Chapter One: The Package

It took some time before I realized that my wife had arranged for the package that came to our mailbox. At the time I assumed that my interest in human ponies and my surfing of sites catering to that fetish had somehow placed me on a mailing list to receive such literature. The package arrived in a plain brown wrapper, was hand addressed to me and had no return address. The postmark was unreadable. When I opened it the only thing inside was a card with a picture of a man harnessed to a cart, being driven by a woman and a few lines of text.

  Live your dream! Take your vacation with us!

  Chance of a lifetime to put realism into your fantasies!

  Be a pony for a week or more!

  Follow the link below to find out more.

  YOUR WIFE MUST AGREE AND ACCOMPANY YOU!

  One time use password, view content as couple.

My heart was hammering on my chest wall like a live thing wanting out and I was hyperventilating. This card slammed head first into exactly the dream I coveted most. I had a clear vision of being forced to serve as a pony, living in a barn, being harnessed to a cart to provide entertainment and locomotion for women who didn’t care about me except as an animal. I wanted to live that vision badly. I had spent months searching the internet for a place like this. A place where I could go to satisfy my cravings in a safe environment, but had never found anything. Now here it was staring me in the face.

I read the card over and over as if there was some secret message, some clue that I had missed. The words finally blurred together and my mind focused on the one sentence that still kept this dream from me.

YOUR WIFE MUST AGREE AND ACCOMPANY YOU!

My wife might be a problem. She knew about my desires and I had convinced her to play a few games in the bedroom where she dominated me, but... There was this big but. She went through the motions without any fire behind her words. She whipped me without any real severity behind her blows. She listened and at least wasn’t disgusted but I never received the faintest signal that anything about my needs turned her on. I had also confided my secret wish to be kept as a pony, harnessed, whipped, driven and used, but she hadn’t seemed to get it. It seemed impossible that I could devise a way to convince her to go somewhere where she might be expected to participate for longer than the hour or two she had in the past. I sat down on the couch, counting the possibilities and coming up empty.

When she came through the door two hours later I was still running my brain through ways to approach her and nothing was working. I wanted this fiercely and I knew that I only had one chance to capture her interest and maybe her acceptance. Finally, in desperation, I broke out a bottle of wine, waited until she was on the second glass and just handed her the card.

She looked at it a long time before moving her eyes to mine and asking, “What is this, Jack, and where did you get it?”

“I, um, I’m not sure what it is, Carol. It came in the mail today, addressed to me.”

“Why are you showing it to me?” she asked.

“I thought maybe it might be something we could look into,” I said hopefully.

“Look into?”

“You know… like… maybe check out… maybe go there,” I stammered.

“And do what?” she questioned.

“Um, well, um, I would get to be a pretend pony for a week,” I said.

“While I did what?” she demanded.

“Carol, I don’t know what,” I said. “Drive me around like your personal horse maybe, or relax, or read, I don’t know. Honey, you know this is one of my hottest buttons and we’ve never had a way to try this and…couldn’t we just sit down together and look?”

The pause was so long I thought I’d lost her. I assumed she was taking her time to find just the right words to let me down. I could feel the disappointment gather in my shoulders. My brain was already working overtime flitting through arguments when she surprised me.

“Okay,” she said, “but I’m not making any promises. We are just looking.”

Visions of living out my dream were hammering like giant breakers washing against my whole body. I rushed to the kitchen to bring the laptop back to the coffee table so we could follow the link. The link brought us to a sign-in page where we had to input the rather large password. That put us on a page with pictures of men in stalls, men harnessed behind carts and men in other training poses. My dick, which had been semi-hard anyway since the card arrived, threatened to bust through my jeans. My wife, ever the practical one, read the text.

The page gave a brief description of each picture and then stressed that this experience was couples only. At the bottom was a list of great activities for wives who didn’t want to just spend their time catering to their husband’s fantasies. There was a spa, hiking, pool, sauna, massages and real horseback riding to name a few. My wife was interested and I was euphoric. I could smell the hay, I could feel the harness…I was lost.

“It says that if we want to come they will send complete info via e-mail if we input our address and click here,” she said.

I seriously wanted to have my fingers flying over the keys but I held back waiting for my wife to decide. I needed her on board if this was going down as I wished.

“Well,” she said thoughtfully, “I guess it wouldn’t be too bad. I mean they do have all those other activities for me to do while you’re playing your silly games and there will be other women there…but…I don’t know. Our vacation is in just a few weeks and I kind of thought that we would be able to get some of the things done around here that need doing. I’m not sure…”

“Honey,” I interrupted, “I promise that I’ll take extra time between now and then to get everything done, I promise. Please, honey, I really want to do this, please.”

Turning to look at me, her blue eyes held mine with an icy intensity I had never seen before. Something stirred inside of me. A vague discomfort started to form a hot little knot in my solar plexus and a flicker of doubt began forming in my mind. Both vanished when she spoke.

“If you really want this I guess we can go.”

In my haste to send our e-mail address I had to re-type it three times. My fingers were like thumbs and my mind was wafting off into uncharted desires and pleasures. I finally hit the send key and away it went into ether-land leaving us nothing but waiting.

It turned out the major waiting was for the start of our vacation as the place responded right away with clear instructions as to what we were to bring and how we were to get there. The chores I promised my wife turned out to be a blessing as they kept my mind occupied most of the time. When I had a few minutes alone, my thoughts always returned like a boomerang to the extended ecstasy that was coming and I was gone in a fog

The trip was long but uneventful. First a flight to a hub, then a flight to an airport out west, and finally the last leg in an air taxi with another couple to our destination airport, a small town in the southwest. Our instructions were to leave the terminal and cross the street where there would be a tent set up. As we started across the street I was surprised that the other couple from the air taxi, Harold and Harriet, headed for the same tent. I looked carefully at his face and wondered if mine had the same murky, dazed look. He appeared as if his mind was in a stupor, his eyes were opaque in their inner focus and his complete demeanor seemed centered on some goal that only he could see.

The tent was a small portable totally enclosed structure erected at the back end of a fairly large horse trailer hitched to a van. Standing at the side, where a slit in the fabric allowed access to the tent, was a nice looking woman of about forty with a welcoming smile on her face.

Inside the tent were two card tables with two chairs each and two more women also about forty but with a striking difference. They both wore belts from which dangled cattle prods.

Each couple sat at a table and the greeter, who introduced herself to my wife as Glenda, asked us to fill out the papers in front of us. The first few sheets were standard releases and medical permission forms. The next was a contract that spelled out my consent to be treated as an animal, which got my heart racing and my dick throbbing. The last two documents were a little disturbing. The first was like a psychiatric commitment order giving my wife total control over me and the second was a general power of attorney giving my wife full rights to be in charge of all of our assets. Carol signed everything right away and sat back looking at me. I had some problems with the last two, reading and re-reading them as if the words would change. It seemed like a big step, and as badly as I wanted to do this, something in me was urging caution. My mind was made up for me when Harold and Harriet finished signing and were escorted into the rear of the horse trailer. I signed because he was going on an adventure and if he could, I certainly could too!

We had to wait about a half hour until they called us to the back of the horse trailer. Inside there was no trace of the other couple but I could see a partition and door halfway up the trailer and assumed they were beyond that. Other than Glenda and another woman with a cattle prod on her belt and a table filled with tack and other items, the room was bare.

Looking at me as if I were nothing but a piece of meat Glenda said firmly, “Take off your clothes.”

The moment of truth hit my groin like a lightning bolt that spread its heat all the way to my eyes. My vision clouded over and I felt like I needed to lie down. I stood in shock long enough that it must have irritated Glenda as I heard her repeat her command much more forcefully.

“I said take off your clothes!”

I mumbled an apology and took everything off. My penis was standing straight up causing me some embarrassment. Glenda seemed to take no notice as she cuffed my hands behind me, put a thick metal collar on my neck and chained my hands to it, leaving them in the middle of my back. A bridle type bit gag was buckled in my mouth effectively rendering me mute. When she started forcing my penis into the chastity tube my mind finally peeked its way out of the ‘feel-good’ cloud of vapor that was surrounding it, and the first niggling question wiggled out.

“Wait a minute,” I thought, “if this is a sexual fantasy for me, how do I get my rocks off with that thing on me?

I must have tried to turn away because Glenda grabbed my balls and twisted them painfully telling me to hold still while she finished installing and locking the hateful and unwanted tube on my dick. She stepped back and looked at me with a stare that was so lethal, so frightening that my balls tried to retract inside my body.

“Welcome to your new life, pony,” she stated in a cold voice, “I hope it’s everything you wanted.”

Handing my reins to my wife she said, “Tether him up front and then come join us in the van, we have a long ride.”

As my wife pulled me through the door to the front part of the van I overheard the tail end of Harriet’s last sentence to Harold.

“…locked up forever, you will never get to cum again. Goodnight, pony, see you in the morning.”

Harriet left and, while my thoughts were busy trying to puzzle out the meaning of her last words, my wife tied my reins off to the post next to Harold. She stood next to me for a moment in silence, looking at me, touching my ass and fondling my tube. She snuggled up next to me and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek, then stepped back and waited until she had my full attention.

“I hope Harriet’s last words didn’t spoil my surprise,” she laughed. “You are now what you begged to become but I’m afraid it’s for more than a week, considerably more. You are here for the rest of your life. The tube is permanent. You will never cum again…oooh, god that makes me hot. Tonight you will be put in the barn and tomorrow I will give you your new name and personally brand you. Sleep well, pony.”