The Pony Couples' Race (Part 2)

CHAPTER 9: GOING DOWN AGAIN

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Bryony glared at me as she was strapped back into the traces. Her face was smeared with Honey Pot's juices and I could see frustration as much as anger in her expression.

I shrugged and grinned round my bit which didn't help her mood.

It wasn't as if I could have done anything about it.

We were probably saved from a pony domestic by Honey Pot stuffing some Jelly Babies into our mouths to give us a little energy boost before climbing back into to chariot and whipping us off at a trot as we strained to get ourselves and the chariot moving after our 'rest'. As we were leaving the clearing, another chariot and pony pair appeared; Goose driving Justin and Jo or perhaps I should say Frisky and Fanny. Frisky's blinder's were still closed but Goose had left Fanny's open which seemed reasonable given that she was making her first foray into the world of pony play. I could see she was enjoying it and doing her best to run at the rising trot Goose appeared to be insisting on. I wondered if she'd had them high stepping all morning.

Honey Pot whipped us hard up the slope as they went passed and steered us to follow them along the track. It was difficult to see much of the ponies other than Fanny's blonde mane but it did give us a lovely view of Goose's back including her bare shoulders, tight waist and perfectly rounded butt with that pink crotch strap disappearing between her firm cheeks. Like Mistress Carter's, hers was a standing chariot and I also got a chance to enjoy her long slim legs and those very tight shiny pink high heeled boots.

'I know what you're shinking.' Bryony shouted as we trotted along behind them. Then she gave a slight grunt as Honey Pot's whip admonished her between the thighs. 'Bidjh.'

We followed Goose and her two ponies and then, when the track widened, Honey Pot shook the reins and landed a series of well placed strikes to our buttocks spurring us to the canter. Goose responded, encouraging her own pair and we ran neck and neck for a few hundred yards then, as we approached the road, Goose whipped her pair to the gallop and they started to pull away. Bryony and I instinctively went to the gallop too but, frustratingly, Honey Pot pulled us back and when we fought against her she lashed us hard until we yielded.

We were going to be sore in the morning.

Trailing the other pair slightly I did at least get a chance to assess them and noticed that Fanny was clearly a well trained athlete; she was too solidly built to be a long-distance runner and even middle distance so I I settled for 400m or perhaps a long jumper. (I'm never off duty). Whatever her background, she was a natural pony and, combined with Justin's strength and stamina they were going to be serious competition if they kept training.

We hit the road with Bryony and I running just behind Goose's chariot and back up towards the village. I was less familiar with this part of the wood, Bryony and I tended to train on the track behind her farm but I knew that if we carried on we would take the ford and enter the village and if we dropped through the woods to our left we would be on the road where the annual mares race was held.

Goose went left leading us down a scarily steep bank, turning between trees, her chariot slipping on soft loam. It really wasn't a pony track and was almost certainly reckless but it was also thrilling; dropping at something between a trot and a canter constantly at risk of losing our footing and being more or less shoved along by the chariot. I couldn't help wondering even as I followed the reins and the whip whether Justin was at an advantage or disadvantage being blindfolded.

It was a question I never resolved, we hit the lower road to the sound of a very un-Goose-like whoop of excitement and turned to the right to follow her and her ponies up the long slow climb back to the village.

*

We toiled up the hill though went off the road at the top to avoid the village. Being on the road in tack was a bit naughty but two double chariots driving through the village was asking for trouble with the race committee (and the fact that two of the 'mares' were in fact 'stallions' would have caused apoplexy among some of the village old guard).

We thus followed trackways up to the top of the tourney field and then stopped gasping for breath round our bits (four of us anyway) to admire the view over the village towards the coast and the Dart estuary. It had become clear over the last half hour that Fanny was tiring; fit athlete she might be but running harnessed and bridled takes a little getting used to. Goose thus tipped Honey Pot the whip and guided her ponies towards the stable.

It had been a good work out and I hoped we might follow but Honey Pot had other ideas.

'Shall we go round again?' She asked rather rhetorically then flicked the whip and took us to the trot.

Honey Pot clearly had fewer scruples than Goose and, as she descended the tourney field she took us right and we emerged at the top of the village green. There were a few punters already gathered at the Mare in Hand but she had the good sense to keep us on the top road and rather than take the ford road, dropped behind the post office onto a less steep bridleway that wound down to the lower road.

*

After a gruelling second circuit, we arrived at Goose's stables at the best gallop we could manage, panting hard and grateful to be back. Even Bryony was winded by this stage.

'Well done.' Honey Pot said, drawing back on the reins and hopping from the chariot. She walked down and patted my bottom in the traditional manner causing Bryony to glance across. She clearly expected a pat on the bottom too (my wife is so competitive).

'Let's get these off shall we?' Honey Pot said taking my bridle and removing my nipple clamps without any warning.

I admit it. I screamed.

'Whimbb?' Bryony opined.

'Better get them done.' Honey Pot told me with a slight smirk. 'Then they'll be no more nasty surprises.'

I glared at her but she just winked and gave my balls a squeeze.

At that moment Goose emerged from the stables. She was still in her little pink outfit looking every inch the fetish mistress although her hair was a little less well tamed that before.

'Where do you want them?' Honey Pot asked her.

'Put them in the barn with Fanny.' She said gesturing with her whip. 'There are some restraints in there to keep them out of mischief.'

There were indeed restraints including heavy duty black single sleeves which Bryony and I soon found ourselves tightly strapped into. After a day in polo sheaths, even this form of bondage was quite a relief although, of course, Honey Pot didn't make my elbows touch. She did make us stretch though once she'd removed our harnesses.

Fanny knelt quietly in the corner, still harnessed and bridled, her blinders closed looking the picture of pony girl submission. She was also somewhat mud-spattered and generally grimy; a look that I had become quite fond of.

Honey Pot was just securing our collars to a ring in the floor when Goose came back. I noticed her cheeks were slightly flushed and then noticed her little pink number wasn't buckled in the quite the same way as before. I guessed someone had removed it and reapplied it hastily and suspected that, if Goose noticed, I that particular someone might just get his arse whipped.

I kept quiet.

Goose clearly hadn't noticed her deshabille and sauntered past swinging her hips flirtatiously. (Another un-Gooselike behaviour). I noticed she's traded the bladed whip for a pink riding crop.

'I thought we should complete Fanny's transformation.' She said holding up the tail and tinkling nipple bells she was carrying. 'She has been a very good girl today.'

More evidence that Goose wasn't thinking straight; this morning she'd whipped her slave's arse for being late.

Fanny lifted her head turning towards the sound of her mistress' voice.

I watched Goose bend (giving a lovely flash of pussy - that crotch strap had not been straightened) and, taking Fanny's reins, guided her to her feet. The helpless pony stood slightly unsteady and then followed obediently as Goose guided her to a wooden stall which was conveniently at waist height; then she bent the statuesque blonde over it. Lubrication clearly wasn't a problem, the woman's pussy was wet from her red letter day experience as a pony girl and Goose teased her with the tail plug before pushing it gently into her anus. It went in surprisingly easily and Goose raised an eyebrow suggestively as the new pony give a rather sexy gasp.

The tail was blonde and I suspected it might be one of Goose's own though probably wasn't her own hair. Goose had a waist length blonde plait and I doubted she would be giving up her hair that easily.

'Well.' Goose said. 'You clearly like your new tail. Shall we try the nipple bells for size?'

She lead the girl to stand her under one of the chains that had held Justin (sorry, Frisky) earlier. Reaching up she clipped the chain to the top of Fanny's bridle leaving the blonde balanced slightly precariously her pony boots. Good boots give the impression of hooves for the aficionados and keep a pony up on her (or his) toes; this makes it easy to run in them once you get used to it, but much harder to stand still.

The blonde's nipples were clearly visible where they poked through her leather bra and were equally clearly swollen and stiff from her treatment. She gave the same little gasp when the clamps went on as she'd given when the tail went in.

'My, aren't we a proper little pony now.' Goose said standing back and tapping the nipple bells so they jingled.

Fanny nodded a little too vigorously causing the chain above her head to tighten and make her wobble.

'Just one more initiation to got then.' The Goose said turning to face us and pulling out the riding crop. The only question is who will do the honours. 'I'd make Frisky do it but he'd enjoy it way too much and, besides, he's a little busy.' She laughed and, I noticed, blushed.

An image of Justin holding the bladed whip between his teeth came to mind. I guessed he was probably sweating and trying very hard not to drop it.

Goose pointed her crop at us.

'Eany, meany, miney, mo.' She swung the crop from one to the other and ended up on Bryony. 'Look who's the lucky one.

Bryony rolled her eyes. It was a bit unlike her but then she'd licked out the Honey Pot already and spent the day in harness after five days in chastity and still hadn't had the chance of a climax.

'You do remember how to do a girl.' Goose said as Bryony crawled forward.

'Oh, she remembers alright.' Honey Pot said lasciviously from the door of the barn where she'd been watching proceedings.

Bryony shot her a glance and earned herself a swat on the bottom from Goose's crop.

The sound attracted Fanny's attention and I saw her head turn.

Goose smiled evilly and sauntered towards her.

'Worried you're missing out, Fanny?'

The helpless blonde's head turned, the chain above her head clicking.

Goose stroked the leather blade of the crop over the top of Fanny's breast.

'Don't worry.' Goose said guiding the whip down the blonde's body. 'Mistress will ensure you have your share of fun.'

Fanny shuddered.

'Come along.' Goose encouraged, her whip reaching the front of Fanny's bare pussy. 'No need to be shy.' She pushed the crop between the woman's thighs. 'Spread those legs.'

Fanny obeyed, opening her sex to Bryony's tongue.

The blonde's gasp was even more audible this time as Bryony's tongue gently lapped at her pussy.

'Ooohhh.' She blonde moved on her boots, rocking slightly. The chain clipped to her bridle clicked as it held her upright.

'Does my little pony like that.' Goose teased using the whip to caress the bare skin of her pony's bottom.

'Mmmmm.' Fanny's voice sounded dreamy, her breathing suddenly uneven.

Goose swatted her with the crop.

'Uuhhh.' It was definitely a gasp of pleasure and she tottered again. It was a beautiful sight, the statuesque blonde teetering on her toes, completely helpless in harness and bridle, intensely aroused and being teased with a mix of pleasure and pain by her leather clad mistress and the kneeling pony girl.

Bryony pushed her tongue a little deeper and Fanny gasped again, rocking back and forth under the twin assaults of Goose's crop and Bryony's tongue.

She was clearly well trained for, when she reached the stage where she obviously wanted to cum, she struggled hard to control it, teeth grasping her bit, muscles tensing.

Good girl.' Goose teased slapping her right nipple with the whip in a way that was obviously designed to turn her into a disobedient slave.

There was a sudden gasp behind me and I turned to see Honey Pot standing in the doorway with her hand down the front of her jodhpurs. She was flushed and, when she realised Goose, Bryony and I were looking at her, her reddened more.

'What?' Honey Pot said. 'I don't need permission.'

Goose frowned and lifted the crop bringing it down quite hard on Fanny's buttocks which seemed a little unfair.

'You may cum.'

'Shang... uhhhh... uhhhhhh.' Fanny climaxed suddenly rocking on her boots and swaying violently, her body trembling as she tried to push herself hard against Bryony's face.

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CHAPTER 10: THE GIMP

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With Fanny satisfied, Honey Pot lead out of the barn and into one of the stables where she rather meanly left us chained by our collars to either end. Bryony looked particularly pissed off.

'It's alright for you.' She said pointedly. 'You've had the pleasure of miss fuck-me-anal-slut.'

I tried to point out that I hadn't had a lot of choice but it didn't go down very well.

'You can't imagine how horny I am.' She said squirming on her knees so that she sat on her leg. 'Five bloody days in chastity. I can't remember how long it is since I went that that long.'

Pointing out that it was probably before the last mares race didn't help. I'd enforced three weeks and, in the few days prior to the event she'd been so desperate she'd even begged for anal.

'And then there's being used as everybody's tongue slut.' She continued ranting, tossing her head to shake the hair out of her eyes in a way that only emphasised her helplessness and frustration and made me want to give her a bloody good spanking which no doubt would have lead to one of those kitchen table moments. As it was we were chained together (apart) in the stable, restrained like the slaves we were, awaiting our mistress' pleasure.

Goose arrived a while later with food and water.

'Have you two been naughty?' She asked with a smirk and she bent to place our bowls in front of us.

Bryony growled something incomprehensible earning herself two sharp raps across the breasts from Goose's crop. The blonde's pink leather outfit was now buckled up properly suggesting it had either been corrected or she'd taken it off again. I visualised Justin in her kitchen in little more than chains and perhaps a pinny preparing preparing food under Goose's direction. It wasn't a pretty sight.

Having chastised Bryony, Goose turned her attention to me perhaps expecting me to be chowing down without permission but like a good boy I was kneeling waiting for permission.

'Rubber Dolly has been training you well.' Goose said with a smirk. She really was in love! 'Perhaps I'll come back later and see if there are other improvements.'

She disappeared leaving bryony to glare are me before we bent to our bowls.

Eating like this is messy and without the use of our arms or each other's tongues we were going to have dinner on our faces until someone came to clear away. No matter how seriously you take your submission, you can't do the pet thing without smiling, especially when you see a pretty slave with spaghetti bolognaise smeared across her face. It was something that even lightened Bryony's mood.

*

We were just finishing when we heard the stable door open and looked up to find Honey Pot appearing with Eye Candy in tow.

'Thought I'd better be a responsible trainer and come check on my mares.' She said with a giggle suggesting that she and Eye Candy had already enjoyed a cocktail or two.

They were both dressed as naughty schoolgirls of the St Trinian's variety; hair in bunches, tight white blouses (with lacy black bras, obviously) and ties; gymslips and fishnet stockings.

I clearly went to he wrong school.

'We're off to a party in Exeter.' Honey Pot said. 'Shame you can't join us.'

'We'll think of you here, chained up in the stable.' Eye Candy teased. Her hair was bright red this week.

'But we've got ten minute until the taxi comes.' Honey Pot said. 'So we'll give you a little taste of what you're missing.'

They stood between us.

'Which one do you want?' Eye Candy asked.

'I've already had Sticky today.' Honey Pot said. 'Actually, I've already had Wimply too but that was up the arse.'

They giggled.

The two of them pulled down their knickers and advanced on us.

'Do a good job, PonyBoy and I might even let the two of you spend the night together.' Honey Pot said lifting her short green skirt.

What could I do? I was a slave on my knees, naked apart from a collar. I stuck out my tongue and did my best to please.

There are guys out there who might be horrified at my sudden foray into submission but sub or dom, there's nothing intrinsically demeaning about munching pussy; I've done it a lot since I met Bryony; mostly hers but during my trip to Argentina to play polo I sampled quite a few others too. I actually rather enjoy it. Maybe I am a wimp but there's something about licking a plump salty pussy, about using your tongue to tease and please a girl, to have her squirming and, if you're doing it right to hear her cry out as you bring her to climax.

Honey Pot has always been a screamer. It's probably why she and Bryony have their pony names; if Honey Pot could have kept her mouth shut (or had thought to bridle herself) then their friends wouldn't have found the two of them in full harness, with Bryony kneeling between Honey Pot's thighs with her fingers in the blonde's slit. From the way Bryony told it, if they'd have been discovered a few minutes earlier Honey Pot might have been called Golden Tongue and Bryony might have got the name Honey Pot.

Whatever the provenance of her name, Honey Pot was noisy. She was also horny and very responsive. Eye Candy was quite the howler too. The noise they made was certainly enough to bring Goose out into the yard. (She had Justin beside her, on all fours of course, and hooded).

'You are a good boy.' Honey Pot said with a wink as she lowered her skirt and slid her knickers back on. 'And you clearly enjoyed yourself too.'

I admit it, my cock was rampant.

'He's quite good with that too.' Goose said. 'You should try it some time.'

Honey Pot laughed. 'Already have Goosey.'

I saw Goose scowl. Honey Pot liked to be the queen bee and had given Goose a tough time growing up in the village. However, 'the gawky' Goose mostly didn't care now. Honey pot was a PA and Goose was a millionaire fund manager; money, of course, doesn't buy happiness but it didn't seem to be doing the Goose any harm.

'It is always a pleasure to serve Mistress Goose.' I told Honey Pot rather pointedly (and gallantly, I thought) looking up at her.

'Is it now?' Honey Pot glared back down at me.

'Just make sure he's in one piece when you've finished with him.' Goose said with a smile as she turned back to her eighteenth century manor house with her loyal pet in tow.

I've always supported the underdog but I realised as she walked away that perhaps defending the Goose at that moment had probably not been the smartest thing to do. It wouldn't be the first time she'd dumped me in it. I was aware of Bryony glaring at me too.

'I should punish you.' Honey Pot told me using the toes of her sandal to toy with my bouncing cock. 'But I'm not one to hold grudges.'

This was fortunate as she'd have me in harness all the next day. I thought it might have got away with it but then I notice the sinister smile cross her face.

*

The first part of my punishment was a harness gag with a very big ball.

I could have resisted but there wasn't a lot of point, I was chained and naked. Honey Pot pushed the ball into my mouth and strapped it tightly in place.

'There. That takes care of your impudence.' She said.

Unfortunately, it didn't do anything to quell my erection. Honey Pot is hot and who wouldn't want to be ball gagged by a hot blonde while helplessly strapped into a single sleeve? Eye Candy is hot too and, as Honey Pot was gagging me, she was playing with Bryony, her hands moving over my wife's captive body, teasing and tweaking, something Bryony was clearly enjoying.

'Candy.' Honey Pot said looking over her shoulder. 'Why don't you bring Sticky over here? I'm sure she'd like a turn on this magnificent cock.'

She went back to teasing me with her toes.

Eye Candy unclipped Bryony's chain (something very easy for a girl who hasn't got her arms strapped behind her back in a single sleeve) and led her towards me so she knelt facing me.

'Sticky's a hot little thing.' Honey Pot teased. 'I bet you get all steamy just thinking about her.'

Her toes were doing all sorts of things to my cock and then she pressed them against my balls.

'Sticky. Why don't you suck your lovely husband off now he's in the mood.'

Bryony looked up at the blonde slightly surprised presumably thinking like me that it didn't seem much like a punishment. Then she bent forward and took the head of my shaft into her mouth, sliding her lips down me in a way to nearly made me cum.

'Good, isn't she?' Honey Pot teased.

'Mmmm.' I nodded.

'Deeper, Sticky.'

Bryony lifted her bottom in the air and, leaning forward, took me further into her mouth.

It was fabulous but I knew there had to be a sting in the tail.

'You can do better than that.' Honey Pot teased. 'Take him right down.'

Bryony did, gagging slightly as my cock twitched.

'That's enough.' Honey Pot bent and, taking hold of the chain clipped to Bryony's collar pulled her off my cock.

It was disappointing and presumably part of my punishment.

'Hold her there for me.' Honey Pot told Eye Candy.

Eye Candy took hold of Bryony's chain holding her in place.

Honey Pot took hold of my cock and jerked hard.

I couldn't help it, I came my load; there and then right in Bryony's face. It was big one too; after five days in chastity I'd played pony boy all day and, though I'd had the relief of a quick anal session with Honey Pot, I was more than ready to go again.

Bryony glared at me; cum everywhere; spattered across her face, dripping from her eyelashes, up her nose, in her mouth and hair; a few splashes had ended up on her breasts too.

Honey pot laughed. 'I hope you have a fun night together.' She said standing up. 'Love the new look Sticky.'

'Taxi's here.' Eye Candy said pulling out her phone.

She and Eye Candy teetered out into the stable yard.

'Actually, you're very lucky you're gagged.' Bryony told me. 'Otherwise you'd be licking this lot off.'

'Shuuy.' I tried to apologise.

'Oh, you will be.' Bryony shook her head magnificently a she tried to shed some of my semen and keep her hair out of her face. 'But for the moment, I want that cock back in action so you're going to kneel there and enjoy the site of my helpless body then I'm going to mount you and you're going to give me the best fucking orgasm I've ever had or your life won't be worth living when we get home.'

'Ush, Mshdss.'

'Come on.' She bent and started licking my flaccid cock.

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CHAPTER 11: ANOTHER MISTRESS

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It was Sunday night and we'd had an exhausting day at the hands of Honey Pot. She seemed none the worse for wear after her night out. If she looked pale it was buried beneath layers of make up. We'd had a reasonable night too. My cock had responded (twice actually) and, suitably satisfied, Bryony had snuggled against me in a way that suggested she'd forgiven me for drawing down the wrath of Honey Pot.

After a day in harness running beside her, I was, surprisingly ready for more.

Fanny, now transformed back into Jo (though still naked and wearing nipple bells when we left Gosse's) was due to drive Goose back to London so Bryony and I had just been driven (pony style) down to Bryony's for what I hoped would be a fun night in the stables before Mistress Carter's returned in the morning.

We were kneeling in the yard of Bryony's farmhouse still harnessed and bridled but freed from the traces as Jo drove up in the Range Rover. She was still naked and, as far as I could see in the dark interior of the car, still wore her nipple bells.

'Don't worry about Frisky, he'll be fine.' Goose said as she walked towards the car. 'I've given Honey Pot the run of the place and I'm sure she'll soon be on the phone to Eye Candy.' Goose's lips curled into a dominant smile. 'Shame I've still got this.' She lifted the chain around her neck to reveal a key dangling between her breasts. 'You see, I do love him. I keep the key to his happiness right here by my heart.'

Justin was going to be in for a very frustrating night.

'I should probably tell you he's gagged too.' She grinned. 'I have the key to that too. I guess Honey and Candy will just have to play with each other. Maybe they'll let him watch. He won't be much use for anything else.'

She laughed to herself and waved at Jo.

'Which just leaves one more decision.' Goose leaned across the bonnet flashing pale cleavage in the V of her blouse. 'Which of you am I going to leave in charge.' She looked from me to Bryony and back again. 'The answer's obvious really.' She winked at me. 'Sticky.' Goose curled her finger.

Bryony gave me a sideways glance and sprang to her feet, scampering round to where Goose stood. I watched as she freed Bryony's arms.

'Take good care of him.' Goose opened the passenger door of the Range Rover and with a roar and screech of tyres they were were gone.

'It's not all that bad.' Bryony said extracting herself from her bridle. 'You did get the pleasure of playing pony to the lovely Honey Pot all weekend and you did have ample opportunity to ogle Goose's big firm ass.'

She came over and crouched behind me and released my arms from the polo sheath.

'Come along, Darling.' Bryony took up my leash and I dropped to all fours crawling behind.

Following her arse is always a pleasure though it was probably more fun when I could whip it in harness. Now, I was seeing it from a different angle.

*

'So you did the Goose...?' Bryony tied my leash to one of the kitchen chairs and bent rather fetchingly to take a bottle of wine out of the fridge.

'I mide have done.' I said as evasively as I could round my bridle. 'Misdresh.'

'I had no idea she was your type.' Bryony said archly finding a glass and pouring herself a generous measure. She seemed somewhat upset.

'Are you shubboshed do be doing zhad.' I asked trying to change the subject.

'Mistress Goose...'. Bryony said referring to what I'd called her the previous night. 'Left me in charge, PonyBoy.'

'Yesh, Misdresh.'

Bryony reached down and undid my bridle.

'Thank you, Mistress.'

'So when did this happen, this thing with Goose?' She took a sip of wine.

'Argentina.' I couldn't really understand why she might be upset; we had, after all agreed that we could hardly be exclusive in the hotbed of sexual tension that was a polo pony stable where ponies are controlled as much by their lust as the whip and the bridle.

'Oh.' She said. 'I thought you were there pining over that Maria Argenta and even turning yourself into a pony boy to please her and all the time you're quietly banging the Goose.'

'It only happened once.' I said more defensively than I should have. 'By all accounts you and Pretty Little Thing were happily munching each other regularly and most of the stablehands seemed to have enjoyed you.'

'Yes, but that's different.' She looked down at me sternly thought she did have the good grace to blush. 'I was in harness.'

'Obviously.' I said sarcastically, knowing I was risking a whipping in my current situation.

'Is there anyone else I should know about?' She waved Mistress Carter's whip vaguely threateningly.

'Miss Carter.' I said rather primly. 'I did Rubber Dolly too. Our Mistress...'

'Oh, we all know about that one.' She laughed sitting down on one of the kitchen chairs. 'The whole fucking stable noticed that one.'

I recalled it well. Rubber Dolly had been tied between two vertical poles by one of her trainers as a punishment. I'd come across her; vulnerable and utterly gagging for it. She really had made a lot of noise.

'She really is a slut.' Bryony said leaning forward to look down at me and spreading her legs as she did so.'

'That's our Mistress you're talking about I warned her.'

'Not tonight she isn't.' Bryony corrected sliding her fingers into my hair and tipping my head back. 'It's Mistress Bryony tonight, PonyBoy and don't you forget it.'

'Of course not, Mistress.' I looked up unable to suppress a grin as she sat there with her legs spread still harnessed and dirty from her day's training, her hair even more unruly than usual; I was sure I could still see smears of cum on her face.

She smiled and stood up again, taking up her glass and walking round me once; then she crouched in front of me, cupping my captive balls in her hand. My cock was already rising to the occasion. 'It's good to see how obedient you are.' She let go of my balls and unbuckled the cock straps of my harness freeing my swelling member then stood up, pressing her crotch against my face.

It was too tempting an offer to resist; almost immediately, I pushed out my tongue. She was salty and dirty and delicious.

'Whoa boy.' She grabbed my hair again. 'Mistress Bryony isn't going to let you off with a quick tongue lashing. Mistress Bryony is going to expect the full service. So, while Mistress Bryony soaks herself in a nice hot bath, I want PonyBoy to select her a suitably sexy outfit that he plans to worship her in and then present himself suitable cuffed and gagged ready for inspection in half an hour.'

It was a command I couldn't refuse.

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CHAPTER 12: SLAVE BOY

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Bryony had finished her wine and was on to the second glass by the time she emerged from the shower. She was stark naked, save for her collar, of course, her body pink and shining, her hair glistening and still wet.

She was still carrying Mistress Carter's whip.

She nodded in approval to find me on my knees collared cuffed and, for the second night in a row, gagged. I'd chosen a ring gag; I had a feeling my tongue was going to be pressed into service this evening and the gag was simply to prevent me talking.

'So, what have we here?' She sauntered over to the bed where I'd laid out a suitable outfit for her. 'You old romantic.' She said, clearly pleased.

I'd chosen some classic lingerie, a lacy white bra and knickers, fishnet stockings and stilettos; a perfect match for her collar.

'I hope you weren't thinking of Honey Pot when you picked these out.' She put town the whip and held up the stockings stroking her fingers across the mesh.

'Ng, Mshdrsh.' I shook my head.

'Good.' She smirked. 'Because, if you were, I'd have to punish you.'

She picked up the whip and walked round me tapping it against her palm.

'So, just remind me.' She said standing beside me. 'Who is your current mistress?'

I glanced up at her. Bryony liked to get her own way but she'd never taken on the dominant role so overtly.

'Ou are Mshdrsh.'

'And don't you forget it, PonyBoy.' She did that thing with the whip again but a little harder and I saw her grimace.

'So, PonyBoy. You've picked that outfit out, now I want you to dress me in it.'

'Esh, Mshdrsh.' I crawled to the bed and picked up the knickers holding them to allow her to step into them.

'Good boy.' She said as I slid them up. 'Though I think you need a little more practice.' She wiggled very sexily in front of me and I couldn't help leaning forward and brushing my lips against the lacy almost translucent front as if was kissing her. 'Careful!' She said. 'Don't make me punish you.'

I've heard about subs enjoying humiliation. I know Bryony enjoys it. I wasn't sure I did but this was enjoyable, frighteningly enjoyable; on my knees, dressing my wife in some delightfully sexy lingerie as she dominated me.

I picked up the suspender belt and clipped it around her waist.

'You know I might just make you wear this.' She said with a smirk.

I felt myself blush, memories of the incident with the maid's dress flooding back.

She turned and walked to the chair beside the bed. 'Stockings next.' She sat down extending her her foot towards me.

Picking up the fishnet stockings, I crawled towards her, the links of my chains clicking.

She pointed her toes and I slid the first stocking over them. Bryony had lovely small feet even if they are a little calloused from her training. She'd painted her nails tonight too, a lovely rust red that suited her skin tone. I gently slid the stocking up to her thigh, enjoying the way my hands were able to brush the skin of her legs. With my hand on her inner thigh I could feel the tone of her muscles. Pony girls are just so deliciously fit.

'Are you going to hold it there all night?' She teased.

'Shorry Mshdrsh.' I clipped the first suspender into place then the second.

'Clever boy.'

I took up the other stocking and slipped that on too, clipping it into place. Then she stood and turned and I clipped the last four suspenders into place. The knickers were high on her bottom exposing the delightful curve of pink flesh. I couldn't resist another gagged kiss.

'You know I could get used to being treated like this.' She said not admonishing me this time. 'Shoes next, I think.' She laughed and sat down again. 'I know what a foot fetishist you are.'

'Ysh, Mshdrsh.' I crawled and picked up the stilettos. They had five inch heels. I'd once confessed a liking for boots and shoes with heels and there were the sort of shoe I might just be temped to get down and worship. I slipped them on and buckled the little straps.

Then she stood up.

'Go on then. You know you want to.'

I did. I dropped forward before she could see me blush.

It was one of those moments that makes you shiver. I kissed the toe of each shoe gently and licked them, my body tingling with pleasure.

Maybe I really was submissive.

'Good boy. Perhaps if you're good, I'll put Mistress' shiny boots on later.'

I lifted my head and looked up at her. She was gorgeous. I realised I'd be happy to worship her all night.

'I don't expect you've ever put a girl's bra on before.' She said with an amused tone in her voice. 'Though you've clearly taken a few off.'

It wasn't entirely true. Many pony harnesses have a degree of breast support, even for girls like Bryony. When we'd first met, she'd stressed the importance of ensuring a girls' breasts were well supported. It was something I'd worked diligently at ever since.

I picked up her bra and she turned round.

'Ish your shlafe bermidded to shdand?' I asked in my best submissive tone.

'You may.'

I stood and lifted the bra over her head and she slid her arms into the straps then I guided it up to her breasts. With my hands chained it was slightly awkward but I eased the cups up under her little mounds, lifting them gently and pulling her back against me.

'Careful.' She said but she didn't resist.

I bent and kissed her neck, pushing my tongue through the ring gag.

'No drooling.'

'Shorry, Mshdrsh.' I wiped my cheek on her neck.

'It wasn't that bit I was worried about.' She rubbed herself against my erect cock.

*

Downstairs, I cooked for her (she let me wear an apron after a while) while she drank wine then she took out my gag and fed me as I knelt at her feet. Then we went though into the sitting room and she did the mistress'-legs-on-slave-back thing with me down on all fours.

'So, Mr. James'. She said as she sipped her wine. 'How long have you been such a submissive slut?'

'I wouldn't behave this way for everyone, Mistress.'

'Really?' She counted off. 'There's Mistress Carter, obviously and me and the Goose and then there was Maria Argenta and that hot Brazilian pony of yours.... That's five already.'

'Yes, Mistress.'

'Any more I should know about?' She asked.

'I don't think so, Mistress.'

I felt her move and then the tip of the whip started to tap against my cock.

'Because it seems to me you rather enjoy being a sub.' She teased.

'A bit more than I thought I might.' I said honestly. 'Mistress.'

'But would you rather be the one sitting up here?'

'Perhaps.' I grinned. 'Would you rather be the one down here?'

She struck my bottom with the whip.

'Sorry, Mistress.'

'You will be.'

She uncrossed her legs and put her feet on the floor spreading her legs.

'Time for you to earn your keep, slave.'

'Yes, Mistress.' I turned to face her looking up at my beautiful wife again in her lacy white lingerie. It was probably just as well I was in chains, otherwise I might have been tempted to jump on her and show her who was master, a temptation that was made even stronger when she leaned forward and kissed me.

I kissed her back fiercely, my hands going almost automatically to her small breasts as I pushed her back onto the sofa.

She squirmed away but only after wrapping her legs round my body and holding me tight against her. 'That's enough PonyBoy.' Her cheeks were flushed and she was panting. 'You're getting too eager.' She said, rebuking me rather half heartedly.

'Yes, Mistress.' I still wanted to take her. Fuck, I really wanted her. I was bigger than her and even in the chains I could overpower her.

'Why don't we start with a little more foot worship.' She gestured to her shoe with the whip.

'Or we could go upstairs and...'

'Foot worship, PonyBoy.' She said as firmly as she could though it was clear she was as up for hot sex as I was.

'Yes, Mistress.' I bent to her foot, kissing the leather of her shoe but not before I saw her do that lip biting thing she does when she's very aroused.

By the time I'd worked my way up to her thighs she was squirming and her knickers were so wet they were almost completely translucent.

'Would Mistress like me to help her out of her wet things?' I said kissing her thigh.

'What do you think, Slave?' She was so aroused her voice was shaking.

I picked one of her suspenders clasps in my teeth and, lifting it and then letting the elastic of the stocking snap it back.

Bryony gave a little gasp.

I think Mistress is getting way too involved with her abject slave.' I kissed the edge of her knickers.

'Probably.' She was panting.

I ran my tongue up the wet gusset of her knickers, pushing it into her pussy.

'Oh...'

I pounced, jumping up and pinning her down underneath me on the sofa. She squirmed but barely put up a fight before letting me pin her arms above her head; then she wrapped her legs around me waist.

'Bastard.' She gasped before kissing me fiercely.

'You've been a bad girl.' I told her.

'Oh fuck, yes.'

She pressed herself against me, arms sliding out from where I held them to wrap. around my body.

'You really do need to get me out of these wet things.'

I knelt up and began to pull her knickers down as as she wriggled up the sofa to let me. It wasn't pretty but it was very sexy.

'Fuck me, PonyBoy.' She said spreading her legs and offering me her dripping pussy.

'Like I said.' I told her pinning her down. 'You've been a bad girl.'

'Yes, Sir.' She said looking up at me and doing that lip thing. 'A very bad girl.'

I sat back on the sofa and lifting her leg over my head, she turned and crawled across my knees. The pressure of her body on my cock nearly made me cum.

With my hands chained I couldn't spank her hard but I gave her six firm slaps and she enjoyed every single one of them.

'Thank you, Sir.' She said contritely.

I tipped her off onto the floor and lay down on her feeling her guide my cock eagerly into her pussy. She was beautiful slick and wet and clearly wanted all of me inside her. I obliged just as eagerly and felt her tight around me.

It was one of those fucks when you're in just the right position and with my own pleasure building I was only half aware of her thrashing underneath me then she raked her nails across my back and curved her spine, lifting her hips to get maximum penetration.

It was heaven.

*

CHAPTER 13: MISTRESS RETURNS

*

'Wasn't that better than taking me from behind?' She asked a few moments later as we lay on the sitting room floor getting our breath back, my cock still deep inside her and showing no signs of wanting it to come out.

'It wasn't bad.' I teased.

'Wasn't bad?!' She gasped.

'You're a better submissive than your are a domme.' I told her.

'If I might point out, PonyBoy.' She said reaching up to grasp the chain locking my wrists together. 'You're the one in chains.' She squeezed her pussy around my cock to show she was in control.

'And you're the one who's just been spanked.' I told her making my cock twitch.

'I seem to recall I let you do it.' She said kissing me on the mouth.

'Of course, Mistress.' I kissed her back. 'After all, you were the one left in charge.'

She kissed me back. 'I was, wasn't I.'

'So what is Mistress going to do?' I teased.

'Mistress is going to take her slave upstairs then she's going to chain him to the bed and ride him like the submissive pony boy he is.'

'If you say so, Mistress.'

*

Half an hour later I was lying on my back on the bed with my arms and legs chained down and Bryony sitting astride my chest. She was still wearing her bra and stockings but hand't put her knickers back on.

As well as chaining me down, she'd regagged me.

'So, PonyBoy.' She teased. 'Who's in charge now?'

'Ou ar Mshdrsh.'

'And don't you forget it.' She slid down to my belly and bent to kiss my nipples then licked and bit them until I began to squirm. 'You're such a fucking wimp when it comes to your nipples.'

'Esh, Mshdrsh.'

She sat up and reached behind her undoing her bra and sliding it off to expose her pert little breasts with their multiple piercings.

'And to think what I went through to be a good little pony.' She played with the rings. 'You know I could call Cassie to come and pierce yours now.' She told me. 'It would be a nice surprise for Mistress.'

'Or de mshdrsh, Mshrsh.'

'So I am and I'll take that a yes?' She looked down at me in surprise. 'Bloody typical though! I offer to call Cassie to come and mutilate your body and you're immediately 'oh yes, mistress, please let the buxom blonde pierce my tiny wimpy nipples, mistress...'.'

I felt myself blushing. I'd capitulated to please her (and because I'd know it was inevitable) but the thought of blonde buxom Cassie coming down for a threesome like the one we'd had with our rubber clad mistress on our wedding night and a few times since was suddenly very appealing. It would't be wrong if 'Mistress Bryony' arranged it. After all, she was in charge and Tom had made Cassie offer herself to me for her lewd behaviour shortly after we'd met; an offer that I hadn't yet taken up.

'I know you're thinking about it.' She said sharply. 'You're more of a slut than me. Show you a pair of tits and you're all over them like a rash.'

'Shorry, Mshdrsh.' I looked up at her.

It was true, I am a bit of breast man; it is probably due to all those skinny athletes I've bedded. However, Bryony was way more than anyone I'd ever met even if her little mounds struggled even to live up to the phrase 'small and pert'.

I saw a smile creep onto her face.

'Mshdrsh?'

'Nothing, PonyBoy.' She grinned broadly. 'I'm just thinking I need to make sure you remember who your real mistress is.'

She slid up the bed and lowered her sex over my gagged mouth.

'Lick, PonyBoy.'

I licked, pushing my tongue though the ring of the gag enjoying the tang of her body.

'Just you remember that taste, PonyBoy.'

I remembered.

Then she began to slid her sex up and down my face, smearing her juices and probably some of my own cum too over me. I suppose it was only fair after the previous night.

Her sex went back to my mouth.

It didn't take long, my wife's a hot slut and it was easy to bring her off. I enjoyed doing it too. There's probably nothing I wouldn't do for Bryony (except maybe get my nipples pierced and I was wavering on that).

Then she stuffed her wet knickers in my mouth just to remind me of her as I slept and, wrapping herself around me, fell asleep.

*

Mistress Bryony had, unfortunately, forgotten to set an alarm so she was still harnessing me in the yard when Mistress Carter drove in. We might not have been ready but Bryony was already in her harness and boots and I think the taxi driver had a very pleasant start to his Monday morning at seeing a pretty redheaded pony girl bending over adjusting my boots. Then again, perhaps he preferred pony boys but it did appear his gaze was mostly directed at Bryony as he unloaded Mistress Carter's case.

Bryony dropped to her knees and put her hands behind her head as the taxi drove away and Mistress Carter came towards us.

'Been having a lie in?' Mistress asked archly.

She looked gorgeous, her pale skin gently highlighted by blusher on the cheeks, soft violet lips and those stormy grey eyes; and that was before you got to the black rubber blouse and white skirt that could be seen beneath her long creamy cashmere cost.

'We trained very hard this weekend, Mistress.' Bryony said.

'I bet you did.' Mistress Carter raised a dark accented eyebrow. 'Though seeing you like this makes me want to make you train even harder today.' She tousled Bryony's hair with a latex gloved hand. 'You've no idea how much I missed you.'

She looked at me. 'That's both of you, of course.' She sauntered toward me, her coat flaring open and revealing more of her lovely rubber clad body. She was wearing knee high leather boots with high spiked heels.

Her latex gloved hand reached down and squeezed my balls.

'I hope you've made full use of these while I've been away.' Mistress said to Bryony.

'Of course, Mistress.' Bryony said.

'Well, let's get down to it.' Mistress said suddenly shedding her coat and dropping it over her case. (Fuck, the rubber skirt really was tight!). 'We have to make the most of this week if Mike wants time off for his coaching event next weekend.' She snapped her fingers and Bryony leapt up, picking up her bridle and, pulling it over her head ran to stand beside me in front of the chariot.

Mistress reached up to help her fasten it.

It's a wonderful sensation, standing beside a beautiful pony being bridled by a beautiful mistress who's about to use you as a pony; especially when said beautiful pony has rubbed your bridle and bit through her sex, smearing it with her juices so that all you can smell and taste is her and the leather she's just strapped to your body.

It would have been even better if Mistress hadn't put us back into chastity.

PART II

*

CHAPTER 14: THE HORSEY SET

*

It was getting quite late when I reached the bar and I bought a beer.

After two months in harness, I felt it deserved one, after all, Bryony had indulged the previous weekend. I'd been coaching all day at a training camp near Stockport and had just got back to the hotel after an early evening seminar.

I didn't recognise anyone else in the bar so I just slid behind a table by the wall to check my phone and text Bryony, not that she was likely to be any position to see it or respond. I felt a flash of jealousy that she was, probably, even now chained up in Rubber Dolly's bed being forced to pleasure our lovely mistress.

'May I join you?'

I looked up.

It was one of the equestrian set; the ones that ride real horses.

It was unusual for them to mix with the track and field competitors but I guessed they had their needs as much as we did and perhaps she wanted to try something a little different. As I've mentioned before, these training camps are a hotbed of one night stands. Two years ago, I'd probably have been interested but I was now a married man with a mistress.

There were dozens of other free seats in the bar but I thought it would be rude to say no so I gestured that it would be ok to sit down. It didn't stop me indulging in a little sarcasm though.

'Going for a ride later?' I asked looking across the table at her.

Typically, she was still dressed in her Joules polo top, jodhpurs and riding boots. I didn't mind, in fact she had a nice tight body with neat little breasts and, I suspected very powerful thighs and the riding outfit showed all this off rather deliciously. She was even carrying her crop. Also typically, she had an upper class home counties accent.

'I have a pony that needs some exercise.' She retorted fixing the rather intense glare of her brown eyes on me. She had a quite a cute face with a little turned up nose and rounded cheeks.

'I'm Tabatha.' She said pulling out her phone.

My phone buzzed and I looked down.

'I've sent someone to put you through your paces.' The screen said. It was from Mistress. 'Her name is Tabatha.'

I looked up to see Tabatha smiling at me.

'I expect you to obey her as you would me.' Mistress continued via text.

'Shall we?' Tabatha said standing up.

I looked down at my half finished beer.

'Ok.' I sighed.

'I think you mean 'Yes, Mistress'.' She said taking up her whip.

I followed her out of the bar. On the positive side, she did have a gorgeous arse.

*

There was a horsebox parked outside and Tabatha unlocked it, opening the driver's door and climbing in.

'I normally put my ponies in the back but, if you want, you can ride in the cab for tonight.'

What could I do? I went round to the other side and climbed up into the passenger seat.

We drove out of the town towards the seafront and she parked up in a beachside carpark that only contained one of the car, a black Audi. The steamy windows suggested what it was doing there.

'I don't think they'll bother us.' Tabatha said with a smile. 'Now, get your kit off while I go round the back and find some tack.'

I could have argued or at least put up some resistance but I'd come this far and, somehow, this sort of situation didn't seem as bizarre as it should have. I signed and began to undress.

By the time Tabatha came back I was standing there in my boxers and, of course, my collar which until this point, I'd managed to hide with a suitable buff. It was early May and wasn't that cold but I could think of a number of reasons why I'd rather not be taking my clothes off on a deserted beach.

'All of it.' She said depositing a mass of leather straps and chains on the sand.

I sighed and slid out my boxers.

'I suppose it is a little cold.' She said pointedly looking down. 'Turn around.'

I felt the now familiar weight of a harness over my shoulders and caught the scent of leather; almost immediately my excitement started rise. If Tabatha had looked, she'd have found me bigger already. I could imagine Bryony rolling her eyes.

Tabatha tightened the girdle and then adjusted the shoulder straps.

I stood watching the waves rolling in under the moonlight.

As she finished tightening the harness (except for the crotch strap) I knew what was coming and put my arms behind my back.

'You are well trained.' Tabatha said as the slid the single sleeve up my arms.

It was the standard variety, not the polo sheath I'd become accustomed to. She pinned my wrists together and then worked up the back tightening straps.

I shuddered.

There's something delicious about being strapped into bondage, the tensions in your body as the straps are tightened, the gradual loss of freedom. I felt the pressure of Tabatha's body against my now useless arms and felt the firmness of her breasts as she leaned in to pull the straps across my my chest and secure the sleeve.

I shuddered again.

'Is my little pony boy cold?' She wrapped her arms around me pressing herself more tightly against me.

It wasn't really the cold that was making me shudder.

Her hands moved down my body.

'Oh.'

My cock was stiffly erect.

'I do like a pony that enjoys his work.' She squeezed me gently then slid my cock through the ring in my harness.

'I'm surprised Chrys doesn't keep you in chastity.' She toyed with my balls. 'But then again, perhaps she likes to ride you as often as she can.'

She lifted my cock and strapped it to the broad vertical strap at the front of the harness.

'I guess I might find a use for that later.' She whispered patting my newly restrained member.

Then she tightened the crotch strap.

This is, if I'm honest, another bit I enjoy, feeling the leather come up tight between my buttocks. Bryony says she likes it too.

'I must say I'm disappointed you're not pierced.' She said from behind. 'In my experienced, pierced ponies are so much more obedient. But then I've always got my whip.'

Something brushed between my legs and I took a step forward.

'I've got his too.'

She was kneeling behind me suddenly cupping my balls with her arm between my legs. Then, quickly, she slipped something over them. I heard metal ratchet shut. It wouldn't be the first time I'd been run with a restraining rein. I remembered Justin's metal ring and thought of the chastity device that came with it.

Tabatha clipped a rein to the ring round my balls and stood up.

'Open.'

I obeyed, opening my mouth as the bridle was lowered over my head and she guided a large leather covered bit between my teeth.

I shuddered again as she pulled the straps around the back of my head and started to buckle the bridle in place.

It takes several minutes to adjust a pony harness to make it fit well and Tabatha was clearly well practiced.

'I like this, by the way.' She fingered my collar. 'I really must get my pony one. Between you and me, she loves a bit of humiliation.'

Her hands moved onto my chest and played with my nipples. 'Such a shame. Maybe for next time.'

She stepped away.

'Don't go away.' She said.

I stood harnessed and bridled and with my arms restrained as she went back into the horsebox. I glanced over at the Audi seeing what I thought might be stockinged leg brush the window.

'I don't think we need boots tonight. You'll be running on sand and they're a bugger for Julie to sort out if they get salt water in them.

She began to clip the shafts of a gig to my harness.

*

She trained me for at least two hours, making me run up and down the beach, zigzagging me across the sand and even steering me into the waves. The soft sand was tough to run on and pulling Tabatha in the gig was hard work; I was soon panting hard and sweating profusely so that plunging into the cool of the waves was surprisingly welcome despite the chill of the late evening and the breeze. Tabatha was a real task-master (mistress); when she said she wanted a high trot she expected to get it; thighs horizontal, knees at right angles and if she didn't get it I felt the whip across my haunches; she was as skilled as any Mares knight or polo player come to that; the same was true when she shook the reins and set me to the gallop; nothing short of full out effort was acceptable.

Maria-Argenta had been demanding and Rubber Dolly was pretty strict but Tabatha demanded maximum effort and perfection. I got the feeling her event might be dressage.

I'd never thought of myself as a dressage pony.

By the time we finished, I was exhausted and, as she guided me back towards the horse-box I could barely put one foot in front of the other.

She drew me to a halt with the ring around my balls and I stood, slightly unsteadily as she climbed down out of the gig.

'Good boy!' She said, clearly impressed. 'Chrys must be very proud.'

Needless to say, she patted my bottom. This was a behaviour I might have to review when (if) I ever regained my status as driver rather than a pony.

'I think we need to get you back to the stables for a rub down.'

After all I done for her, I hoped this carried all the implications I thought it might. It seemed only fair: a ride for a ride; and Bryony would understand.

Now that I'd stopped, I realised just how cold it was.

She took my reins and lead me round the back of the horse box, pausing to unlock it before leading me inside. It took her only a moment to unclip me from the traces and the shafts and I stood patiently as she stowed the gig. Out of the wind, it was warmer inside the box; my teeth weren't quite chattering on the bit I was cold and I rather hoped I'd be dressed soon enough.

Unfortunately, Tabatha had other ideas and lead me into one of the stalls.

It was clear I wasn't going to be riding back in the cab.

When she told me to, I knelt down and she clipped a series of straps to my harness and bridle.

'Don't want you rattling around in here when we go over any bumps.'

This might be a horse box but this particular stall was clearly set up for a two legged pony.

And to think, all these years, I'd given the equestrian set a wide berth.

*

CHAPTER 15: THE EQUINE CAMP

*

It's fair to say, the ride back was not comfortable and without the use of my arms there was little I could do make things any better. The straps on the front, back and sides of my harness stopped me hitting the wooden sides of the stall when we turned a corner and the strap to the top of my bridle probably prevented any whiplash but I was grateful when we stopped and a bit nauseated.

'You look pale.' Tabatha said as she climbed into the back of the box and began to unclip the straps holding me in the stall.

The bit was still between my teeth and, although I probably could have said something I decided against it. She was, after all, still carrying her whip and I was still cold. I settled for a sullen glare.

'Would you prefer I take you back to you hotel?' She asked, clearly knowing she held all the power here.

I shook my head.

'Good boy.' She tousled my hair. 'Oooh. Somebody needs a shower.'

That was something I could relate to though I did feel a twinge of guilt as I thought of Bryony, probably by now asleep on her own in chains in the stable.

Hell! Who was I fooling, she was probably chained to Rubber Dolly's bed, the two of them having spent several hours hard at it after a busy day's training. Besides, my beloved had a day in Terry's studio planned for later in the week where there was little doubt she'd spend a very happy day in tight bondage and, if she was lucky, have a chance to enjoy the full attention of Terry's new resident dominatrix.

Unless, based on her performance the previous weekend, she'd taken that role herself...

My own equestrian dominatrix lead me out of the box and I found myself, not unsurprisingly, in a stable yard lit by a number of floodlights. I could smell horses (real ones) and a few of them watched me over the doors of their stables.

It really was getting quite cold and the sweat on my skin had cooled so, much as I was enjoying being a pony boy I was trying not to shiver and was quite relieved when Tabatha lead me towards what looked like some sort of wooden bunkhouse.

It was pleasantly warm inside and after the rough stone of the yard and the pounding they'd taken on the beach, the wooden floorboard were a lot kinder to my feet. Feeling slightly more comfortable, I began to take an interest in my surroundings, notably the tight bottom and firm thighs just ahead of me. I've always enjoyed the sight of a pretty girl in boots and typically the shinier and higher heeled the better; I realised now I quite enjoyed stable boots too, even if they do have rather sensible heels.

I was almost relaxed despite being lead naked and restrained into a strange building by woman I didn't know; but then again, it wouldn't be the first time.

Judging by the way my life was developing these days, it was unlikely to be the last.

It did come as a bit of a shock, however, when a door suddenly opened to one side and another woman came out; a girl really, nineteen, perhaps twenty. She looked equestrian if it is possible to judge such things; well, her brown hair was drawn back into a pony tail, and she looked the horsey type; she was a little plumper than Tab and her breasts were larger but I could see her thighs were toned under a thin layer of fat. She was wearing some very trashy looking pink lacy lingerie which would, I thought despite its colour, have disappointed Goose; a satin half cup bra in which her breasts wobbled gently and knickers that were just a little more substantial than a thong. She also wore a collar, a narrow band of shiny steel that seemed to be locked in place. Her hands were held behind her back and, when she turned slightly, I could see a similar steel bands around her wrists.

It all made perfect sense.

'Oh.' She said spotting us. 'Hi, Tab. Sophie was just getting worried.'

There was a nasal northern quality to her accent that was at odds with Tabatha's.

She peered at me and broke into a smile. 'Nice.' She said with genuine pleasure that lit up her large brown eyes and brought out dimples in her rounded cheeks.

'Would you like me to stable him for you, Ma'am.'

'Do you have somewhere to be Robyn?' Tabatha asked, rather sternly, I thought.

'Oh, yes. Sorry, Ma'am.' The girl turned confirming that her hands were indeed cuffed and showing me a latticework of welts across her lovely full bottom. She was clearly about to scamper away when voice called from the room out of which the girl had just emerged.

'Tab, is that you?'

This, I knew was another of the equestrian set, she had the same refined accent as Tabatha and a moment later appeared; slim and toned; blonde with expensive looking highlights in her hair and and a narrow elfin face. Like Tabatha, she was wearing jodhpurs and boots; though, unlike Tabatha, she was topless. For a slim girl, the blonde had a pretty impressive pair of breasts, easily double-Ds if I'm any judge and, I noticed, they were covered in bite-marks. By this stage, it was no surprise to me that she was holding a riding crop.

'Oh!' She said catching sight of me and giving me the once-over with a flick of her eyes, grey-blue under heavy lashes. Then she looked back at Tabatha. 'So that's where you've been.'

The blonde turned to Robyn. 'Get along, Robyn. Nothing to see here.'

I was clearly just your run of the mill pony boy in full bridle and harness!

'Yes, Mistress.' Robyn turned away.

The topless blonde swatted Robin's bottom with her crop watching for a moment as she tripped her way down the corridor and then turned back to me.

'I was getting slightly worried.' Sophie leant over and planted a kiss on Tabatha's cheek.

'He didn't give me any trouble.' Tabatha replied cooly.

Sophie smiled. Her lips were coloured a pale blue-pink.

'I can see that.' She said looking at me, helpless in my harness and bridle.

I did my best to look at her eyes and not her breasts. She had the same lipstick on her nipples.

'He belongs to Chrys'.' Tabatha said.

The blonde's smile became more genuine as she appraised me me again. 'How is the lovely rubber slut?'

I wasn't quite sure who the question was aimed at and was trying to decide if I should formulate a reply about the health of my mistress when Tabatha saved me the effort.

'Same as ever. She's training him for the couples' race.'

'I hope he's one of a matching pair.' The blonde pushed her way past Tabatha and studied me more closely, tracing her whip over my chest.

'Running with his wife apparently.' Tabatha told her.

'Shame.' The blonde's inspection progressed down my body. 'Is he any good?'

'I'm about to find out.' Tabatha said coyly.

'You know what I mean, Tab.' The blonde gave a short laugh and flicked her crop against Tabatha's bottom.

Then she reached out and touched my tightly strapped cock. 'I suppose it is cold outside.'

I looked up trying not to blush.

'Actually, he's not bad.' Tabatha told her as I stood bridled and silent, my cock responding rather impressively, I thought, to Sophie's touch. (It had been pretty cold outside).

'He's here for the week.' Tabatha said. 'You can train him tomorrow if you want to.'

'I might enjoy that.' Sophie squeezed my balls. 'I can see he's very responsive.'

'Is Julie ok?' Tabatha asked.

'Yes, she's fine. I checked on her an hour ago.' Sophie said stepping to the side and tracing her whip over my buttocks. 'No tail?'

'No piercings either.' Tabatha reached up and pinched one of my nipples.

'Shame.' Sophie stood close behind me. 'Chrys is usually so thorough.'

I was beginning to understand the pleasure of humiliation.

At that moment, Robyn reappeared.

'Did you forget something?' Sophie said from behind me.

'Sorry, Ma'am I couldn't get them back on.'

She still wore her bra but not her knickers.

'Get in there.' Sophie gestured to her room.

'Yes, Ma'am.' Robyn disappeared.

'Until tomorrow then.' Sophie said slipping past me, her hand sliding across my bottom.

'Come along, pony boy.' Tabatha pulled on my reins and I followed her along the corridor.

*

Julie it turned out was Tabatha's stable girl, just as Robyn was Sophie's.

Unlike Robyn, Julie, it seemed had been rather naughty or neglectful of her duties and was being punished. She stood in the centre of Sophie's room balanced on her toes on two narrow wooden blocks that were about two feet apart. She wore a heavy bridle over a black leather hood that was chained to a beam above her head and behind rather than above the blocks forcing her to lean backwards, her spine arched, as she held herself up by her arms which were stretched towards the corners of the room in front of her as she clung desperately to a pair of handles to stop herself falling back off the blocks; just to make things interesting there were clamps on her nipples which were chained to the beam in front of her. It was a beautiful predicament that forced her to keep her balance on her toes; letting go of one of the handles or falling off the blocks would have left her dangling by the bridle and probably her nipples too given that the clamps were clover style.

Needless to say she was naked.

It was an intensely strenuous position and her muscles, especially those of her calves and thighs stood out, sharply defined under the light above her head. Her skin shone with sweat and I could smell her scent.

'I love tormenting redheads.' Tabatha told me. 'You can almost smell their pain.'

Julie whimpered into her gag.

The bridle was heavy black leather, the gag a huge black ball, and eye pads covered her eyes.

The whole effect was to make her look like a creation from the delightfully devious mind of Robert Bishop.

'Kneel over there.' Tabatha told me.

I did as I was told, watching as Tabatha pulled up a chair and stepped on to it to unclip the top of Julie's bridle from the chain. She then freed the helpless girl's nipples eliciting two shrieks of pain before helping her down of the block.

The little redhead moved her hands up towards her abused nipples but Tabatha batted them away.

'Kneel.'

Julie dropped quickly to her knees though she moved stiffly, still bridled and blindfolded, then lifted her hands and put them behind her head.

*

I watched as Tabatha pulled up a stool and sat down in front of her kneeling stable girl and, apparently, personal slave.

'Boots.' She said extending her right leg and the kneeling girl reached out blindly, grasping the boot and began to pull.

I gathered it wasn't the first time she'd pulled her mistress' boots off while hooded.

I couldn't help feeling rather jealous, kneeling harnessed and restrained.

Freed from her boots, Tabatha stood and I tried not to watch as she stripped off very unselfconsciously. What I really mean is I tried not to get caught watching; she really did have a lovely toned body and gorgeously muscular thighs; I'm hardly a masochist but I rather fancied the idea of them wrapped around my head as I performed my submissive duties. Perhaps Julie would do the same for me.

'You are a naughty boy.' Tabatha told me bending over me, the pink nipples of her perky little breasts dancing in front of my face. 'But if you really want a good look, I'm not proud.' She turned and bent forward giving me a close up view of her tight bottom with its lovely brown ring before sliding a hand between her legs and parting her pink labia.

My cock twitched in its restraints as I caught her scent.

Then she stood up and turned to face me again.

'The only question is who gets to lick what.' She lifted her hand to her lips and licked her fingers. 'Einy, meany, miney, mo...'

Still looking at me, she picked up her whip then stepped behind Julie and began to undo the kneeling girl's bridle. The gag really was huge and it took a few moments to ease it out of Julie's mouth.

'Come here.' She beckoned me stepping back in front of the kneeling girl who may have been relieved of her bridle but was still hooded.

I crawled forward.

'A little closer.'

I was kneeling in front of her pussy with Julie kneeling behind her bottom.

Tabatha unclipped my bit and slipped it out of my mouth.

'Don't be shy.' She pulled my face against her body, clutching at the sides of my bridle. 'It's time to thank your mistress for training you.'

I pushed out my tongue tasting her salty slit.

'Come along, Jules!' Tabatha said reaching behind her. 'Don't let me down again.'

There was only one place for Julie's tongue to go.

'Oh, yes.' Tabatha said, her voice suddenly breathy. 'Good girl.' She tottered forward slightly and I thought Julie probably steadied her holding on to her thighs.

I just knelt and licked like the good boy I am and Tabatha swayed on her toes enjoying the pleasure of our tongues, her climax building. She still held the whip and from time to time reached round to encourage Julie in her labours or bent over and landed similar encouragement on my bottom.

Her climax when it came was surprisingly loud. I felt sure Sophie and Robin would have heard it.

*

CHAPTER 16: RIDDEN

*

'Not bad.' Tabatha said coming down off her toes. 'I might just keep you.'

I watched her bend and retrieve her knickers.

'And you my little stable-slut are forgiven.'

Forgiven she may have been but that didn't stop Tabatha from stuffing her knickers in the girls's mouth and taking a stocking from the end of the bed to secure them. She used the other stocking to bind the girl's wrists behind her back and then, lying her down, used a belt to strap her ankles together.

'She's used to it.' Tabatha said by way of explanation. 'Besides, I'll have to untie her at five to start work on the horses.' She smiled. 'I guess I'll have to take that hood off too, won't I darling.' She smiled towards Julie then turned back to face me. 'Which gives us a good four hours my well hung stallion.'

A man must take the complements he can in life.

And with that she sat on the bed, spread her legs and pulled my face against her pussy again. I gave her another orgasm and then she released my cock; well, all but one strap round the bottom. Then she mounted me and when I say she rode me, I'm not exaggerating. She kept my hands bound in the sleeve and put me on my back moving between my tongue and my cock, all the while giving me full exposure to that tight body and those powerful thighs. Just like everywhere else, her pussy was gorgeously tight and at one stage she milked me almost to orgasm with just her pelvic muscles; squeeze, pump, squeeze... Without the strap I'd have cum my load like a man with first night nerves but the strap held me back and and so did her 'grip'; she was good, very good, teasing me mercilessly until I was grinding my teeth in frustration.

Finally, after her fifth or perhaps sixth orgasm she let me cum.

'I know what pony boys like you want.' She said teasingly, holding me just one the edge and sliding down onto my cock again gripping me (thighs and pussy) and playing with her nipples. 'You want a firm hand.' She pushed my bit back in and secured it. 'You want a girl who's going to put you firmly in your place.' She squeezed again, arching back. 'Total control.' Another squeeze. 'Do you want to cum?'

'Mmmmm!' I nodded vigorously, my bridle jingling.

She squeezed her thighs and pulled me deeper inside. It was heavenly.

'Well, you have been a very good boy tonight.'

She squeezed again.

'But if you want to come back, we are going to have to see about those nipples.'

I nodded. It's probably just as well I was bridled or I'd have begged.

She squeezed again and I erupted inside her, thrusting up and lifting her almost clear of the bed, my hips bucking repeatedly. Any other girl would probably have lost her balance but Tabatha just sat astride me with an amused smile on her face as I relieved myself of a week and four hours of frustration.

*

I wasn't surprised to find Sophie waiting for me when I got back to my room the following evening. She was dressed in full riding gear complete with hat and whip. Tabatha had dropped me off a little before six in the morning and I'd managed a couple of hours sleep before a full day's coaching in the stadium. I had found five minutes to call Bryony but I'd got her 'I'm a little tied up message' and knew it was true.

Gorgeous and big-breasted as Sophie was, I could probably have done with a night off but she was holding a whip and her jodhpurs were very tight and her boots very shiny.

It wasn't a beach this time but a bit of wasteland and some trails leading into woods and, in a very enjoyable twist (not that I got to see much of it) Sophie was naked too. She was still naked when we drove into the equestrian camp and, I'm pleased to say, I was sitting in the front seat enjoying the sight of the big breasted blonde beside me. It's just a shame I was still harnessed and restrained.

Tabatha was waiting for us and didn't seem at all surprised that her colleague was as naked as the day she was born (aside from the riding hat and boots).

'You're going to get caught one day!' Tabatha admonished.

'Haven't yet.' Sophie planted a kiss on Tabatha's lips that was quite long.

'What did you think?' Tabatha asked pulling away eventually and gesturing towards me as I struggled to climb out of the cab with my hands restrained behind my back.

'He's good.' Sophie said turning to look at me. 'But he lacks stamina.'

'I wouldn't say that.' Tabatha said with a smirk.

'I meant between the shafts.' Sophie told her. 'We all heard how well he lasted last night.'

Tabatha really had made a lot of noise when she'd climaxed.

'Anyway.' Sophie continued. 'Did I miss anything.'

'Jules has been a naughty girl again.' Tabatha said matter-of-factly. 'Robin and the other girls tied her to the gate and pelted her with dung then made her crawl across the yard on her belly after they'd mucked out.'

'Rather you than me later.' Sophie said.

'Oh, it's fine.' Tabatha reassured her. 'She's been through the trough a dozen times until her teeth were chattering. She's in the sauna now.' She looked at me. 'Just the six of them, naked and with a good supply of birch twigs.' A smile playing on her lips. 'Perhaps you'd like to join them, PonyBoy.'

Sophie grabbed by bridle. 'Me and pony boy have earned a little time by ourselves.'

Tabatha shrugged and Sophie lead me inside.

*

'Down.' Sophie said, pointing to a spot on the floor with her whip.

I dropped to my knees like a good pony boy.

Sophie's room was much like Tabatha's with a single bed (notably with a pair of handcuffs locked to a bar of the headboard) and a lingerie strewn chair. There was no stable girl undergoing punishment in this one but there was a basket with a chain and collar lying in it it that looked like it might be where Robyn spent her nights when not required by her mistress. There was also a stool with a saddle on it that looked as if it was for a rather small horse or, presumably a buxom stable girl. There was a pair of play hooves too to go over a girl's hands.

Sophie stood behind me and undid my single sleeve then gently massaged my shoulders as I stretched them.

'It's always important to give one's mount a good rub down after exercising him.' She said, her fingers kneading my stiff muscles beautifully.

'Yesh, Mishdresh.'

'You should stretch more.' She said, pushing me forwards and pulling my arms back. 'It would improve your stride.'

'Yesh, Mishdresh.' I knew she was right.

She pulled me upright on my knees and began to remove my harness.

'Tabatha wasn't wrong.' She said as she slid the cock ring over my tackle. 'You are quite the stallion.'

'Shang u, Mishdresh.'

She squeezed me gently and then stood up. I thought she might lead me to the bed but instead she picked up the saddle and threw it over my back. It clearly wasn't just for buxom stable girls.

'I do enjoy a good ride.' She said buckling the girth strap under my chest.

Then she strapped me into the hoof-mitts, took up her whip and mounted me.

She wasn't that heavy but it did feel awkward with her full weight on my back as she tucked her booted feet into the stirrups especially after two hours of training in harness.

'Shame you didn't bring your tail.' She said. Then she took up my reins and slapped me hard on the bottom with her crop. 'Walk on.'

I crawled forward on my hands and knees.

'Come on.' She urged, clicking her tongue in the way horsey people do. 'Robyn can do better than this.'

I crawled faster.

She hit me with the crop again kicking me in the ribs with her boots (no spurs this time fortunately) and guided me out into the passageway. At the end she turned me left and drove me on further.

Somewhere ahead, I could hear a lot of girly giggling and suddenly a door opened, steam spilling out into the corridor followed by a naked girl I hadn't seen before. She was dark skinned and had short dark hair. She was followed by Robyn and then another girl leading Julie by a string that was tied to a pair of nipple clamps. Julie was bridled and her blinders closed effectively blindfolding her. Her bit had been replaced by a ring gag; her arms were cuffed behind her back at the wrist and elbow.

I watched the leading girl turn and kiss Robyn on the lips, her hands going to the buxom stable girls impressive breasts. As they broke apart both of them giggled then Robyn noticed us.

'Good evening, Ma'am.' She said then looked down at me and grinned. 'How was your new mount.'

'He's not bad.' Sophie replied. 'A little stiff.'

The girls giggled and as Robyn and her partner pushed past us, the buxom Robyn bending down and squeezing my cock. 'Very stiff, I'd say, Mistress.'

The pair ran off giggling but not before Robyn or the dark skinned girl (I didn't see which) had given me a slap in the buttocks.

'Hi, Soph.' The girl leading Julie was a redhead too, though more strawberry blonde than the stable girl; she paused in front of us causing the blindfolded Julie to walk into her. The redhead's voice and her manner suggested to me she was a rider rather than a stable girl. 'Jules has been a bad girl again.'

'So I hear, Cress.' Sophie pulled me to a stop. 'I'm sure you can show her the error of her ways.'

Cressida smiled and leant forward to kiss Sophie then lead the helpless Julie passed us. From the welts on her bottom, it suggested that Cressida had already made a good start at the disciplinary process.

Sophie drove me on past the open door of the sauna where I saw the other two girls still inside, one bent forward over the benches with her legs spread and the other fucking her from behind with a strap on.

*

CHAPTER 17: GYMKHANA

*

An hour later, we were all assembled in the common room: Tabatha and a chastened looking Julie, Sophie (plus her trusty steed, of course) and Robyn (once again dressed in trashy pink lingerie), Cressida, the redhead with her stable girl (and presumably part time pony girl) Sally (the dark skinned one who'd snogged Robyn when they'd come out of the sauna); and the fourth member of the squad (Portia) with her pony (Tracey) still wearing the strap on with which she'd been pleasuring her mistress in the sauna.

Julie's wrists and elbows were still cuffed behind her back but she was no longer bridled and her nipple clamps had been removed. She knelt beside her mistress, naked and leashed but apparently undaunted despite her punishment; the marks of the birch twigs or whatever they had used clearly visible across her lovely firm body. Robyn was restrained in a single sleeve and kneeling beside Sophie who was still 'riding' me. The other 'riders' clearly took their discipline seriously too; Sally was strapped tightly into a leather straight jacket (one that exposed her breasts) and muzzled and Tracey knelt at her mistress' side with her arms strapped to her sides and her wrists cuffed to her thighs.

'I do believe it's Tuesday.' Tabatha said with a broad grin. She was dressed in a blouse, a pair of red knickers and nothing else, her little breasts clearly outlined behind the thin white fabric of the blouse.

'Race night.' Said Sophie from my back, kicking her heels into my sides.

Oh joy!

Fortunately, I soon realised it wasn't me that was racing and had the pleasure of seeing Julie, Robyn, Sally and Tracey lined up on the start line. All still in bondage, they were lying on their bellies. It was an unusual position from which to begin a race but all four girls now found themselves encumbered by a frog tie as well as their original bondage so it was either that or kneeling. Sophie guided me forwards to put them under starter's orders.

'Ready, steady... go!'

There was cheering as all four girls leapt forward which is to say they all began to squirm and struggle and wriggle wildly; Julie and Robyn parted their legs and squirmed along on her bellies while Sally in her straight jacket opted to pull her knees up under her body and Tracey, still encumbered by the strap on and with her wrists strapped to her thighs rolled onto her side. It was clearly tough going and before any of them were half way they were all panting hard, particularly Sally who was still muzzled. However, from the outset it was Julie who lead the field somehow managing to crawl or, more accurately, lurch along on her knees and shoulders. She reached the other end of the hall at least three lengths in front of her nearest rival (dark-skinned inchworm, Sally) and way ahead of sidewinder Tracey.

Having taken this lead, Julie paused to gather her breath amid a din of encouragement from the four mistresses then turned and began to make her way back.

It was delightful to watch all of them; they were all impressive athletes. Julie's body was superbly toned and she was clearly utterly determined, wriggling, writhing bouncing as if she didn't care about the knocks she took. If she spent as much time on punishment duty as it seemed, it wasn't that surprising she was kept in trim. Robyn wasn't as svelte as the other three but seemed just as able and was probably more fun to watch because as she struggled, her breasts soon worked free of her bra and her knickers were soon round her thighs; with these additional encumbrances, she quickly resorted to a sideways on motion giving me a fabulous view of her bouncing breasts. Sally was more measured as she lunged her was along on her breasts and belly, pulling her knees up each time with a display of crunches that would have left the most ardent of gym-bunnies green with envy; the move lifted her toned bottom into the air each time and it wasn't the least bit surprising when Cressida stepped up behind her with a crop to encourage more effort. Only Tracey was really left behind, trying to squirm along on her side with the big ribbed dildo bouncing obscenely. Portia soon waded in to encourage her further, liberally applying the crop to her buttocks and breasts. 'Please, Ma'am...'. The helpless girl begged as her mistress struck her repeatedly, clearly targeting her nipples in a flurry of blows. She was really trying but her bondage and the bouncing strap-on gave her too much of a disadvantage.

There was no doubt who was going to win even when buxom Robyn tried to slow Julie on her return trip much to Tabatha's howls of displeasure. It allowed Sally to catch up a bit but Julie soon broke free despite Robyn trying to roll on top of her and soon the perky little redhead was back at her mistress' feet, panting and flushed. Sally finished second and then Robyn and I watched the two of them press their lovely bodies together, congratulating each other with a kiss before squirming back to their mistresses.

Needless to say, Tracey was last and the poor brunette had to endure six of the best over her mistress' knee.

'Shall we make the next one a handicap stakes?' Sophie asked.

'If we must.' Tabatha shrugged bending to increase Julie's bondage by putting her into a hogtie using two cords attached between her big toes and two braids of hair.

Cressida added nipple clamps to Sally's bondage meaning that she'd have to endure landing on clamped nipples as she wriggled along or use a different technique.

'What about Robyn?' Portia said as she removed Tracey's strap on.

'I think she's handicapped enough.' Sophie said. 'The trouble with you lot is you don't understand the difficulties of being well endowed.'

'I don't care how big her tits are, she came third.' Portia said. 'You have to even the odds.'

'Alright.' Sophie conceded and proceeded to fit Robyn with a rectal hook, fasting it to her hair and pulling her head back. It probably wouldn't slow her much but it would be a lot of fun to watch.

*

The race went again and this time was more even. Julie was severely restricted in her hogtie and, try as she might she only inched forward slowly, rolling from side to side though with no less determination. After a few advances, Sally gave up her initial method and moved to a rolling technique to protect her nipples. Robyn took the lead and, now, with Tracey not far behind. However, at the turn, as Robyn began her return journey, she found Tracey waiting and the brunette wasn't about to give up easily. The two of them were soon scrapping in the sort of cat fight that can only happen between two girls with attitude in tight bondage. Tracey had the advantage with her arms by her sides and Robyn was handicapped by the rectal hook and hair tie and, of course by her large breasts bouncing free from her bra. They rolled together and, to hold her opponent back, Tracey grabbed Robyn's pink knickers with her teeth, trying to drag her back so she could get to the wall and turn herself. Then, suddenly (from Tracey's point of view) Sally waded in (the rest of us had seen her creeping toward them for half a minute and had been cheering/shouting warnings for most of that time) though there was a limit to what she could do wearing her muzzle and tightly restrained in her straight jacket. In fact, she actually proved herself a liability when her nipple clamps got caught in Robyn's bonds and she was left whimpering through her muzzle as the others two combatants rolled back and forth.

So it was that Julie, hogtied and straining with all her might quietly sneaked passed and slowly but surely took first place leaving Tabatha smug and the other three mistresses wielding their whips as they pulled the three scrapping submissive apart.

All three took six of the best from their mistresses with Tracey taking hers between the legs for her second defeat of the evening.

*

Tabatha announced a treasure hunt next which started with all four girls being blindfolded. Their handicaps were then removed as was Sally's muzzle. Queen bee, Tabatha, then took a bag of chocolate bonbons and tossed them into the air. About a dozen bounced and the blindfolded girls, clearly experienced players of the game, lifted their heads as they listened and tried to work out which direction to go to find them. When, Sophie said go, they raced off (ok, wriggled off) toward the nearest 'treasure'.

There's something quite delicious about watching a blindfolded and restrained girl navigate by blindly, sweeping her head from side to side to check for obstructions and occasionally using her tongue and lips to search for her reward. Occasionally, they would bump into each other; 'Sal?' 'Trace, is that you?'; and occasionally the riders would deliberately stand in front of them and, in an arrangement that had clearly been agreed, the blindfolded girl had to stick out her tongue, lick to boot or foot of the mistress and correctly identify her. If a girl got it wrong, she took the crop and, if she got it right she would be guided in the right direction for the treasure.

Sophie took part in this game too, riding me towards the girl and placing her boot down. On one occasion she ensured my hand still in the pony hoof was in the Robyn's way.

'It's the pony boy, Mistress.' Robyn said.

'Clever girl.' Sophie said. 'Can you tell me if he's still enjoying himself?'

She could and I was.

*

It was clear that Julie was the best at the unorthodox games and that Tracey had a lot of catching up to do. Robyn and Sally might have performed better if they hadn't spent time canoodling between and even during events. Needless to say they weren't the only two who indulged in a little heavy petting and, naughty as she might be, Julie was practically dragged from the room by a horny Tabatha the moment the events were over. With Robyn left snuggling up to Sally in the mess, my rider, Sophie, kicked in her heels and rode me back to her room.

'A ride for a ride.' She said matter-of-factly, dismounting and kneeling in front of me. 'I do hope you know how to use that great big thing.'

She bent forward giving me a perfect view of her fabulously tight bottom and toned thighs which had been squeezing me all evening and I crawled forward, pressing my cock against her tight round bottom. It was difficult to control it with my hands in the play hooves.

'You're not getting anal.' She told me. 'You weren't that good.'

She reached back and guided my cock onto her sex.

'Mmmm. Nice.' She pushed herself back onto it, burying me deep inside her.

I lay along her back and put my hands on the floor, it was a shame they were in the hooves and I couldn't play with her lovely big tits; although it didn't stop me trying.

'You are a naughty boy.' She said with a giggle as I pushed against her breasts making them swing. 'I almost want to let those hands out.'

I nuzzled her neck as best I could in the bridle.

'You won't get round me that easily.'

She began to thrust back against me, her pussy squeezing my cock deliciously just as Tabatha had done and I felt that familiar surge of pleasure. I really had missed out on the equestrian set it seemed. It didn't take long before she was breathing hard, pushing back against me.

'I need to cum.' She said.

It was fine by me.

'Oh...'. She pushed back harder squeezing my cock. 'Oh... good boy.'

I pulled her back against me as best I could, feeling her spasm around me but she was squeezing me so tightly that, though I thrust hard she managed to stop me cumming.

'Want me to let go.' She said, gasping.

'Yesh, Mishdresh.' It was almost painful.

'I suppose it will stop you playing with yourself in the night.' She relaxed her grip and knelt still as I finished myself off.

It really didn't take long until I felt a jet of pleasure erupt inside her.

'Shang u, Mishdresh.'

She reached up and stroked my head turning to kiss me on the cheek.