Later, much later; Jessica would decide it was all Donna's fault.

Donna had come back from what was quietly referred to as a 'Fetish Holiday' but which Donna called 'The- Best- Fuck- She- Didn't- Have' - the last two words being spoken with some regret.

She had enrolled as a ponygirl - her private fantasy - and had spent ten wonderful days being taught to prance, trot, canter and pull a tiny cart all the while harnessed and bit gagged like a real pony. It was the best fun she had ever had but, she said; it had also made her frustratingly horny because she had not applied for 'Special Treatment' - meaning sex - because she had not had a Dominant to sponsor her. It was a situation her boyfriend Max would learn to love and regret when they got back together and she had slaked her pent-up lust on his body for fourteen hours - non stop...

Jessica was intrigued - and not a little jealous - being a ponygirl was a fantasy that she and Donna unknowingly shared - and so after some careful prodding, she persuaded Donna to put her in touch with the 'agency' involved.

The forms that they recieved in the mail were slightly different from the ones Donna had first filled in because Jessica had asked Donna to make the application posing as Jessica's Dominant - that way she could have the 'special treatment' Donna had been denied.

A time and date was arranged and Jessica found herself outside some tall wooden doors set into a high, plastered wall feeling slightly horny and weak at the knees.

She was whisked in by two women in jodpurs and semi transparent shirts and hustled to a room where she was asked her identity and application number before hustled off to a dressing room to be stripped naked and harnessed up in her ponygirl outfit.

The body harness and bridle she had expected, as were the pony boots and the arm baggie; but Donna had made no mention about the huge buttplug and dildo that were forced into her and tightly strapped into place.

Nor was she prepared for the brusqueness of her trainers and the intensity of the regime' that they put her through on that first day. every time she stumbled, or slackened or worse, tried to speak; a torrent of abuse reigned down from her trainers, both male and female alike with neither sparing the use of the crop. Jessica was soon in tears, it was as if they were trying to break her in like a real pony.

Only at the end of the day did the intensity slacken and she was led away to the stable - and it was a real stable, with a stall and straw and a locking gate to keep her in - not the fetishized motel room that Donna had described.

Her handle, an African American in her early thirties, wiped her down with a wet cloth and brushed her skin with straw. then she made Jessica stand on one leg as she bound the other shin to thigh before pushing her over onto the straw. She dragged a noose down from the rafters and fastened it to her free ankle, hauling the rope taut, then started fumbling with Jessica's crotch strap.

The exercise and the working of the dildoes inside her had repeatedly brought Jessica to the edge and only the most iron willpower had saved her from the cropping that had been promised if she came; but as the invaders were roughly drawn out of her she bucked and exploded in an earth shuddering orgasm.

Her trainer laughed at the sight and rose up over her.

"Oh, that's gonna cost yer, Honey; but not now. Right now yer gonna learn ta cum over an over agin - cos yer breakin' in ain't nowhere near complete. Bitches like you are only fit fer two things - I've introduced yer to the first, now these boys are gonna acquaint yer with the second."

And with that the woman walked away through a gathering crowd of naked and semi naked men each working himself up for a night of passion.