Making a Ponyboy 2

September 17, 2007

Wow...

I just got back from my first pony play event. I want to go back and do 
it all over again. Now. No kidding. Typing is difficult because my hands 
are shaking slightly. I warned my partner at work that I would be 
useless today, and in the future, I'll plan to take a day off at this 
end of an event as well. That's life and learning, but here I am for now.

It all started on Friday with the set-up. I was to be part of a 
three-person work crew to get the site up to shape for the event. One 
person had to back out of this due to work issues, so there were two of 
us. Still, we got things in shape working from 1:00 to about 6. Somehow, 
helping to get the area setup was a good preparation for me.

Saturday started out rainy but our spirits were not dampened. The 
weather report said it would clear by early afternoon, and as we had 
seen the weather clearing in Malden, MA, we knew we would be seeing blue 
sky in plenty of time. The other ponies started arriving around noon and 
by 1 there were five of us. We ranged in experience from none (me) to 
six years. We worked on gait training, jumping and then moved on to reins.

What a moment that was. Getting hitched to reins for the first time and 
worked to them. That's when I finally understood what submission is. Not 
in the cerebral way I did going into this, but on a much deeper and 
emotional level. After a time on reins, by myself and in teams and - 
finally - blindfolded, I would have done anything for my Mistress. It 
remains that way now.

We went to a play party after the afternoon session, and Mistress 
hitched me up in line with one of the other ponies, parading us all 
around the house. I got a bit of a lashing with the reins for deciding 
to turn when I had not been told to. That same thing had happened earlier in the day, so Mistress decided to push her point home by having me march straight into a wall. When I did that, she knew that I had gotten the message! I also got the spurs when someone suggested it, but other than that, nothing but praise and a few 
treats (mind you, I didn't mind the lash or the spurs). Mistress 
unhitched us and got talking with some other people. Not hitched to 
anything and with Mistress not holding my reins, I decided to wander 
around and schmooze. I'm good at that. People were well behaved and did 
not offer to touch the reins, but I did get a few complements in my 
rovings and even a scratch or two behind the ears. I live for that now. 
 :-)    When Mistress finally caught up with me, she offered the reins to 
a couple of people, one of whom took her up on it. He marched me around 
once, declared it a lot of fun, and moved on.

I stayed in pony gear for almost 12 hours enjoying every minute of it 
until at last, I felt like I was going to drop where I was standing. At 
about 2 a.m., I finally asked my Mistress to let me out of the gear, 
which she did. I got a cup of water, headed up to bed, and crashed like 
I've never crashed before.

So now I'm hooked and loving it. As a result of the weekend, I have been 
invited to a party next weekend at a private dungeon. Once again, I will 
go as La Dresseuse Maureen's pony (meaning I'll be perfectly safe). She 
has promised to push a few limits on me. I suspect a flogging of some 
magnitude is in my near future and I'm looking forward to it. Imagine!