The One Pound Pony Girl

Chapter Two

On a Friday evening, some weeks after the Horse Show, Gabrielle returned to Matthew’s apartment where, as usual, he met her with a kiss and a gin and tonic. It was only after dinner, when she was comfortably snuggled up next to him on the soft couch, that he reached down to his briefcase and drew out a sheet of paper.

The moment she saw the document and the predatory grin that lit up her lover’s face, she suspected what he was going to say and felt a powerful ripple of sexual excitement, mixed with deliciously fearful anticipation, swirl through her belly.

“Is that… Is that what I think it is?” she asked slowly.

Matthew nodded cheerfully, “Mmm, it is. If you still really want to be a pony-girl, that is, Gabrielle. It’s your choice, you know. You don’t have to.”

“But I want to, darling. You know I do. We both want me to.”

“Then it’s settled, isn’t it? There’s just one little thing,” Matthew chuckled. “This is a Bill of Sale, my sweet. It transfers ownership of Gabrielle Aston, a pony-girl, to Matthew Torrance, her new owner. It isn’t a legal transfer, of course, but if you sign it, I shall treat it as if it was. You will belong to me and I will have the right to train you in any way I choose. If you agree, sign and date it at the bottom,” and he held out the document and a pen towards her.

Gabrielle took the document and began to read it, then paused and grinned at her lover, “One pound?” she asked, looking at the figure for purchase price. “That’s pretty cheap for a pony-girl, isn’t it?”

“Ah, but you are untrained, Gabrielle. I thought it was a fair price, but you don’t have to accept it if you think you are worth more.”

“I’m quite sure I am,” she retorted, then giggled. “Oh well, in for a penny, in for…a pound, I suppose,” and with a flourish of the pen, scrawled her signature and the date across the bottom of the document.

“Thank you,” he said and taking the paper from her, folded it carefully and placed it in his jacket pocket, then handed her a gleaming pound coin. “As agreed, this is what I owe you. So take good care of it.”

He paused and grinned wickedly, “You never know, one day you might want to buy yourself back from me.”

Gabrielle stared down at the shining coin in her palm and felt her nipples begin to stiffen and her sex moisten with desire to the idea of being owned by her lover.

She understood, of course, that the Bill of Sale wasn’t legally binding, but she had signed it and held the proceeds of her sale in her hand, so technically she supposed, Matthew did now own her.

Slowly, she raised her head to look up at his smiling face, “So, what happens now, darling?”

“I think it’s time my new pony-girl was harnessed,” he chuckled softly. “And it just so happens that it was delivered earlier today. It’s in the bedroom. Shall we try it on you?”

“But… But how did you know I’d agree? I might have said no.”

“Mm. You might have…but you didn’t, did you? Come on, I can’t wait to see how you look.”

As she accompanied her lover to the bedroom, Gabrielle’s excitement grew steadily higher, mixed with intense curiosity as to exactly what her harness would be like.

Her answer came in the form of polished black leather and gleaming steel buckles and chains. As she stared open-mouthed at the equipment neatly arrayed on the duvet, Matthew chuckled again, “There you are, pony-girl. What do you think?”

Stunned, Gabrielle walked slowly to the bed and inspected the pair of knee-length high-heeled boots he had chosen for her, then picked up the shining black basque, her nostrils twitching to the delicious scent of new leather and eyes wide as she felt its heavy boning.

“This is all just beautiful, Matthew,” she said softly. “It must have cost a fortune.”

“I am quite sure it will be well worth it,” he replied, “and I’m even more sure that you will be worth that pound I paid for you. Let me give you a hand to try it all on.”

Gabrielle needed no urging and quickly stripped herself naked, then sat on the bed, pulled the boots on and stood up.

“Wow,” she gasped, swaying slightly on the spike heels. “These are amazing, but a lot higher than I’m used to. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to wear them for you, darling.”

Matthew chuckled, “I expect you’ll get used to them,” he replied grinning. “And they look great on you. Come on, let’s try the basque.”

Gabrielle picked it up and held the leather against her slender body as Matthew stepped behind her and engaged the heavy-duty zip.

“Stand up straight and breathe in, honey,” and as Gabrielle obeyed, he tugged the zipper upwards, encasing her in stiff and extremely tight steel reinforced leather from the top of her buttocks to her shoulder blades.

It was only as the zip closed that Gabrielle realized that the basque left her buttocks and lower belly fully exposed, her breasts pushed forwards and up by its firm support, without being covered in any way whatever.

“Oh, Matthew,” she began, but before she could say another word, his fingers slid around her compressed waist and captured her out-thrust nipples.

A wordless gasp exploded from her as devastating jolts of electric arousal shot through her body and her instinctive response sent her own hands to his as if to pull his fingers away from her breasts.

“Uh-uh, pony-girl,” he chuckled happily. “We can’t have that. Ponies don’t have hands and neither do naughty little pony-girls.” He released her breasts to pick up a long leather tube from the bed.

Gabrielle stared at him and the leather in his hands and her belly burned with fierce heat as she saw the broad straps and heavy buckles stitched to the device.

“What the heck is that thing?” she asked wonderingly. “What are you going to do?”

“It’s called a single-arm glove and it will keep those fingers of yours out of trouble, my love,” Matthew answered with a grin. “Put your arms behind your back, please.”

Gabrielle licked her lips nervously, suddenly understanding what the device was for, “You’re going to…to t-tie me up,” she stammered.

He nodded. “I prefer to think of it as harnessing you,” he replied, “but, yes, the effect will be much the same.”

“But… But… I’ll be h-helpless. I won’t be able to do…anything,” Gabrielle protested, intensely aware of swirling heat in her belly as she visualized herself bound and defenseless before Matthew.

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that,” he corrected her. “You’ll be able to do lots of things. You’ll be able to trot and canter and obey the reins as I train you to be a pony-girl. You just won’t have any arms. Like a real pony.”

He reached forward with his free hand and pulled her head towards him. As his lips met hers and his tongue probed her mouth with fiery passion, Gabrielle threw her arms around his neck and responded willingly, her tongue entwining with his to send still more arousal surging through her body.

At last, Matthew broke away, “So, pony-girl,” he panted, “do I continue to harness you?”

Gabrielle gazed into his smiling eyes, then turned and placed her hands behind her back, “Well, I am a pony-girl, aren’t I? You paid for me and it’s not for an owned pony to decide, now is it?” She turned her head to grin back over her shoulder at her lover.

Matthew gave a great bark of laughter, then advanced towards her, “Quite right,” he agreed. “Now keep still and I’ll get on with it. Hands palm to palm, please.”

As Gabrielle complied, the one pound coin, her purchase price, slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor.

Matthew bent and retrieved it, “Careful, pony-girl,” he grinned, “if you lose this, you won’t have anything to buy yourself back from me, will you? Don’t worry, I’ll hold onto it until we sort out somewhere for you to keep it.”

“OK,” Gabrielle agreed, then giggled and suggested, “maybe I won’t want to buy myself back, darling.”

“Maybe not,” he replied, “but I’ll keep it safe just in case.”

With that, he began to fit the leather tube over her hands and to her surprise, Gabrielle discovered that the bottom end of the tube was not, as she had assumed, open, but was a sort of reinforced bag into which her extended fingers fitted snugly.

A broad leather strap drew tight around her wrists and as Matthew fastened the buckle, she found herself bound and unable to clench her fingers or even separate her palms. Only then did she begin to feel just a little bit nervous, as it dawned on her that she was a real prisoner and entirely dependent on Matthew.

She trusted him, of course, but even so…

“Um, Matthew, darling,” she said softly as he hurried to the bed and selected a pair of buckled cuffs. “Can we talk about this for a second? I’m not…not quite sure I really like all this and I’m a bit…well…scared.”

“Trust me, honey. I know what I’m doing,” he assured her calmly. “Put your legs together and just relax.”

Gabrielle hesitated, then did as her lover requested, her even white teeth nibbling at her lower lip as he buckled the straps firmly around each of her thighs, an inch or so above her knees.

By the time she realized that each cuff had a steel ring inset into the leather and that he had locked them together with a steel clip, it was far too late for her to protest that she did not want her legs bound.

Just how far was he going to take this, she wondered, and just how much more helpless did he intend to make...