The weather continued warm and dry and each day, Gabrielle spent several hours out in the paddock with her Master, honing her skills and improving her stamina until she was able to pull him for longer and longer periods before needing a rest.

Her obedience became second nature to her, too, an automatic and quite instinctive submission to his will that she no longer resented or even considered, merely accepting it as the normal, unremarkable daily routine of her life as his pony-girl.

She was cared for, looked after and loved by the man she had chosen…and even if he insisted on keeping her at least partially bound or tethered in some way at all times and demanded her unquestioning obedience to his Mastery, it was a price she was happy to pay in return for the joy and delight she found in her willing subjugation and sexual service to him.

Lying on the straw in her loose-box where she had spent every night, Gabrielle rolled instantly to her knees and displayed her body with her wrists behind her back and thighs spread wide as she heard the bolts on the door to the stable slide back.

It was how she was required to show her submission and, like her obedience, was unthinking and no longer embarrassed her with its obvious symbolism.

Her Master wished it to be so and she had come to enjoy offering her body to him so humbly, for the action invariably ignited a hot glow of warmth in her belly as she knelt before him.

“Good morning, pony-girl. Did you sleep well?”

“Good morning, my Master. Yes, thank you, Master.”

“I hope so,” he said cheerfully, “Because today is going to be different.”

She waited for him to explain further, but when he didn’t, she realised he was waiting for her to ask why.

“Different, Master?” she obliged and he nodded calmly.

“Oh, yes, pony-girl. Today, we are both going to find out just how obedient and well trained you really are. A little test for you.”

“I see, Master,” she replied nervously.

“No, you don’t,” he chuckled, “But after breakfast, you will and I’m sure you’ll do well and make me even prouder of you.”

“I..I hope so, Master,” she stammered, “I’ll tr..try my best, Master.”

“I know you will, Gabrielle,” he agreed warmly, “You have never disappointed me since the very first day we met and I know you won’t let me down now. So let’s eat and then get you ready.”

Gabrielle wanted to know more, but her curiosity remained unsatisfied as her Master shook his head, refusing to elaborate as he fed her breakfast and then restrained her arms in the familiar single-glove and fitted her ankle-hobble in preparation for whatever was to come.

Already excited by the delicious feelings of helplessness that had become second nature to her as she submitted to being harnessed, she barely hesitated when he ordered her to bend over and as the plug sank into her anus to attach her tail, she shivered in pleasure, savouring the sensation of fullness that sent ripples of arousal through her belly as she straightened up.

The hood with its pony-plumes followed and Gabrielle opened her mouth, accepting the bit-gag that completed her harnessing ….but as she stood before him with her body perfectly displayed, he reached into his pocket and took out a length of thin, silver chain.

A chain with a glittering one-pound coin attached at its centre………

Her blue eyes widened in recognition as he held it for her to see, “That’s right, pony-girl. This is the pound that I paid for you. I told you right back at the start that I’d keep it safe in case you ever wanted to buy yourself back from me. Well, here it is, but there’s a problem. You see, now that you’re fully trained and have accepted me as your Master, you’re worth far, far more to me than that and I couldn’t possibly consider selling you for so little. In fact, I can’t imagine giving you up for any amount of money. So, as you’re going to be staying with me for the rest of your life, I decided to have it turned into a necklace, to remind us both that you belong to me. Now…and forever….………”

Clipped around her neck, the coin was centred perfectly between the rounded slopes of her offered breasts and as he stepped back to allow her to see her reflection in the tall mirror, Gabrielle gazed at the gleaming golden disk, knowing what it signified.

By accepting it and light-heartedly signing the Bill of Sale that had transferred her ownership from her to him, she had unwittingly….and ironically, considering his plans for her….given him free rein to control and transform her into his pony-girl.

And now that her training was complete, she knew he was right.

She was worth vastly more than the solitary pound he had paid for her.

Because not only was she an obedient, docile pony-girl, she was also his responsive, enthusiastic lover and willingly-submissive participant in her own ever-deepening subjugation to his thrilling dominance.

Loving and needing his Mastery, Gabrielle quivered in arousal, understanding that he would never release her and that she would never want to be freed and as she met his calm, steady eyes and recognised that he wanted and desired her equally as much as she longed for him, her belly fluttered and rippled with fierce heat to the knowledge that she would spend her life serving him and obeying his commands.

Living the erotic fantasy that he had made her everyday reality……………………

And when the leash to her collar tightened and she was led out into the warm morning sunshine, Gabrielle high-stepped gracefully behind her Master, adapting without conscious though to the limits placed on her by her restraints and ankle-hobble as she tried to imagine what sort of test he had in mind for her.

The carriage was ready and waiting outside the barn and after she was harnessed between the shafts and he took his seat, she walked smoothly forward in response to the slap of reins against her shoulders.

Across the yard towards the gate into the paddock, but then, to her consternation, straight on past it, rather than the usual turn into the grassy field.

Gabrielle had never really taken much notice of the track leading up to her Master’s house, with other things on her mind and never having seen or heard anyone using it, she had simply assumed that it was private and ignored where it might lead.

Until, as he steered her down the centre of the lane and around a bend that took her out of sight of his home and barn, she realised that she had no idea where he was driving her, or whether the track led to other houses or a public road.

But either way, she had very little choice and when he gave her the signal to trot and reinforced the order with a flick of his coach-whip across her naked buttocks, a thrill of alarm and arousal rippled through her body as she obeyed.

With her booted feet thumping against the packed earth and her hobble-chain jingling merrily to announce her approach, anyone walking along the track would be sure to hear her and as she imagined hikers or bird-watchers gaping at her semi-nude, harnessed body as she trotted past pulling her Master, she felt her nipples stiffen and her sex ooze wetly at the thought of how incredibly desirable and helplessly provocative she would look to their eyes.

Any man who saw her would want to take her for himself, any woman would surely envy her for having such a strong and dominant Master, but she belonged only to him and although others might look and dream of possessing her, the collar around her throat and the coin sparkling and bouncing between the twin globes of her breasts proclaimed that she was his and she knew he would protect her and keep her safe.

There was not even the tiniest shred of doubt in her mind and as Gabrielle realised that the extent and certainty of her absolute trust in her Master was the final proof of her willing and joyful submission, hot jets of her juices thundered into her belly as she climaxed to the knowledge that she had truly and irrevocably become his pony-girl……………….

She stumbled and lost her smooth, even pace as spasms racked her belly….and was instantly punished, the coach-whip hissing out to brand lines of smarting heat into her flanks and her Master snapping, “Steady, pony-girl. Keep the rhythm and lift your knees as you have been trained.”

Gabrielle squealed in anguish, her bottom stinging with fire, longing to explain the reason for her mistake and tell him of her final capitulation.

But Gabrielle was a harnessed, bitted pony-girl and a pony-girl’s errors, no matter how well-justified or understandable, were never excused or overlooked and as the coach-whip cracked down a third time, she was forced to obey her Master and endure the devastating havoc churning in her flooded belly as she trotted on along the narrow track with glistening silver rivulets trickling slowly down her pumping thighs to mark her surrender.

For several minutes she was driven onward, until the fierce heat in her buttocks died to a not-unpleasant tingling and the contractions of her belly slowly eased to leave her only half-satisfied and deliciously aware that it would require only a brief, casual touch of her Master’s hands or lips to bring her passion back to fever-pitch.

But although she did not know it, Gabrielle’s test was about to begin…………….

When she negotiated a sharp bend in the track, Gabrielle gasped in fright as she saw a low, red, open-topped sports car parked some hundred yards ahead of her.

With someone sitting in the driver’s seat.

She hesitated momentarily, her eyes widening in humiliation as she realised that she would be in plain sight of the driver, but as her Master called, “On, pony-girl,” and his coach-whip cracked menacingly over her head, she made herself overcome her embarrassment and lifted her head high, pulling her shoulders back to display her body as proudly and beautifully as she knew he would want.

Looking straight ahead and lifting her knees high, she did her best to ignore the car and its occupant, pretending that she had not seen it and concentrating on the perfection of her trot as she approached the vehicle.

Until, level with the car, the reins tugged at her bit and her Master called, “Whoa, pony-girl. Halt,” and she was brought to a stop, directly opposite the driver.

Her face flamed a vivid crimson, but she knew what she must do and immediately spread her legs and displayed her body as she had been trained, her brain reeling in horrified dismay at the picture of obedience and submission she must present.

She didn’t dare turn her head to look at the driver and as a soft, throaty gurgle of laughter reached her ears, her blush intensified as she learned that the driver was a woman.

“So, you really weren’t joking that evening then, Matthew? You actually were taking…ah, yes…Gabrielle isn’t it, away to be trained as a pony-girl.”

“Indeed I was, Amanda. And as you see, she is now fully trained.”

Gabrielle gave a low moan of horrified shame as she recognised the voice and realised that the woman was none other than Miss Harrison, the brunette who had ridden in the lift with her and Matthew on the very first night of her captivity.

And who had not even questioned the fact that Gabrielle had been tied up and gagged, with the marks of Matthew’s whip still clearly visible on her naked bottom and her thighs stained with the evidence of her enforced climaxes.

Gabrielle had never dreamed that she would ever see her again, but now she was here and as her Master ordered, “Be silent, pony-girl,” Gabrielle shuddered, wondering why the brunette had turned up and fearing that it was no accident.

“She really is a pretty little thing and I must say she looks absolutely delicious standing there in her costume and harnessed to that carriage. I was very impressed watching her pull you. She must be stronger than she seems.”

“Not really. The carriage is very light and well-balanced, so it’s not as hard as you might think. And Gabrielle has had a lot of practice and encouragement.”

“Mmm. I can see the sort of encouragement she’s had. It’s in your hand and I can still see the results on her bottom.”

“True. Well, a pony-girl needs to be disciplined and obedient. And Gabrielle is.”

“I can see that. So, what now?”

“You asked me to let you know how Gabrielle’s training turned out and I thought you might want to see at first hand. So, I suggest we all go back to the house and I’ll show you how to drive a pony-girl. Then you can take her for a run. How does that sound?”

“I’d love to. Shall I follow you, or what?”

“Oh, there’s no need for that. I used to have a car like yours and if I remember correctly, there’s a tow-ring under the back bumper. I’ll just attach Gabrielle to that and she can follow-on behind.”

Already stunned by the casual way her Master had invited the brunette to use her as a pony-girl Gabrielle froze as he took a long length of chain from under the carriage seat and after clipping it to her collar and the tow-ring, took his place in the car alongside his guest.

But as Miss Harrison started the engine and drove slowly forward, the chain tightened to tug irresistibly at her collar and she was forced into motion.

She wanted to refuse and protest, but there was nothing she could do and as her Master half-turned to keep his eye on her and called, “Lift your knees, pony-girl. Don’t let me down,” she had no option but to obey.

Tethered to the car, she began to trot as the speed increased, her breasts bouncing and the tail-dildo pumping into her anus as she responded helplessly, her eyes filling with horror to the unwanted, unstoppable arousal that surged through her belly as she retraced her steps back along the track towards her Master’s home.

Knowing that by the time she reached it, it would be impossible for her to hide her sexual heat from him and the brunette.

If her Master had been alone, she might well have enjoyed the novelty of her enforced display of obedient subjugation, but as she saw Miss Harrison’s eyes in the rear-view mirror, drinking in her jiggling breasts and flexing thighs, she groaned into her bit-gag, intensely conscious that when the car stopped, she would have to demonstrate her carriage-pulling skills with the brunette in the driving-seat.

Amanda Harrison braked her car to a halt outside the large barn and as she got out, her gaze went immediately to the figure of the harnessed blonde standing between the shafts of the carriage with her eyes fixed on Matthew Torrance.

It was obvious that Gabrielle was embarrassed, but there were also clear signs of nervous excitement and sexual arousal in her flushed face and as Matthew went to the back of the car and unclipped the chain, Amanda saw her hollow her spine to present her body as he stood up and smiled at her.

“Well done, pony-girl. You looked quite lovely trotting behind us. I enjoyed it and I’m sure Amanda did too, so I want you to be a good, obedient little pony and give her a nice, smooth ride around the paddock. OK?”

It was the last thing Gabrielle wanted to do, but as he gazed into her eyes and she saw how pleased and proud of her he was, her humiliation faded away and was replaced with a blend of curiosity, excitement and acceptance.

She was a pony-girl and if it was her owner and Master’s wish for her to demonstrate her skills, then she would obey as perfectly as she could and show the brunette just how well trained she was.

Meeting his calm stare, Gabrielle nodded her head and as he smiled again and patted her gagged cheek, she took a deep breath and stood motionless while he unclipped the chain from her collar and stowed it under the seat of the carriage.

“Right, Amanda,” he said cheerfully, “I’ll just give you a quick run-through of the basics and then you can try it yourself. It’s pretty simple, really……………”

Gabrielle looked straight ahead, avoiding eye-contact as her Master showed the brunette her harnessed body and explained how the reins worked, then, as Amanda tried them for herself, turned her head left and right in response to the tug of the bit between her jaws.

“…..and if you want her to go faster, just use the reins like this.”

“Yes, I see. But what if she doesn’t obey?”

“Oh, don’t worry. She will. But, if necessary, that’s what the coach-whip is for. Not too hard, a smart flick with plenty of wrist across her buttocks and she’ll soon get the message.”

Amanda gave a tinkling laugh, “I’m sure she will, Matthew,” she agreed smilingly, “I know I certainly would. But, isn’t that a bit…well…tough on her?”

“I would never do anything to harm Gabrielle,” he replied flatly, “Or cause her real pain. She knows that and trusts me, but a pony-girl has to be disciplined to obey the reins and a touch of the whip makes quite sure that she doesn’t forget it or become slack. But don’t take my word for it. Ask Gabrielle.”

The brunette hesitated, then shrugged and giggled, “OK. I will. So, how about it, pony-girl? Is he right? Do you need a bit of encouragement now and again to keep you up to scratch?”

Embarrassed by her helplessness and inability to answer because of the bit between her lips, Gabrielle refused to respond or look at the brunette, making it as clear as she could that although she might be harnessed as a pony-girl, she still had her pride and spirit.

It was a brave attempt to assert her independence and show that she didn’t consider Amanda to have any real authority over her, but it didn’t work and as the reins jerked sharply and the bit sawed at Gabrielle’s lips and tongue, she was forced to turn her head and meet the brunette’s hard stare.

“I asked whether you need to be whipped occasionally to remind you of your place,” Amanda said coolly, “But it’s quite clear to me that you do. So let’s get one thing straight right now, pony-girl. When I’m sitting on that carriage, you do what I say, when I say, or you get whipped. Understand?”

Gabrielle gulped and shot a glance at her Master, hoping he would step in to remind Amanda that she was only a visitor and had no right to talk to her like this, but as his forehead creased in a momentary frown, she saw that he had no intention of intervening.

For the time being, at least, he was going to let Amanda take charge of her and as Gabrielle realised how foolish it would be to antagonise her…and more importantly him…she suppressed her annoyance and forced herself to nod.

As her head bobbed, the pound coin around her neck flashed in the sun and caught Amanda’s attention.

“What’s this, Matthew?” she asked, reaching forward to examine it and as the tips of her fingers brushed the upper slopes of Gabrielle’s breasts, the pony-girl gasped to the fierce jolt of tingling arousal that shot through her body.

Matthew chuckled, “That’s the pound I paid for Gabrielle,” he explained casually, “When she sold herself to me. I had it made into a pendant for her.”

“What do you mean, she sold herself to you? You can’t buy another person.”

“Would you like to see the Bill of Sale that Gabrielle signed? It may not be entirely legal, of course, but both she and I abide by its terms and as you can see, our contract has proven to be perfectly enforceable.”

“But…a pound? Surely, that’s pretty cheap for a pony-girl, isn’t it?” Amanda queried, her words mirroring almost exactly the point that Gabrielle had raised months before when she had unwittingly signed away her freedom.

“I prefer to think of Gabrielle’s purchase as the bargain of a lifetime,” he said and flashed Gabrielle a warm smile, “Wouldn’t you agree, Amanda?”

She let the coin drop, “Well, it certainly was for you,” she agreed, a trifle reluctantly, “And I have to admit that Gabrielle seems pretty happy about it, so I guess it’s all worked out, even if the whole thing doesn’t make much sense to me.”

“Maybe it will after you’ve taken Gabrielle for a trot around the paddock. Go on. I’ll wait by the gate in case you need any help. Enjoy yourself.”

Slight pressure on her waist-belt told Gabrielle that Amanda was in the driving-seat behind her and as the reins slapped across her shoulders, she walked smoothly forward, lifting her knees high, towards and then through the gate leading into the paddock.

Once safely inside, Amanda began to test her ability to control Gabrielle with the reins to her bit and as she discovered how easy it was to make her hapless beast of burden do exactly what she wanted, her confidence grew quickly.

Still at walking pace, she drove Gabrielle in a series of shallow arcs to the far end of the paddock, feeling a delightful sense of power as the pony-girl curved left and right in response to her wishes and when she had completed the half-circle turn that left the carriage facing the opposite way and she saw Matthew leaning nonchalantly against the distant gate, she pulled back on the reins to bring Gabrielle to a halt.

“Very good, pony-girl,” she said, stealthily lifting the coach-whip from its holder, “I enjoyed that, so we’ll do it again. Only a lot faster……”

Gabrielle wasn’t surprised, she had expected it from the first moment her Master had offered the brunette the chance to drive her and known that it would only be a matter of time before Amanda would want to test her speed.

Attempting to refuse would only get her whipped and annoy him, so there was little point in making a futile gesture.

And in any case, she was proud of her hard-earned fitness and knew her Master would enjoy seeing her run.

Plus, she hoped, it would highlight how weak and out of condition Amanda was in comparison to her and rub the brunette’s nose in it…………

Not a very charitable thought, perhaps, but Gabrielle wasn’t feeling very charitable towards her and wished she had never turned up to spoil what had been a lovely day with her Master.

Determined to show what a real pony-girl could do, Gabrielle tensed as the reins lifted, then surged forward powerfully as Amanda gave the signal and cried, “Giddyup, pony-girl. Go, go, go!”

A shrill squeal of alarm from behind her brought a gleam of amusement and satisfaction to Gabrielle’s eyes as she felt the reins flap against her buttocks and realised that the brunette had been caught unawares by the speed of her acceleration and had dropped them.

Amanda had lost her means of control and Gabrielle wasn’t about to stop and let her recover them.

Racing across the grass as fast as her jingling hobble-chain would permit, she headed straight for her Master, ignoring the brunette’s shouts for her to halt and enjoying her knowledge that all Amanda could do was hang on and wait for her to stop of her own accord.

As she got a few feet from him, he shouted, “Halt, Gabrielle,” and as she instantly obeyed his command and came to a standstill, he grinned broadly, clearly understanding what had happened….and having a very good idea why.

Reaching down, he scooped up the reins and handed them back to a shaken, red-faced Amanda, “Sorry about that,” he said, chuckling. “Gabrielle’s a bit skittish today. Still, no harm done. Shall we call it a day, or would you like another go?”

Amanda’s eyes flashed angrily, “That was deliberate. She did it on purpose, to make me look stupid.”

“Oh, I’m sure she didn’t, Amanda. Perhaps she didn’t realise you’d dropped the reins and couldn’t hear you telling her to stop.”

“She set me up,” the brunette hissed venomously, “And you know it, Matthew. But she’s not going to get away with it. I want another try and this time I’ll show her who’s boss and teach her not to play games at my expense.”

He shrugged, “OK, Amanda. Fair enough. Just let me adjust her bit first.”

Moving to Gabrielle’s head, he pretended to fiddle with the bit and whispered softly, “All right, pony-girl. You’ve had your fun and I hope it was worth it. Amanda is really teed-off at you, so you’d better behave this time, or you won’t be sitting down for a while.”

Gabrielle let her eyes open wide into such a picture of innocence that he had to cover his laughter with a hasty cough, then stepped back and waved his hand, “All fixed, Amanda. Away you go.”

And as Amanda took a vice-like grip on the reins and gave the signal for the walk, he chuckled to himself and watched as the carriage moved away.

Gabrielle was going to suffer for her disobedience and humiliation of Amanda, but she obviously thought it was a price worth paying and he had to admire her spirit.

As long as she wasn’t foolish enough try it with him……………

Fifty yards down the paddock, Amanda lifted the coach-whip, “Right, you little bitch. Payback time,” and flicked her wrist sharply.

To her delight, she had judged it perfectly and as the leather landed with a loud “crack” Gabrielle gave a high-pitched squeal and a thin, bright-pink stripe blossomed as if by magic across her right buttock.

Encouraged by her success, she repeated her action and as a second line intersected the first, she giggled with cruel pleasure, “How do you like that, pony-girl? Not so full of yourself now, are you?”

With stinging heat raging through her bottom from the two worryingly-expert lashes, Gabrielle was no longer quite so sure that it had been a good idea to make Amanda look bad to her Master, but it was too late to have second thoughts and whether she liked it or not, the brunette was in control and unless she made the mistake of dropping the reins again, would have her revenge.

But Amanda didn’t drop the reins and over the course of the following half-hour, became far too proficient with the whip for Gabrielle’s liking or comfort.

Trotting around and around the paddock at varying speeds set by the brunette, Gabrielle passed and re-passed the gate and her watching Master and each time, she shot him a pleading glance that begged him to call a halt to her reluctant demonstration.

But each time, he took no notice and she was forced to continue for another lap, her bottom glowing ever more brightly as she received additional lashes to add to her misery and despair.

Until, after a final two circuits, completed at top speed under the compulsion of the whip wielded by Amanda’s strong right arm, he stepped out and waved her to a halt.

Shifting from foot to foot in a vain bid to alleviate the relentless smarting of her chastised buttocks, she panted for breath as Amanda stepped down from the carriage and in a tone of deep satisfaction, said, “Thank you, Matthew. That was absolutely great. I haven’t had that much fun for ages.”

“Well, you certainly gave the impression that you were enjoying yourself, Amanda.”

“Oh, I was. I could have kept that up for hours if you hadn’t stopped me.”

“Mm, I’m sure you could. But I think Gabrielle had just about had enough.”

“Possibly. Oh well, perhaps you’re right. She does look as though she could do with a rest.”

“Yes, she does. After all, you did push her rather hard.”

“Not too hard, I hope? You said she was fit and well used to pulling the carriage, so I assumed it was all right.”

“It is. She’ll be fine after a little break. So you had a good time, then?”

“I loved it. In fact, I’d like to do it again sometime, if you’d care to invite me back.”

“I’m pleased you had fun, but I wasn’t planning to share Gabrielle, so I’ll have to give that some thought. Perhaps I’ll talk it over with her and see what she thinks.”

“Ah. Probably not then. I don’t think Gabrielle is too keen on me at the moment.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t give up hope quite yet. You might just be surprised. She’s a lot tougher and more resilient than she looks and enjoys a good, hard workout. It usually turns her on, in fact.”

“I wondered about that. She seemed to lose concentration a couple of times out in the paddock, but I just thought she’d stumbled or something.”

“Well, it could be that, but it’s easy to check. Let’s take a look.”

Gabrielle felt her face redden to match her bottom as she heard her Master reveal that she became sexually aroused by being exercised as a pony-girl.

Not that it wasn’t true, but she certainly hadn’t wanted Amanda to know it.

But now she did and as she and Matthew walked over to where Gabrielle stood between the shafts of the carriage, the pony-girl knew what they would find.

She had come a total of three times while she was trotting and being disciplined and the evidence was spattered all over her belly and thighs.

“Wow! Look at that. You were right,” Amanda was delighted as she gazed at the betraying stains, “That’s amazing.”

Matthew shook his head, “Not for my pony-girl,” he replied softly, reaching out to stroke Gabrielle’s cheek, “And that heat and passion and desire to please are just some of the reasons why I won’t ever free Gabrielle.”

As he caressed her, Gabrielle inclined her head to rub her cheek against his fingers, gazing up into his eyes and as she nodded acceptance of his words, Amanda realised that they were not only Master and pony-girl, but true soul-mates and deeply in love.

She felt a sharp stab of jealousy, wishing that she had a partner to share such an intense and intimate relationship….then remembered that, willing and content as Gabrielle obviously was, she was still Matthew’s prisoner and had no choice but to submit to his will and obey any commands he gave her.

She had surrendered her freedom and independence and although Amanda envied what Gabrielle had, she was nowhere near ready to even think of giving herself so totally to any man.

Even if the idea of allowing herself to be harnessed and controlled as a pony-girl was a thrilling and arousing one.

But, perhaps, at the right time, with the right man………?

Maybe one who was as determined and dominant as Matthew……..?

She filed the possibility away at the back of her mind, perhaps to be pulled out and considered at a later date, then said, “ Um. Well, I really should be going, Matthew. It’s been a wonderful afternoon and I’ve learned a lot. Thank you so much. And Gabrielle, of course. She makes a superb pony and I’m so pleased it all worked out for the two of you.”

He broke eye-contact with Gabrielle, “I’m sorry about that, Amanda. I was miles away. Can’t you stay a little longer? I haven’t shown you Gabrielle’s stable yet. Why don’t we all go to the house for a drink and then I’ll give you the guided tour?”

Amanda hesitated, it somehow hadn’t occurred to her that Gabrielle might be kept as a pony-girl even when she wasn’t pulling the carriage and she was immediately curious to see more, “Are you sure? I don’t want to outstay my welcome, or put you to any inconvenience.”

“It’s no bother. I need to unhitch Gabrielle anyway, so give me a hand and I’ll show you around.”

Gabrielle hadn’t anticipated her Master’s invitation, but there was nothing she could do about it and resigned herself to having to put up with the brunette’s presence for a while longer, standing passively as she was released from between the shafts of the carriage.

She was pleased, if a little surprised, when the bit was eased from her jaws, but when he chuckled and ordered, “Don’t you think you should thank Amanda, pony-girl. And as you’re in harness, perhaps you’d better call her Ma’am,” she knew he was being deliberately mischievous.

But she also knew that if she didn’t obey, he was perfectly capable of replacing the bit and keeping her gagged.

“Yes, Master,” she replied resentfully, then blushed, “Thank you…Ma’am.”

Amanda was equally ill at ease, “Uh…..my pleasure..Gabrielle. It’s nice to..uh..meet you again.”

They looked at each other, neither knowing what else to say to cover the embarrassing difference in their situations.

Until Matthew clipped a chain to Gabrielle’s collar and led her off to the house, “Come along, ladies. I want that drink.”

Gabrielle was mortified and acutely conscious of the brunette’s eyes on her as she high-stepped her way inside, but that embarrassment paled into insignificance when Matthew poured drinks for himself and Amanda, then picked up her stainless steel bowl from the floor beside his chair, filled it with water and placed it on the small table beside his chair.

Amanda gazed at the bowl as if she couldn’t believe her eyes, “You’re going to make her drink from that? Like an animal?”

He chuckled, “Well, she is a pony-girl, you know. You’d be surprised how quickly she learned to manage. Usually, I put it on the floor, but as you’re a guest and it’s been a rather..ah..testing day for her, I thought I’d let her join us.”

Gabrielle caught his emphasis on the word “testing” and immediately realised what he was doing.

Earlier that day, before breakfast, he had told her that he was going to test how well trained and obedient she was and this must be another part of that process.

A rather undignified part, but compared to what she had already faced and overcome, hardly a major problem for her.

“Incredible,” Amanda shook her head, then picked up her glass, “I think you’re both crazy and I don’t understand how Gabrielle copes with all this, but she seems to, so…well…Cheers and good luck to you.”

Matthew grinned, “Why don’t you demonstrate for our guest, Gabrielle. You must be thirsty after your exertions, so drink up and then you can show Amanda your luxury, five star accommodation.”

“Huh. More like five bar,” Gabrielle muttered, just too softly for him to hear, then quickly added, “Yes, Master,” and sank to her knees to lap delicately at the cool water.

Amanda did her best to pretend that she wasn’t consumed by curiosity, but after a few minutes she couldn’t restrain herself any longer, “Um, Matthew, I don’t want to pry, but this is a pretty…well…unusual arrangement. Would you mind telling me how it all started? I mean, you know, the bondage and training and…and how you managed to get Gabrielle to agree to all this? I know you said you’d never let her go, but you’ll have to eventually, won’t you? I mean, you can’t keep her tied up forever, can you? Even if she obviously enjoys playing these sorts of games.”

He smiled lazily, “I’m afraid you don’t understand how it really is between Gabrielle and me,” he replied, “I could explain, but you probably wouldn’t take my word for it, so I think it best if you hear it from her point of view. Would you mind, pony-girl?”

Gabrielle lifted her head and gave her Master a dazzling smile, “Of course, Master,” and as she began to tell of her transformation into the loving, obedient and submissive pony-girl she had become, Amanda’s eyes grew round and she sat forward, transfixed in her chair as she heard the full story and understood that she had totally underestimated the commitment that both Matthew and Gabrielle gave to what was no game, but their shared life together.

“……….so you see, Ma’am, I love what I am and I love my Master so much that I never want to be free again. I’m his pony-girl, Ma’am and I hope and pray I always will be, because I’ve never been happier or more content………….”

Her sparkling eyes and absolute sincerity of her tone of voice were so convincing that Amanda knew that every word was true.

Gabrielle was Matthew’s pony-girl because she had to be…because she wanted and needed and longed to be with her whole heart and mind and body…and wanted nothing more than to serve and please him for the rest of her life, even at the cost of her freedom and permanent submission to her Master’s will and erotic domination.

Or, as Amanda realised with a thrill of intense arousal as her own belly swirled with delicious warmth, because of it……………

“Th…Thank you, Gabrielle. That was most…most enlightening and…and interesting,” she stammered as the pony-girl ended her story, “I see and…and think I understand now. You are very…lucky…to have found your…uh…Master.”

“I know, Ma’am,” Gabrielle replied warmly, “I never even suspected that there were men like my Master, or that I was submissive, until it was too late,” she paused and grinned, “Fortunately though, he knew even if I didn’t, so here I am.”

“You don’t have any regrets?”

“Only that he didn’t find me earlier.”

Amanda didn’t reply, her eyes unfocused and gazing at something only she could see, until Gabrielle asked softly, “May I ask you something, Ma’am?”

“What? Oh, yes. Yes, of course. I’m sorry, I was…thinking…”

“It’s just that, when you were driving me today, it seemed to me that you would have rather liked to…to change places with me, Ma’am.”

“Wh…What? No, no I didn’t,” her denial lacked conviction, even to her own ears and when Gabrielle remained silent, she hesitated and flushed pinkly, “Well…yes…maybe….just for a little while, perhaps. To see…how it felt.”

Gabrielle nodded slowly, “I think you would have enjoyed it Ma’am,” she told the blushing brunette, “And I’m sure you would make a lovely pony-girl for a Master if you did.”

Amanda swallowed nervously, “Do you…Do you really think so?”

“Oh yes, Ma’am. You’re very pretty and would look terrific harnessed between the shafts of a carriage.”

“Gabrielle is quite right you know, Amanda,” Matthew confirmed, “I’ve been thinking the same thing myself and if you’d like to give it a try, I’d be more than happy to lend you all the tack and let you use our carriage.”

It was obvious that Amanda was tempted, but equally obvious that she couldn’t quite bring herself to say yes…at least, not at that point…and Matthew recognised it.

“Why don’t you think it over when you get home,” he suggested calmly, “The offer’s there if you decide to take it up and all you have to do is give me a call and I’ll set it up for you. There’s no rush, so take as much time as you like. But speaking of time, if you want to get back before dark, we’d better go and check out Gabrielle’s quarters. Up, pony-girl.”

Gabrielle rose gracefully from her knees and as her Master escorted Amanda through the tack-room and on into the stables, she felt her belly coil with liquid heat at the thought that the brunette would soon drive away and leave her alone with her Master.

After the long day of seeing her exercised by Amanda, she knew he must be just as aroused as she was by her enforced obedience and submission…and when her Master was aroused, the outcome was inevitable…and more than welcome…………..

But she still had to wait a little longer and endure one final humiliation as he ordered her into her stable, removed her harness and bonds to leave her completely naked, then padlocked the heavy leather collar around her throat and explained to Amanda that she slept in it every night.

Outside the stable, with the door firmly locked, the brunette gazed down at Gabrielle lying exposed on her bed of clean, fresh straw with her collar chained to the wall-ring, then looked at the thick iron bars forming the walls of her stable, “Why do you need to collar her?” she asked curiously, “Once you lock her in there, she can’t possibly get out.”

“I know,” Matthew replied, “But I don’t do it to prevent her escape.”

His answer surprised Gabrielle as much as it did Amanda and as the brunette frowned and said, “Then why do it?” the pony-girl looked up at her Master with a puzzled expression on her face, because she had always assumed that was the reason.

“I do it,” he said coolly, “Because Gabrielle is my pony-girl and I have decided that she will never be without some form of restraint to remind her of the fact that she is owned by me and has no freedom or control over her service to me. The collar is a symbol of her submission and shows that even when she’s sleeping, she is still subject to my dominance and will. And besides, I happen to like seeing her chained.”

His brief explanation was a crystal-clear summary of Gabrielle’s position and explained everything that had happened to her since she had signed the Bill of Sale and as her arousal intensified at this further proof of his determination to impose his total and permanent Mastery over her, she trembled in delicious fright.

Amanda shrugged, pretending nonchalance, “Well, if it’s what you want, I guess. I don’t hear Gabrielle complaining, anyway,” then took a deep breath “ But, tell me, Matthew. Why two stables instead of one?”

He stared calmly at her, holding her gaze until her eyes flickered and dropped away, “I believe it pays to be prepared,” he replied, “The second one is in case another young woman decides to join Gabrielle and volunteer her services as a pony-girl. It has not happened yet, but who knows what the future may hold. Perhaps, one day, it might even be you, Amanda.”

The brunette gasped and gave a little shudder, then whispered, “But I don’t…don’t have a…a Master.”

“Not yet, Amanda. But a few months ago, neither did Gabrielle. Now, she does and maybe you will, too. If you do, the stable will be waiting.”

“Y…Yes. Th…Thank you,” she stammered weakly, then tried to cover her discomfiture by pretending to check her watch, “Oh. It’s late, I didn’t realise. I have to go, The traffic, you know. Well, goodbye Matthew. Gabrielle. It’s been great f…fun. Thank you so much,” and almost ran from the stable as he held open the door.

Gabrielle waited a few seconds, then let out the laughter that welled up in her at Amanda’s embarrassed and extremely rapid departure and when her Master returned some minutes later, she was still giggling.

“I know. I know,” he grinned, “Poor Amanda couldn’t get out fast enough, could she? I think today gave her quite a bit more than she bargained for. And you were rather naughty, suggesting that she’d make a good pony-girl.”

“Well, I think she would, Master. Don’t you?”

“Actually, I do, Gabrielle,” he agreed, chuckling, “Not as good as you, though.”

“No, Master?” she asked coyly, clearly pleased, “May I know why not?”

He gazed at her through the bars of her stable, lying naked on the straw and tethered by her collar and chain, “Because she is not as naturally submissive as you, pony-girl,” he explained flatly, “Nor is she as deeply passionate, or have your powerful desire to obey and be controlled and submit to forces stronger than yourself.

She likes the idea of having a Master, but doesn’t possess your absolute need to have one who will take away her freedom and independence and give her no choice but to be what he requires her to be. You do. And that, pony-girl is what makes the difference.”

Gabrielle listened intently, then smiled happily, “You’re right, Master. I’m your pony-girl, I love what I am and I never want to be anything else.”

“That is not something you need to worry about. I have no intention of letting you be anything else.”

“Good. And thank you, Master. So I passed all your tests, then?”

“I knew you’d work it out. Yes, you passed and I’m very pleased with how you performed today. Did you enjoy it?”

“Most of it, Master. I was really embarrassed when we first met Amanda and she did whip me pretty hard when I was pulling her around the paddock.”

“Ah, yes. Well you deserved that after bolting with her.”

She giggled, “Yes, I probably did. But it was funny, wasn’t it?”

“It certainly was, even if Amanda didn’t seem to think so. I did warn you she was mad at you.”

“It was worth it and anyway, you whip me much harder.”

“And I will again if you try anything like that with me.”

“I know that, Master and if I was that stupid, I’d deserve it.”

“Yes, you would. So, anything else?”

“Two things, if I may, Master. One offer and one question, really.”

“Go ahead.”

“She asked if she could come back for another exercise session, Master. If…If you wanted to, I wouldn’t…wouldn’t mind……..”

“Is that so, pony-girl? Then I may just do that. But if I do decide to let her exercise you again, I suggest you remember that whether you mind or not really doesn’t matter. I make those decisions, not you.”

The reminder wasn’t lost on Gabrielle and she immediately lowered her head submissively and replied, “Yes, of course, Master. I only meant…….”

“I know what you meant,” he cut her off sharply, “I saw how wet you were and am well aware that you came more than once while you were being exercised and disciplined by Amanda. Now, what’s your question?”

She gulped and reddened, remembering her three climaxes in the paddock, but as he repeated, “The question, pony-girl,” she made herself to ignore the jolt of scorching arousal that speared through her belly at the delicious memory of her enforced surrenders to the brunette.

“I was just…just wondering, Master. The other stable? You mentioned…maybe a second pony-girl? Perhaps even Ama…Amanda?”

“Yes. So?”

“But…But I’m your pony-girl, Master.”

“And you’re frightened I might be getting bored with you and thinking of getting another pony, eh?”

“Yes, Master. If…If I’ve done something to disappoint you, Master, I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

He stared impassively at her anxious face for long, endless moments, until Gabrielle shivered.

“I am the Master here,” he snapped sharply and as she shuddered and instantly lowered her head in submission, her eyes moist with unshed tears, he added, “You forget yourself, pony-girl. It is not your place to question my decisions and if I choose to acquire a second pony-girl, then you will accept it.”

“Yes, Master,” she whispered humbly, “I am sorry, Master. Please forgive me.”

He stared down at her, then unlocked the door and knelt to take her into his arms.

“Gabrielle,” he told her firmly, “You are a superb pony-girl, but sometimes, like now, you make me wonder what I have to do to make you understand just how much you mean to me. Don’t you get it? I have kidnapped you, chained you, kept you prisoner, made you obey and serve me, trained you as a pony-girl, taken you and used you as a sex-slave and even whipped you. It’s taken months, cost me a fortune and put me in danger of going to jail. Those are huge risks, but I took them and will continue to take them, for the simple reason that you are the one and only woman I love and will ever love. I captured you because I wasn’t prepared to live without you and I will never let you go for the same reason. You are mine and you are going to stay mine and if you think I would permit a second pony-girl to spoil what I have…what we have..., you’re crazy. If Amanda, or anyone, occupies that stable, it will never change that, or alter my feelings for you. You are and will always be, my first love and my first pony-girl and if Amanda does ask to join us, we will train her together. I as the Master and you as senior pony-girl, with authority and disciplinary rights over her. Now, my love, does that answer your question?”

Cradled in his arms, Gabrielle gazed up into his eyes and as she read the truth in their depths and knew that the man she loved and who loved her, would be her true Master for the rest of her life, a great wave of joy and contentment washed over her as she welcomed and embraced her fate….and the intriguing prospect of perhaps assisting him in training…and disciplining…Amanda.

“Yes, My Master,” she replied, her eyes sparkling, “I love you, Master and ask only to obey and serve you as the pony-girl you have made me. Take your pony-girl, Master. Please take her and let her prove her love and desire and passion for her Master. Your pony-girl is in need, Master and longs to submit fully to you.”

And as he smiled and ordered, “Then she will, pony-girl. Wrists to ankles. Your Master requires your services for his pleasure,” Gabrielle rolled onto her back and grasped her ankles, hollowing her spine and spreading her thighs wide to display her body and offer herself for his use, her belly churning with ferocious heat to the knowledge that she was to be taken by her Master and that if she failed to be totally satisfactory, or broke the ordered position, or even attempted to speak, he would not hesitate to discipline her.

For the only standard her Master would ever accept, was perfection from the willing, adoring pony-girl he had trained to obey without question and submit without limit.

The pony-girl he had bought and paid for with the solitary one pound coin that glittered in the valley between her naked breasts…………….