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!
In two quick steps Tyler was behind me and I discovered that the plug looked like a whip, yes, but it worked like one too and the slap of the tails against my ass burned. I continued to wriggle even after the first blow fell and it was followed by two more sharp, swift lashes. I felt myself shaking involuntarily just a little and tried to breathe deeply and remain calm.
I felt Tyler's fingers, wet and warm from the lube he'd be using on the tail probing at my asshole, as he slipped one and then two inside me. I started to relax a little more, telling myself this was fine, this I had done before, this was nothing unusual. A third finger caused my to moan softly under my gag, treading that fine line between pleasure and pain as he began to speed up his thrusting into my tight asshole. It seemed he tried to spread his fingers a little as it did it, preparing me to be penetrated by the monster plug. I felt him lean forward to kiss my shoulders lightly as a reward for attempting to correct my behaviour and was almost disappointed when he pulled his fingers from inside me.
It didn't last. I felt the large tip of my 'tail' press against my asshole and tried to relax. It didn't look like it'd be that much bigger than three fingers… how wrong I was. With one swift hard push that would've made squeal in pain without the gag (and indeed I tried it, futilely) I found myself shuddering; first from the size of the plug and then from the quick, stinging slaps for squealing. My first thought was maybe I could reach it with my wrists if I managed the right angle, but I soon felt more leather straps on my body, around each leg and one that lead up my back to my halter, making sure my tail was kept firmly in place. A final strip ran down my back and back up my front again and I felt his fingers against my wet cunt as he pulled it through. I could feel that as soon as I stood up, the angle of it would press against my clit, maybe not enough to get me off, but just enough to excite me, and I dreaded it, knowing that I didn't get properly satisfied unless I was a good slave.
My master grabbed me under the arms and pulled me to my feet. I felt him clip a leash to the back of my halter and jerk it slightly, pulling my head straight. With my tail in place, it was difficult to find a comfortable position. I squirmed, trying to find a position that worked and quickly felt a sharp pain against my upper thighs. Not only was I dressed like a pony; it appeared I would be whipped like one. My master walked around me, looking at the finished result, and I noticed a riding crop in his hand.
I watched him weave in and out of sight as he circled me, taking in the vision he'd created. I was what he'd wanted after all, a pony girl.
I struggled to remain still, eyes dead ahead. He finally spoke, for what seemed to be the first time in an eternity, more to himself than to his lowly pet. "I'd almost forgotten" and reached into his pocket. It was difficult to see what he held without looking directly at him, but it wasn't long before I found out.
