Chapter 20.

Even though she was conscious all the time, she still could not remember afterwards how she got back to her box.

It was all in a daze. More in her mind than in her body. The branded spot did not hurt a lot, and it was definitely not physical pain that made her move like in a haze.

Maybe the sheer knowledge of what she had agreed to have done to her, maybe an overrun of adrenaline…she did not know or care.

In her box she slept soundly, just with a light collar connected to a ring in the wall by a long loose chain.

When she finally came round, she was tended to with the greatest of care, gently washed and oiled, her branding getting a fresh bandage etc.

She even had her period for the first time at the farm. They gave her a choice of any kind of tampons etc. she wanted. She was even given a pair of normal white undies, that was changed regularly - and she was allowed to wash herself regularly for the first time.

She did not feel at all uncomfortable, and was given time - a couple of days - to just lie around in her box. Relaxing and thinking.

On the third day, they slowly started her training again. First with a light harness and a small bit, combined with small tours in the Riding Hall and an hour or so outside with the others.

Her friends made a lot of welcoming noises the first time, she was outside, and a lot of body rubbing took place.

They also indicated with eyes and body that they noticed and liked her new body art. Some of the others proudly showed their own branding for her to compare.

She had not really noticed the branding on the others before - or rather she had thought it to be tattooing or done in some other way on the ponies, she had noticed it on.

One of the problems of only using sound and body language. One could not ask proper questions and get proper answers.

Even though she knew that research had determined that most of our communication is done by body language, she had found out that the small verbal portion of any communication was often vital for the understanding.

Each day she was trained a little longer - and harder, and each day she was outside (if the weather was fine) for longer and longer spells.

The practice of being 'mated', i.e. fucked by on of the stallions under total control at least once a day, was taken up again.

At the end of this period, they also started to let her service visitors again. She was popular and a few of her riders came back again and again.

One day after a young and gentle rider had had her for most of the day; she overheard him asking the Grey-haired if she was up for sale.

She grew cold all over. On one hand she was sure that her lover would not let her over to anybody. On the other hand, everything he had made her go through at the farm, made her doubt if he really intended to keep her.

Should he 'sell' her to somebody else, it would brake her heart. After all, everything she had done and the way she had put her utmost effort into the training was for him. If he choose to let her over to somebody else, it would turn her world upside down again.

She did not hear any more of this though, and slowly settled to the thought, that he had made her go through the training for his (and hers) enjoyment, not as a preparation to 'selling' her off.

She was very anxious to see him soon.

The branding was treated every day - and once in a while - with regular intervals - they removed the natural crust on the wound. To make the scar tissue more distinct.

They froze her butt, and then carefully removed the crust with disinfected steel pliers, applying a soothing lotion afterwards and letting her wear a small bandage for a couple of hours afterwards.

Soon it was healed and had made a beautiful imprint. His initials wound into each other in a whitish scar, contrasting her otherwise very suntanned body.

The intensive training made her muscles begin to build and rearrange in a new way.

She looked fine and held her head proud. Now. Not until now. She was really becoming what she was trained for - ponygirl.

Her stay ended with a final party where she was reunited with her lover.

Chapter 21.

She was a success at the party.

All morning and all day, they had washed and oiled her body. Set her hair and done her makeup.

Finally in the late afternoon they had put the most beautiful new and freshly oiled harness on her. It was tailor made, had her name and his initials stitched into the leather at strategic points. New and shiny steel rings and chains everywhere, and a headharness, emphasizing her beautiful little head. Complete with pony ears sticking up, a feather in the top of her head and a bit that had an elegant, swung set of steel rods sticking straight out from the sides of her mouth.

They had even asked her how it felt as they had put on each item, and she had indicated with her head and body if it was ok or if something needed adjusting.

When she was ready, they had placed her in front of a three part, full body-size mirror, so that she could admire herself from all angles. From the high-heeled booths over her opened pussy and ringed breasts to her delicate little head - all encased in the black, shiny leather.

When she was finally introduced to her lover, in full view of all at the party - they all clapped their hands and shouted in admiration and excitement.

He caressed her and could not stop letting his hands slide over her, feeling every little detail of her body and harness.

He kissed her cheeks and breasts for long periods - quite unashamed. And she was equally unashamed to be so adored in public.

Everybody came over to see and examine her: The tattoo woman and her assistant, the waitresses from 'Zugar Babyz', her best friend (on leash by another man, but with a telling body and eye language to her), they Grey-haired lady and a lot of the drivers and trainers that she had been servicing during her stay.

The man, who had asked if she was for sale, also came over. Made her shiver, hoping that she would not be let over to this otherwise very attractive young Trainer.

She had nothing to worry about; her lover flatly refused to discuss letting her over to anybody else. That made her comfortable, and she immediately rubbed her body against his side, to show him that she was very happy he had this attitude towards the suggestion of a 'sale'.

The two men did agree, however, that the young man could borrow her in periods, either by visiting them or when she was at the farm at later periods.

Since he had been one of the kindest and nicest Trainers, she actually got a little higher in her harnessed hornyness from overhearing this arrangement being made.

As long as she had one owner - and the owner of her choice - he could lend her to anybody, and she would do her best to satisfy this person, not to bring shame over her lover or her training.

She was straight in her back and proud. When she acted as tray after dinner, she did make one mistake of stepping on somebody's foot. Immediately she almost by herself walked to the beam, spread her legs and leaned over it, awaiting the punishment. After which she (again almost by herself) walked back to her lover, who dried a tear or two of the edges of her eyes.

He had entered her for all four competitions.

First the rodeo. She was led out together with five other girls, shortly before the rodeo.

Her arms were released and used for hanging her on the crossbar beside the pen in the Riding House awaiting the arrival of the rest of the company.

They were duly inspected. Everybody paraded by them and felt their muscles and condition as they were hanging there. Betting took place. Her lover came by and reassured her that she would do fine. So did the Grey-haired.

Number one in the row did not do so well. She got caught almost immediately and as she was punished, Amelia closed her eyes, but could not help her body jerking every time she heard the whip.

Number two did a little better, but still had her due punishment.

She was number three. She hoped the moment would never come, but suddenly the two helpers came to her, unlocked her arms from the top of the beam, and as they held tightly onto each their arm, shoved her into the little waiting box at the side of the pen.

She remembered the first time; she had seen this game. How the girl inside the box had looked frightened, and even though she had trained for this many times, she still felt her heart stick in her throat.

The wait seemed to take ages. While everyone was betting, she looked out through the beams at the pen. It had fresh sawdust covering the floor, and one of the helpers had just raked it, so it looked like a flat surface. The pen was polygonal, so there were no corners to hide in. When the door in front of her opened, she was alone with her catcher.

A man came in the pen. He looked big and strong and had the string for her arms and legs in his mouth. He bowed to all sides and the crowd cheered.

Then two things happened simultaneously: The door in front of her opened wide to the pen, and the middle part of the door behind her opened and somebody swung a whip hard against her butt, making her almost jump out of the box. The big door swung shut and she was alone in the pen with the man.

He walked briskly over to her. She waited till he was almost able to reach her, then she suddenly sidestepped and ran past him to the other end of the pen. She was so fast that when she turned in the other end, he was still facing the door she had come out of.

He turned round with a puzzled look and started moving a little faster in her direction. Again she waited till he was almost there, then she took one fast step left, and as he followed, she took a quick tour right, leaving him of balance moving away from her. She ran back to her starting point. The crowd cheered and as she turned, he had already moved half way across to her again. This time she started moving to the side as he came nearer, making them both move in the same direction. As his half circle was smaller than hers, he would cross her path in about six to ten steps. She let him get very close, and then she cut the brake, and quickly ran to the opposite side of the pen. Again he was off balance, moving with all his weight in the original direction, and not being able to stop as fast as she was.

Her heart was pounding in her chest and she could see that he was irritated, not being used to having so much and so intelligent opposition. The crowd cheered even higher, and she thought that there must be a lot of bets on her. It flattered her a lot.

This time he anticipated her movement, so when she changed movement, he was already there, grabbing her arms.

She twisted and fought with all her skills, and it took him a good while to get her down on the floor, face down and with his knee between her shoulderblades.

She tucked her arms under her as tight as she could, preventing him from getting a proper hold on her. It was a short respite. Soon her left arm was forced out from under her, and the noose tightened around her left wrist. He shoved the tied arm under his knee, so he could hold both her body and her arm with the same knee. Shortly after he had pulled her right arm out from under her, and wound the line around. Then she felt him tightening - hard. She knew it was almost over, but was not beaten yet.

She kicked as he turned around to get her feet in place, but again it was only a matter of time. First one ankle up to her hands, then the other - and then she felt his knee leaving her back and he was standing up as the bell struck a loud tone. It was over.

She looked sideways at the clock. There was only 25 second to go - only five lashes. She let her head fall down in the sawdust again, waiting.

The two helpers got her up on her knees, still cross-tied on her back.

She looked down at the sawdust stuck in the sweat on her front.

He was right in front of her caressing a long, braided crop between his gloved hands.

Then he let it caress her pussy slowly. It suddenly dawned on her, that he was sour because she had almost made a fool of him, avoiding him for so long. She knew the five lashes would be hard to take - and they were.

He carefully placed the end of the crop in the center of her opening, letting it slide a little back and forth in her wetness.

The he struck with force, making her jump so high; she almost left the ground.

Then he patiently waited till her body had stopped jerking and shivering. Apparently enjoying the tears running down her cheeks, before he hit again.

This time it was almost unbearable, and the crowd was hissing at him and calling out that he should be lenient, as she had given such a great fight.

But he did not react to the shouting, he kept on the same way, till she had gotten her full five lashes - and he had gotten as much out of it as if he would have given her three times as many.

She was on the verge of fainting, when the helpers released her legs and almost carried her off to the stables.

There her lover washed her and took care of her sore and swollen sex. He praised her a lot and reharnessed her after having kissed her all over and caressed her till she almost came.

Chapter 22.

She only made no. 5 in the race. Mainly because her swollen pussy did not agree to the usual pulling open by the strings to her rings. She had to keep her legs apart while running, thus not being able to go at full speed.

It was her lover, who rode in the cart, and he did not use excessive force with the reins or the whip.

She did her utmost to outrun the others even with her sore crotch.

They did ten rounds of the riding hall, and after the last one, she was seeing little red specks before her eyes from the strain. Saliva was also dripping from both her nose and her mouth as she tried to get her breath back.

He praised her a lot and managed to exclude her from the whipping, the rest of the runners were getting - in quantities measured out according to their finishing place in the race.

Once again she was led back to her box, and taken care of and rested for half an hour or more.

Her pussy was still rather swollen and the lubrication of the running had done some to ease the pain, but it was still bad.

For the next event - the jumping - she got into a light harness, with reins to both sides and her head enabling her lover to direct her with more precision.

He also fixed a massive 'roll' over her nose and tightened the straps holding her head. She now had to rely totally on his orders and the signals from the reins.

She was the third of five jumpers. He did not lead her into the riding hall before it was her turn, so she had no idea how the others had managed.

When the bell sounded as signal for them to start, she again did her absolute best to present herself as she was led round and over the different obstacles. She remembered to lift her legs high between the jumps, and to land properly: First on one foot gently taking the brunt of the jump by bending her knee slightly and then to quickly support herself by the other foot.

She was terrible afraid to fall or make a wrong jump or to pull down any of the obstacles with her feet.

However, she got through the whole thing without any errors - at least so she thought.

He even had her round to kneel slightly for the judges in the end.

Then she was led to the low horizontal beam, her legs were attached to each their post, she was bend over the beam, and her bit were tied by the reins to the lower horizontal beam.

She could not look up, but knew that beside her, the two other ponygirls were standing in exactly the same way with their exposed butts sticking straight up.

It took ages. She could hear the bell going for the start and end of the two last jumpers. She could also hear the crowd cheering or the collective sigh that went through it as the last girl fell over an obstacle. She felt sorry for this unknown girl, as she knew, she would be the last in the competition - and thus get the most severe whipping of the five.

They were all five left for a while in their uncomfortable position. If she strained her neck and eyes, she could see the girls on each side of her.

They were both drooling. Little drops of saliva were dripping into the sawdust.

She thought it strange. She herself was drooling, but was actually not aware of it, until she noticed the other girls. It was a little like the actual jumping. She had not heard the crowd at all only her lover's commands. Like there was only them in the whole world. By hearing the crowd noises, when the other girls jumped, she realized that there must have been the same attention and noise as she was completing the track.

Then came the punishment. The girl, who fell got it first. She could hear the whip hitting flesh as the punishment for being last was administered to the poor girl. She herself jerked involuntarily with each lash. Like it was her, who got hit. Psychologically it was. Her mind was filled with thoughts of herself getting to feel the pain over her butt shortly.

There was almost no other sound than the whip. The girls bit prevented her from screaming, but she could hear clearly the noises, that she was able to make. She could hear the pain.

She waited. Each time the whip stopped, she expected herself to be next in line, but she was not. Finally she realized that she had won the competition. It slowly dawned on her as she was suddenly released and pulled up and away from the beam.

Everybody cheered and her lover stroked her butt with a lot of affection. Then he helped her out. She won and did not get whipped, but the tension and the wait had been almost as bad as if she had been punished like the rest.

She did not snap out of it until she was back in the familiar box.

Chapter 23.

Now, they were three people working on her: Her lover and the two stable boys. The Grey-haired even came by to inspect the progress of her readying. Probably wanted to make sure that all the training had been perfect to the last detail, and wanting a pony from her stable to win the next and last competition: The Show Ponies.

She was massaged, and washed with baby-oil. She was rubbed down, her nails and hair was done up. She had oil rubbed into her whole body. Makeup was administered to her face, body and openings. Finally she was put into a beautiful show harness with lot's of silver and brass spikes, smooth buckles and rings and the now well-know horse-brass: Leather straps with round brass plaques adorning them. As usually the pictures in these horse brass decorations had nothing to do with their original counterparts. These had only obscene motifs and engravings of ponygirl and sex scenes.

At last they declared themselves satisfied with her, and she was led back for a presentation round.

She had to do one full circle of the riding hall, just on a lunge. Her lover made her do the different walks and trots as she had been trained to.

The she did a round with a small decorative cart. Slowly and fast alternating.

Finally she had to 'cat-walk' i.e. walk on her own back and forth and turn as the joint company was watching and admiring her.

She waited anxiously at her lover's side as the two other show ponies finished their presentation. Then a little longer until the judges had reached a verdict.

She did not become no.1 but no. 2. The reason given was that she was too small compared to the ideal for a pony. Otherwise she had gotten to remarks in all categories.

Her lover comforted her, and everybody gave him, her and the Grey-haired woman their congratulations - as if she had actually won.

It took some of the disappointment away from her - but she was still a little sad, she had not been best.

The company went back to the barroom and here her lover left her. His final remark was that he as usual would be in the background watching her, and that she would be brought home to him tomorrow.

Again, everybody that wanted her could have her, but apart from the first time, she tried this, this time she did not need a ring-gag in her mouth, or restraints holding her in place, while being fucked.

She stood next to the beam in the middle of the room, and anyone could come up to her and point to the opening of his desire. If the man pointed at her mouth, she immediately kneeled down and started to suck, if he pointed to her middle, she turned spread her legs and bend over the beam, allowing him to freely enter the opening of his choice.

Apparently her performance in the riding hall had been so impressive, that most of the males present wanted to try her out.

It was very late, when she was led back to her box, made ready for the night and put a sleep.

Even though she felt exhausted, she lay for a long time, watching the red night lamp and the darkness outside the high windows before falling into deep sleep.

Chapter 24.

The next morning, she went through her usual routine, but instead of going to training or to the outside pen, she was picked up by the Grey-haired lady and led a new way to an inside garage.

Here a normal looking blue van was parked. She was taken up the back ramp and into a little metal cage in the center of the van.

The cage consisted of a few, well-placed steel beams. She was kneeling inside it.

They pulled her ankles and knees to the side of the cage and fastened them to the lower beam. Then they pulled her head forward and pressed a vertical beam in on each side of her head. She was now only able to move her head up and down, not to the sides, and no way would she be able to pull her head back from the two bars against her neck.

In front of her on the floor were two deep plastic bowls, one with water on the bottom and the other with her usual diet.

Finally they mounted a funnel under her pussy, so that she could freely urinate through this into a container under the floor.

They closed the door to the cage behind her, went out of the van, pulled the ramp up and closed the backdoor. She was alone in her cage/scaffold in the middle.

It was really a human-pony-transporter. Her humiliation and pony status was to be preserved till she reached the door of her lover's home.

She heard the van start and take off.

The ride took a couple of hours. At first it had been uncomfortable, as every little movement of the van had made her rub or bang against the bars of the cage. Then she got used to it and actually she was restrained in such a way that even a large bump on the road, an emergency fast braking of the van or any other movement it might make, would not damage her at all.

She had time to think about her situation. A few moths ago, she had been the most shy and timid little girl one could imagine. She even used to wear loose hanging clothes in order to hide her body from the world, as she thought she was by far good enough looking.

Now she stepped around naked and harnessed, with the most private and personal parts of her body not only exposed, but on display.

She made love to whoever she was ordered to and with all the energy and skill she had learned at the farm.

She had also gotten rings in her most private parts - not so much as a decoration, but as 'handles' for controlling her completely.

Finally she had been branded with her lovers initials on her butt, for everybody to see that she was indeed his property.

She knew that she would never be able to go back to her old life - and knew that she would be desperate if her lover left her.

At the same time she wondered how it would be to be back at his house, where she had spend so many good hours making love to him. How would they be able to keep up this dominating relationship and how would she be able to be his pony in a villa with no riding house, no boxes and no secluded outside pen?

The van slowed down and turned slowly a number of times. She knew they had gone of the freeway and was approaching the house. She would know soon enough.

The car stopped, she heard muffled voices outside, some doors slammed - and then silence.

Chapter 25.

After a short wait the door to the van was opened, her lover came in and took her from the cage.

He led her out of the van, and she noticed she was in the garage of the house, but instead of leading her into the house itself, he took her to a door at the back of the garage. The door to the old chauffeur's apartment.

Inside he had had it all redone. Instead of the little four rooms and kitchen, he had had some of the walls taken down. Now it was only three rooms.

The one they entered was like a living room, except it had a small platform at one end, with two posts going from floor to ceiling. On one side was a horizontal bar arrangement like the one in the barroom at the farm. On the other side were a sofa and an easy chair with a small coffee table in front. The walls were hung with whips; harnesses, dildo's and other of her now well know torture instruments.

Clearly a small room one could use for having fun with a submissive. The second room was bit larger and had a running belt like in a fitness studio and a stepping machine, lots of rings and hooks in the walls and ceiling. A real pony training studio. The running belt was even equipped with a couple of handlebars, so that the person running on the belt could feel attached to a cart.

The last room was a box like at the farm. She immediately knew that this was were she was going to live from now on, and she was quite satisfied. It looked much like her box at the farm. Home at last.

After he had showed everything to her, he took all her harnessing, bridle and straps off.

Then asked her in a soft voice: 'well, my little pony. Do you like your new surroundings?'

'Yes, I love them. Do you really want me to stay here?'

'No. I had thought you could move in with me in the main building. Then we could go down here and play and train, when we felt like it'.

'…but I like it here. I think I would prefer it if you had me here most of the time. Then you could come and train me at your leisure. Wouldn't it be the best?'

'Hmmm..maybe. I think I will leave it up to you. As you know I won't be able to care for you like they did at the farm. Here it is just you and I, you know?'

'Yes, but I am sure we will manage..hihi..don't you?'

He did not answer, but took her in his arms and started kissing and caressing her body all over as softly as he could…

Chapter 26.

They had a good life after that. She really enjoyed being his pony, and he adored her and took care of her.

Sometimes they lived in the house as man and woman, but often (and mostly on her initiative) they went down to the chauffeur building and played for days and days.

Just like 'normal' women asks their men to do their zippers in the back of their dresses, she would get into as much as the harnessing as she could herself, than ask him in her sweetest voice: 'Darling, will you please do my hands'.

Of course he then strapped her arms on her backs, her fingers now being able to touch the back of her head.

She always let him put the bit in. He had a certain way of doing it. Tightening it just right in a way, she could never do herself.

Once in a while she went back to the farm, had more training and won more prizes for the little shelf in the front room of the chauffeur's apartment.

She was also on loan to both the piercing woman and the waitress. Here she learned new ways of enjoying the combination of pleasure and pain - but that is an intirely different story…