My wife is a ponygirl. She’s been that way since our wedding night five years ago. She said she always wanted to give it a try and it was a “pleasure to serve under me”. Since that day, she’s pulled my cart to work everyday. And when I’m finished, she’s right there in the place I’ve parked her ready to take me home again.

This weekend, we’re going to the cabin with a couple of friends. They’re just like us. He’s a co-worker of mine and his wife is a ponygirl as well. We both figured it’d be a great opportunity to give the two of them some run around room where they can frolic and play.

I’m on my way to work now watching my ponygirls bare ass twist from side to side with each step. There’s rope sticking up her crack that meets up with rope that goes around her chest. The same rope then rides up to her collar made of rope. She seems to love it since she’s never complained one bit about it. I even thought she would draw the line when it came to twisting the rope around both of her breasts. But, she just looked at me as I tightened the ropes until it became hard to tell where her nipples were exactly. She’s walking barefoot and she’s biting down on a piece of wood that is kept there with rope wrapped around her face forming an “x” in between her eyes and over her nose. I keep telling her that she’ll get a rubber bit as soon as it comes in the mail, and as for shoes…well, that’s the same thing. Again she didn’t seem to mind. She walks the exact same trail every day over gravel and such for an hour every day.

The trail we take goes through the Kokahala Trail in British Columbia. It’s quite high and if you’re not careful, you’ll be taking quick flying lessons. We don’t stay on the trail for long, it’s just a shorter route than to just take the town road.

Every night when we get back, I let my ponygirl rest in the basement. I tie her up to the staircase so she can get some more exercise when she wants it. Then, after a few hours, I’ll come down and feed her water and grains. Sometimes I’ll spoil her and give her oats. She really loves it when I pet her head as she eats. I tell her that when she has a tail, she’ll be shaking her ass to wag it when I do that. She always nods in agreement.

Most nights she’ll sleep downstairs in the basement, but on nights when I’m feeling rather horny, she’ll bunk with me. I really do spoil her with all the attention I give her. That’s what my co-worker tells me when I talk about my latest sexcapades with my ponygirl.

Sometimes when I feel stressed about work, my ponygirl will allow me to take it out on her with the whip. She doesn’t talk because I never remove the bit, but I know she wants it to happen because she wants to see me happy. And when I’m finished, I don’t bother her anymore, I leave her to recuperate. I do indeed spoil my ponygirl.

Yep, just a couple more days until we finally go to the cabin for the weekend. My ponygirl has been looking so forward to this. And why not? Unlike when my friend visits my place at night, she gets to run free. When he usually comes, we locked them both up in the same cage where they can talk girl talk while we men do manly things. She really gets a kick when I tell her that as I close the padlock.

We’ll have the baby sitter over for a couple of nights to watch over our 2 year-old daughter. I really don’t like her. I find her too uppity and I hate that in people. She’ll probably bring her friends over and throw a party or something. But it’s already been arranged, she’s watching her right now for the day. She’s out of school so I guess she can do that. But if I find a way to get rid of her, I can hire someone more trustworthy.

And when I look at my ponygirl, I realize what I can do. After I pull hard on the reins, I tell her to make a U-Turn. “We’re going home” I tell her. The look on her face is priceless. She loves walking the roads like this, especially looking like this. So to turn around is like entering heaven for her.

So that’s it. Our daughter should be asleep right now so we can go in and not have to worry about her that much. I’ll go in and grab the baby sitter, bring her down to the basement, tear off her clothing and wrap her up in ropes so she becomes a twin to my ponygirl right now. Then I’ll bring her outside and attach her to the cart. Then, with a simple whip, I’ll watch her ass sway from side to said as she walks the trail. Hopefully I can get her to cry that would be great. Then I’d know I removed her attitude and that I have her complete obedience. My ponygirl would love that since she loves working in pairs. Watching another girl pull the cart right alongside her really turns her on because every time that happens, we’re up in bed later that night.

Man, won’t my friend be surprised when I bring both. He’ll be so jealous of me and I’d gloat about it while the three of them run around. No, that little bitch won’t be allowed to run. She’ll have to stay by me on a leash. I won’t spoil her like I do this one. She’ll eat second and an hour later, she’ll sleep in a kennel, I’ll whip her every night. I can’t wait until I can finally get her calling me Master.

And then I notice it. The heavy breeze comes as a complete shock at first, but as I see the ground come closer I realize something; my wife really hated being a ponygirl.