Chapter Eighteen
Life And Learning Never Stops For A Pony Girl
My training continued throughout the rest of that week with my Amazonian instructress. I learnt to breathe, to control my stomach and use it to power me onwards. I learnt how to wait, how to prepare, even how to interpret the slightest signals from the reins and how to get off the start line with the least expenditure of energy. I learned on the end of her whip how to retain enough drive in my legs to accelerate into the finish.
She was amazing, she taught me with patience but also with pure domination. To her I was not human I was a pony girl and it showed as she made me what I had been dreaming about becoming. The weekend approached fast, far too fast for my liking and I found myself still thinking about the young girl le
