Pony Girl, UK.


Views: 517 Created: 2007.10.16 Updated: 2007.10.16

A Pony Tale

Chapter 11 Passing week

Saturday morning? 'Shit!' she cried, crawling over Peter to read the alarm clock. It was 11:30. 'Shit and double shit!' she shouted and leapt out of bed. She was due at Paddington that afternoon to travel to her sister and family in Worcestershire.

After a hasty shower and still pulling on the clothes she'd brought in her overnight bag, she joined Peter in the kitchen where he'd thoughtfully poured some orange juice and made her favourite - toast and Marmite. He grimaced and shook his head as she bit into it. 'Lots of vitamins' she mumbled as she chewed, 'After last night you could probably do with some too!' He licked his lips salaciously and smiled, 'I'll get mine second hand thanks' Lucinda threw the screwed up piece of kitchen roll she'd used as a napkin at him. 'Bad boy!' Changing the subject, but acutely aware of the time she asked, 'What did you buy at the Club last night?' Peter looked dismissive, 'Oh, I just ordered a few things' Lucinda felt a flutter in her belly as she recalled the bizarre and varied selection. 'A few things? For example?' 'You'll have to wait and see' 'But I won't be seeing you until next weekend' she pouted. Peter nodded, 'That's right. And you have some homework to do while I'm in Amsterdam. I'll e-mail you the addresses of some Web sites I'd like you to view.' 'Pony sites? Like the Club?' she asked. He looked at his watch, 'I thought you had a train to catch?' Frowning, Lucinda licked Marmite onto her lips and puckered them at him. 'I could torture the answer from you' she laughed. Gripping her wrists, Peter turned her sideways and delivered a sharp smack to her rump. 'You'll pay for that!' he laughed. 'I hope so!' she giggled as she struggled from him and blew a kiss from the doorway, 'Call me?' she then added, 'Please Master?' He stood and escorted her to the door, 'Very good!' he beamed, 'Of course I will.'

The week passed slowly and Lucinda missed Peter. The agency let staff use the Net for a variety of activities as the clients' markets covered a diverse group. The only real constraints were no on-line games, videos or hard-core porn sites. Lucinda was worried at first that some of the sites Peter had listed fell into the latter category, mainly due to their tacky appearance, but they were pretty innocent and mostly reinforced what she had seen at the Club. The lists Peter had also told her to join allowed her to get a feel for the whole pony 'scene' but, rather than answering her questions, only made her eager to learn more... much more. Lucinda had no doubt that this was Peter's intention and she counted down the days and then hours until Friday evening.

She had made her way, as agreed, from work directly to Peter's flat. He'd greeted her as she exited the lift and, after a long embrace, taken her backpack from her before leading her to the door of the large living room. 'I should really have a shower first' she suggested and went on, 'The pounding you gave my pussy last Friday must have been good, I got my period on the damned train! Two days early.' He pressed his hand into the front of her skirt and licked the line of muscle at her shoulder as he sniffed, 'Hmmm, I love the smell of a woman and, considering how sweaty I intend to make you tonight, a shower seems pointless as you won't be needing any clothes.' Lucinda tingled and, looking at the closed door, said, 'I smell more like a knackered commuter my love, but your understanding is touching. What's the big secret?' With a cheeky grin like a child revealing his secret lair Peter opened the door with a flourish. Lucinda entered and her eyes roamed over the rearranged room. The furniture had been pushed back against the walls leaving a mini 'arena' in the centre of the room with the six, bright, low voltage ceiling lights all turned inwards to provide illumination to this area. The arena area was covered with thick plastic sheeting like that used to protect carpets from heavy traffic. Lucinda noticed that Peter's beloved home cinema system was still intact with its large viewing screen pulled down at the end of the room. What had been added though were two tripods each carrying a small camera and a horizontal bar with lights on either end like small headlights. One was situated a little below waist height just to the left of the screen, the other on the opposite side of the room at shoulder height. Both pointed at the centre of the arena area. 'Wow, you have been busy,' she said, noticing he'd forgotten to pack away his collapsible workbench that stood behind the door. 'Well you have a great deal to learn' he added, grinning 'my dear!' She poked her tongue out at him and walked over to the low coffee table by the window. This carried an array of harnesses and other pony gear at one end then an assortment of phallic devices and including two butt plug tails that Peter had fantasised about and, finally, a tray containing some bottles and various nasty looking pieces of what looked like surgical clamps and thin chains.

'When did you do get all this, I thought you were in Amsterdam all week?' 'I bought quite a bit there, but flew back via Cambridge on Thursday so that I could pay some friends in the area a visit,' he replied. She looked at all the tack and felt her fear rise along with her curiosity but was deliciously aroused by the paradoxical combination even if things were developing faster than she was entirely comfortable with. 'What on Earth were all these for?' she thought, and started to approach the table. Peter seemed to catch her indecision and held her arm. 'You do still want to go through with this?' he asked, now serious. 'My love, after experiencing what last weekend did for the both of us followed by a very frustrating week, I want this very much indeed.' She cupped her breasts and offered them to him, 'And so do your little friends!' 'OK, take off your clothes' Peter said calmly as he shut the door behind her.