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Meet Jenny. She's rich, spoiled, rude and obnoxious. She's also just been signed up for the BDSM ride of her life - without her consent. An intensive training course at the Albrecht Stables is not what it appears to be and training to become a human pony was not on Jenny's to-do list. The trouble is, how do you escape when you're tied up, gagged and constantly sexually aroused? Which Master or Mistress do you turn to for rescue? And what do you do if you suspect you might actually be enjoying yourself? This is ...
Meet Jenny. She's rich, spoiled, rude and obnoxious. She's also just been signed up for the BDSM ride of her life - without her consent. An intensive training course at the Albrecht Stables is not what it appears to be and training to become a human pony was not on Jenny's to-do list. The trouble is, how do you escape when you're tied up, gagged and constantly sexually aroused? Which Master or Mistress do you turn to for rescue? And what do you do if you suspect you might actually be enjoying yourself? This is Jenny's adventure into the world of BDSM and pony play. She's about to find out just how much effort it takes to become a pony girl and that she has no choice but to excel in every aspect of her training or she may never stand a chance of being released from her bondage. Book One features Jenny's abrupt induction, where she finds herself being stripped naked, medically examined and intimately measured for her new uniform - as a pony girl.
Agnes popped her head through the door and waggled a green first aid kit in the air. 'Are you ready yet?' she asked.
'Give me five minutes and then you can wake sleeping beauty up. There's no point having her conscious before absolutely necessary.'
'No arguments here, I'll just finish my coffee and have a look through her paperwork.'
Hetty didn't bother to respond, already too absorbed in the tools around her. On her trolley she placed one gleaming pump action bottle of silky smooth lubricant, the thin version rather than the nasty, thick, sticky stuff. Next she added a twelve inch ruled glass dildo of the slimmest size available, and placed the medium next to it for good measure; she couldn't be running back and forth for things at her age. A black inflatable dildo followed and that completed the necessary equipment for the vaginal exam, bar a stainless steel speculum and some long cotton swabs. The rectal exam would follow with similar equipment, just much smaller in size. She brought the items back into the tack room and smiled when she saw that Agnes had brought back a couple of plastic tubs, one with warm water inside. Dropping the two speculums into the tub of water, she changed her gloves for a fresh pair and waited for the smelling salts to do their thing.
Agnes didn't have to wave the rather potent bottle of salts under Jenny's nose for long before her eyes snapped open. Then a gaggle of incoherent would-be screaming followed.
'She's all yours, Hetty.' Agnes picked up her notepad once more.
Jenny's eyes goggled as rubber-coated fingers began to exam her groin, brushing through her pubic hair to inspect the underlying skin beneath, pushing and pressing into the flesh, separating her labia majora and raising the hood of her clitoris to touch the little nub beneath. A moan escaped through her gag, she couldn't help herself. What on earth was wrong with her?
'A Brazilian wax definitely seems to be the fashion of choice at the moment,' commented Hetty, 'although I think you'll look much prettier when you've been properly readied for pony play and all that nasty hair is removed.'
Agnes nodded her head in agreement. 'It helps for your trainer to be able to see when you're aroused, too. There is nothing like a little pony that's hot to trot with glisteningly wet and swollen labia.'
Hetty squirted a thin trail of lubricant on two of her fingers before slowly parting her subject's inner lips and sliding them inside her vagina. She checked Jenny's uterus and ovaries and the surrounding skin for abnormalities, such as cysts or lesions. 'Right, that all seems to be fine.'
Taking the larger speculum out of the warm water, she dried it on a piece of clean white linen and slowly slid it into Jenny's vagina. It slid in easily but her patient began to struggle furiously once more.
Agnes put two fingers to the carotid artery on Jenny's neck and checked for her pulse. 'She's going into overdrive again. I think we need a little relaxant, if you know what I mean.'
Hetty smiled and withdrew the speculum slowly, placing it back in the water. 'A freebie? Hmm, well just this once, I suppose.' Hetty's thumb and fingers went back to their earlier position, separating the outer lips and pulling the hood of the clitoris back to expose its slightly swelling occupant. With her free hand she managed to squeeze a dollop of lubricant onto the tip of her index finger in a one-handed motion - it was amazing what you could do with years of practice - and applied light pressure to the tip of Jenny's clitoris. Just a few seconds of pressure and then she began slow, circular movements which teased the little nub into life.
Agnes came alongside to help with the ruled glass dildo. She rested it at the entrance of Jenny's vagina and applied light pressure. It wouldn't be able to slide in until its subject had become thoroughly aroused.
Hetty continued her attentions, light little taps, soft palpations and then a little bit harder, rubbing in quick concentric circles.
A long, thin line of dribble began to seep from Jenny's lips as she began to moan helplessly.
'I think our little pony likes to play,' said Agnes, winking at her colleague.
'Oh, I suspect she's played many times before. Her paperwork states that she brings home a different man nearly every day of the week and I suspect it's not business related. The forms state that our little pony here has never even managed to get a job, let alone hold one down, due to laziness mostly.'
'Well, laziness isn't a trait that will be tolerated here and I'm sure she'll soon mend her naughty ways,' said Agnes thoughtfully.
Jenny barely heard any of the conversation that was going on. Her buttocks had begun to bounce up and down on the leather horse with rhythmic frequency and her breasts were bouncing in unison with proudly erect, straining nipples. Heat had begun to pool within her face, turning it a deep shade of plum. She was beginning to breathe heavily through her nose and was clenching her fingers tightly inside her palms.
'Oh, we've got movement on the dildo,' said Agnes. It was beginning to slide quite comfortably inside the slippery lips placed before it and if possible, Jenny went a shade darker in colour as she felt the cold glass begin to penetrate. Whilst Henrietta continued to masturbate the trainee, Agnes gave the dildo a little more pressure in encouragement and was rewarded when it began to sink inside its occupant.
'Six inches and counting, Hetty,' she said.
Hetty now placed two fingers upon Jenny's clitoris and intensified the speed of movement.
Agnes began to pump the dildo in and out as Jenny raised her backside off the leather. 'She's going to make the most wonderful pony girl. Just look at the expression on her face.'
Hetty turned her attention back to her subject's face and was quite surprised to see a meek little submissive, almost ashamed of the orgasm she was about to have, panting and heaving for breath whilst nearly foaming at the mouth. Indeed she looked quite tortured in the throes of passion and any Master would be extremely pleased with that particular look during training. Hetty's fingers found their final rhythm and with a measured pressure, they would send the pony girl off to 'O' land in a few seconds.
'Eight inches and we're stopping. It won't budge any further,' said Agnes.
'She'll need to work on that. Eight inches won't do at all.'
Jenny tried to scream yet again. This time it would have been a full throttle scream of pleasure had it been able to escape. As it was it was pretty impressive, and had another line of saliva dripping down her cheek to pool on the floor beneath her. As her pussy began to convulse around the dildo she rode wave after wave of the strong contractions that had assailed her body before a fit of trembling overtook her. No-one had said a word the entire time and nor had anyone looked at her face. It should have been a very cold, dispassionate experience, and yet that had not been the case at all.
Agnes slowly slid the glass dildo back out again and placed it in the used receptacle box. 'Your turn again,' she said.
The shiny, black, inflatable dildo was picked up and admired. It would be used to measure what kind of width the trainee would be able to manage comfortably on her initial training. Hetty licked her lips and covered the black plastic in lubricant. The penis-shaped inflatable was then slowly inserted inside Jenny, who at the moment appeared rather desensitized to all that was going on around her. The new dildo barely needed the aid of lubricant, sliding deeply inside its victim with little additional help needed. When Hetty was confident that she had inserted it as far as it was able to go she began to use the small oval-shaped pump which was attached to the dildo by a black quarter-inch tube.
'Let me know when you feel a little pressure, Jenny,' said Hetty, but Jenny still looked mindless with pleasure and made no acknowledgment. One pump, then two, four, six and finally on the seventh pump of air Jenny began to protest in little staccato bursts, having finally snapped out of the aftermath of her delicious orgasm.
'Jot down an inch and a half, Aggie,' said Hetty, who was now deflating the pump and slowly sliding the much slimmer dildo back out. A loud clunk announced that the inflatable dildo had joined its friend in the used box and would no longer be needed.
Jenny was feeling intense heat in her cheeks and embarrassment curled itself all the way through her body. Not only had she just orgasmed in front of these two old ladies, who happened to be complete strangers, but she had enjoyed herself. No, make that really enjoyed herself. She had never had an orgasm like it. It had ripped through her body with such force that she had screamed out loud without even realising it. Not one of the men she had sex with, and there had been a few, had managed anything even remotely close to that kind of tumultuous eruption. What was wrong with her? Wake up, she told herself, you must snap out of this weird dreamworld you have managed to create. Although she had a suspicious feeling that not even her subconscious could come up with something this bizarre.
A knock sounded on the door. It was loud, insistent and the owner of such a knock obviously did not want to be ignored.
'Come in,' both ladies chorused together.
A male head popped around the door frame. 'Hello, Aggie, Hetty,' he nodded to each and gave a rather dazzlingly bright white smile. 'Just to let you know I'll be in charge of the trainee filly when you're done. I've been told in no uncertain terms that we need to show a firm hand with her at all times. Apparently she is what's termed as "difficult" but we'll give her the benefit of the doubt until her training begins.' He winked at Jenny.
Jenny tried instinctively to cover herself up, acutely aware of how naked and exposed she was. Of course the effort was pointless. All of the most intimate parts of her body were on display and he didn't even bat an eyelid. To make matters worse, the man was drop dead 'I've died and gone to heaven' gorgeous. He had a posh English accent, short black hair gelled upwards in soft spikes and chocolate-brown eyes. If that wasn't enough, add tight white riding breeches, a white shirt, a pair of black knee-high boots and a matching riding coat. Most women would have melted into a small puddle before him and she was definitely one of them. He was quite possibly the most desirable man she had ever had the good fortune to lay her eyes upon and she had to meet him like this. Life was not fair. A groan of frustration left her lips as her body began to heat once more, blood pumping furiously through her. Oh no, she thought, this cannot be happening yet again. Gritting her teeth she tried to quell her reaction.
'Did you want to help perform the exam, Master Mark?' asked Hetty.
Jenny tried to shake her head in horror, knowing that as soon as the man's fingers touched her she would explode. It had been bad enough being observed by the two old ladies, but having an attractive man there to witness these depravities would make it ten times worse. With all her might she willed him to say no.
'Well,' he paused, as if thinking for a moment, 'how about I sit over here in the corner and watch? If you need a hand with anything you can let me know.' The devilish smile he gave to the ladies indicated that he knew his presence would give an added torment to their victim.
Jenny tried to thrash about on the horse to let her feelings on the matter be known, but other than her bottom sliding around on the leather which was now slick with her own juices, there wasn't much movement of any account and no-one paid the slightest bit of attention to her.
In a few brief seconds Mark had settled himself quietly on a wooden stool that would give him the best view of everything that would shortly be happening between Jenny's legs. Hetty, meanwhile, had grabbed the larger steel speculum out of the water again and was slowly patting it dry with clean linen.
'There, there, horsie,' said Hetty, who had watched Jenny's attempted protest with amusement. 'Most of the fillies around here would kill for a few minutes of Master Mark's time. Give him a few hours and I'm sure you'll be drooling at the mouth along with the rest of them.'
That was exactly what Jenny was afraid of.
Posted September 11, 2013
Not a whole lot shocks me, having read Anne Rice's Sleeping Beauty books, so I wasn't offended by a novella about pony play. If you don't know what pony play is you probably shouldn't be reading this review. In any case…
The novella was quite well written with a great flow. The author clearly spent the time to thoroughly polish her work before releasing it, which made for quite pleasurable reading.
The story itself was quite entertaining and a fun, light read. The entire novella can be read in a single sitting if one desires, or the short chapters make for convenient pausing points.
I look forward to the author's future releases as it will be fun to revisit these characters.
If you enjoy reading about pony play this is a great addition to your collection and I highly recommend it!
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Posted December 14, 2014
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Jenny is a spoiled brat so she is sent to a school where discipline is stressed. I liked that Jenny was sent into an unknown experience. She needs to learn that there are limits and boundaries. The characters are well defined. I knew what each person thought about Jenny. I liked Agnes and Henrietta, the clothiers at the riding school. They were a surprise but exactly what was needed. This is the beginning of a series, The Riding School was short but well written. It kept me turning the pages and I want to know more.
Posted September 7, 2014
Hot, sexy, and daring! Those three words perfectly capture this erotic novel that is a fun and entertaining ride. I highly recommend it.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted September 3, 2014
The Ponygirl fetish isn't for everyone, but Ms Mandara has made it beautifully easy to read and sizzlingly exciting. If you enjoy any kind of erotica, this is well worth the read!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted September 3, 2014
Posted March 1, 2014
Flat out erotica with hard-core BDSM pony play with consensual non-consent.
Consent: the rich girl's father signed her up for riding lessons and she <i>willingly</i>
goes to the training stables only to find that <i>she</i>
is the filly left behind bolted doors for training!
Non-consent: bound, gagged, stripped, examined and pleasured without her permission!
Such is the tale of a naughty spoiled rich girl who meets gorgeous dominant Master Mark for disciplinary action.
Highly recommended for those who crave pony fetish erotica.
Posted February 14, 2014
Great quick read, leaving you wanting more!!! YUMMY YUMMY YUMMY!!!!
**warning hot steamy non consensual kink happening in this reading material**
This first book in the series wets your appetite for what's in store for Jenny at the hands of Master Mark at the Albrecht stables... YUM!!!
Spoiled little rich girl, Jenny finds herself a "guest" at The Pony Rides Hotel or what looks like something out of Anne Of Green Gables (which btw I loved seeing as it's a local to my upbringings story). Not the kind of accommodations Jenny the brat is used to, that's for sure!!
Aww, poor brat is in for the surprise of her life, when she's all booked in and sent through the black door............
OK, I'll admit, I was squeezing my legs together reading this.
I LOVE Pony Play!!! I LOVE humiliation!! I LOVE Objectification, and I LOVE where this story is heading!!
Already there's been medical play, butt play, orgasm denial at the hands of super HOT Master Mark.
Posted December 1, 2013
One of those nice books where the author always leave you wanting that little bit more... with chapters like 'Silenced and measured for size' and 'The Exam' I was pleasantly entertained for an afternoon. Could have done with being a little bit longer, but I guess that's where book two comes in!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted July 29, 2014
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