Mrs. Anne Delavois was most interested when her friend Mrs. Topham invited her to the sale of one of her slaves, a strongly built white girl in her twenties, which was to be conducted in the luxurious drawing room of Mrs. Topham's estate in the deep South on a sunny day in 1855.

   "I am selling Arabella now, because I have really not made full use of her as a wet nurse recently, but I have kept her in milk as it may add to her value.  I have just invited friends like yourselves to consider buying her, rather than put her up for auction at the public sales."

   The guests noticed a tall, very pretty girl in the doorway, who they had assumed was another guest, but Mrs. Topham turned to her and invited her to stand in the light by the window.  Anne noticed the girl's height and figure and the long legs with approval.  Mrs. Topham smiled at the shy Arabella,  and with a gesture told her to unbutton her dress at the front.

   "Before we start talking about the sale, I expect you would like to taste her."

   Arabella blushed and fumbled at the front buttons, and Mrs. Topham helped her undo the stiff brassiere, then drew out the full, beautifully shaped breasts.

   "Ladies first," she remarked smiling.  "Don't bite the nipples, just draw the breast fully into your mouths."  The ladies each tasted her delicately  and expressed their enjoyment of the creamy milk.  Then a Major Ottery, who kept a large stable of milking human mares, caused some amusement from the length of time that he sucked, and Mrs. Topham told him not to be greedy.

   Arabella was pouting with embarrassment, and Anne watched, licking her lips  quietly after her own tasting of the lovely breasts.  "I suggest, May," she said to her hostess, "that we might inspect all of the merchandise.  I'm most interested in the thighs and hindquarters.

   Poor Arabella started in outrage.  She had been terrified of the sale and had not enjoyed the sucking of her milk, but that had been embarrassing but inevitable in the assessment of her price.  Now she had to fumble with all her corsets and stockings and underwear until finally the lovely slave stood proudly naked in the light of the large window.  Mrs. Topham told her to raise her arms the better to demonstrate the perfect shape of her splendid milky breasts.

   Anne decided then and there that this creature must be hers, and after leisurely bargaining, while Arabella turned her body every way to show  herself off at Mrs. Topham's command, the sale was agreed.

   Major Ottery bid for a long time, and the shy Arabella crossed her thighs in a pathetic attempt at modesty as his eyes ran over her, but in the end  she was Anne's property.  "You will not need any clothes in the future," said Anne to the quivering girl.  "I have a number of mares in my stable, but you are just the right build for my regular mount when riding around my estate. You really are a beauty.  Have you ever been in harness?"

   "No, madam," gasped the startled and frightened slave girl, "what do you mean?"  Anne smiled at her, relishing the future control of this lovely animal.

   "It will be amusing to break you in to the saddle, but first I am going to bridle and bit you for the drive home in my carriage.  You'll soon get used to the reins and the control of the bit, so I'll start now by fixing your arms.  You have a lot to learn, so bondage will stop any nonsense until you are properly broken in."

   She put the slave's arms behind her back and tied them firmly at the wrists.  "Do you mean," stammered the lovely naked slave, "that you are going to treat me like a horse, take me out in front of people, like this?"

   "Exactly," replied Anne, at which some of the guests looked surprised. "I'll tether you up now, while I see to the carriage."  She produced a beautifully leathered bridle with a strong steel bit, and, too nervous to resist, Arabella lowered her exquisite head.  Anne bridled and bitted her expertly.

   "I wonder if I might ask a special favor, May," she remarked to her  hostess.  "I have never liked hair on the bodies of my mares.  Perhaps I  had better shave her now, if you would be kind enough to let me have some  hot water?"

   Mrs. Topham willingly agreed, and while the water was being fetched, Anne produced a neat little razor and some shaving soap.  The guests watched, fascinated, as Arabella had to offer herself, with thighs apart, and Anne delicately but firmly shaved every hair from round the lips of her V. The poor slave was deeply humiliated at being thus treated in front of several strangers of both sexes, but her new owner was businesslike and determined.

   Arabella, cool and naked between the legs after the shaving, could only  stand helplessly while the guests patted and stroked her.  Major Ottery took the opportunity, while Arabella's owner was out of the room getting the carriage ready, to help himself to a further long drink from the succulent nipple of a beautifully rounded breast, while Arabella quivered in embarrassment.

   The party broke up, and after good-byes all around and congratulations to Anne on her new and beautiful possession, Anne picked up the reins and led the girl out of the front door, and backed her between the shafts of a light carriage, while a goggle-eyed Negro slave who could hardly take his eyes off  of Arabella's naked helplessness, helped to tighten and generally fix the  harness.

   Arabella winced as the girth squeezed her waist and the bearing rein  pulled her head back.  Anne stood back and relished the broad swelling  buttocks and long thighs, then stepped into the carriage.

   "You'll have to get used to the whip, and obey instantly," she addressed Arabella.  "I shall be warming up your behind to ensure correct  high-stepping."

   Arabella could hardly believe this was happening.  She had heard of  slaves being used to pull vehicles as part of their work, but only Mrs.  Delavois would dare to drive one other than modestly clothed.  And here she was, trotting naked down the drive in tight harness, her breasts swinging proudly and the whip stinging her magnificent bottom, the bit gripped in her teeth, and foam beginning to fleck from her mouth as sweat broke out on her body.

   "Come on, my pretty one," came Anne's command, "knees well up every step. When you are loosened up we'll try  canter when we are out on the open road."

   The whip swished round the rolling bottom as people, whites as well as black slaves, stopped in amazed delight as they gazed at a strapping white girl perfectly accoutered in smart harness and driven with precision.  A belated urge of resistance at the outrage at which she was being submitted came over Arabella, and she realized that people were running towards the carriage to enjoy the spectacle of her humiliation in her captured and  bondaged beauty.

   She began to plunge and kick, swerving across the road, and Anne,  delighted at the upthrust of the lovely hindquarters and the wilder swinging of the milky breasts, laughed as she set about regaining control of this charming and unruly mare.  The head tossed in fury as the mouth gripped the strong steel bit cutting into it, the legs spread in high-stepping spirited rebellion, but Anne was not going to let her escape from control.

   Anne had no intention of marking the bottom too cruelly with the whip, and concentrated her control on the reins, just flicking the left or right buttock in time with their swing as the mare pranced and undulated.  By the end of the village street, Anne had brought the gasping and slavering beauty  completely under control again and reined her firmly to a halt.

   "You are a darling," she cried, laughing in her delight of possession. "I can hardly wait to start training you with saddle, as I'm going to ride you every day until you are perfect."

   "We will have no more of this nonsense!"  She contemplated the heaving flanks and the shuddering bottom with pride of possession.  Anne could never have hoped to have such a delicious mount.  "Now, steady yourself, feet together, head back, and show these good people how lovely you are.  This is only the beginning, so you'll have to get used to being put on show."

   As the villagers crowded round in admiration of her beautifully restrained and bondaged body, poor Arabella had to brace herself and champ on her bit, contemplating in despair the long drive back to her owner's stables, with this experienced and clever driver controlling every movement of her harnessed body.

   "You're like a fresh pony from the forest, wild and frisky, but that means you need a lot of training, so I am going to put you through the dressage and obedience classes along with real ponies.  Meanwhile, first lesson, present yourself for the whip when we're ready to be off."

   Arabella, eager to get away from the village, and those many eyes covering  her body, and particularly where she had just been shaven, thrust out her round smooth bottom dutifully, and with a swish they were off.

   Anne prepared herself for a comfortable drive home.  As she watched the swinging hindquarters between the shafts and the graceful action of the beautiful legs, she looked forward to many happy trips both in carriage and with saddle with her adorable new mount.