The Ponygirl Polo Match Pt 04

CHAPTER 27: REUNITED

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The next morning saw Maria-Argenta bring Juanita to breakfast on a choke leash; there were tightly knotted leather thongs binding her body and breasts like a harness that had been over-tightened, dimpling her flesh; her wrists were bound to her upper arms and shoulders and her calves welded to the backs of her thighs so she walked on her elbows and knees. She was muzzled too, a swathe of leather across her jaw that had held a huge ring forcing her mouth into a gaping O; the muzzle was held tightly in place by more leather thongs, knotted and twisted tight, wound so they stretched in front of her eyes limiting her vision; others were tied to nasal hooks that distorted her nose painfully. There was a thong bound in her hair too that stretched to an anal hook, pulling her head back so severely that everyone could see her face with its deformed nose and the gaping O of her mouth that was enforced by the muzzle.

Between the web of leather that encased her body, her bruised, abraided flesh was visible where she had been, to all intents and purposes, tortured by her beautiful, terrifying mistress.

She walked to heel beside her mistress on a leash clipped to one of her nipple rings and, as she knelt beside the lovely Maria-Argenta I could see where the stablemistress' buttocks had been relentlessly paddled, the flesh blistered and red. There was something stuffed into her pussy, stretching it, her piercings laced almost but not quite closed over whatever torment violated her; or perhaps this was something for pleasure; it was hard to imagine that she loved her mistress purely for the pain the beautiful dominant inflicted.

The shiny leather goddess who had dominated the helpless Juanita when I'd seen them in the playroom now wore a cream business suit though she still wore boots with spiked heels; there were no spurs this morning.

Despite what had been done, the punished stablemistress knelt close to her mistress, rubbing up against the girl's booted legs at every opportunity.

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After breakfast we accompanied Don Hernan to see his sister off, Marie-Argenta walking towards helicopter with her pet still leashed as if she was reluctant to give her up until the last possible moment until finally she crouched in front of her adoring pet, spread knees and stroked her head allowing the surprisingly submissive stablemistress to press her muzzle and probably her tongue intimately against her mistress' pussy. Maria-Argenta then stood and, after a slight shudder turned away handing her pet's leash to one of the servants; then, after scanning the assembled crowd of onlookers, climbed into the waiting helicopter.

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Back in the stablyard, I found Bryony and PLT being lead to polo gigs by a pair of blue jacketed grooms. They were covered in whip marks all over, way more than one would expect from a day between the shafts and certainly way more than Goose had acquired.

It was the first time I'd seen Bryony since the night when I'd pulled the anal beads out of her squirming, spasming body.

I went over to her and hooked a finger in her nipple ring pulling her close, her lips barely inches from mine. I could tell she wanted to kiss me but was holding back.

She looked up at me, her body almost trembling and I wondered if she was exhausted by her previous day's exertion or, perhaps, her night with Don Hernan.

'Please. Master...' She whispered. 'Please.'

'You know we'll be punished for that.' PLT said.

'Good.' I said turning to look at the little blonde who dropped her eyes. 'A pony must know her place.'

I kissed Bryony full on the lips, feeling her body respond, her tongue pushing its way into my mouth her breasts pressed against my chest. She was lean and firm and unbelivable eager.

'I heard you'd become more dominant.' PLT said.

I turned to glare at her. 'You will remember to address me as 'Sir'.'

'Yes, Sir.' I could see a gleam of excitement in PLT's eyes.

Bryony's eyes shone with excitement too.

'Master...' She whispered.

'Can I assume you trained with the firsts yesterday?' I said stepping back and seeing a look of profound disappointment on Bryony's face.

'Yes, Master.' Bryony couldn't keep the smile off her face.

She stood there in front of me naked, arms restrained behind her, her little breasts thrust towards me and her legs apart; she was almost screaming 'fuck me'. I couldn't resist sliding my hand between her legs. Even her inner thighs were bruised.

'Have you been pussywhipped?'

'Yes, Master.' Bryony squirmed on my fingers.

'We both have.' PLT cut in with a degree of pride.

'It was PLTs fault.' Bryony told me not taking her eyes from mine. 'She said we could take anything they threw at us.'

'And you were pussywhipped for that?'

'No we were pussywhipped because she said the day wasn't tough enough.' Bryony told me.

'It was worth it though...' PLT giggled. 'The girls in the firsts were very sympathetic and...well, we were the only two girls in the stable without chastity belts on.'

Any blushes the Pretty blonde might show as a result of her lewd remark were covered up as the groom pulled a leather hood over her head.

'Are you going to tell me what you got up to?' I asked looking at Bryony.

'I might be your little slave girl...' Bryony shot back. 'But there are some things a master should not know.'

'It wasn't anymore than we do when Bryony stays over with me and Mistress.' PLT said from beneath her hood with an innocence that was obviously feigned.

'Pretty!' Bryony admonished looking sharply at her fellow pony.

'Oh, sorry, Mistress.'

'Mistress?' I asked intrigued. 'Tell Master more.'

My fiance was saved from further discourse and any explanation as at that moment the groom pulled a hood over her head and a moment later bridled her, settling the bit in her mouth.

'I don't suppose it's anymore than you get up to with Camilla.' PLT said.

Bryony turned sharply towards her. 'Preddy!' She said around her bridle.

'Well.' PLT continued unperturbed. 'I think it's very romantic all those moonlit canters.'

I could see a flush of red beginning on Bryony's chest and spreading up towards her neck, her face hidden by the hood was, no doubt, going the same way; a moment later, her skin was the same colour as her hair. It was a clear sign that the conversation needed to move on. Fortunately, at that moment PLT's groom fitted her bridle and the little blonde was silenced.

At that moment, Ximena and Valeria emerged from the stables, leather clad and gorgeous, both carrying their whips under their arms and tightening their leather gloves; the were talking animatedly and both clearly looking forward to a day training the English ponies. I watched them inspect the ponies, testing tensions in bridles and making disparaging remarks about the need to use bit reins and the lack of nipple bridles. Bryony's player slid a finger through her pony's nipple rings and pulled, saying something to her companion in Spanish that I fully understand but it had something to do with getting 'the red-headed slut' some 'proper nipple rings'.

Then they took up their positions in the gigs and flicking their whips trotted Bryony and PLT out of the stableyard.

Beside me, Jacintha was helping Reuben harness and bridle Rubber Dolly. I suspected the stablemistress might need a day to recover after her torture at the hands of Maria-Argenta but wondered if she might extract a form of revenge on the lovely mare when she returned.

Cream already had The-Cat in harness and like the other players was wearing her leathers, tight on her lovely young fit body. I watched her bend over to adjust a buckle on The-Cat's boot, enjoying the curves of her buttocks; her tan had deepened while she'd been back in the Hacienda and I could just see a thin strip of white at the bottom of her buttocks; then she straightened and turned, stretching casually; clearly knowing I was watching her.

I smiled and went to get Camilla.

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We had a superb day's training and, in the afternoon I had a chance to drive Bryony for the first time since our arrival.

She'd certainly learnt a lot since her arrival at the Hacienda and, as I drove her along the training course I could feel how much more agile and responsive she'd become. When she gave up racing, she was going to make a fabulous dressage mare.

After the training course, we moved on to a game and I realised that, although she'd progressed a lot, she wasn't yet up to Camilla's standards. I could see, however, a difference in the way she responded to the reins attached to her bit and the way she did at home.

I was thinking about this as I, somewhat reluctantly handed her reins back to Ximena.

'You are going to have to pierce her properly, Senor.' The lovely leather clad player told me as she took the reins with practiced ease, automatically checking the tension in her harness.

'These are for a carthorse, not a pretty pony.' Ximena pushed a finger through Bryony's patent Morrissey rings.

I pulled gently on the other one recalling my first encounter with them eighteen months ago as Bryony and I fucked for the first time on her kitchen table.

The thought of making her a proper polo pony excited me but I wasn't sure if this was just a compulsion brought about by the holiday, a little like some people get tattoos or buy completely unsuitable clothes.

'Blease, Shir. Bryony said, suddenly. 'Biersh my nibbles.'

How could I refuse?

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As we clattered back into the stables at the end of the afternoon, Don Hernan was in the yard standing beside a busty blonde pony harnessed to an unusual looking gig. The gig was clearly wooden and painted bright blue and had a sort of 'traditional' air about it; it also bore the logo of the stables on the wheel hubs. It took me a moment to recognise the pony harnessed to it was Barbie; of course, it wasn't her face that I recognised.

The blonde was wearing a rather unusual harness which comprised a lacquered blue leather corset and matching neck stock; both, as far as I could see, locked in place; the stock forced her chin up, a position that was further enforced by the tight blue thong braided into her blonde hair and tied off behind her. The corset was ludicrously tight and pulled her already slim waist to almost fantastical proportions, particularly when compared to her huge breasts which in this state seemed even more enormous than usual. Her hands, in mitts, were strapped to the sides of her corset in the classical polo pony style that we'd used when training in Mars-de-Launce but the position was made more strict by the presence of a wooden bar between her elbows and her back that forced her shoulders back. This bar was the base of an inverted triangle that was fastened to the gig's single shaft; a length of polished, lacquered wood that disappeared between the pony's legs.

There were long leather traces from the gig to padded straps on her shoulders that, along with the thong in her hair forced her to stand with her back slightly arched. She wore a very elaborate leather bridle with a huge bit; it was heavily blinkered and decorated with blue plumes. She'd been fitted with bit-reins leaving her nipples free for little silver bells.

The position clearly placed a lot of stress on the helpless woman's body and the strain was obvious in her tense face which was slightly pale and in her blue eyes which were wide and moved restlessly from side to side though the blinkers meant she could see very little. I could see her white teeth clenched tightly onto the enormous bit, her lips drawn back and saliva running freely down her cheeks. She was moving constantly from foot to foot as most ponies do when eager to be off but I thought that the shiny blue leather boots decorated with the stable's logo that were way more extreme than usual pony boots and were probably almost impossible to balance on. There was something about the way she moved her hips too; a kind of writhing circular motion.

'Buenos tardes, Migeul.' Don Hernan called to me. 'Senora Barbie is to be my mascot for the match tomorrow.'

He gestured with his whip towards the blonde.

'She is a beautiful specimen. Would you not agree?'

'Si, Don Hernan.' I said pulling Camilla to a halt beside him. Barbie might not have trained with the ponies but this looked as if it was to be a suitable challenge for her.

The stable owner ran a gloved hand over Barbie's bottom then slapped it hard.

Barbie gave a little gasp around her bit and rocked on her boots. It was then that I noticed that the thong braided into her hair was attached to a rectal hook.

Don Hernan smiled. 'The shaft of this gig has a phallus too. It will be an interesting ride for our lovely blonde...mare.' He winked and jumped into the gig taking up the reins.

'Walk on!' He flicked the whip leaving a red mark on Barbie's buttock and shook the reins.

The blonde lifted her legs, walking forwards.

'Beautiful, is she not.' He flicked the whip again and Barbie moved to the rising trot, her enormous breasts bouncing with every step and the bells on her nipples jingling wildly.

I thought I heard her give a suggestive, breathy gasp as she left the stableyard.

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CHAPTER 28: PIERCED

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I stabled Camilla, deciding not to shower her as I planned to take her out again that evening. Whatever she'd done to upset Valentina the day before, she hadn't repeated for me; in fact, she'd been the perfect pony all day.

I thus stowed her in her stall and went to see the girls being pierced.

When I entered the the 'medical room', PLT was already on her back arched over the sawhorse that had been used to restrain Shiraz and Helena; the little blonde pony's arms were still sheathed and she still wore her boots; her legs were spread wide and tied to the legs of the horse; and Goose crouched beside her holding a leash clipped to the little blonde's collar to keep the lovely pert pony in place. The lady doctor in the white coat crouched over her. I hadn't particularly noticed before given the melee around her when she done the two recalcitrant ponies but she was quite attractive and, this evening, heavily made up; though she was a brunette did not look Spanish. Her white coat hung open revealing a tight black minidress and I wondered that, given it was Friday she'd been called to do this on the point of going out; she wore stockings too, despite the heat and the skirt had ridden up to reveal their tops and her suspenders. From where she lay, PLT no doubt had a first class view of the woman's knickers, assuming she was wearing any.

I watched the doctor pull on latex gloves and wipe the blonde's nipples with alcohol, enjoying the way they swelled instantly. The doctor noticed it too and commented in accented English.

'I am thinking 'Hot Little Thing' might be a better name for her.'

Goose and I laughed and someone repeated it in Spanish although I think it lost something in the translation.

While Pretty's nipples did their thing, the doctor prepared her kit and then used a pair of surgical forceps to lift the blonde's right nipple stretching it painfully.

Pretty whimpered and started to struggle.

Goose knelt down and, showing that she was human after all, stroked the blonde's cheek.

'I give her something to distract her.' The doctor shuffled forward. 'It will make me in the mood for later.'

Pretty's upturned chin disappeared beneath the doctor's very short skirt.

A smile appeared in the doctor's face and I thought her hand shook a little. This didn't seem the best arrangement to me but I assumed the doctor know what she was doing.

Goose shifted her attention to Pretty's spread pussy, the blonde's pink glossy fingernails stroking the glistening red lips and the little blonde moaned contentedly though her tongue was clearly busy.

A loud click and a little gasp from Pretty made me realised the doctor had snapped the first of the thick steel rings into Pretty's areole; I watched as she reloaded the gun and placed it to the other side of the blonde's nipples. Pretty (and several of the other ponies present) jumped again as the second ring was sited on the inside of the blonde's breast.

The doctor gave Pretty a moment to come up for air and then moved her forceps to her patient's other nipple, repeating the process leaving the blonde with four heavy rings about three millimeters in diameter in the sensitive tissue of her areoles just to each side of her nipples.

The doctor took another alcohol wipe and poured something onto it.

'Chili oil.' She said with a faint smile. 'The first part of the conditioning process. Don Hernan likes to ensure the nipples of his ponies are kept exquisitely sensitive.'

I thought briefly of Shiraz and a couple of the younger grooms lifted their arms to cover their breasts.

Pretty quickly felt the burn and the doctor pressed her hips forward delivering her own form of pain relief.

I could smell her arousal.

The little blonde screamed as the needle entered her nipple.

'Keep your mind on the job, pony bitch!.' The doctor warned as she pushed the needle deeper into Pretty's little nub. I could see the little blonde's jaw and neck moving as she lapped desperately at her tormentor's pussy. I only hoped Goose's fingers working the little pony's pussy were an equal distraction.

It probably didn't help that PLT had rather plump nipples.

Eventually, the needle emerged from the other side by which time Pretty was panting, her skin pale and sweaty.

'Good girl.' The doctor said. 'Just one more to go.'

'Pleath.' Pretty's tongue was still working away in the doctor's pussy.

'You'll be fine.' Goose said, leaning over and using her tongue on the helpless pony's pussy.

Pretty squirmed.

The second nipple seemed easier and, by the time the doctor had threaded the little gold rings in place, Pretty's squirming and panting were definitely signs of pleasure.

The doctor was rather flushed.

'Would you like me to do her tongue too?' She asked Goose in a breathy voice.

'Tempting.' Goose said. 'But let's leave it for now.'

'Shame.' The doctor replied. 'But if you ever wish to dispose of her, there is club in Buenos Aires that would pay good money for a willing pussy slave like this.'

She stood up revealing PLT's flushed and juice-smeared face.

'And who is the next?'

I looked at Bryony noting she was a little pale as she stepped forward.

'I am, Mistress.' She bowed her head submissively.

The doctor looked at her; she did look fabulous; her body glowing with vitality after a day in the sun between the shafts, her hair damp with sweat, shining and glossy; naked save her pony boots and her arm sheath; and she stood there, knowing she was being appraised, on display.

A couple of grooms were freeing Pretty but all eyes were on Bryony.

'You already have piercings.' The doctor reached out and touched one, moving it in Bryony's nipple.

'These are racing piercings, Mistress.' She looked up and smiled almost shyly; the look I'd seen in some of her shoots, that humble 'girl-next-door' look; submissive, needy. 'I'm a polo pony now.' She did that lip thing; uncertainty, suppressed lust.

If there hadn't been so many people around, I'd have thrown her to the floor and fucked her then and there.

'And are you needing some distraction too?' The doctor licked her lips, clearly as bewitched as the rest of us.

'I thought Master could provide it.' Bryony said looking at me with a saucy smile. 'It would give me something to bite down on if I needed too.'

She got a laugh even with the time lag in Spanish translation.

'In fact.' Bryony continued. 'I was hoping Master might be allowed to pierce me.'

'I don't see why not.' The doctor said. 'Is 'Master' happy with this arrangement?'

'Very much.' I was, mostly, though wasn't entirely sure I liked the idea of Bryony's teeth pressed against my cock as I tortured her nipples.