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Learning the Ropes

Satisfied that he had coiled enough rope around the naked girl in front of him, Mark searched for one last item. She was going to need a collar. It needed to be white and it needed to be nice and thick. Called a ‘posture collar,’ it would ensure that she kept her shoulders straight and her head forward and erect at all times. As well as teaching good posture, it would also get her accustomed to the way that ponies would be expected to execute proper carriage at all times, even whilst trotting or cantering. It would be uncomfortable initially, but eventually it would become almost as natural as sleeping, not that she’d be doing much of that for a while.

Finding a suitable four inch collar, he released the leather restraint around her neck. Gently bunching her long black hair into a ponytail, to ensure it didn’t get trapped inside, he quickly fastened the two silver buckles at the rear that would hold it in place. Mark decided that was quite enough of the softly-softly approach. He tugged her hair sharply to get her attention and was rewarded with a grimace of pain. Her glorious blue eyes looked at him and widened like saucers as he spoke.

‘I’m about to release you from the horse. You’ll have noticed that you have more rope on your person than an Everest mountaineer and you should also note that fast movements will cause friction. Plenty of friction will, in turn, cause burns. You’ve been warned. If you’d like to glance down and admire my fancy rope work in a minute, you’ll see that the rope is looped liberally around your elbows and knees, one piece of rope joining your elbows together, another your knees and a third runs down the middle connecting them both. The middle connection is only a few inches in length. This will prevent you from walking on two legs, unless you have amazing balance and the desire to look like an Orang-utan. To be fair, my riding crop will also prevent you from walking on two legs, but feel free to try the monkey-thing out as it will greatly amuse me. Essentially, you’re going to be crawling on all fours.’ Mark paused for a second, ‘Well, more of a shuffle really. You’ll get used to it.’

Jenny watched as he released the straps imprisoning her body one by one. Inwardly she fumed. She was naked, gagged, dirty, and the revolting plug in her backside throbbed insistently. Her neck was being stretched uncomfortably high by the collar and to make matters worse, the yards of rope that covered her body itched and teased her flesh with the slightest of movements. She was still suffering the tormented pangs of orgasm denial and it was unpleasant, to say the least. How dare they do this to her! If Mark thought he’d get his kicks watching her crawl, he had another think coming.

As the last strap fell away from her body, she quickly considered her options. There were only two and they featured her playing nicely and giving these people an awful lot of entertainment at her expense or not playing at all, which was the choice she favoured. She was pretty certain that he wouldn’t be allowed to hurt her in any way, so most of his threats would probably be full of hot air. It was time to test the theory.

As the last restraint was removed, Mark watched as Jenny gradually slithered down the horse towards the floor. She couldn’t stop the downward motion as the bench she’d been laying on carried a slight downward angle and had become slick with her sweat and arousal. Her flailing hands tried desperately to slow her descent, but as there was nothing to grasp, she landed roughly on her backside in a disjointed heap. He observed, with some enjoyment, that the trainee was already wearing ‘the look.’ This should be interesting, he thought.

Cursing inwardly, as there was little chance of getting coherent speech past her gag, Jenny’s first reaction upon falling was to try and stand up immediately. The rope wasn’t co-operative. Falling flat on her face in a very inelegant pose, she conceded that she wouldn’t be standing up on two feet just yet, but neither was she crawling. Curling herself up into a tight ball, she remained silent with her eyes facing downwards. Jenny didn’t need to see the laughter in Mark’s eyes to know that it was there.

Mark couldn’t help but marvel at the submissive pose Jenny had just made, even though she was unaware of the fact. If she ever managed to lose the attitude, he had a feeling she’d be a natural. Her initiation to the world of submission would prove to be a tricky one, mostly due to her upbringing, but she’d already proved that the idea aroused her. Before the day was finished, he knew without a doubt that she’d be begging for an orgasm. That was another area that would be new to her, begging for each and every little treat that she might chance to encounter. It would be a sharp learning curve. Unfortunately, the staff here would have a special interest in Miss Redcliff and she was going to have a harder ride that most, he suspected.

There was a moment of silence and then Jenny felt her hair wrapped around Mark’s fist once more. She prepared herself for another round of painful tugging, but unexpected, gentle pressure had her head moving upwards to meet his and their eyes connected. Time stood still for her. It was true, time literally slowed to the consistency of treacle. It was as if she was a rabbit caught in the glare of a pair of headlights and what was worse, was the fact that he didn’t seem to be affected at all. This was one-sided. He finally broke contact with her gaze, which was just as well, because she wouldn’t have been able to do so if her life had depended on it.

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