Painted on the board was the name, Nyteflyte.

It took him only moments to screw the board above my stall door then he turned his attentions to me.

“Your Owner wants you harnessed as you were this morning and she will make any adjustments she wants, herself”, he said and pointed to the hanging harness on the wall.

I started to dress myself again, as I had that morning, better at it this time, but still not quite to Robert’s liking; he jerked harness straps tighter as he inspected my efforts again.

Instead of my high heels, he clad my legs in a pair of new shooves; knee length and trimmed at the ankles in red.

He stood back and looked at me.

“I think, Nyteflyte, that you can be prettier, so you may, from now on use make-up and nail varnish; now that you are a trained ponygirl”.

He brought in a metal make-up box, smiling at the look of utter delight on my bitted and bridled face.

In no time at all, I was as he wanted me, feeling the welcome, almost forgotten feeling of soft slight oiliness of lipstick for the first time in a lifetime, or so it seemed.

I felt happier, perhaps things were not quite as bad as I thought they would be.

I almost pranced after him as he led me from the stables out into the yard to a where a pony carriage stood, the shafts empty.

Deftly, he backed me between the shafts, securing my wrists to loops on them, then mounting the carriage, he flicked his whip across my shoulders, slapped the reins and ordered, “Walk on, Nyteflyte, walk on.”

‘NYTEFLYTE’, my new name, after all this time I actually had a new, real name, just like all the others. I was so proud at that moment and felt like shouting my name out aloud; only my bit, pulled back in my mouth prevented me.

Once out of the yard, he slapped the reins lightly over my shoulders and I broke into a slow trot, feeling the red and black plume waving proudly above me.

I was so proud.

It seemed like hours before we again sighted the castle and again, rounding the corner to the formal garden, I saw that my new Owner was, as she had said, waiting for us.

But how different she was now!.

Her blonde hair flowed in a loose tousled tangle down her bare back.

No longer the elegant, demure Miss, in her evening gown.

Now, dressed in leather, matching my harness, her breasts and upper body clad in a figure hugging leather corset, red piping on the seams, flaring from her trim waist into a multi- layered leather skirt, flowing down the backs of her legs, leaving her thighs free.

Her arms were clad in red trimmed leather sleeves and here legs were encased in thigh length laced boots, black leather and trimmed in red piping

Over her eyes, she wore dark sunglasses.

On her lips, she wore a smile of anticipation.

Robert drew me up in front of my Owner, as I thought of her now.

Bowing, he announced, “Nyteflyte, Madam, as requested and harnessed as required”.

She nodded, her loose hair swirling across her bare skin.

“Thank you, Robert, unhitch her, then you may go to the kitchen until I require you again”.

He obeyed, bowed and left, leaving me, eyes lowered as I had been trained with my Owner.

She stepped up to me, looking at my bit.

“We need to change that”, she murmured and fiddling with the fastenings, she slid the bit from my mouth.

She held up a new bit, this one with a link in the middle. She smiled as she showed it to me.

“Yes, this is much better than that old one”, she said to no-one in particular, “I have much more control with this one”.

It looked awful; a gleaming two part metal instrument of torture, I thought, knowing that I could not reject it.

“Open wide, Nyteflyte, open as wide as you can”.

I opened my mouth, head held high, eyes closed as she slid the cold metal between my lips, the rein rings hanging down over the sides of my chin.

I felt her fastening the new bit in place, then the jerk as she tightened the holding straps, pressing it hard into my mouth.

I closed my mouth over it, my tongue investigating it by touch, feeling the taste of new metal and then the link in the middle.

I gave a slight sound of discomfort as I worked my mouth to settle it in place.

She laughed, “You’ll get used to this one,’Flyte”, she told me, “I intend to use it all the time.”

She stepped back and admired her work. I held the bit between my teeth as she took hold of my throat ring.

“My, you have such beautiful teeth, my dear, and so white as well, it seems a shame to hide them behind an old rubber bit, really”.

She led me back to the shafts, backed me into them, and attached my wrist straps.

My reins, she led through the bit loops before throwing them over my shoulders.

It took her moments only to mount the carriage, then the reins slapped over my shoulders and I obediently moved off.

For the first several hundred yards, she had me high step, as she relaxed in the carriage, her whip flicking at me if I lowered my legs.

Straight-backed, clip-clopped slowly along the track, holding the shafts level, as I had been taught – for, as Robert had explained, the last thing that a ponygirl should do is give their Owner a jerky ride.

At last, seemingly happy with my performance, she called out, “Giddup, ‘Flyte”, and slashed the whip across my flank.

I broke into a fast trot, the whip stroking me every few yards, the reins pulling the metal bit back between my lips as she controlled my speed.

The whip fell more frequently across my flank as she urged me to greater speed.

With the bit between my teeth, I increased my pace as I heard her laughing, behind me.

“Wonderful, ‘Flyte, keep it up”, she called out to me and in response, I tossed my head and trotted faster. The whip bit into me more urgently, and I increased my speed to my fastest, feeling the air roar round my bit into my mouth as I drew more and more air into my lungs to maintain my speed. My shooves rang on the hard surface, a hard, dull, metallic sound.

My Owner behind me, laughed, exhorting me to greater effort with the whip.

And then, suddenly, she pulled back on the reins, jerking my bit hard into the back of my mouth.

I slowed and stopped, head lowered, shoulders sagging as I gasped for air. My legs ached, my body ached and so did my lungs.

Ten minutes later, I was again in the hands of Robert, having been watered and rubbed down by a peasant.

My Owner, at my head, slowly stroked her hand across my cheeks, slipping her fingers between my lips as she smiled at me.

Once I had been rubbed down, Robert had the peasant remove my shooves and fit me with high heels, which was very welcome, actually easing my aching feet.

Once my Owner had gone, Robert allowed me to rest and regain my breath.

To do this, we were allowed to rest between the shafts of the carriage, resting on our heels, knees spread, hands between our thighs.

The normal rest position for all of us.

Rested, Robert mounted the carriage and cracked his whip. I started back to Home Farm, much slower than we had come.

On the way home, my mind wandered as I trotted along the track.

I thought back to that moment when he chained me to the rails and took me from behind.

At first, my horror at what was happening, then the enjoyment that I got from feeling him enter me and thrust himself deep, deep inside me as he lifted me from my feet, suspending me on his organ, followed by the first real climax I had ever really had in my life.

And I had experienced quite a number of liaisons before marrying my husband.

I felt my nipples spring erect, and smiled at the feeling of eroticism that gave me as I was unable to stop and compose myself.

I remembered the feel of hot fluids running down my inner thighs as I tried to retain his rampant organ.

I shuddered and I suppose I must have changed my stride, for the whip slid over my shoulders, steadying me in my stride.

By the time we reached Home Farm, I could feel the moistness between my legs.

In the stable, he stripped me of my harness me and led me straight to the showers where he watched me with a faint smile on his lips as I soaped myself down, twisting and turning my body for in a silent flirt.

Back in the stables, I was given bridle and bit, leather breast harness and a fine silk panty followed by full length patent high heeled boots with which I dressed myself.

Robert checked the straps and found them satisfactory. As he turned to leave, I slid the panty down below my knees, leaned slightly forward and presented my derriere to him, my eyes silently pleading, my lips smiling encouragement as I presented myself to him.

He laughed, stepped up behind me and slid his fingers between my thighs, caressing the entrance to my vagina.

“Not now, Nyteflyte, I have been given you just that once, so now you must make do with Firestorm”.

He laughed at my ‘pet lip’, slapped my flank with his crop and left the loose box, locking the door after him.

I pulled up my panties and sat on my bed, feeling very, very frustrated.

That was the first I knew that they were aware of myself and Firestorm.

I realised I didn’t care.

Several minutes later, a stable girl came in and removed my halter and bit.

I sat, chewing on my bit and waited for the others to return from their work in the woods, eager to see Firestorm again, and tell her the news.

She already knew.

She laughed when I told her what had happened with Robert, then she reached out her hand and gripped my bridle.

Her face serious, her tone hard, her eyes little more than slits and with almost menace in her voice, she murmured, “Nyteflyte, my beauty, don’t ever forget you are mine and mine alone”.

Then we were in each other’s arms.

There had been some dissatisfaction amongst us, aimed at our treatment and several of the longer serving ponies had brought the situation to the notice of some of the stable girls.

They in turn, having no say in what happened at Home Farm, had passed on the subject to the trainers, Robert, William and Mark, who in turn, as was their right, informed the Home Farm Director.

And so it went up to the Association Committee and was discussed by all the Owners and the Farm staff.

To cut a long story short, we were given some freedom that had to be earned by good behaviour.

This was that we were allowed to congregate for three hours each evening after our daily workload, in the main corridor of the main stable and we were even given our own maid, who served us with some snacks and an allowance of wine each.

This was a great victory for us and we thought that we would be given even more freedom if we waited patiently.

The first evening of the new system, we all gathered in the main aisle, chatting to each other and some of us wasted no time in getting better acquainted with our clandestine partners.

A large cabinet had been constructed at the end of the stable and we waited Firestorm and I, hand in hand to see what was going to happen.

The small side door opened and a woman stepped through, followed by one of the stable girls.

Her companion wore a muzzle bit, leather strip harness, black suspender belt and stockings, black high heels and a white apron.

She stood, eyes lowered as the stable girl unlocked the cabinet and stood back.

She turned to us.

“This is Hilda”, she informed us. “She is your maid and will be in attendance each evening. She is on loan from Staneholme and will not be stabled with you.”

She looked round at us, standing waiting.

“She is muzzled so that she cannot answer your questions about her, nor should you attempt to try and find out more”.

She turned to Hilda, “You may start your service”, she said then left through the door, locking it behind her.

What an evening that was! We kept her busy as we enjoyed the first relaxation of the rules, and, as some of the girls did not drink alcohol, we others managed to drink it for them.

Of course, we asked her where she was from, who was she and what was she doing here, but to all our questions, she shook her head and lowered her eyes.

Firestorm disappeared after the first hour and re-appeared half an hour later.

She looked beautiful.

She had harnessed herself with bridle, bit and belt and now wore a saddle fitted to her waist at the back. Stirrups hung from the saddle as, leaning slightly forward, she presented herself to us.

On her feet she wore high heeled gold sandals, with spurs at her heels.

From her flanks, flared a gorgeous tail, swaying around the backs of her legs as she minced out of her loose box.

She stood in front of me, turned her head to look at me, her hands on the fronts of her thighs.

We all applauded her display and she really set the pattern for the evening recreation; for from that first evening, we all displayed ourselves as best we could in our harness.

What we did not know, was that the Association had installed closed circuit television to monitor our actions and we found out later that they were so pleased with Firestorm that they were prepared to spend money to allow us to display ourselves.

Hilda served us calmly and quietly all evening then the door opened and the stable girl entered and our freedom was over. Ten minutes later, we returned to reality and we were back in our boxes.

The following morning, my Owner appeared after breakfast, had me dressed in shooves, glooves and bridle, bit and tail only, then led me out into the field at the side of the Farm and allowed me to run loose through the long grass.

She laughed as I cavorted around her, snorting and whinnying at her, my tail swirling around my legs.

How I enjoyed the freedom to just run loose.

For an hour I was allowed to roam the field, watched by my Owner.

I trotted, I pranced and finally, I lay in the grass, rolling over and over, feeling the damp freshness on my hot skin.

Then, I was led, gasping for breath over my bit, my breasts heaving with my exertions, my nipples rampant hard, back to the stables where a stable girl harnessed me once more for carriage work.

That hour drew me closer to my Owner and no matter how hard she drove me, I answered every demand she made, joyfully and willingly.

I loved her then and still do, even though I now have a new Owner.

When she sees me, she always has a treat for me and I always nuzzle her and take the treat from her hand.

As for Firestorm and myself, we work wonderfully well together and have been teamed as a pair on several occasions.

Both of our Owners are really pleased with the way we have taken to each other and have presented us with harness more exotic than the norm.

Firestorm wears gold and I wear black and to add authenticity, we also sport a pair of stirrups each.

Once we were allowed our restricted freedom, Firestorm and I became more accessible to each other, no longer only meeting for a fleeting affair in the showers.

Even so, it came as great shock one evening when she appeared in the side aisle wearing only a pair of high heels and, to my shock and amazement, a harness at her waist from which extended what I can only describe as a rubber penis. Later I was to know this as a dildo; such a strange name for such a helpful item.

She stood hands on hips, breasts thrust forward, inviting some sort of comment from me.

I was struck dumb and could only stare at the appendage at her groin.

She minced slowly towards me, her appendage swaying from side to side as she moved.

Then she reached out to me and we hugged each other. I knew what was to follow.

Her lips closed over mine and she slowly eased me backwards into my loose box, hands holding me at my hips, fingers stroking my by now electric charged skin.

Her tongue pressed against my lips and I drew it into my mouth, sucking on it, caressing it with mine.

My eyes closed, I felt the dildo ease between my thighs, sliding over my clitoris.

Firestorm eased me further backwards until the backs of my legs pressed against the edge of my bed.

Holding me around the waist, she managed to continue our kiss as she lowered me slowly onto the bed, following me down until we were lying with each other, tongues still entwined with each other.

I felt weak, remembering my single contact with Robert and aware that what I needed was to be penetrated, to feel once again the delight, satisfaction and ultra enjoyment I had experienced then.

Slowly, carefully, Firestorm moved on top of me, her lips moving from mine, down my throat, across my breasts to my absolutely rigid swollen nipples.

I could feel her nipples on my bare skin as she moved slowly down, the dildo breaking contact with me; but oh, how I immersed myself in this exquisite experience.

Then, she moved upwards and once more her lips kissed my throat, my ear, before moving to my own lips.

I felt once more, the dildo slide between my thighs.

.As I opened my legs, it slid easily between my inner lips and into my welcoming vagina.

Then, she thrust. Hard. And again, only harder. Then again, harder still.

Once deep inside me, she held herself against my clitoris, lifting her belly ever so slightly, pressing harder against my clitoris and moving further into my welcoming vagina.

Then she moved again, her clitoris pressing against mine, massaging the sexually charged morsel of flesh again and again.

I lay, eyes shut, legs as far apart as I could manage, knees partly bent and curving my body upwards at my waist, opening wider for her, feeling her even deeper inside me as we moved together as one.

I felt my heartbeat increase, my pulses pounding in every part of my body, becoming breathless as I experienced once more the approach of another climax.

I lifted my hips higher, opened my legs wider and then I screamed into Firestorms mouth as I felt my climax well up from the deepest extremes of my body.

Her teeth gripped my bottom lip, biting gently, lovingly, and then she grunted and gave a strangled cry as she pressed herself hard against me, her body making little, harder thrusts against my clitoris.

I felt wetness between my thighs as our fluids mingled.

I collapsed, giggling uncontrollably as she fell across me, spent and satisfied as was I with our lovemaking.

We kissed each other before we were stabled for the night.