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 ball, but once I found myself in a pony gag - a bit - it was a completely different experience; not least because of what went along with it...
His hands were surprisingly gentle as I felt the bit press between my teeth. It was leather, and cushioned somewhat, less hard on my teeth than some other styles. The slightly salty taste of the leather, warm and somehow sexual in itself and the delicious, animal smell of it gripped me immediately. Our 'games' had been working to this point for a long time. We'd started where most people with a curiosity about BDSM start, scarves, fluffy handcuffs. Bright colours and the novelty making them somehow less deviant, and I suppose they were. Of course what we did with them, the pleasure that we - my master and I - both felt solely due to the 'deviant' aspect of our play - made them a very different kind of novelty for us.
We'd worked our way through a variety of different playthings, researched what was out there and what we could try. Bondage websites, Sex shops, even fanclubs filled with devotees of various areas of adult play, none were safe from our browsing. We wanted to learn and taste and see it all, working our way up, one baby step at a time, careful not to miss anything.
There was never any great question of me taking the submissive role in the relationship. In the beginning, while we were still fooling around with our play, my Master had quickly fallen in love with the idea of having an obedient slave to tend to his every beck and call. Equally easily, I'd fallen into the role of his plaything; although anyone who knew me in the outside world would have been shocked at how easily and readily I did as he asked... most of the time anyway. Sometimes, I just wanted to be punished.
Pony gear was a new adventure for us. My master, Tyler, had discovered it during his 'studies' and I could see from the way that his eyes lit up when he talked about it that he loved the idea of dressing me as a show pony. It was something I could understand, on the right pony, a gag and halter looked incredibly sexy.
When the bit was first placed into my mouth, I was fairly well prepared for it, the numerous gags we'd encountered in the past meant I knew how to breathe with it in and its shape made it surprisingly easy. It was when the halter went on as well that things got a little more interesting.
I was kneeling on the floor, naked except for a pair of thigh high patent leather boots and a blood red bustier that stopped just below my hips. My wrists were fixed firmly behind my back in leather shackles and I struggled to keep my balance as my master slipped the halter over my head. It constricted the movement of my mouth with a strip of leather under my chin and another across my forehead. I tossed my head so that he could see my displeasure - a good slave always knows to speak only when spoken to and a pony, of course, shouldn't speak at all. I felt him stroke my hair and rub my shoulders. We both knew that like anything it'd take a little getting used to. Although having my body confined had become second nature to me, headgear beyond a gag was still new to me and I wondered how quickly I'd become used to it.
My master pushed me forward so that I was leaning against the bed for balance, and I couldn't help but turn slightly to see what the next part of my outfit was. After all, After a bit and harness, maybe some reigns; wasn't that enough to turn me into a pony? I quickly found out, that we weren't yet done. Tyler came around the front of me to where I could see him and I watched him smearing lube onto a black butt plug. This in itself was not unusual, we had amassed quite a stash of plugs and dildos and strap-ons for various occasions, but this one I hadn't seen before.
It was a lot bigger than any of our other anal toys, and I felt myself wince involuntarily at the size of it. I'd never had anything that large penetrate my ass and just looking at it I felt a quick surge of panic flush through me. There was more to it though - the bottom end of it was not merely a handle like most of our other toys, this one was rather similar to a whip. Leather strips fell from it in a thick bunch and I saw it immediately for what it was. My tail.
I looked at my master, my eyes wild and started bucking and wriggling. In the position I was in, it was difficult to get up, move out of the way and in my panic, I tried to tell him through my gag that I did NOT want that inside me!
