BDSM Library - Story: Pony Summer, Chapter: Part 1

Pony Summer

Tight…too damn tight! He moaned into the gag. The initial discomfort was now far more intense. His hands were encased in steel mitts which were attached to chains. These chains were connected to winches which pulled the mitts and his arms wide apart. His ankles were tethered in a similar fashion, his legs spread wide apart. What was worse was the steel helmet that was locked on his head and which also was attached to a chain and winch set into the rafters. There was no light and just a few air holes to ensure he wouldn’t suffocate. He had been there for hours. How many he wasn’t sure. He shivered from the cold night’s air. The barn wasn’t heated but that would be the least of his worries.

He was in his Junior year at the University when he met his Mistress. She was on the Alumni Committee and he was a student volunteer. It took very little time for her to realize that he was a natural submissive. Only a few sessions were needed and by mid-term he had become her willing slave.

She had told him that she wanted him to serve her full time during the summer break. He was hesitant as this was far more than what he had anticipated, but he agreed. It was only for the summer and he had no definite plans anyway. Besides wasn’t this his ultimate fantasy; to be the slave of a very wealthy woman?

He had done as he was told. Once the school semester was over he had went back to his dorm room and made sure that all of his things were removed. He then had gone to the self-storage facility where she had paid for three-month’s rental. There he prepared himself as ordered. He stripped and put on the outfit his Mistress gave him. It consisted only of a pair of pink womens’ ‘boy shorts’, a pink womens’ sports top and a pair of pink running shoes. He was to wear these and only these things. They not only were a bright pink but they were so small that they were extremely tight . The bulge of his cock and balls and the shape of his ass could not possibly be hidden.

He waited outside the storage facility. His heart was racing and he considered changing his mind, but then his Mistress pulled up in her car.

“Get in slave!” she shouted. He had been too accustomed to following her orders and quickly opened up the passenger side door and got in the car.

“Key!” she barked. He gave her the key to the rental locker. “Turn around, hands behind the back!” He knew what would be next. She then took a pair of handcuffs and placed them around his wrists. He grunted as she made sure that they were tight and uncomfortable. He was about to say “OWW” when she pushed a ball gag into his mouth and secured it.

“Now we can have a nice little drive without a lot of boring conversation.” She said. She then drove off with her slave to the next stop.

The drive was long and the cuffs were becoming more uncomfortable with each minute. He groaned into the gag, hoping that Mistress would have pity and loosen them. But she ignored him and turned up the volume on the radio.

Twice she had stopped for gas and a snack. Of course he was given nothing; not even a bathroom break. His discomfort was turning into pain and it clearly shown on his face. She turned onto a side road and parked the car.

“All right…I’ll stop here. Better you do it out there than in my car.”

She went to the passenger side and opened the door. He got out and looked at her expecting her to undo the cuffs. Instead she pulled his shorts down and pointed him to a clump of bushes.

“Now move it or I’ll leave you here.”

Quickly he spread his legs and pissed as quickly as he could. Then he came back to the car where she pulled up the shorts and let him back into the car.

“That’s the last stop I’ll make. So you better have a strong bladder because I won’t let you piss over my leather seats. You have the slightest inkling of doing that and I’ll go to the nearest truck stop and find some horny driver to take you off my hands!”

She drove for about another hour when she turned off the highway and onto a gravel road. They continued for another two miles and then pulled onto a dirt road which went through a large group of trees and behind a hill. On the other side of the hill there was a farmhouse and barn. She stopped in front of the barn.

She was greeted by a man who was dressed in a long leather coat, leather gloves and riding boots. He opened the car door and pulled the slave out, throwing him to the ground.

“Get up!” the man shouted. Slightly stunned, the slave slowly got to his feet. But it was too slow for the man. He grabbed the handcuffs and pulled the slave to his feet. The pain was intense as the metal bit into his wrists. He looked at his Mistress, hoping that she would do something. But he was quite wrong.

“Gustav will be in charge of training you.“ she said. “Now Gustav, you have free reign over his training. Do whatever you have to, just make sure he is fully converted by the time I come to collect him.”

She then got into her car and left. The slave wanted to chase after her but the man, Gustav ,gave the handcuffs another jerk, causing the slave to cry out in pain.

Gustav pushed the slave into the stables and led him to a set of posts. Unlocking the handcuffs, he looked into the slave’s eyes. “You try or do anything that I don’t want you to do I’ll take that 40 foot bullwhip and take off every inch of your skin…for starters.”

The slave soon found his hands encased in steel mitts and his ankles shackled. Gustav then unbuttoned his coat. The slave saw that he was nude except for a leather harness, gloves and boots. He also saw a huge erect cock!

‘We’re going to get along just fine as long as you do what you’re told.” . Then he lowered a steel helmet placed it over the slave’s head and locked it shut. Soon the slave heard the sound of chains moving and he felt the mitts and ankle shackles being pulled towards the two stable posts. The chains were pulled tighter and tighter. His hands and arms being pulled along with them…tight…tighter…tighter! He screamed into the gag but Gustav kept turning the winches. First the left arm, and then the right. The right leg, and then the left. He kept going until nearly reaching the point where the slave’s arms and legs could be pulled out of their sockets. Finally Gustav tightened the chain to the helmet ensuring that the slave could not move his head at all.

It would be the following morning that the slave would experience the next step.

Gustav loosened the helmet chain and released the slave’s head. The sweat rolled down the slave’s face as the helmet was so hot and the air so stifling. But there would be little relief. Gustav’s left arm wrapped around the slave’s head, holding it firmly. The slave soon saw a hypodermic needle in Gustav’s right hand. He attempted to struggle but it was no use. Gustav took the needle and pushed it into the slave’s throat. There was an attempt at a scream but the severe gag would let nothing out. The plunger was pushed and the slave felt the liquid enter the needle and into his throat. In seconds a horrible burning could be felt. Gustav pulled out the needle and released the slave’s head.

The pain! The horrible pain! The slave felt as if his throat was on fire!

“Just a mild acid-based fluid.” Gustav said firmly. “In about an hour your vocal chords will be destroyed and you will no longer be able to utter a word…or even a noise.”

The slave cried as his vocal chords was slowly eaten away by the acid. His tears ran down his face.

He watched as Gustav walked over to a workbench with a large cabinet and opened the double doors. Lining the cabinet and doors were whips, tawse, paddles and all sorts of implements of torture. Taking a heavy horsewhip Gustav walked behind the slave.

“Now this is just a taste of what will happen if you disobey!” With that he pulled back the whip and began applying it to the helpless slave. The slave felt the whip as it cut into his back, his legs and everywhere that Gustav could find unprotected flesh. Over and over the whip came down. The slave could not beg for mercy and it was certain that Gustav would not give it anyway.

It was only about twenty minutes, but to the slave it felt like hours. The pain in his throat was nothing compared to the vicious whipping that occurred.

Gustav grabbed the slave’s face and stared into his eyes. “You’ll get this every time you disobey. Behave and do what you are told and no pain. Do you understand?”

The slave nodded his head, letting Gustav know that his words were clearly understood.

“Fine then…This is the last time we’ll have this conversation, or any kind whatsoever.”

Gustav wheeled over two full-length mirrors and placed them in front and back of the slave

The slave was confused but soon saw Gustav go back to the workbench and retrieve a pair of scissors, a set of old fashioned straight razors some shaving cream and what looked like a can of paint. But he froze when he saw the label “Permanent Hair Remover”.

Grabbing hold of the slave’s hair, Gustav took the scissors and began cutting off the slave’s shorts and top. Then he began cutting off the slave’s hair. He then took the razors and shaved the slave bald. But he was not content with just the head. He did the same to every inch of the slave’s body, shaving off every hair he could see. Satisfied with the closeness of the shave, Gustav opened up the can and taking a brush went over every place he had shaved. Instead of a burning, the slave felt a coolness and then a numbness. When the liquid from the can had dried Gustav washed the slave with a large bucket of cold water.

The slave still felt a tingling wherever the liquid had been applied. The pain from the whipping and his throat had subsided a bit and he breathed a bit easier.

Gustav then held the slave’s forehead and with a marker drew a line on the head from the crown to the back of the head, to the back of the neck and down all the way to the tailbone. Next he took from a workbench a very long strip of what looked like fur or hair. Bringing it over to the slave, Gustav took a tube of some kind of goo and began applying in onto the line he drew on the slave. Taking the hair strip he placed it on the top of the slave’s head and pressed down. He slowly applied the remainder of the hair strip until it reached the small of the slave’s back. Then with the scissors and a comb he cut and shaped the hair into a horse’s mane!

Gustav then went to another part of the stable and retrieved an armload of leather straps. He took thee and the slave soon saw that this was a harness of some kind. No not of some kind but one just like for a horse except it was made for a human…him!

The bit and bridle were next. He wanted to refuse it but he knew that Gustav would have no mercy on his, so he opened his mouth and felt the rubber covered steel enter his mouth. The straps were tightened and he thought that was it..until Gustav fit him with a neck corset and blinders. Now he could not move his head at all and all he could do was to look straight ahead.

Gustav then released the slave’s ankles, removed his shoes and began to pull a pair of boots over the legs. They were knee length and forced his feet into an uncomfortable position. When finished he was perched on a pair of pony hooves which had attached to them a set of heavy iron horseshoes.

Finally Gustav released the slave’s hands from the metal mitts. The slave’s arms were numb from the hours of being secured and they were easily bound in a pair of gloves which were then strapped to the harness and waist belt around his middle. The slave was completely helpless!

Gustav chuckled. “I promised her you’ll be converted in three months and I bet you’ll become a pure ponyslave in less than that.”

The ponyslave then was taken over to another part of the stables. In a separate room was a low wooden bench. He was then bent over the bench and secured with leather straps. He began to panic realizing what was going to happen.

Gustav began applying a lubricant to the slave’s rear opening . The ponyslave struggled but there was no way that he could escape. Soon he felt Gustav’s huge cock entering his rear! Gustav thrust himself inside the helpless pony, over and over. The pony’s eyes were filled with tears as the assault on his rear continued. Gustav was told that he had free reign and he was going to make the most of it.

When he was satisfied, Gustav cleaned off the pony and as a final indignity fitted the slave with an extra-large sized horsetail anal plug.

Over the next two months the ponyslave was trained. He was no longer spoken to as a human being. In fact he wasn’t even spoken to in English. Gustav only spoke to the ponyslave in German. Everything was an order and if he hesitated or failed the ponyslave was severely whipped. He dared not disobey as he knew that Gustav would show no mercy. If he was a ‘good pony’ Gustav might give him a treat. Of course Gustav also took pleasure in raping the pony every night and sometimes two or three times during the rest of the day.

Every day was spent in constant, relentless training. Sulky pulling, dressage, jumping and other forms of horsey behavior were drilled into the ponyslave. He no longer felt human but was indeed an animal; a pony. The summer was almost over but the ponyslave was unaware that three months had passed.

It was after a training session involving a ten mile sulky ride, the ponyslave heard a familiar voice.

“Oh Yes!” exclaimed the Mistress. “Gustav you have earned every penny I’m paying you!”

Gustav smiled. “Yes, and I’m a little sad to see him go. I’ve gotten quite used to having him around.”

The Mistress chuckled. She knew that Gustav had his way with the slave. “It was all worth it in the end, no pun intended.” Gustav smiled again. This was his best job of training ever.

“I’ve arranged for shipment to your ranch in Canada by Wednesday.’ Gustav said ,“The usual method of course.”

“Of course” the Mistress replied. “Just one little detail.”

The ponyslave was taken to the wooden bench and strapped down. Was he going to be raped in front of the Mistress, he wondered?

It was several minutes later than Gustav wheeled in a barbeque grill which was burning charcoal. The Mistress soon entered. She was wearing a pair of boots, a pair of leather chaps and except for a pair of heavy gloves, nothing else.

Gustav took a sponge and applied a liquid to the ponyslave’s rear. The ponyslave finally realized what was going to happen.

The Mistress was wet with anticipation. She fingered herself as she waited for the metal to get hot enough.

“This is the really fun part” she squealed and brought herself to orgasm.

Gustav took out the branding iron from the coals and handed it to the Mistress.

The ponyslave saw the white hot iron as she walked over to him. The leather straps were unyielding as he fought with every inch of strength he had left. It was a hopeless effort to escape.

Before passing out he heard one last thing.

“YOU’RE MINE NOW!” she screamed as she pressed the iron to the ponyslave’s rear.