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This is a follow on from the Mistress and Master story if you have not
read this one yet I suggest you do, this story does however stand on its
own.
When I arrived at Mistress Elaine's house something was different. There
were a few lights on, but on the whole it looked as though no one was
home. I thought about the recent email.
"Davina be at the house Friday six pm sharp. Be prepared to serve all
weekend"
The email had been slightly different. If it had been a letter I would
have said it had been written by a different hand. One thing that made
me smile and in fact love, Mistress Elaine even more was that when she
wanted me to serve her the order was always an invite. As if I would
ever refuse entering her service. No this email was different...
more.....curt than usual. But I loved serving so here I was. I was
however now getting suspicious.
I was buzzed in the gate so I quickly made for the front door. After
knocking and waiting quite a while, and just when I was thinking of
going round to the service entrance the front door opened. Standing
smirking at me was Felicity, Mistress Elaine's daughter. My mouth
dropped open in shock.
She was dressed in a bright white silk blouse which had long puffed
sleeves and frills down the front, in fact I thought longingly I would
love that blouse, this was tucked into a pair of tan coloured jodhpurs
which hugged her shapely bottom and thighs finally the jodhpurs were
tucked into shiny black patent leather boots. In her hands she
brandished a riding crop. All this I took in, in wonder
"What are you gawking at slave," she demanded.
"N-n-nothing......I...I'm her to see Mistress Elaine," I stammered.
"No you're not," was her quick reply.
I was puzzled. Not sure what I should do or say.
"God you are thick, Mummy didn't send the email I did...." she beamed.
"The old folk are away in Scotland for the weekend.....you're all mine."
I was still in shock, many questions crossed my mind.
"What should I do?"
"Do Mistress and Master know about this?"
"Should I kneel and pay respects?"
"Should I call her Mistress?"
I was in a dilemma if Mistress Elaine wanted this I should be as
compliant as possible. In the end all of my musings were for naught.
"Look bitch you're mine for the weekend, I will sweet talk my parents
when I bring you back...now follow me."
With that she turned on her heel and headed through the house. I
followed quickly shutting the front door as I went. We traveled through
corridors to the back of the house and then across a courtyard to a
barn. As we crossed the courtyard I noticed a Landrover with a horse box
attached. Once in the barn Mistress Felicity, Yes, I was mentally using
the right address to save pain I knew I would be getting for my mistakes
so far. Mistress Felicity turned to me.
"Take off all your clothes."
I quickly complied; Mistress produced a black bin bag for me to put my
things in. Once naked she handed me a black rubber item. As I examined
it I noticed it was some kind of rubber leotard. She said nothing but I
knew she wanted me to put it on. I put the leg openings at my feet and
started to pull the rubber suit up my legs. Luckily it would appear
Mistress had dusted the inside with talcum powder. At the crotch I
noticed a hole at the back...for access to my boy pussy, also rather
bizarrely there were two holes at the front, one for each of my balls to
drop through? The rubber slid up my chest to where a medium sized pair
of breast forms were located. I finally slipped my arms into the rubber
sleeves which reached right down to my wrists. Mistress then pulled the
zipper up at the back sealing me in, there was a click of what sounded
like a padlock snapping into place.
"Good now these."
She handed me a strange pair of calf length boots. They were shiny
patent leather, but the strange thing was the shape of the soles. The
boot effectively ended in hooves like a horse. I sat on a nearby chair
and began to pull the first one on. As my foot fitted snugly into the
boot I knew I was in trouble. The inbuilt heel meant I would be standing
almost on tiptoes. Once on I began to lace it up. Mistress seemed to get
impatient and knelt to help. This turned out to be more spite than help.
I had laced the boot comfortably; she tightened it to bone crushing
tightness. The second boot was put on and tied in the same way.
"Up slave," she commanded.
I noticed two things immediately. One they were going to be painful if I
stayed on them long and two which was most bizarre, when I stepped I
made the clopping noise of a horse!
But Mistress was in a hurry.
"Here, I will have to add the last few items."
She placed on my hands gloves similar it design as the boots. They were
patent leather and they ended in hooves. Once they were laced on I was
helpless. Next came a horses bridal together with a rubber bit. As
Mistress roughly pushed the bit to the back of my mouth she spoke.
"Mmm rubber. I much prefer leather...or better still metal. That really
keeps a pony in check..."
She smiled to herself.
"I will have to talk to mummy about having some of your back teeth
removed."
What! I thought.....please no...but. My cock was hard and throbbing. I
was under the thrall of yet another Mistress.
The final part of my attire was my tail. She took great pleasure in
showing me the six inch butt plug it was attached to. Then with very
little lubrication it was placed against my boy pussy, there was no
gentle entry. With brutal force she rammed it inside me. I bit down on
the rubber bit and tears streamed down my face. Mistress then attached
reins to my head harness and began to pull me towards the barn door. I
could do nothing except struggle after her, clopping along on my new
feet/hooves. We went across the courtyard to the waiting horse box. She
opened the door and led me inside. Once inside she pushed me forwards
until I was resting against a bar at chest height which ran across the
box. She then proceeded to secure my feet to the floor, and my arms to
the bar.
"That should keep you secure during the journey..." she informed me.
"Oh by the way I hope you noticed I put talcum powder in your new
outfit.....I also laced it with horse hair. You should feel the effects
pretty soon," she sneered.
Indeed I was, now that I had been secured I had noticed an itchy
feeling. I also realised that tied as I was I would not be able to
scratch myself. Even if I was loose with hooves for hands I still would
have had problems. I began to wriggle around as best I could causing
Mistress to laugh at my predicament. She stepped out of the horse box
still laughing and closed the doors. Shortly after the box jolted and I
knew I was on my way to who knows where. The journey was long and
uncomfortable. My feet ached from the new footwear and the inability to
scratch my itching body was sending me insane. Through my miserable
thoughts I notice the car had been stopped for a while, and then the
door was opened. Another woman I had not seen before came and untied me
leading me out of the box into another courtyard. This must have been
Mistress Felicity's groom. She wore plain attire, a woolly jumper, jeans
and Wellington boots. I was led across the courtyard and into a barn.
Inside this barn was lit and there were several stalls, some of which
were occupied by other human ponies, both male and female. I was led to
a stall and the reins where untied. The groom left, bolting the door
behind me and turned off the light. I had noticed a pile of hay in the
corner so I sank into this exhausted, grateful to be off my feet.
Instantly I was asleep despite the fact my whole body was itching!
I was kicked awake by the female groom who had brought me in the night
before. She watched bemused as I struggled to my feet. Stepping into the
stall she placed two buckets on a shelf at chest height. One was shallow
and contained chunks of apple, carrot and some strange kind of biscuits.
The other was deep and full of water. She removed my bridal and bit, I
luxuriated in opening and closed my jaw to get some circulation back
"I suggest you eat and drink. You're going to need your strength for the
weekend's activities."
"Excuse me miss...where..." I tried to talk ....tried to ask her where I
was. My attempts were answered with the sharp bite of a riding crop on
my bottom.
"Listen slave, you're a pony now! The only communicating you will do is
with nodding your head...understand?"
I nodded my head, not wanting to incur her wrath again.
"Good...you will not shake your head, obedient ponies only do as they
are told no matter what they are asked to do...understand?
"Nod.....nod"
"Good, now eat your food I will be back to prepare you soon," She shut
and bolted the door.
With no use of my hands I had to resort to putting my face into the bowl
and picking out the food. The biscuits turned out to be soft and had a
sort of meaty taste. Drinking again involved me dipping my face into the
bowl. In this way I managed to eat my fill and quench my thirst. The
groom returned shortly after I had finished eating carrying a leather
harness of some sort. Placing it in front of me she ordered.
"Step into the harness."
I stepped through the leg holes and then she pulled the harness up and
over my shoulder. The harness consisted of thin straps around my thighs,
stomach and chest with shoulder straps that were broader over my
shoulders. Once this was tight and secure she produced what appeared to
be a saddle. This was attached to the harness in the middle of my back.
The groom threaded thin ropes through loops at the shoulders, chest and
crotch on either side of my body. It was then that I found out the cruel
reason for the holes cut into the crotch for my balls. The groom took
the crocodile clips that were attached to the ends of the ropes and
attached them to the lose skin under my balls. The pain with
excruciating and I tried to move away when she went to attach the second
clip, I of course received stripes from the crop for my sins.
"Still pony," she commanded me.
Stepping behind me she spoke. "These are the simple controls...."
She pulled on the left rope and pain coursed through that ball.
"This is how we turn you left."
She pulled on the right rope.
"This is how we turn you right.
A double tug on both was faster a single slower. Pulling hard on both
which had tears streaming from my face, was stop. The groom then put my
bridal and bit back on and after attaching reins pulled me after her. So
with a dull pain in my balls adding to the various woes of my new life I
was led from the stall. We left the barn where I noticed again other
human ponies. I was led across the courtyard and out onto what looked
like a field, I say looked because the ground was solid, it appeared to
be some kind of Astroturf. This meant I had surer footing than I would
have had on soft grass. It was obviously a pony training ground because
at various points there were other ponies being put through their paces.
There were shouted commands and the crack of whips. The groom led me
into a circular arena and after tying a long rein on me ordered me to
walk around in a circle. Gradually she let more rein out until I was
walking the full circle.
"TROT," she shouted.
This was followed by the crack of a very long thin whip she had armed
herself with. It caught my bottom with incredible accuracy and I jumped
at the pain and broke into a run.
"SLOWER," Along with this command came the kiss of the whip. I circled
at a jog
"CANTER," I ran a little faster.
"GALLOP," I broke into a run.
Up and down she ran me through these commands until I was responding
without the whip. She called me to a halt and gave me a bucket of water,
holding it at chest height. Gratefully I plunged my head into the water.
After a short rest I was given a new set of commands. I learned to high
step, move sideways, move backwards and bow, as I was learning I began
to realise that these were moves used by horses in dressage
competitions. I was worked in this way most of the morning. I was
working so hard I forgot my incessantly itching body, my aching feet all
my attention was focused on learning to avoid punishment. Just before
noon Mistress Felicity arrived.
"How is she doing Julia?"
"Not bad, but she is still very rough, and I haven't tried her with a
rider yet!"
I shivered at the thought of carrying the groom, she was a buxom girl!
"You do know Roberta is fielding a three year old champion filly?"
"Yes, but I think the judges will take that into account...besides I
never lose."
At theses words she stared at me.
"You WILL win wont you slave."
"Nod...nod... nod...nod... nod...nod... nod...nod." I nodded my head
emphatically.
"Good," she turned on her heal and stalked away.
"OK time to try the commands from the saddle," mused Julia.
Julia attached two stirrups to the saddle and then climbed onto my back
seating herself in the saddle. I immediately leant forward to counter
the weight otherwise I would have fallen over backwards. I entered the
ring again and went through the whole routine again, this time with the
added weight of the buxom Julia. Fortunately the broadness of the
shoulder straps meant that the weight was spread across my shoulders
much like a rucksack. Punishment was meted out this time with her riding
crop and the clips at my balls setting up a new wave aches from that
area.
"Contestants the dressage event will begin in two hours," said a voice
from the tannoy system.
"Well, ready or not it's time to get you ready," said the Julia.
She dismounted and led me back to the stables stopping just outside the
door. She removed the saddle and harness, followed by the hoof gloves
finishing by removing the boots. Reaching behind my neck I heard the
telltale sound of key in lock as she removed the securing padlock
"Was this it?" I wondered.
"Would I finally get some respite?" No was the simple truth.
"Strip!" ordered Julia.
"And be quick, your feet will swell now you're out of the boots making
them more difficult and painful to put back on. And trust me they are
going back on!" she commented.
First I gingerly removed my butt plug tail, when it was removed however,
I did feel empty. I quickly shook myself out of the rubber suit glad at
last to be able to scratch which I did with abandon. Who would have
thought such a simple thing could be so pleasurable. My pleasure was
halted by a stream of freezing cold water hitting my skin. Julia had a
hosepipe and was directing the cold stream against my body. The cold was
shocking and refreshing at the same time. When she had liberally
drenched me she towelled me down with a coarse horse blanket, it may
have been coarse but after the cold it felt like fleecy down. Once I was
clean and dry she led me back into my stall. I noticed as we entered
that there was a different set of hoof gloves and boots awaiting us and
a different rubber body suit. It was again black but it had pie balding,
and it was very glossy.
"Lets start with your bridal and mane," said Julia.
She removed the older bridal and replaced it with a new one where the
leather had been buffed to a high sheen. She began to comb my hair
(which incidentally was very long) down my back. She added in hair
extensions and a pink satin ribbon. Pleased with the result she removed
the rubber suit from its peg and offered it up for me to get into. I
noticed again that it was liberally coated with talcum powder. I gritted
my teeth hoping it was not laced with horse hair this time. The suit
slipped on easily and Julia snapped the padlock at my neck to seal me in
and seal my fate. Next were the glossy boots. This time though they
reached to mid thigh. Julia laced them up really tight and to my joy I
found this gave me more stability. I was starting to grow accustomed to
my new form. Finally the hoof gloves were laced on.
"Now for your favorite bit," she smirked.
She then produced my butt plug tail. This time the tail was longer and
into it was platted another pink satin ribbon to match my mane. Julia
was a little kinder than Mistress Felicity; she applied some lubricant
to the plug first, and pushed slowly allowing me to adjust to the
intrusion. When it was in I felt full...and strangely complete. I
noticed that I had grown to love the way it moved around as my tail
swished. My tail...my mane...I was slipping into the mindset of a
horse...strange! My reverie was broken by Julia pulling on the reins.
She pulled me out of the stall and we crossed the barn to a full length
mirror. When I saw myself in the mirror I was stunned. I was the
caricature of a horse, from shiny bridle to swishing tail. My coat was a
glossy black and white pie bald; my mane which reached down to my bum
was braided with pink satin finished in a bow. My hooves were glossy
black finishing in shiny horse shoes, both hands and feet. I puffed out
my chest at the sight and fairly strutted in front of the mirror. Julia
laughed behind me
"Like what you see......Candy."
"Nod...nod" I nodded my head but she must have noticed my quizzical
expression.
"Candy...because you're a sweet little filly," she laughed.
"Candy".....I loved it, my cock swelled in its rubber prison in answer.
Julia busied herself glossing up my coat and shining my hooves. Finally
when she could do no more she attached the saddle harness and saddle
which again were highly polished. As she was tightening the last straps
Mistress Felicity appeared.
"Good I see Candy is ready."
With no more ado she stepped into the stirrups aided by Julia who handed
her the reins. Mistress Felicity was far more severe than Julia and
within seconds tears were streaming down my face at her commands.
Strangely though my erection never subsided in fact it was throbbing for
release. Mistress Felicity took me through all the commands, the riding
crop falling when I went wrong or too slow. Satisfied she guided me into
the judging arena. The contest was a blur of concentration and pain, it
seemed to go well. I made a couple of mistakes and tasted the crop only
once. Before I knew it I was being guided from the arena where Julia
came to join us.
"That had better be enough Candy," Mistress Felicity stated as she
dismounted. I was then left with Julia to wait nervously through a few
more routines and then watch the judges discuss the merits of each
performance. Finally a decision was made and all the horses were called
back into the arena.
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