| Author: | Andi Binks | ISBN: | 9781476034850 |
| Publisher: | Andi Binks | Publication: | August 22, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Andi Binks |
| ISBN: | 9781476034850 |
| Publisher: | Andi Binks |
| Publication: | August 22, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Miss Sally, a shy and retiring girl in real life, has a Dom inside her waiting to get out. After receiving instruction in the fine art of pony play training by the world famous Madame Lyn Carnegie, Sally is finally ready to own and break a ponygirl of her very own own.
Another sexy tale of Three Ferns Farm.
Warning:
This 7,000 word story is for adults only due to extended scenes of sexual roleplay, light bondage, lesbian sex, and extended fetish play.
Excerpt:
Miss Sally stopped in front of Tiger’s stall and took a deep breath. This was the moment she had prepared for and worked for under Madame Carnegie’s patient tutelage. No one who met Sally in the world of “real life” would ever guess that she had a Dom inside her waiting to get out. Sally wasn’t even Sally back at home: she was Allison, the office wallflower who quietly muttered “Yes Sir” while seeing to the coffee pot, tidying the break room, and performing all the other small menial chores that the lowest on the office totem pole tend to do. She first adopted the name Sally at retreats to remain as anonymous as possible. It was such a ubiquitous name and at first she chose it just for the anonymity, but in time it grew on her and she developed the personality of “Miss Sally.” Madame Carnegie had seen something in her, and Sally began training under her not as an underling but as a protege. Over time, Madame gave her the tools and the courage she needed to let the Dom in her out, and now she was about to use those new skills for the first time on a ponygirl of her very own.
Sally clicked her tongue. “Good morning, Tiger.” At her call, the human mare came and leaned over the top of the half door of the stall just as a curious horse might. Sally stroked her head and ears with equal ease and familiarity. “Well Tiger,” she said as she caressed the ponygirl. “I am Miss Sally, your new owner for the duration of this retreat. Your training begins today. I expect to be in the saddle by the afternoon. It won’t be easy for you but I will be gentle.” Sally looked inside to see the remains of the mare’s breakfast. “Ah good, Connor managed to feed you before I got here. That will speed things along. Let’s get you out of there and warmed up...”
Miss Sally, a shy and retiring girl in real life, has a Dom inside her waiting to get out. After receiving instruction in the fine art of pony play training by the world famous Madame Lyn Carnegie, Sally is finally ready to own and break a ponygirl of her very own own.
Another sexy tale of Three Ferns Farm.
Warning:
This 7,000 word story is for adults only due to extended scenes of sexual roleplay, light bondage, lesbian sex, and extended fetish play.
Excerpt:
Miss Sally stopped in front of Tiger’s stall and took a deep breath. This was the moment she had prepared for and worked for under Madame Carnegie’s patient tutelage. No one who met Sally in the world of “real life” would ever guess that she had a Dom inside her waiting to get out. Sally wasn’t even Sally back at home: she was Allison, the office wallflower who quietly muttered “Yes Sir” while seeing to the coffee pot, tidying the break room, and performing all the other small menial chores that the lowest on the office totem pole tend to do. She first adopted the name Sally at retreats to remain as anonymous as possible. It was such a ubiquitous name and at first she chose it just for the anonymity, but in time it grew on her and she developed the personality of “Miss Sally.” Madame Carnegie had seen something in her, and Sally began training under her not as an underling but as a protege. Over time, Madame gave her the tools and the courage she needed to let the Dom in her out, and now she was about to use those new skills for the first time on a ponygirl of her very own.
Sally clicked her tongue. “Good morning, Tiger.” At her call, the human mare came and leaned over the top of the half door of the stall just as a curious horse might. Sally stroked her head and ears with equal ease and familiarity. “Well Tiger,” she said as she caressed the ponygirl. “I am Miss Sally, your new owner for the duration of this retreat. Your training begins today. I expect to be in the saddle by the afternoon. It won’t be easy for you but I will be gentle.” Sally looked inside to see the remains of the mare’s breakfast. “Ah good, Connor managed to feed you before I got here. That will speed things along. Let’s get you out of there and warmed up...”
