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Number One Pony
THE PONY PROFESSOR
After dinner we relaxed and talked with the other girls. At least we relaxed as much as possible. It’s not easy wearing two pounds of buzzing metal between your legs. The vibration is concentrated just above your pussy but the chastity belt carries the sensation all over your crotch. Audrey was bemused by the sensation. She’d never worn a chastity belt, much less a vibrating one and she kept squirming.
“Wiggling around isn’t going to help,” I told her.
“This is the most incredible sensation,” she said. “Its sexy but very frustrating.”
“That’s’ the point,” I said. “And it could be worse.”
“In God’s name how?”
“You could be lying on a fur rug in front of a warm crackling fireplace in a tight hog tie listening to two mistresses make love in the next room all night.”
“Someone did that to you?” Audrey asked.
I nodded. “It nearly drove me out of my mind.”
“Yes, I could see how that might happen,” she said squirming. “It was nice the first hour or so, but now its becoming insidious.”
“Yep.”
“Ooooh,” she said, trying to find a comfortable position. “We have to endure this all night?”
I nodded.
“I hear that Mistress Karen has offered to buy that big male,” someone said.
“Worth any price,” another woman commented.
“Is she going to buy him or trade one of our males away?” asked Aggie, the lead on another team.
“If I was his owner I would demand more than one of our males,” Donna said. “That guy is worth three other men.”
“Why would it have to be a male?” Number Three asked. “She might want to trade for one of us.”
“You for instance?” I laughed.
“I wouldn’t mind,” Number Three said. “That Lady Domicilla is very beautiful.”
“I heard that she won’t have anything to do with women,” Gloria said. “Males only for her.”
“I bet Number One could change her mind,” Audrey said, looking at me. “She has a very talented tongue.”
“She sure does,” Gloria laughed. “But from what I hear Lady Domicilla wouldn’t let her get close enough to see her pussy, much less lick it.”
“She doesn’t know what she’s missing,” someone said.
“Is she a professional dom?” Angie asked.
“She used to be but apparently she came into money and retired. She no longer takes in clients for pay, but she keeps half a dozen male slaves.”
“Did she train that huge hunk of a man?” Susan, Angie’s number four asked.
“No, she bought him in Scotland,” Gloria said. “She had never owned a pony boy but she attended a pony meet while she was over there and liked what she saw. She paid a fortune for Big Boy and after discovering how much fun they can be she decided to convert the rest of her slaves to ponies. But she doesn’t feel that she’s ready to train ponies herself so she sent Timmy to us as a test and if she’s satisfied with the results we might get the rest of her males later.”
“She ought to hang out here and learn to be a pony mistress,” Number Two said.
“She and Mistress Karen have been discussing just that,” Gloria answered.
“Do they train mistresses too?” Audrey asked.
“Why not, if they train ponies for other people,” I answered. “It makes sense to train dominants.”
“If she is no longer professional why does she still use a silly name like Domicilla?” asked Angie.
“What’s silly about it?” Number Two asked.
“It means house in Latin,” Angie replied.
“How do you know?” Number Two asked. “Do you speak Latin?”
“I used to be a college professor, remember?” Angie said.
“Oh, yeah.”
“You really were a professor?” Debbie asked. Angie nodded.
“So how did you come to be here?”
“Through one of my former students,” Angie said. “About ten years ago she finished training here and was on her first furlough. She dropped by the campus and we had coffee. She told me about being a pony girl.”
“And you instantly decided that you wanted to be one, right?” Gloria laughed.
“No, not at all,” Angie replied. “At first I was appalled. I thought is was horrible for a woman to give up her freedom, not to mention a waste of her education.”
“You sound like a feminine libber,” Audrey said.
“Oh, I was,” Angie said. “I was hard core for liberation. In the seventies I marched in demonstrations, burned my bra, wrote letters to newspapers, the works.”
“And now you’re a sex slave. What changed your mind?”
“I decided to talk my student out of it,” Angie said. “I took it upon myself to counsel her.”
“Uh oh, I think I can see it coming,” Susan laughed.
Angie nodded. “In order to help her I first had to understand what she was doing, so I asked her to tell me about being a pony in detail. She was all too happy to talk about it.”
“Turned you on, did it?” asked Debbie.
“Sure did,” Angie answered. “The more we talked, the hotter I got.”
“Did you have sex with the student?” I asked.
“No, but I convinced myself that I should experience what she went through, so I could better understand how to help her. All in the spirit of research you understand.”
“Right!” laughed Number Three.
“So I allowed her to talk me into wearing harness,” Angie said blushing. “I told myself it would merely be for a clinical evaluation of the experience.”
“Ah hah,” said Susan mock seriously. “And what was your evaluation of that experience?”
“I didn’t care much for the harness at first,” Angie said. “In fact, I felt rather silly as she buckled it onto my body.”
“Were you naked?” Audrey asked.
“No. Buttercup wanted me to be naked and I wanted to be fully dressed. We compromised and I wore my panties and bra,” Angie said.
“And you felt silly in harness?” Gloria asked.
“Yes, right up to the instant that she buckled my wrists together.”
“What happened?” Susan laughed. “As if we don’t already know,”
“The instant that I was helpless I felt a thrill like nothing I’d ever experienced,” Angie said seriously.
The room was quiet while each woman remembered her first time in restraint.
“Welcome to the club,” Debbie said.
“Where did you get the harness?” Number Three asked. “Did your student happen to have a set with her?”
“No, she put together a simple harness out of nylon straps. I didn’t get to wear leather until later. We didn’t have a bit so she used a ball gag, but she strapped my arms very tightly behind my back and marched me around my house on a leash.”
“Did you go outside?”
“Yes,” Angie giggled. “She dragged me through the door into my back yard. She walked me around, then hitched me to a tree and left me alone.”
“Did anyone see you?” Gloria asked.
“No, my back yard had a tall privacy fence,” Angie said
“Aw, darn it,” some one said.
“Did you hope that someone might see you, right?” Audrey asked.
Angie nodded. “I was terrified that someone might see me and disappointed when no one did.”
“Welcome to exhibitionism,” Number Three chuckled.
“And later?” I asked after a moment.
“She put me in harness a few more times.”
“Did you still wear panties?”
“No, I was naked.”
“Did you lick her pussy?”
“No, I was still too conventional then.”
“What else happened?”
“Between visits from Buttercup I researched information on pony girls,” Angie said. “Which led to bondage, s and m, and finally serious torture.”
“Did you find a lot of literature in the university library?” Gloria asked.
“As a matter of fact I did,” Angie said. “In the psychology section.”
“And just what did you find out about yourself?” Number Four asked.
“Some disturbing and shocking things,” Angie admitted. “I was appalled at myself.”
“So was I,” Susan said. “When I first got into this.” There was a murmur of agreement.
“Did you try the porn stores?”
“Yes, I did that too,” Angie said. “I discovered a solid base of information.”
“So, you read all of the John Willie books?”
“Oh, I loved the artwork,” she said. “I wanted to wear those costumes.”
“Who doesn’t?” Debbie chuckled.
“Go on with your story,” I suggested.
“I started to wear the harness in public under my clothes,” Angie said.
“A vibrator too?” Debbie asked grinning.
“Actually, two vibrators,” Angie said.
“Good girl,” yelled Number Three.
Everyone applauded.
“Tell me professor,” Number Four said very seriously. “Was it difficult to deliver a lecture in class with a vibrator buzzing inside your pussy?”
“It was delightful,” Angie answered straight faced. “But cost me a fortune in batteries.”
It took several minutes for the laughter to quiet down. Angie continued her story.
“When Buttercup’s furlough was up I went to a professional dominatrix and paid her for pony sessions,” she said.
“Were they good?” Donna, Debbie’s lead asked.
“I thought so at the time,” Angie said. “But looking back, they were flat and shallow, nothing at all like what we get here. The dominatrix wasn’t truly a pony mistress but she did her best and at least I got to wear real leather.”
“How many times did you go to her?” Gloria asked.
“Perhaps a dozen or so. I wanted to be dominated by a man but I didn’t have the courage to put myself in that position.”
“That’s understandable.”
After a while I wanted more intensity so I asked the dominatrix to tie me tighter, work me harder, and take photographs of me.”
“Uh oh,” Debbie said. “How bad were the pictures?”
“The worst possible. I posed in harness in some pretty explicit positions but the worst was stark naked on an X cross with a dildo up my pussy.”
“Did you wear a mask or hood?”
“Nope, I stared right into the camera while she shot several rolls of film.”
“Did the pictures get published?” Number Two asked.
“Not in a magazine but I gave her permission to blow them up and exhibit them in her dungeon. They’re probably still there.”
“I like modeling,” Number Two said.
“Yeah,” Number Three said. “The raunchier the better.”
“And her pictures have been published in bondage magazines,” Number Four said. Two smiled proudly.
“There was a woman taking pictures when Debbie got branded,” Audrey said.
“That was Mary, the accountant,” I told her. “She keeps a photo journal of the farm.”
“And I’ll get copies for my album,” Debbie said.
“Do you keep photo albums?” Audrey gasped.
“Sure,” I said. “If you choose to. I have seventeen years of memories, starting on the first day I arrived.”
“Do they take pictures of everyone?” she asked in a panic. “I can’t have that. If pictures of me were get out it would ruin my reputation.”
“They won’t take your picture unless you give signed permission,” I said. I didn’t think it was the time to tell Audrey that Mary had photographed us on the cross, even though Audrey’s back was to the camera. “Mary examines every photograph very carefully and if someone happens to appear in one who doesn’t want to be photographed she destroys that picture and the negative.”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely sure,” Gloria told her. “Mistress Karen is adamant about protecting our privacy.”
“But what if the pictures did get out, aren’t you worried they might fall into the wrong hands?”
“There are no wrong hands, as far as I’m concerned,” I said.
“Me neither,” added Debbie. “I love to have people look at my pictures. That’s why I like to model for magazines.”
Audrey looked at me questioningly.
“Yes, I’ve appeared in porn magazines too,” I said.
“So have I” Gloria said. “And I’ve been doing it so long that I recently did a shoot with a young man who is the son of one of my old partners.”
Audrey’s mouth dropped open. “You can’t be serious,” she gasped.
“She sure is,” Debbie said straight faced. “In fact, she hopes to have sex with the guy’s grandson before she dies.”
Audrey finally realized that they were pulling her leg. She blushed and pretended to scowl at them.
“Go on with your story,” Number Two said to Angie. “What else happened to you?”
“I experienced my first whipping.”
“Did you have your first bondage orgasm?” Number Three asked.
“No, I’d already had many of those,” she said. “The dominatrix always made me come by playing with my pussy at the end of every session. But the whipping was my first pain induced orgasm.”
“A good one?”
“Fantastic,” Angie said. “That was when I became hooked. After she whipped me I begged to eat her pussy.”
“Were you already gay?” Gloria asked.
“Nope, I didn’t even know that I had lesbian tendencies until then,” Angie said. “And I’m not totally gay, just bi sexual.”
“So you wouldn’t mind screwing that giant stallion?” Number Two asked innocently.
“I’d screw him in the middle of the university football stadium on live television,” Angie said.
It took about ten minutes for the laughter to die down.
“When did you decide to become a full time pony?” Audrey asked.
“Right after the photography session,” Angie answered. “ I got so turned on looking at my pictures that I wanted to wear harness every day. I hung pictures all over my house. I became so enthralled with bondage that I couldn’t concentrate on my career. All I thought about was becoming a slave. So I finished the semester, sold my house, closed out my affairs and resigned from the university,” Angie said. “Then I came here and asked to be trained. That was nine years ago.”
“What happened when you came here?”
“Two mistresses stripped me naked in the barnyard and strapped me into harness. They were very rough and tightened the buckles until they bit into my skin.”
“Oooh, poor thing,” Gloria said. “When did you have your first orgasm?”
“About three minutes later.”
“And you’ve lived here ever since?” asked Audrey. “Any regrets?”
“Only that I didn’t learn about pony girls earlier.”
“And you changed your attitude about feminine liberation?” asked Donna.
“No, not at all,” Angie said. “In fact, I feel more freedom as a pony girl than I ever did on the outside.”
“It does open doors for you,” I said.
There were deep nods of agreement.
“What’s your wildest fantasy?” Debbie asked.
“I’d like to be on a float in the college homecoming parade, stark naked on an x cross while someone whips my breasts,” she answered. “And I want all of the university faculty, all my former students, my parents, brothers and sisters and especially my ex husband to be on the reviewing stand as I pass by.”
“And have the float pulled by a team of pony girls, right?”
Angie thought about it, then shook her head. “No, I don’t want anything to divert attention from me. I’d want to be the only naked woman in sight.”
“Cool.”
“Your student’s name was Buttercup?” Gloria asked.
“I can’t use her real name,” Angie said. “But she was called Buttercup when she was here.”
“I remember her,” Number Three said. “She was a short girl with a pageboy hair cut. Really cute.”
“Yes,” Gloria added. “She had a sweet personality and was a very enthusiastic pony.”
“What ever happened to her?” I asked.
“Mistress Karen put her up for auction.” Angie said. “She was sold to a family in Phoenix. She’s very happy there.”
“A family?” Debbie asked.
“Yes, with three teenaged boys,” Angie replied. “They keep her very busy and very contented.”
“Interesting family,” Susan commented. “Is the mother a pony girl?”
“No, she’s the dominant force in that household. Buttercup submits to the father and the boys every day but she spends more time with her face between the mother’s legs than she does with the males.”
“Are the males submissive?”
“No, they are all dominant, but the mother rules the roost.”
“Do you keep in touch with Buttercup?” Audrey asked.
Angie nodded. “We take our furloughs together.”
“She gets furloughs at her new home?” Number Three asked.
“Yep, it was written into her sales contract.”
“You know,” Donna mused. “With three teenaged boys, I might be tempted to take my furloughs at Buttercup’s home.”
Angie lowered her eyes and blushed. I looked at her curiously, and then it dawned!
“Oh, my God,” I gasped. “You do that, don’t you?”
Angie buried her face in her hands and nodded. The room echoed with laughter.
PONY KATE
Audrey noticed that one of the other girls seemed to be lost in thought. The pony was Kate who is on Debbie’s team. Kate was staring into space, lost in thought. Audrey nudged me and raised her eyebrows questioningly. Kate noticed and snapped out of her reverie.
“Katie, you have an interesting history,” I said. “Do you mind telling Audrey your story?”
Kate shrugged. “Why not?” She straightened up. “I became a pony because of my mother.”
Audrey’s eyes widened. She turned to me in amazement. I shushed her and pointed for her to listen to Kate.
“I was twenty one,” Kate said. “I was driving home from college for the weekend and I’d just reached the city when I saw my mother driving the other way on the freeway. I waved and beeped my horn but she didn’t see me, so I turned around and tried to catch up to her.
“Mom is a very successful realtor in Seattle and specializes in country estates. She travels a lot, so I assumed that she was on her way to a showing. I’d just about caught up with her when she turned off onto a side road. The road was paved but eventually it changed to gravel, then dirt. I was driving a new car and I didn’t want to damage the paint with bouncing rocks so I slowed down. I lost contact with mom’s car but caught sight again when I saw her stopped at a gate. She was quite a way ahead of me and she was unlocking a padlock. She drove through the gate, then closed and locked it. I was driving slowly toward her but she didn’t see me. She drove away and disappeared around a curve. I stopped at the gate and wondered why she’d locked it. After all, if she were meeting someone to show a property she would have left the gate open.
“I stopped my car and wondered if I should just go on home, but something made me very curious, so I climbed the fence and followed the road on foot. I didn’t have to go very far because when I rounded the curve I saw Mom’s car parked near an old barn. Another car was there too.
“The barn sat in the middle of a large meadow but there were no other buildings in sight. I assumed that mom was selling the land to someone to build a big house on.
“Mom wasn’t in sight but a man was leaning on a post outside the barn. I started to approach when my mother walked out stark naked.”
“Uh oh,” Audrey breathed.
“Mom stood beside the man, turned her back to him and folded her arms behind her back. The man took a leather strap from a hook on the wall and bound my mother’s arms. She tested them then nodded to him. Then he buckled her into pony harness.”
“Didn’t they see you?”
“No, I jumped behind a tree,” Kate said.
“I didn’t know about pony slavery then,” Kate continued. “And I wondered what hold he had over her to compel her to submit that way.”
“Being a natural born pony girl can be compelling enough,” Gloria said quietly.
“Um hmm, but I didn’t know that then,” Kate said. “I assumed that he must have been blackmailing her somehow.
“When he finished buckling the harness on Mom the man touched her body. He touched her anywhere he wanted and as long as he wanted. Mom stood impassively for a while, then she began to move. She moved very sexually and it was obvious that she enjoyed it.
“Oh, yes,” someone murmured.
“Yeah,” Kate said wryly. “He touched her like he owned her.”
Kate paused, then continued. “The man took a riding crop from the wall and smacked Mom across her bottom a few times. She bent and wiggled her butt for him so he smacked her a couple more times, then he led her away from the barn. Every bit of her body language indicated how eager she was. He stood still and held a long leash while she walked around him in a circle. Then she broke into a trot. After a few turns he led her around the perimeter of the meadow. They came so close to me that I had to duck out of sight.
“After circling the meadow the man slapped her on the bottom and she began running. She ran easily with her back straight and her head high and I could se that she was used to doing this. They circled the meadow several times, then he slowed her to a walk and let her cool down.
“He took her back to the barn and removed her bit. He gave her a long drink of water and played with her breasts while she drank. She spilled a lot of water but laughed as his hands roamed freely over her body. When she finished drinking she offered her mouth for him to kiss. He kissed her and kept his hands busy with her body at the same time. Then they talked about something.
“I couldn’t hear but I could tell that he wanted Mom to do something and she was reluctant. He held something small in his hand. I couldn’t see what it was and Mom didn’t like it. She shook her head at first, but eventually she agreed. She nodded, looked up at the sky and took a deep breath. The man did something with her breast and immediately a look of pain came over her face.”
“Ah, nipple clamps.” Debbie said knowingly.
“Precisely,” Kate answered. “Mom writhed for a moment but shook her head when he asked her a question. I presumed that he was offering to take it off. He waited until she settled down, then held up another. Mom offered her other breast and he put the second one on. He waited until she got used to it, then carefully clipped reins to the clamps and walked away backwards. Mom followed on her toes.
“He led her around the meadow, keeping the reins taut and eventually her expression changed from pain to pleasure.”
There were rustlings and murmurs from the listening slaves. Several crossed their legs tightly. (Including me.)
“He led her back to the barn and removed the clamps. He caressed her breasts until she was gasping in delight, then slipped his hand between her legs. I watched as he fingered my mother to an orgasm.”
The rustlings grew a little louder.
“It was pretty disconcerting seeing my mother in harness,” Kate said wryly. “But that was just the beginning.”
“When she came he held her close until she calmed down,” Kate continued. “Then he put the clamps back on her nipples and tossed the reins over a beam. He tugged the reins until Mom was on her toes, then he tied them off and walked into the barn.
“He left her there for a long time and Mom just stood patiently. She shuffled around a little and tried to relieve the strain by raising up on her toes, but when she let herself drop I saw a look of pleasure come over her face.”
“How did you feel all that time?” Gloria asked.
“Astonished, dismayed, confused, betrayed,” Kate said. “And aroused.”
Everyone nodded understandingly.
“Its bad enough to find out that your mother is has a lover,” Kate said. “But to realize that she’s also a masochist is hard for a young girl to accept. I didn’t know how bad she was until the man walked out of the barn and casually slapped her reins. Mom’s eyes were closed and she wasn’t expecting that but she jerked upwards and screamed so loud that it echoed off the trees. He watched as she writhed, then gave her a kiss.”
“Did she have and an orgasm?” someone asked.
“Oh yes.” Kate answered. “I could tell by the look on her face.”
“Oooh, what happened next?”
“He went back inside and left her hanging.”
“How long did she wait?”
“It was a long time,” Kate said. “But Mom didn’t seem to mind. She just stood in the sunlight. Finally the man emerged pulling a pony cart. He released her from the beam, hooked her to the cart and they went for a ride.
“By now I was beside myself with confusion, but when he flicked a whip across her shoulder and she giggled I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she trotted across the meadow and I was disappointed when they disappeared into the trees.”
“Where did they go?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” Kate said. “ I ran across the meadow and saw that they had taken a narrow dirt road through the forest. I had no idea where the road led and I didn’t dare follow them in case the came back and discovered me, so I went back to my hiding place. I sat on a log and waited. When they returned, I could hear them talking before they came in sight. I couldn’t understand what they said but Mom was conversing over her shoulder as she ran.”
“She must have been in good condition,” Number Two commented.
“Yeah, I thought it was from going to aerobics,” Kate said. “Bit I found out later that she’d been a pony girl for several years.”
“With the same master?”
“Yes. He’s the only master she’s had.”
“How often do they meet?”
“Two or three days a week.”
“What happened after that?”
“He walked Mom around the meadow cooling her down, then he fucked her,” Kate said brutally. “He took off her harness but left her arms bound. Then had her lie down on the grass, he took off his clothes and got on top of her. I could see and hear everything clearly. Mom was very enthusiastic. She bounced him into the air.”
The room was utterly silent.
“After they finished he apparently dozed off. Mom wrapped her legs around him and lay there while he slept.”
“How long did he sleep?” Susan asked.
“Perhaps half an hour, then he got up, ordered her to stand and led her back to the barn. I hadn’t noticed but Mom’s arms were still tied behind her back. She walked without any discomfort at all. That was when I realized that she was used to being tied up.”
“Very interesting,” Gloria commented.
“Yeah,” Kate said wryly. “I discovered that Mom’s master was one hell of a man too, because he decided the screw her again. He pointed to a hitching rail. She draped herself over it and wiggled her bottom as he tied her feet apart, then he screwed her from behind.”
Kate paused and looked around. “I know what you are all dying to ask. But I honestly don’t know if he fucked my mother up her ass or not. I was too far away to see, and that’s one question I haven’t asked her.”
The room was absolutely silent.
“When he finished the second time he untied Mom and she went into the barn. He plopped down on a bench against the wall. He sprawled in a disgusting posture of pure satisfaction. After a while she came out fully dressed and looking perfectly normal. She sat beside him and they talked for a while, then she kissed him and walked to her car.
I realized that Mom would see my car as soon as she unlocked the gate so I ran back to it and drove away.”
“How long had you been there?” Gloria asked.
“Almost four hours,” Kate said. “I drove home in a state of shock, and when I got there the house keeper was preparing for a dinner that evening. Dad was home and I didn’t want to talk to him so I helped the housekeeper. Mom showed up an hour later in a cheerful mood. She gave Dad a kiss and me a big hug and dragged me to her room so we could talk while she got ready for the party. There was absolutely no sign of what she had been doing all afternoon. I tried to conceal my agitation but she saw that something was bothering me so I lied and told her that I’d had a quarrel with my boyfriend.
“I didn’t want to sit through a dinner but Mom insisted. The guests arrived and Mom was her normal happy, effervescent self. She introduced me to the guests and didn’t let on a thing when her master arrived.”
“What?”
“The man who had screwed my mother walked in wearing a thousand dollar suit and looking like a gentleman.
“She introduced me to him as if he were just a normal friend. They were correct and proper and there wasn’t the slightest sign that they had been together just a few hours earlier.
“Incredible!” Audrey said.
“Yeah, it turned out that he is the president of a bank that Mom did business with, and he’s a friend of my father.”
“Did your father suspect anything?” Number Two asked.
“No, Mom was the perfect hostess and spent no more time with her master than any other guest, but I watched and saw that she brushed against him very subtly a few times, but no one else noticed.”
“Not even your father?” Audrey asked.
“Him last of all. My Dad is an amiable, charming man who drinks too much,” Kate sighed. “I’ve never seen him drunk, but I’ve never seen him completely sober either. He’s in a constant state of mild intoxication. And he has had a succession of mistresses and girl friends since I was a little girl. Mom put up with it for years.”
“Did she have lovers too?”
“No, Mom is a gorgeous woman and she attracts a lot of men, but she told me that she had been faithful to Dad until she met her master.”
“And they became lovers.”
“Right.”
“When did you and your mother talk?” I asked.
“Years later, after I became a pony girl,” Kate answered.
“Why did you become a pony?” Gloria asked.
“Because despite my shock and confusion, I discovered that watching my mother in harness was an incredible turn on,” Kate stated flatly. “I couldn’t get to sleep that night and when I finally did fall asleep I dreamt about being in harness.”
“You dreamt about yourself in harness?” Audrey asked.
“Yes,” Kate answered. “This went on night after night and it became an obsession with me. All I could think about was wearing harness. I become so wrought up that I couldn’t enjoy regular sex anymore.”
“Well, I think we can all understand that,” Number Three said sympathetically. Everyone nodded.
“One morning Mom told Dad that she might be home late that evening because she was showing a property. Somehow I just knew that she was meeting her lover, so I followed her again.”
“To the same place?”
“Yes.”
“What happened?”
“Mom came out of the barn naked and he put her in harness,” Kate said. “Then he exercised her by running around the meadow several times.”
“Sounds like the same thing he did the first time,” Gloria commented.
“Yes, but after cooling her off he tied her spread between two trees.”
“Ah, sexy,” Number Three said.
“Very sexy,” Kate agreed wryly. “He pulled her arms so tight that she was lifted off her feet. Then he tied her feet so far apart that I didn’t think a forty four year old woman could stretch that wide.”
“Oooh,” Number Two whispered.
“Then he left her there for over an hour while he worked around the barn,” Kate went on.
“Then what?”
“He walked over and played with her pussy until she was shrieking for him to stop,” Kate answered.
“A lot of men just don’t know when to stop,” Gloria said “Especially when the woman is tied up.”
“Yes, isn’t it wonderful?” Three asked.
“Shhh, I want to hear Kate’s story,” Gloria said.
“After he made Mom come he left her hanging for the rest of the afternoon, then he untied her and they went into the barn,” Kate said. “They were inside for a long time so I went back to my car and drove home.”
“Mom and I went to the movies that night and she was so happy and contented that I wanted to scream,” Kate said. “I wanted someone to take control of me, to humiliate me and to fuck me out of my mind.”
There were a lot of agreeing nods.
“When I went back to college I wanted my boyfriend to bend me over a rail and fuck me.”
“Did you ask him to?” Audrey asked.
“No, I didn’t have the courage,” Kate said.
More sympathetic nods.
“I felt dirty for wanting to be a slave,” Kate said. “And I was afraid that he would be disgusted if he found out my dirty secret.”
“Did you talk about bondage with him?” I asked.
“No, he was a decent young man and I just knew that he wouldn’t respect me if I told him what I wanted.”
“Are you sure about that?” Gloria asked gently. “We know a lot of masters who are decent men.”
“I know that now,” Kate shrugged. “But I was confused and ashamed, so I broke up with him. I’m sure he’s forgotten me and married some nice girl.”
“Are you sure?”
“My self esteem went through the floor,” Kate said. “And I felt too dirty for decent men so I dated the worst men I could find. I became a slut.”
“How did you end up here?” Audrey asked.
“In my obsession I bought porn books and videos about pony life and went to dominants and paid them to put me in harness. Eventually I heard about the farm and came here.”
“Do your parents know about the farm?”
“Mom does. I went home on my first furlough and I sat her down and told her that I was a pony slave.”
“How did she react to that?” Gloria interrupted.
“She was surprised, but she took it calmly,” Kate said. “Somehow she sensed that I knew about her. She listened as I told her about joining the farm, then she quietly told me that she couldn’t be too upset because she was a pony slave herself.”
“Incredible.” Susan breathed. “Did you tell her that you’d seen her in harness?”
“No, I didn’t tell her about that until years later.
“We talked honestly and she told me about the affair. How she and her master had a strictly business relationship at first, but over time they grew close and eventually became lovers.
“Mom made no excuses. I knew about my father’s drinking and many affairs and was actually surprised to hear that she hadn’t cheated on him until she met her master. Mom is a beautiful woman and she had many opportunities, but she never slept with another man until she fell in love with her master.
“She explained that the marriage went on because neither she nor Dad wanted a divorce. Oddly enough they still like each other but are no longer lovers. She tolerates his drinking and mistresses and he doesn’t seem to want to know about what she does in private.”
“Was she seeking a bondage master?” Number Three asked.
“No, it just turned out that he is into bondage. He was honest with her and he told her about his preferences. She didn’t mind and after the affair began she let him tie her up.”
“Was she into bondage?” Gloria asked gently.
“No, Mom had never experienced anything like that but she wanted to please him.”
“And she liked it, right?” Susan asked.
“She loved it,” Kate said. “They’d been together only a few weeks before he put her into harness.”
“Was he already a pony master?”
“He had played around with pony sex with a previous girlfriend,” Kate said. “But he didn’t live the lifestyle.”
“And how did your Mom take to it?”
“She loved it from the very first time. She felt open and free and sexy.”
“We all know that feeling,” Gloria said. The room buzzed with agreement.
“Mom isn’t like the rest of us though,” Kate said. “She isn’t an exhibitionist and would never want to be seen by anyone but her lover.”
“So no public auctions or dressage performances?” Audrey asked.
“Absolutely not,” Kate said. She looked at Audrey. “Its almost too bad because my Mom is a lot like you. You would make a perfect show team.”
Audrey was flattered.
“What about torture?” someone asked. “It sounds like she likes nipple clamps.”
“She likes mild pain and she tolerates a few things for the sake of her master, but she’s not a masochist like most of us are.”
“Like ALL of us are,” Debbie laughed.
“True,” Kate shrugged. “And her master isn’t a terrible sadist. She’s set her limits and he doesn’t try to exceed them.”
“Oh, how dull,” Number Three joked.
“How far do you think your Mother would go to please her master?” Susan asked. “Would she submit to the things we do?”
Kate shook her head. “I don’t think so. She loves her master but her submission is physical not moral. She will only go so far when comes to giving up her dignity.”
“What does your mother think about the farm? Gloria asked.
“She isn’t happy about me being here. She feels that being a pony for your lover is wonderful, but being a sex slave for anyone and everyone is immoral.”
“Ouch,” Number Three said.
“After I’d been here a few months Mistress Karen allowed me to invite Mom for a visit. Mistress Karen gave her a tour of the farm.”
“Was she tempted to join?” Gloria asked.
“No, Mom’s pony status is a personal matter between herself and her master, not a public lifestyle. She understands my desire for bondage and submission, she just thinks it ought to be private.”
“Does she know what really goes on here?” Susan asked.
“Yes, Mistress Karen made it quite clear,” Kate said.
“How did your mother react?”
“Mom understands my need for torture,” Kate said. “She is prepared to tolerate having a masochist for a daughter, but lesbian sex is another matter.”
“Uh oh,” I said.
“Yeah,” Kate said. “So I downplay that part, in fact I told her that we don’t have to submit to women unless we want to.”
“Did she believe you?”
“I think so, at least, she acts like she does.”
“Do you like those things?” Audrey asked.
“I like pain,” Kate said. “And I obey when I’m given to a woman.”
“Just obey?”
Kate nodded. “I do what I must.”
“Your Mother is a lucky woman to have found a master she loves,” Number Four said wistfully. “I envy her.”
“Do you get along with him?”
“We’re ok. He knows that I am aware that they are lovers.”
“Does he know that you are a pony?”
“Heavens no, he thinks I’m a nice girl.”
“You are a nice girl,” Gloria reminded her kindly.
Kate shrugged. “Maybe, but I’d love to walk in the room wearing harness and see the expression on his face.”
“What about your father? Does your he know you’re a pony girl?” Donna asked.
“No, he thinks I have a job here in California.”
“Are you happy here?” Audrey asked.
“Kate shrugged. “I like it well enough, but I hope that someday I will meet a master who will take me home and love me.”
Later Audrey and I talked. “I don’t think that Kate is here for the right reasons.” Audrey said.
“What do you mean?”
“She sounds like one of those men who run away to the French Foreign Legion to hide from life.”
“I think her issues stem from the shock of seeing her mother topple off her pedestal,” I said. “And from the envy of seeing her climb to a higher one.”
“Getting excited watching her mother in harness might have something to do with it too,” Audrey observed. “But that comment about showing herself to him in harness is very serious.”
“Do you thing she wants to get even with her mother by stealing her lover away?”
“Or to prove that she is a better pony girl.”
“That’s possible,” I agreed. “But make no mistake, I’ve known her long enough to know that she does like living here.”
Audrey shrugged doubtfully.
“She’s definitely a masochist,” I said. “I’ve seen her have enough orgasms under torture to know. And though she says she doesn’t like sex with women, I know from personal experience that she’s either lying or she’s a very good actress.”
“Oh?”
“Yes, Kate and I have been tied together several times.”
“Really?”
“Yes, for the entertainment of guests, and believe me, she has a very talented and enthusiastic tongue.”
“Has she indeed.”
“If you ever get double crossed with Kate I think you would enjoy the experience.”
“Really? Is she as good as you?”
“No one is as good as me,” I said kissing her. “But by all means, find out for yourself.”
“Well someday I hope she meets her dream master,” Audrey said a moment later.
“I think she ought to look up her old boyfriend and knock on his door,” I said.
“Naked in harness?” Audrey chuckled.
“Naked in harness.”
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