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A Pony Story - pt. 4
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Joan woke up early, as she always do. She quickly went up and started her morning routine. As agreed with her Master, she should always make sure that the breakfast was prepared, and today she had also been asked to make sure that the gear for today had been put out.
Breakfast was a quick thing. Thomas usually didn’t eat that much, and he preferred to have some yoghurt, some fruit, a can of water and an espresso. Joan normally ate something similar, but she had never really gotten used to coffee, so she stuck to her usual green tea. When she ate alone - as she did today - she’d normally spent about 15 min. eating her breakfast, while skimming through the news. It was not that she didn’t want to eat with her master, but because of the extra task, her master had instructed her to do so. She did also enjoyed the peaceful morning. She was sitting outside, and could feel that the grass was still a bit moist from the morning dew. Despite the tranquil morning, she was excited and wondering what her master had planned for today?
When she had finished the breakfast, she equipped her maid outfit, and went up with her masters breakfast. Thomas was awake, and said: “Good morning slave”. “Good morning master, here is your breakfast”, Joan replied. She handed him the plate, and an iPad. Thomas never read the news in a paper version. He had always found that a waste of paper. So when the digital versions stated coming, he had taken to them immediately. “Very well slave, thank you. And now you may be excused”, Thomas said. “Thank you master”, Joan said and continued downstairs into the storage room. In the room, they now had a quite sizeable collection of various equipment. She unfolded the small note, which her master had given her. She was clearly instructed no to open it until now. She browsed the list:
1 x 8 m Rope
The Plug Box and Lubrication
The Long Whip
The Riding Crop
The Water Bowl
There was also a extra note at the bottom: “P.S Remember the white box on the table".
Joan gathered all the things, including the white box, and put it all on the table outside in the garden. Almost immediately after, Thomas also came out of the door. He was wearing an untucked jeans shirt, a pair of worn in jeans and pair of red wing iron ranger boots, in light suede - he looked like coming straight from a western.
“Perfect, now it seems we’re ready for todays playtime, slave” Thomas said. “But first, you need to take the white box, and go to the bathroom - once you’re there, you may open it”, Thomas continued and pointed towards the big white carton box. It looked very exclusive, and had four golden stickers on each side, holding the lid in place. The stickers said: “Equestrian School of Heim”.
“Yes master”, Joan replied and grabbed the box. She went to the bathroom and removed the lid. Inside the box, there was a two-price black latex suit. The only open points where two holes a the nipples, two at the eyes and one at the mouth. There was also two small holes for the nostrils, and two zippers allowed for the back and the crotch to open up.
The box also contained a pair of black pony ears, a girdle, a belted tail (different from a plugged tail) and a pair of specially made black sneakers, that looked hoof-like, but allowed for sprinting. Joan was so excited. The outfit looked beautiful. It was a very good quality, and must have been expensive. When she took it all out, she also found a note in the bottom: “For my slave: I hope your run fast in this”. Joan was not entirely sure why the fast running was needed, as the primarily did dressage training for the event, but she was eager to figure out. Before putting on the suit, she put on her makeup and a bright red lipstick that matched the patches on the pony ears. Once she was all ready, and had gotten on the suit, she went back out into the garden.
Once out there, she could see that Thomas was standing with the rope in his hand, and was now wearing a pair of leather gloves - further adding to the western look. "Good pony”, Thomas said with a slight smirk, and continued: “Today we’ll be playing a little game of reward and punishment. We’ll be playing on the field and in the forrest today. The game goes like this: You’ll have a head start of 5 minutes, to run across the field and into the forrest. If you can avoid getting captured for the next 30 minutes, then you’ll be rewarded plenty - but if you get caught, I’ll have my fun punishing you for the rest of the day”. Joan loved the idea, she quickly went over the the gate towards the big field, which was between the house and the forrest. It was roughly 300 meters long, so she was not worried about the spring, although it was not that easy to run on the uneven ground. “5, 4, 3, 2 and 1. The clock is ticking pony!”, Thomas said while looking at the digital watch he had equipped. Once she reached the forrest edge, she started thinking of a tactic to avoid capture within the given time. She decided she would continuously sneak around, to always be on the move. Suddenly she could hear a vehicle approaching the forrest. There were no roads in here, as it was a small forrest which Thomas owned. He just kept it, as he was against to many of the forests getting removed in the area, to make space for farmland. They also often used the forrest to go for walks - primarily in pony gear. The vehicle she heard, see soon figured out was Thomas that had decided to take an ATV, to make sure the field was quickly covered. She could just see him, as she was still sneaking around in the outskirts of the forrest, so she had a chance to see which way he was headed. She was careful not to show her bright red ears. Thomas gathered some gear of the ATV, and then decided to head straight into the forrest. He moved quickly, so Joan decided that she also had to be on the move. Her heart was racing. It was the thrill of childhood Hide-N-Seek, combined with her fetish - the thought of success or failure mattered little - both was tempting. So tempting that she almost thought about giving herself up on purpose to receive the punishment. But then she though that Thomas would hate this. He wants to capture her himself. He wants to establish his dominance, and make her his. He wishes to capture his own prey.
Joan approached the small creek, that flowed through the forrest, and had to decided if she wanted to follow it, or just cross it. She was wondering what Thomas would think, that she would do. She waited in the mudded area for a few seconds, before she decided to cross - thinking that Thomas would think she was afraid she might get dirty in the process, and avoid doing so. On the other side of the creek, there was a small hill that lead up to the highest point of the forrest. In here Joan hoped that she could perhaps scout after Thomas, and avoid his direction. When she got up, she quickly looked around to see if Thomas had gotten the same idea as her, but luckily he was nowhere to be seen. She started walking around, so she could just see out of the edge of the hill. Anything more, and she was afraid she would give herself up to much. Suddenly she her a small *poof* and a net came flying by her right side. She quickly turned her head, and could see that Thomas was standing about 20 meters from her. She panicked and started running down the hill. This was hard, and she had to do her best to keep the balance. Thomas was running after her, when he had put a new cartridge in the net gun he was carrying.
Joan didn’t know it, but the gun was big reason for why he was also so excited for the chase. He had found it online, and thought it could be a fun thing to try out. They even had nets for humans and everything.
Thomas was catching up to her, but there was only 5 minutes left of the game, so he had to catch her now if he wanted to. Joan didn’t know this either as she was never given a clock - so technically she could also never know if she won. She just figured she had to stay away for a while longer. She managed to run down the hill, but the next challenge was to cross the creek. The last time, she had taken her time, but now she had to try and jump it. She ran as fast as she could on the muddy ground by the creek, and she leapt. She landed on the inside of the creeks edges, sliding a bit backward towards the creek. She tried to gain the foothold, but before she managed to do so, another net was fired at her. This time it hit, and Joan tried to tangle herself out of it, but the slippery mud and the net made it impossible. Thomas caught up, and she could do nothing but surrender. “Oh my, I got a little pony in the net. And 5 minutes before time”, he said with a smile. “I can’t wait to get you home, and start to tame you. There really is nothing like a wild pony hunt”, he said with clear excitement in the voice. He untangled Joan, and started tying her hands and arms with the rope he brought. Once he was ready, he made her walk behind him until they reached the ATV. Thomas now gave her further equipment on, and strapped her behind the ATV and then got on. “I hope you can run fast”, he said and started the ATV. He started of in a moderate temp and made Joan run across the field behind the ATV. When they got to the house Joan was exhausted. It was not easy to run that fast over a field, clad in all latex. But this was her punishment. She was a run away pony, and she had to be tamed.
Once in the garden, Thomas tied Joan to her usual place. Then he got over and got the hose, and started washing the mud of the latex. “I can’t train a pony that looks like this”, he said. When he was done, he moved her over to the familiar pole with a rope attached. This was where her first training had begun. So now it was back to basics. While she was running around, she was constantly being cracked with the whip. “I think you need to start fearing this again. I can’t have a pony that runs away”, Thomas said, while giving her another lash on the buttocks. Each time it hit, Joan felt a jolt through her body. She was extremely excited now. Thomas seemed to notice this, and pulled her of the training rope. “Come her pony, it’s time I take control over your senses again”, he said as he tied her to a pole in the ground. He quickly went inside, and came back out with a chastity belt, a bottle of lube and a pony tail with a fairly big plug. “You’re enjoying yourself to much, especially after trying to run from your master. I think you need to learn your place”, he said and started to pull down the rubber pants. But first a good rough breeding might get your head straight. He grabbed the handles of her girdle, as well as the lube bottle. “This naught pony ass needs a proper lesson I think” he said and put in the pointy edge of the lubrication bottle in Joan’s rectum. He then gave the bottle a good squeeze, forcing lubrication up in Joan. He threw the bottle away and said: “You better hope I didn’t shot it up to far, and that you make sure to lube up my cock fast. Else this will be a dry run for you”, he said while firmly gripping her girdle. He put his penis against her asshole, and with a swift push he got it in. And not just the tip, but he pushed in the whole ting. Joan’s asshole was used to stretching from all the anal play the did, so it was not the worst. But she knew that during punishments like this, Thomas would show no mercy on her ass or her in general. He would establish dominance and fuck obedience into her. As a dominant stallion mounting a young mare, he thrusted his penis into her sore asshole. He was rarely this rough, only when she needed to know her place. Luckily the lube quickly added on, and made the experience joyful for them both. Thomas kept thrusting and smacking her with the riding crop.
“You are mine, and I will tame you into an obedient pony”, he said and suddenly pulled out from Joan. Lube was running out from her ravaged asshole, when he removed her girdle. She knew what he wanted now. He wished to use her mouth. He wished to demonstrate his dominance further, and was using her as nothing but a toy to fulfil his pleasures. It turned her on and she almost came from the anal treatment. She opened her mouth, and Thomas jammed his cock into her mouth. She was now just keeping her mouth open, and lips tightly sealed around his cock, as he just kept thrusting into her mouth, as if it was not different from her pussy or ass. He kept thrusting for a little while, until he came. And with a firm grip on Joan’s head he forced the pony girl’s head over his cock and shot the semen down her throat. “Now assume position”. Without hesitation, and despite a sore ass and throat, Joan quickly assume the position. “Now pony, I think this has been punishment enough for now. But the chastity belt goes back on, and then you can get some water”, he said while he added the chastity belt, and plugged her with the pony tail. Joan was so grateful. She found a master who understood her so well. He kept her from coming during the anal and now given her a chastity belt, to further underline that she would not come unless he desired so. It was driving her crazy with excitement, and she was eager to do anything for him, to make sure he would reward her. As a final think, before he let her drink water, he gave her a quick kiss on the forehead and said: “Now run over and get some water my girl”.
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Posted on : Aug 31, 2015
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