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Pony Trap Chapter 13 by Deborah Ford

 

 

 

Chapter 13 

 

 

Thomas was tummy nigglingly nervous.

Yet those nerves were not due to the large crowd of dominants, pony girls and sexy maids gathering at the rear of the large stables. Nor was it do with the imminent tailing ceremony. Nor even that the Trainer had harshly spanked Thomas for being a brat. You might also think that his silly head was troubled by the fact that the very masculine Master had taken his wife Izabella away for the entire day. Or even that his normally reserved wife was proving to be a very effective dominant after just a few hours training.

 

But no. The main reason for his stress was simply his tail. All around him pony girls wiggled around him, flaunting their delightful tails. Swishing them as they walked, showing them off to all who would look. And all he possessed was a miserable belt from which hung some lengths of sorry looking string. It was humiliating.

So pouty was he that he barely took in the stage area, with the raised dais towards the front of the stage.

He was surrounded by the dominant women in their jodhpurs, neat white blouses and knee length boots. As hot as they looked, and they certainly aroused his encaged penis, they also terrified him. He’d seen how effortlessly Miss Olive and Miss Khaki had terrorised him. It seemed to him that anyone of these powerful women could reduce him to a nervous, shivering mess. And he was right, as he would discover in the coming weeks, not least when his wife took full charge of him.

He stayed close to his trainer whom he also regarded as a bully, but at least he felt safe with him.

From nowhere two noob pony girls arrived. One a golden haired blonde and the other a strawberry blonde. Thomas realised they were noobs, like him, when he saw their apologies for tails strapped around their waists. Just long strings hanging down the backs of their lovely legs.

They were each leashed to a brutish looking Trainer.

The two trainers nodded to Thomas’ trainer and then stared silently at the stage taking shape before them.

On seeing Thomas, the two pony girls shuffled forward to the end of their leashes.

The blonde’s name on her collar read Raven whereas the strawberry blonde’s read Sedona.

Raven gushed, “Oh Lacy! You look wonderful. You here for the tailing ceremony too?”

Grateful for someone with whom he could speak without being reprimanded, Thomas said quickly, in his best girly voice, “Yes. Are you?”

Sedona answered, “Oh God yes. And I am so scared.”

Raven nodded, so that her bells tingled, “I know.”

Thomas said, “I’ll be glad when it’s over.”

The two ponies appeared surprised.

“Well,” Thomas said, “I’ll have my tail back. Hated it when they took it off me.”

The two pony girls shared an expression of surprise.

Raven said, “You know there’s no going back do you? Once the ceremony is complete, that’s it.”

But Thomas couldn’t hear them, he was already whispering, “I mean look at these sluts around here showing off their tails. Bitches!”

Again Raven and Sedona shared a raised eyebrow with each other.

Raven said, “Has your Master told you what happens,” she paused for emphasis, “after the ceremony?”

“Oh, I have a Mistress.”

Raven said, “Ah. Lesbian?” Suddenly her face exploded with surprise. “Oh my God you’re a sissy. You look so convincing as a girl!”

Thomas giggled and blushed. “I know. It is amazing isn’t it.”

A tall man arrived, with a dark thin hair taking Raven’s leash from the trainer.

“Master!” Raven squealed, falling in to his arms.

The male led Raven away.

Sedona came closer to the wide eyed sissy pony. “I get what you say about the tail. I’d rather be caned than lose it, but aren’t you scared of having to be obedient for the rest of your life?”

“Hmmm?” Thomas asked, having been distracted by three pony girls racing past to the front seats. Their tails were so sexy. He was mesmerised by their motion.

Sedona said, “Lacy. Sweetie. Some sissies hate it though, don’t they?”

Thomas stared at her, feeling lost. “Don’t they like the uniform?”

Sedona gazed wide eyed at the quizzical pony girl before her. Just then she whooped.

“Master!”

A man pushed Thomas aside.

How rude, Thomas thought.

Then the man took the leash from the trainer and hauled his giggling trainee pony girl aside.

The two other trainers, now without a pony to oversee, left, leaving Thomas with his own trainer.

“Sir,” Thomas said to his trainer, “it is going to happen, isn’t it? I will get my tail?”

The Trainer thought for a moment and said, “So long as you don’t fuck up.”

Bit crude, Thomas thought, but said, “Thank you Sir.”

The Trainer took a grip on Thomas’s chin lifting his head to so that Thomas had to look the bully in the eyes.

“Just remember all you’ve been taught. Your walk. Make sure you wiggle when you walk. Keep your sissy voice going. Even if something frightens you. Remember the lisp. Voice at front of the mouth. Be polite and when …”

“But Sir,” Thomas interrupted. “It’s so hard remembering all of those things.”

The dumb bitch looked so anxious that the Trainer relaxed his grip and said, “You’ll be fine Lacy. A dumb arsed tramp like you will walk it.”

Thomas smiled. Oh, the Trainer could be so sweet when he wasn’t being horrid! “Thank you, Sir!”

He leaned forward to give his Trainer a kiss on the cheek, but the Trainer stepped away, leaving Thomas looking foolish.

“Lacy!”

Thomas turned just as Izabella, his wife, grabbed the leash from the Trainer.

“Oh Mistress!” Thomas was so delighted to see her that he raced into her arms.

She held him close making him feel safe and protected. He felt like weeping with joy. After his dreadful ordeal since his arrival, he was finally in the arms of the woman he loved and who loved him.

Suddenly, like a cut in a film, Izabella became business like, and pushed the pony girl back a few steps.

“Now pay attention, Lacy,” the Mistress said, “You remember all your voice coaching?”

“Well, yes, Mistress.” Thomas was uncertain. “I mean there were so many lessons! There’s so much to remember.”

His Mistress scowled, her face became hard. “Don’t you dare let me down Lacy!”

“Gosh I won’t Mistress. I promise.”

And he appeared from nowhere. Dressed all in black leather, with those piercing eyes drilling into Thomas’ soul.

The man who pompously called himself the Master. The guy who seemed to own the Manor, the stables and the grounds.

“The dumb bitch messing you around?”

“No Master,” Izabella said quickly with a giggle. “She’s just a bit nervous, aren’t you, Lacy?”

Thomas suddenly realised he couldn’t’ retreat too far away from the terrifying Master because of the leash. His mouth went dry as he stared at the tall man, “Yes Sir. That’s it.”

“You do as you told when you’re told. You speak when told when you’re told. Is that hard?”

There was so much menace in this horrible man’s voice that Thomas found his knees shaking.

“Yes Master. Of course, Master. No. Sorry. I mean, no, it isn’t hard Master.”

The Master thought for a moment and said, “Dumb bitch.” He looked at Izabella, “They are all too dumb to think for themselves. We do them a favour by collaring them.”

Izabella looked up with awe at her Master. “I know, Master. As you’ve told me, that’s why they need to be owned.”

The Master put a strong arm around her shoulders, brining her close. They gazed into each other’s eyes.

Thomas was horrified. Why is she looking at him like that? Had she ever looked at he, Thomas, with such an enthralled expression? It was almost hero worship. In fact, Thomas mused, it is hero worship!

Thomas felt the pain of jealousy. When he was allowed out of here and his collar unlocked and removed he would remind her who is man of the house.

Worse came.

Thomas watched with sickening horror as his wife rose on her toes to offer herself for a kiss.

This couldn’t be happening.

Then horror up on horror. They started nibbling at each other’s mouths.

What?

Should Thomas say something?

It was as if his wife melted into the brute’s body. Thomas’ leash became less taut as his Mistress raised her hands to put them around the neck of the Master. Nevertheless, he was left rooted to the spot.

He was open mouthed as his wife submitted to a deep passionate lingering kiss from the appalling Master who had trapped Thomas into this position where he did not dare even protest.

He had seen his wife with a few men, as they played out Thomas’ cuckold fantasy, but his wife had never reacted in such a wanton way before.

Thomas felt anger, a long dark, impotent anger as his wife gave herself to another man, right there in front of everyone.

Finally, the Master pulled Izabella away leaving her gasping like a freshly landed fish.

She was breathless, “Master. Let’s go back to the Manor. I need it.”

“Slut,” sneered the Master. “No time. We need these dumb arsed pony girls up on stage so they can complete their change in life.”

Izabella looked stricken, but nodded her understanding.
Thomas felt obliged to defend her, as any husband might. Yet, of course, he wasn’t permitted to speak out of turn! Now he felt even more humiliated and helpless. As her husband, should he not protect her?

He had never before felt so lost and helpless. Not even when being spanked by the Trainer or pushed around by the dominant women at The Manor.

“Right Bimbo!” The brute of a Master said to Thomas. “We need to get your fat arse on stage!”

With that, The Master grabbed the leash and jerked the terrified Thomas towards the steps up to the platform.

Thomas just about heard the horrible man say, “No fucking escape for you now, bitch!”

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.