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Number One Pony

Part 19

Number One Pony



MASTER REX


The visiting teams began arriving Friday afternoon. We got all spiffed up to greet them. The mistresses wore their standard domina outfits of white blouses, tan riding pants and brown boots and they put us in low-level show harness. I got to wear white leather with gold buckles. It was slightly old fashioned (from the eighties) but still looked nice. Mistress Eve put me in white high heels and added gold tassels hanging from my nipples. We giggled when she even applied white eyeliner and double layer lipstick.

“Shouldnt I be in Go-go boots?” I asked when I saw myself in the mirror. That earned me a sharp smack on the bottom. I wiggled and asked for another.


I was in charge of ushering the visiting teams to their stables so I got a good look at them all. Most teams arrived in vans accompanied by trucks carrying their harness and carriages. Sometimes everyone was dressed normally and I couldnt tell who were ponies and who were doms, sometimes the ponies arrived in harness and a few even came wearing restraint gear.

One of the most amazing things I saw was an elaborate horse trailer pulled behind a huge pick up truck. The trailer was as long as an eighteen wheeler semi rig. The truck stopped beside me and a tall handsome man got out. He looked me over appreciatively which made my pussy tingle. I jiggled my breasts for him and looked down shyly. He chuckled then knocked on the trailer door.

The door opened and two pony teams marched out all wearing harness. A four place team of males led the way followed by a triple of females. The man snapped his fingers and they stopped at rigid attention. Both teams stood proudly with their eyes clear and calm, their bodies fit and tanned. The women were beautiful with lovely firm breasts and the males had obviously been selected for the size of their penises, which were quite erect. The cocks were not only hard but they angled upward at the same degree. I was astonished and wondered how in the world they managed that.

The teams had the air of true ponies, not part timers. And all of the bustle in the area came to a stop for a moment as people paused to stare at them. When I looked closely I noticed that the female ponies all looked alike, as if they were sisters, and the males looked like brothers.

A woman emerged from the trailer wearing a dominance outfit of a simple black bustier over a white blouse and shorts. She wore thigh high stockings with tennis shoes, and somehow made the bizarre outfit look sexy and cute at the same time. She was busty, plump and sexy and my pussy got damp looking at her. 

The master was a tall commanding man with a full red beard and fierce blue eyes. I felt my knees weaken when I looked into them. His name was Master Rex. The mistress was named Rita. She controlled the males while he handled the females.

Id been greeting masters and mistresses all day but when I approached that man I bowed very deeply and respectfully. He radiated personal power.

I introduced myself and offered to show him to the stalls. He looked around at the farm and told me that his ponies could stay in the trailer if space was a problem. He nodded toward the trailer and asked if we had water and electrical hook ups. I glanced inside and was amazed at what I saw. It was luxurious.

I couldnt conceal my curiosity and Master Rex kindly offered to take me on a tour. He told Mistress Rita to exercise the ponies while he showed me around. She gave me a knowing look, then mounted up to a standing position between the center pair of males. I gasped as she placed her feet into a small stirrup at ones belt, then stood erect and put her other foot into a stirrup on the other boys belt. She gathered their reins into her hands and clicked her tongue. The males stepped off in perfect rhythm. The females followed. She towered tall over their heads, rode easily and gazed around as they broke into a trot.

I followed Master Rex into the trailer.

The trailer had been designed to carry six real horses but was modified into living quarters for pony slaves. It held cells with bunk beds and toilets.

The human living compartment was like a very expensive camper, with several bedrooms, a bath, kitchen, dining room, satellite tv and telephone. Everything was elegantly furnished (the kitchen counter top was marble!).  The trailer had a cargo compartment with enough room to store a chariot, a sulky and several sets of harness.

Master Rex opened cabinets and closets to show me their contents. I couldnt suppress a gasp when I noticed a set of branding irons hanging on the wall just above a propane heater.

“Something wrong?” Master Rex asked.

“No sir,” my pussy was throbbing as I bowed deeply. “May I look at your branding irons?”

“Sure.”

The branding irons had his name REX in one inch letters. For a few seconds Id have given my soul to be branded with that mans name. I had a split second image of myself lying on the ground, bound like a roped calf while Master Rex lifted a red hot branding iron out of a fire. The thought of having that red hot iron pressed against my skin nearly drove me wild. I stood stock still for several minutes.

I managed to control myself and returned the iron to its hook, and then I turned and saw a row of coiled whips. That did it! My knees almost gave way beneath me. Master Rex caught my arm and steadied me. I looked into his eyes. Big Mistake.

That mans eyes went right through me and into my soul. He smiled, faintly mocking, faintly sympathetic.

“If the sight of a whip makes you weak in the knees, then youd better leave before I show you something else.”

“The whips are nice,” I whispered, “But your branding irons are really what turned me on.”

“Ah, you like the idea of being branded?”

“Ive been branded,” I said proudly. “Would you like to see?”

“Sure.” He looked my body over but didnt see my brand. “Show me.”

I undid the crotch strap of my harness, then lay flat on the floor and spread my legs. I put my hands under my hips and raised myself off the floor. Master Rex bent down and peered at my belly. He examined my brand, my tummy, the insides of my thighs and my pussy, and then nodded appreciatively.

Nice,” he said. “But the design is too general. My slaves wear my personal brand.”

I wanted to wear his brand too! I wondered if I could talk him into branding me right then and there. I imagined finishing the day with a fresh brand on my body, and wondered who would be the first person to notice it. All thoughts of my loyalty to the farm and duty to Mistress Karen vanished from my head for a few dangerous moments.

I came close to asking, very close.

I swayed my knees open and closed hoping me might fuck me but he motioned for me to rise. I didnt want to close my legs but I obeyed.

“Do you like pain?” he asked.

“Yes sir.”

“How much pain can you take?”

“Ive been whipped into unconsciousness,” I said. “And I always have an orgasm when that happens.”

“Splendid.”

I was flattered and thrust out my chest.

“What ever you were going to show me, Id like to see it sir,”

He chuckled deep in his throat and the chuckles rumbled through my pussy.

He pushed a button and a piece of machinery unfolded from the wall. It stopped at waist level and I gasped when I realized it was a mechanical whipping horse. The frame was made of steel tubes and the padded section was made of leather, which was well worn.

“Oh my God,” I whispered.

“Its pretty old,” Master Rex informed me. “I had it transferred from my old trailer.” He patted the faded leather. “The upholstery is getting old. I suppose I ought to get it recovered.”

“Could I cover it, sir?” I asked, “With my body?”

Without waiting for an answer I climbed onto the horse, spread my legs over the back end and reached down to grasp the handgrips. I looked up at master Rex and wiggled my bottom. He tossed his head back, let out with a full throated laugh and began buckling me in place. The leather bands felt wonderful. When he fished I asked: “Could you make them tighter please?”

“Hmm, impressive,” he smiled. He tightened the buckles.  I rested my face on the leather and closed my eyes.

Master Rex gave me a demonstration of the mechanical frame. At the push of a button it could be tilted, raised or lowered, and he adjusted the height until my pussy was at a level with his crotch. He tested it by pressing himself against me. I hoped he would screw me but he went on with the demonstration. He tilted the frame so that my head rose and my weight settled against my wrist cuffs, then tipped me the other way so that my head was down. I liked that because it presented my pussy to his view. I wriggled as enticingly as my bonds allowed and was rewarded with a nice caress between my legs. Another button made the arms expand and contract and a similar one did the same with the legs. Master Rex opened my legs until I felt like an upside down butterfly. I purred happily and that got my pussy caressed again. My pussy was very damp by the time Master Rexs machine finished moving me around.

“This is what I use to restrain my ponies when I brand them,” Master Rex told me. “But it has other uses too.”

He placed his hand between my legs and squeezed. His hands are very strong and I had a teensy orgasm just from the pressure of his fingers. I had another when he slipped a couple inside and explored the center of my existence. I was so sensitive that I swear that I could feel the individual ridges of his fingerprints against my clitoris. I began coming, and it didnt stop.

Master Rex was wonderfully cruel and didnt let up even after my pussy was so sensitive that I was shrieking for him to stop. He forced me into another wild orgasm that had me shaking the whole frame.

Id barely stopped sobbing when he spanked me.

Master Rex has big hands and the skin is hard and callused and boy did they hurt when they smacked my poor defenseless bottom. They hurt worse when he changed his aim and spanked my pussy. I was tugging and fighting my bonds and when the next orgasm hit it was a world shaker! I nearly fainted and I must have been screaming because when I regained my senses I had a very large ball gag in my mouth.

I was alone and tried to look over my shoulder into the residential part of the trailer. A moment later Master Rex walked in. He was naked and his cock was enormous. He was sipping a glass of whisky.

“Ah, back from the dead, I see.”

I wiggled my bottom. He stepped close and his cock slid into me. He didnt even put the glass down.

That afternoon I got one of the nicest fuckings Ive ever had.


Afterwards, when I could breathe and focus my eyes once again, Master Rex released me. I almost fell off the frame and he caught me in his arms. I forgot my slave training and threw my arms around his neck and kissed him. He kissed back and I felt my self floating away. Eventually he broke the kiss, slapped me on the bottom and told me to go into the bathroom and clean up.

After freshening up I staggered outside carrying my harness. Mistress Rita was sitting in a chair and her teams were tied to a hitching rail waiting patiently. Master Rex stayed in the trailer.

I fumbled with my harness trying to put it on but my legs were still wobbly and I was trembling. Mistress Rita motioned me to her and had me sit down. She buckled my harness in place while I floated through heaven. She told me to stand for a moment while she secured my crotch strap, then allowed me to collapse back in the chair. I was very grateful.

“Thank you Lady,” I gasped.

“Its all right,” she laughed. “You have the look of a woman whose just been screwed by Rex. Ive seen it before.”

I wondered if she might be jealous but it was clear that she was not. I sat smiling dreamily for a while, then she roused me up.

“Ok, redhead, youve have enough time. Now take me to the show barn.”

I stood up, took a deep breath, stuck out my chest and resumed the attitude of a well disciplined pony girl.

“This way my lady, if you please.” I led her into the barn. The building buzzed with activity.

Other pony masters and their charges were walking around or chatting with other teams. Some ponies were exercising and some were being washed and groomed. Some ponies were already in their stalls and a few were taking naps, some chatted with the slave in the next stall and some simply sat patiently.

After walking through the arena Mistress Rita decided to familiarize her team with the track and brought them inside. She put them on the track and they came to attention. She snapped her fingers loudly. The lead male tapped his foot for eight counts then the team began running. They transformed from four statues to a full trot in the blink of an eye, and they were in step and rhythm from the very first.

The female team waited another eight count then suddenly they too were in motion. The ponies ran with an easy grace and rhythm that showed that they were well disciplined and in perfect condition. The females kept pace a few yards behind the males and both teams ran in unison. I watched as their feet struck the ground at the same time. The sound of their running echoed through the building and slowly everyone stopped to watch. 

Mistress Rita strolled to the center of the arena. I followed. We watched her teams make a few circuits.

I knelt in front of her and begged permission to speak.

“What is it?” she asked.

“I am intrigued by the appearance of your ponies, Mistress,” I said. “They look like brothers and sisters.”

“Thats on purpose,” she said. “Rex wants his teams to match as much as possible and hes paid a small fortune for plastic surgery.”

“So they arent related then.”

“Two of the girls are,” she replied. “Theyre sisters and they are the models for the other girl, but the males arent related.”

“None of them objected to having their faces altered?” I asked.

“Nope, theyll do anything the master wants.”

“Undergoing plastic surgery is pretty serious.”

“They pride themselves on their team appearance.”

“I take it that the males are gay, then?”

“All but one,” she said. She pointed to male number three. “He started out as my client but Rex wanted to team him for his team, so I seduced him into pony training. After a few months when he was entirely hooked, I informed him that he was to become Rexs slave. The boy didnt like it at first, but Rex broke him.”

“He isnt a volunteer?” I gasped. The idea of a reluctant slave was appalling.

“Oh, he was happy to become a pony boy for a woman,” she said. “I saw to that.”

“May I ask how?” I asked.

“Pretty simple,” she said. “I made sure that he had an orgasm every hour he was in harness. It didnt take long to wrap him around my fingers.”

“Or to wrap your fingers around him?” I giggled.

“Thats true,” she laughed. “Males are easy to manipulate.”

“What happened when Master Rex took over?”

“He continued the boys training using similar methods.”

“Is Master Rex bi sexual?” I asked. I knew that he wasnt gay, not after the screwing hed just given me.

“Yes,” she answered simply.

“Ah, well I must say, hes very good with women.”

“Yes he is,” she said, giving me a look. I had a sudden vision of Mistress Rita strapped to that whipping horse.

“Do you submit to him?” I asked, greatly daring. Its not the sort of question a slave asks a mistress.

“I do anything he wants,” she said. “As to his preferences; Id say his interests are about seventy percent toward women and thirty percent to men. Rex makes his own rules and if he chooses to play with a slave boys cock, no one is going to say anything about it.”

I nodded. Master Rex looked like the kind of man to do just what he wants and damn what anyone else thinks. My eyes went out of focus as I imagined Mistress Rota submitting to Rex on her knees. She saw the look on my face.

“Whats the matter?” she asked.

I blushed. “Forgive me lady, but I was picturing you on your knees before Master Rex.”

“There is nothing to forgive,” she shrugged. “I like being on my knees for him.”

My nipples perked up very hard.

“Getting back to your question,” she said, “Number Three liked slavery but he wasnt thrilled about submitting to a man. It took some training and a lot of patience on our part but now he is content to serve a master as well as a mistress.”

“Did he become gay?” I asked.

“No, but hes become reconciled to sex both ways.”

She looked at me for a long moment then I realized that she was mentally deciding if my face could be surgically altered to match the other females. She touched my chin and turned my face from side to side.

“Have you ever had cosmetic surgery?” she asked.

I was frightened and lowered my eyes. “No ma am.”

The thought of such irrevocable submission was terrifying, but fantastically exciting at the same time. 

“Does your pony boy like punishment?” I asked to change the subject.

“Yes, hes quite a masochist. His cock gets hard when hes whipped. Thats how Rex tamed him.”

“Oh?

“He would torture Number Three until he was so horny he couldnt stand it, then play with his cock. After driving the slave wild, Rex would force him to suck his penis. When the slave boy satisfied Rex three times in row, he would be allowed to cum. It took four days of training until he was quite eager to kneel before his master. The three to one ratio is still in effect.” She paused for a moment. “Actually, I confess that it is fun to watch him suck a mans cock, knowing that he doesnt truly enjoy it.”

“I can understand that, my lady.”

“Oh?”

“I like watching our males sucking penises, especially the straight ones.”

She nodded in agreement. 

“Are your ponies branded?” I asked. “I saw the branding irons,”

“Yes. Rex Brands them on the inside of their upper thighs.”

I shuddered with excitement.

“Does that frighten you?” she asked.

“No Lady. It excites me, you see, Ive been branded too.”

Her brows rose. “Indeed? Where?”

“Just above my pussy. Would you like to see?”

She nodded.

I undid my crotch strap and lay on my back. As I had for Master Rex, I spread my knees and raised my body until it rested on my shoulders and elbows.

“Very nice,” she said after examining my tummy. “Did you like having it done to you?”

“Yes ma am. I had an orgasm.”

She nodded. “You must be a pretty serious masochist.”

“Yes Lady, I am.”

She patted my brand then rebuckled my crotch strap. I smiled up at her and she motioned me to my feet.

We watched her teams run another lap.

“Do your ponies work as well as race?” I asked.

“No, not like you do here,” she said. “Ive heard about this farm, and how you work very hard, but our slaves are only for show and pleasure.” She looked at me appraisingly. “Do you perform or do you work the fields?”

“Both Lady, I pull a plow, dance dressage and run in races. And Im sometimes given to guests.”

“Which do you prefer?

“Performing is nice because Im an exhibitionist,” I answered. “But working the fields is more humbling, and its every day.”

“Do you like that?”

“Oh yes, we all enjoy pulling a plow or a wagon.”

“Hard work?”

“No ma am, its simple and very satisfying, and our mistresses treat us very well.”

“So Ive heard,” she said. “What is your name?”

“They call me Number One, my lady.”

“Ah yes, Ive read about you in the pony magazines, and Ive seen your pictures. Arent you the number one pony here?”

“Im the lead pony of the top team,” I explained. “The number one pony is named Gloria. Shes been here the longest. Over twenty years.”

“Interesting, she must be the longest serving pony girl in history,” she said.

“Thats quite possible,” I said.

“Never the less, Ive heard that you are an exceptional pony.”

“Thank you ma am.”

“I also hear that youre pretty good with your mouth.”

I wriggled with pleasure. “You are kind to say so.”

“Hmm, maybe Ill get a chance to find out for myself,” she said.

“It would be my pleasure,” I said, raising my eyes to hers. “My very great pleasure.”

“Ahh,” she smiled. “Would you like to be punished too?”

I looked squarely into her eyes and shook my breasts slowly from side to side.

She chuckled and waved me away. I returned to my post.


Later that afternoon I saw Mistress Rita washing their ponies down with a hose while Master Rex relaxed in a chair outside the trailer. She still wore her bustier, and he was in boxer shorts and a pair of cowboy boots.

I went into the kitchen for a cup of coffee. Mistress Gail was supervising the kitchen.

“What happened to your tassels?” she asked tapping my nipple.

“Oh, they must have come off while I was inside a trailer,” I said.

“A trailer?”

I told her about Master Rex and his equipage and his entourage. Everyone listened enthralled, especially Audrey.

Mistress Gail saw the look on Audreys face. “Have you ever seen the inside of a pony trailer?”

“No my lady.”

“Ok, make up a pot of coffee and a snack tray and deliver it to Master Rex.”

“Thank you mistress.”

“You take her to him,” she said to me. “Then come right back. Youve had enough fun for one afternoon.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“And Audrey, try not to lose any of your tassels.”

“Im not wearing any,” Audrey said.

I led Audrey to the trailer and as soon as she saw Master Rex she stopped dead in her tracks. Master Rex was sprawled in his chair half asleep. His penis was peeking out of the fly of his shorts.

“Oh my God,” she whispered.

“My sentiments exactly,” I said, pushing her toward him.

Audrey walked to Master Rex and stood at attention. He blinked his eyes open, then looked her up and down and nodded his approval. She knelt at his feet and offered him the tray. I walked away but watched from a distance. Master Rex spoke to Audrey for a few moments then she poured him a cup of coffee. As she moved her knees came apart slightly, then a little more, and a little more until she rested with her legs wide apart. Master Rex noticed and his cock grew long. He laughed, and said something that made her lean back, spread open wider and push her breasts toward him. He bent toward her and caressed her breasts while sipping his coffee. He finished the cup, placed it on the tray then hooked a finger through the ring in her collar. He lifted her easily to her feet and held her on tiptoe while his free hand squeezed her breasts and explored her pussy. Audrey blushed furiously and wriggled with delight. Her hands instinctively went behind her body and crossed at the wrists. His penis was absolutely enormous.

After a thorough inspection of her body Master Rex walked Audrey into the trailer. I went back to work.


Three hours later I was walking past the back door when Audrey straggled around the corner.  Her hair was a mess, she was covered with perspiration and her harness was in disarray, but she had a disgustingly satisfied expression on her face.

“Id say you got screwed again?” I asked.

“Um hmm.”

“Twice in once day,” I said. “Thats pretty good.”

“Three times,” she said. “Barney got me again.” She thought for a moment. “Actually it was closer to six times, if you count all the times Master Rex spurted inside me.”

I helped her get her leathers in place and noticed a fresh set of welts across her bottom.

“Did you get whipped?” I asked.

“Oh yes,” she smiled.

“Did you do something to displease Lord Rex?” I asked.

“On the contrary, he likes the way I can take a whipping. I think he intends to offer to buy me,” she said, rubbing her bottom contentedly.

“Are you thinking of accepting?”

“If I ever were to sell myself permanently, I think it would be to him,” she purred.

“If you sell yourself to him he would brand you,” I whispered in her ear.

Her face became bright pink.

“He brands his slaves on the inside of their thighs,” I said. “Then you could never go back to a normal life.”

She squeezed her thighs tightly together. “I wouldnt want to go back.” She kissed me on the cheek. “Maybe we could talk him into buying us both.”

I had to clamp my legs tightly together for a moment.

“Id better get back to work,” I said. “Otherwise were liable to end up rolling around on the kitchen floor with our faces in each others pussy.”

“Would that be a problem?” Audrey asked innocently.

“I think it might upset Mistress Gail and we would be punished.”

“Would that be a problem?” she repeated.





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