A Pony Tale - Part 1

Summary: Lucinda, an attractive 26-year-old advertising executive, is bored with her shallow job. Peter, a 39-year-old ex-football playing network trouble-shooter from America, introduces her to the world of pony-play. She seeks a hedonistic but trusting relationship whereas he wishes to add her to his long list of trophies. A Pony Tale chronicles her experiences and challenges during this journey.

Warning: This work contains adult material. It explicitly describes heterosexual, homosexual and group sex activities and covers many aspects of submission and discipline. It is NOT to be viewed by minors or residents of countries where the depiction of these acts is illegal.

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Chapter 1 - The Pony Club

'OK, take off your clothes' Peter said calmly as he shut the door behind her. Although Lucinda had often been naked with him before, it had invariably been in bed together in a darkened room at night not broad daylight in the living room like this. 'This is silly' she thought. Considering what was in store for her through the weekend she was behaving like a virgin bride on her first night. However, as she caught sight of the vast array of harnesses and equipment carefully aligned on the coffee table like the instruments of some bizarre veterinary surgeon she suddenly felt very much a virgin at this new game. Peter had suggested that they visit the Club on a number of occasions over the three months since they became lovers. During this period he had become her mentor in the 'scene'. She had come to realise she had always been drawn to the more extreme, some would even say perverted, aspects of sex and sexuality but had not found a path that she felt comfortable to explore. He had become her guide. Carefully teasing and tantalising but never pushing her too far beyond the safety of the edge she subconsciously hung onto. She maintained that a worthy and satisfying relationship was more about a meeting of minds, not some mindless 'fucking' like animals in rut. In fact, she found the idea of a one-night-stand totally abhorrent. For her sex was one of the many ways she could share her mind and thoughts with her lover and had little to do with a competition to get prime DNA squirted onto her ova. When she discovered that the actual act of coupling was just a tiny part of a much bigger picture that could involve the mind even to the exclusion of that final purpose, it awakened a hunger in her that needed to discover more. At times, she sensed that the intensity of her interest even alarmed her new mentor. Just over a fortnight ago she accepted his invitation to visit the club. The Pony Club. Even its name was intriguing and thrilling. It was innocent on the surface but potentially veiling so many darker layers below. 'Real ponies?' she thought, shuddering at what they might do. Her knowledge of equine male anatomy was limited to what she had seen on farms. She felt it would stretch a lot more than one's imagination to appreciate what was possible. What she saw there, however, had profoundly disturbed both her sleep and her waking hours with a confusing mixture of doubt and compelling curiosity. For the first time since she had discovered the concept of sexual power play, or BDSM, she felt she really had some inkling of the appeal it held for its devoted disciples. She half smiled at her lover. 'I'm sorry but I'm still a little unsure' she said nervously. 'It'll be fine darling' he said as he moved to her and hugged her tightly. 'We'll take it one step at a time and you know we can stop at any point you want?' She slipped her arms around his huge waist and snuggled up close. Although she was tall and long limbed, he still towered over her. His size and strength reassured her greatly, she eagerly wanted to please him in every way. 'I know, I know, I'm sorry, I really am being silly' 'No you're not, you are being you and I wouldn't have you any other way' He murmured as he stroked her hair over and over again, soothing her like a timid pet. She rubbed her cheek against his chest and cast her mind back to the similar displays of love and devotion she had seen at the Club.

They had arrived there at around 10pm on the Friday night after a simple but delicious meal at her favourite Italian restaurant in Kensington. After a fresh pasta and ruccola salad with Parmigiano washed down with a basic, but good, red wine her hormones had started to create havoc with her decorum. A litre of the wine between them ensured that her decorum was well on its way back home for cocoa and early bed as she, in turn, was feeling the night had only just begun. The combination of the alcohol and her normal reaction to things that made her nervous resulted in a giggling fit in the taxi as it pulled into a sleazy half lit street behind one of the larger main-line stations. The driver must have known where they were going and she caught an exchange of glances in the mirror between him and her lover who calmly slipped his hand between her thighs and gripped all of the flesh around her sex in his huge hand. 'Behave!' he commanded. She was so surprised at the directness of the act and his public display of control that she just sat bolt upright with her mouth open like some paralysed goldfish. 'That's better' he smiled. He eased his grip and, as he removed his hand, he pressed the crotch of her panties and tights into her vulva with his fingertips before drawing them up to caress the sensitive bump at the top. She gulped and nodded. He smiled as he withdrew his hand to leave the hem of her skirt lying across the tops of her thighs. He stared at the sight of her exposed legs, kissed her cheek, then took her hand and helped her out. As the driver sorted out the change he winked at him and said 'You've got a lovely one there Guv, I'm sure she'll do you proud.' She frowned indignantly, hitched her bag over her shoulder and smoothed down her skirt. Although she tried to look aloof she found it difficult with the flesh of her pummelled pussy still tingling and a cotton gusset stuffed up her. Peter smiled and, looking her over, nodded, 'She already does that but I have no doubts that she will continue to do so in the future, but thank you' The driver waved goodbye to them with a raised finger and grinned at her, 'Have fun then, love' She gave her sweet and cheesy thank-you-but-you-have-a- snowball's-chance-in-Hell smile. The two men just grinned. She ignored them both. She noticed that the architecture of the building was Victorian Gothic as she wandered indifferently away. Sadly, the impressiveness of the overblown Imperial dignity of the old station was slightly ruined by the fact that she stood on a used condom. It looked one of those garish purple/pink types but she couldn't really tell under sodium lights. The first thought she had on noticing the horrid thing was that it was probably blackcurrant flavoured too. She wasn't prepared to find out. 'Oh yuck!' She cried lifting her foot only to find the obscene thing tenaciously hung to the sole like a gutted fish before it dived back to the pavement. The cabbie laughed and drove off. Now it was Peter's turn to have a giggling fit, she turned and flexed her fingers at his groin intent upon inflicting a similar treatment to that she had received. He backed away laughing, 'OK, Touch ! Besides, ' he said puffing his chest up, '...you need strength for that!' He playfully grabbed her wrists and forced her arms high up behind her back as he pulled her roughly to him and kissed her hard. She had few defences against an ex-American football champ, not that it worried her. She melted. From the feeling of his tongue deep in her mouth, through the pressure on her small but highly sensitive breasts via the tingly bits inside until she positively dripped from below. It was delicious. 'Mm' she purred and added with a grin 'Lead on O Masterful one' He laughed and, as he put his arm around her shoulders, she slipped her arms around his waist. He guided her down a short cobbled street towards a small door set in a larger door made of blue planks. This shut off the front of one of the old railway arches. Light shone from under the door and cast dancing shadows of moving legs and feet on the shiny curved stones of the street. 'They hold a Fetish Flea Market here on alternate Sundays. That's how I discovered the Pony Club', he said, proudly showing off his knowledge. 'They must be very skilled to make rubber and leather outfits that small' she teased. He rolled his eyes to the sky. Her other defence against nerves was making terrible jokes. Judging by the butterflies in her stomach and his reaction she felt he would end up with a detailed appreciation of the ceiling inside. She suppressed a giggle and looked up seriously, 'Sorry'. 'No you're not' he grinned and hugged her to him, 'you're a tease and the loveliest one I know' She felt a warm glow inside and kissed his cheek as he reached to open the door.

Chapter 2 - Introduction to BDSM

The place was huge and surprisingly warm. The heat came from gas fires like those in her old school gym. They hung on thick, black steel pipes from the curved brickwork above and, dangling from each side, had chains with rings in the end to control them. 'How fitting' she thought 'Even the heaters are subs!' She was very nervous now they were inside with other people. A pretty waitress in a short flared skirt that failed to hide her frilly French knickers greeted them and took their coats before leading them to a table. Peter ordered two cappuccinos and the waitress curtsied and wiggled off. Lucinda was fascinated. Although the room was fairly empty, people bustled about giving it an air of excitement. She looked around. The 'bar' was a cluster of four round, white plastic tables and a few matching uncomfortable chairs. They were the types that are so slippery you end up hanging by your kidneys if you try to lean back. She perched on the edge. There was a crude coat rail between the tables and the large door but she noticed that two of the women in the party just arriving kept on the long cloaks they wore as they and their partners hurried through a curtained door set into the wall on the left side of the arch. 'Most Owners will have brought their Ponies here earlier to let them settle down' her lover whispered to me. 'The less experienced ones can get very jumpy at an event' 'An event?' she asked. 'Yes.' He continued, 'Tonight is one of the main Shows. The best Ponies win trophies and rosettes. They are highly prized.' 'Just like a real horsy event?' 'Absolutely. The members take this very seriously. To have a winning Pony is a great honour for an Owner and an enormous accolade for the Trainer. Owners and Ponies alike seek the prize-winning Trainers. The top Trainers only devote the time and care to the few Ponies they feel have winning potential.' It made her slightly uncomfortable. 'You mean the Owners don't train the Ponies?' 'Oh sure, most do, but they can only go so far. Besides, a Trainer is much more objective, he or she can exert a discipline many Owners find hard to give.' He looked at her and said carefully as he cupped her hands on the table. 'I would only use a top Trainer for a future Pony of mine.' She stared back and felt the flush warm her cheeks. 'You'd not mind that another had use of me... er the Pony I mean?' He smiled and squeezed her hands. 'I'd only want the best for the one I love'. She swallowed hard. 'I wouldn't want to disappoint you' she said quietly, realising that she had not only accepted his invitation to become his Pony but also that he said he loved her. He lifted her hands to his lips and kissed her fingertips softly. 'You would never do that' he smiled. 'This BDSM stuff still worries me though' she added, 'I still remember how it upset me that time and I embarrassed both of us.' He nodded and leant over to kiss her lips. 'I will never go too fast for you again my darling, that also taught me to be more careful.' He went on, 'I'm worried now as well. Do you mean you don't like the games we play?' 'Oh no! I mean yes, I love them' she grinned and rubbed her foot on his calf under the table, 'Quite the contrary. You have shown me pleasures I didn't know existed and I will be eternally grateful for that.' The waitress returned with their coffee and Peter paid her and she smiled and performed her little curtsey again before teetering off on her high heels. L noticed Peter ogling her rear. 'Hey, eyes off!' she laughed. 'He's not my type' replied Peter softly. A few moments later, he gently lifted Lucinda's jaw as she also gazed at the waitress's frilly rear. 'You were saying hon?' Lucinda gulped and continued, 'It's just that old niggle I had..' 'You mean the How-can-he-want-to-do-that-to-me niggle?' he asked. She nodded and bit her lip, feeling silly. He grinned and stroked her cheek. 'My darling, I love you very much. You are the most precious thing in my life and I constantly ask myself 'Why me?' Please understand that I would never, ever do anything to hurt or scare you that you didn't agree to.' 'I know. I know. But... Oh! Damn, I don't know how to put this' she took a breath. 'It's just that I've always been taught to respect my body and look after it, sometimes I think that this is wishing damage upon it and I can't bear to think that you'd want to do that.' She felt terrible but had said it. She tried to hold back her tears. He was obviously very concerned and looked at her without saying anything for what seemed like ages. 'Oh God! That's torn it' she thought, 'my big mouth and stupid ideas destroy yet another relationship' He touched a tear as it welled up in the corner of her eye, licked his finger and smiled. 'Please believe me when I say that I would never do or think of harming your lovely body in any way. Let me explain...' He loved to lecture, and she loved to listen to him, most times. 'Our bodies are the physical extensions of our minds. We use them to communicate with each other in all the obvious ways. Many people even screw that up! He chuckled and went on... 'When you let me do things to your body you are indirectly sharing with me a part of your mind that few people appreciate can be shared. Part of the 'inner' you if you like. The bit one retreats to when things get tough out there. I find that one of the most intimate and sexiest things imaginable. The sight of you as you drift off and luxuriate in that space is incredibly erotic and the trust it implies is probably the greatest gift one can give. Does that make sense?' She felt a huge wave of understanding and relief wash over her. He had managed to express what she felt this was all about and dispel the worries she had that it was selfish to 'retreat' as he put it. She kissed his fingers and tasted the salt of her tears. 'Oh my love, I do want to share that, you know how bad I am at saying those things. If I can give you that with my body then it makes me very happy. Probably the happiest I've ever been' She smiled and cocked her head to one side. He beamed.

Chapter 3 Charles and the tack shop

'Hello again' a tall, distinguished looking man said as he held out his hand to Peter. Lucinda broke her reverie. The man was tall and obviously very fit. He seemed to be in his mid- forties and had neatly groomed ginger brown hair that looked almost orange. A blonder moustache made him look a bit like a World War II flying ace. He was wearing a tweed suit complete with a mustard yellow waistcoat and Hunter chain. Lucinda imagined him more at home in a Barbour on a farm overseeing the season's labours than in a cellar below St. Pancras Station. He turned to her and almost clicked his heels as he gave a slight bow. 'And a special welcome to you my dear, Charles Hamilton-Pearce. I'm the Club President. It's always gratifying to see a new face here, especially one so pretty'. Lucinda shook his hand and used her 'sweet' smile again. She was certainly not his 'dear' and he increased her annoyance as she felt him appraise her from head to foot. She restrained her grin for fear that he might decide to check her teeth and fetlocks. 'Hello. And thank you for letting me visit' she said as she idly wondered whether there was any entrance fee to pay or if it was one of those 'guys pay, chicks free' clubs like the crummier discos. The arrangements for the evening had just gelled alarmingly well considering she had only decided to visit on the Wednesday. 'It is quite... er... unusual' she added, looking around. He beamed, still holding her hand tightly. 'Yes my dear. Unique we think, certainly in Britain anyway. We are a very select group and take a great deal of pride in the quality of our events. Tonight we are giving a demonstration as a prelude to the Berkshire Trials, an especially important event in the calendar. I don't think you will be disappointed' She extracted her hand. 'From what I've heard so far I suspect it will be fascinating.' He nodded, 'I understand this is your first introduction to Ponies?' 'Yes, indeed' she replied. He turned and waved at a group of tables at the far end of the room. 'We have a small display area at the back which may help you understand a little more about what goes on. Sadly lack of space here means our vendors can only display a small part of their stock, but you can always order anything as most items are... er... bespoke. I suggest you go and have look at some of the wares.' 'Yes, we'd like that, wouldn't we... dear' she glanced at Peter who frowned slightly then nodded. Charles smiled at them both, 'You may even be tempted to buy something to try yourselves?' Lucinda reddened a little and, noticing her lover grinning from ear to ear, banged her ankle as she attempted to kick him under the table. 'Well, we'll see' she grimaced. 'Excellent!' their host leaned over and said conspiratorially, 'I've reserved two seats in the Owners' enclosure for you' Lucinda looked at Peter quizzically. Again this was too convenient. He merely shrugged. 'Right beside me, so I can help answer any questions you have' Charles added. 'Lovely.' She smiled, 'That's very generous of you' 'Not at all my dear', she was certain he even stressed the 'dear' that time, 'I'm sure the Ponies will perform even better in front of such a charming guest' She felt nauseous and moved to stand before she deposited the pasta of earlier into the empty coffee cup. 'I think we should do the shops love?' she said and shook Charles's hand again. 'Nice to meet you, we'll see you later' Peter also took his hand and, as she picked up her bag and started to walk off, she sensed a level of understanding between them that she was not privy to. 'Pah! Boys together' she thought. It reminded her of the Point-To-Point events she had been dragged along to in her youth where the 'gals' were expected to look pretty and hold polite discourse as the men got pissed in the beer tent and blew all their money. She vowed to wind her lover up about this later and grinned, she might even buy him a ghastly yellow waistcoat to go with his jeans.

As they left the refreshment area, Lucinda glanced back at their intriguing waitress and only managed to catch a glimpse of her frilly cap as her head bobbed in front of a Maitre d' who stood behind the serving counter. Lucinda experienced a brief pang of anxiety regarding the froth on their recently drunk cappuccinos. Then, with a shake of her head, dismissed the thought and joined Peter.

The 'shops' turned out to be three long trestle tables separated by a small gap and arranged along the end wall. Despite the size, the way the comprehensive array of products made by the stall holders was arranged in the tables and hung from the wall made it look like a cross between a village craft fair and the back pages of the Sunday tabloids. 'Ye Olde Sexxe Shoppe' Lucinda thought as she approached, half expecting to meet some genial local trader who also ran the village grocery. 'Maybe that's where they got the name Mr. Whippy' she giggled to herself She regained her composure. 'I get the impression you didn't like Charlie boy?' asked Peter as he caught up with her. 'Euchh! He's so slimy' she said, 'like having warm syrup poured down my back' 'Oh. Maybe that's just the way he comes over at first meeting, but he's considered to be the top Trainer and also owns many Ponies.' 'Owns?' she asked. Peter nodded. 'Yes, sort of. He has a large stud farm in Suffolk, rich too I think, he's Baron...ette something of somewhere or other. Is that a small royal?' Lucinda laughed at her American companion. 'Baronets are hardly 'royal', all you needed to do was slaughter a few of Queen Victoria's pre-colonial natives, rape the women and send missionaries to their country then you were rewarded with a Baronetcy! Their heirs inherit the title.' Peter looked glum. She kissed him. 'I'd much rather wrap my legs around an ex-colonial to get my rewards' she grinned. He laughed. 'I know. Then capture their hearts instead' 'Aw' she said as she hugged him tight. 'Anyway. I gather he has lots of Ponies, both boy and girl Ponies and grooms who actually live in stables at the farm. They are made to do work like real animals, pulling carts etcetera. I think our 'waitress' is even one of the stable girls' Lucinda felt a little thrill go through her at the thought of an entire community acting out this fantasy then shuddered at the thought of Slimy Charlie getting his hands on her. 'I still don't fancy him' she said moving to the first table.

A range of harnesses, bits, blinkers and other leather paraphernalia was neatly displayed on a green baize cloth. At the end, just before some vicious looking canes and crops, was a set of long tails with lumpy flared handles. She picked one up and flicked the, real she noticed, horsehair at Peter. 'Hmmm, that wouldn't hurt much' He laughed. 'They're butt plugs! You silly thing' Lucinda dropped it onto the table with a crash. 'Ugh! I hope they don't offer a try before you buy policy' she said as she rubbed the palms of her hands on Peter 's chest. 'Oh, thanks very much' he said, 'I don't think so, somehow' Lucinda inspected them further. They were between four and seven inches long and tended to flare out to about a quarter of that in diameter before tapering back to a slender cylinder which formed the shaft of a T-shaped bar. It was now clear how they worked and she felt her sphincter involuntarily tighten as she inspected the larger sizes. 'They look very painful' she commented. 'Not if you take it slowly and use lots of lube' he said gazing at her in a strange way. 'What?' she asked looking up, 'Oh, Oh! No, no way!' Peter took her wrists and held her. He continued to stare in that strange, almost feral yet loving way. 'My darling, you don't know how much pleasure it would give me to see you wear one. It's something I've dreamed of since the day I first saw you.' She looked startled. 'Really? Hmmm, it's not the first thing I'd have hoped you'd have thought about me. Cor, she's lovely. I wonder what she'd look like with a lump of plastic up her ass?' Peter sighed and then smiled as she half-turned and wiggled her rear at him. 'You silly love' he laughed, 'No, you know I didn't think that. It's just that it's one of my most intense fantasies to take you from the rear with a butt plug in you' She'd not made love with him behind her and she felt herself thrill at the thought of it. Her breasts gave her the longest and sexiest climax when caressed, a couple of times without even needing to stimulate her below. She felt her nipples harden at the thought how much attention they could get from his powerful hands in that position. She was not too sure about the tail however. She gazed into his eyes, filled with love and lust, and, after a moment's consideration said, 'All right lover boy, you shall get your wish' His draw dropped open. 'What?' he beamed, 'Seriously?' She giggled it was obvious it would make his week, 'Yes of course. I'd like to try it. Honestly.' She giggled and bent forwards over the table and glanced around her as she gave the back of her skirt a little flick. 'Do we have time?' she asked in a husky voice. His eyes positively twinkled. Sadly, Charles Hamilton-Pearce who marched up and put a proprietorial hand on their shoulders interrupted their repartee. 'My dears, the Event is about to start, you need to be seated' Peter frowned. 'Damn, just as we decide to er, buy something' he winked at Lucinda. Charles looked at him and said. 'Excellent. That's no trouble. I'll escort your lovely partner to her seat if I may while you complete your dealings here. You already know the basics. You can join us when you are done here' He added, smiling at Lucinda, 'Besides, it will give me a chance to get to know your lovely companion better, won't it my dear?' Peter nodded and beckoned over the stallholder who had remained discreetly at a distance. Charles crooked his arm for Lucinda who glanced at Peter before slipping her arm through. 'Don't be long, love. Please' she implored as she was led to the curtained door in the side wall.

Chapter 4 - Introducing pony-play and Princess

They entered the adjacent railway arch. The room here, however, was twice as deep as the one they had just left. She realised that the first archway was divided roughly halfway along, a door to her left obviously led to this rear area where sounds of frantic activity could be heard. Lucinda was astonished at the number of people in the room. There must have been over seventy men and women seated in small clusters along the side where they now stood. The remaining space formed a small arena. The audience's dress ranged from 'average-evening-out' like her and Peter to 'out-outrage-the-outrageous'. She had never seen so much leather, latex and metalwork up this close before. Charles noticed her gawping. 'Ah. Remember this is usually a fetish cum BDSM club. Tonight is a Pony Club 'special' we lay on from time to time for the regular members, some of who visit my farm in various capacities. They are kind enough to host the event for us in exchange for an insight into what we like to do.' He winked, 'It's also a great opportunity to recruit new ponies and staff.' Lucinda thought how much she'd like to see what the 'regular members' did someday, especially the man, or was it a woman, who kneeled under a nearby table? He/she was totally clad in black rubber and seemed to only have a small pipe for breathing. She would have thought it was a blow-up sex doll if the body had not been moving. Lucinda shook her head in amazement. Two trestle tables were arranged at the far end to their right. These were covered with pristine white tablecloths and formed a semi-formal sort of 'top table'. The five dignitaries there were more conventionally attired and were intently comparing pieces of paper in front of them. Lucinda was bemused when Charles led her and Peter to two of the three remaining empty seats at the end of this table. She turned to Peter, 'What the...?' she began. Peter merely shrugged and grinned sheepishly. 'I guess we're sort of guests of honour'. Lucinda frowned and nodded her thanks to Charles who held her chair for her. The 'Let's go and have a meal and I'll take you to a special kind of club I know' comment from Peter that he'd delivered so casually the previous weekend began to seem far more elaborate than his tone then indicated. Lucinda had, irrationally, put his quiet contemplation that night down to post-coital bliss after the frantic hour of wonderfully energetic sex that preceded it. She now realised he was thinking about far wider things than her legs as he ran a mental action-replay of their chapter, OK few paragraphs, of the Karma Sutra. Upon reflection it was the animal lust they'd both felt that had stimulated the suggestion. Lucinda regarded herself as a liberated woman of the new Millennium and, like all fully paid up members of the Cosmo '40-ways-to-greater- climaxes' club, generally enjoyed controlling her orgasms from above. Deep down though she had a traditionalist streak and still found that it was immensely erotic to be on her back with her ankles resting on the shoulders of a still very fit ex-college footballer who was squishing her clitoris under his two hundred plus pounds as he tried to drive his more than adequate prick and surrounding accoutrements through the bed, the floor and the flat below. Afterwards, as they lay spooned together with her breasts still tingling and her clit recovering from being smeared over her pubic bone, she muttered 'That was yummy, I felt like a mare in heat.' She felt his penis jump before he spoke - again proving the true site of the male intellect. 'Really? In what way?' 'Well, rough. Abandoned. Out of control. It's nice occasionally.' 'Oh I agree, very much.' With that she thought he'd gone off to male apr s-sex zombie-land and she snuggled up to him and savoured the warm inner glow and the dollop of semen trickling down her thigh. About ten minutes later as she was also starting to drift off he came out with his comment and refused to elaborate further. Now, a week later, she started to understand some of his plans. What excited her and also made her a trifle uneasy was the exact role she was to play in these.

The lights dimmed and left only the centre of the room illuminated by some spotlights. She discovered later that the premises were a general- purpose hall that were often used by local theatrical and drama groups, some members of which were present that evening. One of these, a man in his late forties clad in black leather trousers, black singlet and matching 70's chunky gold chain, rose from a table to her left. 'Hi everyone and welcome. 'Tonight, as many of you know, we have a Pony meeting. Charles Hamilton- Pearce,' he waved at Charles who was still standing behind his chair, 'has kindly offered to explain to us what Pony-play is about and hold a sort of mini-Gymkhana here tonight. 'Ladies and gentleman, Doms and Subs. Charles Hamilton-Pearce!' A ripple of applause followed and Charles strode to the centre of the room. 'Thank you George, plus thanks to Melissa and Kate for arranging things for us.' Two women at George's table smiled and nodded. 'I thought I'd split the evening into three parts. 'Firstly, to explain what a pony is and some of the things they wear. 'Secondly, to hold the Gymkhana as George kindly explained. I have to point out that this is very reduced and serves mainly as a demonstration as we have already completed a lot of the judging. 'Finally. We have a rather special display from two of our best ponies. There will be a short interval halfway through the event when you can inspect the ponies, chat to their owners and ask questions. 'I hope that for those of you who already enjoy an alternative lifestyle this will add an extra dimension to your pleasures and,' to Lucinda's horror he looked directly at her, 'for those who are new to all of this, it will stimulate you to find out more.'

'OK, what is a pony?' He clapped his hands. A young lad, dressed as a groom complete with flat cap, rolled a small inverted half-barrel like they have in circuses up to Charles and let it fall next to him. Lucinda was intrigued as she heard the clip clop of hooves and saw a woman pulling a cart in a similar way to pulling a rickshaw. A man sat bolt upright in the cart and cracked a long whip over the woman's head. The cart drew up in the centre of the arena. The woman was stunning to look at. Tall with well-defined muscles, she looked to be in her mid to late twenties, about the same age as Lucinda but with no sodding cellulite Lucinda noticed grudgingly. She wore long black, thigh-length boots that had hooves rather than conventional toecaps. These, in addition to the tapering heels, elevated her to well above the height of Charles. Her harness had horizontal leather straps that went around her waist and below her, again perfect, breasts. Further straps crossed between her breasts giving them the potential of support she plainly did not need. Diagonal straps below went down over her groin to frame and draw attention to her completely shaved sex. A further, central strap split her labia in what seemed to be an excruciatingly tight manner to the extent that the centre of the strap was not visible. Lucinda instinctively squirmed as she was reminded of 'butt-floss' thongs beloved of so many French women on holiday. Lucinda could not see her arms as these were held in some way behind her back. This had the effect of forcing her to thrust her breasts further outwards. Her prominent nipples were pierced and carried two large rings. Lucinda's own nipples tingled uncomfortably as she noticed that a pair of reins was attached to the rings and the reins passed through two further rings on the ends of a thick black bit that was forced between her teeth by an elaborate bridle. A long, black plume rose up from the forehead part of the bridle and complemented her long mane of almost black hair. Copious dark eye make- up gave her a sultry, mysterious aura and she seemed oblivious to her surroundings, almost serene or drugged as she stared directly ahead. Charles walked to the cart. This was a two-wheeled affair, somewhat like a chariot. The shafts were attached to the sides of the pony girl's harness at waist height, Lucinda could now see that her arms were bound and crossed behind her and that she held two short handles on the top of each shaft. 'This is a typical pony and trap configuration' Charles announced. 'Physical fitness is very important in a pony and exercises, such as pulling loads when trotting and walking, help build stamina. Great physical strength is the main feature of working ponies that we will see later, however, the more elegant ponies such as Princess of the Night here are normally used for dressage or 'show'. He put his hand near the woman's cheek and she nuzzled it. 'Princess here has been a dressage champion for many years and is one of my best ponies thanks to my top trainer, James.' He beckoned to the driver of the cart. 'James, over to you.' James placed his whip in a stand on the cart and alighted. 'Good evening everyone. You'll notice that I was using the whip when I entered. This is merely an audible device to catch the pony's attention. It is very rare that a good trainer should ever need to use the whip directly on the pony except in situations where they get carried away with themselves. Although some of the working ponies seem to demand more direct physical control!' James nodded to the groom who ran over and unhitched the cart. He then gripped the reins above Princess's nipple rings and led her to the upturned barrel. She stood on it proudly looking into the distance. 'You will notice that I have used reins attached both to the bit and her breasts. We use this technique for breaking in young fillies as it gives a greater level of control until they are used to responding to just the bridle. 'For the young stallions the reins are attached to their testes.' A few gasps, both eager and alarmed, came from some of the men in the audience. One woman cheered which brought laughter from the others. James chuckled and added, 'You'd be amazed how fast a runaway pony will stop after a sharp tug on those!' Charles stepped forwards, 'James, if I might interject?' 'Sure' 'A question we are often asked is 'are there only Pony girls?' The answer is most definitely not. Pony-play is very popular in the gay male scene as well as het and we also have male ponies crossing as pony girls, one is here tonight and another is a female 'stallion'.' James continued. 'The bridle and harness are essential items of tack, although the pony is plainly human. In fact it's some of the human features that are important.' He caressed Princess's left breast to make his point.' She still needs to be reminded that she is a pony.' He reached up and pulled back Princess's lips to show the thick bar seated firmly at the rear of her mouth. 'The bit prevents distracting chattering and forces the pony to use body language to communicate. Well-trained ponies will cease trying to use speech the moment the bridle is fitted and the bit is often not necessary. Unlike a real horse's bit, or snaffle, which sits on the soft part of the gums, we take care not to damage a human pony's teeth. This bit is made from a steel bar coated with rubber.' James tapped Princess's hip and she turned around. He indicated her bound arms. 'Again, you can see the need to restrain a fundamentally human feature. Ponies may not use their hands even to eat and drink. You will have noticed the Pony Boots, which he tapped. Pony Gloves are also available, sorry about the advert, outside. As are all the other clothes and devices you'll see tonight.' The audience chuckled. 'Pony gloves are used to extend the arms and constrain the hands in situations where the pony needs to be four legged for stability, I believe we shall be seeing this later?' Charles nodded and smiled. Lucinda also noticed that Princess shifted slightly on her podium and her nipples hardened. James bent Princess forwards towards him and turned her so that her rear was clearly visible to the top table and the audience to L's left. As she leant over Lucinda could see that the crotch strap passed up to the belt of the harness at the back where a buckle held it tight. Projecting from between her buttocks was a long dark tail that matched the colour of her hair. James reached around her hips and stroked and pulled at this as the pony rested her chest on his shoulder. 'The famous tail!' he grinned. 'The stuff of pony fantasies everywhere' Lucinda felt herself blush as Peter playfully squeezed her knee. She whispered to him 'Well I didn't know!' James continued, 'The butt plug is another essential training device as you will well know from BDSM play. It focuses attention and helps posture. In pony- play we have the added attraction of the tail' He lifted Princess's tail and let it fall in a cascade around her upper thighs. 'This further enhances the feeling for the pony, draws an observer's attention to the fact the pony is plugged and looks divine!' James reached up and undid the crotch strap buckle. The strap was split and fell away leaving the tail to emerge from her anus with only the small oval collar of the butt plug visible externally. James gripped this and twisted the plug as he pulled. Princess didn't even flinch, as a tapered plug even larger than those Lucinda had seen outside emerged with a sudden rush. Lucinda gasped, as did some of the audience, it looked like a large pink pear that flared into the collar before the tail. James showed this to the audience and, after repositioning the curved tip at her still gaping anus, gave a twist and thrust it back inside her rectum. The pony wiggled her hips slightly and relaxed. James smacked her rump lightly and Princess stood up and turned again to face the audience. The crotch strap dangled from the base of her pubis. 'With male ponies we often use a cock and ball, or CB, harness to gain the pony's complete and undivided attention and to show them how to control their sexual urges. 'With Pony Girls we may control the clitoris,' He pulled the end of the dangling strap up and Lucinda now saw that it passed though a ring that pierced Princess's clitoral hood, 'Like this, or with a butterfly vibrator.' Lucinda turned to Peter 'A what?' Peter raised an eyebrow at her 'Hmmm, later my darling, later.' He had an evil glint in his eye. Lucinda was discovering quite what a sheltered life she'd had. 'The most obvious control, however, is the dildo.' James stated. He gently pulled the strap up and the pony swayed slightly thrusting her pelvis forwards to ease the tugging at her clitoris. This had the effect of forcing her labia open to reveal the end of something nestling in her vulva. James slid his fingers into her. With a flourish he extracted a long phallic object covered with tiny black 'fingers' that glistened in the spotlights. Again, Lucinda was astonished at its size and that the woman could even stand still with that and the plug up her let alone pull a cart. 'Like most aspects of sexual or erotic BDSM, climax control is a key ingredient. The constant reminder of how close the release could be helps to heighten an already unnatural experience and pushes the pony further into sub-space.' Lucinda was beginning to lose plot with all the psychobabble but noticed many members of the audience nodding sagely. She shrugged and gazed at the rounded curves of Princess's hips and tried to imagine how both of the objects nestled deep inside her must feel. James turned to the audience, prickly phallus in hand and almost bowed. 'If there are any questions I'd be delighted to answer them afterwards, but I feel we should get into the show. Thank you.' The audience clapped and James smacked Princess on her rump whereupon she skipped off the podium and out of the room to more applause.

Chapter 5 - Remaining ponies and events

Charles re-entered the arena. 'Thank you James and the lovely Princess of the Night' Another ripple of applause followed then he went on, 'As I explained, there is not time to do a full event justice so we are going to show just some of the highlights this evening. A full pony event lasts most of a day or even a weekend usually with some additional evening, er, diversions. More of this later.' He called out, 'Please lead on the ponies!' Seven more ponies trotted out onto the floor with Princess bringing up the rear. They all wore some variation upon the harness/bridle combination that had been explained before but there the similarity stopped. At one end was a petite, elfin-like brunette with short razor cut hair and a boyish figure. The next pair looked like show girls out of a circus. They both had a cascade of blonde curls and wore flared, wrap-around, micro-mini skirts in rich burgundy velvet, trimmed with white piping. Their long blonde tails appeared through a split in the rear. Their harnesses looked like bra tops made of white leather but with the cups missing and a sort of lace-up tie at the top. Ruby coloured studs were spaced along the leather straps. Their cowboy-style boots and bridles were in matching white leather, again with ruby studs. The girl to the left was quite plump and very well endowed. The lacing on her bra squeezed her large, pale breasts outwards and exaggerated her wide, rouged aureolae. Her partner was considerably slimmer and the bra and skirt helped to define some shape in her almost flat chest and slender hips. Both of them had pierced nipples, however, and a delicate chain and drops, again with the occasional ruby, hung between them. Matching chains decorated their navels and bridles. The end of a long chain appeared from under their skirts and dangled between their legs. It was only when Lucinda took a second look at the muscled legs of the second girl she realised that this must be the 'cross' that Charles mentioned earlier. They were immaculately made up and their bodies covered with glitter spray. Long white plumes rose from each side of their bridles and, unlike most of the ponies, their arms were free and they wore long white leather gloves with ruby studded gauntlets. They both giggled and nuzzled each other.

The 'female stallion' was less well disguised. She looked as though she could bend iron bars with her teeth whilst captaining a Russian trawler and still find time to eat an entire women's hockey team for breakfast. She wore a black Lycra one-piece with a studded weight-lifting belt and matching leather bands around her wrists, ankles and neck. The tight Lycra severely compressed her breasts and she stood, chest puffed up, with her fists resting on her wrists. The audience couldn't fail to notice the thick tufts of hair at her armpits. Her muscles were extremely well developed and could only have been achieved with the use of anabolic steroids and other hormones Lucinda surmised. Although she was some six feet tall and towered over the show ponies, the 'stallion' next to her diminished even her impressive bulk. He looked as though he had stepped from the pages of some bodybuilding magazine. He had long, straggly, dark hair, pecs like they'd been carved from stone and was baby oiled all over. It was like Antonio Banderas's head on Arnie Swarzenegger's body. Lucinda immediately wanted to place an order for one of those but suspected she'd have to remove the mirrors from her flat first if she were to get much service from him. Her mouth went dry at the thought of straddling a body like that and gripping those rock hard muscles with her thighs. Just one of his thighs looked the same size as her waist! If that was the case, then how big was his...? She pondered. He wore a sort of black leather pouch which, sadly, hid the part she was now most interested in but she still had the chance to ogle his tight, oh so tight, buttocks as they clenched at the tail that casually drifted down between his legs. Another male pony stood next to him but displayed his tackle for all to see, in fact his penis and scrotum seemed to be tied by a leather strap that ran from the belt in front to the rear. He was rigidly erect and seemed to be in seventh heaven already judging by the expression on his face and the droplets that glistened on his penis. Lucinda noticed an array of shining silver metalwork that pierced his genitals, nipples and face. The rest of his body was covered with various tattoos. A wicked refrain of 'Jingle Balls' ran through her head at the sight. 'Oh what fun it'd be to ride... The guy next to you!' she thought. The final new pony was a woman with a lovely figure further enhanced by a shiny, black leather or rubber cat suit. It was, unusually, split along the outside seams and had lacing that ran from her booted ankles to the mitt-like stumps on her hands. So, those are Pony Gloves Lucinda thought. The suit was hooded but cut away at her face, between her legs and around her breasts. The material squeezed them out like the famous Madonna bra. A very tightly laced corset in the same material provided further lift. Lucinda sucked in her own waist at the sight and guessed that her waist measurement must have been well below 20 inches. A long plaited rope of hair ran from a plume on the rear of the hood which even had little pointed ears; it was attached to her back and joined with her tail. Small tufts of her mane stood out from her back and had tiny black ribbons at the ends. All of the ponies wore one or more rosettes in red, blue, yellow and green. These were mostly pinned onto their bridles apart from Jingle Balls who had his pinned directly to his chest. Charles was running though a list of odd horsy-like names and the prizes they had won. The whole thing like the results of some previous meeting she presumed. It was probably fascinating to those in the know but instantly forgettable to Lucinda. She gathered that the ponies on display were the cumulative winners of various events over the past few months and were here as a sort of reward. Charles explained that points were awarded for overall grooming, fitness, tack, obedience and further points awarded for 'special' features that enhanced the human/pony concept. Madonna and Jingly had done particularly well here. For the 'working' ponies, points could be won by winning races, pulling weights, carrying rides and similar displays of strength. In addition, a stable, or collection of ponies, could enter team events and compete for marks that rewarded teamwork and combined strength. Like the more conventional equine events, trainers and owners could also win prizes. The limited space in the room prevented displays of most of this but Charles waved a piece of paper about that advertised the 'Berkshire Trials' three weeks hence. He pointed out that copies of this were available on the way out and contained an entry form. As Lucinda looked around the room and took in the positive audience response she noticed Peter looking at her in an odd and totally transparent way. 'On your bike!' she thought. It was time for some demonstrations.

The ponies were led to the end of the room apart from the elfin girl who wore only one rosette. 'Wood Spirit is one of our newest ponies and shows great promise.' Charles explained. 'In a moment James will use her to show how we use the long reins to train poise and rhythm but first we have to punish two of the ponies who misbehaved earlier.' This seemed to meet with universal approval from the spectators who cheered. The half-barrel was rolled to one end of the room and a similar podium placed at the other. A second groom, they were similarly attired and Lucinda had not realised there were two until now, inserted a long telescopic pole like a microphone stand into a hole in the centre of this barrel. The other groom approached Charles with a shallow wooden box and opened the lid as though offering cigars for Charles to select something from it. Charles mused and pointed in the box. The groom placed the box down and lifted a thick ribbed dildo-like object from the box. Lucinda noticed a sort of curved finger projecting from the base and a cable leading from the base to a small control box. The dildo was fitted to the top of the telescopic stand with the finger standing erect towards the front. Charles clicked his fingers at the cat suit clad pony who shook her head and started to back away, both grooms gripped her arms and led her to the podium. Their intention was obvious and Lucinda was both appalled and fascinated at the abuse the girl was about to receive. Her arms were pulled behind her and a sort of long tube laced up over her forearms and elbows until her shoulders were pulled right back and her breasts lifted. She still fought their attempts to force her to step onto the podium until one of the grooms gripped her left nipple in his fingers and viciously yanked her breast up. 'Shit!' thought Lucinda as she saw tears appear in the girl's eyes. She did place her foot on the podium however. The groom tapped her other knee and she stood astride the pole with its phallus jutting up between her legs. The grooms bent down and attached another telescopic bar between her ankles. They adjusted it so that it spread her legs apart to the extent that she was forced to turn her toes inwards to still remain balanced on the podium. Satisfied that she was now stable, one of the grooms untwisted the collar of the vertical post and lifted the upper section until the head of the phallus pressed into her vulva. With his other hand he spread her labia and eased the thing inside her by twisting it back and forth. Lucinda could hear her gasp as it entered and was worried she might topple as she swayed on the edge. Thankfully the second groom steadied her as his accomplice continued to drive the phallus upwards. Eventually it was fully seated and he aligned it such that the little finger device pressed directly onto her clitoris. They were still not done, however. The second groom gripped both of her nipples this time and lifted them until she stood high on tiptoe. The first groom pushed the newly exposed length of shaft into her and locked the tube. He picked up the control box and slid a switch. A number of sighs came from around the room as the audience saw the tip of the finger device slowly rotate and stroke her clitoris. Lucinda knew that she was sensitive there to the point of pain after she climaxed and felt for the poor girl as she wiggled vainly to escape the persistent massaging below. The grooms left her to her torture. Then one of them picked up some weights and placed them on the other podium. The other approached Jingle Bells.

His was a completely different story. He positively leapt onto the podium and appeared to pout as he looked longingly at his fellow sufferer's pole and the lack of a similar device on his stand. They did, however, spread his ankles apart but, rather than forcing him to stand on tiptoe, made him squat slightly. They then attached the massive weights to the rings in his penis and scrotum. The weights rested on the floor but the groom tightened the chords suspending them until they just began to lift. Lucinda turned to Peter who had a look of anguish on his face. He leant to Lucinda and whispered, 'As his legs start to cramp with the strain he will have to lift the weights to ease the pain.' Lucinda looked from one to the other not knowing which was the worst.

Charles thanked the grooms and turned to James who went over to Wood Spirit and attached the end of a coiled up rein to a ring at her rear of her waist. He unwound the rein as he walked to the centre of the room then held the remaining coils high in his left hand as he brandished a long handled whip in his right. Charles moved to one side and James clicked his tongue. Wood Spirit started to skip around in a circle letting the rein keep her path. Occasionally James would flick the whip lightly behind her and she would speed up. 'Notice how the skipping forces a rhythm similar to a horse's canter' James shouted, 'But her knees should be higher.' The whip caught the girl on the back of her thighs as James shouted 'Up!' at her and she immediately lifted her knees higher and completed two more circuits. A couple of tugs on the rein slowed her down until she marched in an enforced exaggerated manner like the royal guard of some obscure European state. 'Turn!' commanded James with another crack of the whip and she pivoted on her toe and started skipping in the reverse direction. Despite the strange spectacle, Lucinda could appreciate the therapeutic effect of the constant rhythm and was surprised how elegant it actually looked. She imagined how impressive two or four similarly clad ponies in a team trotting like this would look. James and Wood Spirit went on to perform further trots, canters, gallops and other equine walks that left Lucinda lost in the detail. She couldn't help glancing at the two ponies receiving their punishments. At one point the girl shuddered and nearly fell as Lucinda presumed she could no longer hold off her orgasm. Sweat poured off both of the sufferers, the girl's breasts were flushed and wet and Jingle Bells seemed to enjoy the pain of lifting the weights. At the end of Wood Spirit's exercises, almost to rub in the point, a groom appeared with a bucket of water and a sponge and wiped the thin sheen of perspiration off her. He constantly praised and stroked her as he did so, grinned and nuzzled against him as Lucinda had noticed Princess do earlier. Then came the turn of the working ponies. A sort of sledge some two metres in length was brought in and laid on the ground at the far end of the arena, James led Wood Spirit onto the sledge and tapped her leg just below the knee. She knelt down on her heels. Next Trawler Captain and Antonio/Arnie appeared. They both had on much sturdier harnesses than before with thick chains hanging from the back. Lucinda noticed they both wore hiking boots. Charles said, 'With the limited space here we can only have a static dragging heat but it will still give you an idea of the sort of events we run.' 'The principle is very simple. Each pony takes it in turns to drag a fixed weight, in this case one of the prettiest weights I've seen' he smiled at Wood Spirit who blushed and also couldn't help smiling, 'over a fixed distance and their time is recorded. The winner is the one with the shortest time out of three attempts. 'A handicap system is used based upon previous form. In this case El Caballo Padre de Castell n has a two second penalty and goes last He was pointing to Antonio/Arnie - so he was Spanish? Lucinda could envisage him Flamenco dancing or bull fighting but she couldn't decipher his name and settled on 'El' for short. A groom, riding crop in hand, timidly approached the Trawler Captain who snorted at him and stamped her feet. He grabbed her reins and dealt her a sharp blow on the buttocks with the crop. This enraged her further and she pulled at the reins until three more blows subdued her sufficiently for the groom to lead her to a point in front of the sledge. The other groom attached the chains on her harness to two ropes attached to the sledge. The pony bucked and twisted until more blows reduced her to hissing through her bit as she glowered at the grooms. Peter whispered to Lucinda. 'She's working up her adrenalin, this sort of thing can get quite out of control at times, they get a sort of high on it.' Lucinda, firstly, wondered how he knew all this and, secondly, was bemused how he talked about the big woman as though she genuinely was a horse. She shrugged and added them to her list of paranoia points to clear up later. James had a stopwatch poised... 'Pull!!' he commanded. The groom delivered a resounding blow and the woman leapt forwards to overcome the inertia of the sledge. She grunted and stomped her feet forwards step by step and, slowly, the sledge picked up speed. The audience clapped in time with her stomping and cheered when the front of the sledge crossed a chalk line drawn on the floor. '27 seconds' James announced. The woman was unhitched and stood panting as the sledge was returned and El hitched to it. He was perfectly calm as they did this. The only sign of any reaction was his slow, deep breathing. Like my Yoga, Lucinda thought as she unconciously ran through one of her pranayama breathing cycles. 'Pull!' El's time was 25 seconds including the handicap. They both took another turn going in the return direction across the room. This gave Lucinda a chance to rest her chin in her hands and ogle El's straining gluteus muscles. Peter raised an eyebrow at her. 'I'm being attentive' she grinned, 'Like you were with Wood Spirit!' This time the woman managed it in 24 seconds and El was still 25. She strutted around to the cheers of the crowd. He remained impassive. As the woman's final attempt commenced one of the audience started to shout out the seconds... '...3...4...5...' The crowd cheered and joined in as it neared 23, then 24 and finally 26. 'She's tired' noted Peter. 'I'm not surprised!' said Lucinda, 'Look at her'. The woman was walking around gasping for breath and pouring with sweat. Lucinda was rapidly coming to the opinion that either sweatiness was a pre-requisite for being a pony or there was a great market for pony deodorants. It was now El's final turn. Lucinda, like most of the women in the room, wanted him to win and, before she realised it, she was on her feet shouting out the times with the crowd like a partygoer at a Hen Night baying for the male stripper's jock strap. '...20...21...22!' James confirmed. 22 seconds. El had won. Charles patted him on the shoulder and he grinned at the crowd. Perfect teeth, naturally. The two contestants and Wood Spirit were led to the back of the room.

Chapter 6 Interval, examining the ponies

Charles then announced, 'Ladies and Gentlemen, thank you. Now it's time for a break. After this we shall see the show ponies and our finale. Please feel free to inspect the ponies and chat to their owners. You may touch or pet the ponies but I ask you to be gentle and not alarm them because they can get very skittish in crowds. 'I'd also like to remind you about the stall outside and The Berkshire Trials' He waved the form again. 'We restart in 20 minutes, prompt! Thank you.' The audience clapped and the lights above the tables came on. Some people from a table at the far end of the room walked over to the stage. The ponies' owners Lucinda presumed judging by the proprietary interest that they took in their charges as they joined them. A large number of onlookers went over to the line of ponies that were now all tethered between the two podia, the two ponies receiving their punishment getting a great deal of attention. One or two of crowd tentatively reached out a hand to touch them then they were mainly lost to Lucinda's view.

Peter stood and stretched. He turned to Lucinda. 'Well?' 'Well what?' she replied. 'Well, what do you think? Of course.' Lucinda thought a moment. 'To be honest, I don't know. Frankly it's bloody weird but also compelling. I don't understand why the ponies don't just say 'Piss off' and walk away when they are being abused like that.' Peter smiled in his patronising I'm-looking-enigmatic way that infuriated her but he remained silent. 'I wish you'd explain what's going on here'. 'That's what Charles and James have been doing, what part didn't you follow?' Lucinda sighed. 'Stop being so damned obtuse. You know just what I mean. About me, this was a set-up.' Peter sat, leant towards her and took her hands in his. He kissed her and looked her directly in the eyes. 'You were so incredible sexy last weekend. You turned me on... very much. Very much indeed.' He almost blushed. 'Really?' Lucinda grinned, 'Well I think you know what you did to me?' 'I have though of little else all week!' he replied. Lucinda could feel herself becoming aroused just talking about it. 'I have thought about it too. In fact I was rather hoping we'd go straight home after dinner and fuck the living daylights out of each other until Monday morning. I was not expecting all this...' She waved her hand about. Peter looked forlorn. 'Oh. And I thought you said you liked the animal behaviour. I'm sorry I took you too literally, but the thought of you proudly performing really turns me on. You'd make a lovely pony.' Lucinda looked at him. He just stared like a little boy waiting for Father Christmas to deliver the presents. 'You're serious?' she asked. He nodded. 'You'd actually like me dressed up like that? Bridles and stuff?' Another nod. 'Being trained? Made to perform in these events?' Nod. 'You'd not laugh at me and think me a complete prat?' 'Never. No way. Not anyhow.' 'What about others letching over my tits and more?' 'You have great tits, and more. I'd feel very proud to have others admiring them. It would make them very jealous.' Lucinda deliberately shut up and looked at him quizzically. He really was serious she realised. It was also blatantly apparent that he knew a great deal more about ponies than he'd previously admitted to and wished to share this with her. She contemplated the thought of wearing the harnesses and bridles and the other erotic gear, especially those super boots. What had she to lose? It was only dressing up after all, not a lot different to sexy undies and the skimpy nightie she'd occasionally worn for him and other boyfriends in the past - and herself. Now, if this stuff even had only half the effect that that did? It would take some getting used to. 'You'd have to be patient with me?' 'Of course.' What did she feel about having her tits, and more, letched at? Damn it. She'd spent the best part of a fortnight the previous summer spread- eagled naked in the sun on a Greek beach and not given a toss. On the contrary, she'd had a little thrill at the way men, and some women, looked her up and down as they passed. She grinned as she recalled the game she'd played by peering between her breasts from under her sunglasses and lining up 'targets' with her pubes as a foresight. Willing them to look at her as she 'fired'. 'This is all rather a rush,' she said. Another nod. 'This whipping and stuff is a bit extreme' 'I understand, I love you. I'd never do anything to hurt you.' Oh God! He'd said it, the magic phrase. Lucinda felt a dozen little fluttering explosions inside her. This was DECISION TIME, an IMPORTANT STEP, a LIFE CHOICE before her. She gulped. What the Hell? It was time she had a change and she was very fond of him but not sure whether she loved him as such, after her previous fiascos she was not sure what it really meant. Anyhow, he was great in the sack. She took the plunge... 'Clippity, bloody, clop Master.' Peter beamed and hugged her tight before planting a huge kiss on her lips. 'That's great hon! Wonderful! As you'd say 'Super'!' Lucinda pushed him away a little. He looked alarmed. 'One condition though' 'Yes?' 'We still get to fuck the living daylights out of each other this weekend!' 'Too right we do!' 'It's a deal then partner' She spat on her hand like she'd seen Irish horse traders do, he laughed and spat on his before they shook hands. 'So, what are we doing in a sodding stable when I could be pleasing my Master?' she asked. 'My darling, you are pleasing me greatly. You have no idea just how much in the last two minutes. But I also want to please you and the finale is what I've brought you to see. The rest is window dressing.' Lucinda grinned and said, 'I'm teasing. Honestly I do find this interesting and very sexy and I'm flattered that you'd consider me worthy of being a pony.' 'I have no doubts there, you'll blow their minds like you blow mine!' 'I intend to blow a lot more than your mind tonight!' she said as she pursed her lips at him. 'Oh God!' he moaned. She grinned and hugged him, then put on a childish voice, 'Pwease can we go and look at the pwetty ponies now? Pwease Daddy. Pwease!' 'Of course we can' he laughed, 'come my pretty little filly.' Oh I fully intend to, she thought. Lots. They stood and wandered over to the line of ponies.

--*-- If they say that dogs look like their owners, the opposite could be said of ponies and their owners. It was hard to tell who exactly were the owners and who were the spectators. Lucinda couldn't resist getting drawn to the incessantly stroking thing between cat suit's legs. The obnoxious little finger and the rubber suit inside her thighs were soaked with her vaginal secretions, Lucinda could smell the musty tanginess as she approached. She now saw that the cat suit was latex and the tightly laced corset was boned leather. Up close it seemed even more incredible that her waist could be reduced so far. The girl had her eyes half closed and looked stoned as she swayed still trying to stay on the podium. Lucinda guessed that the stiff corset must have been a great help in keeping her upright. Her owner had to be the guy who looked like a biker - straggly ponytail and droopy moustache. Lucinda had ambivalent feelings about how someone could let the person they love be subjected to the sort of humiliation and discomfort that his pony was undergoing. Maybe they weren't lovers? In which case, why would she want to do this? Stupid question Lucinda! She only had to look at the girl's eyes to see the pleasure she was experiencing. Biker man smiled at Lucinda. 'Hi' he said, glancing up at his pony. 'You like?' He had a slight accent, German or Dutch Lucinda guessed. 'She's lovely, and what an amazing outfit. I can't get over how narrow her waist is.' '46 cm' he said proudly, 'that's about 18 inches or so, we try to get to 45 cm normally.' The man reached up from behind and put his hands around her constricted waist and caressed her hips. She gave a little shudder and immediately arched her back such that she thrust down on the dildo and its clitoral stimulator. 'She's trained to be held like this and taken from behind. Only then has she permission to climax' he explained casually as though he was demonstrating how to use some sort of household appliance. From her soft moans and the glistening pole between her legs, it was clear that it was not the only way she could reach orgasm. Lucinda swallowed at his candidness and changed the subject. 'Er, how long has she been a pony?' 'Two years or so I guess, we are doing BDSM ever since we meet though.' Lucinda had to ask... 'Er, I hope you don't think me rude, but... are you lovers?' The man smiled widely, 'We have been married six years and have two children and, yes, we are lovers. More of lovers now than before, I think'. He gave his wife's waist a little squeeze and she smiled and mumbled something incoherent. Lucinda felt a bit happier with her agreeing to Peter's proposal and smiled at him. The biker man asked, 'And you? Are you into the scene?' Peter answered for them. 'Not BDSM, but we've been discussing pony-play.' The man nodded and held out his hand, 'Good luck to you both with whatever you decide' he added, 'If you ever need to talk to us about anything please get in touch via Charles... Wolfgang and Sabine. I hope we can see you in Arnhem sometime? You would be welcome.' They both thanked him and moved to along the line of ponies. Lucinda was keen to take a closer look at El but so were most of the women in the room and some of the men it seemed and they crowded around the tall stallion. His owner was a surprisingly ordinary looking woman in her mid forties or so. Peter noticed Lucinda looking and whispered, 'I hear she is one of the most experienced working-pony trainers in Europe, people send their stallions to her from all over the world.' 'You mean she's not his owner?' 'No. It is very common to have someone different to train your pony, especially where there is a relationship. It's often impossible for the owner to be objective enough to view the pony only as a horse.' Peter indicated Wood Spirit, 'She has no owner at the moment and is being trained at Charles's stables. Charles will probably auction her at the Berkshire Trials. I'd imagine he'll get a good price. She's a very quick learner, and very pretty too. Nice small tits, a good feature in a pony girl.' 'Auction?' Lucinda asked, ignoring his comment about the girl's breasts. Lucinda's were about the same size and the compliment did not go unnoticed. 'Yes, it covers the investment Charles has made in her. There are many rich owners who don't want the hassle of finding and breaking in a pony and are prepared to pay for that service.' Lucinda was astonished that actual money changed hands. It made perfect sense but put a level of seriousness on the whole business that scared her. Peter seemed to sense her unease. 'There is what's known as a 24/7 relationship. That's 24 hours a day, seven days a week. In other words, total commitment. Many subs - er, submissives - are desperate for that level of control.' Lucinda had guessed they weren't underwater craft but appreciated the explanation. She looked at Wood Spirit and tried to imagine how someone could give herself to that extreme. What about friends? Family? Work? It saddened her to think that being sold to someone unknown was more important. 'Does that mean I'm a sub now?' Peter laughed. 'Not unless you want to be. A pony is not necessarily submissive. OK, she will obey orders and incur displeasure if she disobeys, but one of the important features is the wild spirit that she possesses and the degree of wilfulness that implies. And you, my darling...' he kissed her cheek '...have that in spades!' Lucinda frowned. 'Just think about real ponies and horses when you consider pony-play. Stubborn as a mule? Frisky? Skittish? Headstrong? Highly strung? And, on the other hand, sleek, beautiful, runs like the wind, a winner, thoroughbred.' Lucinda got his point and further warmed to the idea although she added her own childhood memories to the list, mucking out, peeing on your feet, biting, kicking, throwing and, of course, whopping great dicks! She suddenly had a terrible thought. 'I'm not eating sodding pony nuts!' Peter grinned, 'I dunno what pony nuts are! I just hope they are not what I think' She blanched, 'God no! Ugh! I know I chatter but my mouth is not that big!'

A man with silver-grey hair and a long beard who looked like he'd stepped from Wild West Show stood with his arms around the two blonde show ponies. They were both extremely pretty and, from the way they nuzzled and rubbed against the man he was more than just their owner.

Lucinda wanted to talk more about the boy/girl pony but felt an arm on here shoulders and turned to see Charles smiling at her. 'Well?' he said. D ja vu, thought Lucinda. She looked at him with renewed interest. Rather than appear as the rather old fashioned creep she'd encountered earlier, Lucinda now saw that his paternal nature was genuine care and his chauvinistic arrogance stemmed from being used to giving orders and expecting them to be carried out. 'They're lovely!' Lucinda exclaimed, 'the whole thing is still a bit overwhelming but I'm beginning to understand. I'd like to thank you for making my first visit so pleasant.' She emphasised the 'first'. 'So, we will have the pleasure of your delightful company again?' 'Oh yes, I think so' Lucinda grinned. Charles kissed her hand again. 'That is the best news I've heard this week. I'm honoured that I have been instrumental in my small way.' He clicked his tongue and Princess of the Night trotted over to them. She stood obediently at Charles's side. Now that Lucinda had a closer view she noticed that the woman was possibly older than she first suspected. Laughter lines in the dark make up around her eyes and the twinkle in them made her all the more attractive, Lucinda still envied her lack of cellulite and marvelled at her fitness. 'You're her owner?' Lucinda asked. 'Oh yes, Princess and I go back a long way' he kissed her on the forehead. Lucinda looked at the woman, 'You, er, I mean she, looks stunning.' Lucinda felt uncomfortable talking about her in the third person when she was standing right next to her. 'Thank you' said Charles, 'I'm sure she appreciates your comments.' Lucinda felt slightly embarrassed and added, 'With a figure like that you should market this as a diet! The Pony Plan Diet,' she giggled. Charles failed to see the humour and said, 'Beauty comes from the right mindset not out of a book. That takes years of care and dedication and can't be picked up as a fad.' 'I'm sorry, I was joking' Lucinda mumbled, 'My advertising background, I guess?' She was gratified to see Princess give her a little wink and grin as the pony raised an eyebrow and glanced at Charles. Charles checked his watch, 'We need to get things going again' he said. 'Eek!' exclaimed Lucinda to Peter, 'I need the loo first. Where are they?' 'Far end on the left' said Charles pointing to a door next to where the ponies had been before. Lucinda pecked Peter on the cheek, 'Don't start without me!' she laughed as she moved off. 'You have five minutes and no more!' she heard Charles shout as she worked her way through the crowd.

Chapter 7 Decision to become a pony girl

As she sat on the loo she reflected upon the decision she'd made to accept Peter's invitation to participate in this strange activity. On the one hand, it was definitely weird and in some ways quite creepy. On the other hand, it could be a great laugh and everyone she'd met was so nice. The main thing was that it was something that Peter wanted dearly for her to do. She had the distinct impression that if she'd said 'No' their relationship would have stalled which made her concerned about how much he loved her. Did she love him? She couldn't easily answer that. She was very fond of him and it was great to have someone around to share her life with. She knew that one day he'd be going back to the States when his contract finished. As things currently stood she would not have gone with him and she knew he wouldn't have stayed in the UK to be with her. For the time being she still needed her own space and the current situation was fine. But, maybe, things might develop into something more enduring in time. In the meantime, here was a chance to have a lot of fun, and a lot of interesting sex it seemed, without getting over hung up on 'relationships' and 'commitment', the rocky areas upon which her love life had previously foundered. Plus, she reminded herself, some super boots and a rather fetching tail! 'Yup,' she mentally high-fived herself, 'it was to be.'

She dried herself and stood up. Then, hitching up her skirt and sucking in her waist she peered down at herself. She'd always had great legs and, after a bikini wax, she'd have a dainty little pussy again to make any Master proud. Suddenly she had an idea and grinned. She let her panties drop, stepped out of them and put them in her bag. Then she folded the waistband of her skirt inside to take an inch or so off the length and smoothed it straight. 'I may as well start performing now' she thought and opened the cubicle door.

'Hi' said the reflection of the girl who was retouching her make-up in the mirror. 'Oh! Hi' said L, 'I'm sorry, I hadn't realised anyone was waiting.' There was only the one cubicle. 'No problem, I only wanted to check my face. Your first time here?' 'Yes. It's been quite an eye-opener' she smiled, getting her brush from her bag. She moved next to the girl to share the mirror. 'May I?' 'Sure' she moved across, 'It can be quite a shock. But you seem to be quite excited by it all. You're grinning like a Cheshire Cat!' Lucinda beamed as she brushed her hair, 'That obvious eh? My boyfriend has just asked me if I'll be his Pony Girl' The girl, who was in her late teens or early twenties, also beamed and turned to her, 'Hey. That's really cool! What did you say?' 'Thank you, and yes. I will be. I mean, I have. Now. For certain.' Before Lucinda could think, the girl hugged her and gave her a little kiss on the cheek. Lucinda blinked. 'Oops, I'm sorry. I just couldn't resist it. You look such a great couple and I'm really pleased for you, and jealous too! If you ever need another pony to play with...' Lucinda was speechless. She looked at the girl who was unashamedly staring straight at her. 'You'll make a very pretty pony, your boyfriend is a very lucky guy,' she continued. Lucinda felt her paranoia return a little. 'Do you know him?' 'Me? Not really. I'm a member of the BDSM club here and heard you were visiting tonight. I saw you both on the top table and,' she smiled sheepishly, 'followed you in here.' Her face softened and Lucinda thought she was about to kiss her again, 'I was serious about another pony to play with you know.' 'Er yes. OK. I'm not sure. Things are moving very fast for me.' 'No probs.' She touched L's hand, reached into her bag and slipped a business card into L's hand. 'I'm Cat, Catherine, give me a call if you'd like to meet and chat sometime.' Lucinda looked at the card and smiled. 'Pleased to meet you Cat, I'm Lucinda.' She didn't know whether to shake hands or kiss the girl. Instead she changed the subject, 'We should be getting back, I guess' The girl laughed. 'Sure. Take care.' She winked as Lucinda squeezed past.

As the door to the ladies' loo closed behind her, Lucinda stopped in the corridor and took a deep breath. Wow. Was that a pick up? She felt a delicious tingle in her loins. Maybe a threesome wasn't such a bad idea. Stop it girl! She chided herself. But, hang on. A few hours ago you were Little Miss Innocent and now you're you've just seen a guy with weights dangling from his willy, a happily married woman having multiple climaxes in public and been standing knickerless in the loo in a BDSM club while flirting with a lesbian! And you've agreed to become a pony girl. She smiled. Too bloody right I have. Peter was not the only lucky one tonight. She took a deep breath. Put her hand on the door handle. Bye, bye innocence, make way for Lucky Lady!

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