Owned, used, totally controlled. Do those words do anything for you?
It’s not easy to write about ponyplay without referring to deeper matters. You have to be able to see objectification or humiliation as sexual turn-ons; otherwise ponyplay is simply absurd. The concept of human beings on display as dumb animals suggests a pretty profound level of kink that is definitely not for everyone.
That said, If the concepts work for you, read on.
Imagine being buckled into a tight web of leather harness, including a bit and bridle. Imagine that harness hitched to a cart, and someone sitting behind you in that cart, holding the reins, controlling you, directing you with pulls and twitches. Maybe they even have a whip to speed you up, to remind you not to drag your feet. It’s your body doing the work, but it’s not your mind that decides how the work gets done. You’re just the engine, the manifestation of someone else’s will.
If that idea has some resonance, then imagine the arousal when you can’t do anything about it, and are being pushed to go faster, faster, while thigh and ass and belly muscles strain…. For those into pain, imagine the whip that drives you. For those into service, imagine the pure gift of carrying your dom wherever they want to go. For those into bondage, imagine all the varieties of harness that presses here, there, everywhere.
If asked Jen would tell that she was beginning to feel fear. Even a sense of panic was starting to build inside her, but for some strange reason she found herself frozen in place as the trainer continued with the bridle. She was instructed to open her mouth and felt the bit to the bridle placed into her mouth. At each corner of her mouth was a ring which was on a strap that passed through a loop on the strap that circled her head from the crown to her chin. This strap continued around behind her head and buckled at the back of her head just above her neck. Because it was not connected to the strap around her head it could be independently tightened without regard to the head strap, yet because it passed through loops on both sides it was held in place just behind the corners of her mouth. Connected to the rings was a dowel covered with rubber to make it pliable, but certainly not soft. From the center of the dowel pointed inward was a plate about an inch and a half in length. When the bit was placed in her mouth the plate pushed down on Jen’s tongue. The dowel was connected with links to the circles in the bridle, but the ends of the dowel itself, without rubber covering extended through the two rings. They each then had a short raised bar to which reins could be attached. The effect would be that when someone pulled on the reins it would not only pull the dowel deeper into the mouth, but would rotate the plate down on the wearer’s tongue.
Quickly the trainer adjusted the straps and pulled them tight. Ok, Jen really hated this. It was not comfortable at all. It held her mouth open with her teeth biting down on the rubber covering of the dowel. There were no reins attached so the plate was just floating in her mouth, and although it was not long enough to create a gag reflex, she could not get her tongue around or over it. She tried to say. “I don’t like this.” It sounded nothing like what she had said. She shook her head from side to side to try to dislodge or loosen the bit in her mouth. It fit perfectly and moved with her head as she shook. She found herself snorting through her nose as she did this.