The PonyGirl Polo Match Pt. 04

CHAPTER 27: REUNITED

*

The next morning saw Maria-Argenta bring Juanita to breakfast on a choke leash; there were tightly knotted leather thongs binding her body and breasts like a harness that had been over-tightened, dimpling her flesh; her wrists were bound to her upper arms and shoulders and her calves welded to the backs of her thighs so she walked on her elbows and knees. She was muzzled too, a swathe of leather across her jaw that had held a huge ring forcing her mouth into a gaping O; the muzzle was held tightly in place by more leather thongs, knotted and twisted tight, wound so they stretched in front of her eyes limiting her vision; others were tied to nasal hooks that distorted her nose painfully. There was a thong bound in her hair too that stretched to an anal hook, pulling her head back so severely that everyone could see her face with its deformed nose and the gaping O of her mouth that was enforced by the muzzle.

Between the web of leather that encased her body, her bruised, abraided flesh was visible where she had been, to all intents and purposes, tortured by her beautiful, terrifying mistress.

She walked to heel beside her mistress on a leash clipped to one of her nipple rings and, as she knelt beside the lovely Maria-Argenta I could see where the stablemistress' buttocks had been relentlessly paddled, the flesh blistered and red. There was something stuffed into her pussy, stretching it, her piercings laced almost but not quite closed over whatever torment violated her; or perhaps this was something for pleasure; it was hard to imagine that she loved her mistress purely for the pain the beautiful dominant inflicted.

The shiny leather goddess who had dominated the helpless Juanita when I'd seen them in the playroom now wore a cream business suit though she still wore boots with spiked heels; there were no spurs this morning.

Despite what had been done, the punished stablemistress knelt close to her mistress, rubbing up against the girl's booted legs at every opportunity.

*

After breakfast we accompanied Don Hernan to see his sister off, Marie-Argenta walking towards helicopter with her pet still leashed as if she was reluctant to give her up until the last possible moment until finally she crouched in front of her adoring pet, spread knees and stroked her head allowing the surprisingly submissive stablemistress to press her muzzle and probably her tongue intimately against her mistress' pussy. Maria-Argenta then stood and, after a slight shudder turned away handing her pet's leash to one of the servants; then, after scanning the assembled crowd of onlookers, climbed into the waiting helicopter.

*

Back in the stablyard, I found Bryony and PLT being lead to polo gigs by a pair of blue jacketed grooms. They were covered in whip marks all over, way more than one would expect from a day between the shafts and certainly way more than Goose had acquired.

It was the first time I'd seen Bryony since the night when I'd pulled the anal beads out of her squirming, spasming body.

I went over to her and hooked a finger in her nipple ring pulling her close, her lips barely inches from mine. I could tell she wanted to kiss me but was holding back.

She looked up at me, her body almost trembling and I wondered if she was exhausted by her previous day's exertion or, perhaps, her night with Don Hernan.

'Please. Master...' She whispered. 'Please.'

'You know we'll be punished for that.' PLT said.

'Good.' I said turning to look at the little blonde who dropped her eyes. 'A pony must know her place.'

I kissed Bryony full on the lips, feeling her body respond, her tongue pushing its way into my mouth her breasts pressed against my chest. She was lean and firm and unbelivable eager.

'I heard you'd become more dominant.' PLT said.

I turned to glare at her. 'You will remember to address me as 'Sir'.'

'Yes, Sir.' I could see a gleam of excitement in PLT's eyes.

Bryony's eyes shone with excitement too.

'Master...' She whispered.

'Can I assume you trained with the firsts yesterday?' I said stepping back and seeing a look of profound disappointment on Bryony's face.

'Yes, Master.' Bryony couldn't keep the smile off her face.

She stood there in front of me naked, arms restrained behind her, her little breasts thrust towards me and her legs apart; she was almost screaming 'fuck me'. I couldn't resist sliding my hand between her legs. Even her inner thighs were bruised.

'Have you been pussywhipped?'

'Yes, Master.' Bryony squirmed on my fingers.

'We both have.' PLT cut in with a degree of pride.

'It was PLTs fault.' Bryony told me not taking her eyes from mine. 'She said we could take anything they threw at us.'

'And you were pussywhipped for that?'

'No we were pussywhipped because she said the day wasn't tough enough.' Bryony told me.

'It was worth it though...' PLT giggled. 'The girls in the firsts were very sympathetic and... well, we were the only two girls in the stable without chastity belts on.'

Any blushes the Pretty blonde might show as a result of her lewd remark were covered up as the groom pulled a leather hood over her head.

'Are you going to tell me what you got up to?' I asked looking at Bryony.

'I might be your little slave girl...' Bryony shot back. 'But there are some things a master should not know.'

'It wasn't anymore than we do when Bryony stays over with me and Mistress.' PLT said from beneath her hood with an innocence that was obviously feigned.

'Pretty!' Bryony admonished looking sharply at her fellow pony.

'Oh, sorry, Mistress.'

'Mistress?' I asked intrigued. 'Tell Master more.'

My fiance was saved from further discourse and any explanation as at that moment the groom pulled a hood over her head and a moment later bridled her, settling the bit in her mouth.

'I don't suppose it's anymore than you get up to with Camilla.' PLT said.

Bryony turned sharply towards her. 'Preddy!' She said around her bridle.

'Well.' PLT continued unperturbed. 'I think it's very romantic all those moonlit canters.'

I could see a flush of red beginning on Bryony's chest and spreading up towards her neck, her face hidden by the hood was, no doubt, going the same way; a moment later, her skin was the same colour as her hair. It was a clear sign that the conversation needed to move on. Fortunately, at that moment PLT's groom fitted her bridle and the little blonde was silenced.

At that moment, Ximena and Valeria emerged from the stables, leather clad and gorgeous, both carrying their whips under their arms and tightening their leather gloves; the were talking animatedly and both clearly looking forward to a day training the English ponies. I watched them inspect the ponies, testing tensions in bridles and making disparaging remarks about the need to use bit reins and the lack of nipple bridles. Bryony's player slid a finger through her pony's nipple rings and pulled, saying something to her companion in Spanish that I fully understand but it had something to do with getting 'the red-headed slut' some 'proper nipple rings'.

Then they took up their positions in the gigs and flicking their whips trotted Bryony and PLT out of the stableyard.

Beside me, Jacintha was helping Reuben harness and bridle Rubber Dolly. I suspected the stablemistress might need a day to recover after her torture at the hands of Maria-Argenta but wondered if she might extract a form of revenge on the lovely mare when she returned.

Cream already had The-Cat in harness and like the other players was wearing her leathers, tight on her lovely young fit body. I watched her bend over to adjust a buckle on The-Cat's boot, enjoying the curves of her buttocks; her tan had deepened while she'd been back in the Hacienda and I could just see a thin strip of white at the bottom of her buttocks; then she straightened and turned, stretching casually; clearly knowing I was watching her.

I smiled and went to get Camilla.

***

We had a superb day's training and, in the afternoon I had a chance to drive Bryony for the first time since our arrival.

She'd certainly learnt a lot since her arrival at the Hacienda and, as I drove her along the training course I could feel how much more agile and responsive she'd become. When she gave up racing, she was going to make a fabulous dressage mare.

After the training course, we moved on to a game and I realised that, although she'd progressed a lot, she wasn't yet up to Camilla's standards. I could see, however, a difference in the way she responded to the reins attached to her bit and the way she did at home.

I was thinking about this as I, somewhat reluctantly handed her reins back to Ximena.

'You are going to have to pierce her properly, Senor.' The lovely leather clad player told me as she took the reins with practiced ease, automatically checking the tension in her harness.

'These are for a carthorse, not a pretty pony.' Ximena pushed a finger through Bryony's patent Morrissey rings.

I pulled gently on the other one recalling my first encounter with them eighteen months ago as Bryony and I fucked for the first time on her kitchen table.

The thought of making her a proper polo pony excited me but I wasn't sure if this was just a compulsion brought about by the holiday, a little like some people get tattoos or buy completely unsuitable clothes.

'Blease, Shir. Bryony said, suddenly. 'Biersh my nibbles.'

How could I refuse?

*

As we clattered back into the stables at the end of the afternoon, Don Hernan was in the yard standing beside a busty blonde pony harnessed to an unusual looking gig. The gig was clearly wooden and painted bright blue and had a sort of 'traditional' air about it; it also bore the logo of the stables on the wheel hubs. It took me a moment to recognise the pony harnessed to it was Barbie; of course, it wasn't her face that I recognised.

The blonde was wearing a rather unusual harness which comprised a lacquered blue leather corset and matching neck stock; both, as far as I could see, locked in place; the stock forced her chin up, a position that was further enforced by the tight blue thong braided into her blonde hair and tied off behind her. The corset was ludicrously tight and pulled her already slim waist to almost fantastical proportions, particularly when compared to her huge breasts which in this state seemed even more enormous than usual. Her hands, in mitts, were strapped to the sides of her corset in the classical polo pony style that we'd used when training in Mars-de-Launce but the position was made more strict by the presence of a wooden bar between her elbows and her back that forced her shoulders back. This bar was the base of an inverted triangle that was fastened to the gig's single shaft; a length of polished, lacquered wood that disappeared between the pony's legs.

There were long leather traces from the gig to padded straps on her shoulders that, along with the thong in her hair forced her to stand with her back slightly arched. She wore a very elaborate leather bridle with a huge bit; it was heavily blinkered and decorated with blue plumes. She'd been fitted with bit-reins leaving her nipples free for little silver bells.

The position clearly placed a lot of stress on the helpless woman's body and the strain was obvious in her tense face which was slightly pale and in her blue eyes which were wide and moved restlessly from side to side though the blinkers meant she could see very little. I could see her white teeth clenched tightly onto the enormous bit, her lips drawn back and saliva running freely down her cheeks. She was moving constantly from foot to foot as most ponies do when eager to be off but I thought that the shiny blue leather boots decorated with the stable's logo that were way more extreme than usual pony boots and were probably almost impossible to balance on. There was something about the way she moved her hips too; a kind of writhing circular motion.

'Buenos tardes, Migeul.' Don Hernan called to me. 'Senora Barbie is to be my mascot for the match tomorrow.'

He gestured with his whip towards the blonde.

'She is a beautiful specimen. Would you not agree?'

'Si, Don Hernan.' I said pulling Camilla to a halt beside him. Barbie might not have trained with the ponies but this looked as if it was to be a suitable challenge for her.

The stable owner ran a gloved hand over Barbie's bottom then slapped it hard.

Barbie gave a little gasp around her bit and rocked on her boots. It was then that I noticed that the thong braided into her hair was attached to a rectal hook.

Don Hernan smiled. 'The shaft of this gig has a phallus too. It will be an interesting ride for our lovely blonde... mare.' He winked and jumped into the gig taking up the reins.

'Walk on!' He flicked the whip leaving a red mark on Barbie's buttock and shook the reins.

The blonde lifted her legs, walking forwards.

'Beautiful, is she not.' He flicked the whip again and Barbie moved to the rising trot, her enormous breasts bouncing with every step and the bells on her nipples jingling wildly.

I thought I heard her give a suggestive, breathy gasp as she left the stableyard.

*

CHAPTER 28: PIERCED

*

I stabled Camilla, deciding not to shower her as I planned to take her out again that evening. Whatever she'd done to upset Valentina the day before, she hadn't repeated for me; in fact, she'd been the perfect pony all day.

I thus stowed her in her stall and went to see the girls being pierced.

When I entered the the 'medical room', PLT was already on her back arched over the sawhorse that had been used to restrain Shiraz and Helena; the little blonde pony's arms were still sheathed and she still wore her boots; her legs were spread wide and tied to the legs of the horse; and Goose crouched beside her holding a leash clipped to the little blonde's collar to keep the lovely pert pony in place. The lady doctor in the white coat crouched over her. I hadn't particularly noticed before given the melee around her when she done the two recalcitrant ponies but she was quite attractive and, this evening, heavily made up; though she was a brunette did not look Spanish. Her white coat hung open revealing a tight black minidress and I wondered that, given it was Friday she'd been called to do this on the point of going out; she wore stockings too, despite the heat and the skirt had ridden up to reveal their tops and her suspenders. From where she lay, PLT no doubt had a first class view of the woman's knickers, assuming she was wearing any.

I watched the doctor pull on latex gloves and wipe the blonde's nipples with alcohol, enjoying the way they swelled instantly. The doctor noticed it too and commented in accented English.

'I am thinking 'Hot Little Thing' might be a better name for her.'

Goose and I laughed and someone repeated it in Spanish although I think it lost something in the translation.

While Pretty's nipples did their thing, the doctor prepared her kit and then used a pair of surgical forceps to lift the blonde's right nipple stretching it painfully.

Pretty whimpered and started to struggle.

Goose knelt down and, showing that she was human after all, stroked the blonde's cheek.

'I give her something to distract her.' The doctor shuffled forward. 'It will make me in the mood for later.'

Pretty's upturned chin disappeared beneath the doctor's very short skirt.

A smile appeared in the doctor's face and I thought her hand shook a little. This didn't seem the best arrangement to me but I assumed the doctor know what she was doing.

Goose shifted her attention to Pretty's spread pussy, the blonde's pink glossy fingernails stroking the glistening red lips and the little blonde moaned contentedly though her tongue was clearly busy.

A loud click and a little gasp from Pretty made me realised the doctor had snapped the first of the thick steel rings into Pretty's areole; I watched as she reloaded the gun and placed it to the other side of the blonde's nipples. Pretty (and several of the other ponies present) jumped again as the second ring was sited on the inside of the blonde's breast.

The doctor gave Pretty a moment to come up for air and then moved her forceps to her patient's other nipple, repeating the process leaving the blonde with four heavy rings about three millimeters in diameter in the sensitive tissue of her areoles just to each side of her nipples.

The doctor took another alcohol wipe and poured something onto it.

'Chili oil.' She said with a faint smile. 'The first part of the conditioning process. Don Hernan likes to ensure the nipples of his ponies are kept exquisitely sensitive.'

I thought briefly of Shiraz and a couple of the younger grooms lifted their arms to cover their breasts.

Pretty quickly felt the burn and the doctor pressed her hips forward delivering her own form of pain relief.

I could smell her arousal.

The little blonde screamed as the needle entered her nipple.

'Keep your mind on the job, pony bitch!.' The doctor warned as she pushed the needle deeper into Pretty's little nub. I could see the little blonde's jaw and neck moving as she lapped desperately at her tormentor's pussy. I only hoped Goose's fingers working the little pony's pussy were an equal distraction.

It probably didn't help that PLT had rather plump nipples.

Eventually, the needle emerged from the other side by which time Pretty was panting, her skin pale and sweaty.

'Good girl.' The doctor said. 'Just one more to go.'

'Pleath.' Pretty's tongue was still working away in the doctor's pussy.

'You'll be fine.' Goose said, leaning over and using her tongue on the helpless pony's pussy.

Pretty squirmed.

The second nipple seemed easier and, by the time the doctor had threaded the little gold rings in place, Pretty's squirming and panting were definitely signs of pleasure.

The doctor was rather flushed.

'Would you like me to do her tongue too?' She asked Goose in a breathy voice.

'Tempting.' Goose said. 'But let's leave it for now.'

'Shame.' The doctor replied. 'But if you ever wish to dispose of her, there is club in Buenos Aires that would pay good money for a willing pussy slave like this.'

She stood up revealing PLT's flushed and juice-smeared face.

'And who is the next?'

I looked at Bryony noting she was a little pale as she stepped forward.

'I am, Mistress.' She bowed her head submissively.

The doctor looked at her; she did look fabulous; her body glowing with vitality after a day in the sun between the shafts, her hair damp with sweat, shining and glossy; naked save her pony boots and her arm sheath; and she stood there, knowing she was being appraised, on display.

A couple of grooms were freeing Pretty but all eyes were on Bryony.

'You already have piercings.' The doctor reached out and touched one, moving it in Bryony's nipple.

'These are racing piercings, Mistress.' She looked up and smiled almost shyly; the look I'd seen in some of her shoots, that humble 'girl-next-door' look; submissive, needy. 'I'm a polo pony now.' She did that lip thing; uncertainty, suppressed lust.

If there hadn't been so many people around, I'd have thrown her to the floor and fucked her then and there.

'And are you needing some distraction too?' The doctor licked her lips, clearly as bewitched as the rest of us.

'I thought Master could provide it.' Bryony said looking at me with a saucy smile. 'It would give me something to bite down on if I needed too.'

She got a laugh even with the time lag in Spanish translation.

'In fact.' Bryony continued. 'I was hoping Master might be allowed to pierce me.'

'I don't see why not.' The doctor said. 'Is 'Master' happy with this arrangement?'

'Very much.' I was, mostly, though wasn't entirely sure I liked the idea of Bryony's teeth pressed against my cock as I tortured her nipples.

I considered suggesting a ring gag but, if I couldn't trust my little pony who could I trust?

'And do you have a pony name like the other English girls?'

'I'm Sticky Fingers, Mistress.' Bryony said with a coy smile.

'Sticky Pussy would be more accurate now.' I heard a voice say. It was Rubber Dolly.

This was translated into Spanish and got a laugh too along with a few approving nods.

I added the word 'insaciable' to my growing Spanish vocabulary; apparently all the '-able' and '-ible' words are the same, you just pronounce them differently.

*

They tied Bryony in place of PLT on her back over the sawhorse and then the doctor invited me to kneel down.

'Unless you want to put it in her sticky place.' She said with a smirk.

'I want that big cock in my mouth.' Bryony said lasciviously. 'I want some control over the process.'

There was probably a time, no more than a year ago, when I'd have felt embarrassed getting my cock out in front of a crowd of strangers, albeit kinky strangers who were as into bondage and pony play as I was. Today, it just felt like part of the game even if the crowd was growing by the minute. My lovely fiance appeared to have quite an impact on the stables.

My cock was swollen and rigid as I released it and I saw Bryony lick her lips.

'I hope that's all for my benefit, Big Boy.' She looked up it with a gorgeously sexy flash in her eyes. 'All this playing around is fine but this slave wants to remind her master where the home comforts are.' She smirked and took me inside her mouth.

Then the doctor took me through the process of piercing my hot obedient redheaded slave.

She behaved perfectly although, I felt her tense as the chili oil was applied to her nipples, clearly penetrating her existing piercing; her teeth touched my cock briefly. Then I pushed the needle through her right nipple, inside the existing piercing ring and she sucked hard. Fortunately, the doctor steadied my hand; she helped me with the left too.

Then she was done, four piercings now in each nipple. Beautiful.

And her lips were still wrapped tightly round my cock.

'We are finished Monsieur.' The doctor said, her voice trembling.

'Yes...' I looked up suddenly remembering where I was. 'Thank you.'

'My pleasure.' The doctor pulled off her latex gloves.

'Mashger?' Bryony was obediently holding my cock in her mouth still.

'Oh... yes.' I slid back freeing my cock, drooling all over Bryony's face as I did so.

I desperately wanted to fuck her.

The doctor slipped off her white coat and stepped out into the and the crowd began to disperse. One of the grooms helped me free Bryony, then tried to help her to her feet but she struggled dropping to her knees.

'Thank you, Master.' Her face was pale; she'd endured a lot of pain and, I suspected her nipples were still burning. There were smears of my juices on her face.

I touched her hair and she pressed her face against my crotch.

'Master?' She said the word pleadingly.

'Yes.'

'Please fuck your horny slave.'

I threw her to the floor and took her where she lay. Nobody else seemed to care and, if the did, I didn't notice. My beautiful, submissive fiance was utterly hungry for me and thrashed beneath me as I fucked her, shrieking uncontrollably when I bit her nipples. The chili-oil was fierce and burned my tongue and when I'd finished with her, I couldn't resist licking her pussy until I'd smeared that with the burning liquid too.

Despite what she had just done to me, she came before I did and she came again when I licked her pussy.

*

I would have gone back to Bryony after dinner but, when I reached her stall, she and PLT were strapped to wooden frames that held them on their knees; they were side by side, facing the door of the stall pinned in place by straps across their foreheads, necks, chests and bellies; there were straps around their thighs too and calves, forcing them to kneel on their kneecaps.

Both were securely gagged with a pair of the largest ball gags I had ever seen and both were drooling incessantly.

As I looked in Bryony opened her eyes. I could see the look of pain and almost thought her lips formed the word 'please' although they were stretched so tightly it was impossible to be certain.

'Buenos sera, Senor.' Jose appeared behind me.

'Buenos sera.' I replied. 'Have they been naughty girls?'

It seemed unlikely that they could have got into such trouble in the two hours or so since I'd seen them unless perhaps they'd been overzealously trying to comfort each other's sore nipples.

'Non, Senor.' Jose smiled. 'It is traditional after a piercing.'

He opened the stable door and Bryony's eyes darted towards him with a look of fear. Pretty opened her eyes too and showed the same expression.

Jose took a bottle from his pocket and pulled out the stopper.

Both girls began to struggle frantically; the wooden frames rocking slightly with their exertions; it was amazing how much noise they could make with such big gags.

I thought of Saher and her cries of frustration that allegedly echoed through The Hacienda.

Jose poured a little of the chili oil into his hand and then rubbed it into PLT's nipples.

The blonde went wild, screaming into her gag and bucking on the frame so violently I thought it might tip over.

Jose turned to me. 'I do this every fifteen minutes for tonight, Senor.'

He began to move towards Bryony who visibly shrunk back against the frame she was strapped to.

These were girls who allowed themselves to be kept in bondage, punished and whipped on a daily basis; I gathered the chili-oil was intensely painful.

I suppose I should have done something but I just watched as Jose tortured my fiance's exquisitely sensitive nipples enjoying her pain. She didn't scream, she simply looked up at me but I thought I saw her smile.

*

CHAPTER 29: ROLE PLAYING

*

I left the two suffering ponies and went to find Camilla.

'Senor.' Her smile was beautiful and welcoming as I entered her stall.

She was kneeling, clearly waiting for me, kneeling, head bowed.

'I thought we could go for another drive.'

'I would like that very much, Senor.'

She followed me eagerly into the yard where I harnessed her to a gig making no effort to conceal my wish to handle her freely, teasing her breasts and her nipples as I strapped on her harness and teasing her lingeringly between the legs as I fitted her restraining rein.

'If I may say, Senor.' She said huskily. 'You have learned the art of handling a pony.'

I slapped the crop onto her lovely bottom.

'Silence.'

She bowed her head but I knew she was smiling.

Then I bridled her, teasing her nipples as I did so.

'Senor...' She gasped as I lifted the bridle to her lips. 'You had better make sure you fuck your little Camilla properly tonight.'

I pulled the bit between her teeth and then used the crop again.

Then I mounted the gig, driving her towards the gate as Jose returned to Bryony and PLT's stall.

*

From the moment we left the stableyard, Camilla was incredibly frisky, prancing whenever we stopped and exaggerating her high trotting in a way that showed me just how perfectly fit she was. I could have used the restraining rein more but I soon realised this is what she wanted so that I was forced to use the whip on her constantly, and pull hard on her nipple reins. After about half an hour of this willful display, I was as horny as she was despite my recent coupling with Bryony and I decided it was time to stop but not before I made her gallop from across the training field from end to end until she seemed genuinely exhausted.

'Camilla asks Senor to use her fully tonight.' She said as I removed her bridle and almost threw her to the damp grass.

'Fully?'

'Camilla has told Senor that Don Hernan would expect his ponies to be fully accommodating to his guests. Like all good ponies, Camilla can please Master in three ways...'

'Three?'

'Do English girls not have three holes with which to be used?' She slipped back into her sullen pout.

'Does Camilla want to feel the whip again?'

'Camilla enjoys it when Master whips her.' She said with a smile. 'Camilla hopes she may may call Senor 'Master' like his red-headed pony.'

'That is acceptable.'

'Thank you, Master.' She said it slightly dreamily.

'And will Master spank his Camilla?'

I rolled her over, pulling her onto my lap and brought my hand down onto her bottom.

'Oh, Senor.., Master...'

After I'd made her bottom glow she insisted on sucking my cock; she swallowed too.

Then I rolled her over and began to play with her helpless body until she begged her 'Master' to use her like the slut she was.

Then we lay back and looked up at the stars as I prepared myself for number three.

*

'Does Master think Camilla is a good pony?' She turned her head towards me, apparently entirely comfortable lying on her bound arms, utterly helpless with a man she barely knew.

'I think you are a wonderful pony.'

'But you did not get to drive one of the firsts.'

I looked at her.

'No.' I shrugged. 'I had a... different experience.'

'It is much talked about in the stables, Master.' I could sense her smile. 'You are not the first man to lose yourself in the charms of Maria-Argenta.'

'It was an experience.' I felt myself starting to blush. I suppose I could have told her to be silent.

'And, if Master does not mind Camilla asking... Which does her prefer? To be pony or player.'

'Player, of course...' I said it rather quickly.

'Is Master sure?' She was teasing me.

'Being a pony does have some appeal.' I conceded.

'I like you, Senor.' She said slightly seriously. 'You are so... honest. You are not like Spanish men.'

''Are you suggesting Spanish men are liars?'

'No Senor but none would admit any feeling of weakness.' She turned onto her side. 'Spanish men would never be ponies.'

'You have pony boys here.' I remembered Jaunita's pony boy from the first day.

'Sometimes stable boys need to be punished.' She said with a shrug. 'I do not think they enjoy it.'

'Really?' I recalled the stableboys tightly strapped cock.

'Perhaps a little.' She laughed. 'But mostly, Spanish men would not admit to it.'

I rolled over and looked at her lovely dark eyes; her skin was pale in the moonlight and I could still see the marks where the straps of her bridle had been.

'Actually, I quite enjoyed it.'

She smiled. 'I knew it, Senor.' If her hands had not been bound, I'm sure she would have clapped them together. As it was she leaned over and kissed me.

'And you?' I asked. 'Are you happy being a pony?'

'Why would I not be?' She was suddenly defensive.

'Valentina thinks you try to think too hard when in harness.'

She smiled.

'Really? Senora Valentina said that?' She seemed genuinely pleased.

'Yes. She tells me you have a lot of tactical knowledge.'

'And yet, she keeps me as a pony!'

'I thought you liked being a pony.' I stroked her cheek. 'You are a very good one.'

'I want to be a player but I am trapped in the body of a pony.' She screwed up her face in frustration. 'Because of this...' She looked down at her body, so perfect and athletic. 'They think I am not... not able to decide on plays...'

She looked up at the stars then back at me.

'What are your tactics?' I asked.

'Seriously, Senor?' She frowned. 'You are laying here with some helpless woman who is hot for you body and you wish to discuss tactics?'

Actually, I did. I'm a sports coach, it gets me excited; besides, I'd cum three times this evening and my cock wasn't quite ready to do it again even for anal.

I slid my hand between her legs.

'Humour me.'

She smiled. 'Si, Senor.'

And she did; her ideas were good too, some of her training suggestions were better than Valentina's current approach and some of the plays she talked about sounded as if they would work.

She disliked the idea of pairing a pony and player together.

'We are not always hot and horny for a single girl.' She said.

Her player, Anita had bullied her mercilessly although she had to admit, she had benefitted from the intense training. Eventually, Anita had eventually left the stable.

'She was a good player but hated to be a pony. I think it was a waste. Other stables in The Club allow a girl to be pony or player.'

It was not the first time I've talked tactics in bed with an athlete but, aside from Mares race stuff with Bryony it was probably, the first time she'd been a hot, horny pony girl.

She enjoyed it too, particularly as I kept my fingers in her pussy.

Then I rolled her over and slid my cock into her anal sphincter, bringing her to orgasm with my fingers.

*

When I came into the yard I found Bryony and PLT looking slightly uncomfortable in the leathers of player. It was New Year's eve but for us, it was another day in pony heaven.

Mostly.

'Our nipples are way too tender for us to be ponies today.' PLT told me with authority.

So we're being players today.

I hoped Bryony and PLT were up to it.

Goose looked at me expectantly. 'Well?'

'Well what?' I asked, confused.

'There's a lot of role reversal going on.' She smiled thinly. 'So, if you want to play pony, I'm happy to oblige.'

'No.' I said firmly.

'Coward!' Goose unbuttoned her blouse giving me a front row seat to her lovely jugs. 'What?' She said. 'The numbers will be uneven and the others have left for the match.'

I watched her slide out of her boots and breeches and then stand with her hands behind her back as Jacintha laced her arms into a sheath.

She smiled at me.

'I suppose it is my turn.' She said.

'Your turn?'

'I thought I heard you played pony with the firsts.' She grinned as Jacintha lifted a harness over her shoulders and pulled the chest strap up under her breasts.

'I did.' I said. 'But so...'

Then it hit me. She hadn't played pony at all. She'd been a player.

Goose tried to suppress her laughter.

'I'm happy to swap places if you'd like to explore your submissive side a little further, PonyBoy.'

To my relief, Jacintha pulled a hood over Goose's head so she couldn't see me blush.

'Sorry, Senor, we are short today.' Jacintha said. 'You can have one of the other ponies if your prefer but the first team and most of the seconds have gone to Buenos Aires for the game.'

We were playing Las Diablas in the first game of the ponygirl polo club's league. It was expected to be an exciting match.

'No.' I smiled at Jacintha. 'I'm happy to drive the Loose Goose here. If she misbehaves, I'll have her nipples pierced.'

'Just you fucking try!' The Goose said from behind her hood.

'I think you mean 'Just you fucking try, Sir'.' I corrected.

The Goose said nothing.

'I'll finish harnessing her.' I told Jacintha.

'Thank you, Senor.' Jacintha passed me the bridle.

'I want to make sure everything is good and tight.' I said for the benefit of the Goose but she didn't respond.

I pulled the bridle over her head and she opened her mouth to accept the bit; then I strapped it in place.

There is something delicious in bridling a woman, in pulling the straps tight and seating the bit in her mouth; if I'm honest, I prefer to do it without the hood, I like to see a girl's face and her eyes peering out from behind the straps. However, beggars can't be choosers and while the Goose might not be the prettiest woman on the planet, she did have a fabulous body; if she'd wanted it, she had the frame a pretty good amateur athlete: long legs and broad shoulders; her big tits might have been a problem.

Hooded and harnessed, she looked like a pony girl from a wet dream, shoulders back, big breasts thrust out, slim waist and a pretty fine bottom; and those legs went all the way up. Though she worked out, she didn't have the muscle definition of many regular ponies and, as I'd thought with Saher, a bit of flesh is a good thing on a woman; I love the way it dimples around the tight straps of a harness.

I couldn't resist cupping her lovely bit breasts and playing with her nipples.

'Shay another word about piershing my nips and I will gill you.' She said pointedly.

I pinched them.

'Getting a little familiar with the ponies?' A familiar voice said behind me.

I turned to see Bryony looking surprisingly dominant in her leathers driving her gig towards me. Her hooded pony had a tattoo of the seconds and I was pretty sure it was Carmen. The second's captain had fallen a long way from grace to be left with the potras and to be given to a relative novice but thinking about the ethos of the stables, it didn't surprise me and, if I knew the nature of pony girls, she would be pulling out all the stops to prove herself again.

Bryony adjusted the tight leather bolero jacket and winced. 'Fuck, my nipples are sore.'

*

We trotted our rag-tag line of ponies down to the training field, Bryony and PLT thoroughly enjoying the thrill of having their own ponies; PLT was driving Shiraz. Reuben was still with us, driving on of the potras; Rubber Dolly had already left for Buenos Aires with the team and, more importantly, with Juanita. Reuben really didn't seem to mind any of this and had only smiled when the lovely brunette had been lead onto the team bus by the stablemistress wearing nothing but toe boots and a ball gag. Rubber Dolly was in for a hell of a weekend.

Despite the rather scratch nature of our group, we had a lot of fun and finished the morning with a match. Squaring up against Bryony was good; she's so competitive and there was no hint of submission in the way she drove her pony against me and fought for the ball. It was rather exciting to see her dominant side. She mostly won too; Carmen might be a fallen idol but she was a fit little bit.

PLT was pretty competitive too but lacked Bryony's skill with the whip; my sexy redhead's years playing pony with Cassie had definitely given her a useful if rather kinky skill set.

as for me, I rather enjoyed driving the Goose. As I'd predicted, she wasn't a bad pony and was surprisingly responsive under the whip. She was a little slower than I was used to but she had stamina and, in the hustler position, her added size gave her a distinct advantage.

By the time she galloped into the stableyard, coming in some way behind Bryony and PLT with their prime pony flesh, she was lathered with sweat and glowing with heat, I got the impression she was pretty fired up by her morning work out. It did nothing to help me forget the excitement I'd enjoyed being Maria-Argenta's pony and while kept trying to tell myself it was because the haughty dominant was so beautiful, I knew it went a little deeper than that and there was a part of me that regretted not taking up Goose's offer to play pony again.

'Good girl.' I patted Goose on the bottom.

The Goose I knew would normally have 'bridled' at such treatment but this harnessed, bridled and hooded Goose simply nodded slightly and stood docily like a good little pony with her chest thrust out and her legs slightly apart, rocking gently to maintain her balance on the pony boots. Her nipples were stiffly erect, the areoles red and swollen with what was clearly three hours of fairly intense sexual arousal. She smelt of sex and I couldn't resist sliding a hand between her legs.

Goose moaned loudly.

'Get a stall you two!' Bryony appeared again, her face flushed with excitement. She was still in her gig, apparently unwilling to yield the hot ponygirl over which she had enjoyed full domination for the morning. She stopped beside me and leant down, lowering her voice. 'But when you're finished, I'm going to seen a serious fucking. You can't imagine how horny I am right now.' She grinned, adding a smirk... 'If that's alright with you, Master.'

*

CHAPTER 30: LAS DIABLAS

*

The team bus took us from the hotel through streets thronging with New Year revelers to the stadium where we spilled out onto the 'blue' carpet. Don Hernan lead the way waving to the adoring crowds and posing for photographers. He was followed by his squad; firsts and seconds; the players exquisite, swaggering in their tight blue leathers, breasts thrust out, bottoms swinging; knocking away groping hands as they signed autographs while the ponies posed and sparkled tossing manes of glossy brown hair as they pranced behind their players enduring hands that petted and caressed them, sometimes intimately. There were no chastity belts worn this evening although, of course several grooms and trainers from the firsts' stable were present to keep a watchful eye on their charges, all dressed in their uniforms of blue jackets, tight white jodhpurs and shiny stable boots and all carrying their whips.

We followed them, dressed as Don Hernan had requested, the representatives of the 'Mares Lancers'. I felt like a toy soldier in the military style pelisse and jacket with its gold braiding and lines of buttons but Don Hernan's reassurance that a degree of showmanship was needed and the look in Bryony's eyes when she'd first seen me in it made me feel more comfortable. A fair amount of attention may have been on Goose too; she wore a similar costume, though with a very different cut; her jacket was stretched very tightly across her impressive breasts and I doubt I'd have been able to walk in trousers like hers they were so tight. We both wore cavalry boots and, at Don Hernan's insistence carried shakos. We had two of our ponies with us; Bryony and Pretty Little Thing who wore field style dress harnesses in white leather, complete with plumes and tails. The tails particularly, along with PLT's blonde hair attracted a lot of attention. Bryony's red mane caused excitement too, it had been washed and combed and shone in the glitzy lights; hands reached to touch it or to tweak her long red tail.

Needless to say, we lead the 'mares' by their newly pierced nipples and, given the newness of the piercings I can report that both girls were utterly obedient.

Barbie was with us too, not leashed but, I knew, tightly restrained in her traditional harness under the large blue cloak she wore; Charles graciously accompanying her so she had no need to use her hands.

StableMistress Mendez-Garcia brought up the rear, she had her own pony or, rather, pet this evening: Rubber Dolly and she'd clearly taken great pains to further humiliate and abuse her favourite whipping girl. The alluring brunette crawled beside the stablemistress on all fours and on a choke-leash; she was strapped into a rubber bitchsuit that fixed her forearms to her upper arms and calves to thighs making her crawl on her elbows and knees at her mistress' heal. The rubber restraining her limbs was thick and heavy duty but that on her body and head was thin and shiny, partly translucent on her skin; over her nipples and around her sex, it was cut away entirely and bells jingled on her nipples as she moved. She wore a tail, of course, which mostly concealed the huge phallus protruding from her sex, held in place by a her labial piercings; the StableMistress had also clipped rubber tapes from her big toes to her clit ring so this was stretched each time she moved. Needless to say, the poor mare was muzzled, a huge swathe of rubber buckled tightly across her face which I knew held a plug in her mouth that was almost as large as the one in her pussy.

The rest of our little group from Mares-de-Launce were absent: Reuben, at the last minute, had chosen not to accompany us preferring to spend more or less twenty four hours in the Hacienda where, I understood, he planned to use one of the playrooms to flagellate the lovely Carmen. Whipped Cream and The-Cat were, of course, with the squad.

*

After a team photo, with Don Hernan at the centre standing next to a disrobed Barbie in the traditional harness, the firsts rapidly disappeared, Jacintha taking both Barbie and her doted pet, leaving us with the guests and the seconds. Maria-Argenta was there but, despite my rather outlandish outfit, appeared not to notice me or perhaps decided to ignore me; something with which I was entirely happy. Don Carlos was there too and soon approached Goose who took his arm and disappeared leaving me in charge of both the Mares 'mares'.

As I've said before, a man's life can be hard.

I took both sets of reins and mingled with the crowd.

There were a lot of questions about 'the English Team' and I was pleased that Charles was on hand to help me answer them; 'no, PonyGirl polo is not a big sport in the UK', 'we are mostly a racing team', 'we use the term 'mares' rather than ponies, 'yes, our girls to like to wear tails'...

The questions were interrupted by cheers from outside.

Las Diablas' had arrived.

Las Diablas, 'The Reds' were our opposition for this, the first match of the season; a team, aptly, from Terra del Fuego. They were clearly out to upstage 'The Blues' and I heard the pounding of South American synth pop as we all moved towards the doors to catch a first glimpse of them as they stepped off their team bus.

They put on quite a show; ponies covered from head to foot in red bodypaint restrained in chain harnesses; the ponies had multiple piercings, eyebrows, lips, noses; and each wore a little pointed silver cone on each nipple; they wore red tails with arrowhead points at the tips. The players were pierced too and wore were essentially chain mail bikinis; as far as I could tell they'd all had their breasts surgically enlarged, some to a size that nearly rivaled Barbie; though they didn't wear bodypaint, each girl's hair was long and thick and dyed flame red; it was like being invaded by a legion of Red Sonjas. They had a mascot too; their 'virgin', apparently; a pale brunette in what looked like a long flowing chiffon robe that flowed around her, multiple layers swirling about her body as she walked and, even where it covered her, hid none of her charms. She was lead along by a steel collar locked around her neck.

The Reds received almost as much of a welcome as The Blues who were considered the 'home' side.

They came with a stablemistress too who appeared just as formidable as Junainta. The Reds' stablemistress looked more northern European; pale skinned and freckled and, I thought, her hair was naturally red even though it was falsely coloured. She was dressed in black leather, a doublet, breeches, boots and, like Juanita drew along a pet, leashed and restrained behind her. In her case, it was a ponyboy or devil boy or something of the sort; sprayed with the same red bodypaint as the ponies so that he looked a little like Hellboy though, needless to say he was in tight bondage; wrists chained behind him in the small of his back, held there by a chain to his collar; he was dressed in a solid-looking body harness a little like the one I'd worn when I'd played pony (including the cock straps); he was bridled too, more heavy duty leather that gagged and blindfolded him; like the red ponies, he had pierced nipples, steel bullets that jutted out but were also ringed so he could be lead around by them.

I quickly realised there was some sort of 'mistress' rivalry going on here from the way the two stablemistresses postured then passed with a nod, their familiars following obediently behind them on their leashes.

*

It was the first time I'd seen Don Hernan look in any way nervous but, this evening there was a tension in his face and, I noticed, he didn't drink with his usual appetite. Despite this, he networked his way across the room warmly greeting his guests who I guessed were sponsors as well as friends and, probably, included a smattering of crime lords too. I met and was introduced to a number of them, Bryony and PLT standing behind me bridled and deliciously servile giving me considerable kudos among the guests.

As usual, I suspected Bryony was happy at being restrained and bridled meaning she had to be nothing but play eye-candy; given the choice, I suspected she'd have liked to be hooded too but then, there were a number of distractions which I'd have hated her to miss. I think that having PLT at her side was good for her, she little blonde showed no scruples and strutted about on her leash clearing enjoying the attention her pert little body and big breasts were attracting.

Having Bryony beside and behind me, her familiar scent and the press of her body reminded me, a little painfully, of how she hadn't been there much for the last two weeks and what I'd enjoyed in her absence. I felt a hint of regret but, as she pressed herself lasciviously against my back and rubbed her thigh against mine but when she began to nibble my ear around her bridle I was reminded of her intense submission and lust when we had last been together.

I looked forward to 'owning' her again, smiling at the pleasure that thought gave me.

*

In the thirty minutes preceding the match, Don Hernan's tension rose further and, in fact, all in the room began to feel an expectation. Outside, the excitement of the crowd was building; waves of cheering, hooters, whistling and bursts of song found their way into the reception room until we all felt could not stand it no longer.

Don Hernan lead us out; his box was half way up the stand and almost the entire width of the reception room we'd been standing it.

The crowd roared.

There's nothing like the atmosphere of a live sporting event.

I'd been told the stadium seated twenty thousand and had been bought from a football club that had moved to bigger premisses.

I hadn't expected it to be full.

Undaunted, Don Hernan simply smiled and, in a few moments, controlled them utterly, lifting his hands to create a silence that swept across the fans and for a brief second was complete before the sounds of the city, the roar of traffic and the screech of sirens and horns invaded it.

Twenty thousand people looked up at us in expectation.

Many wore their team colours the blue of Caballeras and the red of the Diablas; some in shirts, some in riding style jackets despite the heat; there must have been a few hundred women in harness, many otherwise naked, a number bridled; more than a few that I could see with nipples that were pierced like their heroines.

Then the blues emerged; the first team of Caballeras Azuls, lead by Maria-Argenta or rather lead by Barbie; resplendent in her old fashioned blue harness and pulling the traditional gig I'd seen back at the Hacienda; Maria-Argenta once again dressed in her tight blue leathers whipping the blonde as she high trotted, thighs lifting like pistons almost mechanical in her movements they were so precise, the blonde hair of her ponytail and her pony tail dancing wildly; her skin had been oiled and it shone in the sunlight a glowing gold background to the glints from the polished buckles of her harness. I remembered the construction of the gig's single shaft, I'd seen it too now, the six inch broad phallus that protruded from it and was currently buried in Barbie's pussy, pumping her mercilessly as she performed for the crowd.

Barbie liked to be the centre of attention, the perfect sex doll.

And now she was.

The crowd loved her, whistling and cheering her arrival, clapping to the time of the Bolero that beat out from the speakers around the stadium; then roaring again and climbing to their feet at the arrival of the firsts, cantering out behind her, fanning across the pitch, athletes at the peak of their abilities, tight bodies harnessed and bridled and, of course, restrained and hooded. Like Barbie, they seemed almost machine-like, legs and torsos, mechanical toys perfectly designed for the role they were about to play. I spotted Masie, blonde among the dark haired players and her two friends who had tormented me when I'd played ponyboy in their stable.

The memory made my cock twitch excitedly.

Bryony was definitely going to get the shag she craved later (although, of course, the firsts were no longer in chastity). If Goose didn't come back I might have to entertain PLT too.

I watched them circle the field noticing the slight sway in Barbie's gait as Maria-Argenta began to drive her round for the second time.

Then, as the cheering began to fade, Las Diablas entered.

The roar of the crowd was almost as deafening as it had been for the blues.

The music was louder, more synth-pop.

They were lead on, if that is the word, by 'The Virgin'. It was a tradition; a new girl to the squad, dressed in flowing white, her wrists tied to a yoke that was lashed to her shoulders; apparently a previous harness design in the old days of ponygirl polo. She was pursued by the red stablemistress with her pony boy in harness flanked by the squad; the redskinned ponies with their red haired 'barbarian' players. The players all carried long bullwhips rather than the short driving whips that were usually used on ponies; and the sun glinted off barbs woven into the leather. However, these whips were not for the ponies but for the Virgin; they chased her, running her down, each player coming alongside as her pony cantered ahead and raking the fleeing girl with her whip, tearing at the white dress that fluttered behind her as she ran, ripping away strips of gauze and silk, denuding her; raking her body too so that soon her blood marked the white material as it was torn free and oozed from gashes across her body and down her legs.

Finally, the Virgin was naked, staggering under the weight of the yoke, blood running down her skin across her breasts and belly, her back and buttocks; running down her legs too.

Then, the red stablemistress fell upon her, sweeping her up as I had seen the caballeros do during the hunt the previous weekend, tossing the woman across her shoulder and galloping her pony boy off the field in triumph.

The crowd roared its approval but, I think, a few of us in the box were rather stunned by the brutality of the display.

'She will be fine.' Don Hernan reassured Charles with a brief smile. 'It is a... rite of passage.'

Charles looked at me; he was rather pale and, no doubt, relieved that Barbie was not enduing quite such a brutal right of passage.

*

CHAPTER 31: THE BUENOS AIRES PONY GIRL POLO CLUB

*

The match was fast and furious; way more exciting than the game the seconds had played against the Jaguars although that had been thrilling. The Caballeras firsts were incredible skillful, they won most of the drops in the first three chukkas and their passing and manouvering were almost flawless.

From the eerie silence that once again descended on the first drop, they outperformed their opponents. Las Diablas might have been out-classed but they made up for it in grim determination and brutal play thinking nothing of repeatedly colliding with their opposite numbers: ponies, gigs, riders... They used their whips too, indiscriminately, their players being punished ruthlessly by the referee but showing no remorse as they breasts were repeated lashed and, on occasion they were confined to the sin bin for foul play.

I could see tension in Maria-Argenta's body as she trotted Barbie up and down the touchline following the action and I saw her scowling at the Red's coach; her gestures in the breaks as she talked to her team left little doubt as to what she thought about the opposition's tactics. I have to confess that I was so focused on her that I barely noticed Don Hernan's cheerleaders strutting their stuff in their blue collar and boots and shaking their tailed booties but, in my defense, I was distracted by a dozen nubile Spanish athletes, half of them in bondage, Maria-Argenta with Barbie in harness rocking on her boots and about to cum her load in front of twenty thousand poeple and StableMistress Juanita with a leashed Rubber Dolly at her feet; and that's just from our team...

The violent onslaught of the Reds worked to some degree at first leaving the blues only one goal ahead at the half way stage but, slowly their skill began to tell as much in evading the deliberate fouls as working the ball up the field. They won all the drops in the second three chukkas, their fastest pony, streaking up the field and her player, Masie, gathering the ball among a crescendo of noise and turning before the Diablas centre attack could reach it.

Five ponies were stretchered off in the course of the game, three reds, one after colliding at full gallop with the blue's hustler's gig for no apparent reason than the psych their opponents out; it didn't work. All in all, there were six broken bones and three of the blues' player and two ponies needed stitches for whip injuries.

The crowd loved it.

Despite all the dirty play, the blues won comfortably, ten goals to five and Barbie lead multiple laps of honour until I thought she might collapse from exhaustion.

*

We partied late into the night, the firsts even joining us briefly; at least those who were still standing; although, again, back in chastity before being whisked away back to the Hacienda for a debrief and a relatively early night.

It was, after all, New Year's Eve.

Bryony still looked gorgeous in her 'Lancers' harness and, typically, made no suggestion that I free her though she had made a comment about ripping my uniform off with her teeth when we went to bed.

At one point, I ran into Barbie, still in her 'mascot' costume although Charles had removed her hood and bridle and was leading her round by her nipple rings. She looked tired but her eyes were shining with excitement.

'I can't believe I did it.' She said to us. 'In front of all those people.'

'You looked good.' I reassured her.

'I always look good you cheeky bastard!' She responded. 'I just can't believe I had a multiple orgasm in the process.'

Bryony laughed behind her bit as Charles lead the huge breasted blonde away.

'Have you ever...?' I asked.

Bryony blushed.

'When?'

Bryony grinned and shook her head. She clearly wasn't going to tell me and I wondered if this was something else she got up to when I left her with Goose and PLT; speaking of which; I had briefly seen the Goose and Don Carlos during the match but they had been at the other end of the box. It looked like I was going to have to bite the bullet and take both Bryony and PLT to bed.

But not yet...

Don Hernan's Caballeras Azuls might have gone for an early night but Las Diablas apparently had no such curfew and joined the celebrations to the full. They were, you won't be surprised to learn, a pretty wild bunch of lasses, drinking and doing whatever the female equivalent of 'wenching' is. It appeared no man in the room was safe and, along with pretty much everyone else in the room, I found myself leered over, propositioned and groped until my cream jacket and particularly the seat of my trousers were smeared with red body paint; one of them even force me into a full on snog leaving red stains all down the front of outfit; and this was just the ponies... These red ponies did not seem in any way submissive and, in terms of sexual appetite, all the devils seemed virily heterosexual; I vaguely recalled a twentieth century term 'ladette' which seems appropriate to describe them.

I have a number of memories of that night, aside from the general euphoria of the Blues victory and the thrill of a New Year's eve firework display viewed from the stadium. Foremost in my mind are two lines of Red Sonjas and their devilish ponies enjoying the beer drinking 'boat race' game as each girl downed three tequilas and slipping out into the viewing box with Bryony and PLT around two in the morning to find the devil/ponyboy mascot strapped on his back over a table with two of the red players riding him; one, the 'Virgin' I think, using his cock and the other a penis gag in his mouth; a number of others crowded round, clearly waiting their turn.

I decided it was time to take Bryony to bed and was just girding my loins to do my duty with PLT when Don Carlos' wife appeared and asked to 'borrow' the little blonde. Pretty looked a little surprised but followed her obediently as the aristocratic donna lead her out of the party.

Bryony grinned at me. 'You'll haf do make do wissh me.' She said with a wink then turned and walked after PLT trailing me on her leash.

There are times when a man knows not to be dominant.

*

In my hotel room, I pointed to a spot by the bed and my obedient slave dropped to her knees, spreading her legs and pushing her breasts out. She looked the perfect submissive sex toy; ornamented for her master's pleasure: plumes and piercings, her tail, her bit and boots, harnessed and helpless in bondage; my perfect little pony.

I crouched before her; I was still fascinated by the new piercing rings and loved the little chain that ran between her little mounds; I played with it gently.

Bryony lifted her head and looked at me. She was clearly tired but her eyes shone with lust.

'Pleash be careful wisth my nibblesh, Mashter.' She said, her voice trembling with excitement. 'They're shtill really, shore.'

They must have been swollen to twice their usual size and were dark with bruising.

'Do you really want to keep all of them?' I asked pulling gently on the chain between her breasts and bending to kiss her poor little bruised buds.

I guess it wasn't very masterful but I was excited to have her alone and seeing her like this reminded me how much I loved her.

'Shlave will have to do whad Mashter commands.' She looked down submissively.

I lifted her chin and kissed her. She responded eagerly, pushing her tongue past the leather covered metal rod in her mouth.

There is something utterly delicious about kissing a ponygirl with a bit in her mouth.

'Ushe your shlave, Mashter.' She begged.

I pushed her back and she spread her legs eagerly as I struggled to free my stiff cock from the tight trousers then I pushed it inside her, engulfed by pleasure as the slick warmth of her sex swallowed me.

We came together, almost immediately and then I lay on top of her listening to her breathing, deep and gasping in time with mine.

*

'Come on.' I said as the heat of the climax slipped away. 'Let's go to bed.'

'Yesh, Mashter.' She wriggled as I climbed off her trying to sit up.

I scooped her up and dropped her on the bed then struggled out of my uniform. She lay on her side watching me.

I climbed into bed beside and undid her bit.

'Thank you, Master.' She licked her lips.

I kissed her gently, feeling my cock respond almost immediately to this vibrant eager sexually charged animal subjugated in bondage; I was ready to use her again despite our recent coupling.

'I'm glad Sir still desires his slave with so much to distract him.' She said snuggled herself against me.

'Master is very fond of his little slavegirl.' I kissed her again. 'But perhaps she is the one who has been distracted.'

She looked up at me, all big blue eyes gazing at me over the strap of her bridle. 'A slavegirl is there to be used, Master. She is expected to perform her duties lest she be punished.'

'I hear you've been more willing than most to perform your duties.' I said with a smile.

'Yes, Sir.' She blushed. 'I've enjoyed it too.' She paused. 'You know Pretty plans to stay.'

'Yes, Goose told me.' I looked at her. 'And you?'

She shrugged. 'I love being here. I love being a pony. If I was Pretty's age, I'd probably want to stay too but I'm twenty eight and, even if I stayed, I'd only make the seconds.'

'Is that the only reason?' I felt suddenly very insecure.

'No, Master.' She looked up at me, perfect in submission. 'Unless Master is about to tell his slave that he wants to stay.' She grinned, that impish charm insinuating itself into the demure slavegirl. 'Though, if I may say, Master, there is a rumour going around the stables that the Englishman has a submissive side and rather enjoyed playing ponyboy.'

'Maria-Argenta gave me a lesson on the day she took me up to train with the firsts.' I tried to make it sound casual but the memory still made me tremble with excitement and I felt myself blushing.

'If the divine Maria-Argenta has taken a shine to you, Master, you might not have much of choice about whether you stay.'

'Meaning?'

'You know there are ponies here who have no choice in the matter?' She said, suddenly earnest. 'That there is a girl in the firsts who was given to Don Hernan when her father couldn't pay back the money he owed?'

I nodded. I'd heard something about this.

'And some are here as 'hostages' to ensure their families toe the line.'

I nodded. I'd heard that too.

'Don Hernan is a man who gets what he wants.' She looked suddenly serious. 'And his sister is the same. Unless, of course, she's already ensnared you with her charms.'

There was a degree of challenge in her voice.

'Maria-Argenta is a very beautiful woman.' I told her. 'But there's someone I prefer.'

'I should think so too!' She said firmly and then hit me with a smile that was a mix of relief and true happiness even as her eyes moistened. 'After all, we are supposed to be getting married in less than a month.'

'You're still ok with that?' I looked into her blue eyes knowing I was way more than ok with that even though it seemed such a distant almost abstract concept here.

'Of course I'm ok with that.' She said with a grin. 'What girl wouldn't want to promise to honour and obey her master forever?'

I kissed her gently on the lips.

'And, if slave may be so bold, she would like to say that if Master did exhibit some submissive tendencies from time to time, it would be her duty to accommmodate them.'

'That was just a bit of fun.' I told her.

'Yes, Master.' She said with more than a hint of skepticism.

'You!' I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back. 'Are a very naughty slave.'

'Does that mean you are going to punish me?' She squirmed deliciously.

I slapped her bottom and told her to fetch my whip.

*

CHAPTER 32: FINAL FANTASY

*

I did meet the lovely Maria-Argenta once more. Well, sort of.

I woke with a start to find her standing over me in the bedroom dressed in the white gown she's worn at the barbecue; or perhaps it was the costume the Diablas virgin had worn, the flimsy material clinging to her lovely body, her brown nipples clearly visible through the thin silk.

'Come along, PonyBoy.' She said with a beckoning finger and a smile.

I slid out of bed dropping to all fours and she clipped a leash to my collar.

'Good boy.' She said leading me towards the door.

I followed obediently on all fours struggling to keep up and drooling at the sight of her lovely tapered calves and five inch patent leather heels.

The corridor outside the room was crowded, full of partygoers still celebrating the new year; the ponies and players, Goose and Rubber Dolly were there too.

'What a cute pony a voice said.' It was Camilla.

'He should be bridled.' Said Helga and she pulled a bridle over my head, pushing the bit into my mouth and strapping it in place, a mask followed, like a horses head pushed over mine, effectively blinkering me so all I could see were Maria-Argenta's gorgeous legs in front of me and the swish of the white silk gown as it flowed tantalisingly across her calves.

'This is too easy for him.' A voice said. It was Jacintha. I felt her hand grab my balls and then something close around them, locking into place. Then she put cuffs on my ankles that were chained to the strap round my balls so that I couldn't put my toes on the ground and when I moved my legs there was a tug on my cock and balls.

'He'll need these if he's going to be a pony boy.' Shiraz, squatting naked in front of me, pulled mitts onto my hands that looked like hooves. Helena, also naked, locked them in place with a chain between them so I had to move my hands faster in smaller 'steps' as I crawled.

'He definitely needs one of these.' Goose stood in front of me holding a tail. She was naked too, her breasts and belly bound with rope, Don Carlos stood beside her holding a rope leash that was tied around her neck. She bent forward, legs spread, straddling my head, pressing her pussy against my face as she leaned over me and pushed the tail through my sphincter before locking it in place.

I looked up to see Maria-Argenta some way ahead of me, the leash trailing from her wrist; there was tug of it on my collar and I tried to catch her up crawling now with tiny movements of my hands and balancing on my knees; every movement pulling on the tightly strapped balls, the tail swishing behind me.

'Come on PonyBoy.' Rubber Dolly struck my bottom with a whip. 'We all know your dirty secret now.'

There was general laughter and all those lining the corridor encouraged me with their whips too slapping my bottom and the soles of my bare feet.

I crawled faster trying to catch Maria Argenta and eventually she lead me into the safety of another room, the crowds melting away.

I knelt back and realised this wasn't 'safety' at all. We were in one of The Hacienda's 'playrooms'; like the one I'd seen it was equipped as a fully working torture chamber. I wasn't the only victim either; a steel cage hung from the ceiling, turning slowly on a single chain. There was a woman inside, blonde; the cage was tight on her body, fashioned almost to fit her perfectly except that her huge breasts were squeezed through the bars, dusky and swollen from the tightness of the steel that ringed their bases; each breasts was decorated with needles and the nipples were now fitted with triple pony piercings, though these were much bigger than the usual ones. Both nipples were also squeezed between a thin pair of metal bars that passed between the rings and were clamped together punishingly tight. Looking up, I could see Barbie's face pressed tightly against the bars, blue eyes wide with mix of fear and pain and lust, jaw stretched wide around a thick bar that served as a gag and made her drool constantly so that her chin and breasts shone with her saliva and it dripped from her nipples tinted red from the blood that oozed from the wounds where the needles pierced her breasts, the red liquid running down her body. The statuesque blonde still wore the blue laquered corset which seemed even tighter now, turning her waist into a tiny thing that, if my hands had been free, they could have easily encircled. As she turned I could see her buttocks, sticking through the bars of the cage, a vertical bar forced deep between them; the skin was blistered and red from abuse and there was clearly a huge rectal plug inside her that, along with the bars of her cage appeared to support much of her weight. Her long legs tapered down within the cage to end in play hooves; no, I realsied, real hooves that were where her toes should have been; even though she couldn't move, there was leather cuffs hobbling her ankles. Most shocking of all was her arms, or what remained of them; they had been amputated at the elbow leaving her two flippers that were drawn behind her back, cuffs over the stumps that were linked by a single loop of chain.

'My brother is converting her into the perfect mascot.' Maria-Argenta told me. 'I think she will be a real crowd-pleaser.' She ran a finger gently down the helpless blonde's thigh and I saw Barbie's eyes flick towards her. 'It may seem a little extreme but as my darling pet Juanita always says, ponies should forget how to use their arms. For Barbie here that won't be a problem.' She reached up and pulled on the link joining the two stumps of her arms. 'Of course, it is important to leave something behind or she would not be able to enjoy the pleasure of bondage; and I can assure you, she will be kept in it constantly; it also helps to display those superb titties don't you think?' She used the chain link to pull Barbie round. 'They'll be even more impressive when we've had them enlarged.'

I thought a tear slid down Barbie's cheek and felt I should do something but what could I do? Seeing Barbie like this had made my stiff cock completely rigid with excitement; my body was quivering with pleasure.

'Don't be sad.' Marie-Argenta looked up at her victim. 'It will be a life of exquisite pleasure as well as pain and you will be the perfect sex toy you have always dreamed of becoming.'

There was a box hanging from the front of Barbie's cage, some sort of electrical control with wires that looped down from it and then ran up between Barbie's legs. Marie-Argenta picked it up and pressed one of the buttons. Barbie's eyes widened and a gasp escaped her gagged mouth, saliva gushing out between her lips and the bar wedged between her teeth; Maria-Argenta held the button down and Barbie's eyes wide as saucers glazed over as he body began to gyrate, legs moving as much as the cage allowed them, thighs rubbing together; she gave another gasp.

'She will be kept like this constantly.' Maria-Argenta said with her finger still on the button. 'The box is mostly designed to give pleasure though it can be used to deliver excruciating pain.' She pressed a second button and Barbie screamed into her gag. 'Though, of course, pain is not the only way to deliver torture; your friend will endure remorseless sexual teasing, permitted only to cum when I choose. She will be the perfect mascot; a living sex doll; squirming, drooling, constantly horny, radiating unbridled lust; to be lusted after, desired but always out of reach just like the orgasm, her body so desperately craves.'

Maria-Argenta smiled cruelly.

*

'And now, you will become my human pony boy.'

Maria-Argenta had changed into a riding outfit; white blouse, tight jodhpurs, shiny boots; when she moved spurs clicked on the floor. She was holding a saddle and I dropped back onto all fours so she could lower it onto my back. She tightened the girth round my belly then she mounted me, taking hold of my reins and tucking her feet into stirrups that hung be my side.

'Come along, PonyBoy.' She said. 'Let's see what you can do.'

I started to crawl forward unsteadily, weighed down by her, barely able to move because of the cuffs on my wrists and the way my ankles were chained to my balls.

'This will never do.' She struck me with the whip.

I tried harder but I was too tightly chained.

'Well, if you won't be a good boy.' She dug her spurs into my side, raking them down my thighs.

I went wild, bucking and trying to throw her off.

'Oh good boy.' She squeezed her thighs around me. 'Oh, yes!'

I arched my back and tossed my head, turning left and right as the whip fell and her spurs ripped again at my flesh.

'Oh yes.' Her voice carried the unmistakeable sound of arousal and the more I continued to buck and twist, the more aroused she became and the more pain she inflicted with her whip and spurs.

Helpless and tormented I bucked and twisted in my bonds and she clung to my back with her thighs until her cries were a string of sexually driven moans.

'Oh yes, yes, yes, yes...'

I felt her climax as much as I heard it, her thighs clamping onto me.

'Oh good boy.' She voice was husky, shaky.

I knelt between her legs gasping for breath, hot, sweaty and intensely aroused, my cock straining for release, drooling freely.

She climbed off me unsteadily, her hair tousled and her face dusty like it had been that day she used me as a her pony with the firsts.

'You want to fuck me, don't you, Pony boy?' She had that cruel teasing smile on her face.

I nodded. What could I do; I could hardly lie to my mistress.

She began to unbutton her blouse, revealing her lovely firm breasts and her dark nipples, swollen with arousal.

I watched with mounting pleasure, my cock drooling, the pain of her abuse fading, replaced by lust.

Then she used her boot to push me onto my side.

'Roll over.' She said. 'PonyBoy.'

I lay on my back, my cock rigid in the air watching as she pulled off her boots and then her jodhpurs before standing above me gloriously naked holding her riding crop.

'So, PonyBoy, do you want to put that dirty little thing inside me?' She flicked my cock with her whip.

I nodded.

She smiled and began to squat down.

I reached down with my hands, fumbling with my stiff cock because of the play hooves on my hands.

I saw her smile before I felt the warm stream on my body but there was nothing I could do; nothing I wanted to do as the golden shower splashed across me; it seemed to run everywhere, across my chest and my legs, splashing into my mouth around the bit between my teeth.

'Remember your place, PonyBoy.' She laughed and I came, my useless hands bashing urgently at my cock which spurted up at her, my cum mingling with her piss as it sprayed across my body.

*

I woke covered in sweat and lying in a sticky mess, my body tangled in the sheets.

It took me a moment to realise it was a dream, a very wet dream.

Confused and, suddenly embarrassed I sat up fumbling for the lightswitch and, when I found it, peered round the foot of the bed. Bryony was still sound asleep, lying on her side, bridled and chained in place by her nipples; her arms sheathed behind her back and ankles hobbled.

I lay back, guiltily, running my fingers through the sticky cum and thinking about Maria-Argenta.

I was incredibly horny.

I climbed out of bed and lay down beside my sleeping pony.

Bryony opened her eyes looking at me sleepily. She had been drooling round her bit and I could see a trail of saliva across the chin and she smiled contentedly as she wriggled towards me.

I pulled her in enjoying the firmness of her body, the touch of her naked skin and the leather restraining her.

She was so beautiful like this and for a moment, I imagined us chained together at the foot of Maria-Argenta's bed, fellow slaves seeking pleasure in each other's bodies while our mistress slept above.

When I slid inside her she was wet and responsive despite the punishment I had given her earlier and the subsequent fucking.

'Mmmmmm!' She arched back pressing herself against me.

*

CHAPTER 33: THE NEW YEAR

*

After seeing the firsts in action, our training definitely moved up a notch. Bryony and PLT were totally fired up and back in harness with their nipple piercings healing, appeared to perform like real Azul ponies. They had been given to Shiraz and Helena who finally seemed to have patched up their differences. Shiraz, in particular seemed surprisingly confident in the way she handled PLT.

I felt way more focussed and noticed a beautiful responsiveness in the way Camilla performed for me. Even Goose seemed touched by an enthusiasm I'd rarely seen in her laconic personality.

By lunchtime on our second day back, The-Cat and Cream had been sent to train with the seconds. I was pretty sure they would be staying along with PLT.

After the day's training with Camilla, I was eager to enjoy her other charms at least once before we left and, after dinner slipped back into the stables. From the way she had performed for me, I thought I would find her enthused but when I entered her stall, she seemed dejected.

'I am sad, Senor.'

For a moment I thought it might be because I was leaving.

'No, Senor.' She laughed when I suggested it but didn't put me down in the way I might have expected. 'Will you take me for a night-time gallop?'

'Of course.' If there was one thing nicer than a horny pony it was a horny pony who wanted to be used in harness.

I quickly harnessed and bridled her and hitched her to a gig than drove her out onto one of the training fields, making her gallop for the pleasure of seeing her run. She was a born athlete and there was something beautiful about having such control over her. I pushed her hard, probably harder than I had done all day and she responded well despite her full day in harness. I was going to have to tell Valentina to increase her training regimen.

Finally, I let her slow and stop, enjoying the way she had clearly pushed herself to her limts; she was fighting for breath, her chest heaving.

'Kneel!'

She obeyed immediately and I gave her a few moments to catch her breath enjoying the now familiar scent and feel of her body.

When she had recovered her breath, I removed her bit.

'Thank you, Senor.' She said quickly.

'I'm expecting more than your thanks.' I told her.

'Camilla will suck your cock, Senor.' She said still breathing hard. 'And is happy for you to use her as you wish but first she has a request to make.'

'Go on then.'

This was unusual coming from a ponygirl.

'It is the trials for the seconds tomorrow...' She began.

'Yes, I know.' I replied. PLT had persuaded Shiraz to enter them with her; The-Cat and Cream were taking part too.

I was relieved that Bryony hadn't suddenly changed her mind.

'I want to take part.' Camilla persisted.

'I can speak to Helena.' I suggested.

'Helena is not yet ready, Senor. I do not wish to be partnered with her.' Camilla said irritably.

'Carmen perhaps?' I hazarded.

'No, Senor.'

'Then what are you asking of me?'

'I am asking Senor if he would partner me.'

'Me?'

'Unless there is a more competent Senor standing beside you.' The sarcastic Camilla had returned.

'I can try but I'm not sure they will allow a male player to take part.'

'I don't want you as a player.' She said. 'Jesus! Why are men so stupid!'

I looked down at her confused.

'I want to be a player, not a pony, Senor. I want to wear the captain's collar.'

'That's a laudable ambition.' I told her not really any the wiser.

'God protect me from idiots!' She practically screamed.

'Tell me what you want.'

'Senor! I am in need of a pony who is responsive and obedient. That pony does not have to be fast or skillful; in fact it is better if that pony is neither of those things so I can... prove myslef.' She looked up at me, her eyes shining, flashing with excitement and challenge. 'They... they do not believe me... they look at this pony body an think I am only fit to be between the shafts and when I try to show what I can do they whip me. And I am Brazilian, not Argentine!'

'And where am I going to find this obedient but unskilled pony?' A realisation was slowly dawning on me.

'Senor.' She looked up at me. 'I think you know who he is.'

'No!' I took a step back.

'There is rumour in the stable that under the guidance of the Donna you won an opening drop and that you... respond well to the whip.'

I was glad it was dark. I was blushing furiously even as a small part of me was strangely excited by the invitation.

'If I can do it with you...' She said cooly. 'Then I can do it with any pony.'

As put-downs went, it was subtle but deadly.

'You have such a way with words.' I said, well and truly brought down to earth.

'A woman must say what she thinks.'

'So you want to put me in harness and use me as your pony to impress Valentina and get yourself a position as a player in the seconds.' I tried to keep my voice level but I knew deep down I wanted to do it.

'I have ideas... and I want to end this ridiculous pairing they use. By using you, I am showing them that it is the individual player that makes the difference.'

'Or the pony.' I said with a laugh.

'Perhaps.' She laughed too. 'Senor, Camilla would be very grateful.' Her voice dropped to a give a husky seductive note.

'I hope your tactics on the field are better than that.'

'You do not think I'm seductive?' She looked slightly upset.

I looked at her kneeling harness...

'You don't need to be seductive...'

'I can be persuasive...' She leant forward nuzzling my crotch.

*

Her harness took some adjusting but it fitted me tolerably although the arm sheath was punishingly tight and I had to run barefoot as her boots were too small. From my vantage, Camilla seemed as skilled a player as Maria-Argenta, she was certainly as liberal with the whip, driving my zigzagging across the field, pulling me to a halt and lashing me into motion again. I was, of course hooded and in no position to judge my performance.

What the hell was I thinking?

The answer to that question came in the need to stop after the first to laps of the field and tightly restrain my bouncing cock; that and the fact I'm a sucker for helping out a struggling athlete which is how I'd ended up here in the first place.

If I was going to make of habit of this sort of thing, I was going to have to get in shape again; not that I'm unfit but there are levels of performance.

We must have trained for a couple of hours before Camilla was happy with what she'd accomplished. To some degree, she was right, a player could probably master (or in most cases I was aware of 'mistress') a new pony in a short space of time; Jockey's after all ride whatever horse they are given. However, a longer relationship would probably produce a more subtle connection.

'Good boy.' She said when we finally stopped and I stood, breathing hard around my bit, the tight harness on my body creaking with every breath. My arms had gone completely numb in the tight sheath and my feet were sore despite the soft, well watered turf that adorned the Hacienda's training fields.

'Shang oo, Mishdresh.' I said very aware that she was close beside me and naked save, probably, a pair of pony boots.

I felt her unlacing the strap she'd wound around my cock.

'You are very... eager.' She said, squeezing my shaft.

I nodded.

I was, very eager. I'd just played ponyboy to a naked and very beautiful woman, even if I couldn't see her.

'Very handsome too.' Her fingers ran over my chest then slid lower.

I decided I could get used to being a pampered ponyboy.

'Camilla would like to reward her little pony.' Her hand stroked my cock and then she cupped my balls.

I couldn't resist pushing myself forwards into her hand.

'It is a shame we have the trials tomorrow.' She removed her hand and I moaned in frustration. I felt her lean forward, her body pressed against me and she whispered. 'I want you to promise me that there well be no sexy games when I release you. Camilla will be helpless again and she does not want you wasting her energy with sexy games.'

Her finger stroked my scrotum and then she squeezed my balls hard.

'I promish, Mishdresh...' I said quickly.

'Good boy.' She patted my cock then then began to release me from the bridle harness and hood.

***

Goose was there as I walked into the yard the next morning; of course she bloody was! In fact the whole stable had turned out to watch the trials for the seconds: ponies, players, grooms. Everyone was going to see Camilla and her new pony.

Bryony stood beside Goose, harnessed and booted on a leading rein to her new piercings; she wasn't bridled but was gagged and she winked at me as I came towards her. Shiraz had PLT in harness and I gathered my former pony would be putting the little blonde through her paces in the selection; there was no sign of Helena. Whipped cream and her beloved Cat were there too, the submissive blonde already harnessed to her gig and clearly eager to please her mistress by winning a place in the squad.

Rubber Dolly stood with Reuben; the lovely dressage mare was wearing one of her trademark rubber minidresses and was restrained in a conventional single sleeve; as usual, she was leashed by her clit and I wondered if the couple had spent a night together. It would probably be the first time since our arrival although it was no different to the way Bryony and I had spent our time in Argentina. Barbie with Charles accompanied Rubber Dolly and her master. Barbie was dressed in the uniform of a groom like Charles though the blouse was ludicrously tight across her chest; after her triumph leading the squad out in Buenos Aires, I couldn't help wondering if she'd rather be naked and in bondage like the other ponies.

'Getting a bit casual with your pony there, are't you, Mike?' Goose commented.

I was carrying an arm sheath, harness and bridle and dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. Camilla walked beside me in her leathers carrying a large pair of pony boots.

'She's trying out for the seconds.' I said matter-of-factly.

'Really.' Goose looked skeptical. 'I don't see any players... unless you're thinking of joining them too. I can just see you in a lovely tight pair of leather hotpants.'

'Do you have a problem with me taking part?' I asked testily.

'Well, apart from the fact you're a bloke...' Goose said sarcastically.

'And why would that be a problem?' Camilla glared at her.

'Beggars can't be choosers.' Goose replied.

'We should get ready.' Camilla said turning away from the blonde and looking at me.

I put my gear down and pulled off my shirt.

'You'll never fit in her leathers.' Goose said with a smirk.

Camilla stepped behind me and pulled my arms back.

'No!' Goose looked at me open-mouthed. 'Oh my God! You're serious.'

She had a phone out before Camilla had tightened the straps across my chest.

'This is going to knock that picture of Bryony off the village website.'

I tried not to look at anyone, especially Bryony and I hoped nobody noticed the rampant erection straining against my jeans. However, when I did look up, I think I saw Bryony smirking.

Camilla fitted the mitts and pulled my arms up behind my back, tightening the straps and pulling my elbows together. The tension across my shoulders was becoming rather too familiar... and enjoyable.

'Nice pecs!' Goose laughed as she recorded the whole thing. 'Are you going to get those nips pierced like a proper pony?'

I tried to ignore her but she put her whip under my chin.

'Mistress asked you a question, PonyBoy.'

'No! I'm not going to get my nipples pierced.'

At that point Camilla undid my jeans and pulled them down.

'Whoa! Steady on.' Goose looked down. 'I'd say somebody was enjoying this.'

I blushed bright red as I stepped out of my jeans then Camilla helped me into the boots.

'I don't believe this.' Goose said circling with her phone.

'Well, I think he looks cute!' Rubber Dolly said from the sidelines.

It didn't help. Particularly when she added. 'And he's got a lovely cock.'

I glanced at Bryony who was giving me one of her stares. It was probably just as well she was gagged.

Fortunately, at that moment Camilla pulled the hood over my head and it suddenly all became a lot easier to cope with.

'Open wide.'

I opened my mouth and she pulled the bit between her teeth.

I felt my cock twitch.

Fuck!

I couldn't believe how much this was turning me on. It had been bad enough the night before and with Maria-Argenta but I found myself seriously excited. I'd kept to my promise not to indulge in any 'sexy games' and now I was rampant.

As Camilla tightened the straps of the bridle, I knew I was drooling.

'You know a pony responds better to nipple reins.' She whispered quietly. 'There is still time.' Her fingers lightly brushed my nipples and I shivered fearing that if she did much more to me I was going to cum in front of everyone.

'Nggghh.' I managed to shake my head though part of me wanted to say 'yes'.

'If you say so, Senor.' She pressed herself against my back, he body firm, her arms around me. It was wonderful. Then she took hold of my cock.

I shook my head quickly. 'Nngg.'

Fortunately, she seemed to understand and her hands relaxed on my cock.

'Senor seems to enjoy being a pony.' She squeezed but only very gently.

I really hoped I didn't cum in front of everyone. Sowing my wild oats while my fiance was enjoying a little lesbian bondage fun was one thing; being wanked off in front of her by a kinky pony girl might be a step too far.

'We will have to keep this under control.' She squeezed again and I felt something tighten around the base of my cock. It felt like the device Maria-Argenta had used on me; straps along the shaft of my cock and around my balls.

I thought I might ask Bryony to buy one for me when we got home then remembered I was supposed to be the dominant one.

Then she fitted the crotch strap to my harness and slipped my cock through it before fixing it in place.

'Can't have this bouncing around distracting people.' She squeezed again gently.

Then she clipped reins to me bridle and lead me forwards a couple of paces before turning me and pushing me back, presumably between the shafts of her gig; then I felt her clip the fastenings to my harness.

'Such a shame we can't give you a tail.' She whispered patting me on the bottom. 'But, if you're a good boy I might let you wear on later.'

I was so glad I couldn't see Bryony's face; or anyone else's for that matter.

'Don't try to deny it.' I heard Goose say. 'You're enjoying every second of this, PonyBoy.'

I nodded.

'Still time to get those nipples done.'

'Nggh!' I hoped nobody asked me again; if they did, I'd probably agree.

'Just one more thing.'

Something snapped tight around my balls. It felt like the cock leash Marie-Argenta had used.

'This is in place of a clit ring.' Camilla said. 'I want complete control over you.'

She passed something back between my legs and tugged on it.

I was going to be one very obedient pony. It was just as well straps around my cock were tight!

I felt her climb into the gig then she flicked the reins and I felt the sting of the whip on my buttocks.

And I trotted out of the yard like a good boy.

*

CHAPTER 34: NATURAL SELECTION

*

The morning passed in a blur of excitement, arousal, exhaustion and pain. It was reminiscent of my day with the firsts; there were more rests but the bursts of activity were even more intense and I really wanted to do my best for Camilla. The fact that she kept checking me with the leash around my balls told me that I certainly wasn't underperforming, no matter how often or hard she whipped me. I suppose, fit as those lovely ponies around me were, I probably had an edge in raw power.

Around me, I could hear cheering and shouting and, occasionally Camilla's voice, either tense with concentration or, with increasing frequency, raised in triumph. It was utterly thrilling from the tight bondage to the kiss of the whip to the cheer of the crowd and I wondered in my moments of respite why I hadn't tried this before. I suppose the physical exertion played its part, I've always loved training and performing before a crowd is always exciting. Then there was the sheer sexual exhilaration of being treated like this; of being kept in tight bondage and whipped mercilessly by a beautiful woman. It was, perhaps, the most exquisite foreplay I had ever enjoyed, an unremitting three hours of sexual teasing that left my balls throbbing and my cock drooling.

We played a short game and I, once again experienced the fear and thrill of colliding with other ponies; the contact with slick, firm flesh, reminding me that all about me were ponies in harness, fit young bodies, restrained and driven under the whip like me.

I really wished I could see them but, at the same time, knew why I couldn't be allowed.

I soon realised why Bryony liked to be kept and even exercised blindfolded; the sheer thrill of what I felt with my other senses was intoxicating.

By the time we finished, I was exhausted but could only feel disappointment as Camilla drove me back up to the Hacienda. The only consolation was that I might just get to enjoy some much needed relief from the sexual tension that was trapped inside me.

'Good boy!' My player said as she climbed down from the gig.

Her hand touched my bottom and then she squeezed my cock.

'My lovely eager pony boy.' She kissed my shoulder.

She made no move to release me.

I heard the sound of pony boots and the wheels of gigs.

'Hey, Camilla.' A voice called. 'I hope you're going to give him a good rub down.'

'Si, Ximena.' Camilla replied. 'Perhaps you like to help me.'

'Anytime, Camilla. Anytime!'

*

My balls throbbed exquisitely as she took off the restraining strap and I hoped Camilla might give my cock just one more squeeze even in the cock restraint I was ready to cum. Sadly, she didn't and, disappointingly she moved on to undo my harness. I suppose, i'd been hoping she might make full use of her pony.

Then, after releasing my arms she cuffed my wrists behind my back.

'I like to keep my ponies under control.' She squeezed my balls and I groaned with pleasure. 'Perhaps if you are a good boy we will keep you as my team mascot.'

My response to this suggested Maria-Argenta had really screwed me up.

She removed my boots and bridle and finally my hood.

The light was dazzling but I soon realised I was standing naked in the stableyard wearing nothing more than the cock restraint and handcuffs surrounded by ponies and players from the second team; most of them, like me, now naked; the ponies cuffed and leashed.

Camilla slid out of her leathers and removed her boots.

'Come on, Pony!' Camilla said. 'Let's get you in the shower.'

She reattached the restraining strap to my balls and lead me towards the shower block.

The ponies and players of the seconds followed.

There wasn't a chastity belt in sight; I didn't know exactly what was going to happen but I had a pretty good idea I was going to enjoy it.

*

In the showers, I was once again engulfed in steam, and the pleasure of warm water running over my skin. Camilla tied my cock leash to a pipe and then pressed herself against me. My cock strained against her in its bondage.

'If you are a good boy, Senor.' She teased. 'Perhaps Camilla take this off later.' She squeezed my cock in its tight restraint.

'Yes, Mistress.'

I just sort of said it and it made Camilla smile. She pulled down on my leash and I dropped to my knees. Camilla took hold of my head and pulled me towards her.

'I hope my pony is well versed in all his duties.'

I needed no more encouragement, I plunged my tongue between her legs, seeking out her sex.

'Whoa there, Pony!' Camilla pulled me back. 'You are way too eager. I am glad I used to restraining rein.'

She laughed and relaxed her grip then guided my face towards her sex. I kissed her smooth mons and then, gently licked it with my tongue. Water was running down her body and splashing over my face. It reminded me how thirsty I was and I eagerly swallowed even as I tasted the salt on her skin.

'Much better.' She pulled my face against her body. 'I think Camilla may keep you.'

I had a feeling I was over Maria-Argenta but the thought of being kept as a pony by this lovely and clearly dominant woman was frighteningly appealing.

'Hey, Camilla.' Ximena appeared beside us in the steam. 'You've had him to yourself all morning. Give us a piece.'

She had Valeria on a leash behind her.

Both player and pony had soap on their bodies, and water running across their skin.

'You gonna get him pierced.' Ximena bent and teased my nipple.

'He doesn't want it.' Camilla said.

'Fuck what he wants.' Ximena said. 'He's your pony now. You're horny pony boy. Masie told me he was a pussycat in the hands of the Donna and she called him her PonyBoy. Like most men, no matter how they posture, they like nothing more than to be made sex toys by strong women.'

I looked up to see Ximena plant a kiss on Camilla's lips.

'Eyes down, PonyBoy!' She said. 'Mistress Camilla has not finished with you yet.'

I returned to my duties aware that above me, Ximana's hands were exploring Camilla's breasts and playing with her piercings.

*

'Camilla?' A voice called through the steam.

'Cassandra.' Camilla called back, her voice rather shaky.

A tall, lithe player appeared beside me with a pony leashed behind her. The pony wore a penis gag.

'Mistress Valentina is asking for you.' The new arrival said.

'Can't she wait a few moments?' Camilla's voice was very unsteady know and I smiled to myself as I licked her swollen clit.

'I don't think our new captain should keep the coach waiting.' The player said.

I looked up. Camilla's eyes were wide with astonishment; or perhaps it was something else.

'Captain?' Ximena said, taking her hands off Camilla's breasts.

Camilla took a step back and the new arrival and Ximena flung their arms around her. The ponies pressed themselves in too and others appeared to join the congratulatory huddle.

I knelt watching.

'Camilla!' Valentina's voice cut through the steam like a knife.

'Sisters.' Camilla extracted herself from the throng. She was breathing hard and looked excited. 'Would you mind looking after my pony?'

A dozen nubile women turned to look down at me.

A better man would have felt less terrified.

Ximena was the first to take Camilla's place, pulling her pony Valeria into a kiss as I served her like the obedient little pony I seemed to have become. She'd obviously been a naughty girl at some point, she had a clit ring. Another player knelt beside me and I felt a hand on my cock.

'Shame not to make use of this.' She said squeezing my cock and pressing her breasts against my arm.

'Just wait your turn, Sophie.' Ximena said. 'Why don't you use your own pony?'

'When I can have a real cock?' She continued to play with my cock which twitched in her hands.

'Yes, do hurry up, Ximena.' Another player pressed herself against Ximena's back, her hands sliding round to play with her breasts.

'You're so impatient, Jemima.' Ximena said, her voice becoming deeper.

'Want me to stop?' Jemima continued to play with Ximena's breasts.

'I think I'll allow you to hurry me along.'

Around me I was aware of nubile bodies touching and playing with each other, of players kissing and ponies being stroked; the girl with the penis gag was on her knees fucking Cassandra with it.

Above me, Ximena climaxed and I felt her juices fill my mouth along with the water still running over her lovely firm body.

'My turn.' Sophie, the girl with her hand on my cock turned my face and kissed me. 'Ohhh.' She said excitedly. 'You taste of Xime!'

She pushed me back onto the wooden boards of the shower block and clambered over me, spreading her thighs and thrusting her pussy down over my mouth. Water from her body poured into my mouth and I swallowed again, tasting the salt and sweat from her skin then, as I began to lick her, another hand touched my cock and then something closed over it.

'Becka!' A voice scolded. 'You're such a slut.'

'That's rich coming from you Cassa.' Becka retorted. 'I haven't sucked cock for months.' She squeezed my balls. 'Shame the poor little pony can't enjoy it.'

'Perhaps we should take the cock strap off.' A voice suggested.

It sounded a good idea to me.

'I think we should save him for Camilla.' Cassandra said then shrieked loudly as she climaxed.

'You're never going to make the firsts Cassa!' Someone said.

'I'm not sure I want to.' Cassandra said breathlessly, still impaled on her pony's penis gag. 'All that chastity!.'

There was a lot of giggling and somewhere off to my right a girl climaxed.

Becka was still sucking my cock which was at once beautiful and intensely frustrating.

I'd had enough foreplay.

I flicked Sophie's clit and felt her shudder. A sour taste filled my mouth, her warm juices and I thought she'd climaxed but then I realised it was something else. I Tried to turn my head but she squeezed her knees tight.

'Keep that tongue working PonyBoy!' She said tersely in English.

*

When I had brought Sophie to orgasm she stood up, water dripping off her body. I could still taste her urine and tried to catch the falling water to wash out my mouth.

'Sophie you filth cow.' A voice said. 'You pissed in his mouth didn't you.'

'She pisses in mine all the time.' Said a dark skinned pony standing to one side. 'I quite like it.'

'Turn him over.' A girl said.

'I haven't finished with his cock yet!' Becka said.

'You can still play with it.' The girl answered.

I was pulled onto my knees and bent forward.

There was a girl kneeling in front of me with her bottom in the air and hands guided my mouth towards her gaping pussy. Like Ximena, she had a piercing; she had rings in her labia too and I ran my tongue over them.

The girl laughed and said something in Spanish I didn't understand. I licked again and saw her pussy turn pinker. Behind me Becka's hands played with my cock. Then something pressed against my anus. I tried to turn but hands held me firmly.

'Hey!'

'Silence, PonyBoy!' Ximena's hand slipped into my hair. 'I'm told you like anal!'

Something was forced through my sphincter.

The girl in front of me pushed her bottom into my face.

'Keep working PonyBoy.' Ximena said.

Another of whatever it was violated my sphincter.

'How you like them, Senor Miguel?' Ximena asked.

A third bead went in.

'We have many more.' Ximena laughed and pushed me against the girl kneeling in front of me.

I continued to lick her as more beads were pushed inside me; a kneeling slave to this bevy of naked beauties; having my cock teased and my anal ring probed like this after my morning of pony play was one of the most intense sexual experiences of my life and when Ximena demanded I probe the girl's ring with my tongue I did as I was told; gagging even as I nearly came.

'Bad boy.' Becka slapped my bottom. 'He is trying to cum, Ximena.'

'Naughty pony!' Ximena pulled my face away from the girl in front of me who protested loudly.

'We should punish him.' A voice suggested and a chorus of approval followed.

I suppose I could have struggled or shouted for help and someone would probably have come.

I didn't.

I was dragged to my feet and my cuffed wrists were pulled up behind me where they were tied off to something overhead; then my legs were kicked apart and leather ropes tied round my ankles. Then they started to whip me; initially they used a crop that they passed round and then three or four used their hands to slap my bottom and thighs; a couple more whips were found and used on my back, occasionally taking swipes to my swinging cock. At one point, I stumbled forward and my ankles were pulled back making me fall, jerking my shoulders and making me swing by my arms. The whips fell on the soles of my feet and I struggled to regain my footing but the girls holding the ropes on my ankles just kept pulling them away until the soles of my feet were smarting. Then they pulled my legs wide apart and used the whips on the inside of my thighs.

'Enough.'

I turned to look and recognised Camilla through a haze of pain and sexual arousal.

There was silence and stillness.

'We're just having fun.' Ximena said.

'He's my pony.' Camilla said.

She was naked but was wearing a blue metallic collar round her neck.

'Yes, Mistress.' The girls backed away and my feet find found solid ground.

I struggled to stand with my arms still secured above me.

'Let him down.' Camilla said.

The rope holding my arms up was untied though my wrists remained cuffed behind me.

'We will hold a practice at three thirty.' Camilla said.

There were a few surprised looks.

'Yes, Mistress.' Ximena said and the rest joined it.

'Come along pony.' Camilla picked up my cock leash and lead me out of the showers with the anal beads still swinging behind me.

*

She lead me to her stall.

'You are harmed?' She asked with surprising concern.

'No.' I said. 'We were just having fun.'

She smiled and raised her eyebrow then reached up to touch the blue collar self-consciously.

'You made captain.'

She smiled and touched the collar again. 'Yes. I wear the captain's collar.'

'I am very pleased for you.' I genuinely was. 'I'd hug you if I could.'

'You wish to be released?'

'Actually... Mistress...' I went down on my knees. 'I wish to finish what I started earlier. I want you make use of your pony boy.'

If I didn't cum soon my balls were going to explode.

'Perhaps I should.' She said.

*

She sat on the mounting block and spread her legs and I licked her out thoroughly enjoying this completely submissive role I had taken on.

Then she released my cock.

'You wish me to suck this?' She said sliding off the block onto her knees and milking me gently.

Actually, I wanted to thrust it inside her.

'What would Mistress like to do with her pony?' I asked hoping it involved release from the intense need I felt.

'Apart from piercing his nipples and keeping him as a pet?' She raised an eyebrow teasingly.

We were kneeling facing each other in the stall. My hands were still cuffed behind me.

'Perhaps she should do that.' I was completely overwhelmed with lust.

At that moment, if that's what she wanted to do, I would have submitted.

'I think your fiance might object.' She stroked my nipple.

'You know...?' I was surprised.

'There seemed few secrets in the stable.' She laughed. 'But, to which part might she object; the piercing or the keeping of you as a pet?'

'Both, I hope.'

'Perhaps I will ask her.' Camilla smiled running her hand teasingly over my chest. 'She too is most submissive. As eager to please as you.'

'You have... played with her?' I asked.

'Naturally, Camilla has tasted her.' She said, enjoying the moment. 'And her blonde companion. They are both very obedient.' She pinched my nipple and my cock twitched urgently. 'Does your fiance know how submissive you are?'

I looked down. 'Probably not.'

I'm not sure I'd realised it before now. I'd assumed my previous experience was just lust for Maria-Argenta.

'Then perhaps Camilla will tell her.' She laughed again.

I wasn't sure I wanted Bryony to know just how exciting I'd found being a pony boy or the details of the abuse I'd enjoyed at the hands of the second team.

'It might be better if you didn't tell her, Mistress.'

'Does my pony slave beg his mistress not to speak of it?'

'Yes, Mistress.' I whispered.

'Fair enough.' Mistress Camilla smiled saucily. 'But I think she will find out soon enough.'

'Thank you, Mistress.'

'Now, we are both wanting that cock inside me are we not?'

'Yes, Mistress.'

She climbed onto my lap spreading her thighs over mine and impaled herself on me.

I was surprised that I didn't cum immediately but, then, I'd been teased to the point of orgasm for half the morning, I'd probably gone past it.

'Oh my. You are a well behaved pony.' She began to slide up and down me.

I was in heaven.

'Would you like to play with my nipples.'

I nodded. 'Yes, please, Mistress.'

'What a shame you're wrists are cuffed.' She teased, running a finger over my right nipple.

Then she kissed me. 'That is to thank you.' She said genuinely, pressing herself against me. 'For believing in Camilla.'

Then she reached round behind me and began to pull out the anal beads as she rode her submissive pony boy to a very noisy orgasm.

*

CHAPTER 35: THE FINAL GAME

*

Camilla did finally release me and, after another somewhat less eventful shower I went to find the others.

They were practicing with the other potras on one of the lower pitches and were playing some sort of match.

There was a figure kneeling at the side of the pitch and I quickly realised it was Bryony.

'Are you ok? I was suddenly concerned.

'I'm fine, thank you, Sir.' I thought I detected an edge to her voice but perhaps I just felt guilty.

'Why aren't you playing?'

'Uneven numbers.' She was kneeling in full harness and boots. A gig stood a few feet away and I could see a hood and bridle hanging from the back. 'Goose has been dividing her time between me and Pretty.'

'Would you like to join in?' I asked.

'And which of us would be the pony, Sir.' She said it rather seriously.

'You are a way better pony than me.' I told her bending to kiss the top of her head.

'Yes, Sir.'

I picked up the hood and pulled it over her head, smoothing it down before tightening the laces. She didn't resist but she was clearly tense.

'Sir?'

I stopped with the bridle in my hands worried about what was coming.

'Yes?'

'We are going to need a serious talk about this pony fantasy of yours when we get home.'

'I've always liked ponies.' I said trying to lighten her mood.

'But I'd like to know how long you've wanted to be one.' She said. 'And why... and why you've never played pony for me.'

I knelt behind her. 'What makes you think I enjoyed it.'

She laughed.

'What?'

'If your cock had been any stiffer half the team would have tripped over it.'

'Are you jealous?'

'Not jealous exactly, Sir.' She paused. 'I'm just a bit unsure... I thought I was the submissive one.'

My mouth went dry. Bryony was the best thing that had happened to me in my entire life.

'You are the submissive one.' I slid my arms around her. 'And I love having you as my slave.'

'Yes, Master.' She nuzzled back against me. 'It's just you hear about some men trying on their wife's clothes, I'm just wondering if I will come home and catch you in the yard wearing my harness.'

'I don't think that's going to happen.' I kissed her gently on the shoulder. Her skin was warm and salty. If I hadn't already spoiled things between us, I was willing to swear never to play PonyBoy again.

She knelt silent for what seemed an age.

'If you wanted to, Master, I'd be quite happy to swap roles once in a while.' She said suddenly.

'I love you.' I said and kissed her again, then I pulled the bridle over her head and slid the bit into her mouth, buckled the straps tightly and climbed into the gig.

She responded beautifully when I flicked the whip.

It was our final afternoon of polo training at the Hacienda and I thoroughly enjoyed driving Bryony and, after two stints between the shafts, I felt I had a better grasp of how to handle a pony. At least, that's what I told myself it had been about.

*

Don Hernan was in expansive mood after his team's victory at the weekend and after dinner invited Charles, Reuben, Goose and me onto the terrace where I wasn't surprised to discover that Goose was way more capable of smoking a cigar than me.

We had been talking for some time when he took me aside placing a paternal arm around my shoulders guiding me into his study. I got the distinct impression I was about to find the cost of this 'free lunch' we'd been enjoying for the last couple of weeks.

'I wanted to thank you for sharing your training techniques with myself and my coaches.' He said after taking a drag on his cigar. 'I am hoping you too gained from your time with us too.'

His tone suggested more than simply a knowledge of polo.

'I've enjoyed it very much.' I said somewhat nervously. 'And our team is very grateful for your interest.'

'I too have enjoyed your visit.' He said. 'Particularly the company of your little red-headed pony.'

'Bryony.' I tried to keep my voice steady wondering if she had changed her mind about staying and remembering her mood when we'd spoken on the touchline of the pitch a few hours before.

'I think she would make a good addition to my stable.' Don Hernan continued.

'I'm sure she would be flattered.' I said guardedly.

'You are, no doubt aware that ponies enter my stable in a number of ways.'

'Indeed I am, Don Hernan.' I tried not to show him how tense I was.

'I was hoping that you might accept an offer for her.' He said expansively. 'A transfer fee as it were.'

I didn't know what to say. 'Well...' I stammered.

'I am willing to offer you a million dollars.'

I tried very hard not to cough on my cigar and nearly managed it.

'My sister has taken quite a shine to her too.'

'I see.' I tensed at the mention of Maria-Argenta.

It was at that point I realised there was someone else in the room. She had been sitting in the darkness and it was only when she stood that I saw her.

I recognised her immediately.

'Senor Miguel.'

'Maria... Senorita Cortaz!' I felt a chill at the back of my neck, the prick of sweat. These were people who got what they wanted.

'I hear my training has changed your approach considerably.' She came towards me, stepping into the light. She wore a short dress along with heels and stockings despite the heat. She was as devastatingly beautiful as I remembered her, those dark eyes, her smooth cheeks, that full mouth; her cleavage was dark and inviting.

'As I said, to Don Hernan.' I replied cautiously. 'I have learnt a lot.'

'I apologise for missing dinner but I flew in this evening.' Maria-Argenta's smile became predatory. 'But I am glad I arrived for the negotiations. As he has said, my brother is keen to purchase your lovely pony and I wanted to ensure we made you an offer you could not refuse.' She leant forward slightly and pulled out a chair then lifted her foot onto it, adjusting her stocking top. Her body was mere inches from mine; I could feel the heat radiating from it, smell her scent; see the smoothness of her skin, the swell of her nipples beneath the fabric of her dress.

'I really would be very grateful if you would consider our offer.' She gave me the full force of her smile.

'I really...' I hesitated. It wasn't the money although a million dollars could set me up, if not for life then...

I berated myself for even considering it.

Her dress had a zip at the front and she adjusted it downwards.

'No.' I said feeling myself sweat as I tried to sound more confident than I felt. 'I can't sell her.'

'We would be prepared to increase our offer to two million.' Maria-Argenta said softly. 'Two million dollars.'

Two million dollars!

This was going to be a tale to tell our children... our children...

Maria-Argenta stepped back for a moment out of the light at that moment and seemed to fade.

Bryony and I were about to be married and were going to start a family and...

'I'm sorry.' I said. 'I am grateful for all you have done for us but Bryony is not for sale.'

*

I left Don Hernan and his sister and walked out into the night air; Goose, Charles and Reuben had gone. I was shaking. If my host of his sister wanted something then I'm sure they had ways to obtain it and here I was more or less alone in the middle of nowhere in a foreign country in a remote homestead protected by armed guards.

Without thinking, I walked towards the stables and found Bryony sleeping alone for once.

'Sir.' She stirred as I opened the door, her lovely blue eyes clouded with sleep. As usual, her arms were sheathed but she struggled to sit up, the chain from her new nipple piercings to the ring in the floor clicking and swinging mesmerisingly from her breasts.

'Come to bed with me.'

Her lips curled into a smile. 'Don't you have a certain pony to say goodbye to, Master?'

'It's you I want.'

She gave me a beautiful look.

'These new piercings are really sensitive. If you pull on that chain you'll find I'm willing to follow.' She grinned. 'Unless, of course, you want me 'prepared'.'

'I'll take you as you are.' I unclipped the chain from the ring and she climbed to her feet with practiced ease.

I lead her back to the room, nodding to Jose as I passed his room.

'Senor.' Jose jumped up. 'I think you are leaving tomorrow. I wish to say goodbye.'

He shook my hand. 'Incase we do not meet again.'

'Goodbye, Jose. It has been a pleasure.'

'You too Senor.' She said with a crooked smile. 'You will miss us, no?'

I looked at Bryony. 'Just a little.' I said.

'You are a very lucky man, Senor.' He smiled again and looked at Bryony. 'And you are very beautiful, senorita.'

I was astounded to see Bryony blush.

*

'Do you want me to take off the sleeve?' I asked as I lifted her into bed.

'Only if you're expecting me to use it on you.' She said with a smirk.

'I've had enough of being a pony boy for one day.' I told her.

'That's a shame.' She said saucily. 'I was hoping for a ride.'

'Oh, I think I can manage one of those.' I lay down beside her.

Her piercings really were very sensitive, especially the small one through her nipple; I barely had to touch it to make her squirm and, for some reason, this seemed to excite her intensely.

'You're not going to stop playing with these are you?' She said, giggling, her nipple almost pulsating as I teased it.

'Probably not.' I kissed her right nipple. 'Are you going to keep both sets?'

'That depends on what Master wants.'

I stiffened slightly and saw a frown cross her face.

'Actually, Master rather likes them.' I said. 'Master would like you to have more.'

'What does Master have in mind?' She looked up at me adoringly.

'I quite fancy having a dressage mare.'

'Are we talking a single ring or something more extensive like Barbie's?'

'I was thinking something like Rubber Dolly's.'

'Very kinky.' She said. 'Been discussing it with her a lot have you?'

'No, but it clearly makes her very randy.'

'She's always been a randy bitch.'

'Really?' I said with a smile. 'I thought she was the local schoolteacher, a pillar of the community.'

'She's a filthy slut and you know it.'

'Do I?'

'The whole stable knows it after that little performance you two gave last week.' She said with a smirk as I blushed.

I could hardly deny it.

'Oh, Sir!' She said pressing her lovely body against me. 'While you've been fucking the local tarts and playing with Miss Rubber Slut I've been shagged by half the stables including Don Hernan and his sister. I figure we're even.'

'You... with Maria-Argenta?' I suppose I should have realised it after my conversation with the 'senorita' and her brother earlier.

She looked at me surprised. 'Did you miss her off your list?'

I shrugged non-commitaly. 'Not my type.'

'You liar!' Her eyes widened. 'I've seen the way you looked at her. I thought she'd be your first in line with that thing you've got about Penelope Cruz.'

'Oh!' Her eyes widened. 'You are PonyBoy! They said it was you but I thought they were mixing you up with Reuben.'

She began laugh.

'Not funny.' I said indignantly.

'Spank me!' She said trying to suppress her laugh.

I did.

***

The match was closely fought if not at the same level as the first or second team.

We finally got to be the 'Mares Lanceurs'; Cream and The-Cat at centre attack, Reuben and Rubber Dolly at hustler, Bryony and I in defense and Goose and PLT in goal.

That's how we started off, at least.

Shiraz and Helena were on the opposing team with other potras, a couple of whom I'm sure had served us breakfast.

Most of the stable turned out to watch, including Camilla in her new collar. 'The captain serves the team.' Don Hernan had told me. From the way the rest of the seconds clustered around her, I suspected she would have not shortage of ponies to choose from.

The game was refereed by Valentina using Barbie as her pony. After her triumph in Buenos Aires, the blonde dressage mare hadn't really taken much convincing to get strapped into a full polo harness and seemed to be regretting her choice not to take part.

We (Cream and The-Cat) won the first drop and scored the first goal and buoyed by this we played well.

By the end of the first chukka we were two one up.

And so it continued.

We swapped positions as the game went on and, at the start of the final chukka were eight to five ahead.

Bryony and I moved to centre attack.

The first run went beautifully and, if Reuben hadn't dropped the ball we'd have been four ahead.

All my fears had gone and as Valentina threw the ball up the second time Bryony was poised and ready; it's not when it bounces, it's when it hits the ground.

Bryony knew, I knew. She left the line as the whip touched her bottom and I had the ball in my hand almost before I realised it; it was one of those zen moments when everything is perfect.

Or it was until the opposing potra ran straight into Bryony at full gallop; the collision had enough force that the opposing player was thrown from her gig; I nearly was too but managed to hang on. As I recovered my seat i looked up to see Bryony was doubled over and guessed she was winded.

'Come on!' I shouted, flicking the whip against her bottom.

Deep breaths are the best cure for a winding; I remember this from my school rugby days.

She straightened slowly and took a few uncertain steps forward then seemed to regain her stride.

I heard a cheer and looked up to see that Goose had scored.

I turned Bryony round and drove her back to the goal line for what was likely to be the final play of the match. She was a little slow but we'd been fucking half the night and I'd been driving her hard.

I was relieved that Don Hernan had not pursued his offer or taken any steps to 'acquire' a new pony.

She was even slower off the line; clearly struggling and the other team took to ball from the drop and scored.

The final whistle went.

That's when Bryony collapsed.

*

CHAPTER 36: FOND FAREWELLS

*

Being one of the richest men in South America gets you things.

From my point of view, I will be eternally grateful to Don Hernan for the speed at which the air ambulance reached the Hacienda and the treatment we received from the hospital just outside Buenos Aires.

Bryony had ruptured her spleen and was whisked into surgery and I sat for several anxious hours outside the operating theatre and then at her bedside holding her hand while I listened to machines go bleep watched the rise and fall of her chest.

A nurse came and went, checking the blood that was running into her and noting things down on a chart.

Finally, as dawn was breaking, her eyes fluttered open.

'Sir?' Her voice was weak but she squeezed my hand.

'Bryony... I...' I'd been waiting eight hours for this moment but I still didn't know what to say and felt tears fill my eyes with confusion.

'Thank you...'

I looked round but we were alone then tried to respond but I was crying too much.

It should have been me comforting her.

'Shhh...' She stroked my hand. 'I know, you don't like to see me hurt.'

'I'm sorry.'

'Don't be.' She turned to look at me. 'I'm a masochist remember.' Her face was pale, almost white as if the colour had been washed out of her. 'I enjoy pain...' She tried to laugh and grimaced. '... well mostly.'

'I'm sure you should rest.' I told her pulling my hand back.

'I love you, Master.' She said suddenly her hand moving rapidly to secure mine.

'I love you too.'

'Even though I've been pony whore, getting myself shagged by half the ponies in the stable?' She grinned.

'I can forgive you.' I told her.

'Just as well you don't know some of the weird shit I get up to when you leave me with Goose.' She paused. 'Shit! I said that out loud, didn't I?'

'I forgive you for that too.' I hoped she might say more but she didn't and it felt unfair to ask. 'Anyway.' I said. 'It's not as if I've been behaving myself.'

'No! You haven't.' She tried to sound stern but coughed and grimaced again. 'Especially playing PonyBoy to strange women.'

'I thought it would be a good experience.' I lied. 'You, know, help my game.'

'Bollocks.' She said rather loudly. 'We're getting married soon and we have to be honest with each other.'

'Well, I did quite enjoy it.' I conceded.

'I think we've already ascertained that you did a bit more than 'quite enjoy' it.' She smiled weakly.

'I...' I tried to protest.

'You might be bossy on the track but you're hardly a born dominant.' She opened her eyes and looked at me. 'Don't think I haven't noticed how hard you try when you dominate me.'

'It's a lot more fun when I have something genuine to punish you for but I really want to make you happy.' I said. 'Besides, there are certain rewards...'

'I'm a very lucky girl, Mike.' She patted my hand then frowned. 'Fuck! What drugs have they given me? I'm gibbering... No, really...'

'I'm the lucky one.' I told her and bent to kiss her hand. 'And, by the way, getting yourself injured the day before we are due to fly home has earned you at least twenty demerits.'

'You're a very sweet guy, Mike... Master and contrary to what people say, the nice guys do get the girls.'

'I've got the one I want.' I told her feeling ridiculously corny but the smile she gave me made me realise it was the right thing to say.

Her eyes flickered shut and for a moment I thought she was going back to sleep but suddenly she opened them again.

'Pity about Goose though.' She said suddenly.

'Goose?' I frowned, confused. 'Goose is fine.'

'I mean with Pretty staying here, she'll be on her own again.' She looked at the ceiling. 'I mean she'd a weird bitch... and very kinky... but I do quite like her.'

'I might let her borrow you when you're recovered.'

'I think that would be fun... Did I tell you she has a room full of kinky stuff?' She smiled. 'You wouldn't believe what she made me and Pretty do to each other...'

Frustratingly she drifted off to sleep and the nurse came in and told me to leave her to rest. I needed some sleep too but not before I'd phoned Justin to give him the heads up.

***

Since the day after we arrived back in Mares I'd had quite a job keeping Bryony from overexerting herself. Despite her injury she was desperate to train and after coming back from a meeting one afternoon to find her jogging round the stableyard I resorted keeping her in bondage. I didn't use anything stringent; as we've established, I'm not a born sadist but it was for her own good. She'd been told not to exercise for a fortnight and nothing heavy for a month. We'd flown back in from Buenos Aires (first class at Don Hernan's expense - I suspected ponygirl polo wasn't listed in the insurance details) a few days after her surgery which left me with a mandate to keep her chained up for at a little over a week.

The wedding was a couple of weeks after that and I felt morally responsible to protect her from herself until then.

At first, I used the technique I'd enjoyed in the Hacienda, chaining her to the bed by a collar but she still kept getting up, so I cuffed her wrists and ankles however, by this stage she was getting horny so I'd had to hand out demerits and put her in chastity to stop her playing with herself. The gag was simply to stop the abuse she was giving me; endorphin withdrawal can be problem in athletes.

Of course, I then had a hot, horny and helpless ponygirl chained up in my bedroom. There was only one thing for it; I put on my own chastity belt and left the keys with Goose. It seemed like a good idea at the time and it was only until the wedding. If gave Bryony's chastity belt key to Goose too.

Needless to say, bride to be wasn't impressed and earned a significant number of demerits before I gave in and strapped her to the bed hooded and gagged and there she stayed for most of the next fortnight. It was way too cold to chain her in the stable.

***

I had to let her out for her hen night though but I was glad when I heard the doorbell sound, signaling her return.

I opened the door to find my bride-to-be hooded and ball-gagged and wearing nothing more than a pair of white leather thigh boots and, of course, her chastity belt; her arms were laced behind her back in a leather single sleeve that matched the boots and the hood. Standing beside her, holding a leash clipped to one of my beloved's nipple rings was Eye Candy; her hair this week dyed a vivid blue. She was wearing very little too but way more than Bryony.

'I'm returning her safe and sound.' Candy told me handing over the leash and giving me a wink.

There was a scattering of snow on the ground and both girls were shivering slightly.

I thanked her and she turned away tripping through the snow in her huge heels. I couldn't see anyone else and I wondered briefly if Eye Candy had led Bryony down from the village like that.

Leading Bryony inside, I guided her into the living room and drawing down gently on her leash so that she dropped obediently to her knees in front of the fire. Almost four weeks after her accident, she had been starting to get her colour back though her skin was pale from the cold. The scar on her belly was still a livid red but was beginning to heal. Enforced rest had softened her curves a little; I thought she looked good.

I stepped behind her and undid the strap of her gag; the buckle was cold and, as I ease the ball out of her mouth her teeth chattered together. The gag was a pretty big one, certainly larger than the one I used on her.

'Thank you, Master.' She said reasonably coherently before moving he jaw and licking her lips.

'I take it you had a good time?'

There were a number of fresh whip marks on her body, especially on her buttocks, and her pert little breasts were covered in bruises, many of which looked like bite marks; they were quite obvious on her relatively unmarked pale skin. When she'd been in hospital in Buenos Aires she'd looked like she'd been serially abused; it was a wonder she wasn't referred to the Argentine equivalent of social services. Perhaps, Don Hernan had ensured she wasn't.

'We had a very good time, Master.' She grinned, sliding a little nearer the fire. 'Thank you for letting me go.'

'It was your party.' I told her. Besides, I'd been on my stag do the week before (leaving Bryony to the tender care of Goose). I wondered if she was as hung over as I'd been. If so, she was coping rather better considering she was kneeling at my feet in bondage.

'Don't you want to know what happened?'

'No, Slave. Your actions are of no concern to me unless you are trying to tell me that Master's property has been damaged again.'

'Master's property has not been damaged.' She said with a little shiver that wasn't just a response to the cold.

Actually, I had a pretty good idea what had happened over the two days she was away; I'd been sent a steady stream of photos by Honey Pot and Cassie although, as Bryony had been hooded for much of the time, I guess she wouldn't have known much about them. I knew they'd been to Bristol if nothing else because I'd seen Bryony kneeling on the Clifton Suspension Bridge, chained to one of the railings by her nipples as the sun rose over the Avon Gorge; this was after a night of partying at a fetish club where I'd seen a short video of her and Honey Pot dancing in a cage.

'Then all I really need to know, is how many demerits you've earned.'

Bryony knelt silently for a while, though her lips moved as, presumably, the totted up her indiscretions.

'Six, I think, Sir.'

I frowned even though she couldn't see me. 'Really?'

There was another pause.

'Eight, probably... no, nine. Yes, definitely nine.'

Despite our conversation at the hospital, we had returned to the old life, Bryony the submissive slave and me as her master; well, it wasn't quite the same; the Bryony I had first met was resurfacing; cheeky and infinitely more punishable; especially as she recovered. She'd become even more outspoken as the wedding loomed and adding the nine demerits she'd earned while away to her tally would mean I had an excuse to punish her every day for the next month at least.

'Slave looks forward to being shown the error of her ways.' She said bowing her head.

We hadn't gone back to our discussion about my recently exposed submissive leanings and I was, in many ways, quite relieved, however, it was something I was about to be confronted by.

'I think we have time this evening to cross of one demerit I told her picking up the riding crop I'd left out ready.'

She straightened up, pushing her breasts out, knowing they would be my first target.

I raised the whip ready to strike.

'I hope Master is ready to be a stallion tomorrow.' She said suddenly. I could just imagine the smirk on her face beneath the hood. She'd been telling me about this village tradition in which the groom is used as a pony on the morning of the wedding.

'I'm not doing it.' I told her firmly. 'And that's another demerit.'

Playing PonyBoy seven thousand miles away in the sunshine was one thing; being humiliated in the village where I lived was quite another. Besides, I was quite enjoying the dominant role.

'But it's an important village tradition...' She wheedled.

'I'm not from the village.' I reminded her.

'You're as good as now... Anyway, it's a way for a knight to show how much he loves his mare.' She turned as if to look at me, the challenge obvious in her voice and the flush across her chest telling me she was excited either by her impudence or the thought of seeing me in harness again.

I looked at her, kneeling utterly helpless, restrained and hooded; like that, I could whip her breasts then have her bend forward so I could whip her bottom.

'Actually, I already know how much I love you.' I told her.

'Just because you told me when I was injured doesn't count.' She said. 'Besides, I said a lot of stuff under the influence of those drugs.'

'You meant them though.'

'That's beside the point.' She shot back.

She was clearly gagging for a little discipline.

'So how much does my master love me then?' She asked clearly desperate to be punished.

I'd told her about Don Hernan's offer to buy her.

I'd been dying to tell her since we'd got back.

She gave a whistle.

'Two million quid?' She asked astonished.

'Dollars.'

'I'm worth more than that.' She laughed but flushed with pleasure then went quiet for a moment. 'Were you tempted?' She asked rather quietly.

I shrugged even though she couldn't see.

'You were, weren't you? She accused.

'Two million dollars is a lot of money.' I told her, remembering the way it was made. 'And don't try to tell me you wouldn't have been tempted to enter a life of sexual slavery.'

She was quiet for a moment.

'Slave is glad that Master did not sell her.'

'Good.' I picked up the whip. 'You now have thirty four demerits and I think it's time we made a start on your punishment.'

I'm sure she smiled behind the hood as I brought the whip down on her breasts.

*

CHAPTER 37: THE MARES STALLION

*

'No!' I said. 'Absolutely not.'

'What's this?' Bryony appeared behind me, still collared and naked apart from her chastity belt and with her hands still cuffed behind her back. It was how she'd spent the night after her whipping and, as a consequence her hair was in total disarray and she still had sleep in her eyes but now she was very definitely not looking as submissive as she had a few moments before.

'Mike won't come and play stallion.' Honey Pot called past me.

'It's freezing out there.' I said defensively. There had clearly been more snow in the night and, wearing only my dressing gown, I could feel the chill air rolling across my bare feet and up to my knees.

'It's a village tradition.' Goose reminded me.

'No!'

I started to turn to Bryony for support but felt myself knocked off balance. She had shoulder charged me and we both tumbled into the snow.

I was about to tell her she was supposed to be protecting her stitches or that she'd just accrued another two demerits but half a dozen bodies fell on me; hands, feet and knees pinning me down. They were only girls I told myself, they couldn't possibly get the better of me. I struggled but more joined it.

It didn't take them long for them to wrestle me out of my dressing gown and a moment later they had me face down, naked (aside from my steel chastity belt) in the freezing snow. I tried to struggle but it didn't do any good and before I knew it my hands were cuffed behind me and I was pulled up onto my knees.

There were at least a dozen of them; all, I noticed, dressed for the cold, mostly in leggings and puffer jackets; many wore hats and scarves too; most also, I saw, wore pony boots.

Eye Candy held me firmly with her fist in my hair.

I tried not to shiver.

'You can either come quietly...' Honey Pot told me.

'Or provide us with a lot more entertainment.' Goose stepped forward holding a driving whip.

'Alright.' I told them. 'You win.'

'Good little PonyBoy.' Goose smiled and Honey Pot held up a large heavy looking harness.

*

Honey Pot and Eye Candy buckled me into the harness; lowering it over my shoulders and tightening the straps across my chest and around my waist; like Bryony's racing harness it had thigh straps but it also had a crotch strap with a large ring clearly designed for my cock.

'We'll need to take this off.' Eye Candy said, pulling on my chastity belt.

'Here.' Goose stepped forward with the key and crouched in front of me to unlock it.

Honey Pot took my semirigid cock and guided it through the ring. I'd not cum for two weeks and was being harnessed by a dozen hot pony girls but it was bloody cold.

'Do you really want to marry this?' Honey Pot held my cock disdainfully between her thumb and forefinger as she waved to towards Bryony. 'I thought you said he was hung like a donkey.'

'I may have exaggerated.' Bryony was watching the whole thing from the kitchen doorway rubbing her wrists which someone had obviously released though she was still naked and collared and, currently, chaste. 'But he does have other talents.' She gave a slightly lascivious grin.

'You are in serious trouble.' I told her trying to stop my teeth chattering.

'Come over here and spank me then.' She turned and bent over, showing me her bottom; displaying the bruises from the spanking I'd given her the night before. (I'd got her down to thirty two demerits though they were racking up now).

The girls laughed.

'Ponies are not supposed to talk.' Honey Pot told me giving me balls a squeeze.

'This will keep him quiet.' Goose held up a bridle. 'Well, it works with his mate.' She looked down at me as she passed the bridle fitted with a rather un-ponylike red ball gag.

'Did you know Justin likes to be gagged?' She said mischievously. 'And, if that doesn't work, I find nipple clamps very effective.'

I opened my mouth to tell her that was way too much information but Eye Candy shoved the ball gag between my teeth and started to buckle it over my head.

'What-do-you-know?' Honey Pot said with a grin. 'I works!'

She gave me suddenly very stiff cock a sharp jerk and then squeezed my balls.

'Careful.' Bryony warned. 'He's been in that chastity belt for two weeks. Too much rough handling and that thing is likely to go off in your face.'

There was more giggling and I glared at Bryony from behind the straps of my bridle noticing that one of her hands was idly fingering the front of her chastity belt.

'Don't want you getting frostbite anywhere nasty.' Honey Pot said sliding a leather sheath over may shaft before strapping it around my balls to hold it in place. She gave my cock a squeeze and tugged gently to ensure it was firmly in place, jerking my balls.

I groaned. I was shivering but not entirely with cold.

'Don't think we're going to need the nipple clamps.' Honey Pot gave my balls another tug.

'Use them anyway.' Bryony said from the doorway.

I glared impotently but then had the pleasure of Eye Candy crouching in front of me and teasing my nipples; well, it was a pleasure until she clamped them.

'Uggh!' I bit on my gag as the steel jaws latched into my cold flesh but I couldn't stop my cock twitching.

'Are you sure he's not a submissive?' Eye Candy asked, clearly noticing that, despite my protestations, I appeared to be coming round to the idea of being used as a pony boy. I tried not to catch Goose's eye.

So far, despite her threat, she hadn't put the video of me playing pony on the village website.

'He has his moments.' Bryony said with a smile removing her hand from the front of her chastity belt and venturing out into the snow in her bare feet. 'But he can be very firm when he wants to be.' She crouched down in front of me, her legs spread wide and her eyes locked on mine; then she gave my leather covered cock a squeeze. 'Very firm.'

Then she stood up and turned away, scampering back indoors.

Pony boots came next and then they hauled me to my feet, supporting me as I wobbled on my toes. They felt surprisingly comfortable on my feet (or perhaps my toes were just numb with cold) but my calfs started to ache almost immediately.

'You need to do some training, Mike.' Goose said with a sly smile.

'He'll be fine once we get him between the shafts.' Honey Pot opined.

'Don't forget this.' It was Bryony's voice.

Oh shit!

I looked up to see Bryony holding her old tail.

I started to struggle but Goose lashed my bottom twice with the crop.

'Bend him forward.' Honey Pot told the other girls.

What else could I do?

'Bryony?' Honey Pot said.

My beloved once again ventured out into the snow.

'Cheer up, Master.' She slapped my bottom. 'It's the size ten and I have lubed it.'

I growled into my gag but there was nothing I could do; she placed the tip against my sphincter and pushed gently. It slid in rather easily and, I'm embarrassed to say, was quite pleasant and, of course, it wasn't the first time I'd been violated this way.

'Good boy.' Bryony clipped the tail to my harness and slapped my bottom again.

I was dragged upright.

'So, Mike.' Honey Pot stepped in front of me and held up a single sleeve. 'Having got this far, are we going for the full experience or we going to have to do this the hard way.'

'I'll be good.' I tried to say though it came out a bit like 'Ish de goo.'

'I'll be good, Mistress.' Honey Pot stared up at me impassively.

I sighed.

'Ish do goo, Msdrsh.' I managed.

'Good boy.' Honey Pot gave my nipple clamps a gentle tug and blew me a kiss.

My cock twitched again.

I made no effort to struggle as my wrists were freed from the cuffs and the sleeve slid up my arms. It was a heavy duty leather one, arms straight in the fashion of Mares; there was no way they were going to get my elbows to touch but Goose and Eye Candy made a pretty good effort, drawing my shoulders back and in the process somehow stretching my clamped nipples; then they took the straps over my shoulders and buckled them tight.

I have seen a video on the internet of a girl escaping from a single sleeve but I really couldn't imagine I was going to be able to do it.

I was helpless and inside the leather sheath, harnessed and bridled and I knew my cock was drooling with excitement.

'You've done a lovely job, girls.'

We all turned.

It was Miss Carter.

The brunette was dressed in a riding costume, white blouse, black jacket, tight black jodhpurs and knee high black boots; just this would have made her a wet dream come true for a submissive little pony boy but, on top of this her clothes were all made of soft, shiny latex, the blouse stretched across her breasts outlining the nipples with their piercing rings and the jodhpurs so tight they revealed every nuance of her sex and the lovely curve of her bottom. On her head was a riding hat and in her gloved hands was a riding crop.

I resisted the compulsion to drop to my knees and worship her although it helped that Honey Pot and Eye Candy were holding me up.

'So, Mike.' She gave me one of her enigmatic smiles, a faint curl of her perfect lips. 'Are you ready to be my stallion?'

She tapped the whip against her gloved hand.

'Yesh, Msdrsh.' I just nodded, blushing red as I realised how obediently I'd responded.

'Good boy.' She stretched out a latex covered finger and ran it over my shoulder down across my chest tracing the straps of my harness.

My cock twitched violently.

'Naughty boy.' She tapped my cock with her crop.

I'm amazed it didn't cum my load but then the straps down there were very tight.

I stood trying to calm myself, my skin glowing red; I certainly wasn't cold anymore.

Miss Carter walked around me.

'Nice.' She said as she appeared back in front of me. 'You're clearly looking after yourself as well as Bryony.'

I ventured a look at my beloved.

She was frowning a little but didn't look as if she was about to claw my eyes out.

'Any last request before we take him out for playtime?' Miss Carter addressed this towards Bryony.

'No, Miss Carter.' Bryony's voice was a little unsteady. 'But please don't damage my property.'

'You're property?' The lovely dominant arched an eyebrow.

'I'll own him soon, Mistress.' She said in a delightfully submissive tone. The stepping out once again into the snow, completely naked save for her collar and chastity belt, my bride to be slinked towards me pushing her body against mine then put her arms up around my neck, tipped back her head and kissed me lingeringly around the while gag grinding her hips against mine.

There was nothing I could do about it; I just came my load into the leather sheath.

There was a mixture of sniggering and cheering.

'Just remember which of us girls has the magic touch.' She said as she disentangled herself from me. 'PonyBoy!' Then she turned away, swaying her hips as she walked back to the doorway.

I couldn't take my eyes of her.

'Well, Mike.' Miss Carter used my bridle to pull my gaze away. 'Are you ready to be my stallion.'

'Ysh, Msdrsh.'

I glanced across at Bryony who winked and closed the door behind her.

*

They harnessed me to a field gig and I felt Miss Carter climb on board (she was a lot heavier than Maria-Argenta) and with a shake of the reins and a sharp kick to the top of my right thigh from her whip (which was a lot heavier than the ones used in polo) I was drawn back into PonyBoy experience. I jogged gently through the snow until a second shake of the reins and kiss of the whip took me to the trot. The pony boots were designed for racing and, as I gathered speed it became even easier as the springs in the boots started to give me an extra push.

Smack!

The whip stung the top of my buttocks and, just incase I hadn't understood I heard Miss Carter's voice 'Rising trot, PonyBoy!'

I began to lift my knees and the whip came again.

'Higher!'

I increased my efforts and moved my sheathed arms to protect myself but the whip stung the bottom of my back on the left.

Shit! It really hurt or maybe it was because it was cold.

We emerged on the the lane.

'Keep them up, Pony Boy.'

The whip came again.

After about thirty meters my thighs were starting to ache and as the road started to climb they really began to burn. I was very grateful when Miss Carter let me fall back into a lazy trot.

Something went passed to my right.

Eye Candy no longer wrapped in her coat and hat but running alongside me in full harness.

'Eyes front, PonyBoy!'

The whip struck the top of my buttocks.

'What do you think girls?' My driver asked. 'Shall we make him canter.'

My heart sank at the chorus of approval and I tried to anticipate the whip but felt a sharp tug on the reins. 'Steady, Boy!'

I cursed around the ballgag bit and was rewarded with a couple of sharp blows striking my lower back despite waggling my restrained arms to try to protect myself.

'And canter.'

The whip came again and I did my best to jog faster.

'Come on!'

The whip encouraged me.

'I think he needs a bit more encouragement, Miss Carter.'

'Indeed, Candy.'

Something struck me across the buttocks and glanced to my right to see a grinning Eye Candy jogging at my side brandishing a crop. I was struck again and saw Honey Pot on the other side stripped of her coat to reveal a harnesses. Others appeared, pony girls in harness all running beside me.

I'd been hooded when I'd run with the polo ponies but this time I could see everything. The unencumbered ponies ran easily with no chariot to pull except Salty Petals who was harnessed to Claire's gig. Most of them carried whips and, along with my rubber mistress, they encouraged me to run up the hill to the green; then the took me up to the tourney field. By the time we reached it, I was gasping for breath and Miss Carter gave me a few moments to recover. The girls around me laughed, teasing me and more than a few rubbed themselves against me, squeezing my cock or playing with my clamped nipples.

'Don't tire him out too much, girls.' Miss Carter said from behind me. 'I'm sure Bryony will want him on top form tonight.'

There were shrieks of laughter.

'Come on, PonyBoy...' Miss Carter said, shaking my reins. 'We have to get you round the course.'

*

CHAPTER 38: WEDDING BELLES

*

Bryony and I had a lovely wedding; most of the village were there.

After my 'stallion' experience, they'd dropped me off at Goose's where I found Justin and a couple of other mates who'd come down for the wedding. Left on her own after PLT had stayed in Argentina, Goose was happy to put them up. Justin had done his best man thing ensuring my 'suit' was ready (riding jacket, breeches and boots, of course), checking the 'rings' and getting me to the pub for a swift half before the big event.

There wasn't a harness in sight (except for the occasional strap peeking out or a breast ring exposed by the neckline of a low cut dress) among the congregation that packed into to the little church in Mars-de-Launce although the observant visitor might have noticed the rather unusual footwear sported by the village women who'd turned out in their finest.

It was different for Bryony, of course, she'd chosen to follow the village tradition of marrying in full harness and, I must say, she looked beautiful. The harness was white, naturally, leather, of course, and had been made especially by Cassie. In line with tradition, I hadn't seen it until I turned to look at her being lead down the aisle. As harnesses went, especially those worn by a racing mare like Bryony, and polo ponies for that matter, it was rather modest, we were in a church after all. Her perky little breasts were, thus, pretty well covered and her nipples discretely hidden by little leather straps that buckled across them necessitated, of course, by the presence of her now multiple nipple rings. She had briefly, considered removing her piercings but then what would her father have lead her down the aisle by? I'd suggested her arm but then realised that both of them were going to be tightly sheathed behind her back. After spending two weeks almost constantly in a polo sheath at the Hacienda, she'd told me she now found the traditional sleeve completely comfortable even when laced to bedroom tightness and I'd her in one of these; however, there she was wearing a triangular polo sleeve.

Cassie had clearly been very busy since Bryony's return.

The wedding harness even had a crotch strap which, assuming she'd shaved (which, of course, she had) was, by Bryony's standards, almost the equivalent of a pair of rather brief knickers; well, a thong, the white strap at the back all but disappeared between her perfectly toned buttocks. The harness had a very tight boned girdle that sculpted her waist beautifully (and hid her scar) and, I thought was rather reminiscent of the girdle Barbie had worn when she'd been the mascot of the Caballeras Azuls; it supported a pair of gorgeous shiny white leather thigh boots that, though in the 'pony' style, were so extreme they would be impossible to run in (I was impressed that she could walk in them) and I immediately resolved she would be wearing for me for much of the next week if not longer.

Then there was the bridle, sewn in the field style so that not only was my lovely bride lead down the aisle by her nipples teetering on a pair of impossibly heeled toe boots, she did the whole thing blindfold. The blinkers, or rather 'blinders', were pretty much the equivalent of a veil at a 'normal' wedding and would be opened at the end of the ceremony allowing me to see her face and her to see all the wedding guests. The bit would stay in place for the duration; mares don't say 'I do', they simply nod. Needless-to-say, the bridle was plumed. Her other adornment was her tail; she'd recently told me only a fourteen would do.

*

I'd fancied Bryony the moment we'd met on that coaching course and after eighteen months together, seeing her like this made me realise that my desire for her had grown with our relationship. We had both enjoyed some fun in Buenos Aires but seeing her standing at the alter in her wedding harness made me realise that, though I might enjoy a lot of fun with other ponies, there was one I would always come back to.

Her father did use her nipple rings to lead her down the aisle; drawing her by a leading rein like they used in the polo stables clipped to the small sensitive nipple rings; thinking about it, I should have realised this was more than a joke. Bryony's father might not be from the village but her mother was and, while Mrs Skinner might not have been the competitive pony her daughter was, she had a surprising amount in common with her daughter.

For a start, they both shared the same physique and red curls even if Sylvia's, were now shot through with threads of white. Sylvia had been a model too. A bit of a wild child, she had been given the pony name of 'Jailbait' by her peers on account of her rather precocious development. She'd left Mares at eighteen missing out on the pony training her parents hoped might bring her to heel and gone to America where she'd created quite a storm; appearing as a Playboy centrefold before moving on into fetish work. According to Bryony, her mother had appeared in 'Knotty' and 'Tied and Teased' and had worked for Robert Bishop (one of my bondage heroes) and Guy Strangeways who'd been more than a little interested in her knowledge of restraint and pony play. Apparently she'd been tied up by Summer Cummings and had spanked Ashley Renee.

When she'd returned to Mares, with a young American she'd met on the fetish scene in tow she was a little old for racing but had been a passable dressage mare and even won Queen of the Field.

It was little wonder Bryony grew up the way she was.

Telling my parents had been even more difficult. I had been saved the task of broaching the subject when my mum had asked Bryony about the sort of dress she was planning to wear and my beloved had produced a sketch by Cassie that would have taken pride of place on any erotic art website. My mother had looked rather shocked but my father seemed to take it in has stride and gave me one of his fatherly smiles. However, it was my mother that asked the most obvious question: How will you get the ring on?

*

By the day of the wedding, Justin, of course, was used to this sort of thing. (He had been waiting for Goose with flowers and, from his text to thank me for the tip-off a couple of days later, I guessed his chastity belt had been removed - for a day or two at least). However, glancing in the direction of my mates, seated on the 'groom's side' of the church I could seen them staring open-mouthed at my harnessed, bridled and tailed pony.

Like Justin, I'm not sure they'd believed me when I'd told them about the traditions of Mares-de-Launce; even the photos I'd shown them were viewed with suspicion and the implication that I was surfing very inappropriate websites. In the end they'd gradually come round or perhaps just didn't care once I'd introduced them to Honey Pot and Eye Candy who had been drinking in the pub when they'd arrived early the previous evening. The girls had known the lads were arriving and had dressed for the occasion; Eye Candy in electric blue rubber to match her hair this week and Honey Pot taking a leaf out of Whipped Cream's book and dressing from head to foot in tight black leather (she even had a whip in her boot and, given her usual chat-up line of 'I need a firm hand' suspected she was hoping someone would use it on her).

I'd had a quick drink with them before heading home to await Bryony's return.

.

*

After signing the register we emerged from the church to the peel of bells to find Mares-de-Launce in all it's glory; an honour guard of ponies (sorry, 'mares', I will always get that wrong) and 'knights' in full rig lining the path down to our waiting chariot or, rather, as Bryony had told me, 'troika'. They were dressed in race day, full finery; harnesses polished, manes braided with ribbons and tails combed; knights were jacketed and wore white breaches and very shiny boots; whips held at the ready.

'Fuck me!' I heard Gavin whisper behind me.

I turned and gave him a wink and couldn't resist giving my beloved a kiss (she was still bridled) if for no other reason than because of the smirk on her face; then, taking up her nipple rein, I lead her out.

We were half way down the delightful cavalry parade when it suddenly erupted, confetti exploding over our heads and hats flying to the sound of cheers and the jingling of nipple bells. We ran for the troika but there was no escape and they surrounded us as we scrambled aboard.

It was traditional for the bride to go between the shafts and the groom to drive but, with her injury, I my lovely new wife had reluctantly made other arrangements. I now fully understood why she had wanted a winter wedding though I have no idea how she knew it would snow.

There were three mares harnessed to the troika; standing poised in matching white harnesses and boots, arms sheathed, chests thrust out; wearing white plumes and white tails and each girl had a bell tied to her nipple rings with red ribbons.

Cassie stood on point with Barbie to her left and, on the right was Rubber Dolly.

'Eyesh frond, Mishder Jamesh...' Bryony nudged my cheek with hers. 'Itsh cushdomary do keep your eyesh on de lead mare when driving a troiga.'

'Really?' I asked drawing the blanket over her. 'I was thinking I might want to look at you.'

She blushed slightly and lifted her head while I removed her bit. She looked perfect in her new collar; a slim shiny band barely more than two millimeters thick and two inches high; white to match her outfit and, of course, the 'colour' of our new team.

'I'm really sorry I can't be your pony, Sir.'

After her experience as a polo pony she'd told me she'd prefer to be a pony than a mare but that was between us; Mares was a traditional village.

'I think these three make up for it.' I told her gesturing to the three lovely mares puling the troika.

'I'm not sure Cassie would agree.'

As lead bridesmaid/maid of honour it had been up to Cassie to take Bryony's place.

'She loves being in harness.' Bryony said brightly.

Cassie shifted in her boots, tossing her head. She'd not been best pleased when she'd been told she'd be running beside her mother and had moaned loud and long about it until one night in the pub Barbie had come up to her and suggested she was worried that she'd be shown up. As pony put downs go, this was one of the best I'd heard and, after a moment's shocked silence, the entire room had erupted into pales of laughter much to Cassie's humiliation.

I took up the reins and the whip. 'You do have some explaining to do.' I said.

'Really?' Bryony blushed.

'That 'stallion' thing.'

'Yes, Sir?' Bryony looked up at me with huge blue eyes. 'What about it, Sir?'

'You made that up, didn't you.'

'Actually.' Bryony said nodding in the direction of Miss Carter. 'It was her idea.'

Facing away from us, there was no way the lovely dressage mare could have known she was being accused so, when she shook her head, it was an acknowledgement of guilt.

'Really?' I hefted the whip.

'Don'd dry do dell me you didn'd love every shecond of id!' Mis Carter turned her head slightly, attempting to glance back at me.

'Did you enjoy it?' Bryony asked, slightly accusingly.

I shrugged. 'It was an experience.' It was my turn to blush.

To re-exert my authority, I shook the reins and flicked the whip at Miss Carter's lovely pale bottom.

We slid forward silently on the snow; well, not completely silent on account of the three lovely mares were all wearing nipples bells.

'So would Master like to play pony again?' Bryony nuzzled me. 'You seem to be making quite a habit of it.'

'I can't imagine why my Slave might think I enjoyed it.'

'I've seen the photos for a start and, of course, you came your load for me.' She said accusingly.

'I was under... some pressure.' I said rather defensively.

'I suppose I can be quite persuasive.' Bryony conceded. 'By the way, you're looking at her bottom again!'

I was. I was struggling to keep my eyes off her lovely pale bottom and swishing white tail and the bell I'd just noticed was tinkling between her legs, dancing from her clit piercing.

'Sorry.'

Bryony smiled. 'You know she has the same effect on me.' She whispered.

'Yes.' I nodded. Bryony had once told me she'd had a crush on her her teacher since her school days. I knew she wasn't the only girl in the village.

'I was thinking.' She said keeping her voice down. 'I might try out as a dressage pony this year.'

I smiled. 'That might be fun.'

'I've asked Miss Carter to give us, that is me, some coaching.' Then she leaned in really close. 'And if I asked nicely, she might put us both in harness, side by side.'

'I'm not sure I'm a natural pony boy.'

'Those photos tell a different story.' She said loudly. 'Rubber Dolly's right. You loved every second of it.'

'Maybe I did enjoy it a bit.' I admitted.

'So.' My lovely new wife concluded. 'Plans for our first year of marriage: one - train me as a dressage mare...'

'With a piercing?' I asked as casually as I could.

'God!' Bryony said loudly. 'I've got your collar locked around my neck! What else does a girl have to do to show her man she belongs to him?'

I tried not too look too chastened and flicked the whip at Rubber Dolly's beautiful bottom adding to the growing number of red marks that adorned it.

She's a dressage mare, she's into it.

'But, yes.' She conceded. 'If I become a dressage mare...' She raised her voice. 'I will need a clit piercing. And I'll take Cassie with me.'

'That's agreed, Mrs James.' I said kissing her and whipping Miss Carter again just for the pleasure of it (and the revenge). 'What's number two?'

'Two is we indulge in a little pony play.' She lowered her voice. 'Side by side or maybe even with a bit of role reversal.'

I smiled. The idea quite appealed to me.

'Perhaps I could race you against Justin.'

'Don't push it, Slave.' I said with another flick of the whip as we turned the corner of the green towards the Mare in Hand. 'And three?'

She leaned in really close. 'We try and lure Rubber Dolly into a threesome.'

God, I loved my new wife.

*

CHAPTER 39: WEDDING NIGHT

*

After the formality of the church, the reception quickly descended into a drunken affair.

Somewhat unusually, Bryony was very talkative, probably as a result of frequent sips of prosecco which she demanded regularly from my glass. She's hardly a heavy drinker and she'd not drunk anything for about two months with the polo training and then being injured. As usual she stuck close to my side for most of the evening, teetering on her huge heels like a stilt-walker; however, she did disappear in one occasion and I spotted her in earnest conversation with Rubber Dolly.

The brunette had slipped a long white rubber dress over her harness which was clearly visible beneath.

Even though it was my wedding night, a part of me hoped they were arranging that threesome.

As traditional, we stayed for first dance and then tried to slip away but when you're going away car is a troika pulled by three hot ponies (really, they are ponies, well, Cassie is) and you have to get them away from the bar to put them in harness (a responsibility I delegated to Justin as my best man, though I know he had a bit of help from Goose) it's hard to make a subtle exit.

When we stepped out into the snowy night, our troika was awaiting us, the three ponies standing poised and ready, their breath coming in clouds of steam. Justin very cooly passed me the reins as I helped Bryony in; then, to some drunken cheering I drove off.

It was dark and very cold, but the night was beautifully starlit; it was romantic and very kinky at the same time; nothing but the stillness of the snow, the ghostly outlines of the ponies with their swishing white tails and the jingling of nipple bells until we entered the stableyard at the farm and the security light came on revealing the three dressage mares in their full glory trotting in time.

I drew them to a halt and climbed down before helping Bryony out of her seat. The three mares stood patiently waiting for Goose to come and collect them, breath pouring from their mouths and nostrils in steaming clouds. I hoped Goose wouldn't be too long, it was cold enough fully dressed although, of course I hadn't just pulled a sled through the snow.

As I passed Rubber Dolly, I couldn't resist given her a slap on the bottom.

'It is our wedding night, Master.' Bryony said with what I hoped was mock exasperation. 'You could try and keep your hands off the slutty dressage mares.'

I saw Cassie turn and glance at her.

'I think your being a little harsh, darling.'

'They're all sluts and they know it.' Bryony said in a surprisingly challenging way and I realised she was more than a little drunk. Look at them.' She said staggering slightly. 'They're panting like bitches on heat.'

I pointed out they'd been running.

'And their nipples are sticking out like bullets.' Is she wasn't restrained, she'd have been gesturing wildly.

'It is cold.' I said trying to catch hold of her bridle and replace the bit.

'Put your hand between their legs.' Bryony said stepping awat indicating that she might do it if she wasn't restrained.

'Darling, I hardly think...'

'Go on.' She nodded towards Rubber Dolly. 'Grope the slutty brunette.'

I did.

She was soaking and, when I felt her, made a noise that was more cat-like than pony. I didn't check the other two.

'Will you stop touching those sluts and take me to bed!' My new wife implored in a very unladylike and, indeed, unsubmissive way.

Fortunately, at that moment Goose appeared with Justin, both suitably wrapped up in warm coats. Goose looked particularly fetching in fake furs that gave her the appearance of a Russian aristocrat; she took the reins from me and climbed into the troika.

'Come along, LoverBoy!' She patted the seat beside her. 'If you're good I'll let you drive.'

Justin shook hands with me, awkwardly hugged a shivering Bryony and leapt in beside Goose.

*

'You can be a very naughty boy.' Bryony admonished, clearly still in the same frame of mind as I unlocked to kitchen door. 'You're going to need to be kept on a tight leash now we're married; and restrained to stop those hands wandering.' She leant against me.

'That's a bold claim for a slave.' I told her.

It was, especially for one who was tightly harnessed and restrained with a bit hanging from her bridle that was just crying out to be put in its proper place.

I suppose I should have put her over my knee and spanked her but I was quite enjoying the sight of my lovely new wife once again disinhibited. She'd been right, she looked beautiful in the collar.

It was way better than a ring (although there was a gold one clipped to one of her nipple rings that I could put on her finger later).

'I know your little secret, Master.' She said with a giggle, her teeth chattering.

'I'm beginning to wish I'd sold you.' I told her.

'You won't when we get to the bedroom.' She laughed, staggering slightly in her huge heels.

'I was expecting the kitchen table for starters.' I told her.

'I will be more fun in the bedroom.' She promised.

I had to agree.

I scooped her up into my arms; her skin was chilly and her lips cold when I kissed them.

*

Naturally, I carried her across the threshold. It was a close thing but I managed to get her past the kitchen table and up the stairs to the bedroom where I set her down.

'You'd better chain me up.' She said nearly falling over. 'Otherwise I might run away.'

In her state, she'd be lucky to make it down the stairs in those heels.

'I thought I was the one that needed to be kept on a leash.' I reminded her.

'We can do that later.' She said, lifting her head so I could clip the chain from the bed to the ring of her new collar.

'You've no idea how horny that makes me.' She said making chain rattle. 'But you'll have to do the rest she said.' Making a show of her sheathed arms.

'I think I can manage.' I said, reaching to undo her crotch strap.

'I had hoped for a little foreplay.' She chided shaking her chest again.

I undid the straps over her nipples and teased them, brushing the Morrisey rings aside. They were still intensely sensitive even though it was over a month since her new piercings and her little buds responded instantly.

'Better.'

I kissed her, pulling her lovely slim and tightly restrained body against me.

'Much better.'

My hands slid down to her bottom and I lifted her up allowing her to wrap her booted legs around my body.

'Now can we go to bed?' I teased.

'You can be very pushy sometimes, Master.'

She kissed me again and then I dumped her on the bed but as I pulled my shirt off and climbed up beside her, she rolled away.

I wouldn't have thought it would be quite so hard to pin down a pony in toe boots and a pony sleeve.

'I was just thinking...' She said, sitting up on the bed and pulling her legs up in a delightfully coy pose.

I stood and finished getting undressed.

'... about that role reversal...'

'Tomorrow.' I told her. 'Or maybe next week.' She was helpless and, while a little submission might be fun, tonight I wanted to enjoy my new wife in her natural helpless and submissive state.

'We could start it tonight.' She said suggestively, giving me the big blue eye treatment. 'Master.'

'You're already beautifully restrained.' I said. 'It seems a shame to spoil that.'

'Oh, I'm not going to change that.' She said. 'A girl only gets to wear her wedding outfit once.'

'I think I might ask you to wear it again.' I said looking at her lovely restrained body. 'Especially those boots.'

'Why don't you examine them a little more closely.' She said, sliding her right foot towards me. 'You can lick them if that's what turns you on.'

'Maybe later.' I smiled, brushing her foot aside and clambering over the bed towards her.

She wriggled backwards away from me.

Considering she was chained to the bed and had her arms tightly restrained behind her back, she was surprisingly agile.

'Wait!' She said.

She was backed up against the headboard with me kneeling between her legs.

'Since you are on your knees...' She said with a coy smile. 'And it is our wedding night. The least you can do is go down on me.'

I grinned. She'd clearly thought this out and I was willing to play along. I could punish her tomorrow.

'If mistress says so.' I said with a grin, undoing her crotch strap and bending to push my tongue between her legs.

'Slow down!' She said pushing at me with her legs. 'If we're going to do this, I want to do it properly.'

I slid off the bed onto my knees and she stood up, pushing her sex into my face.

I grasped her thighs and thrust my tongue between her legs.

'Oh, good boy.'

'Thang you, Mithdreth.' I said ironically with my tongue in her pussy.

'Don't mention it, Slave.' She said in an amused tone. 'And while you're down there, would you mind removing my tail.'

'Of coursh, Mithdreth.' I fumbled behind her, my tongue still exploring her slit, and undid the clip on her tail, pulled, felt a pop and then another.

I couldn't resist looking.

'I know how much you like anal beads.' She said with a laugh. 'Cassie leant them to me.'

'Cassie...?'

'Tongue, Slave.'

'Yes, Mistress.' I pushed my tongue inside her again and gently pulled on the beads.

She came remarkably quickly.

***

'My turn now.' I said as her orgasm subsided. 'If 'Mistress' doesn't object.'

'If you insist, Slave.' She said imperiously then added. 'But could you finish those beads off first?'

She climaxed again as I removed the last few beads.

'Good boy.' She said with a smile. 'I might keep you.'

'Mistress is too kind.' I grinned up at her, the taste of her still salty on my tongue. 'Is there anything else Mistress desires?'

She looked down at me as if pondering. She clearly had something else planned.

'Well, if you're offering.' She said. 'I would like to see what you look like chained to my bed.'

I grasped the chain dangling from her collar.

'Not that one.' She gestured with her head. 'Those.'

'I thought they were for you.' I told her. 'To prepare yourself for Master.'

'They'll fit you.' She said with a triumphant smile.

I suppose I should have said 'no' and taken back the dominant role but instead I climbed on the bed and spread my legs cuffing my ankles apart and then lying back to find the handcuffs at the top the bed. I'd watched Bryony prepare herself for me like this on my phone a couple of times (after making sure I wasn't going to be too long).

'Any idea how we get out?' I asked.

'I'm sure we'll figure a way. The keys are in the bedside drawer and, assuming you can get my boots off, I'm pretty good with my toes.'

I thought it might be fun.

'Wait!' She said again.

I paused about to shut the cuffs round my wrist.

'I want you gagged.'

'It won't be much fun for you.' I told her.

She looked at the bedside table. There was a ring gag lying on it.

'And don't forget about me.' She said with an arch of her eyebrow.

I picked up the ring gag and pushed it into my mouth then buckled the strap behind my head.

'You're drooling already.' She chided.

'Ushd oben ub!' I told her.

She obeyed and I pushed her bit back into her mouth then secured the clip to her bridle.

I do love gagging Bryony, there's something deliciously sensual about it. Doing it while wearing a gag myself was a delicious new experience.

She pressed her mouth to mine.

That was even more delicious.

'O on en!' She urged pushing my back with her body and looking at the handcuffs on the pillow.

'U shur?' I was slightly anxious but she'd obviously been planning this.

'Ed on wij id!'

I lay back and locked my wrists in place fixing me to the bed.

'Cood boy.' She bent and rubbed her gagged mouth against mine then nuzzled against my neck, rubbing her body against my chest.

There was nothing I could do but lie back and enjoy it.

In fact, we both enjoyed it, both helpless and gagged and incredibly turned on. It's amazing how resourceful one can be when helpless in bondage and when you are as comfortable in it as Bryony there is very little you can't accomplish. She thus giggled as she presented her nipples to my gagged mouth to lick and then straddled me so I could once again lick her pussy.

'Sdill wand do piersh me?' She asked after her third climax of the night.

'Uck, yezh.'

Then she slid down over my cock and used me like the sex toy she'd turned me into giving me one of the best orgasms I've ever had, riding me slowly, easing her pussy up and down my shaft and teasingly me until I begged. There is something intoxicating about cumming in bondage. She came shortly after me and then lay beside me, nuzzling me and rubbing my cock with her booted thigh.

*

CHAPTER 40: AN INTRODUCTION TO MARRIED LIFE

*

I woke to find myself still chained to the bed.

'Michael. This is a pleasant surprise.'

I opened my eyes to find Rubber Dolly looking down at me.

I struggled.

'Oh, please, Michael. Don't get up on my account.' Her face broke into one of her enchanting smiles.

'Ish, Carder.' I was still gagged and my mouth was dry.

'That's 'Mistress' to you, Slave. I thought you'd have known that.' She said with that same smile. 'But you'll learn that in time.' Her fingers ran over my chest, teasing my nipple.

She was wearing a charcoal grey skirt suit and white blouse, glasses too and stockings; heels too I suspected. She looked every inch the perfect school teacher except that her clothes were entirely made of shiny rubber.

'And where is the lovely Bryony.'

Bryony's head appeared above the foot of the bed, her eyes slightly glazed with sleep, hair tousled; she still had the bit in her mouth there was drool on her chin.

Miss Carter looked her over.

'How delightful.' Miss Carter smiled. 'The collared slavegirl is already in harness.' She looked back at me. 'Which means, when we're ready for our morning run, I'll just have one pony to harness.'

'Wad?' I looked up at her over my gag.

'My wedding gift to the two of you.' Miss Carter smiled. 'Six months as my personal slaves.' She winked. 'Actually it will be nearly seven by Mare's day.'

She lifted her hand to show me what she was holding.

A collar, white enamel like Bryony's only bigger.

'No!'

Miss Carter frowned. 'Slaves must learn to do as they are told.' She admonished. 'Besides how will everyone know you are my property if you're not wearing a collar like Sticky here.'

She reached down and slid the metal round my neck. I could have made it difficult but there wasn't very much else I could do, stretched out on the bed. The collar was a snug fit and locked round my neck with an ominous click. I shuddered as it closed, aware that my cock was standing rigidly to attention.

'Perfect.' She said in her low, sultry voice looking at me with her lovely grey eyes, beautiful, hypnotising. 'What do you say?'

'Shangs yu, Misdresh.'

'Good boy.' She smiled radiently. 'Sticky.' She said using Bryony's pony name. 'Come here.'

'Esh, Mizhdrzh.' Bryony crawled forward on her knees. Despite just being roused from sleep, she looked gorgeous in her tight white harness and the pony sleeve, the chain to the bed was still fastened to her collar.

'Shall we have a bit of fun with PonyBoy here?'

Bryony looked at me with mischief in her eyes. 'Yezh, Mizhdrzh.'

'I hoped you'd say that.' Miss Carter climbed up onto the bed and straddled my twitching cock. Then, lifting the hem of her rubber skirt, she slid down onto it easily.

Even with my beautiful new wife in the room, I couldn't hold back the gasp of pleasure.

'Come on Sticky. You too.'

Bryony climbed up onto my chest looking down at me and Miss Carter slid her hands round her waist and onto her nipples, teasing them gently. Bryony moaned in to her gag. I moaned too as Miss Carter squeezed my cock with her pelvic muscles.

'Why don't you slide forward, Sticky.' Miss Carter said softly. 'This seat's taken but there's one at the front.'

Bryony wriggled forward sitting her pussy over her my mouth.

'Come along, Michael.' Miss Carter said, squeezing me again. 'She didn't use a ring gag for the aesthetics. No slacking.'

I pushed my tongue into Bryony's pussy tasting warmth and salt and probably my cum from the previous night; she moaned softly like a good girl should.

Miss Carter murmured approvingly and gave me another squeeze.

'I like a good ride in the morning so I was delighted when Bryony invited me to train the pair of you.' She slid up and down my cock, her hands still on Bryony's nipples. 'But I didn't think the two weeks she suggested was nearly enough.' She moved again and squeezed, holding me on the very edge of climax with just her internal muscles. 'And with the couples race in Hamburg in three months I thought I'd enter the pair of you. I'm sure I can get the two you up to fitness by then and then I've still got four months to turn Bryony here into the perfect dressage mare.'

She shifted slightly and my cock spasmed but she didn't let me cum.

'Of course, we'll have to find something for you to do while I'm training her; we can't just have you sitting in the chariot.'

She squeezed again.

I looked up at Bryony. My tongue was buried inside her but I could see up between her thighs, see Miss... Mistress Carter's hands on her breasts playing with the piercings. My new bride was blushing furiously. If I was in any position to do anything, I would have punished her severely. As it was, however, I was chained to her bed enjoying a threesome with my beautiful wife and our new mistress.

What else could I do but lie back and thrust my tongue deeper into Bryony's hot, wet pussy and hope Mistress Carter let me cum soon?

END

Bryony and Mike will return in 'The Pony Couples' Race'.