Gabrielle waited a few seconds, then let out the laughter that welled up in her at Amanda’s embarrassed and extremely rapid departure and when her Master returned some minutes later, she was still giggling.
“I know. I know.” He grinned. “Poor Amanda couldn’t get out fast enough, could she? I think today gave her quite a bit more than she bargained for. And you were rather naughty, suggesting that she’d make a good pony-girl.”
“Well, I think she would, Master. Don’t you?”
“Actually, I do, Gabrielle,” he agreed, chuckling. “Not as good as you, though.”
“No, Master?” she asked coyly, clearly pleased. “May I know why not?”
He gazed at her through the bars of her stable, lying naked on the straw and tethered by her collar and chain. “Because she is not as naturally submissive as you, pony-girl,” he explained flatly, “nor is she as deeply passionate, or have your powerful desire to obey and be controlled and submit to forces stronger than yourself. She likes the idea of having a Master, but doesn’t possess your absolute need to have one who will take away her freedom and independence and give her no choice but to be what he requires her to be. You do. And that, pony-girl is what makes the difference.”
Gabrielle listened intently, then smiled happily, “You’re right, Master. I’m your pony-girl, I love what I am and I never want to be anything else.”
“That is not something you need to worry about. I have no intention of letting you be anything else.”
“Good. And thank you, Master. So I passed all your tests, then?”
“I knew you’d work it out. Yes, you passed and I’m very pleased with how you performed today. Did you enjoy it?”
“Most of it, Master. I was really embarrassed when we first met Amanda and she did whip me pretty hard when I was pulling her around the paddock.”
“Ah, yes. Well you deserved that after bolting with her.”
She giggled, “Yes, I probably did. But it was funny, wasn’t it?”
“It certainly was, even if Amanda didn’t seem to think so. I did warn you she was mad at you.”
“It was worth it and anyway, you whip me much harder.”
“And I will again if you try anything like that with me.”
“I know that, Master, and if I was that stupid, I’d deserve it.”
“Yes, you would. So, anything else?”
“Two things, if I may, Master. One offer and one question, really.”
“Go ahead.”
“She asked if she could come back for another exercise session, Master. If… If you wanted to, I wouldn’t…wouldn’t mind…”
“Is that so, pony-girl? Then I may just do that. But if I do decide to let her exercise you again, I suggest you remember that whether you mind or not really doesn’t matter. I make those decisions, not you.”
The reminder wasn’t lost on Gabrielle and she immediately lowered her head submissively and replied, “Yes, of course, Master. I only meant—”
“I know what you meant,” he cut her off sharply. “I saw how wet you were and am well aware that you came more than once while you were being exercised and disciplined by Amanda. Now, what’s your question?”
She gulped and reddened, remembering her three climaxes in the paddock, but as he repeated, “The question, pony-girl,” she made herself ignore the jolt of scorching arousal that speared through her belly at the delicious memory of her enforced surrenders to the brunette.
“I was just…just wondering, Master. The other stable? You mentioned…maybe a second pony-girl? Perhaps even Ama-Amanda?”
“Yes. So?”
“But…but I’m your pony-girl, Master.”
“And you’re frightened I might be getting bored with you and thinking of getting another pony, eh?”
“Yes, Master. If… If I’ve done something to disappoint you, Master, I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”
He stared impassively at her anxious face for long, endless moments, until Gabrielle shivered.
“I am the Master here,” he snapped sharply and as she shuddered and instantly lowered her head in submission, her eyes moist with unshed tears. He added, “You forget yourself, pony-girl. It is not your place to question my decisions and if I choose to acquire a second pony-girl, then you will accept it.”
“Yes, Master,” she whispered humbly. “I am sorry, Master. Please forgive me.”
He stared down at her, then unlocked the door and knelt to take her into his arms.
“Gabrielle,” he told her firmly, “you are a superb pony-girl, but sometimes, like now, you make me wonder what I have to do to make you understand just how much you mean to me. Don’t you get it? I have kidnapped you, chained you, kept you prisoner, made you obey and serve me, trained you as a pony-girl, taken you and used you as a sex-slave and even whipped you. It’s taken months, cost me a fortune and put me in danger of going to jail. Those are huge risks, but I took them and will continue to take them, for the simple reason that you are the one and only woman I love and will ever love. I captured you because I wasn’t prepared to live without you and I will never let you go for the same reason. You are mine and you are going to stay mine and if you think I would permit a second pony-girl to spoil what I have…what we have... you’re crazy. If Amanda, or anyone, occupies that stable, it will never change that, or alter my feelings for you. You are and will always be my first love and my first pony-girl and if Amanda does ask to join us, we will train her together. I as the Master and you as senior pony-girl, with authority and disciplinary rights over her. Now, my love, does that answer your question?”
Cradled in his arms, Gabrielle gazed up into his eyes and as she read the truth in their depths and knew that the man she loved and who loved her, would be her true Master for the rest of her life, a great wave of joy and contentment washed over her as she welcomed and embraced her fate…and the intriguing prospect of perhaps assisting him in training…and disciplining Amanda.
“Yes, My Master,” she replied, her eyes sparkling. “I love you, Master, and ask only to obey and serve you as the pony-girl you have made me. Take your pony-girl, Master. Please take her and let her prove her love and desire and passion for her Master. Your pony-girl is in need, Master, and longs to submit fully to you.”
He smiled and when he ordered, “Then she will, pony-girl. Wrists to ankles. Your Master requires your services for his pleasure,” Gabrielle rolled onto her back and grasped her ankles, hollowing her spine and spreading her thighs wide to display her body and offer herself for his use. Her belly churning with ferocious heat to the knowledge that she was to be taken by her Master and that if she failed to be totally satisfactory, or broke the ordered position, or even attempted to speak, he would not hesitate to discipline her.
For the only standard her Master would ever accept, was perfection from the willing, adoring pony-girl he had trained to obey without question and submit without limit.
The pony-girl he had bought and paid for with the solitary one pound coin that glittered in the valley between her naked breasts…
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