M'lady's Morning Ride

by Integral
- do not use without the author's permission.


It is a simple scene: A big country house, a stone walled courtyard; a slightly dirty vintage MG sports car sitting in the morning sun and a pony.

The pony stood quiet and still in the middle of the courtyard, unnaturally so, for it hardly twitched a muscle.

Even from a distance this pony was odd, for it was bright pink in colour. a closer look would easliy have revealed that far from being a thing of flesh and blood, it was an assembly of pink latex, plastic and rubber.

But it was alive.

Trapped within the 'costume' cum plastic prison a woman peared out through the dark tinted visor above the false muzzle; her tits and arse being the only things exposed to the open air.

She watched fearful as a young woman ina open fronted leather playsuit came down the stairs of the main entrance dragging a naked man along on a leash; her victim having to hop painfully down each step in a crouched posture as his leather mitted hands and bare feet were bound together with fine cutting cords to his testicles.

The woman postioned her victim alongside the pony and kicked him until he threw himself onto his face and lay with his butt high in the air, then she too, stood still and waited; standing at attention for her Mistress.

Presently, accompanied by the rattle of chains dragging along the gravelled surface, SHE arrived, resplendantly dressed with tophat and riding crop; her pet gimps scurringly and trooting along with her like yappy yorkshire terriers eager for walkies - or merely eager to please their Mistress, for the same fear in the eyes of the rubber pony could be seen in those of the two 'doggies'.

Without the slightest glance downwards, the Mistress stepped onto the naked slave's head and mounted her ride.

Only then did she speak to the Overseer.

"I shall be gone for most of the morning. While I'm away, see to it that my car is properly valetted and that the cages in the cellar are cleaned out and maintained."

"Yes M'Lady. Will that be all?'

Only then did she look down at the thing she'd just trodden on.

"No. Have the new gimp suit readied. I'm tired of thie sight of my husband, so he can join the other wretches in my menagerie. Once you've put him into his suit, lock him into the frame and have the other pets rutt with him so that he knows his place."

"Yes, M'Lady. At once M'lady. Um, I was wondering.."

"- Of course you can, but I wanrt to see him in that frame getting his arse reamed by the other pets when I get back. Understand?'

"Yes, M'Lady."

The overseer watched as her mistress swatted the pony's ass with her crop and rode off, dragging her gimps along with her; then pulled the naked man up into the sitting position.

"She's going to be gone for HOURS. so you and I and great big strapon dildo are going to get VERY well acquainted." and with that she dragged him back up the steps and into the house leaving just the vintage MG alone in the courtyard... waiting to be valetted.

THE END