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As I stood naked in the room with my legs strapped and my wrists tied to my elbows, my mind fought with the thought of looking at her as she walked towards me. Am I allowed to give in now? Do I look pretty enough? What if I turn out to be hugely disappointing to her? I stole a glance at her. Did she smile? I cast my eyes down. Did she smile at me reassuringly? I looked up again. She was just a step away from me now and suddenly the vulnerable nature of how I’d been presented dawned on me. It made me smile with a flush of embarrassment. I felt a tingle of arousal between my legs. “Though you’re here of your own free will aren’t you?” She said. I found myself nodding before I fully processed the words. Should I have said yes instead? Yes, what though? We did discuss Whisper wouldn’t speak. Wait I’m Whisper now. “Piece by piece you’ll earn your boots, you’ll earn your bit, you’ll earn your place.” Her hand lifted my chin every so slightly. We looked each other in the eye before she turned away to grab the first bit of embellishment that started the slave training of pony girl Whisper.
The night before, we’d driven to the dungeon to prepare the scenes we would shoot today. In the days leading up to my visit, I wasn’t sure what we’d end up filming or how any of it would go. As a submissive seeking out mutual business arrangements and genuine connections it sometimes feels a little odd. I can bring ideas and make suggestions and at the same time, the inherent nature of submission is to, well… submit.
When Vivienne mentioned the idea of turning me into her pony girl the day before, I couldn’t see myself as such. What, like in a silly way? “Not in a silly way,” she said as if she’d heard the question in my mind. “An elegant pony. They are strong, elegant and brave.”
Vivienne started braiding chains into my hair while laying out what was happening. I was going to be an owned pony girl. I would not speak unless spoken to. I would not move unless told to. I was just a very pretty object.
She made me suck an anal hook before inserting it and attaching it to the chains in my hair. She put a headpiece on my head and embellished me further by adding feathers. Then she brought out a collar.
“This is an opportunity. An opportunity for you to have a place to belong. To have a place to always belong… If you do well…” Vivienne’s hand slid around the collar, filling the space between my neck and its metal and then she pulled me up. “If you fail to do well… I’ll fucking rip it off your neck.” I felt myself become lightheaded as I heard her laugh. “With bolt croppers.” I couldn’t help but briefly smile before I had to part my lips again to take in my limited air supply. “And you’ll cry as I do it.” I hung at her mercy, my mind racing through thoughts that dissolved into feelings with no sense and the sole desire that remained was to please and be her ponygirl.
She let go of the collar. “I can already tell you’re going to be a good one.” But how can you tell? I mean, yes, I will try my best! She put a bit in my mouth, then moved me around. The way she did it felt so certain, so unforgiving and without any hesitation. She put me over her lap for a spanking. There seemed to be no fear at all as to whether this was going to hurt me.
“I want you to remember that this is what you want. This is what you need. This is what you asked for. This is what you have been craving for a long time.”
I can’t remember if she was spanking me at the same time as she was saying these words. My mind began floating while I clearly felt all the sensations in my body.
“I want you to revel in it. That you can be the most beautiful slave girl.”
I felt like I landed right back into her lap. Fully grounded. Fully present. Happy and at ease. How did this fantasy scenario feel so real and align so well with my… true? Desires?
“Now, I’ve decided that until I hear you neigh, I am not going to stop spanking you.” Say that again… Nae? I’m supposed to do… what?
“I want you to imagine ponies you’ve heard in the past and I want you to mimic them.”
Uuuuuummmm… Neh? Naay? Neigh? I wasn’t even sure how to spell the word. When was the last time I heard a pony neigh and what does it sound like? How do people make noises with their mouths?
It sounded like she started spanking me harder but I barely felt it as my mind tried to scramble towards a door with a memory that might hold the answer.
Fuck, I have no idea how to neigh.
“I’m going to give you 10 more and then you’ll neigh.”
Was I just feeling embarrassed? Surely it couldn’t be that hard to make the sound of a pony.
I counted the spanks along in my mind.
Fuck, I don’t know how to neigh!
The tenth spank landed on my skin and I remained quiet.
Vivienne leaned in closer. She made the perfect sound of a pony, then commanded me, again, to neigh.
A sound of uncertainty escaped my mouth. I didn’t know how to give her the noise.
“Well that’s something we’re going to have to work on,” she said matter of factly.
Phew. I breathed out a sigh of relief. I didn’t fail her by not neighing just now. This was simply something we could and would work on. After all, I was going to be her pony girl and we had a few more scenarios planned.
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File Name : MLO00121.mp4
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