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She came into the stable dressed to kill and Elsa drew in a gasp between her bitted teeth.
Her Mistress' attire was a careful balance of coquettish allure and sledgehammer dominance; the long lace skirt brushing the floor completely open at the front, revealing the garter, stockings and thigh boots that directed all attention to her bare loins; the shear blouse hiding and yet revealing for all to see her otherwise bare breasts surmounting the black leather corset...
Her Mistress smacked her whip against the side of the stall.
"Earth to Ponygirl... I'm talking to you.' She mocked, "I SAID: we're going for a nice long trot through the woods today and at some point we're going to stop for a nice long session of unbridled, passionate, sweaty lesbian sex...Did you hear that?'
Elsa gave her Mistress her best impersonation of a whinny and nodded her head enthusiastically. As she was led out of the stable and hitched to the rickshaw by her body-belt, all she could think of was that at last she was going to be bedded by this living sex god...
After the first crack of the whip and a few giddy steps they proceeded down the track to the lane that led to the woods in question - an overgrown affair of dirt tracks and no-longer coppiced and pollarded trees where there was known to be an old ruin standing somewhere therein.
The shade of the trees began to blot out the sun and presently they stopped in a glade.
Her Mistress dismounted and stepped behind Elsa...
"On you knees." she half whispered, half hissed into the pony slave's ear.
The pony girl complied, feeling hot and giddy.
"Head down... face in the dirt."
She did as she was told, her bare buttocks rising up as she did so and instantly found her reins were being tied tightly behind her knees.
Something was placed on top of her bum.
"Now," said her Mistress; "This riding crop is perfectly balanced on the apex of your buttocks. As long as you don't move, it won't fall off. If, however I find it lying on the ground when I return, I will use it to stripe your tits and ass so hard that you'll be learning to sleep standing up in your stall for a whole week. Got that?'
Elsa heard her Mistress' footsteps recede and out of the corner of her eye she saw her heading towards the entrance of an old ruin where a dark figure black leather was waiting for her.
Slowly, carefully, Elsa turned her head away and tried not to weep.
Her Mistress had promised a long session of sweaty passionate sex...
It just hadn't been with her.
THE END

Description
She came into the stable dressed to kill and Elsa drew in a gasp between her bitted teeth.
Her Mistress' attire was a careful balance of coquettish allure and sledgehammer dominance; the long lace skirt brushing the floor completely open at the front, revealing the garter, stockings and thigh boots that directed all attention to her bare loins; the shear blouse hiding and yet revealing for all to see her otherwise bare breasts surmounting the black leather corset...
Her Mistress smacked her whip against the side of the stall.
"Earth to Ponygirl... I'm talking to you.' She mocked, "I SAID: we're going for a nice long trot through the woods today and at some point we're going to stop for a nice long session of unbridled, passionate, sweaty lesbian sex...Did you hear that?'
Elsa gave her Mistress her best impersonation of a whinny and nodded her head enthusiastically. As she was led out of the stable and hitched to the rickshaw by her body-belt, all she could think of was that at last she was going to be bedded by this living sex god...
After the first crack of the whip and a few giddy steps they proceeded down the track to the lane that led to the woods in question - an overgrown affair of dirt tracks and no-longer coppiced and pollarded trees where there was known to be an old ruin standing somewhere therein.
The shade of the trees began to blot out the sun and presently they stopped in a glade.
Her Mistress dismounted and stepped behind Elsa...
"On you knees." she half whispered, half hissed into the pony slave's ear.
The pony girl complied, feeling hot and giddy.
"Head down... face in the dirt."
She did as she was told, her bare buttocks rising up as she did so and instantly found her reins were being tied tightly behind her knees.
Something was placed on top of her bum.
"Now," said her Mistress; "This riding crop is perfectly balanced on the apex of your buttocks. As long as you don't move, it won't fall off. If, however I find it lying on the ground when I return, I will use it to stripe your tits and ass so hard that you'll be learning to sleep standing up in your stall for a whole week. Got that?'
Elsa heard her Mistress' footsteps recede and out of the corner of her eye she saw her heading towards the entrance of an old ruin where a dark figure black leather was waiting for her.
Slowly, carefully, Elsa turned her head away and tried not to weep.
Her Mistress had promised a long session of sweaty passionate sex...
It just hadn't been with her.
THE END