After cleaning up from breakfast, Mary clipped the leash to my collar and led me outside and across the yard to the barn. Bob and James were carrying totes with some of my bondage gear and sex toys. Oddly, Jill had my black thigh-high boots with the 6-inch stiletto heels. I had been wearing 4-inch slingbacks that morning. I had no idea what they were planning, but I figured that it would involve some sort of bondage and probably a whipping. Maybe they wanted to tie me to one of the stalls and whip me. Probably they would tie me over a bale of hay and fuck me. I was both right and wrong. It did involve bondage and whipping, but I wasn't bound to a stall or bale of hay.
I was led to the center of the barn and told to stand still. Jeanie began to braid my long red hair while Jill and Mary replaced my slingbacks with the thigh-high boots. Once that was done, Brad produced a jumble of leather straps, buckles, and metal rings. That was fitted onto me. The end result was that my tits were encircled by steel rings (that oddly fit perfectly), several of the straps crisscrossed my body and over my shoulders for support, included D-rings on each side just above my hips, and had a thin leather strap splitting my cunt and ass. Before they buckled that strap in place, Mary inserted a dido in my cunt and a plug in my ass. Neither was coming out until that strap was removed. Heavy leather cuffs were locked onto my wrists. Nipple clamps with small bells on them were attached to my tits. Finally, a head dress was put on me. It included a set of blinders for my eyes that blocked my vision from the side, a steel bit in my mouth, and large feathers standing up from my head. I should probably note that Jeanie had fixed the braid in my hair so that it began on the top of my head and stuck straight up for a couple inches before falling down my neck. They had transformed me into a Pony Girl.
This was one of the kinks that I had read about on the internet. There are a lot of options with it. One was to be a racer where you raced other 'ponies'. I didn't really have the speed for that. Then, there were the Show Ponies. Truthfully, I think I would do pretty well in that category, except that it would ruin my career being seen in that situation. Really, who would want to hire a lawyer that got off on bondage and submission? It was the third kind that was my designation for the day. What type was that? Patience, dear readers.
A long rope was attached to my collar, and my wrist cuffs were secured together behind my back. Mistress Mary found a long whip that had been hanging on a hook. Apparently, the former owners of this place had at one point trained horses. I had never bothered with cleaning out the barn before. All of the equipment from the previous owners was still there.
I was led out to a large corral, and everyone else gathered along the fence to watch. My cunt was already drooling from walking with the dildo and butt plug inside of me. It was about to get worse. Mary took hold of the end of the rope connected to my collar and stepped away until the rope was fully extended. We were now approximately 10-feet apart. Coincidentally, I was to discover that the whip she was holding was also 10-feet long.
"Trot." Mary ordered as I felt the sting on my ass from the whip.
I began jogging in a circle at the end of the rope. I felt another sting on my ass.
"I said 'trot', not jog. Knees up."
I began driving my knees up as I trotted around in a circle. I have to say that the extra movements of my legs was doing delightful things with the dildo and butt plug. I soon got into a rhythm where I would lift my legs wo my thighs were parallel to the ground as I trotted around.
[SMACK] Another stinging strike of the whip on my ass as Mary shouted "Faster." I picked up the pace. Mary never really stopped with the whip. Every couple of steps, I felt it strike my ass. It was only when she made a command that she added strength to it. Mostly, it was a soft tap. As you can probably imagine, my unrestrained tits were bouncing wildly. The exquisite pain in my nipples from the nipple clamps bouncing sent electrical currents straight to my cunt. The 'ting-a-ling of the bells on the nipple clamps kept up a melodious ringing.
Every circuit around the circle I was trotting brought all my audience into view as they leaned against the corral watching the show. The humiliation of my naked display while they were fully dressed only added to my arousal. I was so horney that I would have fucked a stallion in front of them if I actually owned one and they brought it onto the corral for me. As it was, I was eyeing a fence post beside the barn.
For half an hour, Mary had me trotting around the corral. First counterclockwise, then clockwise. Thank God for my religious daily workout routine. By the time she let me stop, I was bathed in sweat and breathing hard. Ok, not all of that was just from the physical exertion. Some of it was my sexual desire. I was led out of the corral and my leash was tied to a hitching post - just like a real horse would be. The symbolism was not lost on my already overheated cunt. Thankfully, I was now on my knees with my ass resting on my heels. I was given Gatorade and water while I was allowed to cool down.
It was 20-minutes later. My breathing and heart rate were back to normal. My arousal had gone from a five-alarm fire to a slow burn. At least I had stopped eyeing that fence post. Apparently, the guys had decided that I needed a dose of protein after my workout. At least, that is the excuse they gave me. Personally, I think that they just got horney after watching my titties bouncing all over the place. Not that it mattered what the reason was, they just lined up in front of me, and one at a time pulled out their cocks and stuck them in my mouth. Not that I really had a choice, but I wasn't exactly complaining either. Besides, those three loads down my throat and into my stomach might even help. Obviously, they had removed the bit gag so I could drink the fluids, then suck them each off.
My rest break was over. The bit gag was put back in my mouth, and I was led over to the barn door. There sat a two wheeled cart with a bench seat in it. Her handles on the cart were fairly long and included ring bolts at the ends. Surprisingly, the balance of the cart made all the weight being carried by the large wheels. As I shortly found out, even with a person sitting in it, it was very easy to lift the handles. Truthfully, I had never really examined the inside of the barn. Sure, I had looked through it, but not in any great detail. I was beginning to think that some of this shit was just a bit too convenient. There was no way that any of my guests could have brought any of this. After all, they had no clue what was going to happen until after they had already arrived. Perhaps I should look a little deeper into the previous owners after the weekend was done. I should also take the time to really explore the barn and other outbuildings.
I was placed between the handles of the cart. My wrists were secured to the rings at my hips, then secured to the ring bolts of the cart. Gloves were put on my hands, then I gripped the handles. I was glad for that later, as I would have gotten blisters on my hands without the gloves. Lastly, two leather reigns were attached to the D-rings on the bridal I was wearing. As you might imagine, everyone took the opportunity to thoroughly grope and fondle me as I was being secured to the cart. You can probably guess what came next.
Mary parked her butt on the seat of the cart, took the reigns in her left hand, and the whip in her right hand. With a shout of "GIDDYUP!" and a flick of her right wrist, I leapt forward. The sting on my ass from where the whip struck motivated me onward. From my earlier training, I made sure to drive my knees up as I trotted around the yard. It didn't take long for the smoldering in my cunt to build back up to an uncontrollable wildfire. The humiliation of having all my closest friends watching as I was reduced to nothing more than a naked animal pulling a cart for their entertainment lit the fire of my arousal. The dildo and butt plug moving around inside me as I was high stepping around the yard added another accelerant to the fire. The tugging on my nipples from the clamps as my titties bounced wildly added even more heat to the inferno.
Mary was using the reigns and the whip to guide me. A tug on the reign attached to my right jaw had me turn right. A tug to the left had me turn left. Another sting of the whip on my ass sped me up. Pulling both reigns back had me slow down. By the time I had made two circuits around the yard, I was so far into subspace that I didn't even know who replaced Mary on the cart.
Mary was an expert with the whip. All her strikes were deliciously on my ass. The next rider was not as skillful. I had marks on my back, thighs, and ass. By the time I had made the two circuits and was stopped, I was bathed in sweat from the exertion and arousal. My cunt was drooling, and the wetness was pouring down my legs. It was mainly flat ground, and the wheels of the cart had been well lubricated. As mentioned earlier, the balance of the cart made it easy to lift the handles. I kept myself in great physical condition as well. I have competed in a few half-marathons, so the running I had done so far was not overly exerting. While the rider was being changed, I was given more Gatorade and water. The fluid leaking from my cunt and the set from the warm day required that my fluids being replaced.
The new rider was heavier. It took more effort to get the cart moving. Obviously, this was one of the guys. The women were quite a bit lighter and easier to pull. He was also more accurate and liberal with the whip. I deduced that this was Mary's husband, Bob. Not that it really mattered at the time.
