Pony Trap Chapter 12 by Deborah Ford

 

 

 

Chapter 12 

 

As readers will be aware, I have not spared any details of the turbulent sissy’s suffering during this dramatic change from husband to cuckolded pony girl. This next section starts with a despairing scene of which you have now been warned.

Of all the punishments, humiliations and beatings Thomas had endured since arriving at The Manor, none were to cause more distress that what took place on that unforgettable late afternoon.

The orange sun was low, and yet cosily warm. The pony girls were still being put through their paces by patient dominants and a few of the delightfully dressed maids from the Manor were to be found bustling around the stable carrying out their instructions.

But poor Thomas was on his hands and knees on the hard ground inside the stable holding his breath, the trauma of the situation making his eyes moisten and blurring the sexy sites around him.

The Trainer said, “It’s all part of the procedure, and you must be brave.”

Thomas choked as he said, “Yes, Sir.”

The defeated sissy was about to ask, ‘if it was all truly necessary’, when he heard the lock on his tail click open.

He gasped. “Oh no!”

“Get a grip, sissy. I’ll do it quickly.”

Oh! Thomas’ mouth fell open how would he endure this?

He felt the tail butt plug being wiggled in his backside and then, ‘gloop’, it was tugged out.

At once, Thomas felt open, empty and humiliated. As if part of himself had been removed.

“Get up, sissy.”

In a total state of shock Thomas didn’t even say, ‘yes, Sir’, as he obeyed his instruction by rising stiffly upright on to his high heeled boots. He looked at the Trainer with earnest hope.

“Don’t give me those big baby blue eyes!” The Trainer sounded regretful. “It’s part of the procedure and the process. A pony girl can have her tail removed at any point if she is sufficiently naughty.”

Thomas was horror struck. “You mean, even after the ceremony, sir?” He could barely speak the words, “I might still have my tail removed?”

“If you’re naughty or a dominant doesn’t believe you are being well behaved, then yes. The only time you tramps seem to be able to accept not wearing a tail is when you are told to be maids. Obviously, maids don’t wear tails stuffed up their cute arses.”

“Oh!”

That made complete sense to Thomas. After all, if you looked as pretty and sexy as a French maid then a tail would be superfluous.

The Trainer was holding out his old belt with the dreadful stringy tail. “Put this on.”

“But it’s horrible! It’s so ugly!”

“You arguing, sissy?”

Oh!

A pouting Thomas snatched the demeaning belt and put it around himself, tightening it into position. He felt the horrid strings tickle the back of his legs. Just a couple of feet away, on the table near the wall sat Thomas’ prized tail. The one of which he had been so proud. Its dark butt plug and plush cloud of tail made him ache with longing. He should be wearing it. It should be locked into his bottom. Make him feel whole.

And could it get any worse? Just at that moment two sexily clad pony girls wandered passed in a chummy huddle, giggling.

Thomas watched their delightful tails swish back and fore as they wiggled away. Bitches! How unfair. And how empty he felt down below. His fingers felt at his buttock cheeks encased in the dark sensuous hose. This was terrible!

“Sir,” Thomas felt one knee bend before the other, but ensured he maintained his sissy, simpering speech from the front of his mouth. “Sir, I don’t think I can wait until the ceremony tonight. Please may I have my tail back? Please?”

Suddenly the Trainer lost all patience.

“Sissy, you dumb fuck. Firstly, you are not guaranteed a place on the stage at the ceremony tonight. The tail has to be earned. Secondly, your Mistress was clear in that you should be denied the tail until you’ve earned it.” His eyes narrowed, “And don’t think you are entitled to a tail either. I’ll be watching you like hawk to ensure you remain obedient and well behaved right up to the ceremony.”

“Sir? You mean … I mean …well, you … I …”

The Trainer sighed. “Do you want to spend the next hour gagged?”

Thomas shook his head, feeling his hair tickle his cheeks and the plume attached to his head swish about.

If you feel that was awful, then understand Thomas’ trepidation over the next hour or so of training. He was so anxious to demonstrate his submission and skills that at times he messed up instructions because of nerves. And it wasn’t helped to see the Pony Girls with their beautiful tails wandering past him. He felt naked and dowdy next to sexually alluring experienced pony girls.

At any moment he was expecting the Trainer to say that he wasn’t good enough to enter the ceremony. That they would have to start again. That he would remain tailless until the next day.

His first trial of pulling a cart was sufficiently straightforward as he just had to stand between the two bars of the cart and bend his arms so that he could be strapped to the smooth wood.

There was a moment of sheer panic as the Trainer wrapped the full head harness with the array of bells, about Thomas’ face and the bullying bit pushed between his lips.

When the bridle was locked behind his head, Thomas felt the sheer terror of helplessness.

Strapped to a cart so he couldn’t move his hands. Unable to speak to say if he was in distress. Dressed to attract sexual attention of any dominant.

The Trainer picked up the reins and gave a tug. It was exactly the same process and result as the leash to his collar being tugged, He quickly found himself waling forward behind the Trainer, who walked slowly, constantly visually checking that Thomas was okey.

“Keep that fat arse wiggling, pony girl.”

Thomas said ‘Yes, Sir’ through the gag but it came out as incoherent mumbling. That made him giggle, and for the first time since his tail had been so unfairly snatched from him, he felt relaxed. As of course all subs do once reconciled to their true position in life.

The impatient trainer shook his head as dominants often do at silly submissive pony girls.

The reins were tugged to the right and Thomas felt himself being walking in a curved line behind the Trainer. Then the reins were tugged hard to the left, and the Trainer walked around in the opposite direction. Thomas followed, nibbling on the bit in his mouth.

The bells jingled merrily. And he would have felt proud, but he couldn’t bring himself into eye contact with the other properly tailed pony girls. His tummy still turned over at how drab he looked without the full plumage of the grey, white genuine tail.

Suddenly the Trainer tugged downwards and Thomas stopped in his high heeled tracks.

“Good girl.”

Oh. How thrilling to hear those words. Thomas’ face beamed from behind the neat straps and bells that adorned his face.

The Trainer stepped up close, removed the bit and fed Thomas a piece of apple. Thomas chewed it eagerly awaiting the Trainer’s full verdict.

Smiling, the Trainer said, “You’re a real natural. No wonder you have the mistresses around here so interested in getting into your panties.”

Thomas giggled. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Yeh, a natural dumb slut.”

Feeling proud, Thomas giggled again.

“Tomorrow, we do the same. This time with me sitting in the cart. Don’t look so worried, dumb arse. Once the cart starts moving the girls find it easy. Even someone as puny as you can pull a cart with two people in it.”

Pull two people? Surely that would be impossible!

“Remember to keep that tail wagging when walking. The dominants love that.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Suddenly the Trainer looked thoughtful.

“Pay attention birdbrain. And listen carefully.”

Thomas leaned his head closer, hearing the mellow bells tinkle, anxious to heed the words of advice.

“Tonight, you just gotta do what you’re told. You’ll be told what to say. You’ll be told what to do.”

Thomas felt a thrill running through his tummy. So tonight was still happening! He was going to be tailed tonight!

“You don’t say anything else. Got it?”

“Yes Sir. Yes. Oh, my. It’s so exciting.”

“I’ll take you on the stage and you follow the leash, like you’ve been taught. Got it?”

“Yes Sir.”

“And don’t fuck up! Because that’ll make me look bad.”

Thomas giggled.

In a single action the Trainer took hold of the reins directly under Thomas’s chin and snapped the trainee girl’s head up.

“Don’t let me down. Got it! I am serious!”

Pulling helplessly on the leather straps securing him to the cart’s bars, Thomas was wide eyed in wanting the Trainer to appreciate that he understood.

“Please Sir. I’ll try really hard. Extra special hard.”

It was at that moment that Thomas realised he was speaking like a young child to an overbearing fearsome adult. What was happening to him?

Just then a pony girl passed him with a smile and knowing wink. Oh, God she was so hot, in her tight corset, tights and thigh high boots. Moreover, that plume really decorated her blonde hair, no doubt drawing to her all the attention of the dominants.

As she jiggled by Thomas saw her tail waggling in her curvy hose covered buttocks and felt that familiar pang of jealousy and stab of injustice.

Oh? What had he been thinking about before she passed him by? It didn’t matter. Nothing seemed to matter other than getting his tail back into his backside and impressing his Mistress. He had arrived with a wife reluctant to engage in any sex beyond the missionary and somehow, Izabella had become this erotic dominant woman who ruled his life.

He sighed at the delightful thought of being owned by Izabella his wife.

The Trainer barked, “What you smiling at sissy? Jesus. You dumb air heads are on another planet!”

Thomas giggled again, “Yes, Sir.”

Shaking his head at the silly pony girl, the Trainer said, “Okay, I’ll take you back to the wall and then send you to eat something. When you come out of the café you’ll be taken straight to the ceremony.” Suddenly he became serious, adopting the expression that always that made Thomas fearful about having his bottom caned. “To my mind, earning a tail in a day is crazy. You won’t appreciate it. If we went through the full two day course, then by tomorrow, you’d be begging and crying for your tail.”

“Oh Sir. I am so grateful to you for your training. Really Sir. I don’t think I’d have made it without you.”

The Trainer glanced back through the open doors to the fields with the pony girls performing and said quietly, “No. You’re not the sharpest tool in the wood shed.” He glanced Thomas up and down, from Thomas’ heeled boots to his plume. “But you sure are cute as hell. The dominants around here love a dumb arsed, cute sissy. You’ll be very popular.”

“Oh, thank you, Sir.” It was so rare to get a compliment from the Trainer that Thomas felt a little overwhelmed. Suddenly he gasped with terror. “Sir. Does that mean those two horrible bullies Miss Olive and Miss Khaki will be able to,” he swallowed hard, “play with me?”

The Trainer had enough of his chat with the vacuous pony girl. He pressed the bit into the pony girl’s mouth, took hold of the end of the reins and led Thomas back to the wall of the inner stables where they had started Thomas’ training.

“Girl, that’ll be up to your Mistress,” he called back. “She gets to decide who plays with you.”

The Trainer looked back over his shoulder and once again took in Thomas’ body from his heels to his shivering plume.

“Yes,” he said thoughtfully, as if to himself. “I’ll have to have a word with your owner.”

Thomas nodded, and gave a muffled, ‘yes Sir’, through his bit.

Have a word about what? He wondered.

There again, sissies do a lot of wondering. The world is so damned complicated at times, not surprising they feel relaxed when in the hands of powerful dominants.

The dreadful string tail tickled the back of his legs as yet another reminder that he needed to ensure he was on his best behaviour for the next few hours so he could win his tail.

But can a dumb, sissy pony girl achieve that with so many distractions around?

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?

 

Chapter 10

 

There is a look that a dominant can give to a sissy that will reduce her to terrified mush, remove all the strength from her knees and induce immediate compliance.

This was the exact look Thomas received when he offered a shocked, offended response to the Trainer’s instruction, “get down on your knees, you dumb sissy.”

No way should he be forced down on his knees here in the middle of the stable surrounded by the sexy, wiggling pony girls and the formidable dominants.

It is a look more of curious indifference to the disobedience rather than anger. Though a narrowing of the eyes can also induce immediate compliance. The Trainer, tilted back his head, along with a sigh of exasperation and Thomas found himself hurtling down on to his knees looking up at the Trainer with wide concerned eyes.

“Sir. Please don’t put me on my knees in front of everyone. Please.”

“That Honey tramp being putting ideas in your dumb head?”

“No, Sir. Honestly Sir.” Thomas didn’t want to get Honey into trouble – but on the other hand if he could blame Honey then perhaps he wouldn’t be punished.

“So what she tell you about the tail?”

“Oh, that. Sir, it really doesn’t matter. Honestly.”

Thomas could tell that the Trainer was becoming more aggravated, so quickly added, “Well Sir. She said, and maybe I misunderstood, in fact, that’s the reason I was asking, because, you know I don’t know, and what …”

Oh no! Thomas was jabbering incoherently like a schoolgirl, and he couldn’t stop himself.

“Just say it, pony girl!” The Trainer demanded with that exasperated tone that Thomas was getting used to as a sissy pony girl.

Looking down at the dusty hard ground over which the pony girls clip clopped in their high heeled boots, Thomas said quietly, “Sir, she said that the butt plug pony tail sissies get is bigger than the one the girls get.”

Not saying anything, the Trainer walked over to a table near the wall of the inner rooms housing the pony girls, and opened a large box from which he extracted two beautiful full pony tails. The tails of which were grey white in colour and fixed into the black butt plug.

The Trainer crouched in front of the concerned pony girl and offered up the first tail, butt plug first.

“This is the girl’s butt plug. It is  a standard sized butt plug. Sometimes they come a little larger when the dominant wants some fun, but this is the usual working tail the girls have locked into them.

“Ah, yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” Thomas said, not knowing how this conversation would develop.

“This on the other hand,” the Trainer pushed the other tail into the face of Thomas. “Is the butt plug for dumb arsed sissies like you.”

Thomas couldn’t see a difference, but not wishing to show his ignorance, said, “Ah, I see. Thank you, Sir.”

“As you can notice, there is a small nub at the front of this one. See it?”

Thomas peered closer and he could see that part of the black plastic was raised as a bump.

“Ay! Yes Sir. I see!”

Thomas felt relieved that at last, he finally understood something.

“So, that bump taps against the sissy’s prostate. You know what that does?”

Thomas felt his cheeks burn red, and he looked away. “Well, yes, I think so, Sir.”

The Trainer nodded. “That’s it. It makes you permanently aroused. Turns your brain to mush. Makes you always in need and so totally willing to obey whatever you are commanded to do.”

Thomas swallowed, “That’s not fair Sir. It’s bad enough being dressed like this! And being locked away down below with that horribly small chastity cage. I can barely think and …”

“I’ve noticed,” the Trainer smiled. “Ok. Get down on all fours.”

“Sir? Erm, can’t we do this back in my room?”

“On all fours, right now or I’ll get out my cane.”

“Yes Sir!”

Within seconds Thomas was on all fours in the stable areas fearing that everyone was looking and laughing at him.

Still crouched, the Trainer lifted up the blushing sissy’s chin. “Maybe I should tell your Mistress you are answering back.”

Oh no! he didn’t want his wife, Izabella to know that!

“No, Sir. Please. I’m sorry.”

For a long while the Trainer weighed up whether to call the sissy’s slut of a Mistress. Chances are she was being shagged by The Master so maybe she wouldn’t want to know right now.

Thomas was in turmoil. He was using telepathy and his large eyes to plead with the Trainer not to call his wife and say he’d been naughty.

“Ok then,” the Trainer said standing up, “let’s see how you get on, shall we?”

“Yes Sir, thank you, Sir.”

Thinking that the ordeal was over, Thomas made to kneel up. That same expression appeared on the Trainer’s face that dominants adopt when the submissive is being wilful and yet again it was all that was required to drop Thomas back on all fours.

“Were you given permission to rise, Lacy?”

“No, Sir. Sorry, I just thought …” Thomas decided to say no more to avoid any danger of being further reprimanded.

The Trainer returned to the box on the table and placed one of the tails back into it. He returned with just the one pony tail and butt plug along with what looked like a clear plastic hand sanitiser. It contained a whitish gunge.

The Trainer moved around to Thomas’ rear and settled behind him with a pat on Thomas’ bottom.

“Oh!” Thomas said, wondering what was happening.

Thomas heard some of the gunk being squeezed out and moments later felt a cold slimy substance over his arse hole. He was about to protest when he thought better of it and just felt the Trainer’s finger press into his rectum.

He discreetly looked around but none of the other dominants seemed to be paying attention to his ordeal, though a pony girl pulling a trap giggled through her bit when she saw him.

“Oooooh!”

The finger had pushed deeper into his rectum, pushing the freezing glop further into him.

Suddenly the finger was withdrawn and Thomas glanced behind him to see the Trainer lifting up the pony tail and aiming it at his bottom.

No!

“Erm Sir. Shouldn’t we get my owner’s permission to do anything like ….”

Then he squealed, the bulb of the butt plug was larger than he had thought yet slid in easily, obviously aided by the goo.

“Oh!”

“It’s about time you experienced this girl. You are far too mouthy for your own good!”

Thomas was trying to expel the invader with his rectum muscles, but it seemed so firmly inside him that no amount of squeezing even moved it. Now he was scared. What if it couldn’t be removed?

The Trainer crouched near Thomas’ face and showed him a small gold key.

“This is the key that will lock away all your defiance. When I turn this in the butt plug lock, the fingers inside will open up and you will be completely unable to remove it.”

“Sir, please. I am scared.”

The Trainer stroked his fingers through the dumb, sissy’s hair.

“There’s no need to be frightened, little one. All the pony girls go through it. You will feel completely helpless. Worse, you will know that everyone who meets you, pony girl or dominant, will know how helpless you are. You are being relegated from person to sex object. So be brave little one, there is nothing you can do about it.”

Why was Thomas so aroused? His brain was bubbling away, his lips hanging open. His little dick pulsating with precum.

Thomas heard a faint clicking from between his legs as the Trainer turned the key. Fuck! The butt plug felt like it was growing inside him. It was painful and terrifying.

An almighty slap to Thomas’ arse brought him back to the real world.

“Stand, bitch!”

Thomas rose to his heeled feet and immediately felt the hairs of the tail tickle at the backs of his legs.

The Trainer manhandled Thomas around and unclipped the belt tail, slinging it onto the table.

“Stand straight, girl!”

“Yes, Sir.”

As Thomas moved, so the butt plug slipped around inside him. Even when he was standing still, he felt the intruder move inside his backside like a continuously probing fat finger.

“Oh!”

The Trainer laughed good naturedly. “Hit the button slut?”

And oh God, yes it had. To the extent that Thomas couldn’t think straight, let alone reply. The plug gently rapped at Thomas’ prostrate sending him into raptures of pleasure.

Then he felt the thought that all pony girl’s experience. One of aroused vulnerability. He would be unable to stop it exciting him. Only one of the dominants could unlock the butt plug and remove it.

He now looked at the Trainer with new eyes. This man had awesome power over him. As did all the other dominants in the stable. He was helplessly in need of them to release him.

Suddenly the dreadful bully of a Trainer was a man who owned him.

The Trainer, put his fingers beneath the wide-eyed pony girl’s chin and forced Thomas to look him squarely in the eyes.

“Tomorrow night, during the ceremony you will see that your Mistress owns you. From your painted toes up to the plume fixed in your hair. She will possess every fibre of your being. You will need her far more than she needs you. You will never be the same again.”

“Sir, please will you remove it? I just can’t think straight.”

“No, girl. It remains in place for a couple of hours to let you get used to it.”

“Sir, I can’t survive like this. I so badly need to cum!”

Oh my God, he had actually told a man he needed to cum.

“Exactly,” the Trainer said, “You are a slut. You can’t ever pretend otherwise. A mindless slut like the other pony girls. When they look at you they will know you are like them. When you look at them, you will know that they are you. A dumb, helpless, slut needing to be used.”

For fuck’s sake, even the Trainers words seemed to be pulsating against his prostate. His confined dick just pumping more and more useless precum.

The Trainer moved so close that Thomas could feel the Trainer’s breath on his cheeks.

“It gets worse for you. When I remove it, you will feel empty. No longer whole. It will be like a part of your own body has been pulled away. You will need it to be plugged back in. By tomorrow night, you will be desperate to have your Mistress push it home and lock you away for ever as a dumb, pony girl slut.”

Suddenly the Trainer relaxed, his eyes softening. “I can see why Miss Olive and Miss Khaki are pleading with your Mistress for time with you. You are the most fuckable dumb sissy we’ve had in here for quite some time.”

What?

Thomas spoke while panting, “Sir? Miss Olive and Miss Khaki want my Mistress to let me stay with them?”

“Of course.”

“That is terrifying, Sir. She won’t let those awful bullies get hold of me.”

“You girl, cannot second guess your Mistress’ will. She might loan you out. She might keep you to herself. That is her decision. Not yours.”

“Yes, Sir. Yes. But those two women bully and torment me. You don’t know what they’re like!”

The Trainer laughed. “Get used to it tramp. In fact, maybe I’ll ask your owner of I can play with you. Teach you some pony tricks.”

Thomas’ mouth fell open. He wiggled and the troubling butt plug worked its magic of arousing him further so that he couldn’t quite remember what had just been said.

Suddenly the Trainer released Thomas’ chin and became business like.

“Now girl. Pay attention we need to get you up to speed with walking with a wiggle. Your Mistress was very disappointed with your walking. Your butt plug and tail will help. I want to see you moving with the sexy grace of a catwalk model. Then you get your first language lessons to help your speech.”

“Help my speech, Sir?”

“You heard Honey speaking. You need to talk like a sissy.” the Trainer’s arched forward intimidatingly, “And only like a sissy!”

“Well, okey, Sir.” Thomas knew that once he was allowed to leave this mad house he would return to speaking like a man. So there was nothing to fear with speech lessons. In fact they could be fun for when he was back at home wanking while dressed as a maid.

Yet dark thoughts of Honey’s story returned to niggle at him. Hadn’t Honey been forced to behave like a sissy pony even when away from the Manor?

Still, that wouldn’t happen to him. He wouldn’t let it!

Ooooh! A slight movement of his hips had jiggled the butt plug in his arse. Suddenly he couldn’t recall what he had just been thinking.

Oh no. The Trainer had the crop and was pointing it at Thomas.

“Right girl, let’s see you walk away from me, putting one heeled foot before the other. Relaxing the hips and keeping your shoulders straight.”

Thomas began his walking training, experiencing the full impact of a wobbly butt plug locked in his backside.

 

 

Pony Trap by Deborah Ford

Chapter 9

 

Honey proved a pain in the arse as he and Thomas made their way back to the café within the stables. They were both attired in exactly the same pony girl outfit, of tight leather corset, thigh length, high heeled boots with colourful plumes attached to their heads by the bridle around their faces.

Honey seemed most put out at having to reveal Thomas the traumatic story that she had been ordered to share with Thomas.

“My Mistress, Miss Ruby,” Honey grumbled, “is trying on lingerie this afternoon. And I am here stuck with you!”

Thomas just had time to utter a quick, “Sorry”, before he realised how feminine was Honey’s voice. Soft and breathy, a little Marilyn Monroe.

As they entered the small dining hall, so Honey greeted two pony girls who were leaving by jabbing  her thumb at Thomas and saying, “Noob! And I’m stuck with her!”

One of the pony girls gave Thomas a delightfully sympathetic pout, saying, “Aw. Your first day?”

“Yes.” Thomas replied quickly, grateful for understanding from a fellow pony girl.

The Pony girl giggled, leaned in close and whispered, “Get Honey to tell you about her first week!”

Then the two pony girls giggled at each other.

Honey’s shoulders dropped. “That is what I’ve been ordered to do! Yet again! Every noob has to hear my story.”

Still laughing the two pony girls wiggled out, and Thomas once again took in their amazing rears with the butt plugged tail rammed deep into their bottoms. His own tail simply tied to his waist by a belt seemed like an apology of a tail. He felt a little ashamed of it, wishing he could have the butt plug tail of all the other pony girls.

He wondered what it would be like to have one of those tails locked inside his backside. Yet again his dick expanded in its confines and pumped a little semen helplessly through his tiny chastity cage and onto his leather corset.

They sat at a table in a corner away from other pony girls and across the room from the windows looking out onto the now busy fields. Pony girls, carts and dominants were very active now. Thomas wondered how many people were present at The Manor. More than a hundred maybe?

A pretty little maid brought them two plates of salad and fruit, and another added a jug of water and two glasses of fruit juice.

As Thomas hungrily nibbled at his salad, he noticed Honey close her eyes and wiggle on her seat. A benign smile emerged on her pink lips.

“Are you all right?” a concerned Thomas asked.

Opening her eyes, Honey’s smile fell away for a moment. “You’ll soon learn. The damned pony tail butt plugs for sissies have an extra moulding to tap at our prostrate. It is a bit different to the one the real girls have.”

She wiggled again, placing both hands on the table and moaned. “Oh my fucking God.”

Suddenly her eyes flashed open at Thomas, “Don’t you dare tell Miss Ruby I swore. I’m not allowed to swear. I couldn’t help it. This silly butt plug …” She shifted her hips and emitted a low guttural sound.

She then shuffled backwards to say with relief, “Ah that’s better.”

Poor Thomas’s mind raced. “But Honey, does that mean that every time you sit down it makes you aroused?”

Rolling her eyes she said, “When you sit down, when you walk, when you run.” She lowered her voice as if sharing a confidence. “Sometimes when you are just standing there. Doing nothing!”

“That’s dreadful,” Thomas said, wondering how it feels to be constantly made horny without even wanting it or trying to make it happen. Wow. It would make him feel so helpless!

“The guys are worse than the Mistresses,” Honey kept her voice low, as if fearful about being overheard. “They damn well know you are sooo mindlessly hot. It makes us more submissive. More compliant. They think it’s hysterical.” She paused looking into the distance. “Well, I guess it is really.”

“Oh no,” Thomas said, pretending to be aghast. “That is just so awful”

“Of course the Mistresses love it too. Knowing we are always in a state of sexual need which we cannot satisfy because we are locked up down below.”

Honey started shifting on her seat, her eyes closing with inward pleasure. She dropped a hand between her legs and squeezed her hose covered thighs together around her fingers.

Her eyes flashed open, big and round and she shuffled around.

“If you arch your back when sitting then it pushes out your bottom and puts less pressure on the plug. Of course the dominants love that. It looks like we’re posing by pushing out our backsides and tits. They think we’re behaving like sluts.” She sighed. “You can’t win.”

“Dreadful,” Thomas said, eating mindlessly as he was learning about the erotic predicaments of being a pony girl. Maybe he should stay at the stables for a bit longer. Experience the permanent arousal for himself.

“Okey,” Honey nibbled at some tomato slices and seemed to reach a decision. “Right. I hate telling the sissy noobs this story, but all the dominants think it’s hilarious.” She pulled a face, “and some of the pony girls too!”

“What happened, Honey?” Now Thomas was desperate to know the nature of Honey’s devastating experiences that she had been ordered to share.

“Well!” She flapped her palms in a girly way, her voice remaining feminine and sweet, “we had this Bull guy. I mean, me and my wife. We had done the cuck stuff for a few years. A dominant man who would shag my wife while I dressed as a maid.” She paused. “It’s a fetish,” she added as an explanation.

Thomas played innocent, “Is it?”

“Then we found this really dominant guy. A real Bull. He put is both in our place!”

Oh God, so hot, Thomas thought. “What did he do?”

“Stuff, you know. Stuff. Anyway, so Mistress always loved it when our new Bull made me look foolish in some way. Or spanked me!” Suddenly Honey looked out of the windows at on the far side of the café with narrow angry eyes. “Or send me to bed early! But Mistress loved it.” Honey came back from her reverie, “Anyway the Bull set a trap for me, and I was so dumb I fell for it! He told me that he and I should conspire to bring Mistress to the Manor and train her to be a pony girl. He showed me all sort of videos and pictures, and God, it looked erotic. Like fetish heaven. Those stunning girls in their pony outfits. So, like a lemon, I says yes, and I even help plan it.”

Thomas finds himself pushing his own nylon covered thighs together with arousal. Shit, this was incredibly hot. He and Izabella had a few dominant guys around, but they had only rarely got so far as to let him dress up as a maid when they were shagging. Honey’s Bull sounded like a fantasy come true.

“So,” Honey continued, “when we get here, I find it’s me being dressed as a pony girl.” She paused. “To this day, I don’t know how I let it happen.”

Thomas nodded. He understood only too well, not that he fully understood how he let them bully him into dressing like this.

Honey was now talking not so much to Thomas as to herself. “Of course I’m pissed off. Humiliated. Under the thumb of every dominant here, whilst Mistress trains to be a fully qualified Mistress.”

Trained? Thomas gasped. That was what the Master had said, and Izabella mentioned her training. Could Izabella be on a course to become a competent Mistress? Na, Thomas smiled with relief. She hated being dominant and only did it reluctantly in the bedroom when Thomas begged for her to do so.

Thomas  froze with a long slice of cucumber touching his lips. On the other hand, his wife had taken charge of him so effortlessly. As naturally as had the terrifying duo of Miss Olive and Miss Khaki.

“What do they teach the wives here?” Thomas asked. “I mean to make them become Mistresses?”

“Oh,” Honey said, surprised by the question. “We pony girls aren’t told that. All I know is that Miss Ruby arrived here a little shy and uncertain and within a few days she was ordering me around as if I was a puppy. I felt compelled to obey her. Like some real confident Dominatrix you see in videos online.” She leaned closer and again lowered her voice, as if fearful someone might hear. “They like to keep us in ignorance. Makes us easier to control if we don’t know what’s going on.”

Thomas was both terrified and aroused. The level of helplessness of a pony girl at The Manor was a devastating turn on for him that melted away his previous resistance. He desperately wanted to experience more being a pony girl.

“Anyway,” Honey continued, “so I am pouting away. Especially after the tail ceremony. Oh my, my, my, that is so humiliating! So now I have this tail locked inside me and I can’t do anything about it. Anyway, this is the part you need to hear. It’s a sort of warning to noobs like you.”

Finding himself holding his breath, Thomas didn’t even dare eat so he could catch every word spoken as Honey went on with her tale.

“This was my downfall. I mean how was I to know that The Manor takes our submission so seriously? Mistress had just given our Bull a blow job in front of me. He always did that because she had never agreed to so anything like that for me. So dumb airhead me says, and oh, I should have kept my mouth shut, at least we’re leaving on Friday and then I can have this tail removed at last!”

That made sense to Thomas. Obviously the tail could not remain locked in place once they left The Manor.

“I should have known!” Honey sighed with real anguish. “They never let us get a win. Master didn’t say anything and nor did Mistress until we got to the Friday morning and she ordered me to pack our stuff. I was a little sad in a way to leave here. It is quite sexy being a pony girl, sort of empowering. Yeh, I know it sounds even more dumb. But anyway, we needed to get back to the real world.”

Thomas nodded but Honey was talking on, as if oblivious to Thomas’ presence.

“So I ask Miss Ruby where my clothes are, so I can pack them and get changed. Oh, you should have seen the cruel smile on her face! She showed me! They were girls’ clothes. A light blouse, and slacks, but girls’ tight slacks. And girls boots with a  low heel. And this enchanting white corset. And stockings with suspenders.”

“What did you do?” Thomas gushed.

For a moment Honey looked surprised, “I obeyed her of course. What else? Mistress unlocked the pony gear apart from the tail and had me put on the white corset and stockings and suspenders. So now I think I’m being really clever. I say to her, Mistress you’ll have to unlock my tail. So I can put on the panties and trousers.”

Honey fell silent, and Thomas couldn’t read the facial expression. She looked in part angry, yet in part aroused.

“That’s when I learn of their plan for me. The tail is stay locked in! So I say, well how can I put on the panties and trousers?” Closing her eyes with a defeated groan, Honey continues. “Mistress shows me how the panties and pants have a hole cut out at the centre of the rear. For the tail to pop through!”

Thomas felt his dick erupt in its chastity. If he could, he would tear apart the metallic chastity cage to cum freely.

“The Master of the Manor comes in and lectures me on never again trying to second guess anyone. Blah, blah he says. I am not allowed to dictate when a tail is removed! So I’m stuck there in girl’s clothes with my tail sticking out of the back. I had a wig in those days, before I grew my hair natural like this.”

Honey patted her thick blonde hair as if awaiting Thomas to admire it.

Thomas said, “It looks very pretty.”

“Thank you. One of the best parts of being a pony girl is that they make you look really feminine. Anyway so I drop to my knees before The Master, my Bull and my Mistress, sobbing for pity. The dominants rarely give you any pity. So it ends up with our Bull driving us home laughing at me while my wife has his hand up her skirt in the front seats. She is loving it! Of course the car bouncing along makes me aroused and they both find that hilarious! When we finally get home, Mistress makes me cut a hole in the backside of all my shorts, underpants and trousers. All so the tail remains in place until she decides I can lose it.”

Thomas can barely speak. He is choking and gasping as he says. “That is awful They were really bullying you.” But he is now so damp between the legs that he is uncomfortable.

Honey smiles wistfully. “In truth it was a lesson well learnt. And a few days later I got down on my knees to thank my Bull and Mistress for the valuable lesson they had taught me. I’ve never forgotten it. Mistress is in charge, and I have no say. And,” Suddenly Honey reaches out and snatches up Thomas’s hands, her eyes are damp with tears. “And I love my Mistress. I adore her. I am so happy to serve her in any way she wishes.”

Thomas is cumming in the inhabited way the chastity cage allows him as he hoarsely says, “I know you do. And I love my Mistress.”

Honey leans forward and kisses Thomas on his nose, “We are such lucky pony girls.”

With that they both gently weep and embrace.

Chapter 8 

 

 

 

 

Life protects us when faced with overwhelming fear and horror. The brain says: this isn’t happening, allowing the victim an opportunity to deal with life by blanking out the awful parts.

Shrinks unkindly call it denial.

So Thomas was overwhelmed with a sense of being trapped in a nightmare. He wasn’t really dressed as a pony girl, with an absurdly small chastity device, black tights, knee length high heeled boots and a crushing corset. Nor was there an indigo coloured plume strapped to his head by a horse’s bridle that had bells to gently sing when he moved.

He could also dismiss the taut, leather leash running from his electronic collar to an impatient trainer who whipped him with a cane whenever his performance was unsatisfactory.

All part of a terrifying dream.

Moreover, now that he enveloped himself in the idea of a nightmare, he could ignore the ignominy of his cheerful, blonde wife heading towards him wearing her Mistress uniform of light coloured jodhpurs, knee high boots, trim white blouse and the ludicrous top hat.  He could therefore disregard the humbling sight of his wife being on the end of a leash, held by the scary Master who ran the Manor, to whom everyone appeared to be in awe.

“Lacy!” Izabella squealed as she got closer.

Aargh. It wasn’t a nightmare. It was actually happening right before him.

The Master laughed and tugged her back on the leash. “Heel, girl. Heel!”

How dare the horrible man say that to his wife!

Izabella giggled and slowed until she was walking alongside The Master.

“Lacy, you look fantastic,” she enthused as she stopped before her wonderfully attired husband.

Thomas could not recall when she had been so enthusiastically happy.

“Thank you,” he said, before an inquiring look from his trainer ensured he added, “Mistress.”

His wife took hold of his bare arms and looked him up and down. “Wow. I’ve never seen you with make up before.” She narrowed her eyes taking it in, “But it works!”

“Erm, thank you Mistress.” Thomas cleared his throat, “Have you mentioned to the Master about the mistake. You know, that I should be …”

Laughing, she pressed a finger to his nose.

“Oh now don’t spoil it all by talking out of turn. Silly pony girl.”

Izabella turned to the dark man standing beside her.

“Oh Master, please may I play with my pony girl? See if she performs?”

The Master shrugged and released the leash from her collar.

“Go easy on her. She’s not really been broken in yet,” he said, as if Thomas wasn’t within earshot.

As his wife took her husband’s own leash from his tetchy trainer, Thomas noticed the words on her collar had not changed: Mistress Indigo, owned by the Master.

God, Thomas thought, she would hate that. She hated being dominated when they played at home, far preferring to be the dominant, controlling one in their games.

She coiled the leash about her hand a few times and closed her eyes as if summoning courage. As she opened them, she tugged down on the leash.

Thomas felt his head yanked towards his feet and immediately collapsed to his knees before his wife.

“Oh my God!” Izabella shouted. She turned to the Master, “Master, it works! Just like you showed me.”

From his viewpoint of being on his knees, he could hear high heels passing at a trot behind him, as life continued in the stable areas of The Manor. But for now his concentration was fixed wholly on the leash holder: his wife!

She tugged upwards and he rose smartly to his heels.

Izabella’s eyes were wide with wonder.

“It’s so hot!”

Twice more she took her pony down to his knees and then back up to his heels, each time grinning like a child at Christmas.

She pulled back her shoulders, as if to steady herself.

“Ok, Lacy. Let us see you marching on the spot. And,” she narrowed her eyes with purpose, “keep those knees up!”

As he had practiced earlier, Thomas trotted with knees rising up to being parallel with the ground.

The trainer said, “Hands girl!”

Oh! Thomas immediately pulled the back of his hands as close to his shoulders as he could. He was determined to keep them there so that the trainer wouldn’t slash the back of his thighs in front of his own wife.

Izabella’s tongue spat out between her own smiling pink lips as she walked forwards, head high, giving the leash a sharp tug.

As drilled, Thomas marched behind her, his knees rising up to his belly button with each step.

A gobsmacked Izabella kept looking back at her pony with wonderment. This was her pony! Her toy! All hers!

“Right, just walking now!” She walked towards Thomas and then passed him again yanking on the leash to drag him in the opposite direction.

Thomas followed obediently looking away from the grinning men watching him being put through his pony paces by his own wife.

Izabella stopped dead, Thomas immediately did so too, keeping the required two paces behind.

Izabella looked to her Master, brimming with excitement. “Master. That is brilliant. Shall I reward my pony with a treat?”

The Master laughed, “Lacy is your pony. You decide.”

Giggling, Izabella stepped up to Thomas and gave him a light hug with a kiss on the cheek, the way girls greet each other.

“Here,” she said, taking a piece of apple from a bag in her pocket and popping it into Thomas’ mouth.

As Thomas chewed mindlessly on his piece of apple, he was wondering how to remind his wife to point out the awful error. It should be him as the dominant and her in this sexy pony girl outfit on the end of his leash.

She smiled softly, and once again kissed him on the nose.

“You’re so fucking cute! That getup, the boots, the corset! All of it. You look stunning.”

When before had his wife been this excited?

Thomas’ trainer said, “What do you say pony?”

Thomas swallowed the last part of his apple and said, “Yes Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.”

Izabella pouted and twisted around quickly to look at her Master.

“Master, she doesn’t sound like the other ponies!”

Thomas’ trainer interjected, “Don’t worry. Voice lessons will be later today and tomorrow morning.”

Izabella looked back at Lacy with uncertainty. “I don’t think she’ll ever sound as nice as those pony girls I’ve been training with.”

The instructor smiled warmly. “Don’t worry. That’s our department. She’s only just begun her lessons.”

She nodded thoughtfully, perhaps still not believing that her pony will sound like the other ponies after only a few lessons.

Finally, she said, “Ok,” as if accepting the promise.

She removed the leash from Thomas’ neck, but rather than Thomas feeling free he suddenly felt lost. What should he do. Was he allowed to walk away? Or move at all?

Thomas was learning the emptiness a pony feels when unleashed or released, even temporarily by its owner. It is far easier being under the command of a dominant as the pony always knows what it should be doing.

“Pony!” Izabella announced loudly. “Walk away from me and then come back.”

What? Thomas was bewildered, why should he do that?

“Yes Mistress.”

He walked away wanting to glance back over his shoulder to ensure he was complying properly. What if he had misheard the instruction?

After a moment, he turned on his heeled boots and marched back, his eyes fixed on his Mistress to ensure he was fulfilling her instructions as she wanted.

“Stop!”

Thomas stopped in his tracks on his wife’s command and worry filled his senses. He could tell she was unsatisfied with his performance. Would he be punished?

“Master,” she said, like a little girl who has not received a birthday present, “Her tail doesn’t wag like the pony girls I trained with this morning.”

The Master was sympathetic. “Again, it is all part of the training. Ponies are not known for their ability to learn quickly. That’s why we needed your permission for Lacy’s trainer to beat her when appropriate.”

The trainer added, “Walking is what we were working on when you called me. Also, after the ceremony, when she has a real tail, a wiggle will be part of her movements. It will be second nature to her.”

The Master laughed, “Wait till you have a barbecue at home. Get his friends around. Even without the pony rig on, or even the maid’s outfit, when your boy will be wiggling around always eager to serve your guests. Honestly. You’ll love it. It is hilarious.”

Thomas bristled so much his bells gently rang. If that idiot thought he would be used as entertainment at a party in his home, then the Master was dumber than Thomas had thought him!

Yet … and yet … between his legs, his little dick twitched in its cage making him feel damp and uncomfortable between the legs. There was something mind numbingly hot about being humiliated like that. In front of people he knew. Being under the control of others.

Fantasy should always stay fantasy, he decided. What was being proposed was so scary that Thomas knew it was only being said to frighten him.

Again, his mind sought refuge in thoughts that mitigated the events about him. It still could be a dream.

“Miss Indigo.”

Thomas and Izabella turned to see a ravishing woman with dark hair under her short top hat, tugging along a delightfully sexy, very tall pony girl. Even with out her heeled boots, Thomas felt she would rise to well over six foot.

The attractive pony was blonde and wore a plume of fiery red as she was guided closer by the leash to her mistress. Thomas could read the words on the girl’s screen embedded in her collar: Honey, owned by Miss Ruby.

The dark haired mistress, Miss Ruby, embraced Izabella and they French kissed each other’s cheeks.

Miss Ruby said, “I got The Master’s call and came as soon as I could.”

Izabella blushed slightly. “Aw. So grateful. My pony is like so new!”

Miss Ruby ogled Thomas from heels to his indigo plume, making him feel self-conscious.

“Well now,” Miss Ruby said, “Isn’t she adorable!”

Izabella giggled. “You’ll have to get in line, Miss Olive and Miss Khaki have put down their names to play with her once she has won her tail.”

Thomas felt himself spurt in his chastity cage. He wasn’t going to get that damned tail, he would make sure of that, but was excited at the thought.

The Master said, “That’s what we want your Honey to do. Tell Lacy all about the tail when a girl is naughty.”

Everyone seemed to find that hysterically funny, save for the bewildered Thomas. Honey, the tall pony, simply smiled blankly ahead.

Izabella approached Thomas and gave him a kiss on his cheek.

“Miss Ruby here has kindly allowed her pony to have a sorta welcoming chat with you.”

“Erm, Mistress, I …”

“Hush now,” Izabella said. “Honey is just like you. A silly, air head sissy.”

A sissy!

Thomas took in the girl’s curves and demeanour. She looked just like a genuine pony girl.

Izabella continued, “And she wants to share with you a little adventure she had.” She smiled at the pony called Honey, “Don’t you girl?”

Honey’s needy smile never wavered, “Yes Miss.”

Thomas wanted to protest but the sight of his trainer with the cane withered away any attempt to speak out of turn.

The Master re-leashed Izabella who smiled adoringly at him as she heard the link clunk home.

The Master said, “So Honey, be a good girl and take Lacy here for a light bite to eat in the pony’s canteen. Tell her all about your, er, adventure.”

“Yes Master,” Honey smiled.

Honey approached Thomas to tower over him, even though there were only a few inches difference. Perhaps it was the confidence of Honey’s confident deportment, but somehow Thomas felt in awe of the more experienced pony girl – who, he had just learnt, was actually a guy like him!

“Well, come on then,” Honey said impatiently.

Everyone laughed and Thomas winced at being dominated by a mere pony girl.

Thomas was struck by the fact that her voice so was so feminine. No one would know she wasn’t a girl.

Honey set off with an enchanting wiggle that was so pronounced her tail flicked back and fore as she walked.

Thomas quickly set off behind her, as he heard the trainer call out to him: “One foot before the other, Lacy. Make sure your hips wiggle!”

“Yes Sir,” Thomas called back, trying to comply with the instruction but finding his gait to be too awkward for words.

Again, laughter from the two men and the two mistresses.

Suddenly Thomas was intrigued. What was this ‘adventure’ that the Master mentioned? Now he was desperate to get to the pony canteen and listen to this gorgeous pony’s story.

 

Chapter 7

 

It may be a humbling shock to be attired as a pony girl and to be dragged through the inner stables on the end of a leash by man. It may worsen for Thomas as he sees himself approaching the open door at the rear of the stables, leading out on to the sweep of fields.

Yet worse was to come.

At that moment, only a few thoughts went through the mind of the sissy pony girl: one, that he did not want to be taken outside dressed in this corset, tights, high heeled boots and humiliating plume above his head. Two, that the dolt who was pulling him on the lead had set off at an easy pace for a man in flat shoes but made Thomas dash quickly with short steps because of the height of his heels. He needed to stop the man and explain to him that it was all an error, that really his wife was to be the pony girl here and he the master.

But the Mediterranean looking guy had warned Thomas to ‘keep his dumb mouth shut until spoken to’. Such rudeness was inevitable from the same person who had whipped his thighs earlier for some imaged misdemeanour.

Tawney, the dumb blonde pony, also on her first day, had been led away in the opposite direction leaving Thomas feeling alone, vulnerable and exposed. Obviously, Tawny was too much of a tramp and too stupid to engage in conversation but she was also on her first day, thus Thomas felt more comfortable with her around. Like having a friend on your first day of school. His last sight of Tawney was of her giving him a finger wiggling, girly wave as she wiggled sexily away.

And God she was sexy! Thomas’ dick was constantly aroused in its too tight, cruel chastity device.

Thankfully they stopped near the entrance to the fields, around which pony girls were led either in carts or alone by dominants.

At last Thomas could explain the error and get free to escape this despicable hell hole.

“Right,” the dark skinned man said, as if already impatient with Thomas, “You keep your mouth shut unless you are spoken to. You don’t move until you are told to do so. You don’t stop moving until ordered to do so. Got it?”

Thomas relaxed, “Yes, thank you. Now then, as I was trying to tell you earlier, only you wouldn’t listen …”

Thomas stopped speaking as the trainer’s dark eyes burnt into Thomas’s soul. Thomas stood, perched up on his heels, with his mouth hanging open feeling intimidated by the lout.

“You address me and all other male dominants as Sir. The only exceptions are guys who are your master’s and the Master of the Manor himself. Got that?”

“Well, yes, but I …”

The trainer leaned forward, offering his ear to Thomas.

“Oh yes!” Thomas suddenly realised what he was meant to add, “Sir. Yes, sir.” He giggled. “Like in the army. That’s what soldiers say …”

Abruptly, the trainer was speaking over him again, which Thomas found despicably discourteous, and would say so once the blunders had been cleared up.

“Dominant women are addressed as Miss at all times. The only exceptions are your Mistress, Mistress Indigo, and anyone she appoints as your Mistress.”

“Oh!” Thomas was shocked. “You mean she can have someone else be my mistress too?” He pursed his pink lipsticked lips together in thought. “I don’t think I like that. I mean …”

“Turn around so you are side on to me, Lacy.”

A little surprised at being addressed as Lacy, his pony name, Thomas stepped around slowly to comply.

The trainer took up the slack in the leash so it was taut between him and Thomas before flicking the cane at the pony’s buttocks.

“Oww!”

Thomas swallowed and looked at the rude man, wondering if he was going to be beaten again.

“Cute arse, tramp,” the trainer said, almost to himself.

“Well, thank you,” Thomas said, “But I don’t think you should call me that horrible name. Tramps are …”

Two slices with the cane to his buttocks followed. Really painful stinging ones.

“Ouch!” Thomas gave the trainer the eye. “I am not sure that was really necessary!”

Two more cuts.

“Ouch! Stop. Please!”

“Back in place girl, and do not move from that position I put you in!”

Not wishing to receive any further punishment Thomas did so, sighing to display his irritation.

“Your first test, girl. So pay attention.”

Oh God. Thomas hated tests.

“Sir,” Thomas said, remembering to address the trainer in an appropriate manner, “I’m not very good at …”

Two more swift slaps, yet again to his increasingly sore buttocks.

Any wrong answers or undue hesitation and you get six slaps of the cane.”

Oh no! His backside was already stinging!

“Question one. How do you address a dominant male?”

The cane tapped at his buttocks making poor Thomas’ mind freeze solid. “Oh, Sir. Always Sir!” Then he thought longer. “But sometimes Master, when they are Masters.”

He glanced nervously at the trainer.

“Good girl, clever girl.”

“Oh, thank you!”

He liked being called good and clever, and if the foolish man had to use the word ‘girl’ then fine.

Two rapid slices to his buttocks had Thomas squealing.

“Oh, thank you?” The trainer asked as if Thomas was a child.

“Oh yes! Sir. I meant, thank you Sir!”

The trainer nodded but didn’t call him good or clever, which felt slightly depressing.

“How do you address dominant women?”

This was easy! “Sir, I call them Miss or Mistress.”

He took in the trainer hoping to be correct for the second time running.

The trainer nodded and said, “Good girl, clever girl.”

Thomas felt proud of himself. If only Izabella was here witnessing him being called good and clever. He always wanted to impress and please her.

“If you forget any of that, then I will deal with you,” the trainer said darkly.

“Yes, Sir, of course. Erm, may I say something now? It really is important …”

Whack- whack.

Thomas squealed, thinking the trainer could have just said something rather than beating him!

“Face me, Lacy.”

Turning to face the trainer forced Thomas to look straight into the eyes of the man who was holding him on a leash and beating him for no good reason at all. Thomas quickly lowered his eyes.

“Now, girl, have you ever been trained to walk on a leash?”

“Duh! No!” Thomas said, as if it was obvious, before smartly adding a “Sir.”

The man nodded as if expecting that answer.

“Even the dumbest of tramps soon learn how to be walked and you’ll carry these lessons forever. A dominant will quickly correct you if you get sloppy.”

“Sorry to interrupt,” Thomas said, again adding, “Sir. But I think isn’t it all too obvious how to walk on a leash. I mean, even dogs can do it.”

The man sighed, “You might be the dumbest tramp we have enrolled here. Puppies learn about being on a leash at puppy training school or with time spent with their owners.”

“Oh!” Thomas felt on the back foot. “I hadn’t thought of that, Sir.”

“So pay attention, something you clearly have a problem with.”

Thomas giggled at the put down.

 “You should always be two steps behind the dominant and one step either side. Clear?”

That seemed straight forward.

“Don’t ever dawdle. You’ll get pulled over and then your dominant will be angry with you.”

“Ok, Sir.”

“If you see you are approaching a corner be prepared to wheel around so that the leash doesn’t get caught on the corner of the wall. It sounds complicated but once you’ve walked into a wall once then you’ll never do it again.”

Thomas giggled, “I’m not that dumb Sir.”

The trainer didn’t appear too impressed. “Dominants like watching pony girls and maids walk ahead of them too. Your arses swinging away and under the command of a dominant is a thrilling sight to a dominant.”

Thomas blushed. Wow. What a thought that just by walking in front of a dominant he could arouse them.

“Ok. I’ll run through the leash instructions,” the instructor said matter of factly. “Perform them as ordered.”

Not understanding the question, he was about to ask for an explanation when the trainer sharply pulled the leash sharply.

“A yank towards from your dominant means you should approach them. A flick of the hand with the leash means you should move back two steps away.”

The trainer brought Thomas up embarrassingly close to him. Thomas hated standing this close to another man, his cheeks flushed and he stared away until he was dismissed back the statutory two steps.

“Downward yanks mean you drop to your knees. Never fight it.”

Feeling the pull downwards, Thomas knelt on the dusty surface of the interior of the training area.

“The leash yanked up, like this, pulls you to your feet,”

As he felt the leash lift his chin, so Thomas returned to his heels and awaited the commendation of a good girl or clever girl. There was none, which was a bit discouraging.

“A single tug means that you should follow.”

The trainer turned, jerked the leash before walking close to the wall of the stables, and Thomas briskly followed.

As they walked past a line of empty carts and chariots the trainer raised his hand.

“When you see your dominant lifts their hand, even slightly, then you stop. Immediately.”

Thomas did so, slightly late and almost walked into the trainer. Thomas quickly stepped backwards, resisting a giggle.

“When we lower the hand with the palm outwards, it means stay.”

Thomas nodded, “Yes Sir.”

After they rehearsed the practices a few times, the trainer tugged the leash bringing Thomas up so close to him Thomas could feel the heat from the muscular body of the trainer.

Close up, the trainers’ eyes burnt in an intimidating manner.

“Eventually, your Mistress will be able to take you shopping in the outside world without a leash. You will walk two steps behind and one step aside. You will watch her leash hand for any movement indicating what you should do and how you should perform.”

“Outside? You mean away from here?”

The crop slapped Thomas twice on his thigh.

He shrieked and added, “Sir. Sorry, Sir.”

“Don’t worry about the outside world yet, girl. You have enough to learn while you are here. No girl of mine has ever not won her tail in the first two days. So don’t you be the exception! Got it?”

Thomas felt a little cowed by the man who held his leash, but was forced to point out, “Yes Sir. I am sure that is an excellent record. But you see, I won’t be winning, as you put it, a tail. This is all a colossal mistake and ..”

Yet again two sharp strokes of the cane, this time on the opposite thigh silenced Thomas.

God it was so unfair!

Thomas frowned.

The trainer laughed, and his manner softened. “Fuck! You look so fucking cute when you pout!”

Thomas’ eyes opened wide. “Do I Sir? Aw, thank you.”

He then giggled making himself feel a little foolish but was glad that the trainer smiled warmly at him.

It was then that a mobile rang in the pocket of the trainer. He snatched it out and frowned when he saw the name on the screen. Nevertheless, he answered it while unwinding the leash so he could walk away from the pony.

“Ah Miss Indigo”, he said.

Thomas gasped. Miss Indigo, his wife, Izabella! At last! The mistake was now known, and he would soon be free. Though obviously he would ask to buy this outfit and try it on in his bedroom when Izabella was at work. It was too hot to leave at this place.

The trainer continued, “well, it’s her first lesson. I’m not sure she’s ready yet. These dumb ponies often need a full day just for the basics.”

The trainer stopped talking  and Thomas leaned forward, urgently trying to hear more of the conversation but not daring to move from the spot in which he had been placed.

“Ok, Miss Indigo, if that’s what you want. Then I’ll arrange it for you and your pony. Yes. Good to speak too and see you in a short while.”

The trainer stood in pensive thought for a moment before wandering back winding the leash around his palm as he did so.

“Aw Sir. I’m sorry it’s turned out like this,” Thomas said softly. “I know it must be disappointing for you to have wasted your time training me like this. But I did try to tell you I wasn’t the one meant to be a pony.”

The trainer’s eyes narrowed angrily, “I haven’t a clue what you airheads go on about sometimes. You speak a language only other dumb tramps can understand.” He pulled back his thick shoulders. “Right. Listen up!”

Thomas found himself standing to attention on his high heels.

“Yes Sir.”

“Your owner wants to see you being put through your paces. Fuck!” He looked away at a cart being pulled by two hot pony girls passing the main entrance. He glared back so hard at Thomas that Thomas stepped backwards feeling the leash grow tight and holding him in place.

“Sir, er, didn’t she mention the mistake and how …”

“Your owner will be here in five minutes and expecting a show from you!”

“What? That’s terrible! No, no!”

The trainer shook his head and glowered at the ground for a moment then burst into life.

“Ok, pony. You need to learn one more trick. Quickly! Stand side on to me.”

“But Sir, you must explain to my wife …”

The cane twice dug hard into the back of Thomas’ thighs making him squeal.

“Ok, explain to my owner. Whatever.”

Two more quick slices.

Thomas yowled, adding, “Sir.”

“Now turn side on and start trotting on the sport!”

Feeling the burning up the back of his legs Thomas quickly complied. When the error was realised, this stupid oaf would pay for these horrible beatings.

“Put both hands up to your shoulders, with palms facing away. And keep them there!”

Thomas complied quickly, wishing to avoid further punishment, raising his open hands as close to his shoulders as possible.

“Get your knees up higher, sissy! Your thighs should be parallel with the ground!”

Thomas raised his legs a little higher, as two pony girls strolled past, gossiping. They elbowed each other and giggled at his attempts.

Oh God. How he hated being shouted at with girls all around him to witness his mortification.

If only this sadistic buffoon knew how hard to is to march on the spot in heels!

“Higher girl!”

The cane splatted to the underside of Thomas’ thighs encouraging him to maintain the precise movement with his knees coming up as high as his groin.

The trainer released some of the leash and said, “Now march in a circle around me, keeping those thighs high!”

Thomas set off on his humiliating passage of trotting around the shouting trainer.

“Back straight, bitch! Don’t let me tell you again!”

Thomas straightened his back, listening to the gentle jingling of the bells around his head.

“Chin up! Chin up!”

This was intolerable but he complied quickly.

Thomas had already completed one circuit of the fierce trainer with the threat of the cane on the underside of his rising thighs when the trainer said, “Trot quicker!”

Thomas quickened his pace.

It was only at that moment that Thomas realised he was mimicking the movements he had seen from some of the other pony girls when they trotted past. They looked so sexy with their heads held high, as if proud of their sexuality, their thighs exposed above their high heeled boots, as they trooped before the amused and aroused dominants. Others trotted past with smaller steps, as if not so much on display.

“Stop!”

Thomas came to an abrupt halt. He felt a tug on the leash, and he reluctantly approached the trainer as commanded by the leash movements.

“Ok. You did all right.” The trainer dug in his pocket and pulled out a piece of apple from a polyethene  bag there. He fed it to the shocked Thomas, who nevertheless accepted and ate it.

Not sure whether or not he should lower his hands from his shoulders, Thomas remained bolt upright as the trainer fed him another piece of apple.

“Practice will help girl,” the trainer said thoughtfully, as he pressed a third piece into the pony’s mouth. “We need to work on your wiggle. Just keep your shoulders straight and still, and let your feet move one in front of each other as you walk. The wiggle will come naturally. When you win your tail, it will flick back and fore as you walk.”

“Yes Sir,” Thomas said, swallowing the last piece of apple. “But Sir, erm,” Thomas glanced away from the intimidating, fiery dark eyes of the trainer, “Sir, it will be too humiliating for my owner to see me like this. I mean parading around at your commands.”

Suddenly there were tears dampening his eyes. Using telepathy, Thomas pleaded for mercy from the trainer.

“Lacy, babe,” the trainer cupped  hand under the distressed pony’s chin. “I want you to be a brave, sissy pony for me.”

“But Sir, if she sees me prancing about like this …”

Thomas started to blub.

“It’s worse, babes, and I really feel for you. The Master will be coming with her. And I am telling you this now. He will want you to fail so he can punish you before your owner and then make her want to fuck him even more!”

Fuck him? As if Izabella would do that! But a bitter ache grew in Thomas’s tummy, before floating up through his gullet to his mouth. Suddenly he was terrified. The situation was totally out of his control. He was a helpless performing pony girl at the mercy of whoever gave him a command.

Here he was, helpless, being trained as a pony girl with a brutal, rude trainer, who could sometimes be soooo sweet to him, and his wife was about to come down and witness his humiliation.

“Sir, I don’t feel well.”

“Too late babes,” the trainer said sympathetically, “Look they are coming.”

A shocked Thomas turned to see the woman who was once his wife, and now his owner, coming gleefully towards him on the end of the leash hauled by the terrifying man known only as The Master.

This couldn’t be happening!

 

 

Pony Trap

Chapter Six

by Deborah Ford

 

Thomas planned to explain to Poppy, the dumb male maid, how that been a massive mistake at the Manor. How Thomas wasn’t here to be trained as a pony girl. This was beset by a single but insurmountable problem.

Poppy didn’t remove the bit from Thomas’ mouth until she had fussed about him, removing some of the bells from the face harness that were fixed on a band of Velcro, and securing a tail on a belt around his waist with a tight belt.

So now, every time Thomas moved he felt the tickling of the long haired tail below his corset, over his buttocks and on his thighs above his thigh length boots.

There was an infuriating quality about wearing a collar, chastity cage and outfit he could not remove. Every step reminded him of his position at the manor: a mere pony girl.

Perched upright on the tall heels, his waist crushed by the leather corset, Thomas nibbled on the leather bit in frustration, though thankfully the jangling bells had lessened.

“Just sit down in front of the mirror, Lacy,” Poppy said while taking a small leather bag from the white box.

Thomas had already realised that in this pony girl outfit he felt crazily more submissive and obedient, so quickly complied with the instruction, albeit in a deliberately slow manner, as if pretending the idea to sit was his and his alone.

“Poppy, you need to release me, and do it quickly. I have to leave this madhouse. And then the so called Master will be hearing from me with a very harshly, written letter of complaint.”

Poppy used her fingers under Thomas’ chin to tilt back his head before applying eyeliner to the shocked pony girl.

“What are you doing?”

Poppy shook her head and did that irritated sigh of hers, as if it were Thomas who was dumb and she the cleverest maid in the world.

“Your owner wants you to have light make up.” Poppy held up the eyeliner brush, raised her eyebrows and said in her most superior voice, “Perhaps I should give your owner, Miss Indigo, a call? Tell her you want to disobey her.”

Swallowing, Thomas felt he didn’t want his wife to be angry with him right now. She held so much power with the locked collar and chastity device that he felt it wise to comply – until the major error could be rectified and it was his wife sitting in this chair in a pony girl outfit and he holding the pony whip.

“Well, okay then. Go ahead,” Thomas said as if it were he issuing the instructions.

Poppy shook her head, and then spent the next ten minutes creating a sexy dark eyed look. She added some blusher to his cheeks and pink lipstick to his lips.

Thomas watched his reflection change from a soft featured guy to a look of feminine attraction.

Poppy smiled, “Not bad, is it?”

Not wishing to reveal how hot he found the look, Thomas simply said, “It looks all right. If that’s what Izabella wants, then fine.”

“I think,” Poppy said, her eyes staring hard at the pony girl sat before her, “That one little pony is going to spend a lot of time over a dominant’s lap if she isn’t careful.”

“Maybe you’ll be the one getting spanked when they realise their mistake.” Thomas sneered, “Then I’ll be back in my man’s clothes, and, hey, you never know, you’ll be over my lap.”

Poppy didn’t appear to find the argument particularly powerful, dismissing his thoughts with a shake of the head.

The maid sashayed to the entrance to their room with her bottom wiggling delightfully. Thomas would love to pat her arse. He had to clarify his thoughts. Pat HIS arse. Again, he felt his dick try to expand in the tiny chastity device and again he felt the erotic frustration of it being held fast in place by the electronically sealed cage.

Poppy opened the door onto the main thoroughfare of the stables and Thomas was struck by how busy it had become. The rumble of wheels and the clip clops of heeled feet marching on the dirt mixed with shouts from the dominants and squeals from the girls and canes whipped through the air onto luscious bottoms.

Bustling with activity, as sexy pony girls pranced back and fore along with those scary dominant males and alluring dominant women in their regimental uniforms of jodhpurs, white blouses and knee high boots.

Now aware of his own tickling tail whenever he moved, Thomas noted that some of the more confident pony girls appeared to have the tail attached to their bodies! There was no belt or harness holding them in place. Also, the girls tinkled by with a variety of bells, though none as populous as the ones he wore when being dressed.

Desperate not to be seen in his new, humiliating finery, Thomas was aghast when Poppy waved her hand impatiently for him to follow.

He shook his head.

“Poppy, I am not going anywhere until you give me the keys to unlock and remove the boots, collar and this crazy device between my legs.”

He was now aware of the chastity cage every time he moved.

The male maid sighed, nodded her pretty head to one side and asked, “Shall I phone your owner?”

For a moment Thomas froze, the way a child might before obeying an instruction in order to pretend they had some level of agency. Then he wiggled out of his stall in his heeled boots. It was so awkward walking in the heels!  Somehow the corset made him stand straight and point his small boobs forward.

They were now standing next to the crackling activity of the thoroughfare.

“Now we wait here,” Poppy said, “And please don’t be bratty. As then we’ll both be punished and some of the Doms around here can be pretty mean!”

So they waited as a variety of the most exquisite girls passed by as either pony girls or sexy maids like Poppy. Gathered around them were the intimidating male and female Doms that Poppy warned him about.

Suddenly appeared a sight so erotic that Thomas’ penis sought to erect itself immediately the moment he saw her.

With a flush of blonde curly hair below her blue plume, her collar showed the name Tawny, owned by Sir Navy. Her boobs bulged around the top of the corset as if they were being constantly inflated, and her tiny waist and rolling hips completed the drop-dead gorgeous image. Her thighs were chubbily sexy in her black tights and she too wore the tail attached to the belt as opposed to the fixed tail the other girls wore.

Tawny didn’t have a bit between her pouting pink lips, just the harness like Thomas’ holding the plume in place.

She spoke quickly with great energy as she took in Poppy’s collar screen.

“Oh my God. You are Poppy. Right where they said you’d be, next to Stall 42.”

Thomas noted the number 42 fixed near the door of his own stall.

Poppy giggled at Tawny, “Oh my, aren’t you a picture!”

Tawny chuckled back saying, “Oh my God. I know. Look!”

She twisted around so that Poppy and Thomas had a great look at her sensual body. Her arse was amazingly rounded. Thomas felt precum pump into his chastity cage making him feel damp and uncomfortable.

Tawny continued, “I can’t wait to win my tail”

Poppy laughed, “If you work hard, I’m sure you’ll have your tail by tomorrow.”

Have her tail by tomorrow? Thomas had enough of these airheads and emitted a long sigh of disapproval.

Tawny said, “Aw, your pony isn’t happy?”

“Now, Poppy,” Thomas announced, feeling ridiculous trying to be dominant in his present garb. “I told you before. This is a complete mistake. My wife was supposed to be the pony girl, and me the Dom.”

Poppy offered her usual impatient sigh. “So you said, like a zillion times before.”

“Your wife?” Tawny looked at Thomas with astonishment. “You’re a lesbian couple?”

Poppy guffawed.

Thomas closed his eyes. He shouldn’t feel insulted, Tawny was clearly as brainless as Poppy.

“Look,” he explained slowly. “I’m a guy. And my wife …”

Tawny put her hand to her mouth. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry! You’re a female to male trans person!”

“No!” Thomas said.

Again Poppy laughed, before explaining softly to Tawny, “She’s been like this since she got here.”

Tawny looked sad in such a cute helpless way that Thomas’s chastity cage became even damper. Ye Gods he wanted to fuck her brains out.

Breathing in and then out so that her boobs inflated like a pair of weather balloons, Tawny said, “Oh dear. Now I’m confused.”

Poppy said, “Lacy is a sissy whose wife is studying to be a Dom.”

“Oh,” tawny said. “Wow, you’re not really a girl? With those features and hair?”

“I know. Amazing.” Poppy nodded, “She’ll make a great pony girl and maid.”

“No!” Thomas was beside himself with anger. “No. Not me. I’m dominant!”

Poppy and Tawny burst into laughter and Thomas knew there was no point in explaining anything to these dunderheads.

“What’s all this noise?”

Tawny and Poppy shuffled back cowering.

As soon as Thomas saw him he joined them in a protective huddle.

He was just over six foot, but one of those guys with square shoulders and barrel chest that bellowed out through his white shirt. He wore jeans and boots, the lower parts covered in dirt.

He stood before the three girls tapping a cane against his thigh. He was dark skinned, maybe Mediterranean or North African, Thomas thought.

What he knew was that the man’s dark eyes were shinning at the three of them, and the shinning eyes were a bit scary.

“How can the pony girls concentrate on their lessons with you three girls gossiping like drunken sluts outside a nightclub.”

For a moment the girls were quiet, and then Thomas said, “Actually I’m not a girl. You see there has been an almighty mix up …”

Thomas noticed that Poppy and Tawney had actually stepped back behind him. He also noticed that this belligerent and frightening oaf’s eyebrows had risen up under his close cropped black curly hair.

“I see we have a little chatter box here.” He glanced at her collar screen. “Lacy eh? Owned by Miss Indigo. Does she know you are shooting your mouth off to dominants?”

Thomas felt his mouth go dry. It was like when the bullies hit upon you after school. “W-w-w well, erm, no. I’m sorry, I just …”

“And still she rabbits!” The irate man said. “Turn around. Face towards the stalls.”

Thomas turned so fast, his obedience surprised himself. Now he was looking away from this awful bully and feeling exposed with his buttocks encased in tight leather and his thighs in display.

“I’m really sorry, it is only that …”

The cane whipped through the air and slapped hard against the backs of his thighs, three times in quick succession.

He squealed and pranced about in his heels following each stinging blow.

“Turn back!” The man ordered.

When Thomas did return to facing the dreadful man, he saw some of the pony girls had stopped to watch the show.

“Anything else to say?” The man demanded.

Thomas was about to reply when he thought it best to merely shake his head.

“Right! You never speak unless a dominant needs to hear from you!” He paused and smiled, “Of course we have better things to do with the mouths of pony girls than letting you speak.”

Swallowing Thomas simply looked down at the dirt track feeling the three lines swell up on the back of his thighs.

The man looked at the maid’s collar screen.

“Poppy eh?”

Poppy curtsied, “Yes Sir.”

“You’re in charge of these dumb arsed noobs?”

Again a curtsey, “Yes sir. I’m taking them to the pony canteen before their training.”

“Well get to it. And don’t let me catch any of your idling around again!”

“Yes Sir,” Poppy curtsied.

Tawney squeaked a quiet, “Yes Sir.”

Thomas could see the horrible man’s eyes were now fixed on him as if expecting a response, so he bowed his head and said, “Yes Sir.”

With that a nervous Poppy said, “Follow me ponies. You have some refreshment before your training starts.”

They moved away briskly in their heels, the wiggling Poppy leading them.

When they were safely away from the intimidating man, Thomas asked quietly, “What did he mean, he has other uses for our mouths?”

He noticed Poppy and Tawney share a despairing look before Poppy said, “Not sure. Perhaps he means to get a bit between your lips.”

Thomas was satisfied with that response but found it odd when Tawney looked away from him and giggled.

A few steps later, Tawny leaned in close to Thomas and said, “I bet you can’t wait for your first lessons. Oh my God, don’t the pony girls look something else! I can’t wait to be like them.”

And Tawny maintained a barrage of such nonsense as they walked down the side of the stalls to the end of the units. Here the space opened up on to a massive area of running tracks, frames and pathways. that disappeared around the back of the stalls. Thomas could see wide open doors onto grassland at the rear where even more pony girls were to be seen.

The stables were massive! Pony girls pranced around a variety of tracks and courses under the watchful eyes of the dominants.

“Oh my God! It’s amazing!” Tawny said.

Without stopping, Poppy giggled. “It’s all amazing. When you are allowed into the Manor, you’ll see sights that will make you pussy run like a river.”

How vulgar Thomas thought, but the dumb arsed Tawny giggled. A complete airhead slut, Thomas thought.

Thomas had noticed that the men with the whips, canes and leashes would take in Tawny as they passed by, which wasn’t surprising. What was surprising, disconcerting even, was that they eyed up Thomas as well, making him feel deeply uneasy. They needed to know he wasn’t a girl.

So he was relieved to enter through a pair of swing doors into the welcome safety of the cafe. It was the size of a dining hall at school, with a serving area at one end, attended by maids. There were various tables, around which sat some pony girls, usually eating fruit or salads. It reminded Thomas of a works canteen.

Around the room there were cupboards and pictures of pony girls, including a few being caned!

“Ok, you two noobs,” Poppy said, “Sit here.”

Already sat at the table were two pony girls, one with a pink plume and the other with a fiery orange plume. The two ‘noobs’ took their places opposite.

Poppy said to the experienced pony girls, “First day for both of them. Neither have their own tails.”

Thomas noticed that the orange plume girl had the name Orchard on her collar screen whilst the pink plumed girl was called Dusty. Dusty’s hair was black and Orchard’s ginger, as if trying to match her plume. Their faces were identically made up, with pink lips and dark eyeshadow.

Thomas felt an ache of humiliation in his tummy as he realised that the three pony girls and Poppy, the male maid, had the same make up as he. He also realised it made his groin feel the buzz of excitement. When he was safely back at home he would try and emulate the make up for himself.

“I’ll grab them later,” Poppy said. “If you want to give them any pointers then do so.” She glanced at Thomas, “Especially to Lacy! If she doesn’t wise up soon, she’s not going to sit down for a week.”

Tawny sat down, in that delicate way women do, while Thomas wanted to assert his independence so sat down very slowly.

A maid brought them a couple of plates of salad, including raw vegetables, and set them before the girl’s with cutlery.

The Orange plumed girl called Orchard said, “They won’t let you have oil with your salads until your weight’s down to what they want.”

“But don’t worry,” Dusty said with a  smile, “You’ll soon do it.”

Tawney giggled, “Well I could do with losing a few pounds!”

Orchard said, “Oh my, you’ll do that with your training here. No problem at all!”

Tawny started on her salad, “have you got your tails?”

Dusty laughed. “Everyone wins their tail. Don’t worry. Even if it takes five days!”

Tawny was shocked. “Five days! Oh no. I want my tail today. So I can show it off to my master.”

Dusty said, “Some girls take a few days to pass the opening exams. We’re all different.” She looked to Thomas studying the name on his collar. “Aw, Lacy, what a pretty name. I bet you can’t wait for your tail too.”

This was just ridiculous!

Thomas raised his eyebrows and spoke slowly for the benefit of the idiots with whom he found himself, “I’ve been trying to explain to everyone, and no one is listening, that this is all a mistake! This should be my wife sitting here in this outfit. I should be in the Manor training to be a dom!”

The two experienced ponies took a sly, eyebrow raised glance at each other and carried on eating.

Thomas set about his salad, there was clearly no point in trying to explain the situation to these dumb bitches!

After a moment in which the four ponies ate in awkward silence, Tawny said, “Those tails. I mean sorry to keep going on, but I can’t wait for mine. Do they hurt? I mean when they plug them in?”

Orchard and Dusty laughed.

Dusty said, “They do it gently at the first ceremony. But you get so used to them that you feel empty when they’ve been pulled out.”

Orchard leaned close to the two noobs, and said quietly, “Like when a big cock pulls out and you need more of it. You know, that empty feeling?”

The girls laughed and Thomas tried to make out he wasn’t with these vulgar sluts.

Tawny said, “Oh I know all about that. My owner has a got a good sized one. Don’t you ache for more when they pull it out?”

Orchard only managed to say “Always …”

… when Thomas interrupted. “Wait. You said ceremony? Tail ceremony?”

“Oh yes,” Dusty said eagerly. “Every time a pony girl wins a tail it’s a big deal. You’re up on stage, and everyone’s there. And you’re bent over. Then your owner inserts your tail. And wow! You’ll cum like a train. It’s so delicious and humiliating and you feel broken and owned, all at the same time.”

Tawny squealed, “Oh my God, I so want that!”

Orchard said, “It feels so final. You know? Like with the collars and the chastity. Only the owners can remove them. You- are –owned!”

“You have chastity devices?” Thomas asked, shocked.

Dusty said, “Of course. We can only play with their pussies,” she emphasised ‘their’ while performing rabbit ear quotes in the air, “when ‘they’ say so.”

Orchard said to Thomas, as if asking the time, “They’ve locked you up haven’t they?”

Blushing, Thomas busied himself with his salad, not wishing to share anything more with these girls. It was so demeaning.

Tawny sucked in a hug mouthful of air, “Oh. Owned. Broken. Theirs! Oh My God! I want that! I’ll work so hard at my lessons! I never want to remove the collar or tail.”

Thomas needed to correct the stupid girls. “I understand that the collar and chastity can’t be removed, but you can take the tail out when you want, surely!”

Dusty appeared confused, “Lacy? They have explained about the tail, haven’t they?”

Seeing Thomas’ puzzled face, Orchard tapped his hand affectionately, “Look I’ll show you.”

She went to a cupboard and returned with a horse’s tail attached to a thin metal butt plug.

Tawny gasped while Thomas knew there was no way that butt plug was going inside him. It was fine for these air head sluts, but he’d hardly want it inside his own anus. Maybe he’d buy one so that he could play with it in his bedroom at home while wanking, and obviously when alone. It would be so humiliating if others knew he played with butt plugs.

“So,” Orchard said, “at the climax of the ceremony, your owner bends you over, inserts some lube, and then pushes this home.”

Tawny laughed, “I’d cum on the spot.”

Dusty laughed, “All pony girls do. And the Doms think it’s hilarious. Calling us sluts and everything. And we’re like, yeh? And? So?”

The three girls giggled while Thomas shook his head.

Tawny said, “I so much want my Master to know that I am his slut!”

Orchard said, “Watch this.”

She flipped away the hair from the base of the tail, revealing a small key pushed into it. She turned it fully clockwise and the butt plug fanned open.

Tawny leaned closer. “Oh my fucking God.”

“Yes,” Orchard grinned, but keep watching.

She continued to turn the key and the inner butt plug carried on expanding outwards like a hand opening up.

“Then your owner removes the key,” she pulled out the key, “and hey, what do you know? We cannot pull the tail out.”

The three girls laughed, while Thomas was horrified. He imagined the humiliation of having the tail stuffed inside him so that he could never remove it yet he pumped out more semen into his cage. Oh for heaven’s sake. That was such a hot bondage idea!

Tawny slapped her hands to her face. “I just want that inside me right now!”

Orchard and Dusty laughed.

“You’ll never forget your first ceremony,” Dusty said.

Orchard added, “And just think, all the guys will know you have it rammed up your arse and cannot take it out. Their dicks are on fire. They won’t be able to leave you alone.”

Tawny shook her blonde rings around her cheek, barely able to speak. “I am going to have a permanent orgasm here!”

Dusty smiled. “That’s the idea. With us permanently aroused we are more submissive and in need! Especially as we can’t give ourselves a pussy orgasm, as it’s locked away.”

Thomas needed to go to a bathroom and just try and rub himself to orgasm despite his caged dick.

Orchard nodded at Thomas, and said, “I think our dom friend is enjoying the idea too!”

The girls giggled with flushed cheeks at Thomas’ discomfort.

“No!” Thomas said, “Not all.”

He spoke so breathlessly that the other three girls just laughed louder at him.

Dusty patted his arm again. “Oh, don’t worry, Lacy. You’ll love it. I know. We all do!”

Thomas saw the café door open and Poppy returning but two tall men were with her, each with a riding crop. As they approached Thomas’ table, so he felt his tummy groan with fear as if electricity was tingling inside him.

One of the guys was the ghastly bully who had whipped his thighs! Thomas couldn’t look him in the eye and finished the last of his salad.

Poppy stopped at their table and said to the two powerful men, “Here are the noobs, Lacy and Tawny, which you, Sir,” she smiled at Thomas’ tormentor, “have met and already disciplined one of them!”

Tawney looked at Thomas for a reaction and suddenly Thomas realised that the other two pony girls were staring at him with amusement.

 

 With that Poppy turned on her heels and wiggled away, calling back, “Have fun Sirs.”

Thomas was close to fainting. It was all he could to remain in his seat and not slide under the table with mind numbing shame.

Then he realised this was chance to make clear the problem!

He cleared his throat ready to explain to them how he was dominant and that it should be his wife sitting here awaiting training. After all these dominant guys wouldn’t be as dumb as the pony girls, so they would listen to him.

Thomas’ freedom was in sight!