It’s every little girl’s dream to own a pony. It was certainly mine.
Well now I own at least two but with only four legs between them! They
are human pony boys and last week I took them both out to my secret
location in the woods for a spot of carriage driving. Imagine being
driven in a pony and trap pulled by a naked boy eager to pull along
his mistress and fearful of the horse whip. I, of course, was only too
happy to crack the whip. Well, a pony has to learn who’s boss. My aim
was to train the perfect little pony – one that did exactly what it
was told and obeys his mistress’ instructions to the letter. When I
say ‘giddy up’ I mean it’ when I order, ‘trot’, they trot – or else.
Well, pony boy was waiting for me in the woodland glade and little
known to him, there was a fellow slave also stark naked in the forest.
The two boys had a further surprise – the presence of the stately
domina, Mistress Serena, looking especially gorgeous in her riding
jacket and boots. She also wielded a swishy horsewhip in case either
pony misbehaved, which of course they did.
My first instruction to my pony was to put on his leather harness.
This was then attached by Mistress Serena to the ornate two-wheeled
carriage – like Boudica’s chariot. We then chained the second naked
boy to the back of the cart. Then we were ready for my ride.
I took my seat and with a sharp crack of the whip against the pony’s
back, we were off. At first pony boy was a little too slow – lots of
puffing and panting as he laboured and sweated to transport his owner.
Feeling a little let down, I barked the order to go into a trot – or
else. A few swishes of my cruel whip did the trick and pony boy got
the message written as a red welt on his shoulders. I also made it
very clear that I expected him to lift his legs and to place his arms
in a horsey position. I thoroughly enjoyed the ride which was made
even more fun by the naked boy being pulled along behind. Words and
whips of encouragement were also given by Serena whose cruel streaks
never fail to amaze even me. I had even more fun by urging my pony to
do some dressage steps. His pathetic attempts at clip-clopping his
legs made his two mistresses laugh out loud at the pathetic pony
antics. After a while, pony boy got exhausted and so we swapped
horses. Rear boy became front boy. He was a little slow at getting his
harness fixed to the cart, so we gave him a few good whacks.
Mistress Serena decided she wanted to be in the driver’s seat. The
imperious madame ordered the new pony to go into a gallop. He
constantly let her down. That really angered me. I can’t stand ponies
who won’t learn. So when the drive was over, I tied the wayward pony
(more of an ass) to a tree. I also clamped his useless nipples and
gave him a sound thrashing with a riding crop. I had the great idea to
tie his clamped nipples to the tree so that each time he flinched at
the stroke of the crop, the chains pulled ever harder on his nipples.
He cried in pain – only to elicit more laughter from his two
mistresses. We then left him tied to the tree for at least an hour
while we two mistresses had a picnic, a pitcher and a wee pee in the
We felt that the ponies had been properly trained by now – more like
family pets. It’s amazing what a little horsing around can achieve.