Jane Everson didn’t believe in buying expensive birthday presents for her boyfriends.

As far as she was concerned, it was their job to pamper and spoil her, not the other way around and if they didn’t happen to see things her way, then she had no compunction about dumping them and moving on.

After all, with her looks and figure, all she had to do was crook a finger and men came running……

Her latest conquest, a thirty year old website designer called Michael, had replaced her former lover, Steve, a professional photographer, when the latter had refused to buy her a particularly costly diamond bracelet that she had set her heart on.

There was no way she would put up with that sort of treatment and he had had to go, even though she had quite liked him and had enjoyed having him as her lover.

Wearing nothing but a pair of black mules with 4-inch heels and a tiny deep-blue satin thong that barely covered her neatly-trimmed triangle of jet-black pubic hair, Jane walked across the expanse of beautifully varnished oak boards that was the floor of her luxurious penthouse apartment…rented for her by Steve and still with three months to run…towards the bedroom, her firm 34C breasts and small, rose-pink nipples barely quivering as she moved, testifying to the effectiveness of the fitness regime she followed to keep her slender twenty-five year old body in perfect shape.

In the bedroom, she rummaged through drawers until she found what she was looking for.

It was a photograph of her, taken by Steve, showing her lying on her stomach on the oak floor completely naked, resting on her elbows with her knees bent, lower legs raised and ankles crossed, toes gracefully pointed, looking into the camera with a sexy, inviting half-smile on her moist, scarlet-painted lips.

Beneath it, in bold, flowing script, the words, “The Jane Gift Token – Redeemable at Holder’s Discretion – Satisfaction Guaranteed – Your Wish Is My Command - Valid One Year”

Jane nodded, still pleased with herself for coming up with the idea.

She knew it would turn Michael on to think that he could “buy” her body with the token…and even better, it didn’t cost her a penny.

Men were so shallow and easy to manipulate, especially where sex was concerned.

Poor Steve never even got to use the token she had given him……….

Smiling at the thought, she began to get ready for her date with Michael, calculating that two more sessions in his bed should be just about enough to soften him up for her to “suggest” that she was due another present.

She still wanted that diamond bracelet…………..

Jane didn’t really want to go for a drive in the country, she was a city girl and would have much preferred to be taken to an expensive restaurant for lunch, followed by shopping…on Michael’s credit card, of course…and a night out clubbing.

But it was his birthday, so after just enough of a whinge to let him know that she was only doing it for him, she let him have his way.

It was quite a long drive and after an hour or more, she was so bored with trees and fields and country lanes that she stopped taking any notice and fell into a light doze.

She had no idea where she was when Michael stopped, but it seemed to be some sort of farm, because when she opened her eyes, the car was parked in front of large, square house of age-mellowed yellowish stone, flanked on one side by a huge wooden barn and on the other by a grassy paddock with a twin-rail log fence enclosing it.

“Where are we now?” she asked peevishly, “I thought we were going back to town?”

“Not just yet, Jane,” Michael replied calmly, walking around the car to open her door and help her out, “I’ve got something I want to show you. Come on.”

“What, in this dump?” Jane scowled, “Oh, all right. If I must,” she sulked as he took her hand and led her to a low door at the side of the barn.

The room she entered was long and narrow and it took her eyes several seconds to adjust to its cool dimness after the bright sunshine outside.

When they had, she saw that it was some sort of store for riding equipment and although she knew next to nothing about horses, she had seen enough on television to recognise bridles and reins and what she thought were probably mouth-bits hanging on hooks all around the walls.

“Tack?” she asked doubtfully, “Isn’t that what all this stuff’s called, Michael?”

“Very good,” he nodded cheerfully, “Tack, it is.”

“So, what is it you wanted me to see?”

“You’re looking at it.”

“But there’s nothing here. Only all this stuff for horses.”

“Hmm. Well, nearly right, Jane. Only I don’t see any horses, do you?”

“Well, not here, no. But they must be around here somewhere, mustn’t they? I mean, what’s the point of having all this if there aren’t any horses?”

“Yes. A bit odd, isn’t it? Mind you, don’t you think it all looks a bit small to fit a horse?”

“How should I know?” Jane snapped, fed up with the subject, “Who cares? Maybe they’ve got very small horses.”

“Or perhaps it’s not for a horse at all? Maybe it’s for a different animal. A pet of some sort.”

“Like what?” she retorted sarcastically, “A goldfish? Canary? How about a hamster? Don’t be stupid, Michael. What else would it fit but a horse?”

His eyes glittered, “Oh, I don’t know, Jane,” he said coolly, “It looks like it would fit you.”

Her jaw dropped and she gaped at him in astonishment for several seconds, then she managed to splutter, “Me? Are you crazy? What do you mean, it would fit me?”

He spread his hands and shrugged, then pointed to a collection of black leather straps and gleaming steel rings that hung from a hook behind her, “Well, I reckon that one’s about your size.”

She whirled around and as she saw that the harness didn’t look like anything she’d ever seen on a horse…but closely resembled the sort of raunchy things that were often displayed in the windows of sex-shops…she turned back and glared suspiciously at Michael.

“What’s going on here?” she demanded, “That’s not for any dam’ horse and you know it, Michael. What is this place and why are we here?”

He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the birthday card she had given him that morning.

The “Jane Gift Token” with her nude picture on it.

“I thought I might redeem this,” he smiled, “I’ve always wanted my own ponygirl.”

“You must be joking,” her refusal was instant and unthinking, “Not a chance, so forget it.”

His smile snapped off, “Now that’s not very nice, Jane. It’s rude to give someone a present and then take it back, you know. Especially if you’re hoping for a present yourself.”

Jane understood the hint immediately.

He was talking about the diamond bracelet she had been angling for.

No Jane in the ponygirl harness, no bracelet………………

It took her less than two seconds to weigh-up the unspoken deal and make her choice.

She put on her best “I’m really, really sorry” face and let her voice tremble just a little, as if she was ashamed of herself.

“Yes, Michael. You’re quite right,” she murmured humbly, letting her eyes drop, “I shouldn’t have said that. Please forgive me, darling. I was just…surprised…but I really do mean what the card says. About your wish being my command. So, if you still want me to wear that harness…………..”

She let her voice trail into silence, watching him to see if her act had taken him in.

His frown slowly faded and as he nodded, “I do, Jane. I think you’ll make a superb ponygirl,” she kept her gaze down to hide the triumph in her eyes.

“Like taking candy from a baby,” she thought scornfully, “I should have been an actress and if audiences are as easy to fool as him, I’d have had a cupboard full of Oscars. But I’ll settle for diamonds.”

“You’ll have to strip off, of course,” Michael’s voice broke through he thoughts and she looked up to see him lift the harness from its hook.

“Hang on,” she protested, “I can’t do that here. What if someone walks in? I thought….I assumed you’d want me to wear it back at your place.”

He seemed genuinely surprised, “My place? Whatever for? Ponygirls belong on a farm like this one. With a nice big barn and a paddock to trot around.”

“But…But what about…people? There must be somebody around here and what happens if they see me?”

“Oh, you needn’t worry about that,” his casual reply stunned her, “They’re used to seeing ponygirls being trained and exercised around here. This is a ponygirl farm. It’s how they make their living. Just ignore anyone you see.”

“Ignore them?” Jane’s voice rose to an indignant squeak, “How can I ignore them? Dammit, Michael, I’ll be naked.”

“Now, don’t exaggerate, Jane,” he grinned broadly, “You won’t be naked….just virtually naked.”

For a moment, she trembled on the verge of slapping him and walking out, diamond bracelet or no diamond bracelet.

But then wiser, or perhaps, just more greedy counsels prevailed and she forced a smile, “If that’s what you really want, darling.”

“It is,” he assured her firmly, “So let’s get started.”

For the first time in years, Jane felt embarrassment as she took her clothes off in front of a man and as Michael subjected her nude body to an appreciative scrutiny, she couldn’t stop a deep red blush colouring her face and neck.

“You’re going to make a fantastic ponygirl,” he told her, “I can’t wait to see you properly harnessed.”

Seen close-up, the harness was beautifully made and extremely functional, its wide, triple-stitched leather straps and stainless steel linking-rings lying flat against her skin as Michael tightened the buckles to confine her in its snug embrace.

From the high collar around her throat, a multiplicity of straps ensnared her body vertically and horizontally, above, below and between her breasts, supporting, separating and displaying the taut globes, then encircling her waist and hips before descending to pass between her thighs and up between her bottom cheeks to rejoin the other straps at the small of her back

Jane quite liked the feeling, as if she was being hugged by strong arms, but was a little nervous about the two tight straps that passed on either side of her sex, framing her labia and clitoris and making them protrude lewdly.

That was humiliating, but she consoled herself with thoughts of diamonds and kept her doubts to herself.

Michael stepped back and gave a low whistle, “Wow, Jane, you look terrific. How does the harness feel? Try walking around to make sure it doesn’t pinch you or anything.”

She walked to the far end of the room and back again, wriggling her body in the straps, “I guess it’s comfortable enough,” she admitted unwillingly, “But it’s damned embarrassing parading about with my…my breasts and bum on show like this.”

He chuckled softly, “Most women would kill to have breasts and a bum like yours, Jane,” he told her, “You’ve got a great body and you know it, so don’t try and tell me you don’t enjoy showing it off.”

“Well…yes,” she agreed, “I do. But only to you, not half the countryside.”

His smile didn’t waver and Jane knew he wasn’t going to relent.

“All right, Michael,” she said resignedly, “I’ll wear it for you, but I just hope you appreciate how difficult this is for me.”

“I know, Jane,” he nodded solemnly, “But once you’re all kitted-up, I’ve got a surprise for you. A girl’s best friend, if you know what I mean.”

Jane stared at him and her brain raced, the tune of the old classic song, “Diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” running through her mind.

“Oh, darling,” she said, her eyes sparkling, “You’re the most wonderful man I’ve ever met and I love you so much.”

Or at least I love your credit-card, she thought to herself…and made quite sure her true feelings didn’t show………..

She had to put on a real act to keep the smile on her face when he brought over a pair of wide leather cuffs and asked her to put her crossed arms behind her back so that he could secure her wrists.

“Um…I’m not too happy about this, Michael,” she said nervously, “Do I have to be tied up? Couldn’t I just pretend? I promise I’ll keep my hands behind me and do whatever you tell me.”

“But that wouldn’t be the same at all,” he replied, “Not half as much fun as having you properly harnessed. Sorry, Jane, it’s either the full thing or it’s no deal and we call it off right now.”

He was clearly determined and as she gave in and placed her arms at the small of her back, Jane decided that his kinky little game was going to cost him the pair of diamond earrings that went with the bracelet.

Unused to such things, she hadn’t noticed that the cuffs were riveted back-to-back, so that when he tightened them and snapped the catches closed, she found her crossed wrists held closely together, with no hope of getting her fingers anywhere near the locks.

For the first time in her life, she was helpless and when he buckled a second set of cuffs just above her knees, she gazed down past her bared breasts at the 9-inch length of strong, gleaming chain that linked and hobbled her slim legs, realising that it would restrict her to short, unnatural steps.

When he clipped a leather leash to a ring on the front of her collar, she started to get really worried.

And was soon a lot more worried as he towed her across to the room, fed her leash through a head-high ring set into the brickwork and pulled it tight, then knotted it to leave her standing with her face only a few inches from the wall.

She couldn’t move back or turn to see what he was doing and as the realisation of how defenceless she was sank into her brain, she jerked her head, trying to break the leash.

All she succeeded in doing was to tighten the collar at her neck and as the leather constricted her throat, she gasped in alarm.

“Michael. Let me go. Please, I’m frightened, darling. I don’t like this and I want out.”

The only response was a soft chuckle and before she knew what was happening, a leather strap was around her ankles and firmly buckled.

“No,” she squealed, swaying dangerously, “Let me go, Michael. Untie me, dammit or I’ll…I’ll……”

“Or you’ll what, Jane? Dump me? Find yourself another man to buy you expensive presents in return for letting him screw you? Or maybe you think you can go running back to Steve. You must remember him, surely? The man who’s still paying for the penthouse you kicked him out of?”

The mocking words sent an icy ripple up Jane’s spine.

“Wh…What are you t…talking about?” she stammered, “And how…how do you know about St…Steve?”

“Oh, Steve and I have been mates a long time, Jane” he chuckled, “Since well before he met you, in fact. He told me all about you and warned me that you were a greedy little bitch who’d do just about anything for expensive jewellery.”

“No,” Jane tried to protest, “It’s not true…………..,” but Michael wasn’t finished and as he simply ignored her, her eyes widened in growing dismay.

“So when you dumped him, Steve and I got together and came up with a plan to see just how far you’d go to get your hands on that diamond bracelet you want so much. That’s why you’re here and wearing that ponygirl harness.”

“But…But…?” she moaned, “Wh…What are you going to d…do?”

“Why don’t you tell her, Steve,” he replied casually and as Jane heard footsteps approaching from behind her, she yanked vainly at the cuffs securing her wrists.

“Nice to see you again, Jane. Especially like that.”

Jane recognised the voice instantly and her face flamed a vivid scarlet, shamefully-aware of her nudity and helplessness before her current and former lovers.

“You should have told me you were into bondage and pony-play, Jane,” Steve chuckled mockingly, “I’d probably have bought you that bracelet if I’d known.”

Embarrassed and stung by his tone, Jane snapped, “I’m not into…into all that kinky stuff. And certainly not with you. I want out of this damn harness and I want out right now.”

The only response was a cruelly-hard smack applied to her left bottom-cheek and two deep chuckles as she yelped in pain, “Oww! That hurt. What do you think you’re doing, you creeps? Let me go. Oh, I’ll slaughter you when I get loose.”

“What makes you think you’re going to get loose?” Steve’s voice, filled with amusement.

“That’s right, Jane. You’re not going anywhere for quite a while,” that was Michael.

“What? But…But I’m not staying here. You can’t keep me tied up,” Jane protested, “You just can’t. I’ve got things to do. Friends….”

Her voice trailed into silence as Jane realised the inaccuracy of what she had just said.

She had lots of acquaintances, but no real, close friends and the things she had to do were only appointments with her hairdresser and fitness-trainer and at the beauty salon.

None of whom would worry if she didn’t turn up.

In her single-minded pursuit of what she considered the “good things” of life…and the lovers who could supply them…she had isolated herself and as it dawned on her that for over a year she hadn’t had much contact with anybody other than Steve and Michael, an icy ripple of apprehension raced up her naked spine.

“Uh…Michael?” she urged nervously, “Let me go, eh? Please, darling. You’re frightening me.”

“Just relax, Jane,” he replied, “I’ll let you go as soon as you’ve honoured our deal.”

For a moment, she couldn’t think what he meant, then she remembered agreeing to be what he had called properly harnessed.

“But I’m already wearing the harness,” she protested, “I thought that was the deal.”

“Not quite. You aren’t bridled and bitted yet.”

Jane swallowed hard, not at all sure about having still more leather fastened onto her body and a steel bit wedged between her jaws.

Especially with Steve watching.

But she knew she didn’t really have any choice, not with her arms and legs already bound.

Better to give in gracefully and get it over with than have them force her to submit.

She took a deep breath, “Very well, darling. Make me a proper ponygirl and let’s get it over with, then.”

Facing the blank wall and unable to turn her head, Jane couldn’t see what was going on behind her and had only a momentary glimpse of the bridle as it descended over her head and the bit pressed against her closed lips.

“Open, ponygirl,” Michael ordered and as Jane obeyed reluctantly, the U-shaped, rubber-covered steel bar slipped into her mouth, locating itself firmly between her back teeth with its two cross-pieces pressing down on her tongue and pinning it to the floor of her mouth.

Even before the bridle was tightened, Jane would have had great difficulty ejecting the bit from her mouth, but when the numerous straps were buckled tightly over and around her head and under her chin, there was not the faintest hope.

And she couldn’t make a single intelligible sound, her efforts to speak producing only a series of wordless grunts and nasal whines.

Shocked by how effectively the bit gagged her, Jane couldn’t even argue as the strap around her ankles was removed to allow her to be fitted with a pair of knee-high leather boots boasting sharply-pointed toes and pencil-thin 7-inch heels.

A full two inches higher than anything she had ever worn before, the heels forced her onto the tips of her toes and made her keep her calves and thighs absolutely straight and as the unnatural position caused an immediate ache in her leg muscles, she could only hope that she wouldn’t have to wear them for too long.

But Jane forgot all about her boots as a short, heavy chain was clipped to her wrist-cuffs and her arms were pushed up towards her shoulder-blades until the chain could be connected to a steel ring set into the crown of the bridle encircling her head.

The only way to relieve the pressure on her arms was to arch her neck and as her head went back, she found herself staring at a point half-way up the wall ahead of her and forced to maintain a haughty, chin-up posture with her head held so high that she could only see directly ahead by looking down past her own nose.

It was an extremely uncomfortable and deeply humiliating situation for Jane to be in, made worse for her by the presence of Steve and her knowledge that he was doubtless enjoying her discomfort and embarrassment….not to mention her nudity and helplessness.

When she got out of this, Jane decided, Michael was going to pay for subjecting her to such an indignity and if he thought she’d be willing to forgive him in return for a diamond bracelet and earrings, he was sadly mistaken.

It was going to cost him a lot more than that and she fully intended to enjoy a spending spree at his expense that would teach him not to play stupid, macho-man games with her.

But unfortunately for Jane, her plans for getting her own back on her lover failed to take into account the possibility that he also had a plan.

One that most definitely didn’t include a shopping-trip………….

Her first inkling that things might not be going in the direction she wanted and expected, came when Michael untied her leash from the ring and gave a firm tug, forcing her to turn to face him.

Jane glared at him, her eyes glittering with anger her gag prevented her from expressing.

How dare he order her about as if he owned her?

Just who did he think he was to treat her so badly?

If it wasn’t for the straps binding her arms, she would slap that damn smile clean off his smug face.

And Steve was no better, leaning casually against the wall and making no effort to conceal his amusement at her plight as Michael clipped a much longer leather leash to her bridle explaining that it was a lunge-rein and was used to keep a ponygirl under control while she was taught to walk and trot and canter in obedience to verbal commands.

She tried to resist, determined never to submit to such humiliation, but her collar and head-harness combined to limit her defiance to pitifully-weak and ineffectual shakes of her head and when Michael applied pressure to the lunge-rein and her collar tightened about her throat, Jane had no option but to walk towards him.

Almost falling at the very first step, because she had forgotten that her knees were hobbled and when the chain jerked taut, she stumbled and swayed dangerously, fighting to recover her balance on the ridiculously high heels she wore.

She stared imploringly at Michael, trying to make him understand that it was impossible for her to do what he wanted while she was so severely restricted by her bondage.

But his only response was to pull a second time and as she was forced to totter forward in the tiny, mincing steps imposed upon her, Jane gulped in alarm, realising that, impossible or not, he was going to make her obey him.

Her eyes bulged in stark disbelief as he led her across the tack-room and halted at a rack containing a wide selection of riding-crops and whips and she trembled wildly as he and Steve each selected long, evil-looking whips and gave several practise swings, sending the foot-long leather thongs at the tip of each whip hissing and cracking through the air before her.

Totally unnerved, Jane backed away until the rein at her bridle drew taut and she could retreat no farther, her eyes filled with anguished horror at the sheerly unthinkable prospect that the whips might be used on her.

Michael turned and frowned as the rein tightened, “Where do you think you’re going? I didn’t give you permission to move.”

As if in slow motion, Jane saw the whip draw back, then snap forward to land with a loud, sharp, “Crack” on her right hip and buttock.

For a frozen half-second, she felt nothing…then a line of blazing fire erupted through her flank and she screamed wildly, dancing from foot to foot, hobble-chains jingling as stinging heat burned into her skin.

“You weren’t given permission to scream, either,” Steve grinned, accompanying his words with a matching lash to her left buttock, catching her unprepared as she reacted helplessly to the first cruel blow.

Jane shrieked as the torment redoubled, wrenching madly at her bonds as she fought to get her hands to the vivid red stripes that glowed across her pale bottom-cheeks and throbbed with relentless pain that raged through her lower body, swamping her brain with distress signals from her outraged nerve-endings.

For a full sixty seconds, she writhed and squealed in shock, until, as the pain slowly reduced to a more bearable level, she raised her wide, frightened eyes to her captors.

Michael stared coldly at her, “That was a warning,” he said harshly, “A ponygirl does not move without permission. She does not make a sound without permission. She does nothing unless her owners order it either verbally or by using her reins. You are now a ponygirl and will be punished for any disobedience. As you are new to your harness, Steve and I will overlook your screams and struggles just this once. But from now on, you will be disciplined for any failing.”

Unwilling to believe what she was hearing, Jane scrutinised his stern face, hoping to see a hint of a smile or some indication that he was anything other than totally, horrifyingly serious.

But all she found was an implacable determination and as it dawned on her just how helpless she really was and how easy it would be for Michael and Steve to whip her again, she trembled wildly to the stunning realisation that she no longer had any control over what her two lovers might have planned for her.

Harnessed and bitted into speechless submission and with their whips enforcing her obedience, she could be made to do anything they wished and as her eyes grew round with fearful anxiety, Michael grinned.

“I see you’re starting to get the idea, Jane” he chuckled cruelly, “But just in case you still don’t get the full picture, I’ll make it clearer for you. You are now a ponygirl and Steve and I are your owners. Like I told you, this is a ponygirl farm and we arranged to bring you here so that you can be trained for us. We’re both too busy to do it ourselves, you see and in any case, we don’t have the expertise and facilities to spend time training you up to become an obedient and docile little pony. So we’ll be leaving you with the staff here to look after all that and we’ll be back to collect you when they’re satisfied that you’re fully trained.”

He checked his watch, “Still, we’ve got about an hour or so until we hand you over and we have the run of the place until then, so Steve and I are going to have a little fun with you before we go back to town.”

Jane tried to shake her head in protest at the awful future laid out for her by his words, but her collar and the chain joining her cuffs and bridle denied her even that futile gesture and as Michael shortened the lunge-rein, she was forced to totter forward until his fist was under her chin, holding her within inches of his muscular body.

The breath burst from her nose in an anguished squeal and she writhed helplessly as his free hand plunged between her naked thighs, his fingers invading her sex and his thumb pressing the exposed nub of her clitoris…..then she screamed again in despairing misery as Steve’s hands snaked around her body to seize her outthrust breasts, rolling and squeezing her nipples.

Defenceless and hopelessly vulnerable, Jane stood no chance whatever against the merciless assault and although she did her best to fight, it was only a matter of seconds before the intense sexual arousal overwhelmed her and her rapidly-stiffening nipples and a gush of hot juices into her sex betrayed the fierce need that filled her body.

Impervious to her bit-muffled cries and feeble struggles, her grinning captors…her owners…forced her to respond until her resistance weakened and she began to arch and buck against their hands in a way that told them more clearly than words, that Jane was sexually aroused by her plight.

As her excitement grew, her fear and anger was replaced by fierce heat and longing and as her belly swirled with ever-growing need, Jane resigned herself to the humiliating prospect of being made to climax by her current and former lovers and allowed herself to surrender to the devastating pleasure their hands forced upon her.

But, unfortunately for Jane, her two captors had a different plan in mind for her and when her body quivered and trembled to their touch, betraying the scorching intensity of the inferno of lust that permeated every fibre of her whole being, they stepped back and left her teetering on the very brink of a huge orgasm…but not quite able to come……………

Deprived of a climax that was just moments away, Jane squealed in dismay and stared pleadingly from one to the other, begging mutely for the touch that would grant her release.

Instead, Michael turned away and gave a sharp tug on her lunge-rein, dragging her towards the door, while Steve raised his whip and sent it cracking across her naked bottom, her muffled squeal of pained outrage and frustration bringing only callous chuckles from both men.

Bound as a ponygirl and unable to resist the leash at her collared throat, Jane was led outside, stumbling on her high heels and with the chain between her knees clinking at every step, her shame almost overwhelming her as warm sunshine bathed her nude breasts and belly and buttocks, revealing every detail of her harnessed and bridled body to the eyes of anyone who cared to glance in her direction.

A wild scream erupted from her bitted mouth as she saw three figures standing near the railed paddock and fought unavailingly against her restraints as she was towed towards them.

Desperate to cover herself, she bent double when Michael pulled her to his side, but her efforts only succeeded in exposing her bottom to Steve’s whip and earned her two stinging lashes that sent heat flaring through her unprotected flanks.

His cold order, “Stand up straight, ponygirl,” was accompanied by a second pair of painful whip-strokes and as Jane squealed in anguish, she jerked erect, realising that the only way to save her bottom from further punishment was to do as he said.

Through eyes blurred with tears of shame and misery, she saw two of the spectators, a man and a woman, grin in evident amusement….but it was the third figure who sent a chill of ice-cold shock through her reeling brain.

Clad in a gleaming black leather corset that compressed her waist to a size Jane had never dreamed of attaining and left her breasts and belly completely exposed, the woman was harnessed in much the same way as Jane herself, her arms clamped immovably behind her back, lips bisected by a thick bit-gag, perched on a pair of polished black leather boots with sky-scraper heels and with a leash curving down from her collared throat to the hand of the woman beside her.

Standing between the curved wooden shafts of a small two-wheeled carriage………….

And as Jane gaped at the sight of her near-twin, she knew with dreadful certainty that Michael and Steve had not been joking and really did intend to turn her into a docile and fully-trained ponygirl.

Just like the one who stood patiently with her owner, waiting obediently to be instructed what to do…….