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The Reluctant Pony
By Rilawild
Chapter 1
I stood stock still, I found the whole situation almost surreal. In front of me was a naked woman. If that wasn’t enough though she was not just naked, no it was much worse than that. Her bronze sleek body was criss-crossed with black leather straps in a bizarre parody of a horse’s harness including a wicked looking bit and bridle, which clearly ensured that she would not able to speak.
Her hands were fastened firmly behind her back, meaning that she had no means at all to protect her modesty. Her bare breasts stood high and firm on her chest with her nipples clearly hard and aroused. I couldn’t help but compare her ample, proud assets with my own smaller breasts. I had always wished that I’d been better endowed, and there was no way I could possibly compete with such a gorgeous creature as this, but then I’d never go the extremes of flaunting myself in the way that this girl was.
I was shocked and surprised that she was not completely embarrassed and humiliated to be standing bound and gagged and so, oh so, exposed, out here in the open of the small paddock surrounded by dozens of dressed men and women. However, she wasn’t alone in her state of undress. There were many other young and equally beautiful women similarly nude and harnessed. And as far as I could tell none of them exhibited the level of humiliation that they ought to. Even though I was fully dressed I felt more embarrassment from being so close to so many nude girls than they did.
Despite my embarrassment, I couldn’t tear my eyes from the girl in front of me. It wasn’t just her breasts on display. My eyes followed her harness down to her crotch. A thin leather strap descended from the body of the harness right between her legs. It didn’t however offer any real protection for her modesty. Instead it just drew the eye to her swollen labia, which it split without hiding. I was sure that I could see a glistening on her inner thighs portraying that she was excited.
This if anything shocked me more than the terrible fact that she had been led like an animal by a leash, or I suppose it would be more accurate to call them reins, by a fully dressed man.
Worst though and maybe the reason that I felt so embarrassed was that I could feel that my own sex in my panties was decidedly puffy.
?Beautiful isn’t she?? The question snapped me back out of my drifting thoughts. It was the man holding her reins who had spoken. To my further embarrassment, I realised he’d addressed me rather than the small group of my companions.
My boss and I had just arrived as guests at the Wallinghurst Pony Club, neither of us had had any inkling that it was going to be anything other than a traditional pony club, so we were both extremely shocked to find that the ponies were young women, all of whom were basically naked, bound and gagged with bits. I’m sure that we’d have left immediately if not for the importance of the meeting that had drawn us here.
Our host and his friends was standing right besides us, they clearly did know all about the club and the human ‘ponies’ – they were members after all. He’d just been introducing Mr. Hanson, my boss, to his companions when we’d been interrupted by the arrival of the man leading this beautiful naked creature.
I didn’t really know how to respond to the question. If I said yes then I felt that I would be saying that it was all right for her to be paraded nude like this, equally though I couldn’t say no since it was so obviously incorrect – she was very beautiful. Not to mention that I didn’t want to offend our host, the man who’d be my new boss if today’s meeting went as planned.
?Err, yes,? I stammered quietly. Despite normally being so confident when faced with new and unusual situations to do with work I found myself blushing and dropping my eyes to the floor. I just could not bring myself to look the man in the eyes. I was blushing very deeply.
?Come closer,? he encouraged, ?Richard told me that this was your first visit to the club.?
?N-n-no, thanks.?
?It’s OK, she won’t bite,? he laughed gently, then reached forward to take my hand and gently pulled me forward, closer to the naked young woman. I didn’t want to get any closer, but I couldn’t be rude either. Mr. Hanson, would never forgive me if I screwed up today’s meeting. Once more my eyes were drawn to her golden flesh. I followed her strong muscled legs up from her strange boots. It looked like she was standing on her tip-toes, but the boots didn’t have any heels so I couldn’t understand what forced her stand that way. She was a tall girl, almost as tall as I was I guessed, but at the moment she was a good two or three inches taller than me because of way the boots made her stand.
Again I found myself looking at the swollen flesh of her sex, cruelly split by the thin leather strap.
?Don’t you think she’s lovely??
My tongue felt suddenly dry in my mouth and I couldn’t find any words to respond. Was he aware of where my eyes had been drawn, I wondered to myself? I forced my eyes away from her crotch but only found myself staring at her bosom instead.
?Here,? he coaxed, ?reach out and stroke her breast with the back of your hand like this.? He very gently caressed her to demonstrate. As he touched her, I saw her shiver slightly. He touched the outside edge of her breast in small upwards strokes. Her flesh bouncing softly with each touch.
?She loves that,? and then to the girl herself, ?don’t you?? It was just like he was talking to a beloved pet. She responded by shaking her head up and down with an exaggerated nod. It certainly reminded me of the way a horse nods its head; her mane of blonde hair shaking back and forth as her head moved.
?Now you do it,? he said it like an order, ?it shows a filly that you appreciate her beauty.?
I was a little afraid. It was clear that he expected me to touch her. I felt that I couldn’t do it, but knew that I had to – that or make a scene. Almost like an automaton I raised my arm and brought the back of my hand up to her chest. As my hand approached her perfect skin it was like a static electric charge was building. I felt the hairs on the back of my hand stand up. And then when my skin touched hers it discharged right through my body and I gasped. I saw the girl shudder again when I touched her and I felt myself shiver too.
Her breasts were so soft, her flesh giving way beneath my touch.
?Yes, that’s right.? he encouraged me to continue.
My mind was in a whirl, I found it hard to believe that I was actually touching another woman’s bare breast and in such a sexual manner. I hardly touched my own breasts like that! The whole situation felt so unreal.
As I stroked the woman’s breast in front of me I couldn’t help but wonder why she allowed herself to be led around bound and gagged. I just couldn’t comprehend how she could be so calm, so serene, so so ... Oh I felt confused. I wondered what had led her to join the club in the first place.
Then a horrible, terrible, thought struck me: I remembered that, in order to get an invite today, so that I could help Mr. Hanson, I’d said I’d love to join the club. In fact I’d almost pleaded. Of course, I’d had no idea what the club was really all about then, now the realisation of the consequences of my ‘cunning’ plan struck me hard. I spun around shocked at the horrendous thought to face our host.
?Oh yes,? he said, turning to his companions, ?I almost forgot to introduce Andrew’s assistant. This is a Isabelle, and she’s interested in becoming a ponygirl!?
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