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🕑 Added 2024-12-16 20:04:08 +0000 UTCDear all, please check your inbox for the full length video! We have also a very looong "Directors Cut" edition for the hardcore pony fans (almost 1 hour). Let me know if you want it. I am happy to send it to you !🥰❤️ If you are new to our channel, PM me and I will send you the video!
Story Post: My Little Pony 🐴
If you know me, you know I love petplay. Or at least, the glimpses I’ve experienced so far. Being an obedient puppy, a seductive kitten, or even a playful fox suits me perfectly, if I do say so myself. I love everything about it — the vibe and the aesthetics, including latex cat masks, bunny ears, or tail plugs.
Fun fact about me: Even when I was a lot younger and not aware of the whole kink world and BDSM yet, I used to wear cat ears all the time. Well, not in public, but whenever I was doing my make-up or skincare routine (which I was already obsessed with back then) I would pin my hair back with some kind of hairband with cat ears — and I still do it to this day. This might sound lowkey mainstream to some, but to me it was one of the first hints of the direction I see myself following up to this day. If it was somewhat socially accepted and age appropriate, I’m pretty sure I would’ve been wearing tail plugs back then already. Naturally, a lot of this also has to do with my little side, but I won’t get into detail about that right now.
Anyways, though I have tried petplay before — mostly puppy play — the kind of petplay I was about to experience today was completely new to me: Pony play.
This was never really on my radar — found it a bit odd, honestly. But when a loyal subscriber requested a custom ponyplay video, I couldn’t resist. After all, I want to try out as many different things in BDSM as possible (as long as I don’t find them super scary or disgusting). This subscriber, a die-hard fan of pony play, introduced me to the genre through the classic “Ponygirls – At the Ranch,” focusing not on sex or pain but on training and posture. Refreshingly different from the repetitive scenes flooding today’s porn and BDSM content. It always seems to be a woman sitting in front of a camera, wearing a gag and drooling. Or a woman tied to a chair with a wand taped to her pussy and “f0rced to orgasm for hours” (which I call major bs, just saying). Or just anything anal. The bigger and harder, the better. Nothing wrong with all of those things, but I always get excited when I see something different, something new. And this custom request seemed to be an opportunity for exactly that.
So here I was, preparing for the session. I didn’t own any pony gear, but my generous subscriber provided high-quality harnesses, a metal gag, and new riding boots — specifically asking for no heels to keep it authentic.
The process of gearing up was an event in itself. I pulled my hair into a high ponytail, donned a shiny latex mask that blinded me (per his request to heighten my helplessness), and slipped into the flat riding boots. My Owner began fitting me into the heavy leather harness and head harness, and then came the metal gag — the most intense I’d ever experienced. No room for speech, every attempt to talk turned into a stifled gag. The gag was merciless, pressing deep and reminding me of my position in this play.
I wasn’t sure if I’d mention this in the story, but I want to be as authentic and honest to you guys as possible, so we can connect on a deeper level and you can really get to know me as a submissive, but also as a person.
Despite my love for the look — raw and rugged, leaving my breasts exposed but covering my crotch — the leather’s weight and its strong smell weighed on me, testing my ethical boundaries. One thing I noticed and learned in this session was that I really don’t like leather. At all. Those who know me a bit better already know that I am a big animal lover and I have been vegetarian for many years. This is actually a big part of my personality for me. So having such a big piece of leather on (that also has a heavy leather smell), turned out to be quite the challenge when I had to stand still for so long and wait for my Owner to adjust all the straps and stuff.
But rest assured, as the session got underway, these concerns quickly faded into the background.
My Owner took the reins, literally. Commanding me to walk like a pony, each step had to be high and deliberate.
If I faltered or was too slow, the riding crop encouraged me to improve. The humiliation deepened as he made me jump, the nipple clamps with their jingling bells marking each leap. We circled several times, each round pushing me deeper into my submissive state.
The real test came when it was time for a ‘pony timeout’ in the cage. Kneeling and staying on all fours proved much harder than anticipated — like an intense workout. Yet, the challenge was sweetened by the presence of a vibrating remote-controlled anal plug. Once secured inside me and I was confined in the cage, my Owner played with the remote, sending waves of varying intensity and speed through the toy.
After what seemed an eternity, my cagetime ended, but the gag stayed on for the rest of the night. The session might have started with a sense of playful curiosity, but it ended with me completely immersed in the new role. Each command, each adjustment of the harness, each buzz of the plug brought me closer to understanding the unique thrill pony play offers. It wasn’t just about submission; it was about embodying a role that combined beauty, discipline, and an edge of raw, primal engagement.
This session didn’t just test my boundaries; it expanded them. And that’s the thing about diving into the depths of BDSM — it’s rarely ever just play. It’s a profound exploration of self, of limits, and of desires, sometimes surprising, often challenging, but always rewarding. 🖤
