A Rough Ride: Pony Girl Training in Latex and Leather (30 page)

Mark, as usual, read her thoughts. 'I'm talking about the "O" word here and I don't mean
orgasm
. You have permission to talk as soon as you've figured it out.' He slapped her backside and the smart of his handprint was delicious in her hyper-aroused state.

'Ohhh,' whispered Jenny, rapidly charting all the words that began with 'O' in her head, and orgasm was on the top of her list, unfortunately. After discarding several more possibles, her brain finally managed to trip over the right one. 'Obedience,' she breathed.

'Congratulations,' he smiled. 'Now we'll put all that talk of yours to the test. I want you to stay as still as you can. You are not to avoid the direction of the wand.' He pressed it tightly upon her clit to demonstrate and watched to see whether she could follow instructions.

'Ahhh,' she whimpered, wanting nothing more than to wiggle and buck helplessly.

'That's it,' he encouraged her. 'Stay perfectly still and let yourself go.'

The vibrations from the wand were so powerful it was impossible for her to do anything else and she came in thirty seconds flat. Agnes timed the moment of climax with exacting precision, inserting her plug about two seconds before the poor girl exploded.

Mark did not let her have any time off for good behaviour. He dropped the vibrations down again, but made her ride out wave after wave of almost painful, orgasmic contractions under his immoveable hand. It was probably the longest orgasm the chit had ever had, and quite possibly the most painful.

Whilst Jenny was almost sobbing under the wand's irrepressible, juddering bursts, she had managed to take control of herself and she did not move a muscle from the all fours position that had been assumed. There was no sway or squirming to be seen. Mark, quietly impressed, thought it was a sign of good things to come.

Meanwhile, Agnes had herself busy with plug number two. It was shorter and fatter than its predecessor and whilst it would be a snug fit going in, when it found its anchor point it was there to stay. There was a long black horsehair tail attached to it, but unlike Petal's normal tail plug this one was designed as a removable attachment, to suit her bidder's whim.

The shiny chrome butt-plug was now getting more than its fair share of lubricant and Mark's fingers were once more working inside Jenny's ass, to prepare her for the invasion. The strain on her face began to show, her expression tightening into a hard knot as the effort of not moving became more and more difficult. He flipped the power button on the wand back up to full again and watched as her fingernails clawed the table. Agnes began to position the butt-plug at Jenny's rear. The trainee's eyes glazed over. This one would learn to love anal sex, Mark thought, although she might not think so on her first occasion. It all depended on the skill of the partner.

Agnes began to apply a little more pressure with the plug and a slow twisting motion. The tense set of Jenny's body would deny it entry for the moment. He wanted to see if she would be able to deal with that on her own, so he bent down to her ear.

'Relax for me. Let go and take it all inside you. Concentrate, push out and the experience will be a whole lot less painful and a damn site more enjoyable. Can you do that for me?' He caught her chin with a finger and watched as her eyes connected with his. A frisson of sexual tension rippled through them both and it shocked him. Although he'd seen the jolt in her eyes and had been able to mask his, his desire for Miss Redcliff had just increased to the most painful frustration he had ever felt. If Agnes and Hetty had not been in the room he would be banging the girl silly by now. So much for control. What was wrong with him? He had no time to consider the matter further.

Jenny had obviously taken his commands to heart for he heard Agnes say, 'Beautiful,' as the plug slotted firmly home. Then, he had a fiery hellcat on his hands. All her restraint was lost as her body began to writhe and jump under the weight of the wand. Her newly positioned tail jumped around everywhere for a few seconds before an ear-splitting scream could be heard. It was all he could do to keep the wand attached to her clit, the girl moved about so much, but he made her ride out every single convulsion until she collapsed on her hands in exhaustion. She was panting for breath and a few beads of sweat trickled down from her forehead.

Agnes gave the pair a few minutes of quiet time before she coughed delicately and held up a simple silver circlet. Removing Petal's thick white collar with a couple of snaps, she held up the thin metal one for Mark to examine. 'It's a shock collar, same as the plugs,' she said, with a sympathetic twist to her lips, 'so if there's anything you want to say, better do it now. You can put the collar on and lead her into the cage if you like. We're happy to give you a couple of minutes' privacy. Hetty and I will be waiting outside.'

Hetty, who had been happily enjoying a very pleasant daydream with several pony-boys, her eyes staring blindly into space, found herself yanked out of the room with rather more force than was absolutely necessary.

Mark waited until he heard the door close behind them. 'Don't worry about Leyland. He's harmless enough and it's unlikely he'll lay a hand on you. You might be in a spot of awkward bondage for a few hours, but I suspect it's nothing you can't handle. Most of his girls find his works of art rather pleasurable... in one way or another.' Mark grinned. 'Oh, and don't worry about Kyle, I'll take care of him.'

He stroked her shoulders softly for a few seconds and finally said, 'Is there anything you want to ask me before I put your collar on? You won't be able to speak after it's in place, so get it all out of your system now.' He sighed.

When she looked up at him the look in her eyes was heart-breaking. 'Promise me you'll try to get me out of here?'

He let his eyes connect with hers once again, even though the sexual tension was now almost debilitating in nature, and said, 'You have my word on it. I'll do everything I can.' Snapping the collar tightly in place he scooped her up off the bench and kissed her. He knew he would be in an evil place when they had finished, but not giving her the reassurance of his lips would be worse. The mewling little cries in her throat were reward enough, and when he finally released her lips and tongue she gasped for air.

When she made a move to speak he put a finger over her lips. 'Don't say a word. The collar will give you a shock and you've probably had enough of those lately. I'll be back for you. Now be a good girl and get in the cage. It'll only be for a few hours and you'll be asleep for most of them.'

Lowering her to the floor he watched as she eyed her barred prison warily. Her lip wobbled. The cage was fairly small and she would not be able to stand up or lie down in anything other than the foetal position. He wondered whether she would go willingly. In her position, he didn't think he would.

'It's only for a few hours and I promise no one will hurt you. You'll be back with me before you know it.' He gave her his trademark grin and a wink.

Incredibly she crawled forward and, ducking her head through the narrow entrance, sealed herself behind sturdy metal bars.

'Gotta go, darling. Be a good girl for me, won't you?' Tapping the metal cage twice with his hand he turned and got the hell out of the room before he decided to do something stupid. The ladies would have to padlock the damn thing.

It took over an hour for Mark to calm down enough to pull his cell phone out. By that time he was already en-route to London and sipping a sparkling glass of Perrier with a slice of lime. The thought of eating anything turned his stomach. When the dial tone clicked to that of an answer tone he left a short clipped message.

'Hello, Sophia. I've changed my mind. Give our friend the works and take your time about it. You'll be reimbursed in the usual way.'

When he replaced his cell in his pocket he felt marginally better about the day's shortcomings. Rome wasn't built in a day.

Under My Thumb

Mark waited until he was back in his office before he made his next call. It was one he was dreading. He'd had one of the girls cheer him up slightly, to take the edge off things, but in reality she had only made things worse. His hunger for Miss Redcliff seemed to double with each day he didn't manage to fuck her. Half of it was his own damned fault. He could have had her today, but he had too much of a conscience, unfortunately. She'd been through enough. The trick was to get her on his own terms and he could have her, if he played his cards close to his chest. He had no idea what Redcliff wanted, though, and that worried him. He guessed there was only one way to find out.

'Hello, Synstyte Petroleum. How may I help you?' The plummy voice of a receptionist answered the phone and she immediately made Mark wince.

'Can I talk to Mr Redcliff, please?' His voice was abrupt but it didn't deter the receptionist in her practised response.

'I'm sorry but Mr Redcliff is currently in a meeting. Can I take your number and I'll get him to call back at his earliest convenience, Mr...?'

'If he is in a meeting, which I doubt at this time of the afternoon, you have my permission to disturb him and haul him over to an available telephone line in which to speak to me. I have a business proposition that requires immediate attention and if he doesn't talk to me right this instant, he will most definitely lose millions and you will probably lose your job.'

'Who did you say was calling again?' The receptionist had lost her good humour and a hard edge appeared where flowers had been only a moment before.

'I didn't. The name is Matthews. Mark Matthews.'

'Give me a moment, Mr Matthews.' He was put on hold while the line played Verdi's Anvil chorus. It felt vaguely appropriate, except they were banging anvils and he was probably banging his head against a brick wall in his latest and probably futile endeavour. He suspected the secretary had got her pert little butt off her chair and was trying to attract Redcliff's attention from whatever perverted games he was currently playing out in his office. The good news was he didn't have to listen to Verdi for long because Michael Redcliff's voice barked at him less than a minute later.

'Matthews. What a pleasant surprise. Is there anything I can do for you?'

Mark did not beat around the bush. 'As a matter of fact, there is. I'd like to purchase your daughter. How much do you want for her?'

'You want to purchase her when she's achieved the black? Oh jolly good, I'll jot your name down and we can discuss figures nearer the time. Was there anything else?'

'No. I want to purchase her for use as my personal submissive. If her earning the black is important to you, we can negotiate terms. I'm willing to pay handsomely. Name your figure.'

Michael cackled with laughter that sounded oddly inhuman on the other end of the line. It was clear that the man did not laugh often. 'How much are you willing to pay? Indulge an old man's curiosity,' he said, his throat rasping from his bout of amusement.

'Several million. Sex slaves usually run up to the ten million mark. I'm willing to pay fifty. Do we have a deal?' Mark's voice was curt. He wanted this conversation over with as quickly as possible.

'That much? My oh my, she's gotten under your skin, hasn't she? Her mother had that effect on me at the start. It's a crazy type of madness she'll inflict upon you, Matthews. You should be pleased I'm refusing your request.' And just in case he'd misunderstood that last remark, Mr Redcliff added for good measure, 'She's not for sale.'

'She will be eventually, so what does it matter whether you sell her now or later? You won't get any more money for her than that which I've offered.'

'That may be true but perhaps I just enjoy watching her suffer.' Redcliff chose that moment to have a coughing fit down the phone, although it could have been laughter, Mark supposed.

'Name your price, Redcliff. Everyone has a price. What's yours?' His voice was succinct and to the point. There was no question that Redcliff would understand exactly what Mark was offering.

'Oh. It's like that is it? The madness has overtaken you already and you're helpless under its tight fist? Poor boy. Now that is a shame.' Redcliff paused and Mark knew then that there was something the old man wanted. Something he had wanted all along, but he knew without a shadow of a doubt it would not be money. A company he owned, perhaps, or an island in the Caribbean, but not cold hard cash as he had previously thought.

The wait made Mark clench his fists, but he bided his time and remained silent. Let Redcliff think he was making him squirm.

'Well, there is one thing I might enjoy, I suppose.' Another long pause, and finally Mark could wait no longer - he bit.

'And what is that, Mr Redcliff?' His tone was cold, his words succinct.

Michael made a show of clearing his throat and then a slurp could be heard. The man was drinking coffee, whilst speaking on the telephone. Charming. Get to the damn point, Mark fumed silently. There was another pause, another slurp and a sigh before he finally received an answer.

'You. Under my command for the evening. Just one night, you understand. Nothing long term. I think you'd make a delightful submissive. What do you say, young chap? I'll make sure it's a night you'll never forget...'

A note from the author

Can I just say thank you to everyone involved in the making of this book from start to finish. An especially big thank you goes to my publisher, editor and beta readers who try to erase my numerous errors and keep me on the right track. It is not an easy task!

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Spanks, whips and smacks to all of you wonderful people who like a spot of naughty bedtime reading and plenty of erotic escapism.

Christina Mandara x

The Pony Tales conclude...

...in the sixth and final episode of Jenny's pony training. Don't miss it!