The girl was her Master’s chosen cherished one, as well as His slave pony, His fuck toy. Sir’s thoughts were almost constantly on how He could best pleasure the little one, and slake His own dark desires at the same time. Out of all the pet names He had for her, His favorite was "pleasure". In her pony persona, this was her name as well.

They were a D/s couple who actively participated in their local BD/SM group, which held munches monthly, that would climax with members congregating at someone’s private home for fetish activities. Every time they went, Sir would outfit His slave in her pony regalia, once they arrived at the selected home for that month.  Changing or adding one new feature to surprise and delight her. Always for Master’s pleasure.

He had enrolled His girl in a pony competition, as a show trotter, and trained her in bearing and steps. There was always a reward which Sir enjoyed giving His ponyslave after involved sessions that many times would wind up in the garage.

He had converted it into a dungeon, equipped with a St. Andrew’s cross, with suspension equipment that hung from the cross beams. Upon one well-insulated wall, Sir had hung assorted whips (bullwhip, singletail, small & large leather and suede floggers), a paddle, a sturdy leather tawse, shackles, manacles, and lots of coiled nylon rope. Upon a long wood table, He had laid out His favored rattan cane in its protective leather sheath, several quirts and crops, leather hand and ankle cuffs, and fur lined metal hand cuffs. A cupboard that hung directly over the table, contained assorted nipple and hood clamps, vaginal and anal speculums, assorted boxes of needles and lancets, bottles of antiseptic, cloths, boxes of red candle tapers and wood matches, assorted ball gags, batteries, and various dildos and vibrators.

Over in a far corner of the garage was Sir’s "shop" where He would tinker when time permitted. He had made a padded "horse" to accommodate the girl during sessions should Sir’s passion lean towards making her exposed for all manner of pleasure, or pain. He was very proud of the results of His labors. He also had some sealed boxes stacked under the table, for a new project, that the girl paid no mind to. she was allowed an unusual amount of freedom when keeping house, but she knew that Master’s personal things, and areas, were not to be touched unless by expressed permission.

Meanwhile, when it came time to go to the competition, Master prepared His beloved property with great care. They were in an alcove behind the elevated stage, just out of the way of other groups of people in various states of getting ready. There were those who would be pulling carts, and some would compete in carrying theirs. Trainers and grooms were bustling about with tack and equipment.

The girl stood before Master, naked except for a whisper of a g-string, while a body harness with a jauntily arching ponytail attached at the rear was slipped on and buckled securely. Sir helped her pull on thigh high boots, then walked around to bind her hands and arms fast in a kid leather lace-up sheath. The accessories were applied next. Chains and bells clamped to the girl’s pert dark pink nipples. Small bells were also chained around her booted ankles to enhance her movements. Then came the headdress with plumage, bridle with blinders and reins, and bit.

Normally, the girl’s hair would be pulled back. This time, however, Sir wanted to show off the lusciously long, sable mane of His ponyslave to full advantage. It was left unbound. He attached and wove many long strands of satin ribbons into the tresses, as well as into the tail. As Sir stepped back to look approvingly upon the girl in her regalia, they could hear the announcement come through the speakers in the rafters:

"And now, next in the category of show trotters, we have "pleasure", with her Master as Trainer." Suddenly there was action, lights and commotion, as Sir, in His black shirt and silver bollo, black jeans, and black leather boots, guided His shining ponygirl out onto the stage.

In Master’s right hand He brandished a quirt, while His left hand held high the reins. He clicked His tongue and walked towards the center of the stage. His "pleasure" tossed her head as she nervously blinked and snuffled and looked about. A tug on the bit, a quick whack on her bare flank, and a one-word command from Master snapped her to attention. she bolted to the cacophony of the bells on her body chiming.

Master looked on with pride, watching her in profile. The colorful plumage shimmered in the lights, her head poised high. her slender body arched, her knees up, her legs well extended with each stride. The floorboards of the stage reverberated with each rapidly placed high-step of her boots as she made her way in an arc.  Guided at an even distance under the control of Master’s steady, strong hands as He pivoted around in sync with His ponyslave’s pace. Her long hair flowed wildly out from off her shoulders. The crowd was stunned into silence while they admired the sight of the little pony in motion, seeing flashes of streamers that festooned her mane and tail.

At last, she was reined in and commanded to reverse. To high jump in place, and then to break into a run and jump. Then, to return the same way, stopping exactly to Sir’s right. In unison they both turned to face the audience. The girl felt the quirt tap her hind quarters, to have her kneel and bow so that her headdress touched the stage floor. The onlookers burst into appreciative applause. she felt the bit pull in her mouth, and quickly and obediently rose to her feet.

The feeling of exhilaration was intoxicating, as was the look from Master as she saw how pleased He was. she followed Him off the stage, accompanied by the ongoing cheers. There were people around, smiling and congratulating them. The girl stayed close to Master, numb and jittery, as they made their way back to the alcove. He turned her to face Him, His piercing blue eyes intent as He gave her one of His crooked little smiles. "Well done, My pleasure."

He looked up and over His shoulder, peering at the crowd of people milling backstage. Sir turned back to the girl quickly, "Master wants to speak to some people. I’m going to secure you. I know you would stay here just at My bidding, but this is what I shall do." He stopped for a moment, smiling at her again.

"you are My pride and joy. We will know shortly if we took first place in our category. I am confident. That means… girl will be rewarded." With that, Sir tied her reins to the board of a bench by the alcove, and purposefully strode away from the girl as she strained to watch from around the blinders.

Sir mingled and idly talked with a few women who He thought to be Mistresses, finding out which of them were Owners of ponyboys. Just then , it was announced over the speakers:  "First place winners in the category of show trotter~ "pleasure", with her Master as Trainer.  Congratulations!"

With the official word in, Sir was now more keen than ever. People were milling around Him while His focus was on one thing now… the pleasure of seeing His willing slave coupled to a ponystud.

It was a special part of their relationship. The girl’s greatest desires were based upon the pleasure and release of Master. And He attained the highest sensations of arousal when being able to give, or force, the girl’s release through all manner of sexual perversion. she His instrument to every fetish He cared to entertain.

The opportunity was at hand. Sir had found the ponystud He most approved of. The male was not too tall, and well built for stamina. From the appearance of the brief leather shorts he wore, well endowed also. This was what Sir sought after most of all. Any male He brought to His girl for the purpose of mounting and using, was to be hung as close to a horse as possible. Sir’s dark passions included savoring the sight of His little one while being penetrated.  Seeing her eyes roll back in her head, and her hips rise up for more.

The stud was ushered over by his Owner and allowed to approach the tethered ponygirl. He looked her up and down appreciatively and leaned in to sniff her hair. The girl shivered at his nearness, and softly whinnied as he came closer. he nuzzled his face down to her neck and blew his breath from his nostrils. "pleasure" was curious as to this male she could not see.

Master knew His adored slut well. He untied the reins and motioned for the stud and his Owner to follow Him and His charge out the side door of the back stage, which lead to the parking lot for stage personnel, and contestants of the competition. They all walked over to where Master’s vehicle was parked by a large shade tree, affording some privacy for the breeding act.

Sir lowered the tailgate of His truck, reached in and pulled out a folded wool blanket, shook it out and spread it across the tailgate. He then turned to face the girl and, without warning, unclamped her nipples of the chain and bells. She strained her arms against the sheath that held them and let out a muffled cry as she pressed her lips together.  Her face winced from the searing pain as the circulation rushed back. The pain was slowly subsiding as the arm sheath was unlaced and pulled off her arms. Sir unbuckled and removed the body harness from off her body. He then deftly dragged the g-string down her legs and had her step free from the tiny garment. Sir presented it to the stud who flared his nostrils as he took in its scent.

Master then proceeded to relieve the girl of her bit, bridle, reins, and headdress. she shook her head and worked her jaw. Sir eased her to the tailgate and had her bend over it. Before backing away, He ran His right hand down the lovely curve of her spine, and down between the smooth soft cheeks of her buttocks. Two fingers dipped into her steamy, receptive vagina. The sweaty walls clenched and sucked on the digits. Sir withdrew them, smirking with satisfaction. "My little slut is ripe, as she should be."

The Mistress who was Owner to the ponystud, unzipped and removed his leather shorts while he gazed upon the object of his lust. His cock sprang to life, free from confinement. The length impressive, the sac hanging below was heavy, and the twin orbs encased within were full of promise. Master reached for the girl’s left hand and pulled her arm out straight towards Him. The stud’s Mistress reached for the girl’s right arm, pulling it to her.  The two holding her down.

The girl turned her head and laid the soft of her right cheek upon the rough blanket. The stud approached and stooped to nuzzle his face between her thighs, taking in the scent of her dripping sex. his Owner gave him a short command, and he stood back up quickly, his passions piqued. Sir’s "pleasure" set her feet apart and waited, aquiver with anticipation.

With his hands upon her hips, she felt the male rub the entrance of her bare pussy with his cockhead. he pushed slowly between the puffy lips, inching up into her until his cock was buried to the hilt, and there he stayed for a few minutes. The size of him alone had the girl spasm and contract while her buttocks were cupped against his narrow hips. Her eyelids grew heavy, and her mouth went slack as she moaned softly.

Satisfied with the honey of her cunt having anointed his large and rock hard member, the stud withdrew and slipped the cockhead against the pucker of her anus. The girl’s eyelids fluttered and she gave out with a groan as it spread the sphincter rings, lubricated by her own juices. The stud heaved his hips against her, forcing his rampant cock deep up her rectal canal.

Master felt His own cock twitch within the tightness of His crotch as He watched the stud fuck His beloved slave. He studied her face as the pain of her anal rape turned into blissful pleasure. God, He loved her so much, and felt transported in that love when the stud reared back, let out a long strained whinny, and drained the contents of his heavy-laden scrotum deep into the bowels of Master’s angel.

A more perfect gift was hard to come by, but Sir knew He would manage it. He wanted to reward her again. And soon.