'A passion for Pony-play.' by DLC’s alyssa It was one of those days Sharon was glad ‘she’ was becoming the feminized lover of Jack. Sitting in the passenger seat while the domineering male drove the two in the country Sharon considered what it would be like to be a wife. There was something comforting about not having to worry about many things while focusing on just developing his feminine persona. Master Jack had dropped hints he thought Sharon would make for a lovely kept woman though he used the term ‘kept female’ knowing his HRT was giving him soft shapely skin and a pair of breasts. “Money isn’t really an issue for me as you’ve discovered…I know it sounds old school yet I don’t want my wife worrying about things that are the responsibility of a husband.” Rich people always said that money was easy to get while poorer people thought it was quite difficult as though a baffling unsolvable riddle. His arm extended letting his hand brush along the side of Sharon’s face that had recently gone through its 5th treatment of laser hair removal. Near all the hair follicles had been eradicated likely to never grow back. “I can be very demanding as you’ve learned but someone as beautiful as you are Sharon needs to be under the thumb of an alpha male…so she knows she is a kept female there to be at the ready to fulfill the needs of her dominant.” He had gotten so used to hearing him spoke of in the feminine pronoun by the bi-sexual male Sharon had grown to expect it. Jack gave a glance in back to see the open leather satchel with the glistening metal of the head-gear attached with the rubber mouth-bit inside. “You did say you like horses.” “Yes sir.” “Today we’ll find out just how much…we should be there soon.” Sharon thought back to a year earlier when he was an immature boy of 26 named Jimmy. The two males had met by accident walking in at the same time to the Galleria mall. A thin figured Jimmy timidly stood to the side when he saw the assertive male Jack stride to the door with purpose expecting to be the first to go in. A good 15 years older Jack spotted it right off….the 20-something had a submissive streak that could be exploited and likely enhanced if handled right. Dressed in a smart looking pinstriped business suit Jack had waited inside the door. Turning on the charm the bi-sexual male gave a tug to his British regimental colored tie while he motioned for Jimmy to come to his side once in the mall. He had seen Jimmy lock his bike up after Jack had slid his black BMW 700 series into the space designated for handicap drivers. It made for a distinctive contrast one a wealthy alpha driving a high-end car the other making do with a bicycle. It was likely no woman would want to marry a male that made his way around on a bike after all what kind of provider or financial contributor to a marriage would he be? “Say I might need a hand on something you want to make an extra 300. I need someone to look like my assistant….what’s your name guy? I don’t have the full time-line set so you’d have to be at my beck and call at least for the day and probably more.” “It’s Jimmy Waller….gee 3 hundred boy I sure could use that. It would take me a week working at the sub shop to even come close to making that. I off for a couple of days.” Jimmy let his hand move his longish brown hair off his forehead before tucking his t-shirt in his jeans after speaking trying to look neater. “We’re going to have to make you look a little more presentable….don’t worry I have the money everything is on me.” “Ok sure.” “Call me sir…that hair your clothing…it’s all going to be given an alteration. Damn I have a text let's step outside….I need to make a few calls.” Jack lifted the vaping pipe out with one hand on the phone his other handed it to Jimmy. “Take a couple of hits you won’t be as nervous as you might for my meeting.” On the other end of the call the woman at the salon assured she would pick up some quick cash from her regular client told him to come on in and she would give him the full package. Skilled with a comb and scissors she knew Jack wanted him with an effeminate look by the time she had finished with Jimmy. Docile as a box full of kittens the weed had performed its function on Jimmy. His tapered eyebrows lifted before ending in a thin point he sat in the styling chair at the end of the long session having gotten the ‘Platinum package’ as the woman called it. By the time they walked out a sweeping bang ran across his forehead while the back and sides had been given a layered look covering most of his ear yet showing the earrings as the hair danced ending at the bottom of his neckline. The pair of 1” hoop earrings replaced his cheap silver studs. His skin felt invigorated after a massage that left a lavender scent on a body made smooth. Eye shades on for the massage he hadn’t realized the tingling sensations was hair removal crème easily wiped off while his muscles were treated with a relaxing touch of relief. Jack led him into the back of the exclusive clothing store on the 5th floor of the Galleria. The gay owner knew Jack well. Listening he acted on the directions taking delight in giving him the look bringing in feminine slanted clothing by the bunches to the private changing room. Jimmy turned on seeing Jack walk in to the changing area but for the thong he was naked. “How’s my boy doing?” Despite being 26 he had grown used to being called ‘boy’. “Fine sir ....Raymond is still searching for the right kind of slacks to go with this sweater on the hanger. He says its cashmere and goes with my eyes. I tried it on it feels very soft.” Jack let his dominant masculine energy engulf Jimmy. “Nothing wrong with soft on some boys. Turn for a second that thong looks nice on you…..why there’s lace on the edges.” “I know I told Mr. Raymond they kind of look like women’s panties.” At 5’ 7” the thin framed Jimmy had to look up at Jack. “Here turn towards the mirror let’s see if we can’t adjust the pantywaist.” Bashful, intimidated even shy sometimes when in the presence of someone so dominant it felt kind of sexy knowing he was put in panties. Try as he might to prevent it from lifting he could feel his penis stirring. The buzz from the weed felt so nice. Broad-shouldered the 6' 3" Jack stood behind Jimmy letting his hands rest on the hips of the boy of 26. Jimmy felt his dick firm up together they looked into the mirror as it grew outlining against the material of the black thong panties with white lace trim. “That must feel nice…I can see you like me touching you….did Michelle give you a massage too she always uses lavender scented bodyoil….you smell nice such a lovely fragrance.” ”Yes sir I didn’t realize that it would make me smooth also.” Jimmy whimpered out then felt how strong Jack was as he squeezed his arms against Jimmy’s body. It made him feel so much weaker. “Here let me just rub this it looks like you need some relief. She did your nails I see …a mani and a pedi how nice.’ “Eww, ewww, ewww…your hand…the way you touch…ohhh it’s making me get more excited.” Jack eased the thong lower letting Jimmy’s cock stick straight out. “Say what’s this ….my that is sexy…she trimmed your hair…what a nice looking triangle…that’s how women keep the pubic hair. They like having a feminine triangle on their mound it makes them seem inviting…like they are asking for it to be touched…..look at how trim and well-manicured it is.” Jimmy couldn’t help being seduced. His hand slinked up along the upper body of Jack exposing his underarm. “Your underarms they’re hairless no real male does that…here….it appears you need it let’s just give this little plaything of yours a stroke or two….Boy…not very thick like an adult alpha’s… it seems smaller too without much hair there….do you like that?” “Ewww ewwww, yes…please don’t stop.” “Oh so you enjoy having a strong dominating figure touching you….than you must be a beta…” His hand moved along stroking the piece edging him closer. Raymond had walked in and sat on the bench seat delighting in what he was watching. “I’ve heard beta’s can be quite submissive….” His hand gripped the penis stronger as it stroked it. “Tell me …let me and Raymond hear it.” Jimmy looked over to see the gay male enjoying the development. “I’m a beta Sir and I feel submissive.” “Yes very good see you are obedient I like that trait…you must be very giving do you like Sharon.’ Jimmy thought he’d said sharing. “Yes Sir.’ “Did you hear that Raymond?….Very well Sharon it is…” The two looked at Raymond who was nodding his head as if to say ‘yes I heard it’ while delighting in seeing the ‘Dom’ master assertively masturbating the sub close to the edge of coming. “…..say my new name is Sharon…and don’t be loud about it say it softly no one likes a submissive beta that is loud and obnoxious.” Almost feminine sounding in tone his words came out soft and gently. “My new name is Sharon Sir.” “I want Sharon in some lifted heels under his slacks make a note of it Raymond.” “Yes sir, I think Sharon is so cute such a pretty name. I brought these things in for a different more shapely look they have some spandex in the fabric.” “Raymond you’d better hold your hand out I think my Sharon is going to get wet. It reminds me a sissy can’t control their orgasms.” He bent while looking at ‘Sharon’ who was staring back at him in the mirror. Kissing Jimmy’s neck he spoke. “Hmmm are you like that? A sissy who enjoys looking feminine…there’s nothing wrong with it…can you stop yourself from coming while I stroke you?” Jimmy knew he couldn’t and so did Raymond. The gay male lifted his hand to catch it. “Ohhh, ohhhh, ohhhh,…no sir I can’t stop…I think I’m going to get wet.. ohhhhhhh……ohhhhhhh…I feel so different…my new hairdo, my body, my panties my new name…. everything is sooo soft….ohhhh ohhhhh ohhhhhhh.” Spent Jimmy collapsed into the body of Jack who held him. Raymond lifted his hand there were few things he liked more than swallowing hot cream. “Give Sharon a snowball….I think a kiss by the two of you would be appropriate.” Kissing him Raymond let ‘all that jazz’ slide into Sharon’s mouth. As though officially becoming a member of the LGBTQ community by the acts he no longer could say he’d never been kissed or stroked to climax by a male before. “Sir Jack I brought these too…I thought they might look nice under Sharon’s panties.” The odd looking thong sparse in its material would provide a unigue look. With his balls shriveled tucked inside Jimmy looked on to see a camel-toe look pressing against the pantie. Some 15 minutes later in tight spandex leggings that outlined his ‘pussy-look’ between his legs Jimmy felt emasculated wearing 2” high heels with the cashmere sweater laying peacefully along down past the waistline. A purse hanging from his shoulder one hand was in Jack’s firm grip while Sharon’s other held the strap of the Coach purse as they walked out. A quick glance at his bike was dismissed by Jack’s words. “You won’t be needing that anymore.” The car pulled off the interstate with Jack still deciding on what to do with Sharon. Talking himself into it he thought perhaps the experience would be best though he’d miss his former feminized protégé he always did like grooming new ones just for the sure challenge of it. Seeing the sign ‘Ponies crossing’ he knew they were close. “Let’s play a little game…slip this hood on.’ “Right now sir?” “Yes….we’ll have some fun with the mystery it creates.” The woman’s hands slid across from her side of the mattress settling on ‘the little red corvette’s’ pair of panties. The nick-name given to her husband came from one of her favorite songs of Prince. His nightie short yet embroidered pretty enough it was adding to his developing femininity. The fingers glided inside letting the pads beneath her perfectly painted nails gently caress the smooth skin. A slight whimper came out as he felt his penis growing firm locked behind the restrictive chastity cage. Tucked under the pantie the limitation of the metal confinement was soon reached. How many times had he been the randy one in need of sex expecting relief by rolling on top of Beverly while she slept?. His eyes opening once more he moaned out, it had been so long since he came inside a woman like a real male. “Ohh,… ohh.” The truth was they both knew there was no ‘her side of the bed’ anymore it was all hers. Mark felt the slight movement on his chest captured in the satin-like feel of the nightie’s bra cups their presence was helping to define him. Back and forth Beverly’s hand roamed over the bulge of the pretty panty slowly yet surely his smooth hairless legs took to spreading wider. Her head dipped the darkness of the room made it seem mysterious and alluring. Beverly’s tongue slathered out saliva pulling the pantywaist down slightly her lips moved across the thin single line of hair on his mound. It was all that was left of a body once taken with bands of hair from shoulders to ankles and toe tops. The thin arms lifted falling back to the collection of pillows beneath his head the underarms too were smooth and hairless so feminine looking. Silently Beverly sang the words in her mind while her early morning seduction continued… ‘cause you have a pocket full of horses Trojan and some of them used…but it was Saturday night, I guess that makes it alright and you say what have I got to lose’. The woman unbuttoned her pajama top how different things were... now she was the one who came to bed sexual alpha style wearing bottoms and tops while her husband was restricted to ‘Babydolls’ or nightgowns. Bev’s hand slid slowly turning him his hips stacked at the knees pointed to the wall yet his waist thin enough he could turn his upper body the other way. Her hand scooped across caressing her husband Cecelia’s pretty butt cheeks. It gave her a sense of power to know it was her that named him and kept him plugged. Lightly humming it the words changing slightly slipped out of her mouth… ’I guess you should have closed your eyes when I drove you to the place where the horses run free….’cause you’ll feel a little docile when you see all of the ponies that were there before you were left by me’. Cecelia rolled onto his back with his legs lifting high in the air bringing the nightie’s hem above as if wanting to show off the belly button piercing that had a glimmering 2” jewel attached. It was part of his toning practice to lay on the padded floor in their converted workout room wearing a leotard. Cecelia’s legs would lift straight up and out to ’12’ o’clock each pointed toe would stretch and point to either 11 or 1 and do so until he reached the number nine holding there a few seconds before working their way back to high noon in the exercise. Strutting in heels became easy as the weight dropped to its thin 134 it was now. Beverly thought he look so inviting like that. With his legs spread much like any woman it was as if he was openly welcoming her entry. The light in the room slipped in as the sun-kissed morning began to dawn. The woman loved this part readying to mount him with his legs spread she pulled the latex phallus from beneath the opening of her bottoms. It was bright enough Cecelia could see the 7” sticking out. He knew he wanted it in fact they both did. It spoke to how much a male can be reprogrammed to enjoy penetrative sex. The latex strip of his thong separating his cheeks was pulled to the side. A tube of lube at the rosebud entrance spurt forth gobs of slickness to be carried deeper inside. Like a jockey riding a pony Beverly slid her cock inside after easing the plug out. Lately she had intentionally been using the expression more on the male that had routinely cheated on her during their marriage. “Oh my lovely pony-girl ….this pretty pussy of yours feels so nice.” Pursing his lips into a smile a shake to his long straight hair Cecelia criss-crossed both hands to be the one to lower his nightie with a flick of his index fingers at the spaghetti straps. Exposed enough his b-cup breasts would be put on display during the fucking. Proudly sticking up an out both areolas crowned in lifted nipples made hard begged for attention. The lace panties held his chastised penis it didn’t bounce as much as his breasts did while feeling the cock sliding inside and out. He felt so desperately horny he started rotating his hips quickly. Beverly smiled singing the words of Prince’s song… ’Ow baby, you’re much too fast….my Little Red Corvette…you need a love, you need a love that’s, uh,.....that’s gunna last’. After making her ‘uh’ sound she’d grunted out as Beverly slammed the cock in deeper. The woman regained control falling into a steady pace soon she was making the slapping sound a male usually does when body hits butt while fucking the insubordination out of a female until she was made submissive once more. She had worked hard to bring muscles alive on her arms and shoulders. His diminishing muscles on his arms had been made thin and near inconsequential making Beverly the stronger of the two. The German word could be broken into two sections Schaden meaning ‘damage or harm’ and Freude meaning joy. Beverly would later that day take her ‘Schadenfreude’….the joy in seeing another suffer. No longer would he randomly slap her around just for the hell of it, in fact today would be the last he’d enjoy the comfort of a bed’s mattress. Signing off on the agreement that gave Beverly full control Cecelia was to be put out to pasture trained to please alpha-equines like all the other pony-girls on the farm. Finishing like a jockey riding a derby winner Beverly went to the whip on the clubhouse turn. Picking up the riding crop the woman layered his butt with multiple swats while humping his anal canal made thick with a phallus. The cream oozed out from behind the locked chastity cage soaking the panties to dampness. By eight that morning he was ready for the trip. Kept naked he hadn’t thought it odd she put an arm binder on him restricting his movement. After discovering his own interests in the BDSM world by catching him viewing fetish porn Beverly incorporated it in his retraining. Many times after sex Beverly would use cuffs or the like to once more return him into the sub-space that came with being a bondage fanatic. Cecelia looked around walked naked out to the car with motor running he wondered if a neighbor might view the two…Mistress Beverly and a husband turned trans soon to be a breeding pony-girl to studs yet unaware that’s what it was called. Breathable ball-gag in place arms in a binder a hood was slipped over his head obscuring the destination as they drove Giving a wave though it was closed the car zoomed past the Wayback Inn on its way to the interstate it had been a chance meeting there with her neighbor Evelyn one late afternoon after a return trip from the clinic to fix a sprained ankle Beverly acquired running out of the house to avoid another beating. The truth was like most neighbors they pretended to be friendly yet rarely spent any time together until that day. One glass of chardonnay led to others while the two women formulated a game plan. ‘Hanker’ had told them drinks were on the house when he heard Beverly’s story. Hank Stacich had done well after doing time. Prison had changed him in many ways for one he vowed most of the time not to tolerate any mistreatment of women. The experience changed his belief in a supreme being of a deity guiding the world the way he figured it everyone was on their own. “Dom’s or subs…alpha’s or beta’s…kings and queens or pawns…that’s how I view things now.” Put in jail set up by a partner on a high priced drug deal once he learned the former bastard had been killed by the cartel he kept the hidden money and turned into a small fortune after getting out. The Tavern restaurant, the horse-farm along with other solid investments creating lucrative revenue streams all were products of his business acumen put to use. Thick chested the sweat glistened on Hanker’s chest as he watched Beverly drive up the road to his horse farm. Turning his head he shouted at the crew of two. “Bo…you and Sam…we have another for the female stable….Make all the necessary preparations.” ‘Yes sir’ Rang out from both. End of part one ….