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	Lying on the bed was her black leather body harness, her wrist cuffs and a new addition to their collection of BDSM gear, a bit gag. She picked up the gag and placed it in her mouth leaving the leather straps dangling down. She bit on it and rubbed her tongue over it. Though the bit was made of rubber the taste was not unpleasant and there was just enough give in it so as not to hurt her mouth. She felt butterflies of excitement building within her. She laid the bit back on the bed and proceeded to undress as she had been told to. “Tie your hair back” He had told her before sending her to the bedroom. She had started tying it at the nape of her neck but her Master had instructed her to put it in a high ponytail. The penny had not dropped until she saw the bit gag. It was something that they had talked about, something she had found too silly for words but now they were going to try pony play. It had been almost six months previously when on a long journey, to alleviate the boredom, submissive had suggested a game of Pervy Alphabet. To humour his already bored submissive he agreed. “I’ll start, A is for Asphyxiation” She said triumphantly with a wide grin on her face. They both enjoyed the fun and immense sexual high they got from this type of play. “B is for Butt plugs, big humongous ones up your pretty little arsehole.” He grinned as he pulled out to overtake another lorry. “C is for clit” and so the game went out with jokes and comments making them laugh, but also making them horny. “O is for Orrible mean Master” she said after giving some thought to the letter O and not coming up with anything. “That doesn’t count, its Horrible Mean Master” try again or I win submissive and you will have to take the consequences of losing the game. “Consequences? Hold on no one said anything about consequences” “Oh did I forget to mention it? Silly me” he said with a grin “If you lose I get to give you one stroke of the cane for every letter left in the alphabet” “ORAL” she shouted out “Oral sex, now there is something you have to agree is really good” she gave a sigh of relief. “P is for pony-girl, now there is something we have not tried” He said very matter of fact. She could not help it, she started laughing. ”Oh yes, me prancing around the living room with a mop up my arse, eating polo mints. I can really see the appeal of that.” As she noticed that her Master was smirking at her antics but not joining in with her ridiculing of the idea of pony play her laughter lessened. “Are you serious?” she asked. “To be honest I have never thought about it apart from how lovely they look, but come to think about it maybe I do like the idea of you being nothing more than an animal for me to treat as I want.” “You do treat me as you want” came her reply “You are my submissive who I love. No matter how hard we play or no matter what we do I always have your interest at the forefront of my mind, you are a person who I love. Now if you were a pony, would I feel that same way? Yes I would love my pet but would it be the same? Also if you were a pony you would be helpless to look after yourself and you would be totally dependant on me looking after you, but you find it all silly so lets forget about it. Ok your turn you have Q” The game and the journey continued but it was pony play that stuck in submissives mind. Pony play was something that Master had thought about for some time and wanted to introduce His submissive to. He knew that she would find it difficult to get into the headspace that was required as she thought it all rather silly. He knew that he needed to give her time to get used to the idea. He had set the ideas and the mind set of how it would work for them. The silly word game had been the ideal opportunity to sow the seeds and see how it would grow. It had sparked something off in her mind that she could not stop thinking about. It was the idea of a pony being totally dependant on their Master; total dependency for a space of time. Normally submissive would always be thinking and doing anything she could to please her Master, did he want a drink? Would he like her to give him a back rub? Even when she was tied and being played with, she still felt like she was giving as she was submitting to his will. Would this feel different as a pony? She went looking for pictures and articles on the Internet, all the pony-girls and boys all looked so fit, healthy and young. She was not fit and at 40 she no longer considered herself young. She could not find much that talked about the headspace, it was more about pulling Master or Mistresses around in carts. She could not really see how it would work for them. Over the following months the topic came up time and time again. Submissive no longer laughed or skitted at the idea but asked serious questions. The one that came up most was “what exactly is pony play?” His answers were all general and rather vague. It was only in time when the conversation turned from “what do others do” to “what would we do?” did he start elaborating on his previous answers. He had reassured her that not all ponies pulled carts or wore saddles. He told her that if they ever tried it then it would be their way and not conforming to what others do. This made her even more curious. What did Master mean when he said “Their way”? One night whilst looking on the web He called her over. On the screen was pony-girl gear. Beautiful bridles with plumes of red and purple, bit gags, reins, pony hoof shoes, real horsehair tails and lots more. It all looked wonderful, but it was so expensive. “We could use your leather body harness and cuffs to start with, maybe just get a bit gag. If we want to develop it more we could start looking at some of this stuff” He chatted on not pushing, but carefully watching her response. The more they looked the wider her eyes opened. He could see that it was time to take her hand and see if she would make a pony. As she undressed He entered the room and picked up her harness. They had used the harness for bondage and suspension work. It had been made to measure so that it fitted submissive well. She stepped into the harness; it fitted between her legs spreading out over her firm buttocks and her soft belly. It criss crossed in at the waist and then outlined her ample breasts. It was secured with buckles and though leaving most of the body naked, it emphasised her breasts and buttocks. It also gave good strong points for use in bondage. Her leather wrist cuffs were attached and with the use of snap hooks, her cuffs were joined to the harness at either side of her waist. “Pony’s don’t have hands. So yours are not to be used” He said gently and He moved around his submissive admiring her body but watching carefully her reactions. He pulled out a lightweight travel blindfold and slipped it over her eyes. “Hey blinkers” she started with great bravado “but I thought pony’s were supposed to see where they are walking” before she got her final word out she felt a sharp sting to her right thigh from a crop. Her head spun around in the direction of her Master, but his sharp instructions of “Pony stand still” came along with a further hard sharp slap on the buttocks from the crop. She froze, butterflies started dancing in her stomach as the sting from the crop melted into warmth. With the blindfold on she felt more vulnerable but found it easier to take direct orders. Her Master knew her well. She stood still and straight. Gently he put the bit to her mouth, she opened willingly and he tied it firmly in place. Without speaking he pulled her shoulders back and lifted her chin. She accepted his direction and held the elegant posture. She felt something on her leg but instead of moving she remained still. It was soft and tickled. He attached a real horse hair tail to the back of her harness. It fell to just below her knees and the dark almost black colour matched her real hair beautifully. He stroked the tail. As he did do he watched her cheeks turn pink as she realised what he was doing. “You are a beautiful pony” he said gently. She bowed her head slightly then returned it to the proud posture she had been put into, swishing her hair tied up in a ponytail as she did so. He smiled, she was doing well and he was hopeful that this was going to be a new area for them both to enjoy. “Walk forward three steps” He spoke with authority and detachment. She did as she was told but tentatively. She could not see and was unsure what was on the floor around her. A sharp slap on her buttock and the word “faster” speeded up her movement. She did not know what had hit her; it was sharp but not a crop. There was a whooshing sound and her mind was racing. She guessed rightly at it being a type of riding whip. “Turn to your left and take six good steps, pony” His words were orders and she did as she was told, but again tentatively. Once more she felt the hard sting of the whip on her thigh then her buttock. “Come on pony, do as you are told. Don’t think, just do”. As soon as she completed the six steps the next order was given. ”Turn left, four steps then turn right and take five steps. Come on pony work it.” His voice was firm and any hesitation was met with sharp unyielding strikes from the whip. Over and over he gave simple orders. They started to include instructions for her to lift her knees higher when she walked, to keep her head up, her shoulders back. She was told to point her toes. All the time she was given simply movements to follow. ”Forward six steps turn left take four steps then stop.” Her mind was concentrating on her orders, she was trying hard to remember to point her toes, to pull her knees up, to keep her head up. Every time she hesitated or did not move as instructed the whip would remind her. Over and over, one set of orders followed by the next. She was totally disoriented as to which direction she was pointing in the bedroom or if she was even still in the bedroom. She had at no point touched any furniture or walls. She felt like she was in a large open space, if there had been a breeze she may have been in a field. Her legs and buttocks were hot as little red welts built up as she went through her paces. She no longer noticed them she was concentrating so hard on doing as she was told. He watched her with pride. She was working hard, moving without thinking, doing as she was told, taking instruction without question. He started to concentrate more on her movement and posture. ”Keep your back straight” he would order with another flick of the whip. He was enjoying the detachment of working with a pony rather than the woman he loved. He enjoyed the stern bark of the orders and the sharpness in which he used the whip. His pride grew as the time went on but was this just following instructions or was she really getting into the mindset of a ponygirl? “Stop pony and rest” his voice was gentle and at last she stood still but kept her posture well. She felt something getting put over her head. She could not stop herself from gasping with anticipation and pleasure as she realised her Master was putting a bridle on her. It was not easy to put the bridle on over the bit gag, but he did not want to take it off. He pulled her hair through the bridle, fastening it with strong buckles. It fitted over the nose and under her chin. It had leather blinkers on either side of her head and on the top there was a large purple feather plume. As he got it into place he positioned his pony in front of the full length mirror. Standing behind her he told her to close her eyes, she did so as he cut the elastic off the travel blindfold she had been wearing. He gently pulled it out from under the bridle. “You may open your eyes” He said and as she did so she saw her reflection in the mirror, the leather bridle outlining her face and the bright purple plume setting off the look. But it was her eyes that the Master saw. They were the eyes of a pony. He knew he had the pony girl he wanted.

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