puppyowner
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Training Ponygirls
Until a few year ago her gym had been a run of the mill gym, clients from 18 to 99, the younger crowd trying to buff up and tone their bodies, middle aged executives and housewives trying to regain a semblance of their younger self and get rid of their stomachs, old people for the health benefits and the usual creeps hanging around as if it was some kind of exclusive singles club.
Then one morning as she passed reception she saw two attractive women probably mid-forties asking for her at the desk, presuming it was about membership she shook her head to carol to say she wasn’t there, but it seemed they were persistent and used to getting their own way as ten minutes later carol had brought them to her office.
At first she was having trouble understanding exactly what they wanted from her and the gym, they had lost her when they started using terms like “owned” and “ponygirl” but got more comfortable when phrases like “personnel training” and “rigid training sessions” “full work outs” started being used and started to lose it again when they used words like “discipline” which she did understand along with words like “crop” and “corporal punishment”.
But in the end if she’d understood everything they wanted to have time either before or after she opened and closed for private lessons for their “ponygirl” and were willing to pay a hefty price for the privacy that would afford them.
On the arranged morning she had to admit she was surprised when they parked in the parking with a horse box trailer attach to their land rover, she still hadn’t been taking the “ponygirl” bit seriously until they lowered the ramp and a girl was led out naked except for leather straps and a bridle on her head, it didn’t seem real in an odd way, but she unlocked the doors and let the three of them in.
It seemed after another short discussion that they raced this girl against other “ponygirls” at weekly meetings, it surprised her to learn that there were others and the way it was all so said matter of factly, sort of convinced her it was most likely true, somehow people owned people and raced them the same way people owned horses and raced them. The naked girl didn’t seemed distressed or struggling to get away from the women and so was most likely on board with all this.
She couldn’t know the girl had been snatched from the streets in a foreign country, beaten and her will broken and slowly turned in to a racing pony before being sold to the two women accompanying her today.
After a few tests she’d just stuck her on the treadmill for an hour and set the speeds while the three of them went for a coffee in her office which had a good view of the now running woman, as long as they were out before she opened she told them they could bring the girl in everyday, alternating between the weight machines to build up thigh and calf muscles and the treadmill for muscles and stamina, they should see an improvement in a few weeks.
Two months later the girl had placed second in a 12 furlong race and the women were delighted and word had spread of the gym that turned a blind eye, and six months ago she turned the gym over full time to training ponygirls, they were so easy to get along with, it had been a slow adjustment at first learning to actually use the crop rather than just brandish it and reward those who did well with a small orgasm, and their owners a lot less complaining than her old customers and they paid a hell of a lot more than the old membership cost, it was the best business decision she had ever made
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Training Ponygirls
Until a few year ago her gym had been a run of the mill gym, clients from 18 to 99, the younger crowd trying to buff up and tone their bodies, middle aged executives and housewives trying to regain a semblance of their younger self and get rid of their stomachs, old people for the health benefits and the usual creeps hanging around as if it was some kind of exclusive singles club.
Then one morning as she passed reception she saw two attractive women probably mid-forties asking for her at the desk, presuming it was about membership she shook her head to carol to say she wasn’t there, but it seemed they were persistent and used to getting their own way as ten minutes later carol had brought them to her office.
At first she was having trouble understanding exactly what they wanted from her and the gym, they had lost her when they started using terms like “owned” and “ponygirl” but got more comfortable when phrases like “personnel training” and “rigid training sessions” “full work outs” started being used and started to lose it again when they used words like “discipline” which she did understand along with words like “crop” and “corporal punishment”.
But in the end if she’d understood everything they wanted to have time either before or after she opened and closed for private lessons for their “ponygirl” and were willing to pay a hefty price for the privacy that would afford them.
On the arranged morning she had to admit she was surprised when they parked in the parking with a horse box trailer attach to their land rover, she still hadn’t been taking the “ponygirl” bit seriously until they lowered the ramp and a girl was led out naked except for leather straps and a bridle on her head, it didn’t seem real in an odd way, but she unlocked the doors and let the three of them in.
It seemed after another short discussion that they raced this girl against other “ponygirls” at weekly meetings, it surprised her to learn that there were others and the way it was all so said matter of factly, sort of convinced her it was most likely true, somehow people owned people and raced them the same way people owned horses and raced them. The naked girl didn’t seemed distressed or struggling to get away from the women and so was most likely on board with all this.
She couldn’t know the girl had been snatched from the streets in a foreign country, beaten and her will broken and slowly turned in to a racing pony before being sold to the two women accompanying her today.
After a few tests she’d just stuck her on the treadmill for an hour and set the speeds while the three of them went for a coffee in her office which had a good view of the now running woman, as long as they were out before she opened she told them they could bring the girl in everyday, alternating between the weight machines to build up thigh and calf muscles and the treadmill for muscles and stamina, they should see an improvement in a few weeks.
Two months later the girl had placed second in a 12 furlong race and the women were delighted and word had spread of the gym that turned a blind eye, and six months ago she turned the gym over full time to training ponygirls, they were so easy to get along with, it had been a slow adjustment at first learning to actually use the crop rather than just brandish it and reward those who did well with a small orgasm, and their owners a lot less complaining than her old customers and they paid a hell of a lot more than the old membership cost, it was the best business decision she had ever made
