THE ONE POUND PONYGIRL - 8

by Geetwo

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CHAPTER 8

Monday had come and gone and Gabrielle had not been freed to return to her job at the Bank.

She had tried to reason with her Master, pointing out that she had a career and a life and an apartment of her own, all of which required her attention if she was to earn the money to pay her rent and bills.

But he simply nodded at everything she said, then told her that all she had to do was concentrate on her new career as his pony-girl, because that was her life from now on and he would take care of everything else.

She couldn’t sway him and when he reminded her cheerfully that she had agreed to become his pony-girl and signed a Bill of Sale transferring ownership of her to him, she unwisely protested that it was only a silly piece of paper that had no legal status and didn’t really mean anything.

Technically, of course, she was right, but as he frowned and snapped that whether it was legal or not, it meant exactly what it said and that as far as he was concerned, she was his until she paid back her purchase price, Gabrielle understood that he had no intention of letting her go.

Because the one-pound coin she had jokingly accepted as the price of her “sale” to him, was presumably still in his pocket and with her purse at his apartment, she had no means of buying back her freedom……………

And before her whirling brain could come up with a way out of her situation, her Master decided that he had heard enough and ended the matter by buckling the bit-gag into her mouth.

Reduced to impotent silence, she could only follow helplessly as he leashed her and took her out to the barn to continue her training, her anxious eyes mirroring the turmoil of her thoughts as she was forced to accept that her job and apartment and normal, safe, everyday routine were gone and would never return.

She was the collared, harnessed pony-girl of her determined and demanding Master and for as long as he chose to keep her, she knew she would have no choice but to obey and serve him as perfectly as she could, submitting fully to his wishes and orders and striving to please him in whatever manner he required of her.

Circling the post in the barn with her body beautifully presented and her knees lifting high in the graceful, sensual display of her obedience to the commands and whip of her Master, Gabrielle shivered as her nipples stiffened and her sex grew moist to the thrillingly erotic knowledge that she was no longer merely playing the part, but had actually become a true…and permanent…pony-girl.

For, even though she still found it hard to believe that any man would go to such lengths to possess a woman as ordinary and unremarkable as she had always considered herself to be, there was no denying the flattering truth that Matthew had wanted her so much that he had been prepared to risk everything to have her for himself, regardless of the dangers or even of her own preferences in the matter.

Whether she wished it or not, he had made her his and as her belly churned with fierce heat, Gabrielle knew that she was…………..

For good or ill, she had accepted her fate and as she welcomed the delicious pleasure that her willing surrender sent rippling through her body and mind, she fervently hoped and believed that the incredible sexual rewards her obedience and submission would bring her, would compensate for the discomfort, humiliation and strict discipline that she would have to endure……………….

In the days that followed, neither she nor her Master referred to the brief argument and her training continued exactly as if nothing had happened, her skills improving rapidly under the twin stimuli of his whip and her own determined efforts to prove to him that she was capable of reaching the standards he set.

Obviously pleased by her willingness and hard work, he kept his promise and rewarded her efforts with frequent stimulation of her breasts and belly and as Gabrielle became conditioned to associate unquestioning obedience with the devastating arousal his touch brought her, she thought less and less often of her former life and simply accepted her new role.

And when the weather finally improved enough to dry out the paddock, her training was moved outdoors for the first time.

To begin with, Gabrielle found the change not to her liking, for although the fresh air was invigorating and the warm sunshine a welcome improvement, she could not help but be intensely conscious of her naked breasts and belly and buttocks.

Inside the house and barn she had grown used to being displayed in her harness, but to be outside where strangers might see her, was deeply unsettling and affected her concentration.

For a short while, her Master made allowances for her concerns, assuring her that the paddock was totally private and that she need not worry about being seen, but despite his assertions and encouragement, Gabrielle’s performance remained well below his required standard.

After several circuits of the paddock with no improvement, he ordered her to halt, then walked over to her and delivered an ultimatum.

Holding her anxious eyes with a hard, flat stare, he told her that although he understood her fears and knew how difficult it was for her to keep her mind on her work, she was a pony-girl under training and no matter what distractions might be going on around her, or how nervous or worried she might be about being seen by other people, such things were not her concern.

As her Master, he and he alone would decide whether to put her on public display and when and if he did, she would be given no choice in the matter.

All she needed to worry about was satisfying him and at the moment, she was failing and his patience was wearing dangerously thin.

So she had best start paying attention, or it was going to be a very long and painful day for her……

The warning was unmistakable and as Gabrielle understood that it was her last and that if she ignored its clear message, he would not hesitate to use the long coach-whip in his right hand, he turned and walked away and picked up the lunge-rein attached to her bit.

“Walk on,” he called and at the same time, sent the whip hissing through the air to land with a sharp “crack” on the smooth curve of her naked flank.

Considerably harder than the usual flicks she was accustomed to receiving, the lash burned a line of cruel heat into her flesh and as she winced and lifted her knees high in the smooth, even paces of the walk, the painful smarting told her more clearly than any words, that her Master was not going to be content with anything less than her perfect and unhesitating obedience.

“Into the trot…now,” the command was accompanied by a second, equally hard lash and as scorching heat blazed across her thigh, Gabrielle gasped in anguish and doubled her speed, her legs pumping, breasts bouncing and the hobble-chain between her knees jingling as she was forced to comply.

Just as in the barn, she trotted in a wide circle with her Master at its centre…but not so wide that she was ever out of range of his whip…and as she was instantly punished for every tiny error or hesitation she made, the absolute necessity for her to devote her entire attention and effort to maintaining the perfectly smooth and even gait he demanded, drove out all her fears and anxieties about whether she was being watched by strangers.

If she was, there was nothing she could do about it and in any case, her Master’s displeasure was a far more immediate and painful threat.

Focused solely on her own performance, she trotted around and around the paddock in the graceful, high-stepping rhythm she had been trained to achieve and as her Master lowered his whip and nodded in satisfaction, Gabrielle found that she was really beginning to enjoy herself.

The warm sun on her body, the delicate scent of trees and wild flowers in her nostrils, the rustle of grass under her feet, all combined with the familiar and comforting tightness of her harness and corset to give her a sense of well-being and security that was delightfully relaxing.

She was a pony-girl being trained by her Master and all she had to do was obey.

No decisions to make, no choices to consider, no bills to pay or deadlines to meet, no more pretending that she was something she was not in order to gain advantage or promotion ahead of her rivals at the Bank…and best of all, no need any longer to hide her deepest physical needs and desires…………..

Delicious warmth percolated through her belly in anticipation of the moment when she would be rewarded for her efforts and as she visualised the instant and uncontrollable passion that his touch would send raging through her body, Gabrielle shivered in fierce need.

Knowing that her desires enslaved her even more effectively than the straps and chains of her Master’s bondage and that when he chose to take her, she would surrender and serve him deeply and fully, her submission to his thrilling dominance and power over her, that of a true and willing pony-slave……………..

During her second week of captivity and training, the lunge-rein she was accustomed to was replaced by a pair of normal reins clipped to the rings of her bit and instead of circling around her Master, Gabrielle was required to walk and trot ahead of him, her speed and direction indicated by the pressure of the reins at her mouth.

It was a strange sensation, for with her head and neck immobilised by her posture collar, she could only look directly ahead and was unable to see him or anticipate his wishes, her instructions coming only in the form of the uncomfortable dragging of her bit across her tongue and at the corners of her soft lips.

And as she soon discovered, the tugging of the reins was not only uncomfortable, but quite irresistible, for if she was slow to understand or act on their commands, a sharp tug by her Master was enough to turn discomfort to a painful sawing of the bit at her lips and tongue, compelling her obedience.

With, as ever, the ultimate sanction of his whip if she was foolish enough to persist……………

But to Gabrielle, the worst part of her new training sessions was her Master’s silence, for after the first, when he accompanied the reins’ instructions with verbal confirmation, he didn’t speak to her and made her turn left and right and vary her speed with separate and thankfully, simple variations of pressure and angle.

She found it highly embarrassing, for instead of even the doubtful courtesy of a one-way conversation, she was forced to respond just as a real pony would, her actions directed by the bit and reins she wore and the whip she could not evade.

And, just like a real pony, she had no choice but to learn to interpret the silent signals and act on them, whether she liked it or not.

It was not particularly difficult because her Master’s signals were quite clear, but his refusal to talk to her intensified her feelings of helplessness as she understood that he was quite deliberately teaching her to obey as any mute, harnessed farm animal or domestic pet would.

With the added incentive of a reward after each session as her offered breasts and sex were caressed and stimulated until her belly swirled with deliciously erotic heat that only a full climax could assuage……………

Gabrielle was perfectly aware that her Master was conditioning her to accept his authority and that each time she submitted to his will, it reinforced his determination…but knowing it and combating it were two very different things, for as his power over her increased, her ability and desire to resist grew weaker as she became accustomed to the undeniable pleasures her situation forced upon her.

Harnessed by day and chained in her stable by night, she had no choice and as her Master aroused her, took her and sent her hurtling into the explosive orgasms of a genuine pony-slave, the last remnants of Gabrielle’s defiance were consumed in the raging fires of her passion and she screamed an ecstatic welcome to the fate she could no longer escape…………even if she wanted to…………………



To be continued...