The New Pony Slave Gelding - Part I

Greg had been driving south on I-294 and stopped at the O’Hare Oasis to meet this guy at 9:30am. He told Greg to meet him at the “Cinnabuns” store there and they would discuss the job Greg had seen on the Internet. Greg thought it was strange that this guy wanted interview him at an expressway Oasis, but Greg would do a lot of things for a good job.

As Greg parked the car he looked for Mr. Dickson, Greg didn’t know what he looked like, only that he was probably a middle aged man. Well, Greg thought, he must be inside at the store. As Greg walked to the “Cinnabuns” Store a man approached him and asked if he Greg? Greg replied “you must be Mister Dickson”, Yes was his reply, he also said, “before we get something to eat, lets walk out to my van and get a couple of things I had forgotten to bring in with me” Greg walked with Mr. Dickson to his van and Mr. Dickson pulled out his keys and opened the driver side door and got in, he told Greg to get in on the passenger side and he would show him a couple of things. As Greg closed the door he felt a sharp pain on the side of his neck, then all was black.

Greg didn’t know where he was when he woke up, but standing over him was a woman with a smile on her face and whip in her hand. She began speaking to Greg,” You are now beginning a new phase in your life today, forget about your past and only think about the present you have no future except the one your masters decide for you.” Greg was still in a fog about what was happening to him. Who was this woman, what is she talking about and what’s with the whip? The woman could tell that Greg was not attentive to her statements so she let swing the whip and he was struck on his bare ass, this woke Greg up!

As Greg began to speak, he was struck on the ass again with the whip, a red welt developed in the spot. You are to say nothing! You are now a slave with no rights and only the privileges your masters and mistresses grant you. This is a conditioning camp for men and women who are to be used as “pony Slaves” “Your head must be full of questions and they will be answered over time but you are to obey all orders and to keep silent, you are to answer only with the shortest of answers do you understand?” “Yes, but what was a Pony Slave?” said Greg. “You’ll soon find out” was her answer and he got hit on the ass again with the whip for answering a question with a question.

My name is Mistress Ti, you have been assigned to me, You will be here for a period of three to nine months depending on your progress, then you will be sold at auction to your future owner and they can do with you as they wish. My job is to transform you into a Pony Slave, which is a man or women who is as much a horse as a human. You will be used to pull carriages and do everything you would normally associate with horses. You will be kept nude and ware a leather harness when training, your arms will be bound behind at virtually all times.

Looking at himself Greg noticed he was naked and his arms were bound behind him. Greg thought this had to be some weird dream he was having, but the pain and the welts on his ass was no dream. What was happening to him? Where was he? Why was he here? These questions and many more would be on Greg’s mind and he knew that Mistress Ti would answer these questions with words and with the whip.

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