My Time Pony Training -- slave girl sara
2019 - I was talking to a Mistress who had some horses on her homestead and I recalled an episode I had with being Pony Trained.
It entailed adults taking the place of the ponies.
Pony Training.
During my House Slave training with Sir Don and his sub wife Daisy he thought it a good idea to open my horizons by sending me for both puppy and pony training.
I was to be taken for pony training at a farm on the Yorkshire moors for a weekend.
He wanted to open my eyes to everything related, however loosely, to the DD lifestyle we lead and I was being trained in.
Sir drove me up to the farm through lots of old barns, most converted into huge homes.
When we arrived we parked in the area signed for owners.
He spoke to the lady at the farm for a while, she was the organiser of that month's meet.
Sir kissed my forehead I and waved goodbye and watched as he went out of the yard and down the white stoned track.
Wow it was so emotional for me, no idea why, I may have even shed a tear.
At least I was not going to be spanked and fucked all night and all the following morning, like home, was I?
A very smart young man spoke to the owner of the farm and then he walked towards me.
I was taken to a stable block, stripped naked and fondled which I obviously submitted to. He opened my mouth and pushed his fingers in to check my teeth, looked up my nose and into my ears.
Tits, nipples pussy lips and bummy, all must have passed, I was expecting a few slaps, but nothing, my trainer was very civilised.
I was loosely tied by my hands to a post; he proceeded to gently whip me and told me it would be what it would be like, so I would know what to expect if I did wrong.
I stood like a terrified young pony and turned as he put a few across my tits.
It was in no way severe, just a reminder I guess, and was not half bad to be honest.
I was kitted out with all manner of wonderfully smelling leather straps and what looked like a long steel mouth gag, a bit and bridleNipple Hooked, a lovely coloured blanket, but leaving my bottom and titties bare before being put into a stable, on my own.
I just sat on the blanket I had been given on a straw bale and waited whilst listening to others being brought into their own stable.
I was not kept waiting long, he returned and took me to a room labelled 'Tack'.
He put a piece of wood between my teeth, I knew something would hurt soon.
I did not have to wait long, what can only be described as like a fishhook was threaded onto each nipple.
He rubbed my pussy with the odd slap to spread the pain. He told me which ever tit was pulled was the way I was to go.
I cried when they went on and soon realised why my bottom was bare, for his crop.
He returned and put a thin rod in my mouth and fastened a rope on each end.
He had me running in a big circle, by this time a dozen or more arrived and the men and women had put the gear on their own ponies.
I was stopped and fastened to a fence when this woman brought her man horse over and they talked of breeding; I was examined all over again by her, tits, pussy, and teeth till they were satisfied.
The man then mounted me from behind and fucked me stood up.
I sort of pulled away, but the crop came out again across my tits and made me change my mind.
I was pushed onto all fours whilst he had his way.
I looked left and his trainer was knelt sucking my handler off.
The man horse thrust his cock into my mouth to fill me with his horsey cum.
My trainer commented how good it was to build strong bones in a pony.
I was left to rest with two carrots and four sugar lumps!
In the first afternoon I was taken to this small cart thing and fastened in, he sat on it and whipped my bottom with a long whip but I could not move it, I was not strong enough.
Again I got a whipping and was fastened outside my stable would you believe, with a loose-fitting hood thing over my head so I could not see.
I was fucked by every passing anyone and fingered by most ladies, well it felt like it.
Sir rang to see how I was doing, he was told all about my weakness, and how I was short of a good whipping, which I would get that evening.
Sir said I wouldn`t and he came to get me, so I did not have to stay overnight.