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Pony play is something that has always interested me and we have 'messed about' with it over the years, never really focusing fully on it but rather incorporating it into scenes. However, in the last year, my eager and easy immersion into role during pet play led us to the natural assumption that taking pony play further would be pleasing for us both.
The last few weeks I have spent getting my tack together, including the cutest pair of rubber hoof mitts! Last night we went for it.
As I got myself ready I could feel my humanity slipping away and the equine mindset push forth. Ridiculous I know, but it pained me somewhat that I was unable to buckle my upper body and head harnesses myself and had to come downstairs and ask K to assist me – a pony can't speak you see 
. But then, as it was pointed out later, a pony should probably be tacked up by it's owner, not do it itself!
Suitably attired with my hand hooves clipped onto my harness behind my back, I was aware of my whole posture changing. I held my head upright, my back straight. I am 5'2” but felt so much taller! I listened attentively as K revealed the pony name he had chosen for me and gave me instructions of what his signals and commands would be, resisting the urge to nuzzle him and swish my tail!
K began with some basic leading, guiding me, ensuring (by way of a crop!) I kept my posture and demeanour, eyes straight ahead, never deviating. He followed this by some lunge work, general walking at first, but then changing me to high stepping. He reeled the rein in a little in order to hold the crop up at a certain height, his expectation being that my thighs reached that height when stepping. It was hard work and my muscles are paying for it today!
I loved it, loved it all – the discipline, the bondage, the dehumanisation, the obedience, the physical challenges. This is certainly something we will continue with – lots of training to do! And I look forward to the warmer weather when we can take this to the great outdoors!
My only complaint? He forgot the Polo mints and I had to make do with some chocolate as a reward – it's a hard life!
