by Loki Renard
Bright sun filtering through the open stable doors warmed her naked body, a gentle reminder of just how very exposed she was amid a flurry of slaps now landing across the tops of her thighs. Squirming and wailing, Ellie found herself unable to control her reactions on almost any level. She was cursing too, in between begging for leniency.
“Please… ungh… you asshole… please… enough! Stop… fuck!”
“I’m afraid I don’t quite know what you mean,” Daniel said smoothly. “It almost sounds as though you’re asking me to fuck your asshole. Is that what you want me to do to you, Ellie?”
“No!” The denial came at a very high pitch, prompted by the sudden sensation of his finger pressing against the bud of her ass. “Daniel, please, I’m sorry.”
“What are you sorry for?” He kept his finger on that button of embarrassment, making her face flush bright red at the mental image of what she must look like, her bottom spanked red, her thighs painted with his punishment, her untended pussy swelling with wet desire, and the little bud of her bottom hidden under his fingertips.
“I’m sorry I was teasing you on the plane… ow!”
He used his other hand to whack her bottom soundly. “That’s not it, Ellie.”
“I’m sorry I was rude, and disrespectful,” she said, her voice softer as she got closer to the heart of the matter.
“And?”
“And I’m sorry I haven’t been holding up my end of the deal like I agreed to,” she mumbled as he began massaging her bottom hole gently. The sensation of her anus being toyed with along with her clit pressed against his thigh was pleasurable, but Ellie’s sore bottom was enough to give her enough clarity of mind not to start moaning and grinding. She desperately wanted the punishment portion of whatever he had planned for them to be over. The longer she was out there exposed, the greater a chance there was of being seen—and if he started spanking her again, she didn’t know if her bottom could take it.
“No, you haven’t,” he agreed. “You’ve fought me every step of the way, not that I necessarily mind. If you were a good pet there’s not much chance you’d find yourself in these sorts of positions—though there would be others. Probably more private than this.”
“Daniel…” There was a plaintive tone to her voice that made her feel thoroughly undone hearing it. “I’m sorry.”
“You do sound sorry,” he agreed. “But we will see if you truly are by how you behave in the coming hours and days.” His fingertip left her bottom hole and both his palms massaged her spanked cheeks with smooth, soothing strokes. “Are you going to be a good girl for me, Ellie?”
She couldn’t say yes to his question. It might be a lie. “I’ll try,” she said, giving the most positive honest answer she could give.
“You had better try very hard, my girl,” he drawled, his hands now sliding her hard little clit off his thigh as he helped her to stand in front of him, naked, spanked and blushing furiously. “Look at me, Ellie.”
She lifted her eyes to his and saw a measure of forgiveness, moderated by a stern gaze. He clearly had no intention of letting her get out of hand again that day.
“There’s a time and a place for being a brat,” he said. “This is not it, understand?”
“Yessir,” she mumbled, barely able to look at him. She found it easier to look at his nose; that way it seemed like she was being obedient while saving herself some embarrassment.
“Ellie!” He said her name sharply and her eyes snapped back to his.
“Good girl,” he said. “That’s better. Now, for your surprise.”
She did not see what could possibly be in the stables. They were completely empty as Daniel walked her down the center, her naked spanked bottom bare for any passerby to see.
“This is yours,” Daniel said, stopping in front of a stall in the middle of the stables.
“Mine?” Ellie’s confusion only grew upon seeing her name etched in gold and mounted above the stall. “Why do I have a stall here? What is this about?”
“This is about the terms of our contract, and what it really means to be my pet.” He pushed open the stall door and made a gesture toward the interior.
“I’m wearing seven hundred dollar shoes,” she said, wrinkling up her nose. “I’m not going into some animal stall.”
“This stall is probably cleaner than your kitchen,” Daniel said, running his palm down her back and over the curve of her hip. “In you go, my pet.”
His tone had become no less commanding, but somehow softer, as if he really were speaking with some highly strung filly. The soothing deep timbre of his voice combined with the firm caress of his hand actually conspired to make Ellie’s feet move. She stepped into the stall, soft wood shavings compressing under her heels.
“What are you doing? What is this for?”
She looked at him with a confused gaze. He looked back at her, his eyes filled with certainty she did not understand.
“This is to help you feel what you truly are,” he said. “I can call you my pet, but that means nothing if I do not show you what it means.”
He took off his jacket, and then his shirt, standing there with nothing but his trousers on—his torso bare to her heated gaze. He was not a bulky man, but he was strong, definition in every line of his muscles. Biceps, triceps, a six-pack of rippling abdominal muscles. The sort of body created by good breeding and even better self-care.
Distracted by his body, Ellie almost forgot about her own predicament. Daniel was gorgeous, his height making him even more imposing as he reached for a leather harness shaped not for an animal—but for her.
“Daniel…”
“No need to be afraid, pet,” he said in deep soothing tones. “This is your first fitting, so we’ll take it slowly.”
He lifted the harness up, straps going this way and that, and put it over her head. Ellie stood stock still, more stunned than anything as Daniel began to strap her into the harness. The shoulder piece ran over her upper back, over her shoulders and stopped just short of her breasts, which remained free, though two straps ran under her arms to join up with the back piece of the harness, while another passed between her breasts and ran all the way to the apex of her thighs, where a circular ring just above her mound held several more straps that ran both around her hips and between her thighs, joining much like a string thong, riding down the crack of her rear, but leaving her pussy and ass open for exploration.
“Very nice,” Daniel said once he had tightened all the straps to his liking, her body neatly contained in the harness that covered very little, but made her feel absolutely under control. Any part of it could be used for leverage, and tugging on the center body strap made the harness squeeze her lower lips in a way that was not entirely unpleasant. “What do you think, my pony?”
“I think you play some fucking weird dress-up games,” she said bluntly.
He smirked down at her, running his hand down her flank gently. “Rebel all you want, pet. I enjoy it.”
He reached for a riding crop sitting to the side of the stable door and picked it up. “There are plenty of ways to discipline a naughty unbroken filly,” he informed her in his refined timbre. “What I have in mind for you will teach obedience like nothing else,” he said, running his fingers through her hair in a hypnotic caress as he held the leather tip of the crop up to her lips.
“I’m not a horse, Daniel,” she said, hardly believing that the words had come from her mouth. What a thing to have to say.
“You’re my pet, and this is part of your training,” he informed her. “You’ll be my pony, my pup, my kitten, you’ll be what I want you to be—and I think you’ll learn a thing or two about yourself in the process too. This is just a game, Ellie, an intense game, but a game nonetheless. Try not to take yourself too seriously.”
“Says the man not wearing a leather harness,” she complained, squirming back and forth on her heels, which had become like hobbles in the straw. At this point, arguing was all she had to maintain some
sense of rebellion. He was increasingly taking away every last scrap of resistance.
And the bindings were still coming. Daniel attached two leather cuffs to her wrists, then clipped the cuffs to the harness, making it impossible for her to move her arms away from her body. As her range of motion diminished, so her desire to bite back at him increased—which she did literally, snapping at his hand as it passed near her mouth on the way to yet more leather.
“Careful, pet,” he said in even tones. “Snapping is not something I will ever tolerate from you. If you want to bite, you’ll find yourself regretting it.”
Ellie looked him dead in the eye and snapped her teeth at him, knowing she was testing him. It was probably madness to test a man who had flown her upstate, spanked her bottom, stripped her of almost every vestige of her identity, and was in the process of making her his pony, but Ellie did not care. What did she have to lose?
Daniel cocked his head at her and smiled with dry amusement. “Just when I think you might have had enough, you push matters further. Well, my naughty filly, let me see if I can remedy that nasty little habit you’re thinking of developing.”
He opened a box of tack and picked something out of it—a rubber-covered bit that looked exactly like the bits horses wore, aside from the fact that most of it had been covered with the rubber to soften the effect on the human mouth.
“Daniel… no, please, come on… not that…” She could hear a whimpering, plaintive tone in her voice. “I get it, I’m your pet.”
“You don’t get it at all,” he replied gently. “But you will. Open up, Ellie, it’s time to accept your bit.”
“Daniel,” she whined, shifting from foot to foot, the tingling in her bottom turning to a hot flushing sensation over her whole body. The harness was one thing. It felt almost secure to be strapped into it, and by the look in his eye, she knew it was flattering—but a bit? She wouldn’t be able to speak with that in her mouth. “This is too much.”
“Is it?” He reached out and brushed a few stray strands of hair out of her eyes, his touch tender, his voice low and soft. “Is it too much, or are you afraid of how much you’re actually enjoying not being in control for five minutes?”
“I know exactly what it’s like to not be in control, Daniel,” she said snappishly. “You’re the one who should be wearing this outfit. You’re the one who can’t fathom not having his way. You’re the one who… mphh!”
Ellie’s further opinions on him were lost to posterity as he slid the rubber bit into her open mouth, pinning her tongue and effectively gagging her. Her outrage muted, but not at all tempered, she glared at him furiously as he secured the leather behind her head.
“You agreed to this,” he reminded her. “But I’m not a complete monster. If this becomes too much, snap the fingers of your left hand and I’ll get you out of all this. Can you do that for me now?”
She stared daggers at him. So now he thought he was some great kind benign dictator, allowing her the ability to end the torment if it was too much. She became certain in that moment that she would not snap her fingers, not for anything. He wanted to break her spirit, but she would not allow that.
“Ellie, this is important,” he said patiently. “I need to know if you’re in real distress, physically or emotionally. Snap your fingers now, so we know you can do it.”
She did nothing. If he wanted to know how she felt, he could damn well take the gag out of her mouth. Then she’d tell him how she felt.
“You’re not even trying,” he observed. “Do you think this is a good time to disobey me?”
She remained silent, fully engaged in what she had decided would be a battle of wills. She would not play pony for Daniel Treville, no matter what he did.
He let out a little sigh, looking down at her with a gaze that was just as determined as hers. If anything, he seemed mildly amused by her resistance.
“You have so little understanding of what even the slightest bit of submission might mean,” he murmured against her ear, drawing his fingertips down over the curve of her rear and back up again. “It’s quite delicious teaching you.”
She squirmed in place, unable to move very far thanks to the leather that already held her so firmly in place, in thrall to the murmur of his voice.
“Do you understand how to communicate with me if you find yourself overwhelmed?” He asked the question again, his lips close to her ear, his body close to hers so she felt his strength as an immutable force.
She let out a low growl, the only noise she could make with the gag keeping her tongue down.
Daniel picked up the crop she’d forgotten about and applied a swift slap to her outer thigh. The sudden sting made her jig on the spot.
“This I’m not playing about,” he insisted. “It’s a matter of safety. Show me that you can tell me when you’ve had enough.”
Ellie lifted both hands, fingers curled down but for the middle ones that remained defiantly extended. That should be enough of a signal for him.
“We’ll go with that,” he chuckled. “You brat.”
She wondered what it would take for him to actually get angry at her. No matter how much she defied him, Daniel always seemed to simply rise above it. At that moment he was busy fastening long leather straps to the sides of her gag. Reins.
He gathered them in one hand and held it behind her head, looking her in the eyes as he gently put the slightest bit of pressure on the reins and therefore the bit.
Ellie let out a yelp of surprise as the bit seesawed between her lips, putting pressure on the roof of her mouth. It was the strangest sensation, one that did not precisely hurt, but certainly could not be ignored.
“Over time, I’ll teach you a series of cues,” Daniel explained. “For the moment, I think you understand that this sensation is a cue to stop what you’re doing and pay attention to me. Now,” he said thoughtfully, musing to himself. “What’s missing here?”
Ellie felt his eyes roaming over every inch of her leather-bound body as he assessed her. A moment later, he spoke again with the manner of a man who is surprised at his obvious oversight.
“Ah, of course. My pony is not complete without her tail.”
Ellie made a muffled sound of despair, which he ignored as he retrieved the familiar tail from a nearby box. There was one thing she had to give Daniel—his ability to be organized no matter what.
“Now, pet,” he said in those soothing but oh-so-dominant tones. “Bend over for me and present your bottom so I can make sure your tail slides in nice and deep.”
Blushing, Ellie balked, but he soon used the reins to urge her down into position, bent forward at the hips, the rounds of her rear exposed for the application of lubricant that always preceded her tail being put in. She supposed it was a small mercy that her hands were bound so he could not make her spread her own cheeks. Instead, he took the task on himself, spreading one buttock wide so her tight little anus had nowhere to hide as he dabbed and massaged several drops of cool lubricant on that hot button.
She made a moan that did not sound human at all thanks to the bit in her mouth and shifted from foot to foot as he slid his finger into her bottom before the plug. Again, he was being merciful, but Ellie had difficulty appreciating his mercy when she was so tightly constrained, her limbs no longer her own as Daniel took control of every movement of her body, his fist tight on the reins just an inch or two below her chin as he fingered her bottom.
How could she ever have thought she could best a man like this? Daniel was not like others who wanted to rut and come and do little else. He turned every sex act into a production, drawing meaning from the smallest motion. With his finger sliding deeper into her bottom, all Ellie could do was blush and stamp her heels and squirm her hips until he censured her in low tones and bade her to stand still.
Finally he slid his finger from her bottom and pressed the tip of the plug into its place. She wriggled more, but it did precisely nothing. He held her firm, the bit making it impossible for her
to move terribly far as her rear was spread for him, the sensitive inner walls once more parting for the plug, which seemed much thicker than the previous time.
Ellie let out little sounds somewhere between groan and a moan. She was responding again. Had been since the spanking, if she were to be truthful with herself. The same treatment that made her blush outwardly was also making her lubricate internally. She could feel her wetness brimming, trickling through her lips.
As her bottom spread wide around the plug, she felt her pussy pulse in response. Finally it settled into place and once more she felt the presence of the tail deep inside her bottom, the long strands of hair brushing against her inner thighs in many soft caresses.
“Perfect,” Daniel said, pleased with what he saw. Deciding that she was ready, he opened the stall door and led her out into the stables. She had gone in a woman, but she was coming out a pony. The tail swayed in her rear, every step reminding her of its presence. Daniel stayed by her side, his presence steadying as she learned to navigate the world in full pony harness. It was not easy, especially in the heels that now felt every bit as awkward as hooves might.
“Now, my sweet filly,” he said, running his fingers over the tender skin of her thigh. “I might on some occasion teach you to walk nicely, or to trot in collected fashion. But I think today all you need learn is how to perform in your harness.”
Perform? What did he mean?
Ellie was led through the stables, her heels click-clacking on the stone floor until they stopped at what suddenly seemed to be a deliberately stacked pile of hay bales—located at such a height that when he put pressure on the reins and made her bend down over them, she found her bare nipples making contact with the fine dry blades of grass, her bare tail-wearing bottom raised nice and high.