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mY MISS

what can i say? i know i've not mentioned Her much up to date, but please understand, She is my all-star! there is nothing i can write here that would accurately describe the lengths She's gone to in order to guide, sculpt and otherwise motivate me in every . She is my Top, and nothing i can do could ever compensate Her for the love we share.

i've not the ability to even begin! i definitely put Her through the paces, and She just keeps on loving me! we've been together for seven plus years and in that time we've shared EVERYTHING! i might be generous monetarily, but She's always had a knack for giving freely of Her heart. She brightens every life She touches, and that is a rare quality indeed! She is always willing to listen, and first to sympathize with those around Her. She might offer advice directly, or hint around to help you find your way. She might even tell you exactly what you don't want to hear, but that's cause She's never had a flare for the dramatic, and is far more prone to "keepin' it real." while this might rub people the wrong way at times, it's usually far more helpful than glossing over the surface or candy coating the truth. so love it or hate it, she's gonna let you know how She feels! it's an endearing quality, speaking one's mind, and i do so love Her for it.

All that in mind, She is my rock. She's stuck with me through a holy shit storm (or two), and i know i couldn't have ever made it without Her. i'm sure She would say the same about me as well! because sometimes being strong for Her, makes me a better partner to Her as well!

KEPT

well, i'm off to my Trainer's paddock once again, and i must voice how much i'm looking forward to this. this time, due to an unforeseen event, i'll have many days (and nights) that i can devote to both my Trainer and our craft!

while i'd never be so presumptuous as to assume what may become of our time together, i can venture a guess through what's happened previously. in all likelihood, i'll be put to bed each evening in a fashion that i've grown quite fond of over my years of servitude.

collared, hooved, and possibly even hooded >:=8))

AND USED! oh, sooo used!!!

it is an undefinable feeling that streaks crimson blazing across my face. knowing full well that i've been stripped naked and inexorably bound, only to await the will of my Owner. when Trainer lays me down at night, She makes certain that i cannot escape. this careful consistency on her part leaves me only to yield to her desires, and i'm quite sure she takes some revelry in using my vulnerability to her every advantage.

chained against the wall in the far corner of her chamber, i often doubt that i could get out even if she placed the keys within my grasp. without the use of my hands i am hopeless to escape. without a will of my own i am left subject to Her whim, be it kind, vengeful or otherwise.

what will often happen, is after inevitably dozing off, i am awakened by the clamoring of my own restraints. so as i ebb back from blissful sleep into the realization of my still unyielding control, i grow quite helplessly aroused. i shift slightly in my bonds in a somewhat vain attempt to reach closer to my Trainer, as i can only hope and dream for her attention. and as i do, i drift agonizingly slowly back into slumber.

it might be a few minutes, it might be a few hours. but somehow, Trainer knows. ask her! she's woken me up many times, only to find Her pony uum... already ready already!?! i swear, some occasions i've awoken in the morning sporting the same wood i was put to bed with!!! i'm not kidding!

the situation is so ideal for us that i think that Trainer has gotten more sex from this slumbering stallion, than i've ever offered during our waking hours. especially lately!!! we've been burning up rubbers like a race car... four at a time!!!

i tell Her everyday we're together what a lucky pony i am to have found Her. i know she doesn't entirely believe me, but i wish she would. i think that's only because she has no idea how beautiful she really is!

i've met very few women could ever be so constantly dominant. it's not easy to do things like keep track of extra keys or use padlocks in the dark! i do realize this and there have been occasions when i needed to be let out in the middle of the night and such.

she's never seemed to mind or be troubled by it. maybe She's just very patient, maybe She just knows how much i fuckin' love it. i'm not sure which, but the benefits must far out-weigh the bother, because Trainer is surely reaping the rewards of equine ownership every chance She gets!!!

i hope to never wake from this beautiful nightmare. our drive is off the charts, and i've finally realized the true rewards of my ownership... servitude, contentment, and virility!

i hope that as my Trainer reads this, She will realize just how integral She has become in my life. that the intimacy we enjoy is not something i've shared so easily in the past. i humbly thank both Her and my Mistress for allowing me the opportunity to more fully explore my submissive tendencies.

really, as long as i have the two of them, nothing else matters. i truly am, one lucky pony

MEDDLE HEAD

well my head has been done for a couple months now, and being that i've now gotten to wear it on a few occasions, i thought i should make an attempt at describing the feeling.

this... won't be easy Smile but i'll try!!!

before i begin, i must elaborate on the construction of the pony head itself. for without an understanding of it's functionality, i'm afraid that much of the allure of what i'm about to describe to you, might be lost.

so first off, save for the valves and lenses, it is 100% latex!! for those that may have toyed with this material before, and even for those who've become very fond of it, you know that it has a distinctive smell and feel. so if you are familiar with it, then imagine if you will, that skin tight stretchy goodness, encapsulating your entire head!

once inside, it's firmly gripping interior quickly relinquishes its tack, ebbing down to a warm and ample yield. this cozy and encapsulating feeling remains as long as you remain inactive. however, under light physical duress the environment inside mildly cools over time. this seemingly backward temperature exchange continues, until more clearly reveling itself as moisture, slowly accumulating a chill as you continue to exert.

this subsequent supple slickness, seems only to ensure that with any movement at all, your shiny second shiny will contract ever so slightly, further molding itself to your every contour! i would imagine that with heavy physical excursion, the climate inside would indeed change again. in fact, i can't wait to find this out either. honestly, the day i steam out from under it, and the first single rivulet exudes itself from 'neth my cowl, i'm marking my calender!!!

now, as you may knot know, this hood is equipped with a locking zipper! so if you please, imagine the feelings i've just described as being entirely involuntary! as once it's locked on, i have no ability to remove it! (not that i'd want too)

oh, and there's no cheating... due to its custom fit, mine absolutely will not slide off without being unzipped! this due largely to the fact that this is not a thin garment latex item! no, in all reality it's a quarter inch thick or better in spots, meaning that it's never gonna rip or burst a seam, hell there practically are no seams! consequently, none of these factors lend themselves toward the thought of a foreseeable forcible escape.

now with all that being said, i haven't even begun to discuss the fact that... it's a pony!

yes, on top of all these other little intricacies, you now appear to be very much stuck as a horsey. an animal that is often feared and yet reveired. a service animal who's conditioned to obey. but the obvious affects don't just stop there!!! NO!

you quickly realize that your ability to speak clearly has been effectively... muffled!

HOWEVER,the fact that your sense of hearing has been cut in half, is far more subtle!!! how daunting!!! loosing ones ability to easily discern the speech of others is extremely foreboding!

yet how could one possibly feel any more animalistic?!!? so actual! to not only deprive ones ability to speak, but to take it further still, and inhibit their very understanding of speech
!?? it can't get more authentic! very primal!

so, if you ever wondered, there it is.

it feels real, and for a lot of reasons!

it feels real, because it is!!!

original post Nov. 14 '11

SLOPPY WET... KNEES?!?

i got 'em!

i'd like to say that i earned them, but in the interest of accuracy, i'll simply say that they were bestowed upon me. when it happened, i squealed and grinned widely too.

i only say that i didn't earn them because at the time i was in a... "diminished capacity," shall we say?! so while i WAS beading with sweat, just as sure as i WAS grinding it out... the entire scene was still very much out of my hands. therefore, my attempting to take credit for the resultant succession of quivering orgasms on the part of my trainer, would be as futile as my trying to escape from the cold steel cage enveloping my head! i am exposed, and i am captive, what should i expect?! inevitably it could only lead to my being taken advantage of!

my Trainer, i could only imagine, was wearing as big a smile as i. as she gathered close behind me, a her spark of an idea turned out-right malicious! her hands firmly on my hips, she pulled me closer onto her. as she found her mark, her fingers grasped confidently 'round my pelvis.

well, without divulging too many details, i'll just say that i wound up DRENCHED!!! so much so that the copious rivulets that wove down my thighs, POOLED at my knees!

it makes me SOOO happy to have pleased my trainer to such an extent, but the fact that She felt NO remorse while USING me to her advantage, is still making me weak in the knees! for Her to repeatedly utilize me in such a capacity... truly a moment of glorious realization.

me, hooved and inescapably vulnerable. me, reverberating moans and whinnies into a cold sphere. me, grappling far more with my willingness to be subjected in such a manner, than the unyielding steel keeping me there.

Her, laughing with fervor as she repeatedly pushes Herself over the edge. Her, driving ever deeper, all the while still shuddering with satisfaction. Her, without inhibition, enjoying her pony!

me, owned.

Her, my Owner.

as thrilled as i am with the result, i am outright flattered by the physical evidence shown. and while in good conscience, i cannot claim sole responsibility... the important part was obvious.

it was the puddle around my knees when we were done.

so even it it wasn't really me that made it all happen, i'd still REALLY like to think, that i EARNED every drop

reposted from july "11

STUCK

i AM stuck!
what? how stuck, you ask???

i'm the luckiest pony ever, yet i am not free. nor do i ever envisage to be.

i am owned. very owned! which is not to say that i cannot be shared.

in fact, as you read this, i AM being shared.

a funny thing happened yesterday, and for the first time ever, i am wearing two collars.

wait, when i say wearing, it gives the wrong impression.

i am not able to remove either. and chances of ever being free again, are slim and none! you must understand, the two holders of the only keys that could grant my release, ARE NOW LIVING ONLY SEVEN MILES APART! (and the keys are not alike)

two collars, two dommes, one neck... too lucky!

trainer pointed that out today, as she sent me OFF TO WORK in this unlikely scenario. (and with a huge grin, i might add!) she simply explained to me that, in most every fetish circle, there is a shortage of tops and trainers, and most ponies are lucky to find even one!!! (and she's right you know, as always)

She the grabbed me close by both padlocks, pulled me in and kissed me hard.

explaining in greater detail, how only a truly whorey pony would ever require the discipline of two trainers, and that in that light, there simply HAD TO BE consequences to bear.

so when i say that i am stuck, you must realize the gravity of the situation. my hopes of ever being granted release are dismal at best.

now i serve the dynamic duo, and neither one, ever seem to run short on ideas of what to subject their mutual victim to next.

there going to meet too,.. soon!

i hope i survive

this is the firt day of the rest of my life.  i'm now collared, and have been for twenty five hours. while this is not the first day i've ever spent under lock and key, i'm inclined to think that this is the begining of a longer duration than i've ever been accoustomed to.  
   Mistress has closed the hasp and i am, once again, owned.  i take no sorrow in my plight, and search not for release.  i wish only to please her with my presence, and  admonish her with my devotion.  as this is not our first collaring, we've avoided any old garb and cerimony that would possibly acoupmany such an occasion.  i came home late from a week of work lastnight,  and she simply commanded me to "Fetch!"  i knew all to well what she had commanded me to retrieve.  
    our new collar is a one hundred percent stainless steel chain amalgamation.  However, it's NOT your typical two ring choke chain.  it's twisted and jewled links are welded side by side, forming two small rows that terminate into D rings just three inches shy of the circumference of my neck.  through these two rings, another length of similar chain is threaded, then padlocked at the ends.  the effect is that of a triangle hanging the padlock at the front of my neck.  this is similar to a choke collar in the sense of corrections sake,  but this design, coupled with the small diameter of the chain, makes for more choke, without that pain in the neck pinching. ( :-D)[| 
   i'll be posting pics soon and this journal will will be a testament to the duration of my experience.  stay tuned!!!