The next day started just like all the others. I was woken up, my night time butt plug exchanged for the thin bathroom dildo, and unchained from the bed.
In the bathroom I bathed Alan before bathing myself, enjoying immensly this rare moment when I could run my hands all over his body. I would then scurry down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, after which I began the daily cleaning while Alan retreats to his office.
Lunch was no different, I spent it on my knees of course, Alan's manhood stiff in  my mouth, and after he had finished, both his meal and his orgasm, I got to eat out of my bowl.
It was after I had cleaned up after the meal when Alan broke the routine and showed me what he had planned.
"We're going to spend the afternoon outside." he told me. "You won't be wearing much more than you have on now, but I hope that you will be active enough not to worry to much about the cold."
I jiggled my boobs up and down while wondering what was in store for me.  I hoped I wouldn't be too cold, all I wore was my harness with the quarter cup bra attachments and wide leather belt.
Alan took me into the living room and had me stand in the middle of the room.
"Just a few things I need to add. Bend!"
Recognizing one of my slave position commands I bent low, spreading my legs and grabbing my ankles.  This position usually meant he was inserting a butt plug in me, and I wasn't wrong.
It turned out to be a big one, the widest part of it hurt going in despite the lubricant covering it. But when it narrowed again it was very comfortable, and I figured that the wide shaft was so I wouldn't be able to push it out.
I felt something brush my thighs, and looked through my legs to see a thick tail hanging there.
"Stand!"
I stood up straight, squirming a little as I adjusted to the intruder in my ass.
"You can take a look." Alan said smiling.
I did, and was amazed at what I saw.  It really looked like I had sprouted a tail, long and full, it matched my hair color perfectly. I wiggled my butt and it whipped back and forth.
"A pony tail, Sir?"  I asked.
Alan smiled. "You got it. How does it feel?"
"Okay.  It hurt going in, but it feels fine now, Sir."
"Do you think you can wear it for a while?"
"It'll be fine, Sir." I said honestly. Wow, I was going to be a ponygirl for a while!
Alan reached into a box and pulled a bundle of black leather straps out.  Wrapped inside them was something shiny. When Alan untangled the straps I saw it was a bit. This was a harness bit gag, my least favorite gag.
He fitted the harness over my head, pulling my hair through a ring in the back, and before inserting the bit, kissed me deeply on the mouth.
The bit was hard, and had a tongue depressor that took away my ability to speak. I suffered in silence as Alan adjusted straps and locked the whole thing on me with a large padlock.
"Feel okay?" he asked.
Bounce bounce jingle jingle.
He dug in the box again, and pulled out a pair of shoes, and what strange shoes they were.  They were big, and oddly shaped. It took a moment to take it all in. They looked like high heels without the heels. Instead the soles had what looked like horse shoes attached to them.  The shoes were a lot more like boots, in the way the tops stopped not below the ankle, but above it.
"Let's try these on." he said, kneeling in front of me.
Alan produced a sock, which he slipped over my left foot, before sliding on the shoe. I gripped his shoulder for balance as the tight fitting item slid up and past my ankle.
The inside was comfortable, but felt strange. I had been barefoot for so long that my feet were not used to being shaped for heels.
Alan began tightening laces, and the shoe molded itself to me. It too was locked on with a padlock.
Balancing on that foot, while the other was shod, came as a surprise. The wide area covered by the horse shoe, made it more stable than I would have expected. Even though my heel wasn't visibly supported, the tight fit around my ankle kept my foot in a position that supported my weight well. It was like walking on the balls of my feet.
With the other shoe on, the effect was magnified. Looking down at my feet, they looked like real horses feet, if those feet were black and smooth.
"Can you walk?"
I took a few tentative steps, and then started to walk more normally. Both didn't feel right.  I lifted my knees a little more and felt my foot placement become a little more natural. Something about the angle of my feet in the shoes required a more knees up walking style.
"Be careful you don't scratch the floor." I was told.
I placed my feet carefully and made my way back to Alan.
The next step was to secure my hands. This he did by crossing them behind my back, elbows bent, just below my shoulder blades. Another padlock through D rings in my wrist cuffs locked them to my harness.  Not the most comfortable position, but as far as Alan was concerned, a very attractive one.  It made me arch my back slightly, pushing my breasts forward.
The final step, was attaching a leash.  This he got out of the box, and once unwrapped was actually two seperate leashes.  He had me spread my legs and threaded a leash through my left labia ring. The first six feet of the leash was made out of thin chain, and felt cold against my skin, but I didn't move. Alan brought the end up my front, and threaded it through my left nipple ring, before attaching it to the left end of the bit gag.  Smiling, he threaded the other leash through my opposite rings and connected it the same way.  I now had two leashes attached to my bit gag, threaded through both my nipple and labia rings.  It wasn't quite done yet. He had me tilt my head forward until my chin was close to my chest, then he took a couple of tiny locks and connected them to the leashes just below my nipple rings. When I lifted my head the locks pulled on my nipple rings, lifting my breasts up.  Looking straight ahead, my breasts were lifted almost out of the cups, my nipples centered almost perfectly.
"You look great!  You feel okay?"
Bounce bounce Ow!
Bouncing my breasts pulled hard at my nipples, but the little bells still rang true.
Standing behind me he took the leashes in hand, they now served the function of reins.
"I assume you know what I mean when I pull on these," he said, "but just to make sure we'll go through it now.  A flick against your ass means go."  He demonstrated by flicking the reins somehow, and I felt them strike me on the butt. I began to walk slowly forward.
"Good, a pull to the left or right means turn that way."  He pulled on the right leash, tightening it against my pussy lips and breast. My head pulled down to the right, so I obediently started turning.
"Don't stop to turn, keep moving."
I kept going until he released the tension and then turned left a little when he pulled that side.  In this manner we wondered around the living room, with me waiting for his signal before turning to avoid furniture.
"To stop, I do this."  He jerked hard on both reins, and my head went down. The rubbing of the chain against my pussy lips sending a small wave of pleasure through me. I stopped immediately.
"Good, that's the basics. I'll teach you more in a while, but lets go outside."
I started to move toward the door, but was brought to a stop with another pull.
"Hey!  You don't move until I give you the proper cue. Understand?"
A little shocked at the hard pull, I did my best to signal a yes with my breasts, and stood waiting until he gave me the go signal.
We reached the door without further incident, and he reached around me to open it.  The air outside was crisp, but not too bad.  The sun was bright and felt warm on my skin, and thankfully there was little wind.
I was directed out onto the porch and into the yard.
"If I keep flicking your ass, it means speed up." Alan told me, doing so. I picked up the pace, growing more confident in my strange footwear with each step. Balanced as I was on the balls of my feet, it seemed my legs had a little more bounce to them, and made lifting my knees a little higher easier.
We headed toward the barn, and Alan stopped me at the hitching post outside. Wrapping the reins as I have seen him do for Nelson, he left me alone for a moment by going in the barn.
I stomped a bit in my new shoes, and tried to get a bit more comfortable. The butt plug was a constant reminder of the tail that hung down behind me, and the way my arms were bound was also something I couldn't forget.
At least the snow was gone. In the yard at any rate.  All of Alan's snow removal had kept the yard fairly clear, and once the snow began to melt, the thin layer of ice over the yard had melted almost immediately. It was muddy, but at least it wouldn't be slippery.
The big barn door opened, and Alan came out towing a pony cart. I shouldn't have been surprised.
"How do you like it? Robert put it together for me weeks ago, I've been dying to try it out!"
It looked very basic. Not much more than a seat mounted between two large wheels. The spar coming out the front was different though. Instead of the usual two, there was just a single one coming straight out the middle. The end where I assumed I would go, ended in a square fork, just wide enough for me to fit into.
Alan backed me up into it and fussed a moment with the belt around my waist. A moment later I felt the weight of the cart on my hips. It wasn't too bad.
"Looks okay. I'm going to tuck the reins into the belt for a few minutes, I want you to start walking around the yard with the cart empty to see how it feels."
I felt him puling on the belt a little more, then he smacked me on the rump and I took this as my cue to start walking.
The cart bumped up and down behind me, but rolled easily. I had no problems walking around.
"Faster, see if you can trot!" Alan called out.
Obediently I sped up, picking up to a slow jog.  It reminded me of the treadmill and I wondered if Alan hadn't had this in mind when he picked out that particular piece of equipment.
The cart bounced a lot more behind me and the effect was jarring. My breasts bounced too, ringing the little bells and pulling at my bit gag.  I kept my head low to avoid the worst of the pulls on my nipples. Otherwise I was having fun. The plug in my butt felt huge, but not overwhelming, the tail hanging from it swished against my legs.
I circled the yard once more and stopped when told to.
Alan walked up and pulled the reins out of the belt, then checked all my straps again. "Okay?" he asked.
Bounce.
He laughed, knowing my discomfort, and walked back to the seat of the cart.  I didn't turn my head to follow him. I knew if I did that I would pull more on my nipple rings.
I felt the weight change on the spars connected to my belt, but it wasn't as bad as I feared. Apparently the cart was well balanced enough that I carried only a small fraction of Alan's weight.
I felt the reins tighten a little, and then a flick.
Pulling was harder now, but not terribly so.  The cart seemed more stable, and didn't bounce around.  The effort to pull him made me breath a little harder but it was still well within what I was used to on the treadmill. He flicked again and I started to trot, going left or right depending on the tension I felt on the reins.  This time I was being aroused. The rings on my pussy lips kept the reins brushing this most sensitive area, and soon I was getting quite hot. I knew that I was getting wet down there from all the friction.  I liked it!
We trotted around the yard and up and down a short portion of the driveway before pulling up in front of the house.
Alan got out of the cart and went inside for a moment, coming out with a squeeze bottle of water, which he held to my mouth.  I thanked him with a smile as I drank the water down. Despite the cold air I was sweating a little.
"Having fun?" he asked me, his evil grin in place.
I nodded and bounced my breasts, a combination that was less stressful.
"Good. Then we can move on."
What now?
I got my answer.  He led me over to the barn and went inside. When he came out, one hand was behind his back,the other held a long thin pole with a whip in the end.
I backed up in alarm.
"It's okay." Alan said, taking hold of my reins and soothing me as he did Nelson when he was spooked. "I'm not going to whip you. This is just for striking you on the ass cheeks a little to help motivate you. It will be all right."
I wasn't too convinced, but Alan continued to soothe me and soon I was calm enough to stand still again. I knew Alan wasn't into whips, and I doubted that he would have suddenly developed a taste for it. I decided to trust him.
Then he revealed what he had been hiding. The blinder.
It fitted on the head harness quickly, and once more I couldn't see, except for the gap below my nose.
"Now trust me. I won't steer you wrong."
Alan walked around and sat in the cart again, and with a flick of the reins I started walking.
It was very disconcerting at first, but I could see enough to be able to put my feet down and that was really all I needed. Going slowly at first, Alan steered me around the yard, and soon we were back up to trotting speed.  I don't know how long we played, but soon we were out of the yard and trotting down one of the trails.
It felt great, I got a good rhythm going and figured out he best angle of attack for my body to be able to pull the cart.  The bells attached to my nipples and groin jingled loudly, making me feel more like a reindeer than a horse. Alan would give me steering cues and every once and a while I would feel the sharp sting of the whip.  It wasn't bad, kinda like getting a rubber band snapped against you. I could put up with it.
I only wished I could see the countryside around us as we cruised along the path. The melting snow must have been fabulous to see, but instead all I could see was the top of my breasts and the ground immediately in front of me.
When the track started to climb too much, Alan stopped us and I learned a new trick.
"When at a stop, and I do this," he said, pulling the reins hard twice, "that means back up."
I did so and moved to my left with a cue from Alan. He stopped me again and then urged me forward. I assumed we had just turned round.
Alan stopped us twice while we were out, and made sure I drank water. I was grateful, for the running made my mouth dry.  I was happy he thought to take care of his little ponygirl.
All too soon we got back to the yard, I could tell from the condition of the ground, and was surprised to hear a familiar voice.
"My God, Alan. What have you done to her now?"  It was Lisa. I had forgotten that she was coming over.
Alan brought us to a stop, and I could do nothing but stand as I was, my bondage too well done to allow me even the slightest hint of modesty.  I always felt my most vulnerable when surprised, I don't know why. I always felt acutely aware of my bare pussy, open to the world.  It would always make me blush.
"She looks great doesn't she?" Alan asked, getting out of the cart.
"Impressive. So this is why you wanted me here.  Hi Maria, are you okay in there?"
I hesitated before answering, for all I could do was bounce my breasts, which is what I ended up doing.
"Doing that again are we?  Okay.  Are you having fun being a ponygirl?"
Bounce bounce jingle jingle.
"She looks okay. Can I try it?"
"Go ahead."  Replied Alan.
A little horrified, yet excited, I waited as Alan taught Lisa the proper signals to control me. Then she climbed into the cart while Alan gave her a final warning.
"Don't forget she can't see where she's going. Not only do you have to watch where you're going, you also have to watch where she'll be stepping. Keep her away from pot holes and big bumps. I don't want her to trip and break her leg."
"You'd have to shoot her then wouldn't you." Lisa answered, and they both laughed.
I whined in protest, but it came out as more of a whinny.
"Just take her out for a short spin." continued Alan. "and don't tire her out."
"Yes Dad!" Lisa said laughing.
I felt a sharp strike on my butt, and started forward. Rather than use the reins she whipped me instead.
I at once began to trot and hoped that she knew what she was doing. We went around in circles for a few minutes and then took off.  This time we headed up the driveway I thought, and I hoped we wouldn't meet anyone coming in. The driveway had a slight upgrade so it was a little harder going this time despite Lisa's lighter weight, but I soon got my wind and we cruised along quite rapidly.
Lisa was a bit more enthusiastic with the whip, however, and I wondered what my butt would look like when we were done. Right now it had that same warm feeling it had when I had been spanked in the kennel, and we hadn't even turned around yet.
I would have thought that the tail would have helped protect my ass cheeks, but Lisa simply watched it swing and hit the cheek that wasn't covered.
As I ran, Lisa would call out to me, telling me how good it felt and was I feeling the same. What could I do to answer her, nothing.
I don't know how far we went, I was getting pretty nervous about reaching the end and getting on the road, but eventually Lisa turned us around and we walked, rather than trotted, back to the house.  By the time we got there, I had cooled down and was feeling a little chilled from the cold air.
"How was it?" Alan asked.
"Great! I'm going to have to borrow her from time to time."
They laughed and I snorted.
"Want to try the other side of the coin now?" Alan asked.
That shut her up.  Lisa said nothing for a couple of minutes.
"All right."  Her voice was quieter, lower.
Someone took my reins, and led me over to the barn. I was unhitched from the cart and tied to the hitching post, then Alan took off the blinder.
"Hi." he said, smiling. I smiled back.
"Come on." he said to Lisa, and the two of them left me alone outside.
It wasn't too long before Lisa and Alan came back out. this time, instead of the jeans and sweater she had been wearing, Lisa was naked and in a body harness like mine. She also wore a head harness and bit gag, and had her hands bound behind her like I did.
There were no reins on her yet, or hooves.
"Wait here." he told her, and she stood still, smiling at me and wriggling her ass.  Alan went into the barn and came out with a box.
"Bend low and spread your legs." he told her, holding up a butt plug identical to mine, except that the hair was colored to match her's.  I realized he had been planning to do more than just show me off, he was counting on her wanting to join me.
The look on her face when she saw the size of the plug was classic, but she bent low and closed her eyes as the lubricated plug was inserted. I could see the relief in her eyes when it finally seated, and she stood up gingerly, shifting her hips to find a more comfortable position.
Next Alan, fitted her with her shoes, these a dark brown to match her head harness. He let her walk around for a few minutes to get used to them, and I marveled at how good she looked.  The shoes gave her calves more definition and taken with the way she arched her back due to her bound arms, produced a slight S curve to her body that was very beautiful.
Did I look like that?
When she was settled, he ran the reins through her rings, and I couldn't help feel a little pang of jealousy at the intimate contact they had. I knew I could trust them both, but still...
He attached her nipple rings in exactly the same manner as mine and she was now ready. Bound exactly as I was, she now knew what I was feeling.
I had thought that Alan would next hitch Lisa to the cart while I watched, but instead he did something to the fork at the end of the spar, and it came loose in his hand. He carried it into the barn, and returned with a wider, three pronged fork. As he attached it to the cart, I silently complimented him on how well prepared he was for having TWO ponygirls.  In a matter of moments he was ready to hitch us both up, and soon we stood shoulder to shoulder with Alan seated in the cart.
"We'll go without the blinders right now." he said, and flicked the reins.  It took us a moment to get synchronized, but together Lisa and I pulled Alan around the yard and a short way up and down the driveway.  I couldn't tell if Lisa was liking this, for neither of us could turn our heads much to look at each other.
When Alan was satisfied Lisa knew her commands, he fitted us both with blinders.  I saw Lisa's as he did her first. It had her name in large letters stitched into it, just like mine.
Before he got back on the cart, I felt Alan's hand on my butt, stroking the welts from the whip.
"A little hard on her weren't you?"  He said.
Lisa snorted.
He climbed back in, and with a flick we were off again.  This time he pushed us a little harder, and while I only occasionally got whipped, he laid it on a little harder on Lisa.  She would yelp every time he struck her and boost her speed a little.
He steered us back up the driveway and it was easier going than before, but as time passed I again wondered how close to the road we were going to get.
Boy was I surprised when we reached it.
The hard packed gravel of the driveway gave way to the concrete road.
Lisa tried to stop, but Alan urged her on with a couple of quick whips. We turned left and proceeded down the road, both Lisa and myself panicking at the thought of a car coming.
We must have gone about a half a mile before turning again, this time onto a dirt road that seemed to wind around  a bit.  All I knew was that we were on the opposite side of the highway from the valley, beyond that I had no idea where we were.
After another mile, we were pulled to a stop.
"I won't be long." Alan said, climbing out of the cart and walking away.
Lisa and I wailed loudly at being left here, we weren't too happy about being exposed on the road as it was.
But what could we do. We couldn't break our bondage, or find our way back home.  We were stuck.
"Here she is!"  I heard Alan say as he walked back. From the sound of it he wasn't alone. We both squirmed and tugged at our restraints, but to no avail.
"What a beautiful pair."  Said the other person. Robert.
Recognizing his voice, Lisa squealed and tried to pull away, boy was she mad.
"They are a good match aren't they. It's a pity to break them up!" Alan replied.  "Still, business is business."
"That's right. How much did I owe you for her? Ten dollars wasn't it?"
"Right on the nose."
Lisa was tugging furiously and squealed even louder. I couldn't tell if she was mad at being sold or mad that it was for a lousy ten dollars.  Me, I couldn't believe what was happening. What was Alan doing?
"I'll unhitch her and you can take her up to your house. You can send me the gear later."  said Alan.
"Sure."
I sensed Alan freeing Lisa and heard her protest as she was led away. I stood stunned while Alan unhitched me and did something to the cart, before hitching me back up.
When eventually he got me going back the way we came, it was very unhappy and subdued ponygirl that was pulling him.
It wasn't my last surprise.
"I guess you thought that was pretty barbaric."  Alan said as we trotted down the road. "It's not what you think. You'll be happy to know that Melissa was there a little further up the road, watching everything that was happening.  She asked my help in getting back at Lisa for tying her up naked in her office one to many times, and I figured that as Robert had seen Melissa naked that it was about time he saw Lisa.
So, we set up this little sale, and as we speak, Melissa is probably letting Lisa in on it. Although, I wouldn't blame her if she strung Lisa along for a little bit longer."
He laughed, but I couldn't. The relief that washed over me was too great.  This sounded exactly like something Melissa would do, having been on the butt end of a few of her tricks myself over the years.  Knowing that Alan wasn't a white slaver was music to my ears.  All I had to worry about now was getting spotted by a car.
It never happened, we made it back to the driveway and down to the house without being seen that I knew about, and Alan unhitched me and put the cart away before leading me up onto the porch to undo my bonds.  The minute he undid my hands I reached around to hug him, ignoring the pain and stiffness. He held me close, and we stayed that way a good long time.
"You had me scared, you know." I told him once the gag came out.
"I know, but I couldn't tell you before hand, I needed your reaction to be real."
"You beast...Sir."  I said, and kissed him.
 

About an hour later, we heard a clip of hooves, and looking out the window we saw Lisa and Melissa. Lisa was still in her pony gear, pulling another cart which Melissa rode in. They pulled to a stop and Lisa stood breathing deeply while Melissa dismounted.
She didn't look as happy as someone who had just gotten their revenge.
She stepped onto the porch and held out her hand to Alan, who had opened the door.
With a look of pure innocence, Alan dug out a set of keys and handed it to her. I realized that without them, Lisa had been trapped in her bondage the whole time. She couldn't be ungagged or anything. Melissa turned without a word, and walked back to the obviously tired Lisa.
Alan came back in, and guided me away from the window. From the look on his face, I could see that it was Alan who had gotten the last laugh.
 
 

End of Part 9