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bed-headboard-fasteners-test Standing next to this pony Amber felt like a bed headboard fasteners test fraud, but the pony turned toward her, whinnied, and moved her head up and down in Amber's direction. When Amber held it up she could see that it was a waist cincher. The best part is that he can never experience an orgasm. This time the strap locked into place. Amber looked at herself in the mirror. Amber had lost track of the MC, she had no idea what he bed headboard fasteners test said about her. Instead she tset just inside her door.

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The promotional code amount will automatically be subtracted from your order total. Popular Stores With Coupons. Facebook Group Twitter. Amber did not like the comparison. As she and the pony were led onto the stage she was more embarrassed by what she felt were the deficiencies of her costume than by being displayed before a club full of people bitted and restrained.

There were already five other ponies on the stage. Amber looked quickly before being positioned on the end of the line. She thought all of the costumes were superior to hers. She wanted to get off the stage, but the woman was still holding her reins. Amber had shied away, but a jerk on her reins brought her back in line.

She wanted the floor to open up and swallow her. It felt like all the eyes were watching her. She was sure she was going to be laughed at. There was an MC on the stage.

He had started at the other end of the line of ponies. Amber saw the pony step forward a couple of steps. Amber looked over toward her only to feel a jerk on her reins. Amber looked toward her and then looked straight ahead. The MC had now moved the second pony forward and was giving a quick description of the costume. Amber dare not look.

Something in the woman's voice made her keep her eyes forward. She could hear conversations in the audience and occasional applause. The woman's pony received a long round of applause. Amber had watched when the pony stepped forward. She had lifted her legs high with each step. Her back was ramrod stiff.

She shook her head and neighed. Amber wanted to be her. Amber was very jealous. Amber's eyes wandered down the back of the pony. The stage lights were bright and Amber thought she saw marks on the buttocks and thighs of the pony. It looked like raised lines. But before she could get a better look the pony stepped back and she felt herself being urged forward. She didn't step high and gracefully. She had stiffened and frozen in place only to be pulled off balance and forward by her reins.

She heard giggles through the crowd. Amber blushed, what shame. Could this be any more humiliating? She tried to look over at the woman. It was a voice to be obeyed.

The MC was starting to say something about Amber's costume. Amber heard a click and felt the dildo stuffed inside her come to life. A high pitched yip leapt from her mouth and her hips began to move as she began to squirm.

The giggles became open laughter. She danced from one leg to the other. She tried to move her legs against one another. She twisted her arms trying to free her hands. There was more laughter now. Everyone seemed to know exactly what was happening to her. Amber had lost track of the MC, she had no idea what he had said about her. It had been a complete mistake to come here. She was being humiliated. She was an outsider and they were showing her that she had trespassed. Amber felt tears in her eyes.

Even so, she could not escape what was happening between her legs. She would have thought that the public humiliation would have suppressed any sexual desire, but it was having the opposite effect. She could feel it welling in her. If she were not gagged by the bit she would be begging and yelling for relief. Instead she just danced and twisted. How long this went on Amber did not know. But her level of excitement just kept rising.

When it finally exploded she thought her legs were going to give out. It was an orgasm of epic proportion. The vibrator clicked off, Amber slumped, and the crowd roared with applause and cheers.

As Amber recovered she listened to the MC announcing the winners. The pony next to her won best costume. That had been given Amber thought. There were several other awards, and to Amber's great surprise she received an award for creativity.

She had been wrong. She was not being humiliated for being an outsider; she was going through a rite of passage. She was being accepted. Amber's posture straightened. She beamed. The woman led Amber and the pony off the stage. She did not take them back to the wall but rather tied their reins to a railing near the stage.

The stage was then used for a dressage demonstration from the Rocking S Pony Ranch. A woman no older than her late 20's led a tall statuesque pony onto the stage. The woman held the reins in one hand and a whip that looked like it belonged in a circus in the other. The pony was in full tack with high pony boots that had no heels, requiring her to take her weight on her toes, and which opened into hooves with horse shoes. A high collar around her neck connected to a full martingale and bridle straps that went around and over her head insuring that she could not turn her head.

Her bit seemed to be of metal and the lever arms from the bit were connected by light chains to rings in her nipples. The reins were connected to rings in these chains a third of the way down from the bit arm. Any tension on the reins pulled down on the bit arm, but also pulled at the nipple ring. Amber felt her own nipples harden.

If she had use of her hands she would have given her breasts a sympathetic touch. The harness straps were wrapped around her body both above and below her breasts. There was some support for the breasts, but it ended well before the fully exposed and ringed nipples.

Her arms were held behind her. They appeared to have been folded with the forearms one on the other and then enclosed in a leather pouch that cinched tightly over the lower arms then up over and above her elbows. Amber had been unable to escape a simple strap.

She wondered what that restraint must feel like. Would she like to be put in that thing? She would be so helpless. She felt a tingling between her legs again. The look of the device was frightening, but she wished for a moment that she was wearing it. The woman pranced the pony around the stage cracking the whip so close to the flanks of the pony that Amber was sure some of them must have hit.

The pony lifted her legs high and followed the verbal and signaled commands of the woman. Her movements were strong, fluid, and precise. Amber was very impressed. When ordered to halt the pony came to a stop and stood facing the audience her hooves at shoulder width.

Amber's eyes drew to the closely shaved area between the pony's legs. Amber was sure that the pony was wet. The woman faced the audience. Wildflower was a reluctant, even rebellious, trainee when she first arrived at the farm. But look at her now, perfectly trained and absolutely obedient. If you have a slave that is acting out, or above his or her station, is disrespectful, slovenly, or just lazy, we guarantee results.

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Amber thought. A six month training program, wow that would really be an experience. Amber pictured a dormitory full of ponygirls in training sitting around and gossiping after a long day in harness. That would really be something. She wondered what something like that must cost. But what did that "chipping" and "recovery" business mean.

More fantasy Amber decided. The show was over and the stage was empty. Amber felt the strap holding her arms released. She lowered her arms and stretched them out. The woman handed her a card. Amber looked at the card. All it had was an email address. The pony, hands still tightly secured behind her back followed her reins held in the hand of the woman as they disappeared.

Amber stood and stared after them. She removed her bit gag and stretched her jaw. As she took a step she realized that the dildo was still inside her.

She looked around for the woman thinking that she should say something, but there was no sign of her. Amber still had a drink chit clipped to her collar. She had received it with her on stage award. She did not know what time it was but hoped she had time for another drink before closing. She worked her way over to the bar. They were still serving. Amber got her drink and moved over to the side of the bar.

She spent some time watching. She had not liked the fact that she could not watch what was going on for most of the evening. Many of the costumes were very exotic and she found that exciting. Amber was aware of someone moving up next to her. I think I would have run screaming first. She wore a leather skirt that stopped just above her knees. Her leather vest gave a hint of maybe C cup breasts. I was tied and reined. The girl blushed in response. It has been a crazy night.

I did enjoy it even though I thought I was going to die of embarrassment. I did not know it was going to happen. I don't know. I don't know who she is.

It happened early in the evening. I am not even sure how it happened. All of a sudden I found myself tied and under her control. For a long while I was afraid she was going to spirit me away to some secret dungeon or sign me up for six months of pony training. This place was really great for fantasy, and the fantasy had been amazing. I have to go. My Mistress gets very jealous. The large woman put her arm around the small girl and the girl moved in against her.

Amber felt a pang of loneliness. Almost everyone here had someone. Amber had had someone for most of the evening, but now she was alone. She finished her drink and went home. Amber slept late the next morning. When she awoke she looked over and saw the dildo the woman had had inserted in her.

It was sitting on the night stand where Amber had put in when she undressed last night. She picked it up and examined it. It was much larger than her vibrator. No wonder she had felt so stuffed. It had what looked like a connector on the bottom; it could be mated into a charger or some other device. Amber knew it could vibrate, but she could see no way to activate it, it must use a remote. Amber wondered if she should remind the woman that she still had it. That drew her attention to the card with the email address.

Amber turned it over in her hand. There was nothing on it but the email address. Did she want more? That had been the adventure of her life. She had loved that place. But it was not just the club. Before the woman took charge of her she had felt out of place. After the woman left her she had felt lonely. The time in between had been extraordinary. She wanted more of that. She wanted more orgasms like the one she had on stage.

Amber smiled. She had been taken to orgasm in front of a crowd of people. Amber would never do anything like that, but pony Amber had no choice.

She wanted to be pony Amber again. Amber opened a new email. She typed in the address. For the subject she wrote: "I want more. She got up and walked away from her computer. She fixed herself a drink. What was she afraid of? It had been a most amazing evening. She had let herself be placed under the control of a complete stranger.

That could have been a bad mistake, but it had worked out ok. It had worked out more than ok. It had been wonderful. And, at the end of the evening the woman had let her go. Nothing bad had happened. It had been the substance of Amber's dreams. She pushed the send button. Amber checked her email every ten minutes for the next two hours. When she had just about given up there was the ding of an incoming email. It was a response. All it said was "Open Me". There was a file attached.

Amber clicked on the file. Her computer said something about authorizing the file to open. Amber clicked yes. A video started. Amber saw the pony from the night before standing at attention before the screen. Do you want pony boots? The boots were amazing. The box appeared. Amber clicked YES. She did want pony boots. She wanted them very much.

Will you practice every day? Amber hit YES. She would, she really would. Send an acknowledgment as soon as they are there. Amber was shivering. She looked at the email.

She clicked on the file again, but this time nothing happened. Amber spent much of the next two days looking at pony boots on line. It was amazing the variety that was available. Amber wondered what was coming. She tried to remember the boots worn by the pony. She remembered she liked them, but other than the surface similarity she was unable to match them up with any boots she saw on her computer. She doubted they would be the most expensive, but any pony boots would be superior to the combat boots she had converted.

Amber felt like she had as a child waiting for Christmas morning. She remembered waking to find the room still dark. She knew that the tree and the presents were just outside her door and down the stairs. But she knew she could not go there until her parents were up and came to get her. There was a clock in her room, she was sure it had stopped.

She swore the hands were not moving at all. This felt the same. How could two days be such a very long time? She could not focus at work. She got several orders wrong. The next day she just called in sick. She wanted to be at home when the boots came. Late in the afternoon she saw the brown truck stop in front of her building. She almost ran out to meet the driver. Instead she waited just inside her door. Waited for the knock that would come.

Waited and waited, what if the delivery was not for her? When it happened she jumped. She had been holding herself so tensely that she could not help herself. She was only inches from the door, but she took a deep breath, counted slowly to ten and then she opened the door. Amber rushed to the bedroom. She opened the box.

She stared in as if the crown jewels had just been delivered to her door. The boots were better than anything she had seen on line. Slowly she reached out and touched one. The leather was so soft. But they looked huge. What if they didn't fit? How did they know her size anyway? She lifted a boot from the box and turned it in her hand.

She studied the deeply sweeping arch ending in a platform under which was the hoof and horse shoe. Held from the side it looked like the line of a horse's lower leg and foot. How clever she thought, but she noticed that she would be supporting her weight only on her toes and the balls of her feet. They were like the steepest stiletto heels she had ever seen, but without the heel. She would have to keep her weight forward or she would fall over.

There was a piece of paper on top of the box. It said: "Acknowledge before trying on. She opened the last email, hit reply and typed in "receipt acknowledged". Almost immediately there was a reply with another file. Again the instructions: "Open Me. She clicked the file. The image showed the pony, sitting on a bench with someone kneeling next to her. She was not wearing her pony boots, but her arms were still behind her. For a moment Amber wondered if the pony was always kept bound.

But then her focus returned to the boots being held by the kneeling figure. The video stopped. Amber did as instructed. She hesitated when she was down to just her panties and bra. She looked over at her computer then she shrugged and removed them. She was going to be obedient even if nobody knew. After Amber hit 'continue' the kneeling figure placed a pony boot on the pony as the voice of the woman gave instructions.

The video would stop to allow Amber to follow the procedure. It was pretty natural, but Amber was careful to keep with the instructions, neither moving ahead nor falling behind. To her amazement the boots fit perfectly. As she had expected, the arch of the foot was significant. When she stood up she wobbled and almost fell. This was going to be a challenge. Amber turned and examined herself in her mirror.

The boots made her legs look a foot longer. The contour and definition in her calves was stunning; they even seemed to tighten her thighs and buttocks. Amber had never felt so sexy. Her hand moved to between her legs. She and her vibrator were going to have a little entertainment very soon. The boots were black leather and came to just below the knees. They laced up the front but then the lacings closed under a strap at the top.

There was extra support at the ankle, and a wide strap there as well. There were D rings on the inside of both straps. There were D rings on the outside of the straps as well. Each strap ended with a slot being placed over the outside D ring. A smaller strap threaded through the D ring. This strap fastened into a clip with a distinct clicking sound. Each boot was locked into place at the ankle and just below the knee. Amber stood and took a tentative step.

She thought she looked like a new born deer trying to walk. The video had started again. Will you be a good pony? She almost fell as she bent forward to access her computer.

As you have noticed, they will lock into place. As soon as you have done so you will acknowledge with an email. There will not be a response.

At either 9pm or 11 pm exactly you will click on the icon of the boot on your screen. You will be led through an exercise and training routine. It will be from one to two hours. You will sleep in your boots; this provides a good time for your feet to adjust. In the morning at 7 a. You can then remove the boots, shower, and prepare for work. No defalcations of any kind will be tolerated. You will be severely punished for disobedience. Do you understand? She had not expected such a rigid schedule.

Nothing had been said about how long this would go on. She loved these boots, but how could she sleep in them? She loved the way the looked and felt, but wearing them for hours at a time was going to be a real challenge.

She examined the locking straps. She could probably force them open, but it would all but ruin the boots. It was intensive, but she could see how it was important for her to adjust to them. She would give it a go. If she decided she hated them she would not put them back on and send an email to that affect. She clicked YES. The screen went blank. Just moving around her apartment Amber started to see the logic of wearing the boots long term. When she stood in them it felt like her foot was going to cramp, but she could feel her body adjusting.

At first she made only minimal effort to walk, using her hands to grasp and rely upon objects and walls. When it came time for the first training and exercise session she was glad that she had worn the boots for about five hours. The session lasted just under an hour. At the end she was exhausted. She had felt clumsy. She had fallen twice, but she was beginning to get the idea of how to properly balance her weight.

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