Chapter Three

   When my owner, Mrs. Delavois, awakened me in my stable, she was smiling  proudly as she undid my halter and stroked my flanks in friendly admiration.   I was conscious that I am regarded as the prettiest pony in the stable, and Madame led me out into the paddock and loosed me for an early morning trot, running free before being harnessed for the day's first drive.                                                                  

   It was cool in the fresh morning air, and my naked limbs savored the  fresh air, as I breathed in deeply, presenting my full breasts to the air  and enjoying the wind around my ample loins.  I trotted friskily away when Madame came out to capture me, and smiling she whistled, so I knew that I must let myself be captured, and haltered to be led back to the stable.  She groomed me herself, always a sign that I was to be shown off to some  important visitors.

   "My darling," she purred, "my friends envy my possession of the loveliest mare in the neighborhood, and the gentlemen are always offering to buy you for breeding, but I'm not sure I want that graceful body used in that way at the moment."  The grooming was pleasant, Madame caressing my whole body at her leisure, powdering my cheeks, affixing long eyelashes, combing my glorious mane.

   She took some time selecting the harness, then gently held out the bit she had chosen, and I took it in my soft mouth, while the bridle was tightened around my head and my arms pinioned.  She was called away at that moment, leaving me attractively in firm harness above the waist.  When Madame  returned, she was carrying the girth that she especially favored, and this morning she tightened it until I could hardly breathe.

   She was very careful to ensure that the harness held me completely firm  above the waist, my head held back by the bearing rein, and my hindquarters, which she maintained were my greatest beauty, flaring in anticipation of the whip when she decided to drive off.  I stood straight as an arrow between  the shafts, feet together, back arched, the nates quivering slightly and the breasts wobbling with all my special charm.  I knew that Madame adored her lovely pony, and although she would breed from me when she had selected a suitable stallion, she enjoyed keeping the colts in the stable in suspense as to which of them would be mated with the prettiest mare.  While we waited, I pawed the ground and tossed my head, swinging the breasts as Madame took her time to touch up the nipples lovingly with pink colored matter.  All around were harnessed girls, some with saddles waiting to be ridden, and all were gently moving their graceful thighs and rumps while a stable attendant moved among them, tightening harness, and occasionally slipping a rein  between two smooth thighs, or arranging stirrups.  I felt the awaited swish of the whip across my hindquarters and slipped straight into a canter,  showing my perfect high-stepping paces.

Chapter Four

   Mrs. Delavois, having ridden her lovely mare Arabella round the paddock in  her luxurious slave stables in the deep south of America to the delectation of her luncheon guests, swung herself down from the saddle and handed the reins to one of the stable lasses, a trim negress slave who patted  Arabella's hindquarters in friendly fashion (she knew that Arabella was the  mistress' favorites possession) and led her back into the stables.

   "Harness her in the light jalopy, please, this afternoon," ordered Mrs. Delavois, "and perhaps some of my guests would like a drive?'  The ladies agreed eagerly.  "Very well then.  We'll have two double carriages with mixed teams, white stallions and black mares."

   Arabella had once been a wealthy southern belle, but in the year 1855, she had become the property of Mrs. Delavois, who kept her in the best stable on the farm, and had trained her to the point where she thought of herself  wholly as a mare, full of affection and complete obedience to her owner.   The training had brought her to the peak of fitness for racing, strong legs below swinging, luscious buttocks, a trim waist pulled in by regular  tightened girths, and beautifully shaped milky breasts, firm and rounded, but soft textured skin which her owner showed off with pride.  Arabella had a very full day, up early for grooming of her glorious mane, and washing with warm water by the little negress stable lasses, who enjoyed their duty, the soaping of this lovely body, in particular the flaring loins.

   Mrs. Delavois always milked Arabella herself, frequently spending most of a morning in the milking parlor with her treasure tethered on all fours in clean straw while her owner fondled and petted her.  Other mares in the stables, white or black, were milked more quickly and without ceremony by  the dairy maids, but Mrs. Delavois enjoyed the silky feel of the full pendulous breasts of her darling Arabella, and would never hurry her.   Petting and stroking, murmuring words of love until Arabella was whinnying and tossing her head, licking the hands that petted her, then gently squeezing and kissing the mare with pleasure as the warm milk flowed through the milking hands out of the distended nipples.  Mrs. Delavois smiled to herself as her deft fingers drew the milk from the soft breasts hanging so beautifully at her disposal.  She made a point of extracting the very last drop, as she suspected the dairy maids of sucking the nipples to get any milk left after their mistress had filled the morning pail.

   The parade of carriages after lunch delighted the guests.  Arabella was alone in a single, harnessed in beautiful silver accoutered harness, her head pulled high and proud by a bearing rein, the breasts easily swinging and her strong legs already stamping the ground, eager to be off.  Mrs. Delavois saw the quivering of the nates, still despite long training slightly nervous at  the prospect of the whip.  Arabella was blinkered as part of her smart head harness, but she knew there would be a whip ready for her hindquarters when her owner drove her off from the parade.  The other two carriages were  doubles, for two of the guests to drive, each with a finely built naked  negress firmly harnessed alongside a youthful white slave boy, naked save for a genital covering of leather.  Mrs. Delavois disliked the completely naked  stallion in her carriages, although some of her friends drove stallions  naked.  She had no objections to the stallions showing erections in the  paddocks or in the stables when they were brought close to a mare, but thought it rather indelicate when they were harnessed.

   Mrs. Delavois paused to adjust the straps of the bridle of a slim but  strong looking stallion firmly harnessed in one of the carriages alongside a pretty well built negress whose shoulder rubbed his.  "I have mated those  two," remarked the owner, "and hope to get a nice halfbreed foal."  One of the guests asked whether Mrs. Delavois intended to breed from her prize mare, Arabella.

   Mrs. Delavois parted the slim stallion's flank and murmured to him, "Who's a good boy?  Who's going to sire lots of foals?"

   "This is Arabella's future stud, who I acquired at the same time as her," she explained.  "He's well trained for riding, so I'm trying him out as a breeder with this nice young black mare, who I want for milking."

   Mrs. Delavois glanced across at Arabella, comparing the auburn mane of the mare with that of the youthful stallion. 

   "I have in fact put them out to run together in the paddock, and it's  really charming to watch them.  Johnnie was a little nervous of this mare at first, as she might have kicked out at him, but that's as far as he has gone so far.  I am in no particular hurry, but I want a foal by Johnnie out of Arabella before the year's out, and my experience of breeding has taught me that it's most effective to let the stallion make his own consummation in his own time.  I don't think Arabella is too keen on him at the moment, she would rather be covered by a splendid black stallion I have just acquired, but once Johnnie has got behind her and into her quarters she will be at his disposal with eagerness from then on.  Once she is in foal by Johnnie I may let her be covered occasionally by the negro stallion.  She's a darling and I hate to deny her anything she wants, but she has got to learn that when I decide to breed from her by Johnnie, she must sooner or later get down on her elbows and raise her quarters with thighs spread out, so that we have no more of this nonsense.

Chapter Five

   The lovely body of the former Mrs. Taylor, now the adoring mare who is perfectly trained to see herself only as a mare, was accoutered in harness for a trip into the village, yoked in a double carriage with a tall magnificent negress.  Madame Delavois led her up to the carriage and herself carefully arranged the bridle and bit and arranged the harness to the  carriage, the two luscious females perfectly strapped in and ready for  control, stamping their hooves eagerly and tossing their heads.

   She invited Colonel Hanson to join her in a drive, and together they  stepped into the carriage, admiring the spirited creatures in the shafts the two beautifully rounded rumps ready for the swish of the whip, champing at their bits and swinging their eager hindquarters.  Perfectly trained to await the whip before leading off at the trot, prancing in perfect unison.

   Madame leaned forward, inviting the colonel to watch as she gently swished the lovely buttocks, and both slipped into a trot.  They chatted of other things for a moment, as the carriage swept forward with the pounding legs of the steeds, then she demonstrated her complete control, changing the pace to  a canter with a click of the tongue.  The change was so smooth the colonel  realized that the two mares were so well trained that their driver only need to whip them occasionally, if their rhythm faltered to maintain the steady pull that took the carriage perfectly on its course.

   "I'm interested in breeding mares for milking," remarked Madame, "and am not sure which stallion I'll mate Arabella with because I do want a foal with her long legs and her full milk to be in production."

   "Have you any particular stallion in mind?" asked the colonel.  "I've seen some stalwart negros in your stable."

   "They're a possibility," replied Madame.  "But , actually I'm inclined to think I'd get the best foal if I bred her from young John, a strong boy fully able to breed.  Arabella is ripe for breeding, she's milking well at the moment, but her production of milk would be improved with another foal."

   Colonel Hanson watched the lovely mare in front of him, but had no way of knowing whether she had heard her owner's plan to breed from her.  His eyes  on the swinging buttocks, undulating from side to side in perfect rhythm, noticed the wide hips and long thighs and agreed with Madame that she would breed easily, and the full breasts, of which he got glimpses as they swung out at the sides of her chest, could certainly maintain an excellent flow of milk.

   Madame evidently assumed that her mare had overheard her, because when  she tethered the two mares to a post outside the shop where she had some business to do, she made much of Arabella, whispering in her ear that John  was to sire a lovely foal on her, and she need not be nervous.  "I'm going to have a splendid foal out of you, and still more milk from your beautiful body, my darling," she murmured.

   Madame was as good as her word, because next morning she spent a leisurely hour in her treasure's stall, preparing her for her coverture.  First she rubbed corn oil well into the skin all over, and particularly on the full round buttocks and the bristles in her well-shaved V.  Then she dusted her  all overwith fine sugar, picking out the nipples with pink coloring matter. Arabella stretched and yawned, but Madame was not deceived into imagining  that she was unready for her servicing by young John.

   The mare was loosed first, into a large paddock, and the stallion was held in a firm rein outside, but allowed to watch her gracefully trotting past him.  Recognizing his beautiful mare, startlingly naked and white with powdered sugar, he whinnied a greeting and was allowed loose into the  paddock, beside her.  At first she shied away and cantered to the far end of the paddock, and for some time the stallion turned his back and affected not to care for his delegated mate, but when she wandered slowly back towards  him, he cautiously approached.  When she did not run away, he extended his tongue and gently licked the skin of a shoulder, savoring the sugar coating. Arabella lowered her eyes in embarrassment at being thus cherished and enjoyed, but did not try to escape, and slowly he licked her whole body, sucking off the sugar.  She submissively parted the thighs to allow him to lick her V.  Soon, without a word she slipped down onto all fours, then lowered herself onto her elbows and parted her thighs, offering him the beautifully rounded buttocks high in the air.  John slowly and with relish licked the sugar off first one then the other rounded buttock, then reverted to her V underneath, licking it all over again.

   Arabella had closed her eyes, and appeared hardly to notice when the stallion held her loins firmly and eased his huge erection under and upwards into her waiting V.  For some time they did not seem to move.  He was fully inside, and only then did he murmur loving words, and kiss her soft cheeks. Madame, who was watching with approval, remarked, "I always prefer to let servicing occur naturally.  Sometimes I've had recalcitrant mares, who have to be tied up and the stallion put to them, but one gets more milk and better riding from a well-loved mare.