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Subject: {ASSM} "How to Turn on a Ponygirl" (D/s, M/F, Ponygirls)
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How To Turn on a Ponygirl (D/s, M/F, Ponygirls)
By Don Winslow
Claudine's eyes flew wide open. Throwing back the covers, she bolted
upright in the bed, and sat looking around her at the unfamiliar room,
staring in wide-eyed confusion. Somewhat dazed, it took the girl a moment
to realize: she was sitting in a strange bedroom -- completely naked!
Her growing fears escalated wildly when she also realized that the room's
sole window was barred! The panic-stricken girl jumped out of bed,
bounded to the small high window, clasped the iron bars, and hauled
herself up on straining bare toes to try to see what she could. Across
the wide courtyard stood the stables she remembered from when they drove
up the night before (was it only the night before?). Then she looked down
to see beneath her window an incredible sight! Only a few feet below her,
one of the fabled ponygirls stood at the ready: a tall girl with a lean,
whippet-like body, and tawny hair that had been gathered up into a long
pony tail that hung down past her shoulders. The girl had already been
collared, her neck banded with a wide strap of soft black leather; now she
waited patiently between the traces that attached her to a delicately made
sulky. Claudine was struck by the way the young woman seemed to have
accepted her fate -- stoically, it seemed to her, or at least with
resigned indifference.
Awe-struck, she studied the slightly-built solitary figure standing at
rigid attention in the early morning mist. Claudine wondered what
thoughts were going through the girl's proudly-held head. Surely she felt
the cold. Perhaps she was shivering a bit, for the morning sun had not
yet broken through to warm the day and the girl was totally naked of
course, except for the shiny boots she wore - sleek and tightly fitted to
her calves, with stacked high heels that were thick and serviceable. Yet
there was no sign of discomfort on that set, expressionless face.
The extended shafts of the light-weight buggy were attached at her hips,
chained to the wide cincher belt that constricted her waist. Her arms
were secured behind her, bound together above the elbows but with just
enough slack left so that she could bring her gloved hands forward to
clasp the crossbar that rested in front of her hips. The effect was to
pull the shoulders back while forcing the thin chest out. Naked breasts,
small and gently sloped, formed thickened disks that were prominently
lifted in proud display; nipples small but sturdy.
As Claudine watched, a bearded overseer came out to complete the
preparations for the ride. In one hand he held a tangle of straps - a set
of reins and headgear. In the other was a long horsetail made of fine
hair of the same russet color as the girl's own hair.
The naked girl kept her proud head held high and remained absolutely still
as the man closed in on her. And she never flinched when he tossed the
headgear over her head. A long strap lay over the top of her head to hang
down on either side of her face, while another circled the head from front
to back. This second strap crossed her brow forming a headband that
imprisoned a soft fringe of reddish brown bangs. When pulled into place
one could see that the headband was joined to the vertical pieces with
metal rings that rested just in front of the ears. The head harness was
then secured -- the two dangling straps, adjusted carefully and cinched
snugly, before being buckled under the upraised chin.
Next, he took the bridle in both hands and held it up in front of the
girl's forward-gazing eyes. When she saw what was being offered to her,
she dutifully opened her mouth to accept the hard rubber bit between her
teeth. The groom now set about attaching the reins to the bridle, and
drawing the leather straps back over her slim shoulders to lay the leads
in the sulky's basket-woven seat. While she stood there motionless, the
stable hand took his time, moving slowly and deliberately, methodical in
his preparations, preparations that were all but complete, save for one
important detail.
It was to the tail that he now turned his attentions. Stepping close to
the perfectly still figure, he fingered the collar that banded her neck,
grinned right in her face, then brought his lips close to whisper
something in her ear. The girl obediently leaned forward over the waist-
high bar, her little breasts spilling forward to dangle freely while she
thrust her rump back and deeply arched her back at the groom's quiet words
of command.
Claudine was fascinated! She watched intently as the groom produced a
tube of gel and used it to slowly grease the squat plug that would be used
to hold the tail in place once it had been inserted up the girl's bottom.
Claudine saw the ponygirl anxiously shifting her weight, slightly widening
her boot heels. The widened stance allowed Claudine to more clearly see
the strap that ran from the front of the waist cincher to pass between the
legs before being secured in place, pulled up and buckled to the back of
the wide waist belt. This crotch strap, drawn tightly up the crack of the
girl's ass, was deeply embedded between her narrow buttocks, but it had a
ring conveniently placed so that the groom was able to adjust it till the
circular opening neatly ringed the puckered anus.
Now the bearded man grinned and said something to the bent-over woman, who
closed her eyes, tightened her grip on the bar, took a deep breath, and
nodded, waiting tensely for what she knew was about to come. From behind
the barred window, the girl saw the burly man place a flattened hand
squarely on the proffered rump steadying the girl as he leaned closer
while the other hand probed between the cowering cheeks. And Claudine
sucked in a sharp intake of breath as, with a sudden jab, the hard rubber
plug was driven right into the exposed anus! The bending girl jacked
upright, her clenching bottom recoiling in a futile attempt to escape the
abrupt penetration. The groom laughed to see the pony-tailed girl
squirming like a skewered fish on the end of the impaling plug.
She straightened with a girlish wiggle that shook her violated young
bottom and its new-acquired tail, as though trying to dispel the unwanted
intruder. Of course, this was simply an instinctive reaction, one which
she had to quickly suppress -- for the girl well knew that to expel a tail
would bring swift punishment. The groom waited patiently till she had
calmed down, said something to her, and gave her still-twitching rump a
reassuring pat. Then his charge was made to snap to attention, once more
assuming the proud carriage of a well-trained ponygirl at the ready:
standing tall, bridled head held high, pert breasts thrust out, booted
legs pressed tightly together, clasping the crossbar with both gloved
hands. The luxurious tail she had been given now hung straight down from
her tight-cheeked buttocks, its dark reddish sheen nicely mirroring the
girl's own shimmering mane.
The ponygirl was now ready, but one final inspection had yet to be carried
out. The overseer slowly circled his charge, eyeing her up from the
leather head harness confining that soft shiny helmet of russet hair to
the pointed tips of her gleaming black boots, tracing the sleek and smooth
curves of that lean, hard-muscled body with light, dry caresses.
Of course the man couldn't resist those nicely-presented breasts; pretty
breasts that simply begged to be caressed. He paused to toy with a floppy
tit, to finger the silky smoothness of soft tittie-flesh. His playful
dalliance drew a quiver from the healthy young filly, who shifted uneasily
from booted foot to booted foot. The watching girl felt an answering
twinge of lust in her own loins; her thighs spasmed in a throb of
involuntary reaction to seeing the other girl squirming in rising heat as
she was felt up, her vulnerable breasts fondled so shamelessly.
But the purposeful groom allowed himself only a few minutes of this
pleasing diversion. After all, he had a job to do. And so now he went
about tugging on the harness, slipping a finger under the straps of
buttery leather so as to assure a fit free from slack. With splendid
self-discipline, the well-trained ponygirl never moved a muscle even as
the big man's hands roamed freely over her naked body. She remained
rigidly still, straight booted legs together, chin raised, eyes locked on
some distant horizon. The burly man passed a hand over those pulled-back
shoulders and ran it down her gently tapering flanks to clasp a solid hip.
A single finger slid under the cincher belt, circled around the girlish
waist, pressing against the belt to test the tightness of the fit.
Now he stepped behind her, and spent some time lingering there, feeling
his way along haunches and hindquarters with both hands, and talking to
her all the while he enjoyed the feel of her naked body under his hands.
Claudine watched as he lifted the heavy tail, and reached down to fiddle
with the strap that ran between the bare thighs. Immediately the girl's
head snapped back, eyes flying wide open, as a ripple of excitement shot
through her shoulders. Simultaneously, a muted buzzing sound broke the
still morning air of the gravel courtyard. Claudine could dimly hear the
whirling noise through slightly opened bedroom window. The muffled sound
was coming from the girl, from something pulsing deep inside her!
Claudine could only wonder what sort of the devilish device might be have
been inserted between those tightly-pressed thighs, secured in place by
the crotch strap, and left lodged there, deep inside the slender girl's
vagina. Or perhaps the muted humming came from the vibrating butt plug
that had been so rudely shoved up her tight little ass so it might hold
the tail between those sleek, clamping rearcheeks.
Her bizarre situation seemed a matter of complete indifference to the
dutiful manservant who now turned his back on his charge, leaving the
booted ponygirl humming merrily away as she waited in the traces in the
cool morning air, while he went back inside to inform his master that the
preparations were complete, and all was now ready for the morning ride.
The End
Copyright Don Winslow, 2003
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Don_Winslow/www/
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