Chapter 12 #4
Harry’s in the lead, holding his slender twink’s reins.
Pence is in full pony gear, from hoof boots to latex body suit to harness and bit, his eyes shielded by blinkers.
A step behind him walks the black-haired girl who was at lunch with Harry.
She’s barefoot, wearing the black basque set of a house submissive, but no pony gear.
Her hands are behind her back and as she moves away from the door, I see she’s handcuffed and leashed.
Javier, a bald Dom I met at Logan and Emily’s collaring ceremony, holds her leash.
I give him a nod and a smile. We had several good nights in Niagara Falls and I like his particular brand of topping.
Two men and a woman follow Javier, the second man shutting the door behind them.
I don’t recognize any of the three. Both of the men are in their late thirties or early forties.
One’s dark-haired, shot through with gray; the other’s a dirty blond.
The dark-haired man has a full beard, deeply tanned skin, and lines etched around his eyes that suggest he’s spent a lot of time squinting against the sun.
He’s big and broad, with a barrel chest. His black T-shirt overhangs his low-slung jeans slightly.
The blond is a few inches taller, his body leaner, his face twisted by a scar that drags down the edge of his left eye and dimples his cheek all the way down to his chin.
The scar pulls his mouth into an ironic half-grin.
He’s also wearing jeans, but is bare-chested except for a leather chest harness.
The blond leads the woman, who is in full pony regalia like Harry’s twink.
Her body-harness and hoof-boots are burgundy leather and there’s a plume of black and burgundy feathers bobbing above her sculpted afro.
Gray eyes peer out of her half-mask, a bright contrast against the dark red leather and her deep brown skin.
Harry introduces me to the newcomers. “Mac, these are the fellers from upstate that I told you about. Napa and his VP, Wreck. Their submissive is Napa’s old lady, Tiana.”
I shake with Napa, the dark-haired man who I figure is the club President, and his blond VP. Tiana gives me a respectful curtsey, which I acknowledge with a nod.
I introduce Logan, Emily, and Brenna. When I call Brenna “my girl,” I see Javier’s brow lift. I guess that tidbit hasn’t made the rounds yet.
“Your girl’s got nice form,” Wreck says, nodding at Bren. The glance he casts her is admiring but not lustful, and I appreciate the difference. “You think she’s up to a little competition?”
“I think she might be. Bren, stop trotting. Down on all fours. Come to me.”
I click my fingers and wait for the rebellion.
Bren was restrained, almost demure, in the scenes with the bikers, but here she’s in her element.
Besides, ponies are well-known for being ornery.
She drops to all fours and crawls to me, tack jingling, tits swaying.
When she reaches me, she folds onto her knees, into the position I’ve taught her, and holds her head up proudly.
Gorgeous girl. I see the gleam in her eyes and let my hand dangle by my thigh, in case my naughty pony wants to nip.
She doesn’t disappoint. She snuffles at my hand in warning and when I don’t move it, bites the fingers I’ve clicked at her sharply enough to make me grunt.
“Naughty girl,” I say, glowering at her as she holds my fingers between her teeth, grinning around them. “What happens to naughty mares who bite their owners?”
“They ge’ stripes,” she mumbles around my fingers.
“They do. They also get bred without getting to come. Wanna bite me again?”
She releases my fingers, giving the imprints her teeth have left in my skin a little lick as she sits back on her heels. She shoots me an incredibly sassy grin. “No, Sir. I was trotting for a long time without a sugar lump, though. Or even an apple. Just saying.”
That elicits chuckles all around, which Logan and Wreck try to cover but Harry, Javier, and Napa don’t even make an attempt.
“So, what you’re telling me is my naughty mare has no stamina?” I ask.
“No, Sir. All whip and no apple makes filly a dull girl is all.”
I can’t contain a laugh. Her sass just lights me up. “You haven’t felt the whip yet, girl, but that just bought you a kiss or two. Up you come.” I offer her my hand because her hoof boots look stiff and even though she moves well on them, bending her ankles must be a challenge.
She takes my hand and struggles to her feet; watching her fills me with pleasure. Bren’s strong and agile but getting up off the floor will always be difficult for her with her injured hip. Her struggle adds an extra level of meaning to her submission.
Logan leads Emily over to stand next to Bren.
Her rainbow tail swishes around the tops of her knee-high, pink hoof boots.
The boots match her bridle and plumes. Emily’s a cutie, even for a baby girl, but Logan’s obsession with putting her in pink makes my eyes bleed from time to time.
I’ll take my edgy, tattooed sammie any day.
Harry leads Pence over to join the line and Wreck guides Tiana to stand on Bren’s other side. I click my tongue admiringly at our little stable.
“Some fine-looking ponies there,” Napa says, as he unpacks a crop and two short whips from a hinged, leather case that looks handmade. A man who takes care of his weapons. “Should we see if they can follow a tune?”
The glance he casts at the longe whip I’m holding makes his meaning clear and I nod at him.
“How do you feel about AC/DC?” he asks, pulling out his phone.
“Classic.”
He puts on “You Shook Me All Night Long” and I roll my shoulder to warm up.
“Ponies, trot to the crack,” Javier says.
He hasn’t lined his subbie up with the others and I wonder if there’s a reason for that.
Instead, as our ponies are shuffling and stamping their hooves to the music, starting to catch the beat, Javier guides the black-haired girl to her knees in front of him, open his pants, and feeds his cock into her mouth.
I figure I’ll get to that later, but if Javier wants to get straight to it without any foreplay, to each his own.
I snap out the whip without any force to make sure I have plenty of room. Logan pushes the chaise he was sitting on over a couple of feet. I put a little muscle into my throw and get a good crack, which makes Emily jump and Bren and Tiana grin.
Napa takes a position at the other end of the pony line and plays out a white snake-whip.
He cracks it on the next beat, and I catch the rhythm.
So do our ponies. Bren and Tiana begin trotting before Emily and Pence, but before the guitar intro ends, all four subs are trotting to the music, their hooves ringing on the floorboards.
Wreck stands back, tapping his foot to the beat, grinning hugely.
Logan joins in on the chorus, clapping his hands.
On the second chorus, Bren loops her arm through Emily’s and swings her in a circle.
The rhythm of Bren’s trotting changes to a fast two-step.
I see Brenna the dancer for the first time and she is a seductive minx.
Her shoulders and hips wriggle out a siren’s song.
I don’t recognize any of her moves. This isn’t the foxtrot I painfully learned for my wedding and came to enjoy since it was something Amy and I could do without arguing.
Bren dances like she’s fucking: humping, grinding, shimmying.
It’s all in her stomach and hips. She swings her dreads, somehow without entangling Emily, but Tiana and Pence wisely step back to give her room to move.
The music switches over to the iconic rising beats of “Kashmir” and I keep cracking in time to the beat.
When a man begins rapping over the beat, I realize this isn’t the Led Zeppelin version.
But it doesn’t matter. The rhythm’s the same.
The rapper keeps repeating “come with me” and since I certainly intend to later, it’s wryly appropriate.
The hoof boots make Bren’s legs look insanely long and she uses them to full advantage, extending one leg at a time and twisting to flex her toned thighs.
She turns with Emily, giving me her ass, which she shakes until my eyes nearly pop out of my head and it’s only muscle memory that keeps the whip cracking because I cannot look away from my bold girl.
As the music slows, Bren releases Emily, who reels back into Logan’s arms. Bren whips around and struts toward me, swiveling her hips, then turns as the beat picks up and shakes her ass at me again.
Tiana steps forward and holds her hands up, palms out.
Bren steps in front of her and holds up her hands so they’re mirroring each other.
They slither and sway, still keeping up the pounding beat with their hooves.
Tiana drops until her hands touch the floor and shimmies her ass.
Bren shakes her head and I realize there are probably some moves Bren can’t do because of her damaged hip.
I wonder if that upsets her and make a mental note to show her, in no uncertain terms, that it bothers me not at all.
Watching her move is the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in a long time.