Chapter 9
PONY
Taking the interstate north, we quickly left the city behind. After about forty-five minutes I exited the highway for a two-lane country road. We passed the rolling hills of the great valley and started to climb into the mountains.
It was a glorious June day, . I was enjoying the day and the drive, and hoping to build her anticipation of what might come. She, of course, held a golf ball in her mouth.
At the top of a narrow pass between two green mountains, I slowed the car nearly to a stop and turned off onto a narrow gravel road. We took a rough bounce as our wheels left the pavement, then drove on followed by a plume of dust and gravel. After crossing a wooden bridge over a small stream, the road turned sharply and wound up the mountain face.
We were nearing our destination. I turned off the tape player. I waited, listening to the wind and the crunch of gravel under our tires.
"Strip," I said.
"Hhnnh?" My slave turned blind eyes toward me and cocked her head, questioning.
"Strip," I repeated. "Now."
She nodded, then slipped her hands up her back to release the clasp on her top, letting it fall in her lap. She stiffened, lifting her bottom off the seat and slipped her shorts over her hips and to her knees. Leaning forward, she pushed her shorts to the floorboard and kicked them off her feet. She dropped the tiny top next to her shorts.
"Knees wide," I said. She spread her legs apart, right knee touching the car door and left knee next to the gear shift.
"Hands behind." She slid her hands once more between her back and the seat. I slowed the car to survey her nude body. I never grew tired of looking at her. I could see she was growing more and more excited as we climbed the mountain. Her face and neck flushed and she trembled, barely. As we rounded each turn, she cocked her head from side to side, trying, I suppose, to pick up some sound that would give her a hint about where we were. I don't think she found any clues.
About halfway up the mountainside another, smaller, rougher gravel track split off from the one we were on. I turned into the side road and immediately stopped. A steel gate blocked the way about fifty feet in.
"Wait right here," I told her unnecessarily. She could only guess where she was within a hundred-mile radius and besides, she was nude and sight less. She wasn't going anywhere.
I opened my door and stepped out. I walked to the gate, fumbling briefly with my key chain, then finding the small key I was looking for. I snapped open the padlock, pulled it free of the hasp and swung the gate out of the way.
The family of a good friend and college classmate owned the land we were about to enter. When I had asked about visiting to camp or picnic, he happily gave me the gate key. "It'll help to have somebody check in on the place now and then," he had said. "I doubt we'll get up there at all this summer." He couldn't know how happy I was to have a private mountain to play on.
I pulled the car just inside the gate, then swung the gate shut and re-locked it behind us.
"Almost there," I said as I put the car in gear and started up the rough track into the woods. She nodded slowly and smiled around the golf ball. The road wound through the woods for a few hundred yards and ended in a small grassy glade.
I pulled the knapsack and cooler out of the rear of the car and walked around to the passenger side.
"Get out, " I ordered.
She swung her door open and tentatively probed the ground with one foot. Feeling soft grass under her toes, she stepped out, stood for a moment, then dropped slowly to her knees on the warm turf. She leaned far forward, pressing her face to the ground and crossed her hands behind her back. Her knees spread far apart and her fanny pointed straight up, exposing her open cunt and asshole to the woods. She was an odd sight, huddled in the sun on the grass, wearing only a pair of plastic wraparound sunglasses.
"Do you know what I have planned for you now, slave?" I asked.
"I think so, Master," she replied without looking up, "but I'm afraid to say."
ยด"Tell me."
"Yesterday you made...you had me try on blinders," she began, "like a race horse would wear."
"Yes, slut." ยจ
"You're going to use me as a horse, Master?" she asked. "I don't think I understand."
"You'll understand very soon. More precisely, you're going to be my pony," I replied. "My pack pony."
Yes, Master?"
"Now, what does a pony have that you don't?"
'"Hooves, Master?"
"I've thought of that, but we'll have to make do with your feet, slave. What else?"
"A mane, Master?"
I reached down and stroked the hair at the back of her neck. "It looks like you've already got a mane, little pony."
"Yes, I guess I do, Master." She spoke straight to the ground.
"Anything else?"
"A real pony has hair all over her body?"
"I think your skin will do just fine." I rubbed my hand slowly down her naked back, then trailed my fingernails back up to her neck. She shuddered slightly.
"There's one more thing I think you may be avoiding," I told her.
"I wouldn't do that, Master. I wouldn't avoid anything you want of me."
"Well?"
"Yes, Master," she said. "One more thing." She paused, seeming to think very hard, although I was sure she knew what I had in mind. "A tail, Master. Ponies have a tail and I don't."
"You're right." I smiled. "Ponies have long tails. Do you want a tail, my pony?"
She hesitated, then began, "Yes, Master. If it pleases you." She stopped, then began again, "Yes. If I'm to be your pony, Master, please give me a tail."
I opened the top of the knapsack and fumbled around inside, looking for her "tail." She cocked her head to the side, trying to pick up every sound.
"Where should I put your tail?" I asked as I continue searching. "How does a human pony carry her tail?"
"In my asshole, Master," she replied, with a sparkle in her voice that sounded almost cheerful. "I'll hold my tail in my asshole."
"Yes, you will." I found one, then quickly the second and the third of the items I needed. I held the big butt plug with the leather loop at its base and tied the handle of the short leather flogger to the loop with a short strip of leather lacing. Crouching behind her, I smeared the end of the plug with K-Y jelly and pressed it against her puckered anus.
Her thighs tensed and she pushed against the plug. I pushed back steadily. She moaned softly, almost inaudibly. The rubber plug disappeared inch by inch into her ever-widening hole. Finally, the widest part of the plug slipped through and her sphincter closed around the narrow base. I released her tail and stood. The whip handle and lashes hung straight down, the ends of the leather strips lying on the ground.
"Thank you, Master. I couldn't be a proper pony for you without a tail." Her hips and thighs wriggled and her whole body swayed as she adjusted to the plastic cone thrust into her bowels.
"Thank you," she whispered to the grass.
"Kneel up," I ordered. She swung her hands down off her back, pushed herself upright, then recrossed her hands behind her back.
"Do you know where we are, slave?"
"No, Master." She turned her head scanning the field with sightless eyes. "I know we're in the mountains somewhere. In a field. I see just a bit of grass below and the sky glows blue at the top of the glasses. There are trees around; I can hear them brushing in the wind. The sun's out; it's warm on my back.
"Does it frighten you, not knowing where you are?"
"At first, when you made me strip in the car. I didn't know who might be around." She bowed her head. "But not now, Master. You're here. I know we're alone. You won't let anything hurt me, Master."
