Pony's Revenge (by Paladin) - FINAL

The overarching branches softened the heat of the day. Shadows crossed the trail and Sasha amused herself by guiding me through them like a maze. ‘She’s so going to pay for this when I’m back in charge,’ the thought was comforting.

Sasha reined me in after a few minutes of riding, “how are you managing horsey?”

“Fine,” I chewed the word out around the bit.

Without warning the spurs bit. “Hey!” I yelped.

Sasha dug them in again and I jumped. She pulled the reins in tightly and laughed. “Naughty horsey,” she growled, “I didn’t give you permission to talk did I?”

Oh now she was pushing her luck! I was getting frustrated both by my reactions to the spurs and by how easily she seemed to be controlling me. It was time to test her resolve. Sasha loosened the reins and gave me a light kick. I took a couple of steps forward then pushed up off my hands, rocking back then lunging forward. I felt Sasha’s weight shift forward and as she tried to recover. I pushed up harder so that when I went forward this time my knees lifted off the ground.

To Sasha’s credit she made excellent use of the stirrups to support her balance. I felt her backside lift then drop back onto my back. I made to spin to the left, expecting to see her on her butt, dusting off her pristine jodhpurs. However, I discovered that it’s very difficult for your body to turn left if your head is being pulled to the right. I tried to reverse but Sasha used the reins and her spurs to curb me again.

Puffing from the sudden effort I tried to bounce her up and down to unsettle her balance. Sasha literally squealed in delight and when I stopped she dropped her weight deep into my back. I hung my head and tried to think of something, anything I could use to turn the tables.

“My turn horsey.” She slapped the reins across my back and spurred me forward. The spurs didn’t exactly hurt but they left a glow of heat where they touched and under her urging I rushed down the path. If I slowed those cruel rowels found new spots on my legs to light their little fires. Sooner than I would have expected I began to feel my lungs burning, my breath coming in short gasps. My pace slowed but Sasha wouldn’t let me actually stop until pale spots began to dance before my eyes and my muscles began to burn.

Quite literally I didn’t consider stopping until I felt her weight on my back shift and the reins tighten. I had stopped thinking of resisting or of trying to throw her, I’d simply done exactly what I was told. I halted gasping and hoping she’d get off and let me rest. She didn’t. I shouldn’t have been surprised. Instead I felt her relax and sink once again into my back. Lazily she trailed her fingernails across my shoulder blades. Her nails scratched across my skin. It felt incredible and like torture all at the same time because I knew she’d stop whenever she wanted to.

“Now that was exciting horsey!” Sasha sounded a little breathless, as if conquering my attempts to throw her had sent a surge of adrenalin pumping through her body. “Are you going to fight some more horsey or are you ready to admit you’re beaten? I’ll even let you talk, so long as you start each sentence with Mistress.”

Part of me wanted to give in but call her mistress, hell no! I shook my head. Yeah she had me beat enough that I wasn’t going to talk because I knew what would happen once I completely submitted.

“Giddy-up horsey.”

Damn but she sounded so smug. Despite the fact that my muscles were burning I moved on without any further urging of the spiky variety.

Sasha let me move along at my own pace until we came to a fork in the path. She pulled me to a halt. Clearly the path we were on remained level and slowly curved away to the right. The second fork rose fairly steeply before being obscured by the bush. I had a bad feeling about this.

“Well now look at this,” Sasha dropped the reins, leant back and put her hands on my backside to brace herself. “Shall I take the lower path or the steep one. Decisions, decisions.” She chuckled and swung her legs up and over my shoulders. I remembered doing the same to her not so long ago.

“I think you can help me choose horsey. If you kiss the left spur we’ll stay on the lower path. It’s longer but easier or you can remain stubborn and we’ll take the shorter but much steeper path. “

The spurs lay alongside my cheeks and all I had to do was kiss the left one and I’d finish this ‘trail ride’ with a little less dignity but with some energy. Perhaps by taking the higher trail I’d be more exhausted but I’d still have the upper hand overall. I mean I’d broken Sasha more than once during that estuary ride and she had completely submitted to me. Even if I had to drag myself to the end, by not giving in to her I would still be ahead.

Sasha’s legs swung back down and I felt her shifting as she fitted her boots back into the stirrups. “Lets see what horsey’s got left but first I want you to bounce me again that was fun.”

I dropped and arched my back as quickly as I could, bouncing her up and down. After the fourth or fifth bounce I could feel myself weakening, which was exactly what she wanted. After two more I was spent, my head hung and I gasped. Sasha taped me with the reins but I hesitated, delaying for a few more moments. She gave my backside a swat and I reluctantly started off.

The slope began gradually enough but after my poor attempts to throw Sasha, the pace she’d pushed me to and then the bouncing I was winded and even a slight gradient was enough to make me feel the strain. I crawled up over a shallow crest, onto the level and blew a sigh of relief, which whistled slightly across the bit.

The path leveled long enough for me to catch my breath and to feel my muscles un-knot. I could tell from the slight shifts in her body that Sasha was not only relaxed she was relaxed enough to enjoy looking around at the scenery. She was probably only holding the reins with one hand. Oh so I was that obedient was I? Actually, given how exhausted I was, I probably was that obedient.

The damn path then threw me a nasty curveball. It began to zig-zag up the hillside. The reins twitched and I obeyed, turning and starting upwards. At this point I had to be grateful for the comfort afforded by the kneepads Sasha had chosen because the path was not only steadily rising but was rougher and uneven. If she was feeling kind she would guide me around the rougher parts but I think sometimes she deliberately rode me across the ruts.We reached the next turning point and the lightest tug against the bit halted me.

 “Feeling tired horsey? I wonder if you’re feeling as tired as I did after I carried you across the estuary?” Sasha used the right rein to tilt my head upwards. “Maybe we should take a shortcut?” she suggested.

The evil wench’s idea of a shortcut was a twisting, cut that met up with the summit of the trail above. No doubt it had been worn and dug out by mountain bikers too bored with the safer paths.

“Yes I think we should take the shortcut,” she laughed. “After all I wouldn’t want you to think I’m trying to wear you out.”

I shook my head and my bridle rattled.

Sasha laughed again and touched the spurs to my sides. I think my body was moving before my brain had a chance to protest. As I started up the cut I quickly realized I couldn’t carry her up on all fours. My kneepads kept slipping and I couldn’t pull both of us up with just my arms.

Clutching at a tree root I pulled my feet up and under me. Sasha whooped in delight as she was suddenly hoisted up into the air. Bent forward I waited until she adjusted her seat, then she spurred me again!

“I’m trying,” I growled but I think it sounded more like pleading.

Sasha responded by impatiently slapping me with the reins.

I used my hands to support my weight while my legs and back continued to support Sasha’s. Slowly I began to climb the cut, careful to test my footing before carrying on.

The cut bisected the next level of the path and as I reached it Sasha pushed her hips forward, unresisting I dropped back to my knees and crawled across the trail to where the cut started back up the hill. By now I was drawing in ragged breaths and my entire body was shaking with exhaustion. I reached the next section of the cut and stopped. Sasha gave a little bounce on my back and spurred me.

I shook my head again, “please,” it just slipped out.

I felt her thighs tighten around my waist. Perhaps she thought I was going to try bucking again but nothing could have been further from my mind. “Please what?” she asked.

I chewed the bit and swallowed. I couldn’t go on, lactic acid burned between layers of muscle, my heart pounded so loudly I wondered that she couldn’t hear it over my gasping.

“Please what, horsey?” Sasha asked again.

 I was beaten, physically, mentally and emotionally. I felt wrung out and even as I knelt there on all fours I knew I couldn’t hold her up for much longer.

“Please Mistress,” I whispered.

Sasha pulled the reins back hard, “are you submitting slave?” she demanded.

“Yes Mistress,” I gasped. Sasha released the reins and my head dropped back down.

“I want to hear you say it properly,” Sasha said. I heard the stirrup leathers creak as she dismounted.

I sighed with relief but couldn’t muster the energy to move from where I was. Sasha moved around to my head and moments later I felt the bridle loosen, then the bit dropped free of my mouth. It felt like it had been in my mouth forever.

“Now,” Sasha stepped back. From my position all I could see were her riding boots. “What do you want to say horsey?”

There was no fight left in me. “I submit Mistress.”

“What did I say you had to do when you submitted?”

“Beg to kiss your spurs Mistress.”

“And!”

I sighed but Sasha had won, “and lick the rowels.”

Sasha snapped her fingers.

“Mistress you’ve won.” I groveled and given how tired I was I even meant it. “I’m your slave and you have ridden me to exhaustion. If you please let me rest I’ll kiss your spurs and lick the rowels.” I looked up. Sasha’s expression was ecstatic to say the least. If I thought she’d looked strong and powerful when she’d straddled me that was nothing compared to how she appeared to tower over me now.

Wordlessly she pointed and I lowered my head and kissed each spur. I looked back up and saw in her wicked smile that she wasn’t going to let me off the next part. Sasha turned her left heel outwards, presenting the rowel. “Make it spin slave,” her voice sounded a little husky as if she’d been the one laboring.

I touched the rowel with the tip of my tongue and flicked the viscous little wheel. It turned smoothly and I retreated with the taste of metal, dust and possibly my own hide in my mouth. “Uh, uh, both,” she insisted. Obediently I bent back down and licked the second rowel.

“Lie down,” she ordered.

Gratefully I stretched out feeling pine needles and packed earth pressing against my back. Sasha stepped over me. She knelt down straddling my stomach. After making herself comfortable she looked down at me. “Enjoy your rest horsey because while I’m sitting here I’m going to be thinking of all the nice things my slave is going to do for me when we get back. Starting with a long foot massage,” she smiled. “Who knows maybe I’ll be mean and make you suck my toes as well.”

I closed my eyes, the feel of Sasha’s thighs along my sides and her backside pressing into my stomach barely even registering. I had never been submissive before. There were so many new sensations and impressions to sort through before I could really understand what had happened. I also knew that this day of slavery was far from over.