'OKay, I am narcissistic, so what?' They had so often blamed me for it, but I couldn't help myself in finding myself beautiful to look at, I liked jewelry and things that made my body look even better. So, why couldn't I just make a living out of it, my body I mean. I just never got the chance, not my fault, I just didn't have what it takes to be a model, the looks Yes!, the moves No! They thought I was to clumsy and my moves to wooden. Well I just wasn't very handy, not with craft work, computers or with boyfriends...

'Why, for heavens sake, did I ever join this workshop?' I kept asking myself. Of course creating jewelry had sounded fun, but wearing it was so much nicer. Well, working with fine metals like gold and silver, soldering, cutting and bending it, just wasn't half as good as wearing it... No, not my thing at all! In the whole workshop there seemed just one person able to create something really nice, but then, he was nearly a fully qualified goldsmith, he explained later. While I was just tinkering around he created the most fascinating eye catchers. My only question was what those cute rosettes were for, they just didn't seem to be normal earrings, something I thought to be a pair of sea-horses around a tiny button. Suddenly it became clear; they were meant to be fitted over one's nipples, covering them.

And now he was making something what I had no clue whatsoever what they were for, a tiny clasp...a bent piece of metal with another thing like a rosette attached to it...I knew it wasn't a real rosette though..from the shape...not symmetrical enough, not something that would fit a nipple or a bellybutton...it wasn't round and apparently not something just to hang on a necklace or something..! But it was obvious it was intended to cover something...with the tiny sea horses as a wreath...a half one that is...around it, a crown to what it covered. And the artist kept looking as if I was the one who inspired him.

At the end of the evening we ended up walking together to the parking lot when he suddenly said "I think they would fit you perfectly!" He looked at me, very intense...as if he wanted to pass a message with his glance.

"What do you mean.. I wouldn't even know what they are meant for?" I responded...innocently.

"For you of course...those are nipple-shields! And how do you like the ponygirls?"

"What do you mean, for ME!?! And what are nipple-shields? Or ponygirls?" I felt a chill in my body...up my spine, of course I knew what those words meant...those were, but at that moment I knew for sure that THAT was what he had made..

"You are the one who inspired me to make them...and You are the one who will wear them!" With those words said he walked away, leaving me behind, puzzled. How were those pieces of jewelry meant...as a gift? Those last words had sounded...demanding..! And how would they have to be fitted...I knew now where...those two round ones... Not much later the internet answered a few questions...

Of course, they weren't the so-called non-piercing clips...they would have to be pierced on...two tiny holes in the metal, one on either side! I had seen them...so easy...something through them...through what was inside. I tried to imagine...excited...how it would be, my nipples shielded...decorated with those pieces of art. I wouldn't be able to touch them...caress them like I did at that very moment. Only at that very moment, when I started fingering myself...I realized what that last one was for; to shield my clit! How it would work I didn't know yet but I realized I was looking forward to that.

Suddenly I made a decision: I would call him! And after having resisted a bit...keeping up appearances, I would make him fit them!

I made the call, but in the end it was me begging him to attach them, to let me become one with his art... To become a piece of art...HIS art! And so it was me who, as on command, rang the door bell on the given address, the next day. With still one question hammering in my head: 'What is a ponygirl?' Of course, I had heard about it, but those always had been those sadistic stories, something I just couldn't believe in relation with him. He seemed to be obsessed with beauty, not with those gross humiliating porn-things, which were not my piece of cake! And so that was the first thing I asked him: His idea of a ponygirl! How he could think of that idea together with beauty. From the stories I've seen they've nothing in common with being pretty...

"You are right! There are several different ideas about ponygirls, some very extreme, some of them just about sex and submission...whatever one's thoughts."

"And just what is your idea about a ponygirl?"

"My idea, what you are going to become, to put it simply: A piece of art, beauty...so very pure...serene..."

"And how did you think to manage that?" I asked, shivers running up my spine...'He wasn't even asking me...he just SAID it!' I realized. And I knew he had some power over me...control. The thought took possession. Without giving it another thought, I was focussed on what he was saying, while he looked at me with his piercing eyes looking right into my soul. Those eyes passed a message...without me knowing what, just accepting it.

"Oh...easy... YOU will become the perfect two-in-one of my art! With that I can show my customers how beautiful a ponygirl can be. After all my customers...the ones who pay the bills that is...are the gentlemen who buy my art for their wives, girlfriends or mistresses, and they are so much into visual thing...wanting to see what they buy and how it will look. And you are the perfect mannequin to show it on."

'Finally..a job-offer to use my talents in, my capacities and being, my beauty!" I thought.

"So...you want to want me showing them, showing off... You had any particular show in mind?"

"Well NO! What you will become is a living doll, a window-mannequin, mounted in a separate part of my studio, kind of a show-case! Just like those horse-dolls they use in equestrian shops to demonstrate horse tack!" He made it sound so normal and so very certain, as if I had no say in the matter at all. His eyes just confirmed that message, something so overwhelming...energetic coming from his eyes.

"But..?"

"Oh, don't worry, all will be taken care off...keeping you occupied...no time to get bored" It sounded promising, but it certainly had that undertone off will...power...force!

"May I have a look at that showcase first?" I responded, with a funny feeling in my belly.

"Of course, walk with me!" And I followed him to a kind of show room where several showcases with jewelry stood, and more then just a few with very expensive looking leather harnesses and tack.

"And THIS is where the best piece of my collection will be, YOU!" He pointed at a glass showcase on a socket, right in the middle of the show room. At the bottom of it a pair of hooves pointed up on polished metal bars, while another pair came down from the case-ceiling with identical bars. Somewhere in the middle a horsetail matching my own hair color seemed to float freely in the air. A little higher up a horse bit seemed to float on it's reins, nearly invisible that those reins did have another function then just being reins, being of thin pipes, but from the bit-piece it showed they might work as something to feed and water with...or breathing support.

"And if I just push this little button, the whole mechanical system starts. You see what happens?" Of course I did, both the lower and higher pair of hooves started to move rhythmically in a slow dance-like movement with the horsetail in the middle being the only static point. A vague sound of music came from the show-case. Only when he opened the glass door could I really hear it's rhythm...nearly hypnotizing.

What became apparent to me was that looking from the inside out the glass wasn't see-through glass but mirrors. And the platform rotated slowly.

As if he had guessed my thoughts he said "The only thing you will be able to see is yourself, the only things you will hear is the music. What you will feel stays a secret for now, but you won't be bored!" It sounded promising.

"It looks like one of those training-things out of a fitness club." I mumbled, more then a bit confused.

"Don't worry, YOU will have to do nothing! The technique takes care of that. I wouldn't want you to get tired or become to muscular!" A moment of silence while I let his words echo in my mind, until he broke the silence with "Please follow me, it's time!"

I just followed him to another room, with one of those chairs one sees in a gynecologists office. Not much later I lay there, after I had undressed completely, my legs spread wide, in that chair, my ankles fastened in the stirrups, my wrist cuffed above my head. "Are you afraid I would run for it?" I asked. I had considered it before stepping onto the chair.

"Not really, but this just makes it easier for both of us! Besides, just for you to learn being fastened, since that is what your future brings!"

"Oohh.." I managed to mumble while he attached my decorations, a little prick in my one nipple...some thumbing with it, a little glue, and then the other with the same recipe. Finally he knelt between my spread thighs. He thumbed over there too, and I suddenly gave a shriek when he pierced my clit.

"And what I am attaching now is my biggest gift to you!" I felt how he inserted something between my widely spread pussy lips into my moist tunnel, not big or thick enough to do anything...though it somehow pressed to a very sensitive spot inside my waiting pussy... "Just wait, as soon as you start your performance you will notice what it does! Did you take a good look at your tail? Of course you did. Well it takes care of disposing all your body-waste, just as the bit on it's reins will support all your bodily needs! And now it's time for the real work!"

Suddenly things went very fast! 'Farewell to freedom!' dawned in my mind.

He released me from the chair and brought me back in no-time to the show case. "OK, just place your foot in that hoof! Now the other foot!"

For a moment I felt something cold and slippery pushing against my anus while I bent over forwards and then it was inside. It kept me steady where I was, supporting but forcing too. Again a few clicks and my hands were locked in the upper-hooves.

Now it was time for my horse bit. It felt kind of strange, gave enough room for my tongue to allow swallowing, but it did fill my mouth enough to prevent speaking. The bridle kept it in place.

Suddenly, I was strangely aware of the plume on top of my head. Not that it weighed much, I just was aware of it's movements when I moved my head. Because of all the strange sensations, feelings and thoughts I even wasn't aware of the rest of my tack. Not until he started up lacing the little corset that attached my saddle on my back. He made it tight...very tight and for a moment I thought I couldn't breathe.

I started to panic, but his sharp words "Stop that!" together with a sudden pain on my bottom brought me back to reality.

"No way back...this is it!" He pressed one last hot kiss on my forehead and closed the mirror door. 'I was alone!' Seconds later the system started to move, my body parts were being moved in a rhythmical motion in sync with the music.

Now I became aware of what his little gift did, it stimulated me, it made me crazy...but it didn't get me there. And all the time all I could see was myself, reflected in every mirror...naked...a ponygirl. For a while I tried to resist the machine...to hold my breath, only to feel another sting on my exposed bottom. There was some kind of whip in a corner, attached to a mechanical hand. There was no way to escape, not the movements nor the music...thoughts started to vanish over the hours, my mind seemed to empty.

Eventually there was a realization that I had become a puppet on a string. A pony-puppet, no longer human, no longer able to intelligible thoughts..just overwhelming feelings..sexual arousal...what could I want more?