Master and I hadn’t done any pony play for a while, so when I asked him (seductively, of course ;D ) a couple weekends ago if he wouldn’t mind taking his filly for a romp to mark the running of the Kentucky Derby, he was more than happy to 
To get started, he dressed me in his favorite of the 3 waist-cinchers I own (though I like to call it a “cupless corset,” because of the alliteration 
) in an off-black that’s actually a bit on the brown side, “coffee” stockings (I’m not kidding, that’s actually the manufacturer’s name for the color!), and my thigh-high pony boots ;D
First of all, he lightly roped my arms together behind my back and buckled a collar on me, which was promptly joined by a ballgag with rings allowing him to clip his reins to Bridled as I was, I delightfully pranced back and forth for him in my pony boots in what he called my “warm-up” After I was good and broken-in ( ), he replaced the ropes binding my wrists with the armbinder, strapping me in nice-’n'-tightly so I wouldn’t escape Whinnying excitedly as he bound me, my “bridle” was replaced with a much more substantial panel muzzle gag, and it was in turn buckled nice-’n'-tight *whinny!*
Now that I was all bound up and bridled like a good rope-pony should be, I was ready to ride Lightly swatting my bare butt with the riding crop to get me started, he commanded me “Walk, pony!” I obediently pranced for him, lifting my “ponied” legs high for him (whinnying occasionally into my gag for no good reason ;D ), getting extremely wet as I did so *blushes* Walking behind me, holding my reins, he pulled on one side or the other to direct me as I pranced, correcting me with a light swat if I slowed or pulled too far ahead or veered. Occasionally, he’d just swat me because he could, though, and I would do my best impression of the horse in the Ferrari logo, bound as I was
Once this had become tiresome for him, he stopped me and pushed one of my vibrating toys inside me. I squealed into my gag in response, but managed to transform it into a whinny halfway through, which pleased him greatly 
He turned it on, and it was all I could do to keep from collapsing to my bound knees! I struggled to stay the course as I continued to prance, which got me soooooooo much hotter! *blushes* Right as I was on the verge of orgasm, he stopped me again and removed it! I whinnied angrily, and made my displeasure known by rearing up again like the aforementioned cavallino rampante. He just chuckled, and pulled me over to the couch (we were in the living room at this point), on which he pushed me, bent me over, and took me from behind, tugging at my reins!
It was arguably the most memorable orgasm I’d had in pony play ever – the “exotic” placement on the couch more or less assured that But it was a slow, smoldering orgasm, born of the yearning, aching feeling I got when he denied me my pleasure from the toy. Everyone knows tease and denial ultimately makes the eventual pleasure that much better, but DAMN! LOL I lit up slowly and came to a long-burning head, like a flare. I whinnied and moaned and struggled and whinnied, as the orgasm-flare sizzled through me for what seemed like 10 or 15 minutes (I’d tend to assume it was more like 2 or 3, but you know how that goes ). By the time I was totally spent, Master had already pulled out of me to clean up, and left me on the couch to rest up for a few minutes before moving me back to the bedroom to undo my “dressage gear” ;D
It was certainly a Derby I won’t soon forget
*whinnies!*
*bridle kisses*
