Ballet dancers need strong glutes and strong legs for all those amazing leaps, landings, and split jumps. We also need strong, tight abs to perform impressive physical feats like leg extensions.
That's why dancers do endless hours of practice and rehearsals and push themselves until they're drenched in sweat and they're sore all over.
Being a pony is similar in a lot of ways. Except, as a pony, I was kept constantly naked. And instead of choreographers, I had cruel women with riding crops telling me what to do. And, as a pony, I was often harnessed and forced to pull a cart.
My strong legs, strong glutes, strong spine, and abdominals served me well as I was forced to canter and gallop while pulling a cart. My main trainer was a woman naked Georgina. And if she were ever displeased with my posture or performance, she would correct me by using a buggy whip or a riding crop. Some might say that her methods were cruel, however, I improved rapidly under her tutelage and I soon became one of the most capable ponies on Victoria Wellington's estate.
I had only three days of pony training when Victoria put me in my first race against other ponies.
My arms were bound behind my back in a box tie. I had a harness affair strapped to my torso. The harness had two sturdy rings on either side. The carry poles were pushed through the stainless-steel rings on either side of my harness and brackets fitted to keep them from sliding back out.
Of course an anal plug with a horsehair tail was shoved into my ass, to make me look more like a real pony. The bit-gag, the blinders and the cock and ball harness were all cruel, but somehow it was that huge horsehair anal plug impaling my ass that I felt dehumanized me most of all.
"You'll be racing against Tom," Georgina explained as she prepped me for the race, "He's one of the fastest ponies on the estate. I wanted to start you off against Daniel, but Mrs. Wellington insisted that you race against her husband."
It still freaked me out that Victoria Wellington's husband was kept as a naked slave and forced to undergo pony training. Her husband was worked just as hard as any pony and whipped whenever Victoria was displeased with his performance.
Tom's main trainer was a Nordic woman named Erika. She didn't give Tom any special privileges. She forced him to train for hours and used a riding crop or buggy whip on his naked skin if he didn't live up to her exacting standards. And during races she whipped him vigorously with the buggy whip to urge him into running faster.
Tom's natural athleticism and Erika's ruthlessness in training him made Tom one of the most impressive ponies on the estate. I ran my best in my first race against him, but I still lost.
And despite the fact that I was a neophyte running against one of the fastest ponies on the estate, I was still punished for losing.
"You may remember I said life as a pony wouldn't be easy," Georgina said as she yanked the horsehair anal plug out of my ass, "You might have thought it was all about being athletic, but on Mrs. Wellington's estate, it's more about being abused and objectified."
I was certainly willing to believe her. After I was stripped of all my pony gear, I was ordered to assume the wall position so she could beat my already sore buttocks with a leather strap.
Then I was ordered to march naked, barefoot and with my reddened ass on display for everyone to see.
"Hands behind the back of your neck," Georgina snapped as she marched me past well-dressed guests and employees in riding gear.
I was marched into the back yard, past a botanical garden with a large water feature and told to halt when I reached a collection of life-size statues.
The statues were made of bronze and depicted both men and women. All of the statues were nudes, and all the male nudes displayed conspicuously erect penises.
"You will be bound here," Georgina declared, and she pointed to one of the male statues.
Obediently, I walked towards the statue. It was a statue of a naked youth of remarkable beauty. He had exquisite legs, sculpted abs and buttocks and an erect cock of impressive size. He was standing in inspection pose and his boyish face looked seductive.
Georgina and several of her co-workers marched me over to that statue and my naked body was raised up and settled onto the erect cock so that it impaled me. I let out a pitiful moan as I felt the intimidating cock thrust deep inside my ass. My legs were bound apart on the pedestal of the statue and my arms were pulled back and behind the statue's waist, where they were bound with rope.
I felt as if I were being raped by the statue and my own cock was as erect and hard as the bronze cock inside of me. I squirmed and whimpered in my naked bondage, but none of my squirming achieved any sort of positive result.
By the time I had been securely bound to the statue, a large crowd of spectators had gathered, and they found my squirming and whimpering to be entertaining. Some of them loudly encouraged me to continue my fruitless struggles. Others took photos of my humiliating plight.
My back was painfully arched, my anus was stretched wide open, that massive cock was deep inside me and my legs were bound wide apart. It was a degrading way to be presented to a large group of well-dressed men and women. And as I whimpered and struggled the crowd continued to grow.
It seemed to me that the ropes around my ankles and wrists were too tight. I was already in pain from how the ropes were cutting into my naked flesh, and the way that my legs were spread apart was indecent, especially with scores of respectable ladies and gentlemen gawking at my naked body.
I had assumed that this was sufficient punishment for me losing the race, but when Georgina walked away from my tormented nudity, another of Victoria Wellington's employees walked towards me and explained that my punishment was just beginning.
I think the employee's name was Taylor or Tyler or something. She was tall, blonde and athletic-looking and carried a riding crop in her hand and pointed it at people as she spoke.
She made eye contact with me and her eyes were beautiful, but cold. She gave me an intimidating stare that made me feel even more naked and helpless than before and then she spoke.
"Victoria's husband had won seven races in a row," she said, "Now, thanks to you, he's won eight. Victoria had hoped that you would break his winning streak, instead you've just added to his list of wins. You'll have to be punished for that."
I soon learned that my punishment was to be a sort of sexual torment. The tall woman with the cold eyes had brought five naked slaves. I recognized some of them, there was a beautiful, male slave named Lukas, there was also a beautiful, redheaded female slave named Chloe. I didn't know the names of the others, however all five were enticing in their beauty.
"You have caused Victoria Wellington a great deal of disappointment today," the woman with the riding crop explained, "She has determined that you should feel a great deal of disappointment today as well. Therefore, each of these slaves are going to keep your penis hard and painfully erect for hours, but not allow you any sexual release."
I felt a wave of fear wash over me, and then, just to make certain I understood the depths of suffering to which I had been sentenced, she added, "Each of these slaves has been trained in the art of sexual misery. They can work your cock into a frenzy and leave you on the edge of orgasm indefinitely."
The first slave knelt on the pedestal and took my cock into his mouth, sucking on the head and stroking the underside of my cock with his tongue. The throbbing in my cock soon became urgent and demanding.
I whimpered, and my body trembled. The tongue of the slave brushed across the head of my cock, but far too lightly. Each caress of his tongue across my swollen glans sent shocks of pleasure through my throbbing cock, my widespread thighs, and my abdomen.
I gasped and panted as my desperate cock was tormented. I was bound so securely and wide-open I could barely move. My helplessness meant that all I could do in response was tremble, make pathetic moaning sounds and pray for release.
Lukas was the second slave to work his mouth on my cock. I felt a sense of companionship with Lukas and it seemed wrong for him to torment me, however, he was a slave, just like me. He had no choice but to obey when a strong, authoritarian woman gave him an order.
At first, Lukas just stood there, his boyish face close enough to kiss. He stroked my nipple, brushing his thumb gently across it before kissing and sucking on my nipples softly, creating a tingling than began in my chest and worked its way all the way down to my loins.
And while a massive crowd of spectators watched, Lukas knelt before me, cupped my balls in one hand, grasped one of my thighs with the other and took my swollen cock into his mouth. I felt a deep sense of helplessness as my throbbing organ was enveloped in Lukas's mouth and suckled until I was a trembling, feverish, panting mass of unfulfilled lust. My desperate need for an orgasm became the entire focus of my existence. The throbbing in my cock intensified until I was certain I was about to ejaculate into Lukas's mouth, but then, Lukas backed off.
My cock twitched, and my eyes welled with tears as my orgasm was denied. I quivered and groaned and implored Lukas with a pleading look, but Lukas was just as much a victim as me. He was like me, a naked, helpless slave, subject to the cruel whims of the wealthy slave-owners.
Victoria Wellington and her employees were terribly cruel. They one named Taylor (or possibly Tyler) had her army of slaves torment me hours.
It was erotic torture, as one slave after another used their mouth on my cock until I was on the verge of exploding.
When Chloe was ordered to play with my body, I gasped and whimpered. I was naked, helpless bound and impaled deeply on a massive, bronze cock and I trembled as my cock throbbed and leaked precum. I felt so embarrassed, being so obscenely stretched out, panting, and sweating in sexual need, while well-dressed guests stood on the verdant lawn and enjoyed my humiliation.
"I love watching the way he struggles and suffers," a woman said as Chloe sucked on my engorged, aching cock, "He just looks so fetching."
"The way he suffers really enhances his beauty," another woman said in companionable agreement.
