. Tawnie bent and, using her lips and teeth, gently placed it her mouth and started to chew.

“How was that little one, want another piece?”

Tawnie nodded her head three times.

“I thought you might,” he said with a smile. He cut another piece and placed it in his hand. Again she gently took it from him, smiled and began to chew.

This time he placed the piece between his thumb and forefinger offering it to her. She took the piece gently between her lips and teeth and retrieved it.

“Good huh?” He asked.

She smiled at him and nodded her head up and down.

He cut the rest of the apple and fed the pieces to her. “Ok, now it’s lights out. Get to sleep; we have a busy day ahead of us tomorrow.” With that said he closed her gate, locked it and left, turning lights out as he went.

It wasn’t five minutes and every pony started talking at once. It was the pony called Serendipity that spoke to Tawnie, “Hey, new pony, what’s your name?”

Tawnie stretched her neck several times to indicate that she should not talk. She turned and showed Serendipity that her hands were also locked behind her back. Serendipity misunderstood the gestures and thought that Tawnie could not talk, which was OK with Tawnie.

Just then Ramon walked around the corner, “Serendipity, how would you like a gag shoved in that pretty mouth of yours? Now get to sleep, all of you!”

Not a sound was heard the rest of the night.

The next day Tawnie was put through her regular morning routine and then hitched to the surrey once more. This time Ramon added another thirty-pound bag of sand to the sulky, now a total of ninety pounds. Tawnie paraded around the coral for about an hour, high-stepping as she went. She was brought to a halt, let rest for ten minutes and given water.

“Well Tawnie, you did just fine. I bet you could handle another bag?”

She looked at Ramon, smiled and shook her head in the affirmative.

For the next two hours she paraded around the corral, pulling the surrey with one-hundred and twenty pounds aboard. At first it was a little difficult to get going but once she got used to it, it got easier. After two hours she was tired and sweaty, but mostly thirsty and hungry. Ramon released her from the sulky, led her to the wash rack, hosed her down and toweled her dry. He led her to her stall, fed her and let her rest for an hour.

Ramon was actually enjoying training Tawnie. You could tell she was enjoying this as much as he was training her. He had used the whip very little, mostly to remind her to high-step as she went. After lunch Tawnie was led back outside, re-hitched to the sulky and another thirty pounds added, making a total of one-hundred and fifty pounds. She pulled this load for the next three hours, taking the usual ten minute break. Ramon had to use the whip only two or three times to remind her to keep her knees up, but in actuality they were more like love taps than whippings.

Tawnie was led to a post and her bit reins tied loosely to it. As she stood there proud and erect, the sand bags were removed and put away. It felt good having the weight removed.

Ramon then released her reins, stepped into the sulky and paraded her around the paddock. Tawnie immediately felt it was less weight she now had to pull and easily pulled the sulky with Ramon aboard. They paraded around the paddock three times and Ramon then guided her over to the paddock gate.

“I think that you are ready to go for a nice long run, don’t you?”

Tawnie nodded her head and swished her tail proudly. She was led out and stood as Ramon closed the gate behind them then reentered the surrey. She presented her ass in anticipation of the whip. A light tap on her ass and a click of the tongue, they were off. It felt good to have the wind running through her mane and her tail swishing in the breeze. This is what she had dreamt of since becoming a pony.

Ramon led her through the many trails, keeping her at a slow steady pace, never having to use the whip on her. A quick flick of the reins and a click of the tongue was all that was needed for her to pick up the pace. She never over anticipated Ramon’s actions; she followed the commands given to her through the use of the reins.

It was the morning of her third day that the overseer returned to checkup on Tawnie’s progress. He was pleased to see her pulling the sulky with Ramon aboard, high-stepping as they went. He was surprised, yet quite pleased at the progress that greeted him.

Ramon led Tawnie over to the overseer; she whinnied and bowed to him in her joy at seeing him. “Ramon, you have done a fine job in such a short time.”

“Thank you sir, but it is not all my doing. She is magnificent; she takes to the surrey as if it was part of her. It’s as if she was born to be a pony. She is the best little mare that I ever trained. Would you like to take her for a ride?

“Yes Ramon, I would like that very much.”

“Sir, when she presents her ass for the whip, you do not have to hit her hard, a little light tap will do, if you wish. But may I suggest, just a click of the tongue and a flick of the reins is all that is required. She is most eager to please.”

The overseer did as Ramon suggested and they were off. The overseer, being heavier than Ramon, was harder to pull but she was off high-stepping as they went. She was led through the gate and happily followed the commands given her by means of the reins. The whip remained in its holder during the entire ride. If he wanted to go faster, he just flicked her reins and clicked his tongue. A little tug on her left rein and she turned left, and on her right, she turned right. Unknown to Tawnie, he had a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eyes.

The ride lasted about an hour and when they returned she was tired, sweaty and thirsty, but happy that she pleased the overseer. She was released from the surrey and led around the paddock at a slow walk to cool down. She was led to the water trough and then allowed to drink.

“I want her to be able to pull you plus an extra thirty pounds so she will not tire so easily.”

“Yessir, it will be done.”

By the end of her two weeks training her thigh muscles were highly developed. Her hindquarters nicely shaped and her lungs expanded, able to take in great amounts of air. She could easily carry Ramon along with two extra thirty pound bags of sand. She was now the perfect specimen of a ponygirl.

That evening she was placed in the back of the pick-up and brought back to the main Estate, placed in her stall and bedded down for the night.

7. Tawnie meets Princess Jasmine.

The next morning, after doing her business, left out in the paddock area to run free, milked and fed, Tawnie’s tail was not reinserted. Instead, after her morning routine, she was brought to the shower area. She was bathed, shaved and toweled dry. Her tail then inserted and brushed out, along with her mane. Her metal harness, along with her fancy bridle placed on her. Her breasts were again coated with a clear sticky substance and silver glitter applied. Her arms were locked behind her, wrist to opposite elbow, and a set of reins attached to her bit.

The small surrey that she had been pulling around was brought into the stable; her girth-belt was hitched to its shafts and locked on. A large red bow was tied around her neck with a card that read: ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRINCESS JASMINE’.

Tawnie was then led to the grounds of the Estate, told to kneel in the fetal position and not make a sound. A cape that was large enough to cover both her and the surrey was placed over them.

All was quiet for about ten minute when Tawnie heard giggling coming from a young girl.

Tawnie then heard the voice of his Highness, “Jasmine, when I remove your blindfold you may unwrap your gift. Ready!”

As the cloak was removed a squeal of excitement and joy was heard by all, “Oh Father, is she mine? Is she truly mine? Can I take her for a ride now, please, please?

“Why don’t you ask her yourself, I sure she would not mind,” Said the Sheik, a smile upon his lips. I do believe she is waiting for you to give her her orders first though.”

The princess went over and placed her hand on Tawnie’s head running her hand through her mane. “You may now stand my little pony.”

Tawnie rose gracefully and immediately assumed the proper ponygirl stance, eyes straight ahead, back arched, chest out with breasts held high and proud, and her ass presented for the whip, the perfect pony stance.

The princess mounted the surrey and, upon instructions given to her by the overseer as how to command her. She gave Tawnie the lightest flick of the whip, a click of the tongue and a flick of the reins, they were off.

They went around the grounds of the Estate, Tawnie high-stepping as she went, the princess giggling and laughing as they went. Tawnie could hear Jasmine speaking to her, “Tawnie, I just love my gift, I will never give you up, you will be mine forever and ever, I love you!

Tawnie was in her glory; the princess loved her and they soon became inseparable.

“I just have to let Tamar have a ride; she is my best friend in the whole world.” Jasmine reined Tawnie in, right in front of Tamar. “OK, now it’s your turn to go for a ride.”

Tamar was overjoyed; the princess was going to let her be the second one to ride her new pony. She hopped into the surrey and, giving Tawnie a smack on the ass with the whip, they were off. Tamar laughing and giggling as they went, having a good time, telling Tawnie that she was a good pony, a pretty pony and a well trained pony.

Tawnie just loved the praise and adoration, but she would never let her pride override her true feelings of being the pony that she longed to be. She loved her new stature in life and never wanted to return to her old self. There was nothing there for her, oh, she had friends and school chums but with both parents gone, no siblings or relatives to miss her she never would look back. This is where she now belonged; this is her home, her family. She loves her owner, Princess Jasmine, her sister ponies and especially Sylvia, she was content.

After Tamar had her ride, Jasmine had the remainder of her party outside with Tawnie kneeling at her side, and Tawnie’s clit chain ring snugly inserted on her finger. The party finally wound down at dusk and time to bed down her lovely gift.

Jasmine, along with Tamar, led Tawnie to the wash-rack where they released her hands and removed her bridle and harness. Locking her wrist to a chain hanging from a rafter, they washed Tawnie’s mane and tail and rinsed her down. The overseer released the locks on her tail and removed it. Then, each using a soft bristle brush, Tamar in back and Jasmine in front, washed Tawnie from head to hoof. They were having a great time laughing and giggling and throwing the lather at one another. Even Tawnie, who was trying hard to be the perfect pony, burst out laughing.

Just then Sylvia came in. “Well Princess, I see that you two are doing a splendid job of washing down your mare. It’s too bad there’s more soap on you two then on her.”

“Well she started it,” said Jasmine, pointing to Tamar, trying to contain her giggling.

“It was not,” said Tamar, “she started it,” giggling, pointing to Jasmine.

“Oh, I see, if not you two then it must be Tawnie that started all this,” said Sylvia, trying hard not to laugh. “I guess that I will have to punish Tawnie for throwing lather and laughing.”

Tawnie looked forlorn, now she was going to be punished for laughing at her mistress.

“Oh, no, do not punish her,” cried Jasmine, “It’s all my fault, she was chained to the rafter. She didn’t do anything wrong!”

At this point Sylvia started to laugh. “All right, now let’s get this little mare cleaned up and I will teach you how to shave and prepare her for milking.

“Yes ma’am,” said Princess Jasmine, as she finished washing Tawnie, making sure she paid special attention to her breast and mound as Tamar made sure her back and anus was clean.

After toweling Tawnie down, Sylvia had her spread her legs wide ready to be shaved. This was the part that Tawnie loved best, the gentle way Sylvia maneuvered the razor around her nether rings, gently tugging on her clit chain while she worked. God, she was wet, her juices started to flow, anymore and she would orgasm on the spot.

After her wash-down Sylvia, Jasmine and Tamar led Tawnie to the milk room where she was bent over the milk bench and buckled on in preparation for her milking. Sylvia showed Jasmine how to wash Tawnie’s nipples with a little alcohol to sterilize them. This had the effect of stimulating her nipples, making them stand out proud and erect. Tawnie enjoyed being milked; it not only started her juices flowing, but released the pressure from her milk filled breasts.

As Sylvia began to gently tug and kneed Tawnie’s nipple between her fingers, Tawnie started to lactate, filling the stainless steel pail. When finished with her left teat, she had Jasmine milk her right teat. Tawnie was led to her stall, the chain attached to her collar, her tail inserted and her arms locked behind her back. She was bedded down for the night.

It wasn’t fifteen minutes had passed that Jasmine came running back to the stable and into Tawnie’s stall. Upon seeing her owner, Tawnie immediately knelt with her head bowed touching the floor. “You may stand; I forgot to give you a hug goodnight.” She put her arms around Tawnie and gave her a big hug. She whispered in her ear, “I love you Tawnie! You’re my best birthday present ever,” then proceeded to give her a kiss on the forehead.

Tawnie stood there mesmerized, that was the first time since becoming a pony that anyone showed true affection towards her. Her heart swelled with pride knowing that she was truly loved.

Tawnie woke in her beautiful straw laid stall and stretched luxuriously. Her owner would soon come around the stables to spend a leisurely hour or so in grooming and milking of the pampered mare. She felt the weight on her chest of her swelling breasts, which Princess Jasmine delighted to play with, and draw the full basinful every morning. The princess always took a long time milking her lovely mare, often helping herself to the first drink from a nipple, licked and prepared by her own lips for the delightful treat.

This morning Jasmine paid particular attention to her charge's grooming, making up her eyes with shadow, adding long false eyelashes, and lathering her vulva and arm pits before shaving to keep her perfectly depilated. Tawnie began to realize that she was being brought to her perfection of attraction.

* * * * *

The lovely Tawnie, a one-time college student (named Sue) and now a prized pony at the luxurious stables of a wealthy North African Sheik, is now a highly trained mare, fully broken to the bridle, bit, and harness. But she loves her submissive position, petted and milked every day by the Sheik's daughter, Jasmine, who spends long hours beside the mare in her stable, stroking and fondling her.

I really enjoy a fast spin with the Princess in the surrey. There is a sense of pride in my magnificent nakedness, strapped tightly in my exquisitely fashioned harness, the bridle on my head, with my plume flowing in the wind, responding instantly to the reins with my head proud and the bit gripped in my salivating mouth.

When Jasmine, the sheik’s eighteen-year-old daughter, my owner, oils me all over and dusts me with powder, particularly on my luscious bottom and vulva, I know that we’re going for another ride, or to a showing.

The lovely Tawnie stretched herself languidly in her stall. She had had fresh straw the previous evening, and the princess had merely tethered her on a long lead from the heavily jeweled collar with which she had the smithy fabricate and place around the neck of her beloved mare.

She shook out her tawny mane; she sensed the tightness in her full bosom as they swung free. The beautiful mare was conscious of the grace of her full rounded hindquarters beneath the slender waist, and remembered the tawny tail, that matched her mane, which the Sheik's daughter loved to brush.

The princess brought a pretty young girl about her own age into the stable to show off her lovely mare. “Tamar, you remember Tawnie, my pretty pony. Tawnie, bow for my friend like I taught you, my pet.”

Tawnie drew herself up, arched her back proudly, and flaring out her buttocks, swinging her breasts, gave a little pout of a smile. She brought forward her left hoof, about eighteen-inches, leaned back, and gracefully bent at the waist, her head bowed in submission.

Although she still felt a twinge of embarrassment whenever others inspected and admired her body, nakedness was now second nature to her.

Tawnie stood proud and erect as the Princess prepared her for their daily excursion. The Princess applied a light coat of scented oils on her mare’s breasts and pubic area.

The mare stood proud and erect before the admiring young girl, as she swished her tail round her hindquarters. Then came the harnessing, and with her tail flowing down between her legs, the graceful mare placed her feet together and stuck her beautiful rounded buttocks out, ready for the whip. A quick flick of the whip, a flick of the reins at her bit, and the mare was off at a steady trot, her tail swishing round her quarters.

The summer was now winding down and it was time for Jasmine to return to school. She was going to attend college at the same school that Tamar was attending, who was one semester ahead. It would be fun being with an old friend being so far away from home. The one thing she would miss most will be her prized mare. ‘Who will take care of her the way I do,’ she thought. ‘Who will love her as much as me? Oh, I know Sylvia will care for her like she cares for all her charges, but---! I know I will ask Father if I can take her with me, they must have a riding course that I can take, and be able to stable Tawnie there.’

“Jasmine, I am sure that they have a riding course at school but they will never allow you to keep a ponygirl in a stable. They do not understand our ways.”

The next day was a very hectic one for Jasmine; she had to pack her personal belongings, say goodbye to the staff. To Jasmine this was the worst day in her young life, having to say goodbye to her friends. Even though they may be slaves, she considered them friends.

But most of all she had to say goodbye to her beloved pony. Her last ride with Tawnie was to the plane. She hitched Tawnie to the surrey and went for a long ride. “I know that you do not understand, but I must leave to go back to school. I wish I could take you with me but daddy says that they would not allow me to have you and would take you away from me. I will come back for winter break and spend all my time with you.”

With tears in her eyes, she boarded the plane.