Woodland Tales
by Master Guruji
- do not use without the author's permission.
Chapter 1 - Saturday Morning
The bell goes. A filly is waiting to be tacked up.
I go through, her coffee with me.
She waits. Her face in the blinkers, her mouth is closed around the black rubber bit that bolted to the wall. She's bent forward, her face down wards into the blinkers. She's a tall one, leggy. Good legs, a 'young' bum. Blondie. I've had her before, last autumn. A good worker, easy to control when she's in the mood, but moody when she isn't. Needs a firm hand. I slip the bolt closed on the entry door and begin to tack her up.
I run my hand down her back, across her bum down her leg to her ankle. She lifts her foot and I check her shoes. They look strong enough, a thick tall heel, straps around the ankle but open toed. Stay away from nettles and brambles with her but at least the pebbles will fall out as easy as they get in.
'Good Girl.'
I loop the bridle straps around her head, the top strap keeps it in place, chinstraps hold the assembly firmly on her head. With the blindfold slipped over her eyes I could release the ends of the bit and take her through to the tack room. A knock on the door tells me another filly is waiting. I release Blondie and take her through to the tack room. I hear the bell ring twice, the girl outside is impatient or there's another car coming. Some one else will take care of her. I've got Blondie to tack up.
Two minutes later and I was having a good feel. I now had a rope under her armpits up to the hook in the middle of the cramped room and I was trying to find the right costume, holding up one bunch of cold leather and even colder steel up against her bare body. Appearance was just as important as fit as I'd be spending the morning with her.
I decided on the steel chain one, a favorite of mine, and it would complement her blonde hair and muff, nice she hadn't shaved but she must have used a lightener to keep it so blond. It took a lot of pulling to get it really tight and she huffed and grumped into her gag but I just kept on tugging and pulling.
Dave came in with his filly, a pretty little red head. Somehow I'd never worked with her though I'd seen her around often.
‘Nice arse on her Dave. She’s a pretty little thing, do you reckon?’
‘Yeah. She does well. Your's is a bit of a handful though. Take a good crop with you, that one with the hand marks her up a treat. Her thighs really colour up. Shall we do ‘em now? Just so they know?’
‘Well, three each but easy so they don’t mark up yet. Not as if they've done anything wrong is it?’
‘Is that alright, Penny?’
Penny nodded. I didn't ask Blondie, I just landed a firm slap square on her left cheek.
That’s the best thing about fitting the bit, they might want to object but it didn't do them any good. I felt her cheeks tighten and tremble under my palm, then push back slightly. She wanted more, cheeky bitch.
I gave her several more swats before she swung her bum cheeks away from me. I grunted in satisfaction at the gentle glow on her two cheeks. At least she won’t feel the cold for a bit.
Penny was getting tacked up in a skimpy little outfit, sparkly with tassles on her nipple rings, her breasts bare, I knew she was pierced and usually wore little bells on her nips, but whether he'd changed her rings for the heavier tassle fittings or she'd turned up in them I couldn't say. When he turned her I saw the three broad stripes of his belt across the backs of her thighs. No wonder she was being good as gold.
That reminded me to check Blondie. A quick finger dipper told me she was wet below, and I could see the colour in her cheeks below the blinkers. I hauled her bodice another notch tighter then lead her out to the hitching rail as another filly was lead into the tack room. A good turn out. Just as well, there's a fair pile of timber to be brought up to the gateway for loading. If there's four ponies today we can shift some of the bigger tree trunks too, that'll leave some easier work for the odd sunny evenings in the week.
‘I’m going to put your reins on or you won’t be ready. You behave when I un-cuff you. Penny's got a nice set of marks across her thighs all ready, you'll have the same if you don't start behaving. I use breast reins, you’ve had them before.’
I undo her wrists and move her hands to the top of her head, just place them there, no need to secure them.
I reach around her to attach soft leather to a ring between her breasts. I realise her nipples are tight and puckered as my hands brush across them. Now I thread the reins back under her armpits and thread each through loops by her shoulder blades. Satisfied I gather up the reins hanging down behind her. I pull gently and they tighten around her chest, across her breasts. The smell of bacon makes my mouth water, I'm still peckish so I loop her reins around the hitching rail, check her over quickly then go to see what’s left for breakfast.
Ready at last I tool the top work sheet, picked up the crop that had been recommended and went out to collect Blondie.
I took a few moments to quietly inspect the line up. There were five of them. Different shapes, sizes and colours. The dark skinned girl: 'Black Beauty' of course. Her oiled skin shone in the morning sunlight,
next to Blondie, she’s a foot shorter but a strong stocky build. Her hubby was a slim lad, lovely chap and a skilled metal worker from the boat yards. His skills with metalworking had finished off my own leather work with some lovely metal pieces, both functional and decorative. The girls mainly protested their heavy butt plugs but they didn't have a choice. I went back to the tack room for Blondie's own plug. A lovely pale coloured tail, like a palomino's mane. Probably was. Back at the rail I had her bent for her fitting. I spat on it, rubbed it against her puckered ring and then leant against it. She pushed back, her head held high, her high bunched hair blowing in the wind. Now she was pony girl, until now she'd been a girl dressed up. The tail did that to them, made them into ponies, obedient, tricky, willing.
‘Your arse is so good to look at I'm just know I’m going to get distracted. Ready?’
She wriggled it. I was beginning to like her. I backed her up with a couple of jiggles and tugs. We stopped and she leant into her reins. I let the full length out so she was nearly three paces in front of me. Walking down to the work area was a joy, her hips swung freely, she kept a steady tension in the reins that maintained contact and made controlling her so easy.
A curve in the path and a sharp cold breeze in her face, on her breasts. There's a chill in the air still, in fact it's fucking cold. I tried to step her out a bit, a brisker pace.
I could hear country sounds around us but nothing else. Birds, horses. A car far away, whooshing along the main road. And he feet, the wooden soled, open toed shoes, making a lovely clip clop on the gravelly pathway.
Around another turn and into a spinney. Suddenly no wind and I steered her onto an area of longer grass and Whoa’ed her to a stop.
‘Stand.’
‘Loo break. You won’t get another chance. Spread wide and bend forward so you don’t splash your shoes. If you have to go during the day just stand like that again and I'll know what you want. I’ve tied your reins to a branch so don’t try and wander off, I’m going to get see what work we've got to do.’
Well, there was a fair pile of logs, small to medium, I pulled a few together and looped the haul rope around them. The snap toggle would clip into the loop at the back of her waist cinch.
She'd moved round, a sign she felt lighter now. Moving away from the damp patch. Fussy mare. I pulled a broad leaf from plant, thrust it in between her cheeks and wiped as best I could. She didn't seem to appreciate it. I unhitched her anyway, sorted the reins and took up contact. She responded reluctantly, but at least she backed up and began walking slowly down the path. It took a crisp swipe with the crop to sharpen her up. It helped but not much. Perhaps the cold had got to her. She needed warming up.
I got her hooked up to the pile I'd got ready. I gave her a couple of warning slaps with the crop, not enough to add to the red blotch ripening already, but enough to demand her respect and obedience. It was enough, as I joggled the reins she leant into them, squashing her breasts against the pull in my hands, leaning against the body belt around her waist. She felt the weight and leaned harder as I eased the tension. The logs settled into the tightening loop and began to slide forward. She took a step forward, her thighs stretched, muscles tensed with the load they fought against. The logs stuck, she leant harder, jerked against the load but it just settled more firmly. I grabbed the rope and lifted, urging her on again with 'Walk On, Come on Blondie.'
It shifted, moved, then we were away towards the easy going on the path. I walked to one side of the load admiring the play of her muscles in her thighs and the ever changing shape of her buttocks. This was what I loved about these work party's. A willing pony, a pretty one today with her hair blowing in the light breeze, her body slender and well toned, her breathing showing in the movements of her ribs, showing and relaxing with each breath. It was heavy work for her but within her abilities. The logs caught at roots and stones in the pathway but she drove on, leaning hard into her harness, digging in firmly when the load tried to stop her. By the time we got up to the compound she was blowing heavily but still pulling well. She seemed to know we were getting close because her head came up, he knees lifted higher. There were marks for effort and for dispaly. She wanted some treats tonight, that's what the marks were for.
I steered her round by the log pile, slipped her tow rope from the logs and passed it forward between her legs, pulled it up gently into her bare crotch. She grunted into her bit. I passed it over her head so it hung down then passed it back under her crotch again and hooked it into her harness at the middle of her back. I pulled it all snugly tight and checked it wasn't nipping her soft lips. She opened for me, let me settle the rope comfortably in her crotch. She was smiling around her bit, or grimacing.
'Come on, there's a lot more to do. Do you want a drink?'
She declined with a shake of her head, turned toward the pathway. More work, Oh Well.
But after the next load she'd wanted a drink, so I took her into the tack room. She was warm after hauling another load up the hill to the compound, it didn't do to let the ponies get chilled. I loosened her bit so she could take a drink from her water bottle. There was a bucket on the table that some were made to use but she'd been no further trouble. She took another guzzle of water then, just before I refitted her bit she said 'All work and no play?' and her lips shaped again into a smile as I pushed the bit back between her lips. She turned then, bent forward with her hands on her knees. Offering herself.
Well I hadn't been blind to her lithe young body as we'd worked together, nor had I wanted to take too much time away from our tasks but she'd work better for me after a good shafting. So, reluctantly, (No not really) I shot the bolt on the door and dropped my shorts around my ankles and shuffled up behind her.
She felt me against her bottom and bent further, hoping for a rail or something tobend over but I wanted her free standing. I slapped the crop down the side of her leg and she realised it was here, now, and bent lower to grip her ankles, tottering slightly on her high heels. My, she looked good like that. I gripped her plug and drew on it, watching her dark ring stetching as the fatter section eased out of her. I wanted to be in her, I wanted to admire her. I did 'in her' first, a bit more spit and I toosed her tail out of the way. She groaned a welcome of release as I drove deep into her. Gorgeous. Must get some mirrors in here. She's beautiful. Must see. I pull back, step away.
'Stay exactly as you are.'
I take some nipple clips from the shelf, shake them so she can here the bells that are attached. She knows whats coming but didn't expect me to kneel behind her and bury my mouth in her pussy, run my tongue across her magic button before I fumbled blindly to clip on her nipples clamps. The springs were quite strong and she bucked back against my mouth as I released the pressure. I was worried for a moment but then I tasted the change in her juices even before the sudden rush of wetness began to dribble from my chin. I fitted the other one quickly, almost letting it snap onto her tender buds. She bucked again, another flood of wetness. I had to be in her. I wanted to feel her come on me, buried deep into her, her muscles clamping. And she did, noisily, the bells jingling like it was Xmas. I followed almost immediately, triggered by the feelings passing between us and feeling her trembling as her orgasm had made her extra sensitive to each of my movements within her. Whether she came again or was fighting to get me out of her I mean to ask her later. I just hung on to her hips, driving each spasm inti her wet, now slack and pink openess. I pressed my thumb against her dark ring, felt her buck against me then stretch lower to accept what I wanted to do. I shoved it deep into her darkness as I slipped my slackening cock out of her. She was pinned there for several minutes as I got my breath back, admired her beauty, enjoyed the gripping sensations on my thumb. Eventually she started to struggle upright, my thumb still buried in her. But it was gripped so tightly I couldn't turn it as she rose so I had to draw it out of her. She groaned in protest or pain, I wasn't sure, but she was stood upright again, moving towards the door. Work to do. I gathered up the crop, the reins, slid the bolt back and opened the door back into the real world. Work to do. I was knackered. She stepped forward toward the door, eager to be on with it. 'Woah. Stand.' I'm in charge, remember.
She jogged down the path too, dragging me along on the log rope. Her bells tinkled nicely, not too heavy but definitely tugging on her nipples. Should have hitched her to the sledge, I thought, panting. Probably will do for the next load. That'll slow her down. Can't undersand where she gets the energy from. I'm done in, haul her back to a slow walk. She pulls against the reins, squashing her titties, wanting to go faster. She's earning herself a hell of a load this trip. Bitch. Lovely backside though.
Then she stops, middle of the track, spreads her legs. Shakes her backside. Pooh? Right after sex, or my thumb up her. Oh. Her plug. Left it up there.
'We'll get it next time. What's up, feel naked without it?'
I gathered her reins up a but she shook her head, her mane flying. I shook the reins again but she stamped her foot. I tried the crop gently on her backside and she sat down. In the dirt, on the gravelly path. Pebbles and muck under her wet crutch and she sits there, grinding her hips into the dirt beneath her.
'If we go back you'll get a thrashing. Do this load and we'll collect it as soon as we get there.'
She started to lie down on her belly.
'OK, Ok. We'll go and get it now. But you'll be sorry.'
She got to her feet, faced back up the path and waited patiently for me to gather her reins. Back at the compound I hitched her to the rail next to the red head Penny and went in to find her tail. After a wash and a wipe I was back outside. Penny and Blondie were side by side, leaning against each other for warmth. Blondie heard my steps and bent, braced, to welcome her tail back in place. I saw the stripes on Penny's thighs and backside. She'd been playing up by the look of it. A sob came from her. A shiver ran through her body. I ran a hand down over the weals. They were hard and tender, by the way she moved they still stung.
Shit. I had to assume that she's deserved it. We all knew each other, inside out. But I couldn't leave it.
'I'll just be a minute.'
He was in the kitchen, coffe in front of him, his face white, flushing quickly to red.
'I lost it' he said. 'Been doing this for four years now and she got to me, bloody bitch. Refused to pull, wouldn't let me hook her up to a lighter load. I tried the crop on her, let her know what she was here for. She tried to run off and fell and wouldn't get up. That's when I lost it. Don't know why. It's been a shit week, a long week, but that's no excuse. Bloody hell mate, what happens now?'
'You take Blondie, there's two loads down by where we that old beech tree came down last winter. She's in a stroppy mood too, but your on probation, that means no hands tied and no blindfold. You know that.'
'Yeah. I know.. Don't know if I can though, take charge again, like that.'
'You'll be OK. You know you only get one chance. Come and see me next week, we'll have a chat. Yeah?'
'Yeah. I'll be - . My jobs gone. I'm skint. Not her fault, will you tell her I'm sorry.'
'You'll do that later. That's how it's done. Come on, work to do. You'll be alright with Blondie, she's settled since she had her shag, but it won't hurt to give her another.'
'Really? Oh, I don't know. I couldn't, knowing what I've done to Penny.'
'You'll have to matey. Where was Penny working?'
'Down by the stream, you know that stuff we cut up last month, we were shifting that up to the gate.'
'OK. Finish your coffee then take Blondie. I'll take Penny, see how she goes. No gags though, I'll speak to Blondie, tell her why.' Outside I quickly got the girls up to date without giving away too much to Blondie.
'Blondie. We're swapping. You’re allowed to refuse blindfold and gag. Do you want to?'
She shook her head violently.
'I'll have to change your reins over though. Be good for your new driver, won't you? He's - .'
She stamped her foot to the ground. Horsey for shut the fuck up. Must be tough nut.
I unclipped her breast reins and dressed Penny in them. She hasn’t used them before so far as I know but she’d soon get the hang of them. Then I moved her mouth bit over to Blondie after a swish under the tap.
She tossed her head, showing off, flashing hair and new tackle. Tough nut alright.
‘Penny. Lean against the reins, take the tension.’ I gathered her reins, let her feel the pressure I wanted to maintain against her. Satisfied I drew her backwards several paces, getting the feel of her. She was very different, light, a little hesitant.
'Stand.' None of the pride in her stance that Blondie showed.. Mmmm. I took up the tension again and felt her lean obediently against my pull.
'Walk on' and we set off, me steering her gently, getting the feel of her at a steady walk. Her gait was a little odd, un-even. Not a lot but - .. 'Whoa. Stand.'
As usual I ran by hand from waist down the front of her thigh to her shin, leaning against her so she could lean against me and lift her foot. Clumsy shoes, heels too tall and too small, the shoe too lightly built. No ankle strap. Silly girl. I slipped it off, checked it for stones, checked her foot for any injury. Nothing there.
The other side.
Just a tiny pebble. OK, it might have been uncomfortable but no excuse for refusing her master like that. There are no scratches around her ankles or legs, not a bramble then. What was up with her? I gathered up the reins again and we set off once more.
Her gait was still a little uneven, perhaps a little better. She seemed OK at the walk and it wasn't far.
The pile looked untouched apart from the bundle already prepared. I walked her in a circle ready to be hitched to the haul rope. I had it clipped on before she realised and she started, began to pull in a panic then backed suddenly, bending over her waist cinch. What?
I calmed her, took the bit from her mouth. 'Well?'
'There's something wriggling in my costume.' she shrilled.
'OK. Hold still. Are you sure?’
‘Please. I’m sure. Get it out. Please.’
‘I'll have to strip you off. You misbehave and -.
'I'll be sorry. I know. I am already. I think it's a mouse. Please get it out.'
It turned out to be woodlice. I suppose trapped against her belly flesh it felt bigger, but a mouse.
'You got your backside striped for a woodlouse?'
She nodded, 'I'm sorry. He was really cross with me but I couldn't go on.'
'It's a wood louse. Not a bloody elephant.'
'I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. You can take me back to him. I'll work for him now. I was just so frightened.'
'But the - . Your backside.'
'Don't hurt. Well, not much. Had much worse. I'm into that you know. Spanking. You’ll see some old scars amongst the red ones. No skin broken is there? Well? Well, look properly' and she bent down.
I looked. There were thin white lines of old scars amongst the broader red marks. She was heavily into it.
Must be the red hair. Her bush was flaming red too but that must be a colour rinse. Several of our ponies do a colour wash just to look good for the riders here. My own Pony does it too. Part of getting into the role.
'Well check me properly if you’re really interested.'
Bossy cow! She meant her pussy. Her legs spread, she bent forward and thrust her hips back and upward. I admired then dipped a finger. Soaked!
'Told you, I'm into it. I wanted a good trashing. Most of you blokes know me but I hadn't been with him before, guess he was a bit upset. He went all sloppy on me just when I was getting deep into it. I expect I was getting a bit noisy, I usually do. If you take me back to him I'll tell him myself. You fucking blokes are hard work sometimes. Ahh. Shut up, shall I?'
I shoved her gag bit back in and let her watch while I cut a hazel switch from a good bush that we'd been encouraging. I put her blindfold on and pulled her head down until she was bent over.
'Hold your ankles. Don't let go.'
I found it hard to hit her hard enough but I wanted to raise six bright new stripes, longer and cutting across the ones she'd already got. No mistaking these were new ones. She jiggles about but held on to her ankles OK?
Women. I don't understand them.
I made her do the two loads that she should have done already and I pushed her hard. When we got back to the compound Blondie was already hitched to the rail. No marks on her backside I noted. I found him in the kitchen again.
'OK?' I asked him.
'How is she?' he asked.
'Fine. She wants to finish her day with you. And she wants you to finish what you started. Apparently she's in to it. Being whipped. God knows why. I don't understand.'
He just sat there looking at me.
'I'll take Blondie then?' I asked.
'I laid six new stripes on Penny's whithers just to be sure of what she said. She was wetter after than before so I think she really is. Says most of the blokes know what she's into but she hadn't worked with you before.''
'Is that all? But I did loose it.'
'And you won't again, ever.'
'How are we supposed to know?'
'You won't. It's not in you. But you've raised a good point there. I think we blokes need some protection. It’s hard to know which girls expect how much.'
'She's OK with it then?'
'and begging for more. And a nice afters too judging by her wetness. Just don't break the skin, that's the main thing. Ok, mate? I must get on, we've got lots to do too while the ground is good. Work her hard and treat her a bit mean. We'll come round that way each time and make sure your both happy. Cheers.'
Once again I changed the reins over. Blondie leant her head back against me as I reached around to clip the reins onto the loop between her breast. It was a nice gesture. 'More sex?' I whispered in her ear. There was a grunt and her bum pressed back against me.
'Better earn it then, we've got extra work to do now.'
She shook her head, tossing her hair in my face. I let my crop fall down the front of her thigh to land with a gentle splat on the soft inside of her thigh, half way to her knee. He arse pushed back into me again and stayed there. Another one? Are all our girls bloody kinky? I swatted harder and she pressed against me again, lingering. I stepped back. 'Work first' I told her wondering whether all this was just an excuse to get blokes to smack them with whips and do things to them while they get to be helplessly dressed up in leather and chains and can’t be blamed for anything that happens to them.
I thought about this as I trotted Blondie down to finish off our task. She was being deliberately awkward, veering off one way and another so I had to keep tugging hard on the reins. A squashed breast fruit and nut case? Was there such a thing? From the gurgles around her bit I could have sworn she was laughing.
Her pony tail was in place and tossing about deliciously. She seemed to be breathing easily, better than me anyway. Next time she veered I flicked out at her rump and she skipped a couple of steps and behaved herself for maybe fifty yards then veered away again, this time straight at a tree with brambles around it's base. I hauled her to a stop, shouting, 'Stand, you stupid Mare. What's the hells the matter with you? Stand.'
She was struggling to free her legs and I got prickled as I tried to unwrap a bramble from around her ankle. A shoot had already drawn pinpricks of blood from her calf. Now she stood, shaking a little.
'If you don't keep still I'm going to leave you tangled up while I stick something large and nobbly right up you.. Get it?'
She lifted her foot again, pulling the bramble across the back of my hand.
'OK. O Bloody K. A fucking you are going to get. Now bloody well stand still for a minute.'
At last she behaved herself. I hitched her to two loads, a much heavier load than usual, but she managed without much help from me and waited patiently while I stacked it.
'Now. That's done. What's next. Oh yes. Fuck Blondie, but not here.'
I clipped her haul rope on, lead it under her again like before. Over her shoulders, behind her neck then back under her elbows to fall down her spine to clip her again just above her behind. Then I tied her reins tightly around her, trapping the nipples and pulling them tightly so with each breath she made I could see her breasts swell around the reins. The clips must be digging in but I left them and the bells in place. Then I caught the ring between her breasts and dragged her back down the path at a steady trot to where Penny should still be working. There were grunts and tinkling bells and clip clop feet as she struggled to keep up with me. Penny looked around as she heard us approach, tilting her head to hear what she couldn't see.
My mate looked up, saw us then returned to his work. I kept Blondie moving past them and only let her stop in the middle of the stream. Her feet were dancing in the cold water. 'Stand.'
She stood quietly, obviously not happy, but obedient for the moment.
'One move and you get a full body bath.'
Then I went for Penny, lead her down to join Blondie. I could see Blondies head tipping, she knew there was another pony nearby.
Penny too, hated the cold water. 'Sit.' and I tugged downwards on her harness.
'Not you, Blondie, but since you moved you are due a bath anyway. But not yet.'
Penny sat. Slowly, but she sat.
I let the cold water chill her backside among other things before I pulled her up again, pointed her towards her driver and sent her off with a 'Walk on' and crisp slap to her bum. As I thought, the stripes had diminished considerably in the cold water. I watched my mate collect her and lead her off into some thicker woodland to turn her central heating on. He carried a hazel switch himself. That'll suit her nicely.
'Your turn Blondie. Quick as you like but you must get wet all over, every inch of you. Come on, get on with it. I'll soon warm you up again.'
She looked gorgeous with the water tumbling off her near naked body and as she stood her thighs shed water in a shaft of sunlight that threw jewels around her. She seemed to sense the effect she was having on me a shook her hair, sprinkling diamonds around her. I splashed across to her, grabbed the loop again and dragged her to dry land, across to the woodpile. In a moment I had her hooked on again and the reins in my hands.
'Mush. Mush.' I called, joggling frantically. She slumped a little, took up the tension, leaned against the load, stepped out a steady walk. I knew what she was thinking. 'Promised to warm me up, fucking useless man.'
Then I started to use my long switch to tease her bum cheeks, left and right, left and right. She tried to speed up but I held her back. I swished the switch across her withers again, she was beginning to get the idea. Her pace remained steady, just her carriage showed the new pride flooding through her. And her respect for her master who was warming her so teasingly. She began to turn at the fork, up the hill toward the compound but I pulled her to the left. Down into the woods again. The switch began to tease her cheeks more firmly. She began to skip with each bite of the crop. I laid in a bit harder, she skipped higher. Then, as I'd pretty much expected, she came to a stop, bent, held her ankles. She was ready.
I gave her four more to bring her close to the boil. She shivered when I threw her tail forward over her back. I knew I was expected to play with that as she came. That would bring her a special pleasure to be tortured in her darkest place as she was pleasured in the sweetness. And we think we're in control. Just because we're allowed to hold the reins. So I did what I was told but not very well. Twice in a couple of hours. I wasn't at my best. But jiggling her tail at the crucial moment seemed to do the trick and I managed to slip out without her realising I hadn't actually come. And I didn't need to tell her, did I. Her own juices dribbled down her thighs as I picked up her reins and drew her upright. There was a big sigh and a shake of her head as she took the strain once more, breathing more heavily than me for a change. I didn't spare the whip on her lightly marked thighs but she didn't seem to appreciate it so much now. Funny things, women. We never do know what they really want.
Eventually the whip spurred her to a fast walk, probably getting turned on again. How do women do that, multiple orgasms? Useful though, once I'd got to understand how it all works. Then with the next woman it's a whole new set of rules. I took a long route back. She seemed to realise after I'd turned her away from the direct route a couple of times. She knew these woods better than I did, even behind her blindfold. I was more surprised when she stopped. There was a grassy area of to one side, lush spring grass, a soft bed for outdoor lovers. She wanted more? I'm not sure I've got any.
But. She is gorgeous and she has put up with a lot today. I unclipped her, lead her onto the grassy, a thick area first in case she needed to. I gave her a minute or two. I stood nearby. Quietly. I like watching but not all girls like to be watched but she remained upright, then her head turned as if she was looking straight at me, waiting for whatever came next.
I lead her to a fresh patch, softer, in a group of small trees. A private area screened, even from our own footpath. She went down on her knees, kneeling tall but her head bowed in the submissives gesture of being owned. I knelt behind her, close behind her. I could feel her chains and body against my chest through my shirt, her thighs, bare against my own below my shorts. Her bottom against my belly. Yes. I could. But what does she want?
'We're in a private area on our own. Out of sight. I can do anything I want to you. If you'd been troublesome you'd be in trouble right now but a good pony deserves the best oats. What can I do for you? A whipping, some anal, my mouth on your pussy, some bondage.'
Her body responded with each suggestion. The biggest response was to my mouth.
'You earned it today. How would you like it? On your knees in the grass, stood against a tree, or was there something else?'
I fumbled with her bit, slipped it, wet with dribble out of her mouth. She stretched her jaw briefly then-
'How much rope have you got?'
'I've got a few lengths in my back pack. The usual.'
'Four good lengths?'
'Yes.'
'And there are trees near enough, I can hear them but are they near enough?'
'To tie you to?'
'Between. On my back. Arms spread wide, legs pulled apart. Open to you, your mouth, your cock.'
'Yes. There's enough rope. Anything else?'
'Don't stop. When I come, don't stop. Keep going for as long as you want.'
'And the whip?'
'I don't need it anymore, but if you want to, for your own excitement, I don’t mind too much. It's a bit harsh but it does remind me just how much I'm at your mercy. Just a little, but on my breasts, on my belly maybe. But please, not my thighs, not on the front of my thighs. Master.'
Then she opened wide for the bit to go back between her teeth.
It didn't take me long to string her out between the trees. She looked lovely in the sunlight. I sat beside her to enjoy the view, tickled and teased her with a stem of grass seed. She was ticklish, down her ribs, the inside of her thighs. I reached for the hazel switch and alternated tickling with light strokes of the whippy switch. Her nipples, freed of their clips at the moment, I didn't like to leave them on for too long, were taut in her passion, a clear indicator that she was ready. I dropped the switch, wiped my hand on the rag tucked into my belt, and touched her right in her wetness, trying to make the first contact exactly on her button. She bucked. I'd got it just right. I picked up the switch again, laid a couple of gentle ones across her nipples, near as I could get. She groaned, almost screamed into her bit, her head shaking violently. But I was in charge. I teased some more, alternating between tickles, switching and fingering. She screamed, rolled around pulling at her bonds, her chains rattled across her breasts. I kept it up for another full minute, counting down in my head. She tried to freeze, relax into the grass, numb her body. But the tickling got her each time. Sometimes I'd follow with the finger, sometimes with the switch using different sequences, different lengths of time. The switch she hated, the finger she flooded, the tickling drove her nuts. Then it all stopped.
I kept quite still, fascinated by her body as it recovered a liitle. Chest heaving, slowing, but hips kept on squirming and head flicked from side to side.
I rested a finger on her bush, let her feel it there. She calmed. Lifted her hips. I knew what she wanted and I was ready to give it to her. As I moved into position I kept my hand on her, let fingers slide into her slot as I knelt between her pale thighs, the fine golden hairs shining in the sun.
She felt me bending forwards, hips rise to meet me, opening her. Glistening wetness, her scent strong. The first touch of my tongue tasted the full strength of her but she bucked again, wild and thrashing about again. I held her down by her hips as I bent, mouthing her slot. She was screaming into her bit, the growling roar of too much, too much in her chest. She settled again, knew it was the only way she would find release but each touch triggered another muscle thrashing spasm until she managed to get some control, some command, of her body. When her orgasm came it was from deep within, rolling through her in long ripples like storm waves, one after another, relentless, maybe even continuous. I'd been asked to keep going so I did, lapping at her openness gently, then harshly, nibbling when she calmed, using a finger as she got more excited. My jaws were aching, my knees getting sore on the stones in the grass.. Enough. I knelt up, thinking to use the switch on her again but she lay so peacefully relaxed I let her be. I watched her rolling from side to side, pulling gently on her bonds. I straightened, scrambled to my feet, got water from my backpack to slake my thirst, clean my mouth of her juices. I took a walk around the little clearing, wanting to shag her, knowing I probably couldn't do her justice. In the end I decided she could owe me one for another day. As I got back to our private little patch of grass, one to remember, this magic spot. For the next time I worked with her, or another.
I sploshed the rest of the drinks bottle across her from her thighs to her breasts. She barely moved, stirred as if woken gently from deep sleep. Her body stretched in the sunlight. Wow.
I moved around, releasing her. Eventually helping her to her feet and leading her slowly back to the logs on the pathway. Her walk was unsteady, as I hooked her up a shudder ran through her body. I took up the reins again, let her feel them across her breasts, lean into them, take up the strain. There was a soft sigh of happiness then her head lifted. It had seemed to hang from her shoulders, almost not connected. As I took up the reins she made a tremendous effort to get the logs on the move, staggering from side to side as her systems began to function again. As she recovered her head came up and I used the reins gently to keep her on track. It was a heavy load, she did well with it. I don't know where she found the energy. As we reached the last corner I stopped her in the track to refit her nipple clips. She accepted me quietly then we went on to the compound at a brisk walk, her head held high, the switch freshening her until her high mane was swishing and her tail swished with her high stepping gait until I stopped her by the wood pile.
I unhooked her quickly and lead her to the hitching rail, topped up the drinks bottle from the tap and offered it to her lips. I pulled her head back so she'd catch most of the liquid I spilled into her open mouth. Then she settled. She'd have to wait now until her next rider called upon her.
There were seven ponies in a row I noticed. Their’ rumps all in a line along the rail. Black Beauty, Penny, my Blondie. Others I'd worked before, and a new pony, I think. I honey coloured, a light brown, shiny skinned pony. Slim, good hips. Looked to be a nice soft mouthed little pony, good to work with but not strong, not by the look of her. I walked around the rail, looking at bums, thighs, the odd mark of a whip or switch. Penny's new marks showed still, but no blood. She'd been lucky, or born thick skinned. Six tails I noticed. The new golden brown filly had no tail. Mmm.
Then I walked along the front of the row. Breasts on show nicely. The ponies relaxed, knowing they had an hour to rest. I saw I'd forgotten Blondies clips, lifted them gently from her. My 'OK?' got a nod. No more than that. I stroked a mark from nipple down an inch to the underside of her breast. There was a big intake of breath. Still sensitive. But we were back in pony society, no favourites, share and share alike. Masters take, ponies receive. That’s how it worked. Penny started at the same touch. I whispered 'OK?' in her ear and she nodded gently. She seemed relaxed and comfortable though there were more thin stripes across her belly. She was happy now anyway. All's well and I'm hungry. Starving.
Someone would be out soon to feed the ponies and check their tack. I needed food, and a sit down, and a strong sweet coffee.