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Barbados Bound

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Chapter 1

'Good Afternoon, Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking. We're making out final approach into Grantley Adams International Airport. Weather conditions are currently broken cloud and a rather warm 30 degrees. Cabin crew will be coming through the plane to clean up any remaining drinks and I ask that you....'

John tuned out the rest of the announcement, and turned to Luci, who was in the next seat, still asleep. 'Hey, Luci....time to wake up... We'll be in the ground in 20 minutes or so...'

He watched as she stirred, her honey blonde hair slightly disheveled from sleeping in the plane seat. They'd been together seven months now. Seven months since the athletic American had helped heal him from the loss of Lesley, his first wife. Seven months since he had discovered a whole new world, and awakened in him a side he didn't know existed.

He leaned over, and kissed her on the lips, before whispering 'Time to wake up, Pony..'

That got her to open her eyes. 'I'm awake.... Sir...'

That's what they were. Pony and Owner, slave and Master. That's what she had awoken in him, a dominant side that meshed with her submission and need for pain. She revelled in her status. At the cottage, she wore cuffs and collar all the time, and preferred to be naked at all times.

She was also an excellent pony. She was fast, strong, and had stamina. John loved the thrill of sitting behind her in a sulky, driving her with reins and whip. It was why they were on this flight to Barbados. John and Luci had won a few races at a ponygirl meet held at Marie's stable, where they had first met, beating in particular the team of an American who had been there. He had invited them to come over for the Barbados ponygirl meet, and put Luci to the test against others from around the Americas.

Luci was stretching as best she could in the seat. 'What's the plan when we touch down?'

John looked at his phone, and pulled up the arrangements. 'When we're through immigration, we're to look for someone carrying a sign for 'Mannulus Estate'' He paused a moment, 'That's Latin for pony, by the way,' he said, before carrying on. 'Transportation is being arranged for us. From what I know, the estate is the other side of the Island from the airport.'

John glanced at the rest of the notes he had. They were advised to only bring hand luggage, as all pony harnesses and anything else would be provided for them, including clothing. John had sent both his and Luci's measurements, and had provided notes on his preferred style of harness for her. Apart from underwear and a few other things, the only things they had brought were her racing shoes.

Luci was smiling. 'When do the races start?'

John checked. ' Five days from now. That gives a few days for you to get used to running in the heat and to stretch your legs.' Her grin grew wider. John had put together a great training facility for her to use, but winter on Dartmoor was cold, and Luci hadn't run outside for a quite a while now.

'Good.' She leaned over and kissed him. 'I want to be at my best when the races start.'

-*-

The man holding the sign was waiting for them as described. As they approached, John could see him checking a piece of paper, which John guessed had their pictures on. He was tall, black and was dressed in a uniform that suggested aviation.

'John and Lucinda?' He stuck out his hand and John shook it. 'If you could follow me please? It'll be a short helicopter ride to the estate.' He had an accent that revealed his island background.

'Helicopter?' Luci's eyes grew wide at this.

'Yes Miss.The estate is a little distance from here, and traffic is an issue on the island. We should be there in no time this way.'

This is rather more than I was expecting, thought John, but he smiled and simply said 'Lead on..'
 
Chapter 2

The flight was short, starting out over a built up area before following the coastline up along the Eastern edge of Barbados. One one side, there was nothing but the Atlantic, an azure blue where it approached the shore and the white sand beaches below. On the other side, he could see hills in the close distance, forested with palms and trees he hadn't got names for.

Luci's voice had crackled over the intercom at one point, excited about the beaches and the ocean. 'I bet there's good surfing around here!'

'After the races, Luci. We can hang around a few days after if you want, explore ourselves.'

Before long, the helicopter turned inland for a bit, then back towards to coast, flying over a forested area that suddenly opened up to reveal a grand house in extensive grounds. John could see a large pool, and a series of running tracks, with what could only be stables between the house and the tracks.

In a few minutes, the helicopter had flared in for a landing on the edge of a cliff that stopped to the ocean below, and the pilot was working at shutting things down.

A man was approaching the side John was sat at, in the slightly bent over way people did around helicopters. John recognized him, Steve Arlington, the man who had invited the pair of them here. Steve opened the door, so John and then Luci could hop out, whilst the pilot pulled their bags out of the other side.

They followed Steve away from the slowing rotor blades, towards a golf cart a short distance away. It was only when they reached it that Steve finally stopped and stuck out his hand.

'Good to see you again, John, Luci! How was the flight?'

John shook the proffered hand. 'Good, we had a good trip over. Glad to be out of a Winter in England for a few weeks mind!'

'Yeah, can't beat January in the Tropics!' Steve laughed. 'C'mon, let's get you up to the house and meet the host.'

They climbed into the golf cart, the pilot putting their luggage in the back.

'Meet the host?' questioned Luci, as they set off. 'You mean this isn't your place, Steve?

'Hell, no!' He ran a hand through his greying hair. 'I only wish I could afford this place.' He smiled at her. 'This place belongs to Monique, or Lady Monique to you. She asked me to meet you at the pad, as she's naturally busy making sure everything is in place for racing in a few days. You'll probably meet her tomorrow at breakfast.'

They were passing through the area with the running tracks now, and John could see that this was going to be very serious. Marie's stables in England had a good track set up, but this looked more like the sort of surface you'd see in a sports stadium.

Steve spotted his gaze. 'Something else, eh? This whole place was built from the ground up for running events like this.' Stables, tracks, the house....story is she had a company in France that made something Elon Musk needed, so he bought the company from her, gave her a crap load of shares.'

They drove past the stables, Steve pointing out the ones that the ponies would be put in as they arrive. 'You'll get your stable tomorrow, Luci. Tonight you can rest in the house and get over the flight.'

The golf cart journey stopped by the pool. One side was bordered by a large terrace, behind which was the house itself. House wasn't the right word thought John, as Steve hopped out of the cart. Chateau was a better word, as that's what the place resembled. On the left and right of the pool as you faced the terrace were low buildings, each with a series of large doors that opened onto the pool area.

'These are the guest quarters. You're on the left John. The closets have all the clothes you'll need, the fridge is full and the bar is stocked. Get comfy, and if you want, use the pool. Breakfast is on the terrace tomorrow at 8am.'

Steve had guided them to the door of one particular place, a sign hanging outside reading 'Master John' with a union flag underneath.

'Keys are on the counter. Rest up, and I'll see you in the morning.'

-*-

John laid down on the bed, wrapped in the robe he had found in the bathroom.

The guest quarters were larger than his place in London, and far better appointed, something he had worked out almost immediately after walking into the place. They had spent a little time just nosing around, finding the giant Roman style tub, the fresh fruit platter in the fridge, and the king size bed.

The closets had a few sets of clothes for John, jodhpurs and shirts for the races, shorts and swimming trunks, and one more formal outfit, a linen suit. There wasn't a lot of clothing for Luci, except for the briefest of bathing suits, and a halter top dress in green. They did find a well made set of cuffs and collar in steel, which John had put on Luci as soon as they had finished having a long soak in the bath.

'Do you want something to drink, John?' Luci was in the kitchen/sitting area, looking in the fridge.

'Do they have any wine?'

'Ummm....Yes! A rather nice white by the look of it.'

'Pour us both a glass and come in here, then...'

She strolled in, carrying two glasses, her hair still damp from the bath. She was breathtakingly beautiful, built like the athlete she was, moving with an easy grace as she knelt on the floor by the bed and passed John one of the glasses.

John started to stroke her head, and she purred with delight.

'I want to make a toast,' John said. 'To my pony, Luci. Here's hoping for lots of success in Barbados!'

She raised her glass. 'To Sir. Here's hoping he still knows how to steer a pony after two months of winter!'

John plucked the glass from her hand, and set it down. 'You know you're going to pay for that remark, yes?' He grabbed her collar and pulled her onto the bed.

'God, I hope so...'
 
Chapter 3

The accent was unmistakeably French. 'Ahh, you must be John.'

John turned from where he was sat, looking out from the terrace over the pool, where Luci was taking the opportunity to do a few lengths before breakfast. He didn't need Steve, who was sat having a coffee to his left, to let him know that this was Monique.

John stood as she approached, aware that she was sizing him up, in much the same way that she was doing to him.

She was younger than he had expected, perhaps only a few years older than Luci, tall, thin and tanned, with a spiky pixie cut to her raven black hair. She was dressed in black boots and jodhpurs, with a white shirt, her waist pulled in by a cincher corset. John was glad he'd chosen a pair of jodhpurs himself.

She was being followed by a stunning and exotic looking woman, skin a russet, reddish brown, a mess of black curls piled on her head, but shaved on the sides. John could see the shine of steel at her wrists, ankles and throat, but also the glint of light reflecting off rings in each nipple. From her build, John could only presume this was Monique's own pony.

'I take it you are our host. I am very pleased to meet you.' He stuck out his hand, and she gripped it, her grip surprisingly strong.

'You see, Stephen, Our English friend here has a sense of how to dress for these events, rather than the shorts you are wearing.' She clapped her hands and, as if by magic, a handful of people came out onto the terrace carrying fruit, bread, cheeses and meats for breakfast.

Monique sat, her pony kneeling on the terrace next to her. 'Please, John. Call your pony from the pool. Have her join us this time. I wish to see her.'

'I'll tell her to dry off and join us.'

'No need, she can come straight here from the pool. Many a liquid has soaked into the stones here.'

It took just minutes for Luci to join them on the terrace, where she stood next to John, dripping with water from the pool. 'Luci, this is Lady Monique...'

She beckoned with two fingers of her right hand. 'Come here, pony. Let me look at you.'

Luci walked around to stand in front of Monique. John could see Luci straighten her posture, tighten up her muscles. She turned in place when Monique indicated.

'Excellent. You must be very proud of your pony, John. Our friend Stephen here says she is one of the fastest ponies he has ever seen.'

'So I have been told, Monique.'

'Does she drive well, John? Does she take the whip?'

'Yes, Monique. She's all around the best pony I've ever owned.' He could see Luci smirk a little at that.

'Bien. We shall see if she can beat my pony here in a few days.' She waved her hand, and dismissed Luci, who had the presence of mind to kneel by John's left hand side.

'And where is your pony, Stephen?'

Steve looked slightly embarrassed. 'Delayed. Her flight into Miami was cancelled yesterday, so it will be later today when she arrives.'

'Tch...' Monique clicked her tongue in annoyance, whilst spreading butter on a roll, 'you give your pony too much rope.' She took a bite out of the roll, then held out the rest for her pony, who nibbled at it.

John took up the cue, grabbing a piece of mango, holding it for Luci to eat.

Monique smiled. 'Now, John. I expect you have questions...'

-*-

John pulled back on the reins and called out. 'Easy there Luci!'

It felt good to be back in a sulky. It had been a couple of months since he'd really been able to drive Luci as she needed to be driven, and he could tell Luci had enjoyed this first run as well.

He hopped out of the seat and went up to Luci, running a hand through the sweat that was coating her back. He popped out the bit, and gave her a drink from a bottle he had in his hand.

'How did that feel, Luci?'

She grinned at him. 'It felt sooo fucking good.' The grin drew a little wider. 'Though I think you've put on weight....Owwww!'

'Anymore wise cracks, and I'll use the crop on you again!'

She wriggled her arse. 'Promise?'

John flicked out the crop again, landing a blow mirroring the first. 'Promise...'

They had been training for only thirty minutes, as most of the morning had been spent getting things into place, but it was enough time for the harness to stretch a little, so John fiddled with that whilst they discussed the morning so far.

Monique had answered John's questions over breakfast, both of them feeding their respective ponies by hand whilst they chatted. John now knew that the majority of the owners would be arriving today, and that training for the races would start in earnest tomorrow. There would be sprint, and distance races on the track, as well as a single endurance race, running around the perimeter of the property.

The evening before the races there would be a formal dinner on the terrace. This would be the only time after today when a pony would be allowed there until after the races.

She had Steve take them down to the stables after breakfast, who had showed them around the stalls. These all different depending on how the individual ponies needed to be treated. Most were what you'd expect from a normal stable, but two, Luci's and the stall for Monique's pony were more like cells, steel framed beds with attachment points at the head and foot for chaining up the pony on a night.

They were shown the tack room, each pony having their own space, and John was pleased to see that everything had been made as he had requested, including the sulky, a copy of the design Luci was already familiar with. There was a room for washing the ponies, an extensive kitchen for feeding them, with some of Monique's staff already at work loading up the fridges with sports nutrition drinks, and an after care suite , set up with cold plunges and a series of massage tables. Steve explained that it would be manned from today by experts in sports massage.

The last thing Steve had shown then was a single post, outside of the stables, towards the tracks. The whipping post, for 'Just in case,' as Steve put it.

'She's definitely one for detail,' said John, as he pulled the waist belt in a notch.

"Lady Monique is a sadist.' replied Luci. 'I reckon she could give you some pointers.'

'Really? How do you know that?'

'Well, the only two ponies that have cells are Monique's and me. Monique's slave was also in cuffs and collar, just like I was. She certainly seemed much more interested in you than in Steve. I think she see a kindred spirit.'

'Maybe I should let her have a go at you...' said John, pulling on the crotch belt.

'Maybe you should...' said Luci, thoughtfully.
 
Chapter 4

The next three days fell into a pattern. John woke early, grabbing a quick light breakfast of fruit and coffee on the veranda, joined by some of the other owners. There was very little talking, beyond a quick 'Good Morning', though he'd at least had a quick conversation with Tim, a Canadian who had his stable in Arizona.

Then it was down to the stables, grabbing Luci's breakfast from the kitchen before he reached her cell. She had her own routine in the days before the race, which is why the cell was important. She slept with her arms chained behind her back, matching how they would be in the single glove that she raced in on the track. She wore a metal collar at night, chained to he head of the bed, and liked to sleep in a leather hood.

After breakfast, and a quick shower, they hit the tack room, John expertly dressing Luci in the harness, pulling the belts tight around her body. If they were hitting the endurance trail, then he would leave off the single glove and the hood, but if they were going to practice on the track, then these would be added, along with a tight check rein, hauling her head back.

The first time he had done that in front of another couple of owners, he had heard the muttering as he had done so, the incredulousness that his pony could race like that. Those noises soon stopped when he had easily driven her to the fastest times of that day, particularly at the longer distances, 800m, 1500m and 5000m. These were the distances Luci loved, though she was no slouch at the shorter sprints.

As the days counted down, John could see where the main rivals would be for Luci. Steve's pony, Kate, was no challenge. Luci had already beaten her in the UK. Tim's pony was also not going to be an issue, She was an endurance pony, a shoe in to win that race, but wouldn't do well in any of the others.

A couple of others would be harder to beat. The Brazilian team, both tall blondes that looked like they had been stamped from the same mould were closest to Luci and him, though he thought they had a stamina issue. The same rang true for the team from Trinidad, the pony being strong in sprints, but beatable at distance.

And then there was Monique's pony. She was every inch as good as Luci. She was cut from the same cloth as Luci, a natural runner, with a kick that could out accelerate everyone she went up against in the scratch races that organized themselves.

When Monique had seen Luci in her harness and hood for the first time, she had been delighted, giving John an excited 'Tres bien!' and a salute with her whip. The next day, her pony was harnessed the same way, and John realized that Monique and her pony were the real rivals here, reinforced by the fact that Monique avoided training at the same time John and Luci were on the track.

-*-

It was Luci who had the idea. They were talking at the end of the ultimate practice day.

'John, I've heard everything you've been telling me. I've seen the other ponies, when you've taken the hood off. I agree, Monique's pony is the only real rival we have here.'

'I want to turn the screw on them a little... Unnerve them maybe, make them think.'

John looked at Luci quizzically. 'What do you mean?'

Luci turned her back to him. 'What do you see on my back?'

'You've got quite a tan in the last few days, the compass rose tattoo..'

'What else?'

'The whip marks from when I drive you.'

'Exactly. Tomorrow night, there's the formal dinner. I bet all the ponies had dresses that leave their back bare. Monique wants to see those whip marks.'

'Ok, then how do you mean to unnerve them?'

'Tomorrow, we'll take the practice easy. A rest day is always good before a big event. However, that afternoon, I want you to take me out to the post, and give me a good whipping.'

John stared at his pony. 'Are you crazy?'

She looked him square in the face. 'No more than usual, she said, giving him a grin. 'Look, you know it won't affect my running, and I think this'll provoke Lady Monique into doing something, that maybe we can exploit.'

'Besides,' she said, placing her hand on his suddenly erect cock, 'I reckon at least part of you is going to enjoy it.'
 
One has just got to love the way Luci thinks, what a grand idea indeed. Throw everyone off by a long session under Master’s whip! Of course that’s going to make Monique’s pony jealous! It certainly makes me jealous!
 
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