Am I a ‘true submissive? Am I ‘real’?
I apologise for any mistakes in today’s blog post – it’s hard to write when wearing hoof mitts. I’ve been in pony lockdown since one of my trainers took possession of my keys on Sunday evening. I didn’t mean to splash her, honest! Miss, if…
Pony play is about trust.
The trust that your Mistress is smart to guide you with the reins.
The trust that She can take care of you and lead you in the right directions.
The trust that She will correct you with the crop if and when necessary.
The trust that you will not let Her feet touch the ground :D
Yes, pony play is a form of total surrender where the horse human mind merges with her Owner and his own pain is pleasure and pleasure is pain
"Have you ever wondered what it might be like to become the creature you just rode for two hours?" remarked Greg, as he slipped in behind Julie and fondled one of her lovely breasts, its nipple already hard. "You mean become the horse?" laughed Julie. "Greg that’s impossible."
Greg just smiled, and Julie saw that he was dead serious. “How can I be made to feel like the animal I just had between my legs?” Greg kissed the nape of Julie’s neck, and continued with his dissertation, “By letting me transform you into a Pony Girl. Within twenty minutes I can have you harnessed, fitted with a bit in you mouth, sporting a tail between your ass cheeks and hooves upon your feet. You would have the ultimate experience of being transformed into a beast of burden. And when its all said and done, and you have pulled a sulky and felt the reins guiding your every movement, you will be twice as horny as you are now, that is if you’re up to the challenge?”