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Number One Pony

Part 16


ENCOURAGING THE PONY BOYS


The farm was active all day long with teams training for the show. We ran for miles with weights on our ankles. We ran through the sand pit and the mistresses hosed down a long stretch of dirt road turning it into a mud track. After a few hours running through soft sand and sticky mud trotting along a dry path was easy. We returned to the stables each evening covered in sweat and splattered with mud.

The house ponies trained just as hard and everyone enjoyed watching them sweating like the rest of us, something the princesses usually dont have to do. They looked sexy when they were splattered with mud, even more than when they are polished and shiny and every hair is in place. With mud on their faces they looked like real women, and they looked happy.

To be fair, the house ponies enjoyed being outdoors with the rest of us. I saw Valerie trotting back from her workout, caked with mud, soaked with sweat and her hair was an absolute mess, but her breasts bounced happily and her eyes were shining. She maintained a proper form as she trotted past, head up, chest out, but her eyes glanced around eagerly like a bird freed from its cage.

The males were worked hard too, especially in the drag and haul training. Once in a while we got a glimpse of the pony boys struggling to drag half a ton of dead weight across the ground. Their muscles stood out with the strain and sweat made their skin glisten.

One afternoon we were returning from along run around the perimeter road. We were in great shape and were breathing easily. The team was happy and I could see three pairs of breasts jiggling as we walked lightly along. Mine were doing the same thing. Mistress Eve was walking us back to the stable when we came upon the male team. Mistress Donna was overseeing them and they were straining to pull a huge weight. Theyd pulled it for a long distance through the gravel driveway, as a deep track proved, and Mistress Donna wanted them to take it further, but the poor dears were about tuckered out.

We overtook them and walked past without turning our heads. As soon as the boys realized we were watching their cocks began to climb. They never looked directly at us, but it was comically obvious that they were quite aware of our presence. 

Mistress Eve stopped us, turned us in place and allowed us to look at the males.

They leaned into the traces and dragged the weight a few more yards. Mistress Donna cracked the whip and they tried and tried. Their bare feet dug furrows in the loose gravel and the veins stood out on their foreheads, but couldnt budge the weight any further. We applauded by whinnying and shaking our boobs. Mistress Eve turned and gave us a warning look, but then an impish look came over her face.

“Kneel,” she commanded. We did, and she walked down the line removing our bits.

“Oh, Donna,” she called out.

Mistress Donna had been working her boys all day and she was hot and tired too.

“What is it?” she snapped.

“I think your boys are looking a bit tired,” Mistress Eve said. “Are you feeding them properly?”

“What?” Donna asked in disbelief.

“I was thinking they might need a bit of encouragement,” Mistress Eve said sweetly. “Perhaps I can help.”

She walked past the males, stopped and flicked a couple of penises with her fingers, then strutted forward wiggling her hips. She stopped, bent slowly over, showing her bottom and made a mark in the dirt fifty feet away.

“If they can get that weight across this line in two minutes Ill allow them to put their cocks in my girls mouths.”

She pointed at us and we opened our mouths. The pony boy cocks raised a few more millimeters.

Number Four raised herself slightly higher and jiggled her breasts. Three followed, so did Two, then I. It looked like a wave in the crowd at a football stadium.

This caused a mass inhalation of pony boy breath.

“Oh? And what do I get?” Mistress Donna asked.

Mistress Eve seemed to think it over. She tapped her chin with her finger. “If your team wins Ill come to your room this evening and give you a long hot bubble bath and a massage. I they lose then you give me a massage.”

The image of Mistress Donna and Mistress Eve naked together in a bathtub made my pussy get very damp. The intake of air beside me indicated that the rest of the team had a similar reaction.

The males had been staring at us, but they too gasped and looked at their mistress in awe.

Mistress Donna brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes. She placed her hands on her hips and turned to her team. “Well, boys, youve been challenged,” she said. “Are you up to it?”

Now a man will often act like a fool around naked women, but put him in harness and it gets worse. Suddenly that well trained, well disciplined team of pony boys disintegrated into a snorting bunch of animals, pawing the ground, tugging against their traces and bumping against each other.

“My God,” Number Four whispered. “Its the Three Stooges at the pony farm.”

Mistress Donnas mouth dropped at the loss of her boys discipline. She dropped her whip in astonishment.  

Mistress Eve watched the chaos. She stood beside Donna and patted her on the bottom. “I think theyre trying to say yes.”

Mistress Donna whipped the males into order. She even gave her most excited boy a snap right across his cock, which brought sympathetic murmurs (and hardened nipples) from us. Eventually she got them calmed down. She pushed them into formation and told them to get ready. They leaned into their harness and took a strain on the weight. Donna looked at Mistress Eve who looked at her watch, counted down, and said: “Go!” 

The pony males slammed themselves against their traces and yanked their burden forward. It took them fifty eight seconds to get that weight across the line.

Mistress Eve called out the time and Mistress Donna gave her a look of triumph. Her males went goofy again and lost all cohesion. They pawed the ground, milled in confusion, bumped against each other and shook their penises at us. Mistress Donna used her whip viciously to get them into proper demeanor, then made them stand at rigid attention for several long minutes.

The poor boys suffered silently and didnt dare look at us, but they certainly knew that we were still jiggling our breasts in rhythm. Mistress Eve giggled softly until Donna unhooked the males from the weight and marched them to us. Wed kept our mouths open the whole time and Id swear that those four cocks went into our mouths at precisely the same millisecond. I got the one with a fresh welt on his penis. He was a terrific masochist because he was as hard as a stone, and he even pranced excitedly as I ran my tongue over his manhood. He was so worked up that I had trouble keeping him between my lips. He kept popping out and poking me in the eye as he tried to thrust back into my mouth. I finally growled at him to stand still, which earned me a snap of the whip across my shoulders and a couple of strokes across his butt. He stood still.

We got the males to spurt very quickly, (although not all at the same time) and even though we didnt have orgasms we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.

Mistress Donna watched and when the last male came she walked away. She unbuttoned her blouse and hung it over her shoulder. Everyone started at her magnificent breasts in their brassiere.

“Thanks Eve,” she called over her shoulder. “Take my boys to their stable, would you? Im going to dinner, then for a long soak in the bath. Ill be waiting for you.”


An indignant Mistress Eve huffed and glared indignantly at Donnas back, then she shrugged, put the males inline and led both teams to the stable.

Mistress Eve found herself washing and feeding two pony teams that afternoon. She attended to the males first, then us.

Even though the pony boys had recently filled our mouths with cum, they were quite hard when Mistress Eve washed them. Mistress Donna didnt always allow her team to come every time she washed them, and Eve was very generous with orgasms, even with the males, and I think the idea of what was going to happen in Mistress Donnas room had them very worked up. Mistress Eve rarely had an opportunity to wash male ponies so she enjoyed herself with their cocks.

The boys were still hard after their second cumming and quivering with arousal, so she sighed in exasperation and masturbated them again. She was playing to an audience of mistresses, cooks, house slaves and waiting teams and the huge erections brought a lot of catcalls and applause from the other mistresses. She made each of the boys spurt, which produced more cheers. And each time a new team came into the wash house they were informed as to what was happening. This caused a lot of gasps and whinnies and boob jiggling and that made the males perk up again and she had to stroke them one more time. (Male ponies are usually chosen for their randiness, just like the females. If they cant come more than once in an hour they arent right for the farm. That evening Donnas team set a stable record by spurting four times apiece in a single hour.)

The boys strutted proudly to their stable still sporting impressive erections even after the fourth time.


Eve finally got the males satisfied and fed, then attended to us, and she was in a grumpy mood by then. (I think her arm was tired). I was last to be washed and I was still excited. She caught me staring at her.

“Whats on your mind?” she asked as she scrubbed my skin.

“Im thinking about you and Mistress Donna together,” I whispered.

“Oh? And what are you thinking?”

“What a lovely sight it will be.”

“Is that why your nipples are hard?” She flicked one lightly.

“Yes, ma am.”

“Oh? And I thought it was from watching all those men spurting all over the washroom,” she said.

“Well, that too my lady, at least a little. You are very good at pleasing slaves.”

She smiled faintly and squeezed that nipple delightfully. Then she draped the washcloth over her shoulder and squeezed both nipples until I was purring.

“It sounds like you might be very close,” she chuckled. I whimpered faintly. She pinched my nipples firmly, then put her mouth on my left breast, sucked my nipple between her teeth and I had an orgasm!

She stepped back, folded her arms and watched while I writhed in utter delight. She gave me a few minutes, then resumed washing my body. Id just begun to focus my eyes when the washcloth reached my pussy. A few firm scrubs sent me into ecstasy again. Another mistress was washing her team at the next station and they watched me with unconcealed envy as I shook the washing posts.

Mistress Eve was toweling me dry by the time my brain got control of itself.

“Ah, youre back with us,” she chuckled.

“Thank you, my lady.” I whispered as I tried to focus my eyes.

“Youre welcome. But I wasnt being nice to you.”

“Oh yes you were.”

“No, I was just getting warmed up for Donna.”

“May I be permitted to warm you up in return, my lady?”

She grinned and shook her head.

Darn.

“I didnt think that Mistress Donna liked sex with other ladies,” I said as she released me from the poles.  

“She usually doesnt, but perhaps tonight I can convert her.” She motioned for me to turn around. I placed my hands behind my back and she buckled my wrists together.

“Well, if you need any help, you could certainly call on me,” I said hopefully, as she pulled me along by my leash. “Perhaps if youd like someone to wash you both in Lady Donnas tub?”

Her laughter pealed through the room. “Thanks Number One, but Im keeping Donna all to myself tonight,” she said, patting me on the bottom, “However, Ill mention your offer.”

“Thank you my lady.”


There was a lot of murmuring and giggling that evening when the girls talked about Mistress Donna being bathed and massaged by Mistress Eve. There wasnt a woman in that stable who wouldnt give her soul to be a part of that twosome, and there wasnt a dry pussy in the place either. 

There was a near riot in the boys stable when they heard what Eve and Donna would be doing that night.



MY WEEKEND OFF


We are permitted one weekend off a month but I usually skipped mine and stayed on the farm. However I decided to go into town the next time my free weekend arrived.

I got dressed on Friday afternoon, retrieved my car and drove into town. I splurged and took a room at a very nice hotel overlooking the river. After a pleasant dinner I went for a long walk, and it was nice to stroll around like a normal woman. The next morning I went shopping, bought a new dress and a lovely pair of shoes. After lunch I bought a stack of magazines and spent the afternoon reading them in a charming little coffee shop.

A young man working in the shop took an interest in me. He brought me refills and pastries and flirted outrageously. He was obviously a college student and much younger than me, but he was cute with a face full of freckles and a mass of unruly red hair. I thought it was sweet the way he hovered over me and we talked about college and his classes, and I realized that he was peeking down my dress. After wearing leather work bras for months, being in a normal silk brassiere made me feel like I was topless. My breasts felt light and I felt dainty and sexy, and my nipples hardened under his gaze.

Later I caught him looking at my legs.

Now its funny how putting on or taking off clothes affects us. Twenty-four hours earlier I had been training for a chariot race wearing only harness and a vibrator in my vagina, yet when I noticed him admiring my legs I instinctively tugged my skirt down. (Ladylike modesty in a sex slave? Figure that out.)    

I laughed to myself when I realized what I was doing, and for a long moment considered giving him a good look up my skirt. Then I thought about seducing him. I wondered how he would react if I took him to my hotel room and invited him to tie me to the bed. Would he like that? Or would he prefer the old fashioned way to make love?

What the heck, maybe Ill just strip for him and let him decide. I was staring at him trying to make up my mind when I realized that he was blushing. I didnt want to embarrass him so I looked away. And I resolved to restrain myself from flashing anyone.


My resolve was tested later that day when I happened to make eye contact with a gentleman my own age. He was tall, strong looking, nicely dressed and carried himself with confidence. He sat alone and drank a cup of coffee while reading some sort of business document. He noticed how attentive the young man was toward me and he smiled knowingly.

I glanced up and met his gaze. He looked directly into my soul for a moment, then his eyes moved up and down my body. I should have been offended but my pussy went damp and it took all my will power to keep my knees together. He blatantly admired my breasts for a moment, then smiled in apology. My nipples had gotten very hard and I was hoping that they wouldnt show through my clothes, then I hoped that they did.

I had a sudden, very intense image of being tied to a bed by that man, and I knew that he would know exactly what to do. My breasts began to ache and if he had merely snapped his fingers I would have crawled to his table on my hands and knees, and the kid would have really gotten an eyeful.

Down girl!

The young man behind the counter refilled his cup and chatted for a moment. The gentleman glanced my way, and I knew instinctively that he was too gracious to be talking about me, but I wished that they were. What would they say?

I stared at my magazine while I daydreamed of lying naked on a bed while both men stood over me. The older gentleman was teaching the boy how to tie me up, torture me and then screw me.

First he demonstrated what to do, then stepped back and let the boy try. After theyd tied me wide open he whipped my breasts a few strokes, then handed the whip to the boy. The young man fumbled with the whip at first, then got the hang of it and really sparked up the nerve endings in my nipples. I was gasping in delight when the gentleman showed him how to whip my pussy. The young man caught on quickly and I screamed in a wonderful orgasm. Finally the older man got on top of me, thrust himself inside and screwed me into ecstasy, then he got up and motioned for the boy to take me. The youngster crawled between my legs and he got it right on his very first try!

The young man looked toward me and smiled.

Down, down, DOWN, girl!

I blushed, clamped my legs together, and forced myself not to look at them. It took forever for my face to cool.


The man glanced at my legs from time to time, but he was a gentleman. He didnt stare or leer, he just respectfully and quietly admired my body. After a while I opened my legs about half an inch and he smiled his appreciation and raised his coffee cup in salute. I blushed again.

I considered walking past his table and dropping my handkerchief, or better yet, going to the ladies room and taking off my panties and dropping them. I could write the number of my hotel room on them, then wait to see if he showed up. I was still playing with that idea when he finished his coffee and got up to leave. He walked past my table and nodded politely. Once again his eyes went right to the center of my soul. I smiled weakly, clamped my thighs together and forced myself not to run after him.

After several cups of coffee (and too many cinnamon rolls) I went for a jog along the river path to burn off the calories, then to a day spa and treated myself to a steam bath, a long mud soak, and massage. That evening, after a delicious dinner I called Audrey.

She was delighted to hear from me and we talked for hours. We arranged to meet for lunch the next day.


She drove up from the city and came to my room. We hugged and she astonished me by dragging me to the bed and pushing me backwards until I fell onto it. She knelt at my feet, yanked my skirt up and buried her face between my legs.

“My God!” I gasped. “Arent there any lesbians in Knob Hill?”

“Tons of them,” she said. Her voice was muffled as she nuzzled the crotch of my panties, “But none that I want to be with.”

“All right,” I laughed. “If youre going to do that at least let me take my clothes off. I dont want to ruin my dress.”

“Good idea.” She stood and slipped her dress over her head. She wore a bra but no panties.

When we were naked we threw ourselves on the bed and made wonderful sweet love. After about ten minutes she raised her head from my pussy.

“Can I ask a favor?” she said shyly.

“Of course.”

“Would you be a mistress over me, just for today?”

“Anything for you.”

She jumped out of bed and opened her purse. She took out four coils of rope and offered them to me.

“I didnt bring a whip,” she said. “But maybe you would tie me up?”

I tied her wrists and ankles tightly to the bed. Audrey gasped in delight when I tugged the ropes as tight as I could. A little tear rolled out of her eye.

“Oh how Ive missed this,” she said softly.

I kissed the tear away, and then I kissed her pussy.

I made Audrey come. I used every bit of my skill and imagination and I hoped I could get her to faint with ecstasy.  

And she did.

While she slept I cleaned up, then sat and watched her. She woke after half an hour and raised her head.

“That was wonderful,” she whispered. “Can I do that to you?”

“Later,” I said. “But for now, were going to lunch. Im starved.”

I untied her and she washed up. She slipped into her bra and took a pair of panties from her purse.

“Hold it,” I commanded. “Spread your legs and stand still.”

She looked at me in curiosity but obeyed, then giggled when she saw what I was doing. I knelt and tied a length of rope around her waist, then ran a strand of it between her legs. She squeaked when I tugged the rope tight. I stood up.

She walked to the mirror and looked at herself.

“I dont think I ever wore anything like this at the farm,” she marveled. “None of the crotch straps actually went inside.”

“It does look sexy,” I said, admiring the way the rope disappeared between her labia.

She rubbed her legs back and forth. “Feels sexy too.”

“Put your dress on,” I told her, “But no panties.”

“I dont know,” she gasped. “If I go out in public like this Ill be sopping wet in minutes.”

“Youre already sopping wet,” I said.

“I know, but my dress will be soaked and everyone will see.”

“Oh, all right then. Put your panties on.”

“Are you going to wear a pussy rope too?” she asked.

“Yes, and you can put it on me.”

She knelt and tied a rope between my pussy lips, then we finished dressing and went out.

We walked several blocks to the restaurant.  I enjoyed the stroll but Audrey seemed to have trouble concentrating.

“My Lord, the way youre acting youd think youve never worn harness before.”

“Not like this, and definitely not in public,” she said glancing at other pedestrians. “I feel like everyone knows what Im wearing.” 

“How do you like it?”

“Its fantastic, but Im afraid that Im liable to collapse into a giggling heap on the sidewalk.”

“The next time we get together Ill bring you a set of crotch harness.”

“That would be lovely, but wouldnt it show?”

“We have some that are designed to be worn under clothing,” I said. “The straps are very thin and flat, and they close with Velcro instead of buckles, nice and tight and no tell tale bulges under your skirt.”

“That sounds wonderful.”

“You cant pull a plow wearing that kind of harness, but you can wear it to the opera and no one will know.”

“Now that sounds very erotic,” she said. “Do you like the opera?”

“I love it.”

“Will that kind of harness hold a dildo in place?”

“Yes.”

“How about two dildos?”


We found a charming café for lunch. Audrey chose a wine and when it arrived the wine steward recognized her. He made a big deal of greeting her and everyone turned to look. The manager came out and he also knew Audrey.

“I had no idea you were here,” he said. “I would have met you at the door.”

“Its all right Dimitri,” she said. “I didnt have a reservation; it was a spur of the moment decision.”

She introduced me as a friend from the East coast. The manager, headwaiter, and wine steward hovered over us. The meal was delicious and the wine turned out to be from a vineyard that Audrey owned. We had a delightful time, but I noticed that Audrey seemed to have trouble sitting still (that pesky rope through her pussy!)

Audrey is quite well known and a well-dressed couple came by the table to pay their respects. Audrey and the lady made kissing noises an inch from each others cheek and the gentleman bowed over her hand. Audrey invited them to join us and they sat down. I was introduced and when the gentleman politely asked what I did I told him that my family raised thoroughbreds.

The woman chatted with Audrey but managed to maneuver a bit of politics into the conversation. She hoped Audrey would help out with a bill at the state senate. Audreys smile grew faintly frosty.

The couple knew the rules and excused themselves after a few minutes.

After lunch we went for another stroll, did some shopping then had coffee. I took her to the coffee shop, and the same young man waited on us. I hoped that the gentleman would be there but no such luck. (It was probably a good thing that he wasnt there, because wearing that pussy rope made me so horny that I probably would have found a way to let him see it). We took a booth facing the counter and I tried to behave myself, but somehow my top button seemed to open itself. I had taken barely two sips of coffee before the young man was refreshing my cup (and peeking down my blouse).

I whispered to Audrey about my fantasy from yesterday.

“How would you like to be tied to a bed at the mercy of a nineteen year old?” I teased her.

“I think it might be fun to serve as a training aid,” she chuckled. “Do you think the other man might come back?”

“I cant say. We might have to settle for that young man.”

She looked at him appraisingly. “I dont know, with a youngster like that youd probably have to tell him what to do.”

“Oh, Im sure he knows what to do,” I laughed.

“I meant Id probably have to teach him how to whip me properly,” she said. “He looks like a nice boy and I expect he would have qualms about torturing an old lady.”

“I bet we could talk him into it.”

“Hmmm, do you think he could handle both of us?” she mused.

“At his age? Of course he could,” I laughed. “And if not he could always call a few of his buddies.”

“But hes so nice,” she protested. “He looks like the type of decent young man you hope your daughter will bring home.” 

I slipped my hand behind her back, grasped her pussy rope and tugged on it. She couldnt resist a squeak and spilled her coffee.

The young man rushed over to wipe the table. I kept the pressure on her pussy while he refilled our cups, then smiled sweetly at him. The instant he turned his back I yanked again.

“You are going to make me have an orgasm,” Audrey whispered embarrassedly.

“You asked me to me a mistress over you, remember?”

“Oh, yes. So I did,” she said. “Thank you Lady Beth.”

I yanked again. She fought hard to keep her composure.

“So should we invite him to the hotel and break him of all his good habits?” I asked when she was calmer.

She thought about it for a few minutes. “Its tempting, but we probably ought to behave ourselves.”

“Spoilsport, but Im going to give him a nice peek up my skirt before we leave.”

“Ok, I will too.”

We were sitting side by side on a bench. When the clerk wasnt looking I slid my skirt up a few inches and allowed my legs to open. When he looked our way his eyes lit up. I talked to Audrey pretending not to notice. Audrey went one better.

She spilled her purse off the table and opened her knees very wide while she reached down to pick everything up. Somehow she managed to do that gracefully and still give the boy an eyeful. He gave up any pretense of good manners and stared openly. Audrey gave me a tiny smile of victory when she finally straightened up. She smoothed her skirt and gave him another five second peek, then crossed her legs demurely.

Neither of us looked at him, and when it came time to leave I yanked my legs wide, wide apart as I slid away from the table. I pretended to get stuck for a moment and had to push myself off of the bench. I hoped that he saw the rope between my lips, and with any luck he might have even seen my brand.

He rushed to hold the door for us.

“Thank you,” Audrey smiled sweetly, brushing his arm with her breast.

“My pleasure ma am,” he croaked, red faced. “Come again.”

“I certainly will,” she said seductively. “What a nice young man,” she commented as we walked away.

“Are you sure you dont want to invite him to the room?” I asked when we were out of earshot. “We could tie him to the bed instead of the other way around.”

She raised her chin firmly.

“Just think how sexy he would look in pony harness,” I whispered evilly.

Audrey stopped in her tracks. She turned and looked back at the coffee shop. The clerk was still watching us from the doorway.

“Ive never tied anyone up,” she mused, “But wouldnt it be delightful to have that sweet boy at our mercy?”

“We could force him watch us make love,” I crooned.

She started back toward the coffee shop. I laughed, grabbed her arm and pulled her away.

In the end we went back to my room and Audrey tied me to the bed. She nestled comfortably between my legs and her tongue drove me absolutely wild all evening. I pretended that the young man was watching.






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