ciphergoth | Sunday: De Ferre Pony Farm

In which I finally get to writing up the fab time we had on Sunday thanks to the wonderful people of De Ferre Pony Farm.

(following on from my description of SM Pride and Pervefest on Saturday)

We managed the 6am start reasonably well, stepping over the sleeping body of

mouseboks which had mysteriously appeared in the hall (we learned later that everyone else had gone to the Slimelight), and made the train to Devon in plenty of time, carrying a rucksack full of everything we could conceivably need.

We were met at the station by the lovely Lady Sharlotte, who charmed the socks off both of us straight away and continued to do so for the whole day, and with whom we enjoyed wonderful conversation about kinky fun. A brief stop off at a motorway service station to find the other people coming to the event, a single man and two couples, before driving on to the pony farm. Once we arrived at the stables, Mistress Jessica and Lady S gave us a brief run-down of safety issues and suchlike ("We've never had anyone leave here with anything worse than bruises." "So, you've never had to put a pony down then?") I put suncream on myself and

coracaskia and she changed into her skimpy underwear. Then we stopped for a lovely cup of tea - cups of tea and soft drinks were always in plentiful supply and much needed, especially given the absolutely glorious sunshine throughout the day.

Unfortunately there was a run on smaller pony equipment! Apparently it's unusual to have three small women as ponies at once, so the wondeful Lady Sharlotte went home to fetch more pony equiment while Mistress Jessica held the fort. We made do with what we had for the dressage and the first carting run while we waited for her return.

"Dressage" in this context means training without a cart in starting, stopping and steering - ie taking the reins of your beautiful sub in bridle and bit, tapping them on the arse saying "walk on!". Or two taps for "trot". happy sigh...

We tried carting with what I could make using the equipment I brought with me, but we were very glad when Lady Sharlotte arrived with more equipment. It turned out we were very privileged to be lent the entire gear for Pony "snowball" - very very nicely made - and it was a perfect fit! With this equipment, carting was much easier. At this point,

coracaskia's underwear decides to explode, and though the harness we've been given comes with a very nicely made crotch part

coracaskia is persuaded to dispense with modesty for this occasion :-) With the proper harness, carting is a lot easier and we get properly into the rhythm of carting our way about the place, her slogging away in front, me sitting in the cart steering with the reins and directing with taps on the arse from a lunge whip, stopping from time to time to take the bit gag out for sips of water (it was very hot) and for general checking in.

Oh, and there was supposed to be a treasure hunt, but actually looking about the place was pretty much out of the question for me, so we didn't win any of the prizes...

I forgot to mention lunch. Lunch was a fantastic barbecue with salad, and a chance to talk to the very nice couples who had come with us; I hope they email me 'cos they seemed like very nice people. Around lunchtime some very nice people from The Other Pony Club also joined us.

I tried switching, which I was very glad to have tried. Not just because it was great fun, but because it gave me real insight into how things were for the pony (a lot more fun than I'd dared guess, never mind the work involved) and because it meant we both would be better at both roles.

Unfortunately during the process of changing places one of the other couples "borrowed" the rather special pony equipment we'd been lent without actually asking as such, and it quickly became clear that by the time we got it back we would have to leave. Since it was the only equipment that fitted Laura that was our plan for photographs out of the window. Next time...

As we were returning from the portaloo after getting our things together, we met Lady Sharlotte riding a rather lovely lady from TOPC. She stopped to chat, and offered Laura her "ride" back to the stables, encouraging her to take the long way back - this was delightful to watch, and especially nice since it turned out that the pony had specifically asked that Laura might be offered a go as rider. Unfortunately Laura got a little lost in De Ferre's sometimes confusing wood and myself and Lady S went to look for them, expressing disappointment on finding them that they had not been delayed by girl-on-girl tomfoolery.

After which we had to go, though we would have loved to stay for longer; Mistress Jessica drove us back to the station and entertained us with stories of the farm and of the Muir Academy; on the train to Paddington we gazed dreamily out of the window for several hours in a delighted reverie, watching the sun set and grinning until our mouths hurt; then a difficult and exahausting Tube journey home, Deliverance food and Animal House, and sleep.

Incidentally, my pony name was "Sirius"; hers was "Velvet".

We both had such a very wonderful time and are very keen to go back as soon as we are able. I keep thinking of the wonderful moments being carried around the English countryside by a very beautiful girl, naked but for bridle, bit and harness, arms strapped behind her back, pulling my cart, and tapping her perfect arse with the lunge whip when she slowed. "Walk on!"