Ponygirl Sheba
- by N & S.
- as provided by Joshua & e.
Bitted and bridled the pony girl waits
To be taken and put through her paces,
Her tack and her gear all gleaming and bright
Just as if she were bound for the races.
Girthed by a corset whose tightness ensures
Her quarters are rounded repletely,
She tosses her mane and neighs with delight
For she feels such a filly completely.
Shod in high heels to give her the gait
Of a thoroughbred prancing and springing,
She stamps to preview what her master will see,
Her ringed dangling cunt lips a'swinging.
But not so her tits, in rope harness bound,
To insure they're projected out tight.
As she canters along they may wobble a bit
But loose swinging just would not be right
Her tail is quite different, by butt plug secured,
And fashioned of real horse-hair hanks,
She flicks it about to brush at the sweat
That gleams on her black-stockinged flanks.
At a touch of the reins she canters away,
As she hears how her cunt-harness jingles,
The knowledge she's Sheba, the Queen of the ranch,
So excites her that every nerve tingles.
Given her head she will curvet and bound,
But such skittishness soon has to stop,
As her master applies a sharp tug on the reins
And strikes her bare rump with his crop.
Till panting and sweaty, fully worked out,
Lovely Sheba is hitched to a rail,
While her Master, so firm, but attentive as well
Goes to fetch her a drink in a pail.
Bending to drink, her round rump is upraised
And quite un-selfconscious, in pony girl way,
Of the criss-crossed welts from the quirt,
Concludes for fair Sheba her pony-girl day.