A Pony Tale, part 2
The man was tall and obviously very fit, he seemed to be in his mid-forties and had neatly groomed ginger brown hair that looked almost orange. A blonder moustache made him look a bit like a World War II flying ace.
He was wearing a tweed suit complete with a mustard yellow waistcoat and Hunter chain. Lucinda imagined him more at home in a Barbour on a farm overseeing the season's labours than in a cellar below St. Pancras Station. He turned to her and almost clicked his heels as he gave a slight bow.
"And a special welcome to you my dear. Charles Hamilton-Pearce, I'm the Club President. It's always gratifying to see a new face here, especially one so pretty."
Lucinda shook his hand and used her "sweet" smile again. She was certainly not his "dear" and he increased her annoyance as she felt him appraise her from head to foot. She restrained her grin for fear that he might decide to check her teeth and fetlocks.
"Hello, and thank you for letting me visit" she said as she idly wondered whether there was any entrance fee to pay or if it was one of those "guys pay chicks free" clubs like the crummier discos. The arrangements for the evening had just gelled alarmingly well considering she had only decided to visit on the Wednesday.
"It is quite.. er.. unusual" she added, looking around.
He beamed, still holding her hand tightly.
"Yes my dear. Unique we think. Certainly in Britain anyway. We are a very select group and take a great deal of pride in the quality of our events. Soon we hold the Berkshire Trials, an especially important event in the calendar. I don't think you will be disappointed tonight."
She extracted her hand.
"From what I've heard so far I suspect it will be fascinating."
He nodded, "I understand this is your first introduction to ponies?"
"Yes, indeed" she replied.
He turned and waved at a group of tables at the far end of the room.
"We have a small display area at the back which may help you understand a little more about what goes on. Sadly lack of space here means our vendors can only display a small part of their stock, but you can always order anything as most items are.. er.. bespoke. I suggest you go and have look at some of the wares."
"Yes, we'd like that, wouldn't we.. dear.." she glanced at Peter who frowned slightly then nodded.
Charles smiled at them both, "You may even be tempted to buy something to try yourselves?"
Lucinda reddened a little and, noticing her lover grinning from ear to ear, banged her ankle as she attempted to kick him under the table.
"Well, we'll see" she grimaced.
"Excellent!" Their host leaned over and said conspiratorially, "I've reserved two seats in the Owners' enclosure for you.."
Lucinda looked at Peter quizzically, this was again too convenient. He shrugged.
"..right beside me, so I can help answer any questions you have."
"Lovely." She smiled, "That's very generous of you."
"Not at all my dear," she was certain he even stressed the "dear" that time. "I'm sure the ponies will perform even better in front of such a charming guest."
She felt nauseous and moved to stand before she deposited the pasta of earlier into the empty coffee cup.
"I think we should do the shops love?" she said and shook Charles's hand again. "Nice to meet you, we'll see you later."
Peter also took his hand and, as she picked up her bag and started to walk off, she sensed a level of understanding between them that she was not privy to.
"Pah! Boys together" she thought. It reminded her of the Point To Point events she had been dragged along to in her youth where the "gals" were expected to look pretty and hold polite discourse as the men got pissed in the beer tent and blew all their money. She vowed to wind her lover up about this later and grinned, she might even buy him a ghastly yellow waistcoat to go with his jeans.
The "shops" turned out to be three long trestle tables, separated by a small gap and arranged along the end wall.
Despite the size, the way the comprehensive array of products made by the stall holders was arranged in the tables and hung from the wall made it look like a cross between a village craft fair and the back pages of the Sunday tabloids.
"Ye Olde Sexxe Shoppe" Lucinda thought as she approached, half expecting to meet some genial local trader who also ran the village grocery. "Maybe that's where they got the name Mr. Whippy" she giggled to herself.
She regained her composure.
"I get the impression you didn't like Charlie boy?" asked Peter as he caught up with her.
"Euchh! He's so slimy" she said, "Like having warm syrup poured down my back."
"Oh. Maybe that's just the way he comes over at first meeting, but he's considered to be the top trainer and also owns many ponies."
"Owns?" she asked.
"Yes, sort of. He has a large farm in Sussex, rich too I think, he's Baron..ette something of somewhere or other, is that a little royal?"
Lucinda laughed at her American companion.
"Baronets are hardly 'royal', all you needed to do was slaughter a few of Queen Victoria's pre-colonial natives and capture their country then you were rewarded with a Baronetcy! Their heirs inherit the title."
Peter looked glum, she kissed him.
"I'd much rather wrap my legs around an ex-colonial to get my rewards" she grinned.
He laughed. "I know.. then capture their hearts instead."
"Aw" she said as she hugged him tight.
"Anyway. I gather he has lots of ponies, both boy and girl ponies who actually live in stables at the farm. They are made to do work like real animals, pulling carts etcetera."
Lucinda felt a little thrill go through her at the thought of an entire community acting out this fantasy then shuddered at the thought of Slimy Charlie getting his hands on her.
"I still don't fancy him" she said moving to the first table.
A range of harnesses, bits, blinkers and other leather paraphernalia was neatly displayed on a green baize cloth. At the end, just before some vicious looking canes and crops, were a set of long tails with lumpy flared handles. She picked one up and flicked the - real she noticed - horsehair at Peter.
"Hmmm, that wouldn't hurt much."
He laughed. "They're butt plugs! You silly thing."
Lucinda dropped it onto the table with a crash.
"Ugh! I hope they don't offer a try before you buy policy" she said as she rubbed the palms of her hands on Peter's chest.
"Oh, thanks very much" he said. "I don't think so, somehow."
Lucinda inspected them further. They were between four and seven inches long and tended to flare out to about a quarter of that in diameter before tapering back to a slender cylinder which formed the shaft of a T-shaped bar. It was now clear how they worked and she felt her sphincter involuntarily tighten as she inspected the larger sizes.
"They look very painful" she commented.
"Not if you take it slowly and use lots of lube" he said gazing at her in a strange way.
"What?" she asked looking up. "Oh.. Oh! No, no way!"
Peter took her wrists and held her, he continued to stare in that strange, almost feral yet loving way.
"My darling, you don't know how much pleasure it would give me to see you wear one. It's something I've dreamed of since the day I first saw you."
She looked startled.
"Really? Hmmm, it's not the first thing I'd have hoped you'd have thought about me.. Cor, she's lovely, I wonder what she'd look like with a lump of plastic up her ass?"
Peter sighed and then smiled as she wiggled her rear at him.
"You silly love" he laughed. "No, you know I didn't think that. It's just that it's one of my most intense fantasies to take you from the rear with a butt plug in you."
She'd not made love with him behind her and she felt herself thrill at the thought of it. Her breasts gave her the longest and sexiest climax when caressed, occasionally without even needing to stimulate her below. She felt her nipples harden at the thought of how much attention they could get from his powerful hands in that position. She was not too sure about the tail however.
She gazed into his eyes, filled with love and lust, and, after a moment's consideration said, "All right lover boy, you shall get your wish."
His draw dropped open.
"What?" he beamed. "Seriously?"
She giggled. It was obvious it would make his week. "Yes. Of course. I'd like to try it. Honestly."
She giggled and bent forwards over the table teasing him.
"Do we have time?" she asked in a husky voice.
His eyes positively twinkled. Sadly their repartie was interrupted by Charles Hamilton-Pearce marching up and putting a proprietorial hand on their shoulders.
"My dears, the Event is about to start, you need to be seated."
Peter frowned. "Damn, just as we decide to er.. buy something" he winked at Lucinda.
Charles looked at him and said "Excellent. That's no trouble. I'll escort your lovely partner to her seat if I may while you complete your dealings here, you already know the basics. You can join us when you are done here."
He added, smiling at Lucinda, "Besides, it will give me a chance to get to know your lovely companion better, won't it my dear?"
Peter nodded and beckoned over the stall holder who had remained discreetly at a distance.
Charles crooked his arm for Lucinda who glanced at Peter before slipping her arm through.
"Don't be long, love.. please" she implored as she was led to the curtained door in the side wall.
Charles reappeared from a door to their right. He beckoned them to follow him. "Please come, the entertainment's about to start."
Lucinda turned to Peter who escorted her to the doorway.
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