The Random Recollections of Birthday Boy

The Random Recollections of Birthday Boy Part - 4.

A strong gust of wind hit him, breaking his chain of thoughts and returning him to the bleak, damp, muddy, wind-swept field. Probably just as well because that little introductory session, as Kelly later termed it, that getting to know each other and play with some of the toys session, was not a memory he cared to dwell upon, nor the agonising days that followed. Her enthusiasm for playing with those toys or perhaps plying them would be a better term, seemed endless!

Back then, he'd still thought himself a tough guy, genuinely believed the bizarre situation would somehow end, resolve itself, and that he would eventually wake from the impossible nightmare and escape somehow. How foolish and naive he'd been those first few days until the sadistic tutoring of a cute giggly young girl and her painful toys had taught him that he was neither tough nor dreaming but living a harsh reality.  

He’d been reduced to pulling a simple plough in a field under the whip of a teenage girl! How had his life come to this, and what was the bloody point, for they never planted anything, never grew anything in it, did they? A stupid thought he realised as soon as he'd thought it. He knew very well what the point or points were. He pulled it for the brat's amusement and because Kelly found it entertaining to put her captive 'animal' to work, and, of course, most importantly, she could use her whip to encourage his flagging efforts!

He shuffled from one foot to the other, partly to keep warm and prevent his heavy hoof boots from sinking too deep into the mud. He wondered if he should try to pull the plough free and speed things up but immediately rejected that idea. He'd been ordered to stand, to stay, hadn't he? Besides, if he pulled the damn thing free, that would have meant he'd indulged in some independent thinking, wouldn't it. That was another major no-no almost as bad as human speech. Dumb, stupid animals like him didn't talk, nor did they indulge in rational, intelligent thought. Not if they wanted to avoid the sort of excess punishment his sadistic young owner would so enthusiastically apply to his hide. He didn't know what she was like with a tennis racquet in her hand, but he was only too familiar with how effectively she could use that collection of punitive toys. Oh yes, how he'd known them and their bite over the past two years. Nor had her enthusiasm for using them diminished in the slightest!

He was shivering continually now, which was hardly surprising given he was out in the open, completely exposed in worsening damp, windy weather, wearing little more than a pair of clumsy knee-high hoof boots, posture collar and a leather harness. Hardly appropriate attire for the conditions, even though he'd become somewhat acclimatised over two years to being virtually naked all the time. Still, if the brat left him much longer, she'd have one sick or perhaps eventually dead human stallion on her hands!

Finally, he saw movement, a figure coming from the house towards him, but his heart sank momentarily. It wasn't Kelly; it was her mother. The woman strode purposely towards him, elegant as always, one of those women who could effortlessly look sexy and sophisticated wearing a black trash bin liner. She was not wearing one, but a pair of skin-tight purple leggings, a matching turtleneck sweater and a sleeveless quilted Gilet blue jacket. Her outfit was completed via black gloves, blue rubber boots and a red woolly hat, complete with a large white pom-pom.

 A winter outfit with one addition, the same short dog whip doubled up in a leather gloved hand that Kelly had recently used to encourage him toward greater effort! The woman gave him the briefest of glances as she walked past, and then he could feel her pushing or pulling, wrenching at the plough behind him, muttering curses under her breath. A moment later, she was on her phone.

"Yes, it's well and truly stuck, so it can stay here till tomorrow. I know what I said in the kitchen, but it's well stuck, plus it has started to rain. Yes, I know, but it won’t come to any harm, unlike Trooper. Your poor animal is already covered in goosebumps, and if I hang out here much longer, I will be as well! Okay, Sweetie, enjoy yourself with Tony, and for heaven's sake, tell your boyfriends to phone you in future before driving all the way out here unannounced! Yes, Sweetie, I'll give him a few reminders for you; yes, bye".

 He could hear her fiddling with something, muttering quietly, and then she was behind him with that warm musky scent he recognised. He'd first smelt it two years before when she'd leaned over from the rear seat in the car, but unlike then, she said nothing to him. Why should she, for he was nothing but a mere animal in her eyes, her daughter's pet pony to be used and brutalised as they wished without conscience? He shivered but not from cold this time but from that thought. The brat's mother, his captor, the heartless bitch who had condemned him to this miserable existence rarely bothered with him herself, but when she did. He shivered again, but again it was not the cold that triggered his involuntary movement!

He'd been freed from that wretched plough, thank God! Back to his home in the stinking straw and the comparative warmth of the stable where at least he would be dry and out of the chill wind. Maybe she’d even put the heating on now? He was so relieved, so eager that he forgot one small point, just who it was that had unbuckled and freed him and who now held his reins in one hand and something else in her other. It was the other hand that quickly reminded him.

"Walk on", her command simultaneously delivered along with the last couple of inches of that dog whip biting into his right buttock cheek. Nor had she held back. He yelped and walked forward in obedience to that shake of the reins, anxious to avoid another stripe on top of those Kelly had added earlier. Some hope! A second one followed almost immediately, then a third. "Move, you lazy animal, walk on, hup, hup!"

He upped his pace as best he could, for his hoof boots were heavy and clogged with clinging sticky, damp mud due to his stamping to try and stay warm. Without thinking, he instinctively turned slightly to head for the stable, knowing he'd erred even before her lash caught him.

"Stay, stay, stand, you stupid creature!" He jumped and yelped again, and then she was beside him, gripping his bridle in one gloved hand and pulling his head down near hers. "Now Trooper", she chided softly, twisting the straps that bound his head painfully, reminding him yet again just how helpless he was in the hands of his so-called owners!

"How long is it now, boy?" She cooed in his ear. "Two years, two whole years since I gave you to my daughter for her sixteenth birthday! Her very own special pony but of course," she leaned even nearer; he could feel her warm breath, sense and smell her perfumed femininity, and her voice became even softer. "You know, I genuinely believe that she almost sees you as an animal! But of course, we both know differently, don't we, boy?" He stiffened as she gently caressed one whip, sore buttock cheek running her leather palm around it. "My, it seems like only yesterday I spotted you looking for a lift outside that service area, remember, of course, you do! Hubby had enough, was getting a bit tetchy and was about to drive off. Then, bingo, you appeared just as he was about to start the car, and Kelly got her special present after all!" She snickered. "And what did you get, eh, Trooper?"

He screamed into his bit as her hand abruptly squeezed where he was most raw and sore, then she backed off, snarling, "You got a permanent red-hot rump, one that's about to get a good deal hotter, foolish animal. Two years of training, and you still have not learned. You obey, you don't think. Dumb creatures like you obey, obey, obey! Her whip made him jump and squeal as she used it three times to emphasise each word. 

Then that sensual perfumed smell came again, and she was in front of him, doubling up her whip before using it to gently lift his chin a fraction, then reaching up with her other hand and grasping his bridle, pulling his head down against the painful lip of his posture collar until she could look him in the eyes and smile in her usual cool sardonic manner. “You go where I want, boy and nowhere else, don’t you? I think, and you obey, that’s how it works, isn’t it, Trooper, and you know what I’ll do to your rump if I need to remind you. I took away your freedom, and don’t forget, I’m a trained nurse” She reached down and made him jump as a finger flicked the head of his captive cock. “If needs be, I can take away other things as well!”

He flinched and squirmed as she lowered her gloved hand to squeeze his ball sac, already tight and shrunken with cold and fear. “Kelly and I have talked about it, of course, and it’s not as if you need these things to pull a plough or writhe on her punishment bench. With or without, you’ll be just as entertaining for her, won’t you, boy? I understand the process has a very calming effect on unruly stallions, so maybe we’ll find out one day, eh, Trooper” She laughed, releasing her hold and made to go back behind him and then changed her mind. 

"You know, Trooper, I was a little annoyed earlier when young Tony showed up unannounced and uninvited. We have to be a little careful, don't we, visitor-wise? I mean, how many homes have such a special animal resident on the premises" She smiled, patted him gently on the cheek, and then pursed her lips thoughtfully. "Mind you, I'm not too sure about Tony; I have got a hunch he wouldn't be too bothered about you", she giggled. "Anyway, maybe it was more a case of opportunity knocking at the right moment" Her other hand raised the folded whip and gently tapped him on the lower lip. "Yes, indeed, perhaps very opportune the more I think on it. Hubby is away with his buddies on a long golfing weekend and doubtlessly already sinking more in the nineteenth hole than any on any green, and I very much doubt that Kelly will be back before morning. You know why, Trooper?"

A pointless question, as both knew, given what would happen if he attempted to answer it even if he could. Hell, even showing that he'd understood it might incur her wrath, he made no sound into his bit and tried to stare back at her as blankly as he could. The whip tapped his lip again, and the sensual woman leaned closer, her grip on his bridle hurting as she twisted the leather strap she grasped. 

The whip moved up and tapped his nose twice; then, with a very girlish giggle, she lowered it, and he felt her use it to rub lightly against the head of his captive penis. "Because Tony's parents own a luxury mobile beach home on a site not too far away. Expensive, exclusive, and very quiet unless my naughty little girl is opening her legs wide for Tony and then I expect there will be a few complaints if the neighbours are in residence. Kelly takes after me in that respect, and we're both orgasmic screamers. Hubby says I give him a headache sometimes, but Kelly is far worse. Sometimes we can hardly hear the television even if she's upstairs in her bedroom, amusing herself with one of her more intimate toys after a little fun session with you. The harder the whipping, the louder she shrieks later, but maybe not as loud as she made you, eh boy. Bet you didn't know that about her, did you, Trooper? Such a cold, cruel little bitch in the stable, but you make her so hot and horny. She laughed and released his bridle stepping back and shaking the whip out before moving behind him again.

He felt the pressure of the reins once again pulling on his mouth bit and a second later reacted as the whip painfully emphasised her curt "Walk on" command. He veered obediently to the left as she steered him towards the path leading past her house to the stable. It was beginning to rain quite hard now, but despite her comments on the phone, she seemed in no hurry to up the pace, and if he tried, well, there was no way he would even attempt to do that, not with her in total control along with that whip in her hand.

"Whoa, whoa, boy!" He jumped as the whip seared him yet again. "Stop, you stupid animal" He stopped dead immediately, but that didn't save him from several more irate lashes across his backside. His own fault, he realised, for he'd been eyeing the stable building, and her stopping him outside the house had caught him by surprise when the reins pulled him to a halt.

"Stand, stay, you stupid disobedient animal" She walked past him, casually knotted the long reins around a convenient post, and turned to him. "Here I was, resigned to a book and a mug of cocoa for a lonely evening, and now a whole new scenario has opened up with my daughter's blessing. Now I want to slip into something a little more comfortable, as they say, and then we'll see about that disobedience." She patted him on the cheek. "We haven't played together for a while, have we, boy? Now don't you run away, will you" She laughed and went into her house, not even bothering to close the big front door.

He'd never been this near the house before, and he saw her hurry up a wide carpeted staircase and disappear from view; then, he shook himself like a dog emerging from a pond. Indeed it was an involuntary action for the same reason, his body and harness becoming wetter, and then he shivered but not from the chilly weather, for he could feel the warm air wafting out of the open door. It was those parting words of hers that triggered the movement. No, they hadn't played together recently, had they? There was a flash from somewhere behind him and then a long, dull rumbling as though the thunder was a portent of things to come. He remembered the first time Kelly had left him in her mother's care, which was not a happy memory. Then again, happiness was not something to be found nor expected in his present existence, was it?

No, not when he was standing virtually naked in the rain and tethered like a dumb animal, helplessly waiting on a woman no doubt tarting herself up, ready to amuse herself with him, but that amusement and pleasure would be entirely one-sided. There was another flash and a more extended rumble, but no sign of movement from within the house, so he shuffled around, looked towards the stable, and sighed. He'd hoped that his day would soon be over, but evidently not, and his mind drifted back many months!

He hadn't seen her in the stable for a while, and here she was on her own, holding his feeding bowl. God and she'd looked sexy, indeed just for a second as he'd staggered upright he'd taken her for Kelly until he realised his mistake. The woman had her blonde hair tied in a ponytail with a big black bow, skin-tight black ripped jeans, heeled black glossy knee boots and a tight white sleeveless ribbed top. A very tight and clingy top that hugged her bosom, her nipples clearly visible through the thin, stretchy fabric as indeed was the shape of her breasts, nor was there the slightest sign of a bra strap.

It was that part of her anatomy that his eyes had fixed upon first and had told him she wasn't Kelly as he struggled sleepily to his feet. It usually was the stable lights coming on that warned him to arise so that his sadistic young owner could feast her eyes on her prize stallion in all its captive glory. The brat had a habit of doing that, leaning upon the door to his stall, saying nothing, and just looking at him with that look in her eyes and that smug expression on her pretty face that he so hated.

A very pretty girl but with a decidedly ugly and evil nature revelling in the fact that he, the captive, helpless beast, belonged to her, and she could do whatever she wanted to it whenever she wanted. Or at least when not constrained by her school hours and seemingly active social life, her cell phone constantly orchestrated. Sometimes she stood there with a steaming mug in her hand or a sandwich, sausage, bacon or egg, and he had to stand there and face her. Watch her callously nibble upon her breakfast snack, sometimes tearing at it with gleaming white teeth, slowly manoeuvring a long sliver of bacon into her mouth. In contrast, he watched and salivated, knowing full well what his next meal would be like. 

It would not be bacon or sausage, or egg. It would not be appetising and edible only because if he didn't eat it, every last foul morsel, he'd receive a beating, a punishment beating! One of her three P's, as she'd once laughingly explained to her mother. Trooper receives beatings for three main reasons, Mummy. Punishment, severe punishment for breaches of the rules, her fucking rules! Pleasure beatings, less intense usually, but depending on her mood and for her pleasure and amusement, of course not his! He wasn't a masochist, but even if he had been, then a couple of Kelly's‘ pleasure sessions' would have probably cured that particular foible. Then there was the P that wasn't. The P that stood for those imPromptu punishments, the on-the-spot corrective beatings for some real or imagined misdemeanour on his part. They were applied immediately, unlike the other two, which would be delivered more formally at a time that suited his young tormentor.

He shifted his gaze from that enticing, tightly covered bosom to the plastic bowl in the woman's hand. It wasn't even a bowl; it was a baby's potty, bright pink with a handle. The one Kelly had once parked her tiny butt on many years ago, which her mother had found and discarded during a routine clear out. Kelly had spotted it among the rubbish, declaring she could find a new use for it, and so she had. It was the mixing bowl for whatever foul concoction she created for him to eat, and then conveyed the resulting slop to the stable to be tipped into his big stainless steel food bowl. The very sight of it revolted him, let alone its contents. Another psychological, if less than subtle, reminder of the girl's total mastery over him!

Now it was in the hand of the woman who'd once sat her upon it while Kelly was away on her school trip to Switzerland, which she'd been so excited about. Super-hyped up she'd been but not to the extent that she'd neglected him, so he was still smarting from the 'little something to remember her by' until she returned. A little, as she'd put it, au revoir present the previous evening that hadn't been little at all. It had been a long, slow, and prolonged beating to take her mind off the trip to calm her excitement and help her get a good night's sleep. Maybe she had slept well, but he certainly hadn't, not with the agony she'd methodically and remorselessly beaten into his bottom, accompanied as usual by her girlish giggles as he'd screamed his head off!

It hadn't started too badly, or so he'd foolishly thought after she'd led him by his nasal leash to her punishment bench and secured him. By this stage of his captivity, he was beyond thoughts of resistance, the once proud warrior meekly following the leash in the hand of a teenage girl who was about to beat him purely for her pleasure and amusement! Incredible, unbelievable and yet about to become so painfully real once again. The never-ending nightmare began anew every time he awakened and opened his eyes.

She'd chosen one of her paddles which didn't mean much as she often used one of the wretched things to 'warm him up, to tenderise him' as she put it ready for something a little hotter like the cane! Other times and hopefully, this was one of those, a hard paddling would suffice to satisfy the little bitch's sadistic inclinations. Painful, very but bearable, just unless it was very prolonged! Then Kelly started talking, and his heart sank, for he knew he'd be screaming and begging yet again before the evil brat was finished with him. It would be a 'mummy' night where he was always cast as the wayward child needing correction, and those sessions were never very short.

"Mummy is so upset", Kelly whispered softly into his ear while stroking his head gently. That was back when he'd still had a full head of hair for her to stroke before she'd decided that bald was so much sexier to fondle. "Mummy is very sorry, but she has to go away for a whole week and leave her big boy all on his lonesome. So mummy thought Trooper would like something to remind him of mummy until she returned home. Words spoken so sweetly, but her accompanying evil giggles belied that sweetness as she tapped him lightly on the nose with her favourite wooden paddle. The one was shaped like a heart with similar holes so that it would descend all the faster and harder upon his buttocks. Then her phone had rung as it invariably did, and she broke off to spend the next five minutes excitedly talking about the forthcoming trip with a school friend and ignoring him entirely. 

Despite frequent interruptions, it had been a long and painful evening as the paddle rose and fell without mercy between bouts of mummy talk and numerous incoming or outgoing cell phone calls when something important occurred to Kelly. "Yes, mummy knows it hurts," she whispered sweetly while a small hand callously squeezed and kneaded his tortured flesh. "Just a few more patty pats on this botty; otherwise, it won't stay hot till mummy returns, will it, Trooper?" Then she'd break off reaching for her phone and call Jenny to ask if she was going to pack that new sexy blue crop top she looked so cool in.

The surreality of his crazy situation never ceased to amaze him even as he squirmed helplessly, moaning in agony as a pretty blonde teenager absently massaged his blistered buttock cheeks with one hand while excitedly discussing trivia with a girlfriend via the cell phone in her other hand. He wondered what Jenny would be doing in a couple of minutes, adding that sexy blue top that made her look cool to her suitcase, maybe! Meanwhile, Kelly would inevitably pick up her paddle again at this end because Trooper's big bot bot wasn't quite crooked enough for her taste!

"A little tardy on your hooves today, Trooper, weren't we?" The woman said. "Aren't you supposed to stand tall and proud, ready to delight my daughter's eye when she gets to your stall each morning? Kelly tells me she always counts to three after she puts the lights on to give you a little extra time, which I did, and yet I find you're hardly out of your stinking pit. You are seriously mistaken if you think her absence means you can laze around just as you like and that I won't do anything about it. There are no holidays in this stable for a beast like you! Her first day away, and you start backsliding after all the care and attention Kelly's lavished upon you in recent months, such gross ingratitude! What would my little Angel say about that, I wonder?"

The woman had peered into the pink potty, wrinkled her nose, and then shrugged indifferently before continuing. "Kelly tells me you're far more docile these days, Trooper. Is that true? Have you learned what a sweet young girl with a whip can do to a dumb stubborn animal like you?"

 He'd stared at her. "Angel, sweet! Christ, she was as crazy and as wicked as her damn daughter and probably as dangerous. He wouldn't even be here in this living nightmare but for her, the bitch. A fucking present, a birthday present for her little angel! Yeah, some fucking angel, given how her leaving reminder deeply seared into his backside, had kept him awake virtually all night. Fucking evil little demon, more like! He still couldn't believe this was happening to him, even after so many months of captivity! That he was little more than a toy, a pet, a human-sized living doll to be abused and mutilated by a deranged psychopathic teen. What next, pulling his arms, legs and head off in a tantrum and tossing them on the rubbish heap?

He took a couple of paces backwards as she moved forward and tipped the contents of the potty into his feeding bowl, then scraped it out with a spatula till she was satisfied the horrible container was empty. He saw her glance up at him, her eyes holding his for a moment; then, raising the spatula to her lips, she touched it with the tip of her tongue. Her expression instantly changed to one of disgust, almost undoubtedly genuine, but by dint of necessity and the whip, he'd long since stopped being picky, not that he'd ever been allowed that luxury. 

"Thhhukk" The woman screwed her face up, making a hawking noise in the back of her throat, bent forward and spat into his feeding dish. A long thin skein of drool extended from the bowl to her mouth, which she and she promptly wiped with the back of her hand and then wiped the hand across his face and beckoned him forward with a crooked finger.

"Head down, boy, here, now."

A second later, he obediently bent forward and waited while her fingers nimbly loosed a strap and plucked the hated bit and tongue plate from his mouth to dangle from the side she hadn't freed. God, how he loathed that simple thing that silenced his voice and made him feel more like an animal than any other part of his hated tack.

"Eat" Her fingers snapped, and one pointed imperiously towards the feeding bowl.

He was far bigger than her, especially in those horrible boots, bulkier, stronger, heavier and yet what could he do but obey that command trussed up as he was? She was the dominant one, not him, and he'd learned too many times what that meant at the hands of her brat. What could he do with no hands, his legs hobbled bar try to head-butt her or knock her sideways with his body, but what would that achieve? He'd done that once to Kelly in the second week of his captivity, driven beyond reason by the hellish insane situation in which he found himself. A spontaneous, unplanned act of rebellion that seemed to amuse and infuriate her simultaneously.

There had been consequences, of course, and that was the first time he'd passed out on that dreaded punishment bench of hers as he paid a terrible price for his ill-thought-out action. He had acted in haste, a moment that had lasted mere seconds. In contrast, Kelly's painful response lasted for hours, and leaving the party early was not on her agenda, even though he'd tried twice only to be revived before she dragged him back to his stall on his hands and knees. Yes, he'd learned that day just what a 'sweet' young girl could do to him and not just with a whip!

He felt pressure on the back of his head. "Get your head well down, Trooper and get that tongue working hard. Clean bowl, boy, so lap it all up! I understand Kelly allows you five minutes which seems exceedingly generous to me, given it's all slop and goo. I will allow you just four because I'm sure a big strong animal like you has an equally big strong, energetic tongue, and we ladies always like that, don't we, boy! She giggled mischievously, but the pressure on his head had not relaxed.

The thunder was getting nearer, as were the lightning flashes, the sky becoming noticeably darker, but fortunately, the intensity of the rain hadn't increased as of yet. He would soon be damp, as would be his leather harness and boots but hopefully not totally soaked. None of the tack he was wearing was what he'd originally been bound in by the brat or her mother, partly because Kelly liked to experiment with her life-size bondage dolly and partly because of wear and tear. Not that it ever wore or tore sufficiently enough to allow him any chance of freedom.

He doubted that whoever made the horrible fetish stuff envisaged it ever being put to full-time use in such an improbable and illegal fashion. No doubt their perverted clientele who purchased the stuff demanded it be ultra strong and escape proof for a few hours of what they considered 'fun' or maybe overnight, even an entire weekend occasionally. Also almost certainly only used within the strict privacy of their homes behind drawn curtains and never outside in the open air.

That was probably why the stuff soaked up water like blotting paper when it reached a certain point making it very heavy, and when it dried, it lost much of its suppleness and became stiff and painfully uncomfortable. Well, more so than usual, for it was never easy to wear the wretched stuff, not that the little bitch would worry herself overmuch about that.

It did take time to dry out, though, and wearing anything damp wasn't fun, particularly if you slept on a dirt and sawdust floor! He couldn't even remember what sleeping in a bed on a mattress was like. Once a fortnight or so, he got fresh straw for his bed when the brat did a big muck-out of his stall. It came in a big polythene-wrapped bale and might even have been comfortable if she had left it wrapped so it could act as a mattress. But no, she ripped it open every time with a box knife and scattered it about at the back of his stall, and even if he kicked it together with his horrible boots, it would be flat and useless with five minutes of his laying down. It was useless, but it wasn't there for his comfort anyway, was it? No, it was another cruel way of reinforcing his animal status, which was why she used the bloody stuff!

Another rumble and flash, the loudest and brightest yet and still no response from the house, nothing, neither sound nor movement, but why should there be, for he didn't count for anything, did he? He was just an animal to be ignored and left tethered to await his owner's leisure or pleasure as and when it suited her! He shivered and stared morosely towards the stable, then sighed, wondering why he was getting annoyed about it. There wasn't a thing he could do to alter the situation, and thinking back, did he want her to hurry up recalling the first time Kelly had left him in the care of her mother?

"That’s your four minutes, Trooper” A finger hooked under his bridle and lifted his head out of his feeding bowl “, and I don’t see a clean gleaming bowl. Yes, a filthy yuk-splattered animal face, but a clean bowl, no! I wonder if I should count that as wilful disobedience, laziness, or merely a lack of appetite?” She pulled his head back a little higher as she considered, then picked up the spatula and bent forward, brushing his cheek as she hawked and spat again into his food bowl twice. 

“There now”, she said, stirring her saliva and mucus with what remained of his foul breakfast. “That should slide down a little easier for you.” He gave an involuntary wretch at the repulsive suggestion, only for her to twist his bridle even more painfully as she bent her head near and snarled in his ear. “Swallow, boy, swallow. Throw up, and you’ll eat that too, waste not want not, so don’t be a silly billy and make things worse for yourself. Clean bowl, now!”

He felt her release his bridle, then she slapped him hard on the head and pushed his face back down, her palm briefly holding him for a second until she heard him noisily slurping, and then the pressure relaxed as he heard her move away. He’d closed his eyes along with his mind and just licked and lapped until there was nothing left, then continued, unsure of what was expected of him. Kelly had trained him to raise his head and stand erect, ‘proud’ as she termed it, once he’d finished and his bowl was available for her inspection. 

He stood head down for several minutes until he heard her return and her curt “Oh, stand up, you stupid creature”, accompanied by the click of her fingers. The bowl was whisked away as he obeyed the command and barely glanced at it before being pushed aside. 

“Tolerable!” was her verdict as she hooked fingers under his bridle and pulled him forwards. “Now, Trooper, walkies time. I can lead you like this or use the nasal leash, but if I use that, I’ll pull hard. Your choice, boy. Walk on obediently now, or wait for the leash…ah, I thought you’d be a good horsey for me. Come on then,” she laughed.

He’d obediently followed her, the raised arm grasping his bridle leading him out of his stall and then through the stable doors into the morning sunlight and round the corner of the building before he stopped abruptly, digging his hooves into the ground as he saw what she was leading him towards. He didn’t know what it was or its purpose, but he instinctively knew that it was something they’d constructed for him and that he wouldn’t like it one bit! Not that he had a choice, of course, and was instantly reminded of that fact when his bridle was released as she drew a riding quirt from her belt and delivered three hard blows to his right rump, making him jump and squeal aloud for his bit was still dangling loose.

“That’s right, boy”, she snarled, grabbing his bridle again and pulling him forward. “Get those larynx muscles working, your going to be exercising them a lot today! Now come on, move, animal.”

The device was simply a length of unpainted rough cut, two by two-inch timber, maybe nine or ten feet tall, sunk into the ground and leaning a couple of degrees out of true. Freshly planted there, judging by the scattered earth and stones on the grass and topped by a similar cross beam, although not as long from which two short lengths of rope dangled one at each end. Just for one horrified second, an image of a crucifixion had flashed through his mind, but no, the damn structure was far too fragile looking for that, and why would they do that? Then again, what sane person would do what they’d already done to him! 

“I got hubby to knock this up for you yesterday afternoon”, she told him, casually pushing him into position under one end of the crosspiece. “It’s called a pony walker. Kelly had been talking about getting one, so we’ll see how this goes for now and then get something much more substantial made to order. Another nice toy for you both to play with, eh, Trooper?” She paused and chuckled, tapping him on the cheek. “Maybe one with a motor so you can get some exercise and keep in shape when she’s at school, perhaps?”

He’d stared at her in horror as she smiled and patted him on the cheek again as the implication of what she was so calmly saying sank in; then she disappeared behind him, and he felt her fiddling about with the back of his collar. He knew what she was doing and could guess why even before she spoke.

“That will suffice for now but tying knots is a bit tedious, and I’m no sailor. I think perhaps an adjustable leather strap of some sort with a simple clip on the end or something similar for convenience. Now move yourself, boy. Shuffle sideways…No, not that way!” Her crop flashed up and down, making him jump and squeal. “Away from the post, you braindead dumbo, MOVE!”

The crop struck again, and he squeaked despite trying not to as he obeyed until the rope fastened to the back of his neck collar meant he could move no further. He half expected the crop to strike again, but it didn’t. His gorgeous tormentor came to stand right in front of him and leaned forward, her left hand going around his head to test the security of his tether. Was the bitch doing that deliberately, he wondered, his cock twitching instinctively as her warm perfumed feminine freshness overwhelmed him. She raised herself on her toes, and he could feel those unfettered breasts pressed against him, the nipples bullet-hard against his bare chest beneath that tight flimsy top. Jeez, he ran his tongue over his lips and groaned inwardly, both in pain and sheer frustration, as his swelling cock quickly reached the unyielding limits of its steel prison.

“Now, you won’t go away, will you” she giggled, stepping back and tapping his chest with her crop. “I would be very disappointed to return and find you’d suddenly remembered an urgent appointment elsewhere or something similar” Then she laughed. “Not much chance of that is there, Trooper. Not a single upcoming engagement in your diary is there, urgent or otherwise?” She chuckled, “Not for today, tomorrow, next week, month, or even lifetime, eh?” she chuckled. “My, how nice that must be. I almost envy you, ALMOST!” she finished with a loud laugh and walked away and out of sight.

He'd had to stand around and wait for her back then just as he was doing now, only the weather had been entirely different. Warm and getting warmer by the minute back then, with no wind, not even a gentle cooling breeze to provide some relief as that horrible day wore on. Unlike today, standing in the cold while the wind chilled him and swirled about, driving the rain at him from various directions, seemingly unable to decide which direction it wanted to assail him

He heard a noise and caught a flash of movement through the open front door as she hurried downstairs and shot out of sight somewhere that was hidden from him by the door. A moment later, she was back, peered around the door at him, made a gesture with one hand that had no discernible meaning and promptly disappeared again—checking that he was still where she left him tethered, yes, possibly. A gesture of apology for her tardiness, highly unlikely given how he was kept and treated!

At least the ground here was made of concrete slabs, he thought as he stamped his hooves up and down. He did that partly to keep warm and to free some of the claggy mud accumulated on them from the field, adding to their cumbersome weight. He couldn’t see the wretched stuff but could feel it under and at the sides of the hoof part of his steel-shod boots when he twisted them. He moved his feet, smearing the squidgy stuff on the concrete surface. An automatic action with no ulterior motive, but he should have known better. He’d been told to stand, to stay, hadn’t he, and that’s precisely what he should have done.

“You filthy fucking animal!” an indignant scream of rage came from the doorway. “What the hell do you think you’re doing to my nice clean path, you stupid beast? Look at it; look at that fucking mess you’ve made!” Easier said than done, given his posture collar made that an impossibility. Both of them knew that, but it was merely an instinctive expression of outrage on her part. That wouldn’t hurt him, but the physical manifestation of her sudden anger would, and both knew that too!

Even as that ‘stand, stay’ command returned to the forefront of his mind, he instinctively took a couple of steps sideways, fearful of her anger, only to be stopped short by the reins she’d casually looped a couple of times around a fence post. He glanced fearfully from the simple white-painted post that effectively denied him freedom; well, not counting all the damn stuff he was trussed up in towards the open doorway and was surprised to see it empty. He’d expected to find her storming towards him with that painful whip in her hand. Instead, both path, doorway and what he could see of the hall beyond was empty. How much longer was she going t leave him standing there?

That first-time she hadn’t left him alone for very long, unlike now, well in one sense, she had, for she’d left him tethered by the neck to that beam above him as she bustled about fetching various items setting herself up for a relaxing day in the sun. First, the sun lounger she unfolded, looked about, moved, looked at him and then moved it to another position before nodding to herself. Then the low plastic table placed next to it, the big glass jug full of orange juice or similar, chilled for he distinctly heard the clink of ice cubes on glass. The tall glass with a large pink plastic straw, a couple of glossy magazines, a white hand towel and what looked like a small iPad or Kindle reader in a red leather cover, sunglasses and a small tube of lip balm and lastly, a couple of bags of potato crisps casually tossed down as she glanced briefly at him and then headed back towards the stable rather than her house.

The ground wasn’t entirely even there, and they’d erected that post on a slight elevation so he could see everything set out just by lowering his gaze slightly despite his hateful posture collar. His eyes fixed on the two plastic packets making him subconsciously salivate at the mere sight of them. How long was it since he’d eaten a packet of those simple snacks? His jaw clamped upon the bit in his mouth and moved side to side as he gazed longingly at the colourful plastic bags. Oh, he’d had the odd one, of course, courtesy of Kelly’s fingers on those rare occasions when she decided he deserved a tasty titbit—a demeaning treat to be daintily accepted from the same hand that could inflict so much agony upon him! 

Would the brat’s mother do likewise? He wondered and immediately decided the answer to that would be no when she strode purposely back into view, flashing a quick smile in his direction. Her hands were full, and she dumped what she was carrying on the table at the end nearest to him, and his heart sank. A selection of her daughters ‘toys’ from the wall rack in the stable, none unfamiliar to him by sight and, far worse, by feel and effect!

“I looked at the forecast yesterday morning and thought a day in the sun would be a nice change for both of us, Trooper, once Kelly departed. A spot of sunbathing and relaxation for me and some nice healthy physical recreation for you. A chance to stretch your legs and feel the sun on your face instead of festering away in that gloomy boring old stable. Get a different type of tanning on your hide for a change, eh, boy? She laughed. ”Something to keep us both amused!”

‘Amused?’ These perverts were unbelievable! He stared after her as she walked to the table, removed her cell phone from the obligatory back pocket and looked briefly at the screen before placing it carefully on the table. She picked up a yellow bottle of something he’d failed to notice, unscrewed the top, sniffed it and nodded approvingly. Then she turned and smirked at him while in one smooth movement pulling her tight top over her head and tossing it carelessly on top of the punishment implements.

“Much better”, she smiled, tossing her head back and squaring her shoulders, an action which blatantly thrust out her perfectly formed breasts for his helpless, impotent perusal. The woman spared him one brief mocking glance as she methodically spread the suntan lotion over her arms, face and upper body. She did not attempt to make the action appear erotic or sensual despite what amounted to blatant teasing of her frustrated captive but merely rubbed the liquid into her skin as though sitting on a crowded Mediterranean holiday beach. Her words confirmed that a moment later.

“I do so hate seeing those horrible pasty white bikini marks on a sexy tanned body, don’t you, Trooper? Last time we were in Saint Tropez, you saw them everywhere, or so it seemed. Cannes likewise. Very down market these days compared to when I was Kelly’s age. Fortunately, I tan very easily, as does Kelly, but she’s somewhat on the prudish side when it comes to flashing her tits in public,” she laughed, stoppering the bottle adding, “I blame those awful cheap airlines for ruining such places!”

He stared down at her as she fussed about arranging things on the table and adjusting the sun lounger position back and forth just as if she was on a French beach rather than outside her own home merely feet away from a helpless near, naked man. At one point, she picked the lotion up again and half turned towards him, then seemingly changed her mind and wiggled it from side to side instead.

“Perhaps not”, she smiled wickedly, shading her eyes to cast a quick look upwards towards the sun in the clear blue sky. “It might be amusing to see what effect some natural heat has on your animal hide when combined with some artificial heat” She nodded to the various punishment implements now neatly lined up at one end of her table and laughed in a very nasty way as she poured some of the chilled juice into a glass and then started fluffing up and arranging the colourful cushions on the sum lounger. 

His nostril twitched as a smell, an unmistakable odour instantly recognisable, wafted out of the open front door, causing him to salivate and deeply sniff at the heavenly aroma that triggered tastebuds and memory. There was no mistaking it, the smell of bacon frying. Bacon, God, crispy bacon, heaven! He found himself stamping his feet, his hooves up and down in an attempt to relieve the sudden frustration that overcame him as that divine smell cruelly assailed his senses. A movement in the hall caught his eye, and he stopped immediately. That ‘stay, stop’ command was still echoing in his head.

She appeared in the doorway again brandishing a metal fish slice spatula in one hand, glanced briefly towards him, then looked upward, raising her free hand palm up and holding it for a few seconds before calling to him. “Not raining too bad, boy. Grin and bear for a bit while I grab a quick snack before we settle ourselves in for the rest of the day. I won’t be long, just a quick bacon sarnie or two because I skipped lunch but don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten you, either” She smiled. “Kelly mixed up enough horsey fodder at breakfast time for your din-dins so Mr Tummy won’t be wanting!”

He watched as she turned and disappeared, swatting imaginary flies with her fish slice. Either that or exercising her arm, perhaps preparatory to using other implements! He hoped for the former, for he was far too accustomed to her damn daughter ‘exercising her arm’ upon him and hoped that wasn’t a rehearsal. He groaned inwardly but more about that bacon sandwich than what might happen later. Would he get a titbit, a morsel, a fragment? No, he doubted it and sighed deeply as lightning flashed and tiny rivulets of rain began to run down his face.