The tall, casually-dressed man nodded a greeting to Michael and Steve, “Good afternoon, gentlemen and welcome to the farm. I take it that the young lady with you is Jane?”
“That’s right, Mr Smith,” Michael confirmed, “This is Jane and as you can see, she can’t wait to get started on her training.”
“Hmm,” the older man replied, noting the clearly-visible whip marks on Jane’s thighs and buttocks, “Perhaps you’re right, but it would appear that she was not quite as enthusiastic as you suggest and needed a little..ah..encouragement.”
Michael shrugged, “Well…just a bit,” he conceded, “This all came as a bit of a shock to her. I’m sure you know how it is.”
Mr Smith nodded gravely, “Oh, indeed I do,” he agreed, “Your young lady is by no means the first to suffer an attack of cold feet at this stage. Fortunately, however, Mrs Jones and I have considerable experience and expertise in such matters and I am quite sure that we will be able to overcome any temporary reluctance on Jane’s part and persuade her to cooperate.”
As he spoke, he turned his gaze on Jane, his dark eyes scanning her near-naked body from head to foot before coming to rest on her wide and frightened brown eyes.
For several seconds, Jane managed to hold his flat stare, but then the combination of her helpless nudity and the aura of casual authority and command he generated unnerved her, and she flushed in humiliation and dropped her eyes.
Furious with herself for showing weakness, Jane’s blush deepened as she heard the woman, Mrs Jones, give a soft chuckle, “Oh good. This one’s a spirited little filly and they’re always the most fun to break. Like dear little Tess here.”
Despite herself, Jane couldn’t resist looking up….and found Mrs Jones smiling at her, “That’s right, Jane. Have a good look. Ponygirls are inquisitive little pets and always like to know what’s going on.”
Reaching out, she rubbed the backs of her fingers over the exposed left nipple of the ponygirl who stood beside her, casually fondling and arousing her as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
It was an astonishing sight, but what made it even more astonishing to Jane, was the fact that the girl, Tess, was clearly delighted and grateful for the attention, her eyes sparkling with pleasure as she bent her head to the side and pressed her cheek against the shoulder of Mrs Jones.
“Good girl, Tess,” Mrs Jones cooed, giving the girl’s breast a final caress, “Back in position, dear,” and Jane gulped as Tess obeyed instantly, straightening her spine and displaying her body and her stiffly-erect nipple without hesitation.
“There you go, Jane,” Mrs Jones said calmly, “Wasn’t that nice. If you pay attention and work really hard, then that could be you in a few months. All set to obey and serve your owners.”
Jane couldn’t believe that the woman really seemed to think that she would accept being turned into a dumbly-obedient pet ponygirl, but when she saw Mr Smith nod in agreement, she realised that if she didn’t escape right that very minute, then that was exactly what the pair intended.
With a convulsive jerk of her neck, she tore her leash from Michael’s relaxed grasp and turned to run…….only to crash to the ground virtually at his feet as the short chain hobbling her knees sprang taut and tripped her.
Unable to use her arms to break her fall, Jane was dazed and winded by the impact, fighting to recover her breath and in no state to resist as Mr Smith pulled her to her feet and held her elbows in a painfully-tight grip.
“Now, that was not clever, Jane,” Mr Smith admonished her cheerfully, “Perfectly understandable, of course, but definitely not wise. You are here to be trained as a ponygirl and the sooner you understand that trying to resist will only result in punishment, the easier and less unpleasant your stay here will be. Defiance such as you have just shown would normally earn you a whipping, but as you are new and this is your first offence, perhaps we can settle for a lighter penalty. What do you say, Mrs Jones? The clamps, do you think?”
“Very suitable, Mr Smith,” the woman agreed, “I’m sure Jane will find them most instructive and appropriate for her new role and status.”
Jane didn’t find them anything of the sort, but with her wrists bound behind her and her elbows held by Mr Smith, she was powerless to prevent Mrs Jones from attaching a pair of spring-loaded clips to her tender nipples, the serrated jaws biting into her delicate flesh as the woman increased the tension until Jane squealed and writhed to the sharp, relentless pain that jolted through her breasts.
Every movement she made caused the clamps to jerk and swing, increasing her torment and as small weights were suspended from each clip, Jane froze, her eyes wide with horror and shame as Steve said, “Not quite what you were expecting, eh, Jane? Don’t be too disappointed, though. Your real jewellery will be here well before your training is finished.”
“That’s right, Jane,” Michael chuckled, “You wanted diamonds, so that’s what you’re going to get. Four of them, in fact. One set into each of the titanium rings that will be welded in place through your nipples and nose and clitoris………….”
Jane’s shrill wail cut through his words and he grinned, waiting until her scream faded to a despairing whimper, “I told you I had a surprise for you. After all, Jane, diamonds are forever, you know and that’s just how long you’re going to be wearing them as our ponygirl.”
Jane stared numbly at him, stunned and totally demoralised by the awful realisation that she was going to pierced and ringed against her will and that when she had been trained by Mr Smith and Mrs Jones, she would be given back to Michael and Steve.
To be used as a ponygirl….or in any other way that they chose……….
Michael reached into his pocket and took out his birthday card, the “Jane Gift Token” she had given him, “This was a wonderful idea of yours, Jane,” he told her cheerfully, “It’s the best and most generous present I’ve ever had, in fact. My wish is your command, satisfaction guaranteed and valid for a year. I shall really enjoy having you as my ponygirl for twelve months, Jane. Thank you so much.”
Jane had never intended the card to be anything more than a joke, not to be taken seriously and most definitely not meant to be turned against her in the way that Michael had used it.
She shuddered as a wave of heat rippled through her belly to the thought of being owned by him for a whole year, with no option but to obey and do whatever he ordered.
Distracted and distinctly aroused by the idea, it was several seconds before Jane realised that Steve was slowly waving a piece of paper in her direction.
“Make that two years, Jane,” he grinned, “Or had you forgotten that you gave me one of these as well?”
Jane gasped and her eyes widened as he nodded firmly, “Two cards. Two years. Looks like you’re going to be a busy little ponygirl for quite a while, Jane.”
Jane stared from one to the other of her two new owners, her mind reeling at the thought of two years…two years…of enforced subjugation to Michael and Steve.
Two years of captivity and bondage and obedience as a…a pet…a dumb, helpless ponygirl, trained to pull a cart wherever she was directed.
She wouldn’t do it.
She just would not and if they tried to make her, she’d…she’d….
Jane gulped, struggling to think of something…anything…that she actually could do to stop them.
If she escaped and went to the Police, all four of them would be arrested for kidnap and false imprisonment and probably a dozen other things…but how was she going to do it in her present helpless state?
She could resist and refuse to cooperate…but she had already felt the whips and knew she could easily be forced to obey.
Bribery might work…only Jane didn’t have much money.
She’d never needed it, because her lovers always paid for what she wanted in return for her favours.
Anyway, Mr Smith and Mrs Jones didn’t look the types to be swayed by a bribe and with the damned bit in her mouth, Jane couldn’t even offer to buy her freedom.
The only other thing she could offer was a girl’s last resort…sex…but from what she had already seen with the other ponygirl, Tessa, it seemed as if that was more in the nature of a reward that the two trainers gave to a pleasing ponygirl, rather than the other way around.
In the few seconds that it took for these thoughts to whirl through her brain, Mr Smith released her elbows, then bent to pick up the lunge-rein and pulled firmly.
Jane tried to hold back, but it was hopeless and as her collar tightened around her throat, she was forced to stumble after him through the gate and into the large grass paddock.
Leading her out to the middle, Mr Smith turned to Michael and Steve, “I understand you gentlemen will have to go back to town quite soon,” he said, “So I thought you might want to see a brief demonstration of our training. I’ll start with a couple of very basic movements to give you the idea.”
Turning back to Jane, he told her firmly, “Pay attention, ponygirl. We’ll begin with the walk. On my word of command, you will walk forward, looking directly ahead, keeping your rein taut, your back straight and lifting each foot as high as your hobble permits. Ready. Walk on, ponygirl.”
Jane hesitated, unwilling to accept this further humiliation, then yelped in pain and dismay as he took a long whip from his belt and sent its thin tip snapping across her right buttock.
“Walk on,” he repeated coldly and as his whip burned a second smarting stripe into her flesh, she winced and tottered forward, her gagged cheeks reddening in embarrassment and futile anger.
“Steady, girl,” he called, “Keep it slow and even. And get those feet lifting,” accompanying the instructions with a third sharp flick of his whip to reinforce his wishes.
The painful stinging of her reddened flesh and the casual arrogance of his orders sent an icy chill through Jane’s reeling brain as she understood that she was in no position to argue.
Much as she wanted to defy him…defy them all…there was no doubt in her mind that any attempt on her part to resist would be met with immediate punishment from their whips….and continued until she was forced to submit.
Unhesitating obedience was her only defence and although that was the last thing Jane wanted to give, she knew she had no other choice.
Crushing down her fears and her anger, she made herself concentrate on what she had to do, determined not to give Mr Smith any excuse for whipping her again.
But unfortunately, reaching the standard that Mr Smith required of a ponygirl, proved to be far harder than she had anticipated
“Head up. Keep your eyes looking ahead. Knees higher. Back straight. Get those knees up. Pull your shoulders back,” time and again his whip flicked out, curling around her buttocks and cracking across her belly as he issued terse instructions to her and reinforced his words with casual lashes, completely ignoring her gasps and squeals of pained anguish as she struggled to satisfy his demands and avoid any more of the stinging red stripes that adorned her harnessed nudity.
Horribly conscious of Michael and Steve’s grinning faces and hot eyes as they watched her, she tried to hold back her despair, but to no avail and as she sobbed in pain and misery to the smarting of her punished body and the twinges that shot through her clamped nipples at every step she took, great, hot tears of despair rolled down her bitted cheeks and dripped from her chin as she was forced to walk around and around in the humiliating, high-stepping gait of an obedient ponygirl.
To compound her distress, as she circled for perhaps the twentieth time, she was joined by Tess pulling the small cart on which Mrs Jones sat at her ease with reins in her left hand and a long whip in her right, casually guiding her ponygirl so that she walked outside and just a little ahead of Jane.
Fully-trained and clearly fit, Tess walked easily and smoothly in her high-heeled boots, her body beautifully displayed and effortlessly keeping pace with Jane and as the miserable brunette saw how elegant and graceful the other girl looked, she felt a sharp pang of envy at how clumsy and awkward her own efforts were by comparison.
Instinctively, she tried to match Tess, arching her spine and copying the lift of her knees, trying not to be outdone and show that she could be just as good.
And it worked, because to her astonishment, Mr Smith called, “Excellent, Jane. That’s what I want. Well done. Now, keep it up.”
Jane didn’t know whether to be pleased, or horrified.
She was competing with a genuine ponygirl.
Trying to prove that she could be equally as obedient and displaying her body as brazenly and shamefully as Tess.
Worse still…she felt a distinct excitement and pride at Mr Smith’s unexpected compliment.
Almost as if she wanted to please him by her efforts……..?
She stole a momentary glance to her right and saw Michael staring at her, his eyes fixed on her body and gleaming with pleasure as he nodded in response to a comment of Steve’s.
Her belly swirled with delicious heat as she tried to guess what they must be thinking as they watched her.
To have their own ponygirl, harnessed in leather, helplessly bound and gagged with a steel bit so she was unable to argue or protest, trained to obey their orders, available for whatever use they cared to make of her and entirely at their disposal for two long years.
Jane winced as her nipples hardened and the clamps tightened, but felt the heat in her belly intensify at the thought of having no choice but to serve and satisfy both of them.
She knew they were athletic and skilful lovers and well aware of her love of sex, but she had never imagined that either of them was into bondage or domination.
But she knew now and couldn’t help but feel a thrill of delicious fear as she wondered just what else she didn’t know about them and what they might have planned for her.
If they kept her tied-up and defenceless, they could do whatever they liked and she would have no option but to submit……….
With her brain racing, Jane didn’t even notice that she had completed several circles without earning a punishment and when Mr Smith’s voice broke into her thoughts with a, “Whoa, ponygirl,” and a light flick of his whip across her flank, she was actually a little annoyed and disappointed that he had interrupted an extremely erotic daydream.
Walking towards her, he shortened her lunge-rein and smiled, “Very good, ponygirl,” he told her, “Now stand up straight, legs apart and shoulders back.”
Without conscious thought, Jane obeyed and before it dawned on her what she had done, he reached out and quickly released the clamp on her left nipple.
The sudden rush of blood into her squeezed bud brought a shrill squeal from her bit-gagged lips, but as he let the backs of his fingers brush across her taut breast, her squeal became a gasp of instantaneous arousal as his touch sent a shock-wave jolting through the firm globe and down into the core of her belly.
Unprepared for the flaring wave of heat that surged through her body, Jane was quite unable to conceal her instinctive response and as her belly and breasts quivered to betray her overwhelming need, Mr Smith nodded and smiled into her shocked eyes, then calmly re-attached the clamp to her nipple and ordered, “Walk on, ponygirl.”
For an instant, Jane hesitated, then surrendered to the inevitable, her cheeks reddening as she was forced to display her obedience to his commands and his menacing whip.
Thankfully, her performance was much improved and earned her only a few flicks of Mr Smith’s whip as he corrected her posture and high-stepping gait and to her own surprise, Jane found that she was not only beginning to enjoy herself, but that she was actually feeling quite proud of how she looked as a ponygirl and the effect her leather-harnessed nudity was having on her audience.
Michael and Steve couldn’t take their eyes off her and were very obviously aroused, while Mr Smith and Mrs Jones were nodding and smiling as they watched.
Even the other ponygirl, Tess, seemed impressed and Jane felt her face flush as their eyes met and the girl gave a small nod of approval and encouragement.
Ordered to halt by Mr Smith, she instinctively arched her spine to display her body and as he nodded calmly, Jane realised to her dismay, that despite her humiliating plight and fears for the future, she was already beginning to accept his uncompromising authority and complete control over her.
For his part, he clearly demanded and expected her obedience and she had already learned that he was perfectly prepared to back-up his wishes by any means he considered necessary.
And harnessed as she was, bit-gagged and hopelessly vulnerable to the stinging bite of his whip, Jane was intensely aware that she was in no position to resist.
Attempted defiance would only result a painful punishment and as she was forced to conclude that whether she liked it or not, she was going to have to become a genuine ponygirl, Jane felt her belly ripple with ferocious heat.
“Good girl,” Mr Smith told her, “You did quite well for your first time. I’m sure your owners are very proud of you. Keep it up and in two or three months you’ll be ready to leave here and begin your new life in their stable.”
Jane gulped, her brain reeling at the thought of the relentless training that lay ahead of her…and of the years of submission and obedient service to Michael and Steve that lay beyond that…
Her whole world had been turned on its head and as she struggled to come to terms with the stunningly-rapid series of events that had deprived her of her freedom and independence and replaced them with a leather harness, a steel bit-gag and the whips of her trainers and owners, she knew that there was no escape for her and that it was only a matter of time before she would join Tess as a docile, obedient and fully-trained ponygirl.
“So, gentlemen,” Mr Smith turned to Michael and Steve, “I will keep you informed of Jane’s progress, of course. I don’t anticipate any great problems with her training. As you no doubt noticed, she became sexually aroused quite quickly and responded well to discipline.”
“Yes, I saw that,” Michael agreed, “She got the hang of it really fast.”
Mrs Jones chuckled, “Oh, we find that intelligent girls like Jane work out rather quickly that it’s in their best interests to do as they’re told. I’m sure she understands what her choices are,” she raised a finger and beckoned, “Come here, Jane, dear and offer me your breasts.”
Already deeply embarrassed by Mr Smith’s correct assessment of her unwanted arousal, Jane froze, but as Mrs Jones smiled at her and added, “Don’t be silly, dear. You know you will obey me, one way or the other,” she walked reluctantly forward, remembering to lift her knees high at each step.
“There. That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” Mrs Jones said as Jane stopped in front of her and as the woman unclipped her clamps on her nipples and gently caressed her swollen buds with the backs of her fingers, Jane couldn’t hold back a gasp or stop herself pressing her breasts into the woman’s hands to heighten the delicious arousal that swept through her body.
For fifteen seconds, Mrs Jones fondled her, then patted her gagged cheek and said, “Back in position, dear.”
Jane shivered, wanting more, then obeyed and when she had arched her spine to present her body, just as Tess had, her four trainers and owners simply ignored her for the moment as they discussed her future training.
“She’ll need to be fitter, of course.”
“That’s no problem. We have an indoor treadmill for use in poor weather.”
“Although we prefer outside exercises, whenever possible. It’s better for the ponygirls and gets them used to being on show.”
“Will two or three months be long enough to train her fully?”
“Oh, yes. Jane has a great deal of potential and we have wide experience.”
“I think we can all see that. She is already getting used to the idea of obedience and the more she obeys, the more it will become a natural state for her.”
“And if she doesn’t?”
“We will deal with it.”
“With your whips, presumably?”
“Only as a last resort. Neither we nor you want to end up with a miserable, dispirited ponygirl, so we prefer to use a system of rewards rather than punishment. Hence the breast play and arousal you saw just now.”
“Mm. You’ll be surprised how effective a simple caress can be. And once they understand that they are not going to be released, most ponygirls accept that pleasing their owners is better than the alternative, you see and try really hard to earn a reward.”
“Talking of rewards, will you ever let her actually climax?”
“That will depend on Jane. If she does well, we may. But not unless she has earned one by her own efforts.”
“What about her piercings and the rings we want her to wear?”
“It’s all in hand. When you have her permanent jewellery ready, send it to us and we will arrange for our expert to visit and fit them.”
“Can we come back and watch it being done?”
“If you wish, but we would advise against it. Jane is here to be trained and we find it better if she has no distractions until she has learned and accepted her new role.”
“But then, of course, you will need to spend a few days here to practise carriage driving and how to control her properly. About two months from now.”
“OK. Well, that’s all, I think. We have to get back, so we’ll leave her with you then. Good luck and thank you very much.”
“Oh, it’s our pleasure. When you return here, we’re quite sure you’ll be amazed and delighted.”
“I’m sure we will be. We’ll just say goodbye to Jane and then we’ll be off.”
Jane listened to the casual discussion in growing alarm, hardly able to credit that they were talking about her fate as though she wasn’t even there and certainly had no say in what was to happen to her.
She wanted to protest and argue and scream that they couldn’t do this to her, that she simply wouldn’t allow them to train her and pierce her and force her to display her body and her obedience….and most of all, that she would never, never, never give in to the humiliating sexual heat that filled her belly as she learned that Mr Smith and Mrs Jones were going to control her climaxes and only permit her the ecstasy of an orgasm if they were totally satisfied with her performance as a ponygirl.
But even while her mind rebelled against the words, Jane’s body responded to the erotic hopelessness of her situation and as she stared numbly at Tess, waiting patiently in her bondage and harnessed to the cart, her nipples quivered and her sex oozed hot juices as Jane recognised that she was looking at herself as she would be in a few, short months……………..
Bright rays of sunshine reflected in dazzling shafts of light from the diamonds set into the rings transfixing Jane’s nipples and nose as she trotted along the woodland path, her long, slim legs lifting high at each step as she pulled the light, two-wheeled cart towards the nearby home of the Master who sat behind her on the padded seat with her reins in one hand and his whip in the other, his eyes gleaming with pleasure and anticipation as he enjoyed the highly-erotic display of her bare buttocks jiggling enticingly before him.
Toned to perfection at the ponygirl farm where she had been trained by Mr Smith and Mrs Jones, regular excursions between the shafts of the cart ensured that Jane maintained her superb figure, a fact doubtless appreciated by the occasional hiker or bird-watcher lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time to witness her harnessed and bitted semi-nudity as she passed.
Encounters which invariably had the twin effects of embarrassing Jane and also arousing her powerfully as she visualised how she must look to them and what they would do to her if her Master was not there to protect her.
Jane’s capture was far behind her and it was as a fully-trained and obedient ponygirl that she curved gracefully to her left and leaned forward into her harness as the reins directed her and his whip flicked across her flank to encourage her up the small hill that was the final obstacle between her and her stable at his house.
Where she would be bathed, watered and fed before being secured for the night and allowed to rest after her exertions.
Or, if she had done well and worked hard, perhaps rewarded by being ordered to serve her Master fully and demonstrate her absolute and willing submission as she shared with him the incredible depth and power of the sexual passion invariably generated within her body by the enforced servitude she had come to adore and need.
And with two Masters to please and serve, neither of whom was prepared to accept anything less than perfection from her, Jane had no option…or desire…to be anything other than the fiercely-hot and deeply-responsive ponygirl and sex-slave she knew herself to be.
Exactly as her Gift Token had promised, the slightest wish of her Masters had truly become her command and as she devoted herself to living-up to her promise of guaranteed satisfaction, both she and her Masters knew that Jane’s new life, like the diamonds she wore mounted in her body, was forever……..