EXTRACT FOR
Ponies
(Miranda Birch)

After a light lunch -- well, brunch really, I suppose; I had had a long lie-in after my tiring flight the day before -- Lucy and I took a leisurely stroll down to the stables, which are some way off from the main buildings. Like all the more `special' parts of Lucy's estate, they are set well within the grounds, far away from prying eyes. I was to see that, in this case especially, that was a wise precaution! 



As we approached the main stable building, I saw a small dog-cart approaching. But... it wasn't pulled by a pony, but by a man! And that man was stark bollock naked! Well, he was wearing some sort of leather harness, by which he was harnessed to the cart; but that left little to the imagination. He was jogging along like billy-oh. No doubt his mind was concentrated on keeping up the pace by the whip which the woman in the dog-cart wielded. He got a good hefty stroke from it as the little carriage passed us. The occupant, a large blonde women of 'a certain age' who reminded me uncannily of Wanda Ventham, gave us a cheery wave which Lucy returned. Up close, I could see the male was sweating freely. Clearly pulling his rather heavy burden was causing him to exert every last bit of strength! And then I also saw that his penis at least was covered: by a narrow, heavy-looking steel tube, from the base of which a large padlock depending, swinging freely between his legs. 



Lucy saw me staring open-mouthed. She smiled. 



"That's Mrs Crammond. A regular guest." 



"And pulling her..." 



"Oh, that's one of my pony-boys!" 



At last the penny dropped. Well! Males as domestics in the house, males as slave labour on the estate; doing all sorts of menial work; even males as sex toys... and now ponies! Well, why not? 



Lucy noticed that I had at last grasped the set-up. She smiled, and explained. 



"Yes, I keep a very special stable out here in addition to the regular one near the house. This one is stocked with rather special slaves, stronger and with more endurance than the run of the mill, hand-picked for their suitability for use as beasts of burden. Their main task is to pull me and my guests around in carriages, but they are also kept busy pulling carts containing heavy provisions; materials, such as logs; or just rubbish. They also pull grass-cutters and rollers. In fact, these brutes pull anything that needs shifting. after all, why waste money on machinery and fuel to drive it when I have all the male muscle I need ready to hand?" 



Well! I was flabbergasted. I thought I had seen some pretty way-out things at Lucy's already, but this beat everything! 



"Anyway, let's stop here and have some refreshment," Lucy continued. "And then maybe you'd like to try a ride yourself?" 



That sounded splendid, but I did fancy a drink first. So we stopped and chatted away for a while on the verandah, being served cooling drinks from time to time by one of her domestic slaves. I noticed that he had a extra-heavy iron ring locked about his penis which was obviously causing him some discomfort. Upon enquiry, I discovered that this was a common punishment for minor domestic infractions. A case of, get them by the cock and their hearts and minds will follow! 



As we sat at our ease enjoying our drinks, on the rolling lawns spreading out before us two wide grass- cutters were moving back and forth -- each one being pulled by two male slaves, the very sort of thing Lucy had just told me about in fact. But it was one thing to hear about it and quite another to see it!