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Pony Tales Jeff: Where has the ponygirl gone? Me: neighhhhh winnieeer winnnieee! Jeff: I would say that you must be a superlative Ponygirl, sugar cube? Me: yes....sugarcube please ( : Jeff: A sweet reward for being an oh so good ponygirl, here, let me take off your bridal, and bit...there, much better. (: Me: Thank you for the reward. Well..it certainly looks like you know how to keep a pony in order and thru her paces, and care for and even pamper her. Not too sure about the carriage. This pony is a willful one. Sendin' a lil' pony sugar back to you... Oh..and of course, sum proper tail ideas. ( ; Jeff: You're welcome, it is much deserved. Your trot is balanced, and your tracks are well completed. Though there were times that some corrections were needed, and they were given smartly. Though afterwards, your stripes were tenderly soothed with fragrant healing unguents, and the reward of sugar lumps dipped in Amaretto, Almond if you did well, cherry if you did very well did please you. A carriage only for training, I think you will make an excellent,and thrilling show pony. Your tack will be of patent leathers,with silver furniture,and pearls. Sometimes in red for your fire, sometimes in black for your passion, sometimes in pink,,, just because I wish it so. You will need a proper tail, Hmmmm, which is best to properly favor you? I will have to think upon that.... Jeff: Willfulness is not an undesirable trait, a pony is not an automaton. Showing some color is something I find desirable in a pony. I find both the first, and second styles of tail to be of interest, The first for show, the second I think is better suited to other occasions, and will show a lively switch at the trot, and not encumber my appreciation. And, if the pony is feeling a bit too willful, a dab of chilled ginger sauce might afford some additional focus.. Do you prefer a green plume, or perhaps blue? I'm leaning towards orange, with a violet center blaze. Me: Very true about willfullness. I agree with your thoughts about the tails. Orange with violet plume definitly. Fire and flames have those hues. Now, for the chilled ginger suace... My imagination has me thinking on that one. Jeff: It would be my normal practice to dip the tail plug in warmed gel, and then carefully place it for later appreciation. But, on those occasions when I feel it to be beneficial, I include just a dab of ginger sauce, chilled to delay the effects for a moment or two. Were the occasion demanding firmer correction, then the tail is not used, and a plug of fresh wet ginger is peeled, and put in its place.(also carefully placed) This is done prior to using a crop, or paddle so the willful pony might derive the full measure of benefit from her correction. Then after the soothing unguents are tenderly administered, perhaps the gift of an amaretto drop. I would then lead the pony to her pensive chamber where she might reflect on her day. Me: This pony is smiling. (: Jeff: I am glad you are pleased, I believe it is time to give you your stable mark, in the morning after you have been awakened, the stable girls will bath you in lavender bubbles,and perfume your hair. No need for harness&bit today, just a collar, lead, and ball gag. Your new pony boots fit well, and have a hobble chain attached, formalities must be observed. The new leather lead has loops in which your arms are bound (again, formalities,) The only thing missing is your tail. This I insert with ceremonious care, not a formality, merely indulging my enjoyment of your form in motion. As you are led down the cobbled hall, I explain what will shortly follow..... Me: Oh my goodness! And I'm reading this just before going into work. whewwwww! Ponygirl is now becoming a bit anxious awaiting your explanation ... Jeff: She is a good ponygirl, and shall not be disappointed.... Jeff: I lead you from your stall room, into the cobbled hall, I require no particular gait from my ponygirl, as she in unfamiliar with her ponyboots. Now most keepers would insist on metal shod boots, but on cobbles they tend to slip, and skate. (I'll slip a secret, that is the main reason for the hobble chains, to keep our lovely ponygirls from having their hooves fly out from under them)Your boots dear pony have hard rubber under them to prevent that from happening. In time I will give you iron shod boots when you can safely use them. (but I still use the hobble, because it pleases me to see you in them.) As we go down the hall, a stable girl at your side just to be safe, I tell you what is at the end of the hall. There are two doors. When we reach them I will ask, "do you wish to become a true ponygirl? If you answer no, I will have the stable girl lead you through the left door, where your things are waiting and you may gather them, and go your way in peace. If you answer (and I believe you will) "Yes" then I will lead you through the right door into the welcoming room. I give your lead to the stable girl, and she leads you to the Bridge of understanding. This is a long wooden device, highly polished, and furnished in brass, and silver. It is 2 feet high in the middle, tapering toward each end. The stable girl seats you on the middle, and turns you to lie along its length. She then fits the leather bindings at you ankles, and knees, then at your wrists and elbows. The bindings are not overly tight yet, as I then open the ends of the bridge till they form an X. Now that you are in the pose I desire for you the bindings are tightly set. I see the uncertainty in your eyes, and reassure you that you are safe, and about to receive your ponygirl mark, and your stable mark. All ponygirls must receive them once the say Yes.. As I have been talking to you, the stable girl Drinda prepares you for your first mark, a tattoo. Using rich warm lather slowly spread over your fine, and fiery thatching, the feel of it causing your breath to catch a bit......... Me: This is wonderful! Lucky be the ponygirl who has you as her keeper. yes ~ *smile* 4/16/11 Jeff: Drinda prepared the needles for applying your pony mark, there are two of them, one smaller, for fine lines, one larger set for filling in between them. The needle holders are very old ivory, delicately carved, and perfect for the work at hand. Drinda got these items from the master who schooled her in tattoo, as she wished to be perfect in her work. Drinda agrees that you are of the pony spirit, and so I have appointed her your chief stable attendant. She is very kind,and very precise. I'm sure that you will benefit greatly from her influence. She nods that she is ready to begin, and I remove your ball gag for a moment to give you an Amaretto cordial of dark chocolate, with cherry liqueur. I can see that you enjoy the smooth warm taste. After a moment, I replace the ball, and tell Drinda to begin. Its a small mark, no larger than a quarter dollar. Its two pony shoes under an arcade banner showing your ponygirl name, Sprite. Drinda seats herself in the lower space of the bridge's "X" as she was when shaving you. She places one hand just below the area to be tattooed, and wrests her working hand upon it to ensure a clear precise mark, and she begins... Slowly, with a gentle tapping motion the needle is applied to create the mark so familiar to her. As the work progresses, I hear you moan a little, and see just a bit of squirming as each tap of the needle finds its place in your smooth, now glistening skin. I watch with great appreciation as your sounds, and movements begin to soften, and change. The rhythmic tapping of Drinda's hand has found its way into your secret pleasures, and now your moans are slower, your breath faster, sometimes catching. Squirms have a slow undulation straining just a bit against you restraints, fingers clenching, a very dreamy look in your eyes. Presently Drinda has finished your mark, and as a final act, applies a cloth wet with alcohol. this is done to set the ink, and also to clean the skin, and protect it. She smiles as the sensation seizes you, and your body becomes nearly rigid, and begins to tremble, then shudder in the involuntary throes of release. I lean over,and whisper Welcome Sprite, you have done well after which I give you a small kiss on your forehead....... Me: WoW! WoW! WoW! Sprite is drifting off into her most divine and heavenly ponyspace. and she is very happy and smiling (: Thank you my dear loving trainer, Sir! ***I have a short clip of a video if you'd like to see it, that shows a happy and smiling ponygirl, They will not let me post the link here***  |
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4/14/2011 12:54 am |
Thank you very much, qqueisque.
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4/17/2011 6:55 am |
Thank you kindly, LQQKie4U.
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4/17/2011 5:53 pm |
yes.... it does sound divine! *smile* Chukar Cherries - Amaretto Rainiers
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4/18/2011 1:48 pm |
I have not yet tasted them. I am leaving that for my imagination to follow as per the story.
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4/24/2011 10:39 am |
I don't think he'd mind. A few leads on the glass slipper, but not the right one.
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5/6/2011 1:24 am |
I'm doing ok. Busy with work. Thank you for asking.
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Glass slipper, What a wonderful posting.Whoever finds your glass slipper is very lucky.
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