My heart is still racing as soon as I start to think about yesterday night. Warm candle light was lighting my Love’s room as she asked me to kneel down. It was our first testrun with the new pony mask. We still don’t have a catsuit and the harness is still in the fury-fantasy workshop for the final touch.
But this evening wasn’t about perfection anyway. This evening was to carefully set foot onto new terrain. The moment she closed the mask around my head I knew I wouldn’t be able to say a word even though there was no gag to silence me. I just knew I couldn’t say a word.
The first thing my Love did was working on my posture. Her hands were touching me here and there, encouraging each muscle to bring my body into the right position. I was surprised how hard I had to work just to stand upright. Did I mention that she is a professional physical therapist? But not only for humans, for horses, too. And it looks like she can add “pony” to her business card.
As we had no harness she applied some ropes as replacement. And soon she was guiding me through the appartment, directing me with the reigns and her voice. Because deviant from real horses ponys can not see the body language of their trainers.