Jesse could definitely feel her, the slick wetness between her legs leaving its mark on his shoulder. And it only made him harder, more desperate to feel her wrapped around his cock. Pony play had always aroused him, but with Rachel, it wasn’t even about what they were doing. It was about how proud she made him, how hard she tried and struggled to be perfect even at the humiliating things she didn’t enjoy doing. How much she wanted to be with him, how she believed that they could get off the island together and be happy. And he’d get her home, he knew. No matter what. She deserved so much more than this life. ”I can smell you,” he murmured under his breath as they re-entered the mansion. ”Fuck, you smell so good. I’m going to taste you - I need to taste you…”
At Jesse’s words, Rachel bit her lip - all she could do to suppress a moan. When he spoke of how he needed to taste her, she squirmed slightly, her soaking core quivering at the thought. She needed him inside her so badly she could hardly think straight. Even after all this time - not that she had a sense of time any more - it amazed her what he could do to her body with just a word or a glance or a touch. She was all his to smell, to taste… to do with however he pleased. She couldn’t think beyond him right now if she tried, every inch of her craving contact with him. Being held was wonderful, but it wouldn’t be enough for much longer and she could hardly wait until they were back in his room.
“You don’t have to ask,” he smiled, stroking her cheek gently. He was so hard that he wished he could just take her right there - but he wouldn’t. That wasn’t for anyone else to see, to experience. Their lovemaking was for them alone. ”Let’s get you unhooked.” He undid the cuffs that held her to the cart, setting it down and unbuckling the harness that weighed on her head before setting it down in the cart. ”Someone will bring that by later,” he shrugged. It was the way things worked around the mansion, and for the first time in a long time he was glad for its workings. If he didn’t have to carry it, he could carry her instead. ”I think,” he whispered in her ear, “I’m going to leave that plug in, though, you look cute with a tail.” He picked her up and put her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. ”Back to the room now, slave,” he announced loudly enough that any curious ears wouldn’t have reason to investigate.
Rachel let out a sigh of relief once the harness was off. She felt less weighed down and restricted. But she had no protest when Jesse said he wanted to leave the tail in, and knew it went without saying he’d want her to keep the boots on like last time. All she cared about was that when they got back to his room, he would make love to her. Her whole body was tense, and she was desperate to feel Jesse. She let out a squeak of surprise when he lifted her up, and she blushed, knowing he could probably feel her arousal on his shoulder. “Yes, Master,” she replied, mostly for show.
“Yes!” Jesse pumped a fist, keeping one firm hand on the reins. ”Yes!” He gave the reins a tug to slow her down. ”Whoa,” he called. ”We’re coming up on the stables. Just one more quick little turn, and we’re done for the day.” He guided her through it and pulled her to a stop, and was off the cart before the wheels had stopped moving. He pulled the bit from her mouth and kissed her, so hard that her lips would bruise. ”You,” he whispered against her skin, “are the most perfect thing in the world. A perfect slave, a perfect girl. And if you’re not too tired, I want to unhook you from this stuff and take you back to the room, because I want nothing more than to fuck you senseless right now.” He pressed a hand to her cheek, staring admiringly. ”I’m so in love with you,” he whispered, not loud enough for his voice to carry beyond her. ”I’m so in love with you that I can’t think straight…”
When Rachel imagined she couldn’t feel any more amazing, Jesse was practically shouting his praise for her. She was so happy and proud that she had finally done something right, that he was pleased with her performance. Maybe they would survive mAd’s tests after all. Despite how tired she was after that exercise, a giddy excitement raced through her blood as Jesse came around the cart and pulled out her bit. His kiss nearly knocked the wind out of her, and she felt like she could melt from his whispers. Perfect slave, perfect girl.That was all she needed to hear. Her core pulsed and ached as he spoke of fucking her senseless. Already wet and desperate thanks to the humiliation of being paraded around naked, and feeling his eyes on her the whole time, Rachel moaned at the thought. “I want that too, Master. Please,” she couldn’t help but add, so he knew how badly she wanted that. His declarations of love, though, momentarily pulled her away from thinking of her physical desires. She would never get tired of hearing him say he was in love with her. It made her feel like the most precious thing alive, and all she could do was smile and tear up with joy.
It was like watching the most magnificent thoroughbred, like watching a master sculptor pull beauty from stone. She was beautiful, and the light sweat coating her fair skin only made her shine all the brighter - his pants were growing uncomfortably tight now. He wanted nothing more than to stop, to take her right there and show her just how beautiful she was in his eyes. This training, it wasn’t for him. Were it to him, they would be gone from this place by now, free to live their lives as…well, as something other than master and slave. But for now, for the sake of mAd’s insanity, this had to be a part of their lives. But when he got her home, he was going to give her the most thorough, intense massage he knew how to, and when that was over he was going to make slow, careful love to her. This girl, this one-time slave, had carved out a place in his heart that she would never surrender. And if it took until his dying day, he’d get her out of this place. Get her home. He put the thought aside, though, and waited for just the right moment to pull her reins, leading her into the next turn and praying she could manage it and the final one that would mark the home stretch.
Rachel felt over the moon about making that turn, but she knew it wasn’t over. There would be another turn, and Jesse wouldn’t say anything. She would have to completely trust him to guide her via the reins. Small flutters of nerves returned, but she turned them into drive to perform well for Jesse. She could feel his eyes on her- her glistening skin and her flexing muscles. Even though this was good for training, she would do this for him any day regardless. She knew he personally liked it, which made it matter more than some other kind of training that was solely to prepare for Mad’s tests. Concentrating, Rachel’s heart skipped when she felt Jesse pulling the reins. But she turned just as he had taught her - and she didn’t slip in the slightest. It was an adrenaline rush, and Rachel longed to say something, to tell Jesse how much she loved him. But she kept moving forward, patiently waiting for anything further direction.
Jesse would have clapped if he hadn’t been holding her reins. “Perfect!” he called instead. “Absolutely perfect!” He didn’t stop her, though. Now that she had the technique down, he wanted to finish their circuit around the island unless she couldn’t physically take any more. Reaching out, he gave her a tiny flick with the crop, just to keep her focused - she didn’t need punishing, but forgetting that she still had a ways to go wouldn’t help either. “Next turn’s in about forty feet - I’m not counting this one down, you’ll just have to follow your cues and turn when I pull the reins!” He watched intently as her pale, lithe body flexed in the afternoon sun, the bells dangling from her nipples catching the light and flashing, a small trail of drool trailing out behind her from where it leaked around the bit. She was perfect. Absolutely, completely perfect.
Rachel’s heart soared, joy shooting through her veins. Jesse used the word perfect. Twice. After having messed up before, she had been concerned about failing again, but his belief in her had helped her try harder. And his praise now encouraged her to continue and improve even more when possible. Without his words of praise, Rachel would’ve been confused by the flick of the crop, but she sensed it was to help her stay on track and not get distracted by his approval. There was still more to learn, more to accomplish. His instructions helped reinforce her drive, and she prepared for the next turn. She breathed deeply through her nose, paying careful attention to her form so she would be the best pony for Jesse, and listening and waiting for any further instruction of the pull of the reins. It was a workout, and a thin sheen of sweat had already formed on Rachel’s skin, but it was hardly anything, especially with the mess on her face and the lack of clothing on her body. She found herself less worried about how others saw her, and more focused on the fact that she knew Jesse liked what he saw.
Jesse split his attention between the path and Rachel, wanting to make sure that she had as much warning as possible. There were barely any people around the path, shy of a few guards who made sure to avert their eyes as soon as they realized exactly who was going by, and so he dismissed them completely. The only person in the world who mattered right then was his slave, and she was the only one who’d get his attention. He could see her muscles flexing, hear her bells jingling, and he hoped this time he’d given her enough instruction to take the turn properly. ”In three seconds!” he called out, keeping a steady hand on the reins. ”Three…two…one…and turn!” he pulled her reins to redirect her gaze to the corner and hoped she’d adjust the way he’d taught her.
Jesse’s warning was like a shot of adrenaline, making Rachel extra awake as she focused on the path in front of her. She had to do this right. As he counted down, she breathed deeply, fighting to keep relaxed. Just as he said turn and pulled the reigns, she turned her head. As he had instructed, Rachel let her body follow along. Take your time,he had said, so she did. She turned slowly, but correctly. There was no almost fall, not even close. She felt a rush of joy at her success. In the moment she didn’t even care that there might be some island people watching her right now, she was glad she had done what Jesse had asked her to. Now, all she wanted was to hear approval from Jesse that she had truly done well. And she knew to stay focused, because there could be another turn coming up soon.
That was exactly the response he’d hoped for - and honestly, the one he’d expected. She had too much pride, too much drive, to give up because of one bad turn, and she wasn’t going to let it stop her. He had no idea he had been so lonely before now - life had just gone on, always a new slave, a new girl to break until she finally had to be killed because she wouldn’t listen any more. It wasn’t until she’d broken through all his defences, made him see the light, that he’d seen what a sad and lonely life it had been. It wasn’t until he fell in love that he’d known he was missing it from his life. He smiled back at the woman who’d changed his life so completely, leaning in completely unmindful of the dried mess on her face and kissed her breathless. ”Good girl, Star.” He set the bit back in her mouth. ”Now, the next turn is going to be about a hundred feet from her. Don’t turn your head until I pull the reins, and just let your body follow along. You can’t tip the cart, and going slow isn’t going to hurt anything, so take your time.” Patting her cheek, he climbed back up into his seat and snapped the reins. ”Trot,” he commanded.
Rachel was shocked when Jesse leaned in and kissed her. She was an embarrassing mess, but he didn’t seem to mind. The kiss was mind-blowing and she was temporarily thrown off her concentration. But hearing Star helped her return to the task at hand. She repeated Jesse’ instructions in her mind, and once he commanded her forward, she resumed trotting down the path. Taking her time as her Master had suggested, Rachel listened carefully for any and all cues. She still wished he could be walking in front of her, but she found unexpected comfort in feeling the weight of him behind her, and slight tug of the reins. Once she knew she was close to the turn, she tried to tune out all distractions - every sound of the island, every glimpse of staring strangers - and waited for Jesse’s cue.
Jesse’s heart was in his throat as she wobbled on her feet, and the second he was sure that she was stabilized he yanked on the reins. ”Whoa,” he called, waiting until she was stopped before he hopped down from the cart and grabbed a bottle of water and a couple of sugar cubes. He made his way to her, making sure she could see him before he pulled the bit from her mouth. ”Here,” he squirted some water into her open mouth. ”Are you okay? I could see right away you were going to be in trouble with that turn, and I’m just glad you didn’t hurt yourself.” He patted her cheek,lowering his voice to give her instructions and a bit of comfort. ”It’s okay to go slow. I’m not going to start hitting you with the crop for that when it’s your first time out. Just go slow through the turns until you figure them out, and don’t panic. That’s how you’d get hurt, is if you gave in to panic.” He popped a sugar cube into her mouth. ”Suck on that for a minute. You’re using a lot of energy pulling the cart, and some excess sugar in you should help a little.” He patted her head as they waited for the sugar to dissolve. ”Are you okay to keep going?” he asked, softly. ”Or should we turn back?”
Rachel had fully expected to feel the sting of the crop for her misstep, but was greatly relieved when Jesse brought her to a halt and came around into her line of vision. She thought he would be upset with her almost falling, but he was worried for her. She couldn’t help but smile softly when he took the bit out of her mouth. She loved him so much. He was so understanding. And wonderful. And perfect. She didn’t know how she had ever managed without him. She swallowed the water and sucked on the sugar cube. Pulling the cart was certainly exerting her muscles. She wasn’t in the greatest of shape so it was difficult, but she was grateful for the chance to exercise. She missed her old routines and she wanted to be fit again. “I’m okay,” she insisted. “Let’s keep going,” she replied, fierce determination in her gaze as she smiled at Jesse.
Rachel’s first steps were hesitant, but Jesse kept the crop at his side. She was going to need time to adjust to the limited field of vision and the weight of the cart attached to her arms, and he wasn’t about to punish her unfairly. He watched her carefully as she trotted down on the path, the bells dangling from her nipples jangling and the tail of her butt plug dragging along the dirt trail, and nodded approvingly. She was doing an excellent job for her first time, and again he was reminded he could count on her in pretty much any situation. She never stopped amazing him, and he thought again that he needed to get her out of this place. She deserved to put her incredible range of talents to use somewhere that people would appreciate them. ”There’s a curve to the left coming up,” he warned her, something he wouldn’t do if she was practiced. ”Don’t turn your head until I pull the reins left, and then try and turn your head and readjust your body as quickly as you can, okay? Here we go…now,” he gave the reins a tug.
Rachel was grateful that Jesse was being patient with her. The new situation was incredibly intimidating. Anyone on the island could be out and about, watching her not only in such a degrading position, but while she attempted something she had never done before. The pressure was high. The way the nipple clamps jingled, and the buttplug moved inside her with every step caused effects that were never ending, not until they stopped at least, and that put her in an even more vulnerable position. When she heard Jesse’s voice she perked up and listened carefully. She was nervous knowing there was a curve, especially because she couldn’t see it. As soon as he tugged on the reins, Rachel turned her head as quickly as she could, hoping to be able to bring the path into view. But she forgot to turn her body as quickly and for a moment she wobbled. Panicking and trying to make up for being off a beat, she turned dangerously sharply with the cart behind her and only barely found firm footing.
Jesse’s glare was enough to make the guards look away, so whatever that business had been with Rachel and mAd, at least they were still under the impression that they should be afraid of him. They hadn’t been told that their boss was offering to have him killed, so they weren’t about to risk having him punish them or kill them the way he had in the past. Jesse could only see Rachel out of the corner of his eye, but her legs pumped high in the air the way she’d been told, and he was proud that she was obeying him even while she felt so vulnerable. “Good pony,” he murmured, leading her outside and to the “stable” - a small building with two carts and a small refrigerator with some cold water. There was also a small cabinet with some sugar cubes stored inside as a treat for good ponies. He ordered Rachel to a halt, turning her so that he back was to the cart before attaching one hand to each side with the locking leather cuffs that were a permanent fixture on the carts. “There we are,” he kissed her cheek, ducking inside to get a bottle of water to bring with them. “Now,” he stood in front of her so that he could look her in the eye, “we’re going to get started. There’s a nice smooth path that runs from here around the edge of the island, and we’ll go halfway before we stop for a break.” He cupped her cheek with one hand.
“This part’s important,” he murmured. “Keep your eyes looking straight ahead. If you try looking off to the side, you might slip and fall - and I won’t be able to catch you. I need you to trust your Master - I’ll be steering you with the reins, and I’ll make sure you stay on the path. I’ll be looking out for you, so don’t worry about where you’re going. Just trot like a good pony, and Master will take care of you. I promise.” He kissed the tip of her nose and jingled one of the bells attached to her breast. “Let’s give it a try.” He climbed up into the cart behind her, keeping a firm grip on her reins and stowing the water bottle under his seat. “Trot,” he ordered, giving the reins a quick snap.
Rachel listened intently to all of Jesse’s instructions. Each little kiss and touch was a comfort and helped her stay focused on him, rather than her humiliating position. When he pointed out how it was possible for her to slip and fall, her nervousness increased, but she knew she could trust Jesse. As limiting as the blinders were, she knew he would watch over her carefully. She nodded before he was out of her line of vision. She kept a strong grip on the cart and was able to feel when Jesse sat down, but she didn’t move forward until he gave the order to trot. She moved forward, a little slow at first, and at the exit she was hesitant. This was more overwhelming than anything Jesse has put her through before, but she wanted to make him proud. After a deep breath through her nose, she left through the stable door. She focused on the path in front of her, but was incredibly disorientated with the way the blinders limited her vision. And Jesse wasn’t in front of her. But she could tell he was gripping the reigns, and that made her feel connected to him. That gave her the courage to move forward along the path.