A Pony Tale - Part 2

Author: Pony Girl, Copyright (c)2000 Pony Girl, UK.

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 8 - Circus ponies

Lucinda was alarmed to find that the events had already restarted. None of the ponies were left in the room and the two punishment stands had gone. In their place were a set of small jumps and what looked like traffic cones arranged in a pattern. Charles had noticed Lucinda's entrance and stopped his delivery. 'One moment ladies and gentleman, we'll be ready to start in a minute.' He folded his arms and looked at her. 'Bastard!' thought Lucinda. 'I'll show you' She sent thanks to wherever her deportment mistress, Miss Reid, was today and remembered the mantra she'd drummed into all of her 'gels'. 'Shoulders back, waist in, head up, eyes straight ahead, one foot in front of the other and walk, walk, walk,' with the tap of her cane on the floor. Lucinda added, 'and wiggle your pretty little pony butt.' She hitched her bag up onto her shoulder, fixed her eyes on Peter and sashayed the length of the room between Charles and the row of tables before him. The thought of all those eyes watching her and the knowledge that her nakedness was covered by the skimpiest of skirts made her tingle with excitement. As she neared Peter, Charles turned to commence his announcements and a final wicked thought came to her. She reached into her bag and extracted her panties then let them trickle through her fingers onto the table before her mesmerised lover as she executed a beautiful turn, sat down and crossed her legs. She smiled sweetly at the dozens of faces watching her and half nodded to Charles with a 'Pray continue' look. 'Thank you' he said before he could catch himself, and went on to announce some domestic arrangements and details about future meetings. Peter surreptitiously slipped the panties off the table. 'What's got into you?' he whispered, 'are you OK?' 'I'm great thanks. Is there a problem?' she batted her eyelashes innocently. 'Er, no. Not at all. You seem somehow different. That was a very sexy entrance, you made quite an impression by the way.' Lucinda grinned and nuzzled his face with her cheek. 'I'm practising' Peter kissed her. 'So you're sure then?' 'Absolutely. One hundred percent.' She added, 'I was also propositioned by a sweet young thing in the loo.' 'You're kidding?' Lucinda produced the girl's card from her hand bag and showed him, 'Her name's Catherine.' 'Shit!' he murmured. Peter played with her panties. 'And these?' Lucinda shrugged, uncrossed her legs and parted her thighs. 'I forgot to put them on again.' He looked at the card and then to her, 'You didn't?' She wondered what he was on about then laughed. 'No!' She took his wrist, placed his hand up her skirt and whispered to him, 'Tonight, my precious. This is all yours.' He gulped and started to stroke her but she firmly removed his hand, 'Later, lover boy. We have a show to watch' With that she turned her attention to the arena.

It was the turn of the circus ponies. They skipped out side by side and executed opposite laps of the arena before coming to rest next to Charles. 'The jumps and obstacles form a course which the ponies have to complete. Like their equine counterparts, they compete against the clock and accrue penalty times for any faults. Additional points are awarded or deducted for poise, style and general demeanour.' The two ponies strutted their stuff and jumped over poles and fences then weaved and turned in the tight space. As they jumped over the fence nearest her, their tiny skirts rose and Lucinda noticed that, like her, they also wore no undergarments but she failed to identify precisely where their chains were attached. After a ripple of applause, the panting cross pony was led away and blinkers attached to his partner's bridle. The grooms then cleared away the jumps but left the cones in a zigzag down the centre of the room. Charles explained, 'These particular blinkers completely blindfold the pony. You'll notice that she has had her reins attached and it is only via these that she will know where to go. Her trainer will guide her through the course and, in a normal session, reward or punish her appropriately.' The groom locked her wrists together behind her back in the arms folded pose Lucinda had seen earlier. The girl worked the bit in her mouth until she was satisfied then tossed her head a couple of times and pawed, or should it be 'hoofed' the floor. One of the grooms took up the slack in the reins and clicked his tongue. He guided her via the cones and back again until the audience clapped as the course was eventually completed. She was rewarded with words of praise and slapped affectionately on the rump.

Chapter 9 - Princess and El

Charles went on to explain how the events previously demonstrated worked in a larger arena and outside. The grooms, meanwhile, cleared the area and returned leading Princess and El. Lucinda was spellbound. Princess of the Night was on all fours. Her arms had been extended to form pony-like forelegs complete with hooves that matched her boots. These allowed her to walk in a surprisingly effective way with her tail and head proudly raised, she wiggled her hips and tossed her head as she trotted in. Lucinda, like the rest of the audience, was pleased to see El now resplendent in his naked glory. The attributes that earned him the title of stallion were more than adequate and his thick prick hung languidly between his legs. Again, someone had been liberal with the baby oil and his entire body glistened in the lights. Although they both wore bridles, neither had a bit nor reins. The groom pulled their bridles to lead them to opposite ends of the room and left them. Princess slowly wandered about casually ignoring the proceedings and El started to swagger and flex like a wrestler limbering up before a bout. Charles announced. 'Thank you for you indulgence tonight. I hope we've managed to inform, entertain and intrigue you a little. 'The final piece is not an event but a reward for our winning stallion from earlier. His prize, if you haven't already guessed, is to be a stud for the delectable Princess.' He gestured at her but she merely pawed at a spot on the ground. 'As you can see, she is not particularly interested. Her stud will have to arouse her heat first and then claim his reward. 'Ladies and gentlemen, El Caballo Padre de Castell n and Princess of the Night!' The crowd cheered and Charles backed off to leave the two magnificent looking ponies alone together.

Princess continued to inspect the floor as El trotted noisily around on the other side of the arena occasionally stomping his hooves on the ground and snorting. The girl swung her head to see what all the noise was about and tossed her long mane in total indifference before turning her back on him. Lucinda noticed that this time, however, she was standing with her rear feet further apart and thrusting her rump back as she swung her hips suggestively. Her tail swished across the tops of her bare legs and exposed flashes of her sex to him. She was clearly aroused and her inner labia and vulva peeked seductively from between her outer lips. Lucinda's own legs tensed and she pressed herself into her seat as she imagined how that must have felt with the tail fanning a gentle breeze over her sensitive parts. Princess was not the only one aroused. El's member slowly filled with blood and hung thick and heavy between his legs as he kept his gaze glued to her rear. He sauntered across the arena with his penis and balls swaying from side to side. As he invaded her space, she snorted and trotted a few steps sway from him then resumed her sexual display and detailed inspection of the ground. Undaunted, El followed, each time reducing the distance between them as she started to only give a little skip at each approach and raised her rear slightly more on every pause. Eventually she stopped and turned her head to look back at him. He pretended not to notice that she'd stopped and, instead, he walked straight past her and just bumped her thigh with his hip. She skipped on again and he repeated the action a few more times until she managed to bump him first. He grinned and rubbed his hip along the side of her body causing her to stagger a little. This courtship dance was repeated a couple of times and she finally pushed with her forelegs to hold her ground and turned her head to face him. He stopped halfway along her side, bent his head to her neck and started to nuzzle her. She dropped her head and rolled her shoulders in pleasure then met his nuzzles with nuzzles of her own. Their nuzzling turned to kisses and licking of each other's face, neck and ears until he was almost leaning across her back and they were locked in a long passionate kiss. Still licking and gently nipping her neck and back he worked his hips nearer to her front until he was in line with her shoulders. He was now fully, and very impressively, erect in the space between them. His glans shone in the light like a small fist in a purple silk glove and the veined foreskin withdrew over his thick shaft. The Princess could not fail to see his arousal and pawed the ground a few times as she swung her hips harder. She slid her feet further apart and gave little thrusts with her rear. The audience could clearly see every detail of her swollen lips and the dark entrance between them. The smell of her musk seemed to reach her suitor and, nostrils flaring, he also started to paw the ground and worked his head towards her hips. She suddenly jumped and giggled as he nipped a ticklish part of her waist then she resumed her inviting pose. He had turned completely and they now stood side by side facing in opposite directions. He slid his tongue down the outside of her thigh until he could place his left palm on the floor to steady himself. He flicked her tail over her hip with his other hand before placing that on the floor. She twisted her fully exposed rump with the little base of her tail sticking proudly out of her anus towards him and rubbed her mane along his lower back and hips. Lucinda smiled as she counted nine legs. Now Princess had stopped her swaying. She slid her forelegs outwards and arched her back like a stretching cat. She held this position and El rubbed his face along her thigh and up towards his prize. He kissed and nipped the sensitive inside of her thigh. She closed her eyes and moaned, her trembling sex only inches above him. Lucinda was almost moaning too as she felt a corresponding need to have that handsome face buried in her own pussy. Infuriatingly, he merely stood up behind her and, placing his palms on her cheeks, started to buffet her rump and thighs with the head of his penis as he sought to enter her. She gave a little squeal of surprise and skipped forwards a few paces then turned to face him. It was his turn to act coy now. He placed his feet apart, stood upright with his back half turned to Lucinda, held his hands behind him and stared into the distance like an actor in some tacky men's clothing ad. The sight of his dimpled buttocks made Lucinda slip her hand under her skirt and start to give herself the relief that Princess had been denied. Her eyes flicked between those tensed muscles and his engorged penis that jutted proudly into the space before him. Lucinda placed a fingertip just above her little button. Suddenly, she her wrist was gripped and Peter tugged her hand away. 'Later' he reminded her with a grin and she pouted. 'Spoilsport!' 'Pay attention you little hussy,' he whispered.

Princess peered at El from under her fringe. She frowned and wiggled her rear impatiently. The audience giggled as she peered at his huge erection and cocked her head to one side. She took a noisy step nearer, stopped and peered again, this time swishing her tail wildly. Liking what she saw, she minced around in front of him then rubbed her head and body along his loins giving his prick a playful tap with her hip as she passed. He stiffened his jaw, and also his erection, Lucinda noticed, and then he continued to stare into space. Princess frowned again, nudged his glans with her forehead and backed away to watch the reaction. This caused another little giggle then she repeated the action - his expression showed continued indifference, the quivering of his magnificent penis suggested otherwise. Princess trotted around him in a circle, all the time remaining in contact with his body until she stopped and nuzzled his buttocks and hips with her head and cheek. Her tongue flicked at his anus where his tail entered him and he gasped. She grinned and moved around to his balls, letting her hair stroke and caress him there as she licked the base of his shaft. Her actions were stimulating her as much as him. She locked her legs and thrust her rear backwards with her tail quivering like his erection. The two of them were only paces from the top table and Lucinda could plainly see that the pony girl's inner lips were as wet and puffy as her own felt. Princess wiggled her hips around until she presented her rump to the rest of the audience. As she did this, her attention moved up his shaft until she could run her tongue tip around the edge of his glans. He had the grace to groan but still remained impassive. She shrugged, lifted her head, took a deep breath, opened her mouth wide and swallowed a good fifty-percent of his shaft. Lucinda was amazed she could do that without choking. From her vantage point, Lucinda could see Princess's throat was filled with his penis and still she eased a little more in. She looked up at him adoringly and fluttered her eyelashes. He glanced down then away again, but wore a slight smile. She moved her head back and allowed her lips to trail saliva along the exposed length in one sloppy, sensuous suck. Princess stopped with her lips giving the very tip a little kiss, she looked up at him and cocked her head. He met her gaze, put his hands behind his head like a Flamenco dancer and thrust slightly. Her eyes lit up and she rocked forwards and sank down on his shaft again, this time taking even more of him into her throat. 'Oh my God!' Lucinda murmured. Lucinda tore her eyes away. You could have heard a pin drop. Everyone was riveted to the tableau before them and Lucinda noticed a few hands playing with their partner's or their own genitals, sometimes both. Recently chastised, Lucinda had to content herself with rubbing her thighs together. Even with her mouth and throat stuffed, Princess cocked her head again and looked quizzically at her stud. The thought, 'Hello Mr. President' flashed through Lucinda's mind and she suppressed a giggle. El smiled at his mare and nodded before taking a step back. Princess jumped and turned at the same time landing simultaneously on all four feet. She manoeuvred into a comfortable position, then straightened and locked her legs and arms. She turned and faced him end thrust her inviting sex backwards. He rolled his hips and positioned himself between her legs, his hands still locked behind his neck. He flexed his knees and buffeted her belly and clitoris again with his penis. It was Princess's turn to moan. She dropped her head and tried to meet his thrusting with her own until his entire prick was covered with her juices and the rhythm became more frantic. Lucinda was transfixed as the couple jousted before her. Princess's breasts hung in the space below her and bounced and jiggled with each movement, her nipple rings catching the light. He then started to alternately smack her buttocks with each sway, this further aroused them both and the audience started to clap along with the smacks. Suddenly he could bear it no longer. He rocked his hips back, placed the tip or his fully engorged prick between her soaking labia and sank his entire length to the hilt as he arched his back and thrust upwards. The crowd cheered and Lucinda was convinced that Princess's rear feet left the ground as she let out a squeal of delight. The pony girl regained her balance and sat back on each of his jolting thrusts. The wet sound of their coupling and the slapping of his balls filled the room. The crowd clapped louder with each thrust and some of the spectators rose to their feet calling out words of encouragement, as if they really needed any. Lucinda couldn't have stood if she'd tried to. She felt like a jelly and sank further into a hyper-aroused puddle as she fully appreciated why the stallions were rewarded for their stamina. The guy was unstoppable. He drove into the girl again and again, and really did lift her legs off the ground such that only her vagina and hands supported her on many occasions. From the sounds of pleasure she emitted in rising and falling waves, Lucinda concluded that she had probably climaxed from the very first penetration and was being held in a state of near continuous orgasm. Lucinda was very, very jealous as she gazed at his muscled thighs and buttocks rippling before her wishing that, instead, they were rippling behind her. 'Oh my God!' she muttered again, 'This is fucking amazing!' Peter laughed, amused by the blatantly obvious observation she'd just made. 'Amazing fucking too, my darling.' Lucinda found herself joining in the chanting and bit on her knuckle as she also rose unsteadily to her feet. Suddenly El threw back his head and magnificent mane, gritted his teeth and presented a profile of clenched jaw and utter bliss. His back arched, gripped her hips tight and, lifting them towards him with his knees bent and her feet hanging trembling in the air, he pumped his semen deep inside her. The crowd let out a huge roar and applauded. Some bright spark shouted 'More!' and everyone laughed as Princess gave an exasperated, dazed look from a tangle of sweat-soaked hair. The pair held their position until everyone had quietened down and the exhausted couple had regained their breath, then Princess sank to her elbows and knees and slid off his gradually deflating shaft. A few sighs of delight came from the audience and another laugh and ripple of applause followed as a huge dollop of spent semen dripped out of her and splattered on the floor between her ankles. 'That'll take some explaining to the caretaker' thought Lucinda and was absurdly reminded of the joke about 'Come Dancing'. El smiled then bowed and held out a hand to Princess to help her to her human feet only this time, she rested one fore-hoof on El's shoulder to steady herself. Then she beamed at the audience, crossed one hoofed foot over the other ankle and gave a little curtsey that caused another milky droplet to hit the floor. Again, the crown applauded wildly with many more cries of 'More!' and 'Encore!' Lucinda half expected a little girl dressed in a tutu to appear carrying a huge bouquet of flowers at any moment. Instead Charles appeared like the director of a Corps de Ballet and thanked the pair who bowed/curtsied once more and trotted off hand in hoof. 'That's it folks. Thank you once again. I wish you all a safe journey home and look forward to seeing you at the Berkshire Trials in three weeks. Goodnight!' Lucinda clapped and turned to Peter as the lights came on. 'Don't you dare say 'Well?'' she warned. As his mouth opened mutely, she added, 'You have me. Hook, line and sopping wet sinker. I want that!' she pointed at where the two had performed, 'Now!' He beamed and hugged her to him. 'Your wish is my command my little Princess.' She grinned, 'Oh yes. I've also thought of a name. Lucky Lady. Because I am. I have you.' 'Aw' he said and shuffled his feet. She grinned, hooked her arm into his and snuggled against him. She noticed he still had her panties in his hands and had twisted them into a thin rope. She was reminded of her vulnerability and state of arousal, 'Now' she said, 'about these living daylights that demand some serious attention...'

Chapter 10 - On the Tube

Daylight of the natural kind sent a twinkling bar across the bedroom some seven hours later. Lucinda arched her back and stretched like a cat, almost purring as she found herself smiling contentedly. Although somewhat sore down below she savoured the tingling that spread from between her legs via her belly and breasts to the extremities of her body. Peter snored beside her and she grinned and wiggled over to kiss him on the cheek. True to form, he grunted and turned away from her. Lucinda shrugged, 'Poor thing's exhausted' she thought and, pressing her fingers gently into the top of her sex, replayed the night's activities in her mind. They'd bade their farewells to Charles who had gushed and 'my dear'd' her extensively as they made their way to the door. 'Hi again' said Cat, the girl from the loo, as they reached the caf area. 'Oh hi' smiled Lucinda, 'Peter, this is... er... Catherine, wasn't it?' 'Yes, but I prefer Cat. Hi' 'Hello,' nodded Peter as he surveyed the girl, 'I think we've met before?' Lucinda looked at them both curiously and started to feel like an outsider again but Peter saved her from any further paranoia by adding, 'Sorry, we have to go. Cab to catch.' 'OK' she shrugged, 'No problem, take care' They both thanked her and left.

As they walked towards the evening bustle of Marylebone Road, Lucinda asked Peter, 'Where do you know her from?' 'I'm not sure, another of Charles's events maybe? Why?' 'Oh, OK. Nothing. I was just curious. How many of these have you been to, and how did you know him? You've only been here three months?' Peter laughed. 'I went to one just after I arrived here, but I've known Charles's club for a few years now via the Net and on previous trips over here. He and some of his members also visited the States last Summer.' 'And Cat?' 'I've seen her picture on the Club's Web site. I didn't put two and two together when you mentioned her. You're not jealous surely?' Lucinda laughed this time, 'No of course not!' She added a few seconds later... '...but I saw you ogling her body' Peter hugged her to him 'I was merely comparing... and considering how lucky I was' Lucinda felt a rush of affection for him. Well, OK a rush of lust. In fact, both. Sadly, a street corner next to King's Cross Station late at night was not the best place to demonstrate these but she threw caution to the wind and wrapped her arms around his neck before plunging her tongue into his mouth. He still tasted of the coffee they'd drunk earlier and she melted into him as his powerful arms encircled her waist. As they kissed she felt herself lifted off the ground and he buried his face into her neck, licking along the muscle at the side. She giggled and squirmed but he held her tighter. Suddenly she realised what he was also doing and squealed as the cool air caressed her buttocks. 'You bugger!' she exclaimed and jumped away, tugging her skirt down. He put on his little boy look. 'Oh darn! What a shame' he smirked. 'You'll get me arrested around here!' 'And you'll make a fortune from what I hear of this place!' he laughed. 'Oh, so you're my pimp now then?' 'Hardly, pimps send their girls out for money. I'd send you out for your pleasure!' 'You wouldn't let another have me, surely?' she asked softly, but the thought was enticing. 'I've told you, I wouldn't make you do anything that you didn't want to but I did get a great kick out of flashing your pretty fanny just then' 'What!' she exclaimed before she realised that he meant her buttocks. He quickly added, 'And so did they!' She turned and noticed a group of Asian boys grinning at them both. 'Shit!' she exclaimed as she tugged her skirt down. Two of the boys applauded and the others cheered. Lucinda grabbed Peter's hand and charged down the steps to the Underground. 'Sod the taxi' she shouted as she ran, 'I'm not standing there for all to see!' Peter was still laughing, and, when they reached the pedestrian tunnel, he slowed her to a more sedate pace then gripped her hand firmly and said, 'But I wanted you to be seen' Something in his voice made Lucinda stop and look at him. He looked at her seriously. She raised a questioning eyebrow, 'Eh?' 'I wanted you to be seen. It gives me a lot of pleasure to see others appreciate you.' She began to get his drift, 'You mean like the ponies back there?' 'That's exactly what I mean. But they were well trained and obedient' Lucinda now laughed, tying to lighten his seriousness. 'Yes, but they weren't flashing their... er, fannies, outside King's Cross Station!' 'If their trainers had wished it they would have done so.' He still wore his serious expression however. Lucinda sensed they'd reached another important point in the development of their relationship. She held his gaze, wondering if he'd smile. After some moments she felt the throng of the late evening rush of travellers recede to the point that Peter was the sole centre of her existence and felt the thrill run through body even before her mind realised what she was doing. She lowered her eyes. 'I'm sorry... Master. It won't happen again.' Peter took both her hands in his. 'Are you sure?' Lucinda nodded. 'I want you to be absolutely certain you understand what you are saying?' She nodded again but this time squeezed his fingers. 'Yes my love, I am absolutely certain' He gave her a questioning look but then kissed her gently. The thrill she'd experienced a few moments before now spread to fill her with warmth. He put his arm around her shoulders and joined the m l e as they walked down the tiled corridor towards the ticket machines. 'Well, I'd better get you home and put that to the test then!' he laughed. Lucinda just hugged his arm tighter.

The platform was mostly packed with cheerful Friday night revellers and a few weary commuters. To Lucinda's dismay, the Asian lads appeared through the entrance a few moments after them. They giggled and nudged each other and Lucinda felt them looking her up and down. She steeled herself and glanced at Peter who was infuriatingly grinning as he stared nonchalantly across the tracks at a hording advertising cheap international phone calls. Lucinda willed the train to arrive. Thankfully, after a very long minute or so, it did. Despite the crowds, the carriage they boarded had some vacant seats in the long rows that faced each other. Peter whispered to Lucinda, 'Sit there' he nodded at one of the seats, 'but don't cross your legs' he gripped her arm tightly and added, 'In fact I want you to keep them apart' Lucinda started opened her mouth to comment, but remembered her recent vow. She nodded and, when he let her go, walked to the empty seat. Now wishing she'd not folded the waistband over, she tucked her horribly short skirt under her, placed her bag beside her then sat upright like Little Miss Prim. Directly opposite her sat one of her new tormentors, his eyes firmly fixed on her crotch. Lucinda momentarily caught his lecherous grin and turned her attention to her own reflection in the window as the train wound its way through the darkened tunnel. She had never before felt such an urge to cross her legs and maintain her modesty but sensed Peter's testing gaze upon her. At the next station, the seat next to the youth was vacated and one of his cronies joined his colleague. He made an exaggerated act of resting his head on his friend's shoulder to check the view. Her thighs ached with tension and she desperately hoped that his actions went unnoticed by the other travellers. Amazingly she felt herself moisten at the thought of being so nearly naked before these strangers and felt the corresponding flush start to suffuse her neck and face. The more she tried to resist, the more it grew. It reminded her of her excruciating attempts to suppress a fit of the giggles in chapel at school, she'd invariably failed at that too she recalled. In those days she'd tried to focus her attention on the strange numbered codes by each hymn. This time she noticed if she rocked her head a little her reflected face grew and vanished in the curved glass of the window. 'Now you see me, now you don't' she chanted silently to herself as she tried to ignore the leers. Just as she felt she had some degree of control, the first lad, who had slid down in his seat, beamed and suddenly called to Peter. 'Hey man! Your ho' lost something?' Peter hung onto the rail by the doorway, looked slightly bewildered then patted his clothes. 'Oh God!' she thought, 'he can't!' He did. Peter unravelled her panties from his pocket, inspected them and lurched past the, now very interested, travellers. He stopped by the two Asian lads. 'Well there's these I guess?' He dangled the lacy triangle of clothing from his fingertips. 'How very careless.' Lucinda now realised why the mothers of young girls always interrogated them about 'wearing clean knickers' before setting out, the operative word being 'wearing', she was certain they didn't have this type of situation in mind though. A cheer went up from the gang as Peter dropped Lucinda's panties into her lap. She looked down at them seeming so innocent and tiny as they lay there but they could have been a massive laser light-show proclaiming, 'THIS GIRL'S GOT NO PANTIES ON! ROLL UP, ROLL UP! ALL HAVE A PEEK!' Lucinda 's slight flush of arousal was replaced with one of embarrassment. She fumbled with the offending scrap of clothing and looked up plaintively at Peter for guidance. He bent to her and whispered, 'Stand up and put them on.' By this time the entire compartment was aware of her predicament. She took a deep breath, gripped the vertical rail next to her and stood. Steadying herself with one hand, she bent as demurely as possible and stepped into one leg hole. At that moment the train sped into Oxford Circus station and suddenly slowed. The doors opened but no one alighted, only more people entered, and those spectators who refused to get off held the door open. Lucinda wobbled precariously on one leg and tugged the panties up before hastily putting in her other foot and wiggling them up safely under her skirt. She smoothed her skirt and stood. Everyone cheered this time and some even clapped. Lucinda gave a little bow and smiled sheepishly at Peter who held her hand. 'Well done.' He whispered, 'That was very good.' 'It was' she thought, 'My God, it really was!' and she hung onto Peter. The rest of the journey to Victoria passed in a daze with vague memories of fellow travellers smiling and waving at them as they went their separate ways. Lucinda recalled flashes of yet another jovial taxi driver as they drove to Peter's flat in Fulham. During the short journey they sat quietly side-by-side staring out of the cab but Peter had slid her skirt up and was stroking her recently reacquired, and now damp, panties where they covered her swollen clitoris. As his finger moved in relentless tiny circles, visions of the evening's entertainment flashed through her mind and she longed to be taken like El had taken Princess earlier. She'd never been made love to from behind before, 'doggy fashion' she thought the term was. Well, she dismissed the canines in a second and fantasised about 'horsy fashion'. As the thoughts filled her mind she parted her legs and pressed her sex into the seat imagining it filled with a massive, insatiable penis. She let out a little groan and to her disappointment Peter ceased his ministrations as the taxi pulled to a halt. Zombie like and about to burst, she was led by the hand into the building, to the lift then into the flat. Some two metres inside the door was a small table where Peter put his keys, post and similar clutter. Lucinda didn't stop. She walked past him as he held the door for her, leant forwards, extended her arms and flopped onto the table. She reached back and flipped up her skirt then, like a mare in heat, tensed her spread legs and thrust her aching vulva back at her lover and mumbled. 'Fuck me! Oh God, fuck me... NOW!' Lucinda felt Peter's presence behind her as he tugged the crotch of her panties roughly to one side and, before he even touched her flesh she felt her tension race to a peak. Suddenly he slammed into her and flattened her torso and breasts onto the tabletop. With a squeal of delight, she exploded in a shuddering climax that washed over and over as she felt Peter grip her hips and pound frantically such that she swore the rear table legs lifted off the ground until the moment he came into her before collapsing alongside her. She turned her face to his and kissed him as she felt his spasms slowly dwindling. 'Oh my goodness' she panted, What the Hell happened then?' Peter gasped into he ear, 'Well my darling, I think you just well and truly got the living daylights fucked out of you' Lucinda purred and clamped her internal muscles around her lover's penis as she noticed: the door standing wide open; a set of car keys digging into her cheek; two pens stabbing her breast; and a leaflet advertising upholstery cleaning in front of her face.

She replayed the rest of the night in her mind as she lay in the morning light lightly playing with herself. Their erotic safari had led from the hallway where Peter kicked the door shut after he'd extracted himself with a delicious slurping noise. She, in turn, had slid off the table and sat on the floor feeling almost stoned. Peter had thrown the door keys onto the table she now viewed with some affection and had looked down at her, his semi-deflated penis hovering before her face. She'd smiled and cupped his testes in her hand before closing her mouth around the swelling glans. She could still taste the heady mixture of his wheaten-flavoured semen and her tangy juices. The rest of the night had passed in a mixture of mutual lust and the exchange of copious amounts of bodily fluids a great deal of which now formed tight patches on her face, breasts and, curiously, a spot behind her left shoulder.

And it was still only Saturday morning.

Chapter 11 Passing week

Saturday morning? 'Shit!' she cried, crawling over Peter to read the alarm clock. It was 11:30. 'Shit and double shit!' she shouted and leapt out of bed. She was due at Paddington that afternoon to travel to her sister and family in Worcestershire.

After a hasty shower and still pulling on the clothes she'd brought in her overnight bag, she joined Peter in the kitchen where he'd thoughtfully poured some orange juice and made her favourite - toast and Marmite. He grimaced and shook his head as she bit into it. 'Lots of vitamins' she mumbled as she chewed, 'After last night you could probably do with some too!' He licked his lips salaciously and smiled, 'I'll get mine second hand thanks' Lucinda threw the screwed up piece of kitchen roll she'd used as a napkin at him. 'Bad boy!' Changing the subject, but acutely aware of the time she asked, 'What did you buy at the Club last night?' Peter looked dismissive, 'Oh, I just ordered a few things' Lucinda felt a flutter in her belly as she recalled the bizarre and varied selection. 'A few things? For example?' 'You'll have to wait and see' 'But I won't be seeing you until next weekend' she pouted. Peter nodded, 'That's right. And you have some homework to do while I'm in Amsterdam. I'll e-mail you the addresses of some Web sites I'd like you to view.' 'Pony sites? Like the Club?' she asked. He looked at his watch, 'I thought you had a train to catch?' Frowning, Lucinda licked Marmite onto her lips and puckered them at him. 'I could torture the answer from you' she laughed. Gripping her wrists, Peter turned her sideways and delivered a sharp smack to her rump. 'You'll pay for that!' he laughed. 'I hope so!' she giggled as she struggled from him and blew a kiss from the doorway, 'Call me?' she then added, 'Please Master?' He stood and escorted her to the door, 'Very good!' he beamed, 'Of course I will.'

The week passed slowly and Lucinda missed Peter. The agency let staff use the Net for a variety of activities as the clients' markets covered a diverse group. The only real constraints were no on-line games, videos or hard-core porn sites. Lucinda was worried at first that some of the sites Peter had listed fell into the latter category, mainly due to their tacky appearance, but they were pretty innocent and mostly reinforced what she had seen at the Club. The lists Peter had also told her to join allowed her to get a feel for the whole pony 'scene' but, rather than answering her questions, only made her eager to learn more... much more. Lucinda had no doubt that this was Peter's intention and she counted down the days and then hours until Friday evening.

She had made her way, as agreed, from work directly to Peter's flat. He'd greeted her as she exited the lift and, after a long embrace, taken her backpack from her before leading her to the door of the large living room. 'I should really have a shower first' she suggested and went on, 'The pounding you gave my pussy last Friday must have been good, I got my period on the damned train! Two days early.' He pressed his hand into the front of her skirt and licked the line of muscle at her shoulder as he sniffed, 'Hmmm, I love the smell of a woman and, considering how sweaty I intend to make you tonight, a shower seems pointless as you won't be needing any clothes.' Lucinda tingled and, looking at the closed door, said, 'I smell more like a knackered commuter my love, but your understanding is touching. What's the big secret?' With a cheeky grin like a child revealing his secret lair Peter opened the door with a flourish. Lucinda entered and her eyes roamed over the rearranged room. The furniture had been pushed back against the walls leaving a mini 'arena' in the centre of the room with the six, bright, low voltage ceiling lights all turned inwards to provide illumination to this area. The arena area was covered with thick plastic sheeting like that used to protect carpets from heavy traffic. Lucinda noticed that Peter's beloved home cinema system was still intact with its large viewing screen pulled down at the end of the room. What had been added though were two tripods each carrying a small camera and a horizontal bar with lights on either end like small headlights. One was situated a little below waist height just to the left of the screen, the other on the opposite side of the room at shoulder height. Both pointed at the centre of the arena area. 'Wow, you have been busy,' she said, noticing he'd forgotten to pack away his collapsible workbench that stood behind the door. 'Well you have a great deal to learn' he added, grinning 'my dear!' She poked her tongue out at him and walked over to the low coffee table by the window. This carried an array of harnesses and other pony gear at one end then an assortment of phallic devices and including two butt plug tails that Peter had fantasised about and, finally, a tray containing some bottles and various nasty looking pieces of what looked like surgical clamps and thin chains.

'When did you do get all this, I thought you were in Amsterdam all week?' 'I bought quite a bit there, but flew back via Cambridge on Thursday so that I could pay some friends in the area a visit,' he replied. She looked at all the tack and felt her fear rise along with her curiosity but was deliciously aroused by the paradoxical combination even if things were developing faster than she was entirely comfortable with. 'What on Earth were all these for?' she thought, and started to approach the table. Peter seemed to catch her indecision and held her arm. 'You do still want to go through with this?' he asked, now serious. 'My love, after experiencing what last weekend did for the both of us followed by a very frustrating week, I want this very much indeed.' She cupped her breasts and offered them to him, 'And so do your little friends!' 'OK, take off your clothes' Peter said calmly as he shut the door behind her.

Chapter 12 Peter starts to train Lucinda

Lucinda pushed her shoes off with her toes and walked across the plastic floor to the centre of the room where she started to tug her blouse from her skirt. A day of client review meetings meant she had to dress the part as a 'suit' but was, as always, glad to discard the uniform. She still regretted not being able to shower first as this simple daily ritual always marked the transition from work to recreation for her. Meanwhile Peter was busying with his computer on the desk in the corner. Suddenly an image of her appeared on the large screen. She made a face at the camera on the left and mouthed 'Hi mum'. It seemed odd looking at herself reversed and took her a few moments and further silly gestures to get used to the fact it was not a mirror. Staring at the centre of the screen with an occasional glance to check the image she started an exaggerated strip tease as she hummed 'The Stripper'. Peter laughed. 'Oh very impressive' he commented as he fiddled with the apparatus. She pirouetted, tossed her bra away, jiggled her at him and said, 'You should see what I do for tips!' Her jokiness indicated that her nervousness was getting the better of her and she added cupping her breasts, 'Maybe a whip round?' Peter sighed and rolled his eyes before adding in a serious tone, 'Maybe. Maybe much, much more.' He snapped his fingers, 'Enough frivolity. Clothes off!' She hastily complied and, after slipping off her panties, placed the folded pile on one of the chairs before returning to her spot. There were now two images of her, side by side on the screen. The left image was as before, but the right image, to her horror, showed her rear. She tightened her buttocks and willed the apparent mountains, OK, dimpled foothills of cellulite to disappear. They stubbornly refused to budge, remaining as dormant as two sacks of lard. She twisted and peered over her shoulder at the offending parts. She was mortified, 'You're not going to show this to anyone are you?' 'I don't believe this!' he exclaimed, 'I'm about to record all sorts of intimate and potentially hard-core activities and you're worried about whether your ass looks big!' Lucinda stared back at the image of her bum as she tweaked the, frankly perfect, globes. 'Well I never expected this! And, well, I mean, damn it. This sort of thing is important to a woman. Let's get our priorities right here' she added a grin. 'You little minx' he laughed, 'I'll soon be adjusting your 'priorities' for you!' As an afterthought, she asked, 'Is this really being recorded?' Peter nodded, 'Only onto the computer, I can edit together some selected highlights for us to view later when we review your training.' 'Yeah, and when I'm not around and Mr. Wobbly wants to play' she thought to herself. It was rather quaint that he might prefer to toss off to pictures of her than the other porno videos she'd seen on his shelf, some of which they'd viewed together as they sprawled on the settee on this very spot.

Lucinda made an exaggerated curtsey to him. 'Your unworthy pupil awaits, O Master, what will you have me do?' Peter ignored her until he seemed satisfied with the video set up and went to the coffee table. He carefully slipped on a pair of soft, brown leather gloves, picked up a riding crop that he smacked into his gloved hand and walked around her, occasionally tapping his leg with the crop as he inspected. Her eyes followed him as he towered over her. Suddenly the crop sliced across her right buttock. 'Shit!' she exclaimed and jumped forwards, 'What the fuck was that for?' She rubbed her stinging cheek and stared at him defiantly. 'Darn,' he sighed, 'You do indeed have a great deal to learn.' He motioned her back to the spot and added as he rubbed the tip of the crop over the rising weal, 'Firstly, you do not answer back. You do not even say a word without permission and you certainly don't swear at me.' She was embarrassed at her own outburst, it was uncharacteristic but the shock of being unexpectedly hit had made her jump. 'I'm sorry love, but I...' He raised a hand. 'What did I just say?' 'I know but...' His wrist merely flicked and another blow stung her left buttock, this time she held her position and her tongue. 'Silence! This is not a discussion, I am telling you how to behave.' She swallowed hard and looked up at him with tears welling in her eyes, but she remained quiet. 'That's better, now, the second thing. You do not look me, or any other Master, Mistress, trainer, owner etc. in the eyes. Only when you are trained as a pony and will you need to use them to communicate. For the time being, that seems a long way off' Downcast, her gaze shot away from him and she studied herself the big screen, she noticed that a long red weal was already visible on each buttock. His accuracy impressed her but the sensation failed to utterly. 'That's much better, you are doing very well.' He brushed her cheek with the back of his hand and gently wiped away a tear. Lucinda's emotions tumbled through a whole gamut of feelings from anger through confusion to love. Bereft of even the most basic of communications she felt lost and awkward but, feeling the contrast of the ebbing sting of her buttocks and the warmth in the touch on her cheek, she began to understand the simple bounds he was setting her. He sensed her discomfort. 'We'll just cover some basic rules for now then stop the formal part and you can ask me whatever you like. But, and this is very important, if there is anything, I mean anything that you feel you can't handle then use a safe-word.' Lucinda tilted her head a little. 'You can use 'yellow' for something that you are worried about and I'll slow down or 'red' for an absolute no-no and I'll stop immediately. Nod if you understand.' Lucinda did so, hoping at first that she would not get into the red then, deep down, relishing the thought of having her boundaries tested. After all, why had she agreed to do this anyway? 'You will be gagged or wearing a bit later, in those situations I'll give you a small ball to drop instead.' Again Lucinda nodded, determined she would dutifully hang onto any balls she was presented with. Peter continued, 'In time we'll dispense with my needing to tell you explicitly what to do, you'll learn to interpret my intent just like a real pony. But, for now, I'll be instructing you carefully and I expect absolute and immediate obedience. Is that clear?' Another nod. Peter seemed satisfied and resumed his inspection. 'Stand up straight, shoulders back, buttocks clenched.' He commanded. Lucinda inhaled and stood to attention and breathed slowly assuming easily tadasana, the 'tree' posture in Yoga. She felt herself calm as she slipped comfortably into the familiar mind space that had saved her sanity many times since she'd started to learn Yoga from her aunt one summer during a particularly stressful time at school when she was 15. Coincidently, and possibly appropriately under the circumstances, it was also the same summer vacation she'd let a boy slip a finger inside. For her this marked a clear transition from girlhood to womanhood, her suitor's na ve fumbling had also helped considerably to save her sanity. Peter placed the end of the crop under her chin and lifted her face. 'Look into the distance, if you find it easier try to focus on an imaginary distant object.' Remembering her earlier reprimand, she let her eyes roam the room and finally fixed on her own eyes depicted in the screen. Seeing herself not herself, so to speak, gave her a sort of distance from the events as though she was observing herself in a dream. 'Good, very good,' he commented.

Lucinda felt the little cord on the tip of the crop run down her back as though he was counting her vertebrae. 'Shoulders right back' he said, 'I want to see those breasts lift.' She'd not done it quite this way in her Yoga class but Lucinda obliged and thrust her chest forwards and her clone responded accordingly. Although she had hated her tiny titties at school she was now very fond of how compact and neat they made her look when naked. This was a much better view than before. To her delight Peter reached around her and ran his gloved fingertips over her belly then weighed her left breast in the palm of his hand. 'Hmmm, a trifle disappointing. I'm sure you can do better?' 'Bollocks!' she thought, 'They're exquisite'. Lucinda arched her back as Peter lightly pinched her nipple. Slowly the pressure increased and she tried to bite back her cries as her delicate flesh protested. She grimaced and he repeated his ministrations on her right nipple. With a final flick he let her breasts bounce free and seemed moderately pleased at their aroused condition. So did Lucinda as the returning blood made them tingle warmly and the aureolae redden. She had to admit they did look even better now and felt wonderful.

The crop resumed its journey down her spine until she felt it start to explore the crease in her buttocks and her anus. She involuntarily clenched and he made a small tutting noise and withdrew. He pulled a small footstool over and, checking the image behind him, sat about half a metre in front of her. 'Legs apart' he commanded. The insidious crop tapped the inside of her left ankle and she placed her feet a shoulder's width apart. 'Spread your feet!' he snapped and clipped her just above her knee. She did so and he put down the crop and produced a small remote control Lucinda had not seen before. As he aimed this at the 'front' camera Lucinda heard a slight whirring and was impressed to see the image of her hips and thighs grow larger on the screen. 'How he loves his toys,' she thought. Satisfied with the image, Peter leant forward and ran his hands down the outside of her thighs while letting his fingertips play over her still sore buttocks. He seemed pleased with the firmness of her tensed muscles and she could feel his breath on her pubis and sensitive folds as he stroked her and held her steady by her hips. She risked a quick glance and noticed him gazing intently at her sex that she felt respond of its own accord. He nodded and placed his thumbs on her outer lips, she swayed a little. 'Stand still girl! I'm only looking. You'll have to get used to this as others will want to inspect your condition down there' 'Others? What others?' she thought. The idea of him not only allowing, but encouraging other people view her so intimately, filled her with the same feeling of arousal as the train journey just a week ago. She proudly and somewhat obscenely thrust her hips forwards and pressed her sex into his prying thumbs. She was delighted to feel and see herself flower open before him, she now appreciated the extra dimension the camera gave and was reminded of those early feminist 'know your vagina' classes she'd read about. The poor things had had to make do with handheld mirrors in cold community centres, no wonder they seemed so grumpy. Maybe the Japanese brown goods industry was actually run by post-feminists? Her immediate experience at the agency sadly told her otherwise however. He responded to her puffy pudenda by keeping her lips held open with his left thumb and finger as he shifted closer. Lucinda gasped as he suddenly thrust two gloved fingers straight up her vulva. She gulped and tried to rise on her feet but was rewarded with increased upward pressure until she bore most of her weight on his probing fingers and the balls of her feet. To her mixed distress and delight he pinched the hood of her clitoris in the same fashion as he'd tweaked her nipples until she felt the blood start to pulse in the tiny bud below. Holding her in this way, he tried to insert another finger that made her gasp audibly. He nodded and withdrew then sat back. After a few moments consideration, he said, 'Right. As I expected, we have some work to do here.' It sounded like some form of gynaecological car mechanic pronouncing his verdict on a wreck. Only one careful lady owner, she thought, and added in her reverie. OK maybe it's had a few knocks but it's always been well lubricated. She inwardly grinned at the potential analogies. Meanwhile, Peter continued his verbal assessment as Lucinda continued to hold her pose despite the interesting feelings still lingering down below. 'Your posture is very good.' 'I should damned well hope so after the Yoga and dance aerobics' she thought. 'However, your control of your erogenous zones is typically human.' Lucinda frowned a little. She'd been very pleased with her 'erogenous zones' and had endeavoured to put them to good use at every possible chance, as he well knew. She'd noticed he wasn't complaining the other weekend. 'You must remember one simple fact. You belong to your Master, mind...' he gently tapped her head with the crop, '...and body.' This time he tapped her breasts and cupped her sex. 'All of your actions have to celebrate this simple fact. None of this coy posturing.' 'Coy! Coy!' she thought, 'Starkers in front of two video cameras with you shoving your hand up me and you call me coy!' She nodded sweetly however and he continued, 'The most effective way to reach the mind is through the body which is why extremes of physical sensation and ritual are so important...' He went on with his mini lecture and her mind drifted to the objects lying on the coffee table. 'Yes, yes, jolly nice bit of pop-psych, but when do I get to dress up?' she wondered. 'You may speak. Any questions?' He eventually asked. 'All in good time I suppose', she thought and shook her head. 'No Master' He glanced at his watch and stood before walking to the table. Maybe now was dressing up time? 'OK, we'll start with some simple BDSM training to give you time to think over what I've just said.' 'Yes Master' 'Did you bring the shoes I asked for?' He was referring to a pair of high heels he mentioned in his e-mail. 'I brought my two tallest,' she replied, 'But I'm not sure they are what you are looking for.' 'Fetch them and we'll see' J scampered out of the room and returned with her back pack. She opened it and produced the two pairs. One pair was a very sexy looking silver Manolo Blahnik copy that she loved, the other were stacks. Peter frowned. He was obviously unimpressed. 'Hmmm, I see. Tomorrow we'll go and buy you some boots but, for now, those will have to do. Put them on.' He pointed to the stacks. 'I'm sorry love, but those are all I had' she said as she packed away the classier pair and slipped her feet into the stacks. She looked down from her increased height at her image on the screen. The clunky shoes looked ridiculous, but her naked body towering above them reminded her of a Helmut Newton photograph. With the correct footwear she could look really great she thought. 'Hey, that's not that bad' she said 'Shhhh, no more speaking' he said softly, 'Hold out your hand.' She offered her right hand and was horrified to see him place in it the small red ball he referred to earlier. It was the size of a large marble but was light and hollow like a ping-pong ball. She took it and held it carefully. 'Remember what I said about dropping it?' She swallowed hard and nodded. What had he got in store for her next?