My owner requested that I post a scene report from our
experiences last night, so here it is...  If you don't
like BDSM or mentions of sex in your ponyplay, this
account is not for you.

- mustang 6/28/2000
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The message on the answering machine was quite simple:
"Call me on my cell phone:  I have instructions for
you."

When I called her cell phone from mine, she warned me
that she was on the train, and about to go into a
tunnel -- she spoke quickly"   "I want to see mustang
tonight.  Tell me what you are going to do."

I stammered.  I was in the detergent section of our
local Target store.  "How could I make this sound
vanilla in case anyone overhears me?"  I thought to
myself.

"Okay, well a p..p...pony needs hooves, and a
headstall and bit, and reins.  And a harness." I said
tentatively.

"What else?" she said.

I looked up.  No one in earshot.  "And locks and a
collar," I quickly blurted out, moving quickly from
the toy aisle to the toilet paper.  

"And I want you to be wearing your new blindfold with
the reins tied to the stairway railing when I walk in
the door in 40 minutes.  And don't forget your
grooming equipment."  

"I'm so excited," I said... "see you in a bit."

"NO,"  my owner said with a smile in her voice, "see
YOU in a bit."

I then thought about what a wonderful situation I was
now in.  Hurried, but delicious.

"40 minutes," I pondered... "and I have 20 minutes of
traffic ahead of me to get home!"  

Fortunately, the traffic wasn't heavy.  I rushed home
and ran into the dungeon.  I quickly took inventory of
the things I would need... My beautiful matching
collar and halter, my reins, my fore and rear hooves,
4 matching locks, my riding harness, and knee and
wrist pads.  I barely had the harness' cock ring over
my balls when the phone rang.

"I expect mustang will want a snack tonight -- make
sure that you have some cut up apples and carrots."
click.  My excitement increased.

I pushed my balls through the cock ring and tightened
each buckle.  I then put on the knee and wrist
protectors.  I ran into the kitchen and cut up an
apple and some carrots and put them in a bowl.  I then
slipped each foot into the velcro which attaches them
to the rear hooves, and closed the velcro, and put my
collar and halter on.  I adjusted the bit in my mouth
so that it would be very firm.

I then put the blindfold over the top of my head, but
not yet covering my eyes.

I carefully took the forehooves with me to the
stairwell, and tied the reins to one of the posts, and
attached the other end to my bit.  

I opened the velcro in the forehooves and slipped a
wrist in.  I then pulled down the blindfold.

Darkness...

I then manouvered my other hand into the other hoof,
and worked to close the velcro.

I stood there on all fours, totally helpless, waiting
for the key to turn in the lock.  I could feel my
manhood (or is that horsehood?) bulging at the thought
of what was ahead.

I heard the key turn, and was relieved to hear my
owner.  

"What a good pony!" she exclaimed.  "Look how
beautiful you are..."  And what good preparation... 
Except... the locks aren't on...  

She closed the locks on my hooves... "I might just
want to keep you as a my pony for the whole week!" she
said.  My already erect cock grew harder. 

"And where is the grooming equipment?  Did pony
remember that?  I guess I'll have to find it and
punish you for not putting it out."  Before that
moment, I didn't think my cock could enlarge more, but
it did.

She spent a few minutes getting things ready, and then
told me how I needed additional training.  I heard two
clicks, and I was being led from behind by the reins. 
The spaces were narrow around, so it was a good test
of her driving skills.  I could feel the rug and the
floor under my feet, but other than that I had little
idea of where I was at any time.  It felt great to
just have the task of just going where I was told to
and no responsibilities.

She rode me for a bit... but it was clear that riding
wasn't her goal this evening. 

I could feel myself being directed toward the kitchen
and could smell the food.  So I did what a pony would
do... I ignored her signals and drove right toward the
pantry.  It took a very hard smack on my rump and pull
on the reins to get me out of there!

Into the dungeon we went, and she removed my bit and
fed me some of the apples and carrots.  After
replacing my bit, she paddled me hard.  It hurt at
first, but Lady Thendara is using the "warm-ups are
for wimps" philosophy these days, so she paddled me
until it stopped hurting.

After some wonderful paddling to my buttocks, she
flogged me with the leather spline flogger on my
buttocks, thighs, and shoulders... Ooh... so stingy...
so good!

She told me that her gay friends said you shouldn't
worry about doing this to the cock...  So she gave my
manhood a really good beating too.

Then my owner decided to make things a bit more
challenging.  Lady Thendara attached nipple clamps to
my chest, and then put a eight ounce weight on the
chain between them.  Where the weight attached, she
attached a rope which was fed between my legs through
the ring in the back of my harness and attached it to
my headstall - making a checkrein.  I had no choice
but to hold my head very high -- or cause my nipples
to ache.

She then proceeded to take another rope and wrap my
already hard cock around and around up the cock and
back down again... she then attached that rope to my
muzzle so my head movement would cause pain in either
my nipples or my cock.  

Then the buttocks paddling started again... harder...
My involuntary movements from the paddle strokes were
causing secondary reactions in my cock and nipples. 
Each stroke of the paddle sent me writhing in ecstasy.
 This went on for at least a half hour... and my
nipples were burning even through my endorphins.

At the peak of this, she stopped.  She quickly
detached the rope from my muzzle and started pulling. 
Around and around my cock twirled as she pulled the loops in
the string taught.  My cock rotated like a propeller. 
 I screamed!

She quickly removed my nipple clamps and harness,
keeping my halter, bit and hooves in place, and I
heard her positioning herself under me facing upwards
with her
legs spread.

I couldn't have been more erect, and she couldn't have
been more ready.  Very slowly I penetrated her, and
started ease myself in.  I teased her with an inch or
two for a while, and then very slowly gave her the
rest.  In and out.  It was an amazing experience to be
in hooves, blindfolded, with the bit in my mouth, and
having incredible sex.  Keeping on all fours, and the
smell of the tack was a delicious distraction to keep
me from peaking too soon... and I could tell from her
sounds that she was very happy to have her pony there.

The creshendo of the sex grew.  I used the my
horseshoes to get traction in the carpet to grind deep
inside her.  She moaned, and I whimpered through the
bit.  We writhed together in beautiful harmony.

I orgasmed, and slowly withdrew my cock.  She slapped
me and patted me, and told me what a great pony I was.
I collapsed with my head on one of my forehooves, and
stayed there for what seemed like 20 minutes.  She
turned off the lights and removed my blindfold, bit,
and halter.

We gave each other the most wonderful hug, and told
each other that we were both two of the luckiest
creatures on the planet.  

It has been said that there is no greater relationship
than a woman and her horse. 

And we had just proved it to be unequivocably true. 

Copyright Mustang, 6/29/2000