Mistress took her leave, turning to find her way through the masses and back to her stables. “SLOWER, I want to see that arse working.” Madam called out to her over the sounds of the fair. A cheeky smile of thanks and embarrassment exploding across her face, as she slowed a little and let her hips show her wears through the latex catsuit.
She did not go straight back to the stables, instead doing a lap of the fair looking for a treat for Bitch. As she approached the stables, the crowd had broken down to a few onlookers. Bitch was sitting by the entrance, leaning on the stall divider. Taking note of her two ponies, both were now adorned with pure white bandages neatly wound around their forearms and lower legs.
“Good Bitch,” He sat up straight at her praise. “I have a treat for you.” She walked passed him and motioned him to follow. She lead her pup around the side of the stables to where she had set up his water bowl. Releasing the straps holding his leather muzzle she gently pulled it from his chin, the fixed rubber gag escaping his mouth. He flexed his jaw, enjoying his moment of freedom and regaining some of the lost feelings.
She motioned to the water bowl on the ground and he quickly took his order. Lapping at the cool refreshment he savoured its blandness, as he knew to be thankful for the little things she gave. As he sat back up, knowing that he would have to wait until she was ready to let him drink again, she surprised him and held her clenched fist out to him. “Now sit pretty.” Kneeling, he then sat back onto his legs and brought his hands up in front of his chest and begged.
“Come on, you can do better, I know you can,” she taunted. He pulled his chin in tight, puffed his chest and straightened his back. She stood there looking at him, her 'not impressed look' clearly plastered across her face. Bitch held the stance, his back beginning to ache, he tilted his head and went for the full puppy eyes look. It did not take long. “Awww, you are so cute. Good boy,” she lent in a gave him the treat. Holding it tight, she then let him sniff it before gently pushing it into his waiting mouth. He sucked the small chocolate treat she gave him and rolled it about in his mouth for a few seconds before chewing it and scoffing it down. Immediately he gave her the puppy eyes again. “No, you only get one, chocolate isn't good for dogs.”
He whimpered and bent down to his water bowl, having another drink to wash down the treat. As his head came back up she slipped a hand around his head and pushed the muzzle and gag back onto his face. Bitch sat still as she pushed his head around tightening the straps to her liking. Once Mistress was content that he was secured properly she motioned him to follow and walked back around to the ponies.
Both of the ponies stood in the centre of their stalls, the ropes doing their job keeping them calm and steady. Two sets of ponies eyes now tracked her movements as she walked back and forth across the stalls, Mistress enjoying their black forms and obedient nature. Stepping into one stall, she motioned to Bitch to enter the other. Both ponies began to fidget about with anticipation of what was to come, whatever that was going to be.
She walked up to her pony and calmed him with some loving strokes down his nose. She then slipped under the lead rope, leaving his vision, to the pony tack set up behind him. Picking up the first of many parts she unceremoniously started strapping him up in the custom made harness. In the next stall, Bitch watched her carefully and followed suit with the pony he had been assigned.
First was the leather waist belt, it was five inches wide with two heavy buckles at the back and was adorned with D-rings and cart tugs to each side. At the front there were two empty buckles pointing down to his crotch, at the rear was a long shiny black tail, made of real horse hair, pointing straight out from the harness and hanging down below his knees. Two straps also hung down from just beneath his tail. To make sure she had it tight enough, she gave her pony an unexpected poke to the belly, making him breath in as she tightened the buckles at the back. Moving in front of her pony, she reached between his legs grabbing one of the small straps. With no care for his excited member, she pulled the crotch strap through and feed it to one of the empty buckles at the front of his girth belt. The second was also pulled though, although she deliberately left both of them slack.
Next she strapped a three inch strap around each upper thigh, these were a little loose and held in place with a short strap running down the outer thigh from the main belt. The pony could sense them move around as he changed his stance but not drop any further on his thighs, the feeling of the straps on his inner thighs heightening his excitement.
Mistress went to the divider and checked on Bitch, she had shown him the gear and explained it before the ponies had arrived at the stables. With such short tuition, she was very happy with the work he was doing and had managed to copy her perfectly. If he kept this up, she knew he would be up for a very special treat. As he finished off the leg straps she motioned him to sit back in the stall and wait, she wanted to do the next part herself.
Turning back to her own pony she could see he was getting stirred up with excitement. She picked up the upper part of the harness and brought it around to show him. It was made with layers of think leather, giving both strength and weight to it's construction. The upper harness was shaped to sit across the chest of the pony, then up and over the shoulders and covering between the shoulder blades.. There were short straps that held it in place under his arms and also two down the front and the same down the back, joining it to the main belt.
With the upper harness in one hand she unhooked each of the lead ropes holding him in place, now it was little more than his desire to please and be hers that kept him in place. Holding the harness before him, she pointed out the steel plate riveted to the front. Looking through his darkened pony eyes he could see the plate but not what was on it. He tilted his head and turned his face, trying to get a look at what she wanted to show him.
“This is your special new name, it took me a while, but I found what I think is the right name for you. You are now, Prancer.”
Lovingly she stroked at the side of his neck for a moment before placing her hand on the end of his nose, pushing it up to make it easier to pass the harness over his head. He let her guiding touches control his movement as she slotted the upper harness over his head and set it gently on his shoulders. She did each of the straps under his arms then after connecting each of the front and rear straps, she began to tightening them. Holding nothing back, she made sure all of them were as snug as possible against his body, but still allowing natural movement. As she pulled them tight Prancer could fell the girth belt being pulled up slightly with the tension.
Once she was happy with the main harness she turned her attentions to the loose crotch straps. With one hand she grabbed his hidden member, making sure he was clear and then tightened the crotch straps as far as she could, reversing the tensions on the girth belt and firming the full harness to his entire body.
Prancer was in the world of bliss, his body being compressed in comfortable ways, giving him feelings of satisfaction no matter how he moved. His hoofs becoming more familiar with every passing minute, and his harness a welcome confinement to his adrenaline filled body. His entire body now screamed in his mind that he was a pony, nothing more and nothing less, he was her property and he would do anything she desired.
Mistress poked fingers in and around his harness, making sure that all was straight, tidy and well fitted. Her pony was just that, her creation, and she want him to be the best he could be, she knew he would give her nothing less than everything he has. Once satisfied with him, she stroked his body one last time before re-attaching his lead ropes and leaving him to explore his new found arousal.
She returned to the other stall and found Bitch had been watching from the ground through a gap in the divider. He sat to attention, but even through his leather chastity shorts she could see his jealous erection trying to burst out. She gave him a pat on the head and lent in close, “You will get your day someday too. Now go tend to Prancer, I want him with his arm binders on and ready to have the blinkers to go on.” Wishing it were him, he stood and walked to the other stall, his rubber tail betraying his actual mood of jealousy as it wagged happily about with each movement.
Turning her attention to her other pony, Mistress followed the same steps. With his pony mask and the lead ropes he had been unable to see what had been happening in the other stall. He had just enjoyed the first half of his harness being put on by Bitch and was still getting use to it when mistress began the second half.
She now held his upper harness in her hand and released his lead ropes, again she held up the riveted plate for him to try and read. “Just like my other pony, you too are very special to me, so I had to think long and hard for the right name. You are now known as Dancer.” With that she gave him tender touch across his soon to be covered chest and then tilted his head back to put on the remainder of his harness.
After finishing off and tightening all the straps of his now complete harness, she took a step back and watched as he came to terms with the arousal of his new attire. Even though his human face was covered, it was obvious to anyone watching his body language, he could not have been any happier.
A short time later Mistress had also bound him up with his arm binders to match Prancer's. It consisted of three 2 inch heavy leather straps up each arm, one at the wrist and one each side of the elbow and then attached together with double ended clasps, locking their arms uselessly behind them. It also had the wonderful effect of forcing them to push out their chests, showing off their fit and bound bodies.
With only one part left until her ponies were complete, Mistress and Bitch worked together on each of the ponies. First they put a posture collar on each of the ponies, then the head strap holding the blinkers that went up and over their heads. Finally, they attached a tall elegant feather to the back of the collar that stood tall above the pony's head, reminiscent of the heavy haulage horses of days gone by.
Once finished with them, Mistress, with Bitch kneeling at her feet, stood back amongst the standing crowd and admired her creations. They were just as she had envisioned them, and they had both been extremely patient with her plans. Unable to stand still each of them fidgeted within their confines, testing and feeling the transformation they had been put through, loving every second.
Checking the time Mistress had made her deadline by a considerable amount, no longer did she worry about making the stage on time. She enjoyed her moment watching them, as her hand instinctively found its way to Bitch's head by her side and stroked him with her delight. It had now just passed the stroke of midday, and she and her pets had a long afternoon ahead of them.
She moved away from Bitch leaving him sitting with the crowd and unhooked the guide ropes blocking the front of the stalls. Dropping them to the ground, she then slowly approached Prancer, her hands calming his bound body as she stroked her pony, stealing any anxiety from him. Unhooking one lead rope from the wall she held it tightly in hand and unhooked the other from his pony bit, letting it drop unceremoniously to the floor. With her control complete she gave a tug to his lead rope, he dropped his nose slightly and moved towards her. Smiling, she gave another tug and walked him from the stall.
Unsteady on his hoofs and with no arms for balance he was far from graceful, but in time he would learn. She took him out into the crowd, they moved apart allowing the pony space as he walked about in the sunlight. With limited vision from his pony mask and blinkers, Prancer could only see glimpses of who was around him, he just trusted in the weight and guidance of the lead rope transmitting his Mistress's wishes through his mouth bit.
They all enjoyed watching as this new pony-boy was born, unsteady and lacking in confidence, he was still beautiful to behold. His muscles twitching and flexing under his tight black bodysuit, contorting and fighting against his rigid harness. His legs taught from walking on his toes, toning his finely round rump, uncomfortably hiding under his long black tail. He stood tall amongst the onlookers, the hoof boots and forced posture putting him a head above most.
After two short circles on the spot she stopped him in front of Bitch still sitting on the ground, wishing it were him on the lead rope. She motioned him up and then to the surprise of everyone around, she handed him the rope.
Mistress, happy knowing that Bitch knew his role, she went and took Dancer from his stall. As she lead her second pony out into the sunlight, Bitch offered the lead back to her. She smiled and winked to him, letting him take control of Prancer. She pulled Dancer next to Prancer and the two ponies formally meet. They both tried to get a closer look of each other, although extremely limited by the pony gear they now endured. Side by side, they stood for the onlookers, several people taking photos of the two of them.
Mistress turned to Bitch and whispered to him, “I think we shall take the long way around.”
Falling into step with his Mistress, both of them gave a little tug to the ponies and the four of them proceeded into the fair. Mistress and her pup servant walking in front, her perfectly presented pony-boys being led behind.
As they walked the path around the track, they found heads turning in their direction from all walks of the community. It was not anything new, but the presentation is what sold them. Two fresh entirely matching pony-boys, a pup submissive entrusted to his Mistress, and Mistress herself, one of the finest figures of the day, framed perfectly, encased in her hand crafted latex outfit.
The crowd parted wherever they moved, some took photos, others fired compliments or questions to Mistress, but everywhere they went they were followed by the sound of pony hoofs, pattering on the path. As they passed by the cage holding area, the incarcerated all took note of them, a look of jealousy uniform amongst them.
Mistress and her entourage sauntered their way in the midday sunshine around the welcoming fair settings. Everyone they encountered were encouraging and positive, many just wishing they could be a part of their little display.
As they almost completed the full circuit of the equestrian track, Mistress changed direction and turned into the main arena. The two ponies, having just come to terms with walking in hoof on the path now found trouble with the soft lush grass they had to cross to the stage. As they hesitated and struggle to maintain balance, Mistress slowed and let them follow her at their own pace. Undeterred and wanting to please they did not stop but grateful for the caution they could now afford.
Up on the stage, Madam Que had the Floor and was presenting a fetish fashion show. She floated about on stage talking into her Microphone about each of the entrants, her red dress leaving the audience no mistake who was in charge. She spoke with wisdom only earned through years of dedicated knowledge and a passion unrivalled by anyone. She currently discussed the finer parts of one entrant's leather crafted dominatrix catsuit to the masses on the lawn below.
Mistress half watching the stage and also being mindful of her ponies, continued their journey around to the rear of the stage. As the troupe reached the stairs up onto the stage she halted them. Handing Dancer's lead rope to Bitch, she gave each of her ponies a going over, correcting their gear and making sure that perfection was in order. “Wait here,” she ordered Bitch, as she turned and ascended the stairs to the wing of the stage. She watched Madam Que strutting around her current subject, passionate words flowing from her to the entertainment of the audience.
Caught in the corner of Madam's eye she spotted her Mistress friend watching from the safety of the curtain. Finishing off her spiel of the costume she was displaying, she politely ended that presentation and put an arm out to Mistress.
“And now, just in the nick of time, I would like to introduce you all to a close personal friend of mine.” She motioned Mistress up to her on the stage. Without so much as a moment of hesitation, Mistress strode out onto the stage, her boots echoing on the wooden stage floor. She gave Madam Que a loving hug followed by a kiss to each of her cheeks.
“This is Miss Gray, I have know her for a long time, and must I say, you look radiant today.” Holding the Microphone out to Mistress she responded, “Thank you Madam Que, but only as you continue to set the standards so high for the rest of us.”
“Flattery will get you Everywhere. Now tell us a little about your wonderful outfit.”
As Mistress spoke about the finer details of her custom made equestrian inspired outfit, a discreet cameraman buzzed around her like hummingbird, highlighting her comments on the big screens behind them. Madam Que continued to encourage her to elaborate further at every opportunity, but Mistress tried in vain to keep it short and simple, she was not expecting to become the center of attention.
Knowing that Mistress was trying to politely move the attention from herself, Madam Que gave in to the battle of wits with her friend and asked, “Now your not here for yourself today, are you?”
“No Madam Que, today I have brought my special pets for your fashion show.”
“Such a stunning outfit and you don't want to share more?”
“I'm honoured but my pets are probably getting restless backstage.”
“Well, why don't you go fetch them for us all to take a look at them,” she offered with a smile.
As Mistress smiled back to Madam, she turned and went back to her ponies behind the stage. Bitch greeted her with the best look he could muster within the tight confines of his leather muzzle. She took both lead ropes from him, and motioned him to sit. As he dropped down to his knees pulling off the best puppy sit he could, she broke the news he did not want to hear. “No Bitch. Stay. Your day will come another time.” She stroked him under him under his chin, a meaningful gesture, but not the one he desired.
Turning to her ponies she made a clicking sound with her tongue and lead them up the stairs, onto the stage. Both of them struggled judging the steps but she did not give them time to think about it, she just tugged their lead ropes and pulled them up by the mouth. As she crossed the stage the sound of her boots eclipsed by the wondrous sound of pony hoofs as they clopped behind her. She took them both to center stage and positioned them side by side so everyone could see them in all their glory.
“My goodness Miss Gray, where does one find such beautiful stallions?”
“One must look long and hard, I know, it has taken me a while. I would like to introduce to you Dancer and Prancer, my two new ponies. I expect they may be a little unsure of this as it is their first time out, but they are both behaving well.”
Madam Que turned her attention back to the audience. “Is she not the luckiest Mistress here today? Now how about you tell us what it has taken for you to bring these wonderful beasts before us today.” Madam Que then passed the microphone to Mistress and encouraged her to give a detailed explanation of her ponies attire.
As she spoke both ponies were stunned in the moment, they were now in full view of everyone in attendance, there was no greater way to be the spectacle of the fair. Each of them felt every pair of eyes bearing down on them, soaking in every detail of their bodies and admiring the costumes that Mistress had provided them. It was not any fault of their own, but the excitement and feelings gradually got the better of them with each of them feeling the strict confinement of the harness around their groins. As they stood on display, each locked within their own leather bliss, Mistress continued to highlight special touches built into their new personas, followed closely by the cameraman giving close up shots for the benefit of the big screens.
Feeling the attention bearing down, each of them began to fidget within there personal confines tensing their arms within the binders and shuffling about on their hoofs. Mistress turned Prancer around as he started to fight against his arm bindings, discreetly stroking him and calming his anxiety, all the while turning it into a demonstration of his pony tail and tight rump. She made sure that the cameraman took great advantage of his posterior getting it perfectly framed for the big screen. With a playful pat to his rump she turned to Madam Que and handed her Prancer's lead rope, moving him to the side of the stage.
Standing closely in front of Dancer, she drew his attention from the hundreds of eyes looking over his body to his desire to serve his Mistress. She notice his breathing slow down as his mind shut out the fair, the gear, and the rest of the world. To him it was now only his Mistress and his need to please her. He watched her through the narrow vision he was trapped with, looking for any sign of an order. She pulled straight down on his rope, pulling his head and mouth down towards his chest. As he conformed it also brought the effect of making his posture change ever so slightly, lifting his shoulders and making him take a more majestic stance. She stroked his chin in reward, letting him know to hold that pose for her.
Clicking her tongue at him, she moved to one side and tugged on his rope, the gentle force felt in full through his mouth bit. He followed and as he took his first step she tapped him on the thigh, instinctively he lifted it higher before finishing his step. As he took another step again she tapped him again, and he stepped much higher than normal. By the third step he had worked it out for himself, making sure to lift his knee to horizontal before placing it back down, all the while trying to maintain the stance she had requested of him.
She took him back and forth across the stage while explaining to their audience how he was still in training, and would only improve from what they saw today. For him his concentration was being stretched further than it ever had before. Holding the pose while taking the steps she required, he fought hard for balance on his new hoofs, with his only means of guidance the gentle tugging he felt through his mouth. His confidence grew with each lap of the stage, and he found himself slipping into a comfortable rhythm.
“Whooowwww,” she called, as she pulled his rope down, breaking his stride. She pushed him to a standstill with a hand to his chest steadying the pony still ready for more work. Dancer's heartbeat thumping it's way through his chest, through the harness and right into his Mistress's hand. She smiled at the thought of the effort he had put in even if it was just a short jaunt, as it was something she had never asked of him before.
Turning back to Madam Que, Mistress passed her back the microphone as she took Prancer's lead rope back.
“Thank you for that display Miss Gray, please, everyone show your appreciation.” she announced, encouraging a round of applause for the Mistress and her fresh ponies. “I believe you will all have a chance to get up and close to the ponies throughout they day, please show them your support and make sure you visit them at sometime during the afternoon.”
With the applause washing over the stage, Mistress took a bow to acknowledge the crowd before leading her pets back off the stage. She took it slow down the stairs, giving the ponies all the time they needed to comfortably navigate the tricky obstacle. At the bottom Bitch waited, still with a disgruntled look etched into his face. Mistress fired a displeased look back at him as she handed him Dancer's lead.
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