Tracey at Pony Beach

By GreyRose

Tracey finishes adding a new layer of tanning oil and lay's back on the beach chair, relaxing in the gentle warmth of the seaside sun.  At first she couldn't believe that Emily from the office invited her along on her trip.  But even though they rarely had talked at work, the brunette told her how she hated visiting the beach alone as guys always hit on her if she didn't have someone with her and besides this place was so interesting she wanted to show the beach to someone new.

And the beach was really something to see!  The sand was firm yet soft underfoot and the water was clear and perfect for swimming in.  But the real thing that separated this beach from all the others Tracey had ever been to was that slave owners brought their slaves here to tan and get exercise.  And this included the owners who wanted places to take their specialized slave pets out to public places as well.

Tracey had learned through Emily that this particular beach had quickly become a place that pony-girl owners had adopted as a preferred location to bring their pets.  Something to do with the sand being better than dirt on the pony's when they were running.  Tracey didn't mind as she felt less threatened by the leather harnessed pony-girls than she did by the completely naked slave girls.  (Tracey was always worried the somehow she would loose her clothes and be mistaken for an slave girl!)

In fact she felt more than a little turned on by the sight of the pony-girls as they pranced and raced about the beach.  There was something about how they stood and moved in their harness that gave them a sort of constrained elegance, that gave them a special air that gave her a tingle deep in her belly.

Tracey blushed as she realized that she was getting turned on by thinking about the nearby pony-girls.  In an effort to change her thoughts from erotic fantasy, Tracey thought again of how surprised she had been that Emily had invited her along for this weekend.  She had always thought that Emily was jealous of Tracey's more voluptuous figure and how the bloke's at the office were always doing more fantasizing about the beautiful blonde's larger breasts or  round bum over the brunette's less curvy figure.  She glanced over at the bar, where Emily had gone to order their next round of frosty drinks, when she saw that the dark haired girl was waving at someone off to one side.

Shading her eyes Tracey could see that Emily was heading over to meet a gent that had a very healthy looking blonde pony-girl pulling his cart.  The two greeted each other and began an animated conversation, the impatient pony-girl stamping her hoof waiting for her driver to give the command to move again.  She could see Emily point in her direction and Tracey waved back when the driver turned in her direction.

The two quickly finished their chat and Emily headed back to where Tracey was lounging, while the driver pointed his pony and cart off towards the protected stall's where such carts were parked.  Tracey couldn't take her eyes of the prancing pony-girl as her driver guided the cart out of sight.

Realizing that her body was responding to her thoughts about pony-girls, Tracey adjusted her white bikini in an effort to hide her stiffening nipples.  She hoped that the blush she was feeling would be gone by the time Emily returned or that it would be written off as being from the sun.

"Hey Tracey!"  Emily called in greeting as she got back to the chairs the two girls had claimed when they got to the beach.  "An old friend just arrived and I was wondering if you were interested in meeting him?"

Tracey's heart started racing at the thought of being face to face with the real live pony-girl, but she tried to cover her excitement when she replied.  "That bloke you were talking with?  I'm up for meeting your friend, but I wouldn't want to take up his time."

"Oh John just loves to show off his pony-girls, it's one of the reasons he brings them to the beach.  So I can tell you it won't be any imposition.  When I told him this was your first time at the beach and how much you were enjoying everything here he said he would love to show you his pony-girl.  She's a fairly new pet and this trip is a reward for her doing so well in her training.  He probably wants to see how well she does in a public scene. So by coming over you'd probably be doing him a favor!"

Having noticed the way that the busty blonde had been watching the pony-girls and how she reacted whenever one got close, Emily knew that Tracey really wanted to go.  Grabbing the hesitant girls arm in one hand and both girls bags in the other, "Come on!  He'll need a few minutes to secure the cart and to unhook the pony-girl, but if we wait too long he will be on the beach and we'll have a harder time catching up to him!"

Focusing on keeping her breathing under control and trying to not show how excited she really was, Tracey let herself be pulled along in the brunette's wake.  It only took a few moments to catch up to Emily's friend John and they discovered he had just finished un-hitching the pony-girl.  Tracey was stunned when the harnessed pony-girl, turned and they were face-to-face.  She couldn't see the pony's eyes or her face as John had the blinders down almost blocking all of the slaves vision.  The pony-girl could not to see them as the blinders on her head-harness only allowed for her to see the ground directly in front of her.

Unseen by Tracey, Emily and John exchanged a quick knowing smile.  

Emily nudged the enraptured Tracey, "Tracey, I'd like you to meet my friend John.  John this is Tracey  she's the one I brought to the beach today.  As I said this is her first visit to Pony Beach and she seems to be enjoying all it has to offer."  The beautiful brunette acted as if she had not noticed her blonde companion's reaction to being face-to-face with the harnessed slave pet.

Tracey struggled to act as if nothing unusual had occurred, she flushed with embarrassment at how being so close to a pony-girl was affecting her.  With a deep breath she turned and spoke to....John his name was John..... and he was holding the reins of the blonde pony-girl.  "John, so nice to meet you.  I like your pony-girl....uh... your girl's harness... uhm..."  The embarrassed blonde floundered in her attempts to make small talk not focused on the pony-girl standing at attention before her.

John acted as if nothing unusual had happened, turned and stroked a nipple on the patiently waiting pony-girl.  "Very nice to meet you as well Tracey.  I am quite proud of my little pony-girl here, she's done very well in her recent training and I want to test her in front of a crowd."

John and Emily chatted amiably for a few moments before Tracey was able to get enough control of herself to join in.  Initially remaining quiet and docile, after a while the pony-girl started stomping her hoof.

John noticed that the pony-girl was becoming restless and chuckled, "Well it seems that my pet is eager to be played with!"  With his crop he reached out and stroked the slave pet's crotch, her reaction was instantaneous.  She flexed her legs wider and arched her back to press harder on the crop, a deep groan of pleasure  followed.  With a laugh John stopped and walked out of the stall, pulling the harnessed slave with him, her grunts of disappointment being ignored.

Tracey stared horror-struck at the pony-girl's response, it was not that of an aroused woman, it was the instinctive reaction of an animal!  And her own body flushed in sympathetic arousal.

Emily asked a final question as the pony-girl's owner made his way out of the privacy of the cart stall.  "John, do you still carry a spare pony-girl harness?  Tracey hasn't ever seen one up close before and I was thinking she might like to examine one."  Her tone was infused with an artificial innocence, that Tracey completely missed as her excitement jumped even higher with the thought of handling a real pony-girl harness!

"Hmm....why yes I do.  It's in the rear compartment, I trust you to handle the harness properly.  As I recall, you've harnessed a pony-girl a time or two."  With a casual wave and a flick of the reins, John put the aroused pony-girl into motion and they headed out to the open beach area.

Tracey could feel her face flush with the excitement, yet again, "Now Emily I wouldn't want to..."

Emily brushed aside the blonde's halfhearted excuse, "Now Tracey, I don't know of any girl that would pass up a chance to look over a slave harness as they usually look forward to putting the harness to its proper use."  Tracey did not catch that her brunette companion's comment could be taken in  different ways.  Her thoughts were lost in fantasy's of pony-girl slaves prancing to the commands of their owners.

Emily led the slightly dazed Tracey over to the pony cart, and opened the rear storage box.  It wasn't very large and laying on top were several bundles of leather straps.  After a quick sort, Emily first pulled out a head-harness and handed it to Tracey.  Smiling at the way the blonde's breathing quickened upon contact with the leather and steel of the harness, "This is the pony-girl's halter, it goes about her head....."

Seeing that Tracey was mesmerized by the halter, Emily quietly pulled the body harness out of the box and slipped it around the blonde's waist.  She had it buckled snugly before Tracey pulled herself together enough to protest.

"What are you doing?!?  That's for slave girls to wear, I'm a free woman!"  Tracey didn't know what to do with her hands, as they were tangled in the pony-girl halter and she couldn't free them to pull at the body harness.  Her confusion played into the brunette's plan.

"Oh Tracey, haven't you ever wondered what a slave felt as she was put into one of these harnesses?  You are obviously dressed as a free woman, after all what owner would let their slave run around in even a teeny-weeny bikini like yours?"  Giggling as her words elicited an excited shimmy from the dazed and panting blonde.

"Come on, just play along, hmmm?  We're here in a secluded spot, and you are still dressed.  It's just you and me here, just us girls, right?"  Even as she spoke to coax Tracey into agreeing to continue, Emily pulled the body harness shoulder straps into place.

Blushing at how the leather harness that wrapped her body was making her feel, Tracey didn't trust herself to speak.  Only a shaky movement of the head that could be called a nod indicated her willingness to continue the game.

With a smile of triumph, that was hidden from Tracey, Emily double checked that the wide waist belt was secure.  If Tracey had been fully thinking she might have noticed that the waist belt of this harness was more of a leather corset with quarter cups that would give perfect support to large breasts such as hers and it was perfectly sized for someone like her.  However she did notice that the bikini prevented everything from fitting perfectly.

To make sure she finished before Tracey could change her mind, Emily quickly made sure that the shoulder straps were not quite snugged down, and had only loosely buckled the crotch straps.  Anyone who had ever harnessed a pony-girl would instantly recognize how wrong that was.

Next Emily pushed Tracey back against the pony cart and pulled out some knee high boots.  With obvious practice she had Tracey laced into them very quickly.  She followed this with a pair of hoof gloves, she took Tracey's right hand which left the pony-girl halter in the blonde's other hand.  It was Emily's taking the head-harness and setting it down that finally allowed Tracey to pull herself together to speak.  But she wasn't able to put her protest into words until after both of her hands were fully enclosed in the hoof gloves.

"um Emily...I'm not sure about this..."  The increasingly breathless blonde was dazed and confused by what wearing the body harness and everything else was doing to her, Tracey was having a very hard time focusing enough to protest what her companion was doing to her.

"Oh Tracey, you wouldn't want to miss out on wearing the full kit now would you?" giggle "You really have to wear the full thing to get the full effect....you know for later?"  giggle

Ignoring Tracey's protests, Emily captures Tracey's right wrist and closes a strap about it on the waist harness on Tracey's right hip, quickly followed by pinning her left wrist to her left hip.

"uh..hum..." Tracey's far from eloquent response showed she was in the perfect head space for where Emily wanted her to be.

"Now lets see you walk about."  Taking the harnessed girl by her elbow, Emily forces Tracey to start walking about.  At first Tracey is very hesitant and unsteady, acting very much like a new born foal trying its legs for the very first time.

Tracey found herself catching on very quickly with Emily's assistance, learning how to balance with her pinioned arms and in these so very odd hoof boots.  The hoof boots arched her foot more than even the highest heels she had ever worn, and she fell back on childhood ballet lessons on walking on her toes and putting no weight on the heel of her foot at all.

"That's it!  My if I didn't know better, I'd say you were born to be a pony-girl!  Now lets get your outfit completed!"  With that said, Emily picked up the halter and lifted it above the blonde's head.

Seeing the other girl was about to put the halter on her, Tracey tried to put a foot down (completely forgetting that she no longer had feet, just hooves), "Now Emily I think that yooo  grgll aroo ooin oo ar!"

Emily is amused at the bound blonde's almost words, and takes her time to make sure the halter is properly settled and pulled tight.  She makes sure that all of Tracey's hair is pulled back into a ponytail, and that the bit of the harness is properly pinning Tracey's tongue and garbling her words completely.  She follows this by attaching the shoulder straps to the halter that will prevent the bound girl from being able to turn her head at all.

"There now, almost the perfect picture of a pony-girl!  Just a few more adjustments and you'll be fully kitted out!"  With these words Emily pulls loose the ties on Tracey's tiny white bikini and yanks the cloth free of the bound blonde's body.

With the removal of the clothing that marks her as a free woman, Tracey squeals in dismay.  This sign of displeasure having just as much effect as her earlier protests.

Emily pulls out some reins from the cart box as Tracey prances about the space trying to free herself from the pony-girl harness.  The blonde girls antics bring a smile to Emily's face.  Concentrating, Emily picks her moment and catches one of the rings dangling from one side of the bar running through Tracey's mouth.  After that it is easy for her to attach one end of the reins to that ring and pull hard, forcing Tracey to face her with the discomfort of the bit silencing her.

"Now I've got you in my power my pretty!"  Emily snarls menacingly at Tracey.  Tracey snorts and try's to pull free of the other girls grasp on the reins.  "Tracey!  You do realize that if you keep making all this noise someone's going to come in here and see a slave giving her owner a hard time.  Of course they will want to help me punishing you for being bad!  But then you might just want that very thing!"

The thought of being found naked except for the pony-girl's harness and bonds, freezes Tracey in her tracks.  She can feel the humiliation of just the thought of such a thing happening as it brings a deep blush to her face spreading on down to her now exposed breasts.  The accompanying excitement causes her thighs to grind together in an instinctive attempt to satisfy the desire in her loins.

The bound girl blinks in helpless despair.  Which pulls a very unladylike snort from the suddenly giggling brunette.  "Oh Tracey!  If only you could see your face right now!!"  Emily collapses against the now completely confused Tracey in a fit of giggling.

"What you must think of me!"  Emily is finally able to gasp out as she gains control of herself.

Realizing that being so mean was a stretch way beyond any of the rumors that she had heard about the gasping brunette before her.  "Ooo iss is aw a aawaa?"

"Tracey you are so cute like this!  But this is just to give you the flavor of what a pony-girl goes through every day!"  Her laughter finally elicits some chuckling from the helplessly bound Tracey.

"Now lets finish getting you properly set as a pony-girl should be."  Emily checks all the straps on the harness making sure to properly tighten the shoulder and crotch straps now that the bikini had been removed.  She takes her time in positioning the crotch straps exactly, one to each side of Tracey's delicate lips.  Once sure of their placement, Emily pulls them tight with a snap, the suddenness pulling a loud squeal from the surprised Tracey.

Tracey tries frantically to control the surges of feeling flooding her body and mind in reaction to these latest tormenting straps.  While Tracey is distracted, Emily pulls out the final set of straps putting a wide cuff about each bicep, this is followed by another strap that pulls the blondes arms together behind her back.  This final strap forces Tracey's large breasts out before her, presenting them for attention.

"I saw the way you watched all the pony-girl's as they went back and forth on the beach.  I could tell that they way they had to bring their knees up in a prance really got you going!  So you are going to prance just like that for me right here."  Emily gives Tracey several feet of rein and pulls out a light crop from the box at the back of the pony cart.

Because the stall has only has enough space to turn the cart around, there isn't a lot of maneuvering room, but Emily forces her helpless companion to start her lesson on prancing.  Tracey is only able to take tiny steps because of how hard it is for her to walk in these hoof boots.  The swishing of the crop in the brunette's hand gives the helpless blonde all the extra incentive she needs to work hard.

Tracey quickly finds herself lost inside herself as she starts to respond more and more naturally to the commands she is being given.  "Very good pony-girl!  You have really caught on quickly!  Now to train you in trust as well as obedience."  Emily steps up and adjusts the blinders on the pony-girl's halter, so that now she can only see the ground directly in front of her feet and nothing more.

Tracey snorts her displeasure at the almost complete loss of sight.  Emily snaps the other end of the reins on the ring on the other side of Tracey's harnessed head.  The testing of their control forces Tracey to turn her entire body from side to side, since she can not turn her head at all.  And when both reins are pulled at the same time, the bit in Tracey's mouth presses very uncomfortably until the pressure is removed.

Once she is satisfied with her control and Tracey's responses, Emily starts having Tracey prance about again, this way and that until she can tell that her blonde pony is once more mindlessly obeying.  It isn't until Tracey can feel the sun on her skin that she realizes that the sand she can see before her is brightly lit by the sun.  Which meant that they were now outside of the pony-girl's stall and out on the public beach!

Tracey comes to an immediate stop, the pony harness forcing her to maintain the correct pony-girl posture, and grunts her refusal to proceed any further.

Emily comes up behind Tracey and wraps her arms about the reluctant pony-girl's waist, in a voice as sweet as honey and whispered into Tracey's ear, "Now Tracey, if you don't do exactly as I say......  If you don't prance in the very sexy way I know you can..... I will take photo's and spread them all over the office and everywhere on the internet.  I'll make sure your face shows very, very clearly and I'll post your name, number and address with every photo!  Do you understand me?"  Her hands wander in different directions, one up one down.

Tracey can only shudder in combined humiliation and sexual heat, and realizes that she is beyond helpless and at the brunette's mercy.  With a feeble whinny, Tracey discovers that she can nod her head, and does so.  Giving herself over to the other, the harnessed blonde can feel the juices of her passion leaking down the insides of her legs.

"Good Girl! Talley-Ho!"  With a flick of the reins Emily urges her pony-girl forward, and with a shudder Tracey steps out, knee's pumping in a proper pony prance.  For several minutes Tracey is guided about the beach, first this way then that, stopping then starting again.  In self defense she quickly looses herself in that shadowy-dream place she had first found in the cart stall.  Leaving all decisions, all responsibility to whomever holds her reins.

"Now what's all this?"  Tracey is pulled back to the real world as she recognizes John's voice, and can hear the restrained laughter behind the words.  Once again her humiliation crashes in on her, naked and harnessed like an animal in front of someone who knows her as a free woman!

"Hi John!  Would you believe it?  As I showed her the harness she begged me to put it on her, then once it was all there she demanded to be shown what it was like to be a pony-girl!  Well one thing led to another and here we are.  Doesn't she make a perfect slave pet?  Emily's voice carries pride in her pony-girl's accomplishments.

Tracey couldn't believe what she had just heard, Emily made it sound like she had ASKED for what was now happening to her!  Since Tracey was still effectively blindfolded, she could not see the self-congratulatory smiles John & Emily exchanged.  She had no way of knowing that this was not the first time these two had done this.

Keeping his tone innocent sounding John replied, "Well now, this is a most delightful turn of events.  Here I have a pony-girl and now you have one too.  Lets put them through their paces side-by-side, hmmmm?"

Tracey was stunned by Emily's laughing agreement.  The following passage of time felt like days to the helpless Tracey, as her bottom was mercilessly struck again and again as she was shown up by the perfectly trained pony-girl beside her.

The laughter and chatter of the crowd on the beach burned into Tracey, as she felt they were all laughing and talking about her, the free woman prancing about like she was a slave!  With each new voice, Tracey felt her shame burn deeper and deeper.

Finally they returned to where John had parked his pony-cart, Tracey was a quivering wreck.  Her muscles just weren't up to the motions being force upon her by the merciless Emily, her mind and emotions even more ravaged than her flesh.

John took a few moments to make sure the two pony's were watered and then left Tracey fully harnessed, to recover as he hitched his pony-girl to the cart.

Tracey was barely aware that her reins were attached to the back of the cart and she was dragged along as John pointed the cart back to the road above the beach.  While she heard John & Emily talk, it wasn't until later that she was able to re-run the words in her memory and understand.

John turned to Emily, "Well this has been fun but it's time I got home to prepare this one," he gestured at the pony-girl pulling his cart, "for her auction tomorrow."

"Oh, yes, I do agree that she turned out very nicely!  I never would have thought that mousy little Jenny Jones from accounting would have taken to being a pony-girl this well.  I'll have the letter documenting Tracey asked to be harnessed and trained in the post before I leave tomorrow morning.  I'm thinking that she'll be an even better animal once you've gotten her broken to harness!"

The two laughed and with a flick of the reins, Tracey's new owner got them on the road.