Day 18: Wild West Experience [Exhibitionism][Pony Play]

Keywords: Wild West / Pony Play
Theme: Pony Play
Triggers: ****, Slavery
POV: 3rd person; multiple

Content Warning. This story contains slavery.

Walking down the main road we had to admire the amount of effort the preservation society put into keeping the town operating same as it did at the times of the wild west. All the buildings were made from logs and wood panelling. Hand painted signs advertised barber shop, bar, casino ... and a brothel. Further down I could see a bank. According to the map stable and blacksmith were at the edge of the town, and that's where we were heading.

A carriage pulled by six ponies passed us by putting so much dust into the air that we had to use our handkerchiefs. Of course our first course of action was to go to a costume rental and dress up into a period appropriate clothing.

I mean there were obviously anachronisms but my wife looked amazing in a hoop dress and a tight corset pushing up her amazing breasts up and displaying them in a deep cleavage. With a white lace umbrella protecting her skin from the sun. I on the other hand was wearing a felt jacket over a linen shirt, and wool pants that were way to hot for the weather.

"This brings back memories" my wife chuckled "do you forget the first time I spoke to you?"
"How could I forget!" I responded a bit quieter then she did.
"I still don't know what were you thinking!" she said.
"I thought there will be no way someone will recognize me, and I always had this fantasy ..." I responded.
"Well. Technically you were right. When I rode you I had no idea who you were. Only years later after we got married and I saw that welt on your ass together with that birth mark I figured it out!" she said with self satisfaction. "But still. It was risky..."
"It was, but that was part of the thrill right? Plus I was confident in uniform effect" I added.
"You always were a bit of a geek, that's true, and as I've said, you were right. I rode you around the town, my friends played with your dick! You were naked for all to see!" she exclaimed.
"And yet, despite the fact we were all in the same class, none of you figured out it was me" I responded satisfied. "Gag of course significantly helped in that. I begged you - by name! - to stop several times. Luckily you did not understand what I was saying"
"If you didn't want to be whipped you should have run faster!" she laughed back.
"I was a geek who always got picked last in PE!" I feigned the offence.
"Then why the hell would you pretend to be a **** and a pony boy at that!"
"Not saying it was the best idea ... but I was a horny teenager"
"On that we can agree. I remember your dick stand at the attention entire time until Jessica jerked you off on the main square"

Reminiscence of the old times went on for some more time as we reached the stables. The queue was quite long, but thanks to a wise investment in a period-appropriate clothing we managed to skip it.

"Madam. Sir!" greeted us the **** behind the counter. Naked of course she looked about our age. Probably a reason why she was standing behind the counter instead of driving people around.

"We'd like to rent a small coach to drive us around" my wife said.
"Of course Madam! That will be $250 per hour" she responded politely.
"Dollar certainly isn't what it used to be" I quipped. The rustic sign on the outside still advertised a ride for 25 cents.

I paid with my credit card and we went outside to wait for our coach to arrive.

It was a bit disappointing, especially compared to a full-blown carriage we saw earlier. A single leather bench on two wheels, pulled by co-ed pair of young ponies. Must have been their first or second ride. They didn't look tired or dirty. Maybe they were washed between the rides?

I gave them a cursory look. They didn't appear to have been trained for this. There was a definite lack of leg muscles that pony slaves got after few years of pulling carts. No welts on their hides either. What I liked was that the leashes instead to their heads attached to the nipple rings of the mare. This way of steering was certainly more fun.

We sat down and I shook the reins. Mare whined and cried but the started going forward. I laughed out loud, they really must have been newly enslaved. I took a crop into my hand and lashed their asses few times to give them some energy. Again I heard crying. My wife was strangely silent with quizzical smile on her face as I did but soon enough we started chatting again about the old times.

"So? Have you ever been to the brothel?" she asked.
"I did. Once. Before we got together". I added quickly.
"Don't be like that, you know fucking slaves does not count" she chuckled.
"There are free women there too, but you are right, I couldn't afford them at the time so I fucked some girl from ... Poland? I think. I only remember she gave an amazing head"
"You had oral sex then?" she asked.
"I know. I know. She was a **** after all, and I was young and ready to risk it" I answered.
"Would you risk it now? this, or that thing you did when we met?" she asked.
"Of course not! I'm a goddess fearing man!" I retorted.

I was getting a bit uncomfortable talking about this, those were slaves true, but they have ears. Blowjob is blowjob, you get whipped few times, atone for sin, all good. Pretending to be a **** and exposing your body to entire town ... that was expulsion material. Loosing everything you had because you did something incredibly brave and stupid when you were young and horny.

"You still must have fantasies right? Maybe you would like to ride me instead of her?"
"No. Let's end it" I tried to cut the conversation short.
"How about my Daughter?" she asked. I hated when she referred to her as "her daughter"
"No. It's my Daughter too. and I don't particularly enjoy being stoned to ****" I responded. What was she getting at?
"Oh? But she's not isn't she? not in a strict sense ... so wouldn't be ****" she pouted
"Why do you want to ruin us?" - I was quite angry at that line of questions.

It's true. The only reason I got to marry her is because she got knocked up by some jock who then tried to make her get an abortion. My wife - smart woman that she was - of course preferred not to become one of the hu-cows or get branded with scarlet letter, so she quickly found a candidate for a husband that didn't mind that the child would come early. I never much minded genetics and had massive crush on her so we quickly got hitched. I was just not exactly sure why she was bringing all of that up.

"I don't want to ruin us ... but sometimes I wonder. You got your crazy out when you were young and now you are an exemplary husband and a perfect father. I made one mistake and got sentenced to a boring life" she got a bit melancholic there.

I stopped the cart by pulling the reins to the refrain of cries from the poor **** girl.

"How about we eat something instead?" I asked as we have just stopped in front of the restaurant. We did eat a very pleasant meal there and the atmosphere got a bit better.

"You know how I'm always right, right?" she started again as we rode back to return the cart.
"Of course, my love" I agreed obediently.
"Sometimes you are right too. It is hard to believe how good the uniform effect works"
"How do you mean?" I asked suddenly frightened.
"I mean for the last two hours you haven't even noticed you are whipping your own daughter and her boyfriend" she said with a straight face.

Cry of pain from the mare accentuated her words as I reflexively pulled the rains.

We were standing outside the town and I was inspecting the slaves. Now that I looked at them I could see it. Of course blinders, bits, and leather straps obstructed their faces. Elise also never wore a pony tail so her hair looked completely different. Plus - of course! - I never saw her naked!

"Why?" I just asked, confused, angry. "Why did you sell her?"

"I didn't sell her" she answered "you see, I remembered that weaselly friend of yours, that made you a ****-for-a-day. Turns out he still is in the **** trade. As for why those two would agree to this? This harlot" she accentuated the word with a slap on her already battered ass "was always a huge thorn in my side. She played a perfect daughter with you, and would play us against each other. Any time I forbade her she would run to you and get your permission. She got your permission to go camping >with her female friend< too. That's where she slept with this bastard. Guess she didn't run to her Daddy to get Plan-B pills though. No. She came to me. And that's how they ended up here. They will stay >on loan< until the end of the day, she already got her pill"

I was angry. Angry at everyone. Harlot daughter. Sadistic wife. Horny boyfriend. Everyone. Including myself.

I got back into the cart and motioned my wife to join me. I didn't say a word, but instead shook the rains ignoring the moan of pain and accelerated with a crop.

We were already late to return, I didn't want to pay extra fees.