BridgetteValkyre

here I was, standing in the middle of my Mistress’s parlor, dressed as a schoolgirl with thigh boots, fish net stockings and tight leather corset. Standing with my hands clasped on top of my head. She began with tying me into a butterfly body harness, with her red and black Japanese rope, Each knot placed with precisions including the two that would frame my genitals and one that would press against my sphincter ,As the cross lacing pulled everything tighter, I lost any desire to fight or flee. The ecstasy of the rope hugging me tight and firmly. The rope was finished off as a tail; my Mistress gave it a firm tug to let me know its effect. My hands were then wrapped in pallet wrap and vet tape. With knee pads inside the thigh high boots I was ordered to my hands and knees. She fashioned a halter with bit and reigns. Tonight I was to be Mistress’s pony for the evening, an amusement for the party, nothing more than a toy to be played with. Mia, another of Mistress’s submissive was assigned as my groom. Moment by moment I felt myself becoming her pony. My groom, lightly brushing my exposed skin reassuring me I was a pretty pony, little whispered words of encouragement and cooing soothed by her. I was a well behaved pony.
First ride was for Mistress from her parlor to the study and back she was very pleased. Then a succession of the other mistresses present took their turns ridding the pony. Some astride and others sidesaddle. Moving so as not to tumble them off, I was proud of the happy ladies at the end of tier rides. Feeling each of them gently sit upon my back knowing how close to their intimate area I was. Those who rode astride me had a knot on my harness that would ride there for their pleasure.
Finally a gentleman was astride me. His proper manners evoked laughter and suggestions of a fox hunt. Quickly Helena was given a head band with a set of fox ears upon it and a fox tail. She was ordered on all fours and sent to go hide. My groom was relieved to transform into a hound with floppy ears and perky tail. Myself the charger the hunter rode, trying to keep up with puppy searching for fox. A merry chase was had when hound flushed out fox, and finally the hunter tagged fox. Prancing back to the parlor we were greeted with a loud round of applause. I was ordered to stand. Mistress wove a ladder back arm binder with more of her fine rope. I was now a dressage pony bound presentably for inspection. Bound as I was I could only wish for more pleasure. Gently the knots rubbed me intimately with each tug on my tail. My groom returned to steady me and ready me to perform should Mistress request it. Sadly the other mistresses had to leave. it was very late or early if you considered it was but moments before dawn. My groom was ordered to untie my arms and halter and put me to bed. The body harness left to remind me I was Her pony. Her pretty pony……