mustang:
i had no idea what to expect. i had never been outside as a pony, and only seen one other human pony for a short time. But i had spent years dreaming about ponyplay. Little did i know how over the next five days those dreams would come true.
My eyes were open wide arriving at Leather Retreat's pony camp. All around me was the bustle of activity: outside, three paddocks, each with tie-up rings, hobbles, reins, hay bales and grooming equipment, stood ready to accept their future occupants. Seven beautiful pony carts were lined up in a row; a horse-box sat next to an octagonal show-ring. In the lower field, cones were being arranged for an obstacle course. Hitching rings were attached to almost every tree and post.
Each cabin was being converted into a stable: wooden bunks usually used for humans were being overturned to make stable stall walls, and in our stable, a sign on each stall detailed the name, owner, breed, riding style, preferences and habits of each pony. When I got to our stable, a happy stocky pony, named hurdles, was already in his stall and his Trainer, Miss Donna, was assisting with his tack. hurdles thrilled me with his stories of his experiences the year prior, when he was a novice pony alone at Leather Retreat and was so immediately incorporated into the herd.
Lady Thendara:
My first reaction to arriving to our cabin was memories of summer camp (long, long ago). This was so much better than any summer camp I had ever attended. We spent the first few hours of camp getting organized and doing our evening chore. With that (and dinner) out of the way, we were ready to go explore. I didn't have any intentions of serious play, but just thought I'd check out the dungeons. I put a flogger and paddle on my belt and carried a cane just in case. I had mustang put on his cart pulling harness and wrist restraints and clipped his wrists together behind his back. To make things a little more interesting, I put his nipple clamps on and soon we were headed for Purgatory, one of the smaller open air dungeons. I quickly chose a nice padded spanking bench for my beloved slave. As the harness partially covered his back, I had him remove that and clipped his wrists together in front of him (underneath the bench). The nipple clamps made it a bit uncomfortable, but that didn't bother me.
It was beautiful being alone in this cool expanse of BDSM equipment, the only sounds being the crickets, mustang's whimpers of pleasure, and the sound of my flogger and cane. We made good use of the dungeon for about half an hour, but I wanted to head back to the cabin as we did not have any water with us, and I didn?t want us to get dehydrated. Then, it was off to Heaven, the largest dungeon, for more play. I attached his wrist restraints to the upper ends of a St. Andrews cross (much like the one we have at home) and began my work in earnest. There was a very special connection between us that evening, and we flew together as the pain and endorphins coursed through his body. When the scene ended, he was trembling all over and crying with joy. It felt wonderful to hold him, both to comfort him and to share his happiness. I couldn't say if we had played for one hour or three hours-whatever the time, it was just right. While we were recovering, we saw a beautiful suspension scene with a woman (Julia) in all black spandex and white rope. She was hung upside down and her back was forced to arch by Robert. All of this took place Wednesday night.
mustang:
Prior to arriving, I had had a riding harness custom made for me for cart pulling. Just as in a real riding harness it had rings at the top to thread reins, and rings on a wide belt to attach the cart's singletree. Unlike a horse harness, at the tailbone was a special ring so that my hands could be fastened behind my back.
Early Thursday morning, I was put into my new tack and went outside. There were three pony carts with no name. I then met Mistress Lalique, who enthusiastically runs Pony Camp, delivers the most delicious scenes (of all BDSM varieties), and is the official "Pony Mom." I couldn't contain my excitement when she told me that one of those carts would be mine for my owner to hitch me to--to take Lady Thendara around as she so deserves -- beautifully carried by her pony, and then purchase to take home when camp was over. I picked it up and trotted a few steps, reveling in its weight -- knowing that soon it would be a major tool to demonstrate my love and complete submission to my Partner, Mistress, Trainer and Owner, Lady Thendara.
As the other ponies arrived and got into their tack my excitement grew. And then I heard it. A whinny. Not a person pretending to be a horse -- a real horse whinny. "What in the world is a real horse doing here?" I said to myself. I looked around. No horse.
Then I saw her. I trembled. My skin got goose bumps. I recognized piper pony from her Equus Eroticus magazine pictures, but she looked so much more beautiful in person. She had a beautiful tail, tap shoes and hand hooves. She had the legs and buttocks of a dancer and every time she opened her mouth, out came the most beautiful noise--a the world's most believable horse whinny. I had dreamed of pony girls like piper for years, and had doubted that they really existed. When I saw her, I realized that none of this was fiction. We were really living there in Pony Camp as true ponyboys and ponygirls--the stuff of fantasy, but here it was all real. I whinnied back and she responded. I was in heaven.
That afternoon, my loving owner decided to apply her brand to me. She had me shave my left buttock and taped a transparency slide whose clear portions read "Property of Lady Thendara." She lovingly applied sunscreen to my entire body except the spot with the patch, so that I would sunburn with the brand. Although the words weren't as legible as I would have liked when it was done (I would use just a few letters next time) the pain in the sunburn was a nice constant reminder of her loving ownership.
It was time to learn to be a real pony. My owner wasn't feeling well so she rested and Mistress Lalique took over my care for the afternoon. Mistress Lalique spent quite a few minutes making adjustments to my tack to make sure that my bit fit properly. It was clear that I was no longer a human. She communicated entirely to me via her dressage whip and clicks with her mouth. She slapped my withers and inspected me. She tapped my hooves with her whip so they would be square with my shoulders. I quickly learned the meaning of her signals and picked up the cart. Using only the reins through to my bit she drove me down a steep hill to a grassy field where I would be trained.
Creekside, Mistress Lalique talked to the other trainers while I stood in anxious anticipation. She placed a blindfold over my eyes, and I stood there, feeling the tightness of the bit in my mouth and the constraint of my tack on my helpless body. I was now totally in ponyspace. I heard two clicks and the reins slacken, and I instinctively drove forward, high stepping.
The bit pulled delicately to tell me where to go. I crossed leg over leg just as I had seen real horses do in a turn. I wasn't a person in tack pulling a cart. I was her pony.
Mistress Lalique turned the reins over to Lady Emily, and after a few commands to get me started, I soon felt myself traversing a large space. Every move was made with concentration on execution and grace but without any need for decision --- the bit was communicating all I needed to know from the world. I felt great -- No sense of time nor space.
The blindfold was removed. "Congratulations mustang," Lady Emily said, you have just performed your first figure eight. I was such a proud pony!
It was clear that Mistress Lalique saw the excitement and energy that this put me into. She faced me squarely. "mustang," she said, "how would this pony feel to be run into the ground by the lunge line? That's what you need to get rid of your energy; a good lunging so that you are run into the ground, so that you will sleep all day Saturday, and can perform properly for the show on Sunday. I gave her a huge pony nod and she responded by rubbing my mane and squeezing my nipples.
She had a cowboy named Maverick drive me back to the paddock, where I was given a watering trough, and a pony treat. I was left hitched there until my owner came out to see me in some period of time, which may have been an hour.
Lady Thendara:
I spent all of Thursday in bed with what I suspect was a mild case of food poisoning. mustang was in the very capable hands of Mistress Lalique and Lady Emily Reed for some cart training. It makes me so happy that he was able to work with experienced pony trainers, especially two such talented and fun ladies. mustang had been so excited at the thought of just meeting them, that I was thrilled for his opportunity to have extended pony time with them.
By dinner time, I was bored with spending the day in bed and ready for some interaction. I made it through dinner and felt well enough to go to Mistress Laliques erotic caning class which was attended by mustang's human counterpart. We learned some great techniques and couldn't even wait for the end of the class to go try them out in our cabin.
(Friday morning) Knowing how mustang loves to be immersed in his ponyness, I attached his wrist restraints to the back of his harness and placed a bowl of granola, sunflower seeds and raisins in front of him. I also gave him a bowl of milk. mustang was very happy to be able to "graze" his breakfast because he did not have to come out of ponyspace at all.
mustang:
It was such a thrill to be forced to eat breakfast as a pony -- Leather Retreat is so accepting of all kinks that I never felt like I was some sort of freak show. The warmth was amazing -- everyone had excellent karma with my kinks, and so many people came up to me to pet me, or feed me treats--what joy! After my breakfast, Lady Thendara hitched me up and drove me up the huge hill to the upper dungeon to watch a demonstration.
Lady Thendara:
After breakfast we saw a human mobile created by Robert, with the participation of three very beautiful women. One was hung spread eagled horizontally, one was hung up in a web bag and one was hung upside down with all of the pressure of her weight on her crotch. We heard that this was the most painful (ouch!) It took close to an hour to create this artwork, but well worth it. The whole audience applauded when the mobile was completed.
During lunch, we talked about the afternoon schedule. mustang was free to speak and indicated that he would love to be a demo pony for Mistress Laliques lunging class. I stopped by her cabin while he was napping to see if this was a possibility and to get a better feel for what to expect.
mustang:
(Saturday morning) It was time for Lalique to teach lunging and she chose me to demonstrate on. While talking about the rudiments of lunging, she got me ready, attaching a lunge line to one side of my bit, and squaring me up with her whip--she instructed the class how the horses' hooves needed to be square with their shoulders as she tapped my hooves into place. I was champing at the bit. Soon there were two clicks and my knees were going high in the air. Two more clicks had me pick up the pace. It was the ultimate ponyplay sensation -- simultaneous freedom to be an animal and being controlled: the feeling of running proudly, head held high, knees in the air, driven with a whip behind you by the best human pony trainer.
Lady Thendara:
When I took over the lunging exercise, mustang was already very warm and the temperature was rising. I was giving him water frequently, but was concerned about the heat and did not work him as hard as I might have otherwise. He responded very well to the lunge line and whip. Due to the heat, we spent most of the rest of the night resting, eating dinner and doing laundry (mundane, but necessary). While we were in the laundry room, we starting plotting our pony competition. We brainstormed and came up with a novel concept for a routine.
mustang:
Early that morning, my loving owner prepared me to run the obstacle course. Paired numbered orange and yellow cones filled the field. On each one were pingpong balls. I was harnessed to the cart, blindfolded and directed toward the first pair. She clicked twice and off we went, turning and twisting to go through each cone pair without hitting the cones. When the blindfold was removed and I saw half the cones overturned, I was disappointed that there wouldn't be more time to get better at this, but there were so many things going on we didn't have time to do it again. I was so happy to share all of this together.
Lady Thendara:
(Saturday) Immediately after breakfast, we headed down to Paddle Creek. mustang pulled me in the cart down the hill and we positioned ourselves for a run through the obstacles. I placed the blindfold over mustang's eyes and got back in the cart. We realized immediately that our cart was at a disadvantage as the wheels were farther apart than some of the other carts. Of course, the inexperience of the driver didn't help much either. It felt a bit awkward on my end as I couldn't always communicate to my horse what I wanted him to do. I felt badly when I learned later that I was a little too rough with the bit, though no injuries were sustained. I felt much more relaxed when the blindfold came off and he drove me back to the cabin. I rewarded him with a nice hosedown and currying, as well as appropriate pony treats.
mustang:
After the training, my love and owner washed me down under the hose. Wow! That cold water felt good on my sweaty skin. She lovingly curried me and started to wash me, but needed to go into the stable to get something, but she forgot to rein me up! About 20 yards away piper whinnied to me. Although I was a wet soapy pony, I was trotting over to snort at, whinny to and nuzzle with piper. My owner was not pleased, but ponies will be ponies.
Lady Thendara:
(Saturday night) After the hosedown, I went to Laliques cabin to purchase a bridle and matching collar which mustang and I had both admired. mustang was in the cabin napping and had no idea that I was going to buy this. I had told him that I wanted to check out all of the other vendors first. I took mustang into a privacy cabin and sat down with him. I reminded him that when I gave him his first collar (a watch with a horse being whipped around the watch face), I had told him that it was too soon for me to offer a permanent collar. Since then, have grown so close, so fast, that I have been ready to permanently collar him, but had not yet found the right symbol. Once I saw Laliques beautiful bridle, I knew that this was the right symbol and the right moment. I told him that I knew I wanted him to be my slave forever if he would accept the collar. With tears in his eyes, he agreed to accept the collar. We held each other tightly and were just happy to be together.
mustang{Lady Thendara}:
Words cannot express my joy at being collared by Lady Thendara. Without hesitation or thought, i humbly pledged to honor, obey and fully submit to Her in order to show my love to Her, and in that service to be the best Master possible whenever she desired.
That evening, i got the opportunity to wear my new collar in the most appropriate way: i was turned into a silver spandex unicorn with fore and rear hooves for the bridling ceremony between hurdles and Miss Donna. All of the adult kids at camp came running around me to see the beautiful unicorn. The ceremony was beautiful, and the attention that i received made me feel like the mythical beast that i was, and couldn't feel prouder to be under my Mistress' permanent control.
Lady Thendara{mustang}:
(Saturday night) I wore a beautiful black velvet riding jacket and helmet with black breaches,blackboots and a white ruffled blouse as I escorted my unicorn to the wedding. We got lots of compliments on our attire and even had our picture taken with the camp photographer. mustang is quite a ham and loves to have his picture taken. I overcame my natural shyness in front of the camera as I love the idea of having a picture of the two of us together. The ceremony was quite touching and lots of tears were shed.
mustang{Lady Thendara}:
The next morning, all of the ponies assembled in a huge parade for the bridling ceremony of Sir Paul Reed and his mount, frisky. More than 20 ponies were in their full dress tack for the parade. It was beauty in motion as the procession commenced. After theceremony, my Owner joined the other handlers in making an arch of dressage whips which the loving couple descended.
Lady Thendara{mustang}:
It was wonderful to share the joy of the joining of Lady Emily/frisky and Sir Paul Reed. They are two beautiful people, warm and generous with their time and knowledge. I was glad to be a part of the celebration and to join with my fellow trainers in the arch of whips.
mustang{Lady Thendara}:
The last experience at camp was unbelivable -- competing in the Equestrian Classic Human Pony Show. Right after lunch 18 ponies were assembled to be judged for Conformation. Each pony was so unique and wonderful. My owner checked my tack thoroughly, and used her dressage whip to ensure that my head was high, and my hooves were straight. Four judges came by to ask questions of my owner, and to check my anatomy.
After the conformation check, each of us were run through a 3 minute routine of our trainer's choosing. So many of the other routines were so beautiful and masterful, I could not imagine winning a ribbon in this herd. For our routine, I was selected to use my new cart pulling skills. Two riders, were in my cart, my owner, and a little person named Luthien. For two minutes I pulled them proudly in our new cart around the ring blindfolded. I was backed up, and the blindfold removed. The little person then mounted me and I did two legged dressage with her. What a thrill!
The best moment came when the awards were distributed. i won two! A 3rd place in appointments, and a 1st in Gymkhana. To win these awards, especially a blue ribbon in horse atheticism, was the ultimate fantasy come true for me.
Lady Thendara{mustang}:
(Sunday)This seemed like the hottest day-at least it was stifling under the costumes we were wearing. It made the event an endurance course as well as a contest of skill. I was so nervous about the competition. We had talked about what we were going to do, but didn't have even one rehearsal! By the time our number came up (16 of 18), I was alternating between nervousness and calming myself down. I sat in the cart with our new friend, Luthien, between my legs. mustang was blindfolded. Susan introduced us and asked mustang to pull forward. We were about 1/3 of the way into the arena when I realized that the routine had begun. I directed mustang in a circle and stopped him when he was facing the judges. I got down and removed mustang's blindfold and then lifted Luthien onto his shoulders. This was the one move we had practiced, and the only part of the routine that did not go smoothly! mustang did a beautiful job with the dressage portion and before I knew it, it was time to exit the "stage".
Once the last performance had been given, we all awaited the results. After only twenty minutes, we were called to line up for the awards. Unfortunately, the judges reconvened for about forty-five minutes before giving out the awards. I was very grateful that most of our audience stayed until the very end. All the ponies worked so hard, they deserved as much applause as possible. Some of the audience came down and visited with the ponies and trainers while we were waiting for the results. We suspect there will be even more ponies next year. I was very happy with the third place ribbon for Appointments, but when mustang was given the first place ribbon in Gymkhana, tears came to my eyes. I know how much that meant to him. As his trainer, it meant a lot to me too.
mustang{Lady Thendara}:
(Monday AM) Waking up the next day, i had to pinch myself to see that it wasn't real -- but fortunately Lady Thendara helped remind me that it was all true -- she attached my new ribbons to me by nipple clamps and took me down to breakfast.
i cried tears of joy as a left camp, and to this day cannot recount the experience without it being emotional. i will be counting the days until i can do all of this again next year. To be collared by my ultimate partner and live out some of my wildest fantasies in the same weekend was, without a doubt, the most thrilling experience of my life.