Bella's Pony Play

Continued from: The BDSM Spectrum

I have an amazing pony play session all lined up for Bella, do you think I can find my fuckin' beige riding breeches? The ones that look amazing with black boots. The ones that are so tight across my gorgeous ass, that they look like they're painted on?

F**k!

I had to take things in a different direction with my attire. I decided on a mixture of formal equestrian wear, combined with Yellowstone, slutty and crazy barrel racer. I'll still look hot, Bella will be a puddle for me regardless. 

I wasn't able to find an actual barn, play space. They were all either dirty or smelly, so I decided to renovate my dungeon space for this session.

Bella was booked. I sent her some online porn homework, to explore and report back to me on. She had never seen pony play in BDSM before. I set her up with some material and videos to review. 

She was absolutely horrified at what was to come, and excited, embarrassed, aroused and soon to be humiliated. The contradictory cocktail of emotions she must have been experiencing, leading up to this day, I couldn't even imagine the butterflies she must have.

I told her to dress "country-slutty" for me. There would be no check-in with Cassandra this time, no anticipation or waiting. Bella knew she was getting a spanking first, then taken right to the "barn" next. If she fussed, the spanking would quickly become a woodshed strapping.  

I hiked her little ripped jeans down, her panties next, and started-in on her bare bum. A steady and meaningful hand-spanking. 

When I got her jeans and heels off, it turns out she wore nude stockings under her jeans, so the nylon pops through the jean-rips, to give her legs a flawless appearance. Cute idea, I thought. 

Bella received a nice, long warm up, before I asked her to kneel in the pose she is familiar with, we call it "open". 

"No timeouts in the corner today young lady, remain in "open" for me while I change. Get your hair into a high pony, you're not to move and you're to keep your legs spread and cunt displayed. 

"Yes Ma'am", she obeyed and blushed at my crass choice of words. 

I returned to find her in the same pose, trembling with anticipation and soaking with arousal. I clicked closer to her in my boots, inspecting her positioning and her ponytail. 

She knelt deeper, to kiss the smooth leather of my boots as I invitingly outstretched a foot. 

"Mmmm, good girl", I purred. 

I put Bella in a head-harness, mouth gag and leather collar. I led her to the dungeon and into her new pony stall. 

The setting was perfect. I could see Bella's eyes darting around the space. Likely mortified that she had been placed in a make-shift, horse stall with a straw floor. 

"I have to get all your tack on slave girl". I said to her. 

"But first, I need to calm that pussy down a bit. You are WAY to aroused right now", and I shook my head at her. 

She groaned into her gag, utterly ashamed over her soaked pussy, reacting to this environment. 

We got her into stockings and pony boots, which buckled and padlocked to her feet and knees. 

I helped her up onto a wooden pony, torture device and watched as she lowered her weight onto the unforgiving spine. The next little while will be spent watching her shift and adjust, trying to keep the painful pressure off her pussy lips, clit and asshole. 

After a solid 15 minutes on the wooden horse while I sat on a straw bale and watched, I asked if she was ready for her pony plug. The alternative option I gave her, was to just stay on the wooden torture horse. 

She cried and nodded her head. Bubbling spit from her harness gag in an attempt to say, "plug please, plug please Ma'am". 

I re-bound her in strappado, so her creamy little asshole was pointed directly at me. I chose a lovely and sleek, black-haired butt plug to match her actual pony tail. It looked beautiful on her. Or in her, rather. 

Next came a stainless chastity belt, to keep her pussy locked down and out of play. Her plug tail cascaded nicely from the anal opening in the chastity belt. Another head harness with some padlocks, an arm binder and finally, a nipple chain with some bells, she was all set. But my gawd was she ever humiliated! Her eyes were bloodshot from the stinging of her tears. 

I penned her up in her stall and locked the gate. Then I just sat back to watch her attempts to balance on the awkward heels, squeeze and contract on her plug, and jingle about from her loose and flopping tits. 

As some time passed and her struggles intensified, I asked if she was ready to go outside for some trot and prance training. 

Her eyes widened from behind her face harness. She shook her head violently in protest. 

I led her from her stall by her harness reins and whipped her in a crouch position. 

Eventually I returned her to her stall and calmly spoke. 

"Do you need to safeword out, Bella?"

She shook her head no. 

"Then it's time to go out the back for some prancing", I replied. 

She groaned and cried, but eventually lowered her head and allowed herself to be led outside by her reins. I could only imagine what was going on under the metal shrouds of that chastity belt. I bet there was an absolute frenzy in the works. 

I told her how I wanted her to lift her knees high and prance. Very controlled, very dainty. She practiced on the spot for me, while scanning the horizon and windows for any peeping neighbours. 

She did a quick trot for me, then a prance. All while I whipped her bare butt and flanks, encouraging her to keep her knees up and move slowly and under control. 

I saved her from any further embarrassment and led her back to her stall inside. I'm sure her humiliation levels were at the critical point, yet when I bent her over her stall to remove her tail-plug, I saw what success looked like! 

The poor, poor thing! She just can't help it! Little spider-silk strands of cum, dripped from the metal screening housing her pussy. 

I kept her in her head harness and gag and entered her bottom hole with my strap-on, through the little opening that the chastity belt provides. 

Before long she was screaming and making sounds through her gag that I hadn't heard her make before. I slowed right down and stopped. I thought I was hurting her.

She began to violently shake her head no and started to buck her ass and hips back into my harness, fucking her own butt with the dildo. I held her reins to control her bucking and to pull back on her gag, but she only got more frantic. Her tits continued to bob and jingle with abandon, perfectly framed and presented by her armbinder. 

She didn't want me to slow down at all, she wanted me to....

OMG! She was cumming from anal only! 

She was screaming "NOOOO" and "FUUUUUCK" at the top of her lungs while her legs shook and liquid squirted from the screening of her metal chastity.  

I've never heard Bella swear before, not even during the most severe spanking over my knee... 

While we were debriefing this pony session and doing aftercare, she pinned me down all cute-like, wearing my hat too, which made her even more cute. 

"Mistress, what the fuck was that?! What did you do to me!!?" 

She gritted her teeth and pinned my hands down, trying to act serious. 

I indulged her passionate cuteness and fought her off, up into a sit. I kissed her deeply. 

"I think someone likes being a pony slave, that's what happened”, I purred. 

"Oh Gawd! Thank you Mistress!", she sighed and groaned in embarrassment.

"Did I actually cum and squirt from being assfucked, Mistress", she asked me innocently. 

"Why yes you did, pony slave", I cooed.   

Mistress Andrea

xoxo

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