The last few minutes were so long but finally the bell rang, and the usual scuffling, about getting out the door first started.

Joan’s last working day before her vacation had felt so long – but finally her students were leaving. The lunch seemed endless, and the usual discussions in the teachers lounge about what people were up to in the weekend, was of no interest of her. Especially since she had to come up with an elaborate lie, to no raise any suspicion about her real vacation. I mean – she could hardly tell that she would be clad in latex and whipped until she performed satisfyingly.
Thomas and she had booked a trip for a special event in southern Germany: “HPFM: Human Pet Fair München”, it was called. Which despite the name, was actually located outside of München at an isolated farm, in the Bavarian countryside. It was Friday now, and they would first leave on Monday, so she still had some waiting to do – but at least the waiting would be done at Thomas summer cottage, or as they now called it: “The Ranch”.
Joan had over the past few months ben thoroughly trained. She was now walking steadily in the highest of pony heels. Even managing to impress her master, and being rewarded with a few treats. Her treats often consisted of a few days without a chastity belt. Thomas would still control her, but offer her pussy some attention. After a few days without the chastity belt, and getting it back on – it was a great motivator for Joan to preform her tasks as well as possible, to perhaps receive another treat. She was not totally deprived of orgasms, as she would frequently come – if allowed – when Thomas would pleasure himself with her ass. Her trainings has also started getting more and more elaborate. In the beginning she was only doing the regular circle trainings to learn to balance herself in the hooves. Once she got the hold of that, they moved on to smaller obstacle courses, with small jumps and dressage challenges for her to complete.

Thomas picked her up at the school. One of her students had seem them once, and had asked her if it was her son. Joan had gotten a bit embarrassed, and said it was just a friend from her fitness classes that picked her up. This was despite that Thomas had told her clearly, that she could tell whoever that they were a couple. None of them had parents that were alive, so they avoided these meetings and conversations – much to Joan’s relief.  She often wondered how her strict Christian mother would have reacted to her daughters divorce and newfound love to a much younger man.
Thomas was as always very well dressed. He wore a pair of green pants, blue cotton shoes with a white sole and an untucked white shirt. He was wearing a pair of Ray Ban’s wayfarer’s in tortoise - and looked very casual. She felt a bit boring in her black pencil skirt, blue navy shirt - which was tightly tucked in - and a pair of black ballerinas. Like a real office lady she tough – and office lady was meant in the most boring of connections. Many of her students though otherwise though – she had before heard her name and the term “MILF” being mentioned in the hallways, so she never felt that bad about her self – and why should she, her master enjoyed her. She didn’t think "love", because it was not really a word they had used, but she so far comforted herself with the fact that his feelings seemed genuine and that they had to take it one day at the time. If she was not satisfied she could always just leave, as it also said in her slave contract.

Unlike the first trip to the cottage they chatted more frequently on the way. Thomas was clearly excited as well, as they had not visited the place for the past three weeks, due to his many work related trips lately.
When they arrived, they assumed the regular roles. Joan went to the bathroom and cleaned herself as usual – she also had to do it in the lunchbreak at school, to avoid any mishaps, as her master would punish this severely. Thomas changed to a t-shirt, and started preparing todays training.
“Hurry up” he said. “I want to put in an hour of training before you’ll cook the dinner. We need to get you completely ready for the faire”.  Joan quickly came strutting out of the bathroom in full pony attire. She was wearing  a dark navy set, with a matching tail.
It all was very fancy to look at. This was her special set, which Thomas had selected for the faire. He wanted her to be used to it. She moved outside, were Thomas stood waiting with a short riding crop and a longer whip. He took the long whip and signaled for her to move in a certain direction. She immediately obliged and started going around the course he had set up.  She took nice strides, raising her knees high while still keeping a straight back and her breast pointing forward. But Thomas was not so easily impressed anymore and gave her a quick whip over the ass when he felt that her stride was a bit uneven. She also felt the whip, when her landing was not on point over the obstacles. She loved this: the sun, her tight harness and her master training her in their little ranch. After about 30 min. Thomas went over and grabbed her girdle. He led her over to the chair and table, where they had made a small wooden fence she could be tied to. After tying her there, he went and got some cold water and poured it in a small bowl in front of her. She obediently got down and started drinking it. It was so refreshing. Pony training was hard – and even harder now that Thomas wanted her ready for the event. He had told her he wanted her to compete in the dressage competition and the posture competition for the +35 (she was still too young for the +45 group). He said that if she did not win at least one of the competitions, he would let her work on the fields behind the ranch for two weeks. He was very competitive and Joan loved this. His passion and natural dominance was a huge turn on for her. He was not pretending anything, but always being himself – his dominant self. Something he also wished to use right now on Joan.

“Assume position”, he said. Joan arched her back and presented her ass in the best way she could. Her ass was big and curvy, and the corsage she was wearing was making everything better. Her young students would not have been able to contain themselves seeing her ass. Thomas just took the short crop and corrected her stance a bit, before giving her five lashes for her slow reaction. He went over and said: “All the anal training we have been doing has been starting to pay off”, and slowly pulled out her ponytail. The pony tail was fairly big, and had several cones, to make sure it was sitting tightly when doing the dressage. You move much better than in the beginning. Before we go in, and you start cooking, I’ll give you an extra training and put in the “Big Boy” (which was the name for the big purple tail which Joan had selected the first time they met). “Big Boy” was one of Thomas favorite items when he felt the need to stretch Joan’s ass. This was primarily done to ensure she would effortlessly move with a plug in her butt during jumps and similar - but of course also due to Thomas and Joan’s own satisfaction. Joan was glimmering in sweat from all the training in the sun, and Thomas would easily have been able to enter her anus. But he decided to allow her to moist his penis with her mouth first. Joan gobbled up and down on the penis at a slow pace. She made sure to always go to the end of the shaft, to also ensure that the spit was evenly distributed. After a few minutes Thomas said: “Enough, and present again”. She obeyed and presented her ass. He attached he girdle again and grabbed it from behind her. Joan felt the tip of the penis at her rectal entrance, and with a pull in the girdle and a short thrust he pushed in the first part of the penis. Joan moaned, but did not feel discomfort, it was out of joy. She pushed back, and Thomas gave a smug smile which she could not see. After many hours of training his pony, she was not retracting anymore, but shwoing with her body, she wanted more. He slowly started thrusting into her, but also steadily increased the pace. He slapped her ass with the crop, and after a few minutes she gave a loud moan as she came from the treatment. Shortly after Thomas followed and gave a few hard thrust to ensure he shot his seed deep in his pet. After finishing, she cleaned him as usual and went back to her “present”-position. After that, Thomas slowly put in the lubed up "Big Boy".

“Very well pony. You did good “OK” today in training. It will have to improve if we’re to win – but for now, go in an cook, and we’ll enjoy some time in the spa later tonight”.“Yes master”, Joan said, knowing she was released of her “pony”-role but not her “slave”-role. She followed him inside, with joy appearing in the form of a small smile on her face – although small, her inside was screaming with happiness. When they arrived at the door, Thomas stopped her and said: “Joan, you’re my slave, my pony and my property. Apart from lust, I also want to you to know I feel love for you.”. He looked very intense and Joan’s joy further exploded inside of her. “I feel love for you too master”, she said. He smiled, and nodded. Then he went inside – closely followed by his slave, pony and lover, Joan.