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Sarah switches her pony play wear for that of a reindeer and sets off on a special Christmas event. She discovers that what her master has in mind for her is the best present she could have and more than she could ask for.

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Publié par	Andrews UK
Date de parution	17 février 2014
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781782347934
Langue	English

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Reigning in Sarah
Nicole Gestalt

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Reigning in Sarah Published in 2014 by
House of Erotica
www.houseoferoticabooks.com
An imprint of Andrews UK Limited
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
Copyright © Nicole Gestalt 2014
The right of Nicole Gestalt to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78
The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.
New authors welcomed

Reigning in Sarah
Taking a deep breath Sarah closed her eyes and stood quietly, the sweet smell of fresh hay surrounded her whilst in the distance she heard bells jingle. Her whole body tingled with anticipation, after a lot of training the night was finally here. Nerves jangled through her as she opened her eyes to look down upon the equipment that had been expertly laid out.
All around her she was aware of the others finalising their look, and yet she was only just arriving. Stepping into the centre of the stall she caught sight of her temporary name. Newly painted it glistened in cheery reds, whites and greens, holly leaves decorating the name Comet. Excitement bubbled and she threw her blouse down, completely forgetting her normal routine of folding it neatly away. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall down. Starting to step out of it she froze as a figure moved behind her.
“You’re late.” His voice was soft but there was a hint of disappointment in it. Looking down at the floor she blushed furiously as he continued. “Why is it you must always do these things?”
She didn’t respond, and he clearly didn’t expect one as she heard him move onto the next stall. Remaining motionless she thought about his question.
Why did she always do things to upset him? She could have turned up early but didn’t, instead she had purposely waited until she was late. Deep down she knew the answer, but hated herself for it. She had served Master Luke for the past two years both as his obedient slave and pony but her heart still belonged to Master David. The pain and guilt she felt about what had occurred between them caused her to fall asleep in tears more often than not, but she hated feeling so lost and unable to express herself.
Playing up was her way of getting the one thing she felt she needed, although she served Master Luke as well as she could, every now and then she would do things wrong in order to be purposely punished to try and atone for what she had done those two years ago. She had never told Luke or anyone else so he was completely in the dark as to why his best slave would very often turn rebellious but over time it had become a drug to her, and had found herself needing it more. She craved the extra pain that his punishment would produce, and found it soothing especially when she thought back to Master David.
With a sad sigh she finally stepped out of her skirt and began to undo her boots. Leaving them where they were she stood in the stall naked save for a silver necklace with a small horse pendant, engraved upon the back in a flowing font was the name Master Luke had given her. When she had arrived she’d requested the name change as a way for her to make much more of a clean break emotionally as well as physically, though she knew she still had a long way to go emotionally. So upon his acceptance of her she had been put through her training and the name had been given to her when he finally agreed to take her on full time.
She reached up to the necklace and ran a finger over the lettering. When she wasn’t being herself or Comet, as she was for the Christmas season, she was Moon, one of Master Luke’s most treasured ponies and companions.
She was proud to be called his but still her mind would run back to David when she was left alone or given too much time to think.
Pulling herself out of her thoughts she realised with a start that she still wasn’t ready. She had to focus, otherwise she’d be in even more trouble if she didn’t, and all of the training they had done over the past few weeks would be for nothing.
It was far more complex than their usual outing but then it wasn’t every day you were asked to be part of Father Christmas’ sleigh. Master Luke was taking the guise of Father Christmas, and with the aid of the Pony Club he was a member of, a nine strong team had been put together to pull the sleigh. As she stepped into her harness, Sarah remembered the look of pride on his face when Master Luke told her she was one of the team. It had been hard work getting used to the configuration and having so many ponies pulling one thing but they had managed it.
Bending down she pulled on her boots that had been especially designed to be shod. They were worn both for visual effect and to help take each pony deeper emotionally. They would be walking on a hard surface so the shoes would make the noise of hoofs on ground, a noise that she was really looking forward to hearing. Boots done up she tugged at the buckles on her harness tightening it up as much as she could, making sure her tail was in its correct position. She liked to fix the harness and boots herself but the rest of the outfit had to be done for her. Realising she needed to be still she lowered her gaze and waited.
She had been involved in Pony Play for four years ever since Master David had first talked to her about it. His enthusiasm and her trust in him had led to her agreeing and then discovering that she enjoyed it much more then she thought she would. Since then she had taken part in various pony weekends and shows. She knew just as with her life as a 24/7 slave that if she was ever upset or wanting something to stop it would be and the situation would then be talked through.
Everything that was done was under the same mantra safe, sane and consensual. During the bondage sessions with her Master she had her own safe words, and when she was in pony form her hands were always kept free so she could signal if anything was wrong.
Sarah didn’t look up when someone entered the stall, hours of practice had taught her to keep still when people came close and so she waited patiently. Warm hands took hold of her wrists and guided her arms behind her back. A soft leather sheath was gently slipped over her wrists and up her arms securing them tightly, leaving her hands free to move. The hands made their way up her harness checking that the padding under the straps on both of her shoulders was in the correct place. The last thing she needed were the straps cutting into her when she was out.
Although Sarah couldn’t see who it was that was binding her, from the feel of the soft long fingers she could tell it was one of Master’s other servants. She disliked the word servant since to her it suggested they didn’t want to be there and she wasn’t sure if the word slave was any better. However she knew everyone was here because they wanted to be and all shared the same desire, although in slightly different ways.
Her own desires had been sparked by one long seemingly never ending summer just after she had finished her degree. A chance encounter led to an invitation to a BDSM night-club. Feeling daring and intrigued she’d accepted and although nervous and unsure what to expect had turned up.
That night she had met Master David who by the end of the evening after her interest was piqued had agreed to take her on to teach her more about the practices. As her interest grew they met more and more regularly until one day David asked her to become his full time slave so she could be trained on a more official basis. She jumped at the chance and although things then ended badly with her and him she had never looked back.
Smiling at the memory Sarah jumped as the woman moved forward. Her warm hands patted her making Sarah aware that she was there. As blinkers were put on her vision became restricted forward. Making reassuring noises the woman nudged a bit toward Sarah’s mouth, obediently she opened up and accepted the short piece of metal that made her body tingle so much, knowing with much delight that her transformation was almost complete.
With the bit in her mouth it was impossible to speak. Though she was able to make noises of sorts she wasn’t able to form proper words. Robbed of the inability to talk Sarah felt her mind clear, standing straighter she relished the feeling and gave into being something other than herself.
Excitement surged through her body and she ached to be hitched up to the sleigh. This was it, the big event, the one they had all been working so hard toward. Without realising she stomped on the floor with one of her feet the horseshoe clanging upon the stone flags even through a layer of straw and sawdust covered them.
“Shusssh...it’s alright almost time now.”
The woman said running a firm hand down her side.
When the bells jingled she jumped briefly before remembering that since it was a reindeer event they were being made to wear bells everywhere. The woman clipped a circlet of bells around each of her feet holding her leg carefully as if she was a real horse, everything was done slowly to give her as much time as possible to get into the mentality of it all. She guessed her blinkers and headgear already had antlers on as they felt slightly heavier than normal. She hadn’t had a chance to practice with them for one reason or another but knew by the time she got out and began to pull she’d get used to them quick enough.
The woman