I could tell from the look in Erin’s eyes as she stared daggers at me that I was going to pay for this later, but somehow that just made it funnier.

I chuckled and flicked the buggy whip across her magnificent ass, shouting, “Giddyup, pony!”

My girlfriend flinched and tossed her head just like a real angry pony. She was on all fours before me wearing nothing but a thong, a bridle, and a bit gag. I had wrapped her fists in plastic wrap to turn them into hooves. It’s amazing how dehumanizing it is not to be able to use your fingers.

We were nearing the end of a dungeon session with a client, one in which Erin was being forced to be a pony and I was her trainer. The client had no idea that we were dating when he booked a double with us, but as he watched from a throne across the room,... Read More