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Pony Girls By AJB
The taut, strained calves forced into a lovely line by thigh high black leather boots that end in five-inch high heels with a hoof like bottom. Between the thighs a leather girth strap cruelly cinched into the tight, shaven mound, rubbing her clit piercing with each forced step. Black garters descend into the boots, still leaving that bare spot of inner thigh where a few angry red welts of the crop are still in evidence, a result of the last training session. In between the ripe, firm cheeks that are her bottom is a butt-plug with a horsetail – its silken caress occasionally slides along the back of her legs. Her waist is bare; her arms are bound behind her back in a leather sleeve and this thrusts forwards her full, exposed breasts, each decorated in her dark, stiff nipples with a silver ring, to which I’ve clipped small silver bells. Her neck is held high in a posture collar, her face framed by a leather lattice that included blinders and supports at its top a headdress decorated with a high plume of feathers. Her hair is pulled back severely into a long, dark ponytail. And most striking is the bit in her mouth, which her white teeth grasp at, her full red lips open obscenely wide. This is the show pony, a creature of exquisite sensual appearance, an animal trained for elegance or, at command, bestial appetite. Ponyplay is an interesting fetish, as it transcends a number of different BDSM practices. Here, we’ve classified it as roleplay, although the costuming can include leather or latex fetish, bondage, exhibitionism, and there are aspects of discipline in the training of a pony. Also, the entire practice psychologically borders, although rarely physically involves, the realm of the bestial. During ponyplay, typically the bottom imagines him or her in the role of a horse, and may be expected to move, behave and respond in a horse-like manner. The top takes the role of a trainer, guiding the pony, putting it through its paces and often disciplining it to teach it to high step, canter, trot – or sometimes, to bear the burden of a cart or a rider. This brings me to my next point. Fundamentally, there are two types of ponygirls: show ponies and cart ponies. The show pony is as I’ve detailed in my opening, a girl or boy who, through costuming, posture and demeanor, takes on the personae of a pony – this eroticized figure with equine features. There is another type of ponygirl/ponyboy, cart ponies. Cart ponies are trained to actually pull their Master/Mistress in a handcart – from what I’ve seen, this takes considerable strength and endurance, and the cart pony tends to be a stockier breed. Of course, carts can be adapted to take multiple girls. I have seen ponyplay where the pony actually allows their master to ride upon a saddle on their back, or, to be more accurate, the saddle is located toward the lower back/hip area, where humans are better designed to safely bear the weight of another human. One aspect that can be noted about the ponyplay subgroup in the BDSM community is how passionate they are about their fetish, with websites devoted to ponyplay, ponyplay fiction, gatherings, elaborate costumes and self-modified carts, and even some “ranches” where entire scenarios of pony-training and cart pulling can be enacted in relative privacy.
I’ve often wondered about the mindset of ponygirls.
I enjoy the aesthetics of So, for Julia the original interest was voyeuristic and curiosity. But ponyplay is about more than the look – the submissive allows herself to be trained and treated like a mare. Besides the aesthetic appeal of the ponygirl, it provides some wonderful opportunities for discipline play. The costuming itself can be restrictive and as demanding/stimulating as any bondage scene, with the restrictions of a large bit, straps firmly buckled across sensitive area and often toys inserted and held firm in the pony (the classic ponytail butt plug, for example), clamps placed for stimulation or humiliation, and a plethora of other imaginative tactics to ensure the costuming has a role in the discipline and eroticisation of its subject. The high-stepping of the classic pony is demanding in heels and takes some stamina and leg strength – how better to encourage the training of the pony with the application of a crop or dressage bat to the interior of her lovely lifted thigh, especially should it not attain the proper level of height? Perhaps being the pony allows the bottom to give in to their animal urges – a beast to be tamed by the Master, but, even more so than a slave, a creature who can be owned as property, used at a Master’s whim, without the right to protest or even human speech. I have seen ponygirls paw and whinny to express their temper or pleasure, to nudge and nestle to show affection. There are all sorts of wonderful verbs associated with human/pony interactions – being mounted, being ridden – that translate to an erotic subtext. Give me a mare to be bridled and bred, with a stall as her cage and straw for her bed.
It was during the time with my pony that my fascination with the ponygirl was engendered, and it lingers with me still. Occasionally, one turns up at a party, her Master holding her reigns, or there is a good show as I recently saw at ArtUndressed in Miami, a performance by Lady Lethe and Paige Austin. Figures of beauty and wild desire, I would not let the reigns slip from my grasp if I met another true ponygirl. -AJB Like this article? Hate it? Have something to say about Pony Play? Discuss it in our forums HERE
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the look, but, from the submissive position, I wonder how they feel. My
friend Julia explained her ponygirl experience to me: “
I
had a slave who had a ponygirl fetish – a petite and beautiful woman;
she was more suited for show pony than cart. We talked about ponygirl
roleplay, fantasized about it, even did a bit of pretend activity, but
in retrospect I never truly immersed myself in her fantasy, which I
greatly repent now. I truly missed an opportunity, and, in part, it was
my immaturity as a Dominant and an inability to recognize the importance
of the proper props for a scene. I had an aversion to such theatrics at
the time. I relied too much on my vivid imagination, and did not
appreciate the heightened reality of committed roleplay, an effort to
reach the veritas of a mood through careful manipulation of the
atmosphere. That requires true effort, which I did not give. I do not
know why: I did, indeed, love my slave. It is hard to recover from the
regret of reflections such as these.