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INTO THE WORLD OF
PONY PLAY
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bout nine years ago, D, my boyfriend
at the time, introduced me to BDSM.
We were falling in love and I wanted
to try everything. I fell for it just as
hard as I fell for him.
I discovered pony play seven
years ago, at one of my very first BDSM events: a private
play party. People were being spanked, hot wax was
being poured on bare skin, a man was walking around
with heavy weights hanging from his balls – anything
was possible. So it didn’t shock me when a woman with
a soft voice and a soft face pulled out a leather horse
bridle and told me that she liked putting it on other
people and steering them around. I was intrigued. I
wanted to know what it would feel like to have this
soft-spoken woman in control of me.Her bridle was heavy. Blinders narrowed my field
of vision. I couldn’t see her, but I could feel her move-
ments through the reins she held behind me. She made
a clicking noise to prompt me to move. Wearing a
form-fitting cocktail dress, high heels and the bridle, I
slowly walked – straight backed – from one room to
another, enjoying the eyes I’d see on me before they
disappeared past the blinders. This was the part I was
most comfortable with – the exhibition.
When I moved and stopped at her command, she’d
say, “Good girl!” in the high-pitched tone we reserveSEX