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ponies in The Stable
they had been on the treadmill in the stable for over forty minutes now.
The training had progressed from walk to trot, to gallop and now the tight
leather corsets they wore hurt and made them short of breath. Huge plugs
filling their asses caused their rumps to twitch with every step, moving the
scratchy horsehair tails against their soft thighs. The groom slapped their
backsides, bellies and hips and the rude domestic animals bucked and reared just
like they did when Mistress fucked them.
Blinders restricted their vision but the ponies were able to view their
activity in the wall mirrors before them. Both had English bits forced into
their mouths that caused their jaws to ache and made them salivate and foam like
real ponies.
Mistress Louise had decreed that the animals be opened and stretched at both
ends, it was both seductive and terrifying to the beasts. “you just never know
when a big cock will be squeezed into you mouth or ass, now do you?” She had
told the ponies. they accepted Her wisdom and received their bits and plugs
gratefully, if not gracefully.
kate’s face had a look of sheer terror when Mistress had spoken those
words. Of course Louise would never subject Her favorite pony to any cock
except one strapped to Her own waist. And her mouth was far more suited to
nibbling at the “Royal Pussy.” But the seed of feat had been planted deeply and
the pet would be more obedient.
Of course, fancy was a different animal. The temperament of a pony for sure,
but with the morals of an alley cat. he had been poked and prodded and skewered
many times already. When Mistress had made Her announcement, he had smiled
through his bit. “We’ll see how long you’ll be smiling,” thought Mistress,
“when the rich young businessmen from the land across the bridge with pockets
full of money and raging cocks come to use you.” It would be an efficient use
of assets, as well as provide a new revenue stream to help support Her Studio.
The groom had pulled their shoulders back and sharply and bound their arms
in leather sleeves that buckled at the wrists, elbows, and upper arms, pulling
them into n exaggerated painful posture. A posture that presented their nipples
for whipping into proper pony position. fancy and kate labored and sweated
under their straps and listened to every command.
“Higher,” the groom yelled, “lift them higher.” then he cut them both
sharply on the thighs with a thick black leather strap. “I want to see those
rumps moving proudly, elegantly and gracefully.”
Mistress Louise had placed posters on the wall in front of the ponies, just
to the sides of the mirrors. She knew their little minds would wander from
their training and knew they needed more incentive that just the whip. The
posters would give them hopes for rewards if they pleased Mistress with the
training session.
The picture of Mistress Louise clad in tight riding britches stared back at
fancy. Her “Noble Posterior” was poised inches from his face. he remembered
how slowly She descended, allowing him a generous view of the “Royal Derriere”
before smothering him. The poor stupid animal longed to nuzzle Her tiny jewel
against his nose and press his mouth to Her “Holy Temple.” he whinnied loudly
in excitement as he felt his cock stiffen and strain against its metal ring, he
squeezed the butt plug in his ass wishing it was Her cock and ran faster and
faster and faster.
kate was caught in the same trance. her poster was a picture taken after a
very hard race. Mistress Louise had removed her harnessing and washed her down
with warm sudsy water and big sponges. she remembered how Mistress had taken
each breast into Her hands and let the nipples rise and pucker at Her touch.
Then moved Her hands down the flat tummy to the darker flesh between her legs to
the swelling lips of her pubis and placed a slippery finger against the hard
little burning kernel. kate closed her eyes and ran hard; she could almost feel
Mistress’ fingers on her clit. The soft wet spot between her legs was pulsating
and she felt almost ready to swoon. Like fancy she squeezed her plug and felt
the dampness between her legs increase.
The groom sensed their excitement and felt his own. He shocked their bodies
by changing implements. He exchanged the strap for a curved handled English
cane made of whippy white birch.
“you can work harder, kate,” he said. Then cut her rump with three quick
swishes of the cane that raised angry welts on her full pony bottom and caused
yet another spasm between her legs. kate tried to squeeze her thighs together,
she tried to stop the honey oozing from within her.
“fancy, will you always be farm animal, or do you have the will to become a
show pony?” he put his strength behind a half dozen that made the pony scream
through his bit and his stiff cock to quiver.
The ponies bucked and ran faster lifting their knees to new heights; neither
pony thought it strange that they would obey so totally. It was the natural way
for ponies and they had a Mistress to please.
Mistress Louise sat on the throne with the kitten jacqueline at Her feet
watching the training session on the large closed circuit television monitor,
the camera control panel at Her side. She moved the buttons to check every
angle causing the camera in the stable to rotate above the ponies.
She zoomed in from the front to watch their faces and witness the strain and
effort. Both fancy and kate had recently had their noses and nipples pierced
and ringed. Louise liked the effect, and made a mental note to send kate down
to the first floor shop and have her clit worked on. “she’ll like that,”
Mistress thought, “jewelry between her legs will excite her and give me another
leash option.”
The camera moved around to the back, to their rumps. Both ponies were
working hard, their tails swished back and forth with each cantered step.
Mistress spoke into the microphone next to her throne.
“Raise their tails,” She said to the attending groom. He complied and She
touched another control knob to get a closer view.
“Increase the plug size tomorrow,” Mistress said, while the kitten rubbed
herself against Her nylon leg. “And make sure they receive high pressure enemas
twice everyday, that would be morning and night.”
Mistress reached down to stroke the kitten’s neck, “will they enjoy that
jacqueline,” She said, not expecting a reply. “Of course they will, it’s always
the anus that brings them the most pleasure, don’t you think.”
The kitten tried to feign feline indifference but moved her little rump
between Mistress’s leg, twisted her hip lewdly and rubbed a damp pussy against
Her shin.
The submissive position had suited jacqueline from the first day she had
hung dangling upside down in the Studio hallway with her wrists and ankles
tethered to a spreader bar and her gaping sex and puckered anus available for
all to see. It had been a humbling sublime punishment for the former dominant,
and although she wailed loudly and struggled against the bondage, she could not
stop her pussy and anus from contracting violently. she wished with all her
might that she could close her legs and hide the fact that in spite of the
humiliation, degradation, and pain she was flowing uncontrollably.
“you’ll hang here everyday, dear, with you hungry little mouths open for all
the world to see, until you’ve proven your submission to Me,” Mistress Louise
had cautioned her. “And when you’re ready for complete and utter servitude,
you’ll beg Me to paddle your imprudent little bottom, and you’ll kiss My
slippers in gratitude. you’ll meow for your supper and lap it up from a bowl on
the floor like sweet little pussy. And you’ll keep your mouth shut and your
legs open at all times. DO you UNDERSTAND?”
Of course she understood as was very evident now. The first day she had
wailed and struggled against her bondage but after 48 hours wore a look of
peaceful contentment and acceptance on her face. she had found harmony that was
both rewarding and perplexing. “Why do i have this wonderful warm feeling she
had asked herself. There is no question that i have been naughty and
disobedient, and surely if anyone ever deserved a spanking it is me. But why am
i so content hanging here in this humiliating position. Why doesn’t the
thought of being paddled terrify me? Surely it will hurt! And Mistress Louise
speaks to me like i have never been spoken to before and will treat me like a
house animal. Yet strangely, i like it. What is it about this DOMINA? Why do
i love Her so much?”
jacqueline had those same thoughts now as she rubbed her dripping crotch
against a slender shin begging for attention and approval. Then she heard a
shriek. “you naughty kitten,” Mistress said, “you’ve made my stockings wet!”
Then Mistress reached down to playfully spank the kitten’s puffy sex with the
fingers of Her hand, making wet slapping sounds with each slap.
The big clock on the wall struck the hour. “Only five minutes more, pets,”
She announced. “Paddle them. Paddle them hard, VERY HARD.”
The walls were covered with ornate hand crafted paddles each attached to a
small hook by a loop of scarlet red ribbon. the groom made his choice quickly.
A thin oval hardwood paddle with the MLD legend drilled through it’s broad face
in large holes the size or dimes. he knew the crisp cracking sound it made on
contact with soft fleshy bottoms. The sound made his cock pulsate, sometimes to
the point of orgasm.
He increased the treadmill speed to test their stamina. Mistress knew Her
ponies well; the strap hardly marked them and they both feared the cane too
much for extended discipline, but their big pony rumps were perfect for the
paddle.
He first concentrated on kate, moving her ponytail by raising it high. Only
three fine lines marked her freckled white bottom, but soon it turned bright
pink them crimson, and she responded with quick high steps from well-trained
muscled thighs. kate’s buttocks undulated, gyrated in a most sensual fashion.
she arched her back, welcoming each kiss of the paddle. her body language
seemed to be saying “please, yes, please keep my buttocks sore and raw.”
Mistress Louise watched the monitor, excited now at the sight of the
thoroughbred. She toggled the camera back to the front of the treadmills.
kate’s short red hair was bouncing with each stride, her green eyes were
sparkling, and large tears rolled down her cheeks of her pretty face. kate
forced her shoulders back harder pushing her round little breasts and long pink
nipples out at the camera. Mistress smiled!
“The little filly knows I’m watching her, she is offering herself to Me,”
Mistress thought as Her tongue smacked out of Her pretty mouth in anticipation
of sucking a sweet tender nipple.
“Connect her rings,” Mistress ordered through the microphone. the spirited
pony raised a hoofed boot and swung her leg wildly in an attempted kick to the
groom’s balls. But the skilled horse trainer avoided the kick and showed the
pony who was in charge by twisting her nipple rings hard enough to make her
screech.
With skillful hands, the groom took two short lengths of silver chain,
clipped them to each nipple then drew both sharply up and snapped them to kate’s
nose ring. He attached a soft leather leash to her headgear, laid it gently on
her back and then retreated to the rear of the treadmill. The expression on her
face told Mistress the bondage was perfect. kate naiad loudly when the groom
tugged at the reins and pulled her head sharply back. kate felt the painful
tension as her nose was pulled up and the chains stretched her sore nipples.
she danced a frenzied dance that sent her yawning rump twisting from side to
side.
The camera moved to the other treadmill, where the groom had moved to a new
target. fancy’s face showed the effort of the run, sweat covered his body
making it shine like a mirror and dribble ran down his chin from his bitted
mouth, yet he held his head high and shoulders back while running hard.
The groom’s excitement now was all too obvious. The horsy smell of the
stable made his cock strain against the worn denim of his jeans. He enjoyed the
sight of the ponies swaying hindquarters. He longed to fuck them both, but for
now was content beating their asses. So that’s what he did, twenty more hard
smacks for fancy, a dozen for kate. Red blotches covered their rumps from hip
to thigh and they moaned soft moans through their bits, moans of appreciation.
The electric treadmill slowed back down to walk speed. the ponies moved in
place, their bodies were flushed with sweat and their bottoms glowed form the
paddling. Their shoulders ached, their nipples screamed, their jaws were numb,
fancy’s cock was swollen with blood, and kate’s clit itched with anticipation.
they were ready now; they were eager, horny, subservient animals.
Mistress Louise was breathing heavily as She gave the commands through the
microphone in a throaty, husky, flat voice. “Cool the beasts down slowly, make
sure they stretch their muscles. Hose them off and rub them down with oil, make
sure they’re watered at the trough. Remove their body harnessing and tails,
then bend them smartly over the hitching posts, no need to grease them again,”
She ordered.
She stepped into Her supple red leather harness and buckled it in place very
tightly. The red silicone cock felt good against Her swollen clit, and She knew
it would only get better. Mistress moved Her hand up and down over the long,
thick shaft feeling the bumpy veins and ridges. It was a cock that would make
them moan with delight. Then with a squeeze bottle of “Wet” in one hand and a
new box of prophylactics in the other She started towards the door, then stopped
to attach the leash to the kittens collar.
“Did you think I’d forget you, jacqueline?” She said and the kitten peed in
excitement. jacqueline took her place over the hitching post joining the other
two, and in unison their unfettered hands moved backwards to spread themselves
open revealing three tiny shaved nuggets. Mistress knew they would all climax
quickly and so would She, over and over and over again.
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