by Nob

Illustrations by Robert Bishop

Originally Published in Hogtie Vol 2. No. 6

See the pretty pony in her harness and her chains,
See her buck and whinny when her master jerks the reins.
Scanty is her costume, so there's lots of flesh to see:
Just above her corselet, her luscious breasts jut free.

Moving past the stable now, despite her master's size,
She must pull his racer by the bar between her thighs.
Straps secure the front end of the draw bar to her waist,
Drawn to vicious tension so it cannot be displaced.

"Damn the whip," she mumbles, as her passions start to rise
With the rhythmic pressures of the bar between her thighs:
Every step increases the erotic pleasures there —
Tantalizing torment, it is more than she can bear.

Even though her master's whip brings forth a whinny shrill,
Frantically, the pony rides the draw bar harder still.
Soon her body stiffens and her hips begin to jerk;
Nipples taut, she rediscovers why she likes this work.

Angrily, her master yells and yanks upon her reins;
Though she must arch backward, she ignores the added pains.
Recklessly, the pony halts and clamps her booted legs
On the teasing draw bar while her master shouts and begs.

Then, despite the torment of her bondage and the whip,
The pony reaches climax in the middle of the trip.
Overcome with passion, writhing beautifully she stands,
Paying strict attention to her body's sweet demands.

Later, when she's sated, she regrets the daring act:
See — her master's coming with some new things he's unpacked!
First, a heavy hobble to restrict her dainty stride;
Then, a pair of breast-clamps to which now her reins are tied.

Finally, a blindfold so she cannot see at all;
Guidance for her footsteps will require her master's call.
Back, then, to the stable, and to tortures worse than fires —
Because she has surrendered to her womanly desires!