Date: Tue, 23 Jan 2007 18:49:27 +1100 (EST)
From: Country Mouse <dr_country_mouse_top@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: The Breaker: Chapter Three

Standard Squib:  The themes and subject matter in this story are adult,
including but not limited to both consensual and reluctant (including
coerced) sexual acts between persons of the same gender, extreme medical
fetish, mind control, body modification and non consensual sexual
slavery.

Author's Note:  Kids, do not try this at home.

This is a fantasy.

Trying to recreate any or all of the elements in this tale would earn you
prison sentences in any country in the world.  Everything about it is
non-consensual and unsafe, and would result in long term psychiatric
trauma that would take years to recover from.

In reality, I advocate the principles of Risk Awareness; Safe,Sane and
Consensual BDSM and always observe safer sex guidelines.  Safer Sex is a
way of life.

In my fantasies, I can engage in all sorts of reprehensible behaviour
with no harm, no foul.

Mmmm, let's pretend...

There may be additional chapters of this tale.  There may not.  It
depends on whether the smut bunnies rumbling in the back of my brain
decide to hop out and play or not.

If reading about power dynamics and graphic smut between women is illegal
in your jurisdiction or offends you, please leave now.

I am the feedback whore from hell.  If you like my tale, please write to
me and let me know.  Don't bother lecturing me about my sins.  I already
know that I'm a pervert.  I rather like that about me.  If, on the other
hand, you're a kinky female (over 21) willing to endure a little training
of your own, I'd love to hear from you.

Email me at: dr_country_mouse_top@yahoo.com.au


                           The Breaker: Chapter Three

                     copyright 2007 by dr_country_mouse_top



      Story codes:  F/f, F^f, BD, anal, fist, non consensual , spank, sm,
                         medical fetish, mind control,

                          body modification, pony play



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Ponies are high maintenance.  For every hour in harness, a pony requires
three to five hours of work on the ground.  They're labour intensive,
which is why so many Owners employ grooms, professional handlers and
trainers.

Even if I had the money to hire grooms, I think I'd still do it the way
I always have.  I liked the fact that with wild stock, I was starting
with a blank slate, without having to reverse engineer a pony's
training.  There were no long months wasted `un-learning' bad habits.
Mine was the first hand the wild bitch had likely known, undoubtedly the
first overt control she would have encountered since early childhood.

For most people, the power dynamics inherent in any relationship between
two self-aware entities are buried under layers of social expectation,
personal diplomacy and manners.  Humans rarely exercise power in
"civilized societies" in an overt fashion.  It's always hidden,
usually based on manipulation, and often passive aggressive as hell.  At
the other end of the spectrum, the power I held over the wild bitch was
clearly defined and utterly without a hidden agenda.  The price of that
control was the additional care that the wild ones need, particularly
during the early months of training.

In her third week of training, she was learning, masturbating
enthusiastically during her various treatments, eagerly working towards
orgasm.  She was particularly fond of her Epino training, which was
always paired with clitoral stimulation using the Hitachi Magic Wand.

She now wore the fourth rectal dilator for her rectal relaxation therapy,
which still occurred twice daily, although she was fitted with the third,
somewhat smaller dilator most of the time.   She was going for two brisk
walks on the treadmill each day, with a slower pace set at the beginning
and the end of her session, to provide a basic warm up and cool down
until the wild bitch was broken enough to begin flexibility training.

Grooming had been hasty, simply maintaining the required level of hygiene
and letting the bitch grow accustomed to being handled so intimately.
 Grooming is an essential stepping stone, further the developing the bond
between pony and trainer.  The wild bitch was coming along nicely; a
proper grooming routine would only facilitate her progress from fresh
catch to finished bitch.  Aside from the few brief moments of rebellion,
she had presented no real challenge.  That told me I was doing my job
correctly.

Some people who work with wild ponies like to goad them into wild
rebellions, to fight them into submission.  I prefer a more classic
approach.  With proper handling, the wild bitch would assist in her own
training without even realizing it.  Humans are supposedly superior to
animals, but when it comes to training, behaviour modification, and
conditioning routines, the human brain is little different from that of a
lab rat.  The wild bitch was responding just the way she should.

Most ponies learn to love their grooming sessions, and I was confident
that the wild bitch would be no different.  I could almost see the wheels
turning in her head as my favourite and I moved her into position in the
wash stall.    The cross ties were little different from other postures
and poses she had been trained to take, just one more form of basic four
point restraint, with her arms and legs star fished.

Instead of the usual brisk hosing and a quick, impersonal rubdown and
rinse, I introduced the wild bitch to the sensual pleasure of a proper
grooming.  There were sponges, brushes and rubbing cloths, both soft and
scratchy.  I used moisturizing body wash, delicately scented.   The razor
slid easily over her soap slicked skin as I shaved her armpits and her
legs, removing weeks of growth.

She was pliantly obedient as my favourite and I moved her into the next
position.   The wash rack was a cross between an examination table and
the shower chair used to bathe patients with profound paralysis or other
mobility limitations.  Hours spent in extreme bondage had already
improved the wild bitch's flexibility.  She made no protest as I cranked
the leg supports open until she was spread wide, her sex nicely exposed
for a proper grooming.

Deaf and blind inside her helmet, she lay quietly as I trimmed away her
pubic hair and then shaved her, until her sex and ass were silky
smooth.   My pair, trained to attend to much of their own grooming,
routinely waxed each other, but I still shaved my favourite daily.  We
both enjoyed the intimacy of the daily grooming rituals.  The wild bitch
would be shaved daily as well, as part of her daily grooming.  She made
small sounds of pleasure as I massaged her now smooth and silky genitals,
carefully moisturizing her newly exposed skin.

<i>'No foot, no horse.'</i>  The adage is older than written records,
and it's no less true for human ponies than it is for those with four
legs and hooves.  I scrubbed the wild bitch's feet, and gave her a
careful pedicure, following it up with a long, slow foot massage that had
her groaning in pleasure.

Later in her training, there would be hydrotherapy sessions associated
with her grooming, but I was not yet prepared to offer her much in the
way of clitoral stimulation, aside from her own touch and the carefully
monitored sessions with the Hitachi Magic Wand during her Epino
sessions.   The wild bitch had not yet developed the muscle control,
endurance or flexibility to perform at the standards I require.  I would
not introduce extreme clitoral stimulation until she was fully prepared
and capable of producing the sort of performance I demand of my ponies.

She seemed surprised to receive a thorough facial.  It only made sense to
tend carefully to a pony's skin when she spent so much time hooded.   It
would be several months before she was ready to experience the world
without the shelter of blindfolds and earplugs.

The wild bitch was calm, relaxed and almost drowsy at the end of her
grooming session.  She shuffled obediently to the examination table for
her Epino session, now adept at the rapid, wide legged scamper that the
leg spreader bar imposed.   Her breathing speeded up in anticipation of
the pleasure she knew she would experience during the training, fluids
beginning to ooze from her eager cunt as I worked lube into her
asshole.

She had been responding well to the dilation training, with both the
rectal dilators and the Epino sessions.  Now that she was properly
groomed, it was time to focus on muscle control and endurance.  Only a
well trained and conditioned PC muscle will produce the sort of
performance I require.

The TENS pads attached neatly to her smooth, naked sex, with four pads
surrounding her anus, and two on either side of her vaginal opening.  The
electrical stimulation was not intended to be painful.  The TENS unit
would be used just as it was designed to be ^ to electronically induce
the targeted muscles into contracting according to the settings on the
machine.

The wild bitch was not yet required to master the isolation and control
of her PC muscle.  Instead, the e-stim would fire off her sphincters
without her control, clamping down on the Epino units and sending the
pressure gauge needles dancing.  Just as she had slowly been introduced
to greater and greater levels of dilation, the e-stim would now begin to
work her sphincters and her pelvic floor, developing her strength and
endurance.

The settings, instrument readings, levels of dilation and most
importantly, the strength of her contractions were carefully recorded on
her training chart.   There would be an increasing number of repetitions,
and the e-stim settings would be increased in both strength and duration,
until the wild bitch was clamping down hard, both fore and aft.

Her clitoris was deliberately neglected.  I only introduce extreme
clitoral stimulation when I am sure that a wild bitch is capable of the
sort of athletic effort necessary to produce powerful, multiple
orgasms.   Oh, she was encouraged to play with her clitoris, and she was
given the Hitachi Magic Wand to play with when she was put through the
dilation phase of her Epino training, but orgasm wasn't really the focus
of her training yet.

I was simply establishing the basics, building a proper foundation for
the more advanced training she would receive later.  By her fourth week
of training, she was settling in nicely to a standard training stable
routine.   Each day, she was bathed, groomed, shaved and exercised on the
treadmill according to an increasingly demanding training schedule.  She
was hand fed and watered, toileted and bound in a variety of extreme
bondage poses to increase her flexibility.  There were daily training
sessions with the Epino for dilation, supplemented with electrical
stimulation for the contraction phase of her sphincter training.

Training and handling was always conducted while the wild bitch was
deprived of sight and hearing, although she was allowed to observe my
favourite and the pair during their daily training sessions.    The only
other visual input the wild bitch received was from the DVD player, which
continued to play a mix of educational videos and extreme porn.

After thirty days, I introduced vacuum therapy during her dilation
sessions.  She was reliably producing good, strong orgasms as she
stimulated her clitoris with the Hitachi Magic Wand while the Epino units
opened her wider and wider.  The hiss and thump of the vacuum pump was
annoying, but she was deaf and blind inside her hood.  Her nipples began
to show immediate improvement, in both size and sensitivity, the
treatment just as effective as it always is.

After six weeks, she was comfortably wearing the fifth and largest rectal
dilator during her anal relaxation sessions.  Although it was too large
for her to wear in her training harness during serious exercise sessions
on the treadmill, the bitch was hand walked for a minimum of twenty
minutes daily while firmly impaled by the fifth dilator.  It's good
discipline, and helps prepare my ponies for their advanced training.

                                   * * * * *



Sixty days into her training, and the wild bitch's body was beginning to
show the effects of her various treatments and therapies.  Without the
pressures and distractions of modern life, her only focus was her body,
particularly during her training sessions when the senses of sight and
hearing were removed.   Of course, a good trainer keeps meticulous
records, so I wasn't going to settle for the unscientific observations
of the naked eye.

After her weekly purging, I began a complete examination and testing
procedure that would soon become yet one more familiar routine.  The wild
bitch had actually gained a few kilos, although the measurements of her
waist and hips had been reduced by several centimetres over what had been
recorded at the time of her capture.  Temperature and blood pressure were
both normal, although her percentage of body fat had dropped
dramatically.

Her nipples stood up proudly, swift to harden at the slightest
provocation, and so sensitive that only a few minutes' manipulation
produced copious vaginal secretions.  After carefully recording the
precise measurements of her nipples, I began the internal examination and
testing.

Although she was well accustomed to the Hirshfeld speculum with its
removable central core, she whimpered as I inserted the rectal speculum,
perhaps anticipating what would come.  Certainly she had watched enough
videos and witnessed my favourite and the pair during their testing
sessions.  The leads dangling from the speculum were a dead giveaway.
She had to know what those wires were for.

The benefits of Epino training were evident in how easily she dilated to
accept the vaginal speculum, despite her worries.  With a slow and steady
touch, I cranked open both instruments until her anus and her vagina were
dilated at their maximum capacity.  She was beautiful, so aroused, both
fearful of and eager for the electrical stimulation that would soon pour
through the metal instruments that held her open wide.

Electrotherapy can by painful, but it can also provide impossible and
merciless ecstasy.  After years of breaking dozens of wild bitches, I had
a deft touch, and knew what settings and what intensity was the most
effective for most bitches.  She liked the frequencies set a little
slower than my favourite, but faster than either of the pair, although
she couldn't tolerate the same level of intensity.   That would come
with time, and experience, and the confidence that developed as she
learned to trust her Trainer.

The wild bitch's frightened whimpers soon turned to crooning and sighs,
and then to wild cries of astonished delight as her body responded to the
stimulation.  Even without the benefit of clitoral stimulation, she was
soon writhing and rocking in the restraints as she was wracked by a
powerful orgasm, the spasms prolonged by the merciless precision of the
electrical current transmitted through the steel that held her open.

I let her rest as I typed a few notes into her file and then gently
released each speculum before easing it from her body.  It took several
minutes for her sphincters to close, stunned into temporary submission by
the electrical current.  I would deliberately trigger the same gape at
regular intervals as her training continued, using a variety of training
techniques.  As long as the dilation procedures were balanced by those
that triggered contraction of the pelvic floor and sphincters, I would
avoid the problems associated with repeated extreme penetration.

I was very pleased by her performance thus far, and decided to introduce
her to the Sybian.   The pair shot the newest member of our training
stable distinctly envious looks as I began the set up.   Like most women
who have encountered it, all my bitches are enamoured of the Sybian and
the pleasures it brings.   Women all over the world have been
successfully conditioned to experience orgasm from penetrative sex by the
device.   Although I use it in ways perhaps not intended by the
manufacturer, it's a powerful tool for conditioning.

The wild bitch was wobbly legged as hell as we poured her from the
examination frame, hobbled her and moved her over to the Sybian.    Her
sphincters were still open, so mounting her was accomplished easily
enough, the two well lubricated phalluses easing into her ass and
vagina.  She moaned as I cranked the handle that elevated the Sybian on
its platform until she was suspended, feet dangling, securely impaled and
unable to escape.

Each dildo vibrated, rotated and plunged up and down, providing internal
stimulation while the powerful motor assaulted the bitch's clitoris with
a level of vibration that surpassed even that provided by the Hitachi
Magic Wand.  The bitch was effortlessly forced into multiple orgasms,
howling and wailing as her body spasmed helplessly.

Careful manipulation of the stimulation levels ensured that the bitch
didn't experience sensory exhaustion.  I let her rest several times, and
changed the settings numerous times, to ensure the most thorough and
effective treatment.   The Sybian would become a much anticipated reward,
granted for exceptional performance.

Flushed and sweating, the wild bitch shuddered and moaned through a
healthy thirty minute treatment.  As her training progressed, she would
develop the endurance to ride the Sybian for longer and longer periods of
time, but half an hour was long enough for a novice.

                                   * * * * *



In a perfect world, I would have some spiffy machine that would put my
bitches through a full Pilates or yoga workout.  Alas, I don't live in a
perfect world, and I have a budget limited by the realities of a more
mundane existence, despite my perversions.   Instead of some high tech
toy that would bend and stretch my ponies, I used extreme bondage and my
crazy system of ropes and pulleys to develop their flexibility.

The wild bitch whimpered a little as I cranked down on the lines, forcing
her legs farther apart as she lay on her back in her cage.   She spent
much of her day forced to hold a variety of postures, each of which
exposed her ass and sex, each day introducing her to greater extension or
flexion of the key muscles, ligaments and tendons.

After two months of training, the wild caught bitch was almost to the
point of being able to do a full split.   Each day, I slowly stretched
her further and further, careful not to induce sprains or strains,
although she was often stiff and sore in the mornings.   A good grooming,
a little massage and a slow, careful warm up would always return her to
good form.

She was more than capable of holding the position I forced her into,
although it was something less than comfortable.   I had begun
alternating the rectal dilators, and on that day she was wearing the
comfortable third dilator for the anal relaxation therapy I generally
paired with her flexibility training.  She had to hold each posture for
fifteen minutes, which worked nicely with the rhythms of the anal
vibration.
It also ensured that the bitch associated the postures with sexual
pleasure.   The more demanding positions often included limited clitoral
stimulation of some type, usually self-induced.  After years of training,
I've found that it's best to develop the strength, flexibility and
muscle control before introducing extreme clitoral stimulation.   The
delay ensures that the introduction of a proper pony harness is without
confrontation.

Only when the bitch could hold all the required postures for an extended
period of time without discomfort or distress would I consider
introducing the more advanced training techniques.  I did, however, mount
the bitch on the Sybian twice more over the next month, much to her
delight, particularly since I had begun to phase out the Hitachi Magic
Wand during her Epino sessions.   She was dilating without fear or
discomfort, having developed a firm association between the Epino
training and orgasm.  She still climaxed during the Epino sessions, both
during the dilation phase as well as during the e-stim assisted
contraction training.

After three months, my wild one was coming along nicely.  She was
flexible enough to assume any pose I required of her, capable of holding
even the most demanding postures.  Ninety days of careful conditioning
meant that she consistently responded to anal penetration with intense
arousal.  Sensory deprivation and tight bondage was a reliable precursor
to orgasm, again resulting in intense arousal and a well trained desire
to masturbate.

More than a few Owners would roll their eyes, and point to the wild
caught ponies in their stables that were much further along in their
training after three months, but I was more than pleased with her
progress.  The wild bitch was years away from being ready for her first
competition, but I had established a firm foundation for future training.

                                   * * * * *



There's something inherently erotic about forced orgasms.  Even more
than the pairing of pleasure and pain, the ability to force a bitch into
orgasm just does yummy things to my sexual psyche.  I had virtuously
restrained my more sadistic impulses, although both the pair and my
favourite had gleefully accepted the way I worked off my frustrations on
their eager bodies.   There wasn't a martyr in the bunch.

But after ninety days, I was ready for a little entertainment.   Although
it wasn't time for her weekly purging, I put the wild bitch through the
usual series of enemas and a thorough high colonic before grooming her
carefully.   She looked entirely edible as she lay stretched out on the
examination table, legs spread wide, her freshly shaved genitals gleaming
under the lights, her eager cunt beginning to ooze a little in
anticipation.

By the time I had worked two gloved fingers into her ass, she was soaking
wet, simply in response to the anal penetration.  She gasped as I
attached the clothespins to her outer labia, six prosaic wooden clamps
set in pairs on either side of her neglected clitoris, with a lucky
seventh attached right at the apex, where the folds of her sex met at her
centreline.

The pressure wasn't harsh, but the nip seized her attention very nicely,
particularly when I attached the chains to each one, opening her sex like
a flower, further exposing her clitoris for my touch.   The anal probe
wasn't particularly large, but it was fat and curvy, with electrical
contact strips around the neck as well as down each side.

She arched her back, hips fighting the restraints as she tried to rise up
in welcome when I slid the vaginal probe in her gushing cunt.    I barely
even noticed the hiss and thump of the compressor as the nipple suction
tubes began to work their magic.  All my attention was focused on her
clitoris.

That tiny bundle of nerves was the key to her sexual response, although I
had carefully conditioned her to find pleasure in penetration.   She had
been encouraged to masturbate since her first day of training, and
granted the pleasure of clitoral vibration as part of her various
treatments.  With the foundation properly established, it was time to
begin a course of extreme clitoral stimulation and forced orgasms.

Things were getting pretty crowded with the probes and the clamps, but I
still found room for a couple of TENS pads to trigger each of her
sphincters in whatever way struck my fancy.   Hooking my ankle around a
stool, I settled down between her widespread thighs, making myself
comfortable for what would be a prolonged session.

Her clitoral shaft was small when compared to the well developed clits of
my other bitches, particularly my favourite, since I didn't need to
concern myself about her resale value.   Extreme clitoral stimulation is
a regular part of my training techniques for every bitch, but I had taken
matters quite a bit farther with my Finished Bitch, resulting in
permanent body modifications.

It was far too early to tell if the wild caught bitch would be worth
keeping, but I would begin introducing what were among my favourite
training techniques over the next few months.  At the very least, it
would vastly increase her responsiveness and her orgasmic capabilities.

Although the wild bitch was trained enough to lie quietly, I could almost
see the question marks floating over her hooded head.   Chuckling, I ran
a slick thumb over her clitoral shaft, gently stroking it, waking the
sleeping nub with tender patience.   I had watched her masturbate for
months, so I copied her habitual caress, a light, rapid flick of my
fingertip across the shaft.

She squirmed happily, despite the bite of the clamps and the unfamiliar
probes that filled her slick holes.   I turned on the current with my
free hand, delighted by her purrs of pleasure.  After weeks of regular
e-stim therapy, I knew precisely what setting would arouse her most.

Smiling in anticipation, I pressed the final TENS pads directly over her
clitoris, where the current would provide her very first experience with
extreme clitoral stimulation.   Although there would come a time when I
would use painful stimuli to work that tender bundle of nerves, this time
it was enough to test her endurance.

Months of training had developed her strength, flexibility and ensured
that she could last the entire two hour training period.   Although she
had been experiencing multiple orgasms each day, for the first time I
deliberately induced orgasm, carefully pairing each climax with both anal
stimulation and increasing levels of clitoral stimulation.

She was a sweat soaked, exhausted mess after two hours, come and lube
coating the examination table and puddling on to the floor between her
trembling thighs.  The clamps had been reset multiple times, and finally
discarded, replaced by rubber padded forceps with embedded electrical
contacts.   The sounds she made when those forceps were carefully clamped
on either side of her clitoral shaft were thoroughly enchanting.   Her
sex was red and swollen and she surely needed a bit of cleaning up.

After removing the various probes from her body, I restored the
circulation with her first clitoral whipping, using a narrow silicone
slapper that stung fiercely without causing bruising or deeper damage.
She was well tenderized when I rolled the examination table into the wash
stall and set her up for a little hydrotherapy.

The massaging shower head delivered a steady pulse of hot water to ease
her aching body.   After aiming the nozzle so that the water gushed over
her clitoris, I set the timer and left her there for an hour.

                                   * * * * *



One of the most appealing things about serious pony training is the
modern harness.    Developed by a consortium of experts from many fields,
it was designed to ensure the safety of each pony, as well as providing a
way to test their skills, their obedience and their responsiveness.
There were multiple manufacturers, and long lists of requirements and
restrictions that were strictly enforced by the stewards.

The specifications were precise, with minimum and maximum dimensions
determined by a pony's age, experience, gender and previous performance
in competitions, as well as by the pony's height, weight and
measurements.  No matter how well a pony did in competition, unless they
passed the health checks and performance testing that were an integral
part of each event, there was no hope of a win.  The medical examinations
were both thorough and invasive, ensuring that ponies were not
permanently damaged by either their training or by the efforts of
competition.

Owners of ponies who failed their health checks faced both the censure of
their peers and serious fines.   Accidents happened, and every pony had
an off day now and then, but the stewards had the power to retire any
pony they deemed unfit.   The system wasn't perfect, but it had all but
eliminated outright abuse and neglect.  Ours was a close knit community
of seriously perverted deviants.  Most Owners were quite diligent in
ensuring that their ponies were well cared for.

After ninety days in training, most Owners would have a wild caught bitch
well accustomed to the pony harness.  Many would already have had the
bitch hitched to a cart or carriage, but I was convinced that rushing the
early stages in training results in problems later on.  I've seen far
too many promising ponies flunk out during the mandatory examinations and
performance testing in competition.  Young bitches are notoriously
unreliable, which is why many novice Owners choose to show studs.
 Prostate milking and the ready sexuality of most males make studs easier
to handle in many ways.

When the timer went off, I turned off the water and studied the results
of the day's activities.  Gloving up, I pumped a generous quantity of
lube on my fingers before slicking up the wild bitch.  Her genitals were
flushed red with the heat of the water and the hours of intense
stimulation, the delicate folds swollen and puffy and deliciously
sensitive.  She shuddered with pleasure, aftershocks rippling through her
weary body as I fitted her with the pony harness for the very first
time.

After three months of Epino training, rectal massage and anal relaxation
therapy, the butt plug and dildo slipped in easily and without trauma.
Accustomed to wearing the training belt, the wild bitch made no protest
as I fastened the straps around her waist and hips.  The chest harness
was new to her, but she wasn't worried, well used to being handled and
moved around.

With the leads neatly tied off in a bundle, I hobbled her to the leg
spreader bar and coaxed her off the wash rack and into motion.   I put
her directly on to the treadmill.  Ponies need regular exercise if one
hopes to get any sort of performance out of them.  The wild bitch wobbled
a bit at first, but she soon hit her stride.  Although the presence of
the vaginal dildo was new, she was well accustomed to exercising while
impaled by some sort of anal device.

After twenty minutes or so at an easy jog trot, the wild bitch had
settled down nicely.  I slowed the treadmill to a halt and began hitching
her harness to the training frame.   A proper pony harness is a bastard
hybrid between a sling, a mountain climber's safety harness and total
suspension bondage.   I started her back up at a walk, letting her
discover the way the harness moved differently on and in her body when
she was hitched up to the training frame.

It wasn't long until she was jogging again, and getting tired.  She had
been exhausted by hours of extreme clitoral stimulation throughout the
day.   I pushed her to the point of muscle fatigue and the deliberately
increased the speed of the tread mill.  I wanted to make her fall, to
make her test the limits of her harness.

She staggered, surging in the harness as the treadmill took off, the
sudden increase in pace catching her off guard.  A second change of pace
did the trick.  The wild bitch stumbled, and would have gone to her knees
had it not been for her harness.  Instead she was suspended above the
still moving treadmill, now moving faster than she could run.

With a startled cry, the wild bitch discovered that she couldn't fall.
The harness kept her upright and a minimum distance away from the
treadmill's running deck, although her toes would drag if she didn't
bend her knees.   I slowed the treadmill, and put a hand on the wild
bitch's shoulder, knocking her off balance as soon as she regained her
feet.  She lost her center and bounced in training frame, the lines
squeaking as her weight rocked in the harness.

I started and stopped the treadmill, running it at varying rates of
speed, with sudden changes of incline and pace.   My favourite and I took
turns knocking the wild bitch from her feet, delivering the smallest push
possible to get the desire results.

I wasn't being cruel or arbitrary.  It was the most effective way to
teach the wild bitch to trust the pony harness, and she was far from
stupid.   The wild bitch was a little startled each time we pushed her
off balance, but she was soon swinging in the harness, swiftly working
out the trick of pulling up her knees to avoid dragging her toes.

It didn't take her long to try simply riding in the harness, a trick she
had seen my Finished Bitch perform when I had permitted her to watch the
workouts.  I chuckled, delighted by her eagerness.   She *liked* getting
off, even this early in her training.  It had been a very long and
eventful day, and she had been deliberately pushed to new levels of
performance.  She had to be tired, but she was a horny bitch.  All the
slow weeks of training began to show their results in moments like
that.   The long hours of classical conditioning paid off.   The endless
days of carefully setting her up to win meant that her attitude was
brilliant.

The position that displayed my favourite so beautifully required athletic
effort.  What a Finished Bitch could hold for long moments took work in a
wild bitch.  She grunted, belly muscles rippling as she curled her pelvic
up, swinging from the hips and bending her knees in order to roll up and
hook her feet against the supports built into the frame.   Her hands
curled around the upper bars, biceps popping as she pulled her upper body
up into the crunch.

Ponies in harness need to be able to move about within the frame of the
carriage itself.   The system was designed to permit maximum athletic
effort while ensuring the safety of the pony within its shafts.   All the
design and material specifications in the rule book were as high tech as
those for Formula One automobile racing.   For example, the rules
dictated  the length of the check rein (which ran from the top of a
pony's helmet back to an attachment point on the frame) as well as the
minimum standards for flexion and range of motion of the line when under
stress, as well as the rein's ability to withstand sudden impact.

A pony's harness is designed to keep both pony and driver safe while
moving over the carefully tended turf tracks used in competition.  Rather
than just having wheels on the carriage itself, the shafts of the frame
rested on additional wheels with heavy shocks and an elaborate suspension
system.  The cross country endurance events, at which my favourite
excelled, required that all carriages used wheels similar to those used
for mountain bikes.  The carriages for the cross country events were
sturdier, and perhaps less decorate than those used in the fine harness
events, but they were still sleek and beautiful.

The training frame was fashioned of slightly heavier materials, designed
to be used in conjunction with a treadmill, rather than a proper
carriage.  The shock absorbers flexed, softening the impact as the wild
bitch struggled to brace herself as she had seen my Finished Bitch do so
many times.

It was an ambitious move for a novice, and demonstrated a hunger and an
eagerness I wanted to encourage.  I immediately rewarded her with e-stim
for both her holes, delighting in her hungry cries.  After the day's
marathon training session, she tired quickly, unable to hold the posture
for long.

Her limbs were trembling with exhaustion by the time my bitch and I moved
her to the wash stall.  I rubbed her down carefully, paying particular
attention to her feet and legs.

After only one day, I could see the results of the extreme clitoral
stimulation program.  The wild bitch's clitoris was delightfully
swollen.  It would be another twelve to eighteen months before she was
ready for her first competition, but she was off to a great start.


















Ponies are high maintenance.  For every hour in harness, a pony requires
three to five hours of work on the ground.  They're labour intensive,
which is why so many Owners employ grooms, professional handlers and
trainers.

Even if I had the money to hire grooms, I think I'd still do it the way
I always have.  I liked the fact that with wild stock, I was starting
with a blank slate, without having to reverse engineer a pony's
training.  There were no long months wasted `un-learning' bad habits.
Mine was the first hand the wild bitch had likely known, undoubtedly the
first overt control she would have encountered since early childhood.

For most people, the power dynamics inherent in any relationship between
two self-aware entities are buried under layers of social expectation,
personal diplomacy and manners.  Humans rarely exercise power in
"civilized societies" in an overt fashion.  It's always hidden,
usually based on manipulation, and often passive aggressive as hell.  At
the other end of the spectrum, the power I held over the wild bitch was
clearly defined and utterly without a hidden agenda.  The price of that
control was the additional care that the wild ones need, particularly
during the early months of training.

In her third week of training, she was learning, masturbating
enthusiastically during her various treatments, eagerly working towards
orgasm.  She was particularly fond of her Epino training, which was
always paired with clitoral stimulation using the Hitachi Magic Wand.

She now wore the fourth rectal dilator for her rectal relaxation therapy,
which still occurred twice daily, although she was fitted with the third,
somewhat smaller dilator most of the time.   She was going for two brisk
walks on the treadmill each day, with a slower pace set at the beginning
and the end of her session, to provide a basic warm up and cool down
until the wild bitch was broken enough to begin flexibility training.

Grooming had been hasty, simply maintaining the required level of hygiene
and letting the bitch grow accustomed to being handled so intimately.
 Grooming is an essential stepping stone, further the developing the bond
between pony and trainer.  The wild bitch was coming along nicely; a
proper grooming routine would only facilitate her progress from fresh
catch to finished bitch.  Aside from the few brief moments of rebellion,
she had presented no real challenge.  That told me I was doing my job
correctly.

Some people who work with wild ponies like to goad them into wild
rebellions, to fight them into submission.  I prefer a more classic
approach.  With proper handling, the wild bitch would assist in her own
training without even realizing it.  Humans are supposedly superior to
animals, but when it comes to training, behaviour modification, and
conditioning routines, the human brain is little different from that of a
lab rat.  The wild bitch was responding just the way she should.

Most ponies learn to love their grooming sessions, and I was confident
that the wild bitch would be no different.  I could almost see the wheels
turning in her head as my favourite and I moved her into position in the
wash stall.    The cross ties were little different from other postures
and poses she had been trained to take, just one more form of basic four
point restraint, with her arms and legs star fished.

Instead of the usual brisk hosing and a quick, impersonal rubdown and
rinse, I introduced the wild bitch to the sensual pleasure of a proper
grooming.  There were sponges, brushes and rubbing cloths, both soft and
scratchy.  I used moisturizing body wash, delicately scented.   The razor
slid easily over her soap slicked skin as I shaved her armpits and her
legs, removing weeks of growth.

She was pliantly obedient as my favourite and I moved her into the next
position.   The wash rack was a cross between an examination table and
the shower chair used to bathe patients with profound paralysis or other
mobility limitations.  Hours spent in extreme bondage had already
improved the wild bitch's flexibility.  She made no protest as I cranked
the leg supports open until she was spread wide, her sex nicely exposed
for a proper grooming.

Deaf and blind inside her helmet, she lay quietly as I trimmed away her
pubic hair and then shaved her, until her sex and ass were silky
smooth.   My pair, trained to attend to much of their own grooming,
routinely waxed each other, but I still shaved my favourite daily.  We
both enjoyed the intimacy of the daily grooming rituals.  The wild bitch
would be shaved daily as well, as part of her daily grooming.  She made
small sounds of pleasure as I massaged her now smooth and silky genitals,
carefully moisturizing her newly exposed skin.

<i>'No foot, no horse.'</i>  The adage is older than written records,
and it's no less true for human ponies than it is for those with four
legs and hooves.  I scrubbed the wild bitch's feet, and gave her a
careful pedicure, following it up with a long, slow foot massage that had
her groaning in pleasure.

Later in her training, there would be hydrotherapy sessions associated
with her grooming, but I was not yet prepared to offer her much in the
way of clitoral stimulation, aside from her own touch and the carefully
monitored sessions with the Hitachi Magic Wand during her Epino
sessions.   The wild bitch had not yet developed the muscle control,
endurance or flexibility to perform at the standards I require.  I would
not introduce extreme clitoral stimulation until she was fully prepared
and capable of producing the sort of performance I demand of my ponies.

She seemed surprised to receive a thorough facial.  It only made sense to
tend carefully to a pony's skin when she spent so much time hooded.   It
would be several months before she was ready to experience the world
without the shelter of blindfolds and earplugs.

The wild bitch was calm, relaxed and almost drowsy at the end of her
grooming session.  She shuffled obediently to the examination table for
her Epino session, now adept at the rapid, wide legged scamper that the
leg spreader bar imposed.   Her breathing speeded up in anticipation of
the pleasure she knew she would experience during the training, fluids
beginning to ooze from her eager cunt as I worked lube into her
asshole.

She had been responding well to the dilation training, with both the
rectal dilators and the Epino sessions.  Now that she was properly
groomed, it was time to focus on muscle control and endurance.  Only a
well trained and conditioned PC muscle will produce the sort of
performance I require.

The TENS pads attached neatly to her smooth, naked sex, with four pads
surrounding her anus, and two on either side of her vaginal opening.  The
electrical stimulation was not intended to be painful.  The TENS unit
would be used just as it was designed to be ^ to electronically induce
the targeted muscles into contracting according to the settings on the
machine.

The wild bitch was not yet required to master the isolation and control
of her PC muscle.  Instead, the e-stim would fire off her sphincters
without her control, clamping down on the Epino units and sending the
pressure gauge needles dancing.  Just as she had slowly been introduced
to greater and greater levels of dilation, the e-stim would now begin to
work her sphincters and her pelvic floor, developing her strength and
endurance.

The settings, instrument readings, levels of dilation and most
importantly, the strength of her contractions were carefully recorded on
her training chart.   There would be an increasing number of repetitions,
and the e-stim settings would be increased in both strength and duration,
until the wild bitch was clamping down hard, both fore and aft.

Her clitoris was deliberately neglected.  I only introduce extreme
clitoral stimulation when I am sure that a wild bitch is capable of the
sort of athletic effort necessary to produce powerful, multiple
orgasms.   Oh, she was encouraged to play with her clitoris, and she was
given the Hitachi Magic Wand to play with when she was put through the
dilation phase of her Epino training, but orgasm wasn't really the focus
of her training yet.

I was simply establishing the basics, building a proper foundation for
the more advanced training she would receive later.  By her fourth week
of training, she was settling in nicely to a standard training stable
routine.   Each day, she was bathed, groomed, shaved and exercised on the
treadmill according to an increasingly demanding training schedule.  She
was hand fed and watered, toileted and bound in a variety of extreme
bondage poses to increase her flexibility.  There were daily training
sessions with the Epino for dilation, supplemented with electrical
stimulation for the contraction phase of her sphincter training.

Training and handling was always conducted while the wild bitch was
deprived of sight and hearing, although she was allowed to observe my
favourite and the pair during their daily training sessions.    The only
other visual input the wild bitch received was from the DVD player, which
continued to play a mix of educational videos and extreme porn.

After thirty days, I introduced vacuum therapy during her dilation
sessions.  She was reliably producing good, strong orgasms as she
stimulated her clitoris with the Hitachi Magic Wand while the Epino units
opened her wider and wider.  The hiss and thump of the vacuum pump was
annoying, but she was deaf and blind inside her hood.  Her nipples began
to show immediate improvement, in both size and sensitivity, the
treatment just as effective as it always is.

After six weeks, she was comfortably wearing the fifth and largest rectal
dilator during her anal relaxation sessions.  Although it was too large
for her to wear in her training harness during serious exercise sessions
on the treadmill, the bitch was hand walked for a minimum of twenty
minutes daily while firmly impaled by the fifth dilator.  It's good
discipline, and helps prepare my ponies for their advanced training.

                                   * * * * *



Sixty days into her training, and the wild bitch's body was beginning to
show the effects of her various treatments and therapies.  Without the
pressures and distractions of modern life, her only focus was her body,
particularly during her training sessions when the senses of sight and
hearing were removed.   Of course, a good trainer keeps meticulous
records, so I wasn't going to settle for the unscientific observations
of the naked eye.

After her weekly purging, I began a complete examination and testing
procedure that would soon become yet one more familiar routine.  The wild
bitch had actually gained a few kilos, although the measurements of her
waist and hips had been reduced by several centimetres over what had been
recorded at the time of her capture.  Temperature and blood pressure were
both normal, although her percentage of body fat had dropped
dramatically.

Her nipples stood up proudly, swift to harden at the slightest
provocation, and so sensitive that only a few minutes' manipulation
produced copious vaginal secretions.  After carefully recording the
precise measurements of her nipples, I began the internal examination and
testing.

Although she was well accustomed to the Hirshfeld speculum with its
removable central core, she whimpered as I inserted the rectal speculum,
perhaps anticipating what would come.  Certainly she had watched enough
videos and witnessed my favourite and the pair during their testing
sessions.  The leads dangling from the speculum were a dead giveaway.
She had to know what those wires were for.

The benefits of Epino training were evident in how easily she dilated to
accept the vaginal speculum, despite her worries.  With a slow and steady
touch, I cranked open both instruments until her anus and her vagina were
dilated at their maximum capacity.  She was beautiful, so aroused, both
fearful of and eager for the electrical stimulation that would soon pour
through the metal instruments that held her open wide.

Electrotherapy can by painful, but it can also provide impossible and
merciless ecstasy.  After years of breaking dozens of wild bitches, I had
a deft touch, and knew what settings and what intensity was the most
effective for most bitches.  She liked the frequencies set a little
slower than my favourite, but faster than either of the pair, although
she couldn't tolerate the same level of intensity.   That would come
with time, and experience, and the confidence that developed as she
learned to trust her Trainer.

The wild bitch's frightened whimpers soon turned to crooning and sighs,
and then to wild cries of astonished delight as her body responded to the
stimulation.  Even without the benefit of clitoral stimulation, she was
soon writhing and rocking in the restraints as she was wracked by a
powerful orgasm, the spasms prolonged by the merciless precision of the
electrical current transmitted through the steel that held her open.

I let her rest as I typed a few notes into her file and then gently
released each speculum before easing it from her body.  It took several
minutes for her sphincters to close, stunned into temporary submission by
the electrical current.  I would deliberately trigger the same gape at
regular intervals as her training continued, using a variety of training
techniques.  As long as the dilation procedures were balanced by those
that triggered contraction of the pelvic floor and sphincters, I would
avoid the problems associated with repeated extreme penetration.

I was very pleased by her performance thus far, and decided to introduce
her to the Sybian.   The pair shot the newest member of our training
stable distinctly envious looks as I began the set up.   Like most women
who have encountered it, all my bitches are enamoured of the Sybian and
the pleasures it brings.   Women all over the world have been
successfully conditioned to experience orgasm from penetrative sex by the
device.   Although I use it in ways perhaps not intended by the
manufacturer, it's a powerful tool for conditioning.

The wild bitch was wobbly legged as hell as we poured her from the
examination frame, hobbled her and moved her over to the Sybian.    Her
sphincters were still open, so mounting her was accomplished easily
enough, the two well lubricated phalluses easing into her ass and
vagina.  She moaned as I cranked the handle that elevated the Sybian on
its platform until she was suspended, feet dangling, securely impaled and
unable to escape.

Each dildo vibrated, rotated and plunged up and down, providing internal
stimulation while the powerful motor assaulted the bitch's clitoris with
a level of vibration that surpassed even that provided by the Hitachi
Magic Wand.  The bitch was effortlessly forced into multiple orgasms,
howling and wailing as her body spasmed helplessly.

Careful manipulation of the stimulation levels ensured that the bitch
didn't experience sensory exhaustion.  I let her rest several times, and
changed the settings numerous times, to ensure the most thorough and
effective treatment.   The Sybian would become a much anticipated reward,
granted for exceptional performance.

Flushed and sweating, the wild bitch shuddered and moaned through a
healthy thirty minute treatment.  As her training progressed, she would
develop the endurance to ride the Sybian for longer and longer periods of
time, but half an hour was long enough for a novice.

                                   * * * * *



In a perfect world, I would have some spiffy machine that would put my
bitches through a full Pilates or yoga workout.  Alas, I don't live in a
perfect world, and I have a budget limited by the realities of a more
mundane existence, despite my perversions.   Instead of some high tech
toy that would bend and stretch my ponies, I used extreme bondage and my
crazy system of ropes and pulleys to develop their flexibility.

The wild bitch whimpered a little as I cranked down on the lines, forcing
her legs farther apart as she lay on her back in her cage.   She spent
much of her day forced to hold a variety of postures, each of which
exposed her ass and sex, each day introducing her to greater extension or
flexion of the key muscles, ligaments and tendons.

After two months of training, the wild caught bitch was almost to the
point of being able to do a full split.   Each day, I slowly stretched
her further and further, careful not to induce sprains or strains,
although she was often stiff and sore in the mornings.   A good grooming,
a little massage and a slow, careful warm up would always return her to
good form.

She was more than capable of holding the position I forced her into,
although it was something less than comfortable.   I had begun
alternating the rectal dilators, and on that day she was wearing the
comfortable third dilator for the anal relaxation therapy I generally
paired with her flexibility training.  She had to hold each posture for
fifteen minutes, which worked nicely with the rhythms of the anal
vibration.
It also ensured that the bitch associated the postures with sexual
pleasure.   The more demanding positions often included limited clitoral
stimulation of some type, usually self-induced.  After years of training,
I've found that it's best to develop the strength, flexibility and
muscle control before introducing extreme clitoral stimulation.   The
delay ensures that the introduction of a proper pony harness is without
confrontation.

Only when the bitch could hold all the required postures for an extended
period of time without discomfort or distress would I consider
introducing the more advanced training techniques.  I did, however, mount
the bitch on the Sybian twice more over the next month, much to her
delight, particularly since I had begun to phase out the Hitachi Magic
Wand during her Epino sessions.   She was dilating without fear or
discomfort, having developed a firm association between the Epino
training and orgasm.  She still climaxed during the Epino sessions, both
during the dilation phase as well as during the e-stim assisted
contraction training.

After three months, my wild one was coming along nicely.  She was
flexible enough to assume any pose I required of her, capable of holding
even the most demanding postures.  Ninety days of careful conditioning
meant that she consistently responded to anal penetration with intense
arousal.  Sensory deprivation and tight bondage was a reliable precursor
to orgasm, again resulting in intense arousal and a well trained desire
to masturbate.

More than a few Owners would roll their eyes, and point to the wild
caught ponies in their stables that were much further along in their
training after three months, but I was more than pleased with her
progress.  The wild bitch was years away from being ready for her first
competition, but I had established a firm foundation for future training.

                                   * * * * *



There's something inherently erotic about forced orgasms.  Even more
than the pairing of pleasure and pain, the ability to force a bitch into
orgasm just does yummy things to my sexual psyche.  I had virtuously
restrained my more sadistic impulses, although both the pair and my
favourite had gleefully accepted the way I worked off my frustrations on
their eager bodies.   There wasn't a martyr in the bunch.

But after ninety days, I was ready for a little entertainment.   Although
it wasn't time for her weekly purging, I put the wild bitch through the
usual series of enemas and a thorough high colonic before grooming her
carefully.   She looked entirely edible as she lay stretched out on the
examination table, legs spread wide, her freshly shaved genitals gleaming
under the lights, her eager cunt beginning to ooze a little in
anticipation.

By the time I had worked two gloved fingers into her ass, she was soaking
wet, simply in response to the anal penetration.  She gasped as I
attached the clothespins to her outer labia, six prosaic wooden clamps
set in pairs on either side of her neglected clitoris, with a lucky
seventh attached right at the apex, where the folds of her sex met at her
centreline.

The pressure wasn't harsh, but the nip seized her attention very nicely,
particularly when I attached the chains to each one, opening her sex like
a flower, further exposing her clitoris for my touch.   The anal probe
wasn't particularly large, but it was fat and curvy, with electrical
contact strips around the neck as well as down each side.

She arched her back, hips fighting the restraints as she tried to rise up
in welcome when I slid the vaginal probe in her gushing cunt.    I barely
even noticed the hiss and thump of the compressor as the nipple suction
tubes began to work their magic.  All my attention was focused on her
clitoris.

That tiny bundle of nerves was the key to her sexual response, although I
had carefully conditioned her to find pleasure in penetration.   She had
been encouraged to masturbate since her first day of training, and
granted the pleasure of clitoral vibration as part of her various
treatments.  With the foundation properly established, it was time to
begin a course of extreme clitoral stimulation and forced orgasms.

Things were getting pretty crowded with the probes and the clamps, but I
still found room for a couple of TENS pads to trigger each of her
sphincters in whatever way struck my fancy.   Hooking my ankle around a
stool, I settled down between her widespread thighs, making myself
comfortable for what would be a prolonged session.

Her clitoral shaft was small when compared to the well developed clits of
my other bitches, particularly my favourite, since I didn't need to
concern myself about her resale value.   Extreme clitoral stimulation is
a regular part of my training techniques for every bitch, but I had taken
matters quite a bit farther with my Finished Bitch, resulting in
permanent body modifications.

It was far too early to tell if the wild caught bitch would be worth
keeping, but I would begin introducing what were among my favourite
training techniques over the next few months.  At the very least, it
would vastly increase her responsiveness and her orgasmic capabilities.

Although the wild bitch was trained enough to lie quietly, I could almost
see the question marks floating over her hooded head.   Chuckling, I ran
a slick thumb over her clitoral shaft, gently stroking it, waking the
sleeping nub with tender patience.   I had watched her masturbate for
months, so I copied her habitual caress, a light, rapid flick of my
fingertip across the shaft.

She squirmed happily, despite the bite of the clamps and the unfamiliar
probes that filled her slick holes.   I turned on the current with my
free hand, delighted by her purrs of pleasure.  After weeks of regular
e-stim therapy, I knew precisely what setting would arouse her most.

Smiling in anticipation, I pressed the final TENS pads directly over her
clitoris, where the current would provide her very first experience with
extreme clitoral stimulation.   Although there would come a time when I
would use painful stimuli to work that tender bundle of nerves, this time
it was enough to test her endurance.

Months of training had developed her strength, flexibility and ensured
that she could last the entire two hour training period.   Although she
had been experiencing multiple orgasms each day, for the first time I
deliberately induced orgasm, carefully pairing each climax with both anal
stimulation and increasing levels of clitoral stimulation.

She was a sweat soaked, exhausted mess after two hours, come and lube
coating the examination table and puddling on to the floor between her
trembling thighs.  The clamps had been reset multiple times, and finally
discarded, replaced by rubber padded forceps with embedded electrical
contacts.   The sounds she made when those forceps were carefully clamped
on either side of her clitoral shaft were thoroughly enchanting.   Her
sex was red and swollen and she surely needed a bit of cleaning up.

After removing the various probes from her body, I restored the
circulation with her first clitoral whipping, using a narrow silicone
slapper that stung fiercely without causing bruising or deeper damage.
She was well tenderized when I rolled the examination table into the wash
stall and set her up for a little hydrotherapy.

The massaging shower head delivered a steady pulse of hot water to ease
her aching body.   After aiming the nozzle so that the water gushed over
her clitoris, I set the timer and left her there for an hour.

                                   * * * * *



One of the most appealing things about serious pony training is the
modern harness.    Developed by a consortium of experts from many fields,
it was designed to ensure the safety of each pony, as well as providing a
way to test their skills, their obedience and their responsiveness.
There were multiple manufacturers, and long lists of requirements and
restrictions that were strictly enforced by the stewards.

The specifications were precise, with minimum and maximum dimensions
determined by a pony's age, experience, gender and previous performance
in competitions, as well as by the pony's height, weight and
measurements.  No matter how well a pony did in competition, unless they
passed the health checks and performance testing that were an integral
part of each event, there was no hope of a win.  The medical examinations
were both thorough and invasive, ensuring that ponies were not
permanently damaged by either their training or by the efforts of
competition.

Owners of ponies who failed their health checks faced both the censure of
their peers and serious fines.   Accidents happened, and every pony had
an off day now and then, but the stewards had the power to retire any
pony they deemed unfit.   The system wasn't perfect, but it had all but
eliminated outright abuse and neglect.  Ours was a close knit community
of seriously perverted deviants.  Most Owners were quite diligent in
ensuring that their ponies were well cared for.

After ninety days in training, most Owners would have a wild caught bitch
well accustomed to the pony harness.  Many would already have had the
bitch hitched to a cart or carriage, but I was convinced that rushing the
early stages in training results in problems later on.  I've seen far
too many promising ponies flunk out during the mandatory examinations and
performance testing in competition.  Young bitches are notoriously
unreliable, which is why many novice Owners choose to show studs.
 Prostate milking and the ready sexuality of most males make studs easier
to handle in many ways.

When the timer went off, I turned off the water and studied the results
of the day's activities.  Gloving up, I pumped a generous quantity of
lube on my fingers before slicking up the wild bitch.  Her genitals were
flushed red with the heat of the water and the hours of intense
stimulation, the delicate folds swollen and puffy and deliciously
sensitive.  She shuddered with pleasure, aftershocks rippling through her
weary body as I fitted her with the pony harness for the very first
time.

After three months of Epino training, rectal massage and anal relaxation
therapy, the butt plug and dildo slipped in easily and without trauma.
Accustomed to wearing the training belt, the wild bitch made no protest
as I fastened the straps around her waist and hips.  The chest harness
was new to her, but she wasn't worried, well used to being handled and
moved around.

With the leads neatly tied off in a bundle, I hobbled her to the leg
spreader bar and coaxed her off the wash rack and into motion.   I put
her directly on to the treadmill.  Ponies need regular exercise if one
hopes to get any sort of performance out of them.  The wild bitch wobbled
a bit at first, but she soon hit her stride.  Although the presence of
the vaginal dildo was new, she was well accustomed to exercising while
impaled by some sort of anal device.

After twenty minutes or so at an easy jog trot, the wild bitch had
settled down nicely.  I slowed the treadmill to a halt and began hitching
her harness to the training frame.   A proper pony harness is a bastard
hybrid between a sling, a mountain climber's safety harness and total
suspension bondage.   I started her back up at a walk, letting her
discover the way the harness moved differently on and in her body when
she was hitched up to the training frame.

It wasn't long until she was jogging again, and getting tired.  She had
been exhausted by hours of extreme clitoral stimulation throughout the
day.   I pushed her to the point of muscle fatigue and the deliberately
increased the speed of the tread mill.  I wanted to make her fall, to
make her test the limits of her harness.

She staggered, surging in the harness as the treadmill took off, the
sudden increase in pace catching her off guard.  A second change of pace
did the trick.  The wild bitch stumbled, and would have gone to her knees
had it not been for her harness.  Instead she was suspended above the
still moving treadmill, now moving faster than she could run.

With a startled cry, the wild bitch discovered that she couldn't fall.
The harness kept her upright and a minimum distance away from the
treadmill's running deck, although her toes would drag if she didn't
bend her knees.   I slowed the treadmill, and put a hand on the wild
bitch's shoulder, knocking her off balance as soon as she regained her
feet.  She lost her center and bounced in training frame, the lines
squeaking as her weight rocked in the harness.

She soon discovered that the probes filling both her holes were wired for
e-stim.   I started and stopped the treadmill, running it at varying
rates of speed, with sudden changes of incline and pace.   My favourite
and I took turns knocking the wild bitch from her feet, delivering the
smallest push possible to get the desire results.

I wasn't being cruel or arbitrary.  It was the most effective way to
teach the wild bitch to trust the pony harness, and she was far from
stupid.   The wild bitch was a little startled each time we pushed her
off balance, but she was soon swinging in the harness, swiftly working
out the trick of pulling up her knees to avoid dragging her toes.

It didn't take her long to try simply riding in the harness, a trick she
had seen my Finished Bitch perform when I had permitted her to watch the
workouts.  I chuckled, delighted by her eagerness.   She <i>liked</i>
getting off, even this early in her training.  It had been a very long
and eventful day, and she had been deliberately pushed to new levels of
performance.  She had to be tired, but she was a horny bitch.  All the
slow weeks of training began to show their results in moments like
that.   The long hours of classical conditioning paid off.   The endless
days of carefully setting her up to win meant that her attitude was
brilliant.

The position that displayed my favourite so beautifully required athletic
effort.  What a Finished Bitch could hold for long moments took work in a
wild bitch.  She grunted, belly muscles rippling as she curled her pelvic
up, swinging from the hips and bending her knees in order to roll up and
hook her feet against the supports built into the frame.   Her hands
curled around the upper bars, biceps popping as she pulled her upper body
up into the crunch.

Ponies in harness need to be able to move about within the frame of the
carriage itself.   The system was designed to permit maximum athletic
effort while ensuring the safety of the pony within its shafts.   All the
design and material specifications in the rule book were as high tech as
those for Formula One automobile racing.   For example, the rules
dictated  the length of the check rein (which ran from the top of a
pony's helmet back to an attachment point on the frame) as well as the
minimum standards for flexion and range of motion of the line when under
stress, as well as the rein's ability to withstand sudden impact.

A pony's harness is designed to keep both pony and driver safe while
moving over the carefully tended turf tracks used in competition.  Rather
than just having wheels on the carriage itself, the shafts of the frame
rested on additional wheels with heavy shocks and an elaborate suspension
system.  The cross country endurance events, at which my favourite
excelled, required that all carriages used wheels similar to those used
for mountain bikes.  The carriages for the cross country events were
sturdier, and perhaps less decorate than those used in the fine harness
events, but they were still sleek and beautiful.

The training frame was fashioned of slightly heavier materials, designed
to be used in conjunction with a treadmill, rather than a proper
carriage.  The shock absorbers flexed, softening the impact as the wild
bitch struggled to brace herself as she had seen my Finished Bitch do so
many times.

It was an ambitious move for a novice, and demonstrated a hunger and an
eagerness I wanted to encourage.  I immediately rewarded her with e-stim
for both her holes, delighting in her hungry cries.  After the day's
marathon training session, she tired quickly, unable to hold the posture
for long.

Her limbs were trembling with exhaustion by the time my bitch and I moved
her to the wash stall.  I rubbed her down carefully, paying particular
attention to her feet and legs.
After only one day, I could see the results of the extreme clitoral
stimulation program.  The wild bitch's clitoris was delightfully
swollen.  It would be another twelve to eighteen months before she was
ready for her first competition, but she was off to a great start.