Today is an exciting day here at the farm. A new young lady has signed up and will spend her first day with us today. We are a special training farm. Because with us, prospective ponygirls are trained.
I will even be able to lean back and relax today. Because my wife will take over the first steps of the training. So I will watch the two ladies at work and enjoy it.
She's punctual in any case. And she looks good. Because so far we have only written and talked on the phone. My wife greets her. She is just 20 years old, slim and has a wonderful dark mane. Definitely a ponygirl with whom you can do so much. And from the looks of it, my wife doesn't do things by halves.
She sends the lady directly to the prepared room and under the shower. I now prepare a few more of the tools and will then keep the ladies company.
The right clothes for our ponygirl
A few minutes later I follow the ladies into the room. The sight immediately makes my heart beat faster. Our ponygirl is kneeling naked on the floor. The arms are already tied together with a wide leather arm cuff at the back. The arms are no longer visible, the ponygirl's posture particularly upright.
But that is not enough. Because my wife has probably started the training with a small boon. Because the head of the young lady is buried in the lap of my wife, who stands wide-legged in front of her. Apparently our ponygirl is doing her job well, as my wife's chest rises and falls.
But now it is time to start the training. At a sign from my wife, I take the horse bite mouth gag from the table she has laid out ready. I hand her the gag and grab the ponygirl's hair firmly. A sharp cry, but I quickly guide her head into the right position.
With deft fingers, my wife puts the gag on. Our ponygirl is reluctant to open her mouth at first, but a firm grip on her jaw quickly convinces her. Our little horse can no longer speak. The gag is tight and firm.
But my wife is not yet satisfied. She gets the ostrich feather headdress from the closet and attaches it to the gag. Now our ponygirl looks almost like a real horse. But there are still important details missing. The boots.
We have a large selection in all possible sizes. Our young lady has obviously small feet. I pull her up by her bound arms and my wife puts the boots on her. They go up to mid-thigh and have wonderfully high heels.
A first running workout in the Ponygirl Harness
While my wife puts the boots on, I can let my eyes wander over our new girl. The body is almost flawless. Beautiful, feminine curves, the breasts neither too big nor too small, The face also nicely cut, although somewhat distorted with the gag. And the long dark hair corresponds wonderfully with the feathers on her head.
It clicks. I tear myself out of my thoughts. My wife has attached a leash to the gag and is now leading our ponygirl back into the big hall. Here we not only have space, but also the best acoustics. And mistakes in the step sequence can always be heard better than seen.
So now the training begins. And I let my thoughts wander. Because it is neither particularly exciting nor interesting. Only the sound of the steps on the floor accompanies me. While I daydream, my sweetheart and our ponygirl work on the movements. I notice how the steps become more rhythmic and turn my attention back to both women.
Our ponygirl has a good sense of rhythm. She lifts her legs almost at the perfect angle and puts them on correctly with emphasis. Forward is already working great, backward is still causing a few problems. We will soon see how well our pony can work. I have already prepared the little carriage in the early morning.
Our ponygirl is equipped
From the looks of it, my wife is happy with her work. She gives me a sign and I go back to the two women. Time to get our pony ready for the first ride. I get out the Ponygirl Harness and leave it to my wife to put it on our ponygirl. Wide leather straps now loop over hips and thighs.
The eyelets on the sides are about to hold the carriage. But there is still one small detail missing for the perfect ponygirl. My wife takes the leash again and pulls our pony to the table. She bumps her thighs against the edge. But my wife is not yet satisfied. She continues to pull on the leash until our pony is lying on the table with her upper body.
She gives me a sign. I know what she wants. On the table is a tube of lube and the plug with the beautiful horse tail. She has chosen a small plug. So I guess I should be careful. I cream the plug first and then take a good dollop of lube on my fingers.
Without warning, I spread the cream between the buttocks. These immediately cramp up when the touch is noticed. But I can not and will not take it into consideration. Our pony must be beautiful. So I carefully penetrate the tight muscle ring with my finger and spread the cream.
Here, too, I feel cramping at first, but then it dissolves surprisingly quickly. That's good. So I pull back my finger and put on the plug. I press only lightly and wait until the rosette slowly opens again.
With light pressure, I push the plug deeper and deeper until it slides into place on its own. A short pull on the tail is enough for me to check. The plug fits perfectly. I nod to my wife and she helps our ponygirl get up.
A first ride in the fresh air
Our property is large and not visible. A factor that always works in our favor when training our ponygirls. The graveled path crunches under our footsteps as my wife leads our ponygirl on a leash to the wagon. A small single carriage with only one seat.
More than enough for a young lady in training. With deft fingers, our ponygirl is connected to the wagon with her harness. A longer leash is also attached to the gag. So my wife can keep control even on the seat. In addition, there is a small leather riding crop on the side of the cart.It is sunny and warm, so our ponygirl will not freeze while working either.
My wife takes a seat on the carriage and the leash in her hand. You can tell right away that our ponygirl can't really handle the situation yet. One tug on the leash and she starts moving. But there is nothing left of the movements she has just learned. So it is not left out that my wife reaches for the whip.
Almost playfully, it hisses through the air and hits the ponygirl's bare bottom with a clap. She flinches. The gag with the bridle, however, makes the scream seem inarticulate. I hear my wife explain. Now it goes further forward. Slowly, the sequence of steps begins to become even again.
I enjoy the sight of the rhythmically rising and falling thighs. The crunch of the gravel under the heels. The increasing speed. My wife makes a lap around our yard. They stop again just before me. Our ponygirl is sweating and panting. It was exhausting.
The breasts rise and fall before my eyes. For the first day already a considerable achievement. This also seems to please my wife. Because she detaches our ponygirl with her harness from the car. One round should be enough for today. But the weather is nice and it is time to give a little more pleasure to the training.
Reward and punishment at the same time
My wife leads our ponygirl around the wagon on a leash. With a short leash she is now tied to the wagon wheel. Leaning forward, she waits for what may come next. My wife plays with the crop on the freely dangling breasts of the pony. I now step behind her.
A look at my wife, an understanding nod and I free my best piece from my pants. I pull a rubber over and penetrate from behind between the tight lips of our girl. Because a good horse also deserves a reward.
