Ponygirl Tales by Don Winslow

now, going through the now familiar routine. Seating herself on the padded bench, the ponygirl took up a pair of black nylon stockings, thigh-high stockings with wide elastic tops that would band her thighs halfway up their slim tapering lengths. After putting the stockings on, and adjusting them to assure a smoothly even fit, she dipped a foot into one of the boots. The knee-high boots were of a gleaming black leather, with full length zippers down the side. Once in place and zippered up they encased the calve in a tight sheath of shiny leather, while keeping the ponygirl well up on her toes. Their comfortable fit and thick stacked heels assured they were sturdy enough for the continued pounding of a furious race. Silky stood up and stamped about to settle her feet in the boots. She looked at herself in those wicked gleaming boots, sleek, stylish, very sexy, yet quite serviceable. She smiled. Silky loved her boots. Next, she had to cuff herself. The 3-inch wide straps were padded and lined with red satin. Each cuff had a D-ring sewn in, useful should a Master wish to apply a bit of restraint. She took off her wristwatch and then buckled the straps in place, banding her wrists in a business-like manner. Then she turned back to the locker for the final piece of adornment she must wear – the tail. She found it hung on its peg inside the locker. The long luxurious mane of hair matched her own dusky brown hair. She found the tube of gel and liberally greased the squat double-flanged plug that would be used be inserted through the metal ring between her cheeks to secure the tail in place up her pert bottom. She turned her back to the mirror, and bent over, reaching behind her with one hand to pry open her butt cheeks while she used the other hand to carefully thread the butt plug through the ring. She took a deep breath, forced herself to relax, and slowly shoved the butt plug up her anus. It popped into place, and she felt the instinctive spasm of the sphincter as that tiny muscle tried to expel the invader. She closed her eyes and forced herself to relax even further, preparing herself to accommodate the plug in her rear end. She looked at the results in the mirror, arched her back to raise her rump and gave the little wiggle to her hips, swishing her newly-acquired tail in a gesture of saucy delight.
    Standing up to face the mirror, the new ponygirl worked to make the final adjustments, while feeling the creamy rise of excitement surging up in her. She tightened the straps that crossed her chest; gave an extra tug to the crotch strap, drawing it deeper into her rear crack. A final tug on the narrow strip at her groin pulled it even tighter to compress the soft flesh of her vulva, as she hitched it up yet one more notch.
    The feel of the snugly-fitted leather straps constricting her body, sent an electric thrill rocketing through the girl   She closed her eyes in dreamy reverie as her hands slid down from her naked breasts, curving to follow the sweeping contours of her hourglass figure, savoring the slimness of her waist, the flare of her hips, her naked haunches and the bands of the lacy elastic at the tops of her stockings.
    When her eyes opened again, it was to behold “Silky” in all her glory, her thin body adorned with the black leather strapping of a ponygirl – it made her hot, incredibly randy.
    She looked into the big brown eyes that met hers with an even stare, and she slowly widened her booted stance and to stare boldly, defiantly, back at the girl in the mirror. The way she looked in bondage never failed to turn her on: her small naked breasts framed in leather, seemed to stick out in proud display, nipples tightened and protruding, already stiff wit h arousal.. Her whole body tingled. Her eyes fell to her lightly-furred vulva, indented by the crotch strap; her half-naked thighs, the black nylon stockings, and those sexy boots, sleek and tight, that kept her arched up high up on her toes. Her fingers touched