She told him that she was too old to do this kind of play, but he had not listened. So there she stood waiting for her owner to start practice for today. At least the weather was cooperating. It was warm without being hot and humid. She wore leather cuffs on her wrists chained by a two inch chain. A leather cuff around each of her upper arms were bound together by a thick black rope. The rope was wound several times and ran over her shoulders and anchored to her generous breasts by tight loops around the base of each breast. The tightness of the breast ropes caused her breasts to lift.

That wasn't the worse of her bondage. A thick black rope wound around her waist squeezing her waist thinner. Tied to the waist rope was another rope that was pulled tight between her legs. The crotch rope pushed the butt plug tighter into her rectum. A gentle breeze blew the horsetail against her thighs reminding her of her current status. A tight bit gag kept her silent and a blindfold kept her calm. Her reins were attached to leather dog collars tightly buckled to her breasts. She had been trained to follow the pull of reins even blindfolded.

She heard her owner approach by the gentle crunch of leaves. She resigned herself to more circuits around the corral, but something was amiss. She sensed another person with her owner. Since moving from the coast they had made no friends in the lifestyle. She wondered who was with her owner.

She heard his voice soothing someone. Then she heard that sound of the quirt hitting flesh and a soft moan. She knew another person was close to her. Her blindfold was removed. A male was tethered to the pole. He was bound much like she was except the tether ran from his penis to the pole. She noticed the obvious discomfort of having his penis tethered causing him to raise up on his toes to relieve the pull on his sensitive part. Clips hung from his nipples and had small weights attached to them. He was blindfolded and a huge rubber bit forced his mouth wide open.

She felt the tether being unclipped from her collar and her reins being pulled. As she was trained to do, she moved with the reins. She started moving in a circle around the ring, her steps hampered by the 12" of chain holding her ankle cuffs together. She lost count of the circuits she made around the ring, her owner's short whip correcting her when she wandered. Finally she was lead back to the pole and tethered to it as before.

She watched her owner detach the male's tether from the pole and lead him into path she had beaten into around the ring with her bare feet. He tied the tether off to the male's collar pulling his penis tight upwards. He attached reins to rings on the sides of the bit gag. It was obvious that the male had never had any training as a pony. His gait was off and his buttocks were turning red from the correcting sting of the short whip. The male was breathing heavily though his nose trying to do things right to avoid the whip.

She heard another person approach. A short woman walked into the ring and stood watching the male being trained to the reins. She appeared amused by the obvious suffering the male was experiencing. Finally the male was lead over to her and she was handed the reins. She lead the suffering male away. A few minutes later, an engine started and the couple was gone.

She lead to the shed behind the practice corral. The air was cooler in the shed. It was her owner's work shed. It smelled of sawdust and ground steel.

She was bent over a saw horse. She felt the crotch being removed from between her legs. Her owner entered without further foreplay. After he relieved himself in her, he lead her back down to the house. He methodically removed each bond, checking to make sure that no damage had been done by her long confinement.

Finally all that was left was her butt plug. He left her to go to bathroom and remove the plug alone.