The Pony Couples' Race (Part 1)

CHAPTER 1: PONYBOY

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The stream at the bottom of the path leading up to the moor was chill but Bryony and I were both hot, sweating hard in our harnesses as we plunged onto the fast flowing water making it splash over our naked skin. It was spring and the rain on the moor had raised the water level so it came up to our knees making it hard to wade through and the hooves of my pony boots sunk into the soft mud of the streambed as we crossed it pulling the chariot to which we were harnessed.

At least the thigh high pony boots kept my feet dry.

As we started on the hill ahead, dragging the chariot free of the water, I felt Bryony pull slightly ahead and knew what was coming; a moment later I felt the sting of the whip on my buttocks and redoubled my effort. It wasn't enough, the whip came again... and kept coming.

'I warned you PonyBoy!' Rubber Dolly shouted as she struck me again. 'Slack at the bottom and you get whipped all the way to the top.'

I grunted into my bridle and willed my tired legs to a faster pace. It was our fourth run of the morning.

*

It takes nearly ten minutes to climb from the stream to the moor and Rubber Dolly whipped me all the way so that by the time we reached the top of the hill my buttocks were burning almost as much as my chest and the muscles in my legs but it wan't quite over; there was still the obligatory final sprint; at least she divided the whip equally between us for that part forcing us to full gallop despite our exhaustion and then reining us in just before the end of the path.

Bryony and I stood gasping, sweat dripping from us, lungs burning as we sucked air in around our bits.

'Not bad.' Rubber Dolly said as she climbed down from the chariot and walked round to stand in front of us, patting my smarting bottom gently as she passed.

As usual our Mistress was dressed in tight rubber, this morning a figure hugging white rubber blouse that seemed moulded to her skin, clinging beautifully to her lovely firm breasts and outlining every detail of her stiffly erect nipples with their dressage piercings; her black rubber 'jodhpurs' also seemed moulded to her bottom and thighs like a second skin before disappearing into the shiny black riding boots that Bryony and I had spent the previous evening polishing.

She stood facing us and I watched her stretch, lifting the whip above her head, in a move that was clearly designed to display her lovely rubber clad body to her adoring slaves. Then she turned away and bent forward stretching down to her toes, legs spread, showing off the beautiful shiny curve of her bottom and displaying her rubber covered sex in anatomical detail along with her clitoral and multiple labial piercings.

My cock twitched in it's tight restraints.

Beyond Mistress, the moor stretched out to the sea, a rippled grey with sunlight shining on wave crests and bursts of white where waves broke in the wind. The sky above was grey, with white clouds whipped along in the wind.

'Beautiful view.' Mistress said straightening up and turning to face us.

*

She was beautiful, our mistress, the erstwhile dressage mare, Rubber Dolly or 'Miss Carter' as Bryony had once called her when she'd been the village schoolteacher. She had dark thick hair to her shoulders, pale skin, a straight broad nose and full lips always on the edge of a smile; but it was her eyes that held my attention; storm grey like the sky.

Well, her eyes and her rubber clad body.

Bryony and I stood before her, harnessed side by side to the double chariot; both bridled and shod in pony boots; otherwise naked save the heavy training harnesses strapped tightly to our bodies and polo pony sheaths that restrained our arms folded behind our backs, mitted hands fastened to opposite shoulders; a legacy of our visit to Argentina. And, of course, we wore our collars too; the slim metal bands locked around our necks, signs of our subjugation, our slavery to the goddess who was our rubber mistress.

We were hardly a matching pair, of course; Bryony (or 'Sticky Fingers' to use her pony name) a little over five feet even in her pony boots, pert and red headed; me (currently referred to as 'Ponyboy') nearly six feet tall, muscular and dark haired; this was apart from the obvious difference: as far as I knew, it was the first time a male and female pair had been trained in Mares-de-Launce.

The clue's in the name; in Mares, ponies are called 'mares'. I should probably also clarify that those who sit in the 'chariots' holding the reins and wielding the whip to drive the mares are called 'knights'. (It's a long story involving a knight of the round table and a village maiden and allegedly, the village name means 'Mares of the Lance').

There were, for the pony play aficionados reading this, important differences in our harnesses: they were both training harnesses with padded shoulder straps but where the broad leather straps ran down from our shoulders to our 'girdles', Bryony's had rings for her breasts; hers didn't have a crotch strap either; below, the thick leather girdle was stabilised with thigh straps that I thought looked rather like suspenders and stocking tops; mine didn't have breast rings although there were rings at the level of my nipples, joined by a horizontal strap around my chest; below my 'girdle' I did have a crotch strap and a ring for my cock and balls which were pulled through it and strapped tightly, vertically to the thick leather strap; openly displayed. Bryony ran with a bare sex (a common arrangement for racing mares to reduce chaffing) so, I suppose, it was only fair that my cock was on display too; below my tightly strapped shaft my balls were also strapped down too, equally visible (and vulnerable) in an arrangement I can only describe as 'spatchcocked'.

We were both wearing tails; like every good pony's, mounted on butt plugs; Bryony's was made from her own hair, relatively new; a size fourteen now to allow for the way her sphincter had been stretched by rather more frequent use recently; mine was on loan from our mistress and, mercifully only a size ten even if, the first few times I had worn it, it had felt like a beer bottle being shoved inside me.

We were, naturally, bridled too; there was no real difference in these; a complex mass of leather straps tightened to hold our blinkers in place and keep the rubber coated bits firmly between our teeth. Mercifully, for the time at least, we were being run with bit reins despite the complex collection of ironmongery piercing my fellow pony's nipples.

*

Toying with the coils of her whip our enigmatic mistress came towards us.

'Sticky!' She looked at Bryony addressing her by her pony name. 'You really are getting back into shape'

Turning my head slightly, I saw my fellow pony and new wife nod slightly but, like me she had a bit between her teeth and had not been given permission to speak.

Mistress reached out and hooked a gloved finger into one Sticky's multiple nipple rings, drawing her forwards.

Their lips met in a full on kiss that was, from my point of view unnecessarily long and passionate and would, if my lovely wife had not been bridled probably have been deep and involved tongues. I tried not to stare but the site of my rubber mistress kissing my tightly restrained wife was impossible to ignore.

My cock strained against in its restraints. I seemed to have a constant erection these days which, considering I was being kept as a slave and pony alongside my beautiful wife by a dominatrix who had a thing for rubber and pony play was, perhaps, not entirely surprising.

'Such a good girl.' Mistress murmured as their lips parted.

She turned her attention to me.

'Eyes front, PonyBoy.' She said taking my reins and drawing my head straight. 'Unless you want me to use the blinders.'

She held my reins close to my bit to better control me, holding my head and stepping across to stand in front of me, staring into my eyes.

God, those grey eyes really were beautiful.

Her hand cupped my balls and squeezed gently. My balls spasmed slightly.

'You're not doing too badly either.'

I swallowed and nodded slightly.

'Given a year or two, I think I could whip you into shape.' She squeezed my balls again and I saw a familiar smile creep onto her face. 'Are you ready to be a proper pony yet?'

Her lips were very close to mine; I could feel the warmth of her breath on my face; her other hand was still gently squeezing my balls. One kiss and I knew she would make me agree to anything.

I looked down as she bent to touch her lips to my nipples, kissing each of them gently, the tip of her tongue flicking out to tease them.

Mistress raised the suggestion of having me pierced on a daily basis now. I knew Bryony was keen too, reminding me of the 'delightful' stimulation of being driven by nipple reins. I wasn't sure it worked quite the same way for men and, as I didn't know any other ponyboys, I had nobody to ask.

'I have your bells in the chariot.' Mistress said, straightening up.

I groaned inwardly.

To encourage me to yield, she had started to clamp bells to my nipples when we were training telling me that piercing rings would be a lot less painful once I got used to them. I remained unconvinced even if, after a day between the shafts with nipple bells, my nipples were usually raw.

'Perhaps we could do it this weekend.' She rubbed herself against my straining cock then she let go of my reins and walked back to the chariot.

I glanced round to see Bryony staring at me so I fixed my eyes on the horizon watching the sea as Mistress climbed aboard the chariot.

Mercifully, she didn't return with the clamps.

'One more run this morning.' She said casually, flicking the whip to catch the back of my thigh and pulling on the reins to turn us. 'Then you we can do circuits this afternoon.'

I groaned again.

'Let's gallop back shall we?'

The whip struck my buttocks and I broke into a run.

At least, after two months of training I was definitely getting fitter.

*

CHAPTER 2: STABLED FOR THE NIGHT

*

When we'd finished our afternoon circuits, Mistress led us in the stable, a sure sign that we were going to spend the night there.

Being stabled isn't as bad as you might imagine, especially when you have a pert little fellow pony to snuggle up to although Bryony does have a habit of rolling over in the night, no matter how tightly restrained she is and taking the blanket with her.

'So how are you feeling, PonyBoy?' My lovely wife asked as she knelt beside me and pressed her thigh and shoulder against mine.

Mistress had left us chained together by our collars, linked through a ring in the floor of the stable. The collars were the white enamel and matching from our wedding. I'd collared Bryony when I'd married her and then Mistress had collared me a part of her unusual wedding gift and they had remained locked securely in place since. After a day in polo sleeves, we were both restrained now in standard single sleeves, something I was becoming quite used to and even enjoying though I was aware that mine was considerably less tight than Bryony's. Despite this it was perfectly secure.

I have seen videos on the internet of girls escaping from single sleeves, usually by managing to dislodge one of the shoulder straps and wriggle an arm out. Our sleeves were the ones with straps crossing our shoulders and chests making that impossible; Mistress had also taken the trouble to padlock the straps and the zips of the sleeves themselves making escape impossible even if we weren't perfectly obedient little subs who wouldn't dream of slipping out of bondage and sneaking off to the pub for the evening.

Why would we even consider escape when our loving mistress appeared a few minutes later carrying bowls of food for us to crouch over in our bondage, eating like the happy little pets we were and then licking each other clean afterwards.

One or other of us was frequently asked to lick mistress 'clean' too but this evening, when Mistress appeared carrying our food she was wearing her tight white rubber dress and heels, a sure sign that she was abandoning her doting pets for the evening. Nevertheless, she stayed to watch us eat then kissed us both good night and took herself out for the night leaving the two of us chained together naked and, as always, very horny.

It's amazing how being kept naked and in almost constant bondage alongside a sexy redhead by a beautiful woman who likes to dress in rubber will keep you randy. As Mistress' footsteps faded, I looked at Bryony and saw that saucy expression which I knew meant a night of unbridled, if not unrestrained, lust. She looked utterly gorgeous kneeling there beside me tightly restrained and collared, her red hair unruly with a very cheeky grin on her face not to mention the remains of her meal spread liberally over her chin and cheeks. She has a pale freckled complexion which I know some men don't like and, much as I love her, she's not a well endowed lass even if, thanks to her multiple piercings she has very sensitive nipples but to me she is as close to perfection as I am ever likely to find and there is something intensely arousing about pressing myself against that supremely fit and usually tightly restrained body.

Seeing her like this was almost enough to make me glad that I had given up the role of master to join her in submission.

'I see Sir is still enjoying his wedding gift.' She said looking down at my rampant cock released from the restraints in which it was now kept during the day as we trained.

Despite relinquishing my role as her master, she still liked to call me 'Sir' though the irony in her voice was hard to miss.

*

It began as usual, licking each other clean which rapidly became kissing which inevitably lead to tongues.

'Do you think, Mistress will come back tonight.' Bryony said as she ate my face.

'I think we're ok.' I said. 'The worst that will happen if we get caught fucking is that we'll be punished.'

I felt her smile.

'You're becoming a very naughty sub.' She said with a smirk.

'Mistress's punishments are sometimes quite fun.' I told her bending to lick a bit of sauce from her right breast.

'But it was so unfair the way she punished me last time.' Bryony said pushing her chest forwards. 'It was clearly your fault we got caught and I was the one who got staked out in the yard for half the night while she took you inside for a gentle spanking.'

'It wasn't gentle.' I told her. 'You saw the marks and you were only there for hours.'

'It was bloody freezing.' She protested. 'You saw how wet I was when you and Mistress realised finally it was raining.'

To be fair to her it was April and I had distracted Mistress quite effectively for most of those three hours; Bryony had been a sad sight, lying on her back on the cobbles of the yard, arms and legs stretched wide, shivering violently.

'I warmed you up.' I reminded her.

'Just shut up and kiss my nipples.' She said. 'Sir!'

I moved down.

Bryony has interesting nipples or, more accurately, interesting adornments on her nipples. Like many (serious) racing mares in Mares, she has a set of Morrisey piercings, thick heavy rings set very firmly and vertically at the very edges of her areolae that take a nipple bridle. She has also recently acquired three more on each side as a result of our foray into pony girl polo; these consist of two large rings, one on each side of her nipple set into the areola, one of which supports the reins while the other is used to tension the breasts and sometimes for leading a girl; the third ring on each side is a small one in the nipple itself; it is designed to keep the nipple highly sensitive and, in harness, it linked to the outside ring the effect of which is to turn a jerk on the reins into a more gentle but equally clear tug on the nipple thereby increasing the control a player has over his or her pony. (There is, as you might imagine, a lot of turning in pony-girl polo and a girl has to respond immediately to her player's directions).

Although we've dabbled in polo, Bryony is essentially a racing mare and had only had the polo piercings a few months (a sort of souvenir from her time in the stable) and they were still very sensitive meaning she squealed with delight when I played with them and kissed them.

After a day in harness, she was salty and tasted of sweat. Like many redheads, she has a unique sharp scent that because I now associate it with sex never fails to excite me. I thus thoroughly enjoyed running my tongue over her squirming body.

When the giggling had finally subsided, Bryony lay back with her legs folded under her and her knees spread wide and I began to move down her body lapping at her navel (which drives her crazy) and then nibbling at the stubble that was growing back in her lovely pubic bush.

'Someone needs a shave.' I said.

'Yes, we do don't we.' She said squirming. She wasn't the only one with several days growth but she had always assured me that having bristles rubbed over her breasts and sex was quite enjoyable. 'I might also remind you that Sir also needs to man up and get his nipples done. I didn't go through the whole piercing thing so I could run through the streets with nothing but bells on my nipples.'

'It's always about my nipples.' I moaned as I began to lap at her pussy.

'You didn't complain when I was having mine done.' She told me. 'Perhaps you could have a cock ring to help keep that thing under control.'

The force of her argument was weakened by virtue of a sudden gasp as I raked my tongue over her pussy.

'Those sessions with Mistress are paying off.' She said in an unsteady voice arching her hips up.

'Worth getting staked out in the yard for?' I asked.

'Shut up and lick, PonyBoy.' She moaned again, starting to pant. 'Oh, good boy.'

I knelt toying with her labia for a few moments enjoying the pleasure I was giving her. I desperately wanted to ram my cock inside her or, in fact, inside anything but I managed to keep going.

'Oh, god!' She gasped. 'So you admit now it wasn't just a spanking she took you inside for?' Bryony is never one to give up on an argument.

'She may have extracted other punishments.'

'Like strapping you down and making you lick her out!' She said accusingly.

'She might have made me do that too.'

'You are a tart.' She said, stilling for a moment and biting her lip in that pre-cum way that says she's about to go over the edge. 'Oh, fuck!'

She let out a long low howl as I felt her pussy flood.

'Bastard.' She said gasping. 'That was your fault.'

'It wasn't you fantasising about your husband going down on our hot rubber mistress then?' I said wishing for a moment I had the option of putting her over my knee and giving her a good spanking for cumming so quickly but then we sometimes have to make choices in life.

'A little fantasising might have happened too.' She shook the hair from her eyes and lay panting gently her body warm and flushed and radiating the scent of sex.

*

I lay with my head on her thigh for some time, my lips gently caressing her clit in a way I know she likes, hearing her breathing settle as she drifted off to sleep. Hot and horny we might be, but a full day's pony training is tiring and we slept well every night despite the bondage in which we were being kept. It wasn't always as strict as the single sleeves, Mistress sometimes used cuffs and collars; we had a set each to match our collars; padded lockable cuffs that Mistress had had made to measure. We wore them mostly when Mistress took us unto the house, usually crawling on all fours with about a foot of chain between our wrists and our ankles. Sometimes, though, she used them to confine us more strictly looping the chains of the ankle and wrist cuffs though each other so one of both of us was in a loose but disabling hogtie and sometimes pulling the wrist chain up to the back of our collars so our elbows were forced out and the collars pressed against our throats. Sometimes our chains would be linked together forcing us to spend the night in a delicious tangle of limbs. I think I liked this arrangement most and really didn't mind if we were both 'heads up' or one of us was 'head down'; both made for an interesting time and there is something rather beautiful about sleeping with your head nestled between your wife's thighs. Occasionally one of us would be more securely restrained than the other; usually this happened when one of us had performed poorly in the day or broken one of Mistress' rules; although of course, the other could always try and make the punishment more bearable.

'I suppose you want me to return the favour?' She said suddenly stirring.

'I was thinking you might like to kneel up for me.' I said.

'Is anal all you ever think about?' She said lifting her head and frowning at me in the encroaching darkness.

'I didn't say I wanted anal.' I said defensively. 'If you kneel up I don't have to lie on you.'

The floor of the stable was concrete and the blankets mistress gave us were not much padding to lie on especially when I couldn't use my arms to hold myself up.

'Alright. I suppose we should take advantage of the situation.' She rolled to the side lifting her leg over my head and pulled her knees under her. If I hadn't been restrained I'd have slapped her lovely bottom.

'This doesn't feel very dignified you know.' She said as I crawled up behind her.

'That's part of the fun.' I told her, my erection bouncing on her bottom.

'I said no to anal.' She said.

'You used to be a lot more submissive.' I told her.

'I am submissive.' She retorted. 'But you're a slave like me for the moment and that means I don't have to suck you off of take it up the arse every time you fancy it.'

This was a little harsh. I'd hardly been brutally dominant. In truth, I probably hadn't been dominant enough for her.

She said giggling as the tip of my cock slid across her pussy. 'Do you need a hand back there?'

'I've got it covered.' I told her but she lowered her arms anyway and somehow, despite the fact her hands were sheathed and she was facing the other way, managed to guide my cock into her pussy.

'You know they say a piercing in the tip is a real turn on for a girl.' She said pushing back and impaling herself on me with a squelching sound.

'No.' I said.

'Sure?' She squeezed me delightfully. 'Put a girl in the right mood and she'll do anything for a bit of cock.' She squeezed again and pushed her bottom back sliding along my shaft.

'Oh!'

'Say you'll get pierced and I'll show you what I can really do.' She slid back and forth on my shaft squeezing me gently. She'd clearly been doing her pelvic floor exercises.

'I already know what you can really do.' I said, trying not to let my resolve weaken. I know how vulnerable a guy on the edge of climax is.

'Are you going to stay up there pontificating all night?' She asked. 'I need a bit of attention too.'

One of the joys of this position is, in my view, the opportunity to play with a girl's breasts but, of course, with my arms sheathed I couldn't do this. I knew what she wanted though and leaned forward pushing her arms to the side, resting my chest on her back and nibbling at her shoulder and the side of her neck.

'Much better.' She squeezed again. 'A girl could get to like this sort of attention.'

'Reminiscent of our kitchen table fucks.' I said pushing deeper inside her.

'Uhu!' She nodded. 'Though we did them the other way round too.'

'I remember.' The first time we had sex, she was sitting on the edge of the kitchen table having just shown me her piercings (just the one set at the time) and I lifted her up and carried her on my cock with her legs wrapped round me body. That had happened a few times but we also liked it this way round with her bent over, especially after training when we were hot and horny and the stairs seemed too much of a challenge.

I reached my full depth, my balls knocking against her clit.

'Ohh! Get you big boy.'

I pulled back and thrust again lifting my head as I did so.

'More kissing.' She tilted her head to expose her neck. 'More nibbling too.'

'Mistress will notice if I give you a love bite.' I warned.

'Let the slut know what she's missed.'

I nibbled at her neck and she squirmed deliciously underneath me.

Under this stimulation, I wasn't going to last long and I soon found myself pumping harder into her.

'Ohh!' She was clearly doing the lip thing.

I held on for a long as I could but in the end in just had to let it all go, pumping in and out of her as she rammed herself back against my balls until I spurted inside her, my cock spasming and sending her over the edge for a second time. Then I lay slumped over her back with my cock still buried inside her, both of us panting hard.

'You've go no stamina.' She said.

'I think I've got enough.' I told her.

'Can you go again?'

'When I get my breath back.' I slid out of her and we lay down beside each other, arms still secure behind our backs. She still looked magnificent, flushed and tousled and now she smelt even more of sex.

*

We did manage it once more that night, both waking under the blanket, our captive bodies pressed together. It was almost unspoken; she parted her thighs and my cock, stiffening instantly, just slid inside her. I kissed her gently, my teeth pulling on her lip and she pressed her breasts against my body.

It took a while in this position, our legs entwined, hips rocking and thrusting and I thought we wouldn't make it but as I eased back I heard 'Don't you fucking think about giving up... Sir!'

'Yes, Mistress.' I said kissing her.

'You know, when this race is over, I might just keep you on.'

'Mistress is too generous.' I thrust in hard.

'Shut up and fuck me, Slave.'

*

CHAPTER 3: HOUSE SLAVES

*

Mistress found us pressed together and, even if Bryony hadn't had a love bite on her neck, she must have known what we'd been up to. However, she just gently roused us with a kick of her riding boots and gave us water bowls. She was smiling and I guessed she'd got some action too though I had no idea who with and it is not Slave's place to ask. Then she freed our arms, gave us time to ablute and, an hour later we were back in full harness heading up towards the moor.

As usual she trained us hard and then, after training, Mistress' pets were allowed in the house. Having spent almost a week in the stables, we both badly needed a shower if nothing else despite our regular splashes through the icy stream. So, after another hard day between the shafts (or, if you are being pedantic, on either side of it) she'd removed our harnesses, locked us in our cuffs and, with leads clipped to our collars, we'd crawled naked across the yard into the kitchen at her feet. Naturally, being the gentleman I am, I let Bryony go through the door ahead of me giving me a wonderful view of her pert little bottom and lovely pink sex and the opportunity to watch as she rubbed her sleek little body up against Mistress' riding boot. It was a considerable freedom after a couple of days to merely have our wrists and ankles linked by chains about a foot long.

Sadly, Mistress then added another level of bondage.

Once in the kitchen, she put us both into chastity.

Pony girls can be, and frequently are, kept in chastity long term and Bryony has a light very flexible metal plated belt that she 'likes' to wear when gearing up for an event. There is good evidence that abstaining the night before a race is a sensible practice for athletes and some do it for longer periods before a key event. It was about six weeks to the couple's event so I was not pleased to see it emerge and watch our sultry mistress lock my wife away from use. I was even less pleased when she produced one for me which looked even fiercer than the one Bryony expected me to wear and essentially consisted of a ring locked around the base of my cock and another around my balls and then a strap linking five rings which would very effectively stop me getting fully hard.

When we were chaste, Mistress made us kneel up with our hands behind our heads as she checked Bryony's belt and my cock restraint again to ensure no slippage.

As always, my cock swelled at her touch but was thwarted.

'Don't worry, it won't stop you training.' Mistress assured me with one of her knowing smiles. 'The rings are titanium so they won't weigh you down.'

Assured of my chastity, she moved her attention higher.

'It's only six weeks to go.' She said. 'We need to talk about these.' She licked a latex covered finger and ran it over my nipples then crouched in a little creak of rubber to blow on them.

A man's nipples might not be quite as sensitive as a girl's but we all like them teased (and clamped - ok, I admit it) or maybe it's just a size thing, girl's nipples are bigger and respond more obviously; there's more to clamp too.

'So small and pert.' She said as my nipples did their thing, tingling deliciously. My cock kept trying to do it's thing too. 'Though these are nicer.' She reached across and played with Bryony's left nipple which did its thing too.

I knelt with my hands behind my head trying to remember a time when it had been Bryony on her knees in front of me and me playing with her nipples. I'd seen Rubber Dolly in submissive mode too and taken full advantage of it.

My cock strained again and I knew I was drooling.

'Anyway, you two stink.' Our beloved mistress said wrinkling her nose. 'Go and shower and then we can eat.'

That explained the chastity belts. Maybe they were just for the night.

We pets dropped to all fours and I crawled behind Bryony again, letting her go up the stairs first. I'm such a gentleman and she has a gorgeous arse even if her pussy was hidden away.

*

The shower was fun and it was about a week since we'd had the pleasure of touching each other's bodies (with our hands, anyway). Even though we were collared and in chains it was to chance for a relatively unrestrained cuddle and a grope and we took full advantage of it. Bryony's body is toned and pert and deliciously responsive and after enjoying a serious snog in the delightfully warm water she was as eager to have me wash it down as I was to do it. Needless to say, she returned the favour soaping my captive cock liberally and even dropping to her knees to ensure is was perfectly clean; she even gave it a final once over with her tongue which, chastity belt of not made my balls twitch delightfully. For my part, I concentrated on her nipples, standing behind her and lifting my hands over her head as she pressed herself back against me and nibbling her neck as I ensured her pert little breasts and responsive nipples were spotless. If we hadn't been in chastity it would have gone a lot further and, in Bryony's case, I'm sure there were a few little shudders as I teased her little buds and played with all that ironmongery.

We shaved each other too; her my face and me her pussy (as much as I could reach); it seemed only fair. You know you love someone when you let them wield a naked blade across your throat; when your hands a re cuffed, it's actually easier to do each other.

Then, I sat on the bed and held the dryer as she dried her hair.

'Should I use a bit of make up?' She said with a giggle as she ran her hands through her hair and stood up in front of me in a way that displayed her perfect (and very clean) body perfectly.

'Go on.' I said. 'You won't get much chance if we're going into serious training.' I tapped her chastity belt.

'Perhaps we could persuade her to give us a little reprieve.' She said before skipping across the bedroom and looking at herself in the mirror.

For anyone who's never watched a slave girl prettying herself up for her mistress (or master), I should mention that it is a delicious spectacle; watching her little body, freshly washed and pink bending forward as she examines herself in the mirror, feels the smoothness of her new shaved pussy; all that chain clicking and despite its connotations, the silver belt holding her captive. She started with lipstick, then did her eyelashes and added just a little mascara and blusher. Bryony doesn't wear make up very often (it's not really the sort of thing a serious pony girl does) so, when she does, the effect is stunning.

'Aren't you forgetting something?' I asked looking down.

'What is it about rouged nipples?' She asked catching my meaning immediately. 'One bloody sentence in the 'Story of O' and every slavegirl has to present herself with shiny red buds.'

She rouged them anyway though when I say rouged, it was more 'oranged' the same colour as her lips that somehow matched the colour of her hair and her freckles from a day in the weak spring sun.

I really, really wanted to throw her down on the bed and have my way with her.

Unfortunately, there were two things stopping me; the chastity belts and the fact that, at that moment, Mistress called out.

'Are you two quite finished up there?'

'Yes, Mistress' we chorused like two naughty children and with a smile scurried down the stairs to present ourselves to Mistress Carter.

*

She fed us from the table, the two of us kneeling on either side of her, arms behind our heads, naked and submissive as she placed food into our mouths; plenty of carbs and protein after a full day training. It was a lot less messy than eating from our bowls without the aid of our hands. Then, with the meal over, we slaves were allowed to wash up while Mistress went through into the sitting room with her glass of wine.

'She might just be punishing us for last night.' Bryony whispered when we were alone. 'With the belts, I mean.' She was standing at the sink in her collar and the belt with her wrists and ankles chained, transformed from the perfect pony to the perfect maid.

'I hope so.' I fiddled with the rings locked to my cock. 'Six weeks is a long time.'

''You could ask her, it's your turn to be punished.' Bryony said.

I lifted my chained arms over her head and held her from behind pressing my body against hers like I'd done in the shower, my cock swelling as she continued to wash the dishes.

'Hey.' She said. 'I've just had a shower; don't go dribbling all over me already.'

'I hope you two are behaving in there.' Mistress called through.

'Yes, Mistress.' Bryony called back trying not to giggle as I played with her nipple rings.

I gave her a final squeeze and lifted my arms off her to start putting the plates and dishes away then, when we were done, we went to join Mistress; on all fours, obviously. She was still wearing her white rubber blouse and black rubber riding breeches. Her whip sat on the table alongside a large ball gag and a set of nipple clamps.

'Come here, PonyBoy.' She said.

I crawled towards her, kneeling up knowing what was coming.

'Hand behind your head.' Mistress said. 'You know the drill.'

I obeyed.

'Got to get these nipples conditioned.' She said picking up the nipple clamps with a smile.

'Yes, Mistress.' I said without enthusiasm.

She teased each of my nipples and then clamped them.

'If you let me pierce you, you wouldn't have to wear them.' She said tugging on the chain to make sure they were secure.

They definitely were.

'Now the gag.' She said.

I picked up the gag and handed it to her then opened my mouth so she could gag me.

At least it wasn't going to be me asking the questions. She pushed the red ball into my mouth and leant forward to fasten it behind my head allowing me to enjoy the proximity of her breasts and the gentle scent of latex mixed with her perfume.

'Now, get down there.' She pointed to the floor in front of the sofa. I knew what she meant and in a few moments, I was on all fours in front of the sofa with Mistress' latex clad legs resting on my back as Bryony was called up on the sofa where she snuggled into Mistress' arms to enjoy an evening of petting.

We spent the next couple of hours like this with me being used as a footstool and Bryony playing lapdog as Mistress' fingers idly played with her nipple rings. I did get a break at one stage to massage mistress' rubber stockinged feet and Bryony was dispatched to the kitchen a couple of times to refill Mistress' wineglass.

It was as Mistress enjoyed her third glass of wine that Bryony asked about the chastity thing.

'That depends.' Mistress replied in her usual enigmatic way. 'On whether you can behave.'

'We're always good, Mistress.' Bryony protested.

'Really?' Mistress picked up the TV remote and chose an auxiliary input then she pressed play.

What followed was a lewd display of two stabled ponies in single sleeves, chained together by their collars not being very well behaved at all. It was grainy and in black and white but the ponies knew who they were.

'I'm not punishing you more severely because my date thoroughly enjoyed the show.' She said fastforwarding to the point where I entered Bryony from behind.

'Oh, Mistress.' Bryony said in her best wheedling slavegirl tone. 'You didn't say we couldn't have fun together.'

'No, I didn't.' Mistress said primly. 'I expect my slaves to know how to behave.'

'Yes, Mistress.' Bryony was the model of contrition. 'I'm sure we can make amends.'

'You can.' Mistress said. 'You can stay in chastity.'

'Oh.' Bryony's disappointment was as obvious as mine.

'Now, it's nearly bedtime.' Mistress said. 'Why don't you go and get yourselves ready.'

'Yes, Mistress.'

'I can't see my PonyBoy being much use tonight.' Mistress said with another one of her smiles. 'But you'd better make sure he has a good view of the two of us.'

*

CHAPTER 4: DRESSING FOR PLEASURE

*

'What do you think I should wear?' Bryony asked as she emerged from the bathroom.

Mistress Carter was an obvious rubber fetishist (which explained her pony name of Rubber Dolly) and had brought a trunk of latex clothing with her when she'd moved in back in February. Not only did she like to wear it herself but she liked to dress her slaves in it too; fortunately, she preferred dressing Bryony to me. When we were in the house, it wasn't unusual for her to dress Bryony for bed; she sometimes made her wear a little rubber maids outfit too and made her do the housework in it. Sadly, on more than one occasion she'd done the same to me. It was horribly humiliating and what was worse was how obviously my body demonstrated how much I enjoyed it.

Tonight, freed from her chains and given free rein in the dressing up box Bryony chose the green rubber corset and, abject slave that I was, still in chains, I got the pleasure of lacing her pert little body into it. It wasn't really any more strict than the girdle of her harness but it did shape her pert little waist deliciously. She liked to wear it as she was still quite sensitive above the scar on her belly from her polo accident. I helped her with her stockings next, green rubber with white bows; unrolling them up her firm toned legs then smoothing them down before clipping on the suspenders. There was a little quarter cup bra to go with the outfit too, enough to buck up her little mounds but not anything like enough to cover them.

'Do you think I should wear the boots too?' She asked sitting on the bed looking every bit a rubber goddess to rival our mistress.

'Unnggha.' I shrugged still unhappy at being left gagged and chained and being forced to watch a night of live action lesbian rubber porn with no hope of release. The throbbing in my nipples wasn't helping either.

'Yes, but I like to wear them anyway.'

She was talking about the toe boots; black patent leather ones that just made me want to keep her in them all the time.

'Besides, i'f I'm going to be a dressage mare this summer, I'll have to get used to them.'

I picked up the boots and knelt at her feet.

'You will have to work through this submissive fantasy of yours.' She said as I slipped on the first boot knowing that my cock was drooling at the goddess in front of me. 'I mean it's quite fun having you like this and playing mistress is quite enjoyable but if I'm going to be a proper dressage mare you're going to have to keep me firmly in my place.'

'Mmmmnn.' I nodded lacing her foot into the first boot.

Most of the time I didn't actually mind being a slave; there were some real benefits. I guess most guys who enjoy bondage have probably tried a bit of self restraint and at some point even those who like to do the tying have indulged in a little submissive fantasy. However, I also missed having control over her, sitting in the chariot driving her with the whip, feeling her squirm under me when I tied her to the bed or have go down on her knees with her arms restrained and take me in her mouth.

The thought of her as a dressage pony was very appealing.

*

When I'd dressed her, Bryony chained me at the foot of the four-poster bed with my hands still cuffed above my head and feet locked to a ring on the footboard.

'How are the nips?' She asked kneeling on the bed and gently running her fingers along the chain linking them.

'Ngggghh.' Throbbing.

'Sorry.' She bent and kissed each one gently. 'I'd take them off but I know Mistress would punish me and she'd probably put them back on anyway.'

'Hmmm.'

'If you got them pierced, she'd stop torturing them.' She said giving me the full pleading look o her big blue eyes.

'Nug gudd dem bursh.' It was a big gag.

'Suit yourself.' She gave the clamps a tug.

'NGGHH!' My nipples throbbed.

'Sorry.' She clearly wasn't but she did give my captive cock a delightful squeeze.

'I thought you two were going to behave.' Mistress said coming into the bedroom.

'We are, Mistress.' I'm just telling him to man up and get his nipples done.

'Good girl.'

'Thank you, Mistress.' Bryony winked at me and slid off the bed then tottered towards our mistress in her toe boots.

'You're getting better.' Mistress said looking over her lovely rubber slave.

'Thank you, Mistress.' Bryony stopped and did a twirl.

'And I approve of the outfit.'

'Thank you, Mistress.'

'Now, come and undress me.'

'Yes, Mistress.'

Bryony tottered towards Mistress and unbuttoned the white rubber blouse, parting it gently and rubbing her thumbs over Mistress' stiff nipples. Then she stepped behind her and pulled the rubber sleeves gently off Mistress' arms. She folded the garment and bent forward in classic legs-straight pose to show off her bottom as she placed it on the chair by the bathroom door then returned to Mistress and peeled off the tight black rubber leggings.

'May I dress you, Mistress?'

Rubber Dolly smiled.

'That might be fun.' She looked at me. 'What do you think PonyBoy? Do you want to see Sticky here wrap my body in lovely clinging rubber before we slip between the sheets together?'

I looked at her aware that my poor cock straining against its confinement provided the answer.

'Mistress asked you a question, PonyBoy.'

I nodded. 'Ugh Mdg.'

'Good boy.' She looked at 'Sticky'. 'Why don't you dig out that strappy rubber bodice.'

Bryony bent saucily again as she rummaged in the box, pulling out a sheet of black wet-look rubber with multiple glistening straps and buckles attached which she began to strap to Mistress Carter's body, stretching it over her breasts and belly and ensuring it was smooth and tight. It had a high front and a crotch strap and there were zips over Mistress' breasts allowing access to her nipples. Our gorgeous mistress squirmed sexily as Bryony tightened the crotch strap.

'Careful, Slave.' She said with a smile.

I wondered if Bryony was fighting down the sensation to smack her on the bottom, I certainly would have been if I'd been dressing her despite the likelihood of being punished. From where I was standing, she looked gorgeous with sheer wet-look rubber stretched across her body and when she turned round, her back covered in criss-crossing black straps.

Black rubber opera gloves followed, which Bryony unrolled up Mistress' arms and then rubber stockings which Bryony dropped submissively to her knees to apply just as I'd done to her a few minutes before. The gloves and stockings clipped to the bodice.

Then, Bryony slipped an open face rubber hood over Mistress' head and, pulling her hair through a loop at the back before buckling it tight.

'What do you think, PonyBoy?' Mistress asked stepping towards me.

'Mmmm.' I nodded enthusiastically though one glance at my straining cock would have given her the answer.

'You're PonyBoy's becoming very submissive.' She said turning towards Bryony and giving me a delightful flash of creamy flesh and tight rubber straps. 'Perhaps I could help you train him for the pony boy marathon.'

Bryony frowned. 'I was hoping a spell as a pony might make him realise just how much he wants to own me.'

'Perhaps.' Mistress hooked a finger into the D-ring on the front of Bryony's collar and pulled her closer, kissing her on the lips. 'Shall we go to bed and show him what he's missing?'

'Yes, Mistress.' Bryony's blue eyes flashed briefly in my direction then she returned her full attention to the tongue tango she and Mistress were dancing.

They slid onto the bed in front of me, my rubber clad mistress and my wife and fellow slave in her rubber lingerie. I stood helplessly, chained at the foot of the bed watching them kiss and then saw Bryony's hand slide towards one of the zips over Mistress' chest.

'May I, Mistress?' She asked.

Mistress took her hand and guided to to the zipper. 'Be my guest.'

I watched Bryony gently pull the zip open exposing Mistress Carter's brown swollen nipple and then slip her mouth over it.

'Oh, good girl.' Mistress purred stroking Bryony's hair. Then she looked up at me and blew me a kiss.

*

I spent a glorious and intensely frustrating half hour watching the two of them play together, my cock straining and drooling, my nipples throbbing. Bryony was utterly submissive and completely attentive as she moved to pleasure our mistress, the chains linking her wrists clicking. After some time, she opened the second zip using her teeth and then having licked, nibbled, sucked and generally teased our Mistress' intensively responsive nipples helped the squirming brunette roll over onto her belly so she could undo the crotch strap and pull it from where it nestled deeply between her firm pale buttocks.

'You'd like to spank me, wouldn't you Mike.' Mistress said as Bryony slid a rubber gloved hands over her bottom.

'Mmmm.' I said it, nodding even before I realised what I was saying.

'Shame you can't.' Mistress said, appearing to enjoy my lapse.

'Why don't you tell Bryony to do it?'

Bryony looked up at me, her blue eyes wide with lust. It was incredible to me that Bryony hadn't brought her hand down on mistress' firm white bottom.

It was something I really wanted to see.

'Shpg hr.' I said as clearly as I could around my gag. I hate drooling when I'm gagged but this was an opportunity I couldn't refuse.

Bryony looked a little startled and then, lifting her hand, brought it down with a slap on Mistress Carter's buttocks.

'Oh, good girl.' Mistress squirmed.

'Tell her to spank me harder, PonyBoy.'

'Shpg hr huda.' I said.

Bryony brought her hand down again.

'Lovely.' Mistress' hands closed tightly around the top of the mattress. 'Count for me, Mike.'

'Un...'. I said.

Bryony slapped her again.

'Doo...'

*

We went to six and then Mistress rolled over pulling Bryony across her body and then sat up with her hand poised over Bryony's bottom.

'Shall we start again?' Mistress said, those storm grey eyes providing a taste of the turmoil of arousal roiling inside her.

'Un...'

Bryony squealed as Mistress' hand struck her bottom.

'Doo...'

Bryony took six too and then Mistress pushed her down the bed and spread her legs.

'Kneel up, Sticky, there's a good girl.' Show Mike that lovely glowing bottom.

Bryony did, lifting her bottom up right in front of me as she buried her face in our Mistress' pussy. If my cock hadn't been restrained (and she hadn't been wearing a chastity belt) I could probably have fucked her while she worked Mistress with her tongue. Even so, I couldn't help stretching forward in my bonds and rubbing my cock against her bottom.

'You are a naughty PonyBoy.' Mistress said. She was lying back on the bed playing with her nipples as my lovely wife tongued her. 'But you, Sticky...' She reached down and stroked Bryony's red hair with her latex covered fingers. 'Are a very good girl.'

Mistress closed her eyes and moaned and I rubbed my cock desperately and ineffectually against Bryony's chastity belt.

*

CHAPTER 5: AFTER THE STORM

*

'Mistress.' Bryony said, teasing Rubber Dolly's nipples with her fingers. 'We had a thought.'

She lay next to Mistress on the bed having just brought the lovely Miss Carter to orgasm.

'Did you, now.' Mistress took hold of her fingers. 'I thought you ponies were there to look nice and do as you are told, not think.'

'We just thought it might be a little early for us both to be in chastity.'

'I'm sure you did.' Mistress lifted her rubber clad foot and teased my straining cock coming away with a smear of wetness on her toe.

'Well, we thought...'. Bryony said sliding herself against Mistress. 'That if you took our belts off for another three weeks it wouldn't affect our performance in the race...'

'Hmmm.' Mistress considered. 'Go on.'

'And we'd both be motivated to train harder knowing that if we pleased you, we could... be rewarded.'

'I see.'

'And I know you like Mike's cock inside you.' She looked at me meaningfully.

'It is rather... enjoyable.' Mistress' smile broadened. 'With reuben away, I'm not getting much cock at the moment.'

If I hand't been gagged, I might have commented about being right here; but her comment did suggest her tryst the night before had been with a woman.

'And Mike says that if you give us three more weeks, he'll have his nipples pierced.' Bryony didn't look at me as she said it.

'Nnggg.'

'Was that a 'Yes, Mistress'?' Mistress said using her toes to play with my cock again and then pressing them against my balls. 'These are going to be throbbing in six weeks if we don't give them some respite.'

'Ngggn.' I shook my head. I wasn't going to let her pierce my nipples.

'Shame.' Mistress turned away to look at Bryony. 'I do fancy a bit of cock.' She said archly. 'Why don't you fetch the black dildo.'

'Couldn't we use the big one, Mistress.'

'Oooohh, yes.'

Bryony scrambled out of bed and scampered to her wardrobe emerging a few moments later with huge smile and a huge purple strap-on bouncing over her chastity belt. As she walked behind me, I felt the tip brush against my buttocks.

'What do you think PonyBoy?' She said. 'Want to try it?'

'Ngggh'. I shook my head. Tails were bad enough.

'That's not what you say when it's my sphincter.' She pressed hard against me.

There was no way it was going in.

'Spoilsport!' She slapped my buttocks and then swung her hips so the dildo slapped me too then she flounced onto the bed.

'Oooh!' Mistress Carter said holding the dildo suggestively and licking the tip. 'That is a whopper.'

I recalled Bryony had come back from a shoot with the dildo locked inside her. Terry's new dominatrix had put it there, locked her in a chastity belt and told her she'd post the keys on. It was hard to believe such a thing fitted in her; in fact it didn't quite fit and it was so big it made her belly bulge. She couldn't train with it in her; in fact she had to walk with her legs slightly apart and kneel down rather than sit. It was designed with these little rubber cilia at the bottom that moved every time she did and she'd spent the next seventy two hours alternately peering down the road waiting for the post to arrive and playing with herself to relieve the excitement the intruder generated.

Mistress Carter seemed to like it too; lying back with her legs parted as Bryony adopted the missionary position and coaxed the phallus inside her.

'Oh!' She said clasping her legs around Bryony and arching her back. 'A girl could get used to this.'

*

I suffered ten minutes of groaning and watching my wife fuck my mistress until her rubber covered toes curled and she came like a trooper then the two of them lay there and looked up at me enjoying a virtual post-coital cigarette moment even if one of them hadn't actually climaxed. Despite any frustration she might be feeling, Bryony hid it well and I guessed she'd at least had a few 'little ripples' as she liked to call them from a combination of the thrusting and having Mistress paling with her nipples.

At one point with Mistress dozing off, I thought they might leave me there all night but eventually my lovely rubber clad wife was turfed out of bed to remove my nipple clamps (ouch!) and then chain me to the foot of the bed by my collar.

'Poor thing.' She said as she crouched to kiss me, her hand going to my imprisoned cock and starting off another round if 'stiffy strains at the leash' before she covered me in a blanket and climbed back into bed with the lovely Mistress Carter.

*

CHAPTER 6: LIVERY

*

Leaving ponies with others is not unusual in Mares. When I was first training Bryony and had to spend time away, I left her to train on her own although, as the race approached, I did begin to leave her locked in her weighted training harness. That was before I knew about the practice of 'Livery'. It had been Goose; a blonde and buxom 'knight' from the village who had introduced me to the practice and, on several occasions after my first race, I'd 'stabled' Bryony with her. At the time, I hadn't realised quite what the Goose was getting out of it and it was only as we prepared to leave for Argentina for our foray into pony girl polo that the truth came out. However, I certainly wasn't going to complain about the arrangement; in return, Goose had stabled her eponymously named pony 'Pretty Little Thing' with me.

Apparently satisfying the needs of a pony in livery is a perfectly respectable thing to do in Mares and something that is even encouraged by one's fiancé.

I'd had other offers too; after coaching Bryony to victory in the mares' race, I had a virtual line of 'knights' asking me to look after and train their precious little ponies while they were away from the village for a few days and quite a few while they were at home. I could have made quite a business out of it although, I'm not sure Bryony would have been entirely happy about me having an entire stable full of young, fit and horny women all eager for me to use and abuse them. However, the way she'd welcomed PLT suggested my lovely wife had thoroughly enjoyed the nights the little blonde had spent with us giving me at least some insight into what they got up to when I'd left Bryony with Goose.

*

So it was that, with Mistress Carter about to go away for the weekend, she hitched us to the double chariot and whipped us up the hill to the Goose's estate for a weekend 'in livery'. Goose was already up and dressed as we trotted into the yard, high stepping in a manner designed to show what perfect little show ponies we were.

When I say Goose was dressed, I mean it, of course, in the context of dressing for pleasure. 'The Goose' as she's sometimes rather unfairly known is not the prettiest girl in Mares but she has a body to die for; not as fit and toned (by which I could mean 'scrawny') as many of the serious competitors but decent enough and, unlike most of the serious competitors she has a pretty decent pair of breasts; very firm breasts; a mane of long blonde hair all adds to the allure too. (She's played mare as well as knight in her time). She also has a thing for pink and today was no exception; Goose was wearing a deliciously shiny corset type affair in pink patent leather cut and stitched in panels that sculpted her waist perfectly while lifting and displaying those lovely big breasts and coming to little points just above her nipples; she'd combined it with a matching choker and knee high boots with heels that must have been nearly the full six inches.

All this was accessorised with little leather fingerless gloves and a multibladed leather whip; all in pink, of course.

Though she can be irritating, I'd grown quite fond of Goose during my time in Mares although the thought of having her as my temporary mistress for the weekend wasn't something I had been looking forward to. (On the other hand a weekend away from less than subtle digs about nipple piercings and increasing the size of my tail plug might be welcome). Seeing the Goose like this made me realise the weekend might be fun especially after a week in chastity from which Bryony and I had been released that morning.

It probably helped that it was late April and the sun was shining; enough to make any domesticated animal's sap rise.

Goose obviously saw me looking at her as Mistress patted our bottoms and left us standing, harnessed side by side.

'Like what you see, Darling.' Goose gave me one of her predatory smiles and stretched up causing her breasts to lift and her pink nipples to pop up into view then turned and, straight-legged bent at the waist flashing the leather strap that ran down from the corset where it nestled tightly between her beautifully toned buttocks and barely covered her sex.

Bryony knew who the display was for and gave me a swift kick in the ankle.

'Oh, don't be too harsh in him, Sticky.' Goose said straightening and running her fingers through her blonde hair in a gesture that was well practiced and at the same time rather affected. Slightly awkward she might be but whole display would have been the envy any half decent lap-dancer.

She sashayed towards us twirling the whip, her blue eyes fixed on Bryony.

'I know you're interested too.' She used the handle of her whip to lift Bryony's chin then looked at me with a mischievously predatory smile. 'I've had you and Pretty in harness together and you're no stranger to nuzzling your face into these gorgeous fun bags.' She pushed her chest forward.

I refrained from returning the kick. (And remembered that once I'd nuzzled those lovely firm breasts too).

'Still protecting those tender little nips I see, Mike.' She said turning her attention to me and moving the whip across my chest. 'I think it's time to show you what a real pony looks like.'

She took up our reins and lead us a few steps towards her stables. We had little choice but to follow and besides, it gave me the chance to oggle that tight bottom with the pink leather strap disappearing between those firm round cheeks.

*

Goose pulled back a bolt and opened the door to one of her barns.

And there inside was Justin.

Justin was one of my best friends; he'd been best man at my wedding too; and that's where he met The Goose. The rest, as they say, is 'history' and I'd suddenly found the woman I'd always thought of as a predatory lesbian changing her ways and the sometimes rather reticent Justin dropping to his knees and lapping it up.

I'd never seen him quite like this though. (I was pretty sure it was him).

He was chained in the middle of the barn, standing spread-eagle, arms and legs stretched our with steel cuffs on this wrists; he was naked too and I could see that, whatever, Goose was doing to him, it was clearly getting him back into shape.

'And how is my favourite pony today?' Goose stepped into the barn and Justin lifted his head, turning towards Goose's voice.

He wore a heavy duty dressage bridle, the blinders closed; the bit had been replaced with a large ball gag that stretched his mouth wide.

He and Goose's relationship had obviously progressed in a number of ways, most of them apparently kinky.

For a start, Justin had been pierced; three polo style rings in each nipple; large vertical ring on either side and smaller horizontal ring through the nipple itself. The two larger inner rings linked with a chain that supported her little bell. On a man, I suppose they didn't really have any other function.

He'd been pierced somewhere else too.

There was a small bell dangling from the tip of his cock which, even as we watched was beginning to stand up.

'Now, that's how a good pony should behave.' Goose gestured to her pony boy's rising member with her whip as she walked past him. 'Standing on ceremony for his mistress.'

I watched Justin tense realising for the first time that his mistress was not alone.

'Such a good boy.' Goose embraced him from behind, her gloved hands sliding over his belly and down onto his cock pulling gently to bring him to full erection.

Justin moaned into his gag.

'It's been rather a long time, hasn't it darling.' Goose said, idly stroking his shaft.

Justin moaned louder pressing himself back against his mistress.

Goose looked at me, her hands still gently teasing Justin's stiff and now drooling cock.

'It's important a pony boy knows his place.' She squeezed his balls and Justin whimpered with frustrated pleasure into his gag.

Then she lifted his shaft and I could see a steel ring tight around his scrotum above his balls, separating them from his cock and stretching the skin.

'This has a cage.' Goose explained running a finger over the shiny silver ring. 'To keep his hands off and then there's this little ring that goes round the base of his cock to stop him getting all stiff. I must say though that, if I try to put it on him myself, it's quite hard to get him soft enough to fit it.' She nuzzled her cheek against the blinder. 'We have to use iced water, don't we, darling?'

Justin shuddered slightly but was clearly enjoying the attention, his cock drooling freely.

'And then there are a series of rings that lock to his piercing just to make sure he doesn't do anything naughty.'

Other than the piercing rings it looked much like the one Mistress had kept me in for the last week.

She shook his cock and the bell rang then released his shaft which bobbed at half mast, ringing the bell again as she pulled off her gloves.

'Poor Frisky's been away on business for the last three weeks.' Goose grinned at my reaction to what was obviously my best mate's new pet name. 'You can imagine how horny he was when her arrived last night.' She used her long pink finger nails to tease him, running them along his cock. 'I did think I might let him have his wicked way with me when he arrived but then I realised I'd much rather show him to you in has full glory so we used the strap-on after our little training session, didn't we, darling.'

Justin or, perhaps I should call him 'Frisky' nodded and she nuzzled him tenderly.

'It must have been awfully frustrating having that rampant thing down there and being forced to use a penis gag to please me... but just think how much more he'll enjoy it tonight after some serious discipline.'

She squeezed his cock.

'Unless you'd like to show your friend just how far a boy can shoot when his balls are as swollen as yours.'

Justin shook his head and a tension crept into his body.

She cupped his balls, looking at me. 'You won't believe how tense they feel.'

Justin moaned with pleasure and, not for the first time in Mares, I couldn't help feeling I'd ended up living in a porn film.

'So Mike.' Goose asked suddenly. 'What do you think of these.' One of her hands mover up to Justin's piercings.

'Mnngggg.' Justin suddenly shook his head.

'Who did you think I was talking to, darling?' Goose said seductively toying with his piercings. 'Did you think I was displaying you to one of those hot little village girls?'

I could see Justin's face turning red beneath the blinders.

'I know you'd love a threesome with Eye Candy and Honey Pot.' Goose teased. 'Don't worry. Lucky Mike's in just as much of a predicament as you and Sticky's here as well.' She winked at me. 'You know, as I keep saying, you and Mr James here would make a perfect pair.'

To some degree she was right, Justin was a little taller than me, over six feet and slightly broader (he used to play flanker for a fairly decent rugby club in Gloucester). We were a lot better matched than I was with Bryony.

Mates as might be, we'd even trained together but running next to him in harness really wasn't something I wanted to entertain.

*

CHAPTER 7: FANNY

*

Any further discussion on that part was deferred by the crunch of gravel as a Range Rover sped down the driveway and skidded to halt beside us. It wasn't anyone I knew but there was no time to move any even if we hadn't been harnessed to the chariot and restrained. Goose, however, seemed unperturbed, simply watching as the driver's door opened and a booted foot emerged.

The owner of the foot must have been at least six feet two; she was a woman to which the word statuesque did not do justice; short blonde curly hair, strong features and an impressive cleavage straining against a white blouse. The jodhpurs were almost a forgone conclusion.

I gathered this was one of Goose's mates from the city and wondered if she'd been invited (rather against Mares protocol) to help Goose with her extra ponies this weekend.

'You're late.' Goose said as the blonde regarded Bryony and I with surprise and clearly enjoyment judging by the smile creeping onto her face.

When she looked at Goose, her smile fell away.

'Sorry, Mistress.' The blonde's hand went almost instinctively to her neck and, and as she parted the collar of her blouse, I caught the glint of steel beneath.

Goose pointed to the ground in front of her with her whip and the woman's eyes widened. 'Don't keep me waiting any longer.'

The blonde stepped quickly forward and dropped to her knees placing her hands behind her head.

'The traffic, Mistress...'. She began looking up at 'Mistress Goose' and then glancing at us.

I'd always suspected Goose of running high end dominatrix sessions when up in London managing her portfolios. It appeared I was right.

'Silence.' Goose snapped holding out her whip which the blonde took in between her teeth.

Goose walked slowly round the kneeling blonde. 'You're also overdressed...'

'Yesh, Mishdresh.' She woman said around the whip.

'Soon fix that.' Goose leant down from behind the blonde and slid her hands onto the woman's blouse obviously squeezing the large breasts inside then she spread her hands ripping the blouse open, buttons popping.

'Nggh!' The woman's gasp was one of shock.

Goose pulled at the blouse and the woman dropped her arms as it was pulled roughly off her. The white bra underneath quickly followed and the woman returned her hands to hold them behind her head.

'Stand up.' Goose said.

The woman stood. Her breasts really were magnificent and her nipples were huge.

'Now the rest of it.' Goose gestured to the jodhpurs and the boots.

'Yesh, Mishdresh.' The blonde, still holding the whip in her teeth, glanced at us again then struggled out of her boots and then peeled off her tight jodhpurs.

'Were you wearing knickers?' Goose asked.

'Shorry, Mishdresh.'

'You arrive late.' Goose said sternly. 'Not only are you overdressed but you are wearing underwear which I have expressly forbidden.'

Naked now, aside from her collar, the woman dropped back to her knees, placing her hands behind her head.

'It's almost as if you're asking to be punished.' Goose said taking the whip back from the kneeling woman.

*

One of the problems with being in harness is that, even with your cock strapped tightly down, it's rather obvious when it's been stirred into action; after all, it can't know that it's efforts are just going to be met with some tight straps and more frustration; or perhaps it was just that I was watching the scene intently.

'I'm shorry to bursht your bubble 'Darling'.' Bryony said around her bit. 'But I shink she's deshtined for Jushtin; or perhaps I should shay 'Frishky'.

In the stable Justin turned at the sound of his name although he couldn't see what was going on.

'That's very perceptive of you, Sticky.' Goose said with a somewhat sadistic smile. 'Jo here is going to be Frisky's running mate.' She draped the whip across the blonde's breasts. 'Assuming she behaves herself.' Goose brought the whip down with a harsh slap on the blonde's breasts then repeated the this a few times until she'd left a tangle of red streaks behind. 'Present.' She said sharply and the blonde immediately bent forwards lifting her bottom in the air. Goose brought the whip down sharply on it twice. 'As you can see, she's quite the submissive most of the time.' Goose looked at us then down at the crouching blonde. 'Roll over.'

The woman obeyed, lying on her back with her knees bent and her thighs spread wide. The whip struck both her inner thighs.

'Pose.' Goose commanded and the blonde scrambled back to her knees with her hands behind her head.

Goose brought the whip down on her breasts again.

'Perfectly docile, just like Frisky.' Goose smiled. 'I hope you're taking notes, Michael.'

*

Bryony and I stood watching as Goose put the blonde and then Justin into harness.

Typical of Goose, she was using some lovely high quality gear all hand stitched and, not surprisingly, all in pink.

She began by having 'Jo' kneel with her hands out to she side as she dropped the ornate harness over her shoulders and buckled what looked like formidable leather bra under her breasts; then she adjusted the shoulder straps to ensure that her new pony's cleavage would be fully supported before tightening the straps around her waist. The woman was obviously enjoying being handled this way; I could see her nipples swelling and her skin blushing; she kept glancing at us with an embarrassed expression and, I thought, looking at the design of our harnesses and presumably comparing it to her own.

I had a feeling it might be her first time being a pony even if she was used to playing other games with Goose.

Next came the bridle; pulled up over the her face, the bit sliding between her parted lips. There really is something gorgeous about watching a girl being gagged or bridled and the submissive way she took the bit and then smiled shyly up at us was quite beautiful. It took Goose sometime to adjust the straps to her satisfaction and the blonde's arms, still held out from her side were trembling when Goose told her to stand. She stood obediently keeping her arms out and kept them there while Goose buckled her thigh cuffs in place and then went to fetch the single sleeve.

She was clearly relieved when allowed to lower her arms but they were quickly drawn behind her and slid into the heavy leather sheath. Goose spent some time adjusting this too, pulling the straps holding it to the rest of the harness tight and adjusting the buckles until the blonde's arms were tightly sheathed behind her back.

The boots came next; pink leather with buckles at the side that pushed the blonde up to at least six-foot-six. She teetered slightly as Goose strapped them on but was clearly trying to keep as still as possible to please her Mistress.

'Don't worry.' Goose said glancing at us. 'Jo here often walks the streets of London in toe boots; she can handle these.'

The women blushed and I wondered exactly what form these 'walks' took. I guessed, as Goose stood and clipped a lead rein to the woman's bridle that they were similar to the way she was subsequently lead around the stable yard.

'Good girl.' Goose said with the ubiquitous pat on the bottom. 'If you do well today, I'll give you a tail next time.'

The woman nodded and, tying the lunge rein to the hitching post, Goose left the blonde to bring out Frisky.

*

It was nearly an hour before Frisky and 'Fanny' as Goose started to refer to her new pony were hitched to Goose's obviously new double chariot. They did look good although I wasn't sure pink was Justin's colour; they were pretty well matched too; similar height and build (though with two - ok, three - obvious exceptions: Frisky's breasts were even more magnificent than Goose's). Still harnessed and bridled, Bryony and I had stood watching, rocking on our pony boots and, when the new ponies were ready were anxious to be off. It was clearly Fanny was just as eager.

It was at that moment that Honey Pot appeared.

Honey Pot is a pert little racing mare and it is through dipping her fingers in this particular receptacle that Bryony acquired her pony name of 'Sticky Fingers'. (I know, pony's don't have fingers). Honey Pot is blonde and, well, 'trashy' is probably the word I'd use; she has a thing for too much make up, flashes of lacy underwear and fuck me heels. When not in harness can frequently be seen speeding out the village (often in the company of Eye-Candy) in her Porsche Boxster off to some corporate event or other. Despite all this, she's also a pretty fit pony but is probably best known for her work in the chariot rather than in front of it.

Today 'Honey' was wearing a white blouse (black lacy bra showing), skin tight jodhpurs and, surprisingly, stable boots rather than her usual heeled sandals. She was, as always, heavily made up including false eyelashes and shiny red false nails. In short, every pony boy's dream rider.

'Sticky.' She said with a giggle, planting a kiss and smear of lipstick on my wife's lips. 'And the lovely Mike.' She kissed me too.

One of the disadvantages of being in harness is that there's little chance of hiding anything that happens to you; if she'd left lipstick, it was going to be there for a while.

'Does he have a name yet?' She asked looking towards Goose.

'She still calls him PonyBoy.' Goose called back. 'But today I'm going with Wimply.'

'Hmmm.' Honey Pot appraised me and I freely admit that my cock swelled in its straps as she did so. I had been in chastity for a week, spending several of the evenings watching my rubber clad wife playing with my rubber mistress.

'Doesn't look too wimpy to me.' Honey Pot reached out and squeezed my balls. 'Looks a positive stallion to me.'

Beside me, Bryony groaned.

'You're a lucky girl, Sticky.' She squeezed my balls again. 'Still no piercings, I see.'

It seemed the entire village was acquainted with my reluctance to become a 'proper' pony.

She leaned forward and peered behind me.

'He has a tail though.'

'You should hear sha fush he makesh when it goesh in.' Bryony said.

'Here.' Goose appeared behind her. 'Put these on him.'

''These' were my nipple bells. I thought I'd had a chance of a weekend without them but Mistress had obviously given them to Goose to work on my refusal to get pierced.

Honey Pot jingled them looking at my bruised nipples. 'Oh, they look sore.' She said reaching to stroke each in turn. Unfortunately, my nipples responded (they were getting pretty sensitive) and Honey clipped the bells on.

'Sticky should have some too.' Honey called to Goose.

'In the barn.' Goose called back.

I watched Honey disappear into the barn and emerge with a pair of quite large heavy looking nipple bells.

'Hey!' Bryony said as Honey clipped them to her rings. 'You'll stresh my nibs.'

'It seems only fair.' Honey tapped the bells to make them ding. 'Besides, I heard a rumour you were going to be a dressage pony this year.'

'I'm a rasching mare.' Bryony shot back indignantly.

'That's not what the goss says.' Honey said with a smirk, ringing Bryony's nipple bells again.

'You get nipple bells when you get your tail.' I heard Goose tell Fanny.

*

CHAPTER 8: INTO THE WOODS

*

Honey Pot drove us out of the yard at a brisk trot, the hooves of our boots clattering on the cobbles then after fifty yards or so as we came onto the track leading down into the woods; she took us straight to the canter with a gentle flick of the whip. After an hour of standing in harness, no matter how entertaining it had been we were both eager to be off and I could feel a drag on my bit as our delightfully trashy mistress worked hard to keep us from a full gallop. Being run as a pony like this is surprisingly exhilarating and at times almost as good as driving pony girl. I didn't ever think I'd end up between the shafts; in fact, I had very much fought against it but all that had changed in Argentina thanks, largely to Maria Argenta and then a degree of skulduggery on Bryony's part.

There aren't many men who could claim that their hot new wife had invited a sultry dressage mare into their marriage bed or that said sultry mare would offer as a wedding present six month of slavery to the happy newly weds. It all sounds so far fetched that I might have expected to wake up and find it was all a dream except that two years ago I wouldn't have believed there was a village in Devon that holds an annual pony girl race or that in Argentina they regularly strap nubile young senorita's into harness and play polo with them.

I could have refused, of course, but it was obvious that's what Bryony wanted although she had admitted she hadn't expected Rubber Dolly to stay for six months or for us to be trained for the couples race. At the end of the day, who can refuse the wishes of blushing young, eager and very submissive bride and the dominance of a gorgeous older woman. I knew Bryony's need to be dominated and knew that sometimes I hadn't been as strict as she would like. I also knew, deep down, that I'd frequently fantasised about just such a situation; about being kept as slave by a beautiful dominant mistress almost as much as I'd fantasised about keeping a beautiful young woman as my slave. I had therefore agreed thinking that I could always give it up but as yet I hadn't recanted even if the thought had crossed my mind a few times. What man wouldn't want to spend his nights chained up with his beautiful and constantly horny young wife and intermittently forced to pleasure their gorgeous older mistress? That was quite aside from the pony play which, when you get to a decent level of fitness, is actually quite enjoyable.

Many good athletes thoroughly enjoy pushing their limits and enjoyment can very quickly cross into addiction.

I guess it's like any sort of exercise, once you get into the zone nothing beats it. Over the previous two months, I'd come home with whip marks and bruises, extremely sore nipples and run with a butt plug; and almost every time I'd come home (to the stable) on a high. Once the endorphins had gone, I obviously started to feel some of the effects but then I had a hot fellow pony to press her body against mine and kiss it better and who expected me to do the same for her.

I think Bryony was as surprised as I was how easily I'd taken to it.

Maybe it was my athletics background; while I was happy being a coach, I missed the visceral thrill of intense training and, there was something more; we all like to win and, as a hurdler I was never quite there; I'd made it to the nationals, I was reserve a couple of times for International competitions but I just wasn't quite good enough. The thought of competing again and, according to our mistress having a chance to win, really excited me.

So it was that, running beside Bryony I barely noticed the slash of the whip across my buttocks or the jerk of the bells on my nipples or the chaffing of the harness and weight of the chariot; and when I did find myself struggling, what kept me going was that beside me, my wife was feeling the same.

Perhaps it was time to get myself pierced.

*

Honey Pot trained us hard. She might have held us back from the start but she constantly pushed us to that place beyond comfort and kept us there by a careful use of the whip and the bridle so that by the time we were allowed to rest after some three hours of training we were gasping round our bits and lathered with sweat. When she freed us from the traces in a clearing where Bryony and I had once picnicked, the two of us gratefully dropped to our knees in the soft loam. Honey Pot then emoved our bits and filled our water bowls.

'Thank you, Mistress.' I said as she bent to pour water for me.

'Well, what do you know?' She said. 'A talking pony.'

Bryony nudged me with her shoulder.

Then we were given permission to drink and we bent forward thirstily.

*

'Time to stretch.' 'Mistress' Honey told us after allowing us to slake our thirsts.

She made us sit on the grass and stretch out our legs then stretch forward as she leant gently on our backs. Then she had us roll onto our bellies to stretch our quads.

Bryony is naturally flexible but I have always had to work at it.

'I'm going to tell that Rubber Dolly of yours she doesn't make you stretch enough.' She said to me. 'You need more flexibility. You too Sticky. I bet you can't do the splits anymore.'

Bryony tried. She couldn't. She hadn't been able to since I'd know her. I know, I'd made her stretch a lot when I was training her - and for other reasons.

Then she made us roll onto our bound arms and lifted our legs one at a time stretching them over our heads. It was, if I'm honest rather enjoyable having this perky blonde holding my thigh and leaning her body against it.

She noticed I was enjoying too and gave me a saucy wink as she nestled my calf between her breasts.

'What?' Bryony sat up partly beside me taking in my swelling cock. 'Oh, for god's sake.'

'Another talking pony!' Chided Honey Pot.

'Sorry, Mistress.' Bryony looked down embarrassed by her lapse.

Mistress Honey stretched Bryony's legs too indulging in a little teasing of my fellow pony's pussy as she did it. Then she guided me back to the chariot, strapping me back in place.

When the traces were secure she gave me balls a squeeze.

'It's always nice to be appreciated.' She said with a saucy smile.

Then she began to unstrap my cock.

'How long has it been?' She said watching as my cock swelled to full size for the first time on what seemed ages.

'Five days.' Bryony called, belatedly adding the word. 'Mistress.' Then added, hopefully. 'And I've been in chastity too, by the way.'

'You don't have a great big cock though.' Honey Pot told her pulling down her jodhpurs and turning round away from me.

'I'm told you like anal.' She said looking back over her shoulder and sticking out a well rounded bottom beneath a tramp stamp of Celtic knots. 'Which is good 'cause that makes two of us.'

She pushed herself backwards and, grabbing my shaft slid it with surprising ease through her sphincter then straightened and eased me fully inside her, squeezing her sphincter.

'Ooohhh.' That's nice. She pressed her back against me. 'If only you weren't in that polo sleeve, you could play with my nipples.' She reached up and held my bridle to keep me against her as she slid her hips forward and then back again fucking me with her tight ring. Her other hand slid down to her pussy.

Looking over her shoulder, I could see Bryony glaring at us, well mostly at me. I tried to look back casually but it was difficult, very difficult. Fortunately, Honey Pot came to my rescue.

'Sticky.' The blonde was panting, clearly excited by having me inside her back passage. 'Why don't you come over here and join us.'

Bryony scowled but shuffled forward on her knees, glanced up once at me in an almost 'wait 'til I get you home' way and began to lap at Honey Pot's honey pot.

'Mmmm! Good girl.' Honey Pot squirmed, her sphincter doing all kinds of things to my rigid cock.

'I hope you're not about to cum, you naughty pony.'

'Nggshh.' I bit down on my bit trying to control the desire to pump her hard and shoot my load into her.

'You'd better speed it up, Sticky.' Honey Pot said gripping her hair and pulling her tight against her pussy. 'I don't think lover boy here is going to hold it in for much longer.'

I felt Honey Pot's bottom push back against me as Bryony redoubled her efforts.

'Ohh, you haven't lost your touch you naughty girl.' Honey Pot squirmed. 'Mmmmm.'

I couldn't hold on any longer; my balls spasmed and I thrust hard feeling her tight grip around my cock as pleasure erupted inside me and I erupted inside her.

'You naughty boy!' She chided, panting, almost there herself and a moment later she rocked herself back and forth ramming her buttocks against me and shoving her pussy into Bryony's face. 'Oh fuck, yes!' She gasped. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes.'

*