C.P. Mandara – Hot to Trot (Review & Excerpt)

Hot to Trot by C.P. Mandara

Series: Pony Tales #3
Source: Review by Request
Copy Provided by Publisher
My Rating: 4.5 of 5 Stars

The viciously attractive Mark, with the unfaltering smile, has a day of endurance planned for Jenny that the devil himself would find challenging. His artful temperature play has her screaming, his anal dilators have her howling and a ride in the sybian’s saddle leaves her virtually unconscious, but the day is far from over. A group of ladies, with wandering fingers, are given the task of transforming Jenny into a sweet, submissive little pony who will be left looking ‘hot to trot’ in no time at all.

After an exhausting day of training, Jenny has only escape or rescue on her mind. Alas, escape is rather difficult when you’re naked, dressed in thigh high pony boots and have your hands immobilised in leather mittens which are clipped behind your back. Besides, escape isn’t all that important – not when you’re desperate for your next orgasm, it isn’t.

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Saddle up for more smokin’ hot Pony Play!

“…If you play nicely around here you are rewarded with pleasure. If you play nasty, you are rewarded with pain. The way you’re going, my dear little Miss, you’re in for plenty of the latter and not a great deal of the former. Now it seems that my Mr Adorable persona isn’t working for you. Let’s take it a step further then, shall we? It’s time to meet Mr Damn-Fucking-Awful. Buckle your seatbelt, filly, because you’re in for quite a ride!”

And what a ride it was!

I officially have a crush on Master Mark – his single-minded focus while training Jenny was a total turn-on, in spite of (or perhaps because of?) all the delicious torture inflicted on little Jenny in this episode of the Pony Tales series.

Master Mark had one impressive bag of tricks to draw from. So many toys and implements for breaking his new pony.

And poor Jenny – she’s finally starting grasp the fact that escape from Albrecht Stables will be nearly impossible. Nobody is coming to rescue her… In fact, she learns that her own father arranged for her stay at this twisted little prison…

We met several new characters in this book, and while their parts were rather brief, I look forward to seeing more of each of them in the future. C.P. Mandara has an impressive ability to write out secondary and tertiary characters with enough detail to intrigue, but not so much as to seem overdone.

But enough about that! Let’s get back to the stars of the show:

Jenny Redcliff

Her body was beginning to enjoy the intense brand of stimulation and it hungered for more of the same. She was beginning to understand that the pain, torment, and humiliation simply added spice to the final result.

Jenny was brought to Albrecht Stables against her will – a spoiled heiress sent to pony girl training by her father. We begin to see glimpses of the ‘how’ and ‘why’ of her father’s decision in this book, and I can’t wait to read on and discover the whole story.

In this episode Jenny goes head-first into intense pony training – muscle control, anal training, sensory play, and all sorts of lovely torture at the hands of the beautiful Master Mark – a man she either wants to murder or fuck silly depending on the moment.

The really scary thing for our reluctant pony is that she’s beginning to enjoy a great deal of what’s being inflicted upon her… Though she isn’t really being given any time to reflect on it…

Master Mark

Watching his filly suffer under his capable hands, Mark fought to control his arousal. This one was going to test his honed willpower to the max. Fortunately, the end result would be all the more pleasurable because of it. Rarely did a pony arouse him quite this badly, but he had to admit that he wanted her.

What a Dom! Master Mark sets about training his new filly with an enthusiasm that will leave you panting.

Mark knows he has is work cut out for him with Jenny, but he doesn’t cut her an inch of slack. If he can bring this spoiled girl to heel, she will be magnificent… But it’s a tough road ahead…

Inventory of Kink:
– Humiliation
– Intimidation
– Non-Con
– Dub-Con
– Bondage
– Discipline
– Lots of Anal Play
– Sensory Play
– Edging
– Forced Orgasms
– Exhibitionism…

There’s something captivating about this series – Yes, the delicious kinkiness in there in spades, but there’s something beneath the surface which gets a little clearer with each book… There’s some behind the scenes maneuvering which pushed the MCs together…

I guess we’ll just have to keep reading to find out the whole story…

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Excerpt

Inside the privacy of the tiled wet room, Mark laid out his implements of torture with precision and care. He would begin with an anal douche, filled with a mixture of mineral water and lubricant. It would ensure that she would be nice and slick for the lengthy session he had planned. Then he had a set of vibrating anal beads, which he would slowly work in and out of her, widening that little hole of hers to its greatest potential. A couple of stainless steel lollipop probes would be used later, in combination with a bucket of iced water and the radiator for some interesting temperature play. In order to bring the colour of her backside back to full crimson glory, he’d use a set of anal dilators and his riding crop. It would be her first lesson in muscle control and should be entertaining. They’d finish in the training room with the sybian, his cock and a wickedly ridged, pyramid butt plug. Mark found his mood improving considerably with each item he prepared. The last vision of her being flung to and fro from the saddle of the sybian, while deep throating his cock and taking as much as she could of the pyramid-shaped plug in her ass, almost had him salivating. He shouldn’t be. She was untrained, would probably give the sloppiest of blow jobs and her gag reflex would be annoying. Unfortunately, he didn’t think she’d need to work him over too hard because he’d been dying to shove his cock into her pretty little face all day. Whether it was because she was Redcliff’s daughter or just that she had a little bit of spirit and the looks to go with it, remained to be seen. Feeling uncharacteristically frisky, with his cock twitching in his tight breeches, Mark decided he was ready to go and fetch his prey.

When the door swung open again, Jenny jumped as he assaulted her eardrums with barked commands.

‘Move. This way.’ Looking up, she could see that he was holding the door open for her and his expression was not pleased. She shuffled forward on all fours with surprising speed. There was a mean look in his narrowed eyes that would not be argued with. When she reached the threshold of the smaller room, he pointed to an oddly shaped mesh steel chair, positioned at the rear. She didn’t need to be told that he expected her to climb into it. The curved chair had been contoured with a dip for her shoulders and head, a raised bump for her back to be pushed up onto and shallow holes for her feet, which would position her in a widely exposed, splayed manner. When she had positioned herself as well as she was able, due to the restrictive nature of the cuffs, she found it was strangely comfortable, although that didn’t do much for her general equilibrium. That was because Jenny way eyeing the room carefully, taking in the dazzling white tiles, the sterile-looking steel cupboards and surfaces and the clinical halogen lighting above, which gave a faint buzz every now and again to unsettle its occupant. As Mark’s back was towards her, she couldn’t see what he was fiddling with on the countertop and she had a feeling that was for the best.

When Mark returned his attention to her and his eyes slowly travelled up the length and breadth of her naked body in a dispassionate fashion, she felt herself tremble. Jenny found she liked arctic Mark far less than his smiling, smirking twin brother. The frigid wave of ice emanating from him sent a chill through her spine. Mark’s whole demeanour had turned glacial and the man could teach icebergs a thing or two about freezing. He began to remove each of her cuffs, one by one, and not once did his eyes meet hers. Finally, she was unfettered, but it was not to last.

Mark pulled his penknife from his pocket and unsheathed the blade for the second time that day. He noted, dryly, that his little trainee didn’t shrink away from the sight this time. So, she thought she had the measure of him? Well, they’d have to see about that. Collecting a large bundle of soft, white, bondage rope, he began sawing through it, creating two long lengths and two shorter ones. Then he went to work.

So much for 50 seconds of freedom, Jenny thought sardonically. After he’d finished with the rope, she was trussed up tighter than a Christmas turkey and her legs were definitely not meant to be bent in this way. The rotten man had fastened a long length of rope to each of her ankles and brought her legs up backwards, to be tied at the top of the chair, on either side of her face. The rope was slotted through the small squares of the mesh and knotted on the underside. Her arms had been tied with shorter lengths, just above each ankle. Great, a little light basting and she’d be good to go. As soon as the thought popped into her head, Mark produced something cylindrical which featured a nozzle. You have got to be joking. What next, the oven? She quickly discovered, however, that the concertinaed tube of liquid in his hands was not for basting...

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Christina Mandara was born in the UK, but has spent most of her life travelling the world. She speaks three languages and has been chiefly employed in the fields of finance and travel. Her favourite city is Sydney and her favourite holiday destination is the south of France.
She loves keeping fit and enjoys running, cycling and water sports. No, not those kinds of water sports; think surfing or sailing. That doesn’t mean that she doesn’t enjoy BDSM in all of its glorious forms, be that pony girls, bondage, edge play, orgasm denial or a damn good spanking. Her favourite item in the toy closet (a box simply isn’t big enough) is her riding crop.
In her spare time she’s usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much she’s one of few woman who wouldn’t mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you’ll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies.
Those in the BDSM world might wonder whether Ms Mandara is a top or a bottom. Is she currently training a herd of pony boys or is she stabled up, in full leather tack, with the pony girls? It’s a good question. Answers on a postcard please…
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2 thoughts on “C.P. Mandara – Hot to Trot (Review & Excerpt)

  1. Thank you the amazing review Shurrn 🙂 Adore the first gif… where did you get that LOL??? And as to the tough road ahead… well, it wouldn’t be any fun if it were easy, right? Have a fabulous week 😀 xox

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    • I’m glad you enjoyed the review, but I’m trilled you liked the GIF – I’m like a GIF magpie, I collect various images and hope to find use for them in future reviews…. but THAT one I saw and knew immediately that I had to use it in conjunction with your lovely series.
      xoxoxox

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