Ebony

by Dandara
with an illustration by Shadoman
- do not use without the author's and artist's permissions.



Chapter One: Spinning the web

Luigi slid the bolt of the pen and leaned on the windowsill to admire the curled form lying inside. His eyes followed the chain that stretched from the girl’s red leather collar to a hook on the back wall; her black body contrasted nicely with the yellow hay on the ground, offering a good vision of her round butt and long legs. He felt proud: it had been no mean thing to have captured and begun to train such an exotic jewel!

Watching the naked girl’s shoulders go up and down as she breathed in her sleep, Luigi saw in his mind’s eye the different phases of what he had the right to consider a victory of his intelligence. It was like a film, vivid and colorful...


~~~~

It had all begun a fortnight earlier, as he sat on a bench at the local park and watched the joggers with a definite purpose in mind: to find a suitable girl among the young ladies that crowded the park in that sunny season. Six months had elapsed since he had joined the Pony Club, and that was time enough to have reached a conclusion: to hire ponies from other members was unsure and could come expensive. He had applied for full membership, and been told that it was mandatory to have one of his own.

Luigi was a successful architect in his early forties, and had divorced from his second wife a few months ago. His hair was beginning to whiten on his temples, but except for that no one would have guessed his real age. He liked sports, particularly swimming and riding, and was in good physical condition. A friend had spoken to him about that new sport – competing in races where pretty girls pulled a cart in special attire – and that had caught his imagination. The first time he conducted one of those carts, he made up his mind – besides the excitement of the competition, his aesthetic sense was gratified by the sight of so many healthy “specimens”, and his secret fantasies of domination even more gratified by the sensation of power that had inundated him.

So there he was, as he had been in the few previous days, sitting on his bench and scrutinizing the joggers behind his sun glasses. He wanted a pretty one, for sure, and fast, elegant... And then he saw her. An ebony goddess, her curly hair done in a ponytail, her shapely butt enclosed in tight shorts, and a sleeveless T-shirt that left bare her shoulders. The girl’s feet seemed to kiss the ground rather than hit it; her torso was bent forward, her elbows slightly behind her rib cage> Her legs, he noted with satisfaction, were long and muscular. “She is definitely strong enough”, he said to himself, and, hiding with his newspaper the volume that had formed inside his pants, had pondered how he would bring up such an odd subject with that athletic creature.

Luigi watched in rapture as the girl stopped near the bars to elongate after her exercise, her breasts heaving up and down as she tried to regain her breathe. “I want her, and I will have her”, he thought, rising up and walking towards her, using his newspaper to conceal the bulge that had formed inside his pants.

She had put her ankle on a bar and was stretching to touch it, making her T-shirt slide up and reveal a good stretch of her back. Her skin was very dark, and seemed to shine in contrast to the light blue color of the fabric.

“My compliments for your jogging, young lady!”

The girl turned her head and smiled at him.

“Thank you, sir!” she said, putting down her leg and placing the other one on the bar.

“You like to keep in good shape, eh? Do you jog often?”

“Three to four times a week, about five kilometers.”

She held the bar with her hands, opened her legs in a wide angle and touched ground to elongate the muscles of her back. Luigi repressed a whistle at the sight of her raised butt, imagining how it would look between the handles – and bare...

“May I ask your name? I am Luigi.”

“Nice to meet you. I am Claudia.”

She squatted and went up a few times before coming again to a normal position; two or three deep inspirations, and her exercise was over.

“Would you allow me to buy you something to drink?”

The girl smiled again, clearly pleased by the invitation.

“Thank you. I need some water to cool off.”

During the short walk to the drinks stand, he had learned that she was a student form Brazil and had arrived in town only three weeks before. “That is fortunate”, he thought: no attachments, probably a tight budget, not many friends yet... He knew that his countrymen, although expansive and cordial, didn’t accept easily a foreigner in their more intimate circles. She had certainly received propositions to go to bed – she was too attractive to have been spared that – but somehow Luigi was sure she had not accepted. There was a kind of shyness about her, a sort of invisible wall protecting her inner self. However, he suspected, if one succeeded in breaking it and taming the feline lurking behind that wall, the rewards would be unforgettable.

Luigi’s mind worked fast. He had to find the weak spot in that wall. She was perhaps finding it difficult to adapt to life in a foreign country, and would welcome any new friend. Or he could play the money trump: being a student, she probably lived on a tight budget. He could also present what he was determined to make her accept as a variety of what she so obviously liked to do. That was the wiser line of approach, he decided.

“It is patent that you like to work out. Don’t take me for a creep, but I have to say that you have the finest pair of legs I have ever seen.”

A broad smile showed that she had liked that praise, but that was all.

“I try to work out too, but it after a while gets boring. I have tried jogging, weight lifting, skating... Do you like all kinds of exercise?”

“Well, some”, she had said. “I have played volleyball, swum a little... But I prefer jogging. Easy to find a place for practicing, and cheap, too.”

“There is a variety of jogging which you probably haven’t heard about.”

“What is it?”

The architect smiled and decided to bluff a little:

“Better leave it aside. It could seem a bit... too odd.”

Claudia bit the bait at once:

“Now you are making me curious. Tell me about it, please.”

“It needs more force and endurance. Like jogging with weights, in a way.”

“Ah, weights on ankles! I have done that for a while, to get stronger.”

“It could be more challenging than that”, Luigi retorted. “Not for common joggers, I would say.”

Claudia wrinkled her forehead, as if trying to figure out what he was talking about. Luigi was enjoying that cat and mouse game; he chose to let her a little more in the dark and play the cash trump.

“As a student, I suppose you live on a tight budget. Am I right?”

“Well, to be frank, I am looking for a part-time job. Things are incredibly expensive here, and I am afraid that my scholarship will not be enough to meet all expenses.”

“Bingo!” Luigi had thought, and picked carefully his next words:

“Perhaps you would be interested by an offer. Have you ever considered becoming a ponygirl?’

“A what?”

“A girl who pulls someone in a cart to parade or to compete. It is a new sport, and it is spreading fast in these parts. The girl goes though a special training – and with your body, with the quality of your jogging, you have the perfect physique to become one.”

Claudia laughed heartily.

“Me? Pulling somebody on a cart? No chance.”

Luigi had expected precisely that reaction, and went on calmly:

“Why not? It must be exciting for the girl, or none would do it. There is some material compensation, too: free meals while in the club – the sport is practiced in a club – a nice place to sleep in, and participation in the prizes you earn.” He was going to add, “for your owner”, but there was no need to scare the bird before caging it.

The girl’s big eyes had flashed at that piece of information, but she stayed adamant:

“I am not swimming in Uncle Scrooge’s pool, but the answer is no. I will not pull anybody as if I was a horse. If you know of another job, I will be glad to know about it. Now I must go.”

“She is tough – I will be a real pleasure to break her!” Luigi thought, grinning: all boys had turned their heads to her back as the ebony jogger moved hastily toward the park gate. Even just walking, what was her name? – Claudia – had a feline elegance that attracted male regards as a magnet would attract a piece of iron.

Next Saturday they met again in the park and Luigi repeated his proposition. Claudia refused again, but he something gave him the impression that she was flinching: otherwise, she would have left him speaking and left, or even made some kind of fuss. And on the third Saturday he found her much more flexible: her phone bill had arrived – and it was hideous. She had indulged in long calls home to friends, and paying that bill would take away half of her scholarship.

Luigi had listened to her story with a grave expression.

“Well, there is a simple means to solve your problem. You know what it is.”

They were sitting on a bench under the trees, and the architect could not avoid inhaling the odor that wafted from that dark body: a mixture of sweat with the citric components of the soap or cologne she used – a little bit acrid, stronger than the sent of the women he had been with. Luigi’s cock swelled in his pants as he stretched his hand to touch her shoulder, in a gesture he hoped that she would understand as solidarity, but which was in fact prompted by the insane desire he was beginning to feel for that exotic beauty.

“I have brought some photos. Would you like to see what a ponygirl looks like?”

Claudia stared at him. There was again that flash on her eyes, a combination of curiosity and repulse. Luigi could almost read her mind: the very kinkiness of the thing was appealing to her. He handed Claudia the cheap pocket album and watched her reaction as she looked at the first photograph.

As the image caught her eyes, her jaw fell down in astonishment. The photo showed a blonde girl in complete attire – head gear with feather, harness, bridle, reins, a sort of bath suit that left her breasts bare, hoof boots reaching to the middle of her thighs. The conductor was sitting in the cart, and the girl’s wrists were tied to the handles by leather cuffs. One of her knees was up, and she was obviously pulling the rickshaw without effort.

“Oh, my God”, Claudia had exclaimed, turning the plastic sheets to see the other pictures. All showed ponygirls in various attires – latex, straps that crossed on belly and went under the crotch, collars from which the reins went to the conductor’s hands, small bells dangling from pierced nipples, and so on. Some had boots with hooves, others wore different kinds of footwear. Ladies in riding clothes piloted three of the carts. There were several types of vehicles, and the last photo showed a double one, with two ladies sitting and two ponies pulling.

“It is still worse than I had figured! How can these women submit to that? It is...” - she looked for the word – “degrading!”

“No, it is not. I can assure you that they take pride in being good ponies, and in being shown as such by their masters. They don’t look annoyed, do they?”

The battle raging in the girl’s mind was evident in her expression. Luigi waited patiently, his eyes fixed on her thighs and calves, as he thought of the appropriate attire for her. It should be something simple and elegant, letting as much of her pitch-black skin exposed as possible. The girl was really pretty, with marked African features, a rich pair of lips and almond-shaped eyes, round tits and a slim waist. After a while, she lifted her chin and asked:

“You spoke about prizes. What did you mean exactly?”

Luigi held his breath. It was not customary to pay a ponygirl – on the other hand, as far as he knew, no rule expressly forbade it. Money was clearly a motivation for Claudia considering his offer, and she was exactly what he needed – no, she was exactly what he wanted, what he desired, what his manliness was yearning for. Her lithe body seemed made to give pleasure; Luigi pictured himself between her legs, enjoying the warmth of her pussy after a good run on the tracks, and licked his lips before replying:

“Would fire hundred euros be enough for you?”

“Five hundred euros? WOW! That would double my scholarship!”

“They are yours if you accept my proposition. Every month.”

That settled it. Luigi explained that she would have to follow the rules: spend her weekends at the club, dress as he would tell her to, eat what she would be given and “where the food is given” – he didn’t mention stables at that point – and train seriously.

“What if I don’t like it?” she had wanted to know.

“You have my word that you may leave whenever you want. This is done by mutual consent. But while you are there, I expect you to obey gracefully and behave yourself. You will sleep where the other ponies sleep, you appearance will be as I determine, you will show respect for me as your master and trainer, and so on. This is a serious thing, Claudia. I hope you will like it as much as the other ponies do, but you are not forced to accept. Once you agree, however, I don’t want surprises.”

Her expression had changed, as if she had felt offended.

“Luigi, I am speaking seriously. I need the cash and consider this a kind of work. Be assured that I will do my best. And if I don’t like to be a ponygirl I will leave.”

“Not just a ponygirl, Claudia. My ponygirl. And since we are at that, don’t call me Luigi any more. It is Master, ok? And you will receive a pony name, too. I have already thought of one.”

“And what is it?”

Luigi looked sternly at the pretty black face in front of him.

“What is it, what...?”

She stared at him, as if mustering her forces to say what he wanted.

“What is it, Master?”

“Ebony. It suits you like a glove.”

Coming from Brazil, Claudia was not punctilious about having her skin color stressed like that. She laughed and nodded; five hundred euros were a very good motive to let the gentleman name her as he pleased. On the other hand, black ponies were so hard to find - Luigi what was the point of calling her “Karen” or “Sandra”? No – Ebony was just perfect.


Chapter Two: In the stall

Luigi smiled as Ebony turned over in her sleep, stretching a leg and letting her pink sole become visible. She was really tired: he had not spared her, even that first time, and, in spite of her good health and shape, she had arrived at her pen sweating profusely. He glanced at her again, immersed in his recollections.


~~~~

He phoned the club to tell that he was arriving with a pony, and after an hour’s drive through the beautiful Italian countryside they had reached the place. An officer was waiting at the gate and from the look on his eyes Luigi knew that he had done the right thing.

“Hello, Luigi! Got your pony, at last?”

“So it seems, Franco.”

“A lovely one, I would say. You know the rules: she cannot go around dressed like that. Let’s take her at once to the stables.”

An expression of puzzlement appeared on Claudia’s face, and the architect guessed why: she was finding it odd, Franco’s ignoring her and only addressing him. He started to walk swiftly towards the stables, talking all the time to distract her.

“Please come with us, Ebony. This is a great exercise, you will see. Of course you have to abide by the club’s rules. You will like it here, I am sure. You certainly have run track in school; you know how good it is to win a competition! You must have earned prizes, with that body of yours...”

They reached the stables area; Ebony was shown into an empty stall and told to undress. She stared at him, but Luigi made another vague mention of “the rules”, adding that he had to inspect her to ascertain if she was really fit for the task. His mind had raced as her chocolate breasts popped out from the T-shirt; telling her to put her hands behind her head, Luigi proceeded to inspect her from head to toe.

He was pleased to feel under his fingers the firm muscles, the perfect legs and the curvy back. His hands glided on the satin-like black skin, taking their time to explore her buttocks. He was careful not to touch her sex; there would be ample time for exploring its rich folds and crevices. He squatted to take her foot in his hand: she had fair soles, a pronounced arch and finely chiseled toes.

“A jewel, a true jewel”, Luigi said to himself as he measured her foot with a ruler and took a mental note of its size.

“Ebony, this will be your quarters here. You see it is comfortable – you have a sanitary vase, a blanket, toilet articles, etc. That tap is for drinking and washing. Please wait here while I go for the cart and for your attire.”

Claudia had seen the man going out with her clothes. She was stunned to be there, even if she had agreed to give that kinky thing a try. Since the first day, Luigi’s proposition had disturbed her more than she cared to admit. She liked to jog and needed to supplement her allowance – but it was so preposterous! On the other hand, if other girls did it, why not try? She could think of it as a new experience. But what would her colleagues say if they ever found out?

She had looked in the newspaper for other jobs and gone to the addresses, only to find that all vacancies were filled. Slowly, the idea had made its way in her mind – and the balance had tipped when she opened that fantastic phone bill. The gentleman’s assurance that she could leave anytime, and that no obstacle would be put to her studies, had finally persuaded her to step in that car.

And then, while she stood naked and the man’s hands cupped her breasts and slid over her hips, something had happened that she could not fully understand. She had got aroused – yes, aroused! Since breaking with her boyfriend a few weeks before her departure, she had not had sex – and her body was yearning for it. That tall, older man had impressed her favorably since their first conversation. She had sensed his eyes on her butt as she elongated, and at the moment she had felt simply glad – a normal reaction of a girl at being admired and coveted. There was nothing wrong with that, she felt. He had not spoken of having sex with her – would that be included in the package? She had felt a quiver going down her spine as he parted her legs and cupped her haunches, but at the same time felt relieved because he had not shown excessive boldness.

As the man left to look for the cart, Claudia looked around, still astonished at finding herself in a pen. Except for that extraordinary circumstance, however, the place was comfortable – clean, agreeably fresh, smelling of wood and leather, and the hay felt good under her naked feet. While being led to the stall, she had got a general impression of the club: manicured lawns, a big house with a veranda and tables at which people sat and talked, waiters coming with drinks on trays – obviously, the practitioners of that sport all had a high status in life. They had left the social area behind and come to a section that looked like a horse club, with several stables divided in pens. On many of these hung a sign-board with the name of the occupant painted in red letters; she had seen at a distance an oval track on which some ponies were being exercised, but the vision had been too quick to fully register.

Claudia explored the walls: there were hooks on the back one, she wondered what for. An exercise bar on the right side, a kind of closet on the left: she pulled on the door, but it was locked. There was no chair or bench; the only place to sit was the sanitary. She felt an urge to urinate; it was a bit awkward to do so with the upper part of the door open, but there was no alternative. She relieved herself and went to the door: stretching down her hand, she noticed the huge lock on the bolt’s end and smiled to herself: where did Luigi imagine that she could go, naked as she was? She looked out: nobody in sight. Her watch had been taken too, so she didn’t know the exact time, but calculated that it should be around eleven. Opening the tap, Claudia washed her face and under her arms: she had not showered after her exercise.

A noise at the door, and the man who wanted her to call him Master appeared again. He held two bags in his hands and was smiling broadly.

“Not bad, eh, Ebony? Your pen? We will have a sign-board made for you. Now come here, let me show you your attire.”

He opened one of the bags and took out some black leather straps, which he placed diagonally on Claudia’s torso and around her waist; from this one, another one came down. Luigi covered her womanhood with it – very partially, in fact – and tied it on the backside of the waist strap, which had little bells and some metal rings attached to it. The touch of the leather on her skin made her quiver; somehow, she didn’t feel ashamed to be practically naked in front of this man, whose eyes devoured her so clearly. Luigi had brought cotton socks and a pair of boots with hooves - something she had never seen. Claudia sat on the sanitary and put them on; they fitted perfectly on her feet. Suddenly, she noticed that there was no mirror in the stall: she wanted to see how she looked with all that on her, but it was impossible.

Leather cuffs with rings were placed on her wrists – she remembered the girl holding the cart’s handles in the first photo she had been shown – and then the man opened his second bag. Taking from it a bit with a wide loop on each end, he said:

“This goes between your teeth, Ebony. It is padded with rubber, so it won’t hurt your mouth.”

He fastened the straps behind her head, and at that very moment Claudia felt that she was going to like this madness. The bit in her mouth had the effect of Proust’s Madeleine: suddenly, an image came to her mind. She was eight years old and was in the house where her mother worked at as a cook. Her mother had told her to go and play with the lady’s daughter, a six-year-old, and the girl wanted to play “pony and rider”. Claudia had gone on fours, the girl put a belt between her teeth, and she had carried her around the room. The little girl was so happy that she kept bearing her on her back for quite a while, feeling her bare feet knocking at her sides. At that time, it had been just an innocent game, but now, as she remembered the scene, she felt moisture forming on her labia.

In an instinctive movement, Claudia looked down at her cunt to see if it showed her arousal. Luigi smiled to himself, but said nothing, and when she raised her head again she pretended to have looked at the long-legged boots, which reached a little above her knee:

“These boots are really elegant... Master”.

Luigi tied the head gear straps behind her head and placed on it a cap with a red feather.

“You look splendid. Ebony! Now kneel down.”

She did as she was told. Luigi took from his bag a red leather collar.

“What is this for, Master?”

“See these rings here? There will be a set of reins going from them, so I can direct you. And it is a symbol – it means property. I am your owner now, and you are my ponygirl... lift your chin, please.”

Claudia raised her head and felt the leather strap closing on her throat. The collar was not too tight; she heard the clasping of the tiny lock behind her neck. She touched the ornament: that was perhaps a bit over the limit, she thought. Attire – o.k. But that!

However, Master did not give her time to express any complaints.

“Let’s go, our cart is outside. Lift your head, put your hands behind your back and follow me.”

Ebony walked somewhat hesitantly – she was not accustomed to show her body in public, and had to take care not to slip with that new footwear. They crossed two ponies that were being brought back to their stalls; instinctively, her hands went to her pussy to hide it from their trainer, but Master gave her a light slap on the bum:

“Hands behind your back, Ebony! All pony girls wear attires; you are not the only one. Stop, I want to exchange a word with Carlo.”

If she could blush, Claudia’s face would have looked like a Santa Claus jacket; but as she was black it went simply hot. She looked down, ashamed at being there, but with the corner of her eye saw that the other ponies were at ease – one had even a sort of tail plugged to her butt, and didn’t seem concerned even about that!

“Hello, Luigi. Is this your new pony?”

“Yes, Carlo. Lovely, isn’t she? I will test her now, and, if she does well, I will want you to take care of her.”

“Good. Let me give these two a shower and I will meet you on the track to see how she fares.”

A short walk took Ebony and her master to the barn where the carts were parked. His was a light rickshaw painted in black, with bicycle wheels, a comfortable seat with a plank to rest the conductor’s feet, and two long handles. A small chain dangled from the front part of the vehicle. At its side, someone had already placed two sets of reins. Luigi tied one to Ebony’s bridle and the other to the rings on the sides her collar. Then he clasped the locks that hung from the handles on to the rings on her wrist cuffs and attached the small chain to the ring on the back of her belt: she was ready to go.

He sat on the cart and gave a hearty tug on the reins.

“Walk!”

Ebony grabbed the handles and made a few steps. Surprisingly, the rickshaw was not heavy, even with a man weighing eighty kilos on it. The hooved boots clanked on the planks of the barn as she pulled her load outside. A smooth asphalt track extended to the right and left of the barn. Luigi pulled on the bridle reins and Ebony felt her head being turned to the right. She moved in that direction, feeling her biceps stretch and the weight of the cart from the chain that linked her waist to it.

“Put your knees up, keep your torso straight!”

The girl did as she was told. Luigi watched her round butt and shining back as she pulled him. She had kept her ponytail, and as she swayed her hips Luigi felt his cock twitching under his pants. They reached the track and she pulled the cart onto it. Three other carts were visible on different points of the track, one of them with a lady sitting on it.

“Watch your fellow ponies and do as they are doing”, Luigi said.

The black pony immediately attracted the attention of the other riders, who turned their heads to admire her. Ebony walked with more firmness now, and soon reached the cart with the lady. A pull on her bit made her stop and make a grimace: Master had not given any sign that he wanted her to stop, and the move took her by surprise. She felt the padded bit pressing her open mouth and stopped instantly.

“Morning, Giovanna! How are you?”

“Very well, Luigi. Whose pony is that? I haven’t seen her before.”

“Mine”, he replied. “Ebony, I have called her. Now I won’t bother you anymore asking to hire Gypsy.”

“She’s not trained yet, I see,” Giovanna said acidly.

In fact, Claudia was staring at the lady, a brunette in her early thirties, with her hair done in a bun behind her head. She wore a black riding cap, and her cart was painted in red. Her pony was a pretty blonde, with big breasts and side blinders that prevented her from looking anywhere except in front of her.

Luigi slapped slightly his pony’s butt with a riding crop.

“Look down, Ebony! Show respect for the lady, don’t bring shame on your Master!”

The girl contracted her haunches at the sudden sting. It was not intended to hurt, of course, but she felt angry all the same: that was unheard of! She began to mutter something – the bit made it difficult to articulate words clearly - but stopped: later she would tell Luigi that she would not accept being whipped. He was so evidently happy, like that little girl so many years ago – she felt a quiver down her spine as she recalled her hitting her sides with her naked, tiny heels. Later she would talk to him. After all, she didn’t know all the rules - perhaps slapping ponies like that was accepted in the club!

“Well, I have to give Gypsy a little more workout. See you later, Luigi”, the brunette said, and her riding crop hit her pony’s butt. The blonde pony didn’t seem offended by that and started walking.


Chapter Three: The test

Ebony felt the tug on her reins that meant, “go”. Luigi let her make three laps in a row before allowing her to stop. She did it with grace, but began to pant in the last one and welcomed the rest when it came. Luigi brought her a mug of water, which she drank avidly.

“Not difficult, right, Ebony?”

“Well, not difficult. Weird, I would say.”

The stern look on his eyes reminded her of how he wanted to be called.

“Weird... Master.”

She was going to tell him that she didn’t want to be whipped, but he cut her short:

“Good. Let’s go on. I want you to trot lightly now.”

He leaped on the seat and pulled the reins, making her feel the bit between her teeth. She took a deep breath and began to jog lightly, dragging the cart after her. It was different from jogging with no load, but she soon got accustomed to the weight; the track was smooth, the wheels had tires, and the rickshaw rolled effortlessly on it. Luigi let her make a first turn on the track, which was about 500 meters long, and yelled:

“Faster now, Ebony!”

The girl accelerated her pace, wondering how long she could stand it. She was not feeling bad; it was surely an awkward thing, but also in a way funny. Her breasts bounced as she trotted; that was also somewhat funny, as she was used to jogging with a T-shirt. But the sensation was not bad. Actually, the wind on her nipples was making them harden!

“Clap clap, clap”... The hooves hit the ground, the little bells on her belt jingled playfully, she inhaled deeply – and almost without noticing she increased her speed, but Master pulled gently on her bit to make her slow down. They had reached a bend and she was not sufficiently trained to make it at high speed.

“Take care when you make a bend, or the cart will fall”, he said. “You are doing splendidly, I knew you would be good at it!”

Ebony felt her muscles aching a bit, but except for that the experience was great. Her forehead and back were covered with sweat, and Luigi couldn’t take his eyes from the small drops shining on her body. He loosened his grip on the reins and let his new pony speed up again. He could feel the wind on his face; the vision of the black girl pulling him was so exciting! He let her find her rhythm, and so she did.


News that Luigi had captured an African pony girl had spread quickly in the club, and some people came to watch, among them Carlo. They sat on the fence and started talking. A few words reached Claudia’s ears: “fine girl”, “see how her skin glows”, “what a perfect pair of legs!” The absurdity of the thing seemed lesser now; she gave no attention to the onlookers and kept trotting elegantly for two more laps. Then she felt fatigued; her pace decreased, her heart thumped in her chest, thick drops of sweat covered her forehead and slid down to her eyes, making it difficult to see ahead. Luigi made her stop; she wanted to sit down and wipe her forehead, but the cuffs on her hands prevented both.

“Very good, very good, Ebony! You did quite well for a first time! Now let’s walk back to your pen.”

He waved the reins, but Claudia was too tired to move.

“I need to drink” – the words were barely understandable, as her tongue clashed with the bit.

Luigi didn’t bother to decipher what she was trying to say.

“Move on!”

The crop on her ass took Claudia by surprise. Automatically, she grabbed the handles and started to walk, her mind boggled – what was that, why was she doing that instead of telling the man not to whip her? Luigi made her pull the sulky to the entrance of the pen, his mind absorbed in the next phase of her training – one he had anticipated and mentally savored since their first meeting, three weeks ago.

He removed the wrist cuffs and they entered the pen, where he carefully removed all the straps from her body, leaving only the locked collar.

“Wash and drink from the tap, Ebony. You can also take off your boots.”

The girl did so, a little embarrassed by being again naked in front of the architect.

“When do I get my clothes again, Master?”

“Tomorrow evening, when you leave”, he said, taking a small key from his pocket and opening the closet. “You don’t need them in your pen, and when training you will wear your attire. Now come here, please, I have to attach this chain to the loop on you collar. The rules, you know.”

That startled Claudia.

“Oh! That is a bit over ... and, also, I wanted to tell you...”

He cut her short.

“Ebony, I must ask you not to dispute any commands you will be given. Remember what we stipulated? No surprises. Come here!”

His tone was not angry – just firm. Claudia had but two options: either quit right there or obey. For a brief moment she leaned towards the first alternative, but the thought of her phone bill made her change her mind. She walked slowly towards the man, let him hitch the chain to one of the rings on her collar, and watched in silence as he tied it with a lock to the hook on the wall.


Chapter Four: Ebony’s reward

Luigi felt pleased by her acceptance of his command and went on:

“Your muscles must be aching from the effort, I know. I can help you with a massage. Why don’t you lie down and I let me stretch a bit your legs?”

The girl welcomed that offer and lay down on her tummy. The architect took her bare foot on his hand and massaged it firmly; she was ticklish, though, and tried to take it off from his hand. The man grinned: that was going to be her first lesson in obedience.

“Quiet, Ebony! I know what I am doing.”

He pressed her footpad with his fingers and worked on each toe, watching bemusedly her contortions. Slowly, he worked his way up her calf, kneading sensually the dark flesh with both hands; Claudia kept laughing and grabbed the base of the sanitary in an effort to control her reflexes.

She was too tired to fight Master’s grip on her foot; besides, she was feeling pleased with his attentions. It had been more than six weeks since she had broken with her boyfriend, and no man had touched her during all that time. She could not avoid feeling aroused by that sensual touching, and arched her butt up when Master arrived to her buttocks.

“That is a good pony”, Luigi said, “we have to work on this a little.” The girl’s haunches were round and hard under the silky skin; she jerked a bit when his fingers reached her pussy, and looked back, but her silent message was clear enough: go on!

Luigi smiled:

“You did very well in your first exercise. Your Master wants to reward you. Roll over on you back.”

Ebony took a deep breath. It was evident how all that was going to finish, and, to her astonishment, the idea was not unpleasant at all. She had felt aroused with the man’s touch on her breasts while he was inspecting her, with the rubbing of the strap on her cunt as she pulled the rickshaw, and – why not admit it – with the playful tickling on her sole.

She rolled over and spread her legs, revealing to Luigi the first Nubian pussy he had ever seen. He caressed softly the black labia, which were already moist; his own cock was twitching inside his pants, and now he was sure that she would not object to what he had in mind. He traced the slippery folds and with his other hand reached for her upright breasts.

“You are so beautiful, Ebony! Your Master is really proud of you.”

He was going to say, “of owning you”, but stopped short. That was her first day, her first reward, and there was no need to wake up her resistance by stressing that she was being considered just a property.

Luigi brushed her nipples until they were hard and leaned back, gasping at the fully naked figure in front of him and enjoying his control over her. She seemed not to notice the chain that went from her neck to the wall; her knees had gone up, her heels touching her butt, in a clear invitation to him.

“Open your petals for me.”

He pressed the pad of his finger onto her clit and began to rub up and down. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation. Luigi leaned over her and rolled her right nipple between his fingers; with his other hand, he kept brushing her button and slid a finger a little inside her.

The girl moaned distinctly; she was drenched now. Luigi savored the sight of that black panther offering herself to his caresses; he was sure that she was a formidable lover, and it was a wise move to make her associate being teased and pleased with the notion of reward for good performance.

“She is good-natured and docile”, he thought as he fingered her with all his accumulated expertise. “Also, strong – perhaps a champion – but there is more to her than just physical fitness. Perhaps I am wrong, but my intuition tells me that deep in her soul she needs a firm hand to guide her. And she has found it!”

Luigi was awakened from this train of thought by a powerful jerk. Ebony had reached her climax and was wiggling on the hay, all the pent up energy flowing though her body as Master kept brushing her button and mercilessly finger-fucking her. Luigi had seen women cumming before, but he was taken aback by the intensity of her orgasm; the girl arched up, her hands stretching aside her labia to expose the vibrating love button, her teeth gnawing at her nether lip, her voice suddenly raucous emitting strange sounds that came from the deepest layers of her mind.

The architect had heard about ebony girls being hot, but up to that moment had thought that this was largely legend, like so many Western fantasies about dark races and warm climates. Now he felt like changing his opinion; on the other hand, the girl could be simply giving rein to a normal tension. Perhaps she had not been pleased for some time, and was just taking advantage of a good occasion to come even in that matter...

Anyway, he was aroused too. He had desired her from the moment he had seen her exercising on those bars, and now his cock was sending out clear signs that it had to be taken care of. He kissed her lips softly, feeling how voluptuous they were, and opened her mouth with his; she responded avidly, sucking it inside, her thick lips pressed against his.

“Get on all fours like a good pony, Ebony”, he said, rising up.

She did as she was told and raised her liquid eyes towards him. Luigi’s cock throbbed at the sight of her in that position; he unbuckled his pants, waiting for her reaction. She looked at his erect member and winked; taking it in her hands, she stroked it gently. Luigi knew that he was winning; he let her use her soft palms on his upright shaft and sighed deeply.

Ebony brushed it on her breasts and kissed it several times; then she began to lick it slowly, starting at the balls and working her way upwards. Luigi was delighted; she did it with gusto, in long laps, circling his tip and going down to the base again. He held her head and slid it inside her mouth. She wrapped her lips on the rigid member and began sucking on it, moving her head to and fro, her hands holding his knees.

Some precum formed on the head; she licked it without stopping her sucking, something Luigi had never experienced. Leaving it still in her mouth, she worked with her tongue on the front part of the cock. He tugged at her collar to make her look up; their eyes met – there was nothing to be said. Luigi felt his seed coming up from his swollen balls; his dick pulsated in that wet cavern, he whispered something about spurting in her mouth – she nodded – and he unloaded a powerful jet, quickly followed by a few others, while she kept sucking and looking at him.

Luigi caressed her cheek and stayed there, leaning against the wall, his cock now flaccid in her mouth.

“That was great, Ebony! You are a true talent!”

The girl looked at him and winked. She was clearly hesitating whether to swallow the sticking substance; Luigi decided not to press the matter. There would be ample time for her to do so. She rose to her feet and went to the sanitary, spat out what was in her mouth and rinsed it.

“Come and clean me, Ebony. With your mouth”, he added.

She glanced at him and smiled.

“Water is better, Master.”

Luigi thought of slapping her ass with the crop, but put the idea aside. This was her first day as a pony; there was no point in offending her – she may not come a second time. He nodded and watched as she filled a bowl and knelt between his legs; she washed his member carefully and dried it up with her blanket. Her face was showing fatigue; Luigi decided to let her rest – besides, he was feeling hungry, and at the club restaurant a wonderful buffet was being served.

“I’d suggest that you take a nap. Later we can train you more. You have a lot to learn.”

The girl shook the chain that had hitched to the wall.

“Can you take this off, please?”

“No. Ponies stay with their chain while in their pen – this is a rule, too.”

Claudia opened her mouth to say something, but apparently decided not to. Lying down on the soft blanket, she closed her eyes and put her head on her stretched arm. In minutes, she was asleep. Luigi dressed again, went out of the pen and bolted the lower part of the door. That is why he was leaning on its edge, thinking how lucky he had been to find this ebony jewel and bring her into this pen.

He sighed. It was time to have a good meal and receive the compliments from the other members: A black pony, and one like Ebony, was sure to arouse comments, and even some envy.




To be continued...