We'd talked before about training. You wanted to be trained to come on command, to stand and submit for me in front of an audience. And I want everything to do with pony play, including harnessing you to a horse and cart and taking you shopping. No, really. At any rate, you enjoy pony play, you sought it out, sent me teasing texts asking for more, signing yo...
As we travel over the distance seeking one another, my fingers entwine themselves in your long black mane pulling you closer, our lips brushing, our cheeks caressing, my breathing labored from the feelings of love and hunger. I arrive at your home while the dew is still moist on the ground and the darkness fades from the star light sky. You're sleeping and...
My eyes snapped open and I groaned in pleasure as my climax started. "You said that you did not want to sleep too long," Sonia told me as Marta greedily swallowed my load. "Periwinkle told us we only had half an hour before we had to put on our seat belts for landing, so I helped get you close and Marta finished you off." I reached down and stroked Marta's...
Chapter Three Pony Girls The slave was tired. It was well into the afternoon and she'd been suspended for several hours. The ben wah balls had stopped vibrating; their batteries exhausted. She missed the pleasure they'd provided, even though that was a torture as well; being aroused without orgasm. All her muscles ached now. She knew she wasn't being hurt,...
Joseph fumbled with his clothes, his underwear tangled in his pants, with his hands unable to fully open. Stepheni watched as his hard on as it bounced around with each step, still fully erect even after his hour or so session as her naked pony boy. She had never felt that much of a rush before. It wasn't just Jo's size and physical strength, it was the feel...
I was silently fuming as Marina worked the kinks from my lower back. Her oil slick palms and roughly digging fingertips worked the tension out slowly. The room was scented a deeply, rich with lavender and dragons breath from the incense burner cradled on a low bench in front of the massage table. I expelled a short “ugh” as Marina continued deeply stroking m...
It's always too long between sessions for us. I may be reconciled to that, but it doesn't make it any easier for me. There are others that I play with (as you know, I like teasing you with the knowledge), but you are the only person that I indulge in pony play with. It's not that no-one else would allow me to harness them. There are very few submissives...
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The afternoon class was in a different room to the morning one. My classmate (who I had learnt was Asha and she was from Mauritius on the way to class) and I were the last to arrive. All the others were kneeling in total silence in position 1, so we both got down into the same position and waited for our teacher to arrive. Our teacher arrived after we had b...
A gag can be uncomfortable to the uninitiated. It’s not simply a matter of something to keep you quiet, although of course it does that too. It makes it harder to breathe, can hurt your jaw, and indeed, for the less strong willed slave can degrade you thoroughly, depending on the type. There's a huge range of styles from your silk scarf through to the rubber...