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"Mute the Pony, welcome to the secret bunker of Pony Corps. I will be your
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\ commanding officer, callsign Master, and I will be in charge of your
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\ orientation. In order to determine your rank and specialization you'll be
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\ given a set of tests. Failure will result in punishment. You may not
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\ initiate communication, you will address me properly at all times, you will
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\ answer immediately and truthfully. Upon receiving an order you will comply
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\ fully and without hesitation. Futhermore, you may not come without permission.
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\ Any questions? Good."
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He's wearing what looks like some attempt at a uniform and a balaclava. It became
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\ very hot very quickly. Like I didn't expect anything remotely close to this.
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\ He's a natural. What was he saying about not exploring topic of porn existing?
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"Already failing, are we?" -- I must have missed something, how inconsiderate of me.
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\ Master deserves my undivided attention. Oooooh that's good, that's soooo goooood...
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A sharp smack on my butt. I'm afraid I'll fail every test if this continues, I'm just too
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\ deep already. ALREADY! I am a submissive bondage slut after all, now that's just undeniable.
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"Mute the Pony, you have to listen to me, come on! As I've said twice already,
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\ the first test is ready, follow me."
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We move to a room I haven't visited before. In it stands a cycling machine.
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\ Fitness? No, I guess a generator. He helps me on it, mumbles something,
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\ then helps me off it, adjusts the height of the seat, then helps me
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\ on it again. Then he ties a rope to my collar and fixes it up to the ceiling,
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\ tightening it so that when I sit upright it pulls on the harness just slightly.
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\ The bunker is chilly, but I guess I won't be cold in a minute.
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"Now, I expect results. Give it everything you've got, don't slack off. You may start."
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So I start. He stands near. Pedals move with some resistance, but not, like,
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\ hard. If I'm gonna be here for some time I have to pace myself. I pick up
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\ a steady rhythm and a song pops up in my head. So far, easy.
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He leaves, but shortly returns and puts some cloth over my eyes.
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"Good, keep it up, don't stop."
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Oh shit, that's very hot, I'm horny. But I may not come without permission, and
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\ I can't ask for permission. That makes me so much more horny. The things in
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\ the thing contribute to the excitement as well. I drool all over, oh fuck
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\ I'm already desperate to come, and the real game hasn't even begun yet.
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...
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SHARP PAIN ACROSS MY TITS! What? Oh shit, I slowed down, deep in my dreams.
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\ I pick up speed again.
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"Disappointing behaviour." -- He sounds geniunely dismissive. -- "Stop dreaming, focus.
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\ There may be something good for you in it -- IF you demonstrate you deserve it."
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Oh, oh, oh, "something good" sounds good, [[I shall focus indeed.|next]]
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