Not this time.

The stall is barren except for a series of wooden beams with suspension ropes and straps hanging from them and chains on the floor. You see nothing in the stall itself, save for a series of chains and wooden beams above, some hay serving as flooring above the fine brick floor with another set of chains and an iron bar on the floor. The creaking gives way to a series of heels clicking, the jingle of metal, and the hollow sound of hooves growing closer. You hide in one of the corners, hoping they do not look inside the stall itself, which they unfortunately do, as a tall domineering woman enters with a another woman by a leash.

The woman on a leash is almost covered head to toe in latex, her body encased in a shimmering black latex bodysuit that goes up to her neck, ending at her thighs and shoulders. A pair of Latex stockings goes up her thighs and above the bodysuit itself, connecting to a study black leather harness that tightly binds her breasts and body. You quiver in both fear and lust as it shares a very similar design to yours. The most stark and shocking feature is the pair of knee high boots and elbow length gloves she wears as well as her headdress. The boots and gloves match the rest of the set being made of black latex, however they end in a pair of hooves with the boots hooves seem to be much sturdier. Her headdress is a series of belts that has a pair of long ears and blinders on it. She turns to look at you, sighing softly through the bit gag attached to the headdress on her head. She looks like some perverted kinky parody of a Pony. You sharply inhale and feel your cheeks flush. You hate to admit it... but this, like so many other sights the mansion has shown you, is intensely erotic and a severe turn on. She looks into your eyes and you into her emerald green ones as she seems to hold your gaze. You almost think she might be happy to see you...or is that pity?

"Well well, what do we have here?"

You jump in fright as the voice breaks your gaze, causing you to look at the domineering woman. The Domme is not overly muscular, yet she seems to radiate power. Her every step and movement controlled and set. She is in a dark blue latex outfit similar to a Riding outfit, with the jacket covering her torso and shoulders, with the bottom of the jacket tapering into a series of frills that seemed to almost give the illusion of a skirt. She wears a pair of latex shorts and fishnets that disappear into her boots. Her hands and arms are covered in fingerless latex gloves that reach up to her biceps.

"A lost little guest? Or perhaps an intruder trying to steal one of my prize ponies?"

She looks you over as she approaches you, her gaze forces your eyes to look down. Her stiletto navy blue latex boots cling to her, moving up and stopping at her thighs, a metal band of silver with small studs topping it. The silver studs go down the sides of the boots to the matching her heels and pair of spurs that jingle as she approaches you. Her boots shine like mirrors as She towers over you as you attempt to look up from your sitting position. You feel flush, your entire face burning as her perfume assails your nostrils, smelling of cinnamon and cloves. Words seem to be a distant memory.

"No...an intruder wouldn't be dressed as you are my little voyeur. Tell me why you are here. Does my little voyeur have fantasies of joining my stable?"

You almost feel your whole body turn red as you look down in embarrassment. She reaches down, her bare fingers soft yet also maintain a firm grasp on your chin as she forces you to look up. You do your best to not stare at her face, instead looking at the lighter blue wave patterns at the edge of her gloves. You gasp in pain as you feel a sting on your back as she spanks you with a crop. You look up at her face, her chestnut hair done up in a pony tail. You gasp in shock as her eyes lock onto you. They are golden yellow, like twin pools of molten gold.

"Speak."

"I..I'm a guest..." you try to form a longer sentence, wanting to explain your desire to leave... but her gaze seems to melt away all cognizant thought.

"A Guest?" She cocks an eyebrow as her lips raise softly in a smirk as she looks at your body. "Guests normally don't dress like this." She reacts out and pinches your erect nipple, causing you to moan softly. "A submissive little thing are you?" She smiles as she pulls you up by the harness. You gasp softly as you feel the leather straps dig into your aching sex.

"I think I will take that as a yes. Submissive little ponies like you want to be trained. Isn't that right? You want me to wrap you up in Latex, whip your soft, creamy thighs until you orgasm from the pain? Maybe I need to peg you with my favorite strap on?"

You shudder at her words as they lower into a throaty whisper into your ears. 'Get it together girl! You've gotta get out of here!' you think. You try to speak, but instead shake your head no. She chuckles softly as she inserts her fingers into your tight pussy.

"Mmmmm, you say no, but I can tell what your body truly desires....isn't that right pet?"

You squirm as she toys with you. This...isn't how you feel is it? She and this mansion have just been having an odd effect on you. You find your willpower to finally fight back. You push her hand away forcefully as you take a step away and try to circle around her to escape.

"No! I am just a lost girl who got caught up in the weirdness of this mansion! I..." your will falters as you think about all you've seen, the incredible pleasures and delights all of the girls had. "I...am not a ****!" You turn and move to the exit as fast as you can, in an attempt to escape. You hear the riding crop snap behind you.

"Bonnie! Hold her!"

You are pretty fast. Your adrenaline and heart rate is going faster then you've felt....but Bonnie, a trained Ponygirl, is right next to your exit and is faster. She moves in front of you, pushing your side which causes you to turn unbalanced as she gets behind you and holds you tight, your breasts squeezed tight between the leather straps as the Mistress walks slowly up to you. She softly taps her crop against your nipples as you squirm against the Ponygirl behind you.

"Mmmm...yes, you are correct my dear. You are not a ****." She lifts up her crop, as if to possibly lets you go, yet her eyes shine with sadism as lightning fast she brings the crop down and strikes your stomach, causing you to cry out. "You are a PONY!" She strikes you again, right on the straps of your pussy as it grazes your clit. You throw your head back and moan loudly as you cum from the sensation. She laughs cruelly at your predicament.

"Yes, my own little pleasure pony to do with as I will. It's so much better that you think this way." She walks up and rubs your aching clit, causing you to pant. She grasps it and softly pinches and twists it. "It lets me enjoy breaking you all the more."

"Please..." You stare at her, your eyes begging in a last **** act for mercy. "...just let me go, I just go lost on myyyyyy..." You moan as she reinserts her fingers.

"Such a stupid slut...you aren't lost. You were Chosen. Chosen by the Mistress of this Mansion to be....well whatever your heart looked for." She has Bonnie drag you over to the center of the room as she reaches up and pulls the chains down, attaching them slowly to your harness as you struggle in vain against both of them.

"And your heart lead you here. I will train you well my little pet. By the time I'm done with you, Bonnie here will have a wonderful Ponyslut sister..." she finishes securing you. Your arms chained above your head as the chains on the floor keep your legs spread apart, your attempts to escape the bindings only result in your tits swaying back and forth and rubbing against Bonnie's latex clad body who returns the favor in kind by rubbing against you. The Mistress leans in as she holds your chin up to look at her again. "And I can promise you, you will love every minute of it as I can see you are right now. I AM quite the Miracle worker...but even the greatest trainers need their toys." She kisses you deeply before the dropping your head down, grabbing Bonnie's leash and taking her out of the room.

You attempt to struggle as best as you can, but your struggles are in vain. Escape is now seemingly impossible given your arms and legs are bound and everytime you struggle, your harness digs into you which only seems to turn you on more. Maybe she was right? You want this?

Your questions are cut short as she re-enters the room, a large bag with her which she drops to the ground, sways her hips as she looks at you. She smiles as she reaches down and pulls out a bit and bridle with ears like Bonnie's.

"Now...let's get you looking proper shall we?"