Pony Girl, UK.


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A Pony Tale

Chapter 2 - Introduction to BDSM

The place was huge and surprisingly warm. The heat came from gas fires like those in her old school gym. They hung on thick, black steel pipes from the curved brickwork above and, dangling from each side, had chains with rings in the end to control them. 'How fitting' she thought 'Even the heaters are subs!' She was very nervous now they were inside with other people. A pretty waitress in a short flared skirt that failed to hide her frilly French knickers greeted them and took their coats before leading them to a table. Peter ordered two cappuccinos and the waitress curtsied and wiggled off. Lucinda was fascinated. Although the room was fairly empty, people bustled about giving it an air of excitement. She looked around. The 'bar' was a cluster of four round, white plastic tables and a few matching uncomfortable chairs. They were the types that are so slippery you end up hanging by your kidneys if you try to lean back. She perched on the edge. There was a crude coat rail between the tables and the large door but she noticed that two of the women in the party just arriving kept on the long cloaks they wore as they and their partners hurried through a curtained door set into the wall on the left side of the arch. 'Most Owners will have brought their Ponies here earlier to let them settle down' her lover whispered to me. 'The less experienced ones can get very jumpy at an event' 'An event?' she asked. 'Yes.' He continued, 'Tonight is one of the main Shows. The best Ponies win trophies and rosettes. They are highly prized.' 'Just like a real horsy event?' 'Absolutely. The members take this very seriously. To have a winning Pony is a great honour for an Owner and an enormous accolade for the Trainer. Owners and Ponies alike seek the prize-winning Trainers. The top Trainers only devote the time and care to the few Ponies they feel have winning potential.' It made her slightly uncomfortable. 'You mean the Owners don't train the Ponies?' 'Oh sure, most do, but they can only go so far. Besides, a Trainer is much more objective, he or she can exert a discipline many Owners find hard to give.' He looked at her and said carefully as he cupped her hands on the table. 'I would only use a top Trainer for a future Pony of mine.' She stared back and felt the flush warm her cheeks. 'You'd not mind that another had use of me... er the Pony I mean?' He smiled and squeezed her hands. 'I'd only want the best for the one I love'. She swallowed hard. 'I wouldn't want to disappoint you' she said quietly, realising that she had not only accepted his invitation to become his Pony but also that he said he loved her. He lifted her hands to his lips and kissed her fingertips softly. 'You would never do that' he smiled. 'This BDSM stuff still worries me though' she added, 'I still remember how it upset me that time and I embarrassed both of us.' He nodded and leant over to kiss her lips. 'I will never go too fast for you again my darling, that also taught me to be more careful.' He went on, 'I'm worried now as well. Do you mean you don't like the games we play?' 'Oh no! I mean yes, I love them' she grinned and rubbed her foot on his calf under the table, 'Quite the contrary. You have shown me pleasures I didn't know existed and I will be eternally grateful for that.' The waitress returned with their coffee and Peter paid her and she smiled and performed her little curtsey again before teetering off on her high heels. L noticed Peter ogling her rear. 'Hey, eyes off!' she laughed. 'He's not my type' replied Peter softly. A few moments later, he gently lifted Lucinda's jaw as she also gazed at the waitress's frilly rear. 'You were saying hon?' Lucinda gulped and continued, 'It's just that old niggle I had..' 'You mean the How-can-he-want-to-do-that-to-me niggle?' he asked. She nodded and bit her lip, feeling silly. He grinned and stroked her cheek. 'My darling, I love you very much. You are the most precious thing in my life and I constantly ask myself 'Why me?' Please understand that I would never, ever do anything to hurt or scare you that you didn't agree to.' 'I know. I know. But... Oh! Damn, I don't know how to put this' she took a breath. 'It's just that I've always been taught to respect my body and look after it, sometimes I think that this is wishing damage upon it and I can't bear to think that you'd want to do that.' She felt terrible but had said it. She tried to hold back her tears. He was obviously very concerned and looked at her without saying anything for what seemed like ages. 'Oh God! That's torn it' she thought, 'my big mouth and stupid ideas destroy yet another relationship' He touched a tear as it welled up in the corner of her eye, licked his finger and smiled. 'Please believe me when I say that I would never do or think of harming your lovely body in any way. Let me explain...' He loved to lecture, and she loved to listen to him, most times. 'Our bodies are the physical extensions of our minds. We use them to communicate with each other in all the obvious ways. Many people even screw that up! He chuckled and went on... 'When you let me do things to your body you are indirectly sharing with me a part of your mind that few people appreciate can be shared. Part of the 'inner' you if you like. The bit one retreats to when things get tough out there. I find that one of the most intimate and sexiest things imaginable. The sight of you as you drift off and luxuriate in that space is incredibly erotic and the trust it implies is probably the greatest gift one can give. Does that make sense?' She felt a huge wave of understanding and relief wash over her. He had managed to express what she felt this was all about and dispel the worries she had that it was selfish to 'retreat' as he put it. She kissed his fingers and tasted the salt of her tears. 'Oh my love, I do want to share that, you know how bad I am at saying those things. If I can give you that with my body then it makes me very happy. Probably the happiest I've ever been' She smiled and cocked her head to one side. He beamed.