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 yourself "pony." And so my ever fertile imagination began to explore ways that I could take you further into that fantasy.
In our relatively small city, there is no great fetish scene. No fabulous pony groups to join. So if I was going to set up my stable, it would be something I would need to do on my own. Starting with a companion or two for you.
You like to play with others. I hate it. I love it.
I hate it when you play with others in front of me. You belong to me, this is the one place that you do, I hate other people touching you, hate it when you react to their touch. Want to whip them away from you and throw them from my house. Hate it that you want it to happen, that I am not enough for you.
I love it when you play with others. You compete for my attention, you arch your back like a little cat in heat when I stroke you, you are more obedient, more submissive, more abandoned. I can be as cruel as I like to you and know that I will not lose control, because there is someone else there, a built in safety mechanism to prevent me doing or saying something that will damage you.
Yes, I'm conflicted. You're used to that. I've seen you with a few girls now. That stupid blonde slut, a brunette or two. But I've never played with another boy with you. Another thing we've talked about. You're not particularly interested in boys, except as a means to an end -- for your own pleasure. For that reason, and of course for my viewing pleasure, I look forward to seeing you with a cock in your mouth and arse. I will not introduce a dominant male to this relationship. Apart from the fact that I don't know any (grin). But a submissive or a switch, yes.
So I start the search. This city is small, but it's full of men and there is a great scarcity of dominant women. And very few who enjoy play the way I do.
And when I look at their profiles and read their pleading emails, I think of you. I need to control this process, otherwise I'd have you in front of a computer picking someone now. Should it be the tall, strong, tattooed switch? The smooth muscular brunette with the pretty face? Do I want to make you jealous, uncertain of your place, intimidated by their size?
Not really. You know very well I'm not really interested in anyone else, except as a toy. But I do like to fuck with your mind occasionally. A day comes along, like any other that you are free. For a nice change, you give me enough notice to make a phone call to someone who hastily cancels everything in their diary and "goes home sick."
You're at my door, it's been a while and you know that I want pony play, as do you. You ring the bell then hurry to my door. By the time I open my apartment door, you're kneeling outside it, head down.
"Come in slut -- or should that be pony?" You're inside and rubbing your body against my legs and I know the answer. Pony. You're trembling, just slightly and I hope that it's been a while since you came. I want this to be spectacular, so that you'll do it again.
"Into the bedroom, come on then."
I've laid your gear out, the catsuit, the groin harness with strap on attached, the bit and bridle with its blindfold. Another blindfold sits beside it, there will be a time very soon when I want your mouth accessible but your eyes hidden.
"Strip."
Your clothes come straight off, then I'm pulling you up onto the bed, on all fours, the perfect height as I lean forward against you. My hands start to roam around your arse, cock and balls, lightly teasing. Your cock is already dripping of course and as I pull just a little on your balls, you push your arse back towards me. It's very tempting to push your head down and use that strap on on you, now, myself, but I have something else in mind today.
Before I start anything -- and while I'm teasing you -- I have to ask you if you're ready for this. I could just assume that you really mean it when you say you'll do anything I ask, but I know all too well that's not been tested. After all, it's hardly a torture for you to lick some slut's cunt for me, or tie them up while I use my crop on them. In fact, I'd say that you probably enjoy it more than I do (see conflicted above). But this is different, I know you enjoy anything sexual, but a cock in your mouth and arse is not something you seek by choice.
"Pony, I plan to have someone else join us today."
You go very still. I'm not sure if it's the stillness of fear or excitement, but you're ungagged and unrestrained and you have the choice to go.
"If you don't wish this to happen, you need to tell me now. If you don't tell me anything, I will assume that you are ok with this."
Still silent.
"I will look after you, very carefully."
yes miss. A quiet assent, all I could ask. I'm melting into a puddle myself now.
"Do you remember your safe word? Will you promise me that you will use it if you need to? And if you can't talk, you will click your fingers?"
yes miss.
I feel between your legs, just in case. Your cock is soft but so wet. You may be scared -- of course I hope that you are, just a little -- but you're still aroused.
"Good. Today you will be wearing a blindfold. The person is no-one that you know, but someone that you may be playing with in future. He wants to be a pony one day."
Oh, that got a reaction. You turn around towards me and push your body against mine a little frantically. While I know that you are very aware of how important you are to me, I think the thought of my having another male pony has shocked you a little.
"Only if you want it pony, I thought you might want company sometimes. I'm looking at female ponies too, so don't be worried. You are always the one that I want."
Kissing you now, biting your lips, putting my fingers in your mouth as I drag your head back by the hair and bite your ear lobe, just hard enough to make you make a noise. I drag myself back to control like I'm dragging my oversexed sports car out of a spin. Gentle. I must be gentle.
I fucking hate being gentle. I console myself with the thought that the slut who is at this very moment speeding towards my place is enough of a pain slut for me to get rid of significant frustration this afternoon. And there's the other way of course.
"Pony, put your catsuit and strap on harness on, leave the zips undone so that I can put your tail in. And do it slowly for me, I want to enjoy the view."
You're complying and blushing at the same time. Being fucked in the arse with my fist doesn't make you blush -- except with excitement -- but being asked to dress for me does. I love the demented way that your mind works sometimes.
"Pony, I want you to find a pair of high heeled boots that fit and tell me what size they are and where I can buy them for you. The next time I see you like this, I want you properly shod." yes miss.
Yum. You've finished dressing and stand in front of me, looking delightfully depraved.
"On your hands and knees again. Actually, head on the bed, use your hands to present your arse to me properly."
Might as well remind you of what's going to happen very soon. I know that I have 15 minutes before that bell rings and at least 10 of those need to involve your tongue on my clit. Perfect view, really.
"Pony, I'm going to take a photo of this, I can't resist it. No-one can see your face, I'll be the only person that enjoys this and I will show you the photos before you go home."