Chapter 4
The days that followed were much the same. I delighted in them, particularly as I had now learned my lesson and didn’t earn any more remedial punishments such as the cane or the blinding bridle. I could now look directly ahead of me during the practice trots and gallops around the track without the temptation to look sideways at Black Beauty or Little Cock or the other ponies overwhelming me.
Not that I didn’t still delight in their bodies, mind. Just that I looked at them at other times. When we were being cleaned under the hoses in the recess, feeding from the bowls on the floor, in the gymnasium, and then of course I had all the time in the world to watch Little Cock as he posed outrageously to me during that last hour of the day, his cock, small and all as it was, hard and jerking up and down in the empty air in front of him as he jerked his loins back and forth, flexed his beautiful biceps muscles as well as all the rest of his delightful, though small physique.
For all his small stature, he was remarkably fast on the track. I think he was incredibly strong and as he passed me at a gallop, I could see the way his beautiful thigh muscles bunched and corded (yes, it was possible to see the others even if I had learned not to turn my head).
But my week there was over all too soon and on the Sunday, Sebastian came back to pick me up. He came early in the morning and strolled around the gym, watching as I performed at the various exercises and then he went and had lunch with his cousin. In the afternoon he came back and sat on the rail with Arthur Scott, watching as I pounded around the track, still stark naked of course (and still relishing it), my times already much better than on my first day, and my style, particularly at the so difficult trotting gait, also much improved.
I didn’t get to speak to him until we were in the car going home but I sensed his pleasure at my development as a pony-girl as he watched me during the day. Then, late in the afternoon, he came to my stall and after watching as my clit ring was removed (and handed to him), he passed my clothes in to me. I dressed in some disappointment, I can tell you. That week had been marvellous and now I faced a return to the humdrum life of a law office, even if it did mean I would get to be with Sebastian during the day as well as some nights.
In this regard I was rather torn. I really did delight in my life as a slave - as a pony girl whose every action was regulated and controlled and who was being trained under the whip and cane to be better, faster and absolutely precise in her every motion. On the other hand, I had missed Sebastian a great deal. I knew I was in love with him and wanted to be with him all the time. It was a vexing question and one I really had no answer for.
“Well, Mercedes? And what have you decided?” he asked as we headed down past the castle towards the main gate.
I looked at him, seeing his so handsome profile and a wash of love, and worry, passed right over me as I thought of the riddle again. “Oh, Sebastian, you can’t know how much I loved it - but also how much I missed you ... I want so much to be a permanent part of those stables - to be owned by you and raced in front of all your friends - but I also want to be near you; in the office but also on our wonderful dinners and dances ...”
He reached over and patted my thigh in his so endearing way then turned and smiled at me before looking back at the road. “But you can’t have both, is that it?”
“No. I can’t have both ... Oh, how to choose? What does you father say?” I asked suddenly.
“He will leave it up to you and me but particularly you. It really has to be your decision, you know.”
“Can’t you help me?” I said plaintively.
“Of course. All I can, but the final decision must still be yours. You will be giving up the law, probably forever...”
“And you? Will I be giving you up, too?”
“Oh no. I love you, Mercedes. If you hadn’t embarked on this course I was going to ask you to be my wife. I still will, when all this is over.” He paused and smiled across at me again. “It’s up to you, though. If you abandon this plan now and accept my offer of marriage, we will set up house together in London and I will purchase a country house somewhere near here and then you will be able to rule over our own stables of pony girls and boys.”
What a tempting offer, I thought. What did he really want of me, though? I knew from looking at the sparkle in his eyes as he had watched me this morning and afternoon, that he too delighted in me as a pony girl. What I wasn’t sure about was that he, as a member of England’s aristocracy, could parade me about semi- and then stark-naked as a human pony - and then later marry me and present me to his friends and relations as his wife - and would I be able to hold up my head to those of them who had seen me perform as a naked pony girl?
I said so.
Again he smiled, those little crinkles about the corners of his mouth, curling up in that boyish way that made me feel so wonderful. “Do you think I care one whit for what they think, Mercedes? I am proud of you in whatever capacity you are at the moment. In any society, right now, you are a credit to your parents and to yourself. You carry yourself with exactly the right bearing, neither subservient nor bombastic and you do it just as well with the duke as with the waiters in Claridge’s. No, if you do decide you want a life as a pony girl for a while, I have no doubt that when that life is over, you will walk down the aisle in the cathedral over yonder with as much aplomb as if you were born to the greatest family in England.”
“Oh Sebastian, I do love you,” I said softly, reaching over to touch his hand. “All right, then if the choice is mine, I want to go back there. Perhaps we might go back to London for this one night, which I hope will be in your bed - and then I would like you to take me back to the castle tomorrow morning - very early, so you can be back at the office in time to start work.”
He grinned again. “Oh I think Father will forgive me a day, or at least a morning. Yes, then we will dine at Claridge’s, as I have booked us in there and of course we will make love afterwards. We will then sleep in and later in the morning I will return you here.
“You will then be my pony slave. You will be trained rigorously and eventually compete - even up to Stage Three, stark naked and with the so indecent dildos up your bottom and your delightful sex ...”
His words were harsh but I knew he was giving me one last chance to pull out and go back to my humdrum life as a law student - at least until we were married. But even with the wonderful picture he had painted of our married life and even of our new human pony stables, I knew I had to get this craving to be shamed and humiliated as a pony myself out of my system and so I merely turned to him and agreed.
“Of course, Sebastian,” I said meekly but grinning wickedly up at him.
The dinner was wonderful. And so was the at first soft and gentle sex in his bed afterwards. I couldn’t get enough of his wonderful body but of course now I compared it with that of Black Beauty, Little Cock and the other boys in the stables and Sebastian came up just as good as them. I realised now that he must spend a lot of time punishing himself in the gym and I resolved all over again to work even harder when I was back at the castle, to get my own body as good as his was. Not that I was any slouch, mind, just that I wanted to be the very best that was possible.
Our sex started soft but it gradually developed into a war zone, with both our bodies going at it hammer and tongs, our skins slick with sweat and our breaths ragged as we struggled to get just that tiny little bit more pleasure from each other.
Sebastian is as good a lover as they come - at least in my limited experience. He enjoys it himself of course but he is also considerate of me and he always tries to bring me to multiple orgasms before the first of his own. He is a very virile man and can always manage three climaxes himself as long as he spaces it out. This means that our love-making goes on for hours - just as well we are both as fit and as strong as we are.
That night I clung to his body in the throes of the last of about ten orgasms, just as he was ejaculating the last of his seed into me. His chest was heaving and I revelled in the feel of his hot chest and belly muscles against mine while he kissed me passionately.
The next thing I knew it was late the next morning and Sebastian was up and dressed and staring down at my naked body amongst the dishevelled bedclothes. He had a tray with a rosebud, tea and toast and he sat on the bed as I hoed into the repast.
“Well, Mercedes? Any change of heart?”
“No, Sebastian,” I said, smiling up at him. “I really do want it - need it. I don’t know for how long but then, when it is over - and I will know when that is, if you still want me as your wife, then that is what will happen ...”
He leaned down and kissed me - softly, lightly and with much love and then, producing my clit ring, replaced it as if sealing the bargain. “So be it, then. All right, pony slave. Up you get. I have something else for you to put on ...”
I put the tray aside and, pushing the bed clothes off me, climbed out of bed to stand up, stark naked before him. His eyes raked up and down my body, taking in the shaven state of my vulva - and the ring that once more adorned my clit.
He picked up an item from the floor at the foot of the bed, where I couldn’t see it and held it up for me to see. I cried out in shame but then grinned as that shame washed over me and excited me in that now so familiar way.
It was a bridle! He laid its various straps over my head and then proceeded to buckle all the bits together, gently pushing the bit into my mouth and then tightening the buckle that pulled it right back, forcing my mouth open. I was still naked, apart from the bridle but he now clipped a leading rein to it and then headed towards the door.
I pulled back. Surely he had forgotten something? I raised me eyebrows at him pleadingly for of course I could no longer talk and gestured down to my nakedness. He pretended to a sternness and admonished me. “You are a pony, girl. You have no rights to privacy. Come on!” and with this he tugged at the rein and led me out of the apartment and along the passage to the lift.
I was terrified. It was eleven in the morning. All sorts of people could be about the very fashionable building and I was so naked, my breasts bare, my shaven vagina with its large golden clit ring, all so apparent to anyone.
We only met one person - down in the basement garage, but I was in a blue funk all the way down in the lift - that it would stop at another floor and someone would get in and demand of Sebastian what was what with the girl!
As it was, the woman - I suppose she was in her forties, took one look at me, sniffed, raised her eyebrows, smiled at Sebastian, and simply passed on. There is no doubt about the English aristocracy! It protects its own. As far as that woman was concerned, Sebastian’s business was just that - his.
I got into the car and then we were off, back to my wonderful world of pony slavery and the nearer we got to the estate, the wetter I became. Sebastian didn’t take the bridle off all the way and I sat there next to him, stark naked except for it, my legs open wide - for he had demanded that of me as soon as I had got into the car. “Open your legs, Mercedes - and keep them open. You have no right of privacy any more so make sure your sex is well exposed to everyone.”
He paused then, his mind obviously on something else and then he turned to me - and reached to lightly fondle my right breast for a moment. “Your name,” he said absently as his hand caressed the softness of my bosom. “Yes, that will do nicely ... Tingle Tits! How do you like the name?”
He smiled at me and then apologised. “Oh, sorry. Of course you can’t offer an opinion, can you? But yes, it fits you perfectly. Your tits do tingle as I feel them and the name has a nice ring to it - also nicely shaming for you, eh?”
I blushed as I stared at his so handsome profile. Tingle Tits? What a name! But he was right. It had made me blush and I felt another rush down in my loins as I imagined people screaming out that name at a race meeting. Of course, my stable partner, Little Cock also had a most shameful name so we would be a right pair, I thought ...
We arrived in the early afternoon and the viscount was on hand to welcome us. “So, she decided to make it permanent, eh Sebastian?” he said, grinning from ear to ear.
“She has, Milford, and I would like her trained as hard as Arthur knows how. Spare her nothing and make sure her bottom is well-striped every time she shows even the slightest departure from a full and total effort.
“I also want her permanently depilated. Shaving eventually coarsens the skin and I want her pubic area perfectly soft as well as totally hairless. I shall come down most weekends if I may, to see her progress and I am hoping we may be able to enter her in a Stage One race very soon.”
“If her progress last week is anything to go by, I’d suggest another week and she may well be ready for the next Stage One race meeting next Sunday. Ring me on Saturday and we can decide then, eh?”
Sebastian turned on his heel then and, without even a little wave goodbye, was off with his cousin to the castle for a drink before returning to London.
Arthur then took charge of me, returning me to Peter’s care and I was straight into it, returning after only a few hours absence from the stables to the rigours of its training regime.
Arthur took Sebastian at his word and he worked me harder than the others. I suspect they were trying to break me, to force me to admit that I had made a mistake and that I now wanted to return to Sebastian’s arms and accept his offer to be his wife - now and forthwith. I didn’t. I was made of sterner stuff than that but my resolve was really fuelled by my craving to be a slave - and a pony-slave at that.
But now they made it even harder for me. I knew Sebastian must have agreed or even designed this new humiliation but even then I relished it. That night, in the free period before lights out, I was brought out into the corridor and made to get down on all fours where the other seven ponies could all see me. Then Little Cock was brought out and ordered to ‘service’ me. I could see the distress on his handsome face but when they threatened him with a cane - and actually lashed his pert little buttocks with it a couple of times, he dropped down behind me and pushed his tiny weapon into me while laying his body along my back.
But even this shame didn’t faze me. The sex was nothing like with Sebastian. Indeed, I hardly felt it for the boy’s cock was so small as to hardly penetrate my vagina but the shame of the act was wonderful! You are confused? So was I but by that time I had come to realise how much that shame and humiliation we were constantly subjected to in that place really turned me on and I am sure it was the same for all the others there. I suppose it must have been the same for the other ponies I had seen at that race meeting a week ago although Sebastian had told me none of them were actually full time slaves or ponies and all had jobs of one kind or another. We were different. We were there full time - or at least for as long as the scene satisfied our cravings for humiliation.
I had now been put to service by another of the ponies - just as a mare would be in real life and the viscount and some of his friends had come down to watch - again just as they would with a real equine pony. The servicing of prize animals was always watched by the animal’s owners and they pretended to the same thing now, with me. Only Sebastian was absent and he later told me that while he had indeed hoped this might snap me out of it, he couldn’t bear to see Little Cock ‘raping’ me. It wasn’t really rape of course for I had tacitly consented to anything they wanted to do to me, but they pretended it was, just as they pretended I was being serviced for real.
They had made sure that I was on the pill, of course, and for double measure, that I was not at that time of the month but even so, the event was quite macabre - and to me wonderfully shameful. Indeed, the only thing I actually enjoyed in a physical sense from it was the feel of Little Cock’s superb body on mine. I couldn’t feel his cock at all, it really was far too small for that but I certainly felt his beautiful muscles and his velvet soft skin on mine as he moved up and down my back during the ‘servicing’.
He was just nineteen years old and in the full bloom of his youth - possibly the best age for any person as his skin was still that of an adolescent while his muscles, honed by years as a gymnast, were quite perfect - and I felt them all as he moved the front of his body up and down my back as I squatted down on all fours like a real equine pony being serviced.
The local gentry - or those of them into human pony training and racing, stood around and commented to each other as to my - and Little Cock’s prowess in the sexual area and my blush deepened as I listed to their prurient remarks:
“Excellent tits on the filly, Milford,” said one portly, red-faced gentleman.
“But just look at her muscle tone,” said another.
“The colt isn’t bad, either,” remarked a younger man, staring hotly down at Little Cock’s beautiful muscles as he continued trying to penetrate my vagina.
“Really well named, though,” said a woman in the party. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a smaller penis!”
“No,” said the portly squire, “might as well have him penetrate her rear passage, Milford, he’s never going to do any good with the other one ...”
I glanced up at them as this exchange went on and noted, with horror, that the viscount agreed with his guest and nodded to Arthur who now knelt down beside Little Cock, whispering new instructions to him.
Immediately, I felt his stiff little member poking at my anus and now he did indeed gain entry. Not that it hurt that much for his cock really was little in girth as well as length but I did feel it. What was bad was the idea of what he was doing. I had never been into anal sex - not with Sebastian and not with any of my previous lovers. It seemed horrible somehow and now that it was being ‘forced’ on me, I didn’t change my opinion.
It was horrible - and then I felt Little Cock come - right inside my rectum. It was only a small offering for his balls were as tiny as the rest of his genitals. I wondered if he lacked testosterone or some other male hormone and this had restricted his growth but then, as I looked at the rest of his so perfect body I knew this couldn’t be the case. It must just have been his genes, I thought.
It was over after that and he was pulled up and off me and tethered in his stall, as was I, after which the gentry left and we were alone again. There was no male strutting now, though. I suppose Little Cock was ashamed of what he had done to me and didn’t want to face me - and so I stood up, moved as close to him as my tether permitted and began to flaunt my body at him, partly to tell him I wasn’t holding him responsible for what had just happened but also because I adored his body and wanted to see him pose and strut before I lay down in the straw to sleep.
He grinned as he watched me and then stood up and copied my actions, his lovely little cock again rampant as he flexed his beautiful arm muscles and rippled his chest and belly for my pleasure.
And so from the next day, Tuesday, right through to Sunday, Arthur had Peter work me extra hard. They concentrated on me both in the gym and on the track, whipping my back and bottom on my circuits around the tanbark and exhorting me to harder and harder efforts in the gym.
On the last couple of days, they also had me wear the harness that hid my sexual organs from view, just to get me used to it, they said. And so on those days, I had on the attachment to the harness belt that concealed my sexual organs, although my breasts and bottom cheeks were still bare, of course.
I had worked hard all that week, as I had the previous one and I knew Arthur was pleased with my progress. Accordingly, he informed me on the Saturday that I was indeed to be entered into the next meeting of the human pony club, this one to be held at an estate some hour distant.
I suddenly remembered the means of transporting the ponies. The tiny trailers like those used to transport racing dogs with the frames inside them to keep us up on all fours throughout the journey. My heart raced and my libido jumped a mile as I imagine the shame of being pushed into one of these and then brought out in front of all Sebastian’s friends at the other end.
You think this craving I had for shame and humiliation weird? So do I but I can’t explain it. It must have been there all along, latent, until exploded into the light of day when Sebastian introduced me to this bizarre cult of human pony racing and from that moment on it demanded I assuage the fantastic lusts that had begun to attack me as we had driven home that afternoon.
And these lusts were still fuelling a libido that was getting more demanding by the minute. Take the so-called servicing of me by Little Cock. A week ago, if anyone had said I would willingly get down on my hands and knees to be raped by another man while a few dozen other men and women stood around and watched, some of them aristocrats, the remainder trainers and grooms, I would have been outraged. Would you believe I even harboured secret thoughts about being used as a vehicle to carry slave progeny for my ‘owner’ to take and train as another human pony, down the track, as it were?
Now I was facing being transported in one of the little dog caravans and then harnessed in full view of the human pony racing aficionados to race around a secret tanbark track while men and women bet on me - and I was thrilled to the core at it.
It was as shameful as I had expected. Sebastian was on hand to watch me loaded into the little caravan and I had to crawl in, keeping the longitudinal beam under my breasts and belly, reach down over the transverse bar near the front and move forward until my thighs came up to the other cross bar a foot or so behind the front one. I couldn’t now move much but in the compartment next to me I heard them loading Little Cock who was going to compete in the races as well. We had been muzzled, of course. Alone in the trailer, we could have talked to one another as we sped along the roads to the secret location and that was not allowed.
I could guess we had arrived when I felt the trailer bumping over the uneven ground where the cars were parked and then the door behind me was opened and I was directed by Peter to come out and stand up. Once more the shame flooded in on me as I looked around at all the strangers all staring at my nakedness but Peter soon had me in one of the rubber suits that would keep me warm until my race while Little Cock was taken to be harnessed straight away as his race was first.
The rubber suit hid very little but in the English climate it was necessary. I watched as they accoutred Little Cock in the harness that really only hid his tiny genitals and then they were in the saddling paddock and then lined up for the race.
He did very well. He was the smallest of all the competitors but he quickly took the lead and he held it right throughout. He was apparently quite well known for I heard them calling out his name as the race progressed.
Sebastian didn’t stand with me. I was held in a small yard against the inside fence of the track together with the other ponies while he was mingling with his friends on the outside. I looked across at him from time to time but he totally ignored me. That was proper of course. I was, to all intents and purposes, now nothing more than a pony, not even human, and they were all very careful to maintain this fiction on these days.
Mine was the third race - the first after lunch and while he and his friends ate the tantalisingly aromatic barbecue, I was taken by Peter and stripped naked, after which he put on my harness and took me to the saddling paddock where I was attached to my gig. The boy who was to be my rider looked so young but I knew appearances could be deceptive. He held his whip at the ready though and gave me a little wave as I was locked to his gig.
We were lined up and now my heart was going hammer and tongs. Would I be successful? Was my training enough? Did I have the stamina and the will to win?
Down came the flag and we were off. I was second to the rail and my jockey had intimated to me that he wanted me to get over to it as soon as I could. I had no reins, remember. That came only with the third stage of human pony racing and so he had to call out his instructions. I thought it odd, really. If we were ponies, why not harness us properly? But this was the way they operated and I was only a newcomer - ours not to reason why ...
Anyway, I leapt ahead, immediately exhilarated by the race and the challenge - the competitive spirit in me at once coming to the fore and I was able to pass my neighbour fairly quickly and move straight over to the rail, obviously a position of advantage. I wasn’t allowed to look around, of course, but I could swivel my eyes and I kept watch for any of the other five ponies coming up on my outside.
They didn’t. It seemed I had put on so good a pace from the beginning they were way behind but I didn’t know that - one of the reasons we were not allowed to look sideways or behind us during a race or even at training. And so both Little Cock and I were fortunate in winning our races, me for Sebastian of course, and Little Cock for his cousin, the viscount.
After the race I was taken by Peter, stripped naked once more and rubbed down, standing in the same shallow tubs I had seen a fortnight earlier and now I saw my former employer, Sebastian’s father, standing, watching me quizzically, a tiny smile at the corners of his mouth as he noted my exhilaration, both at my win but also at the whole scene.
“You seem to have fitted in very well, Tingle Tits,” he observed softly.
I was about to reply but then caught myself. Instead, I neighed, shook my head and then merely smiled at him. He reached out and fondled my now wet and so naked tits. “Ah yes, very well named ... Sebastian has done very well for himself, as I surmised, with his first human pony ...”
His son joined him just then and Mr de Veere repeated his comments to him.
Sebastian grinned. “I thought so, Father - and what a win, eh - and at her first try?”
“Yes, my boy, she has certainly done you proud ... How long d’you think she’ll want to remain a pony? I want some grandchildren, you know.”
So Sebastian had told his father of his intention to marry me, eh? I just smiled happily though while the man I now thought of as mine turned serious. “I don’t know. I suspect it may take quite a few months to work this craving out of her system. Really though, I don’t mind how long it takes. Your grandchildren can wait - she’s only twenty-two and she has plenty of time.”
The sun came out about then and Sebastian decided I wouldn’t need the latex suit and ordered Peter to leave me naked for the rest of the afternoon - as did the other ‘owners’ and so there were now around two dozen of us human ponies, all stark naked and tethered by our clit or scrotal rings in the paddock inside the fence while the races went on.
After the meeting, Sebastian drove to London and Little Cock and me were loaded back into the little trailer to be transported back to the castle. I went to sleep that night very well content with myself and my future.