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Ponygirl dressage
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Pony Girls Erotica
A short time later Mathilde comes and refastens your cuffs behind
your back and reinserts the large ball gag in your mouth. She also
blindfolds you and then clips a leash on your collar and jerking
you to your feet leads you away from the crowd up a long narrow
staircase, taking care not to hurry so much that you would
stumble yet not so slowly as to allow you time to struggle.
She leads you down a hallway and stops before a large ornate
inlaid wooden door with a brass knocker on it. She lifts the
knocker and lets it drop several times. The door opens and
Mathilde leads you in to the room. You still have your blindfold
on and cannot see where you are, although you can feel some heat,
from a fireplace ?. She forces you to kneel down and shortening
your leash attaches it to a ring set in the floor so that you
cannot raise your head more than a few inches off the ground.
You then feel her hands? behind you on your buttocks spreading them
and then you jerk reflexively in pain as she inserts in your anus
a 3" long wooden butt plug with a short loop on it.
She then fastens a wide strap around your waist, with a buckle
hanging from the front, taking care to make sure the buckle is
in front, it also has a narrow strap hanging down in the rear.
You then feel her spread the lips of your cunt wide apart as she
inserts in your vagina a very long, wide, ribbed dildo with a loop
on it just like the butt plug in your rectum. That done she checks
that both plugs are fully inserted to their ends in you, she draws
the rear strap from the belt between the cheeks of your ass and
threads it through the loop on your butt plug and the loop on the
dildo in your cunt and threading its end thru the buckle hanging from
the belt she draws the strap very tight and buckles it securely in front.
You are now very tightly secured and filled to your limits, with
both butt and cunt plugs and your ass cheeks are clearly divided
by the tight strap which goes between them and the loops on the plugs.
She then release the tension on your leash so you can raise your head
although she does not fully release it and slips over your head a
large leather leather discipline helmet with cutouts only for the
nose. She zips this tight over your head and buckles it tight around
your collar securing its strap with loop to your collar with a tiny
padlock which you can hear click lock shut as she close and locks it.
You then feel her take your leash and drawing it thru the loop on top
of the helmet tightly force your head down towards the floor several
inches lower than before and she ties it to the ring again. The helmet is
also equipped with earplugs so now you cannot only not see or move
but you also cannot hear. You settle back as best you can and await
what fate has in store for you.
Presently you feel hands releasing your leash so you can raise your head
but then you feel straps going behind your knees and down on your calves
and being buckled so that you are forced to remain kneeling with
your hands still fastened behind you. Someone undoes the flaps for your
ears on your helmet and removes the earplugs so that you can hear.
"I have decided to train you, my lovely Annabell, to be a pony girl
a very special pony girl. But before that happens you need some more
preparation and training."
"Your nipples will need to be pierced as well as possibly your cunt lips"
"I am debating where to put my brand on you, perhaps your inside thigh ?
or maybe your sweet ass ?" "In any event it really doesn't matter where
since you will be branded." "Your training will start tomorrow and
you will be instructed by the Countess , who has a lot of experience
in these matters. I'm sure you and she will get along very well together."
With that he replaces the earplugs and refastens your ear flaps, so that
you once again cannot hear, see or speak. He then rings for Mathilde,
and instructs her to prepare you for shipment to the Countess
estate, where you will start your training. Mathilde , takes your leash and
jerking it leads you out of the room, down a long winding narrow staircase
to a loading dock in the rear of the house, where 2 men are awaiting your
arrival. They very quickly take you and put you in a crate where they tightly
strap you down in a kneeling position and then nail the lid shut. You can feel
the crate being lifted and into the back of the van.
After a journey of what seems like hours, you finally arrive. Someone,
you don't know who, removes the lid of the crate and lifts you out and forces
you to kneel. Your discipline helmet is removed as are your knee straps, but
not your other gags, cuffs or blindfold. A pair of metal ankle cuffs are
fastened to your feet and a leash is fastened to your collar and you are
rudely jerked to your feet and pulled along, hobbling down a long narrow
hallway stopping before a pair of double doors. The doors open and you are
led inside and forced to your knees. "Ah, Annabell, your master told me to
expect you, stand so I may inspect you." As you struggle to your feet and
stand there awaiting her inspection, you feel your self growing wet, and
your nipples start to harden. She removes your blindfold and as your eyes
become accoustemed to the light, you see she is holding a short wicked
looking riding crop. She faces you and lightly traces the outline of your
nipples with tip of the crop. Then trailing her nails down your soft
stomach she lightly parts your nether lips and as you jerk in shock
inserts three fingers to the knuckles in you. She then turns you around
and forcing you to bend over, she removes your butt plug and inserts
her finger to its limit up your rectum as well. "Very tight still in both
places I see, and very wet too !" Suddenly you feel a sharp hot pain across
your ass cheeks as she hits you with the short crop as hard as she can.
A weal starts to form almost immediately as you struggle to contain
your moan of pain. "Very good.! You can stand some pain, that should make
training you easier." She makes you face her again and she takes both your
nipples in her fingers and pinches and twists them both, while you moan
and writhe in pain, all the while she is closely watching your face.
Releasing your nipples, she then orders you to kneel with your forehead
touching the floor and not to move. Seeing resistance is futile you
do as she asks and kneel with your head to the floor in front of her
feet. She then summons to stable lads and says " We have a new pony
girl to train lads, her name is Annabell, take her away to the stable
and prepare her, she's all yours for right now." Taking your leash and
jerking you roughly to your feet you are led out of the room by the two
stable lads. They take you to the stable where you are put into a stall
and your ankle fetters are removed, they then remove the waist strap
and forcing you to bend over they remove the dildo from your cunt , which
while being removed makes a slight popping sound as it finally comes
free of your vagina. Your wrist cuffs are refastened so that your arms
are bound wrist to elbow behind you then your upper arms are strapped
to your body just below your tits so that you cannot move any portion
of your upper body. Your full breasts swing freely.
One of the stable lads runs his fingers lightly over your pussy hair and
as he inserts a couple of fingers in you he says "This will have to go
and right now, but we're saving the best for last."
He then fastens the end of your leash to a ring on the wall of the stable
and leaves closing the gate behind him. He returns shortly with another
stable lad and they enter your stall. You see one is carrying a bucket
filled with water and he is holding in his other hand a straight razor.
They proceed to unfasten your leash and make you lie down on your back on
the straw covering the floor of the stall. They then lather your cunt hair
with soap and warning you not to move , shave you until there is not a
trace of your golden blonde pubic hair remaining. He then takes a towel
and dries you off. Jerking you to your feet one of them removes your
ball gag and taking down from a peg in the wall a collection of straps
proceeds to put a bit in your mouth which fastens over your head, under
your chin and along your cheeks and he buckles this very tightly behind
your head. You cannot talk much less hardly move your tounge, about
all you can do is whinny in some protest as they proceed to attach
reins to the bridle. Then forcing you to bend over with your legs wide
apart and spreading your cheeks you jerk in pain as one of them inserts
in your rectum a long,long butt plug terminating in some colorful feather
plummage. This plug has a retaining ring, so you could not force it
out even if you wanted to. You now have a horse's tail! Tears stream
down your cheeks as you experience this humiliation, but you finally
realize that there is more yet to come.
"Taking ahold of your reins, they lead you past the gate of the stall
and down a short walkway towards another door. As you near the door
you feel the heat coming from inside. You are led inside and realize that
this is the blacksmiths shop. He is working on some horseshoes and is
hammering them into shape on an anvil. He looks up and see you and the
two stable lads and says "Another for piercing eh? Well fasten her over
there.." Indicating a short post arising from a pedestal set in the floor.
They fasten you to it very tightly. Your back is against it and straps
run from in front across your stomach around the post and down to your
ankles. You can't move an inch. The blacksmith comes over to you and
looking at you grabs your right breast in his hand and squeezes it very hard
and then he grasps your nipple with the thumb and forefinger of his other
hand pulls your nipple tightly and painfully. He then releases your tit
and goes over to the forge and returns with two long thin needle like
rods. He graps your breast again in one hand and squeezing so that his
thumb and forefinger pinch your nipple at its base proceeds to attach a
clamp very tightly to it. He then pulls your nipple foward painfully
stretching it and quickly picking up one of the long needle like rods
pierces your nipple with the rod clean through. You nearly faint with
the pain and moan and struggle in your bonds. But you are so perfectly
held you cannot move even in the slightest. He does the same to your other
nipple and then before the holes have a chance to stop hurting inserts
thru each a shiny steel ring about 3" in diameter. By the time he finishes
closing each ring thru your nipples your are moaning and writhing in pain
and tears run down your face on your cheeks, as you finally realize that
there are still more humiliations to come.!
The blacksmith says to one of the stable lads "Where did the Countess
say to put the brand on her ?" One of the stable lads say "She said to put
it on her left upper hip." "Ok." says the blacksmith. He goes to the forge
and inserts a branding iron into the coals and working the bellows so the
fire becomes more intense waits till the iron is fully heated. He picks it
up and coming over to you and holding your left ass cheek in one hand
very tightly, and holding the iron in his other hand, puts the iron against
your upper left hip , you jerk and writhe and cry out. You've never felt such
pain before this! Tears come to your eyes and you start to moan and sob
uncontrollably. You finally realize the iron is no longer being pressed
against your hip and you look down and see that you now have a small brand
on left hip. It is very like a small cursive gothic K.
The stable lads then release you from the post and you almost collapse
at their feet weakly. Jerking you roughly to your feet and pulling
very tightly on your leash they lead you back down between the stalls
and coming to your stall open the gate and pull you inside. They fasten
your leash to a ring in the wall of the stall and shortening it so that you
are forced to remain standing tie it securely. One of them comes over to
you and running his fingers over your brand says "You're not going to
any trouble training are you ?" He then pulls quite roughly on your nipple
rings at the same time causing you to jerk in pain. He then inserts a
finger in your vagina and remarks to the other stable lad "Didn't I
tell you she'd be wet down there after the blacksmith got thru with her?"
You realize for the first time, through all the pain and humiliations
that you ARE WET down there and you are growing more and more excited!
With that patting you lightly on your pussy they leave your stall closing
the gate behind them and you hear the click sound of a padlock being
closed. By now it quite late in the afternoon and you are very tired
from all your ordeals. You settle your shoulder against the wall of
the stall and try to get some needed rest.
PONY GIRL DRESSAGE
BIZARRE
The Countess Vedina smiled as she discussed with the stable lads
the first presentation of Annabell to a selected group of friends from
Athens. She's well trained now, and knows that any lack of cooperation
will mean a long hard gallop with a sting of the whip on her lovely
hindquarters. So I'll bit and bridle her for my friends' entertain-
ment.
The Countess served a luxurious luncheon to a select party of
rich connoiseurs of human mares and their possibilities, then they all
strolled down to the stables. Annabell knew something out of the
ordinary training was afoot, because she had been groomed and polished
all over til her skin shone, and was standing in her stall, tightly
harnessed and saddled so that the whole upper part of her luscious body
was perfectly bondaged. She could toss her head and play around with
the bit in her mouth, and with pinioned arms her full breasts swung
free and out of her control, while the loins, naked and polished
quivered in anticipation. The long artificial eyelashes rested on her
powdered cheeks, and her lips were painted bright scarlet as they
slavered on the bit. Annabell had resented depilation, the removal of
even a trace of pubic hair so that her soft V was fully exposed below
the tight girth which held in her belly and supported the beautifully
leathered saddle firmly in the small of the back.
The guests waited outside while the Countess picked up the reins
and led the lovely mare out for inspection. Annabell walked perfectly,
well trained and rhythmically, undulating buttocks under the saddle.
Despite her training she felt herself blushing as she cam under the
admiring scrutiny of the connoisseurs.
It was humiliating to feel herself examined almost impersonally in
her magnificent nudity, so tightly harnessed that she could not move
above the waist, while the guest gently patted the smooth rump and some
of the ladies appreciatively ran their hands over the thighs and
quivering breasts. "She's too delightful for riding at present,"
explained the Countess, "but, I'm considering various stallions for
her, and after she has foaled I'll consult the vet about milking her."
Annabell's cheeks burned with embarrassment. Well trained a mare as
she was, she still could not accustom herself to being loosed into the
paddock naked to run with two or three lusty stallions. They were
pinioned firmly by the arms and could only chase her around and try to
capture her hindquarters as the stable lads would not permit mating
without the Countess's permission.
The stable lad held her firmly by the bridle while the Countess put
her foot in a stirrup and swung herself easily into the saddle. At
first Annabell found her owner too heavy, but pressure of her rider's
thighs on her waist and the twitch of the reins on the bit, and the
command, "At the trot, Go." The Countess held he firmly and the guests
admired her complete control as she swished the whip across the
buttocks and trotted Annabell off across the paddock. Annabell felt
almost affection for her owner as she responded instantly to the riding
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aids, relaxing all will power and independance, trotting and then
cantering smoothly exactly as the Countess controlled her. She was a
magnificent sight for the guests, the full buttocks undulating, the
breasts tossing as if already milkful, and the bridle jingling as the
rider pulled the reins and put her through every sort of trained
manouver of dressage.
RODE THE MARE
The Countess rode the mare up to a post in the paddock and lightly
dismounting, tethered her lightly where she stood proud and yet docile,
as with the Countess's permission one of the lady guests took a heavy
breast and ran her tongue round the nipple. "May I suck her, just to
feel what milking her would be like?"
"Certainly," said the Countess, "they are lovely udders, and
although most of the milking here is done by machine, when Annabell is
ready for milking, I think I will hand milk her myself. I don't much
care for sucking direct from the udder with my mares."
Annabell, helpless in her harness and knowing that she must stand
quite still and docile, tossed her head and whinnied as the only
protest she could make as the lady's lips closed over her nipple and
she felt an intense sucking as if her body was being drained empty.
The lady raised her lips and showed the distended nipple. "It's a
lovely teat," she remarked, putting it back into her mouth eagerly and
renewing the sucking while Annabell's whole body quivered in her
harness.
"I'll ask the vet whether it is really necessary to breed from her
in order to milk her," remarked the Countess, "I put the machine onto a
young mare who had had a foal some time before, and after regular
pulsation of the udders, the flow came, and she has milked well since.
That might work with this lovely creature too."
Annabell pawed the ground and swung her buttocks almost wanting to
be ridden again. She had seen the young mare who was kept for the
Countess's milking, and hitherto had had no wish to be in the same
succulent harness, but her excited breasts were quivering after their
sucking, and she almost wished to be brought to milk. She did not
relish the idea of hand milking, it could be painful to have her
breasts squeezed by the Countess to fill the pail, but the lady's
sucking of the nipples gave her the feeling of complete submission that
she had been trained to appreciate.
THE END
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