Chapter 17

Jeff helped me with carrying in groceries. I smirked to myself that at least he didn’t see me as a workhorse/slave who should have to do it all myself and was still willing to help.

We stopped dead in our tracks, nearly dropping everything. My jaw dropped as I stared at the spectacle in the living room.

My daughter was wearing her full pony dressage regalia, complete with collar and boots, nipple and clit clamps, and fully exposed horse’s tail hanging between her ass cheeks. She was preening and laughing as she had a conversation with two other girls around her age.

The first was her friend Jessica, someone I’ve known since they were kids. She hadn’t been over since their high school days. The second, surprisingly, was our neighbor’s daughter, Nadine Johnson. Both were dressed casually and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying catching up while my daughter chatted animatedly, clearly in her element.

They looked up at us with the ease of old friends, as though we’d just interrupted a lively and delightful conversation.

“What’s going on here?” I demanded at the same time that Jeff repeated my exact words and glared at his sister.

“What is the big deal? I invited over some friends, and I am showing them my pony gear,” Ellie replied defensively.

I was speechless – just frankly, flummoxed. How could Ellie think this was a good idea?

“Go change!” Jeff insisted sternly.

Ellie laughed at her little brother, looking down her nose at him as if he had to be joking. She reminded him that training was over. “It’s my free time. I am allowed to have friends, aren’t I? am I supposed to lead a lonely life now? Dad said, no BOYS. These aren’t boys. They are both over eighteen. Jessica knows I’ve always wanted to be a pony, and Dad told Nadine yesterday.”

I had SEEN her bow and scrape to her little brother outside of training time. Ellie was clearly showing off for her friends. My immediate thought was she needed to be taught a lesson and brought down a notch.

On the other hand, she may have had a point that she could have friends over. I doubted that Peter would see it that way.

“Is Jeff not allowed to have friends over either?” Ellie pouted, doing nothing to hide her body. Her friends regarded us both as if we had just stepped on their pet’s tail and farted at the same time. They clearly took my daughter’s side of the discussion without having said a word.

“I think you are allowed to have friends over, Ellie,” I managed to say politely without raising my voice. “It’s a matter of walking around in your pony regalia after training hours. Your father said that he wanted family time without BDSM.”

There was no point in pretending we were a vanilla family to these two girls. Jessica may not have known, but Nadine had become aware when we had to return her little brother to her house.

“Dad’s not here. Nobody else was home, so who did it harm?” Ellie asked. She wasn’t being defiant or bratty, but I couldn’t counter her points, and I got flustered.

It was “DAD” now, not Master, or Daddy? I wanted to call out my daughter so badly, but I continued to remain firm but civil.

“Nadine’s parents didn’t seem to approve of our choices. I am sure her parents may be concerned that she is here,” was all I could respond with.

“I apologize, Mrs. Thompson. This is not Dancer’s fault. If you want to be mad at someone, Please be mad at me. I am eighteen, my parents don’t have authority over me, and I can come and go as I please. Kevin hasn’t stopped talking about butts and boobs since you brought him over to our house. I wanted to see it for myself,” Nadine seemed pleasant. She politely said she would leave if it would be an issue.

I backed down. I didn’t want to escalate this into a pissing contest, and Nadine clearly knew my daughter’s name. The moment Nadine called me Vixen, I’d feel like queen hypocrite, anyway.

Unfortunately, Peter chose to pull into the driveway at that moment. “You might want to go change,” Jeff warned her sternly.

“Why? You are going to tell Dad anyway. I am proud of my lifestyle. Mom invites friends over. Dad invites friends over. You can have friends over. I wanted to have a conversation with my friends, and the topic of what I wore came up, so I thought I would show them. I am not ashamed of being a pony.”

That was a healthy attitude, and I’ve said something similar around my kids when I flitted around the house in front of them when they were growing up. Ellie wasn’t making it easy to be angry with her. I was just glad the cavalry was about to arrive, and my husband would handle things.

Peter walked into the house to the confrontation and realized that I was just as stunned as he was. “Take that off,” he immediately instructed Ellie.

“Yes, Master,” Ellie began to undo her corset herself, making sweet eyes in a mockingly submissive manner. Her friends chuckled a little – they must have also known Peter was her Trainer and Master.

“Not here,” Peter frowned, knowing that Ellie knew what he meant and was having a go at him.

“We are girls; we know what each other has under our jeans, Sir,” my daughter countered politely without stopping.

“Are you trying to get me to let you out of your pony training?” Peter asked her, point blank in a very firm manner that let Ellie know she had better think carefully about her next action.

It was at that point her two friends decided it was better to excuse themselves and leave. They politely made their way to the door, but nobody stopped them.

“Shall I continue to strip, Master?” Ellie asked politely after they left – her speech returning to a more typical submissive tone of voice. She waited for his order before continuing to undress.

“That was stupid, Ellie. Why did you do that?” Peter asked.

Ellie politely summarized what she had used to justify her actions when I first arrived.

“I see, and you couldn’t wait to show it off to Jessica. I can understand that. She’s always been a supportive friend, but you should have asked me if you could have friends over,” Peter frowned, still standing in the doorway.

“I’ve never had to ask to bring over friends before, Dad.”

“Oh, is it Dad, now? You called me Master in front of the neighbor.”

“You are my Master, and you were giving me an order. I responded as Dancer when you did, but I am just Ellie now, aren’t I?”

Peter seemed flustered. “I just don’t understand, why did you bring over the neighbor’s daughter? What was her name, Nadine, right? We just had to talk to her parents about their son’s curiosity. This just makes it more complicated. Didn’t you say she was a bully?”

“Yeah, but people change. We started talking, and she said that she was curious about what was going on over there. I thought it was better to show her and not make it seem like some taboo secret sex-cult. I didn’t think you guys would freak out. What’s the big deal? Am I supposed to live like a hermit? Nobody else was home, and I was bored, so I invited Jessica over, and we caught up.”

“This is why I was reluctant to train you at home. There are complications about our relationship. If vanilla friends of yours pop over that know nothing about your training, what might they think?”

“I guess it would be an opportunity to educate them and remove some stigma about D/s. Nadine knows I get trained outside. If I didn’t talk to her about it and have an honest conversation, she might think what we do is not consensual or is abusive or cruel, and it’s not. I showed them the punishment bra, and they both thought it was medieval torture. I told them I screwed up and I will think twice before doing that again.”

Dammit, it was hard to argue with all of that. I still felt like Ellie should get in trouble.

Peter listened and also found it hard to argue with that logic. I could tell he wanted to have a counterpoint that his daughter hadn’t considered and was working hard to think of one. His only real issue had been not being informed ahead of time.

Ellie explained that they weren’t all that surprised by her choice, and that while they used to razz each other, they were more mature. “If a girl started getting tubby, we’d draw on her tummy with a magic marker in the locker room and call her Piggy. It was peer pressure. We didn’t have needle bras, but if a girl was all fumbles at practice, we might swipe her panties and make her walk around school like that,” Ellie explained why she felt Nadine was a bully. “She used to delight in it.”

“I doubt that would have been very effective on you; you love showing off,” Jeff sneered.” You might have even encouraged her.”

“I do love attention, but not negative attention. I’ve had my bottoms taken from me before when I deserved it. It was a good motivator. Nadine and Jessica can understand a little hazing. That’s what they thought you were doing to me when I was outside.”

“Hazing? Is that what you think discipline is?” Peter asked incredulously. “There is nothing about this that is done for malicious reasons. Discipline is applied out of love – to make you stronger and teach you how to behave with consequences.”

“Hazing was kind of like that in school. We weren’t trying to get girls to quit. We wanted them to hang in there. Teasing was just our way of making them want to do whatever it took NOT to be teased. We had a very informal group of girls who relied upon each other. You are only as strong as your weakest teammate in the pyramid. If they fall, we all fall. We worked together to motivate each other and took our lumps like big girls. It wasn’t like being caged or tied to a chair, but the initiation ritual to join was sucking pacifiers and wearing diapers while riding in the back of a truck through the neighborhood.”

“I heard that NEVER happened,” Jeff said skeptically. I could believe it – girls could be incredibly imaginative when it came to their ability to be cruel to one another.

“It happened, we just didn’t admit it. It’s a tradition. We can duck down in the back of the truck, and the older cheerleaders call us babies and make us suck our thumbs and wear diapers. It proves you’ll do whatever you have to do for your squad and to be on the squad. It’s a rite of passage.”

I had a better understanding of my daughter’s motivations to be a pony. She may have viewed doing this with me much the same way she did getting on the varsity squad at school.

“I see, and neither of them thought what you were doing was strange?” Peter asked.

“Oh, they thought it was weird as fuck! Jessica knows I like stuff like this, though, and Nadine’s only issue was that I let my little brother boss me around.”

“Did you tell her we fuck?” Jeff asked, seemingly insulted by Nadine’s reaction and clearly embarrassed that she probably knew he fucked his sister. He didn’t mention me, but I would assume he didn’t want that secret out there, either. I would have been mortified if it had been brought up.

“It didn’t come up,” Ellie grinned at him. I could tell that made Jeff feel a little less important and took the hot air out of his sails. Jeff had been feeling like the center of Ellie’s world and probably expected to be the topic of conversation – even if he didn’t want his dirty little secrets revealed.

“Well, It’s done and over with, now. Your friends were here. There is nothing we can do to change what they do and do not know. I’ll need to think about the process for having your friends over. I am not sure how comfortable everyone ELSE was with that. In the meantime, training hours are over, so I’d ask you to change and help your mom put together dinner.”

Peter didn’t ask me or Jeff how we felt.

“Can we do the egg test while I am still dressed, Master?” Ellie pleaded nicely after Peter dismissed everyone from our impromptu family meeting.

“It’s only been a few days since your first test,” Peter saw no reason to repeat it so soon.

“I think I can pass. I know what I did wrong, please?” Ellie begged excitedly. “You can punish me however you like if I waste your time!!”

“If you waste my time, the next two days NO pony training at all,” Jeff offered.

Oh yes, please! I could use a little vacation from the discipline. As much as I loved pony girl training, my thighs, back, and butt was sore. I hoped that extended to being able to avoid the cage at night as well. It usually takes months to master the art of the egg, so if she foolishly agreed to this, I could get some much-needed rest.

I went about putting the groceries away while Jeff remained to watch the test. I didn’t want to root for Ellie to fail, but I also wouldn’t be sorry to get some free time back.

Ellie pleaded for a more traditional form of punishment, but Peter reminded our daughter that if she passed the test, she would increase the number of hours daily we’d be training so it was only fair she has something on the line. “You need to be ready for Camp Crucible – If you aren’t 100% confident you will pass the test, then you may not be ready before it is time to go, and if you don’t pass my evaluation, then you stay here!”

“What about me?” I heard Jeff ask if he could still come with us.

“You are my groom, if you really want to go to the camp to just help me train your Mom, I’d have no problem with it. Your responsibility though will be to get your sister prepared in the time we have left, so I would focus on that.”

Peter made her boil her own egg excitedly after she agreed to the terms and promised she would prove herself. I was surprised that I wasn’t expected to complete the test again with her. Peter let me focus on the mundane chore of meal preparation while he and Jeff administered the test to her in the living room.

Once Ellie removed the shell, Peter and Jeff observed Ellie assume the testing position with her legs apart, ass sticking out, and prepare herself.

Jeff placed the cooling egg on the plate below her, and she bent down low and held it between her teeth. “I am inclined to say that if you fail it this time, it will be after Camp Crucible before we ever do this again,” Peter warned his daughter. He gave the approval for Jeff to remove the egg and examine it for teeth marks.

“None,” he said as he pushed the smooth egg into his sister’s asshole and let her swallow it with her butthole. Peter placed his hand on Ellie’s back and guided her low, bending her knees as she did until she reached the carpet. He instructed her to push out the egg slightly, but not all the way.

“Suck it back in,” Jeff instructed as he gingerly pushed the egg into the tip of my daughter’s asshole. I was rooting for her now – I could have used the time off, but I also wanted Ellie to succeed even more.

She did as she was expected to do, and after six times rising and falling to her knees, she managed to release the egg completely. Jeff examined the egg and found no damage to the exterior.

“YAY!!” Ellie squeed in delight at her success. Jeff unceremoniously pushed the hard-boiled egg that had been up her butt into her mouth, and Ellie closed her lips around it.

Peter glared at Jeff impatiently. Forcing her to consume the egg wasn’t part of the usual process. He told her to go ahead and finish eating the egg, then swallow, and congratulated her on the successful completion of the egg test. “That takes most pony girls much longer to finally master.”

“Am I a filly?” she asked excitedly after she finished swallowing the egg bits.

Peter seemed pleased with the question and said that he was fine with that distinction – a foal to a filly. “You will train six hours a day, twice a day, and you’ll eat pony feed. Do you understand and consent?”

I suppose this was a milestone for Ellie and her excited yelping and animated expression lit up the room and made me smile with pride for her as well.

“Yes, Master!” My daughter agreed – which most likely meant I’d be doing it with her. I resigned myself to the fact and didn’t want to complain. I’d spoil the mood. If I was going to bring it up, it would have to be with my husband in private.

“I am not trying to coerce you. If you agree to this, then you will be trained, rise, and shine every day until we leave for Camp Crucible and the entire trip. There are no days off. There is no calling in sick. You get up and work hard, and at night, you’ll be sleeping in your brother’s room. I understand you were crated for the first time last night?”

“Yes, Master!”

“How was that?”

“Easier than being tied up all night,” she admitted, her expression read that both weren’t pleasant.

“Your brother will have the flexibility to crate you, or bind you up like you will be in the barn nightly until after we return from Camp Crucible, Do you understand and consent to that? Most nights, you won’t be sleeping in your own bed.”

“I haven’t been using my room very much, anyway,” she said.

“Good, you can bring some of your things to your brother’s room and bunk with your mother at night. You need to prepare for the barn. It’s not going to be easy. The men at Camp Crucible aren’t going to treat you differently than the other ponies.”

“I don’t want them too, Master.”

“Well, you may change your mind when you get there, and there will be no changing your mind then. That time is before we get all the way out there,” Peter said that while he believed in consent, he also believed in commitment and he wasn’t going to take her out there until she was confident she wouldn’t fold and quit the first time things got hard and uncomfortable.

I knew that Peter didn’t really mean that. If Ellie wanted to quit at any time, he’d probably let her. He would never FORCE her to continue. I think he just wanted her to understand that this was all a lot of work for us all.

“Good, don’t let me quit,” Ellie thanked him.

I let everyone know that dinner was on the table, and we sat down to eat. I assumed Peter would talk to me next about what this meant for me. Ellie was still in her corset, bottomless with leather boots and collar – despite Peter’s rule that we were supposed to have “normal” family dinners. She was no longer acting like a pony though – so I could understand my husband letting it slide this time.

I used to spend all day in my pony regalia around the house when the kids were growing up and be casual. I certainly wasn’t going to point it out to the others.

“Okay, now to the topic of guests,” Peter cleared his throat – he wasn’t finished with Ellie. I didn’t mind that. it was a big deal and had to be addressed.

I could tell Ellie wasn’t expecting him to make a decision tonight. “You will approve guests through me or your mother outside of your training time. I do not want people to show up uninvited or unexpected. If you want to discuss your lifestyle with them, I want you to make it clear to us that you intend to do that. They are technically adults, but those girls are probably gossiping right now to all their little friends, and I doubt they are painting an accurate picture of the lifestyle, do you?”

Ellie didn’t counter-argue.

“Is it really up to Mom, or shouldn’t it be Jeff?” Ellie pouted. I glanced at her and stopped chewing. I wanted to silently tell her that she had just gone a bit too far.

“Your mom is still in charge between training sessions. I don’t think that has changed, has it?” Peter asked rhetorically.

“It’s just that she tends to defer to you anyway.”

“Either way, permission from one of us will be sufficient.”

“What about during training? Can my friends come watch and support me?”

Peter wasn’t sure what to say about that. He hesitantly added that he was uncomfortable with that. It seemed Ellie was trying to advocate for Jeff to have the decision, and I could tell from Jeff’s slight nod and the way he glanced at Ellie for reassurance that he agreed with his big sister.

“You have people over sometimes that are in the lifestyle,” Ellie reminded him. We didn’t just have Eddie; we had several regular friends that lived nearby who liked to come over.

“We are talking about you, and those two young ladies are NOT in the lifestyle. I would imagine that they would be rather shocked by the egg test.”

“I told them all about it,” Ellie bragged. I could imagine her sharing that with her friend Jessica. The two of them started their periods together and used the bathroom together when Jessica slept over. They were close. I wasn’t sure about Nadine, and I was more concerned about our neighbor’s reaction if they found out Nadine had visited us.

“I will give that some consideration. Obviously, that won’t be up to your mother,” Peter decided. As pragmatic as that logic was, I still felt like as Mom, I should have some say.

Peter shifted gears, letting Ellie know that he needed time to decide about allowing an audience of her friends during training. All I was missing were some cackling teenage girls who were talking about my fat butt and wrinkles while I tried to obediently complete the training – that wouldn’t be humiliating all, right? Right?

“Now that you are a filly, your training will intensify. You’ll be introduced to pulling weights, warhorse techniques, and work pony training. I haven’t shown any of this to your brother yet, so until then, I want you to keep focusing on the basics.”

“I’ve already been pulling heavy weights and wearing them on my cunt and tits, Master,” Ellie offered sweetly.

Peter sighed when Ellie interrupted him. “Womble, we went over this. Just listen, talk later!”

My daughter politely nodded demurely and ate some of her peas and carrots.

“I will expose you to a wide range of pony training. Warhorse training may not be for you, but I at least expect you to be familiar with it. I also expect you to function as a passable workhorse. The camp has a taxi service of pony girls who voluntarily run the carts, and if needed, you will be lending them a hand with your mother. I expect you to pull heavy weights, wagons, carts, and the like. You are being trained as a show pony, but you must also be prepared for real work. For that reason, I want you and your mother to start going to the gym on a daily basis and follow a workout regime that I create for you. We pay for the gym membership; I don’t see why you both aren’t using it anyway.”

I have a gym that I belong to, but admittedly, I have been hit or miss when it comes to going. Now, my husband was mandating it – hopefully not daily.

“Can I go and keep an eye on them?” Jeff volunteered eagerly.

“This isn’t D/s, Son. They don’t really need a groom at the gym; they just need to work hard, get limber, toned and build up core strength. Your mom has an exercise routine I prepared for her based on the workout machines that are there. Honey, you still have that right?”

“Yes, Sir,” I replied – my first words since dinner began. My husband didn’t notice my submissive tone or if he did, he didn’t say anything about it.

“I’ll be more of a personal trainer. I can make sure they don’t focus on cell phones and flirting with guys and completing their assignments. I can track their progress,” Jeff volunteered.

Peter said he would think about that and told us to get ready after dinner. “Go put on some workout clothes, and I’ll take you to the gym. This won’t count toward your daily six hours of pony training, but I’ll expect you to put in a good two hours at least every other day. I’ll give you a lot of full-body exercises, so your muscles need time to rest between sets.”

“We exercise our entire bodies every day, Master,” I reminded my husband. Every other day was generous compared to daily – but I was already worried I needed a little break.

“This is going to be intense but it’s just until Camp Crucible, even for you, Vixen. You can take a much-needed break when we get back. Go ahead and put something appropriate on, and I’ll work on a revised program with Jeff,” Peter decided – which meant Jeff was probably going with us.

I came downstairs wearing a simple pair of black stretch pants and a sports bra with some cross-trainers. I had my hair up in a ponytail to keep it out of my face. Ellie joined us just as I retrieved my water container and filled it up.

“Wow,’ Jeff admired his sister’s choice of outfits. It was a white pair of tight-fitting boy shorts that were sheer but not completely see-through. They reminded me of white men’s underwear. She had on a matching sports bra that did very little to hide her curves or the tips of her nipples, and she was wearing a black collar that looked like it would have belonged on a cat.

“Where did you get that collar?” Peter asked.

“I’ve always had it; I love collars,” Ellie preened for her father and brother and basked in the attention.

“That’s going to get some attention. Do you have anything a little less, um,” Peter was searching for a diplomatic choice of words.

“Like an attention whore would wear?” Jeff finished his father’s sentence bluntly.

Ellie looked dejected and then looked at me. “This outfit is off the shelf, and it’s supposed to wick the sweat. I am not ashamed of my body; if someone wants to stare, that’s their problem.”

It wasn’t unlike Ellie to wear something skimpy to the pool long before this training ever began.

Peter didn’t argue, but he did lay down the law. “It’s fine; you can wear whatever you want to the gym as long as it’s street legal. I am not particularly happy about the collar because it has certain implications for us, and it isn’t a fashion accessory for the gym. You are an adult and aren’t Dancer while you are there. You are just Ellie Thompson. I do expect you to behave respectfully and focus on the routine. Your brother and I will be the boss while you are there, though.”

“That’s not fair. Jeff gets authority over me, but I don’t get to be Dancer?” Ellie pouted.

“We aren’t calling you Dancer in the gym; you aren’t calling us Sir and Master. You are going to do the exercises he tells you, when he tells you, how he tells you, and you will answer to me if you are disobedient, lazy, or mischievous. Do we have an understanding?”

“Yes, Master,” My daughter agreed as she stepped into the four-seater cabin.

“Good, get yourself a towel and some water, and meet me in the truck,” he said. I walked outside with my husband, and Jeff pointed to the backseat. “I get shotgun.”

“What?” I gave my son an incredulous glance.

“You heard Dad, I am the boss when we are at the gym.”

“Of Ellie, not of me. I know how to work out, and I won’t be distracted,” I assured him as I opened the side door in front of the truck to claim my usual spot next to my husband.

“Dad, shouldn’t the ponies be transported in the back of the truck?” Jeff asked his father as he approached with Ellie behind.

“They aren’t ponies right now; that’s your mom and sister,” Peter assured him.

“But I am in charge at the gym, right? Shouldn’t I be sitting up front?”

“Jeff, just get in the back with your sister,” Peter sighed as he hopped in the back seat of the truck. (it’s a four-seater). I got in the front passenger seat where I normally sat when Jeff drove and didn’t look in the back seat.

Peter drove us to the gym, and we talked casually. I wanted to ask my husband to confirm if I had to answer to my son at the gym, but I wasn’t sure I’d like the answer. It was one thing serving him at home. I was starting to bristle at the times it overlapped outside of training times, but I was also supposed to set a good example for my daughter, and I could be a good sport about it.

I found it very humiliating to consider what he might have made me do at the gym. I even thought about various scenarios – stuff he had brought up at the Aldi grocery store earlier. There were lots of places a naughty woman might take a guy at the gym and fuck his brains out, like the suntan booths. They were private and had doors that locked.

“Okay, here we are. Now, remember. Do what we tell you while we are there, but we are not Sir or Master or Mister Peter and Mister Jeff,” Peter addressed both of us. My heart sank a little as I realized that he included my son as being over me.

Once inside the gym, I recognized the usual gym rats and regulars who inhabit the place. It was fairly busy, and we breezed up to the desk. I was already a member, so I got started while Peter signed Ellie up for a membership.

Guys were already checking out Ellie’s body. The outfit she had on was sheer but not fully see-through. Her nipples and big bubble butt were probably MORE prominently defined because of the way the material hugged her curves.

Peter continued the paperwork to upgrade the family membership and pay for it. He told Jeff quietly to take me around and get me started working out. The frizzy-haired muscle head at the front desk noticed that Jeff was also not a member and said, “What about it little man? Here to put on some muscle? We can get you signed up today!”

The receptionist sounded really condescending – Jeff’s shoulders tensed slightly, and he glanced downward, avoiding eye contact, his jaw tightening as if he were holding back a response. Good for him! He could be a little more impulsive and explosive with me and his sister when we frustrated him during training by not performing our moves perfectly.