With a loud snap the bolt outside flew open on the stable door followed by a creaking sound as the figure silhouetted by van headlights hauled the heavy wooden door open. The small enclosure was filled with the smell of the night air as the fresh breeze rush in.

Inside a young Phillie, The Master's prize possession, was sat bolt upright having be awoken suddenly from a sound sleep.

It was not often that she spent the whole night in the stables which usually served as the venue for The Master's play-times rather than a domicile but in accordance with her master's instructions, Misty Had slept upon the clean hay that night wearing her usual black hoofed boots her hand bound inside a matching pair of hoofs. She had been left in her bridle but Master had removed her harness and had secured her to the walls of the stable on a long tethered.

The stable was heated and Misty was perfectly comfortable that evening. She had expected Master to pay her a visit but when he never came eventually Misty settled and drifted off to sleep.

The strange figure that now stood in the open doorway was not Misty's Master.

For a moment she froze in fear, not knowing what to do. Scared and a little embarrassed to be found in that situation her mind was racing. Misty was not ashamed of her life style but nor did she chose not to seek the opinions of other. She was a private creature by nature and she could feel her cheeks flush with a warm glow as she sat naked before the stranger.

"Is she in there?" called an unfamiliar voice from beyond the doorway.

"Oh yer..." Replied the man who now stood right over the frightened girl "She's in here alright, Just as he said."

He leaned forward to get a better view of his quarry, misty squirmed on the hay quelling the last pangs of sleep as she did. Her mind was beginning to clear and she was now taking stock of the intruder.

Misty's Master was often up for strange games but he was rather closed when it came to sharing his pride and joy. At no time in the nine months since He had first made contact on a fetish chat site had He ever so much as shared a photo of her. He was always very particular about her privacy, insisting that if God had intended for her to be enjoyed by everyone then he would have blessed every man on earth with their very own Misty, and as that was not the case He felt no guilt in keeping her all to himself. It was clear to Misty that this was not part of her Master's plan for tonight.

"Whooooaaaa now that's a sexy get up" The voice that had been outside was now emanating from with in the stable.

Misty had been focused on the intruder that stood above her so intently that she hadn't noticed when the second man had entered.

"Check you out Sweety", he was leering as he approached. "Don't you just look adorable. What is your take on all this Geoff?"

"Humph", snorted the first man whose name was Misty had logged, "I'm beginning to think there's lots about you that I don't know. You like all this shit Al?"

"Hell yer!" Exclaimed Al. "Are you trying to tell me that your dick ain't hard fer a fuck with this nude bitch all tied up and helpless like this?"

The use of the word helpless brought into sharp clarity the peril that Misty was in. While in the loving care of Master, Misty didn't mind the hooves and the bridle. In fact to surrender control to Master was indeed a good portion of the thrill for her. But here in this situation Misty realized just how vulnerable she was.

With her hands restrained she was unable to remove her bridle and the rubber bit in her mouth prevented her from speaking. A wave of cold shivers ran over her body. Her nipples tightened and contorted. A clear glistening bead of saliva dripped from her mouth, stretching like elastic for a moment before the weight of the globule overwhelmed it's attaching thread and fell on her chest. The thread snapped back leaving a thin wet line on her chin and saliva began running, slowing down her beautiful full breast.

Geoff reached forward and with his finger her wiped the wetness from her skin.

"Just seems a waste to me", he said. "If she was mine I sure wouldn't have her tied up on her own in here. Not when she could be in my bedroom with her ass in the air for me to fuck her"

Both men laughed. Misty recoiled from the touch and bowed her head. She felt shame. This was not how she normally felt in the role. Under Master's command and just as a pet should she felt no embarrassment. She had often pissed in the open air during training sessions in the paddock. She would stand proudly while the golden liquid would run down her leg and into the long grass. Not a hint of shame, she felt no embarrassment. Why would she? What pony wouldn't relieve themselves in this way when a call of natured was needed. She was relaxed in her role, happy in the certainty that her Master would groom and clean her body after he was finished with her.