Chapter 15
She got her first full taste of the obligatory mouth bit as I released her from the bench and walked her back to the stall. A slightly weak legged wobbly walk even though I’d generously given her a couple of hours to recover from the flogging. Again, not my original intention but what the hell. When all your fantasies come true, and you’re on a massive sadistic organismic high, well, like I said, what the hell?
I’d had my coffee and nibbled on a few cookies but much later than I’d intended when I left the stable. I had meant to quickly nip upstairs to check on Fluffy plus a quick change of knickers. Well to cut a long story short as they say. Boots kicked off, britches down, crotch naked, panty drawer open and…and my smelly little puppy girl with her big sad eyes and a runny nose snuffling so sweetly backwards into the non-existent safety of a nearby alcove.
That’s not the way it's done I thought to myself. I’d just had the enthusiastic young Raven jumping all over me and yapping like crazy down below in the kitchen. I fully expected little Fluffy to behave the same whenever her owner appeared, much more so in fact because I wasn’t likely to roast Raven's rump in the way I’d cook hers! Oh, well Rome wasn’t built in a day, and as I’d said to Beauty earlier we all had plenty of time and this little creature could look forward to a lifespan way in excess of the normal briefer doggie one. In this case my puppy certainly wasn’t just for Christmas but for one hell of a lot longer. Perhaps hell being a very appropriate term in her case!
I paused then looked thoughtfully from her to my rumpled unmade bed, back to her, to the discarded paddle and back again to my frightened piss stinky little bitch. I slammed the drawer shut, walked over to pick the paddle up and then over to my now terrified puppy, slapping its smooth flat leather-covered surface against my other palm. She got the message and did that cringing ‘trying to push herself through a solid wall’ act again. I stood looking down at my cowering snivelling little bitch still tapping my punishment paddle. God, what a feeling of omnipotence! Coffee and Beauty were going to have to wait a bit, maybe quite a bit I decided unhooking her leash, kicked her butt and dragged her bodily towards the bed little puppyfied bent limbs scrabbling cutely but to no avail on the carpeting. I settled myself comfortably, opened my legs, clicked my fingers and pointed to the damp target area and waited.
No movement. I raised my eyebrows along with the paddle this time slapping my other palm with it several times so that it made a beautiful loud noise not to mention making my palm tingle. I snapped my fingers again and pointed to my crotch. Still nothing. Bitch! Ok, if you want to play it that way, I looked around, and my eyes alighted on the thin crook handled cane that I’d used on her last night innocently hanging from my bed headboard.
Movement, her eyes had followed mine. She gave a gasping sob and then began to move. I hadn’t needed to say a single word. I watched with cruel satisfaction as she managed to use her cute little puppy legs to scramble up onto my bed and slowly oh so reluctantly approached to pay homage to her owner, tears cascading down her face. She also had snot dribbling from her nose I noticed with distaste but decided to ignore it. Body fluids of whatever sort was something I would have to get used to with my captive animals anyway and right now that reluctant pink tongue approaching my honeypot was way more important even if it did mean wiping her mucky snout with my hairy muff!
I sighed in anticipation, settled a little deeper and spread my legs wider. Amazing, one night was all it had taken. One single night and now I could look forward to this touch of heaven whenever the mood took me. Not only that, with practice, it would get a whole lot better I was sure. Beauty would take a little longer to come to heel but what chance did she have…none at all. I picked the cane up anyway and tapped Fluffy on the head and then stabbed my finger downwards. “Begin pup!”
The stupid animal started again the moment I pulled the stable door open. Sheesh, hadn’t I recently lit a bonfire on its bloody bottom and left it laid out cold, devoid of breath, strength and conscious awareness. Apparently she hadn’t learned a damn thing! I ignored the babble. Yeah, go on then missee, go report me to the police then! Just the minor matter of getting yourself up off that bench and out of that harness first. Free? In your dreams pony, in your fucking dreams!
Much as I would have liked to have carried on our little ‘etiquette’ session common sense overruled the urge, and I don’t mind admitting it was a very strong urge. Especially with the racket she was making! Yup, I decided, no doubt about it, I was an out and out sadist wasn’t I? Still she was getting tiresome now and could I trust myself if she continued to piss me off? I needed to shut her up so no better time to move right along onto the next stage of ponyfication.
There were several for me to choose from, and I’d experimented with them all. I selected ‘Black Beauty’. Appropriately named, this device would shut her up and at the same time serve to remind her of just what sort of a critter she now was I thought. It wasn’t the biggest nor the smallest, but it was among the most expensive. I’d use the medium size. Maybe the smaller one would be better. No, I thought, she had a generous wide mouth, and she was a big lass. Anyway, I didn’t have one; I’d purchased only the medium and the large-sized ones. I’d save the latter for a later date.
Naturally, she wasn’t very cooperative when I fitted her with the specialised pony bit but then there is only so much you can do when you are strapped down tightly to a flogging bench isn’t there? Correction. Actually, there is not a damn thing you can do beyond trying to keep your mouth closed, but not for long though as someone pinching your nostrils closed soon renders that action ineffective.
I think in the brief interval available to her she was attempting to start shrieking something again about the police before I popped it in and silenced her. Our local constables in the blue suits. Were they blue, dark blue I wondered or black? Anyway, the only thing you noticed these days most often was the yellow high res over jacket many of them wore. I shook myself. Concentrate silly!
The nasty device clicked securely into the appropriate fittings on her head bridle, and I reached down gently to pull the tightening straps through their respective roller buckles. My gloved fingers pushing it firmly into place and ensuring it was a snug fit. Snug but not too comfortable. It wasn’t a comforter damn it. Its job was to render her dumb and add yet one more aspect to the de-humanisation process. There was an internal piece which pressed down upon her tongue, and although it didn’t silence her completely it ensured that the only noise that emerged was both muted and indecipherable!
Easy-peasy and one ponygirl quickly rendered dumb or virtually dumb. I tweaked the straps a little tighter. Better. I looked down at the saliva on my gloved hand with a slight feeling of nausea. Odd I thought as I rubbed it off against my riding pants. Why should I find that offensive when a tongue wet with the same stuff had been energetically lapping away at my naked pussy barely thirty minutes before!
I bent down to take a closer look. Even that simple act gave me a jolt of sheer pleasure. I could do that. I was totally in command of my own body and will. I could bend, stand, laugh, cry, talk, dress and was no different to how I had been last week, last month, last year. This creature, however?
Alright, so maybe a little different was putting it mildly. I was after all the one responsible for the animal's predicament wasn’t I? I was the one who had just thrashed it and would undoubtedly do so again and again and again! The difference between us though? That was part of the thrill I realised. I could do all sorts of things and she most certainly couldn’t! She couldn’t do a damn thing for herself. She wasn’t even a slave; her life would be a hundred times worse than any of those unfortunates who’d laboured on the plantations in the deep south.
Hmmm, but those yellowing stained teeth against the black bit! I suppose you couldn’t have everything. There was no way I could get her to a dentist for some teeth whitening was there? Pity though. A beautiful gleaming set of pearly white gnashers chopping on her bit would have been…oh well, come on girl why worry about such a minor thing when the rest of the beast was so damn perfect. Hell just a few days ago you were frigging yourself off over pictures on your computer, and now you have the real thing helpless and beaten in front of you!
I twisted her bridle slightly so that I could look her full in the face smiling as our eyes met. Mine cool, contented and gleaming with cruelty, hers wet, red-rimmed and still full of horror, fear and loathing. I gently rubbed her down one cheek or the portion I could see with one gloved finger allowing myself to trace down the path of a wet tear. Then I rubbed over her teeth upper and lower as I checked the hard rubber bit, checked it was being held tight but not too tight. I wanted her silenced. I wanted her to feel like the dumb animal she now was. I wanted her uncomfortable but not in pain. Well nothing unbearable anyway.
I had others over there in the drawer that would be a lot nastier should I choose to use them, and I was sure that she would give me plenty of opportunities to do so until she finally accepted her fate and to whom she now belonged and the role that fate had cast her in. Not that any such acceptance would spare her as I was sure that my cruelty wouldn’t diminish with time.
Sheesh, I must have read reams and reams in all my pony books and stories about bits and gags and downloaded a ton of images of the things both in and out of pony mouths. It was only a small thing and yet in its way perhaps far more humiliating than anything else I had strapped on to her body. The corset, the harness, bridle, armbinder yeah all horrible things but taken individually they did nothing to dehumanise her. Restrain her, yes but she was still a human being, wasn’t she? But the bit, the bit silenced her, deprived her of the power of coherent speech. Yes, a ball gag could have done that but a slight shape change altered everything. One simple device switched her from a silenced captive human to a dumb captive animal.
I intended to keep it simple as well. I’d read stories where owners pulled several teeth out of their ponies mouths so that the bits they wore fitted better. Well, I certainly wasn’t going to do that. Too squeamish for one thing. Funny, I had just thrashed two women quite unmercifully turning an indifferent callous eye to bruised bleeding flesh yet the thought of using a pair of dental pliers, ugh! Maybe it was something to do with that innate dislike of dentists that most of us seem to have?
Besides, I’d experimented on myself with a number of my purchases and didn’t think it necessary to go to such extremes. I’d even gone so far as to download decibel apps to my cell phone so that I could measure the amount of noise I could make with different bits and strap settings. How nerdy can you get?
Well, there’s nothing like carrying out a practical test under operational conditions so to speak. Her eyes went wild as I bent down and picked up my paddle. Aw, c’mon pony I thought. It's not the cane so why the sudden panic? A little unfair I suppose give the bruised and bloody mess her rump was in, but that was all to the good as far as this wicked little experiment went wasn’t it?
A moment later, after delivering a good solid meaty stroke smack plumb on the main target area I was able to reassess the situation from her reaction. A very satisfying response it was too. The animal writhed and wriggled so delightfully but totally in vain of course, and she yelled full-on, or tried to but with only marginally more success than her frantic efforts to escape. She could still make noise, more than enough to get my pussy tingling again but now it was but the muted meaningless howl of an animal in pain.
Her head turned towards me again, and I saw jaw and throat moving in tandem desperately trying to speak, to tell me something, to beg perhaps but all to no avail. Spittle bubbles, drool and some low volume inaudible…what emerged? I smiled to myself. Indistinct, meaningless pathetic animal noises that’s what. Job done.
I was delighted — two birds with one stone. Not only had I dehumanised her vocally, but I could still hear and enjoy those squeals of pain and outrage that I found so delightful. I was so happy with myself that I gave her a couple more hard swats just so’s to enjoy the music.
My pony was still making funny noises as I walked her back to her stall, I found them as entertaining and arousing almost as much as her screaming. That I realised had been louder and more intense than I had realised as I recognised the signs of a possible migraine coming on. Oh well that would be a small if inconvenient price to pay for my fun.
Staggered was probably a more apt term than walked. I thought she was going to fall straight over as I helped her up off the makeshift flogging bench. All the strength seemed to have gone from her legs, and I had to half support her for a moment while she re-discovered her balance, then we lurched across to the waiting stall. Good job the pony boots hadn’t arrived yet. I giggled, my sense of humour coming out again. Just as well there were none of the ‘police’ she’d been shrieking to help her around either. Definitely looked like a case of someone who’d had a few too many! True I reflected thanks to me, but the ‘many’ had not come out of a bottle!
I’d only just steered her through the door and re-secured her when my phone beeped to let me know that I had a message. I’d hovered a little indecisively wondering whether to clean up the mess of shit and piss she’d dumped in the sawdust overnight while keeping her outside the enclosure for convenience or bung her in and work around her. I’d decided on the latter feeling that once again it would add that little bit extra to the dehumanising program when I got the familiar jingle.
I tapped my phone screen and then gave a big whoop of delight. That must have surprised Beauty as much as it surprised me. I had a parcel from Germany waiting to be collected at the post office, yowser, I’d paid a substantial extra fee for speedy airmail delivery but…sheesh, German efficiency! Kudos even to their British counterparts.
Beauty was leaning hard against the rough stone wall in abject misery her lungs working overtime as she continued to learn the art of breathing almost entirely through her nose after heavy exertion. Heavy, gee just a beating and a bit of a walk. Wait till you have to gallop pony with me on your fucking back! Odd muted muttering still emerged from around the drool covered bit but hardly audible and undoubtedly incomprehensible. Her moist tearful eyes fixed on me with a look of sheer incomprehension as if nothing that was happening was happening! Why? Why her, what had she done?
Wrong place, wrong time baby I thought as I raised a finger and patted her on one cheek the bit of it visible under the head harness and bridle. “Oh, don’t look so sad Beauty, things will soon get better” I lied to the poor creature without a second thought. I moved my hand and ran the same finger over her top teeth rubbing up and along her gums. “Such nice big gnashers pony. Pity about all these nasty nicotine stains. Maybe I can find something to give them a good scrub, eh?”
I withdrew my finger and wiped the saliva off it on her left breast pausing for a second to give the big nipple a few gentle strokes. That caused her to suddenly buck and jump back as far as she could which was all of about six inches.
I laughed. “Ok pony, break time.” I smiled sweetly. “Your new owner has to go out for half an hour or so but I promise I won’t be too long. When I get back I’ll muck your filthy stall out and see about feeding you some nice pony chow.” I reached out to her breast again, but she tried to turn away looking at me with wide horror-filled eyes making me laugh again.
“Enjoy the little break, Beauty,” I told her. “When I get back and done with the boring housekeeping bit we can both play ‘finish dressing the pony’ with some lovely new items won't that be fun?”
I quickly nipped her nipple between two fingers before she could resist, gave it a quick tweak and then as I released it blew her a quick kiss and departed on my errand chuckling at the look of utter disgust in her big blue eyes.