G2-Story-043-One Pound Pony-I

Gabrielle Aston, a slim, very attractive year old blonde bank clerk, had been an enthusiast for horses and horse riding for as far back as she could remember and had been making her annual pilgrimage to first night of the week long International Horse Show for the past decade.

Watching the magnificent horses in the Parade Ring, she fell into casual conversation with a tallish, brown haired man of about her own age and it had only been when she had made a throwaway remark about the difficulty of getting a really good view of the main arena that he mentioned that he had a private box and invited her to view the remainder of the events from there. She had been doubtful, wondering whether he had an ulterior motive for the offer, but he seemed to be quite ordinary, even a bit diffident, and Gabrielle had reckoned that she would be perfectly safe in such a public place. Accepting his offer, she then watched an evening of show-jumping and dressage in total luxury, restricting herself to only two glasses of champagne just in case he was not the gentleman he appeared to be. However, he behaved throughout with perfect courtesy, even to the extent of inviting her to join him every evening for the remainder of the week.

She had hesitated, but not for long, and things had progressed rapidly from drinks, to dinner after the evening show and from a formal “Thank you” to goodnight kisses that quickly grew passionate. Matthew Torrance was twenty-seven, she twenty-six; he four inches taller than her five foot seven and his sense of humour blended well with hers, but his car was a Porsche to her Ford and his penthouse apartment much larger and much nearer than hers.

Within the week Gabrielle was in his giant bed and had found to her delight that he was a skilful and considerate lover whose enthusiasm for sex was a perfect match for her own. It was hardly worth her returning each morning to her apartment. On the last night of the Horse Show, they had been in his private box, drinking champagne and watching the final heat of the carriage-driving event when he made the casual remark that turned her whole world on its head. She was watchinhg a superb chestnut mare negotiating the complex sequence of gates under the skilled control of a driver seated on the small lightweight carriage. when Matthew had chuckled.

“Not quite, darling.” he chuckled a second time. “I was thinking more in terms of me doing the driving and you doing the pulling. I rather like the idea of you between the shafts instead of a horse.”

Gabrielle had been flabbergasted. The thought of such a thing had never entered her head, but the instant he said the words, she had had a sudden, vivid image of a girl ... a girl very like herself ... trotting around the giant arena below, securely fastened to a carriage with a pair of reins leading back from a bit in her mouth to the hands of a driver seated behind. Her eyes widened in astonishment and before she had time to frame any kind of reply, Matthew chuckled again.

“You would look absolutely fantastic, all harnessed up and trotting around in front of me.”
Jerking her eyes from the arena, Gabrielle stared at her grinning lover, acutely conscious of a hot glow of excitement in her belly when he met her gaze calmly.

“You can’t be serious.” she said slowly, but when he held her eyes with his own she realised that indeed he was.

“Why not, Gabrielle? I think it might be a lot of fun ... with the right woman, of course.”

She felt her cheeks begin to flush and dropped her eyes in embarrassment, stammering.

“And you think ... you think that I-I,” she stuttered, “might be the ... the right woman?”

He reached out and pulled her into his arms, then his lips descended on hers in a long, sensual kiss.

“I’m quite sure you could be,” he replied at last, holding her at arm’s length, “but that’s up to you, isn’t it? What do you think?”

“Well ... I suppose it could be fun, Matthew.” she answered cautiously. “What exactly did you have in mind? I mean, what would I have to do? And what would I wear? I couldn’t very well pull you through the streets in a carriage, now could I? And anyway, I don’t even have any idea what those things weigh. I might not even be able to pull one. Especially with you riding in it.”

“Hey, steady on, Gabrielle!” he grinned. “Let’s not get carried away here. You haven’t told me yet whether you’ll even agree to be my pony-girl.”

“Is that what I’d be? A pony-girl? I quite like that. It sounds sort of warm and cuddly, somehow. Like a teddy-bear.”

“Well, maybe just a bit.” Matthew had laughed. “So, what do you say then? Do I get myself a pony-girl or not?”

Gabrielle looked down to the arena where the chestnut mare was just completing the course, then looked back at her lover and gave a nervous smile.

“Let me get this absolutely straight, Matthew. You want me to let you put me in a harness and make me pull you around in a carriage, just as if I was a real horse, like that one down there?”

“Well, more of a pony, really,” he had corrected her, smilingly, “but yes, that’s the basic idea.”
Gabrielle thought about it for a few seconds, wondering why she found the whole ridiculous idea so peculiarly thrilling, then grinned back at him.

“I must be completely mad,” she told him, “but OK. If it’s what you really want, then I’ll try it. It sounds like it could be fun.”

“Oh, I’m quite sure it will be Gabrielle.” He nodded and chuckled and her belly gave a delicious kick when she agreed to do what he wanted.

He kissed her again then took her back to his apartment for a long, energetic bout of incredible love-making and she had found herself continually aroused by the mere thought of being harnessed with Matthew able to control her by just a simple tug on the reins she would be required to wear.

On a Friday evening, some weeks after the Horse Show, Gabrielle returned to Matthew’s apartment where as usual, he met her with a kiss and a gin and tonic. It was only after dinner when she was comfortably snuggled next to him on the soft couch, that he reached down to his briefcase and drew out a sheet of paper.

The moment she saw the document and the predatory grin that lit up her lover’s face, she suspected what he was going to say and felt a powerful ripple of sexual excitement, mixed with deliciously fearful anticipation, swirl through her belly.

Matthew nodded cheerfully.
“Mmm, it is. If you still really want to be a pony-girl, that is, Gabrielle. It’s your choice, you know? You don’t have to.”

“Then ... it’s settled, isn’t it? There’s just one little thing ...” Matthew chuckled, “This is a Bill of Sale, my sweet. It transfers ownership of Gabrielle Aston, a pony-girl, to Matthew Torrance, her new owner. It isn’t a legal transfer, of course, but if you sign it, I shall treat it as if it was. You will belong to me and I will have the right to train you in any way I choose. If you agree, sign and date it at the bottom.” He held out the document and a pen.

Gabrielle took the paper and began to read it, then paused and grinned at her lover.

“One pound?” she asked, looking at the figure for purchase price. “That’s pretty cheap for a pony-girl, isn’t it?”

“Ah, but you are untrained, Gabrielle! I thought it was a fair price, but you don’t have to accept it if you think you are worth more.”

“I’m quite sure I am!” she retorted, then giggled. “Oh well, in for a penny, in for a pound, I suppose!” and with a flourish of the pen, scrawled her signature and the date across the bottom of the page.

“Thank you.” he said and taking the paper from her, folding it carefully and placing it in his jacket pocket, then he handed her a gleaming pound coin. “As agreed, this is what I owe you, so take good care of it!” He paused and grinned wickedly, “You never know, one day you might want to buy yourself back from me.”

Gabrielle stared down at the shining coin in her palm and felt her nipples begin to stiffen and her sex moisten with desire, knowing that she was now ‘owned’ by her lover. She understood, of course, that the Bill of Sale wasn’t legally binding, but she had signed it and held the proceeds of her sale in her hand, so, technically, she supposed, Matthew actually did own her. Slowly, she raised her head to look up at his smiling face.

“I think it’s time my new pony-girl was harnessed!” he chuckled softly. “It just so happens that it was delivered earlier today. It’s in the bedroom. Shall we try it on you?”

“Mmm. You might have ... but you didn’t, did you? Come on, I can’t wait to see how you look.”

While she accompanied him to the bedroom Gabrielle’s excitement grew steadily higher, mixed with intense curiosity as to exactly what her harness would be like. The answer came in the form of a complex looking network of polished, black leather fastened with gleaming steel buckles ... and chains ... She stared open-mouthed at the equipment neatly arrayed on the duvet and Matthew chuckled again.

Stunned, Gabrielle walked slowly to the bed and inspected the pair of knee-length, high-heeled boots he had chosen, then picked up the shining black basque, her nostrils twitching to the delicious scent of new leather and eyes wide when she felt its heavy boning.

“This is all just beautiful, Matthew!” she said softly. “It must have cost a fortune.”

“I am quite sure it will be well worth it,” he replied, “and I’m even more sure you will be worth that pound I paid for you. Let me give you a hand to try it all on.”

Gabrielle needed no urging and quickly stripped herself naked, then sat on the bed, pulled on the boots and stood up.

“Wow!” she gasped, swaying slightly on the spike heels. “These are amazing, but a lot higher than I’m used to. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to wear them for you, darling.”

“I expect you’ll get used to them,” Matthew chuckled, “and they look great on you! Come on, let’s try the basque.”

Gabrielle picked it up and held the leather against her slender body while Matthew stepped behind and engaged the heavy-duty zip.

“Stand up straight and breathe in, honey.” and when Gabrielle obeyed, he tugged the zipper slowly upwards, encasing her in stiff and extremely tight, steel-reinforced leather from the top of her buttocks to her shoulder blades. It was only as the zip closed that Gabrielle realised that the basque left her buttocks and lower belly fully exposed with her breasts pushed forwards and up by its firm support, but not being covered in any way whatever!

“Oh, Matthew!” she began, but before she could say another word, his fingers slid around her compressed waist and captured her out-thrust nipples. A wordless gasp exploded from her when devastating jolts of electric arousal shot through her body and her instinctive response sent her own hands to his as if to pull his fingers away from her breasts.

“Uh-uh, pony-girl!” he chuckled happily. “We can’t have that! Ponies don’t have hands and neither do naughty little pony-girls.”

He released her breasts to pick up a long leather tube from the bed and Gabrielle stared at him with the leather in his hands and her belly burned with fierce heat when she saw the broad straps and heavy buckles stitched to the device.

“What the heck is that thing?” she asked wonderingly. “What are you going to do?”

“It’s called a single-arm glove and it will keep those fingers of yours out of trouble, my love.” Matthew answered with a grin. “Put your arms behind your back, please.”

Gabrielle licked her lips nervously, suddenly understanding what the device was for.

“I prefer to think of it as harnessing you,” he replied, “but, yes, the effect will be much the same.”

“But-but ... I’ll be h-helpless! I won’t be able to do ... anything!” Gabrielle protested, intensely aware of swirling heat in her belly as she visualised herself bound and defenceless before him.

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that!” he corrected her. “You’ll be able to do lots of things. You’ll be able to trot and canter and obey the reins as I train you to be a pony-girl. You just won’t have any arms. Like a real pony.”
He reached forward with his free hand and pulled her head towards him and as his lips met hers and his tongue probed her mouth with fiery passion, Gabrielle threw her arms around his neck and responded willingly, her tongue entwining with his to send still more arousal surging through her body. At last, Matthew broke away.

Gabrielle gazed into his smiling eyes, then turned and placed her hands behind her back.

“Well, I am a pony-girl, aren’t I? You paid for me and it’s not for an owned pony to decide, now is it?” and she turned her head to grin back over her shoulder at her lover. Matthew gave a great bark of laughter, then advanced towards her.

“Quite right!” he agreed. “Now keep still and I’ll get on with it. Hands palm to palm, please!”
As Gabrielle complied, the one pound coin, her purchase price, slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor. Matthew bent and retrieved it.

“Careful, pony-girl!” he grinned. “If you lose this, you won’t have anything to buy yourself back from me, will you? Don’t worry, I’ll hold onto it until we sort out somewhere for you to keep it.”

“OK.” Gabrielle agreed, then giggled. “Maybe I won’t want to buy myself back, darling.”

With that, he began to fit the leather tube over her hands and to her surprise, Gabrielle discovered that the bottom end of the tube was not, as she had assumed, open, but was a reinforced bag into which her extended fingers fitted snugly, sliding deeply into internal gloves so that she couldn’t even touch them together. A broad leather strap drew tight around her wrists and as Matthew fastened the buckle, she found herself bound and unable to clench her fingers or even separate her palms. Only then did she begin to feel just a little bit nervous when it dawned on her that she was a real prisoner and now entirely dependent on Matthew. She trusted him, of course, but even so ...

“Um, Matthew, darling?” she asked softly when he went to the bed and selected a pair of buckled cuffs. “Can we talk about this for a second? I’m not ... not quite sure I really like all this and I’m a bit ... well ... scared.”

“Trust me, honey. I know what I’m doing.” he reassured her calmly. “Now, put your legs together and just relax.”

Gabrielle hesitated, then did as her lover requested, her even white teeth nibbling at her lower lip when he buckled the straps firmly around each of her thighs, an inch or so above her knees. By the time she realised that each cuff had a ring inset into the leather and that he had locked them together with a steel clip, it was far too late for her to protest that she did not want her legs bound. Just how far was he going to take this, she wondered and how much more helpless did he intend to make her? He rose to his feet.

“And now, pony-girl,” he said slowly, his lips curving into a ruthless smile that sent a shiver rippling up Gabrielle’s spine, “its time for you to feel a bit between those pretty lips of yours.”

“No.” she gasped squeakily, “No, Matthew. Please, darling! I-I’ve changed my mind. I really don’t th-think I can be a-a pony-girl for you. Just ... just let me go darling, then you can make love to me, if you like.”

“Oh, I do like!” he told her flatly, “However, I shall be taking you, rather than making love to you. You don’t seem to understand yet, pony-girl, but I now own you. I bought you for a pound and I can and will do anything I like to you ... and with you. Believe me Gabrielle, you are my pony-girl and you will obey and serve me in any way I command. I fully intend to enjoy your body and there is nothing you are going to be able to do to prevent me from doing so.”

The words, so calmly spoken, brought a low moan from Gabrielle’s lips when she heard Matthew’s plans and realised that he was perfectly serious. Incredible though it seemed he really intended to hold her captive as his pony-girl and as Gabrielle’s brain spun and reeled to the implications of what that might mean for her future, he turned and picked up the bridle and bit from the bed. For an instant she froze and simply gaped at the steel and leather in his hand, then turned in panic-stricken flight towards the door of the bedroom only to find that with her knees hobbled an inch apart, teetering on high heels that unbalanced her, and with her wrists bound behind her back, her headlong dash for freedom was reduced to a slow and clumsy shuffle that would have been hard put to outrun a tortoise. Before she had covered even a quarter of the distance, Matthew was already leaning his back on the closed door, the bridle and its bit dangling from his hand and a smug smile on his face. She stared desperately around to see if there was some other way to make her escape, but there was none and as her frightened gaze returned unwillingly to his face, his smile slowly faded to a cold, hard stare.

“All right.” he said quietly. “You’ve had your little bit of fun, but now it’s time to get serious. Stand still and open your mouth.”

He spoke firmly, his eyes glittering with menace and when Gabrielle read the determination written on his face, she sought desperately for some way to persuade him to set her free.

“Oh no, Matthew! Please don’t put that-that thing on me! I’m begging you, darling!” she pleaded, “Look, I tell you what ... How about I promise to do whatever you tell me, anything you want, and we just forget about me being a pony-girl?” She hesitated, then hurried on when he remained unmoved. “You could even-even keep me t-tied up for a while if you like. It might be f-fun as I’ve never d-done it like that before.”

“Hmm.” he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “I don’t know. I paid a whole pound for a pony-girl, you know?”
“I’ll pay you back!” Gabrielle babbled without thinking, then her eyes opened wide and her jaw sagged open when she remembered.

“OK.” he nodded. “It’s a deal. Pay me back right now and I’ll let you go.”
The pound coin winked and glittered in the lights when he spun it into the air and caught it in his hand. Gabrielle shuddered in despair, knowing she was trapped.

“But ... you’ve already got it!” she whispered hopelessly. “I can’t pay you back because you’ve already got it!”

He leapt forward, seizing Gabrielle before she could move and when her mouth opened in the beginning of a scream, he thrust the rubber-coated steel bit deep between her stretched jaws, holding it in place with one strong hand while the other tightened the first buckle behind her neck, under her long blonde hair. Bound at wrists and knees, Gabrielle had no chance against him and while her attempts to scream and protest died to nasal whimpers and wordless grunts, he tightened further straps under her chin, over the crown of her head and around her forehead. Each one drew the cranked steel bar deeper into her mouth and more tightly down over her trapped tongue, making all of her protests incoherent.

By the time he stood back to admire his handiwork, Gabrielle was utterly incapable of intelligible speech, her lips stretched by the bar of the bit protruding from the corners of her mouth. Large steel rings were mounted at the ends and were pressed tight against her cheeks by the strap encircling her head.

“That’s much better, pony-girl!” Matthew nodded in satisfaction. “You’re starting to look the part and as soon as you learn to whinny properly, you will sound it as well.”

Gabrielle was terrified at what he had done to her, but she was also furious and as he grinned at her, she threw her head from side to side, fighting to eject the horrible, gagging bit. To her despair and horror, Matthew laughed.

“Terrific, Gabrielle! Do that again. You look exactly like a real pony when you toss your head like that. It’s just what a pony does when it feels a bit in its mouth for the first time.”

That was the moment when the blonde understood that there was to be no escape and as the reality of her plight sank in, she fell to her knees on the soft carpet and her eyes filled with hot tears of shame and misery. They did her no good, for as she knelt weeping, her lover ... her owner ... buckled another set of cuffs on her ankles and locked them together, then pushed her down onto her belly and began to work the heavy leather tube up her arms. It rose higher and higher, past her forearms, past her elbows, up to the middle of her biceps and Gabrielle gave a high-pitched squeal of anguished discomfort when the heavy duty zip was drawn closed, clamping her arms together until her elbows met and her limbs became a single, uncomfortably stressed column behind her back. Now, when it was far too late, she understood why the device was called a single-arm glove.

Two long straps were passed over her shoulders, crossing over her chest above her breasts then back beneath her armpits to buckle, holding the tube firmly in place and ensuring that there was no way she could slide the glove down to release her arms. When he lifted her to balance on her knees, she whimpered in terror and stared numbly down at her vulnerable, proffered breasts, knowing that she could never hope to free herself.

“Welcome to your harness, pony-girl.” Matthew was unmoved by her anguish. “Raise your head and look upon your new Master.”

Gabrielle shook her head. She would not ... would not ... give him the satisfaction. She knew he could force her if he chose ... he was far stronger and she was helpless, but she would never, never, never obey him!

“Head up, I said, pony-girl!” he demanded, but Gabrielle would not and when she heard him turn away and walk to the wardrobe, she dared to hope that her resistance would show him just how much she hated being bound and humiliated like this, She would show him that she would never give in.

Her hopes lasted for just one second longer than it took him to return, for as she knelt head down, she heard a thin whistling sound then a loud “Crack!” when a riding crop slashed across the fronts of her unprotected thighs. Instantly, searing heat exploded through her flesh and when her neck jerked back in response to the furiously stinging stripe that blossomed across her smooth skin, a second equally hard lash followed the first. Squealing in shock and pain, Gabrielle stared in wide-eyed terror at the crop in Matthew’s hand.

Gabrielle had learned that for a harnessed pony-girl, it was an act of the sheerest folly to attempt to thwart a Master’s wishes. With her thighs blazing with furious heat, she stiffened her spine and held her head erect, her mind in turmoil while she fought to come to terms with his now revealed ruthless cruelty.

“That’s better.” he told her casually. “You see how simple it is, pony-girl? I give an order and you obey it. If you don’t ... I punish you. That’s all there is to it. Now, let’s see if you’ve got all that clear. We’ll start with something easy.”

Tucking the crop into his belt, he reached forward with both hands and Gabrielle squealed shrilly when her taut breasts were captured. His fingers and thumbs rolled and squeezed her presented nipples and she writhed and shuddered, her blonde hair flying while she jerked and twisted against her tight bondage in frantic efforts to evade the unwanted and frighteningly powerful jolts of arousal that surged through her. Matthew frowned.

“You were not given permission to move, pony-girl, nor to lower your head! Ah well, I have something to help solve that little problem.” To Gabrielle’s helpless horror he strode to the wardrobe and returned with a tall, heavy circlet of shiny black leather. “I was going to spare you this posture collar until we reached the farm,” he said calmly, “but I suppose now is as good a time as any.”

With swift, deft movements placed the collar about her slender throat. When the collar, some four inches tall and boned with steel like her basque, was clamped firmly around her neck and buckled into position, Gabrielle found that her head was virtually immobilised. A padded cut-out beneath her chin preventing her from turning and the rigid boning forced her head to remain erect. From behind, she heard the clinking of metal and a wail of anguish leaked past the thick bit-gag when a gleaming chain was clipped to a ring on the rear of her collar and tensioned until her head was arched back as far as her posture collar would permit. The chain was clipped to the ring on the finger end of the single-glove restraint binding her arms and she could only gaze frantically upwards when Matthew strolled around to smile down at her stringently bound form.

“Let’s try that again, shall we?” he asked cheerfully. Once more his hands descended to her breasts.

Now though, Gabrielle was unable to avoid or resist his touch and as his fingers and thumbs caressed, fondled and rolled her defenceless nipples, she could only gasp and whimper in helpless need when the tender buds began to stiffen and engorge in response to an arousal she was powerless to prevent.

“The first moment I saw you, I wanted you, Gabrielle.” Matthew informed her. “I knew you’d look great in bondage and I was right. I decided right there that I’d have you as my pony-girl and it was only a question of when and how I’d do it. But then, of course, we saw that carriage driving, didn’t we? As soon as you didn’t freak out when I mentioned the idea of you pulling a carriage, I knew.”

He grinned down into her bulging eyes, his fingers never ceasing to toy with her now-rigid nipples.

“And ... here you are, well on your way! This is only the start, of course. Soon, I’ll take you out to the farm and we can begin your training in earnest. It’s all ready for you and I can’t wait to see how quickly you adapt to the reins and the whip. I’ve estimated three months, but if it takes longer, it doesn’t really matter. I have all the time in the world and it’s not as if you’ll ever be leaving, now is it?”

Gabrielle’s wide blue eyes filled with stunned disbelief when she learned that her captivity was no accident, but the culmination of a carefully laid plan and while he explained that her training would be a minimum of three months and she understood that she would never again be free, her belly gave a spasm of incredible power and she felt a spurt of hot juices gush into her sex. She was appalled by the betrayal of her body and tried to deny the shameful excitement his words sparked, but her all-too-evident response had been seen by her Master. His fingers thrust into her belly and probed the slick, wet tissues of her most intimate recesses and Gabrielle could not prevent the instinctive contractions of her internal muscles or the continual flowing of her juices while her body surrendered to the intensely shocking and erotic images her brain conjured up.

Unless she could somehow escape, her future would that of a harnessed pony-girl, bound in leather and steel as a permanent captive, her body at the mercy of her ruthless Master and his riding crop. She was doomed forever to a life of bondage, submission and sexual slavery and from deep in her throat came a wordless scream of total horror when her Master wrenched a full orgasm from her quivering body. Her juices flooded down to bathe his embedded fingers in liquid heat, and Gabrielle’s belly once more spasmed and pulsed with enormous power. She was in the throes of her first climax as an owned, female pony.

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