This is a fantasy story. It has no basis in reality. Even the names of the
characters are made up and have no relevance to anyone. It is for adult
readers only, of legal age, and deals with domination and submission of a
non consenting type. So don't read it if you are offended by this subject
matter or not an adult of legal age.
"'Tis the Season"
The finale to "Omens" and "Cornucopia"
by Musker
(part 8)
"Xmas is the best time for wishes"
Again, the distressing moans and groans from both bent over girls brought
Sheila back to the here and now. Time was ticking by. Precious time that
could be used for a much better purpose then her fearful day dreaming. She
sighed one more time. Then as if something special came over her, she took
a deep breath, stood straight on both legs, stiffened her spine, pulled
her shoulders back and exhaled fast and hard. No matter what, she was
going to at least try. Fail she might, but not because she didn't try.
Sheila was working out of both thought and instinct now. Neither had full
control and neither would give in to the other. Habit and reason, they
were two very powerful human catalysts. When they worked together, nothing
was impossible. But when they were at odds with one another, life could be
a nightmare.
In Sheila's case, they weren't exactly at one another throats as if in
direct opposition to each other. After all, the goal was the same, it was
just a question of what method to use.
The rational mind wanted to talk, make a deal, play up the positive, let
it be a team effort, focus on the whole being greater than the sum of it's
parts. It worked in a world of mutual respect, optimism and dedication to
the cause. Something that did not fit well in the realm of Dominance and
submission. But instinct, that primitive drive for self satisfaction above
all else, had another route that fit well in the world of the kinky.
Luckily, Sheila's ancestry favor the mind a little more than her animal
emotions. Not that much more though, otherwise she would never have been
drawn into this alternative lifestyle in the first place.
So her mind began to lay down a plan. A plan with a multitude of places in
it that would satisfy her innate bizarre desires. Feed the beast that
dwelled deep inside her soul now and then, and she would end up with what
she wanted. Or so she hoped!
She walked over to the bar and unhitched the two girls. She turned them
around and took two steps back away. One end of their leashes was in her
hand while the other was still connected to their nose rings. She just
stood there looking at them for awhile. No emotion, no movement, just a
long heavy look.
The girls acted anxious and upset. They were moving about as if trying to
get the kinks out of their bodies. They flexed their muscles in their arms
to try and alleviate some of the discomfort from having them in that
unnatural position for so long. While at the same time testing the
integrity of single glove. But the results were the same for each of them,
escape proof.
They bit down hard on the round rubber bar in their mouths to help relieve
some of the emotional and physical tension that was building up inside of
them. And in the process, a small amount of drool ran from their mouths,
down over their chins and then dripping disgustingly onto their naked
breasts. Something else that compounded Heidi and Katie's plight to the
tone of louder and angrier groans.
But their growing audible discontent was stopped right in it's tracks when
Sheila began to speak.
"You know doubt heard what was talked about here a little while ago. As a
result, you are probably not looking forward to performing as ponygirls
for the next two days. Nor are you to the fact that "I" will be the one
training you. From your perspective all of that is quite obvious.
"What is also obvious though, if not to you then certainly to me, is the
fact that you "WILL" be trained by "ME" to preform as ponygirls. Let there
be no doubt in those over educated minds of yours that this "WILL" come to
pass. Even if I must beat you, with extreme prejudice, to obtain that
result."
The two girls became noticeably frighten by what they heard. They even
began to take a step backwards, but because of the increased discomfort it
brought on their tethered nose rings it turned out to be only a small baby
step.
Sheila continued her speech with emphasis on her next sentence to the
point of her leaning into the girls when she said it.
"If possible, I would rather that my beating you would not be necessary,
"AT ALL!""
Sheila let those words hang for a good few seconds so their meaning went
deep into the girls minds. Then she began again in her normal voice.
"Do not think, that with me saying this, I will go soft on you or that I
am going to be your very best friend in the short time we will have
together. This is definitely not true. Make no mistake, I am neither your
friend nor your enemy. I am simply your trainer. And it would be to our
mutual benefit that you two cooperate in our shared task at hand. Because
if you do, I will do my best to keep discipline down to absolute minimum.
I may even be able to make your existence for the next two days far better
than it would seem possible, under the circumstances. But on the other
hand, if you don't, well, the final choice is really up to you."
Once more Sheila let her words reverberate in the girls minds for awhile.
This was all part of the carrot approach, through the rational mind. State
the obvious, tell them that it is a share event and even if they were
dealt a bad hand, certain things could still be done to make it better. Of
course she could not resist making a little painful inference as to what
might happen to them if they choose to cross that line. It was that
delicious sadistic beast in her that needed a treat to keep it in check.
Then Sheila took one more step in favor of the carrot.
"And in the spirit of good faith, I will remove your nose ring leash."
She moved forward and unfastened the clip that had a noticeable drag on
their pierced septums. She then coiled up the leather leads and tossed
them off to the side.
"Now, how long that leash stays off your nose ring is up to you. Obey my
commands and I will have no need to use it. Disobey me! Fight me! Rebel
against me! And I will hang you from the ceiling by it." Again, that
beast raised it hungry head for a little nibble and Sheila gave it a very
nice promise to feed on.
Katie and Heidi began wiggling their noses as if they needed to be
scratched. The clip and leash were heavy and the instant loss of weight
was a noticeable difference for them. One they relished with silent
satisfaction.
While the two girls were busy making part of their distressing existence
more palatable, Sheila went to the wall and removed something from it. She
then went back to where she stood before in front of the girls.
"All right, first lesson. This is a ridding crop." She held it out in
front of her horizontally with both hands.
"It is a tool of the trade. It is used to instruct, make note of, or, and
I say this with reservations, to punish. Again, as long as you make the
effort to obey me and follow orders, you will never be punished by it from
my hand. Thus you will have no reason to fear it."
Both girls watch intently as Sheila slipped her hand through the leather
loop and then grasped the handle end. She then let it drop to her side
with the leather flapper resting on the side of her polished riding boot.
"Let's begin then. Ponygirl Jasmine, stand here. Ponygirl Musk, stand
there" Sheila signified with the end of her crop where she wanted both of
them to stand in front of her.
The girls paused for a second and began looking at one another for support
as to what to do.
"No!" Sheila commanded.
"You look at me, not at one another for direction. I am your trainer. I
decided what you will do and when you do it. You obey me. Your attention
is on me. You look at me and only me. Understand ponygirls?"
Sheila was using the ponygirl word as much as possible, even when she
addressed them by their ponygirl names. It was one of those psychological
things she was trying. The more she used the word, especially in
conjunction with their ponygirl names, the less they would fear it, or be
angered by it and the more they will be able to relate to it and let it be
part of their new developing psyche.
The girls felt a good degree of apprehension at that informative edict.
Part of it was coming from fear and anger. Both a result of the aggressive
dominating personality that was coming forth from their trainer. The other
part was a result of being expected to act like a horse as if it were
second nature to them. They still had their pride as human beings, let
alone that of young college educated women. And that was a very big hurdle
for them to jump over simply because someone said to. But the reality of
the situation continued to stare at them right in the face, along with the
audible sound of Sheila's riding crop beating against her shiny boot. So
the girls did answer their trainer with a little nod of the head in
agreement.
Sheila sighed when she seen that nonchalant head nod. She also made one
final abrupt smack with her crop on her boot leg, as a kind of absent
minded stress reducer if you will. She knew the girls where with her,
somewhat. But she was looking for something more zestful as a response.
And as far as "looks" were concerned. She seen their's right after she
read them the riot act. That arrogant defiant gaze in their eyes. There
was still too much of that. She knew she had to do something to get the
ball rolling. It would be very easy to smack them a few times with her
crop like she so longed to do to get their full and undivided attention.
But then that would only replace one look with another, fear. No, it was
still too early to go that route. Besides, she wanted to use that carrot
approach as much as possible.
Then something came into her mind.
"Look, it might help you to think along these lines in the future. Imagine
that you are both actresses. And the role you are to play is that of a
horse. If kids can do it in school plays, then there is no reason why you
can't either. And as such, in order for the play to be a great success you
must be the best horses you can be. Thus, it would be to your benefit to
think like a horse. Think how a horse would behave in the same situation.
How would they move? How would they react? What sounds would they make?
This will help you immensely in the next two days. It will also help you
swallow your swollen pride as human beings and to preform like ponygirls
the way you should, without reservation! In fact, the best piece of advice
I can give you, for all our sakes, is to try and reroute your pride. Take
pride in being ponygirls. Play your part to the hilt as accomplished
actresses. The more you think and act like a human being, the harder it
will be for you to stomach being ponygirls. And as a result, you will
disobey, you will fight back, and you will rebel. And when that happens, I
will be there with my ridding crop. Something you will definitely regret.
I promise you."
Again Sheila smacked the side of her boot once with her crop. This time on
purpose.
"Now, since you are to be ponygirls. You," Sheila pointed at Katie with
her riding crop, "are ponygirl Jasmine, and you," again Sheila used her
crop to point to Heidi as she addressed her, "are ponygirl Musk."
Both girls flashed wide their eyes when they saw that flexible loop of
leather fill their field of vision and wiggle threateningly within it.
"That means you are to act as such. When a horse shakes it's head, he does
so pronto! A horse does not nod it as if in pleasant conversation with
another human being. You will thus nod your head like a horse does, with
flamboyance, exaggeration and zeal. Is that clear ponygirl Jasmine?"
Katie was on edge. She wanted to look at her friend Heidi for support, but
she remembered that she was explicitly told not to do that. She was
looking straight at her trainer now, or more like the way she was tapping
the end of that thick leather loop in the palm of her hand. Then she
remembered that if she obeyed there was no reason to fear the crop being
used on her with painful stinging results. That was the key word then,
OBEY!
So after shifting her weight back and forth from one stiletto heel to the
other Katie finally gave Sheila what she was looking for. She moved her
head up and down, so much so that some of her drool actually went flying
in the air.
"Excellent ponygirl Jasmine! That was truly first rate. Marvellous my
dear, simple marvellous!"
Katie actually felt slightly good after hearing that, even though she
remained very nervous at heart. She even produce a small smile around her
bit gag when she heard her trainer do that half hearted celebrity
imitation of 'simply marvellous'.
"And you ponygirl Musk, do you have enough horse sense to know how to
acknowledge a question put to you too?"
There was a sly little grin on Sheila's lips when she asked that question
of Heidi. She was determined to use the carrot approach, but not without
having a little sadistic fun along the way. Especially with her favorite
ponygirl.
Heidi didn't like that connotation one little bit, as she began grinding
her teeth into that thick rubber rod. She also didn't like the way Sheila
was bending that flexible crop in her hands either, just itching to use it
on someone. She was obviously left with a choice of lesser of evils. And
right now, a wounded pride had a much less lingering effect than a hurting
body, as her piercings still reminded her. So this time, she decided to
obey this woman's command. Again, she nodded her head with just a little
bit more head movement this time, but only moving it up and down just
once.
"That was better ponygirl Musk, but I need to see more. Remember, your a
horse now and part of a team, just like your ponygirl friend Jasmine here.
In fact, why don't you watch ponygirl Jasmine while she does it for you
again. She does it with perfect execution, just like a proud and happy
ponygirl should. She's not afraid to show it. She is smart enough to
understand the situation she is in. She's simply trying to do her best
with what she has, and doing a fantastic job of it I might add. She is a
very beautiful, prideful and obedient ponygirl. Right Jasmine?"
Sheila was pulling out all the stops now. She knew Heidi was going to be
the more difficult of the two. That's why she started with Katie. Once she
had Katie under her thumb, she was going to use her to get to the other.
Katie had some mixed feelings about what her trainer said about her. She
loved hearing all those positive words of praise, like perfect execution,
smart, fearless, proud and beautiful. She just didn't care having them
referenced to her in being a ponygirl that's all. But like her trainer
said she was doing the best with what she had.
So again Katie shook her head like a horse with the big up and down
motion. The fear that was once in her eyes was now gone. But there was
something else that took it's place. It was not that easy to see, but
still, it was there.
Heidi could see it though, in her friend's eyes. That small hint of
embarrassment. Made even more intense, for Heidi that is, by having her
friend do that humiliating gesture because of her. For what she did, or
better put, for what she didn't do right the first time.
"Very good ponygirl Jasmine!" Again Sheila went over board to congratulate
Katie in doing a fine job.
"Now you do it ponygirl Musk. Let me see a good horsey shake her head as
if she were born to be a ponygirl."
Heidi tensed her body and again bit down hard on her bit. The result of
which caused more drool to ooze out of her mouth and all over her front.
An act that made her feel even more angry.
Emotionally, she definitely didn't want to do it. The gesture was bad
enough, but the way Sheila was throwing insult after insult at her in that
cunning way of hers. Implying that she was lazy, stupid, afraid and
ashamed to shake her head like a horse because her friend Katie did so for
just the opposite reasons. And then outright tell her she had no more
sense than a dumb animal, and in fact, she was no better than one to begin
with. Heidi was definitely set at not doing the head nod at all!
But she knew she had to. If not for the possibility of getting beaten with
that ever present and twitching crop, then for the sake of her friend
Katie. She had to think of her. After all, she was the one who initiated
the theft in the first place, and thus felt a sense of responsibility for
what was now happening to both of them. So to keep that evil bitch from
using Katie to get to her, Heidi shook her head up and down exactly like
her trainer wanted. With a noted aggressive cockiness thrown in for
flavor.
"Excellent! Well done ponygirl Musk! Well done! And to you too ponygirl
Jasmine. For helping out your dear ponygirl friend here. Now the two of
you are getting into the spirit of things!"
For some reason, both Heidi and Katie felt a small degree of satisfaction
in being complimented for what they did. Something that they both pushed
off to the back of their psyches for fear of having to deal with the
possibility that they might like playing the submissive.
"One more time then shall we. Ponygirl Jasmine here and ponygirl Musk
there."
The two girls didn't bother to look at one another this time. They just
took one step to where each was supposed to go and then kept there eyes on
Sheila.
"Excellent! Great! Now for the next lesson."
Sheila turned her eyes away from them and began to walk off to the side
and then around them as she began her lecture.
"You may think that the way you stand does not make a difference, but it
does. In fact, a great deal of your time will be in doing just that,
standing around at the party. During this time when you are harnessed to
the sleigh and just waiting, people will be looking at you. They will want
to see what a pair of beautiful and well trained ponygirls Madame Rouso
will have. And as such, you must learn to stand in the proper manner with
pomp and splendor befitting your status as a pair of first class
ponygirls. And yes, your stance will reflect a sense of "PRIDE" in being
ponygirls as well. That is why I mentioned it to you earlier."
Sheila was once more standing in front of the girls. Her trusty riding
crop held firmly in her hand like a custom fitted glove.
"So, lesson three will be on the proper stance of a ponygirl. Ponygirl
Jasmine, ponygirl Musk, put your feet together, legs straight, stomach in,
chest out and head up. And keep your eyes looking straight forward!"
Both girls followed each order given to them as they shimmied themselves
into position. However, Sheila did notice a lack luster response on both
girl's parts to her commands, with Heidi being the last to comply. But for
a beginning, it wasn't bad at all.
"This is the standard "at attention" position found in most military
organizations. From it you will arch your spine in such a way that your
chest is project forward. Nothing extreme mind you. Just make it look like
you are leading with your proud ponygirl breasts. You will find that it
will be easier for you if you tilt your legs backwards a little to
compensate. This in turn will cause your rear end to jut out behind you,
which is another required and most desirable effect of the ponygirl
stance. Especially when your tail is added later. Now try doing it."
Both girls slowly contorted their spines into a kind of lazy "S" shape to
get the pose that their trainer wanted, including the slight tilting back
of their straight legs.
"From now on this will be called your "pony stance", remember it."
Sheila saw that Katie was trying much harder to get into position than her
counter part Heidi was. So she decided to make sure Katie was standing
properly before moving on to the more stubborn one.
"That's it ponygirl Jasmine. Very good. Just make off like you are leading
with your breasts." And with that Sheila gently touched the under side of
Katie's right naked breast with her crop to make the point.
Instantly, as if she was shocked with a bolt of electricity, Katie jumped
backwards echoing a surprised scream in the process.
"Jasmine! Get back here this instant!"
Katie took a sheepish step forward to where Sheila was pointing to and
took on the "at attention" stance, already forgetting about the pony
stance.
"Didn't I tell you that the crop was a tool for instruction?"
Katie began nodding her head only to catch herself in the process and then
really started shaking it like she was taught.
"And didn't I tell you that you had nothing to fear from it "IF" you made
an effort to obey me?"
Again Katie's head was shaking as if was about to fly off.
"Obviously, you have never been touched by a crop before. I was going to
save this for lesson four, but now is as good as time as any to train
you."
Sheila took a step back and began addressing both girls this time.
"Aside from being looked at by many people, you will most certainly be
touched by them as well."
A worried look came over both girls faces. One that had a hint of anger in
it as well.
"Your ponygirl outfits will probably cover a significant part of your
bodies. But you will still be exposed in many areas that you would rather
not have the light of day see. As such, those area's, as well as any other
area of your ponygirl body will be literally up for grabs by anyone! Is
that understood ponygirls?"
Katie started shaking her head with less then a happy expression on her
face. Heidi too soon followed with an angered wrinkle, or two, in her brow
as well.
"Good! Again, pony stance, now!"
Both girls went at attention first, then they moved their upper torso's
into the dictated position of breasts out in front and butts out in back.
"Very good!" Sheila gave them a quick look over before moving over to the
side of Katie. Once there, she eyed her up very carefully from top to
bottom and front to back.
Katie just stood there. Her eyes were as big as saucers with anxiety. She
could literally feel the heavy weight of her trainer's eyes upon her. She
didn't know what to expect, but she did know one thing. To stay in place
no matter what.
"Your looking good ponygirl Jasmine." Sheila was smiling as she continued
to give her properly poised ponygirl the critical eye.
"That's right my pretty filly, legs straight." Sheila touched Katie with
the flapper part of her crop, and this time Katie remained in place. All
be it after a very minor knee jerk reaction to the initial contact.
"Tummy in." Again Sheila used the flapper end to tap several times on
Katie's stomach. And with each sound of tuff raw hide meeting smooth
tender flesh Katie tried to move her tummy in just a little more.
"Make sure your chest is thrust out as far it will go Jasmine. You have a
very fine pair of breasts there ponygirl. You should be very proud in
showing them off. I know many people are going to find them very
desirable." Sheila was using both the leather flapper and the shaft of the
crop itself too gently rub the girl's very prominent breasts.
"Oh yes indeed. I do believe there will be many, many people wanting a
good look at these beautiful breasts. Such a youthful attractive pair with
exquisite perky pierced nipples to boot. I would even say that quite a few
people will no doubt want to touch them as well."
Sheila replaced the crop with her hand and continued speaking in a soft
tender voice, just like her touch on Katie's breasts.
"Some may even want to caress them and fondle like so, and maybe even give
them a little squeeze, or two."
Sheila was having a fantastic time. Her one hand, with the hanging crop,
kept going from one breast to the other. Rubbing there soft supple
fullness with the tips of her fingers. Then grasping them with her whole
hand until their malleable flesh began to squeeze out between her digits.
And all during this lesbian foreplay, Katie seemed to be on the very edge
of bolting.
"Easy girl, easy. That's right, just let it happen. Remember, your playing
the part of a pony, and ponies love to be touched, and rubbed, and played
with. That's a good girl! Your doing just fine. Good ponygirl! That's a
good ponygirl Jasmine!"
The carrot approach was truly working for Sheila. The more pleasing
comments she gave Katie, the more she could prolong her intimate contact
with her. Both of her hands were all over her now. Rubbing her back and
legs, grasping and squeezing her butt cheek, first one, than the other.
She was even able to play with the girl's butt plug a little, twisting it
to the right and then to the left.
Then Sheila made a very bold move. She rested her hand right over Katie's
pussy lips. She didn't move it at all. She just left it there, over that
entire area, letting the warm skin of her palm rest profoundly in direct
contact with Katie's sensitive genitalia.
Such initial contact made Katie flinch, and then cause her to fidget in
place. But Sheila kept her relaxed hand right where it was as her soothing
voice continued telling Katie how great she was doing.
Then she took it one more step forward. She lightened her touch
significantly until she was barely touching her silky smooth skin. Then
she began moving her hand up and down, very slowly, over Katie's pussy.
And to her overwhelming joy, Katie was letting her do it! This was a
stunning success with her ability to use the carrot approach. An effect
that showed greatly in Sheila's big effervescent smile.
A few times Katie's body jerked in place while she was stroking her.
Sheila believed it coincided with her touching the girl's pierced clitoral
hood. It was probably still in the process of healing and thus very
sensitive. But to be sure she decided to ask her in a continuation of her
caring and loving voice.
"Is your clit hood still an itsy bit sensitive from the piercing I gave
you yesterday my sweet, obedient, ponygirl Jasmine?"
Katie shook her head up and down just like a good ponygirl should.
"Awww, poor filly. I'll stop playing with it then because your such a very
good and well behaved ponygirl. And I always reward those who obey me like
you do my sexy mare."
Sheila thought she saw a grin try to form on the corner of Katie's mouth
after she said that.
"And later on, after lunch, I'll put something on it to make my pretty
filly feel so much better. You'll like that, won't you, my very proud and
pretty ponygirl."
This time, Katie not only shook her head in agreement, but she thrust out
her chest just a little more when she heard the words proud and pretty.
Sheila was so happy in what she had accomplished that it was difficult for
her to keep her exuberance under control. She knew she had Katie. If there
were such a thing as breaking a woman to harness, then she just did it
with Katie. And she did it using the carrot approach just like Sir Winfred
recommended. That's when she thought to herself, 'One down, one to go'.
She instantly stopped playing with Katie's pussy and used the crop one
more time on her precious broken pony. She gently placed the flapper under
Katie's chin in a playful tickling motion and said, "Remember my sweet
trained mare, keep that beautiful ponygirl head up and looking straight
ahead. You want to project a sense of pride in your ponygirl stance.
Pride in being a beautiful, well trained and devoted ponygirl." And Katie
responded just like her trained ordered, after emitting a little girlish
giggle from being tickled under her adoring drooling chin like that.
Katie's eyes were different now. They didn't look so frighten, nor did
they have that touch of anger in them either. Even after hearing herself
being referred to with such words as broken filly, trained mare and
devoted ponygirl. Those same words that would have raise an eyebrow in any
normal, intelligent and independent woman, even in Katie herself just a
few minutes ago, she now took in stride.
That feeling was coming back to her again. That same feeling she put off
to the side a little while ago because it made her too fearful to deal
with it. It was coming back to the forefront of her awareness again. It
was the feeling of submission. And it was weaving it's ensnaring tendrils
throughout her entire being like in a passionate lover's kiss attached to
the words "I love you" whispered in her ear.
Katie was indeed a broken woman, but one that was rising from it's ashes
like a phoenix. And one who was just now beginning to embrace her inherent
desire to submit to a stronger erotic power greater than herself. It was
just too bad that it was coming from a woman that's all. Otherwise the
heterosexual Katie would not be the least bit hesitant in accepting her
erotic submission.
Heidi was next on Sheila's list. Again Sheila followed the same routine as
she did with Katie. More soothing praising words as she used the crop on
the girl like an extension of her hand. Then, a short time later, she was
actually able to use her hand on her favorite filly's desirable flesh. And
Heidi continued to maintain her rigid pony stance through it all.
Sheila loved touching and rubbing those two big beautiful breasts of
Heidi's', more so than she did with Katie. It gave her an intense erotic
chill that only made her lust for the girl even more. And as her hand
began roaming to other naked and intimate parts of her best loved
ponygirl's body, she suddenly felt that something might be wrong.
She couldn't see it, or feel it for that matter. Not with her lusting
staring eyes or with her sensitive finger tips as they glided over the
smooth skin of the girl. But her female intuition was definitely telling
her that it was there all right, and to beware!
The more intimate her probing erotic interest was, the stronger was her
feeling that something bad was just about to happen.
Sheila began to think that she might be pushing Heidi a bit too far and
too fast. Then she thought to herself, 'Maybe it would be better to ease
up a little and try again later when Musk had time to cool down a bit.
After all, the carrot approach is working and like Sir Winfred said, "the
carrot approach takes the longest time to work in another, especially when
that other was a willing subject".' And Sheila knew in no uncertain terms
how willing Heidi was in all this.
But then she remembered that time was of the essence. She still had a lot
more to cover in their training and she was barely out of the first few
lessons. Thus, she really had no choice but to push it as far and as fast
as she could. She decided to pay strict attention to what her natural
female warming system was telling her and be ready for anything.
So again, she pushed it. She had to. She needed to have Heidi just like
she had Katie, broken to harness and under her will.
Her hand was now rubbing up against Heidi's pussy all nice and slow like.
Then she pushed it, just to one more level. That's when it happened.
It was like a flash on a camera. It was over before it had a chance to get
started. Both women acting with cat like reflexes. But only one was the
winner.
Heidi swore to herself that she would never let that evil bitch finger her
pussy again after last night, no matter what! So when Sheila pushed it and
gently inserted her finger, Heidi lashed out with her foot.
But Sheila was on her toes. She was able to respond quick enough to avoid
being hit in the leg with those granny boots like weapons. Then it was her
turn to reciprocate.
Sheila went straight for the nose ring. She grabbed it with one hand and
pulled it up hard!
Heidi had no choice but to follow it up as far as she could, ending with
her head tilted back looking straight up at the ceiling and yelling
through her bit gag something fierce.
Again, Heidi tried to strike out with her foot at the evil bitch to her
left, only to find vacant air again. And again, Sheila raised her nose
ring even more, causing Heidi to stand straight as a rail and on her tippy
toes.
Sheila was in full control now, and it was time for discipline. The beast
inside her was awake and demanded to be feed. The stick approach was in
enabled and ready to be used.
"You are a VERY BAD ponygirl MUSK! "
Each highlighted word was accompanied with a resounding hard smack of the
crop on Heidi's right butt cheek.
Sheila caught Katie turning her head and watching her with startled eyes
as to what was happening to her friend.
"Jasmine," Sheila said with a calm but stern voice that demanded
obedience, "get yourself back into pony stance. This does not concern you.
If ponygirl Musk was as obedient as you, I would not have to punish her.
But she wasn't! So keep your eyes forward and stay in pony stance while I
discipline her. Once I have finished with her, we will continue. I promise
you!"
Katie moved quickly into the pose that she was ordered to and stayed that
way. She was noticeably agitated, which was to be expected under the
circumstances. Sheila was glad to see this happen in Katie. Further proof
as to how well Katie had come to accept her submissive status to Sheila's
will. Which meant only Heidi was left now.
Katie had no choice but to obey. There was really nothing she could do to
help her dear friend Heidi. Her arms were enclosed in a leather sheath
behind her back and thus useless. She had a bit gag stuck deep in her
mouth and couldn't even talk let alone bite anyone. She could try to use
her feet, but with such high heels on she could easily loose her balance
and fall. Then she too would feel the pain of being struck repeatedly with
that crop just like her friend was. She was thus forced to remain playing
the role of an obedient ponygirl and hoped that her friend's punishment
would soon end.
That's how Katie's mind was rationalizing the situation. Her feelings on
the other hand, were completely different. She still felt empathy for her
friend's plight, but she was almost happy that she had no control over
what was happening. Following orders, not being responsible for anything
other than her own actions, letting someone else worry about the "what
if's" in life. Quite a dramatic role reversal from her world of a college
educated, independent and viable young woman of the new millennium. And
all she had to do was to follow some simple commands and then bath in the
glory of there perfect execution, not to mention a soothing caress or two.
It was a simple life of obedience and being taken cared of, tenderly.
Granted, it was in the bizarre realm of the major kinky with it's overt
preoccupation with sex. But if it wasn't for the fact that her dominant,
over sex, trainer was a woman, Katie was beginning to feel like it might
be something to her liking in the future, in moderation of course.
However, Heidi was in a dreadful state. She was angry as hell and hurting
just as bad. And the pain she felt did not come only from her aching
pierced nose and burning butt cheek. It also came emotionally, from a
damaged pride in being controlled, humiliated and use like some off the
shelf lesbian sex toy against her will. Together, the physical pain and
emotional torment, they came together and became an undying force to fight
back and give the devil it's due. But being bound and controlled by a nose
ring would make anyone's gallant efforts border on being hopeless. It was
just a way of alleviating a continuous building up of stress and anger
inside of her. Something that was rapidly falling by the way side with
each hard smack on her butt.
"Bad ponygirl . I can keep doing this for as long as you
want ponygirl Musk. "
It was getting to be too much for Heidi. She was going no where in her
fight and the physical pain was increasing exponentially. It was getting
so bad that she didn't care how she felt emotionally anymore. She just
wanted the pain in her butt to stop.
Sheila was taking full advantage of this moment. She still didn't give up
on the carrot approach with Heidi. She just believe that to get the carrot
method to work, she had to first use the stick to put the girl in the
proper frame of mind. Of course there was that deep down erotic pleasure
she received in wheeling that magnificent instrument of punishment on said
helpless damsel in distress.
All in all, it did seem to be working though. Sheila was able to get Heidi
to stop fighting her and now had her standing still in place. But she
still had a good hold on her nose ring though. She wasn't quite finished
with the stick approach yet.
"I told you what would happen if you disobeyed me! I told you I
would hang you up by your nose ring if you fought me! You are a
VERY STUBBORN ponygirl Musk! "
'Now the sounds coming from you are the right ones,' Sheila thought to
herself. Before, when she was using the crop on Heidi in the beginning,
her cries and yells had a defiant and angry tone to them. Even her body
language, being limited as it was, had that rebellious "I'll get you"
implication. But now, those same shouts and body contortions were keeping
with a pleading submissive "I'll be good Mistress, please, please, don't
hurt me anymore Mistress Sheila, PLEASE!" persona. Thus Sheila believed
that now was time to really bring this girl to heel.
"Now, will you obey me in all that I command of you ponygirl Musk?"
The pain in Heidi's butt was extreme. Sheila kept on hitting her not only
on the same butt cheek, but practically in the very same spot each and
every time. It was just too much. That's when Heidi did her best to answer
her abuser verbally through that damn bit gag in her mouth.
"No! I told you, horses don't talk! You must answer the
same way a horse does, remember?
Heidi tried to shake her head like Sheila wanted, but with her head pulled
up so painfully by her nose ring it was impossible. She didn't know what
to do. She just cast her pain stricken eyes over in Sheila's direction and
did her best to plead for mercy with them.
"My goodness, you are as stupid as you are a stubborn ponygirl Musk.
Think! Think like a horse would. You can't talk. You can't shake your
head. What else can you do to answer my question like a horse would? And
be quick about! "
Heidi squinted her eyes in pain when she felt that last smack on her
burning ass. What was she suppose to do, dance? That thought caused her to
think of something. Something that she immediately acted on since the
intensity of the moment called for it. She slowly lifted her right leg in
a jerking kind of way. Then she brought it down in front of her with a
noted stomp. And then dragged it back to it's original position.
"Ahhhhh, that was very interesting ponygirl Musk," Sheila said with a
celebrated expression of joy on her face. "I was looking for something
along the lines of a neigh or a whinny, but moving your leg like that is
definitely something that a horse would do too. That was very good horse
thinking Musk. Very good indeed! So good that I will accept it and end
your punishment. BUT, lets be clear about this shall we. You are going to
obey me from now on, right ponygirl?"
With her head still being controlled by her raised nose ring, Heidi again
raised her foot and brought it down with a thump.
"Are you going to fight with me ever again?" To get her point across
Sheila pulled up on Heidi's nose ring a little more at the end of that
question.
Heidi took a second or two to think of how to answer while wincing and
moaning in pain. She then quickly raised and lowered her foot twice for
the answer of no.
"Very good ponygirl Musk! Now, if I let your nose ring go, will you behave
yourself like a well trained and "PROUD" ponygirl should?"
Again Heidi's foot could not respond fast enough to answering yes to that
question.
"All right then, but if you try anything like you did again, I will hang
you up by your nose ring "AND" your nipple piercings while I beat your
pussy raw! Do you understand me, my "OBEDIENT" filly?"
Heidi answered her directly with one loud stomp of her foot.
Sheila still hung onto Heidi's nose ring for a few seconds more just for
spite before letting it go. Once she did though, she didn't give Heidi
much time for recuperation. She went right back to giving Heidi commands
on how to stand like a ponygirl. Even to the point of zealously point out
each and every one of them with her ridding crop.
"Ponygirl Musk, put your legs together and stand straight! Stomach in,
chest out, head up! Curve that spine! Push out those big mare tits of
yours. I said keep that head up!"
One command after the other was called out and Heidi responded to each and
every one them quickly, just like a well trained sniveling ponygirl
should.
Sheila began to walk around Heidi, eyeing her up, smiling in satisfaction
at how clean and sharp the girl's responses were. Then she let the crop
hang by her wrist and began touching the girl with both her hands. One
hand went to her breasts while the other went to her butt, the side that
wasn't beaten.
"Yes, that's a good little horsey."
Sheila was not so gentile with her touch now. She seemed to be actually
groping Heidi's big breast and fleshy butt like a highly aroused lover.
"Oh yes! I can definitely see many people at the party wanting to play
with this fantastic tits and ass combination ponygirl Musk. Many, many
people, including "WOMEN!"
Sheila was really laying it down heavy. She had to, just as much as she
wanted to. She had to know if she succeeded in breaking Heidi like she did
with Katie.
Heidi just remained in her pony stance staring out in front of her. Her
tears didn't seem to come like faucets now, but they still did come. And
the only noise she made was some sniveling through her nose. But that too
was fading away.
Seeing that her first groping session with Heidi was a success, Sheila
decided to push it, fast and hard. The hand on her butt went straight for
the plug sticking out of Heidi's ass. And the hand she was using to
squeeze Heidi's breasts made a bee line for the girl's pussy once more.
There was no tender foreplay this time. One, two and then a third finger
went deep into Heidi's pussy while her thumb went to playing with her
clitoris.
Heidi's eyes opened bigger than they had ever been before. She did not
dare move, other than a few body twitches and a couple of head jerks. She
just tried to deal with the sexual indignity as best she could without
getting beaten again.
"That's a good ponygirl!" Sheila exclaimed as she aggressively played with
the girl's front and back holes.
"Oh yes, you are going to make a first rate ponygirl Musk. And you love it
too don't you, my obedient, well mannered, filly?"
Sheila purposefully asked Heidi a humiliating question just to see if her
awareness was still there with her, and that it didn't drift off to some
safe and pleasant mental dreamland. She had to know if she really did
break her to harness and not go too far and break her completely as in
a complete psychological breakdown.
It took a second or two, but Sheila got the reaction she was looking for.
The shaking of the girl's head in that flamboyant up and down direction.
Her ponygirl was all there all right, heart, mind and soul. And thoroughly
broken like her sister ponygirl Jasmine.
Sheila removed her hands from Heidi, but before leaving to wash up, she
patted Heidi on her behind. That same butt cheek that was the sole object
of her corporal punishment.
Heidi let out a little yelp when she felt that gentle pat on her throbbing
butt. And considering how blazing red it was, it was a wonder that's all
she did do.
Sheila then said, "Oh poor, poor filly. Does that pretty little tush burn
that bad on my precious obedient ponygirl?"
Again Heidi shook her head most decidedly yes!
"Well then, I'll just have to get something to make it all nice and cool
so my sweet "TAMED" ponygirl doesn't hurt so bad, now won't I."
Heidi was right there on the spot with the head shaking. Something that
was really starting to tickle Sheila to no end.
Sheila walked away from both of the girls and headed for the far side of
the room. There was a sink there where one could wash up or get a damp
towel if need be. She knew she was taking a risk in turning her back on
both girls, but it was a calculated one.
First, there was a mirror on that wall. One where the reflected image
extended well behind her. Any movement on the part of either ponygirl
could easily be seen just by keeping an eye on that mirror.
Second, it was another test that needed to be done. Sheila needed to see
if she really had as much control over both girls as she believed she had.
And sure enough, both girls remained in their pony stance just like she
left them.
Sheila took some time at the sink, washing her hands, checking her face
and even readjusting her ponytail that really didn't need any attention.
During all this time she kept an eye peeled on the girls. For some reason
she just couldn't help being extremely proud of herself. She knew it was
far from over yet, and that any number of things could go wrong. But so
far, she thought she handled the task of getting the girls ready like Sir
Winfred wanted quite well.
She gathered up a few things, and then headed back to her well poised and
waiting ponygirls.
"Let me see. Who is going to be first? Ponygirl Jasmine! You behaved
better than ponygirl Musk did, thus you get my benevolent attention
first."
More psychology was at work. Sheila purposefully picked out Katie first as
part of the carrot technique. She wanted to instill in the girls that she
was capable of being kind to them when they earned it. Thus a cycling
process is created that builds on itself in the direction that she wanted.
That being, to produce a virtual slave hinged on every want, every need
and every desire that she may ever have. And even though this entire
endeavor was only in the short turn, with the end result of setting them
free out in the wild again. It still provided Sheila with a very valuable
learning experience.
"My goodness Jasmine! That bit gag of yours will have to go. It makes you
drool far too much. Your entire chest and breasts are just dripping with
your saliva. Here, let me wipe your face first and then I will clean the
rest of you up."
Sheila took the cool wet towel and began to wipe Katie's face.
"Mmmmm, I bet that feels good now, doesn't it my tamed pony."
Katie shook her head with a welcomed eagerness in her eyes.
"Good ponygirl! Now let me finish wiping you off and then I can give you
some nice cool water to drink. Wouldn't that be nice my pretty filly?"
It was almost too good to be true. Katie was responding to Sheila's lead
as if she was made for the role, or life, of a submissive.
"There you are, all nice and clean once more. Now, tilt your head back a
little, open your mouth and block the back part of your throat with your
tongue. I will pour some water in and then you can swallow it. And be very
careful not to choke! I don't want to loose you now that I have you."
Katie took a moment to think about what Sheila said while she was
following her instructions. Why didn't she just take the bit out of her
mouth so she could drink like a normal person? Why is she taking this role
playing to such lengths and so seriously? The more Katie thought, the more
she was beginning to feel ill at ease with what was going on. Then she
remembered what Sheila told her earlier, about not letting her human pride
get the best of her, and then seeing what happened to her friend Heidi
when it actually did. She certainly didn't want that to happen to her. And
besides, it was only for a couple of days and it sort of felt good, being
taken cared of and fawned over like she was. She then blanked those
thoughts right out of her head and choose to follow the least path of
resistance. And oh, did that water taste good!
"That's a good horsey. You can have as much as you want. Just take it slow
and easy. That's right, open your mouth like a hungry little birdie and
let me fill it with some nice fresh cool water. That's a good Jasmine!"
Sheila was again going over the top in being nice and pleasant to Katie.
She wanted Heidi to here it all. Every last, honey soaked, caring word of
it. She wanted Heidi to envy her fiend's better treatment. She wanted her
licking her lips in anticipation of getting some of that cool wet water
too. But above all, she wanted Heidi to act just like Jasmine did in
accepting her role as a well trained ponygirl. She even decided not use
those two words together when referring to ponygirl Jasmine anymore. She
just call her by her true name, Jasmine.
"Ok now Jasmine. You stay in your pony stance while I see to your sister
ponygirl Musk."
Katie brought herself back up to the official pony stance with her head
held high and her breasts thrust forward with pride.
"Oh your such a good filly Jasmine!"
Sheila caressed the side of Katie's thigh with her hand and then drew it
across her front, where her pubic hair use to be, and then gave a very
gentle tap of her fingers over the girl's pussy.
Katie's eyes opened big in surprise. But seeing that it ended so quickly,
she did not fret over it like she did before. Besides, she was feeling
much better and why let a little thing like patting her naked pussy cause
her any grief. After all, it did feel kind of nice.
Sheila moved over to Heidi and just looked at her.
"My oh my! You sure are one sloppy mess. Aren't you Musk?"
She decided to leave off the ponygirl preface to Heidi's ponygirl name as
well, seeing that she had good evidence that both girls were broken to
harness now.
Heidi shook her head in appeasing agreement. She heard what her friend had
gone through and it sounded really good, even if it was emotionally
humiliating to be treated like that. But she was in a far worst condition
than her friend was, especially with her butt still stinging like it was.
So any treatment would be better than none at all. Thus Heidi resigned
herself to playing the part of an obedient ponygirl for the entire
duration.
"I "SEE" that you agree with me Musk. Good! Now let me "HEAR" that you
agree with me also."
Sheila could have added a little treat with her crop to the ending of her
passive command. But she wanted to go back to using the carrot approach
again. The beast inside her was well fed and she kind of missed playing
the benign well liked pony trainer.
Heidi had to think for a moment. 'What did she mean by wanting to hear me
agree with her? If I talk, I will get beaten again, or worst! I can't use
my leg because she wants to . . ." Then it dawned on Heidi. She had to
close her eyes from the degrading pain that thought brought with it. And
as a result another tear came rolling out from the corner of her eye.
Sheila noted the pause and seen the tear too. And she knew exactly what
they meant. That's why she didn't push Heidi this time, even though time
was precious. She had come to learn that some things in training could not
be rushed. And this was one of them. Heidi was thinking just like she was
supposed to, like a horse. That's why there was a pause. And the tear was
a result of having to swallow her human pride to bring herself to do it.
Sheila knew she would. Heidi just needed a little more time to embrace the
role of a ponygirl like Katie did.
Then Sheila heard it. It was kind of soft and not very clear. But it was
there!
"Louder, please," Sheila requested in a firm voice. She did that
purposefully. If she ordered it, then Heidi would do it purely out of
fear. But if she requested it, in a voice that was almost a command, then
Heidi would have to feel, if only a little, that she was doing it to
please her trainer too and not just out of fear. It was the psychological
carrot approach in full vogue.
Heidi's pause was much shorted this time and no tear was shed. And her
voice was louder too. But the integrity and richness of the sound was
still sadly lacking.
"Very good Musk. Now, take a deep breath, thrust out your chest, hold your
head up high and do it just for me, one more time."
Sheila was leading Heidi as if she had reins in her hands. And as the old
saying goes, you can lead a horse to water, but you can't make'm drink.
That's what Sheila was doing. She was leading Heidi slowly and surely to
being a ponygirl with pride. But it was all up to Heidi to take that one
last step. And once she heard Heidi make that horse's whinny loud and
clear while in her proud pony stance, then she would have her. She would
be all hers not just in mind, but in heart and soul as well. Just like
Jasmine was.
Heidi knew what was going on. What that woman was trying to do to her,
make her do. And there was still a part of her that wanted to resist it, a
small part this time. But she was used up inside. She was tired of
fighting a loosing battle. It hurt too much and the humiliation that
resulted from it was worst than if she had just gone along with it in the
first place. Besides, there were some advantages in going along with it
aside from the lack of pain. There were the nice comments and being taken
cared of like she seen in her friend Katie, even though it was in relation
to being treated like an animal.
It did make a difference, being treated with kindness instead of scorn.
Positive feedback always does. And then there was that something inside of
her, nagging at her. A something that wanted to explore this submissive
role of sorts. But not so much from the hand of a woman though. Like
Katie, Heidi was straight as an arrow. But then again, this was all new
territory for her, and scary too. Maybe it would be better to try
something new with a dominant female in charge. Either way, it would all
begin with that one step forward.
Heidi opened her eyes and remained still for a moment. When she felt the
courage in her beginning to rise, she took a deep breath, maneuvered
herself into the position of a proud pony stance and then let go with a
strong and clear horse's whinny.
"Excellent Musk! That was the best ponygirl sound I have ever heard. Well
done my precious ponygirl, well done indeed!"
Sheila took a step forward and began cleaning Heidi off with her damp
cloth. She was in a most joyful mood now, now that she had another girl on
the hoof. The carrot method did work and she was proud of herself in her
ability to use it successfully. And to make sure it held up, she kept on
congratulating Heidi on how good she was, all the while she was wiping the
tears, drool and sweat off her face and chest. She could even feel the
effects of praising her devoted ponygirl in the way Heidi kept her body
firm in it's proud ponygirl position while she wiped it clean. In a way,
it made Sheila feel like a stable girl brushing down a strong and proud
thoroughbred. Something she didn't mind either, as long as the mare obeyed
her like a well trained animal should.
When she got to Heidi's rear end she stopped for a moment and then spoke
to her ponygirl.
"Musk, I am going to put something cool on that red hind quarters of yours
to ease the discomfort there. But I want you to remain in your pony stance
though. So prepare yourself for something cold. It won't hurt, but it will
be a bit uncomfortable in the beginning. Do you understand me Musk?"
Heidi shook her head up and down with grace and pride, just like a Nobel
steed at the commanding hands of her trainer.
Sheila smiled when she seen that.
"Ok Musk here we go."
Immediately Sheila saw Heidi tightened the muscles of her haunches. She
also noticed that Heidi extended that muscle flex throughout her entire
body, making it very rigid while still remaining in her pony stance. It
made her feel so happy being the cause of this.
Then she put the side of the bottle containing the ice water on that red
spot. And just like she thought, she seen Heidi's body jerk with a gasping
sound coming from her bitted mouth. But Heidi remained steadfast in her
ponygirl stance, just like she was told to do.
"It won't take long before it begins to feel much better Musk," Sheila
said as she began moving the cold plastic container over the wide red
spot.
Soon Sheila seen Heidi begin to relax her body. She even heard a faint
sound of relief echoing the soothing effect of the cold compresses she was
giving her. When the redness began to fade away that's when she stopped.
Sheila then moved to the front of Heidi and asked her if she wanted a cold
drink of water.
Heidi's response was another eager shaking of her ponygirl's head.
Sheila told her what to do like she did Katie. Then she gave her all the
water that she wanted. Which was just short of emptying the bottle. Sheila
then put everything off to the side and took her teaching position back in
front of the girls.
"Ok ponygirls, now that we have established a good working relationship of
trainer and ponies. "AND", you know how to position yourself into the
proper ponygirl stance."
Katie and Heidi did a little fidgeting as they put the final touches on
their pony stance.
"Let's move on to the next lesson. This one is about prancing."
Before Sheila could say another word, she heard the door behind her begin
to open. As she turned around to check she saw Ms. Davenport and Sir
Winfred walking into the room. She took a quick look at her watch and seen
that about an hour and a half had gone by since they left.
Sheila was nervous. She was also very eager to show her two mentors what
had accomplished while they were gone. She hoped that it would impress
them, especially Sir Winfred, but one never knows about these sort of
things. Being left with no real structured goal in mind always made things
difficult. What she thought constituted the proper ponygirl stance might
not be what Sir Winfred wanted. She remembered the slight tiff that
occurred yesterday when Sir Winfred had something in mind that was
different than her lady boss did in regards to the type of ponygirl outfit
the girls were to wear. So even with such success under her belt, she was
still very nervous.
Sheila turned back around and gave both of her ponygirls a good long look,
making direct eye contact with each of them. No words were spoken, but an
awful lot of information and feeling was transpired between them and her.
All of which could be stated in just five words, 'Stay on your toes
ponygirls!'
Judith cleared a spot on the table that they had tea on earlier so Sir
Winfred could place his box on it. It was a fairly large box, about twice
the size of the proverbial bread box with a couple of leather straps
hanging out of it. Once that was settled into place the couple moved over
to where Sheila was standing.
"So young lady, how have you been progressing," Sir Winfred asked as he
noticed, with some degree of surprise, that both girls were standing still
without being tethered.
"Please Sir Winfred," Sheila announced as she moved her hand out as an
invitation to check them out for himself.
Sir Winfred walked up to Katie first and ran his eyes up and down her
taught form. As he walked to her right side he put his hand to his face as
if in contemplation, and again checked her statue like pose with a fine
eye.
He reached out to her head and cupped her chin with his fingers. He was
making a minor adjustment in the girl's head position moving it up a mer
fraction of an inch. That's when his other hand came into play too. He was
touching her all over her body now as if he was checking this and crossing
out that on a mental list he had running through his head.
At first Sheila was worried by all the touching he was doing. But when she
saw that any changes he made were so minor in context that's when she felt
more at ease. It was as if his movements were more out of habit than out
of correction.
He was beginning to move to Heidi when he suddenly stopped in his tracks
and returned his gaze back on Katie. He was behind her and just staring at
her back as if deep in thought. Then he abruptly took hold of the black
dildoe that was coming out of Katie's butt and gave it a good twist.
It caught Katie totally off guard as her body jerked and she let out with
a little squeak. But she still remained true to form. Staying in her pony
stance throughout the anal screwing episode.
Again, Sir Winfred produced a surprise look on his face. It was in
confirmation to what he was just thinking about. It struck him kind of
strange that Katie was very well behaved when he was touching her like he
was. A dramatic difference from before when she was squirming, resisting
and audible garbling out "Don't touch me!" throughout her ordeal with him.
But now she was acting like a well train submissive, an obedient slave to
any dominating force to come her way. And it only took Sheila a little
over an hour to preform this magical transformation too. Now "that" really
caught his attention.
He let go of the dildoe with a slowness that made Sheila wonder what he
was thinking about. His action was a surprise to her too. 'Thank goodness
Jasmine had the where with all to stay in her ponygirl mode,' she thought
to herself. Sheila began to fidget with her ridding crop out of
nervousness when she seen Sir Winfred turned his attention to Heidi.
Sir Winfred was eyeing up the other girl now, the aromatic one, the more
rebellious of the two. His eyes caught what looked like a faded red mark
on her right butt cheek. He placed his hand gently over it and then
smiled. It was warm. He then removed his hand and took a good long look at
the other butt cheek. There was a noticeable difference between the two.
Then he began his mental check list with Heidi, being a bit more
enthusiastic with his touch on this girl than the other.
Again, he was surprised in how well the girl remained in pose. Oh there
was a soft moan here when he fondled the girl's big beautiful breasts, and
a small instinctive body jerk there when he fingered the girl's clit hood
piercing. But those were understandable. He just could not get over the
change in both girls demeanor.
He knew, from the heated red mark, that Sheila used the crop on at least
one of them and that seemed very limited, in his perspective. But other
than that, he did not see anything, even remotely representative, in the
exclusive use of the stick approach to produce such outstanding well
behaved ponygirls. But there was one way he could tell for sure. A way
that a man of his vast experience could easily tell straight off.
He thus began a slow walk across the front of the girls, stopping when he
was directly in front of each one and then staring directly into their
eyes. That's how he could tell if the results obtained were truly via a
ponderous use of the stick or carrot approach.
When he had finished, he turned away from the girls including Sheila and
Judith and just stood there for a moments rubbing his chin and looking
into space.
It seemed all four women were on edge. Sheila the most, the two ponygirls
next and then Judith. Judith had a little more knowledge than the other
three about what was going on inside Sir Winfred's mind. She surmised that
he was determining if Sheila truly had "that something special" or not.
And that's why she was anxious to hear what he had to say next.
"Sheila," Sir Winfred said as he turned and walked over to her side, "how
did you arrive at this particular ponygirl stance?"
Sheila had an unexpected look of dread on her face. It was only momentary
though. She remembered to act professional in the presents of such a
renowned man as Sir Winfred. So she cleared her throat, took a deep breath
and then gave her reasons for it straight away.
"I choose this pose based on what I have read and seen, in pictures, on
the subject of ponygirls. If there is anything you wish to change or
modify Sir . . ."
"No, no, no my dear. I was just wondering how you came to thing of it. It
is one of the most desirable poses used in ponygirl training. Having the
legs aligned together in a straight strong stance gives one the feeling of
power under competent control. The slight curve in the spine with the
pronounced projection of the chest and breasts gives the ponygirl that
soft feminine eye catching aura. And the head, held high with eyes looking
straight, that my dear is pure pride. It looks like you have accomplished
much in such a short time my dear. Well done Sheila, or should I say
ponygirl trainer Sheila."
Sheila was all smiles. This is what she longed to hear, to have the
approval of Sir Winfred. And now that she had it, she seemed ready to bust
wide open. Then something got to her. She didn't know why she said it,
after all, she already had his approval. But she felt she had to take it
one more step, just to really show him how successful she really was.
"There's more Sir Winfred, if you care to see." She tried to act
professional, but she was riding the wave of euphoria and could not help
flash a glowing smile at Sir Winfred.
Sir Winfred was taken aback as his eyes went big with a slight cock of his
head. He too tried to repress a smile, but seeing the joyful light in
Sheila eyes, he just could not prevent it from forming. It was now his
turn to make a slight wave of a hand as if to say please go ahead. Judith
just stood on the other side of Sheila, quiet and watching intently as her
assistant had full control of the situation.
Sheila nodded her head in kind and then took a regal pose to address Katie
and Heidi. She was about to speak when she saw the eyes of both girls
fastened on her riding crop. The same crop that she was mindlessly
bouncing the end of in her other hand.
She surmised that such an action could be seen as threatening to the two
girls. And if the girls could focus on it, so could Sir Winfred. He might
think that she had to use the stick approach, exclusively, to force the
girls into the proper pony stance. So she quickly placed the riding crop
out of the girls sight behind her back. Then once the girls had their
calmer eyes on her again. That's when she began to speak.
"Jasmine," Sheila said in a composed voice that had a slight hint of
friendliness to it, "do you consider yourself, lucky, to have the chance
to be a ponygirl at Madame Rouso's party tomorrow?"
All three pairs of eyes were riveted on Katie, Sir Winfred's, Judith's and
of course Sheila's, who's heart was pounding a mile a minute.
Katie continued to keep her eyes on Sheila, with an occasional glance over
to Sir Winfred and Judith. She could feel the duality welling up inside of
her. If she thought like a human being, it was deep humiliation. But if
she thought like a pony, it was an exciting desire to preform with pride.
The moment of indecision as to which to bring forth was reached when she
shook her head like she was trained to. Just like a happy eager submissive
ponygirl.
Sheila didn't bother to turn and address Sir Winfred when she heard him
whispered "By George!" Or to Ms. Davenport when she heard a soft feminine
gasp coming just behind her right shoulder. She just closed her eyes and
smiled, relishing the glory of the moment.
After a second or two, when she regained her calm composure, or something
akin to it. She addressed Heidi with that same at ease benevolent tone of
voice.
"Musk, if I asked you if you were proud to be a ponygirl too, I bet you
would agree with your sister Jasmine here. But can you do it with a bit
more audible enthusiasm?"
A pair of shocking stares went directly to Heidi, while a somewhat
confident, but very anxious, Sheila continued to look at her other
ponygirl, Musk.
Heidi did a little fidgeting in her arm sheath. She never did look away
from Sheila like Katie did. And in her look there was no anger or fear in
it. Nor was there any love in it either. It was just a simple look of
complacency. Nothing fanatical or joyously so. Just a look that had
perhaps a tiny little spark of pride hiding in it. And that was enough for
Heidi to shake her head like Katie did, with the addition of a splendid
whinny to make the point that her trainer was looking for.
Again, Sheila heard her male mentor echo his pleasant surprise by saying
"My word!" in that unique English way of his. And Judith too gave her
pleasing support as she grabbed Sheila's shoulders from behind in an
affectionate way and then whispered in her hear, "exceptionally well done
my dear, bravo!"
That's when Sheila moved her head over to Judith and whispered back,
"there's still more." To which Judith let out with an amazed "Ohh" sound
and then let go of her assistant's shoulders to take her position back off
to her side.
Sheila had one more trick up her sleeve. One more glowing tribute to her
success at being a first time trainer of ponygirls. It was daring,
unproven, and just the thought of it was making her curl her toes in
questioning anxiety. But if it was a success, then it would be the
proverbial cherry on the cake. But if it wasn't? She still felt like she
just had to try it!
She looked at both girls before her, deciding who would be the correct
recipient of her command. At first, instinctively, she thought it would be
Heidi, her favorite. But upon further thought, the poor girl had been
through a lot all ready and she didn't want to push her luck, she was
doing enough of that already. So she picked Katie.
"Jasmine"
Katie quickly picked up her head and thrust out her chest just a little
bit more.
"Why don't you show Ms. Davenport and Sir Winfred how smart you really
are. Tell them how much one plus two is."
Katie wrinkled her brow in thought. 'How could telling them the answer to
such a simple problem show them how . . .' Katie's thought ended abruptly.
She was thinking like a human being again and not a ponygirl. If she was
thinking like a pony then the answer would be obvious, just do it.
So she raised her right leg slowly and then brought it down in front of
her with a thud. She did this two more times to show them that one plus
two equals three.
Sir Winfred was down right flabbergasted. Judith was totally awestruck.
It took a second or two after seeing what was totally unexpected and
beyond Judith's and Sir Winfred's dreams before Sheila heard one and then
two pairs of hands clapping. Then came the verbal sounds of
congratulations for Sheila.
"Sheila!" Sir Winfred stated with fervor. "That was simply phenomenal! I
never thought you could take them so far in their dressage in such a short
amount of time. Come to the table with Ms. Davenport and myself. Let us
three discuss plans for tomorrows unveiling at Madame Rouso's Xmas party.
A party where "YOU" my dear Sheila will be the coachwoman for Madame
Rouso's sleigh. If that is all right with Ms. Davenport here."
Judith gave her glowing consent as soon as Sir Winfred had said it.
It was Sheila's turn to be stun into silence. It was like a dream come
true. She had never been to Madame Rouso's estate and only once did she
have the pleasure of her company. And that was for a very short time. It
occurred during one of her rare visits to the underground complex well
over a year ago. But in that time Sheila was taken with the woman's
charismatic personality. She seemed to be a person who had successfully
integrated her drive for dominance with her sensuous femininity while
still holding onto her benevolent humanity. At least that's how Sheila saw
her.
Sir Winfred then motioned for Judith and Sheila to lead the way back to
the table. But Sheila told her two mentors that she would meet them there
after hitching up Katie and Heidi.
She went to where she threw their leashes and picked them up again. She
then walked over to her prized pair, and fasten them to a ring in the
their belts. She pulled them over to that bar again and then addressed
them in a hushed whisper.
"You were both excellent in front of Ms. Davenport and Sir Winfred. Musk,
your whinny was perfect! And Jasmine, I must admit, I had my fingers
crossed when I asked you that question. But you came through for me one
hundred percent. You both came across as proud, well trained ponygirls,
just what they were looking for. You both deserve a great reward for that.
And one you will get at lunch time. And I might add," Sheila was now
tieing the other end of their leases onto the bar, this time leaving
enough slack in it for them to move around a bit while standing up, "if
your behavior continues to be this obedient, I know that you will be
rewarded most deservingly so by Ms. Davenport too. So be good ponygirls!"
With that, Sheila gave each of the girls a kiss on the cheek and a tender
caress of their breasts before leaving.
Again, Katie and Heidi responded well to the compliments and even to the
kiss on the cheek. But having their breasts fondle made them feel a bit
strange. It felt good and all, but again, neither were lesbians. But they
did seem to be adapting well to their new found submissiveness.
As Sheila made her way to the table. Katie and Heidi made eye contact with
one another. They tried to whisper to one another in order to communicate,
but that damn rubber bit only slurred their words and made them drool all
the more. What needed to be said would have to be conveyed by their eyes
and a little body language. And that was summed up in only one word,
support.
Support for finding the strength to endure what they had gone through so
far and will continue to go through in the next day and a half. Support
for not being judgemental in what they had to do in this bizarre Alice in
Wonderland environment. And support in that no matter what did happen,
they will continue to be the dear close friends that they had alwyas been.
Katie and Heidi settled themselves down, actually finding some solace in
leaning up against one another. Again they flexed their arms muscles in
their leather sheaths, but this time it was purely for comfort and not to
escape. Just like their gnawing of their rubber bits. They did it to find
a more favorable position instead of using them as recipients of their
building stress like a boxer would with a punching bag. Both girls had
changed in how they saw things now. A change for the better? They both
hoped so.
The three seated at the table were right in the middle of a toast. The tea
was cold and hardly enough for two let alone three of them. But Sir
Winfred did have some of his excellent sipping whiskey on hand in his ever
present silver container. So he dispensed some of that amongst the two
special ladies on either side of him and to himself on this celebrated
moment.
"To the future ladies! May all our dreams during this festive time of year
come true."
All three raised their fragile china cups on high with joyful hearts and
partook eagerly in Sir Winfred's heavy brew. They were all united in their
cause, and the fellowship that resulted from it.
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Part 9 coming soon.
Judith's time for reflection
Stay tune!
