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I am always a little reluctant to proclaim my own achievements too loudly.
So I offer this, 'warts and all account' to get across a flavour of what pony-play can involve, with permission
It happened one weekend in October 2008: Horsing Around
Sarah Berry always thought she was a good ride.
That was until she attempted to achieve 'pony space'
Photos and artwork: Blossom - but you'll have to see the mag. for that!
Anyone who read the last Desire Presents BDSM may remember me crawling round naked, but for a collar and paws, atop a mountain somewhere in Wales.
No, this wasn't for some bizarre satanic ritual. I was, in fact, being a puppy on one of Sir Guy Masterleigh's puppy/pony play weekends.
unlike puppy play, pony play is somewhat insular
I had so much fun playing fetch drinking from a dog bowl and lying in the sun. And, judging by the gratifying look in Sir Guy's eyes, he enjoyed it, too. But five hours of being a puppy was enough for one weekend. So on the second day, having nothing better to do, I thought I'd try my hand at being a pony.
Pony Space
I'd already spent a good few hours watching Sir Guy's string of ponies endlessly pull their drivers around the mountain in little two-wheeled carts called sulkies. Unlike puppy play, where the animal continuously vies for attention and relishes the pats it receives from its trainer, pony play is somewhat insular. There's the occasional whinny, stamping of feet and naughty bolt when left untethered, but mainly the pony goes where it is directed and, when tied up to moor, they just stand there looking gormless. It certainly didn't seem as much fun as being a puppy.
it's about shutting off and being subservient
However, my driving companion from London, Tall Trixie, absolutely raved about being a pony. When I'm really enjoying pony play I'm not thinking in terms of how people normally think I'm in "pony space".'
I guess that this is the equine equivalent of sub space and when I ask her more about it she throws her head back and lets out a joyous laugh. That's Silver Spark's term for a state of mind when you're ponying. It's being in the here and now and not thinking about the consequences of anything. It's just going along and doing. If you get tied up and left somewhere you're just tied up and left somewhere. You just stand and watch the world go by and it's very nice. And you get harnessed up and you pull your driver and it's very rewarding in that it means absolutely nothing.'
But is it a turn-on? 'It's not sexy at all,' says Tall Trixie. "The imagery is, there's no doubt about it. There's no end of artwork that is specifically attached to pony play. Blossom does beautiful erotic artwork [some of which is adorning these pages]. To a large extent the actual reality is not associated with the imagery. I enjoy imagining myself in the harness but when I'm there it's about shutting off and being subservient.'
'So it's more about meditating than play?' I asked.
'Surely driving miles out of the city with a load of complicated equipment that takes hours to set up is a lot of effort for something you could achieve by smoking few naughty cigarettes and going Ohm"?'
Tall Trixie laughed again. 'Oh, no I love to play. I run around and I'll make Master chase after me when he's got my harness ready and can't find me. And it's known fact that you go to put a saddle n a horse and he inflates himself so you can't tighten the girth up properly. They will try their best to stymie you. 'But I am a workhorse some players are show-jumping ponies, others are for dressage. But I like to be worked hard. I drew a plough with another pony in Norway once. We ploughed a couple of rows. It was rather good looking at what we'd done afterwards. I'd have loved to do it all day but I think the others around were getting bored. And the person doing the ploughing was finding it rather strenuous constantly pulling and pushing us to keep the furrows in a straight line.'
I can't imagine I'd ever get a thrill from transporting heavy loads. While Tall Trixie is a tall, strong girl, I'm a dessert-loving midget.
At the Kinkfest fair, where I first met Sir Guy, he had said, 'To be a pony don't have to be fit, but it helps. Strong legs help; upper-body strength is surplus weight. You need middle distance or marathon runner fitness, good legs. heart and lungs. Nice breasts and bum are good, too.'
Well, while my bum and boobs are passable, this was certainly not going to be walk in the park.
Ifs and butts
After being so naked the day before, and as it was raining, I felt I could justify wearing PVC. Sir Guy was fine with this and I felt a lot better knowing that I was going to be playing in comfort.
That was until Subtrainer, an experienced Dom and a pony trainer, put the wind up me.
Have you got a butt-plug?' he asked cheekily.
'Er, no,' I replied blushing.
The whole butt-plug tail thing does divide animal players and, thankfully, when I asked Sir Guy about this he seemed not so bothered about plugging his steeds especially not for long-term play.
'I prefer not, at least the usual sort: it just looks so "wrong" coming straight out of the anus,' he said. They almost always fall out and when they do the pony usually has their hands secured and guess who gets to pick them up?'
Adds Tall Trixie, 'The problem with butt-plugs is everybody gets turned on by the idea but the reality is quite uncomfortable and rather messy at some points. I have a very fine internally fit-able tail, which I quite enjoy but wear very rarely because it's essential to have a good shower and bath facility close at hand, which you don't get on the mountain. If I wear one I shower immediately after playing when I take everything out otherwise it's quite unpleasant."
I enjoy it in much the same way people enjoy driving a car fast
Chomping At The Bit
So it was time to saddle up. To get me into puppy mode the previous day, Sir Guy had blindfolded me while he undressed and collared me. He'd said that this would help me get in role. But there was no such drama attached to becoming a pony, partly because the harnesses are so fiddly.
'We usually have to take them on and off ourselves," says Tall Trixie. 'Keeping my hair out the way is difficult and I don't think Master has the patience.'
As Blossom helped Sir Guy with my harness, he quickly ran through what I had to do in an emergency. Basically you get as close to the ground as you can and your driver will stop play and release you straightaway.
I enjoyed being under the control of my handlers as they pulled my arms behind me, feeling the slight pull I felt in my shoulders, which would be heightened when the sulky was attached.
"So what's in it for you?' I asked as Sir Guy pulled the harness up between my legs.
'I guess I enjoy it in much the same way as many people may enjoy driving a car fast, or sailing a dinghy: it's not directly sexual,' he replied.
I raised my eyebrow and smiled.
A red-faced Sir Guy stuttered, 'With an attractive pony-girl there is an extra frisson of excitement. But I only really get aroused if I find her attractive and know she's sexually available too.'
And so I chatted away, a mixture of nerves and excitement. That was of course until they put the bit in my mouth. God, it was awful. I felt like I was back at the orthodontist again you know, when they make a mould of your teeth and your mouth is filled with this pink goo and you can't breathe. For some reason, having your mouth clamped open makes your saliva glands generate loads of spit. Soon I was dribbling rather heavily. But I couldn't wipe my mouth as my hands were belted behind my back. I hadn't felt this undignified since... Well, actually, since the previous day when I was a puppy pissing in front of Sir Guy!
The sulky was tied to the harness and Sir Guy climbed on and took the reins. 'Walk on,' he said and gave the reins a shake.
So I leaned forward, pushed against the floor with my foot and, with a huge heave, got the sulky moving. After this initial "oomph" the sulky moved surprisingly smoothly along the grass.
Losing Track
I felt Sir Guy pull my right rein so I turned right. I wasn't sure but I think I felt the left rein go. I faltered, then he did it again more definitely and I took a sharp left.
'Whoa! Don't be so juddery. Relax and feel the reins," he instructed.
I found it very difficult to work out exactly where Sir Guy wanted me to go.
And after being told that I was thinking too much, my Master decided to blindfold me.
I quickly became disorientated and tried to clear my head and think of nothing but the force that was guiding me.
After almost walking into a tree I began to get the hang of it.
At some point Sir Guy pulled both the reins and shouted 'Whoa!', bringing me to a halt.
I could hear a new driver getting in, though l had no idea whom it was. Anytime I've indulged in a sexual/BDSM act before, I usually pay some sort of heed to the person playing with me well, it's only polite. But now, this anonymous driver was getting some sort of controlling thrill out of using me and seeing me obey their command.
this anonymous driver was getting some thrill out of using me
'What a slut I am,' I giggled to myself, causing even more spit. After an inestimable period of time the blindfold came off. Sir Guy took over the reins and I did a few more circuits of the course.
"What should we call her?' Sir Guy asked Tall Trixie. who had finished playing and was watching me amused.
After a bit of thought, Tall Trixie shouted, "What about Strawberry?'
I guessed, like Rusty, my puppy name, this was a reference to my bright red hair.
I loved it and. as I didn't have any other means of expression, I ran at Tall Trixie, dragging Sir Guy behind me, and nuzzled her with my head.
'Good Strawberry,' she said with a laugh.
After all my exertions, Sir Guy took pity on me and steered me to the mooring post.
The sulky was removed and reins were tied up so I couldn't stray. l heard people talking tea was being made and they were asking about sugar. I did a few neighs and whinnies, hoping maybe someone feed me some much-needed caffeine.
Instead my bit was removed and water poured down my throat. After re-gagging me, Sir Guy decided to blindfold me again. Soon I was no longer listening to the chatter and had totally zoned out.
Eat like a horse
I was awoken from trance with a jolt. Someone was slipping some chocolate into my mouth, alongside the bit. I couldn't bite it, so I just manoeuvred it to the inside wall of my mouth with my tongue and left it to dissolve. Of course this made my mouth water even more. It was quite uncomfortable but tasted amazing.
"It's difficult to eat with a bit in your, that is a tricky one,' said Tall Trixie when I asked about it later. 'And it's really difficult to use a nosebag even without a bit. We do eat from bowls quite often.
After a while someone felt my hands to check I was okay.
'Ooh, she's getting a bit cold,' they said. A rug was placed aver my shoulders and I was left to my own devices again.
It was then I heard the swooshing. One of the trainers, I'm not sure which, was playing with the huge riding crops behind me. I tensed up as the noise came closer and closer. These crops are even bigger than me and I knew that a whipping from these would really hurt. But after what felt like an age the swooshing went away. Clearly this was just to scare me. And it certainly worked. My shoulders were now really sore after I'd tensed them up in the harness and I needed a wee.
Finally Sir Guy came up to me, removed the blindfold, and asked how I was. I couldn't really tell him being that my mouth was full and all but I gave him a mournful look.
He smiled and undid my bit. The play was over.
Did you enjoy that?' he asked as he took off the rest of my harness.
Yeah.' I said, 'I'm feeling a bit spaced." And then it hit me. "I'm pony spaced!' I exclaimed. I was beginning to understand what all the fuss is about.
I feel like i have a pony within me it's such a release
Also being unstrapped was Frisky, a rather svelte-looking pony. If I didn't know better, I would have thought she'd found some magic mushrooms in the grass. Her face had this strange, peaceful look about it and her eyes were totally glazed over as she stared into the distance.
'How was it for you?' I giggled.
'Oh, I love being.a pony,' she said softly. 'I think it's romantic, beautiful, wild... It's so free, you know?'
"Do you wish you were a pony?' I asked intrigued.
I feel like I have a pony within me, she said. 'Horses are beautiful. I like the way they can just gallop around the field on a trot and lift their tail in the air. I like to do that as well. It's such a release - getting a part of me out that was inside me.
Back To Reality
After packing all the sulkies, harnesses and camping equipment back into Sir Guy's Trailer we settled down for one final cup of tea.
Sir Guy pulled out a diagram and excitedly said to Subtrainer, 'I just wanted to get your thoughts on this.' The diagram was of a new form of tail attached to a non-slip butt plug. 'It has a rod going up the crease to the top, so the tail would emerge where it should.' Sir Guy enthused.
The two sat discussing modifications using their technical lingo and making adjustments in pencil. They looked just as aroused as they had been playing. Indeed, I believe that the whole pantomime of making and buying the equipment and assembling the sulkies is some form of of elaborate foreplay for these boys.
to do pony play, all you really need is a bit of rope for a bridle
Sir Guy admits, 'To do pony play, all you really need is a bit of rope or cord for a bridle, reins and harness. And if you do shoulder-riding or pickaback, you don't even need that, just steer with the heels or knees."
Tall Trixie and I left the two trainers to discuss this new plug, which would no doubt be made by Sir Guy in his workshop when he got home.
With a heavy heart we began the six-hour trip back to London with its deadlines, public transport and dogged sense of purpose. I hadn't missed it one bit.
Back at my desk a week later, I received an e-mail from Sir Guy telling me of his plans to set up a pack hunt next year. 'It will probably be more an Otter Hunt, not a Fox-hunt, as the huntsmen in an otter hunt are on foot, not mounted on horses. Of course we'll need a keen volunteer as the "otter".'
So if there are any keen otters out there, as well as any puppies, ponies, pigs, birds, worms or anything else you can think of, do get in touch with Sir Guy at guy@tawse.com or visit his website or his Yahoo group
I'll certainly be there, hopefully modelling one of Sir Guy's new non-slip butt-plugsl
Desire Presents BDSM Vol 1 No.6
Edited Sat 10 Jan 09, 8:05 PM by sirguym
| 10 Jan 09, 9:51 PM steve1966 6 yrs  |
A very interesting write up and its nice to see an "outsiders" view on it all. | |
| 11 Jan 09, 2:56 AM Demmie PT, 12 yrs |
Useful write up I am often asked about safe signals for pony play. "Throughout history, it has been the inaction of those who could have acted; the indifference of those who should have known better; the silence of the voice of justice when it mattered most; that has made it possible for evil to triumph." Haile Selassie, 1892-1975 | |
| 17 Feb 09, 10:36 AM LadyHAS 3 yrs |
after reading this i want to be a pony even more. Would be great to be totally free from everyday life even for an hr while being trained. | |
| 17 Apr 09, 5:30 PM sarah_berry UK(N), 4 yrs |
All I have to say is "Neigh!" xxx Edited 17 Apr 09, 5:33 PM by sarah_berry |
