So there she was – down on all four, with a leather saddle and her old student on her back. Getting a quick whip over the buttocks if she slowed down, to an unsatisfying speed. Here’s how it all started….

Joan, 43, had just logged on to her Fetlife profile. The red “new message”-logo, was clearly standing out on the black background. She regularly received these… after all, she was a fairly fit 43 year old, and her pictures showed her from her best side: big breasts, long curly hair and a voluptuous behind – a booty as some of her student had said. Most of the time though, these messages were filled with nothing but a long row of sexual words. Sometimes the spelling was so horrible; she could barely make out what the message was about – not that she really bothered though.
This text was different though. It was short but eloquent. He aroused her curiosity. She browsed his profile, and was instantly captivated by his text. His pictures didn’t make it worse either, as he was a well-trained 28 year old. His face was missing on all pictures, but this was not uncommon on the site – as people often feared social stigmatization for their fetishes. Joan’s particular fetish, and what the man had contacted her about, was pony play. Joan had since her divorce three years ago, grown very fond of the idea of being the pony slave of a strict master. The thought of tight latex, a harness, a gag and a butt plug with tail, were often the key accessories of her sexual fantasies. The man, seemed to understand just about everything about this fantasy, and about Joan. She decided to write him back.

Two months passed, and she had talked a lot to the man. She had learned his name was Jack, and that he was working as a marketing manager in a large international corporation. After many mails, and countless orgasms from the online teasing, they had agreed to meet in person. The rendezvous was supposed to take place on a Friday at a café in a small town not far from either of them.
When Joan got to the café, her stomach was filled with butterflies. She had spent hours getting ready. Putting on a nice dress, making sure her makeup and everything was just right – after all, who knew if she’d end up naked that day! Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder, and a familiar face greeted her – she could not instantly recognize where she knew this man from – but suddenly remembered his name, “Thomas”. He’d been one of her students, at the high school she teaches at – but had graduated several years ago. “Hi Mrs. Redding”, he said. “Oh, hi Thomas. I barely recognized you”, she replied. Feeling a bit tense from the unexpected meeting, she quickly move the conversation along: “how are you doing?”.
“Just fine, here to meet a woman about a pony”, he said while blinking with one eye.
A cold shiver ran down her spine. It was her old student she was writing with. Thomas instantly recognized this, and calmed her: “I’m sorry I gave you a false name, and didn’t tell you. I was afraid that I’d might scare you away”. “You’ve always been my dream catch, and the opportunity it gave me, was too great for me to miss. I’m no different from the correspondence we had though – that as all real”, he said while giving her a disarming smile. His voice was so sincere, as was the person she was looking at in general. Thomas looked very calm, but his face was very beautiful. He had dark brown eyes, a buzzcut and a 5’oclock shave. He could have walked straight out from a Tom Ford advertisement.
When Joan had calmed her self – and Thomas smile helped a lot – she said: “Thomas, I’m really glad to hear that, and see you, but I’m a bit taken back but this, and I really don’t know what to say – I taught you for three years, and I’ve meet your parents several times, under the trust that I act professional as a teacher – this can seem very wrong, even if you’re a grown-up”. He quickly responded: “I don’t care how it seems, and we should not even discuss this as we have just met again. All I’m asking is that we take a coffee and see what we both think. I know I still want you, I wish to train you – and I know you’d like that too. So give me a chance to prove it. Nothing is illegal, nothing is immoral – people’s opinions you can ignore”.
Joan could say no. Thomas was right. She desperately wanted him to train her. She wanted her young and beautiful master to make sure she became a fine pony, and she wished to please him in every way he wished. She wanted to be his completely. No choice of her own, expect to be a pony slave. So she accepted, and stayed for the coffee.
They talked about allot things during the coffee. Before Thomas paid for them, they had also agreed to go to Thomas summer cottage, as Thomas had something he really wished to show her. They didn’t speak much during the drive, but Joan could see on the bulge in Thomas pants that he was very excited. And this excited her even more. If he was getting so aroused just at the thought of it, it had to be something good. She was getting increasingly wet, and could barely contain herself anymore. She almost wished for Thomas to just pull over, throw her on the ground and fuck her there on a field on the small country road.
When they finally arrived, Joan had almost not been able to stand it any longer. Thomas several times, had asked if he should turn down the heat a little, as she seemed flustered.
Thomas parked his car in the driveway at the big house. “I’ve inherited it from my grandfather – he wasn’t exactly short on money – but he loved privacy.”, he said with a smile. And that statement was more than obvious. The house was fairly big, and very modern – and expensive looking. At the same time huge hedges covered the whole garden, effectively keeping cars that would pass by at bay. The nearest neighbors were about 500 meters away, so it was a very private area as Thomas had said.
They went in through the house, which was filled with dozens of iconic furniture’s: chairs from Wenger, PK sofas and so on. It was a very minimalistic but timeless decoration. Joan could easily imagine the well-dressed Thomas in such a house. He was wearing white minimalistic sneakers (with no logo), black tight jeans and a navy t-shirts, revealing his well-trained upper body and biceps.
Thomas, opened the door to the garden and asked her to sit down at the outdoor table. He asked if she wanted anything to drink, which she kindly declined - to speed things up. Thomas then disappeared, and showed up again 3 minutes later with a large leather bag in one hand , and a paper and pen in the other hand. Thomas carefully placed both on the table – the paper upside down, and sat down at the opposite side of Joan.
“Joan, I’ve made my intentions clear – I wish to train you and be your owner. Do you wish to be mine? I’ll train you and I’ll be a strict master. But I’ll give you all the satisfaction and rewards you can ask for – as long as you serve me well”, he said. Joan almost didn’t let him finish: “Yes! Yes master, I’ll be your slave. I’ll do anything you want, and I’m yours to command master”.
Thomas then turned the paper, and pushed it over to her. It was a slave contract, which detailed all the things they also had talked about online. Joan quickly read it though and signed it. She was now his.

Thomas opened the bag, and started pulling out several things. He briefly stopped and looked over at Joan. “Get undressed”, he commanded. He quickly took to the role, and Joan did as told, and gave the correct response: “Yes master”. She was dripping wet now. Despite the garden being closed off, the thought of getting naked outside, with her new master was very exciting.
Joan now saw that Thomas was unpacking several items for ponies, as well as latex suits. Also a long black box was placed on the table. Thomas ordered her to put on the bitgag, the harness, and a tight latex suit, which only revealed her face, breast and ass. Her hair was pulled out in a ponytail through the latex suit. When she had got everything on, Thomas ordered her to come over. She was a bit wobbly on the new pony shoes, which didn’t have heels but instead horse shoes under the front foot. When she came over he said: “You defiantly need a lot more training, before you’ve even earned the right to be called a pony girl. Right now, you’re no more a pony than a turtle is a rabbit. But to also be able to call yourself a pony girl, you’d also need a tail. But first: when you’re a pony girl, you do not speak unless I tell you to. Ponies do not speak; they obey and make horse sounds. So from now on, you do this. Nod if understood”.
Joan noded, and the bells on her nipples gave a short ring. Thomas walked over to the black box on the table, and opened it. Inside was several different butt plugs with tails, as well as a chastity belt. Thomas ordered her over and said: “Like I said. No real pony girl, can be so without a tail. So I’m a bit curious as to wish tail you’d like?”. Joan looked at the 8 different plugs, and could not figure out what was the best answer. Maybe her new master wished to trick her to justify a punishment or maybe he truly wanted her to pick the right plug for her. She betted on the first, and picked the biggest one, with a purple tail, not to dissatisfy her master. “Oh, I really doubt you can take that big one already – unless you’ve lied a lot about your anal experience. No, I want you to take the small black one.” he answered. “Purple would also look horrible with your black and grey outfit. But we’ll train your ass until you can wear the big ones as well. A pony girl is always supposed to feel stuffed”, he continued.  Before he gave her the plug in, he lifted the chastity belt and said: “And as you signed on the contract, your sexual pleasures are now mine to decide. I do not wish you to have any vaginal pleasures, unless I decide so, for the first part of the training. Your ass and mouth are all you have”. 
Thomas put on the chastity belt on her, and lubed up the tail. He gently squeezed in the first part, but more eagerly pushed in the last bit. She retracted her butt a little bit, to her master’s dissatisfaction. Quickly a whip was felt over her buttocks. Thomas loudly told her: “A pony girl never retracts from her master. When you are told to stand, you spread your legs evenly and stick your ass out. It should always be ready for grooming, punishment or if I wish to pleasure myself with it. Do you understand slave. Nod if you comply?”. Joan nods, and still feels the sting on her buttocks – although its nothing to the excitement she feels. “Good, now I’ll punish you later. As we need to start the training, while the sun is still out”, Thomas said. He lead her over to a pole, he had placed in the middle of the big lawn, and with a small chain he connected her to a rope that was hooked on to the top of the pole. The first training was simple. She was to walk in circles, just following the rope around the pole. She was to go at a steady pace, and learn to lift her legs high enough but still maintain a straight back and an elegant posture. This was the 101 of pony girl training Thomas told her.
Joan quickly caught on, but it was not as easy as expected due to the new shoes. They made it hard on the leg muscles – even though Joan regularly worked out. Thomas whipped her on the legs if she didn’t lift her knees high enough or on the ass if her back was not straight enough – and even on the breasts if she was not pointing them forward.

After about one hour of this, Joan was exhausted. “Ok, enough of this. I think you’ve earned a little water”. He unchained her, and placed an ice cold bowl of water in the grass. Joan knew what to do, as she could not even pick up the bowl with the hoofs she had on her hands and feet. She got down on all four, and started drinking the water. Meanwhile Thomas had taken out a brush and groomed her hair and her pony tail.

“All this work is making me exhausted. If you’d just learn a bit faster, I wouldn’t have to stand up in this heat.”, he said while sitting down and drinking a glass of cold water.
He suddenly started to unbutton his pants, and told Joan to crawl over, when she had finished her water. “I’ve been helping you all day, now you will release a bit of my pressure before we continue the training”, he said while grabbing the ponytail of Joan with a firm grip. Joan knew what he meant, and she could see his cock rise as soon as he said it. His cock was fairly long, but think and will well-groomed hair. Just as in his pictures. “lick it ,and make it wet. I also wish to see you take my cock all the way down”, he said with a firm voice. Joan immediately started licking and making sure her spit got all over the cock. She always considered herself a bit of an expert at giving head, so she knew the key to a good deepthroat, was that the cock was covered well enough with spit. After a while, when Joan started putting her whole mouth on Thomas penis, she felt that he also started pushing her slowly via the grip on her pony tail. After a little while Thomas was thrusting steadily into her mouth. Sometimes keeping her head at the base of his shaft, causing her gag reflex to give him even greater satisfaction. He kept fucking her mouth for about 10 minutes, before he said: “Now I’m going to reward you with my cum. I’ll come straight down your throat – and you’ll clean my cock afterwards pony”. Joan nodded. She had black mascara running down her cheeks as the deepthroating caused the tears to flow. But she loved it. Nothing pleased her more right now than seeing the face of her master on the verge of an orgasm. With a roar he pushed her head over his cock and exploded into her throat. She could do nothing but just hold her breath and take it. It was so intense she almost came. Asphyxia play had been on her mind before, but this was her first real try at it.

When Thomas was done, Joan cleaned his cock. Eagerly lapping it clean, and sinking repeatedly to make sure that she got all the cum in her throat down. Thomas gave her some water, and allowed her to drink this, to clean her mouth and throat.

The next thing that happened was that Joan got a black sadle on her, when on all four. Thomas got on her back and asked her to start riding around the garden. It was very hard for Joan to walk, but Thomas motivated her with his whip. Despite the warm sun, the running mascara and the stinging whip. This was one of the best days of Joan’s life. She had finally found her master – and nothing could make her happier.