She stands there, harnessed, proud and tall,
Eyes looking forward, at nothing at all,
The tight leather presses against her soft skin,
She is so eager to run, for the ride to begin.

. . .

It all happened so quickly, she had taken the bait,
Walked right into the trap, she realized too late!
He seemed so trustworthy, that strong, charming man,
She suspected nothing, till the capture began.

Chained, stripped and collared, she was taken away,
To her first stall, where she slept on the hay.
All that restless night she kept wondering why,
Till she firmly resolved that resist she would try.

But alas her fiery free spirit was expertly broken,
To her amazement, the ponyslave in her had woken.
In paddock and coral she was worked through her paces,
Whipped till well trained for the ponycart races.

The time passed so quickly, she learned so much,
But the greatest of lessons was a Master's touch!
Her new life had turned her into a female sex pet,
Whips, touches, cart-racing all made her so wet.

. . .

Branded, bridled, bitted, in leather restraints,
A Master's commands she eagerly awaits.
She stands there, harnessed, proud and tall,
Now trained and ready to serve one and all.