Continued from Chapter II



It was so like her mother to do something like this.

Emma shook her head in fond exasperation as she exited the stables, leaving the poor ponyboy behind. He was a truly graceful specimen, and she could find no fault in her mother’s selection. The boy looked like a natural, and there was a small part of Emma that pondered simply leaving well enough alone. After all, her mother had already held him for at least a pair of months now, perhaps longer. The boy was well acclimated to his situation and, if the run up from the gate was any indication, had grown quite well into the skillset of being a pony. He’d been so acclimated that he hadn’t even bothered trying to speak like a person when she offered him that out. Emma was rather certain if her visit had been in the fall instead of the summer, Crimson Fire wouldn’t have had the faintest spark of rebellion left in him.

Her mother was an excellent trainer after all. And here was a candidate that finally let her unleash her full potential. More than anything else, Emma was dying to hear how this had happened.

It took a while to hunt Claudia down inside the house, and she was not in her favoured areas for reading where she normally preferred to spend the early afternoon and late morning. Emma came across one of the maids, the comely looking blonde, who mumbled something into her gag about movies, and pointed her towards the eastern wing. Emma gave the girl an appreciative squeeze, delighting in the way the blonde maid squealed and squirmed against her.

Her mother always picked the most delightful playmates. A true eye for talented submissives, who so often brought any number of skills to her manor. Emma had sampled her fair share of excellent cooking, witnessed the handywork of others, and of course taken part in any number of kinky debaucheries in her previous stays. Home was where she could always be confident of coming home to blushing, eager submissives who thrilled at the play sessions and other training that she wanted to experiment with. When Emma had come out to visit her mother two summers ago, there had been a pair of pony slaves in the stables. Two teachers from a local school on vacation together, and Claudia had talked them into trying some bondage out. Emma had been included as a stable mistress, and had ended up staying for two long, wonderful weeks as she and her mother had whipped the ladies into shape. By the end of their stay, they managed to complete a full circuit of the manor’s grounds.

Emma remembered how wonderful it had felt, controlling these two cute women as they performed so splendidly as ponies. The way their bodies had been framed and restrained in leather, their arms absent in the large leather armbinders, and their heads encased in halter, bit, and other leather accouterments. How the women had snorted and stamped, fully immersed in their roles as ponies for her mother, and for her. Not a single human word had passed their lips, right up until Claudia had finally declared herself satisfied, for now, with their training. Then it had been lots of giggling congratulations back at the stables as Claudia and Emma had slowly gone about removing their tack, before walking them over to the large pool out back and having them go for a long relaxing swim. That was always how Emma had interacted with her mother’s toys and pets. They were used and trained hard, but everyone eventually got something in return.

Claudia always had a plan for their futures. Her cook, off to some elite establishment or restaurant chain after her term here no doubt. The maid Emma had just finished groping would probably have a full ride through some university or expensive degree no doubt. Her mother had financed the career successes of a number of young men and women, who had spent gap years and more in restrained servitude here for her. As maids, pets, ponies, bed slaves and more, Claudia maintained her slowly rotating caste of submissives. Emma could only visit occasionally given her own schedule, but she was always able to stay and play with each at a couple of points given the usual length of their service with her mother. Was that something that she should consider here? Should she simply leave well enough alone with Crimson Fire, and allow her mother to keep him for a while longer?

Emma strolled through the manor, heading generally in the direction of the small theatre that Claudia had installed in the east wing, pondering that. She understood the allure of it, the fantastical part. However the boy had ended up in Claudia’s hands, having a genuinely non-compliant slave to train must have touched her mother’s competitive side deeply. Knowing that at last she could challenge herself with someone who did not want to be trained, and have them turn out as well or better than her volunteers. Knowing that she was keeping a young man locked in bondage, imprisoned behind her pony training, all against his will was incredibly attractive. Emma hugged herself a little, grinning as she recalled that desperate hope on Crimson Fire’s face. Just an adorable boy. She decided that she would try, at least for his sake, to do something.

Emma’s ears began to pick up the sounds of something being played over the speakers. It sounded a fair bit like her mother’s voice, and…Emma smiled. Ah, watching training tapes. On the home theatre no less. This should be interesting.

Emma followed the sounds, and eventually found their source. Claudia had built a respectably sized home theatre system, with about a dozen seats, well spaced out, with the addition of padded sections next to each chair to allow for a submissive to kneel, or be hogtied, next to the viewer. A few of the chairs also featured partially concealed tie down points and artfully hidden entry and exit sections for thick leather belts. One could easily enjoy a movie while being strictly bound in place, used as a footstool, or simply left to squirm in a hogtie. Emma knew that quite well, having brought along a playmate or two to watch movies late on a Friday evening. Hell, one of her dates had been given the distinct honour of serving her and her mother on the first day of Christmas holidays while they watched Emma’s favourite holiday film.

Emma grinned. She had enjoyed that evening well enough, and had then returned to her bedroom with the boy in tow to introduce him more fully to bondage. Tightly spread-eagled, ballgagged and collared, she had teased him for hours before finally riding him to a mutually enjoyable climax. When she had awoken Emma had been delighted to discover that he had been taken by her mother’s maids and redressed in a slick latex maid outfit, complete with the usual bindings, gag, and collar. Amelia, her mother’s head maid, confidante, and friend, had presented her with his leash, and Emma had gotten to spend the majority of her Christmas holidays delighting in her date’s introduction to bondage and servitude. When she had finally left in the new year, Emma had simply handed over the keys to the boy’s cage and chastity to Amelia and said that he had been a wonderful pet. Her mother had kept him for another week, so she had heard. All because he had said yes when Emma had asked if he wanted to take in a movie back at her place.

Simply delightful.

Now though, the theatre was occupied by two people, one of them her mother. The other was the young female cook that Claudia had been raving about for the past year, bragging a little at the success in bagging such a skilled culinary artist as one of her live in slaves. Claudia was ensconced in one of the longer seats, almost a love seat, while the cook was curled up next to her bound in what looked like a comfortable leather straightjacket. Her mother was stroking the girl’s hair, murmuring little reassurances and compliments to her, as the two of them watched the screen. The screen, which was currently displaying one of Claudia’s numerous training videos. This one featuring the boy that Emma had come to speak to her about. Crimson Fire, a past version of him, prancing around on the screen, whinnying into his bit gag as he was taken through his paces.

Emma looked at the boy, how his eyes flashed nervous defiance at her mother, yet also how he responded so smoothly, so immediately to her direction. Her crop had to be deployed only rarely, even as she snapped out at him in German. Such a wild spirit to him still, even with how well he had evidently taken to his training. Emma settled into the seat next to her mother, looking at Claudia and her satisfied smile. She still had to try.

“Mother…” She began, but Claudia held up a hand.

“Ah just a moment Emma, this is my favourite part.” Claudia leaned forward slightly as the practice session on the screen came to a close. Crimson Fire stood there, chest heaving in exhaustion, his skin slick around the tight black leather that kept him restrained and helpless. His feet shifted with faint clip-clopping sounds of his hoof boots, even as he continued to stare straight ahead, slightly off and away from the camera. The lead that had previously been tight slackened, and Claudia strode into frame clad in her typical trainers uniform of a white blouse, jodphurs, and knee high riding boots. Emma watched as her mother slowly approached the bound boy and, even though she was here to bargain for his freedom, found herself intrigued by the past training performance.

The Claudia on screen reached Crimson Fire, faint murmurs of words being just barely audible. Emma automatically translated the German crooning her mother prized so much around her pony. “Such a good pony. Well done, my sweet Crimson Fire. Well done.” And then the boy gave a plaintive moan and ducked his head, pressing it into her mother’s hands. Claudia then, and Claudia now, let out a satisfied sigh. Emma nearly joined in. God, but the boy was an adorable submissive.

“That was the one month mark,” Claudia noted from beside her, her hands continuing to stroke and caress Ursula, “I watch this every week or so now, just reminding myself how much progress he’s made.” She smiled at Emma’s questioning look, “The first time dear Crimson Fire looked to me for comfort and approval. A special moment in the training of any pony, when they know to look to their trainer not only for discipline and correction. It took longer with him than I had been expecting, but he’s such a marvelous specimen…”

“That’s actually what I wanted to talk with you about Mother.” Emma continued to watch the movie with half an eye, trying to steady herself for what was sure to be a formidable conversation, “I had noticed a few things about him and got rather curious. So I went to the stables just now…”

Claudia’s eyes faintly tightened, “Oh?”

Emma cleared her throat, playing with her hair. A stupid nervous habit that she hated, but her mother could bring it back out of her with a single word and arched eyebrow. Just as she was now doing, “Uhm, yes. I think we need to talk about your pony…”

Emma sighed a little internally as her mother snapped a pair of earbuds down that completely filled Ursula’s ears. The slave cook grumbled into her gag as she was suddenly rendered deaf, but then moaned as Claudia flicked her vibrators on and shifted the now squirming girl off her lap onto the floor. The noblewoman turned back to her daughter and cocked her eyebrow again, “Very well, let us talk.”

Chris gazed morosely at the stable stall door, slumped over on the mound of straw that acted as his bed. The girl had been gone for a long time. Chris had stayed standing near the stall door, keeping watch as best he could on the walkway that led eventually to the stable entrance. For what had seemed like hours he had stood there, each moment seeming like a minute as he wondered. Was this actually going to be it? Was freedom truly so close after so long? Was this a trick, and mother and daughter now were planning out the series of punishments they would give to the pony with delusions of still being not Crimson Fire but Chris? As the minutes stretched away, Chris found the deep pulsing hope that had awakened in him fading. Eventually he had clip-clopped away from the stall door and slumped into the straw as best he could. His reins were still tied in a simple knot to the bars along the side, but at least he could rest his legs like this.

He struggled against his bondage, more out of habit than any real expectation that they were any less stringent. He never would have believed that he could be kept for so long in bondage before now. Even though Claudia was thoughtful enough to not always insist upon the strict armbinders that he had occasionally had to wear, the straps and leather bondage mittens were enough to be going on with. But after so long without the basic use of his arms and hands, he had gotten used to the sensations and motions of moving with an effectively armless torso. When they were so often bound behind him in a boxtie, elbow tie, or more occasionally a reverse prayer, he could hardly rely upon his hands or arms for anything.

He must have fallen asleep for a moment or two, perhaps longer, because the sound of the stable door opening jolted him awake. Booted feet sounded the approach of more than one person, and Chris scrambled up to his booted feet as quickly as he could. He gave some passingly equine sounding bleats of curious distress, hoping to curry favour in case the daughter’s decision had gone awry. He bit down hard on his gag as he reached the stall door and found himself staring at both Emma and her mother, Claudia. His owner and stablemistress. He let out another bleat, practically a whinny, and stood straight. She had trained him far too well for it to be anything less than automatic.

Claudia chuckled and reached in to ruffle his hair, “Sehr gut meine Ponyschlampe, sehr gut.” She unknotted the reins, unbolted the stall door, and pulled him out into the main area of the stables. Emma came up and began to run her cool, soft hands over his sun-browned skin, making little cooing noises as Chris squirmed and moaned, making the occasional stamp with his hoof boots. The two women began to chat in German in front of him, and Chris could only stand in mute incomprehension, the captive prisoner of them both as hands caressed and felt their way across his bound body.

“Such a feisty boy, is he not?” Claudia was asking, “I think if you stayed for a while, and really got to see him at work and training, you would understand.”

“Mother, come now.” Emma said in a half-teasing, half-reproving tone, “We talked about this inside. I know he is a darling submissive, and one of the most natural ponyslaves I’ve seen come through here in a while. But fair is fair, you always offer your playmates a future when you are done with them.” She reached up and ruffled Crimson Fire’s hair, making the ponyboy moan into his gag, “What’s his future to be, hmmm?”

“I am aware,” Claudia replied, a haughty edge creeping into her voice, “I wrestled with this for some time after acquiring him you know, and there were certainly other dommes at that auction who would not have flinched at selling him onwards once they had discovered the cock-up. I, at least, provided a stable environment for him.”

She glared at her daughter a moment, then they both snorted at the same time.

“Stable environment??” Emma groaned, “Who taught you puns while I’ve been gone?”

“I may explore any sort of humour I wish,” Claudia retorted, a twinkle returning to her eye that had been missing since they first started their discussion cum argument inside. She patted her daughter’s arm, and then returned to checking over Crimson Fire’s straps for any looseness, “But on a serious note, I hadn’t realized until a while after he was already here, and at that point I was rather stuck, hmmm?”

Emma shrugged, “He seems like a smart boy. And its not like you could hang onto him for forever right?”

Claudia hesitated for a moment, a small smile and faraway look in her eyes.

“Mother!”

“Oh fine!” Claudia rolled her eyes, “Ruin your dear mother’s long sought fantasy why don’t you! I swear, I’ve done so much for you, and the tiniest pleasure is deprived.”

Emma opened her mouth to reply, and Claudia raised a hand, giving a tired chuckle, “No, I surrender. I surrendered inside, and I surrender now. The boy has been a joy to train, and will always have a home in my stables if he should wish it. But I cannot simply let him go.”

“But—”

“Ah!” A finger planted itself against Emma’s lips, “Look at you, off to America, and still you wish to run everything around here, hmm?” Emma rolled her eyes and Claudia waggled her finger at her, “I don’t especially like the idea of you over there by yourself, with no one to support you or for you to be able to confide in or use as you please. So many men have such delusions of grandeur, I dislike the thought of you interacting with them. So, I think it is best that you allow me to purchase a small dwelling for you, and for you to take Crimson Fire with you as your live-in pet.”

Emma blinked, “You…you want me to take him? Keep him? A-as mine?”

“Of course as yours.” Claudia began to rub Crimson Fire’s buttocks and thighs, provoking more moans and squirming from the pony boy, “You’ve trained plenty of my own submissives coming through here, so I have no doubt as to your skills. You clearly have some feelings for the boy, though you’ve barely met, since you’ve been hounding me almost since you arrived for his release from my stables. So that’s the deal. You want him free from my stables? Then you’ll be caring for him directly.”

Emma didn’t respond immediately. Instead she began to touch Crimson Fire again, tracing her fingers around his chest and shoulders. Touching his collared neck, and noting how he shuddered. Reaching down and gripping his caged cock, and delighting in his whimpers of pleasure.

“How would I manage it?” Emma asked, her dark eyes looking up at the boy’s face. The words were soft, still incomprehensible to him, but they sealed Crimson Fire’s fate in Claudia’s eyes.

“A small enough monthly stipend will see to any needs you are or he have, and should obviate the need for you to work while you are over there.” Claudia gripped the reins and began to lead Crimson Fire further back in the stables, Emma trailing along on the other side of the pony slave, “Depending on what you want to do with him I can make arrangements with a suitable ranch to keep him for you during the school day. Otherwise, if you are still intent on him leaving the stable, then he would be kept in the home. Your domestic servant, your lover if you desire, but above all else your slave.”

Claudia reached the end, where a familiar padded bench was located. Emma watched as Crimson Fire was belted and strapped into place, his ass out and oh so vulnerable as her mother ensured that his hoofed boots were cuffed tightly in place, and his arms and torso belted firmly to the bench.

Claudia looked back and noted her expression, “Don’t worry my love, I promised him that he would be getting some playtime that’s all.” She strode over to a side table, selecting a fairly sized strapon and harness, and began to strap it into place, “Provided you agree, and he performs well for you, we can revisit discussions about his future when you next visit. A nice long period of slavery, separate from being a pony, will give me some idea of the sort of fellow Crimson Fire could be.”

Emma considered as Claudia finished strapping herself up, and moved over behind Chris, dribbling lube onto the strapon that jutted from her waist. Given the story that her mother had relayed inside, Emma grudgingly understood why Claudia was so reluctant to part with her Crimson Fire. Setting aside her own deeply held fantasies surrounding a true enslavement scenario, the fault of the original kidnapping and auction had tilted further in Claudia’s direction with every day she had kept the boy. Emma could also see her mother’s logic in easing the boy back into something approaching normalcy. After so long in a demanding and all-encompassing pony training programme, freedom was unlikely to be kind to the boy. Better that he be taken care of, provided direction and purpose, within the restrictive bounds of a relationship that he was by now completely familiar with.

It just made sense.

Crimson Fire let out a loud, pleasure filled moan as Claudia began to press into him. Emma massaged the boy’s scalp and head as her mother began to thrust gently into him, back and forth, back and forth, getting slightly deeper with each full rotation.

“A few rules will have to be followed of course,” Claudia said conversationally as she continued to thrust in and out, “Kept bound and collared of course, including his chastity naturally enough. A proper routine established, fitness, diet, sleep that sort of thing. I don’t want him turned into a slovenly mess just because he gets to be a person again. I can draw up a suggested routine that you can tailor to slowly bringing him back to himself, if you’d like.”

Emma rolled her eyes, “Yes mother, of course. I have trained slaves before you know.”

“Not ones that you were fully responsible for, nor ones that you seem to be enamoured with.” Claudia snorted, “Come now Emma, I know that look you fling his way. I would be terribly surprised if he wasn’t your boyfriend by the time your first year with him is up. Slave boyfriend, but even so. Actually, that will rather make figuring out his future a good deal easier. A nice slave-husband to keep your home neat and tidy, and serve you in all respects. Such a simple, happy ending to this tale, don’t you think?”

Emma blushed, her thoughts and heartbeat racing. Her mother was not…entirely wrong.

“So do we have an agreement then, Emma?” Claudia had begun to thrust more deeply. Crimson Fire was making sharp, gasping moans with each motion, his caged cock smacking against the side of the padded bench.

“Yes…yes, I suppose we do. If that’s what is needed.” Emma nodded.

“Good.” Claudia grinned, “Then congratulations daughter. Crimson Fire is now officially your slave.” She thrust home, and the boy let out a despairing scream of pleasure into his gag. Emma could see him frantically humping his hips almost on autopilot against the side of the bench as he struggled and squealed into his gag. Dribbles of precum oozed out of the cage as the boy shuddered, but it hadn’t been, quite, enough for him to cum. Claudia was chuckling, continuing to ride the bucking slaveboy, though at a much lower tempo. He was never going to get closer than when she had thrust home. Her mother was an expert at using her strapon to coax the heights of pleasure from her submissives, and could tailor such sessions with precision.

Emma was so enamoured with the scene before her, that it took nearly a minute to register that her mother’s pronouncement had been made in English, rather than German. Her cheeks heated in a furious blush as she stared at Claudia, eyes alight with delighted amusement, and then at Crimson Fire, whose eyes were closed in frustrated pleasure.

Oh bloody hell. Emma shut her eyes and squeezed the bridge of her nose. That was so not going to be easy to explain to him.