Number One Pony

PHONEY PONIES

In the early days we got a lot of people who just wanted to wear harness and sit around drinking beer. Few of those people had any idea of true pony discipline and most of them were fat, sloppy, and rather low class. They didn’t want to work the fields, pull carts unless for a camera, and wouldn’t even work at the pump house. Mistress Dina put a stop to the drinking and eventually got ride of the slobs.

She accomplished this by making them to work; and she gave them hard work. She and the other mistresses made those phonies work until they were ready to drop, and any that lagged or complained got whipped until they screamed for mercy. Most of them left the moment they were untied, but we had one or two surprises.

One woman discovered that she liked getting whipped. She was fat, untidy, and very coarse in her behavior and her language, but she had the first true orgasm in her life when Mistress Dina hung her by her wrists and whipped her breasts. She was begging for more the instant Dina lowered her whip. When she was untied the woman fell to her knees if front of Dina and begged through tears to be accepted and trained. Mistress Dina saw something in that woman, a spark that no one else detected. She sent the woman’s boyfriend packing but allowed the woman to remain and decided to train her to be a good slave girl and a proper lady.

The first thing she did was to rename the woman Grace, which was a joke on how vulgar she truly was.

Grace was put through the toughest training that Mistress Dina could devise, and she worked like a demon to please her. She was whipped, wracked, humiliated and teased and denied sex for six months while she learned to walk and carry herself with grace and dignity. She was trained to harness and to please men and women sexually, and especially how to talk like a lady instead of a barroom tramp. We were astonished at first, and later impressed with Grace’s determination.

Grace is a true masochist and punishment didn’t work on her; she had orgasms with almost every stroke of the whip, so she was punished with denial. It worked because she was willing do anything to earn a spanking or a flogging.

Eventually her dedication paid off and Grace became a premier pony. She lost weight, toned up her skin and muscle and mastered every course of dressage and dance.

Her boyfriend, who was a sleazy creep, kept calling the farm and demanding to talk to Grace but she was not allowed to see or speak to him. Finally when her training was complete he was permitted to return. He was allowed to join the guests at dinner and sat in the back if the dining room. Mistress Dina had to loan him a jacket and tie). He watched Grace perform dressage as part of a team, and later in a solo routine, and he didn’t recognize her. He refused to believe that it was Grace even after Mistress Dina told him.

After dancing Grace was strapped into a whipping frame and flogged for the entertainment of the guests, and her boyfriend’s eyes nearly popped out when watched her have an orgasm. Afterwards she sparkled with anticipation as she was displayed for auction. She was sold for a high price to a pair of men from Japan. After the auction Mistress Dina led her to a side room and allowed her a few minutes alone with her boyfriend. When she returned the boyfriend was gone and Grace was standing at attention like a proper pony, excitedly waiting to be delivered to her temporary owner. The boyfriend was never heard from again.

Grace had become such a lady that as a prank some mistresses took her to the main house with several other female ponies and hosted a formal tea party in the parlor. Dina walked in to see a room full of naked women sitting around drinking tea from demitasse with their pinkies extended and talking in low proper voices about society and fashion and such. Even the mistresses were nude. Dina didn’t blink an eye. She walked away, returned minutes later stark naked and poured herself a cup of tea.

Grace lived here for several years and was an exemplary pony and was a personal favorite of Mistress Dina. She usually spent at least one night a week tied to Dina’s bed.

Over the years she received many offers for purchase, which she turned down. She was devastated by Dina’s death and a few months afterwards she told Mistress Karen that she would no longer object to being sold. She couldn’t bear to live here with Dina gone. She was sold to a wealthy couple from Indiana and has been with them for many years. She came back to the farm on vacation a few years ago and the mistresses put her into harness. She was escorted to Dina’s grave where she sat for several hours, talking to her. That evening she was led around the stables and greeted all her old friends, then she went back to her master and mistress.

Another surprise was an overweight man who also discovered that he liked the real pony life style. He too submitted eagerly to pony boy training, and even endured sex with men and learned to enjoy it. The lifestyle worked the fat off of him and he developed into a strong, nice looking man. He became a favorite with lady guests and a lot of gay male guests as well. He lived on the farm as a plow pony until his ex wife died and he had to leave to take custody of his children. He spends a few weeks with us each year while his kids are at summer camp.

Some people show up thinking that the farm is just one giant wife swapping orgy. Some men will hire prostitutes, dress them up in harness and try to pass them off as ponies, but those women are easy to spot. They don’t even get past the gate guards.

Other women like to come out and strut around in show harness, and some like to be included in the auctions, but make sure that their own husbands purchase them. They have a ‘Look, but don’t touch’ attitude. They don’t want to work either, especially if it means getting sweaty or dirty.

Mistress Karen no longer allows this silliness. If a woman wishes to be in the auction then she must go to the highest bidder no matter who they are and what they demand of her. I’ll never forget the stunned look on a male guest’s face as he watched his wife being led away by a man who had just bought her for the night. She was panic stricken and balked at the door, until a mistress gave her a firm smack across her butt with a riding crop. She squealed and trotted after her new master. Her husband collapsed in his chair, utterly devastated. He never dreamed that he might be outbid. When he retrieved his wife the next morning he was embarrassed to see that she couldn’t stop giggling, but she wouldn’t tell him what had happened to her. He was still furiously demanding to know what she had done as they drove away. She just closed her eyes and smiled.

If a woman simply wants to be on display she must either train for dressage or work the pump house, or if all else fails she must perform some other kind of work.

The other kinds of work might mean being a kitchen servant and helping cook or wash dishes, or wait on the guests at dinner. That usually means getting groped and fondled by the guests, and more than one pony waitress has had her panties removed while delivering the salad. Another guest threw a fit when he saw his wife obey a command to get on her hands and knees and crawl under a large table full of gentlemen. He was physically thrown out, but his wife stayed under that table all evening.

The temps have to be available to the guests and can expect to be placed on the auction block just like the rest of us. But either way, dressage or work, they are required to be slaves, not just pretty dolls.

Mistress Karen discovered that using volunteer slaves for late night room service works out nicely, because when they deliver a snack or drinks to the guest rooms they often get yanked inside, tied to a bed and screwed silly. They also wait on the mistresses in their private apartments, and more than one temporary slave waitress has vanished up those stairs, not to be seen until the next morning.

Mistress Karen screens new guests, and she makes sure that they are truly into the scene. Anyone else, the pretenders, the hookers, the fakes, are sent away. Only genuine submissives are allowed in.

To be fair, many of those women simply don’t have the time to train for pony slavery. Some would love to live the pony life but cannot because of other responsibilities, and quite a few of them are sneaking away from husbands for a night of kinky sex.

That’s ok, but they still must meet our standards.

Oddly enough, we get a lot of women from Travis Air Force Base, both military females as well as officers’ wives.

One middle aged lady is delighted to be a waitress, especially since she gets fondled by the guests, and she gets so excited at auction that she can barely stand still. She trembles so much that her breasts jiggle enticingly, and once a straight female guest bought her for the night just for that reason. The guest later said that she’d never wanted to have sex with a woman until she saw those boobs quivering. Rumor has it that the temporary slave is the wife of a high ranking officer.

Another regular weekender is a female major who come up at least twice a month. Sometimes she is accompanied by another woman who dominates her very cruelly.

She told me that she was only obeying the hundred mile rule. We were bent over a desk getting a very hot spanking from a guest and he’d stepped away to take a break.

“What is the hundred mile rule?” I asked.

“Officers are told to keep their indiscretions at least one hundred miles from the base flagpole,” she said. “Their conduct must never damage the dignity of the service. And it’s worse for female officers. We’re under constant scrutiny near the base, but I can drive up here and be a slut to my heart’s content.”

“What about ‘Don’t ask, Don’t tell’?”

“That only applies to gays and lesbians in the military,” she said. “And I’m not a lesbian, just a slut.”

“What about slavery and pony life?” I asked.

“It’s not specifically mentioned in regulations,” she answered. “But I expect that it would be covered under conduct unbecoming an officer.”

I looked at the welts across her butt. “Do you get surprise physical exams?”

“No,” she laughed. “And I usually can’t hang around the officers’ club swimming pool for a few days after I come here, but I like this very much, I just might move here when I retire. I have seven years to go.”

“What about the woman you come with sometimes?” I asked.

“She’s my squadron administrative sergeant,” she replied. “She’s a hard core dyke and likes to blackmail me into submitting to her.”

“That’s terrible,” I said. “How is she blackmailing you?”

“She has pictures of me in harness.”

“How did she get them?”

“I posed for her.”

“And she’s blackmailing you?” I gasped.

“Oh, it’s just a game we play,” the major said. “It’s a nice form of role reversal. When I know we’re coming to the farm, I treat her like hell all week long, then she brings me up here and gets even on the weekend.”

I’d seen the sergeant torture and humiliate the major. “But she makes you lick her pussy,” I said.

“She sure does.”

“And she’s auctioned you off to other women.”

“Yep.”

“I thought you said you weren’t a lesbian.”

“I’m not entirely lesbian,” she answered. “She sells me to men too.”

The master returned carrying a yardstick and she wiggled her bottom invitingly.

NUMBER ONE HAS THE MOPES

On Audrey’s last day Mistress Karen double-crossed her with every female pony in the stable. The mistresses got her up at six o’clock, washed and fed her, and then they strapped her on an X cross in the stable yard.

When we came out a couple of mistresses were playing with her pussy and breasts and someone had inserted a rather huge dildo up her pussy. By the look on her face she’d already had at least one orgasm.

With Mistress Karen’s usual efficiency the pony girls were scheduled an hour each with Audrey. Team One was first and I was given the honor of being the first to eat her pussy. We were licking each other’s crotch before they finished strapping me to her.

After me, Number Two was strapped to Audrey, and then Number Three, then Team Two, Gloria, and the rest of the females replaced her. Mary brought her camera and took pictures of every woman with Audrey. Audrey asked Mary to make sure that she got her face in the pictures. 

Audrey hung on the cross from eight in the morning until the evening meal. She was glassy eyed by the end of the day, but as they prepared to take her down she made a request to the mistresses. They came to my stall and walked me back to the cross. I got to eat Audrey’s delicious pussy for the final hour.

After dinner the mistresses washed Audrey gently and applied lots of body cream and ointment to her skin, then they took her to the males’ stable and tied her to a bench with her legs spread wide. They brought out the males and permitted them to fuck her. Mistress Karen had planned this night for Audrey so she had ordered that the males be kept celibate. The poor pony boys had been in chastity belts for a week and they were going out of their minds. They’ve been known to go berserk when they get too horny, so the mistresses only allowed two males access to Audrey at a time, otherwise she’d have been swarmed and the males would have ended up fighting. Even so, she constantly had a cock up her pussy or ass and another in her mouth. The males were given only half an hour each with her and they made the best of it. Audrey was soon coated with cum from head to toe, inside and out.

She was barely conscious when they brought her back to her stall, but she still had enough spark to thank the mistresses and ask if she could do it again.

The next morning Audrey’s son arrived to take her home. They brought Audrey out fully clothed and looking elegant and dignified as befitted the widow of the state’s most famous senator. Our team was kept in the yard and she was permitted to say good-bye. She hugged us and we got teary eyed. She astonished her son by kissing me full on the mouth for a long, sweet time. I was in full harness with my arms bound so I couldn’t hug her back but our tongues danced together for a moment. Then she got into the limo and it drove away.  

I was sad after Audrey left. I missed her terribly and moped around for a couple of days. They assigned another girl in Number Four’s place and I resented her. I had trouble concentrating and between an unfamiliar teammate and my black mood we stumbled and jerked and did a lousy job of plowing.

Mistress Eve finally got fed up. She stopped the team, unhitched me and stripped off my harness. Then she hung me from a tree limb by my wrists and whipped me for half an hour. I was screaming by the time she was through. Afterwards she left me hanging and went on plowing with only three ponies. Every time they passed me Mistress Eve gave me a few more cuts with her whip.

By the end of the day my hands were numb and my shoulders hurt terribly. Mistress Eve had no sympathy. She gave me two dozen more with her whip, then wrapped my harness around my shoulders in an untidy mess and made me walk behind the team. It was humiliating and everyone stared when we got to the stable yard.

That evening after dinner Mistress Eve took me to the males’ stable and tied me over the bench. She stretched my legs up and painfully apart and tied my ankles to posts, then she told the males to have fun and walked out.

There was no hourly relief for me that night, no attempt to protect me from rambunctious males. I enjoyed the attention of eleven pony boys, and believe me, they were innovative. I thought I knew just about every position that a woman could be screwed but I was introduced to a couple of new ones that evening. Even the gay males got caught up in the frenzy and I think one or two of them screwed me. At one point I was nearly unconscious and a man was thrusting his cock into my mouth. I became vaguely aware that his rhythm was odd and forced myself to awaken. I felt the same odd rhythm in my rectum and wondered why they were screwing me that way until they finished and I saw that the slave with his cock between my lips was being screwed from behind while I was sucking on him. The man fucking my butt was getting the same treatment. I was even more surprised to see that all four males were straight ones (supposedly). The other gays stood in a circle around me and masturbated each other onto my face.

Mistress Eve didn’t come fetch me at lights out either; she left me there all night long.

There is absolutely no way on earth of counting how many times I had a cock thrust into my body that night, but like Audrey, by midnight I was plastered with cum. And lights out didn’t help either, because the males weren’t locked into their stalls. They could get to me all night long. I don’t know how many times I was wakened by having a penis shoved in my pussy, or my rectum, or my mouth. I didn’t get much sleep.

I didn’t get a break the next day either. Mistress Eve retrieved me from the males, gave me a very quick wash, and put me in harness. I was so tired that I could barely stand but she was unsympathetic.

“I don’t care how badly you miss Audrey,” she told me. “You’d better snap out of it and get to work, or I’ll give you to the boys again tonight.”

I got to work.