A visit to the stables

Jessica smiled at the sight of the slaves she shared with Emily, Eden, and Alura being led away in a long line flanked by several guards as they were taken from the pool area back down to the harem room. The beautiful blonde knew she would never tire of this sight. She looked out toward the hotel, which was already booked for the coming weekend, and her mind began to turn with possibilities.

“You coming inside, Jess?” Emily asked from the doorway.

“No, not yet,” Jessica replied as she spotted a redhead dressed in a small black and white bikini and white sneakers and made her way along the path leading from the hotel to the mansion. Even from a distance, Jessica could see that the bikini did its job wonderfully. To highlight its wearer’s beautiful body. The redhead was easily dragging a mobile massage table that was folded up and on wheels behind her, and slung over her shoulder was a black bag with the hotel’s logo in red. The woman came to the gate, keeping the mansion and Play Building separate from the rest of the island, and used a temporary passcode to open it.

“Good morning, Mistress Jessica,” the woman said in a friendly tone. “I’ll just need a moment, if you’d like, feel free to take your clothes off while I set up,” she added as she set the bag down and unfolded the table.

“I’ve been looking forward to this,” Jessica said as she undid her pink bikini top, folded it up, and placed it on the round table she and the others had been sitting at while their slaves enjoyed their pool time. As the masseuse finished setting up the table, Jessica slipped out of her flip-flops and denim shorts, leaving her naked. Using a hair tie on her wrist, she quickly tied her hair into a messy bun just as the masseuse finished setting up the table and took a white fluffy towel out of the bag.

“Face down, please, Mistress,” the masseuse said as she motioned to the table. Without a word, Jessica positioned herself on the table, resting her face over the hole in it. “I’ve brought four oils, whichever you’d like. I have lavender, peach, vanilla, and rose.”

“Vanilla, please, and,” Jessica said before lifting her head enough to look at the masseuse, “lose the bikini.”

“As you wish, Mistress,” the masseuse said as she quickly stripped out of her bikini. The masseuse poured some of the vanilla oil onto her hand before carefully setting the bottle down and rubbing her hands together. She then gently pressed on Jessica’s lower back and slowly moved her hands up toward her shoulders. “How’s the pressure, Mistress?”

“Go a little harder, please.”

“How’s this?” the masseuse asked as she made another pass with her hands along Jessica’s back.

“That’s wonderful,” she replied with a content sigh. She again smiled to herself as she turned her thoughts to what she planned to do after her massage, visiting the stables and seeing how Ariana Grande had taken to her ponygirl training.

For the next half hour, the masseuse rubbed nearly every inch of Jessica’s body, making the teen dominatrix’s muscles feel wonderfully like jello. “I hope you enjoyed your massage, Mistress. Myself and the rest of the hotel staff are always at your service.”

“Thank you,” Jessica said with a smile as she quickly redressed. Even though she knew that all she had to do was picture what she wanted to wear wish to be dressed for the day, and her wish would be instantly granted. The problem was she didn’t know what she wanted to wear. She made her way to the bedroom she shared with Emily and Eden, not finding either of her girlfriends or her daughter along the way. “Probably down in the dungeon having some fun,” she thought as she stepped into the large walk-in closet and began to look through her clothing.

After several minutes of looking, Jessica finally settled on what she wanted to wear. She had selected a light blue loose-fitting tee shirt that hung off of her left shoulder, a pair of snug-fitting jeans, and dark brown leather knee-high riding boots. She was so eager to see Ariana’s progress that she was tempted to simply wish to be teleported to the stables, but she wanted to savor the anticipation even more. Her excitement grew with each step she took, and with each step, it became harder and harder to resist the urge to break into a full sprint.

Finally, Jessica reached the large stable and walked in, greeted by the scent of hay. “Hello, Mistress Jessica!” she heard the dark-haired pony trainer she now knew was named Rosalie called from the line of stalls. She made her way to Jessica with a broad smile on her face. “I’m happy to report that Ariana is ready for you. Would you like to see her?”

“I would,” Jessica replied as she strode across the large dirt floor toward the line of stables. As she neared where Rosalie stood, the pony trainer turned to look into the first stall.

“Ariana, up,” she said, her voice carrying a tone that was an almost odd mixture of stern and soothing at the same time. Jessica heard the faint rustling of soft fabric before Ariana’s head, shoulders, and bare breasts appeared over the half door of the stall. She wore a white leather head harness with plastic blinders next to her eyes, leather hoarse ears, a pink feather plume, and a pink bit gag filling her mouth. On her body was a white leather bondage harness that formed her breasts, and as Rosalie opened the door and clicked her tongue, Jessica could see it also framed Ariana’s shaven pussy leaving it available for use. Her arms were trapped behind her back in a pink leather single glove, and on her feet were thigh-high white leather boots styled to look like horse hooves. As Ariana gracefully pranced out of the stall, Jessica could see the faux hair ponytail attached to her anal plug swish slightly from side to side with each graceful step as the pronounced clip-clop of the boots filled the air.

Jessica’s melodic laughter echoed through the stable as she looked into Ariana’s eyes. They were wet with un-shed tears of shame. “You do make a pretty pony, Ariana,” Jessica said as she reached out and stroked Ariana’s side as if she were petting a real horse. As Jessica did this, Ariana willed herself to stay still. She knew if she flinched, if she pulled away, if she did anything other than stay still or gently lean into the other woman’s touch, she would be whipped. “Hmm, Ariana’s not a good-sounding name for a pony. Any suggestions?” Jessica asked, looking at Rosalie.

“How about…” Rosalie replied as she rubbed her chin in thought, “Sweet Heart?” she asked after a long pause.

“‘Sweet Heart,’” Jessica repeated, almost as if tasting the name on her lips as she did so. “Yes, you will be named Sweet Heart. Would you like that?”

With the last bit of her old identity now wiped away, Sweet Heart snorted and stomped her right foot twice. “She loves the idea,” Rosalie said with a smile as she pulled a vacuum-sealed apple slice from her breast pocket. She opened it and then undid one side of the big gag, allowing it to fall from Sweet Heart’s mouth and hang from the head harness. “Would you like to give her a treat?” she asked, handing Jessica the apple slice.

“I would love too!” Jessica said excitedly as she took the apple slice and held it up to Sweet Heart’s mouth. Slowly and Carefully, Sweet Heart took the apple between her teeth, pulled it out from between Jessica’s thumb and index finger, and allowed it to slide into her mouth before she began chewing. Once she swallowed, Rosalie put the bit gag back in the ponygirl’s mouth and hooked it back to her head harness.

“Ready to take her for a ride?” Rosalie asked as she gestured to the darkly colored sulky with its intricate carvings and tall, gleaming wheels.

“Is she ready?” Jessica asked, her blue eyes gleaming with excitement.

“Absolutely,” Rosalie said as she attached a long chain-link lead to a D-ring at the side of Sweet Heart’s bit gag before leading her over to the sulky. Silently, Jessica watched as the former singer lifted her knees high before flicking her foot out in a long but graceful and elegant step time after time, Always keeping her back straight, her shoulders back, and her head high as if in pride.

“Amazing,” Jessica said as she watched Rosalie ease Sweet Heart back between the waiting arms of the sulky. Even walking backward, Sweet Heart lifted her knees high, only to take a short step back as she set her hooved boot back on the ground. When she was properly positioned, between the arms of the sulky, Rosalie clipped the small carabiners to small D-rings at Sweet Heart’s hips.

“Alright, Mistress, come sit,” Rosalie said proudly as she pat the seat of the sulky. Jessica sat in the seat, taking note of the cradle that held a long, thin, semi-rigid whip. She watched as Rosalie retrieved two long, thin golden chains. At one end of each chain was a ruby-topped nipple clamp. Rosalie put the clamps on Sweet Heart’s nipples, each time getting a small whimper from the ponygirl.

“What do I do?” Jessica asked as Rosalie handed her the chains. The pony trainer smiled and gave an appreciative chuckle at her employer's eagerness.

“These are her reigns,” Rosalie said, gesturing to the golden chains that Jessica now held. When you want her to go left, pull back on the left reign; the same thing for going to the right. To stop, pull back on both if you want her to back up, keep pulling back once she’s stopped.”

“Alright, let me guess, to make her go, I yell giddy-up and use that?” Jessica asked, pointing down to the whip in its cradle by her right leg.

“You’ve got it, and don’t worry. That Sulky is very stable despite how it looks on those narrow wheels. You’ll have no trouble with stability in turns.”

Jessica held the reigns in her left hand and pulled the whip from its cradle with her right hand.

She took a deep breath and steeled herself. “Alright, sweetheart. Let’s go for a ride,” she said in a commanding voice. “Giddy up!” she yelled, flicking the whip twice against Sweet Heart’s ass. The singer-turned-ponygirl grunted into her big gag and took her first elegant step, her muscles straining slightly as the sulky gently lurched forward. “Giddy up!” Jessica called again as she again applied the whip to Sweet Heart’s ass until she was moving at a quick trot, being guided around the dirt floor of the stable by Jessica’s gentile but insistent pull on her reigns.

When Jessica noticed Rosalie flagging her down near the rear of the stable, Jessica eased Sweet Heart and the sulky to a stop nearby. Rosalie pulled a latch on the wall and slid a large door open, revealing a large field filled with fragrant wildflowers. “How’d you like to take her into the field?”

“Sounds great,” Jessica said with an eager smile.

“She’ll listen to your commands just fine, Mistress. Don’t hesitate to use that whip if she needs encouragement. And don’t forget: left reign to turn left, right reign to turn right, both or none to stop. Got it?”

“Got it,” Jessica said eagerly as she snapped the whip in the air before giving Sweet Heart a hard smack across the rump. “Giddy up!” she called out. Again, Sweet Heart’s muscles strained as she pulled the sulky forward into the field. The familiar warmth of the tropical sun washed over Jessica’s body, and the wind on her face felt wonderful as Sweet Heart moved forward in her graceful trot. “Giddy up!” Jessica applied the whip to Sweet Heart’s ass until the former pop star was in a full gallop running in graceful elongated steps across the field.

Jessica gave an equestrian-like yell and allowed herself to lean into the turn as she steered her new ponygirl down a winding path filled with daisies, sunflowers, and dandelions. Jessica gave a pull on the left rein, and Sweet Heart turned gracefully without so much as a stall in her graceful stride. As she rode in the sulky around and through the field, Jessica enjoyed the heat of the sun and the feeling of the breeze on her face as she took in the sights of her island. Her mansion, The Play Building, The five-star hotel she, Emily, Eden, and Alura now owned and operated, the private harbor beyond the hotel that would bring another weekend’s worth of guests within the next twenty-four hours, the bungalows along the private section of beach reserved for VIP guests of the hotel.

By the time Jessica steered Sweet Heart back into the stable, the former pop star was covered in a thick sheen of sweat. As soon as she eased the sulky to a gentle stop and got out of the sulky, Rosalie began to unhitch Sweet Heart from the sulky.

“How was it?” the pony trainer asked with a knowing smile.

“Exhilarating,” she replied. “Can I help with anything?”

“Sure, after a run like that, she’s going to need to be walked to calm her down,” Rosalie said as she clipped the long chain-link lead from before to Sweet Heart’s bit gag once again. She handed it to Jessica. “Keep a firm grip near her head,” she instructed as she showed Jessica where to hold the lead.

“Okay, now what?”

“Take this,” Rosalie said, handing Jessica a thin black cane about a foot long. “I’ll walk with you, if I see any errors in her form, I’ll let you know. You tell her what she has wrong, then give her a single stroke of encouragement to correct her form.”

“Sounds like fun.” For the next half hour, Jessica and Rosalie walked Sweet Heart around the dirt-floored area of the stable. The pony trainer kept a sharp, critical eye on Sweet Heart’s form as she gracefully pranced alongside Jessica. As for Jessica herself, an odd sense of pride filled her, not having to use the cane to correct Sweet Heart’s form once.

What will happen next? Answer in comments

A) Eden and Chloe have fun in The Play Building. What Room?

B) Emily dominates her sister Brandi

C) Alura makes use of Disha

D) One of the other mistresses investigates the stables wishes another celebrity to the island to become her ponygirl. Which mistress, and who does she wish for?

E) The next weekend at the hotel

F) Something else. What?"