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MISTRESS MIA'S BEDTIME STORIES: "THE FARM" PART 4 #PONYPLAY #ABDUCTION · CALL ME MISTRESS

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  Hi, welcome to the latest episode of the Mistress MIAs
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  Dungeon. I'm your Hostess, Mistress Mia,
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  and today I bring you Mistress MIAs Bedtime stories.
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  This is part 4 of the Lifestyle Farmer and it begins.
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  Malcolm obviously read the conflicting thoughts and said
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  I'd be coming with you if that's at all reassuring.
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  Whatever else she may be, Margaret is an excellent pony
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  trainer and runs extensive operation.
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  I went to look to see if she was anything worth buying.
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  Besides that, more than one other member of the group would
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  know where we are. If we don't keep calling in,
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  then these word flashes around and people arrive at Margaret's
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  place demanding to know where we are.
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  She knows that. Also bear in mind, most group
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  members give the sorority as wide as birth as possible, but
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  some of those certain people think that we all need to keep
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  tabs on one another. Your reputation, which isn't as
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  bad as it is at the moment, will be boosted quite a bit by doing
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  this once word gets around. That made me feel a whole lot
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  better, but also it increased my tension as it demonstrated
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  Malcolm was not joking. I considered briefly staring at
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  my wine, swirling it in the glass.
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  In the end, it didn't take too long to make my decision.
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  OK, I'll do it. I said.
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  And so it was that I found myself driving with Malcolm into
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  the heart of the Lake District on an unseasonably Gray and
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  drizzly May afternoon. The weather did nothing for my
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  tense and apprehensive mood, and I began to wonder why I'd agreed
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  to this meeting. It wasn't as though I need the
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  money, and I cursed my curiosity as we turned onto the road.
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  There was a little more than a pothole track with grass growing
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  in the strip down its center. Where on earth does this woman
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  live, Malcolm? Where?
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  In the middle of nowhere. She likes her privacy, just like
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  you and I, Jake. It's inconvenient, but it's a
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  sensible precaution. I know he was right, but many of
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  the group's members lived in remote, difficult reach places.
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  We had the power to divert a certain level of attention, but
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  it also it kept us on a low profile.
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  Several more minutes passed as both Malcolm and I peered
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  through the rain lashed gloom as we bump slowly along this
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  so-called road and into some trees.
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  There it is. Malcolm said.
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  I followed his pointing finger and there indeed was a wrought
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  iron gate flanked by two Moss covered stone pillars, each top
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  with a Greek urn. Malcolm turned to me as I
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  stopped. Now remember what I've said,
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  tread lightly here, consider every action, and don't rise to
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  any assumptions. I nodded and he opened his door
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  and stepped out into the rain and pressed the button on his
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  intercom attached to one of those gateposts, leaning closer
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  to hear an answer. Drops of water smacked on to the
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  windscreen from the wind tossed trees overhead as the intercom
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  crackled into life. I couldn't quite catch what was
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  said, but the voice was female and the tone was cold and
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  clipped. Malcolm swung himself back into
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  the car as the iron gate started to open smoothly.
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  She said drive up the track until we reached the parking
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  area, then get out of the car and wait, he said.
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  We drove on down a track that felt better maintained than the
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  road we had just left, through a landscape of open woods that
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  gradually leveled out as we descended the hillside and
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  revealed glimpses of the surrounding Lakeland scenery.
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  After a mile or so, the track widened what was obviously the
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  parking area, so I pulled over to its edge and stopped.
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  Margaret herself is coming to collect us, said Malcolm.
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  Fair enough, I replied, shrugging into my waterproof
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  jacket. It seemed Margaret had no
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  intention of making us wait in the rain for long.
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  Within 5 minutes we began to hear our approach, a rapid
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  rhythmic crunching sound as though several people were
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  running in step along with the gravel track.
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  There was an underlay by a background rattle and squeak,
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  and intermittently a sharper crack accompanied by a high
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  pitched feminine shout of the sort used to encourage horses.
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  Since my introduction to this group I've seen many impressive,
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  interesting, erotic and thoroughly bizarre sights.
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  But as our host disappeared on the track as it emerged from the
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  trees, my jaw literally dropped in astonishment from 50 meters
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  or so away. Margaret was a diminutive figure
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  dressed in riding boots and a green wax jacket with a brightly
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  colored headscarf tied tightly around her head.
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  She was wielding a long single tailed carriage whip and sitting
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  high in the driving seat of a small 4 wheel trap drawn by a
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  team of 6 male female human ponies harnessed in three pairs,
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  one in front of the other. They made an impressive and
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  somewhat alien sight. Even after my experience with
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  Malcolm and Chris's pony, they they had some slightly strange
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  but bottom heavy appearance that I had come to associate with
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  human ponies, especially males, which came from long term lack
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  of use of their arms. Their chest, though wide due to
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  the prolonged and the frequent physical exertion they endured,
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  had the muscular structure of A10 year old, while their legs
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  were toned with muscle, flexing and bunching like steel cables
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  as they moved at a jogging trot towards me.
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  Then there was this height, which, as they came closer,
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  became more and more apparent. I put this down to the strange
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  boots they were wearing, which were laced halfway up their
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  calves and in case their feet, and a bulbous flat bottom
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  veximile of a horse's hoove. I'd heard about such footwear,
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  but never saw it. I mean, the height of the pony
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  suggested the boots had been built up, and when their shape
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  had also been forced the wearer's feet into a near
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  vertical position, forcing them to run on tiptoe, I could only
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  imagine how uncomfortable they must have been.
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  And how much practice was required to enable them to stand
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  and let alone move at the pace they used Now the overall effect
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  has no doubt was intended. It was to give the ponies an
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  appearance that was no longer human.
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  This was magnified by their color.
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  All of them were completely naked apart from their harness,
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  but the color of their skin was not that of any human I'd ever
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  seen. Instead, they were the color of
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  horses. The leading pair was black, the
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  second pair was a chestnut brown, while the rear was a Gray
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  color. As they approached, I could see
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  that the color was not even patchy or or faded.
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  It was perhaps the result of some form of skin dye.
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  Each pony had individual markings which the combination
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  of white blazes on their faces dappled in white socks below
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  their knees. Whatever these men had been in
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  their previous lives, however they had ended up here.
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  It was difficult to see them as human as anything other than
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  beasts. Where proper place was in
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  harness, pulling the trap our host rode in.
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  I doubted that was how they saw themselves though.
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  Margaret slowed down, pulling back on the range she held,
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  which in turn stretched the corners of the pony's mouth,
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  causing them to lean back, digging their feet into the
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  gravel, trying to slow and relieve the painful pressure on
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  their mouths. Up close they had an imposing
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  physical presence, their height enhanced still further by their
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  hair, which was shaved into a mane like Mohegan and decorated
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  in a variety of styles with complicated plaits and
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  interwoven with ribbons which hung limply, dripping in the
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  rain. Now they stood at a rest,
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  breathing deeply. Their mouths opened against
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  their bits, maximizing the amount of air they drew in.
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  Their dyed skin glistened wetly. For all their apparent power,
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  all six were tightly controlled and restrained helplessly to do
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  anything but what they really wanted to do.
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  Their arms of all were pulled firmly back behind their backs,
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  encased in a tight leather glove that reached their shoulders and
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  was secured across their chest with buckled leather straps.
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  The reins which Margaret held were attached to a large silver
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  ring at each end of the pony's pits, while a rein led to the
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  back of the tail, held their heads up and appeared to
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  minimize side to side movement. Large blinkers attached to a web
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  of straps across the upper part of the head further limited the
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  animals field of view to straight ahead, while a thick
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  brass ring hung from the nose of each onto their upper lips.
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  I could see several of the ponies trying to twist their
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  upper bodies to see us. As my gaze moved lower I could
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  see that each pony's penises were heavily restrained, fitted
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  inside what seemed to be a very hard plastic sheath, the same
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  colour as their skin, which forced the cock back between its
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  legs. Inevitably, a tail also jutted
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  from the rear of their beast, although unlike Malcolm and
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  Chris's ponies, the tail seemed to sit somewhat above the ass,
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  roughly level with the tailbone, while the orifice itself was
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  stretched around some contraption that appeared more
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  complex than a simple plug. My inspection was interrupted by
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  Margaret who, dropping her whip handled first in two, a holder
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  on the side of the trap and picking up a shorter leather
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  crop, stepped down and approached, a gloved hand
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  extended and a smile fixed on her face that didn't quite reach
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  my eyes. Hello again, Malcolm.
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  She said in a friendly enough tone.
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  It's good to see you again then, turning to me.
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  And you must be Jake. Your reputation precedes you.
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  Thank you, I'm glad to hear it. I replied, dried mouth and with
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  more confidence than I felt. I was unaccountably nervous.
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  I had immediately sensed something about this woman that
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  was unsettling, although I couldn't figure out what.
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  It wasn't as if she looked like an axe murderer, or even the
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  slave owner that she was. In fact, she looked quite
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  scruffy. The waxed coat was discoloured,
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  her headscarf frayed and I could see bits of straw stuck to her
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  sleeves. But what I noticed first was her
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  sheer confidence. There was none of the slight
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  diffidence one often encountered when meeting women for the first
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  time. Instead, her manner was distant
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  and more than a little haughty, as though she was looking down
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  from a great height on insects that were below her.
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  She noticed and had great disgust for her.
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  It was an obvious thing, just as a sense that I had got from the
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  way she held herself and spoke. Otherwise she appeared as what
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  she was, a short, somewhat dumpy woman, about 50 years old, with
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  a finely lined face over good bone structure, which, combined
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  with her almond shaped cold black eyes, had probably once
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  made her something of a looker. I do hope it's deserved, she
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  said matter of factly. I could really make use of
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  talents like yours. Magnificent, aren't they?
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  She said with a sudden change of tack, nodding towards the team.
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  Absolutely, I replied. I myself had no direct erotic
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  interest in pony boys, but their situation, the way they had been
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  reduced the status of livestock and were utterly controlled by
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  this woman, held an intense erotic fascination in the same
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  way as Malcolm and Chris's ponies.
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  Malcolm was probably different. I knew trippers serviced both
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  him and Chris at home, while I simply enjoyed the strict,
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  degrading helplessness of the six harnessed ponies and was
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  glad at the length of my waterproof coat concealing the
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  twitch I felt in my cock. I imagine Malcolm was taking in
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  their fine physical form and wondering at the possibilities.
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  I wondered briefly what it was that Margaret enjoyed about her
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  livestock. Possibly she was strangely
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  similar to myself, enjoying her power and control, but with an
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  added ideology derived enhancement of proving her own
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  superiority over the male of the species.
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  Yes, I must apologize about their disparate appearance.
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  There's some of my show ponies and my new grooms have been
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  practising their main work this morning.
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  I think they look very imposing. I've never seen ponies look like
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  them before. Malcolm had similar noises, but
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  Margaret she wasn't listening, for she had turned to look at
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  the pony behind her, the middle chestnut with a white blaze
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  running up the center of his face and a white sock peeking
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  above his left hoof boot. Oh for God's sake, Primrose,
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  stop fidgeting. She barked.
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  Primrose had been shifting its feet, moving the gravel with a
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  slight crunching sound and whining audibly in his throat,
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  forming background of our brief conversation.
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  It had impinged on my subconscious while we'd been
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  talking, but with the noise of the wind and the trees and the
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  creak of leather and sound of breathing from the other ponies,
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  it had not been really distracting.
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  Margaret was not so forgiving, and she reached up and grabbed
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  the pony's bridle, lashing the crop down onto his thigh as she
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  did so. Primrose gave a high pitched
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  Yelp from behind his bit and tried to dance sideways away
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  from the threatening crop, but his mistress held him firm.
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  She's so jumpy and I'll disciplined these days, it's
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  becoming an issue I'll have to deal with.
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  She must have seemed puzzled at the use of the feminine pronoun,
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  which changed to astonishment as I began to look at Primrose more
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  closely. Previously the pony had been
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  mostly hidden behind the front pair, but now I could see that
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  although he was one of similar height to the others, his
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  profile was more rounded, his leg muscles more defined,
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  especially his ass, while his chest sported 2 small breasts
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  with large pink nibbles that were tightly bounded to fleshy
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  knobs that jiggled as he shifted.
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  Primrose is one of my mares, she said.
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  When I first acquired her, she was an almost unmanageable
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  stallion. I think before she'd been some
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  sort of corporate executive. We're very familiar with the
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  type here. Ruthlessly ambitious,
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  overbearing, manipulative and aggressive.
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  A note of contempt had crept into her voice, and in
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  Primrose's case, with belief that she was invincible and
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  immune to retribution for her actions.
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  All that made her unmanageable by her own normal methods.
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  When she arrived here, she tended to kick butt and bite, Or
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  try to at least. That all changed after I had her
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  gilded and put on some hormone treatment, didn't it, Primrose?
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  She shook the pony's bridle as she said it, but all the hapless
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  beasts could do was continue to stare down at the ground, her
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  head almost immobilized by her harness and restraints.
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  Margaret released the bridle and turned back to us.
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  I wondered what story lay behind Primrose's acquisition and
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  enslavement. Had the young executive fallen
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  foul to a female rival, one of Margaret's fellow Blake's
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  sorority members who had marked him for abduction, I doubted I
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  would ever know. She's much more biddable now,
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  but very skittish too, so much that it overcomes her training
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  sometimes. I have her covered regularly by
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  one of the stallions, either 2 or 4 legged to counter it.
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  Most of the mayors need it now and again.
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  He keeps them in line and offers an incentive for the other
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  ponies. Margaret was looking at us, and
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  especially me as she spoke, her eyes appraising gouging
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  reactions. I realized there were layers of
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  meaning in her words. On the surface she was
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  explaining the poor behavior of her livestock, covering all the
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  embarrassment. At any level.
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  She was reminding Primrose of her place, debasing her still
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  further, especially in front of two other males.
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  But there was a deeper level to it, a statement and a threat.
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  That said, as Primrose is now, so do I want you to be,
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  especially if you cross me. As she finished speaking,
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  Margaret suddenly made a face. Oh, silly me, I, I completely
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  forgot. No wonder Primrose was
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  fidgeting. She rummaged in her coat pocket
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  and brought out what appeared to be a small silver remote
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  control. Glancing at it, she pressed a
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  button and I heard a series of faint metallic clicks from the
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  direction of the ponies. Almost immediately, liquid began
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  splashing and streaming onto the track as Primrose and most of
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  her team mates let loose streams of urine which jetted backwards
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  between their legs and under their tails, directed by the
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  sheaths they wore. It's a useful device.
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  One of our techie types cooked it up.
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  I don't really want ponies letting loose whenever and
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  wherever they like. I mean, the same goes for other
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  waste which is controlled by the gate they all have inserted in
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  their ass. I was appalled and impressed in
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  equal measure at the level of control this woman exerted over
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  her ponies. There was almost nothing they
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  could do without her control. Blinking and breathing seemed to
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  be about it. If that Malcolm had said was
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  correct, she was a moderate within the Blake Society.
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  I dreaded to think what it was more like with other extreme
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  members and what they were capable of.
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  Despite the chill I felt at the thought, I couldn't deny a
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  certain admiration for my Hostess.
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  I found what she had shown me was something that I could use
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  in my own future, with my own possible pets or prisoners.
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  That's really impressive. I said.
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  She looked at me quickly, seeming to check my sincerity,
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  but seemed satisfied and turned to Malcolm.
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  I understand you're in the market for some ponies Malcolm.
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  That's right Margaret, I'm still interested if you have any.
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  You think or like, you know, possible that you'd want to
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  sell? Oh yes, I had a few fresh
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  acquisitions in the last week or so.
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  They're in the paddock at the moment.
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  Care to take a look on the way to the house?
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  You don't mind, do you, Jake? The last sounded more like a
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  statement or an order than a question, but I smiled and and
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  nodded and went along with it. Margaret climbed back onto her
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  trap and took up her riding whip and readiness while Malcolm and
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  I retrieved our things from the car and took up the seats on
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  either side of her. She cracked the whip and
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  obediently they leaned into the traces.
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  What else could they realistically do?
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  Totally restrained and controlled as they were, our
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  Hostess swung the trap in wide circle and quickly the team
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  found its rhythm, the trap creaking slightly as it assumed
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  steady swing motion. We were seated rather high than
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  on the smaller vehicle Malcolm and Chris used on their farm,
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  which made me feel vulnerable yet somehow more exhilarated as
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  the ponies began pounding along the straight track through the
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  trees, urged on by their mistresses.
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  Whip. From my vantage, I had a good
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  view of the team working their tails swinging from side to
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  side, giving glimpses of the metal and plastic contraption
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  which stretched and plugged their asses as her hooves
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  pounded into the gravel in unison.
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  The track ran along the edge of a lightly wooded area which gave
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  some shelter from the drizzle, though there was regular large
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  wet splats of water dripping from the overhanging leaves.
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  To the left was an open Parkland with a sparser scatter of trees,
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  while on the right of the woods rose onto the lower slopes of
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  one of the high Lakeland fells. As the track rounded a large
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  shallow bend, a large house came into view, all Victorian Gothic
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  front and greystone that made it look like it was hewn living
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  from the forbidding landscape in which it was set.
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  The track we were on eventually swept to the left to end in
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  front of the house in a wide circle with a colorful flower
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  bed in its center. But we turned off the main route
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  and went to the right, down a shallow slope and into some
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  denser trees, which after a few moments opened up to reveal a
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  group of buildings. Those nearest were, I assumed,
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  the house's original stables. They were built to the same
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  stone and in the same Gothic style as the house we'd passed,
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  even down to the gargoyle rain spout at the corners of the
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  eaves. They were arranged around the
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  three sides, and the fourth side of which I could glimpse over
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  the roofs, opened into a wide grassy field dotted with a few
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  small trees. Beyond the barn was a cluster of
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  more moderate agricultural buildings, their grey sheet
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  metal roofs shining in the rain. Margaret guided the trap
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  expertly through an open gate and into the barn slowly, the
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  team. As she did so, the surface
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  changed from gravel to concrete, and so did the sound of the
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  pony's hoofs, which now rang out with a harsh clatter which
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  echoed slightly from the surrounding stone walls.
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  I looked closely and the flash of silver on the soles of their
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  boots revealed what the sound suggested, that they were all in
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  horseshoes. For a moment I wondered why on
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  earth Margaret would go to that much trouble, but then it hit
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  me. The sound was every bit a part
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  of their subjugation as the harnesses, the gags and and the
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  absolute control she exerted over every other aspect of their
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  existence. The sound their feet made on the
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  concrete was exactly the same as that of which biological horses
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  made. It was psychological
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  reinforcement of their status as animals.
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  I was impressed at the attention to detail Margaret showed every
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  slave. As the carriage drew to a halt
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  in the center of the concrete barn, I could see it was a
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  positive hive of activity about the reigning desertion of the
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  surrounding countryside and the drive from the gate.
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  Off to one side was a young black girl, no more than 17 or
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  18, very smartly turned out, but with calf length riding boots, a
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  tweed jacket and a blouse with high white stock, the very image
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  of an upper class English horse woman.
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  The outfit did not particularly flatter her figure, which was
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  fairly full with wide hips and a buxom chest straining against
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  the buttons of her jacket. Her face was round and flat with
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  dark, deeply set eyes, while her tightly curled hair was gathered
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  at the back of her head in the net.
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  She wore brown leather riding boots, gripping a crop in one
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  hand and a taut leash in the other, which was connected to
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  the nose ring of the tall male pony.
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  This one looked to be in his late 20s and rather less
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  experienced than those in the team pulling our carriage.
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  For a start, his hide hadn't been strained and the Mohican
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  haircut looked very new, the short strip of hair flanked by
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  the bright white of the shaved sides.
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  As with the others, his arms were secured behind him in a
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  tight leather glove. A tail protruded from his ass
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  and his his cock was firmly secured, pointed backwards
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  between his legs. The girl had evidently been
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  correcting him as his ass and his back were very red.
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  Even on his thighs they were fresh with red whelps left by a
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  crop or a whip. He tried to turn his head to
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  look at us as we came to a halt, but was prevented from doing so
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  by a sharp jerk on the taut leash which forced him to bend
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  forwards. Ignoring Malcolm and myself, she
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  raised her hand to Margaret and greeted her.
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  Hallo, ma'am. Hallo, Anita, replied Margaret,
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  how was your project going? Quite well, ma'am, but slowly.
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  I've just been in the ring training him on the leading
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  rain, but he's a slow learner. He's either stupid or
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  disobedient. Margaret laughed.
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  He's clever enough, Anita. He's just a typical male, lazy
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  and defiant. Remember your lessons from
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  school. These are basic male
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  psychological traits and need to be broken if they manifest.
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  Anita was nodding and looking very obedient herself.
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  Of course I should know that I did those courses when I was 13.
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  She sounded embarrassed and apologetic.
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  Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it.
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  Theory and a few classroom demonstrations are very well,
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  but there's no substitution for real experience.
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  And that's why you're here with me now.
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  Water him, settle him in a stall but don't feed him.
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  See if that helps his attitude tomorrow morning.
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  If not then we'll go over some other options.
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  Thank you ma'am. Said Anita.
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  By this time Malcolm and I had climbed down from the trap and
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  the girl, our Hostess and beckon was standing waiting patiently.
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  She was dressed identically to Anita.
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  I could only assume the girls were the groomers and Margaret
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  had referred to and and that was their typical uniform.
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  It suited this girl more than it had Anita.
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  She was much more slightly built, petite and blonde, with a
• 26:32
  narrow, delicate face, Big Blue eyes and a blonde braid that was
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  coiled in a net the nape of her neck.
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  Her eyes flicked around towards us, registering some degree of
• 26:43
  curiosity, but also a coldness that was almost glacial.
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  It was evident she considered us beneath her concern.
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  Oh, Brittany, I need you to do a couple of things for me.
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  The girl's eyes lingered coldly on us, a slight sneer playing
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  around her lips. Brittany, please be more polite.
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  These are my guess, your full attention please.
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  Brittany jumped slightly, her eyes snap to Margaret's face,
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  Malcolm and I momentarily forgotten.
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  Now please harness the ponies and make sure my guess things
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  are taken to their rooms. Yes ma'am.
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  And Brittany, Yes ma'am. I think Primrose needs to be
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  covered again, she has been quite skittish.
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  Which stallion should I use ma'am?
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  Well which one do you think Brittany?
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  Brittany thought for a moment. I might say Bandit ma'am as he
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  hasn't had any release for over four months now, but his
• 27:40
  attitude to the saddle seems like it's more desired and I
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  don't want to reward that. But instead I'd I'd like to try
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  mustard, It will be my first time.
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  And he hasn't had relief since he was captured 3 months ago.
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  He's not the obvious choice, but I think he's become quite
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  docile. So much so that I think he might
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  have a makings of a good girl pony.
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  Excellent Brittany, I like your thinking.
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  You have the makings of a good pony trainer.
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  I could see Brittany was pleased with her praise.
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  Now get it organized and I'll check with you later how it
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  went. Very well, ma'am.
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  She turned on her heel, grabbed the reins of the lead pair of
• 28:21
  the trap team, and snapping her crop against the animal's ass,
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  she LED them towards the stable on the other side of the yard.
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  These girls are my groomers. They're the daughters of fellow
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  sorority members. Anna Such are born, raised and
• 28:38
  educated to dominance and control.
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  They certainly seem to know what they're doing.
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  I replied. More than any other occasion
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  since my induction into this new world of slaves and their
• 28:48
  owners, I felt as though I was through the licking glass and
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  uncharted and threatening territory.
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  Margaret looked at me. Oh, they do.
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  They're all graduates of the sorority schools, which teach
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  subjects and skills very much absent for most conventional
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  curriculums. But it equips them to further
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  our organization's aims. I simply provide girls with an
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  interest in controlling males in this way, with practical
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  experience, like Anita's project, said Malcolm.
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  Exactly, she's been involved in his control from the very
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  beginning. She identified him from the pool
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  of possible candidates last year.
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  I think he was a teacher of some kind.
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  Then she planned and took part in his capture before he was
• 29:33
  brought here for training. As she's chosen.
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  What will happen when she's finished?
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  I inquired. Well, he's her pony to do
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  whatever she wants. She'll pay me to keep him here
• 29:45
  or take him away and house him somewhere else.
• 29:48
  She might even sell him. It's entirely up to her.
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  Despite my resolution, I could feel a chill at the base of my
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  spine. In the group we kept and
• 29:58
  disposed of slaves in much the same way, but most of us still
• 30:03
  saw them as people, and that was one of the reasons we enjoyed
• 30:06
  it. Power over our fellow human
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  beings. This was different.
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  There was something in these women that suggested the hapless
• 30:13
  males in their care were nothing more than animals.
• 30:16
  To them it felt like an alternate universe, and a highly
• 30:20
  erotic yet dangerous one at that.
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  Shall we go to the barn, Malcolm, There's a good
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  selection of stock for you to look over.
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  He nodded and turned, heading off by Helen's side along with a
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  poured concrete path that led between two of the stable blocks
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  and out of the courtyard. Not without a little
• 30:37
  trepidation. I followed them.
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  The end. Thank you again for listening.
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  And until then, may all your fantasies become realities.