Mistress Elara did not ride them today. That was for evenings, when she would mount the larger of the two—a heavy-set Belgian draft of a man—and feel the raw power beneath her thighs, channeled into pure submission. Now, she was testing obedience.
"Trot," she said, not loudly. The command was a low, calm blade. Owk Mistress Riding Pony Boys
"Good ponies," she murmured. "To the stable. Oak will see to your rubdown and water. Tonight, we ride under the full moon." Mistress Elara did not ride them today