Prologue

I was a student lawyer and my mentor, Sebastian de Veere, who became my lover and fiancée, introduced me to the sport of human pony racing. I fell for it - in a big way and pleaded with him to allow me to be one of them. I did and I did very well at it, too, winning many races for him (who became my nominal owner). I was trained at his cousin’s estate where Viscount de Veere had a number of his own ponies plus two ‘owned’ by Sebastian’s father who was the head of our law firm.

I was trained hard and displayed naked and suffered all manner of humiliations in the process but I revelled in them. But then I knew when I had had enough and after winning one final race for Sebastian, we agreed that after we returned to the estate (me still stark naked in the little dog-trailer used to transport us to the race meetings) we would be married. But I and my two companion ponies were kidnapped, crated up, drugged and shipped in the cargo hold of Prince Azeem’s private jumbo jet to Arabia.