“My Lady?”
Claudia paused in her perusal of the morning paper. She was sitting at an elegant little table, tastefully positioned to take in both the immediate exterior of her home’s rear outdoors as well as the wide sweep of her sitting room. The remains of breakfast were scattered about the table, as well as a hash of papers with her hasty yet elegant scrawl noting down various things to do or remember. She was dressed in a rather typical outfit for her these days, tight jodhpurs and black riding boots, a light white blouse, and an exquisite leather jacket. With her overall looks, striking features, and raven black hair, she knew she cut quite the figure.
Claudia’s eyes flicked over to the doorway. Amelia, her Head Maid, stood there with a respectful smile gracing her face. The slightly shorter woman hailed from one of the local villages, and had been a longtime confidant and friend of Claudia’s as the two women grew up. Though she was technically a servant, Claudia always found her to be far more than that. Not that that had stopped her from insisting on a certain style of uniform for the woman while she was “on duty.”
Amelia was dressed in a slick latex French Maid ensemble, complete with a leather collar, wrist cuffs, and a wide belt to which the cuffs were attached around her waist with foot long chains. It gave the woman plenty of space to do her duties, but made for such an alluring sight. Claudia had whiled away many an hour simply watching Amelia do her chores, and the other woman had often deliberately done them in such a sensual manner, that Claudia couldn’t help but snatch her for some far steamier “after hours” work in her bedroom.
Just last evening, Claudia had been relaxing after a hard days work in the stables. She had been freshly showered, and reclining on a couch while watching some mindless little soap opera, when Amelia had flounced into the room to begin dusting. She had managed all of two minutes before Claudia had sprung to her feet, seized the weakly protesting maid, and flung her onto the couch. A few judicious re-lockings of padlocks and a couple strap later, and Amelia had been firmly boxtied. Claudia had then taken her seat again, reclined elegantly into position, and forced Amelia to bury her head between the noblewoman’s legs. The Maid had squealed and writhed, making Claudia enjoy the process even more, but had eventually given in as she always did and settled into her primary task. The primary task of each maid, ultimately, that Claudia employed. Give the Mistress Pleasure Through Service.
“Yes?” Claudia purred, looking her Maid and friend up and down with a satisfied smirk.
Amelia grinned and dipped a small curtsy that made it seem as though her breasts were going to explode out the front of her outfit, and then straightened, “I just wanted to remind you that Emma is arriving today. You had expressed some interest in meeting her at the gates?”
“Ah, of course!” Claudia rose from her place with a languid stretch that spoke of sensual, predatory power in every movement. She finished her coffee quickly, and then approached Amelia, “Be a dear would you and tidy the place? It wouldn’t do to have dear Emma arriving to find her mother’s place a disaster, would it?”
“Most certainly not,” Amelia murmured. She began to move past Claudia, but the taller woman snuck a finger through the d-ring of Amelia’s collar and halted her, making her turn back to face her mistress.
Claudia tilted the woman’s chin back and gave her a soft kiss on the nose, “I just want to remind you that Emma is one of the one’s who knows all about this side of me. So there will be no shirking of duties just because you are in your uniform when she arrives. In fact, you may even be fortunate enough to have a second mistress to take part in our after work sessions.”
Amelia’s grin widened, and she ducked her head a little, “As my Lady commands, so shall I obey.”
“Of course you shall. And you will also present yourself in my chambers after the evening meal. I am feeling rather…adventurous today.” Claudia grinned, “And I rather think I know who I want to go adventuring with…”
Claudia delivered another kiss, this time a forceful one to her Maid’s lips, and then released the woman to go about her tasks. She still had her stable inspection to complete before she could get down to the gates, and it wouldn’t do to be late. She had an example to uphold after all.
Claudia swanned through the house, taking in the small acts of deference paid to her by her other staff. Two other maids, Lina and Marie, were similarly attired as Amelia though with the additions of ballgags and Gwen hoods. Amelia was the Head Maid after all, and was thus afforded speaking privileges. Lina was sweeping the halls when Claudia passed, and the noblewoman gave her a few soft words of encouragement and a squeeze to her latex covered rear to encourage her. Lina yelped and giggled, her soft brown eyes dancing with delight as she set back to her tasks. It was always pleasant to ravish Lina when she was mid-chore, as the girl had perfected the art of protesting with her voice while her eyes and body shrieked for Claudia to continue.
Marie was making up the guest room, and Claudia spent a few moments running her hands along the gorgeous blonde’s shoulders and neck. The girl was trembling with pleasure as Claudia gave her a small kiss on the back of her neck, and moaned into her gag as the lady retreated with a grin. Marie was Claudia’s favourite canvas on which to practice sensual deprivation and tease and denial. The woman was so tactile, and so responsive, that Claudia could bring her to her knees in submission with just a few household items, some rope, and some imagination. Marie often spent her evenings rigorously restrained in a total immersion leather sleepsack that Claudia had custom designed for the girl. It was so soothing to fall asleep while snuggling Marie’s enclosed form.
She knew her maids quite well, and exactly what they enjoyed.
After checking on the maids, Claudia headed for the kitchen. Here she snatched up the small basket that had been prepared, a small selection of snacks and other treats for her stable time, and the trip to pick up her daughter. Claudia’s manor housed an expansive kitchen, truly worthy of being within the house of a noblewoman. They were clearly designed to be able to support preparing meals for scores of people, though at present there were never more than six or seven souls permanently living at the manor. Claudia preferred it that way. Close confidantes and intimate companions were far superior to a cluttered home with no way to find peaceful solitude.
Her cook was busy preparing the day’s mid-meal. Ursula was nearly of a height with Claudia, making her the second tallest in the noblewoman’s household. Her blonde hair was cut short, slightly longer than a normal pageboy length, and at the moment tied back in a skimpy ponytail. She was clad in immaculately white kitchen attire, the one person in the home that Claudia allowed to wear something approaching normal clothing. The one concession to kink was the white leather collar wrapped and locked around her throat, but apart from that Ursula was remarkably free.
Claudia had met the girl during one of her sojurns abroad, at one of the few public kink festivals that she had attended. Ursula had been an ambitious and excitable young woman, intent on becoming one of the great chefs of her generation. She had also been quite the delectable treat when wrapped up in rope and positioned just so on Claudia’s hotel bed. And so Claudia had made a proposal to her aroused and writhing bed guest: Claudia would pay for the entirety of the girl’s culinary education, provided that she spent the first five years of her career working at Claudia’s manor. Given the sort of references that Claudia was able to obtain, placing at the most elegant and elite institutions after her service would be simplicity itself. Ursula hadn’t had to think very long before mumbling her agreement through her ring gag. Claudia had been delighted. She had spent the remaining two days of the convention with Ursula bound and on her leash, refusing to let the girl out of sight. At the end of the convention, Ursula was packed away into one of Claudia’s large travelling suitcases, and brought back to the manor.
And Claudia had obtained the services of a truly excellent cook. She did so enjoy talent hunting. Especially when the talent was so cute, packed away in a bondage ball inside a suitcase…
Claudia gave Ursula a wave only, knowing that the cook hated to be bothered when she was in the middle of her actual cooking. Claudia always ensured she brought her out for a little post meal enjoyment, or even found ways of employing her svelte figure in racey kinky games. But for now, she would respect the work ethic that drove her cook to excel. She hardly wanted the girl to give her those reproachful eyes when a meal wasn’t quite up to snuff, as it often was when Claudia bothered Ursula in her domain.
Claudia was many things, but she was no fool.
Her walk out to the stables in the rear of the house allowed her to enjoy the lush garden and well-kept greenery that lined every path. She adored being out in nature. Even more so when she had a suitable companion to make such excursions more memorable.
When Claudia reached the stables, she pouted a little. The first six stalls were still empty, despite the warm weather. She had been hoping that a just completed fetish convention might provide one or two new ponies for her stables, at least for a few days of enjoyment. The noblewoman paced inside, a wry grimace flickering across her face. Perhaps she would reach out to some former occupants and see if they fancied spending a few days or weeks as her pretty, prancing ponies. She knew a couple of school teachers in particular who often enjoyed the freedom of becoming her animals for periods of time. Time when they needed to think about nothing else apart from their physical duties, while Claudia did all the thinking for them. Claudia had toyed with the idea occasionally of asking the two teachers if any of their friends or students might be interested. Seducing and enslaving a naïve young woman or man who had been brought to her estate on quasi-false pretences was something that always lit a fire within Claudia.
Reminiscing about the two young women and the half formed plans for the future, Claudia strode deeper into the stables. Past nearly a dozen stalls before she finally came to the one she had stabled her sole occupant in. A wooden panel proudly displayed Crimson Fire in bold strokes of a brush that Claudia had applied weeks ago. She rapped the door several times with her crop. There was a slight shuffling sound within, and Claudia took a few more moments as she unlocked the stall before placing the keys on the outside. As the door swung open, she at last saw him. Her prized possession of nearly two months now. Two months of ownership, of stern pony training, and of a gradual and persistent subjugation. Her pony boy. Her Crimson Fire.
Her slave.
Claudia leaned against the side of the wooden frame and stared hungrily at the boy. He was kneeling down, as was proper, with his arms cuffed behind his back in the leather bondage mittens he wore while sleeping. A thick collar was connected by a chain to the side of the stall, and he wore a blindfold and bit gag. His feet were also locked into the pony boots that she had had custom designed for him within a few days of his arrival. His cock was locked into his chastity cage, and already pressing tightly up against the hard plastic. A horsetail trailed down from between his buttocks, speaking to the medium sized plug that Claudia kept seated inside him most days. He was a gorgeous picture of submissive equine acceptance. And he was all hers.
Even though he might still not want to be.
Claudia shivered a little as she stepped forward to run a proprietary hand over the top of the boy’s head. She watched goosebumps form on his naked skin, and reveled in the heady rush of power that flowed through her. A real honest to goodness kidnapped slave. One of her longest held fantasies delivered onto her doorstep with no one else the wiser save the boy himself and her. Claudia had treasured every moment of training him, cherished every second she spent molding him into the increasingly obedient and submissive pony slave that she possessed.
As her hands roamed over his head and shoulders, an errant thought flickered into her head, and not for the first time either. Should she really be continuing this? Realizing a fantasy was one thing, but this…
Claudia squelched the thought with a grin. The boy clearly enjoyed things given his near constant state of sexual frustration. Claudia herself had never been so alive with sexual energy and desire. Every one of her maids spent a fair bit of time every week now buried between her thighs. Even Crimson Fire had had a few turns, out here in the stables where no one could hear his muffled cries for help and mercy in English. Claudia had also enjoyed taking her pony out for a spin along the pathways of her estate, watching as distant cars zoomed by. The fact that all those people went about their businesses none the wiser about her captive playmate, was such a thrill to the noblewoman.
Claudia of course was well known enough for her eccentricities. Most only knew that she had odd hobbies, and occasionally overindulged in less than appropriate activities, but only her close friends and family knew her true penchant for bondage and domination. Only that tight circle was truly aware of how much delight Claudia took in taking humans and breaking them down into docile and obedient pony slaves. And at long last, after scores of willing playmates, she finally had one boy who was utterly mystified as to how he had come to be there, in her care. Confused as to why his life had gone from tourist to pony. And Claudia drank down his confused lust, his nervous energy, his frustrated yearnings, like the finest wines.
Without further ado, Claudia snapped reins to the sides of her pony’s bit gag and then hauled him up to his hooves. She led him over to the dressing station and connected him into place, connecting his wrists, ankles, and collar to various tie down points. That done, Crimson was hosed down, toweled dry, and then begun to be put into harness. Off came the blindfold, to be replaced by a head harness that included blinders to either side. A full body harness of leather was applied, with Claudia expertly reefing the leather snugly against the toned and pleasantly muscled form of her boy. As the straps around his waist and connecting to his thighs were snugged down, Claudia flicked a finger against the boy’s chastity cage.
“My slave loves being locked up for me, doesn’t he?” she asked him coyly in German. Crimson Fire only gave a very subdued moan, and tried to shift slightly more into her hand. Claudia let him for a moment before tsk’ing and giving the boy’s caged cock a firm smack. He yelped and straightened back up, so Claudia ran her hands teasingly across his well defined bottom.
“You must always remember slave, you do not seek sexual attention.” She enjoyed speaking German to him. Despite the gruelling weeks of training together, her Crimson Fire had mastered only a few basic command phrases and words. He knew the phrase that got him sexual release once a week of course, though not the content of what he was agreeing to. But in all other respects, it let her truly get into the headspace of speaking to someone, something, that could not really understand her. Claudia absolutely loved the feeling, loved the concept, that she was in no hurry at all to think about freeing the boy.
Not anytime soon anyway, she chuckled to herself.
She checked him over critically, inspecting the leather that held him prisoner for her. Eventually satisfied, after tugging a few of the buckles a notch or two tighter, she led him out of his stall and towards his morning exercise station. A holdover from when she had true horses, the automatic stepping machine allowed her to connect him to the device, and then relax as he was forced to trot along at an appropriate gait. It helped as well that the machine was indoors, meaning he couldn’t shirk his physical training when it rained. Nor would he be able to when it began to snow, months from now.
Crimson Fire moaned and stamped his hoof booted feet as Claudia connected him to the machine. She paid him no mind, finishing the attachment to his bridle and waist belt, before snapping out three swift strikes with her crop. They were by no means the hardest that she could have used, but the ponyboy flinched into stillness with a final pained moan.
“Relax my fiery pony, you’ve got a nice long exercise routine. And then we shall be off on our little trip!” Claudia patted the boy’s rump, and then wandered over to a small table and chair. Behind her, the machine whirred into motion, dragging the softly moaning pony around and around in circles. Claudia settled into place, keeping one critical eye trained on her charge. Despite his protests, he was moving well she decided. His legs were a slight fraction too slow, but he maintained a steady consistent pace, which she much preferred to a properly energetic but uneven performance. She grinned.
Her boy was learning, no question about that.
After nearly an hour on his morning step routine, she disconnected him from the machine, and led him over to the specially designed small carriage that she had located just inside the stable doors on the far side from the house. The open topped carriage had been designed with human ponies in mind. In addition to the structure and positioning of all of its components, it also offered a small electrical motor to help whoever was pulling it. It effectively allowed Claudia to use the carriage even if she didn’t have a full team of four ponies. She had taken Crimson Fire out and about twice with the carriage, and he had performed adequately enough that she felt he was prepared for this excursion.
Hitched in place to the carriage, Chris rolled his eyes nervously, doing his best to look around without moving his head too much. A light swat made him whimper into his gag, as her crop flicked against the backs of his thighs.
“Nach Vorne!” Her commanding voice came from behind him, and the crop flicked again against his thigh. At the same time the reins connected to his bit gave him a flick, and he threw himself forward. The traces and leather harness pressed tightly against him, and for one eternal seeming moment nothing moved. Then the electric motor underneath the contraption sprung to life, and it suddenly felt as though most of the weight disappeared. Chris was able to break into a healthy trot as he headed out of the stables, following the direction of his guiding reins towards the well-tended road that led down towards the outer reaches of the manor estate.
Chris pounded down the road, his hoof boots striking in bold sounds as he trotted along. In the long days of training that Lady Claudia had put him through, he had become comfortable with moving at speed while naked and bound. It was only during these trips away from the stable that Chris was even able to feel a modicum of freedom. It was the strangest thing. Here he was, harnessed, bound, and gagged. Cocklocked, and hitched to a carriage like some beast of burden. Yet even so, it was only during times like these that he got to feel the wind course over him. That he got to luxuriate in the warm summer sun. That he got to run, not just walk in step, but really run.
“So ein gutes Pony. Streck die Beine für mich aus, Liebling!” Claudia’s crop stung against the backs of his thighs again, and Chris pushed himself even harder. At the start of his captivity he could hardly move around at all in the ridiculous boots that she had insisted he wear. Now, they felt like the most natural things in the world. He could pick up a healthy turn of speed, which he maintained easily as they came to a small hill. Pulling the carriage up and over, encouraged by Lady Claudia’s crop, Chris could suddenly see the large gate and tasteful, yet entirely functional, high wall that surrounded the property.
Outside the gate stood a girl. With baggage.
Chris whiffled into his gag, but the crop slapped across his naked buttocks and drove him into a final flurry approach. It was only when he got within about fifty feet of the gate, the farthest he had ever traveled with the carriage, that Claudia reined him in to a walk, and then to a halt. He felt her place the reins down, and resolutely continued to stare straight ahead. He knew very well her policy on what ponies were meant to do when proper people were around. So he did nothing as he felt her depart the carriage and bound towards the gates.
“Emma!” She called out happily, and then began peppering the girl with all manner of German, far too quickly for Chris to have even a hope of grasping what was going on. Judging by Emma’s embrace of Claudia, Chris guessed she was the woman’s daughter. From his limited vision, she seemed simply a slightly shorter version of his Mistress, though her black hair was cut much shorter in an elegant looking pageboy. She had the same slender build, with a trifle more muscle than her mother, and seemed a good deal more happily energetic than her mother.
Emma cooed over Chris as she settled her bags into place, asking her mother a few questions that had both women giggling away. Chris whined into his gag, and was rewarded with a sharp tap from the crop. Both women had clambered inside.
Under the demanding guidance of his Mistress and her probably daughter, Chris slowly turned the carriage back around. The motor was increased in its aid to him, and as Chris set off it was only slightly more difficult to pull two people plus several bags. He was panting and blowing hard by the time they were approaching the stables, and rolled gratefully to a stop when Claudia sawed the reins back to bring him to a halt.
More words were exchanged behind him before the daughter began pulling bags from the carriage. Claudia freed Chris from the carriage attachments, re-hooked a lead to his bridle, and led him back into the stables to cool off. Chris was thankful as the shade enveloped him, hardly bothering to protest or squirm as the belts around his arms were freed before being pulled into a snug armbinder. Claudia patted his flank as he moaned into his bit gag, and then murmured something that Chris dearly wished he could understand. Especially since she was rubbing his ass and trailing her hands around his hips and…and…oooooooohhhhh…
Chris gave a guttural moan of disappointment as her hands flicked ever so briefly across his caged cock before grabbing his collar.
“Liebling, das hast du gut gemacht. Ich denke, ich komme vielleicht sogar mit einem schönen Gummischwanz hier raus, um dich zu reiten…” She grinned and stroked one hand teasingly along his chastity cage, while the other pulled his collar. Making sure all he could see, with his harness blinders, was her face. The face of his owner. His captor. The woman who had taken only a few weeks to break him to her control. He moaned and nodded. Whatever this was, if it promised some sort of sexual stimulation, he was all for it.
Claudia’s grin widened further, and her hand slipped down to grip both his ass cheeks tightly, “Du bist so eine Ponyschlampe, nicht wahr, Liebling?”
Chris nodded again, moaning even louder. Now he was beginning to have a better idea of the sort of play she was wanting to have later. In his first couple of weeks he had always refused and cowered away when she came out with her strapon. But only until he realized that, apart from his once a week unlocking that Claudia allowed, the strapon she wielded on these occasions was the only other sort of stimulation he was allowed. Which meant that now, when she dangled the possibility in front of him, he did everything he could to encourage her. He bunted against her, pressed his naked flesh against her cool cloth and soft leather. He whimpered in what he hoped was an endearing way into his gag. And he pressed back enthusiastically into her groping.
He wanted pleasure, damnit.
Claudia laughed, and then took up his reins again to lead him back to his stall. She got him inside, wrapped his reins casually around the post a couple times, and then departed with a last predatory smile and wink. The woman was deeply, deeply attractive and sensual. Also depraved as all hell in Chris’ opinion, given her proclivity in kidnapping him further, but no one was asking him. No one ever polled ponies on their thought about their masters and mistresses.
Chris pulled at the reins a few times, confirming that they weren’t going to come loose, and then had nothing further to do but stand there and wait. Claudia could return in twenty minutes, an hour, or even two. It was impossible to tell, and Chris had long ago given up any expectation of being treated as though even a shred of his time was valuable. He would just have to stand here and wait. Like the trained animal he was being pressed into becoming.
It was nearly an hour later that Chris heard the sound of booted footsteps coming down the path between the stalls. He had been day dreaming, in a way. Just drifting off in an odd, calm haze that he found he had begun to be able to achieve when he was left for long periods in bondage. Just drifting and at peace, an odd sort of kinky zen that he still surprised himself with. But now he was startled out of that state, and even more startled when the face that came into his view eventually was not Claudia, but Emma. The daughter. The stranger.
Chris backed up a little bit, confusion clear in his eyes. Emma was standing close to the stall door, dressed in casual jeans and a t-shirt with some sort of band logo on the front of it. And she was barefoot. Chris looked at her, cocking his head to one side and bleating questioningly into his gag.
“Well hi there pony boy,” Emma said in accented English. She giggled as Chris gave an obvious start of surprise, and reached out to pull him closer to her by the reins. She kept a hold of the reins with one hand, using the other to trace the lines of his jaw and face. Running over skin and straps alike with her soft, cool hand. It was strange. Pleasant, but strangely…intimate. In a way that wasn’t dominating, just comforting. Chris moaned into his gag.
“My mother, only German hmmm? You are English.”
Chris shook his head, fearful to do more than that.
Emma cocked her head, “Not English. But speak English. Hmmm.” She played with his collar a bit, her hands flicking over the locks that kept it and his gag and head harness firmly in place. “A sweet little pony boy, who speaks only English, in my mother’s stables.”
Chris snorted through his nose, stamping one hoof boot in agitation. He so dearly wanted to shriek the truth at the girl, to scream and plead for release. But Lady Claudia had drummed his training into him with stern German efficiency. Ponies did not talk. Chris was a pony. Therefore, he could make animal sounds if he wished to communicate, but that was all. And despite the girl’s kind manners, she hadn’t been surprised when he had run to the gates. A naked male, bound and subjugated, turned into a work horse, seemed to be the most natural thing in the world for her.
She lifted one finger and slowly traced Chris’ lips that jutted out from his bit gag, softly running along the upper, and then the lower lip before finishing with a boop on the nose, “Look at me, Pony Boy.”
Chris flicked his gaze up at her, expecting a gloating superiority. Instead, her eyes were filled with what he could only describe as mischievous sympathy.
“You didn’t really mean to get into this did you?”
The question, softly asked, hit Chris like a ton of bricks. Was this a trick? Some sort of weird dominance play? Worse, was this a test? Something that if he went along with it was going to get him strung up and punished again? Could he take the chance? Could he afford not to at least try?
Chris shuddered, and managed a cautious shake of his head. Something he hoped he might be able to toss off as just his natural movement if she became angry. But instead she patted his cheek with an exasperated sigh, “It’s alright sweetie, little Liebling. You make a wonderful Pony Crimson Fire, but the truth is written on your face.”
“Mmmmmphhh??”
“A moment, Liebling, I will go speak with my mother.” Emma brushed a strand of Chris’ hair away from his face, carefully tucking it behind his harness straps, “I will fix this, yes?”
“Mmppphhh??” Chris could hardly believe his ears. Just like that? Just like that, this whole ordeal might be over? There was no way he could be this lucky, could he?
“Such an adorable Pony.” Emma gave a theatrical sigh, “I can see why my mother kept you. You have a certain sense about you, Liebling.” Her hand made comforting motions around his neck and shoulders, “So responsive. So fiery. Yet such a bashful, submissive.” Emma grinned, and flicked Chris on the nose, “You certainly are a natural fit, Liebling, but I will still fix this for you, hmmm?”
Chris nodded emphatically, mumbling and grunting into his gag. He really wanted her to free him right then and there, but the locks that festooned his form prevented that. He couldn’t even be ungagged to babble his insane sounding story of kidnap and auction. Of transport, and training, and training, and even more training under her mother’s demanding hand. Of the countless weeks he seemed to have spent locked away on this estate and trained in all the particular ways that he was to act now that his life revolved around being a pony. Even now, for all his excitement and agitation, something still held him back from actually trying to speak human words. It was as though his body still couldn’t quite bring itself to believe that rescue might be at hand.
Emma gave him a final pat on the head, and then turned and strode quickly out of the stables. Chris was left to stand there, swaying almost drunkenly at the sudden left turn his life had just taken. The future had seemingly held nothing at all for him but many more weeks, months, and possibly years of service as a human pony to Lady Claudia. The only times he had been treated as something approach a person was during the once a week milking and sexual release sessions with Lady Claudia. When he was allowed out of his cage to recite the mantra that he still hadn’t the faintest idea of its meaning, and then was rewarded with those few minutes of pleasure before being locked away again and sent back to his stall.
All that might very well be about to end.