She took me by the reins and led me out of what I now recognized as a Stall and into the barn. And

as we walked, I blinked in astonishment. For every stall was occupied, not by a horse but by a Human Being! Men and women in various stages of equestrian bondage or totally nude looked silently out at me from the barred gates of their stalls as I paraded past them, wondering just what kind of place Janna had put me in now!

"Don't look so surprised," The Cowgirl said, "They's lots of ladies an' gents just like you that like to come an' play Pony here for awhile. We keep 'em tied up, give 'em their exercise an' anything else they want on the Program!" She gave an odd, snorting laugh as she continued, "'Course, a lot of 'em like to pretend they never wanted to come here, an' they break the rules some so as to get punished. If that's your idea

of a good time, Honey, there's plenty of the boys an' a few of the girls too that won't mind turnin' your fancy little ass over their knee. But if all you want is Pony Bondage, jus' do as you're told an' you won't get in too much trouble... But jus' look what happened to this poor Filly

here!"

was

She pointed into a stall. There, standing behind a table, a man giving a rub-down to a lovely naked blonde, who was stretched out on

the padded table, obviously loving every minute of it. That is, she was loving it; The man's face was

a finely-drawn study in sheer frustration! I looked closer and saw that

he was wearing sheer silk hosiery, held up by white garters, high-heeled black patent-leather shoes, and a black leather chastity belt with

a humiliating tiny brass lock dangling from the front!

Except for that, and the padded gloves that were laced securely over his hands, he was nude, which showed off how carefully someone had shaved away his body hair and applied artful makeup to his chest, darkening the cleft between his manly breasts to give an illusion of femininity, and touching up his nipples with rouge. His face had been made up with similar artistry, with mascara and eye shadow giving his eyes a dark, sultry look, rouge highlighting his smooth cheeks, and brilliant red lipstick almost drawing attention away from the peargag that was clamped between his white teeth.

But most striking of all was his hair-do. The sides of his head had been completely shaved and depilated, so that they were as smooth and white as the rest of his skin. On top of his head, though, and clear down his back, his dark hair had been grown and styled into an exotic Horse's Mane, sweeping sensuously down past his shoulders like some cascading