The Pony Race

Chapter 11: Absence

*

In fact I was away for nearly three weeks but I spent it on a high.

Bryony sexted, pictures herself in the harness and then one of her wearing her tail. It was the same colour as her hair. 'i thought it was time you saw this' her text read alongside a lovely rear view, clearly taken in the kitchen with the tail hanging down between her firm thighs. The whipmarks I'd inflicted were fading. As well as the harness, she was wearing her boots though they weren't laced up because the new weighted ankle cuffs that went with the harness were quite bulky. There were wrist cuffs too; each a little over four pounds.

The next one was even better; she was down on all fours pulling the tail aside and showing me her lovely tight buttocks and the red lips of her pussy.

I couldn't wait to get back.

The texts stopped four days before my planned return which had then been delayed by nearly a week because I'd had a call from a mate of mine who coaches the hurdles team and really wanted some help for the upcoming games. I guessed Bryony might have been upset but it was an opportunity I couldn't pass up. I wasn't concerned and I certainly wasn't going to appear needy; she was clearly fine.

She wasn't.

The girl who met me at Plymouth station had short cropped hair and dark rings under her eyes; she was wearing a torn off white T-shirt and old tracksuit bottoms over her harness. She was thinner, the muscles in her arms clearly defined especially as she moved them with the added weight of the cuffs.

I could see she was wearing her nipple bridle too.

She was again attracting attention but in a completely different way.

I tried to hug her but she pulled away.

'I don't fucking believe it!' she said as she lead me to the car.

'What?' My heart sank. I realised I'd been a complete idiot. How could I have stood her up?

She showed me a letter lying on the front seat. It was addressed to her.

'This bit,' she said pointing at a paragraph she'd circled.

'...the committee believes this lewd act was demeaning to the Mares' Race and as a consequence for your act...'

She snatched it away clearly still distressed.

'What did you do?' I was relieved it wasn't my delayed return that upset her but I wondered what a contestant in a pony girl race could do to be reprimanded for lewd behaviour.

'That day we walked back from Cassie and Tom's...I was wearing my harness.'

'So?'

'It's not allowed.' Tears sprang to her eyes. 'The race is...sensitive. We're not supposed to go advertising it or we'd have the whole world turning up to watch kinky pony girls racing.'

That explained it to a degree.

'We're supposed to be discrete,' she continued. 'I know it's hard to believe... The tracks in the woods are fine but not in the village.'

'But, what...who...? Fawn?'

'No, not Fawn. She wouldn't use that sort of tactic.' Bryony paused. 'It was that bitch Brazen; those two girls who jogged past us. Remember? The one with the dyed hair.'

'But what's happened?'

Surely she hadn't been disqualified.

'I've been put at the back of the grid,' she said as we pulled angrily out of the car park with a screech of tyres that sprayed a cloud of dust and gravel in our wake.

It took me a while to find out that starting positions were assigned randomly unless there was some sort of penalty applied. We'd likely be starting in the third row, quite possibly two rows behind Fawn and with our progress obstructed by other competitors.

'And where the bloody hell were you when I needed you?' She shot me a look as we slewed off a roundabout onto the A38 and accelerated with a scream of engine noise.

*

It wasn't the most comfortable of journeys but at least we didn't crash or hit anyone.

I didn't say much, deeming it prudent to wait until we made it back to her farm where I could talk to her without the risk that distracting her would leave us both in a far worse state.

Finally, we skidded to a halt in her yard.

'I'm really sorry, I didn't come back when I planned,' I told her. I could feel tears behind my eyes. I knew I'd really failed her.

She looked at me red eyed.

'It wasn't your fault I was careless,' she said surprisingly tenderly.

Her face was pale. Her eyes red.

'Look you recon you can beat anyone except Fawn,' I told her. 'If she's at the back too then at least your level the rest of the field don't matter.'

'And if she's at the front?'

'Then you'll just have to put in a personal best.' I gave her my best 'coach voice'. 'You can do this.'

She sighed heavily but I thought I saw the flicker of a smile.

'Besides, you've got me back now.'

It probably wasn't the most tactful thing to say.

'I hope you haven't put on any weight,' she said rather forcefully.

'I've managed to lose six pounds and if I sweat beforehand I might get it down a couple more.'

She did smile at that.

'We'll do this!' I told her.

*

She'd promised me a fuck on my return but she walked straight towards the stables.

'We have three more weeks to train.' I called after her.

'I want to train now!' She shot back.

'It looks to me like you've been overdoing it.'

She admitted to double training and, as a consequence not following her diet.

'I'd say somebody needs a good spanking,' I said trying to lighten the mood.

She looked at me a little sadly and pulled down the jogging pants she was wearing.

'Is that...'

'My chastity belt.' She looked serious. 'Yes.'

Despite its significance, it was a thing of beauty; clearly designed for moving around in, overlapping steel plates and rubber padding; it was tight between her buttocks, rubber covered steel wire.

'Where is the key?'

'Cassie has it, like always,' she said in a slightly embarrassed voice.

'And will she give it to you?' I refrained from commenting again on the ongoing intimacy of their relationship.

'Probably not.' She clearly saw my distress and I thought her whole demeanour softened. 'Poor baby,' she said taking a step towards me and sliding her arms round my neck.

My cock gave its usual response.

'It's only three weeks,' I said with a sigh.

'Should have come back a week ago,' she said sharply.

I think I'd have preferred it if she'd kneed me in the balls to get her own back.

'Consider me fully chastened,' I told her, 'but if we're going to do this we do have to work together.'

'I know.' She kissed me on the lips pressing herself against me; I could feel the nipple bridle and the hardness of the steel belt.

'If you'd been here a few days ago, you'd have seen my lovely smoothly shaved pussy too. She rubbed her crotch against mine. 'Sooo smooth!'

'You have missed me a little then,' I ventured.

'No. I'm just reminding you what you've missed out on.' She still had her arms around my neck. 'Well, maybe I missed you a little.' Her right hand slid down to my crotch, worming its way into the top of my jeans. 'I am glad you're back and I did promise you a little present when you got back.'

'Oh?'

'Let's go to the bedroom,' she said with a smile that reminded me why I loved her so much despite our short acquaintance. 'But only for half an hour,' she warned me. 'Then we train.'

'Half and hour. Then we eat,' I admonished. 'After that we think about training.'

She glared at me, blue eyes defiant for a moment, then she yielded.

'Yes, Sir.' She peeled off her T shirt to reveal her body displayed in the harness with the rings around her breasts and the bridle on her nipples; she was much thinner, any trace of fat gone; she'd clearly been training harder than she should have for more than the last ten days or so; I might even be tempted to say that her breasts had shrunk. Combined with the short hair and the slightly haunted look in her eyes she gave the impression of a wild woman captured but by no means tamed.

As she lead me inside, I couldn't help thinking it was going to be an interesting three weeks.

*

'At least that can come off,' I said reaching for the steel bar imprisoning her nipples.

'Those are off limits too,' she said sternly.

'That's not going to be much fun.'

'It's not supposed to be fun,' she shot back. 'We're training. Now, do you want a final blow job or not?'

'How could I refuse such a gracious offer?' If she was still mad at me this was a funny way to show it.

She slid fully out of her sweat pants. 'You can tie me up if you won't to.'

'Final?'

She didn't answer, just went down beautifully with a smirk on her face that reassured but told me she had something planned. I didn't tie her up, she was harnessed and locked in chastity my captive Amazon warrior.

The urgency wasn't there and there was less emotion than before but the way she pleasured me on her knees was as meticulous as I remembered, her tongue working along my shaft, hot and moist, lips caressing, rubbing her cheek against me as she licked my balls.

I didn't last the full thirty minutes but she must have worked me for at least twenty until I was drooling freely and my fluids were smeared all over her cheeks; then she smiled up at me and took me in as deep as she could almost gagging as her chin pushed against my balls then, finally, she brought her hands up holding my thighs and ran her lips back and forth along my shaft until I exploded into her mouth.

I watched her grin as she swallowed.

'I trust Sir was satisfied,' she said licking her lips as I swayed on my feet.

'Very much worth the wait.' I found I was out of breath.

'Good,' she looked at me cooly. 'It will be something to remember.'

I froze for a moment, suspicious and anxious. 'What have you got planned?' I guess I can be insecure at times.

'A final surprise to make sure you don't go running off again.' She crawled to the wardrobe giving me another reminder of her imprisoned sex and pulled open the door taking out a package which she tossed onto the bed. It looked as if it might be quite heavy and I thought I heard a metallic clunk.

The box was about a foot long and six inches wide and deep. She'd gift wrapped it in tissue paper.

'A gift?' I said.

'Go ahead,' she said mischievously. 'Open it.'

Carefully I tore off the paper and then opened the box.

Inside was more tissue paper and I pulled it open.

Whatever it was, it was shiny, metal plates and a series of rings about an inch across.

I suddenly realised what it was.

'I don't need this.' I said dropping it hurriedly.

'Really?' she challenged.

'I'm not racing.'

'I thought it was something we could do together,' she said with a slight smirk that turned into a pout.

Part of me said I should show her who was boss so I did.

'Ok,' I told her. 'If it's what you want.'

Like I said, I can be insecure but there's something about making these sort of little pacts with those you are training, showing you share their commitment; however, it's usually not drinking or getting up extra early.

'Thank you,' she said with genuine glee. Then she jumped to her feet, her smile broadening as she kissed me. It wasn't the most romantic of kisses, I could smell the cum on her breath and feel its stickiness on my cheek.

I guess that's when you know you really love someone.

*

Chapter 12: Desires

*

On reflection, the kiss, despite its sticky subtleties was probably a mistake. I'd just had one of Bryony's extremely thorough blow jobs and, even if she didn't look her best at this moment in time, she was a red hot lingerie model wearing a pony girl harness and cuffs.

She tried several times to get me in to the chastity device but every time she touched me, it had exactly the wrong effect. In the end she had to fetch a bowl of ice cold water which certainly did the trick and, with my cock threaded through six gates of hell and a little cage around my balls, my gorgeous girlfriend went to make me lunch.

I swear she put on the skimpiest dress she owned, the little pink cotton number that she'd worn on our drive to Bristol and had probably owned since she was about thirteen; the stretched, baggy neckline giving me a perfect view of her little breasts and the steel prison confining her nipples; the hem was so high the chastity belt came into view every time she lifted her arms or bent over reminding me of the lovely smooth pussy locked beneath.

*

I made sure she ate and then we talked tactics for an hour despite her obvious desire to be back in harness so to speak; it was thus mid afternoon by the time I took her along the track. After nearly three weeks in the weighted cuffs and harness and the intense training she had undertaken, I could see a clear improvement in her performance even if her legs did look a little skinny.

I made sure I put her through her paces, walk, trot, canter and gallop.

Strangely, my chastity belt made me feel more in control. 'Something we could do together' she had said. She wanted me in her life and, combined with the send off she'd given me before my departure, it meant I had no qualms using the whip.

I think the fact that she'd put me in chastity made me a little ruthless too.

By the time we returned to the yard for the final time she was clearly exhausted but I could see from the smile on her face that she had loved every moment of it and that the whip marks that now liberally covered the top of her thighs and her buttocks had added to the pleasure of her workout.

*

After she'd stretched and showered I introduced her to my latest acquisitions. If she was happy to lock me in chastity, I was more than happy to introduce her to her to her latest harness; eight pounds heavier and the cuffs, each a couple of pounds more than the previous ones.

'Thank you, Sir,' she pouted as I locked them on her body.

I smiled slightly thinly. 'Perhaps we could swap keys,' I suggested.

'Not gonna happen, Big Boy,' she said squeezing my packaged package and causing another bout of constricted discomfort.

I wondered briefly if the key might be hidden somewhere in the house. It wouldn't be hard to leave her chained up in the bedroom while I searched.

It was a passing thought and beneath the dignity of a professional like myself, however tempting it might seem.

I let her rest while I cooked her tea; nothing fancy or particularly tasty, just protein and carbs. I was as chaste as she was and I needed to do something to take my mind off it, even if she did keep wandering into the kitchen wearing nothing but her harness and chastity belt; to add to my frustration, she kept her nipple bridle on too!

Perhaps she wanted to make sure I knew it was all off limits.

I did put candles on the table and that made her smile. Then we went for a gentle walk to pass the time before bed.

*

Even though we couldn't get up to much, I'd been looking forward to taking her to bed even if it was just for a cuddle but when I told her we should go up she sprung another surprise.

'I've been sleeping in the stable,' she told me. 'Chained.'

I wished my other athletes were as diligent as this.

She disappeared for a moment then came back into the sitting room carrying the chain set I'd used on her before.

'Would you mind, Sir.' She dropped the chains on the sofa beside me and held her hands in front of her. 'Chain me.'

What else could I do? I locked the chain to the collar of her new weighted harness running it down the front of her body and then padlocked her wrists and ankles to it. Then, with her tripping along behind me, I took her out to the stable. There was a thin straw mattress laid out on the concrete floor and a woollen blanket and another chain, new and shiny, padlocked to a ring in the wall and I wondered if she'd been chaining herself to this too but she didn't mention it so I kissed her goodnight and went to bed.

Tempted though I was, I didn't search for the key.

*

It was about 2am when she came in. I heard the stairs creak and then the click of chain as she tottered along the landing and then saw her standing pale and chained in the moonlight, framed in the doorway to the bedroom; it's just as well I don't believe in ghosts though if any of them are pert little redheads in chains I'd be happy to meet one, especially if she had the power to undo locks.

She snuggled herself against me, reassuringly warm, and I held her; there wasn't much else much I could do though my cock tried very hard, pressing itself against the steel wires between her buttocks. The nipple bridle made sure there was little I could by way of toying with a perky nipple.

'If you tell me to, I will go to Cassie's and get the keys.' She said.

At least I knew where mine was now.

'No.' I said; a man has to be firm.

So I lay there for a while and stroked her body; it was a pleasure of sorts; her body felt wonderful, muscles firm and defined under a thin layer that seemed little more than skin; she really was a superb athlete; I should know, I've bedded a few - always, well mostly, after training them. There have been quite a few who have been very grateful and willing to show it; they've mostly been amateurs especially the high level ones, they don't earn anything apart from recognition so they don't have that much to offer. I could be callous and say the really keen ones don't have much in the way of friends either. Taking it the other way around, it might be fair to say they offer what they can. There's often a relationship built up too, reaching an intensity that after the event is going to be lost; a night of rampant sex is a way of diffusing that energy; and then there's the hormones: these are young virile women in the prime of life subject to the same urges as the rest of us and probably only satisfying them with cold showers and long runs.

It might be unprofessional but there you are with a woman you've spent several months with in an intense relationship who's probably not had sex for most, if not all, of that period throwing herself at you with a desperation born of absolute necessity. You could almost consider it therapy, part of the service...

I've had a few of my male athletes offer the same but I've always turned them down though, I do remember being tempted by one of them.

*

The next morning's breakfast was a bland as supper the night before and then we trained, sprints, weights, circuits before another lovely protein-carb mix and an afternoon with the chariot to which I added a few pounds taking it at least to the weight it was with me in the first time I drove it, probably about a stone more (I'd lost more than a few pounds). I wanted her to feel the difference when we used Tom's new racing one.

'May I come to be with you again, Sir.' She asked as she knelt in the sitting room while I locked her in chains for the night.

I looked at her kneeling and utterly submissive. Throughout the day she'd done everything I told her, putting her all into the training, swallowing the protein shakes with no more than a grimace and clearing every scrap from her plate.

'No,' I told her levelly. 'Mares should be in the stable.'

Her eyes widened a fraction and then she bowed her head. 'Yes, Sir.'

It was one of the most beautifully submissive demonstrations I've ever seen and it almost broke my heart to leave her like that but after chaining her wrists and ankles I took her to the stable and padlocked the chain fastened to the wall to her collar to tether her. I made sure her hands behind her back too to keep her out of mischief.

Then I went to bed.

*

Sleep didn't come easily. It's often the case at this stage in a training regimen, the intensity driving me on and lying there thinking about the hot redhead I'd just chained in the stable did nothing to calm me. So, I lay there thinking about her and at about 2am when I got up to 'check on her'.

As I came out of the kitchen door I thought I heard her cry out; the noise came again and I rushed forward suddenly concerned for her.