Chapter 14

As Sharon was led out of the stall by Sami, she saw a very large open space segregated off into 3 large sawdust covered circles around which ran a wide 'track'. In the centre of the nearest circle was a gymnasts vaulting horse with metal legs and it was to this that Sami appeared to be heading.

Sharon considered running, but she had no idea where this large wooden structure was, and without clothes and wearing these hooves where would she go. She glanced over her shoulder and realised that the stall door she had just left was one of five identical ones, the others all padlocked shut.

"Stand here, slut." Sami said indicating one of the short edges of the vaulting horse. "Feet apart."

As Sharon complied and before she knew what was happening, Sami crouched down and fixed leather straps to Sharon's ankles preventing her from moving away.

"Very soon your new trainer will arrive, slut. She has paid my mistress a lot of money to be the first to break you, so you can be as feisty as you like with her. With me however you will be meekness itself or you wont see your little plain Jane again do you understand, slut?"

Sami didn't wait for a reply forging ahead with. "Lean forward."

With little hope of being able to resist Sharon leant forward across the length of the horse. "Good little pony." Sami said somewhat sarcastically as she bound Sharon's forelocks to the front legs of the vaulting horse. "Now you just wait there for your trainer."

Sharon heard Sami's soft footfalls as she left her alone.

It seemed like forever before she heard another sound, again feet, but instead of the soft latex of Sami's feet this time there were 2 distinct sets, one the unmistakable click of high heels, the other hard leather. Sharon couldn't turn her head to see Ami and Miranda, which was a shame for they made quite a striking sight, Ami still in her latex maid's outfit carrying a tray and several pieces of tack hung from her arm.

Miranda however was the perfect equestrian; not for her the faux latex domme look. Her black leather knee length boots were made of the finest Italian leather with just enough heel to catch a stirrup. Her fawn trousers were a cotton Lycra mix that hugged her firm muscular legs. In to her trousers was tucked a simple but very expensive white silk open necked blouse with short sleeves and her hair was gathered into a loose pony tail with a black velvet bow at the nape of her neck. Her hands, which held the specially adapted riding crop were gloved in the finest black kid leather.

"Ah my little Black Beauty." Miranda admired as she let the leather keeper trace the curve of Sharon's spine from the top of her buttocks to the base of her neck.

"I'm not your little anything!" Sharon spat.

"My, my we are spirited aren't we. However ponies can't talk so I will not hear another word."

"I Told you I'm not. Owwww!" Sharon tried to disagree but the leather keeper slapped firmly against the bare flesh above her right latex stocking.

"Now do we understand each other a little better?" Miranda asked darkly

"Yes." Sharon replied sullenly, the word punctuated with the sound of leather on skin as the crop bit in the identical place on Sharon's left thigh.

"One more time, do you understand?" Miranda asked, crop raised. Sharon's head bobbed slightly in agreement.

"Good little pony." Miranda soothed as her gloved hand smoothed some of the pain from the rising welts on Sharon's thighs. Miranda made a signal to Ami, and the young maid obediently walked and stood at the side of Sharon's head holding out several strips of leather joined with metal rings.

Miranda took the bridle by the foam covered bit and offered it to Sharon's mouth. "Just in case you forget, once you have the bit between your teeth you wont be able to talk anyway."

Sharon's lips remained tightly closed, a look of defiance in her eyes. With a sigh Miranda returned the bridle to Ami and moved out of Sharon's field of vision. Without words Miranda cropped Sharon's bare buttocks, the blade leaving a line across them.

Sharon cried out and only just managed not to speak.

As if carrying out a ritual Miranda once more took the bridle from Ami, offered up the bit only to have it refused.

There was no sigh this time as Miranda returned the unused tack to the maid. With hardly any movement of her arm, all the speed and accuracy coming from the wrist Miranda painted two further stripes on Sharon's bare arse, each one exactly half a centimetre above the previous, and perfectly parallel.

As Miranda stood once more at Sharon's head she said. "I find in these situations that punishment doubles each time. Now." She took the bridle and placed the bit between Sharon's parted teeth.

Miranda had known of course that she could easily have forced the bit between Sharon's teeth, but the object of the exercise was not to bridle Sharon, but to start the process of breaking her.

The bit was buckled behind Sharon's head, a further strap fitting under her chin and another up the side of her face and over the crown of her head. A final strap ran from the crown, back to where the first strap fitted. Miranda then affixed two long leather reins to the loops at the edge of the bit and laid them along Sharon's back.

Miranda pressed the first black button on the crop and the silver dildo hummed on Ami's tray. In full view of Sharon Ami handed the implement to Miranda who went and stood behind Sharon.

Taking the reins, Miranda wrapped them around her left hand until Sharon's head was pulled as far back as possible, her body clear of the horse to which she was bound hoof and hoof.

Holding the dildo in the flat of her hand, the spatula shaped extension between her fingers Miranda held it against Sharon's pussy.

Sharon flinched but could not evade the soft hum so tightly was she reined in.