Ponyboy Waits for Mistress Owner
Sasha
A ponyboy waits outside his stall. He was sold to his first Mistress Owner a few days ago. Today he meets her. Pensive, anxious, the ponyboy wonders if she will be cruel or kind.
He forces himself to face away from the back wall. Floggers and punishment implements frighten the slave.
Mistress Owner is on her way to the barn. She will mark him. The hot branding iron will burn her emblem into his skin. Ponyboys with many owners are covered in many women’s personal symbols.
He witnessed the branding of ponyboys back at the ranch. Branding does not have to be painful. A light, swift touch of the iron, burns away the nerves that transmit pain. An angry Mistress Owner can make the slave scream as he inhales the aroma of his burned flesh.
He is a lucky ponyboy. His owner is not a sadist. Her branding iron will barely touch his skin.
Mistress Owner is not cruel. She is strict. He must trot and run with a narrow focus. Weaving, moving too far left or right is corrected with her floggers.
Her pony must have good form. His grace and poise should never shame Mistress Owner. His deportment is a testimony to her skillful training and management.
At rest ponyboys look at their feet. Looking Mistress Owner in the eyes is forbidden. Lapses in deferential demeanor are punished.
Mistress Owner, never tolerates deviations from protocol. Many rules govern a ponyboy’s life. Novice ponyboys are whipped daily. One trained, the lash I only a signal for speed.
The ponyboy is a natural servant. His worship of Mistress Owner and uniformly pleasing service will earn him many kindnesses. Enjoyable food. He will even spend nights in Mistress Owner’s home.
A ponyboy’s life is limited and simple. Ponyboys are happier than most people with greater freedom.
Fortunately, my first Mistress was experienced. 5 years older than me. A distant acquaintance. Many years ago, we had attended the same elementary school. She was 8th grade, and I was 3rd grade.. She was a one time friend of an older sister. She came to the house for my older sister’s 14th birthday party. A Saturday backyard pool party. Most of the girls wore bikinis. I was not invited to the party. I had the luck to peep from my bedroom window. Now, naked, I got to see her topless. .