God I’d love to try this! The prancing, the harnesses, the objectification, the feminisation, the bondage… ugh, why can’t I just be a sissy ponygirl/ponyboy now!
at peace with being a ponygirl
Now shut up.
(God I want to be her. Santa, can you wrap that rocking horse apparatus and all the harnesses and the cuffs and the head harness and put that under my tree please?)
I love the collar combined with my Hello Kitty pedant!
I guess horsies have hearts of a little kitty
“you already used rope to tie my ankles together. was the tape absolutely necessary?”
“Well, sissy, I know you thought you were going to be here in the frilly pink dresses you saw through the window, but unfortunately for you, entering My house and wearing those dresses is a privilege, not a right. You’ll be our pony girl for the first month - until you can prove you can follow directions, even when you don’t want to. If you can follow directions, you might just earn the right to enter My house, and live in residence as my submissive sissy maid. If not, I’m dropping you back at your friend’s house dressed like this. Now, your stable is just around the corner, Blaze - with a mane like that, how could that NOT be your new name, pony girl! - and Sissy Maid Jaime will be right around to feed you. You’d best obey - only Sissy Maid Jaime has access to the blankets, and tonight is looking cold…”
Stay quiet, slut.