Pony Girl !

Having successfully inserted the tail, Debbi's next concern, other than working out how she could walk at all on the towering high heeled boots, was what kind of vehicle she was supposed to pull. The butler wheeled it out of a stable alongside the paddock. It was a cart with thin spoked wheels. To Debbi, it looked like a cross between a Victorian pram and a chariot. It was just high enough for Natasha to sit in, essentially not much more than an extravagant seat on wheels. Flanking either side of the carriage were shafts that rose up from the cart which had leather tipped wrist straps. A set of reins attached to a bit sat on the seat.

"OK, let's get the pretty pony mounted" laughed Lawrence. Debbi poked her tongue out at him. The cart did not seem too heavy and anyway, she was only posing for photos and not giving a dressage demonstration ! She felt a little less comfortable about things as her wrists were fastened tightly to each shaft and a bit shoved between her teeth. The corset clad Natasha clambered into the cart, wielding her whip for effect.

"Andrei thinks we'll get better photos if you move a little Deb" said Lawrence. "He even has some musical accompaniment !" A recording of the William Tell overture blared out. Natasha cracked her whip to a cry of "Hi Ho !" and Debbi attained a fairly admirable speed considering that her heels and bindings were certainly a hindrance. So it was that the pony girl set off on several circuits of the paddock. Debbi's speed increased as Natasha's whip actually made 'accidental' contact with her bare buttocks ! "Sorry" Natasha apologised as an indignant yelp escaped from behind the bit in Debbi's mouth.

Trapped as she was in the shafts, trotting was all Debbi could really do and so trot she did. Lawrence was getting plenty of first rate material and Andrei seemed delighted. The butler remained impassive. Debbi was definitely a sight to behold as she made her way around and around, her pert breasts jiggling obscenely as she began to be run ragged, fearing another swipe from the careless whip that she could hear cracking behind her. Debbi slowed for a final circuit, adopting an exaggerated high knee gait in an uncanny approximation of a prancing horse.

"Whoa there" cried Lawrence. "Anyone got any carrots for a good mare ?" he chuckled. Debbi let him have a flow of good natured invective once the uncomfortable bit was removed from her mouth. "You OK ?" he then asked. "It wasn't the most comfortable thing I've ever done but it was fun" Debbi admitted, breathing heavily. "Not a career I intend to pursue though" she added hurriedly. Natasha unfastened her wrists and Debbi bent so that Lawrence could help to remove the tail from her ass ! "That's better" she sighed as they headed back to the house for the lunch Andrei had organised.