(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/NerezaAvatar03.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">NEREZA FABRIZIO</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Leaving the casino, outside on the forecourt.<br/><strong>With:</strong>Her slave, Leotie. Seeing the wagon pulled by Titty and Snobby arrive.<br/><br/>I bade Señor Reyes goodbye and departed the casino, stepping out from the air-conditioned paradise into the heat of early afternoon. My Rolex told me it was just after two and my hair appointment at Le Salon Arnoud was at two thirty. Plenty of time for a leisurely ride around the city taking the scenic route.<br/><br/>Beside the casino steps Poppy waited between the shafts. The red-suited commissioner was with her, stroking her chest and stomach. I frowned at the contact and went over. Hearing the click of my heels the door-woman moved away and bowed. I glanced at Poppy. She was bathed in sweat, having stood for two hours in the noon-day sun. Her coat was well protected from the harmful sun by the usual morning oiling and wipe-down Henri or one of his boys gave all the animals, so I had nothing to fear about her coat being damaged in the strong sun. The animal was panting freely and a glance at her sex showed she was leaking profusely, her black stockings were soaked all down her inner thighs and the widespread gash of her pink sex, drawn cruelly apart by the chains through her piercings glistened with pony-juice. Her magnificent chest heaved in the sun, her nipples sticking proudly up above the horizontal on her firm tits.<br/><br/><strong>“Have you been teasing this pony?”</strong>I barked at the stupid bitch on the door, accusingly.<br/><br/><strong><em>“Non, Madame, I swear. I have been giving her drinks of water and wiping her sweat with a cloth.”</em></strong>The woman bowed again obsequiously and showed a damp towel in her hand. It was with that that she had been wiping Poppy’s chest.<br/><br/><strong>“Hm.”</strong>I frowned at the girl from behind folded arms.<strong>“This is an expensive mare, highly trained, specially chosen. Not just any big-titted muscular bitch will do as a pony you know. If you’ve damaged her…”</strong><br/><br/><strong><em>“Non, Madame, I only did as you ordered, giving her water and wiping her down. But she got more and more excited from just being wiped. Also, many tourists have come by, taking pictures, taking film and trying to touch her. I refused permission.”</em></strong><br/><br/>I gave the girl a long dark look but in the end relented my anger. It did seem that she had only been doing her duty and it was Poppy who was almost living up to her name. At first a most reluctant pony, Poppy had eventually been named after a couple of weeks of training when Henri and his boys discovered that she came very easily. She would reach pleasure during her morning enemas and her evening milking, often when she was whipped during training and sometimes when just working hard between the shafts. She would pop easily, and so she got her name. I decided she needed a week without Venus and we would see how she was then. Saving 70 Euros a week on the tablets would be useful also.<br/><br/>I went up to the high-cheek boned Slavic pony and caressed a tit, feeling her heart beating beneath the soft globe of flesh. She was hot in the sun and drooling heavily.<br/><br/><strong>“Pony wants a cum, hm?”</strong>Poppy nodded her head and snorted heavily, snot and drool dripping down.<strong>“Alright, I have a little present for you. Don’t let me ever hear you whinnying that I’m a cruel mistress,”</strong>I said to the mare, pat-patting her tit and tweaking the swollen nipple. Her golden bell jingled as I played with her. The pony snorted again and shook her head.<br/><br/>I walked around to the rear of the sulky and unlocked the luggage box. In a side compartment that had padded, velvet lined pockets were always kept a few items for each animal that could be added to her harness or rig at the request of hiring guests. I took out a G-spot stimulator, a polished steel egg with a serrated surface which was attached to a semi-circle of polished steel wire and had a standard clit-ring connector at the other end. I knelt down before Poppy and ordered her to spread her legs. Doing so dragged her cunt even wider open so that her inner labia were pulled taut to form a pink diamond-shape, the points about three inches apart. More glistening pony juice ran out of her cunt, the dark hole of her vagina winking at me like the wet eye of a fish. I fiddled with the triangle piercing bar that fitted behind her clit-head and unscrewing one of the barbell stud ends, I drew the bar from its horizontal hole behind her sensitive digit of red flesh. I then slipped one of the end connectors of the G-spot stimulator onto the bar, threaded the bar back through the wet flesh behind her clit and slid the second arm of the stimulator on. I finally screwed the barbell end stud back on. Lastly I tucked the steel egg on its curved arm up inside the pony’s cunt, pushing it all the way home until the egg nestled against her G-spot. (http://steelwerksextreme.com/blog/?p=2239) Pony stamped her hooves a few times, no doubt to shift the device inside herself and enjoy the sensation.<br/><br/>I wiped my hands on the casino commissioner’s cloth.<br/><br/><strong>“Good girl. Now you can cum as much as you like, you have Mistress’ permission.”</strong>Poppy nodded and whinnied happily and closed her legs, stamping her hooves again. The steel G-spot stimulator would rub against her most sensitive place as she trotted and cantered along and I knew, with a horny mare like Poppy, that she’d cum soon, just from pulling the sulky. The thing was she wasn’t going to be given a rest while she enjoyed her cum and she had to keep trotting, or cantering or whatever she was doing when the orgasm came over her. This was especially cruel as she’d be given the pleasure but not given the opportunity to enjoy it fully. She might cum several times as I trotted around the city, all of them would be unsatisfactory cums and only leave her wanting more. I adored being cruel to my animals.<br/><br/>Patting Poppy on her big glistening backside I gave a tug on Leotie’s leash and led her around to the back of the vehicle, tying the leather strap to a convenient hand-grip on the rear.<br/><br/><strong>“You get some exercise this afternoon too, darling,”</strong>I said, reaching into the luggage box to bring out a soft padded pair of leather cuffs. I drew Leotie’s arms behind her back and put the cuffs just above her elbows, connecting them together and harshly drawing her arms tight behind her. A second pair of padded cuffs went around her wrists. She had her pink spike heels on and her matching waist cincher and having her trot along behind me would look nice.<br/><br/>From my purse I took Leotie's three cat bells and hung these from her nipple rings and her clitoris ring. Now she'd add to the fun sound as we jingled along the road.<br/><br/><strong>“Just don’t trip and fall,”</strong>I ordered her sternly,<strong>“I resent paying expensive vets bills for skin grafts if you get that pretty face and those cute tits dragged along the road.”</strong>I fondled Leotie’s chest for a moment and was about to climb aboard when the clopping of hooves caught my attention. I turned to see Titty and Snobby drawing a wagon onto the casino forecourt. James was driving, Two tourists dismounted, untied their slave from the rear of the vehicle, paid the driver and went around to the front to give the two ponies a sugar lump each. Then, with a crack of a flogger across their slaves behind, they went up the steps into the building. I walked over. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=142203.msg6530954#msg6530954)