| What is my age: | 19 | |
| Where am I from: | Mexican | |
| Caters to: | Male | |
| My sex: | Female | |
| Hair: | Gray | |
| What is my figure features: | I'm quite strong | |
| My piercing: | None |
Scott stood nervously outside the door of the office; inside he could hear the voices of two women as the talked and chuckled here and there.
Strange, macabre, wonderful!
He ran his sweaty palms over his torso and felt the leather harness around him. With a brief sigh to center his mind, he allowed himself to think back over ponyplay stories last 6 months. Six months of pure bliss. He had first met Paula at work; in fact she was his supervisor.
The two actually hit it off quite well, and soon began to spend some time after work enjoying drinks and talking late into the night. As their friendship grew Paula told him of her second job, of being a professional Dominatrix at a fairly expensive place here in downtown Chicago.
Scott was a little nervous at first, he was a computer geek, what did he know about BDSM? However he did know that he had always had a love and fantasy of ponyplay. It was something that had aroused him for as long as he could remember.
But he trusted Paula, she was a cool level headed Supervisor and she was quite attractive. She had gorgeous red hair and emerald green eyes, but it was her calm and yet dominant personality that drew him like a magnet. Her offer had been the best thing he ever accepted. Scott was in fairly good shape, and fairly strong, so being a pony for such a lovely dominatrix was easy.
Paula had bought him some custom knee p, a bridle even a leather harness for those times she wanted him to pull her in a cart.
Original stories about ponyplay and female domination, by stevenpony
It was part adult toy store, and part scene play. Paula was a dominatrix who specialized in pet and pony play, so she often got clients who wanted to be trained and used by her as her pets. Scott always loved when Paula wore her severe and elegant English riding outfit.
The white breeches that clung to her shapely hips, the red hunting jacket, the tall shiny riding boots and those wonderful English spurs. The first time he had seen her come sauntering into the room wearing that he had felt a surge go through him he had never felt before. So very good.
Original stories about ponyplay and female domination, by stevenpony
He had obeyed instantly, sinking down to his hands and knees, keenly aware of the rubber bit in his mouth, the leather reins dangling on the floor. Paula had walked around him, studying him as she took her crop and began to stroke it over his body. He could not take his eyes off her shapely legs and those boots that circled around him, the spurs reflecting the light of the room.
After a few more moments of scrutinizing him, she finally swung her leg over him and settled herself astride his back. She felt his muscles easily support her weight and she now leaned a bit forward as she allowed her full weight to sink into him. She bought up her knees so her boots were right against his strong hips, the ponyplay stories against the skin but not digging into him. Not yet. Taking her time, she gathered the reins putting just enough pressure on his mouth so he was aware of his rider in all ways.
He knew she was a good rider, knew she had real horses but to feel her now on his back so confidant, in control so elegant it nearly drove him crazy. What he had always wanted was about to come true, and it thrummed along his nerves and muscles like a primal beat.
Steering him to the far side of the large room she began to ride him, allowing his muscles to warm up at the walk. The whole time he was acutely aware of her atop him, the way her body moved in synchronicity with his, the way her spurs would occasionally give slight digs into his bare flanks. Sometimes she would tighten her thighs around his ribs or shift around atop him as if seeing how well he compensated for the changes in her position.
After a few minutes of simply walking, he suddenly felt the spurs dig in much harsher into his sides, as the crop came down on his ass. He again obeyed and began to move beneath her. His mind was on the verge of total joy as he felt her atop him, she was actually posting in time with his trotting gait, and each time she rose or sat on him, those spurs would dig in his sides keeping him moving.
If he slowed, the crop would come down sharply on his ass. Bad, trot! Finally she reined him up and allowed him to walk again, working any kinks out of his muscles. Besides, I will have an exercise routine to get you into that will build up your stamina. Even though Scott was tired, even though sweat was already beading across his body he knew he would give everything he had to please her! It took him a few seconds to get the right rhythm, to coordinate his hands and knees to indeed canter beneath her, but her spurring and lashing him with that crop certainly helped him find out how to do it quickly.
After awhile time began to have no meaning for him, all he ponyplay stories was that Paula rode him as professionally as any equestrienne rider. Her spurs would keep him moving or her crop would direct him where she wanted him to go.
Let me feel you, let me feel you take me for a ride! He knew he was coated in sweat now, but still he kept his muscles working beneath her as Paula rode him, her hips sliding back and forth across his back.
Are you Ok? She gave him a light kiss to the top of his head and took the bridle off of him.
Her touch was so comforting and kind he felt his soul glow in contentment within him. So skillful was her touch he had almost fallen asleep beneath her! Scott came out his wanderings a moment as he unconsciously slid his hand up to his neck where a buttery soft collar was around his neck.
He had indeed been totally happy here, every weekend he shed the trappings of humanity to serve Paula as her steed in whatever way she wanted. Sometimes several Mistresses would ride him, or sometimes female clients would want to hire him to be their pony, and he would indeed pour his heart and soul into it. Whether it was pulling them in a cart, letting them ride his shoulders, or carrying them on all fours.
While he and Paula had indeed had sex a few times, it was always when he was not in his ponyboy persona, a few times in private she had ridden him totally naked and used her hands to bring him to an explosive orgasm, but just being ridden and used by these wonderful women was the true mind-blowing aphrodisiac that soothed his ponyplay stories.
So perhaps it was not with too much surprise when Paula had pulled him over 2 weeks ago after a tough day at the Leather Glove. He nodded at her, a part of him was nervous though, was she going to be ending this wonderful relationship they had? So ingrained in his heart and soul to please her and be rewarded by her.
He enjoyed taking care of her. Finally after a few minutes she almost reluctantly pulled her legs away and looked at him again. House Chana, run by Mistress Chana Kenshai. They specialize in nothing but Ponyplay, serious ponyplay. They have a lot of connections, with trainers and networks worldwide. And you do have 3 weeks of vacation time coming, you do work awfully hard.
Do you think I am not seriously into this enough?
Damn it, it runs so deep I can feel it coming off you in waves. If you like it, who knows.
Maybe you will go back and forth for more training or maybe I can get you transferred over to MicroCorp over in LA. I would hate to lose my best engineer, but I like you. I really do, I want you to have an opportunity to live your dreams. A week later he had met the aforementioned Chana Kenshai as she visited Chicago.
She was absolutely gorgeous, her skin a radiant glow with long dark hair that came to the middle of her back. She wore expensive jewelry and had a face as compelling as the most attractive Asian woman he had ever seen.
But it was her sheer charisma and personality that rattled him to the very depth of his core. She glowed with the power of the sun, and he could see the total command and presence of her force of will in her eyes. While she was tiny compared to him, he suddenly felt as if she was the most powerful woman he had ever seen. Paula had put him through his paces on all fours as Mistress Chana sat and watched the way a horse buyer might watch an expensive horse at auction.
A part of Scott so wanted to feel that powerful woman on his back, but she made no move to ride him. At one point Mistress Chana came up to him with a crop in her hand and taking his bridle she guided him to his two feet. Any questions she had she asked Paula directly, as if Scott was not even there.
