Human Interest

A nod and a N-n-n-g-g-h-h later and Ella was back in the cart speed dialing # 2 again. "Mistress Cyndi could you find Master Tom and come to the obstacle course, Irish wants to try to break the blindfold record." Two minutes later, Tom, Cyndi and most of the guests were lined up along the corral fence.

"Master Johnson! Master Fredricks!" Tom shouted, "Would you be so kind as to move your carts behind the yellow line for a moment. Mistress Ella and Irish Rose would like to try the course against the clock without having to dodge extra objects. Thank you so much." Pulling out his stop watch, he turned and asked, "Are you ready Mistress Ella?"

"One second, Master Tom." "Hey, Irish," Ella whispered, "The record was set by a ponygirl named Winter Spirit and her trainer, .....Mistress Lilith."

"N-n-n-n-g-g-g-h-h-h-h!! That's "Game on!" in pony-ese.

"Ready, Master Tom."

"On your mark....get set...go!"

A quick flick of the reins and Irish started off through the first gate. A quick whistle and then again and Irish was sprinting straight through the next. A light tug to slow down and a hard pull to the right for a complete 180 and back down the next row of obstacles, first left and then right and then left again then right for a 270^o turn around the first barrel. Two whistles and a burst of speed to the next gate and then a tug to slow for the last barrel with a 450^o turn to head down the course one more time. Left. Right. Left. The final 180^o and two whistles and the dash to the finish line was on. Just a slight shift to right and hard tug to stop.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the time for Mistress Ella and Irish Rose is 1 minute and 44.2 seconds. There is a 2 second penalty for hitting cone number 5 for a total time of 1:46.2. There was a long pause while Master Tom waited for Ella to remove Irish's blindfold, then he continued, "Breaking the previous record of 1:54.4 set by Mistress Lilith and her pony, Winter Spirit almost 4 years ago. The first round of drinks tonight is on the house."

Whether the crowd was cheering at the thought getting free drinks or cheering for the winners, really didn't matter to Irish Rose. Her first day as a ponygirl was winding down and although she was hot and horny she couldn't remember being this happy in a long time. "I sure hope Christine got that run on tape," she thought to herself as Ella gave her another sip of water and started leading her back to the stables.

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Having put the cart away for the night, Mistress Ella ushered Irish Rose back into her stall and reconnected her collar to the wall. As she began the task of removing Irish's tack, Irish whinnied and fidgeted.

"Irish dear, if you will just stand still a minute it will be easier to undo you and you'll get to use the bathroom that much quicker. Besides, do you see the red light on the door post? It means that someone else is in there right now so you'll have to wait until the light turns green again."

"I guess she does understand what I need even without my being able to say it," Irish thought to herself and stood stock-still for the next two minutes. When her headgear was unlocked, Ella gave her the okay to remove it and continued loosing the laces on the body harness. About a minute later the back to the harness opened up and Irish got her first full breath of the day. She almost blurted out a question but caught herself. Instead she looked at the red light, then to Ella and tipped head as much as her posture collar would allow.

"Would you like to say something dear? Whenever you want to say something all you have to do is paw the ground with left hoof and I'll let you know if it is okay. Sit down dear so I can remove your ponyboots. You have permission to speak."

"Why are all of my toiletries here and what is all of this other paraphernalia? None of this was here earlier. "

"Irish, your stuff was brought down from the lodge because this is where all the ponies sleep. I'm sure you will want to wash your hair and clean up after today's work out. Since ponies don't wear pajamas, all of your clothes are still in your room up at the lodge. The table and chair are for your meals and for you to do your work on this evening. That bottle and bowl is for soaking your mouthpiece. It contains a very strong anti-bacteria solution. Hand me your headdress and I'll show you. First you use this special tool to twist the tabs on the sides of the bit to release it from the leather straps. You have to put the rubber end caps on the bit to protect the speakers and microphones then put it in the bowl. Fill the bowl to the yellow line with the disinfectant solution and let it sit for about an hour. While you are waiting, rub this saddle soap into the straps. When the time is up, take the mouthpiece out of the solution, re-attach the headdress straps and hang it on that hook to dry overnight. Are you with me so far?"

"Yes, Mistress Ella. Is that it?"

"Silly ponygirl, who do you think is going to clean all of this tack you got dirty, the leather fairy?"

Irish smiled at Ella's quip and realized that it only made sense to have to clean up after herself.

Ella continued, "After you hang up the headdress, put the corset laces in the solution for 5 minutes and then hang them up to dry also. Your pony boots should be wiped down with the saddle soap inside and out to clean them and keep them soft and your hooves need to be polished. We don't want scuff marks showing and we don't want to leave clumps of dirt behind as you walk so clean the grooves in the bottom of the hooves as well. The corset will take you the longest. You will have to dip that rag in the solution and wipe the entire thing down. Next you will wipe it with saddle soap just like your boots, inside and out, and then hang it by the shoulder straps on those two padded hooks. Use one of the smaller brushes to clean any sand or grit out of that fancy lattice work on the front and polish the sides where the handles of the cart have left scuff marks. That should keep you from getting bored tonight."

No sooner had Ella finished than they both heard a door latch closed and the light turned green. Irish got up and started for the door when she remember the chastity belt and turned around to see Ella with an evil grin.

"I suppose you would like that off now wouldn't you? I'm not so sure that you've had enough discipline to ensure your compliance. What do you think, Irish?"

"But didn't I follow your every command on the obstacle course. Didn't we set a new record together?"

"That we did, Irish and I don't feel that I properly rewarded you for that." BUZZ-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z! The vibrators kicked in on high and Ella just smirked as she walked out leaving the remote on the floor just out of reach of Irish's chain. "I'll be back in a while. Enjoy yourself, ponygirl."

Irish could barely hear Ella's fading footsteps over the incessant buzzing of the vibrators. She screamed and fell back on the bed in the throes of the most powerful orgasm she had ever felt. BUZZ-Z-Z-Z-Z-Z! Her mind was on edge now wondering how to stop it and she moaned deeper. For the first time, she heard giggling coming from the other side of the adjoining stall. "Oh no," she thought, "Someone else knows what's going on. I am so embarrassed but"......(moan) a second smaller wave of an orgasm caused her to muffle another scream as her toes felt like they had curled back to her heels.

She was dying to call out for Ella to come back but where had she gone. "If I call out, will my voice be recognized? What a stupid pony I am. No one knows me here so why not call for help?" Her thoughts were driving her almost as crazy as the vibrators. BUZZ-Z-Z-Z-Z. Her third orgasm pushed her to the edge of being what the sex positive community refers to as "cum drunk" when Mistress Lilith opened the stall door. Irish was too far gone to feel any shame for her situation and didn't blush a bit.

Chapter 5: Payback's Not Always a Bitch

"Don't you just love these long-lasting, rechargeable batteries," said Lilith as she picked up the remote and hit the off button, dangling the keys to the chastity belt on her index finger. "Come here, Irish. Mistress Ella said you needed to use the bathroom and she is busy getting your dinner. Please jump in the shower for a minute while you are in there to get grit and sweat off. You can take a proper shower and wash your hair later. She said to tell you that you have to clean your chastity belt tonight too, first with that antiseptic solution and then with water then use this adapter to recharge it overnight. Now hurry."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," was all Irish could manage and dashed for the bathroom the second the belt came off. Ten minutes later a more relieved and composed Irish Rose emerged.

"It's time for the treat I promised earlier but we have to go down the hall. I'll have you back in time for dinner," she said as she clipped a leash to Irish's collar and then unlocked her chain. "Come along dear, you won't need your bikini but don't forget to wash that tonight too."

Irish never even gave it a second thought and walked naked out into the corridor following closely behind Mistress Lilith. They only had to go past four stalls before turning right into a brightly lit room with a massage table and a diathermy tub.

"Into the tub you go ponygirl." Mistress Ella insists that all of her first timers use the tub to relax their calf muscles after being in ponyboots all day. We don't want you cramping up tomorrow and ruining your weekend." Having finished with explanations, Lilith hit the button and the diathermy jets sprang to life.

Irish was drifting away to a different place when she was startled by Lilith's commanding voice. "Okay, time to get out. Any more than fifteen minutes at those temperatures and it could elevate your blood pressure or make you nauseous. Here, dry off with this. Here comes your treat," she said as Jillian walked through the door.

"Hi Jill, this is Irish Rose, Mistress Ella's trainee." Jillian nodded and Irish Rose did another splendid pony bow/curtsey.

"Very well done ponygirl, you may rise. Mistress Ella is bringing you along nicely," commented Jillian. "Up on the table."

"Thirty minutes then, Jill. I have to have her back before her dinner comes. I'm going to take a quick dip in the pool while you work your magic."

Magic it was. Even the Lindsay side had never had such a massage as this. It was almost as good as the orgasms from the belt she thought.....well, maybe not quite that good but it was good and the thirty minutes went by in a flash.

"Thanks Jill," said Lilith drying her hair as she stood at the end of the table, "Time to go back, Irish."

Irish opened her mouth to thank Jillian also but Lilith chimed in, "I haven't given you permission speak so don't blow it now, ponygirl. I wouldn't want to have to spank that bottom of yours again. I'll thank Jillian more properly later for both of us. Now let's go."

Jillian and Lilith exchanged a quick kiss and Jillian muttered, "Later," as they went out the door almost bumping into her next client. For a fleeting moment, Irish almost wanted to wiggle her tits at the couple coming in as if to say "Check out these puppies," but she didn't. "What is coming over me," she wondered as they walked, "Lindsay would never think to do something like that."

Mistress Lilith hooked the chain back on Irish's collar and told her that she had just talked to Mistress Ella and dinner would be there in less than five minutes. Before Lilith could turn away, impulse overcame Irish and she wrapped her arms around Lilith and planted a big smooch right on her lips. It was only a few seconds and the debate still rages to this day as to whether there was any tongue involved but neither one are telling. Lilith blushed slightly, stepped back quickly then smiled as Irish feigned the best whinny she could muster without her bit in. "You're welcome," said Lilith and she left.

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A few minutes later the stable was bustling with activity again as the dinner carts were wheeled in. Plates clattered. Silverware tinkled. Corks popped. Bells jingled. It was pure cacophony. Adding to all the commotion was the chatter as most of the ponies were given permission to speak during dinner. Some even left their dinners to cool and went straight to love making. Irish could not believe the openness of it all. It was then her stall opened and in came Mistress Ella followed by Christine.

"It's truly amazing," said Christine.

"What's that," asked Irish?

"You've had that birthday suit for 22 years and it still fits," joked Christine making Irish aware of her nakedness for the first time in several minutes. It all seemed so natural now that she didn't even try to cover herself with her hands.

Ella chuckled and set the table. "Don't expect this every night, Irish. A little champagne to toast our record. Fresh garden salad with your choice of dressing, Chicken Cordon Bleu with garlic mashed potatoes, fresh brazed asparagus with Hollandaise sauce, a petite slice of the chef's award-winning cheesecake and a cup of Jamaican Green Mountain coffee to top it off. Bon Appétit."

Chapter 6: The Consignment Business

Pop went the cork and clink went the glasses as the three of them chatted freely while Irish ate her dinner. Christine and Mistress Ella sat on the edge of Irish's bed and as she was finishing her last bite of cheesecake, she picked up her coffee and turned her chair to face them.

"Today I heard a lot of new things but one thing in particular has been puzzling me," said Irish. "What are 'consignment ponies', I believe that's the term you used earlier."

"Ah-h-h, that is what pays most of the bills around here," began Ella. "The women's prisons in California, Nevada and Arizona were overflowing with women serving various sentences for non-violent crimes....petty theft.....habitual drug users....prostitutes. It is costing the states a small fortune to keep them incarcerated and so Master Tom developed this consignment plan. These women are offered the opportunity to be trained and auctioned off as ponygirls to the highest bidder. Many of them jump at this chance of quasi-freedom rather than waste away in jail, some until they die. They are told right up front that they could be shipped overseas to work the fields or be someone's sex toy and yet the program has kept this place busy with these volunteers for the last six years. The state pays us $20,000 for each one we take as it costs them $80,000 per year to keep them locked up. In addition, the ranch keeps 20% of the bid price and the rest goes to a foundation Master Tom has set up to help the families of these women thus solving another problem, the swelling welfare rolls. Many women jump at the program as a way to make up for letting their families down. Five or ten years as a ponygirl seems better to them than sitting in a cell and their families get some benefit. It's a good deal. There will be a new bus load of trainees arriving on Monday morning from the women's correctional facility in Chowchilla."

"Wow, that's amazing!" exclaimed Irish. "It's absolutely brilliant. The state saves money. The families benefit. The women, like you say, get a semblance of freedom. We need to report on that."

"Oh no, you mustn't. Right now with the financial shape California is in, if the legislature got wind of this, the bureaucrats would try to take over the whole program, steal all the money and no one would benefit. Let's just keep this between the Justice Department and the ranch," concluded Ella.

"Besides," offered Christine, "We have a daring enough story to catch the top brasses attention this time around. We made need a follow-up some day to show them that we aren't a couple of 'one-trick ponies'."

They all had a good laugh at Christine's pun and then the dinner bell rang.

"Wow is it 8 o'clock already. We have to go Irish. You'll have time to clean your tack and get ready for bed before the lights go off at 11. You'll have to coordinate with the others in your quad as to the order of use of the bathroom but there is plenty of hot water so don't worry if you end up last. It is never completely dark in here so there is a sleep mask under your pillow if you need one. There also may be conjugal activities going on so here is a packet of ear plugs. Come on, Christine, grab the empty champagne bottle and I'll get the tray. Let's go eat. Remember Irish; be in the 'parade rest" position when I come in tomorrow. Goodnight."

"Pampered Pony, what an appropriate name for this place," thought Irish as she began to polish her pony boots. She finished her chores by 10:15 and was sound asleep long before the lights went out.

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Dreams are another thing all together and Irish had a doozy. In the end she saw herself chained in a line of naked, consignment ponygirls waiting to be auctioned off. Just as the girl in front of her was sold off, she heard the toilet flush and awoke. The stables were still in semi-darkness and it's a good thing as Irish couldn't resist touching herself. She moaned softly at her own touch and was surprised at how wet she was already. "That must have been some dream," she thought, "I wish I could remember more of the details. I'm going to need another shower after this." With that she bit down on her pillow and began fingering herself in earnest. "Wouldn't want to wake the neighbors," she muttered to herself.

After her private interlude and shower, Irish took her time brushing her hair and putting on her make-up. When she exited the bathroom, she stepped up on her chair and peered over the wall of her stall at the light just beginning to spread out across the stable floor from under the door. She could hear the clatter of dishes coming from the kitchen and figured the chef and his crew must be getting breakfast ready for the guests in the lodge. "I may was well start getting ready," she thought as she started climbing down off the chair. She almost jumped out of her skin when she heard a voice behind her ask, "Did you see a mouse?"

There stood Mistress Cyndi with two cups of coffee in her hands and a gym bag over her shoulder smirking over having startled Irish so badly. "I didn't know how you liked your coffee so I just put one sugar and one spoon of creamer. I hope that is okay. I know from yesterday that you like to run in the morning like I do so I got your running shoes and sweats from your room. Christine and Ella are both sound sleepers so they never knew I was there.......oh, I hope I didn't say too much."

Irish just stared. It wasn't that she had said too much, it was just how fast she said it that surprised her. Irish wondered if perhaps she had had a few cups of coffee already this morning or if she had been an auctioneer in a past life. She started to answer and then stopped.

"Irish, I am not your trainer, so you have permission to speak with me any time you want. When Mistress Ella is around I expect you to observe all propriety but between us privately, it's cool."

"Yes, I'd love to go for a run with you. Let me put my stuff on. Thanks for thinking of me and bringing me a coffee. How much time do we have?

"We've got about 30 minutes before the breakfast bell rings and I have to go back to the lodge. I thought we could run down to the 'consignment pony' stable at the other end of the canyon. Christine said you were very interested in the program so maybe I can tell you more about it. Here dear, let me unlock your collar chain so you can pull your sweatshirt on. It's only 40^o out right now."

"Okay, I'm ready."

"Grab your coffee and let's go. There are several trash cans behind the grandstands where we can get rid of these cups and start our run from there."