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delighting the female race for most of his adult life. To put things into perspective, Jinx hadn't been born for half of CK's already infamous career. His Mistress must have been very displeased with him to have agreed to the pairing. Watching Delilah squirm under CK's incredibly long tongue, Kyle cursed for the fiftieth time that day. Where was his juicy little novice? He'd turned up bright and early this morning, spurs at the ready, only to find she'd got cold feet. Ponies did not give up their place at Albrecht with a mere dose of the sniffles. The waiting time for a trainee was approximately three years and most Dom's would send their respective submissive even if she'd contracted the bubonic plague, in order to ensure they kept their slot. There were qualified physicians here to treat all ailments, or 'vets' as they were called. The worst thing was that a trainer without a trainee got the job of stable lackey, through no fault of his own. This meant that the ass fucks, throat jobs and everything in between, would be few and far in-between . Kyle reflected that there was nothing worse than watching everyone else enjoying themselves, especially as he really enjoyed what they were doing.
    Leaning casually against a wooden fence and thrusting a hand through his shoulder-length blond hair, he returned his attention to the centre of the orchard and what he should have been doing, which was watching show ponies. The trainers had set up a jumping course, which became gradually higher and harder as each pony's ride progressed. He'd been given the job of Performance Support, and issued with a very special gadget. Every pony competing in today's trials wore a shock collar and an electrostim butt-plug tail. On Kyle's tablet PC was the name of each horse and the ability to shock high, low or both simultaneously. His instructions had been to shock high at the first fence they missed, low at the second and if they missed a third, give them a double whammy. Of course, all that mattered for little if he wasn't paying attention. When his eyes returned to the course he watched one of the favourites, Twinkle, as she stumbled and knocked to the ground one of the three logs she had just attempted to clear. Kyle debated on whether he should be kind, or whether he should be careful (and he wasn't in the best of moods) and give her the two-for-the-price-of-one deal. There wasn't even a second of indecision; he zapped twice. Twinkle's head spun around as if to say 'unfair', but she had no idea whose hands the controls were in, and even if she had it wasn't as if she could talk. Kyle took the opportunity to give her a wink, so she'd know who to blame. Twinkle blushed and with her English rose complexion she looked adorable. Laughably, due to her attention being on his pretty face and not on the next set of logs, he quickly got to give her another blast. She perked up somewhat after that, bounced off her fore-foot high and clear and didn't miss another jump. Damn, he was good at his job.
    When Satin took to the field he didn't even bother to glance her way. She'd never missed a log in her show jumping career and by the looks of that beautiful African body, oiled up with powerful muscles bursting, she wasn't about to start today. Now there was one beautiful horse. Pity he'd never been allowed near her, but she had a very protective Mistress. There were two good reasons he didn't mess with Satin. She was the type of horse who would come at your guts with a head butt that would leave one helluva bruise if she felt she had been wronged in some way, and her Domme would follow that up by cranking his balls in a vice. Kyle favoured his nether regions too much to take a chance.
    Listening to the sweet jangle of the nipple clamps, which dangled silvery little bells, and combined with all the additional bells added to the leather tack straps and threaded through the ponies' tails, he didn't hear his pager when it began bleeping. He couldn't miss it vibrating