The Vinyards

The Vineyards' BDSM pony slave fantasy story recounts the tale of a slave forced to serve his Mistress as a pony at a retreat nestled in the beautiful hills of the Napa Valley.

Nimit could hear Alia rummaging around upstairs as he finished putting the breakfast dishes into the dishwasher. When he was done, he went into the living room and knelt on the rug. In time, she came downstairs carrying a bag on each shoulder.

"Get the other bags from upstairs and being them here."

He quickly got up and retrieved the bags.

"Follow me."

Alia led him to the parking garage and into the car where he sat in the back as usual. They drove for over an hour. Nimit watched as the scenery changed from urban to suburban to rural. He knew they were somewhere on the northern edge of wine country of California, but it was well outside his local knowledge. Alia was following the turn-by-turn directions on her phone. She turned onto a dirt road which lead through a vineyard to large farmhouse.

The house was a typical large, Sonoma style home with a screened in, wrap-around porch. It was a cream color, with a beige roof, green shutters, nice landscaping, and a sign out front that read "Northvine Meadow". They were met out front by a woman in English riding gear. Alia got out of the car and they spoke for a few minutes before she opened the back door.

"We're here, nimit. Get the bags and follow me."

After they'd found their room, Alia searched out a particular bag and hung it over her shoulder. "Let's go outside."

Behind the house was a stable and Alia led Nimit toward it. Grass lawn surrounded the house, fenced in by a three rail fence. Beyond the fences were rolling hills of vineyard, as far as anyone could see. In the distance, Nimit could very faintly make out people walking between the rows of grape vines. Or were they running? It was hard to tell.

When they got to the stables, Alia walked to a large pen with a sign over it that said "Staging". She walked him to the center of the pen and said, "Take your clothes off, sweetie."

Nimit looked around and realized that they were alone, so he removed his clothes without hesitating. Alia opened the bag she'd brought with her and took out a pair of cuffs. These were things that he recognized from home and had worn on multiple occasions. Once he had put the cuffs on, she locked them in place with small, black padlocks. Nimit knew that whatever Alia had in mind, it was going to be more intense than their daily play at home. In the corner of the pen was a tack locker, and she took out a leather harness.

"On your knees." Nimit lowered himself to his knees and she put the harness over his shoulders. She adjusted the shoulder straps and those that ran around his chest, front to back. She had him stand back up and buckled a wide belt around his stomach, connecting the harness to it. "Hands behind your back, Nimit." She grabbed the rings on his wrist cuffs and locked them to a steel ring on the back of the waist belt. After returning to the tack locker, she returned with a wide collar and a long leather lead. She took a riding crop off the pen wall and placed the business end of it under his chin so he lifted his head. She let go of the crop handle, allowing it to slide down her wrist by the loop as she pulled the collar around his neck tightly and buckled it there. Nimit started to panic as he heard it.

"How are things going?" It was the woman that Alia was speaking to when they first arrived. Her name was Chloe and she was the head mistress at this resort. So far, Nimit knew only what he'd been able to deduce from clues that he'd seen on the way here, so he had no idea who she was or what her role was.

"It's going pretty well, but what covers his penis?"

The woman chuckled. "Oh, you'll love this part. Follow me."

Alia hooked the lead to Nimit's collar and tied it off on a hook on the pen wall. "Don't go anywhere," she said in a teasing tone.

The two ladies went back to the tack locker and Chloe opened up a drawer. She removed a device that Alia had never seen before. It had a series of rings connected by leather straps. At the bottom of it were some levers that looked like parts from a horse bridle. These were connected to a wide leather loop. She slid the leather loop over her thumb and the rings over her pointer finger. Dangling near her wrist was a silver ring. When she pulled the ring, the levers moved and pulled the leather loop tight on her thumb.

Alia smiled. "That'll be handy, but it doesn't cover him."

Chloe reached into the closet and took out a leather kilt. "This goes over top. Get that on him and then I'll give you a hand with the bridle."

Alia came back into the pen and smiled at Nimit. She enjoyed seeing him trussed up, especially since she knew he was only halfway done. She knelt in front of him and grabbed his penis, which was now moderately hard. She poured some baby oil on it from a bottle that Chloe had given her. The bottom ring was largest and the top was the smallest. Alia pulled the rings down over his penis, the largest, bottom ring going around the base of his penis and underneath his balls. Nimit moaned a little in a weak protest, but he enjoyed the feel of the tight rings around his cock, which was now rapidly swelling. She pulled his balls through the leather loop, snugging it up nicely and adjusting it so that they couldn't come loose. The unforgiving grip of the rings on his penis and the tight leather around his balls made his penis twitch and grow. He was aching to stroke it and grew frustrated that he couldn't. Alia sensed what he wanted and, with a smile on her face, gently ran her hand down his shaft as he moaned in frustration. She wrapped the leather kilt around his waist and attached it to the waist belt with short leather straps. Reaching inside the kilt, she attached the top ring on the penis harness to a small ring on the inside of kilt, just below his navel. Nimit could feel one last leather strap hanging from his testicles as the ring on the end of it hit him on the knees.

Chloe returned carrying the bridle and a rubber-covered bit. She helped Alia get it onto Nimit's head and properly adjusted. When they attached the reins, Nimit was surprised at how easy it was for them to force his head into whatever direction they wanted. He was even more shocked when they brought out the hoof boots and put them on his feet. These forced his heels and ass up in the air in a way similar to a woman's high heels, but these had no heel. They moved his weight forward so that he felt like he would stumble with the slightest push from behind. He was forced to thrust his chest out to counterbalance this effect and the collar held his chin up so that he couldn't see his own feet.

Chloe led Alia, who was holding Nimit's reins, outside to where she had a sulky waiting. In a matter of seconds, Nimit found himself attached to the long poles on the sulky by the waist, his position forcing him forward like a horse that can't wait to get out of the gate.

"Oh, Alia, one more thing." Chloe handed Alia a short chain to which a pair of nipple clamps hung with bells had been affixed. Though Nimit couldn't see the exchange, he soon found out what it was. Alia pinched Nimit's nipples a few time to make them harden before she attached the clamps, leaving the bells to dangle from his nipples. Nimit moaned in frustration, pain, and embarrassment. He clamped down on the bit and pulled the reins, but Alia ignored his protests.

The two women walked behind him, and on the way to her seat, Alia attached a long lead to ring that dangled between Nimit's legs. Instinctively, he knew that a tug on that lead would pull the leather strap around his balls tighter and cause him serious pain. Alia sat in the sulky and snapped the reins twice. Nimit stumbled forward and the sulky lurched into motion behind him.

Alia gave Nimit some time to get accustomed to his situation. Setting aside everything else, he was not yet used to walking in the odd boots. He moved slowly and stumbled frequently, but the sulky and all his tack wouldn't allow him to fall down completely. She drove him around the stable a few times as she learned how to control the rig. In her hand was a long buggy whip which she used to flick Nimit's back and shoulders very lightly. At this point, she used it only to signal him to move faster. On the sulky's arm was a knob which held the lead that ran to Nimit's balls. Chloe had told her it was a punishment, generally reserved for ponies that make the mistake of speaking--or trying to. Even without her touching it, the snap bouncing around, hitting his legs was a constant reminder of its power.

But nothing was more difficult to bear than the nipple bells. The pressure on his nipples was intense. The bouncing chain made it worse. On top of that, he had to hear the incessant ringing of the bells. That one small item created so many emotional conflicts within him that he was nearly tempted to ask to be released. Nipple pinching excited him, which made the penis rings bite in more. Every time he concentrated on relaxing himself, they would ring again, or pull harder to remind him they were there. In time though, he learned that he had to take his mind off of all the physical torments that he was enduring and concentrate on following Alia's commands.

It was during the fifth lap around the stables that Alia noticed a big improvement in Nimit's performance. He suddenly seemed more surefooted and responded to rein commands more directly. Chloe had been watching from the barn and she stepped out and pointed toward the fields. As they made the turn at the back of the barn, Alia pulled the reins to the right instead of left and they headed out into the vines. The sulky was light and well-balanced, so they moved along at walking speed. She guided him between the vines for some time before they came to a small tree grove. Alia steered him into the grove, pulled back on the reins, and brought the sulky to a stop. She got out and wrapped the reins around a tree branch, took a water bottle out and drank some herself before taking it to Nimit. She grabbed the bridle and pulled his head back a bit, pouring water over the bit and into his mouth.

"Tomorrow we will picnic under these trees, Nimmy. Right now we should go back to the barn."

She took a walk around the tree while she allowed Nimit another moment to catch his breath, then she got back into the sulky and picked up the reins. They made their way back to the barn, where Alia unhitched the sulky. Nimit was looking forward to cleaning up and getting some rest in their beautiful hotel room. He'd been in this stretched-out position walking on the balls of his feet for long enough now. He was ready to get back to the room, take a shower, and collapse, with any luck, on the bed.

Alia led him back into the dressing stall in the barn where she wrapped the reins around a peg on the wall. Nimit's spirit soared when she removed the bells. She carefully removed all of the gear except his wrist cuffs and the bridle. She did remove the bit from his mouth, but he was confused when she immediately replaced it with a thinner one. She led him to another stall where he realized what was going on.

This stall was cleaner, with a cold tile floor. She took a bottle of shampoo, a hose, and a brush from the wall and she proceeded to wash him, avoiding getting the leather wet. This wasn't what he'd had in mind for a shower, but he was hoping this would be the last torment before he could return to human accommodations.

When his "shower" had finished, Alia took him back to the dressing stall and placed the harness and collar back on him. His heart sank as he realized he wasn't going to be freed yet. Alia walked him down a row of stalls, each with a small chalkboard square on it. He tried to read the names on the outside, but they were all erased in the messiest fashion. They came to one, two stalls from the end, which had his name on it. She tried to pull him into the stall, but he hesitated. With a smirk, she grabbed lead that attached to his balls and gave it a sharp tug. He felt the pain shoot through him and up into his stomach. His knees buckled a bit and he quickly ran forward into the stall.

"Nimit, you've been very good so far. Don't start to act up now. The punishments here aren't something you'll enjoy." And with that warning, she closed the stall door and latched it on the outside. Nimit heard her walk out of the barn and speak with Chloe, but he couldn't make out what was said.

Nimit looked around the stall and saw a very low cot, covered by blankets in the corner. There was a foot-operated water fountain there as well. On the wall was a sign that read:

The Vineyards Pony Rules

1. No talking.
2. Ponies must sleep in the barn for the entirety of their stay here.
3. Ponies may ring the bell only when they need to use the restroom. Unnecessary bell ringing will be punished in coordination with the pony's trainer(s).
4. No talking.

Nimit realized that talking must be the most commonly broken rule. He hadn't tried it yet, but talking with the bit in his mouth seemed nearly impossible anyway. Talking was one thing, but being understood represented a whole other problem.

As he was becoming acquainted with his surroundings, Mistress Alia returned to the main house where she sat down for dinner. Of course the wine was made right there at the Vineyards, and the food was better than she'd expected. After dinner she returned to the bedroom for a bath in the whirlpool tub and maybe a nap before feeding time.

In time, Nimit heard other ponies being locked into their stalls for the evening. The wood on the stall walls and doors was close together, so there was little chance to see others. The stall doors were split horizontally, but Nimit's was closed, top and bottom.

At length, Nimit could hear that a girl was being placed into the stall next to him. He peeked through a narrow gap in the boards and saw that she was wearing tack similar to his, but had a red latex catsuit underneath. The woman who was leading her was dressed similarly to Chloe in full English style equestrian gear. The girl was quite cooperative as the woman guided her into her stall, gave her a piece of apple, and closed the door.

Nimit moved to the other end of his stall and caught a quick glimpse of the woman as she left the barn. He went back to the wall between himself and the girl. He scratched on it with his hoof and between the boards he could see as she approached her side of the wall.

"'Ow wong hash you bin 'ere?"

The girl shook her head, refusing to speak, and retreated to the opposite corner of her stall. The next voice he heard was Choe's. "I thought I heard a man's voice in here, but I know there are only ponies. I will have to notify the owners."

Nimit paced in his stall. He sat on the cot, then laid down on it, then got up and paced some more. Occasionally, out of frustration, he would give a hard tug on the wrist cuffs. It was all a good show that no one saw. He tried to get the attention of the girl in the next stall again, but not wanting to get in trouble, she ignored him.

Alia had been enjoying the bath when the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Alia. This is Chloe at the barn. Your pony has been pretty restless in his stall."

"Ok, I'll come down and calm him down. It's feeding time anyway."

"That would be great. There is one other thing though."

"Oh?"

"He tried to speak to the filly in the stall next to his. I don't think he realizes that I can see and hear everything he does."

Alia smiled to herself. "Ok, thank you for letting me know. I will deal with him."

She dried herself off and put her clothes back on.

Nimit was pacing when he heard the latch on the stall door open. When he heard Alia's voice, he raced to her.

"What's wrong, Nimmy? Are you not comfortable?"

He started to answer, but she held the tip of her riding crop to his lips. "Shhhhh. Ponies can't speak. Tomorrow, you'll be punished for trying to talk to the pony next door. It's time for your dinner. Then we'll get you ready for bed and an early-morning ride."

Alia stepped outside the stall and returned with a bowl of salad. Most ponies were fed only plain raw vegetables, but Alia knew he wouldn't eat them that way, so she'd had a salad made for him with some chicken and dressing in it.

Just then, Chloe stepped in, carrying something in her hands.

"Is he okay now?"

"Yes, he seems fine. Probably just hungry, right Nimmy?"

Nimit couldn't speak to explain that he was unsettled by the way he was deposited in the stall without any instruction, so he just nodded his head. She unbuckled the bit from his mouth and started feeding him the salad.

Chloe smiled at him. "Such a lucky pony! Not many ponies get hand fed. Normally you'd get that in a feed bag."

When the food was gone, Alia replaced the leather bit in his mouth and pulled blinders across his eyes. She unbuckled his wrists from his back and brought his hands around front. She slid his hands into something that felt to him like gloves, but prevented his fingers from moving. They buckled at the wrist and were locked on with small padlocks.

"Sleep now, Nimit. You'll need your rest for tomorrow."

Nimit dropped to his hands and knees and felt his way along the floor to the cot where he quickly fell asleep.

At 7:00 am, Alia's alarm radio went off. She took her time waking up and making her way to the shower, but the shower water woke her up quickly. When she'd finished her shower, she tied her hair into a pony tail and put on the English style riding clothes she'd brought along. She had a pair of black jodphurs and a crisp, white button-down shirt that she'd owned for some time, but the boots were new. She had bought them in preparation for this trip and she was sure Nimit would love them. They had a flat heel and a rounded toe and they extended to just over her knees. She'd also gone out of her way to get silver spurs that jingled when she walked so Nimit would know she was coming.

The knock on the door was right on cue. She opened it up and a one of the kitchen waitresses brought in the breakfast she'd ordered the night before. The girl acted shy and a bit awestruck by Alia. She laid out Alia's food and silverware very meticulously and then stood off to the side, her eyes on Alia's boots.

Alia had learned to recognize submissives in any setting. "You can go."

"Thank you, Ma'am."

Alia sat back and ate her breakfast, thinking through her plans for the day.

Nimit woke up at 8:00 am, although he had no idea of the actual time. He crawled along the floor until he found the front wall of the stall. He found the bell rope and rang it. A woman came to the stall door, unlatched the top and swung it open. "Your Miss is on her way, boy. Just relax for a few moments."

Nimit's jaw ached from having the bit in his mouth overnight. He was standing now, but afraid to move around much as his eyes were still covered by the blinders. Despite the fear of running into something, he started pacing in a small circle.

After two minutes that seemed like an eternity, he heard the woman speaking again. "He's a bit stressed. I'd have taken him, but I saw you making your way across the lawn."

"That's fine, Charlotte. He's a big boy and he'll survive. Hello, Nimmy. I hear you need to go to the bathroom."

Nimit nodded his head and Alia opened the stall door. She pulled the blinders back, hooked a lead to his collar, and walked him down to the restroom. Removing the gloves from his hands, she said, "Go in there, do what you need to do, and then come out. Don't touch any of your tack. You have ten minutes, starting five minutes ago."

When he came back out a few minutes later, she immediately locked the mitts back on him and walked him back down the row of stalls and past his own, heading for outside. As they walked through the outside barn door, Alia picked up her five foot bull whip from a chair. Nimit hesitated on the lead and she gave it a quick tug. "Keep moving, boy."

She led him across the yard to a tall, square post that had a heavy, steel cable hanging from it. Around the pole was a platform, about eighteen inches high. On one end of the cable was a snap hook and Nimit followed the cable through some eyelets, over a pulley, and then back down the other side of the pole, across the platform, and out of sight. She connected the hook to the rings on Nimit's wrists and walked to the back of the plaform where she found the winch handle. She cranked the handle until Nimit's arms were over his head. At the base of the pole were some eyelets with snap hooks on them, which she attached his feet to after turnng him to face the pole.

She stepped back a few feet and admired her work. She smiled at how the harness straps pressed into his flesh and outlined the muscles in his shoulders. She was surprised to see that his calves, thighs, and ass had all tightened up since they arrived just yesterday and also by how well she could see his calves bulging, even through the pony hoof leather. She let her whip uncoil, holding the handle near her hip.

"Now Nimmy, you know what this is for, don't you?"

He nodded, a lump beginning to form in his throat.

"You spoke last night, didn't you?"

He had learned a long time ago not lie to Mistress Alia. He knew it meant she would ignore him for at least a day and thought made him sick. He nodded.

"We will be here every morning, Nimmy. Ten lashes will be the minimum. More, if you've misbehaved. Talking is the most serious offense for a pony here, and I can't have these people thinking that I'm soft. Today, you'll get your daily ten for behavior maintenance plus twenty-five more for speaking. Understood?"

With an uneasy nervousness growing in his stomach, he nodded and closed his eyes.

With the first swing of the whip, Alia missed, although Nimit felt a rush of air from the cracker. With the second swing, Nimit was less lucky. The cracker caught him on the left shoulder, leaving a small welt. He knew she was only warming up and that there was a long way to go. By the time Alia had finished the first ten, she was warmed up and Nimit's back had ten welts, nine of which were of the smaller variety, placed quite randomly around his back. It was her custom to make the last lash the most painful and this is where the larger welt came from. After the tenth stroke, she let the whip fall to the ground and stepped close behind Nimit.

"That's the first ten, Nimit. If you had behaved last night like a good pony, you'd be done by now." She traced the outline of the newly-formed welts with her finger nail. She slid that finger under the leather harness strap. "You should be happy you have this, boy. It's protecting your skin in spots." Nimit let out a little groan of frustration and struggled against his bonds.

Alia smiled. "That type of behavior doesn't go over well here, Nimmy. You're mine and I can do as I please, can't I?"

Nimit nodded.

Alia returned to her whip and gave him his next twenty-five strokes, gradually progressing to harder and harder throws with the whip. She watched his muscles bunch and tense with each strike. The more he struggled, the more pleased she became with herself. She had practiced for a long time to learn just how hard to swing the whip. She'd become adept at leaving welts without drawing blood.

For his part, Nimit struggled and tensed his body, writhing and sweating as he stood on the stand. The sweat stung the welts and his eyes welled up as he silently counted each stroke.

When she'd finished, Alia neatly coiled up her whip and hung it from a clip on her belt. "No talking, Nimit."

She walked back to him and ran her hands over the welts. "Sooo pretty."

She left him standing there for a while to let him calm down before she went to the winch and released the tension on the cable. She unhooked his hands from the cable and immediately reattached them to his chest harness. "Now, walk back toward the barn until I tell you to stop, and you better get those knees up high as you do it!" Feeling every welt, Nimit followed her directions.

When they got nearer the barn, the woman from that morning smiled at Alia. "He prances much better now. Good job, Alia."

"Thank you, yes. He seems to be learning."

If Nimit was embarrassed before, he was mortified now. This woman, whom he didn't know, had seen him dressed as an animal, beaten on the stand, and now forced to prance. He wished he could hide his face, but that wasn't possible with his hands bound.

Alia guided him back to the sulky and he was soon strapped back to it. She removed the soft leather bit and before replacing it with the rubber-covered steel one, she poured some water down his throat. She sat in her seat, holding a long buggy whip which she flicked at his shoulders. She took him around the yard and headed back out into the vineyards. He was soon out of breath and between the pain from his harness rubbing across the bullwhip welts and Alia's near-constant flicking with the buggy whip, it was all he could do to keep his watering eyes from advancing to a full cry. Finally, Alia found the tree that they had stumbled on the previous day and she pulled back on the reins.

"This looks like a good spot for us to rest, Nimmy."

He couldn't turn around to see Alia take a bag of food and a blanket from a wicker basket that was strapped to the back of the sulky seat. She spread the blanket on the ground, sat the bag of food on it, and unchained Nimit from the sulky. She used the reins to walk him to the blanket and she motioned for him to lie down. She removed the bit from his mouth, took some grapes and orange slices from the bag, and began feeding them to him.

"Do you love me, Nimmy?"

He nodded emphatically.

"Are you enjoying your vacation so far?"

More emphatic nods.

After finishing the fruit they laid down and napped together, his reins wrapped tightly around her wrist.

Alia woke first and laid there smiling at her pony and petting his hair. Although he was exhausted, he soon woke and saw her smiling at him. He curled up close to her and laid quietly, not sure whether he'd fall back asleep. That question was soon answered for him. Alia pulled his chin down and put the bit back in his mouth, strapping it in place.

"Okay, Nimmy, let's head back for a bit now."

He stumbled back to his feet and she quickly had him chained to the sulky again. She folded the blanket and stuffed it back into the basket along with the now empty bag. With a flick of her buggy whip, they were moving down the grapevine trails again.

When they got back to the barn, Nimit was given another bath, lunch, and locked back in his stall where he fell asleep again. Alia went back up to the main house where she looked at the calendar of planned pony events for the week and had her own lunch. By 2:00 she felt it was time to exercise Nimit again, so she returned to the barn and took him back out for what he assumed would be another sulky ride. He soon found out how wrong that assumption was.

Now that Nimit had grown accustomed to trips through the vineyards, Alia felt it was time to challenge him with something new. She grabbed his reins and led him to a part of the yard that he hadn't seen before.

Here, there was a circular, dirt path worn into the lawn. At the center of the circle was a post and off of that post a long arm extended with a chain on the end. Alia walked him to the end of the arm, attached the chain to his bridle, and removed the reins. She brought out a long whip and took several steps back before lightly flicking him with it.

"Trot."

Nimit began walking, following the path.

"Lift your knees and walk in a straight line. Let the chain pull you in a circle. Pick your chin up."

Nimit tried to obey her commands, but it was all very new. When he reached Alia again, she brought the whip across his back.

"Chin up, Nimit! If that collar isn't high enough, I can go get one that is!"

Nimit quickly lifted his chin and began to step higher. On his second pass, she gave him another, lighter stroke.

"Good! Now pick up the speed."

He quickened his pace while maintaining a high step.

"Now relax into it. Let the harness support you. Concentrate only on moving those legs."

The third time around, he was starting to tire, but she didn't whip him, so he must have been improving. By the sixth lap, the exhaustion was really bothering him and his knees were staying lower. She gave him another reminder as he passed.

"Keep those knees up, Nimit! You have more work to do."

By the tenth lap, he was completely worn out and his already low appreciation for her encouragement with the whip had hit rock bottom. He pulled frantically at the bindings, his frustration boiling over.

Alia smiled to herself. She knew how hard it was for Nimit to reach this point, and she knew that he'd love her that much more for it. She cracked the whip next to him. "Two laps! Keep moving."

For the final two laps, she eased off and let him cool down. When they were done, she caressed and kissed him and told him how wonderfully he'd performed. She detached him from the exerciser and hooked his reins back up, still petting him.

Alia took him back to the barn, still praising him for all his hard work. Nimit felt exhausted and was struggling to raise his knees as he walked.
She walked him to the bathing stall and cleaned him up before reattaching all the gear and locking him back in his stable.

Before closing the door, she kissed him and said, "You make a good pony, Nimmy. Maybe I'll see about boarding you here permanently after our vacation is over."

Nimit didn't respond. Physically exhausted, he returned to his cot and fell asleep.

The rest of their vacation continued along the same tack, with Nimit falling further and further into his pony role. Within a few days, he had grown accustomed to the feel of the tack, the daily exercise, and eating nothing but fruits and vegetables. He even looked forward to the routine showering.

But at his core, Nimit was bratty. He wanted to talk back to his trainer just to show spirit. Not being allowed to speak frustrated him to no end, but he feared Alia's whip and chose to keep his witty remarks to himself. Occasionally he would refuse to pull the cart, or stop exercising on the far side of the circle from Alia so she had to chase after him. But when they were ready to leave, Nimit was sad to go.

Alia whispered into his ear, "Don't worry, we'll be back here, Nimmy. Often."