The Pony Couples' Race (Part 3)

CHAPTER 19: THE WALK OF SHAME

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I was woken at five by the lovely buxom stable girl, Robyn, tipping me out the basket where I'd spent the night. After using her new pony, Sophie had unsaddled him and removed his bridle before ordering him onto the basket and chaining him by the collar to her bed. If he had wanted to play with himself, he'd have struggled with the mitts but, after two days work and two nights of being used as a pony boy, I fell asleep almost immediately.

Robyn, had crept back into the room at some point in the night and finding her basket full had slid into bed with her mistress. Sophie must have released her from the single sleeve; she'd still been wearing it when she came back to the room.

'Rise and shine, PonyBoy.' Robyn said bending to release my hands from the mitts then taking my boots off. 'Mistress wants me to take you home.'

She unlocked my collar from chain and lead me out of the room.

'Do you know where my clothes are?' I asked as we walked out into the early dawn chill.

Robyn shrugged. She was still wearing her pink lingerie.

'Probably in the horse box.' She unlocked it and climbed in stopping to look down at me when I didn't join her. 'You can walk back if you prefer.'

'My clothes.'

'I told you. They'll be in the back.'

They weren't but I only discovered this as we pulled up outside the hotel.

'I can't go in naked.' I told her after a brief search.

Robyn shrugged again and then slid off her pink knickers which she passed to me. 'Here.'

'I can't...'

'Then you'll have to go in naked.' She climbed into the cab and started the engine.

I put the knickers on and walked into reception with as much confidence as I could muster bidding the girl on the desk, a well groomed redhead with a pretty decent cleavage, a nonchalant 'Good morning' and explaining that in had lost my key. A consulate professional, she refrained from commenting I'd lost a few other things too (my dignity included). I got the impression it wasn't the first time she'd seen a man coming in at dawn in a pair of women's knickers.

'Someone's had a good night.' She said in a Liverpudlian accent as she handed me a new room key.

I smiled and nodded aware she was watching me as I walked to the lifts and waited for them to take me to safety.

*

It was Portia and Cressida who came for me the following evening. They were waiting outside my room when I came back from the stadium and looked very much as if they were there to kidnap me; there was certainly no evidence of pony girl about them in their ripped jeans and T-shirts. All they lacked was a baseball bat. A few moments later I was bundled into the service elevator which they stopped briefly while they stripped and cuffed me; then I was hooded and stuffed in the boot of a car as we emerged into what I assumed was the hotel's underground car park.

Perhaps it was a kidnapping; all this submitting to strange women was presumably going to catch up with me at some point.

Tabatha and Sophie had certainly not been gentle with me but these two were brutal.

After about twenty minutes I was hauled out of the boot and pushed back against something rough, a tree trunk I guessed. My cuffs were briefly removed and then reapplied with may wrists so I was secured behind the tree. I felt pony boots pushed onto my feet and then a harness gag rather than a bridle shoved into my mouth.

'I really don't believe it.' I heard one of them say; Portia I thought.

A hand squeezed my cock which had somehow decided I liked me being treated this way.

It was right.

'It is big though.' Said Cressida. 'I might try it for size later.'

'Slut!'

'You're the one holding it.'

I heard tape ripping and felt something was placed round my chest pinning me more firmly to the tree, it went round a second time and a third and then more tape went round my waist; then they locked something round my ankles, pulling them back and spreading my legs so I was partly held up by the tape.

'That should hold him.'

'He is fit, though!'

'God, Portia. Do you ever think about anything else?'

'A girl cannot live by pussy alone.' Portia retorted. 'Let's get on with it I want to see him in action.'

There was a moment's pause and then something brushed my right nipples.

'Portia, stop it.'

'I'm just getting him in the mood.'

Portia's tongue circled my nipple again.

My cock twitched.

She licked my left nipple and then sucked on it gently.

'Portia!'

'It'll be easier.' Portia said between licks and sucks. 'Besides, he's clearly enjoying it.'

I was.

Then they were both at it, their mouths clamped to my nipples, kissing and sucking gently; and there was nothing I could do about it. It was wonderful.

'Mmmm...'

Perhaps it wasn't going to be so bad after all.

'Then they used their teeth, biting gently and stretching me already tingling nipples.

'Mmmm...'

'Ready.'

Something cold hit my nipples more or less in unison. It was a shock but not that bad; then they grabbed them again and stretched.

'Ugggnnnnggg...'

There was a sudden burning in both my stretched nipples.

I squirmed wildly but didn't really achieve anything.

I knew what had happened.

'Poor boy.' Portia said. 'They are cute though.'

A hand grabbed my cock.

'Nggghh.' I shook my head violently. There wasn't much else I could do.

'Relax pony boy.' Portia reassured me squeezing my cock. 'We've only been told to pierce your nips; though if you'll take my advice you'll get your cock done too; all girls know that a piercing in the tip adds a little spice.'

As Portia continued to hold my cock, Cressida tightened something all too familiar round my balls. The girls were expecting total obedience tonight.

They peeled the tape away and released my wrists lowering me to my knees and then cuffing by wrists behind me again. There was no point in struggling, my ankles were still cuffed and I was hooded.

Besides my cock clearly thought I was enjoying the whole thing.

With my wrists once again cuffed behind me, they bent me forward.

Something brushed my anus.

'Nnngghh.' I tried to struggle but the strap round my balls went very tight and I was forced to keep still.

'A pony should have a tail.' Cressida said.

Portia pushed the tail in. It was larger than I was used to and ribbed.

I really was going to stop asking Bryony for anal.

'Right.' Cressida said. 'Let's get down to it.'

*

Get down to it they did; there was no gig, just running and jumping and squatting and crawling as I was lead blindly through wherever we were by my balls. Portia lead at the start while Cressida encouraged me from one side or the other or behind me using a what felt like a riding crop. Finally, after what must have been an hour we stopped and I fell to my knees gasping, my thighs and chest burning and my nipples and balls throbbing. However, it wasn't over; they put me through an intense stretching routine that had parts of my anatomy connecting in a way they hadn't done for a good few years. Though the stretches were painful, the fact that the two of them used their bodies to help me reach the desired position was not unpleasant and I was pretty sure they were both naked. These girls were fit and I could feel the outline of their firm bodies against mine, the swell of their breasts, their strong thighs...

My cock told me what I'd concluded already; I was a submissive slut who thoroughly enjoyed this kind of punishing treatment at the hands of a women; and loved it even more if there were two of them.

'Shall we try the rings on the way back?' Portia said as I knelt enjoying a few moments respite.

'I'm not sure we should.' Cressida responded in a way that clearly meant she was willing to try it.

'Nnggg.' I shook my head, not that I had any say and a moment later some sort of leash was slipped through the rings in my newly pierced nipples.

I was even more obedient on the way back with one of the girls controlling be by my nips and the other by the balls. At least they didn't use the whip. They even gave me a drink of water then we got back to the car.

Then it was back in the boot of the car wondering what was coming next. We took the service elevator back to my room (I assumed it was mine) where I found myself stretched out on the bed, still hooded (thankfully with my tail removed) and I lay with my cock twitching expectantly imagining Portia fulfilling her earlier promise to try me for size. Then, suddenly I heard the door close and found myself surrounded by silence chained on my back and hooded.

Surely they were going to come back; or maybe another of the hotel staff was going to come in in the morning and find me in another compromising position.

Perhaps it would be the receptionist...

Yes, I'm a slut. I didn't panic, I just lay there with my cock pointing at the ceiling fantasising about what might come next.

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CHAPTER 20: SEX TOY

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The door opened about fifteen minutes later. The girls, it appeared, were just trying to psych me out.

I heard footsteps on the carpet.

'Well, well...'. It wasn't Portia or Cressida.

I turned my head toward the voice trying to place it.

'You do lead an interesting life, Mr James.' It was a woman's voice, vaguely local.

I pulled at my bonds but there was nothing I could do. I was helpless and hooded and ring gagged.

And my cock, once again, seemed to suggest I was enjoying it.

Something, fingernails probably, ran up my thigh.

'You could use a shower.' The voice said, her fingers tracing across my belly.

She sat on the bed beside me.

'Oohh. These look sore.' She touched one of my nipples and I winced. 'Pretty though.' She pulled one one of the rings. 'Those rings are quite like mine. Shame the girls didn't do your cock too.'

'Uh?' I turned my head towards her. Recognising the voice.

'They are letting you off lightly with that gag.' She pressed on the ball. 'I'm sure you could take a two and a half.'

'Ngh.'

'I expect you'd like to see me.' She teased.

'Mm.' I nodded.

She laughed then, there was some tugging around my eyes and light came in as she pulled the zips on my hood open.

It was the redhead from the front desk.

'I'm on my break.' She said as if I might be concerned about her leaving her post. 'We have half an hour.'

She slid off her jacket.

'A little bird tells me you're rather partial to busty redheads.'

Her hands moved to her blouse and began to unbutton it.

'Busty' and 'redhead' were certainly apt descriptions.

Under the blouse she was wearing a fairly heavy duty cantilevered white bra.

'I'd let you enjoy them more but I'm not allowed to release you until morning.'

She removed her corporate scarf to reveal a collar rather like the one I was wearing.

'Mistress was very specific about that.'

She sighed.

'I have to leave your gag in too.' She smiled. 'Just incase you run out of stream and word is you have a very capable tongue.'

She stood and slid out of her skirt to reveal some lacy briefs and stockings.

'Other than that, I'm allowed to use you as I want.'

She slid off her knickers revealing a pubic thatch to match that on her head.

'I know it's unfashionable, but I like a nice bush.' She ran her hand through it then reached behind her back to unfasten her bra before peeling it away to reveal pink nipples fitted with little gold rings.

'Cute aren't they.' She toyed with one of her nipple rings and I lifted my head to try and see mine. They were similar; small rings about a centimetre in diameter and very fine. I winced at the sight of my bruised swollen nipples.

'They're going to be sore tomorrow.' She said bending to kiss them each in turn.

'Ugh.' They were sore already.

'Ready for action, I see.' She flicked my cock. 'Better get down to it.'

She climbed up on the bed, straddled me and lowered herself gently over my stiffly erect cock. She wasn't quite as tight as I'd been used to over the last few days but she was cute and there's something delicious about a girl in a slave collar; besides, the sight of her playing with her lovely big breasts as she gently impaled herself repeatedly on my cock more than made up for any lack of tone. She was clearly putting on a show for my benefit, bouncing them in her hands and licking them as she rode me.

'Mmmmm.' She said playing with her ringed nipples. 'You'll love those rings once they've settled in. My nipples have been constantly erect since Mistress pierced me.'

It was all too much, I bucked on the bed and spurted up inside her.

'Naught boy.' She chided but she was clearly close too and she rode me hard ensuring she came quickly, tossing her lovely red hair as she did so.

'Hooo!' She gasped, panting, her chest rising and falling delightfully.

Then she looked up at the clock.

'Oh.' She frowned and slid off me. 'Duty calls.'

I watched her dress.

'I got another break at four.' She said with a smile. 'But I'll send Tamara up.'

She retied her scarf to conceal her collar and then, leaning over me closed the eye zips of my hood.

*

CHAPTER 21: SHAGGED OUT

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It was probably just as well I wasn't driving back. I was knackered.

After my night servicing the hotel staff (I think there were three of them but the others were clearly shyer than the red-headed girl) I'd finished the week with two more evening runs on the beach with Tabatha and a final session with Portia and Cressida (and, later, the hotel staff). The horsy pair may have spurned me the first night they abused me (and my nipples) but they didn't hold back for the last one and, chained to the bed I was forced to service Cressida with my tongue while Portia finally got to try my cock (at least I think it was that way around). There followed a constant stream of pussy eager for my tongue or my cock and, while I knew being used as a sex toy should have been humiliating, I enjoyed every minute of it. Young and fit as I am, the first night of servitude had been too much for my cock and I'd ended up tonguing the redhead from reception when she returned for her second break. On the second night I found myself staying rampantly erect and soon realised I had been slipped something in the water I'd been given. I wasn't keen but I didn't have a lot of choice; just as well it wasn't me being drug tested this week.

In fact I still had a boner nearly twenty four hours later.

I'd slept most of the way from Manchester to Bristol and nearly missed Parkway entirely. I was just dropping off again on a bench as I waited for my connection when Bryony plonked herself down on the seat beside me.

'Busy week?' She asked, planting a kiss on my lips.

'Lot of training.' I conceded.

'I'm looking forward to hearing about it.' She said with a wink. 'You look shagged out.'

My blush told her all she needed to know.

'You just can't resist a strange woman dressed in jodhpurs and boots.' She whispered.

'You've been with Terry and his new dominatrix.' I protested.

'That's work.' Bryony said dismissively.

'I'm looking forward to seeing it.'

Her smile told me I was going to enjoy it.

At that point, our train was announced, typically on another platform and we traipsed down the subway to find it with me in a slight crouch to hide my rampant erection. Even if I hadn't been stiff, the sight of my wife would probably have caused a response; it certainly did from the late evening commuters we passed. As usual, when she'd been for a day's modelling she was dressed up; minidress, fabulous shiny boots and not much else other than her collar, of course, which she wore blatantly displayed. She'd left her make up on too; something I always encourage - it might make her look like a tart but I really enjoy it. The dress really was deliciously short it was in white leather too.

The modelling name she uses is Redd Hott and it's entirely appropriate. Redd Hott is a woman who draws more than glances.

When we reached the train it was already packed and we squeezed in. There was going to be no chance of a snooze for the first few stops at least.

Bryony pressed herself against me.

'I'm glad you've got some energy left.' She said with a grin as she felt how pleased I was to see her. There was no reason to disappoint her with the truth and, to be fair, she probably would have got that response anyway.

'And will you be in the mood?' I asked.

'Oh, definitely.' She pressed herself more firmly against me. 'Camilla's left you a little present.' She guided my hand discretely under her skirt. I could feel a gently buzzing.

'How long has that been going on?'

'Since Reading.' She sighed. 'But I did get a break at Swindon. I'm going to explode if she doesn't turn it down soon.'

'I have a little surprise too.' I was going to have to tell her sometime.'

I guided her hand inside my shirt.

I laughed as her jaw dropped.

'Never!' Her hand slid to the other side.

'Ouch.'

'Oh, sorry.' She went up on tiptoe and kissed me. 'That's for my brave boy. Though I'm sorry I missed it.'

'It all happened rather suddenly.' I told her.

'Blonde was she?' She asked raising an eyebrow.

''They' actually.' I told her.

'Oh, I see.' She said in a slightly hurt turn though she was grinning. 'It's threesomes with buxom blondes now is it?'

'One was a redhead.' I said rather lamely.

'I see.' She grinned and changed the subject. 'Do you want to see what I got up to?'

She pulled out her phone and showed me a single shot of a tongue (hers I guessed) thrust eagerly from slit in a white leather hood or muzzle raking across glossy black leather.

'Are there any more?'

'I was a little tied up.' She said with a laugh. 'Anyway, this is just a teaser. Terry's going to send me a video of the session when he's edited it.'

'I look forward to it.'

She squeezed herself against me and winked suggestively then, after a pause said. 'Show me your hands.'

I did.

'Oh.' She said.

I felt her lift her leg and then stamp down.

There was a yelp behind her.

Bryony grinned and slid her hand into my trousers.

*

After being pressed together with Bryony rubbing herself against my rampant cock and giving me regular updates on the status of the vibrator, we were gagging for it by the time the train pulled into Exeter.

Unfortunately, Mistress was there waiting so there was no time for a quickie in a secluded spot (it was dark and we were desperate) and with Bryony in the back seat of her sports car and Mistress driving there wasn't much we could do but hope we were left chained together in the stables later.

The first thing Mistress did when she got us back was to inspect my new piercings for which I was commanded to kneel in the kitchen with my shirt off and my hands behind my head.

'I've seen the pictures.' Mistress said pulling out her phone and showing something to Bryony which made me wonder just how much she'd seen of my training session with Portia and Cressida (unless one of the hotel girls had sent them). 'The bruising's really come out. They really are such naughty girls using them so soon.' Mistress continued with an enigmatic smile on her face. 'I'll have both of them over my knee next time I see them.'

Bryony looked meaningfully at Mistress' phone then winked at me.

'Mistress?' Bryony said. 'Didn't your ponies suggest we work on PonyBoy's stretching?'

Mistress Carter turned to look at her in the manner of a schoolmistress.

'Sorry, Mistress.' Bryony dropped to her knees.

'Yes, they did.' Mistress said. 'Why don't you take him out into the yard and put him through his paces?'

'Yes, Mistress.' Bryony stepped forward and picked up a leash from the kitchen table which she then clipped to my collar. 'Come along PonyBoy.'

'Sticky.' Mistress said.

'Yes, Mistress?'

Mistress held out her hand and Bryony stood looking at it.

Mistress looked down at roughly the hemline of Bryony's leather minidress.

'Oh, alright.' Bryony said, slipping her hands between her legs. I watched her lift her skirt, slide her fingers between her legs then pull out the vibrator.

'Weren't you wearing knickers when you went out this morning?' Mistress asked. 'I distinctly remember you asking if you could.'

'Yes, Mistress.' Bryony blushed a little. 'Camille wouldn't let me have them back.'

'I see.' Mistress frowned.

Bryony handed the vibrator to Mistress. It was off but as Mistress took it it started to buzz.

'Bad luck.' Mistress said.

Bryony turned and pulled on my leash.

'Sticky!'

'Yes, Mistress?'

'You may choose to dress like the slut you are in public but I prefer my ponies naked.'

'Yes, Mistress.' Bryony slid out of the leather dress and then bent to take off her boots.

'Mistress?' I said.

'You're away for less than a week and you come back as badly behaved as Sticky here.' Mistress said.

I had to ask. 'Can Bryony keep her boots on?'

Mistress grinned in surprise. 'Alright but I want you naked and when you come back you're going back into chastity for a week.'

We didn't argue because she might have locked us up then and there; it was, after all just over a fortnight to the race. Bryony hurried out of the door with me crawling as fast as I could after her. Once in the yard, we ran to the stable. Bryony had her thighs round me before I'd even got my trousers off and, with us both still standing, I shoved my rigid cock inside her.

'God I've missed you.' She gasped.

'Me too.'

'Really?' She wrapped her arms round behind my neck and hugged me tight, her booted legs grasping me firmly. 'All those horny pony girls treating you like the submissive slut you are?'

'I'm not that submissive.' I argued thrusting hard inside her.

'From what Mistress has just shown me.' She told me. 'You're a fucking pussycat.'

'Says the woman who spent the day on her knees worshipping a leather goddess.' I said remembering the photo and feeling a rush of excitement. It's amazing how much emotion a single image can generate.

'At least I haven't spent my week playing pony in the woods with a bunch of horsey whores.' Then she bit her lip. 'Oh fuck.'

I thrust up hard and her head went back.

'Oh, good boy.'

I realised I'd been called that a lot this week.

*

CHAPTER 22: WATCHING PORN

*

'Here we go.' Bryony clicked play and dropped to her knees beside me on the living room floor. We were both naked apart from our collars and, after a week, finally out of chastity again.

Mistress sat behind us in the sofa.

An image of Bryony appeared on the screen; at least I have to assume it was Bryony, it could probably have been Tabatha's stable girl Julie or any one of a hundred different redheads. She was knelling with her back to the camera hooded in a smooth, tight white leather hood from which her red ponytail fountained; her arms were secured behind her back, elbows touching; the sheath of leather confining them smooth from the tips of her fingers to above her elbows.

'It slides on.' Bryony told me. 'It took them nearly twenty minutes to get me into it.'

It looked as if it might have been impossible to get her out of it again but they had clearly managed it.

White leather straps over her shoulders made sure it wouldn't slip.

She was wearing a white rubber bra and knickers; rubber stockings too and toe boots.

The camera panned to the side and I could see black leather belts strapped around her thighs and ankles holding her on her knees; she was collared too, a high shiny black leather collar over her steel one.

I watched her wriggle her shoulders hearing the creak of leather.

I pair of very shapely legs in shiny black and red PVC appeared in shot along with a beautiful round bottom.

'I take it this is the new dominatrix.'

'Camille.' Bryony said. 'Yes.'

'You've been a very good girl today, Redd.' A voice on the screen said. 'You deserve a little fun.' The voice had a Caribbean lilt.

'She's from the Dominican Republic.' Bryony told me even as on-screen Bryony turned to look up out of shot and whisper. 'Thank you, Goddess.'

A Dominican Dominatrix!

The camera panned and Camille bent down displaying more shiny red and black leather and PVC, a tight corset and bra; she was clearly wearing some sort of body harness over the top; shiny studs and buckles gleamed.

The white leather hood covered much of Bryony's face but her eyes and lips were visible. She opened her mouth as a gag was lowered in front of her face; a huge white ball with a thick black strap which Camille worked between her teeth.

I heard Bryony give a little plaintive grunt and then Camille began to buckle the straps of the gag.

Again I heard the creak of leather.

The camera pulled back and I got my first view of Camille; dark skin and dark curly hair; quite statuesque.

'Pretty.' Rubber Dolly said. 'Looks quite athletic too.'

Camille's hands slid down over Bryony's rubber covered breasts.

'I can't see your piercings.' Rubber Dolly said.

'The rubber bra's quite thick, Mistress.'

It was true. It actually made Bryony's pert little breasts looks a lot more sizeable.

'Unfortunately, I couldn't feel very much through it.' Bryony giggled. 'Which is a shame. Although Camille has lovely strong fingers.'

On screen Bryony moaned and squirmed as her breasts were teased.

'So that's all acting then?' I asked.

'Not completely. It was deliciously tight bondage.' Bryony's cheeks were flushed as she relived the excitement of the encounter.

A blindfold followed, Camille tightening this behind Bryony's head too.

Then I watched as Camille undid one of the shoulder straps of Bryony's bra and pull down the bra cup.

We could all see her piercings now.

'This should make things interesting.' Camille slid something over Bryony's nipple and pulled the cup up again.

Bryony squirmed deliciously, her shoulders rolling gently as she flexed against her bondage.

Camille repeated the process with my wife's other nipple.

'Bullet vibrators.' Bryony explained.

The description seemed apt; even with the thick rubber covering them, Bryony now appeared to have huge nipples.

'Shall we try them out?' Camille asked.

Bryony nodded eagerly and Camille pressed something that was obviously a remote. We heard a buzz and on-screen Bryony gave a gasp and the camera cut to her face, mouth stretched wide around the huge gag, eyes covered; saliva was beginning to run over her bottom lip.

The skin of her chest above the bra was positively inflamed with arousal.

The next shot showed her writhing gently and then with increasing urgency. Despite the tight single sleeve she could almost get her hands round to her breasts.

'Unghh.' Bryony gasped and more saliva flowed over her lip and rolled down over the rubber covering her chin.

We watched as her movements became more agitated, her knees lifting and her thighs moving to the creak of leather.

Camille crouched beside her, a shiny rubber goddess.

'Shall we make this a little stricter?'

Bryony nodded emphatically.

'Good girl.'

Camille took a black leather belt and put it around Bryony's chest just below her breasts, using it pin her sheathed arms to her back. Another belt followed a little lower.

'You know, I wish I'd put you in a corset.' Camille said.

Both Bryony's sighed happily and the one beside me took my hand guiding it between her legs.

She was very wet.

'Do I need to put you back in chastity?' A voice behind us said.

I pulled my hand out of Bryony's pussy.

'Sorry, Mistress.' We said in unison putting our hands behind our backs.

On screen Camille was lying Bryony on her back displaying her body in a helpless curve as she lay back over her bound arms.

Then she lifted the front of the white rubber knickers and slid something inside.

Bryony moaned into her gag.

I caught a movement beside me and heard the ratchet of handcuffs as Mistress secured Bryony's wrists.

I did my best not to start playing with myself but it was a challenge, my cock was as rigid as it had been the week before when I'd been given the viagra. It was drooling too.

On screen, Camille activated the vibrator in Bryony's pussy and her little rubber clad form went wild, her head thrashing from side to side and her hips bucking up and down.

'Before you judge me, just remember after you left I spent four days in chastity before this and I did have vibrators on my nipples and in my pussy.'

I felt Mistress grab my arms and snap my wrists into cuffs too.

'Mistress...!' I protested.

'I'm just saving you from yourself.' Rubber Dolly told me.

We knelt side by side, cuffed, watching the squirming mass of leather and rubber and hot submissiveness that was thrashing wildly at Camille's feet.

'Your acting skills are improving.' Rubber Dolly said with amusement in her voice. 'Those sound just like the real thing.'

Bryony leant over, bumping her shoulder against mine and rested her head against mine.

The orgasms I was watching were definitely real.

*

CHAPTER 23: PONIES IN TRANSIT

*

The Couples Race wasn't actually in Hamburg, it was in the town of Bad Madschen (where else would the S&M community organise a gathering?) about twenty kilometres to the east. Mistress had told us it meant 'Maiden's Bath'.

It had taken us three days; driving from Devon up to Kent then going over on the ferry and then driving down through France. We were in a borrowed horse box that, like Tabatha's, had clearly been adapted a little to accommodate two legged ponies and their equipment. After my experience in Stockport I'd been concerned that Mistress might have made us travel in the stalls but, if I'd thought about it rationally, I might have realised that it wasn't practical with all the customs checks and the need to share the driving; and I suspected it wasn't good to make your ponies travel sick.

On the second day as we drove through France, Bryony had asked to be put in the back like a proper pony and Mistress had obliged but two hours later when we stopped we'd found her green and nauseated.

We were thus all in the cab as we reached Bad Madschen. Along the roadside we could see banners suggesting some sort of equestrian event but unless you looked carefully you might not have noticed that the ponies had two legs.

We entered the town through one of the medieval gates and Mistress drove into a small car park that seemed to be filled with camper vans and horseboxes and parked up. We all climbed out.

'There will be a festival.' She said. 'We can go to the campsite later.'

She locked the van.

'Kompt.' Mistress snapped her fingers and we followed.

There was little obvious at first, except perhaps that the tourists were often in groups of three and that one of each trio trio often seemed to have a penchant for riding clothes; tight jodhpurs, boots, white blouses or shirts. I suppose it may have struck the casual observer that many of these equestrians wore shiny heeled boots rather than typical stable boots. There was often something unusual about the other two of the trios too; the pairs might be varied, a man and a woman, two men or two women but they were often dressed very similarly. I watched two blonde girls coming towards us dressed in matching pink rubber dresses and wearing matching collars and, looking down I noticed that they both wore toe boots; both were pretty and I couldn't help a rearward glance earning me a nudge from Bryony; both girls sported tails.

As we approached what appeared to be a the town square, a festival of some sort was indeed underway with the music of the ubiquitous oompah band audible over the noise of the revellers. That's when it all became a little more obvious; more trios but this time with the 'pair' of each trio more overtly submissive; a number of them in full harness and most restrained. Entering the square we stopped as a tall redhead in a black rubber bikini and thigh boots lead her pair of pony boys across our path; the ponies were restrained in single sleeves and both hooded, lead by leashes to their collars; other than their restraints they wore nothing but leather shorts and pony boots.

Mistress pulled cuffs from her jacket pocket.

'Tops off.' She said.

I pulled my T-shirt off. It was warm and sunny and quite pleasant.

I glanced at Bryony.

She pulled her dress off revealing nothing but her chastity belt.

'Do you want to take your jeans off?' Mistress asked me.

I shook my head.

'Oh, have you forgotten your pink knickers today?' Bryony teased.

I blushed wondering what else Bryony and Mistress knew about my time in Stockport. Fortunately, Mistress didn't take things further and simply pulled our wrists behind our backs and cuffed them; then she attached leashes to our collars and lead us into the square.

*

'Dolly.' A voice called and we turned to see Reuben, Mistress' lover and partner (or former, partner, I wasn't sure - she hadn't mentioned him much) coming towards us trailing a pair of ponies, who appeared to be orientals, on leashes that were attached between their legs.

'Master.' Mistress Carter bowed her head and, still holding our leashes, slipped her hands behind her back in a beautifully submissive gesture.

Kurt looked at her then lifted her head and kissed her fiercely; something that she responded to passionately, pushing herself against him, though she still kept her hands behind her back.

They spoke in German but I got the impression he was telling her how beautiful she looked and she was saying how much she was looking forward to being back with him again.

'Soon.' He said and she seemed to brighten at this, pushing her breasts out towards him and looking up at him adoringly which settled any questions on that score.

While they spoke I appraised the two ponies Reuben had brought with him; they were deliciously pert, with small neat bodies and tiny breasts; both girls were hooded in shiny blue latex hoods and their harnesses matched; nipping their slim waists and pushing up their little breasts; they wore thigh high pony boots and were both gagged with large blue ball gags; their hair had been dyed electric blue and hung from the back of their hoods in a short ponytail; their tails matched. They reminded me of hentai manga heroines and I thought I picked up that they were Japanese.

'I will come there soon, Master.' Mistress said finally, lapsing back into English.

'Assuming you do not lose.' Reuben said with a slight frown.

'Yes, Master.' Mistress bowed her head again and, I thought, looked rather nervous.

Kurt lead his ponies away giving me a chance to watch them from behind before mistress lead us towards the beer tent.

'You can't enjoy a drink, but I can.' She said indicating that we should kneel beside a wooden bench as she sat down. 'And I feel the need of one.'

We knelt and a moment later a buxom waitress in lederhosen and toe boots came to take her order.

'Beer?' She said.

Mistress nodded.

'And for ze ponies?'

'Wasser.' Mistress said.

There were other drivers or 'Trebier' as I learned they were called here sitting on other benches drinking alone or together while ponies in various states of undress and bondage knelt at their feet. I couldn't help studying them, particularly a pair of luscious blonde ponies whose breasts were so huge they had to have been enlarged; they wore red white and blue harnesses which were clearly reinforced in certain areas to support their enormous breasts and surely represented the ultimate cheerleader fantasy. Their trebier was wore a cowboy hat and leather coat despite the heat. One of them saw me looking at her and nudged her fellow pony kneeling beside her then winked at me with one of her huge blue eyes.

I could feel Bryony's glare burning the side of my face and I made myself look away to see Mistress' beer arriving with two bowls of water for her thirsty ponies. Mistress took a drink and then allowed us to crouch over our bowls.

'You may have gathered.' Mistress said. 'Reuben has taken a job in Japan.'

'May we ask what he will be doing in Japan, Mistress.' Bryony asked kneeling up, blue eyes wide in submissive flirtation.

She really is gorgeous.

'Running a stable.' She Mistress with a mischievous smile. 'Buggy racing is becoming a bit of a national obsession. He was contacted by one of his business associates who knew about his skills.'

'And were those girls examples of his ponies?'

'Yes. His is the Stable of Young Heroines and those were Akeno and Yuki; named after Manga heroines, I believe.'

'And in Japan do they always run in pairs?' I had to ask.

Bryony rolled her eyes.

'Yes.' Mistress smiled. 'And part of the requirement is that the girls run in step too. I believe they are punished severely for breaking this rule.'

'And will you be joining him in Japan, Mistress?' Bryony asked with a grin.

'I plan to go as soon as I have trained you for the dressage competition.' She said to Bryony then looked at me. 'And you for the ponyboy marathon. I did, after all promise you a full six months as my adoring slaves.'

I might have protested that a full six months wasn't entirely necessary but at that moment another trebier sat down on the bench opposite our Mistress, her blonde pony girls dropping to their knees behind her.

'Rubber Dolly.' The trebier was an older brunette who looked the epitome of the ageing dominatrix with a long ponytail and black leather catsuit.

'Mistress Schwarz.' Our mistress inclined her head.

Once again, they spoke in German so I looked at her ponies, one of whom I thought I recognised as a speed skater I coached back from an injury a few years before. She had nice (and very strong) thighs. I recalled that her partner was a speed skater too but the other pony definitely wasn't him; it was a woman for a start. They both looked very fit in a powerfully built and generally well-endowed kind of way. The skater; Gronia, I think, looked at me but didn't appear to recognise me.

The exchange between our Mistress and Mistress Schwarz didn't last long and appeared a little acrimonious. There seemed to be some disagreement over the German dominatrix' choice of pony but she seemed to think there wasn't a problem. It finished abruptly with Mistress Schwarz standing and dragging her ponies away. Unfortunately, I didn't understand her parting shot.

'Are you alright, Mistress?' Bryony asked.

Mistress Carter looked down at us and smiled nervously again.

'I will be fine if we beat her.'

*

CHAPTER 24: THE PONY CAMP

*

We left shortly after this for the campsite which was about half a kilometre outside the town. Mistress seemed tense after her encounter with Mistress Schwarz and, after parking up left us leashed to the horse box as she went to register. I wasn't that disappointed in being left behind, the field had its distractions; ponies being lead by bridles, others tied or chained in place in various degrees of restraint and undress.

'What was all that about?' I asked Bryony in the hope of not being too distracted by a gorgeous pair of dark skinned ponies being whipped across the field at a high trot their manes flying and their nipple bells tinkling.

She shrugged. 'Search me.'

'Mistress clearly wants to beat that German woman.' I turned to look at her.

'Yes.'

'Do you know who she is.'

Bryony frowned. 'I've heard her mention Mistress Schwarz before. I think she might have been Rubber Dolly's first proper mistress.'

'Oh?' The thought of an eighteen year old Chrys Carter, wide eyed and inquisitive, submitting herself to a dominatrix and discovering her calling as a submissive sounded thrilling.

'Stop it.' Bryony said.

'What?'

'You're thinking about them together.' Bryony said accusingly.

I could hardly deny it.

'And I saw you ogling those equine cheerleaders in the square.' She pressed the attack.

'I was not ogling.' I said defensively. 'I was studying the competition.'

'Like you were looking at that pair prancing over there.' She nodded towards the dark skinned ponies who were wheeling at the far end of the field to canter back.

'Something like that.'

'Those cheerleaders won't be a problem unless their breasts get in our way.' She said pointedly.

'They were pretty though.' I said slightly distractedly as my attention was caught by the dark skinned ponies cantering past, knees pumping and breasts bouncing.

'Am I going to have to get a boob job to keep you interested?' Bryony asked.

I looked at her and grinned. She was gorgeous just kneeling there in the grass stark naked save a collar, a chastity belt and a pair of heels; her hair shining in the sun; pert and adorable.

I suddenly regretted not being in charge anymore and wished I was able to stand and take her leash and lead her off somewhere even if it was the night before a race.

'You are everything that I want.' I told her.

She smiled, clearly pleased. 'You're not starting to prefer dominant horsey types then?'

'They have their attractions.' I said watching a girl in jodhpurs climb down from the cab of a horse box. She had a superb arse.

'So now you're into bottoms now too?' Bryony teased.

'Just yours.'

She smiled again.

The girl in the jodhpurs turned round. It was Tabatha.

'So is it the tight jodhpurs or the dominance that excites you?'

'A bit of both, I guess.' I shrugged and felt myself blushing.

'And shiny boots?'

'Given the choice, yes.'

'And what about me?' She asked archly. 'Did Mistress Bryony do it for you?'

I could sense her getting into one of her competitive moods so I probably should't have laughed.

'Are you saying I'm not dominant enough for you?' Bryony had clearly been thinking about this.

I had been thinking about it too. Wondering if I could live as her slave. I'd quite enjoyed her being in charge and, to some degree she did have control over me even when in the submissive role.

I hadn't been that good as a dominant either although, until Mistress Carter had intervened, I think I had been getting better.

'You did command me to spank you.' I said. 'I mean, it's not very dominant is it?'

She looked away, her chin in the air, a clear sign that she was ignoring me.

I watched Tabatha (ok, I watched Tabatha's bottom) as she opened the back doors of her horse box and went inside.

A few moments later she emerged with two ponies.

I was surprised to see they were Portia and Cressida. Both were in full harness; plumed bridles, tails and nipple bells included; certainly a different look from the last time I'd seen them. In harness they looked good together, both standing with excellent posture, heads up proud, their long blonde manes (Cressida's a strawberry blonde) and tails stirring slightly in the wind. I saw Tabatha look around and then she spotted me and lead her charges towards me.

'PonyBoy.' She said with a smile. 'And this must be your hot pony wife.'

'Yes.' I said, adding after a moment. 'Mistress.'

She smiled at my discomfort then appraised Bryony who seemed unsure whether to glare at her or me and, perhaps, whether 'hot pony wife' was a complement or an insult.

'Pretty.' Tabatha concluded. 'You clearly have a thing for redheads too.' She pulled Portia and Cressida towards her. 'Not sure I like blondes as much.' She flicked Cressida's nipple bell and she scowled around her bit. 'But then, needs must and these two really need some discipline and, as squad captain, it's up to me to administer it.'

In track and field, you just get balled out by the coach.

'They've been very naughty recently.' She she continued looking at me. 'But then you know that already, don't you, PonyBoy?'

I glanced up at the two ponies; they really were a sexy pair, deliciously fit and, currently rather sullen. I remembered the punishing way they'd used me and let others use me; I also remembered what they'd done to my nipples and I had a sudden urge to punish them myself.

'Yes, Mistress.' I nodded, reddening as I answered.

She winked and turned away drawing Portia and Cressida behind her and giving me a perfect view of their bottoms and tails.

'Yes, Mistress, no, Mistress, three bags full, Mistress.' Bryony mocked as Tabatha lead her ponies away. 'So is it the tits, the arse, the jodhpurs or the plummy accent that gets you going?'

I looked at Bryony. 'Like Mistress Tabatha said, I prefer redheads.' I said as levelly as I could.

'Well, that's good to know.' She would have folded her arms and turned away if she hadn't been cuffed.

'Though you're still a rubbish dominatrix.' I couldn't resist it.

*

I've been attacked by women in bondage before. It was a bit of an occupational hazard in the polo stables in Argentina. However, on those occasions I wasn't in bondage myself. I also, mostly, had a groom on hand to pull off the snarling she-cats that pony girls can sometimes become.

On this occasion there were none of those safeguards so when Bryony thumped into me, charging with her shoulder and knocking me off my knees I was on my own; again, not the first time I'd been thrust into an all in wrestling match with a hot women. In a moment she was straddling me, her hair flying and her blue eyes flashing as she tried to bring her cuffed hands round in front of her and told me she'd show me how dominant she could be. I wanted to fight back but I was laughing so much that I couldn't do anything about it.

Fortunately, it turned out I wasn't alone. I fist caught Bryony by the hair and pulled her off me.

It was Goose.

'You do seem to get yourself into all sorts of trouble, PonyBoy.' She said depositing Bryony on the grass.

'Yes, Mistress.' I said it mostly to irritate Bryony.

'Men!' Bryony said struggling to her knees, her hair wild and her face flushed.

Goose was dressed in a pink leather bra and split leather skirt with shiny pink boots. She smiled down at me as I struggled to my knees too. Behind her I could see Justin and Jo or perhaps I should say Frisky and Fanny. Fanny had certainly moved on; in full harness now (pink, of course) she looked slimmer and more toned; she'd had a nipples done too and, like Justin/Frisky she was being lead along by one of her piercings.

Justin looked like he was back at fighting weight too. He looked at me and nodded. It still felt weird seeing him harnessed and bridled. I couldn't help noticing he was in chastity too.

He nodded and I hoped he hadn't noticed what I'd noticed. I looked away quickly.

'We did think about camping.' Said Goose. 'But the hotel is much more comfortable and they let me park the chariot in the underground car park.'

*

CHAPTER 25: RACE DAY

*

There was a carnival atmosphere in Bad Madschen as the line of gigs trotted in from the main campsite of the event. The centre was one of those medieval cities with a wall and I could imagine in years gone by, lines of carts drawing up at the gates to be admitted on market day. A number of streets had been closed and crowds lined the course. It was clearly way more popular than the Mares race and was also an international event; ponies and trebiers of every colour (including a few in glittery body paint) sporting an almost infinite variety of tack; there were standard bits and bridles, nipple bridles, reins attached to cocks and clits; some ponies sported colourful futuristic looking harnesses, others traditional heavy, ornate leather ones; pony boots ranged from ankle to thigh high; most ponies were naked but some wore all in ones; some ran hooded or blinkered and some had relatively open bridles. Our polo sleeves were pretty unique, many ponies wore standard single sleeves, others had their forearms restrained horizontally behind heir backs or even to the sides of their harnesses; a few were strapped into full 'reverse' prayer type ties including, I noted the 'cheerleaders', making their huge breasts even more prominent.

The event was run with timed starts but with two gigs starting together every thirty seconds to give a bit of excitement to the competition. We were quite a way down the field and I amused myself counting back the line on the opposite side of the road as we edged forward towards the start; rechecking each time a pair started or another joined their place in the line. It also gave me chase to study the competition or perhaps just to enjoy the sight of all those tightly restrained and (mostly) very svelte bodies; some of the trekkers weren't bad either.

After a while I realised we were going to be paired with Mistress Schwarz.

I nudged Bryony; she'd spotted it too.

It was probably a good thing. If we were expected to beat them then seeing them run would ensure we did. I knew what Gronia was capable of and I guessed her fellow pony was probably of a similar standard; speed skaters were likely to be good on hills but I guessed they might lack stamina for the full six kilometres of the race.

We watched Goose go out against the 'cheerleaders', Frisky and Fanny easily pulling away from them and then came the dark skinned ponies matched with Portia and Cressida and then, suddenly, ninety seconds later we were next.

*

The whip struck me a fraction before the start gun sounded; a clear reminder of our polo pony games and we got a good start, Mistress whipping us to a canter almost immediately. I felt a surge of excitement as the gig gathered momentum and I fell into my stride, the sprung pony boots adding length and power to my stride.

It's amazing the boost an event can give.

Then Gronia appeared beside me and even edged slightly ahead; mistress whipped us and we went to the gallop. It was something we'd never normally do at the start of a race and for a moment I fought it even as Bryony responded pulling against me; then a slash of the whip to my buttocks made me follow her and we accelerated past Gronia and her fellow pony, rushing out onto the main street to the cheer of the crowd. Here, Mistress allowed us to slow as we fought for breath, hearts pounding from the explosive start.

The crowds passed in a blur and, blinkered I could do nothing but focus on the chariot ahead and run under the direction of the whip. I was vaguely aware of cheering on either side of us and of our booted feet crashing on the tarmac of the street while the wheels of mistress' chariot rumbled behind us.

I had no idea how much of a lead we had over Mistress Schwarz but Mistress Carter kept us at a stiff pace; a little beyond that which we normally trained at and, every now and again she urged us to speed up. Then, on the first real hill, the other trebier made her move, using the explosive power of Gronia and her fellow pony to overtake us. Mercifully, and remarkably sensibly, our mistress did not make us match them and we crested the hill just behind Mistress Schwarz' chariot and not far behind one of the runners that had gone just before us.

Ahead I could see Mistress Schwarz using her whip fiercely as she drove her ponies past the already tired looking pair, a man and a woman, who were really just trotting along pulling a rather large dominatrix in black rubber. We followed, the whip cracking across our buttocks as we pushed ourselves to match the athletes in front; gaining ground with every step.

*

And so it continued. If I'd had a trainer as demanding as Mistress Carter when I was a hurdler, perhaps I would be an Olympic medalist by now. As it was, I was here and, if I'm honest, absolutely thrilled to be a pony though I'd happily have been in the chariot; my chest was burning and, slowly, I could feel my legs stiffening from the constant forced pace.

It's hard to believe but I barely noticed the whip, I certainly didn't register it as pain, just a reminder of what I was racing for.

Hurdling had never been as thrilling as this and I was doing it naked and in harness with my wife beside me.

We passed another straggling competitor and then another, matching pace with Gronia and her fellow pony and I suddenly found us closing on Tabatha (easily recognisable from the rear) with Portia and Cressida. The whip slashed again and I went to the gallop; the sound of our pony boots echoing off the buildings as we followed a winding cobbled street. We could only be about three kilometers in and it was probably reckless but it felt good to pass first Mistress Schwarz then Tabatha.

'Go PonyBoy.' I heard Tabatha shout as we went past, Mistress Schwarz' ponies no doubt pounding at our heels.

*

We kept it up for as long as we could but with what I guessed was a kilometre to go I began to struggle; despite the whip and the desire to win I just couldn't maintain the pace mistress demanded. Beside me I could sense Bryony pulling slightly ahead as I strained to maintain my pace but there was a raggedness even to her stride that suggested she'd gone well beyond what she'd trained for. I really hoped we were nearing the end; I could carry on running but I couldn't force the pace any longer; my lungs were burning and my muscles were screaming at me to stop; soon, I knew they'd make the decision for themselves.

We slowed and suddenly, there beside us again, was Gronia though she was clearly tiring too. I tried to force more from my legs but they wouldn't respond and, little by little Gronia and her fellow pony edged ahead until I could see their tails dancing wildly as they ran.

We rounded a bend and I could see the finish line.

Around us the crowd roared; as we'd run, I'd sensed the excitement our tussle with Mistress Schwarz had created and, presumably via the giant video screens that lined the route had been communicated to the spectators at the finish.

To my right, suddenly Bryony surged ahead and, somehow, I made myself go with her. I knew she was doing most of the work but I was no longer slowing her down. Then I found my stride, that second wind that comes from nowhere when the finish is in sight; I was vaguely aware that the whip was snapping repeatedly against my buttocks.

We started to pull back until we are a stride behind, half, we were almost level.

There was another pony gig limping home in the middle of the road and we were going to have to pass it to keep going. Mistress Schwarz went left; we had to slow or go right and it was going to be a very tight squeeze. I felt a tug on my bridle and followed it, Bryony at my side. We pounded past the tired ponies, two men, one limping badly.

And there we were, ten yards from the line; neck and neck.

*

CHAPTER 26: THE RESULTS

*

We waited tensely standing in the finishers' enclosure as the final competitors crossed the line including the buxom blonde cheerleaders who were given quite a cheer; they may not have been great athletes but they certainly pleased the crowd. We'd run quite a race but there was only one result we wanted to know. I was fairly sure I'd breasted the tape, as we say, first. I'd certainly thrown myself forward like we tell all aspiring athletes but, of course, there wasn't a tape.

I kept looking nervously at Bryony and across at Mistress who was uncharacteristically fidgety. Beside I could see Madam Schwarz and her ponies.

Even as we stood, I could feel my legs stiffening; my thighs and calves were cramping even more than my shoulders and everywhere seemed to be chaffed by the harness; my teeth were throbbing from clamping on the bit and I was quite grateful I couldn't see what the whip had done to my buttocks; as for my nipples; they were stinging painfully where the bells had bounced so violently that one of my piercings had bled and left blood smeared across my chest.

I've been in this situation before, waiting for the announcement of the final places and I watched others standing there nervously, ponies rocking on the hooves of their boots, manes and tails flicking. For some in the athletic world, these moments can be a crucial, a career defining performance; will they make the team, will they take the gold or the silver...

Although, I wanted to beat Mistress Schwarz to please our own Mistress and for my own satisfaction; the overall result actually didn't matter as much as the fact I'd done it and, more importantly done it with Bryony at my side. Spontaneously, I turned to kiss her.

She looked a little startled but then kissed me back.

It feels kind of weird doing this when bridled but it has a certain kinky charm.

'I love you.' She said. Actually, she said 'I luff shoe' but I knew what she meant.

In the end, the word 'breasted' became important. We'd all breasted the line and we'd all thrown ourselves at it like pros. Bryony and I had in some respects crossed the line first, our bodies were certainly slightly in front of Gronia and her partner and, in fact Mistress Carter's chariot had crossed the line before Mistress Schwarz but, the fact was that the opposition ponies had larger breasts and, in the final photo they had won, not by a nose but by a nipple. Gronia's double Ds had served her well.

As the result was announced, Mistress looked like she was about to cry and Bryony, always one to be high on the emotion of the event, sobbed.

*

With the timings needing to be analysed, it took some time for the final results to come through and, as we waited, we suddenly found ourselves drawn round so we were face to face with our competitors and their impressive anatomical advantages; still, like us, in harness.

'Vile we vait for ze final rezult...' Mistress Schwarz said in accented English. 'I am going to claim ze spoilz of victory.' She began to undo her pony's crotch straps.

We looked at Mistress who nodded rather grimly. 'You know what to do.'

It was pretty clear what she meant and like obedient subs, Bryony and I dropped to our knees. A moment later for a second time in my life I found myself rather reluctantly with my tongue in Gronia's pussy. For the record, I hadn't really meant to end up there the first time though I hadn't resisted when she'd lead me into the changing rooms one night after training. It was only when I got there that I'd found myself regretting it. Gronia was a well built lass and I'm not just talking cleavage; if she hadn't been a skater should could have been a pro wrestler and I'd soon found myself pinned between her remarkably powerful thighs clamped clam-like around my head with the choice of being smothered or tickling the pearl within until she released me. It hadn't been pleasant then and it didn't feel much better now though at least this time she was as tightly restrained as I was and therefore unable to pin me down. She was salty and sweaty and I was relieved when she came a little before her fellow pony, growling into her bit and pushing her pussy against my face.

It was only as I came up for air that I realised Mistress Carter was on her knees beside us doing the same service to Mistress Schwarz.

*

Overall we'd come fourth; a male pair had won first and second and; Mistress Schwarz was third. It was disappointing to miss out on a medal, especially by such a slight margin. However, I then discovered we'd won the 'newcomer's' prize and, after a bit of confusion, we appeared to have won the 'mixed doubles' too. Despite this, I was disappointed for Mistress and felt rather embarrassed that I had not been able to do better and protect her from delivering the 'spoils of victory' Mistress Schwarz had exacted from her. As ponies it was probably not unexpected that we'd had to go down; it happens after the mares race too; a wager has been made and needs to be settled...

It was only back at the campsite that I discovered that a wager had been made in this case too.

Mistress Carter was a woman who was normally so comfortable with herself it had been odd to see her quite so keyed up about winning; her disappointment at losing was also surprising. When she'd lost the dressage to Barbie two years running, she'd simply shrugged and gone to the pub with Reuben. I was fairly sure it wasn't just the going down on her former mistress that was upsetting her; it certainly wasn't the first time she'd done that.

'I have been rather foolish.' Mistress Carter told us as she removed our tack. 'I made a bet with Mistress Schwarz.'

'Whad aboud, Mishdressh?' Bryony asked.

'I promised I would become her slave again if she beat me.'

Bryony looked at Mistress in surprise. 'Whad...? Forever?'

Mistress laughed, genuinely amused at Bryony's concern. 'Not forever, but for the rest of the year.'

'Shid!'

It was still May.

'It's a shame that I won't be able to join Rueben in Japan.' She said removing Bryony's bridle. 'Or to train the pair of you further.'

'When do you have to...?' Bryony asked now able to speak freely.

'Next Monday.'

*

CHAPTER 27: BACK TO MARES

*

After Mistress revelation the trip home had been rather subdued. Bryony and I had attempted to lift Mistress' spirits as we drove back through France and, to some extent succeeded. The night before we caught the ferry, we shared a meal and a bottle of wine and managed a laugh about the race especially when we discovered why there was some confusion over whether we'd won the mixed doubles. Apparently, Gronia's partner was the partner I'd met before; he'd has a sex change. I looked at Bryony when I heard this revelation but she shrugged. 'I thought she tasted a bit odd.' She said.

However, when we landed at Dover, Mistress' mood changed and she locked us into our chastity belts.

'You two had way too much fun last night.' She said.

This was a little unfair, we'd all had a lot of fun with Bryony and I trying to raise Mistress' spirits.

Though she didn't gag us or make us travel in the stalls, we got the impression that she didn't want to be disturbed.

We arrived late in the evening, the M25 and M4 doing their best to draw out an already long journey. Things did look up briefly when, after unloading our kit, Mistress commanded us to the stables where she told us to strip. She had Bryony kneel while she chained me on my feet, arms and legs spread, naked save my collar and the chastity restraint.

'It's been fun.' Mistress cupped my chin and brushed her lips against mine, those storm grey eyes looking almost longingly into mine.

My cock was already straining at the leash.

When she looked away, I felt abandoned.

'I have a few things to sort out.' Mistress said to Bryony. 'I'm leaving you in charge.' She passed Bryony the keys to our chastity belts.

'Yes, Mistress.' Bryony beamed, grinning mischievously though she didn't move as Mistress left the stable.

Outside in the yard, we heard the horse box start and drive out onto the road.

That's when Bryony jumped to her feet.

'Cheer up, Ponyboy.' She squeezed my balls and patted the chastity belt. 'If you're a good boy I might take this off later.'

Then she scampered out of the stable looking back over her shoulder to shout the inevitable. 'Don't go away.'

*

I stood alone for what must have been over thirty minutes waiting for Bryony to reappear. I was tired and stiff and sad for Mistress and after a while began to pull at my chains in frustration. Suddenly it didn't seem much fun anymore but then I saw her. Mistress might be a goddess in rubber but Bryony appeared to have the leather scene sewn up. She looked divine and there was something about her manner that made all of me stand rigidly to attention. She was dressed in a red leather outfit that just commanded my devotion: a heavily padded leather bra pushed up her little breasts and a short leather skirt was impossibly tight over her perfect bottom; then there were the boots, thigh high, shiny toe boots and an open faced hood behind which her ponytail danced; she'd donned fingerless leather gloves too and, over her shoulder was a leather bag from which the handle of a crop protruded. If I could have, I'd have dropped to my knees.

'So, Ponyboy.' Bryony put down the bag and pressed herself against me, her hands sliding down my body. My cock strained as she slipped the key into its restraint. 'I think you told me I was a rubbish dominatrix.'

'I don't recall that.' I swallowed, barely able to take my eyes off her.

'Don't lie to me slave.' She said jerking the ring off my balls and squeezing them. 'Unless you want to be punished.'

'Of course not, Mistress.' It might have been my tiredness but was suddenly shaking with an intoxicating mix of excitement and just a little fear.

She stepped behind me and, reaching round, slid the rings off my cock.

'I'm glad we understand each other.' She massaged my cock, pressing herself against me; I could feel the pressure of her padded breasts against my back; in the toe boots she was tall enough that I felt her breath on my neck; I could smell her scent and the fresh new leather. 'Because, you're about to find out just how dominant I can be.'

The fingers of her left hand stayed on my cock as her right hand moved up to play with my nipple rings.

'And, if you're a good boy, I might just keep you like this.' She nibbled at my neck. 'Would you like that, PonyBoy.'

I hesitated only for a moment. 'Yes, Mistress.'

'That's Goddess, to you, PonyBoy.' She pinched my nipple.

'Yes, Goddess.'

She let go of me and walked to the bag, bending down to open it.

'We'll start with this.' She pulled out a penis gag.

'Yes, Goddess.'

I watched her slide the gag into her pussy.

'I just want to be very sure you know who it is that expects your obedience.' She pulled the gag out of her pussy and pushed it into my mouth.

'Eth, Gudeth.' Her taste filled my mouth.

'Good boy.' She played with one of my nipple rings then stepped behind me to fasten the gag in place; then she walked to the bag again.

I watched her pick up the whip.

I was shocked to fine I wanted to beg her to use it on me.

'Count.' She slashed the whip across my buttocks.

'Uhhh!' I gasped. 'Un.'

Again.

'Oo.'

'You will address me as 'Goddess'.'

'Eth, Gudeth.' The pain was intense but I just wanted more. 'Ree, Gudeth.'

'Better.'

'Our... vive.. shicks...'. I was trembling. 'Gudesh... gudesh... gudesh...'. I wasn't sure I could take anymore even if I wanted to.

'You shaking.' She pressed herself against me again.

'Esh, Gudesh.'

'Does it excite you that I have total control over you?'

I swallowed. 'Eth, Gudeth.'

'Good.'

She teased my cock running her finger along it then squeezed my balls. Then she hung the crop from one of my nipple rings and pressed her body against my side, her right hand holding my cock as she began to slap my buttocks with her left.

Smack.

'Count.'

'Un, Gudeth.'

'Oo, Gudeth...'

At five I came my load, my cock twitching and semen shooting across the stable.

'You're a born sub.' She said in a tone of humiliating contempt.

'Eth, Gudeth.'

'What are you?'

'A borng shub, Gudeth.'

'And don't you forget it, PonyBoy.'

She freed me and I dropped to all fours, crawling to heel as I followed those shiny boots and those toned legs across the yard and into the kitchen where she removed the penis gag.

'You know what to do.' She said laying back on the kitchen table and spreading her legs.

I did and I did it eagerly, lapping at her pussy like the submissive slut I was.

*

When I'd pleasured her, she rubbed my face in her pussy and then strapped me into one of her single sleeves; it was the red leather one, the one she liked to wear in the bedroom and she pulled it 'bedroom tight'. Then she strapped my ankles and thighs together and pulled me into a hogtie. Finally, she put the penis gag back into my mouth after thoroughly coating it in her pussy juices.

Then she prepared dinner, stepping around and over me in her toe boots and leaving me no option but to lie on the stone floor and look up at her. It was deliciously humiliating and by the time dinner was ready my cock was drooling again.

'You are such a slut.' She said gently kicking my stiff cock with the tip of her toe boot so it bounced. 'No wonder all those women you meet want to dominate you.'

She crouched in front of me, giving me a flash of pussy as she freed me from the hogtie although she left me restrained in the single sleeve and kept my legs strapped together. It was quite a relief to be able to straighten my legs but I longed to be able to move my tightly strapped shoulders; my elbows were nowhere near touching but the sleeve as way too tight for me to keep on for too long.

She sat on one of the kitchen chairs and hauled me up so I was sat on the floor between her legs. Then she removed the penis gag and fed me.

I'd fed her like this numerous times, propped against my body, utterly helpless and enjoyed it way more than watching her kneel over a bowl on the floor. Being treated like this myself was somehow just as pleasurable, sitting between her spread legs with my head resting against her pussy.

*

CHAPTER 28: TOTAL SUBMISSION

*

When she'd finished feeding me, she kissed me on the top of the head and played with my nipple rings.

'Mist... Goddess?'

'Yes, PonyBoy?'

'I... I just wanted to say that I love you.' I meant it and not just because she had me at her feet in bondage.

'Oh, PonyBoy.' She kissed me again. 'That's very sweet but you don't get round me that easily. Mistress left me in charge and I'd hate you to be subjected to less than perfect domination.'

'Yes, Goddess.'

'Besides I'm going to find out just how much you love me later.'

It sounded ominous and I was looking forward to it already.

Then she released me.

'Back to the stable, PonyBoy.'

I crawled back across the yard wearing nothing but my collar and knelt in the stable with my hands behind my head and a very stiff erection waiting for her and wondering what else might be in the bag.

It didn't take long before my leather goddess appeared on the doorway looking as perfect as ever with one minor difference.

She was wearing a strap on.

She clearly saw my expression.

'You do love me, don't you, PonyBoy.'

'Yes, Goddess.' I couldn't help looking at the strap on.

'And you'd do anything for me?' She knew what I was thinking.

'Of course, Goddess.' I knew what was coming.

'Then you know what I want you to do.'

'Yes, Goddess.'

What else could I do? I turned round and bent forward.

Bryony crouched behind me then dropped forward onto her knees. I felt the dildo brush against me.

I'd worn a tail, I told myself, how difficult could this be?

'Good boy.' She pressed the tip against my sphincter.

For a moment I wondered if it was a bluff to see how I'd react. Then she pushed.

The tip slid inside me and I gasped. It was bigger than my tail.

'Such a good ponyboy.' She pushed in deeper. 'So submissive.' A little deeper. 'I've seen how much you like being a sub.' Deeper still. 'I'm going to enjoy being your mistress.' The dildo was fully inside me now, stretching my sphincter painfully.

It hurt like buggery but then I suppose that was the point.

Her hands came round and played with my cock.

'Such a slut.' She said with an amused tone in her voice. 'Here I am buggering you and you're rock solid.' Her hands teased me sliding up and down my shaft.

'Yes, Goddess.'

Despite what she was doing or perhaps because of it, the pain in my sphincter began to melt away or, rather, became part of the sensation created by her playing with my cock.

'You're enjoying this aren't you, PonyBoy.' She purred, her lips beside my neck, her breath warm; then she bit me gently.

'Yes, Goddess.'

'And you like the idea of being my slave, don't you?'

'Yes, Goddess.'

'And you want to be my ponyboy in the marathon, don't you?'

'Yes, Goddess.'

'Then beg to be my slave.' She thrust in hard.

'Ungh!.' I gasped trying to collect my thoughts.

'Beg!'

'Goddess, please make me your slave and train me for the ponyboy marathon.'

'Such a submissive slut.' That tone of contemptuous humiliation was back.

She jerked on my cock and, for the second time that day, I came may load under dubious circumstances across the stable floor.

*

I spent almost a week as Bryony's slave, chained up in the stable or at the foot of her bed or walking to heel. She put me in harness too, driving me up the track. It wasn't my first time in harness alone but it was the first time she'd driven me and I found is surprisingly thrilling, not only that but I couldn't help wanting to please her and when she stood beside me up on the moor looking out over the sea I actually felt entirely at home and almost deliriously happy remembering the first time I'd driven her to the same spot. On the second day she hooded me and used nipple reins, clipping the reins to my harness and then using short chains to link them to my nipple rings in much the same way as hers were linked from the outer ring. It wasn't nearly as bad as I'd imagined; actually, I quite enjoyed it and it made me even more obedient but by that stage I barely noticed; I was Slave and PonyBoy to a beautiful mistress and as I ran blind and utterly at her mercy I wanted nothing more than to be her perfect slave.

I've no idea where she took me; I guess it was over some of the route we'd run with Honey Pot and, knowing Bryony, we probably stopped in the same clearing for her to take pleasure from her submissive ponyboy which she did with me standing in harness (minus the cock restraint) and her wrapping her thighs round my body as she impaled herself on my rampant cock. On one of the days I was sure she was driving me up towards the village and then I heard the familiar sound of the smithy gate opening. Then I was driven into Tom's yard and, a few moments later found myself left still harnessed to the chariot in the blacksmith's yard as she visited her friend, Cassie; she even brought the lovely blonde out to admire and to tease me. Cassie seemed particularly interested in my nipple piercings and offered to put more rings in if Bryony wanted better control over me. There was a long and intense discussion about penile piercings and a good deal of graphic demonstration as Bryony released my cock and Cassie showed her where the piercings might go, what they might be used for and the stimulation they might give. I learnt that Cassie's husband, Tom, had one.

I'm pretty squeamish about this sort fo stuff but after being handled casually by the pair of them for what must have been about twenty minutes I was so excited that Bryony had to apologise to Cassie on my behalf when I drooled all over her hand.

'You'll get a good spanking when we get home, you naughty boy!.' She told me.

I certainly hoped I would.

*

Bryony clearly enjoyed herself as much as me judging by her apparent constant need for sex. When she wasn't using my cock she kept it tightly restrained either in the chastity device or 'spatchcocked' in the pony harness where it seemed to strain constantly for release. She used my tongue a lot too, waking me sometimes in the night to service her, removing the gag she'd put me down in and pulling my mouth to her sex with an urgency of need that was almost as great as mine to serve her. It wasn't just pleasure for her, several times, as I knelt at her feet in the evenings, she strapped a dildo gag to my mouth and went down on me or made me take her from behind as she knelt on all fours. She didn't bugger me again but she did make me wear a tail almost constantly, her old one, the size twelve. She kept on marking me with her scent too, rubbing her sex on my face or using a gag that she'd coated in her juices.

'I'd use my knickers to gag you.' She said on the second morning but I hardly ever wear them so there wouldn't be much point. 'Though if you'd like to try them, I would't mind. I know how you like pink knickers.'

I blushed.

'Oh, I know all about your time with Tabatha and those randy riders.' She said as she harnessed me. 'They kept Mistress fully updated. I expect you're quite a star in certain social media circles, especially after that night in the hotel.'

She struck me with her whip.

That night... she clearly only knew about one of them...

'You're a very naughty boy.'

'Yes, Goddess.'

She kept me hooded and when she did remove my hood she was the only thing I was permitted to look at; sometimes with my head bowed looking at her boots and sometimes looking up at her as she stood over me; magnificent and utterly dominant, whip in hand and blazing dominant lust in her eyes. She wore nothing but the red leather outfit, the tight bra and that tiny, tight skirt and the thigh high toe boots which she made me worship on my knees, licking the gorgeous shiny leather from heel to thigh before pulling my mouth up a little higher and taking her pleasure from my eager tongue. She called me 'good boy' when I pleased her and used the whip mercilessly for any minor error or misstep as she trained, punishing me at the end of the day for my tally of demerits and I thanked her for every stroke.

Sometimes I even begged for more just to enjoy the thrill of this dominant goddess who was fulfilling every one of my submissive fantasies.

*

Mistress returned on the sixth day.

She found us in the kitchen with me kneeling at Bryony's feet in chains and her feeding me breakfast.

'Mistress.' Bryony scrambled to her feet. She was still looking gorgeous; still flaunting her fabulous body for me in the red leather gear that she had forced me to dress her in every morning.

When she dropped to her knees beside me, putting her hands behind her head I almost wanted to protest.

'Do I need to punish you?' Mistress asked looking at Bryony and then at me.

I was naked apart from my collar and I knew mistress would be able to see every mark of abuse on my body.

'Probably.' Bryony knelt up and stuck out her tits. 'I have been taking liberties with your property.' She glanced at me.

'Perhaps later.' Mistress Carter smiled but clearly looked saddened. She was dressed in her usual rubber; today a tight sleeveless vest that clearly showed she wasn't wearing a bra and short skirt that left little doubt from where I was kneeling that she wasn't wearing knickers either.

I felt my cock swell as she cuffed Bryony's wrists behind her back.

'You could just say no, Mistress.' Bryony said.

'I could.' Mistress shrugged. 'But a wager is a wager and it is only just under seven months.'

'But Reuben...'

'Reuben will, I am sure, be very happy with his stable full of oriental girls.' Mistress interrupted. 'Besides, a little discipline will do me good. Help me to focus. Although I must say owning you two has been a lot of fun.'

Bryony glanced at me.

'We have enjoyed having you as our Mistress.' Bryony bowed her head switching it seemed almost instantly from the dominant role to the submissive one.

'Yes, Mistress.' I added.

'Which just leaves one final decision.' Mistress said standing in front of us.

We looked up at her.

'I have left the keys to your cuffs in the yard.' She said. 'I propose that whomsoever reaches them first is left in charge.'

We continued to look up at her, neither of us, apparently, wanting to end the life of submission we had enjoyed since our wedding. Then, suddenly, Bryony leapt to her feet.

I stayed kneeling. Bryony was my goddess, the love of my life and I had spent the week as her submissive ponyboy. I loved being hers, I loved the utter dominance she had shown, the way she used me, marked me with her scent, punished me. I wanted her to train me for the ponyboy marathon and keep me as her sex slave.

But then I saw her move, lithe and graceful despite the toe boots even with her hands cuffed behind her, her fed mane dancing about her head; she was vital and beautiful a force that needed to be channelled, trained, harnessed and bridled. Bryony was a natural submissive, she'd once literally begged me to dominate her. She was also a beautiful, elegant pony. She would make the perfect dressage mare and I could keep her as my willing and utterly submissive sex toy.

I was also closer to the door.

I leapt to my feet.

Dominance or submission?

I hesitated for a moment then did what every red blooded Englishman would do in that situation.

I let the lady go first.

Then I tripped her up, ran over her back and claimed the keys for myself.

Bryony was going to be a dressage pony.

END

Mike and Bryony will return in 'The PonyGirl Dressage Competition'