"The Half Moon Resort, in Jamaica, has a great deal to offer Trainers and those in training. And, buck, you will be permitted to enjoy the surroundings and activities with your Trainer should you decide to meet Her there. However, know that, by accepting this invitation, you are agreeing to one condition -- a condition that you will learn about in the plane -- a condition that is irrevocable once you enter the gates of the Half Moon."

Buck heard these words on his answering machine, along with information regarding where to pick up his ticket and board the plane. He wondered a bit -- but not too long. To be in this place with his Trainer would be all he could hope for. The decision was easy. Soon he was on a plane to Jamaica. He laid back, images of what might occur dancing in his eyes. He was interrupted by a tap on his shoulder. The woman next to him handed him a leather bag and instructed him to go to the bathroom, open the bag, read, and follow the directions. While startled, he did as instructed. The directions welcomed him to the plane and instructed him to place the ball stretcher on and to hang the two bells from its buckle. The stretcher was wider than any he had worn before, making it difficult to put on, but he did manage. Also in the bag was a pair of leather gloves. While these looked like an ordinary pair of gloves, these held his fingers and thumbs tightly together, giving him little use of his hands -- as would be true of any pony. He made his way back to his seat, at which point the woman strapped him into his seat belt and secured his hands with cuffs, then covering his hands with a coat, so he would be inconspicuous.

"It is time for you to learn of the condition that will be enforced once you enter the gates of the Half Moon. Once the plane lands, you will have your last chance to return home. A ticket awaits you, should this be your decision. Remember that -- once you enter the gates, you will not be allowed to leave without the permission of your Trainer." All buck could muster was "ok, tell me of this condition please."

"Ahh", the woman teased, "let me first tell you of this place you are going to. There are sprawling gardens for ponies to frolic in, and the best beaches in all of Jamaica -- the bluest water, and the clearest sky. Roaming the property with your Trainer would take hours - it has hiking routes, carriage routes, beautiful gardens, tropical birds, and smells that drive all men and women wild with desire. Everywhere, many beautiful Jamaican men and woman are walking about doing various things to ensure that nature and beauty is maintained. It Is simply breath-taking. And yes, dear buck, there are horses and ponies all over the grounds -- as well as Masters and Mistresses with their slaves."

"If you decide to enter the gates, you will be staying in a villa with your Trainer. It has a large canopied poster bed, and straight ahead, on the marble floor, two beautiful Corinthian poles where you can be tied and pleasured as you look out over the balcony and into the warm waters of the ocean. Your trainer undoubtedly will want to show you off on this balcony for all passerbys to see. I can see by your reaction to my words, that you would make a lovely site indeed."

Buck could hardly breathe, being lulled by the woman's words. But then he was startled by a sharp pinch to his left inner thigh, followed by a tug on his ball stretcher -- both bringing him to immediate attention. "Do you wish to know the condition?" she asked. Again, all buck could muster was a "yes, please." With this, the condition was stated: "Once you enter these gates, all rights will be stripped from you. You will be there totally for the pleasure of your Trainer, and you will have no choice but to do what is commanded." Before buck could respond, she said "And now I will leave you to your thoughts, as you contemplate if you will return home or enter the gates of the Half Moon." And this the woman did, on occasion reminding him of her presence by tugging on the ball stretcher, or pinching his nipple or inner thigh.

Finally, the plane landed, and buck asked to be brought to the gates where his Trainer awaited him. With this, he was blindfolded, made naked, except for the ball stretcher, bells, and gloves, and brought by car to this place he had heard of. When the car stopped, the blindfold was removed and a pony harness was placed on him, as well as a carriage within which the woman sat, buggy whip in hand. He was made to pull the carriage down the many winding dirt roads that followed the ocean. How lovely it all was! How the ocean looked and smelled. How beautiful were all the slaves roaming the property.

At times, buck would get lost in the beauty of it all, only to feel the whip, and hear the command to continue. Always startled, he would vow to stay alert -- but then drift off again until the whip was again felt. Finally, he arrived at the villa. The carriage was removed, and a lead was placed on his harness, as he was made to enter the villa of his Trainer.

He was brought to her sleeping quarters. Here, he noted four walk out windows -- each open to magnificent views. As these were open, he could hear Jamaican music -- a soft lulling sound with a sensual beat.

He was lead to the bathroom. In the middle of this bathroom was a deep oval tub, with Corinthian poles on either side. He was made fully naked, except for his head harness, which was secured with cross ties to either pole. Also his wrists were placed in cuffs and tied tightly to either pole, and his ankles were cuffed and tied to rings at the bottom of the tub, again stretched wide apart. Once secure, a lemon scented, hot water began to fill the tub, and two male slaves entered to wash him briskly with the items in the pony grooming bucket, next to the tub. Buck was not too keen on this, but remembered the condition. Every inch of him was brushed and scrubbed until his skin was made pink and tender to the touch. Mostly, buck kept his eyes closed trying to figure out the difference between pain and pleasure , until these two sensations intermingled and it no longer mattered.

And, during this time, he opened his eyes once and saw his Trainer standing there -- watching intently -- roving around him -- watching his reaction to the touch of her slaves -- watching his more intensified reaction now that he knew she was there -- beside him, behind him, in front of him. She was dressed in a tight leather corset, and thigh high boots. A whip in one hand. Metal claws on each finger of the other hand. When would she touch him? His reactions intensified.

His trainer continued to circle him, testing the level of tenderness brought on by the scrubbing. Using the claws to test his reactions -- behind his ears, on his nipples, on his balls, on his inner thigh, on his bare ass. And when she felt -- by the intensity of his movement, that he was indeed ready, she signaled for the bath to be over.

Buck was then made fully naked except for the wrist and ankle cuffs -- and was bound, spread eagle, to the poster bed. Once securely on his back, his Trainer sat next to him, stroking his hair. "You decided to come my dear buck. This pleases me." God did this make you react, buck. You arched your back to receive my touch. You made noises deep within your throat. And you knew now that you and I were going to experience one another in many ways -- for as long as I desired, in whatever way I desired.

I began to touch you, doing all the things that make your body electric. A whisper in your ear, a bite to your ear lobe, and licking down your neck, to that spot where another bite makes your body shiver. Ahh, yes, how you can shiver as your mind goes far away to the smell of the ocean and the soft winds coming through the windows -- I know now how to make you touch heaven itself.

While you lay there, you are unaware that two Jamaican slaves have entered the room -- one male and one female. The male unties you and places you, belly first, over a long upholstered bench at the foot of the bed. The female readied her equipment, as I began to flog you soundly -- your lovely butt just rising and falling to the sting of the whip. Surely you know how irresistible you are when you move this way my dear buck.

You can now hear the sounds of sizzling coals and, from your left hand side, you can see that the female slave is preparing a branding iron - to brand my pony boy -- my property. You are nervous and excited all at the same time. How you want the fact that you are owned by me to be marked upon your skin for all to see. How fearful you are of the pain and permanency of it all. And how absolutely sure you are that there is nothing you can do to stop this fate -- to change my mind. You have to release to it -- and you know this as you watch the slave prepare the branding iron. You try to ready yourself.

"This is why my Trainer brought me to this secluded place", you thought. "To have me in any way she wishes -- with no constraints. There could be no topping from the bottom, real or imagined. No safe words. I understood this as I entered the gates. This was made clear many times. I had been given many chances to say no. But all these have now been removed from me. I knew, before I entered the gates, that I would be relieved of all rights to make decisions, set direction, or plead for mercy."

My voice breaks through your thoughts now. "Buck, you knew if you came --which was the only decision you had control over -- then you were mine--in any way I chose. And, knowing this, you chose to release to it as you stepped through the gate. I will remain true to my word and my condition, no matter what you do -- no matter what."

At this moment you wondered if you had made a sane decision. Such a hard thing you had to do this moment -- trying to prepare yourself for a branding while you are being flogged and bitten and teased by your Trainer.

And now it is time. The slave shows you the iron. Not too close to your eyes, least she burn you. You can see the red/white hot glow. You can feel my finger and assume I am showing her where I want this brand placed -- upper right cheek of your butt -- yes -- a lovely place. And as she walked behind you -- you knew the inevitable was about to happen. You tensed your butt to stand ready. And then you saw my face. "You would do better to release that tension in your ass my pony boy -- it will only make this much more painful. Here, let me help you"

And I begin to whisper in your ear. "You knew the things that might happen if you came to me pony boy -- and you made the choice -- so release your body and soul to me, for you are mine as long as I will have you here -- just come along on the journey -- come along and enjoy all you have fantasized about -- all you have ever hoped for."

Hearing these words, you relax, and the female slave places the branding Iron right on the mark I had pointed out. You try so hard to remain still, but your body tenses against the pain. But it is useless to try and move -- you are bound so perfectly -- which is good, least your movements affect the beauty and perfection of the brand.

Once complete, the slave cleans the brand to decrease any chance of infection. Then you are untied -- and -- with no strength you fall to the cool marble floor. You are then tied -- on your belly -- to the two poles across the room -- ankles spread with a spreader bar and tied to one pole. Arms spread in the same manner and tied to the other pole.

"Just lay here now pony boy and rest to the sound of the birds and the waves. We are going to go plan your day of exquisite release -- all the ways you will be lead to the edge -- all the ways the edge will intensify and become more extreme -- all the ways I will pleasure you -- through pain and excitement -- and in watching you, feeling you, hearing you -- myself be pleasured as well."

With this, a large butt plug is placed in your ass. Ah -- you are so proud at how easily you handle it. Little did you know it was attached to a small electrical current -- which sent an impulse deep into your rectum -- of low-grade Intensity for now -- at 10 second intervals. This makes your body rise and fall to the rhythm. You are on the edge of excitement and release.

"Now don't you cum in this glorious movement pony boy -- because if you do -- your day of ecstasy and pleasure will be changed to one of exquisite punishment -- so be disciplined dear pony boy -- and do not let this mixture of pain and pleasure get the best of you. We will be back in a while to show you the rest of our surroundings and to begin our journey."

As I am planning, my little Jamaican female slave checks on you to be sure you do not cum. She is rather impressed with your willpower and your commitment to please and lets you know this with a pat to the head. This brings you back to reality a bit -- but not enough really to recognize when she heightens the intensity of the voltage and frequency of the impulse. You almost loose control, especially seeing the slave's hand now caresses your balls, moving up and down to the rhythm of the electrical pulse.

In a while you somewhat hear footsteps returning to the room. The male Jamaican slave stands behind you as I come down to your face and whisper in your ear: "Gwen tells me you have not cum, and I see she has spoken the truth. I am happy. This must have been hard for my pony boy." You meekly shake your head yes. And then I touch you -- you are so hard -- it is clear that cumming would be very pleasurable to you.
"Would you like permission to cum pony boy." You are still quite dazed and choose not to answer. In response, the machine is shut off by Randolph, and you are released and rolled onto your back on the cold marble floor. While the coolness feels relieving, you wish you had shouted yes. You are sad, but grateful that the machine has been turned off for the moment.

Gwen places a strap on you to hold the butt plug in place and additionally places on a cock harness. This harness holds your erection, but restrains you from cumming. Now Randolph brings you to your feet and holds you while I put your harness and lead on. I whisper: "You are not allowed to cum now, Pony Boy....no matter what."

I bring you downstairs, leading you by your leash. As you walk down, you notice you are being lead into a large dining area. There are several lovely slaves about -- male and female -- clad in minimal Jamaican clothing. They are preparing a meal for many people. There is about to be some sort of feast, although the reason for the celebration is unknown to you.

As you look around, this is what you see. A long mahogany table with 12 chairs. Next to each chair is a pillow. A pool right outside the windows leading to the porch that juts out over the ocean. Surrounding the pool are Corinthian poles that support a mesh cloth above the pool which hangs down all four sides of the pool. Many upholstered chairs with pillows next to them. Beautiful oriental carpets. You also notice how everyone has stopped to stare at you. This makes you blush a bit.

Gwen, Randolph, and I bring you into one of the two bathrooms on this first floor. There is a hot tub and a large shower stall, where water comes through brass poles that circle around the shower, at 3 inch intervals. There is a massage table that over looks the pool and the ocean. I remove your collar and Randolph ties you into the shower and then steps aside. Your hands are secured above your head and your ankles spread to either end of the shower. I enter the stall with you.

"Your little ordeal on the floor upstairs has made you sweaty -- and I do not want to introduce you in that manner. Therefore it is time for a second wash. I will perform part of this with you -- the part I like the best."

And with this you are lathered up with your pony sponge --and you wiggle in response to this. The sponge does not miss any part of your body -- and the electricity continues -- not cumming again becomes a dilemma -- made easier by the harness however.
As I leave the shower, it is turned on and a warm refreshing spray is felt all over your body. You like this very much. Gwen then dries you off, and then Randolph unties you and leads you to the massage table. You anticipate a great massage -- but we all know what happens when pony boys anticipate.

You are leaned over the table from the waist up and both hands are bond to either side of the table. Your legs are bound to the massage table legs. Securely in place, you feel Randolph remove your butt plug, while my words are again in your ear.
"I know you have not practiced for me pony boy, as I have asked, so this might be an unpleasant experience. But it is one you must endure, because you chose to come to me, and in your choosing gave up all rights to say no. So ready yourself as your insides are made as clean as your outside is. "

With this you feel the butt plug being removed, and your butt being lubricated by Gwen, and then a hose inserted. You can tell by the pressure that she is holding it tightly into you. Moments later, you feel a warm liquid coming through the hose. At first it is quite a pleasant experience, and you wiggle your butt in appreciation. But soon, you can feel you are being filled to capacity -- well beyond an ability that you feel you can control. And again the whisper: "You should have practiced, buck. It would be so much easier now -- but alas -- we will have to deal with this. Your job is to not release -- no matter what -- until you are given permission -- is this clear?"

You nod, but the apprehension shows in your face -- as well as your determination to succeed and to please me. The hose is removed and a butt plug is quickly inserted and strapped on to help you control yourself. You can feel the pressure, but are determined to succeed. At this point, a slight flogging is begun by me -- matching a rhythm you have come to know. At first it is slow and light, keeping your attention focused on how much you are trying to control yourself. The pace quickens and intensifies -- and your attention moves to the pain you are feeling -- you can tell marks are being made this time. Slow and light, fast and intense -- a rhythm you have come to know and enjoy -- more intensified by your need to control.
After what seemed a long time, Randolph releases you and helps Gwen guide you to the toilet. The butt plug is removed and you are allowed to sit and release. Thank God -- finally --and you feel your insides being made as clean as your outsides. Made to bend over, Gwen hoses you clean and dries you off.

"There are two more necessary parts of your preparation, before you are introduced to my friends, buck." And with this, you are tied to two poles, outside by the pool. You notice quests are arriving, but they do not yet take notice of you. Instead they enter the dining room and begin to mull around.

A woman enters with a set of razors --strait edge and electric. She begins with the hair cut I have always wanted -- using the electric razor. Within minutes, you look as I have always wanted -- short on the top -- longer on the bottom. You know not to resist -- the rule is clear.

Now she hands the straight edge razor to me. I lather your pubic hair and before I begin -- I let you know that I have never really done this before . You shudder a bit and I suggest that being still will be your best bet. You discipline yourself to do so, and the shave is both fearful and sensual. And you still do not cum -- very good pony boy.
Next you note someone enter in a white coat, with surgical gloves. She is carrying a tray with sterilized needles, and two beautiful sterling silver nipple rings One ring holds a small tag with "Louise" engraved in it. The other holds a tag with "Sandra" on it.
I notice your face grimace, and yet your cock remains hard - ah - the right mixture of fear and pleasure.

And with this, the nurse approaches you. "Sandra would only have such things done to you safely -- thus my appearance before you. I have been told that you have had this procedure done before -- so you are not a virgin to it. Ah, then this will be an easy process for you." With this, she holds your left breast, just behind your nipple -- grabbing just enough meat to be sure it works this time. You feel the pressure of the needle against your skin -- the pierce -- and the exit. You want to gasp, but you have been warned not to. The ring is placed in. Now the right one . You feel the pressure of the needle again against your skin -- the pierce -- and the exit. Again, you want to gasp, but know not to. The second ring is placed in.

"We will keep your nipples and your brand safe, dear buck. But now it is time to ready for your introduction." With this you are lead into a private room. Your pony gear has been displayed nicely on the bed. I ask that you stand perfectly still, and I dress you. Each part of the harness your head gear, your waist belt, your tail -- all placed on securely. All bells fastened. And this time, for my pleasure, a braid is placed in your tail and a mane -- a hair extension, is placed on the back of your head. The reins also are placed on you.

"Ahh, my dear pony boy -- you look so beautiful." As I walk around you, I notice the brand, your shaven body, your new hair, your nipples, and the welts made by the floggings thus far received. How lovely.

"We will save the saddle for later, buck, but for now I wish to introduce you to my quests." You move your head and butt, and shudder gently.

"Are you nervous, buck?"

A nod and a stomp.

"It is OK - this is your coming out to my friends. They will adore you -- as I do." You be a good pony, buck, and make me proud --and even more pleasures will await you. But remember, insolence will only bring punishment -- no matter how well you are doing. I want everything to be perfect I want you to be perfect." And, careful not to bruise your nipples, I hug you and again whisper in your ear. "You are beautiful dear pony boy. Be proud now and come to meet my guests."

After the hug, I use the reins on your face halter to lead you to pool side where all my guests are mulling around -- partaking of finger foods and goblets of wine. Many of these guests have -- by their sides -- slaves that have been under their care for long periods of time. All collared and leashed. Some feeding their owners, some being fed, some simply standing in their beauty. Some fair maidens dressed in lingerie, especially tailored to the likes of their Masters. Some beautifully bronzed men, in various types of jock straps. But no one has a pony boy by their side -- no one but me. In fact, this is
the first time the guests I have invited have ever even taken a look at a true pony boy. This is why they were here. All so curious about what I would find exciting about
a pony boy -- what is this strange phenomenon anyway?

As we approached pool side, you could hear the loud whispers quiet, and you could feel all eyes upon you. I myself was in a linen gown, strapless, low neck line, no back, long to the floor, except for the slit up the side. Hair tied tightly back in a French braid. Of course, the outfit was black and red, to match my dear pony boy's gear. In my right hand I carried a black and red dressage whip, while in my left hand I controlled you with your reins. You stood behind me, but followed my lead effortlessly.

As we entered the crowd, my guests were truly impressed with the looks of my pony boy. I could tell by the gleam in their eyes. Many -- not knowing this aspect of the life style -- tried to ask you questions -- and each one was gingerly asked if they imagined ponies could actually talk. Each one blushed and apologized. Many -- who understood a bit about the lifestyle, patted your mane or your backside, and remarked -- to me -- of your beauty and strength. Some asked permission to give you a treat. How wonderful this time was -- educating some and enjoying others who appreciated my fine property.

Soon, a group of slaves -- without attendant Masters or Mistresses, signaled for us to come to the table. It was clear these would be our servers for the evening. As we entered the room for dining, there were many other beautiful slaves, posed in alcoves, for us to enjoy. How beautiful each one was! As the quests sat -- their slaves knelt on the pillows beside them.

You, however, were summoned to the kitchen by Randolph. Looking at me quizzically, I nodded for you to obey -- and this you did. In the kitchen, Randolph asked for you to kneel on a table that had wheels. This you did. You noted you were in the middle of a serving platter. As you knelt there, Randolph placed your hands behind your back and securely tied them. At this point, the tray you knelt upon was adorned with various fruits and cheeses and breads and meats -- surrounding you -- making you a lovely appetizer indeed.

Once fully adorned, you were wheeled out -- and carried by four male slaves to the middle of the table. You saw in my eyes that your job was to remain still as others ate of the food and admired you -- some with their eyes -- some with their hands - all enjoying both you and the food. One woman came behind you and brought her hand around you to fondle you. She was met with an intense look from me, and withdrew with an apology. The rule was clearly set now -- this is my pony boy for you to admire in many ways, but not that way.

As Masters and Mistresses partook of the food you noted the exquisite beauty of the slaves kneeling in position by the sides of the chairs belonging to their owners. How you wish you could take such a position -- a bit more anonymous -- a bit less central -- but this was not to be.

As the first course was finished, you wondered if you would be allowed to withdraw from this center position Instead you saw me arise and say: "I can tell how much my pony intrigues you -- he is indeed a fine property to own -- as you will learn more and more through this dinner, But for now, I would ask that all owners retreat to their seats and allow their slave to partake in a pleasure -- for all of us to watch and admire. Two slaves came toward you, and gently poured a delicate wine from your shoulders. This wine spilled over your entire body, and the slaves partook of the pleasure of drinking from your body. All 12 slaves, busily licked and suckled you -- some to taste the wine -- some to taste the pleasure of you. And those electrical movements began -- even though you did not wish them to -- but the urge was too great. Lucky you were on your knees - you never could have withstood this standing.

I watched my pony walk the edge between humility and excitement. I noted that, as you looked at me to stop this horrible spectacle, you also did not want me to stop. I could tell that you enjoyed how I looked at you -- you could see how proud I was -- and how much I longed for you --and this made the spectacle endurable --pleasant even.

Well, the guests certainly enjoyed eating in this way and the slaves definitely enjoyed drinking this way -- although many of them needed the eye from me to be sure that they handled you properly. In fact, I had to actually speak with one Mistress to suggest that she would need to leave the party if she could not respect my property. She apologized and all was forgotten.

Once the guests had their full of the appetizer and once the slaves drank, Randolph and Gwen came to fetch you. They brought you to the back of the kitchen to hose you down, and oil you -- again making you presentable to the guests --and for my vision and pleasure. You were a bit shaken by the ordeal of being such the center of attention, but they calmed you down, cleaned your brand and your piercing, and fed you a treat. Once you were presentable, and less nervous, Gwen stated that you should take your place at the pillow of your trainer. You stood motionless, so she knew she would need to guide you there with the reins, and this she did. Again, as you entered, there were hushed and admiring voices -- clearly it was worth their while to come to this party.

"Sandra, as you have been so gracious as to let us meet your pony in such a way, I would like to offer my slave -- as center piece or server for the next course". Two other guests chimed in as well.

So three slaves were sent to the kitchen. One returned as a center piece for the next course -- she was so lovely -- kneeling as a pony does before being mounted - with all types of fish surrounding her. The other two were stripped, except for their collars, and were put in charge of serving wine, being sure no goblet was ever left empty. Clearly, the three slaves were a little miffed -- but ohh so beautiful nonetheless.

With this, the second course was served. Some slaves were fed by hand. Some were given a plate on the floor. Others simply were not fed -- all to the liking of their owners.
I ate heartily of the fish. You -- feeling slightly nervous and ignored, nudged my side, and I petted your mane. Gwen retrieved some oats for you and placed these on the floor next to your knees. You ate a little and snuggled my leg a little - alternately being calmed and feeding.

By the end of this course, the centerpiece slave was sent to the back of the kitchen for cleansing, and another was offered in her place -- this being a male slave who would serve as our centerpiece. He was laid on his back, spread eagle, with food surrounding and on him. The method for removal was skewers -- which at times would prick his body. Quite a disciplined slave -- he did not jump or even utter a sound.

One of the slaves who was serving wine quietly went to her Master and whispered in his ear. All of a sudden this guest rose and asked if his slave might be replaced as a server. She smiled broadly. Another slave was offered in her place and sent to the kitchen. As the relieved slave went to kneel by her Master, he pulled her up by her hair.

"You have embarrassed me in front of my colleagues by requesting to be relieved of a duty I offered you for. This deserves punishment, not praise. If I might, Sandra, I beg your forgiveness and ask permission to leave this table to attend to my slave."
While I hoped for no such scenes at your introductory party, I knew that these might occur. I simply nodded yes. With this he lifted his slave up to her tip toes by her hair, and brought her out to the pillars at the pool. Here, he tied her -- arms stretched well above her head -- in such a way that she was forced to look out upon the ocean on her tip toes. And a flogging commenced -- not one of teasing and intimacy -- not one of an edge between pleasure and pain -- but clearly a punishment -- hard, intense, and long. Until the slaves whimper's turned into cries and pleading. And finally, this stopped. But the Master left her there and returned to the table. It was not clear how long she would need to remain -- and none of us questioned his judgment.

This startling portrayal of swift punishment shook you a bit, and left you with your head on my knee. I cradled you and whispered "There will be no such punishment unless you are obstinate -- you know this -- I already told you this -- calm down now pony boy.

The meal continues with slaves switching places in terms of centerpieces -- while the two serving slaves remained the same. And finally, our hungers were satisfied, and we withdrew to the pool side, Here, as I stated was a beautiful pool, overlooking the ocean, with pillars surrounding it. Slaves that had adorned the eating area were now brought out and positioned to adorn the pool side. Servers brought drinks and desserts of all kinds -- of course the dessert tray had an exquisite center piece -- a slave from the house. All guest slaves were relieved of their duties and summoned to kneel by their owners. The one obstinate slave remained tied, facing the ocean. I wished her owner to be more lenient, but of course this was a matter between he and his slave, so I did not interfere.

Some evening festivities were about to begin. It was clear that I would be showing you off during this time, but -- as way of gratitude -- each slave would also be presented, with their owner -- who would demonstrate a skill to us. First, a Master and his slave demonstrated the art of a flogging that met the edge of pleasure and pain The slave was bound to a cross, back against the cross. She was tied in such a way that her back was arched and her breasts jutted forward. God she was lovely. And her owner began that slow rhythmical movement of the whip that brought moans and gestures from his slave -- moving back and forth in intensity -- showing us the edge between
pleasure and pain -- and then showing her complete submission -- how beautiful she was -- how much they looked like a team -- dancers in the night. So beautiful.

Next, a beautiful display of Japanese bondage --Then one where different clamps were used for different purposes.--- A waxing --- A piercing --- A flogging using just hands --- a demonstration of pure and extreme power and absolute submission -- as two Masters restrained and took a slave --- fire and ice --- a spider web --- a slave giving his owner a wondrous massage --again like two dancers in the night. He knew how to move with her and upon her in ways that were so pleasurable to the two of them. A clear team --ruled by an authority and domination that was so firm --that moments like this could exist without there being fears of topping from below. My favorite.

Number 11 said -- "You have seen my display -- and she hangs there for your viewing -- the demonstration -- unbridled punishment -- damn such an ungrateful slave. Clearly he was not in good spirits and she knew it. She dared not utter a sound or make a move.

Leaving you and me pony boy -- now it was time for the real introduction. Everyone's anticipation was high -- your heart was pounding -- so was mine. I brought you up to the pillars and used the cross ties. I went through the cleaning ritual, and the guests applauded to your wiggle and snorts. Good how you would tell me what worked and what did not -- God how easy it was to read you. Each cleaning instrument was used, including the shedding tool -- not your favorite, but you tolerated it to please me.

Then -- a dressage lesson. As I told them how to use the whip to make you turn left, then right -- to stop and go -- to step backward -- to go to all fours -- to rise up. Ahh, how the guests liked this performance -- your perfection -- our team work.

Then Randolph and Gwen came out with the saddle -- and being careful of your nipples -- they helped place it on you. I pointed out the way ponies extend their stomachs so things will not be so tight -- but we waited until you had to take a breath.

Once the saddle was on, Gwen came to the front of you and prompted you to all fours. Gently coaxing you to a calm place, she settled on your back and prodded you up. How graceful -- in one smooth movement -- you were a two legged pony -- to everyone's admiration and surprise. How they all envied Gwen the ride and me the ownership of you. She rode you around the pool and past the guests -- all who wanted to touch you -- some who wanted to ride you -- many who wanted to use you. Some of the advances made you a little nervous -- but Gwen kept you calm, and again directed you to center stage. A round of applause -- indeed a sparkling introduction --indeed.

Many people requested rides. I came up to you and whispered in your ear. "I am going to let Randolph and Gwen parade you around for rides while I mingle with my guests and watch you from every corner. I will be evaluating you all the while -- it is important that you impress each and every guest that wishes to ride or pet you -- that you do this for me -- because it will please me. Randolph and Gwen understand the rules about weight and have been given the parameters about how you can be handled --so -- whatever happens -- if they allow it, then that means I have permitted it. Is this clear, buck?"

You looked quite dismayed at the prospect of being separated from me -- and yet delighted that I would be assessing your every move -- and that my assessment would determine if there would be pleasure or punishment once the guests took leave.

"For that public display of dismay dear buck -- there will be 10 lashes -- I would appreciate a happy, grateful, eager-to-please pony --is that clear." You presented for 10 lashes-handed out by Gwen. And then your mood changed considerably, and you let yourself be lead off by Randolph and Gwen. You even gave me a wiggle of your tail.

And -- as promised -- you were used on this fine evening. Giving ride after ride to eager guests -- some who just rode -- some who rode and fondled -- some who rode with vibrators to intensify their own pleasure -- some who used whips for their amusement -- some who tried to seduce you only to be stopped by Randolph.

No matter who I was speaking to, I always had an eye on you -- always evaluating -- always assessing -- seeing absolute perfection and yet still finding flaws that no one else would note but me. And you knew I noted each one, as you saw me mark these in a pad -- this made you nervous. Let me see -- there was a lack of eagerness on your part when one of my guests asked for a ride. For another you got up clumsily because you were not paying attention, and she almost fell. For another, as she let go of the reins, you wandered off and frightened her. And for still another -- you guided yourself toward the punished slave -- as if to show support and give encouragement -- neither of which you had permission to do. Each flaw stood for 10 lashes -- no excuses would be accepted. So, you accumulated 40 lashes of punishment -- and these would be received.

Finally, the evening rides were through. You were very tired, and happy that you had done such a good job -- mostly -- except for a few indiscretions. Randolph and Gwen took you from the party to the bathroom, where they rubbed you down, cleansed you in and out, oiled you and let the shower run upon you. You were returned to me in just a red cock harness -- clean and refreshed -- though still tired. As you were brought back in, you were received with a standing round of applause for providing such fine entertainment for the evening.

You were directed to kneel by my side, which you did eagerly. I was speaking to the guest who had still refused to remove his slave from the pillars. Clearly, much more was going on between them to punish her in this manner. You could hear negotiations. I was purchasing this slave -- as I could no longer withstand her pain. And the deal was made. I directed Randolph and Gwen to remove her from the pillars and to cleanse and dress her wounds. The guest promptly left with his earnings. Once properly cared for, she was brought to me on her knees and kissed my hands in way of thanks. I petted her and directed her to join the house slaves, which she eagerly did -- helping with the rest of the party.

Now, I just went about the business of mingling with you by my side -- only with the purpose of finding a new home for this slave before the evening wore thin. And this I did -- a fine female friend of mine -- who had felt the same degree of compassion --agreed to take her home with her -- this pleased me -- you could see I was in a good mood.

The other thing that happened in the mingling was a multitude of questions and requests about you. Could you have him pose for me in a particular manner -- of course -- and you would pose . Could I fondle his chest and nipples, being careful of the new piercing -- of course -- and you would present your chest for use . Could I check out his endurance to the paddle -- of course -- and you would present your buttocks for use.

All requests were within limits -- as these limits were clearly learned throughout the evening. And you complied perfectly to each one -- being left with stinging nipples, and a reddened butt. But no matter -- you enjoyed this as well as the guests.

Then you began to hear people discussing your sale. Such prices were being offered for you -- and indeed -- YOU CHOSE to step on the plane --so this could in fact occur -- and I could leave a rich woman. I decided to do an auction to end the evening -- auctioning you to the highest bidder. You grabbed my leg tightly -- and you actually whispered "no please no".

I walked away and turned to the guests. "He has just broken several rules -- so we will begin the auction with a punishment, so you can see his true endurance and enjoyment of the whip. Gwen and Randolph were directed to tie you tightly, spread eagle, between two pillars. The crowd gathered. Clamps were placed on your balls -- each sporting weights that caused the clamps to close tightly.

"The punishment will be thirty lashes -- you will see my pony boy react in new and different ways now. Watch carefully before the bidding begins."

You were crying now, but grateful for the bonds. You wished for a blindfold, but none was forthcoming. And while you did not count out loud, you silently counted -- wondering if you really could endure this punishment.

1, 7, 18 19, 20....you thought you might pass out as the whip stung your buttocks -- your shoulders -- your inner thighs. And as the weights swung each time you tried to avoid the whip. And then it stopped. Sweating and confused -- you looked about -- that was not thirty -- what is going on?

"Now I want you to watch the most amazing thing of all in terms of endurance." Gwen and Randolph undid your binds and you were ordered to stand -- arms out -- legs apart -- to receive the final ten. You did not think this was possible, but you knew you must try. And the whip came down hard. You tried hard not to move so the weights would not sway. You tried to hold your balance (which you did successfully I might add). And yes, you did make it through the final ten. When you felt the last one, you noticed -- that should I have desired -- this could have been so much more a punishing torment, and you were grateful that I had not used all my strength. And you were more grateful when the clamps were removed, even though you had to endure those seconds of agony as the blood rushed back into you.

And I whispered to you now -- in your ear -- "You said anything buck -- as soon as
you stepped into the gates -- you knew you no longer had rights and that all I wanted to occur would occur. And now I wish to sell you."

How much you wanted to speak again -- to stop this dream -- to wake up. How could I do this? You could not fathom it. How could I do this? And the bidding began. And lasted a long time -- and went quite high. You could hardly see the crowd through your tears. How frightened you were -- how stupid to have trusted me this far. Did you really know me? You guessed not. And the bidding was over -- and you were sold to a lovely woman from Paris -- for one million dollars.

"HOW COULD SHE" was all you could think. And there was a round of applause as your gear was placed on you by her slaves. Your body was stinging and your head whirling with what was occurring. At this time, all the guests began to leave --stating their gratitude for a lovely evening and returning to either their planes or the villas they rented for a further stay.

This left me, Gwen, Randolph, you, Charlene (your new owner), her two slaves, and the house slaves.

Charlene wanted to ride you on the beach, before you all got on her plane. This she did for two hours. The whole time - you just rode and cried - so unsure of yourself and your own assessment skills. How could this happen -- how could you have been so wrong about me?

On your return, Charlene's slaves were ready to depart. And your bag was by their side. Charlene came to bid me goodbye. You waited to see if I would do the same. I nodded to you and smiled a gentle smile and waved goodbye. Were those tears in my eyes? You could not tell. And then you and Charlene and her two slaves walked to her plane.

As you reached the plane, you had the urge to run, but where would you run to -- and how long before you would be caught? So, you just followed -- wondering still if you ever really knew me -- yet remembering it was your choice to step through the gates. You shuddered as your foot hit the stairs. When you looked up, you saw Gwen and Randolph. Charlene kissed them goodbye. Then she turned to you and kissed you as well.

"It was a lovely ride, pony boy -- well worth the one million dollar charitable donation to the AIDS foundation. Thank you."

And she turned and entered the plane with her slaves, leaving your bags behind. Gwen and Randolph took your reins now, petting you and saying over and over -- good pony boy -- good pony boy -- you did so good -- you clearly came to feel your full submission -- down through to your core. And they guided you back to me -- and -- as I watched you in the glittering moonlight -- they removed your gear, and directed you to stand in the pool where they cleansed you from your work out on the beach. Then you arose from the pool and were wiped down. At this time, you noticed that a pile of hay had been brought out by the house slaves -- and placed directly in the moon light. I came toward you and placed your collar on -- as well as your leash.

"Just stand here a moment so that I may gaze at your beauty here in the moonlight. God you are so beautiful."

And with this, I walked around you -- stroking you -- touching you -- nibbling you -- some painful -- some not so painful sensations. Touching every part of you. Watching you react. Admiring your reactions.

You had such a mixture of emotions. Relief, anger, shame for not trusting my capacity to care for you and keep you from danger, gratitude. But all of these just meshed into a series of sensations, as I continued to touch you.

"We have the matter of those 40 lashes, buck."

"Yes, Sandra"

"Present please"

And you did. Such a lovely sight. I whispered in your ear...."I feel generous this evening, buck. You made me so proud to own you. Let us instead watch the moon."

You laid in your hay -- your head on my lap, and I stoked your hair -- pulling it now and again to turn your face toward me. And here you fell asleep, wondering what the new day would have to offer you.

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