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Chapter 2 - Introduction to BDSM
This work also appears at http://www.ranch.demon.co.uk/
Lucinda, an attractive 26-year-old advertising executive, is bored
with her shallow job. Peter, a 39-year-old ex-football playing
network trouble-shooter from America, introduces her to the world
of pony-play. She seeks a hedonistic but trusting relationship
whereas he wishes to add her to his long list of trophies.
A Pony Tale chronicles her experiences and challenges during
this journey.
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Chapter 2
Introduction to BDSM
The place was huge and surprisingly warm. The heat came from gas fires
like those in her old school gym. They hung on thick, black steel pipes
from the curved brickwork above and, dangling from each side, had chains
with rings in the end to control them.
'How fitting' she thought 'Even the heaters are subs!'
She was very nervous now they were inside with other people.
A pretty waitress in a short flared skirt that failed to hide her frilly
French knickers greeted them and took their coats before leading them to
a table. Peter ordered two cappuccinos and the waitress curtsied and
wiggled off.
Lucinda was fascinated. Although the room was fairly empty, people
bustled about giving it an air of excitement. She looked around.
The 'bar' was a cluster of four round, white plastic tables and a few
matching uncomfortable chairs. They were the types that are so slippery
you end up hanging by your kidneys if you try to lean back. She perched
on the edge.
There was a crude coat rail between the tables and the large door but
she noticed that two of the women in the party just arriving kept on the
long cloaks they wore as they and their partners hurried through a
curtained door set into the wall on the left side of the arch.
'Most Owners will have brought their Ponies here earlier to let them
settle down' her lover whispered to me. 'The less experienced ones can
get very jumpy at an event'
'An event?' she asked.
'Yes.' He continued, 'Tonight is one of the main Shows. The best Ponies
win trophies and rosettes. They are highly prized.'
'Just like a real horsy event?'
'Absolutely. The members take this very seriously. To have a winning
Pony is a great honour for an Owner and an enormous accolade for the
Trainer. Owners and Ponies alike seek the prize-winning Trainers. The
top Trainers only devote the time and care to the few Ponies they feel
have winning potential.'
It made her slightly uncomfortable.
'You mean the Owners don't train the Ponies?'
'Oh sure, most do, but they can only go so far. Besides, a Trainer is
much more objective, he or she can exert a discipline many Owners find
hard to give.'
He looked at her and said carefully as he cupped her hands on the table.
'I would only use a top Trainer for a future Pony of mine.'
She stared back and felt the flush warm her cheeks.
'You'd not mind that another had use of me... er the Pony I mean?'
He smiled and squeezed her hands.
'I'd only want the best for the one I love'.
She swallowed hard.
'I wouldn't want to disappoint you' she said quietly, realising that she
had not only accepted his invitation to become his Pony but also that he
said he loved her.
He lifted her hands to his lips and kissed her fingertips softly.
'You would never do that' he smiled.
'This BDSM stuff still worries me though' she added, 'I still remember
how it upset me that time and I embarrassed both of us.'
He nodded and leant over to kiss her lips.
'I will never go too fast for you again my darling, that also taught me
to be more careful.'
He went on,
'I'm worried now as well. Do you mean you don't like the games we play?'
'Oh no! I mean yes, I love them' she grinned and rubbed her foot on his
calf under the table, 'Quite the contrary. You have shown me pleasures I
didn't know existed and I will be eternally grateful for that.'
The waitress returned with their coffee and Peter paid her and she
smiled and performed her little curtsey again before teetering off on
her high heels. L noticed Peter ogling her rear.
'Hey, eyes off!' she laughed.
'He's not my type' replied Peter softly.
A few moments later, he gently lifted Lucinda's jaw as she also gazed at
the waitress's frilly rear.
'You were saying hon?'
Lucinda gulped and continued,
'It's just that old niggle I had..'
'You mean the How-can-he-want-to-do-that-to-me niggle?' he asked.
She nodded and bit her lip, feeling silly.
He grinned and stroked her cheek.
'My darling, I love you very much. You are the most precious thing in my
life and I constantly ask myself 'Why me?' Please understand that I
would never, ever do anything to hurt or scare you that you didn't agree
to.'
'I know. I know. But... Oh! Damn, I don't know how to put this' she took a
breath. 'It's just that I've always been taught to respect my body and
look after it, sometimes I think that this is wishing damage upon it and
I can't bear to think that you'd want to do that.'
She felt terrible but had said it. She tried to hold back her tears.
He was obviously very concerned and looked at her without saying
anything for what seemed like ages.
'Oh God! That's torn it' she thought, 'my big mouth and stupid ideas
destroy yet another relationship'
He touched a tear as it welled up in the corner of her eye, licked his
finger and smiled.
'Please believe me when I say that I would never do or think of harming
your lovely body in any way. Let me explain...'
He loved to lecture, and she loved to listen to him, most times.
'Our bodies are the physical extensions of our minds. We use them to
communicate with each other in all the obvious ways. Many people even
screw that up!
He chuckled and went on...
'When you let me do things to your body you are indirectly sharing with
me a part of your mind that few people appreciate can be shared. Part of
the 'inner' you if you like. The bit one retreats to when things get
tough out there. I find that one of the most intimate and sexiest things
imaginable. The sight of you as you drift off and luxuriate in that
space is incredibly erotic and the trust it implies is probably the
greatest gift one can give. Does that make sense?'
She felt a huge wave of understanding and relief wash over her. He had
managed to express what she felt this was all about and dispel the
worries she had that it was selfish to 'retreat' as he put it. She
kissed his fingers and tasted the salt of her tears.
'Oh my love, I do want to share that, you know how bad I am at saying
those things. If I can give you that with my body then it makes me very
happy. Probably the happiest I've ever been'
She smiled and cocked her head to one side.
He beamed.
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