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MY PONY GIRL

by PONYMASTER

    This is a science fiction story.   Pony boys and girls have been around in many parts of the world for quite a while. The idea is that one of a couple agrees to be a pony boy or girl and the other will be Master or Mistress. Usually, at least, it is done as a game, but suppose the pony were to wear a collar, permanently locked on, giving their name in bold letters, and "Pony of" and the name of the Master or Mistress. When acting as a pony, the pony will wear a harness to which their arms are strapped, and a bit, but this is only for pony play. The rest of the time, they could wear ordinary clothes, but they'd still have that collar on for all the world to see. They would effectively be married to their Master or Mistress. Sound's far fetched? Read on!

TABLE OF CONTENTS

1   BACKGROUND 2   COLLEGE AND ALL THAT 3   THE CLAIMING OF LINDA 4   A NEW HOME 5   ENTERTAINMENT AT THE PONY CLUB 6   ENTERTAINMENT AT HOME 7   TAKING LINDA ON TRIPS 8   PONY CLUB VACATIONS 9   WE VISIT A PONY STABLE 10   WE VISIT A 'HOUSE' 11 I SOLVE THE MOTHER-IN-LAW PROBLEM 12   I SELL SANDRA
INTRODUCTION
    By the twenty second century, human pony racing had become the country's number one sport, having surpassed football and baseball in popularity. The ponies pulled a small cart in which the cart jockey (their Master or handler) rode. They wore a harness with their arms strapped to their sides and held the cart shafts, there was a bridle with a bit secured in their mouth. Their buttocks and breasts were usually bare. There were high school, college, pony club and professional leagues. Betting on pony races was heavy; the professional leagues all had pari-mutuel betting.
    The pony club ponies and most of the professional ponies were graduates of pony schools, which were practically free to its students, made its money by selling contracts on the services of its graduates. The contracts on graduates who had race winning potential were sometimes sold for astronomical prices, and the prices for ponies that were outstanding at showing and dressage ran from the hundreds of thousands to the millions. However, there was demand for all pony school graduates, as they had not only been trained in pony skills, but the schools also prepared them to be cooks, housekeepers, gardeners and other occupations which made them desirable spouses, so men and women were ready to pay a price equal to that of a house or several new cars for a pony school graduate who appealed to them and who, besides satisfying the principal requirement for membership in the pony clubs, worked for twenty years without further pay. To keep problems between buyer and their pony to a minimum, schools required an extensive computerized compatibility test before allowing a sale.
    Pony 'owners' were recognized as the highest level of society, and the pony boys and girls considered themselves better than anyone who did not have a pony, although of course many people eventually got ponies when they felt that they could afford the price of a pony contract. Thus, ponies tended to be several years younger than their Masters and Mistresses.
    During the early twenty first century, marriages between man and woman ended in divorce over 50% of the time. By the twenty second century, not only did pony contracts have a 90% chance of being carried out for the full twenty years, but over 90% of ponies remained with their Master or Mistress after their contract period had been fulfilled. In effect, pony contracts had largely replaced marriage.
    A pony contract required the pony boy or girl to do anything their owner wished, within reason, (including sleeping with them) but the owner was required to take good care of the pony for the duration of the contract, which was usually twenty years, and for the higher priced ponies, the care was always very lavish.. The ponies were not slaves, as either party could cancel the contract, although the legal complications involved made broken contracts rare, at least for ordinary ponies.
1   BACKGROUND
    My mother was a pony girl. Dad paid five thousand dollars down for a twenty year contract for her services, the total contract price being about $100,000. He also had to take care of her during that period, but any money she earned was supposedly his. At the end of the contract period she received the $100,000 back (the school made their profit from the interest). She didn't have to, but she went on being a pony girl and spouse for Dad as did many other pony girls who found that they liked that way of life.
    I was born when Mother and Dad had been together for ten years, and Mother engaged a cook and housekeeper until I was ready for kindergarten and they cut down on the number of pony events they participated in until I was in school. My first memory is of riding in a pony cart pulled by Mother, who was wearing a pony harness, but of course her arms were not strapped to the harness, so she could help me, and she did not wear a bit. When I was a little older, Mother let me lead her around the house with a halter rope snapped on her collar; sometimes, she would even wear a show bit strapped from the bit rings to the back of her neck and let me control her with the reins. Her collar, by the way, read "JANICE" in bold letters in front, just above the d-ring for the halter. To the left of her name in smaller letters was "Pony of" and the the right, "John Forsyth" and on each side, outside of the writing was the pony training association insignia.
    Just before I started high school, Dad arranged for me to take a pony handling course, which took a month, during school vacation, and was held in a private home with only twelve students. A week before the pony course was to start, Dad said after dinner, "Joe, that pony handling course, they only have one pony for twelve students, so I think we should give you a little training in advance." Then, he turned to mother and said, "Janice, when you've started the dishwasher, Bring me the halter and wrist cuffs." (I put 'Bring' in bold letters, because he made it clear that it was a command).
    Shortly after the dishwasher had started, Mother handed Dad the halter and wrist cuffs. He snapped one end of the halter on her collar (both ends had snap hooks), strapped the cuffs on her wrists, then snapped them together behind her back with a double snap hook. Then, he said to me, "Come on, Joe." and led Mother into the tack room. I followed.
    When I was in the tack room, Dad closed the door, removed the halter and unsnapped her wrist cuffs but left the cuffs on her wrists. Then, he said, "Strip.'"
    Mother immediately removed her clothes, folding them neatly in a pile. Then, Dad took her wrist cuffs and snapped them to the ends of the two foot long rest bar, which was adjusted to hold her hands as high as she could reach, then he put her running shoes on, put ankle cuffs on her, and snapped them together with a snap hook, making an effective hobble.
    Then, Dad started putting Mother's harness on. It was arranged to buckle in back. First, he put the shoulder straps on. They came together at the middle, front and back, just above the horizontal upper breast strap and there were single vertical straps below, front and back. There was another horizontal strap just below her breasts, then a waist strap. Below the waist, the middle straps turned into the G-string, which at the crotch turned into a thong, in back, then widened to connect to the waist strap in back.
    Before he took her arms down from the rest bar, Dad installed the show bit, which lacked a halter assembly. It was heavy black rubber to protect her teeth, and as wide as her face, had large rings in each end, with straps on the rings that buckled together behind her neck. The reins were also snapped on the rings.
    Finally, Dad unsnapped Mother's wrist cuffs and snapped them on the front sides of the harness, and put a strap around her arms above her elbows, behind her back and buckled it to hold her elbows close and back. She was a beautiful sight, the harness displayed her excellent figure and the big bit in her mouth made her face more beautiful then ever. (if you don't believe this is possible, look at the picture below)
        Next, Dad, snapped the halter on, removed the hobble snaps, and led her into the garage, to a position between the shafts of the pony cart, turned her to face forward with the cart, lifted and strapped the shafts to her harness and put the end grips in her hands and snapped the end of the halter to her collar to keep it handy. Then, he said, "Kneel" and she got down on her knees, lowering the shafts. Then, to me he said, "Get in." Then, after I got in, he snapped the reins to her bit, handed them to me and told Mother, "Stand." Then to me he said, "I think you've seen enough cart driving to drive a

cart. All you have to do is use the whip and voice commands to start or go faster, steer by pulling the left or right reins, and pull both reins and give a voice command to slow or stop. And, don't run her too long at a time. And here's the hobble snap, if you take a notion to stop and visit someone, hobble her, or she may come back home. Have fun."
    So, I cracked the whip on my Pony's rear, and said, "Let's go!" After we'd gone a block, I gave her a good crack of the whip, and said, "Run." That was great, the cart was small enough so it seemed faster than it really was, and my Pony was doing all the work. However, I knew that if I brought my pony in all sweaty, Dad would give me what for, and I didn't want to ruin this wonderful experience, so I slowed her to a trot, turned around, and slowed to a walk the last block before we got home..
    When we got back to the garage, I unhitched Mother from the cart and led her into the tack room, where we were met by Dad. He inspected her, then showed me how to sponge her off with cool water, then wipe her down, then told me to unharness her and put the show harness on her. What I called the show harness was just a belt with G-string, and d-rings to hold her wrists alongside, in front, or behind her back; it showed a lot of skin, which I liked better than the fancier trappings that were used on some ponies, as I felt it showed her figure off better.
    First, I put the hobble snaps back on, unbuckled the straps pulling her elbows back and in, then unsnapped her wrists from the harness and snapped them to the rest bar. Then, the harness came off and I put the show harness on.
    When I had secured her wrists to the harness and strapped her elbows close behind her back, I removed the hobble snaps and Dad started showing me the elements of pony handling; it was much more complicated than just driving a pony, and there were many more signals that had to be learned, with the reins and whip mostly, but also verbal, like walk, trot, prance, canter, walk on one spot, halt, reverse, all different steps and it got very tricky when guiding a blindfolded pony through an obstacle course, forwards and backwards.

    These dressage lessons were continued for the rest of the week, and Dad had Mother demonstrate faults in steps and posture so I could learn to correct them.
    The pony handling course gave more instruction but, as Dad expected, we didn't get much time handling the Pony Girl, who spent more time helping the instructor by demonstrating what he was describing. However, he gave us a lot of instruction in the many details of caring for a Pony Girl, how to adjust the harness, halter and bit to be comfortable but secure, for example; the bit should be tight enough so she couldn't push it out with her tongue but not so tight as to stretch the sides of her mouth. He spent a good deal of time discussing details of a pony's grooming, exercise program, and discipline. He stressed that the pony girls should be treated as a pony, not a woman, respecting her limitations and trying always to get her respect and trust.
    In high school, pony clubs were the thing, nearly everyone belonged to one of their many sections, which were assigned by the school's computer based on compatibly. The first year, pony club members had to spend as much time being ponies as handlers, and I didn't like being a pony too much, but it was good experience. By the end of our first year, I had been evaluated as best as a handler, and I had found a Pony Girl, who also became my girl friend. Her name was Helen, she had brown hair, was about my height, had a very nice, lean muscular figure, and mainly she seemed to like me and liked to work with me. Dad had given me a car as soon as I got my driver's license, so I spent more time with Helen on dates than as a pony. I took her to restaurants, night clubs and secluded parking spots, and my parents even allowed me to bring her home while they were away. There; I could put a harness on her and discovered that her kisses were more passionate when I'd secured her arms to the harness, and were even better if I paddled her a bit! We also took in school events such as pony shows and dressage demonstrations. One of the neatest was the musical pony dressage, where a number of pony boys and/or girls performed routines that had been choreographed to all kinds of music, especially dances and marches.
    By the end of the school year, Helen had proven to be one of the best runners in our class. Pony racing was very exciting, more dangerous for the driver than the pony, as the carts were easy to upset, so we had to wear helmets and protective clothing; the shafts of the carts were not strapped to the harness, the ponies just held them, so could be instantly free of the cart in a collision; the ponies did not have protective clothing, which would have ruined their appearance By our last year, Helen and I were in the varsity cart racing team; and Helen got to wear a collar similar to Mother's collar; but with the school's insignia on it instead of the pony training institute insignia. The cart jockey's job was to keep and eye on the other racers and advise the pony with a tiny radio each driver and pony wore. Helen had good instincts for running races, had a talent for keeping a little in reserve if a spurt was needed to lead at the finish. Before that last year ended, Helen received a scholarship at the college I was planning to attend, which, in co-operation with a nearby pony training school would qualify her as a graduate pony girl when she'd graduated from the college.

  2   COLLEGE AND ALL THAT
    When we started in college, we found that I would have been required to spend more time as Helen's handler than a course in computer science, which I wanted to take, would allow. There was no problem getting her a handler, so although I tried to keep in touch, we soon went our separate ways.
    Anyway, my first semester, I got in one of the Greek Letter Pony Clubs, all of which were co-educational and had replaced the fraternities and sororities of the early twenty first century. Like I had heard about the former fraternities, they treated freshmen as slaves, and used paddles on us frequently.   All freshmen, in the clubs were ponies at first, but I soon qualified as a handler, thanks to the pony handling course I'd taken before high school, and my pony club experience in high school. In the club, I found myself handler for another pony, Mitzi, who was very pretty; she had long wavy black hair. Mitzi was several inches shorter than I until she put on high heels, when we came even. Mitzi had a more voluptuous figure than Helen did, and displayed more talent for showing. One detail of pony equipment that I have not mentioned before is the tail, as it is used mostly for show and dressage demonstrations, so I had to install Mitzi's tail quite often. The tail was installed by putting a plug in the pony's rectum. The approved procedure was to give the command, 'Position' at which the pony bent over in a most tempting position. Like most handlers, I always then gave the pony three good swats with the pony whip on her bottom, before I installed the tail, then spread her cheeks and inserted my KY Jelly coated middle finger into her anus. Then, I wiggled the finger, held it there and said, "Now, are you going to be a good girl for me?" Of course she nodded, then I removed my finger and put the vaseline coated plug in its place. Then, I gave the command 'Stand' and she stands back up. That little detail was one of the best parts of getting a pony girl rigged. Due to her talent for it, we had to concentrate on showing and dressage, so spent a lot of time practising with the club's show and dressage team. One of the senior handlers was in charge of a half dozen pony girls and rehearsed them regularly, occasionally in harness and bit, but more often naked, except for high heeled shoes, and with their arms secured to their sides. He liked to use a pony whip to correct them, he was quite strict..
    The freshman handlers did not have much to do, mainly seeing the problems their pony girls were having and later trying to help them correct the problem. I really enjoyed watching six pony girls together. There was a good deal of argument on harness and decorations for showing and dressage; I favoured the same gear mother had used for show and dressage events, a single belt harness and a bit without head stall, I thought we had six shapely ponies and should display as much skin and face as possible. That was one argument I won (freshmen didn't win many arguments with seniors). For display, the ponies wore little hats with a colourful plastic figure on top similar to that worn by the pony in the picture on the first page of this story. Whether it was due the harness and bit or not, our team won the inter-club freshman final show and dressage performance.
    I had several girl friends in my first two years of college, but Mitzi was my favourite, and what do you know? Near the end of our sophomore year, she was offered a full scholarship to put her last
two years in the affiliated Pony School, and she took it. So that made two ponies I had lost because they had winning potential. So, my junior year I decided to play the field, but while I was about it, I decided to look for a pony girl who would graduate the same time as I would, so I started looking around with my computer. Anne was the persona of the "Office Assistant" program that I had selected which had a nearly infinite choice of 'assistants'. I had named her after the secretary of a character in one of Robert Heinlein's classic science fiction books. Anne was blond and beautiful, and I usually had her dress in very revealing costumes, not at all like an office person. I told Anne to find me a girl at the nearby pony school whom I could talk to on line, and maybe visit when she was allowed to go out week ends by the school. Anne's database included evaluations of me, my likes and dislikes.and personality quirks and these were matched with evaluations of the pony girls.. Anne showed me pictures and evaluations of several girls who the school would allow to talk to me. They were very picky on this, didn't want their students wasting too much time on prospects unless they could show that they could be able to buy contracts on them as soon as they graduated. However, I was able to show that I would be able to buy a contract on one of their graduates when I graduated. This not only took approval of my parents, but also a cash guarantee from them, however it didn't take long as my parents had already agreed to back me in purchase of a pony girl.
    The girl I finally selected, after talking for several days to half a dozen prospects, was named Linda. She agreed to try joining me for the one week end a month they were allowed, but warned me that they were required to wear a locked chastity belt when they left the school. When the time came, I met her. Linda was about about two inches shorter than I, had long legs and a graceful long neck, a perfect face and dark red hair, a complexion that tanned easily, and mainly, she and I just fitted together.   Like most of the girls I'd known, Linda's mother had been a pony girl, but unlike my mother, when her twenty years was up, she left her spouse and master. Linda told me her mother was not in favour of her daughter going to pony school, and although they kept in touch with each other, the relationship was not close.
    Before our first weekend was over, I decided that I wanted Linda for my pony girl. I didn't even get a chance to see the chastity belt, I didn't try very hard to get intimate with her, I wanted her for life and I wanted to first convince her that I was the one she wanted to buy the contract on her, for pony school graduates could pick and choose who could buy their contracts. Therefore, I spent more time telling her about where I planned to live, what I wanted to do with my life, that sort of thing. I also didn't overlook telling her I thought she was wonderful and that I loved her. We did kiss quite a lot, and she was enthusiastic about it. Linda agreed not to take on any other on line friends, if I'd make a deal with the school, which I did. They would give me first crack at her contract as soon as she graduated, at a top, for her grade, price   Pony girl contract prices were set by the school, for a reverse auction, the price automatically lowered every day until sold. The price of $130,000 was within the limits my parents had OKd, so it was a deal. Linda agreed to meet me for the one week end a month she was allowed to leave the school.
    Linda was always wearing a school uniform dress, with the collar locked on her neck. I wasn't bothered by the fact that our intimacy was reduced by that chastity belt, I'd decided long ago that good kissing was so nearly as good as sexual intercourse that I wouldn't miss the latter, particularly as there was no shortage of girls available for it at my college.
    Our second monthly 'date' was memorable, because it was the first time I harnessed Linda and tried a few dressage routines. I put high heels and the show harness on her, without a G-string, as she was wearing the stainless steel locked chastity belt, the first time I'd ever seen one. Her buttocks had flat chains going from the crotch over each cheek to the belt, and in front was a narrow strip with a very narrow slot near the bottom for sanitary use. See the illustration below:

    As soon as I'd secured the bit in her mouth, I told her Position, and her position was too tempting, so I gave her the usual three hard swats with the pony whip, then put a KY Jellied finger in her rectum, held it there and wiggled it a bit. Then, instead of saying, "Now, will you be a good girl for me" as I'd done for several other ponies, I simply said, "I love you, Linda." Then I removed my finger and inserted the jelly coated tail plug, then told her Stand and stepped back to have a good look at her. I said, "Darling, you're a truly beautiful pony, I hope you'll be my pony all my life. She nodded her head; then came close and nudged one of her breasts against my chest. I put my arms around her, and clasped her cheeks, feeling the chains with each hand. Her arms being secured to her sides, her hands pushed on me on each side. I kissed both of the cheeks (on her face!), and pressed my lips to her lips, although around that bit wasn't too satisfactory. Finally, I snapped the reins on her bit, and had her walk around the room in front of me; her response to the signals I gave her was perfect. This was truly one of the high points of my life, I had done dressage with many pony girls, but Linda was very special, and I couldn't get enough of feasting my eyes on her graceful movements.
    I did manage to beat that devlish chastity belt somewhat; after consideirable research on the Internet, I had anal intercourse with her. The secret was to use plenty of KY Jelly and a lot of patience. I had to work my finger in her rectum to insert the jelly, and for my own protection from infection, I used a condom. Neither of us thought it was as good as the 'real thing'.
   Linda told me a lot about the way the school trained pony girls. They were very strict in seeking perfection in showing and dressage, and had to spend hours practising routines over and over. They rehearsed more often naked than in harness, but with arms always confined. They had to spend a lot of time as a pony, just standing, tethered to a hitching post, their hands confined by a harness, or just wrist cuffs, and with a bit in their mouth. They had to walk, trot and run, for hours. Everything their teachers told them to do, they expected prompt obedience. They were paddled often, for minor infractions, and also just to give them the experience!
    Although I had plenty of dates around school, I found my weekends with Linda were the ones I looked forward to. We didn't do much; I took her to various shows, drove around, went to restaurants and night clubs and concerts with her. I also put harness and bit on her and had her show me what she could do, which wasn't bad even at first, considering that she'd only been in the school six months, but of course she'd been in a high school pony club, as had I. I also put her in a single belt show harness with her arms strapped behind her back, and found, as I had with Helen, that it improved her kisses. As did a little paddling, later! And, I don't think I've ever had kisses more satisfying than were Linda's. My one weekend a month with her was always great, in every respect.
    I might as well tell about race day, which was the biggest regular event at my college, as it was at all others. Lots of different arrangements of pony races had been tried at colleges, over the years, but while I was there, each day, there were representatives of all the school in our league each Saturday of the season, and I attended most of them since students admission was included in our student body card. I'd have liked to take Linda to the races; but although it was easy enough to borrow or trade student body cards with an ID picture that would pass in the crowd at the gate, she wouldn't have been admitted because her collar advertised that she was from her pony school. So, we often watched races of other colleges over TV in the motel room. Of course, the TV shows spent more time with re-runs, discussions; and interviews with cart jockeys than on the actual races. Most leagues had about a dozen colleges in them, and a race with twelve ponies on the track at once was quite exciting.
    Near the end of Linda's and my final year, we also attended a musical dressage demonstration that was put on by the senior pony school students. They put on a spectacular show which lasted two hours, and was aimed to demonstrate how good their students were at this difficult art. The show was very nearly of professional quality, in fact several of the members of the company already had professional contracts lined up, including Mitzi, who had a lead part in the show.
    Before I graduated. I'd obtained a good job in computer software with a company in my home town; I could do much of my work at home, but it would also eventually involve travelling to visit customers.
Once I had the job, I found time to look for houses. Mother and Dad had offered to make the down payment for me, as well as the down payment on Linda's contract. I found a house that had everything I wanted, in a Pony Club complex, where owners were required to be Masters or Mistresses with pony girls or boys. The house had four bedrooms, a tack room and an office. I showed plans and pictures of it to Linda, and she liked it. I told her she'd be in charge of furnishing and decorating it. We would stay at my parents house until she had it ready to move into.

3   THE CLAIMING OF LINDA
    Linda's school had rooms so prospective buyers of pony girls could give them a short trial if they needed to make up their minds that the pony girl would suit. I'd already made up my mind, but I decided to spend a couple nights there, mainly to give me a chance to drive Linda pulling a cart, which was always fun, and for Linda to show me what she could do in one of the dressage classes.
    So, after I'd graduated from my college, I drove to the pony school and finalized the arrangements I'd already made to buy Linda's contract. Linda came, and her collar now read 'Pony of'' and 'Joe Forsyth'. She had to sign papers too, then we took her two suitcases, one of clothes and one of pony gear and accessories and put them in my car. Next, we had to attend a seminar for all new Masters and their ponies. We went to a lecture room, there were a dozen each of Masters and ponies.
    One of the school's teachers conducted the seminar, bringing a pony girl with her. She introduced herself as Judy Strange. First, each master got a sizeable book in a leather zipper case. She said, "That book contains instructions on the things you need to know when you become the Master of a pony girl, such as the various commands you can use with her that are only for use in private or among other pony owners. I'll have Susan here demonstrate some of them. Susan, Strip."
    Susan immediately removed her clothes, neatly folding and stacking them until she was wearing only the chastity belt; she then stood straight, clasping her hands behind her neck.
    Ms Strange then said, "You will note that she is now in the position called for in the command Stand." Now, Susan, Spread." Susan immediately spread her feet two feet apart. Strange then showed us how to unlock and remove the chastity belt, then opened Susan's gear case, which was similar to Linda's, and placed the belt in a zipper bag designed for it. She continued, "After you give the command 'Strip' when you first bring your pony girl to your domicile, you may want to add, 'and I want you to stay naked whenever we are alone together,' as that is the usual practice until a pony girl has her first child."
    Strange continued, "Now for one of the most important commands. Susan, Position." Susan then brought her feet together, then bent over so her body was horizontal. "This is the position she must assume to be paddled." Then; she took a paddle of about 8" by 16", of heavy shoe leather, attached to a wooden handle, and showed it to us. She continued, "Every pony girl should get at least one stroke with a paddle like this, every day. It can be any time you are alone together. You should make her stand in that position for at least a minute before delivering the stroke, like this." She then gave the paddle a good swing, and connected with Susan's bottom with a loud thwack. She continued, "Then give her another minute standing there, more if you are giving her more than one stroke." Susan's cheeks were looking quite pink now. After the minute was up, Strange said, "Stand." She continued, "About once a week, they should get a more serious paddling, like five or ten strokes, with twenty seconds or so between strokes. In this school, we also give them forty, four times a year. Anything more then ten strokes, you should put on a single glove arm binder, securing their arms behind their backs, Like this." She then took an arm binder out of the case and showed us how to put it on Susan's arms, then put it back in the case. She said, "By the time they get ten strokes, they sometimes start to lose control, and you may want to gag them.
    I was not sure how good an idea all this was, at least for my Linda. The idea of giving her one stroke every day did appeal, though; in position she would be a most tempting target. .
    Among other things such as the rules about putting pony girls in bondage, Strange said, "I ought to say a something about rope bondage. First, be sure it does not cut circulation of the blood and cause numbness, most rope bondage should not be left on very long, besides the danger of cutting blood circulation, it leaves rope marks. Also, you should know how to make arm and leg bonds tighter using the 'twitch.' I'll demonstrate. First, I put Susan's hands palm to palm behind her back, then run a length of rope twice around her wrists, then tie tightly with a square knot. Then, I take a second rope and run it between her wrists, twice around, then pulled tight and tied with a square knot. This second rope is called a 'twitch'. The same tie can be used on the ankles and just above the knees, like this. (see below). To finish the job of making Susan tightly bound, I take two pieces of rope and tie a clove hitch above each elbow; then run the rope around in opposite directions, pull them tight;

and tie with another square knot. Susan can stand up with her ankles tied so tightly, but her balance is precarious. Of course, if you tie the wrist ties to the ankle ties you have a hog-tie, which makes them really helpless.
    Strange then removed the rope ties and the demonstration continued. The most important other command was 'Kneel'. At this command, Susan knelt with her hands clasped behind her neck and with her knees spread wide; I liked that position, it was most revealing.
    Strange concluded her presentation with, "You should know that refusal to obey your commands is grounds for breaking the contract, if you are reasonable in your use of them, like during one hour a day. We would not advise giving more than a ten stroke paddling more often than once a week, nor forty more than once every three months. The book I gave you has pictures of the results of such paddlings, which may give you an idea of how yours stack up. You can use smaller paddles, of course, but we do not advise using anything else like belts or canes. But, whatever you do, do not paddle in anger. Never abuse your pony girl verbally, either. Your relationship should always be based on love.
    Her concluding sentence, at least, I heartily agreed with. We left the administration building and drove to the temp housing building which had the room we'd been assigned. We unloaded Linda's two suitcases, one of mine, and went to our room.
    As soon as I'd closed the room door, we kissed, long and hard. When we broke the kiss, I commanded, "Strip." and Linda stripped.   Then I told her, "Spread," and I removed the chastity belt and put it its container. Then, I said, "From now on, I want you naked like this when we're alone together.
    Then, I put my arms around her and kissed her. That kiss ended up on the bed; and all I'm saying about the rest of that afternoon was that I think we both enjoyed it.
    We had dinner in the schools special dining room; cooking and service was almost entirely done by students, and it was not at all like a school cafeteria, it was like a big high class restaurant.. I met several of Linda's classmates and a couple of her teachers and it was very pleasant.
     After dinner we went back to the room, and after I'd put on a show harness on Linda (but I took off the G-string as I always did from then on, when I harnessed her if we would be alone together, (also, I left off the bit), we watched a very sexually explicit movie, although we didn't really watch it very much; it just put us in the mood and we spent more time kissing , etc., than watching the screen.
    After the show, Linda still had the harness belt on, and I put high heeled shoes and the show bit on her. Just like Mother, the bit made her lovely features even more beautiful; I then had her get up and Stand. I said, "I've never seen a pony girl as beautiful as you are." Then, I had her walk around a bit, then pose a bit. Finally, I got up and put my arms around her and kissed her all around her face. Finally, I said, "I've never done this before, but tonight I'm going to leave the bit on you while we continue exploring each other." She nodded, that was the only way she could reply. I then took her to bed. As we continued, our kisses weren't as good, but watching the expressions on her lovely, face with the bit in her mouth was a turn on as I lay on top of her and we stayed united for a long time.
    The next day, Linda was pony girl most of the day. In the morning, I put her in show harness and bit, (not forgetting the tail!) and walked her over to the school gym. It was quite a ways, and I could have driven, but preferred the pleasure of walking behind Linda, holding her reins while enjoying the view I got of her. I had her go through a variety of steps, trying to decide which steps made her behind wiggle in the most interesting fashion.
    As we approached the gym, a line of a couple dozen pony girls converged on us; they were all tethered together one behind the other; with a halter snapped on their collars, being led by a woman who, when she saw us, said, "Hi, you must be Linda's new master. I'm Marge Stone, the teacher of this class. We're a little early, won't you join me in a cup of coffee in the gym? Well tether the ponies, they can wait."
    So, we went in the gym, and I snapped Linda's halter rope to a ring they have in all the hitching posts and walls, and took off the reins, and Marge snapped her lead pony to another post, and told her ponies Line up sideways and Stay. The ponies obediently formed a neat line, side to side all standing straight, and looking straight ahead. Linda assumed a similar stance.
    Marge said, "How much experience have you had with pony girls?"
    I said, "Quite a bit, my Mother was and still is a pony girl, and I had a course in pony handling before high school and I've experience with ponies in high school and college."
    Marge said, "Good, I hope you'll be firm with Linda, she's been well trained, but don't let her slack off, as some Masters do."
    I said, "Dad was very firm with my Mother, even after her contract had expired and he still works her regularly at our club. They've won quite a few cups and other awards."
    Our conversation continued, and I got a different insight into the school and the way it operated. Finally, Marge said, "Time for dressage class." and went about snapping the other ends of the pony's (including Linda's) halter ropes to their collars, lined the ponies up and started the music. They went through several excellent routines, Marge following them with a long whip, which she used to correct what appeared to be insignificant deviations from her standard.
    The dressage class lasted fifty minutes, and Linda gave a good account of herself, and when Marge brought her back to me, she said; "You have a very good pony girl; take good care of her."
I thanked her and snapped the reins on Linda's bit and we went back to the accommodation building where I took her to our room, removed the harness and bit, and she dressed for lunch. After lunch; I harnessed and bitted her up again, this time with the regular harness and bridle with bit, then walked her back to the gym, where I had reserved a cart. The cart we got was not designed for speed, but comfort of the driver, it being probably twice as heavy as most carts, and the shafts were designed so the the driver could get in easily without making the pony kneel first. I suspect

the object of having this kind of cart was to give their pony girls good workouts. The cart was equipped with two water bottles, one for the driver, one for the pony, and I made sure both were filled, as I planned to give Linda a good workout.
    As soon as my pony had the cart shafts strapped to her harness and was holding the hand grips; I climbed into the seat; and we took off. I let her walk until we were on one of the regular cart streets, when I had her trot, all around the campus. Then, we went to the practice track, where I had her run a mile or so at her top speed, until she was showing signs of slowing, then I stopped her briefly for a drink, then continued at a trot and went back around the campus again, and when we finally came to the gym, it had been two hours, with only one break. Linda was pretty sweaty, but didn't seem particularly winded. I unhitched her, washed her down with cool water and sponged her off; then had her walk ahead of me while I held the reins and put her through her paces again on the way back to our room..
    Once back to our room, I unharnessed Linda and said, "Now that you've had a workout, how about a drink?"
    She said, "Gin and tonic would be fine, thank you." She had not dressed, and didn't until we later dressed for dinner..
    When Linda had finished her drink; I said, "Get up and kneel." When she'd knelt, I said, "Knee walk to me." When she came as close as she could, I put my arms around her and we kissed. When that kiss broke up five or ten minutes later, we went to the bathroom and had showers, and after that, we kissed some more. Eventually, we dried off and dressed for dinner.
    After dinner, we watched another erotic movie, then dressed for bed. Then, I told her, "Position." When she was bent over, I got the big paddle, then stroked her bottom, while I said, "Dearest, that bottom of yours is awfully tempting." I spent a minute stroking and patting that bottom, then gave her as hard a stroke as I could, then kissed her bottom while I waited a minute.
    Then, I said to her, "Darling, last night I had a marvellous time with you completely helpless in harness and bit. Tonight;, I'd like to try an experiment. I'd like you to cuff my hands behind my back and work your will on me. Okay?"
    She said, "Okay, but you will still be my Master, always."
    To my surprise, I enjoyed that evening just about as much as the one before.
    The next day, we drove home. It was a four hour drive, and we arrived in my home town early enough so that I was able to take Linda to the house I'd already arranged to buy.
    We spent an hour looking it over and discussing how to furnish it. The only firm ideas I had about furnishings were for the dining room, where I insisted on a circular table for eight with arm chairs on casters; and the tack room, where I had decided that I wanted two posts about four feet apart with hoist ropes at the top, to take the place of Dad's rest bar on a single hoist, otherwise I liked Dad's arrangement, particularly having a small refrigerator in there.
    We finally got home about four PM, Mother greeted us at the door and put her arms around Linda and kissed her, a serious kiss, not just a peck.
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