her arms up and paraded her forward to the group of onlookers at the window, who applauded. MG whispered in her ear.
'Press your body against the glass, there's a good pony. Let them see what beautiful charms you possess and what they can look forward to, if they're given half a chance to use you later in the week.'
MG might as well have said, 'You'll be propelled forward by ten pairs of hands and then those ten people will put all their weight upon you until you smear yourself in the window for everyone's amusement. Jenny focused on her breath fogging up the glass. She'd been naked all day and now she was a little more naked. Yes, she felt exposed and vulnerable, but at least she was behind the glass. When one young male onlooker, not much older than her, decided to kneel before it and run his tongue up the vision of the inside of her leg and then upwards towards her pussy, she shuddered. The invisible wall, which had been her saviour, was now her enemy. The crowd laughed in a raucous manner and the lad was awarded several pats on the back for his little stunt. Then there was a sharp knock on the door and the fun abruptly ended.
Although no one entered the room, Jenny was made to go down on all fours again.
'Tired?'
Jenny nodded at MG. She was utterly exhausted.
'You'll be pleased to know you're finished for the day,' she smiled. 'There's just one last thing we need to do.'
A little titter worked its way around the room. This did not sound good.
'All trainees on their first night with us need to obey one special rule: there are to be no unauthorised orgasms in the stables.'
Stables? The woman had obviously meant hotel.
'If you break this rule you will be sent back to the tack room after your first day's training and fitted with a special little gadget which will make you wish you'd never been born. So beware, you have been warned.' MG gave Jenny one of her sternest looks. It was almost scary, but after having had the pleasure of Mark's dark looks for most of the day, it didn't affect her in an overly adverse manner.
When Jenny saw a flash of gold in MG's hands, she immediately thought of her locket. It had been a much treasured present from her mother and had sentimental value. Her thoughts immediately flittered back to the last time she had worn it, in a manner of speaking, and the villagers who had tormented her. What were the chances of it being returned to her? Looking upwards to study the gold item further, she was disappointed when a small, gold, filigree egg came into view. It was exceedingly pretty, in a Fabergé kind of way, but not really appropriate for a pony. The only place she'd be able to wear it was on a chain around her neck and it appeared too big for that. It wouldn't work with her posture collar, either, which she noticed was waiting for her on a padded bench beside the door.
'This has a single effervescent tablet inside it,' said MG, shaking the egg, and the resulting rattle confirmed her words. 'On contact with water or fluids the tablet will dissolve.'
MG was rewarded for her troubles with a blank look. What was she trying to tell Jenny; her jewellery wasn't bath-friendly? Jenny gave her a small smile which said, I haven't a clue where you're going with this, but as I'm not going anywhere, please continue...
The egg was thrown into the air and caught expertly by Poppy, standing beside Jenny's flank.
'She's not quite figured this one out, Poppy dear, so give her a helping hand, will you?'
MG mumbled something about rich kids, lots of schooling and commonsense. It wasn't at all complementary.
Poppy reached down, pressed the egg to the entrance of Jenny's pussy and began to exert firm pressure. As the trainee was already aroused, the egg disappeared deep inside its target without too much effort.
Although she had been slow to surmise where this was going, Jenny had now been smacked over the head with the knowledge that the filigree egg was, in fact, a very low tech 'orgasm meter'. If she
'Press your body against the glass, there's a good pony. Let them see what beautiful charms you possess and what they can look forward to, if they're given half a chance to use you later in the week.'
MG might as well have said, 'You'll be propelled forward by ten pairs of hands and then those ten people will put all their weight upon you until you smear yourself in the window for everyone's amusement. Jenny focused on her breath fogging up the glass. She'd been naked all day and now she was a little more naked. Yes, she felt exposed and vulnerable, but at least she was behind the glass. When one young male onlooker, not much older than her, decided to kneel before it and run his tongue up the vision of the inside of her leg and then upwards towards her pussy, she shuddered. The invisible wall, which had been her saviour, was now her enemy. The crowd laughed in a raucous manner and the lad was awarded several pats on the back for his little stunt. Then there was a sharp knock on the door and the fun abruptly ended.
Although no one entered the room, Jenny was made to go down on all fours again.
'Tired?'
Jenny nodded at MG. She was utterly exhausted.
'You'll be pleased to know you're finished for the day,' she smiled. 'There's just one last thing we need to do.'
A little titter worked its way around the room. This did not sound good.
'All trainees on their first night with us need to obey one special rule: there are to be no unauthorised orgasms in the stables.'
Stables? The woman had obviously meant hotel.
'If you break this rule you will be sent back to the tack room after your first day's training and fitted with a special little gadget which will make you wish you'd never been born. So beware, you have been warned.' MG gave Jenny one of her sternest looks. It was almost scary, but after having had the pleasure of Mark's dark looks for most of the day, it didn't affect her in an overly adverse manner.
When Jenny saw a flash of gold in MG's hands, she immediately thought of her locket. It had been a much treasured present from her mother and had sentimental value. Her thoughts immediately flittered back to the last time she had worn it, in a manner of speaking, and the villagers who had tormented her. What were the chances of it being returned to her? Looking upwards to study the gold item further, she was disappointed when a small, gold, filigree egg came into view. It was exceedingly pretty, in a Fabergé kind of way, but not really appropriate for a pony. The only place she'd be able to wear it was on a chain around her neck and it appeared too big for that. It wouldn't work with her posture collar, either, which she noticed was waiting for her on a padded bench beside the door.
'This has a single effervescent tablet inside it,' said MG, shaking the egg, and the resulting rattle confirmed her words. 'On contact with water or fluids the tablet will dissolve.'
MG was rewarded for her troubles with a blank look. What was she trying to tell Jenny; her jewellery wasn't bath-friendly? Jenny gave her a small smile which said, I haven't a clue where you're going with this, but as I'm not going anywhere, please continue...
The egg was thrown into the air and caught expertly by Poppy, standing beside Jenny's flank.
'She's not quite figured this one out, Poppy dear, so give her a helping hand, will you?'
MG mumbled something about rich kids, lots of schooling and commonsense. It wasn't at all complementary.
Poppy reached down, pressed the egg to the entrance of Jenny's pussy and began to exert firm pressure. As the trainee was already aroused, the egg disappeared deep inside its target without too much effort.
Although she had been slow to surmise where this was going, Jenny had now been smacked over the head with the knowledge that the filigree egg was, in fact, a very low tech 'orgasm meter'. If she
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