Pony Trap Chapter Eleven by Deborah Ford

 

Chapter 11 

 

 

1.

 

“Who’d you think would want to teach a dumb ass like you how to speak like the dumb arsed pony girl you are?”

Miss Khaki smirked at the anxious looking sissy pony girl before her and Miss Olive.

Thomas was taken aback. It seemed to him that whenever he answered a question from these two tall dominant women he was in the wrong, and punished for it.

“Well, Miss, I erm, I thought …”

“Oh!” Miss Olive laughed, “the poor thing is trying to think. Isn’t she cute when her little e brain tries to think.”

Thomas blushed hot red. He had been so pleased to master walking with a wiggle, so that his butt plug tail swished sexily around his thighs, that he had forgotten how scary this pony training could be.

Miss Olive and Miss Khaki still seemed to be overbearing giants, even though Thomas was wearing the statutory high heeled boots of a pony girl.

Miss Khaki gripped his chin forcibly, “We explained to your wonderful Mistress Indigo that we are experts in getting sissies to speak as they should.”

“No one,” Miss Olive added with wide eyes, “will ever think of you as being a man again. The moment they see you, the moment they hear you, the moment they observe your movements, they will see you as a dumb, silly headed girl.”

Still in the grip of Miss Khaki’s tight fingers, Thomas said, “Yes, Miss.”

The two black women stepped back to take in the delightful pony girl, from her lovely legs to her long hair. They loved sissies as they were so much fun. Just as foolish sissies thought they had reached the lowest point of humiliation there was always something further to demote them.

They were stood close to the wall of the inner stables, not far from where the Trainer had worked so hard on Thomas to ensure he walked correctly and obeyed every command without even the slightest element of hesitation. Though always scared of being caned by the Trainer and hearing the Trainer’s disappointment, nothing was as terrorising for Thomas as these two awesome women.

“Firstly, sissy,” Miss Olive said, “you must always speak from the front of the mouth. Say, ‘I am a silly, airhead pony girl’ from the front of your mouth.”

Thomas swallowed. What did that mean? He pursed his lips and said, “I am a …”

The cane whipped at his thigh, making him squeal.

“Ow!”

“From the front of the mouth, dear. Start again,” Miss Olive said.

The blistering line on his thigh made Thomas concentre much harder. He pushed  his tongue so far forward it was against his lips. “I am a silly, airhead pony girl.”

The two black women looked at each other with delight.

“Oh my,” Miss Khaki said, “I think she’s a natural!” She then turned back to the nervous pony girl, “It takes time to master, but that was excellent. Now pay attention. Men mumble and speak in monotone.”

Miss Olive leaned forward, intimidating Thomas, “But girls speak clearly. Enunciating every syllable. Every word has a beginning, a middle and end. From now on you will say all parts of every word clearly!”

Thomas swallowed. Every single word? Surely that would be impossible.

“So,” Miss Olive said, “say it again. Front of the mouth to lessen your resonance and remember to enunciate every syllable.”

“Yes, Miss Olive,” Thomas said, feeling flustered. So much to remember. He carefully said each part of each word. “I am a silly, airhead pony girl.”

“Not bad,” Miss Olive didn’t seem all that impressed. “It takes practice. Now girls speak faster than boys. So there is a lot for a silly little girl like you to remember. So, say it five times, getting faster each time.”

Sissies are not renowned for their great thinking abilities, most getting through life by appearing cute and in need of a cuddle, so unsurprisingly Thomas had never before realised how different women speak when compared to men.

They spent the first hour concentrating on the sounds of words. The second hour was spent on the visual aspect. Thomas had not appreciated that women react constantly to what is being said to them. Whilst men stand Clint Eastwood style, perfectly still, with little facial movement, women constantly mirror the movements and facial expression of a person speaking. Constantly reacting to what is being said. Thus, when a dominant is speaking, a pony girl was expected to hang onto every word as if preparing for an exam. Their faces move, their head tilt.

Then he had to add a hint of a lisp. When he did it too much the Mistresses slapped his palms with the cane until he got it just right.

Finally, an exhausted Thomas was relieved to hear Miss Khaki say, “Enough for now. You’ve worked very hard. We’ll go back over all this tomorrow. Just remember to not force up your pitch too much. It’s all the other factors that are important.”

Miss Olive, rested a hand on his cheek, “After all Lacy, you wouldn’t want anyone thinking you are a horrible, smelly man, would you?”

Swallowing, Thomas said in his new, softer, lisping voice, “Oh no, Miss Olive. I promise. Really.”

Miss Olive smiled, “Good girl.”

Oh my! Those words again. Why were they so electric? Being called a good girl when the dominants were genuinely pleased, sent a  buzz through Thomas’ being.

He smiled, “Thank you, Miss Olive.”

“Tomorrow,” Miss Khaki said, “we’ll do more work on your hand movements too. You’ll love it.”

“Thank you, Miss Khaki.”

Miss Olive’s expression darkened. “Now be warned. Many dominants like your Mistress, Miss Indigo and your trainer, will know you’ve started your speech courses so they’ll be checking that you don’t fall back to your old voice.”

“That,” Miss Khaki said sternly, “Is absolutely forbidden. Got it?”

His tummy turned over at the threatening expression, “Yes Miss Khaki. Of course, Miss Khaki.”

“Oh you are so fucking gorgeous!” Miss Olive announced, her eyes locked on to those of the alarmed pony girl.

Miss Khaki put her finger under Thomas’ collar and lifted him up onto his toes. “And don’t you forget, we found you first!”

Feeling the collar cutting into his chin, Thomas squealed, “Yes Miss Khaki.”

“Oh,” Miss Khaki added with a grin, “Love your tail!”

Aw. Thomas smiled, he loved compliments like that. “Thank you, Miss Khaki.”

“Now off you go, back to your trainer, and let’s see you wiggle like the slutty tramp you are,” Miss Olive said.

“Yes, Miss Olive,” Thomas said with a bright face, “And thank you so much for the lessons.”

“What an adorable pony girl you are,” Miss Khaki said. “And be sure to impress your trainer with your new voice.”

Thomas turned and walked away with a wide grin, ensuring he felt the tail swing about behind him to further entrance the strong willed dominant women. His tail moved erotically between his bottom cheeks.

He heard one of them wolf whistle and felt a zing in his tummy.

Oh, my this is so much fun, he thought.

 

2.

 

Such delightful thoughts were zapped from his mind as soon as he saw his trainer glaring at him.

The Trainer’s brows were pressed hard down over his eyes. He was stood near the table next to the wall, where Thomas had left him earlier, with the open doors onto the field behind him.

Feeling a  compulsion to apologise, Thomas immediately said, in his new voice, “I’m sorry I’m late, Sir.”

“Late?” The trainer growled. “How can you be fucking late when you’ve only just been sent back to me?”

“Oh. Sorry, Sir.”

Thomas stopped before the intimidating dominant.

“Dumb arse!”

“Yes Sir. Sorry Sir.”

“Hey! That voice. Those two bitches have worked wonders on you!”

“Thank you, Sir.”

The trainer shook his head. “It’s nothing to do with you. You’re dumber than pond life. You be sure to thank them when you see them for tomorrow’s lesson!”

“Yes Sir.”

“Now. It’s time to remove your tail …”

Remove his tail? Thomas was shocked. Oh no! He loved wearing it and feeling the way it swished around when he wiggled. Of course not being able to remove it made him feel helpless but that seemed to add to his mindless sexual excitement.

The Trainer continued, “But it seems your Mistress wants to see you wearing it. She’s on her way down right now. As if I have time to show you off to your owner. So you make sure you remember all your lessons. Speech, deportment, and walking.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Don’t look so scared, you airhead! Just remember all your lessons and you’ll be fine.”

“Yes, Sir I will. But please, Sir. There have been so many lessons. And I get confused and I don’t know if I can keep it up. Especially this speaking business where I have to say …”

The Trainer raised his hand, “Enough. Stop the jabbering before you burst into tears.”

“Yes Sir. Sorry Sir.”

“Damn. Here they come,” The trainer said. “I was hoping to get some practice moves in with you. So you behave!”

Thomas glanced back over his shoulder and sure enough, there was his wife, Izabella on the end of a leash being tugged towards them by the terrifying, black leather clad Master of The Manor.

Suddenly terror gripped Thomas’ insides, he turned to face them so quickly his tail flicked around the back of his thighs like a gentle whip.

Jeez! His wife looked stunning in her tight white blouse, with the cream jodhpurs that gripped her legs as if they were elastic. The knee length high heeled boots made his wife’s legs seem even longer. The blonde hair showered out from beneath her top hat.

“Lacy!”

Izabella raced forwards with outstretched arms towards her husband but was held back as the leash grew taut in the Master’s hand.

“Mistress.”

As much as he was thrilled to see her, Thomas felt a dead sense of trepidation.

He was just so helpless. He was the plaything of everyone here, and if he didn’t perform obediently then he was punished.

“Turn round, turn round,” Izabella said eagerly, unable to contain her excitement.

Thomas did so immediately, glancing back over his shoulder at his delighted wife.

“Well go on, Lacy,” Izabella said, “Walk. I can’t wait to see your arse wiggling properly, like a real pony girl.”

Oh no. Would his Mistress to be impressed? She hadn’t been impressed when she saw him walking earlier. Closing his eyes, Thomas forced himself to concentrate. He said to himself, ‘Keep the shoulders straight and still, and let his hips relax and jiggle’.

He set off holding his breath.

Oh my! The tail’s butt plug did its magical work, arousing him and enhancing his wiggle. He could feel it! The long hairs of the tail swung easily from one leg to the other.

He heard his wife giggle. “Oh Lacy. Brilliant. Super awesome!”

Should he stop? He hadn’t been ordered to, so he continued with uncertainty.

“And come back, Lacy,” Izabella shouted. “Here, Lacy, lacy!” She called out, as if instructing a wayward puppy.

Turning on his heels, Thomas marched back towards the group self consciously aware that all eyes were fixed on him.

“Stop!” Izabella called out.

Thomas did so waiting expectantly for the next instruction.

Izabella stepped towards the Trainer, only stopping when the leash hauled her up short with her amused Master making no attempt to allow her to progress further.

She said to the Trainer, “That’s absolutely magic! You’ve done brilliantly. Master said I wouldn’t be able to believe the change in just one day. And he’s right!” She turned and smiled bashfully at the man holding her leash. “Aw, but you are always right Master.”

What? Thomas swallowed. How could his wife speak with such admiration about another man right here in front of her husband? Thomas felt he had vanished from the earth.

The Master tilted back his head in that irritatingly superior way of his. “All the dominants are chosen personally by me. They do a fantastic job with these airhead pony girls.” He glanced at Thomas with a knowing grin that made a panicky Thomas feel the need to have a pee. “Why not chat to your pony girl over there.”

Izabella almost jumped on the spot. “Oh Master, yes. I almost forgot. The speech training! She sounded horrible this morning. Not like the other sissy pony girls.”

The Master gave a yank on the leash and walked towards the petrified pony girl, pulling Thomas’ wife behind him. He loved watching the cuckold, sissy husbands squirm before their wives. It made all the hard work maintaining The Manor feel worthwhile. That and shagging wives who’d never before experienced a real man’s cock.

Izabella was so close to her worried husband that she bent forward to kiss her pony girl on the cheek.

“Oh my. I cannot wait to hear you. Say something, Lacy.”

Oh. Erm. What should he say?

“Quickly girl,” The Master commanded in that effortlessly domineering manner of his.

Thomas took in a lungful of strength and announced, “I am a silly, airhead pony girl.”

What? Where had those words come from? Oh! All these horrible bullies get him so confused. Why had he said that? The dominants laughed happily.

He knew that he had spoken from the front of his mouth with the slight lisp, all while enunciating the words clearly.

“That is wonderful, Lacy!” Izabella said. She kissed him on his cheek again.
Thomas felt a shadow of worry. Would she ever kiss him again the way a wife might her husband?

Somehow, he had to remind everyone this is a game. But with his wife so ecstatically pleased with his performance he felt a warm glow inside him. And anyway, he was too frightened of everyone to actually say anything. So he kept quiet and let himself be admired by his wife like a loved child having done well at school work.

“Aw Lacy,” suddenly Izabella looked concerned. “We can’t stay. My Master will be teaching me about bondage. Oh, and he has plenty of tying up tricks which I am going to love to use when I play with you. So, we have to go. But you’re about to lose your tail…”

Suddenly Thomas spoke with out being asked anything, “But Mistress. Please. Not my tail!”

“Aw, Lacy,” Izabella cooed. “I understand pony girls feel empty and naked without it. But please don’t worry. I’ve asked your trainer to be gentle with you and to take care of you.”

Seeing her husband looking close to tears, she ran her hand threw his gorgeous hair beneath its plume. “Aw, Lacy. Your Trainer will comfort you.” She kissed his nose. “I promise. And just think, tomorrow evening, I am sure you’ll get to the ceremony like the clever pony girl I know you can be. Then it will be reinserted and locked home by me, your owner.”

Thomas’ hands bounced up to his mouth, he was close to tears. “Please Mistress. I promise to be good. Really.” He caught his voice lowering in timbre and lightened it. “Just please let me keep my tail.”

Izabella looked up at her own owner, the Master. “Master. She is doing well at her lessons. Can we let Lacy keep it in?”

In amongst his turmoil at the throught of losing his tail, Thomas felt aggrieved that his own wife would ask The Master’s permission for him to keep his tail. It was his wife who owned him!

“I don’t know,” The Master drawled slowly. “Trouble is with these little minxes, you give them an inch and they’ll take a mile.”

“But she has done so well, Master.” Izabella seemed just as concerned as her husband about him losing his tail. “She looks fantastic with it plugged in and when they hear her. no one can think of her as anything other than a silly girl.”

The Master’s eyes narrowed in thought. Suddenly he was staring hard at Thomas, making Thomas’ knees feel weak.

Thomas held his breath as the Master said quietly, “There is one way you can have the tail reinserted later tonight.”

Thomas stared at the Master expectantly. He realised that his dreams could only come true with the instruction of his wife’s Master.

The Master looked over at the Trainer. “How about we do Lacy’s ceremony tonight? She up for it?”

The trainer pulled a face. “I dunno. Maybe. She’s only halfway through the course right now.”

Izabella took hold of both of Thomas’ hands, “You can do it. I know you can. Tell me you want to perform the ceremony of pony girl ownership tonight.”

The words tumbled out of his pretty little mouth. “Yes. Yes. Please Mistress. I want to do the ceremony tonight.”

Izabella stared wide eyed in hope at her Master. “Please, Master. She looks so adorable with her tail.”

The Master glared firmly at Thomas making the sissy pony girl step back. Why did his legs shake when The Master spoke to him?

“On your knees, Lacy,” he commanded.

Lacy fell quickly to her knees, grateful that she no longer had to fear her knees giving way beneath him.

“Listen carefully,” The Master said, his eyes dark and fierce, not blinking. “You understand that once you’ve had the ceremony you’ll be owned forever by your Mistress.”

“Y-y-yes, Master.”

“There’s no going back once the ceremony is over. There will be witnesses.”

“Yes, please Master. I promise. I understand. Please, Master. Please.”

The Master shook his head making Thomas feel that wave of sissy distress that sissies fear when they are about to be denied something they achingly want.

“I’m a fool for a cute pony girl with big eyes,” The Master smiled, “Ok. If your trainer thinks you are ready then I’ll get you into the ceremony tonight. Your Mistress will lock home your tail and then it can only be removed with her say so.”

Tears came to Thomas’ eyes. “Oh, thank you Master. Thank you!”

He wanted to fling himself at the leather clad dominant’s feet in gratitude but just managed to stop himself. He looked up at his smiling wife, “And thank you, Mistress. I love you so much!”

“And I love you, Lacy.” She reached down to kiss him but was tugged backwards by her Master.

Revelling in his power of denying the couple a goodbye kiss, the Master, said, “Come on Slut. You’ve a hell of a lot to learn about knots, electronic locks and double locking handcuffs.”

She scuttled after him, finding her balance in her heels only after a few steps. “Yes Master.”

As she left she looked back over her shoulder at the pony girl she would actually fully own in just a few hours and blew him a kiss.

Thomas blew a kiss back watching the pair walk briskly to the front of the stables.

He was so lost in dreamy thought that he barely heard his Trainer.

“Ok, bitch. If we are to get you through enough of your course to get your cute arse in to the ceremony then we need to start with your first advanced lesson.”

Still lost in his wonderful thoughts of being owned and tailed by his loving Mistress, it took a moment before Thomas took in what the trainer was holding in his hand.

He squealed.

The trainer was gripping a long, fat dildo.

“Right,” the Trainer said, “let’s get you inside for your first advanced lesson. And any silly, bratty arguments from you and I block your tail ceremony.”

Thomas’s eyes crossed as the dildo was brought up to his face.

What had he begged for?