Sir Gregory was looking forward to the day. It was always a good day when new stock were offered at auction and he had often considered being an owner of a pony girl and racing her. To date, he had taken an active role in betting on the races and with astute betting and careful investments he had saved enough money to buy a place in the country and have enough left over to spend at the Pony Girl auction today.

He was smiling as he left his 300 acre property that had all the equine trimmings - stables, tack room, a small track complete with grandstand. He planned to hold events and offer other trainers the oportunity to train and adjist their Ponies on his ranch. There was a market for it when you considered all the city owners out there. He was not greedy and would do it for a fair price and it would also provide unlimited opportunities for parties and debauched fun. The homestead had ample spare rooms, a pool, and most importantly a fully equipped dungeon. What more could a man ask for but to live the good life.

He made his way to the property where the auction was taking place parked his car and was greeted by Pony Girls already owned but not fully in role just dressed for the auction to help set the mood. They looked resplendent in their harnesses, perky breasts adorned with nipple weights and rings. They greeted him warmly and directed him to where the auction was taking place.

The auction was being held in an amphitheatre like affair with teared seating to allow the bidders a good view of the stock as they were led around the arena and put through their paces. The stock were kept in a room that led onto the arena and were bought out by grooms. Some of the stock were quite wild and would require extensive training, that was fine. After all, he was about to become an owner trainer..............