Blindfolded

by Breanna Hayse

  Train me? Regan thought, praying that the car he had placed her in had tinted glass. Once they had driven upon a smooth road, her fears were realized; honking and cat-calls were heard through the cracked windows, as were the loud toots of a truck horn.

  Regan pressed her face into the seat with shame, until Master Jay reminded her to lift up her head and be proud of her beauty and his ownership of her. Not willing to disobey him again because of her pride, she arched her face to the window.

  She heard clapping and shuddered, grateful that the blinders she wore hid her eyes from the observers. She tried to calm her fears as she grew fretful about where he was taking her and why. This was one scene she had never explored in her books, and she had no idea what would occur.

  * * *

  After parking the car, Master Jay assisted Regan from the seat, pausing to rub her kinked limbs and neck and help loosen the stiffness of the hour-long drive. Once again, she strained her senses to learn of her environment and discovered that the strong smell of the leather blinders disguised the scents around her, and the jiggling bridle did not allow her to hear the tiny sounds a few yards away.

  Unable to feel the ground beneath her shod feet, Regan made a decision. She would give herself freely to this experience. She refused to allow her fear and insecurities rule her that day, trusting that Master Jay would not allow harm to befall her. Regan made the choice that this adventure—her very own adventure—would be the most exciting thing she would ever do.

  “Are you alright, my girl?”

  Regan nodded, smiling, and stomping her right foot loudly on the ground. She tilted her head as he snapped the wrist rings of the gauntlets to the back of her harness, forcing her to jut her breasts out and taking away the use of her hands. He took the reins and lifted them to the front of her head to lead her gently by the bit next to him. Regan clamped down on the rubber bar as she heard a woman great him.

  “Jayson! Is this your new pony? She is lovely!”

  “Hello, Charlotte. This is her very first time out. Thank you for allowing me to bring her over.”

  “Do you mind if I inspect her?”

  “By all means. Regan, obey Mistress Charlotte.”

  Regan nodded, stomping her right foot to acknowledge his order, and more interested by the discovery of his full first name than with wondering what the inspection would consist of.

  She grunted as the woman tugged at her bridle while clicking her tongue and led her down a gravel path. “Lift your feet higher, girl. Higher,” Charlotte commanded, snapping Regan on the back of the thigh with a riding crop. “March. There you go… You will get used to the boots. Good girl!”

  Regan blushed, wondering what Jay was thinking as she was led down the path, marching with her knees high in the air, her naked breasts pushed out and her plugged bottom in plain view. She also could not hide the spreading wetness between her thighs, thankful that the chastity belt hid the evidence of her arousal.

  Charlotte marched her around the area, snapping the crop at the back of her thighs, her breasts, and her bottom, forcing her attention towards her posture and presence. The new activity was strenuous, and Regan, who considered exercise a form of punishment, quickly tired.

  “She isn’t used to running the circuit, Jay. Dress her down and water her.”

  “Shall do. I want to keep her blinder on, though. Regan, stand straight and do not move a muscle,” Jay said as he slowly undressed her, completely aware of the flushing of her body as she was left standing in only her face harness, blinders, and her tail. He clicked for her to come with him and, lifting her head high, Regan forced herself to follow the sound of his voice without appearing fearful or stumbling.

  “I must say, she is blind-trained very well. However, it appears she has been a little naughty lately by the look of her bottom,” Charlotte commented. Jay lifted a wet cloth over Regan’s naked body, carefully wiping her sweat from her as she sipped cool, fresh water from a bowl.

  “She was flogged last evening for failing to obey a simple command. Her behavior today proves to me that she has learned her lesson. Haven’t you, Regan? You may speak.”

  “Yes, Sir,” Regan whispered. “Thank you for teaching me.”

  “Hmmm, she is definitely a natural. Have you thought of entering her in a show? We could start her training immediately.”

  Regan’s heart dropped when he answered. “No. This is our last day together. She is going home this evening.”

  “Well, then, let’s give her the full treatment to remember this by. Go and put her in the pasture while she rests.”

  “Do you have stallions out there?” Jay sounded concerned.

  “Yes, but they are all confined. Your pony isn’t going to be romped on, I promise. I insist on keeping a safe place for them to play.”

  Regan gulped as she was led through a gate and then was gently pressed down onto her hands and knees upon thick, soft grass.

  “Pastured ponies are not to stand, Regan. They also must enter remembering that they are representing their masters and mistresses. Jay?”

  “Lift your tail out of the way and put your face and chest on the ground, Regan.”

  Regan hesitated, confused. She had done everything asked of her, without complaining. She didn’t understand.

  “Did I do something wrong, Master Jay?”

  “Not at all. This is a brand of sorts. To show the other ponies that you are well cared for. Now, lift your bottom high for me.”

  Regan slowly lowered her face to the soft grass and closed her eyes behind the blinders. She yelped, and the crop striped the center of her bottom. Swish!

  Regan clenched, wishing for the bit in her mouth. The horrid burning worsened as Jay landed twenty long, solid strokes over her already bruised back end, leaving her weeping in the grass.

  “Beautiful work. I forgot how proficient you are with the crop,” Charlotte praised, running her hands across the angry wheals and welts marking Regan’s flesh. “Oh my, and she certainly responds to it. Look how deliciously wet she is! And her cries are so sweet.”

  “She is a special one. Regan, I want you to crawl around the perimeter of the pasture at least once before you socialize with the other ponies. It will give you a chance to cool down and relax. Remember, no standing. Follow the edge of the grass and you won’t collide into a fence. I’ll be watching to make sure you are alright,” he reassured her.

  “Yes, Sir,” Regan sniffed loudly, sad that he wasn’t staying with her. She was grateful of her blindness as she began the humiliating exercise in which her nakedness and awkwardness was on display for everyone who was watching. It helped her ignore her embarrassment until the words of other pony-girls reached her ears.

  “Look at the size of those udders! Hey! This is a pony pasture, not a cow pasture!” one yelled viciously.

  “Maybe her master is into bull-riding,” another girl laughed.

  Humiliated and degraded, Regan felt tears fall shamefully as she crawled away from the voices. She collided headfirst into a solid mound of flesh.

  “Hey, you blind? Oh, sorry,” a masculine voice asked with a laugh. “I didn't notice you were in full face cover. You’re new here, aren't you?”

  “Yeah, my first and last visit to this horrid place,” Regan whispered as the taunts from the two continued to plague her.

  “Don’t let those brainless twits get to you. They are jealous because they saw the care your master gave you while dressing down. They have had their eye on him for a long time, and are pissed because he’s ignored them.”

  “Yeah… I have to…”

  “I’m Lionel. They call me the Lion.”

  “Why?”

  “Because when I’m pissed, I roar. Sometimes I also bite, but only if I have a cute mare around. Do you have a name?”

  “Regan. I don't mean to be rude, but I was ordered to crawl the perimeter, and I don’t want another spanking,” Regan said quietly. She could sense Jay’s eyes on her, and she shivered.

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bsp; “I’ll crawl with you. Your master heard the teasing, by the way. Those girls are being taken to the barn for a whipping. Their mistress looks very angry.”

  “I’m not worth them being hurt. I mean…”

  “Mistress Charlotte doesn’t permit any misbehavior in her stables, Regan. That is why we always get cropped or strapped before we are set free. Come on, let’s get you out of the sun before you burn that pretty white skin of yours. Just follow my voice. We don’t see a lot that come through here blind-trained.”

  Regan relaxed a little, glad that she had found someone to talk to about the strange events of the day. “What exactly is that? Mistress Charlotte sounded surprised too.”

  “When a pony trusts an owner enough to blindly follow commands, it is called blind-training. It’s very rare in our circle. You must really love your master.”

  “I… I trust him completely,” Regan said thoughtfully. “My life is in his hands, and I know that he will protect me.”

  “You are a lucky lady. Water? It’s like a fountain, with a pedal so you don’t have to stand.”

  Regan's frazzled nerves were soothed in the company of her new friend as they joined the other ponies lounging under a tree. Lionel introduced her and taught her the proper resting position… on her belly with her knees tucked under her and elbows flat on the ground. Lionel growled several times as several other stallions approached the new colt, chasing them off in a loud yell.

  One of the pony girls chuckled, rubbing her shoulder against Regan. “Wow, you must be something special for the black stallion to be guarding you. Lionel is the herd’s lead. He not only protects the pasture, but he is the head of the power team.”

  “What are you talking about? I’m sorry, I’m new at this.”

  “All in time, honey,” another pony girl said. “We all started as colts. The strongest bucks are teamed up and harnessed to pull loads. Like a Clydesdale. Lionel is huge and beautifully perfect. The only problem is that he is too big for any of the girls to breed with him. He’d tear us to pieces.”

  “Breed? Like as in sex?”

  “Mmm, you better believe it,” another said. “Every stable is run differently, just like the shows. The mistress has her own events, including a breeding competition. It is for those of us who enjoy being pursued and mounted. The stallions chase us around the arena and fight for the right to breed. It is amazing!”

  “She also holds best of show, races, and team conformation. I have been doing this for ten years, and I think Mistress Charlotte is the absolute best stable mistress. She hires the top trainers to work with us and provides everything we need to make certain we perform at our peak.”

  “The lady likes her trophies,” Lionel chuckled. Regan heard him grunt as he plopped his huge body to the ground. “She is as generous as she is severe. We love her.”

  “Does she… own… all of you?”

  “No, she has her own herd of team ponies and a couple of cart girls. Speaking of which, it looks like your haters are being thrown in with the broncos.”

  “I don't understand. Please, tell me what's happening,” Regan asked, straining her ears as she heard loud weeping in the distance.

  “Some of the herd are like wild broncos,” Lionel intervened. “They refuse to be ridden or tamed. They are the hard-core BDSMers. Nothing can break them, and they keep coming back for more.”

  “Are… they here?”

  “No, Mistress Charlotte won’t allow them loose in the field with the trained herd. They are too reckless and fights tend to happen. They are corralled in the field next to this one. They are being allowed to mount the two who insulted you, and neither one looks happy about it.”

  “It is about time,” one of the pony-girls said bitterly. “Those two have been itching for a good whipping and a hard fuck for a while. Owe! Don't bite!”

  “We never rejoice when one of our herd is punished,” Lionel scolded.

  “You do realize this is play, right?” Regan asked with concern, hearing the loud, crude remarks of the broncos as they took turns with the miscreants. “To allow rape…”

  “Everything that occurs under Mistress Charlotte is consensual. Those girls signed contracts that gave their permission to be disciplined in this manner. You must remember that different people have different needs. My master punishes me by whipping my cock,” Lionel said gently. “Phoebe here is punished with enemas.”

  “And my mistress birches the back of my legs and calves. That is what I respond to the best, what I need,” another girl added. “As for play, yes. It is that for some people. For many of us, it’s a way of life. I work like a horse in my day job as a secretary and treated as a pony when I get home. I love it. My mistress is very kind and tends to me well. Others… well, they aren’t so lucky, but it is completely their choice.”

  “You said this is consensual. I don’t understand. How could anyone invite abuse or,” she shuddered, “being taken by force?”

  “Only we truly know our own needs, colt. You will understand as you grow. Just never judge them. Mistress Charlotte draws the line when it comes to abuse. She will not permit any of her charges to be harmed physically, mentally, or emotionally. Even those two. They are smiling now. They got what they needed to feel forgiven,” Lionel advised.

  “This is so much to take in. I… “

  “Regan! To me!” Jay’s voice called with a loud whistle.

  “No, don’t stand, crawl. Standing always results in punishment. It was good meeting you, Regan. I hope you come back and visit sometime.”

  “Thanks,” Regan smiled shyly. “I hope so too.”

  * * *

  “Did you enjoy your pasture time, Regan?” Jay asked, slipping a robe over her body as he pulled her to her feet.

  “Yes, Sir,” Regan whispered.

  “Did something happen? Did that big one hurt you?” Jay asked, grabbing her arms and forcing her to face him.

  “No, he was very protective and watched over me. His name is Lionel.”

  “What is bothering you? Talk to me.”

  “Can we just go home? Please?”

  “Of course. Charlotte? I’m gonna take my girl home now. She’s had enough excitement for one day.”

  “Of course,” Charlotte said, running her hands gently down Regan’s arm and stroking her gently. When Regan trembled, Charlotte asked, “Are you alright?”

  “Yes, ma’am… I mean, no, ma’am. I… don’t know.”

  “Jay? May I take Regan in the office for a few minutes?”

  “Sure. I’ll be here waiting. Don't unplug her.”

  Charlotte took Regan’s hand and slowly led her upstairs and into an enclosed room. She led her to a seat and invited her to sit for a while. Regan blushed, shaking her head. Apparently, Charlotte had forgotten the tail.

  “Very well, kneel then. I am going to take your blindfold off, honey. Shhh, it will be alright. What happened out there?” Charlotte asked as Regan broke into quiet sobs.

  “Nothing,” Regan coughed. “Except for those girls who called me a cow.”

  “I heard that, and they were severely disciplined. They are very lovely parade animals, but I would never keep them as prime stock. Too much work. Is there is something else? Out with it, sweetheart.”

  “It’s Master Jay…”

  “I’ve known him for a very long time. You can’t get a better handler than he is.”

  “Does he always bring new girls here?”

  “No. The last one was his ex-fiancée. She had a few very ugly things to say about his— uh, hobby. She wasn’t worth his trouble, but he didn’t want to listen to me. How long have you been dating him?”

  “Dating?” Regan looked up at the tall, slender woman who wore her jet black hair in a tight pony tail and dressed in English riding gear. She was handsome, elegant, and had a hard edge to her. Her lips were grimly set, and she had a prominent but not unattractive nose. Not the type of woman she would care to cross. “Charlotte, he…he kidnapped me. Two days ago.
”

  “Excuse me?” Charlotte frowned, leaning forward, “That is a very strong accusation, young lady.”

  “But it’s true. And,” Regan began to cry again, “it was the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me.”

  * * *

  Jay paced outside the office, disturbed by the change in Regan’s demeanor. She had gone from a proud, high-stepping pony girl to a sluggish, sad cart horse. He picked his brain, wondering what had happened. An hour later, the two women emerged. Regan was again blindfolded and robed, being led by Charlotte.

  “Is everything okay?” Jay asked, noticing the protective embrace the older woman offered Regan.

  “Things will be fine. She had some thoughts to work out, that’s all. Some decisions to make,” Charlotte reassured him. She turned to Regan, kissing her cheek. “You have my number. If you decided you want to continue training, I want you to call me. I would take you into my herd without a question.”

  “Thank you, Mistress Charlotte. For… for everything.”

  Charlotte beckoned to Jay. “Jay? A quick word, if you please?” As soon as they stepped out of Regan’s hearing, Charlotte slapped him hard against the back of the head. “You crushed her, you idiot! When you said you were taking her home.”

  “Did she tell you about how we met?” Jay asked quietly, rubbing his offended spot.

  “That’s another thing! You’ve always been a bit of a rebel, but abduction? That is just plain stupid! And if you weren’t my little brother, I would kick your ass! She is perfect for you, and I swear that I will skin you alive if you let this one go.”

  “She has to come to me on her own accord, Charlotte. If she wants me, she has to find me. It is important for her to be able to seek out something she wants after depriving herself for so long.”

  “Shit, Jayson, finding you in this world is harder than finding than a needle in a haystack. Last time you disappeared, you ended up somewhere in the Middle East. Don’t hurt this girl. She is the one, and if you don’t want her, I do!”