His little Pony

Having loved all things equestrian since being a small child, i have to admit  i was intrigued and a little excited when my Master told me He wished me to train me as a ponygirl.    I was born in the year of the horse.. and whenever im asked to describe my favourite animal.. the horse is always without any doubt in my mind top of my list.   

Why?   Well..  when i think about my answer i think i can explain perfectly why at this point in my training my Master wants me to become His little Pony…   

Beauty, grace, elegance, strength..  but more importnantly,  the knowledge that such an intellegent, fiery creature would be mine to control and would respond willingly, beautifully to my every command..

My childhood pony was a beautiful chestnut arab mare called Ablaa .  She was the most beautiful thing i ever saw and i would spend hours grooming her, riding her and watching her in the field.  Every step she took her feet would prance and lift high,  her neck always arched delicately, head aloft,  ears constantly flickering this way and that as she listened to my every word.   Her paces were stunning, every movement perfect..  it was as if she knew her beauty, knew she was being watched. 

                                                                                      

How could i not long to be like such a stunning animal? How could i not.. as my Masters beast,  crave for him to look on me in the way in that way.. to think of me with such grace and beauty.. was it not part of His previous lessons?  Though still i wondered what it meant for me as a slave.. as a sexually submissive creature..

But as He pulled out the ponygirl items and began to dress me i felt the first tingles in my groin .. the stirings of arousal at what He was doing to me.  The harness slipped into place,  holding me tight in its leather grip,. a chastity belt snuggly fitted over my hips. dildo filling and stimulating me to keep me moist and ready for whenever Master should wish to use me.    He held aloft the tail, and my heart raced , such a sleek beautiful tail.. long and flowing.. attached so neatly to a smooth metal butt plug.    My insides flipped, i do so love anal play.. it is such a delicious naughty feeling tobe used anally, it makes me squirm, such a  dirty feeling to be played with in such a filthy way,  (i feel another post coming about this particular kink of mine. )  He made me bend over and coating me with thick lube pushed the plug inside .. the senstations were thrilling.. the feeling of the soft hair along the backs of my knees tickling and caressing .. the way it altered my stance.. my back arched to lift the tail high.. bottom thrust out.     

Finally he slipped on my bit gag, a smooth rubber bit held with leather securely fastened around my face.  The transformation was complete.    I was indeed a pony, an animal submitting to my Master.. i was completly in his control

The effect on me was subtle yet powerful. I think perhaps i have not conveyed it well to Him, that maybe when He reads this He may be suprised at the impact it had.   Something in my dressing gave me a different feeling of submission as if i truely were the animal i am equated to as a slave and the effect that had on my suprised body was one of such arousal it left me soaked and longing for His touch.     In making me a pony He has reminded me that my happiness, my health, my needs and my sexual fullfillment are fully in his power.  As a pony i must be beautiful or i may be whipped.. and i must rely on Him for everything.   

 

 

And so.. the pony girl ablaa has been brought to this world.  She is shy and not fully broken to her bit as yet, but with time, and the patience i know my Master has,  she will learn to be an elegant show pony.. as graceful and exquisite as the stunning arab mare she was named after..

Girl xxx