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Becoming a pony girl

(all events are fictional, this is just a fantasy, any coincidences are accidental. All interactions between people should occur only with mutual consent. And they must adhere to the principles of safety, conscientiousness and consent. The images is used only for illustration purposes, you can contact me if you have rights on them and you would like to remove them or add credits. All characters here are over 21 years old)

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Later, Alice will remember the moment. For her, the moment was like a second birth. But then she didn’t realize it.

The collar was secured on her neck. “Click!”, the lock clicked and Lady Elena, Alice’s new owner petted her head. “Good girl”, Lady Elena said with a calm and quiet voice. Alice’s knees were trembling.

“What will you make me do?”, Alice asked suddenly. And at the moment she realised how silly her question sounded. She already signed the contract, she already dropped on her knees and rejected her ticket to freedom. Lady Elena didn’t even show her surprise.

“You will be my best pet. Cute and obedient.”, she smiled kindly. “And very strong.” “But I am not sure I can…”, Alice worried. “Don’t be afraid”, Lady Elena assured her. She walked to the wall where the bridles hung. And took off one of them.

“You will follow rules”, she continued “and you will be obedient ponygirl”. While talking, she did something with bridles, but Alice couldn’t see what exactly. “But I’ve never done anything like this”, held out Alice.

For some reason, only now she began to realize what kind of story she got into, and therefore tried to distract Lady Elena, to delay the moment when the inevitable would happen. A door creak was heard behind, and Alice jumped off her knees as the earth turned to lava. She didn’t want to show that she was standing in such a humiliating position. Then she remembered that she was naked, and was even more embarrassed. A girl entered the barn, Alice had not seen her before. Unlike the maid, she was not naked. She wore a comfortable jacket, pants that fit tightly to the body. She wore leather boots on her feet. It wasn’t particularly hot that afternoon, but Alice was still surprised that this girl was dressed like that.

“She is ready”, the Lady Elena turned to the girl. “Good”, said the girl. She clearly was not one of the Lady’s maids.

“Who is she”? Alice asked defiantly. She was scared. The newly arrived girl inspired her with genuine fear. There was strength in her. Not the same as Lady Elena’s - she had kind and rather wise strength, this girl radiated something more aggressive. Lady Elena walked towards Alice, with some piece of clothes that Alice didn’t recognize. Some kind of bondage?

Her instinct was too strong - she started backing away but unexpectedly ran into something. Into someone. The girl with heavy boots (how did she move so fast and soundless?) grabbed her by both hands, twisted them, and forced Alice to sink to the ground. Alice cried out in sudden pain, but her face rested on the floor, and several straws fell into her mouth. The unknown girl piled on top of her, pressing with one of her boots. Alice tried, but couldn’t resist. Through her fuss, she heard that Lady Elena approached her and in the next moment the girl made her arch her arms back even more. The girl grabbed her grip, lifted Alice, and clamped Alice’s head between her legs while holding her hands behind Alice’s back.

Alice’s hands were brought together, and Alice felt Lady Elena begin to pull something large and leather over her hands. In seconds, her arms were fused into something tight. Few more minutes, and it was fully secured. The armbinder - and it was it - held Alice’s hands snugly. It allowed the girl to loosen her grip slightly. Alice whined softly, but every time she turned up the volume, the unfamiliar girl began to press on her harder and it hurt so much, that Alice was seeing the stars.

“Here we go”, Lady Elena said with satisfaction and walked back to the wall.

She returned with the bridles in her hand and she sank to Alice’s head level.

“You see, the first rule is the simple rule”, she said grinning.

“Ponygirls don’t talk”.

Alice instantly knew what was about to happen and tried to clench her teeth and lips as tightly as possible. But the girl on top of her still was there and pressed hard on her. In pain, Alice sighed sharply and opened her mouth for a second. It was enough for Lady Elena to have time to insert the bit between Alice’s teeth. But it was not just a bit - the tongue port was attached to it, and it pushed her tongue down in the mouth. She tried to resist the bit with her tongue, but it was not possible. The worst thing was that when she tried to push the port with her tongue, the port started to touch her throat, and she felt light gag reflex.

She tried to shake her head to prevent Lady Elena from fixing the bridles, but the girl just squeezed her legs, and Alice calmed down, realizing the futility of her attempts. After securing the bridles, Lady Elena smiled and touched Alice’s cheek.

“You will get used to it”, Lady Elena said calmly, and this calmness passed on to Alice. Alice tried to say something, but she could not make any sound, even remotely similar to human speech. With her tongue pushed down in her mouth, it was hard to swallow and she started drooling, and it made the situation even more embarrassing. Lady Elena smiled again.

The girl, who was still holding Alice with her hips, grabbed her from behind by the collar and loosened her grip with her legs. A second later, she stepped over it, continuing to hold the collar. Alice tried to flinch, but the girl tugged hard on the collar, and Alice lost her breath. Leading her by the collar, the girl took her to a corner where there was a frame, similar to the one that Alice saw in the cowbarn. She fixated Alice’s body in the frame. As a result, Alice found herself in position on the knees with her legs attached to the frame. Her torso was attached to the struts and it made it impossible for her to move. Her head was firmly gripped by something like a vice. Lady Elena and the girl appeared in Alice’s field of vision.

“Now with pleasure, I would like to introduce to you your new bereiter, your trainer - Sarah”, with the words, the girl bowed her head a little bit and giggled.

“Sarah is our neighbour, and she is very experienced horse trainer”, continued Lady Elena. “So you are in right hands”. “But I digress. We need to finish your transformation.”

And at that moment, Alice realized that she had surrendered. She couldn’t do anything, she couldn’t move an inch. She just realised that it is her reality now. The inability to speak, to move at will, to be naked - all this was her new normal. But she couldn’t imagine where the transformation will lead her. Sarah started her job - the transformation was not completed yet.

At first, she gathered Alice’s hair and tied it tightly in a ponytail.

Secondly, she continued to work on Alice’s torso. Alice couldn’t see what happens, she felt light touches, she felt something was put on her. Some ropes, reins, harness - all of this flashed in Sarah’s hands, and after it was attached and secured on Alice’s torso. At the moment she felt that armbinder and the harness on her body become connected - it fixed her in a position with her chest bulging forward and her shoulders slightly back.

Apparently, the armbinder was comfortable - it was tight, but not too much, and her arms were not pinched too much, they kept normal blood circulation. But they were useless, of course. Something touched her chin and her neck - some other bondage and it was secured here. Something went through her crotch to her back.

Alice understood that she will never be freed without help. When everything with her torso and head was done, Sarah switched to her legs. Alice felt that something slipped on her legs, her first thought was leather boots, but then she realised that her ankles and foot is fixed in an unnatural position. But as her legs were hanging out in the air, she didn’t felt any discomfort for the moment.

After her legs, Sarah returned to Alice’s face. Alice could imagine that her face looked very stupid - she still had problems with swallowing, she was drooling, her tongue was pushed down and she bet that there was a saliva’s puddle under her. Sarah suddenly pressed cotton wool to Alice’s nose. Alice smelled a pungent smell - cotton wool was soaked in some kind of strong disinfectant. Eyes started to water and she felt that Sarah diligently wiped the bottom of her nasal septum. Alice didn’t understand why would Sarah do that.

Sarah walked away, and a few seconds later returned, holding something shiny and sharp. In a second Alice realised what it is and tried to get out of her pose, started yelling and howling.

Well, she tried. She was too well fixed, and the bit drowned out all her sounds. At the moment, when the needle pierced her septum, she literally started to see stars, it hurt her so much. Tears ran down her cheeks. The pain was throbbing, Alice would moan, but the bit prevented it.

“Easy girl, easy”, Sarah whispered, she was focused on her job.

Another flash of pain and Sarah moved away again. Through the pain, Alice felt something on her upper lip, something cold, metallic. The ring. This moment turned everything upside down. Alice was enslaved and completely dehumanized. Her old life vanished, her new reality came true. Her dreams come true. “You have a high pain threshold”, praised her Sarah. “You didn’t even make a peep”, she smiled and gently stroked Alice’s head.

“You are lucky you already have nipple piercing”, Sarah noticed. She walked away and returned with two tinkling bells. She hung one for each nipple. “One more thing…”, Sarah put something over Alice’s eyes, and Alice plunged into almost total darkness. Not complete, she could look down - with her eyes, not her head, and see about the next meter.

“Yeah, I think you are ready.” Alice’s mind was foggy. The piercing broke her, she could not think straight. Sarah detached Alice from the frame. Sarah kept the reins in her hands and helped Alice to stand up on her feet. Well… When her feet touched the ground, Alice detachedly noticed something wrong. Her feet were in an unnatural position and she would have fallen instantly if she had not been supported by Sarah. Alice had to lean forward slightly to keep her balance. But her armbinder made her push her chest out. Her feet were almost upright. She jerked with one leg, almost lost her balance again, jerked with the other… “Click-clack”, clicked Alice’s hooves and loud metal sound cut the air. Yes, she stood on the floor with her hooves.

“Easy, easy”, repeated Sarah. She stood to the left, the reins from Alice’s bridle stretched to her arms.

Alice couldn’t see Sarah’s face, she only saw the lower part of her body and the floor. Sara pulled on the reins a little and slowly pulled Alice forward. Alice took her first step…

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sagespirits8 · 8 days ago

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Kelsey was a promising young author, with several published short stories on a variety of subjects. But she wanted more. She wanted to branch out into more challenging areas.

Her next work would be a tense thriller. A young lady taken from the street, subjected to a brutal kidnap and cruel, psychological torture. Forced to use her resourcefulness to outwit her captor in a chilling game resulting in her hard fought freedom. As Kelsey ran through the plot in her mind, she resorted to the grim corners of the internet for further inspiration. She devoured pictures, videos and other media depicting all manner of damsel predicaments.

The strange feelings in her gut….and perhaps even lower down got her mind racing. Was she ashamed that she might have brought herself off to some of the things she saw?

The idea of a being a helpless bound captive was becoming more of an obsession as the weeks passed. Kelsey wrote pages and pages of the story, but her mind was too fixated on the details of the kidnap itself. What she was wearing, how it happened. Where she was taken…..what type of bonds and gags used. Her vision of the kidnapper was of a dark and silent figure. Hooded and hulking as his massive hands easily grabbed and took her away. She even imagined the sensation of his hard cock pressing into her as he mounted her during the initial binding and gagging.

It was too much for her and she knew she needed to feel it in real life. More hours trawling through message boards…..summoning up the courage to arrange a ‘kidnap’. Of course there were plenty of takers out there…all willing to play kidnapper to her desperate damsel. Trying to convince herself that this was purely for research sounded utterly ridiculous. Kelsey couldn’t exactly screen her potential abductors either….HR processes didn’t really exist for such scenarios.

In the end she got talking to someone, ‘Jason’, who seemed to get it. His approach was respectful and he explained how he got into this kink. His rational words convinced her that he knew what he was doing and more importantly, that he got her motivations. He sent through pictures of the various equipment he owned and even outlined how the scene could be performed safely, and without causing any real life trouble with the law. Jason even sent her images and videos of himself as a reassurance of his normality.

Everything in her logical brain was telling her to step away while she could. But she couldn’t forget the images of the restraints as well as the leather straitjacket and hood….she was practically gushing at the thought of being bound like that.

Ahead of their rendezvous, Jason provided addresses of the locations and his vehicle details. Kelsey saved them all on her phone and with a feeling of sickness and excitement, she was now in damsel mode.

The evening was dark as she waited near the quiet industrial estate outside of town. She took a cab, not wanting to leave her car abandoned in this place. Her phone flashed from an unknown number, the text said he was less than a mile away. Her heart leapt as she saw the van approaching. She was dressed in a skirt, heels and jumper. The lingerie and stockings was at her kidnapper’s request and she stood with her pussy tingling with anticipation.

The door of the van opened and there he was. Standing at over 6 foot, Jason’s slender frame looked strong enough to take her. The menacing hood was already on and he walked toward her. She was unsure of what to do, but instinctively tried to run. Her captor moved with alarming speed and easily scooped her up before she had a chance to get anywhere. The gloved hand tightly went over her mouth and she was carried to the van. Her heels slipped off as she was thrown into the back.

Kelsey tried to scream but he was now lying on top of her, his body weight driving the air from her lungs. She flapped like a fish in the net, her legs bucking and twisting. She felt his hard cock against her ass and she slumped for a moment…..if he hadn’t been gagging her, she might have just begged him to rip her skirt off and fuck her right now. Her arms were zip tied behind her and the ankles followed. She was expecting the gag to follow, but instead, the bitter, chemical fumes of a soaked rag was now pressed over her face….this wasn’t part of the deal.

Kelsey woke….eyes heavy and unable to focus at first.

The smell of the fumes were still in her nostrils…..but also now mixed with the more familiar scent of leather. Her mouth was stuffed with something solid as she tried to talk. Movements were restricted too….she looked down to see the leather straitjacket, heavy and gleaming as it was securely buckled on her.

As her vision began to clear, she saw the mirror in front of her, with the predicament in all its glory. The leather straitjacket was indeed on most tightly, the hood was also laced on her head. The mouth was buckled with the panel gag and bit. A collar was around her throat and padlocked with a chain running up to the beam across the ceiling. Her panties and stockings were still on, and she stood swaying in her bonds. The damp basement was cold with a few strip lights illuminating the room.

She angrily grunted through the gag as Jason walked into view. Enough was enough. Being knocked out wasn’t the agreement….it was time to release her. The hooded figure held up her phone in one hand and threw it to the ground….crushing it under his boot. She wailed and shook in her bonds as he also grabbed her purse and high heels, throwing them into a trash bag. But the worse was yet to come.

The kidnapper took out another phone from his pocket and played a video clip. It was Jason.

He was filming himself at a book launch across town…..exactly at the same time she had been taken. Kelsey stared in dumbstruck horror as her kidnapper removed his hood…..she didn’t know who the fuck this guy was. All the while, the grinning face of her apparent real abductor was waxing lyrical about the fun night he was having……a solid alibi at a crowded event.

The fake kidnapper smiled and told his damsel that Jason would be stopping by to tell her all about the talented people he had met. But until then, it was lights out as the blindfold was snapped onto the hood.

Apparently he has a thing for authors.

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