Jasmine

by Peter Loaf
with art by PeterPD
- do not use without the author's permission.



She received a letter . . .

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Received a letter,
offer too good
The fire crackles,
Norwegian wood
Ponygirl training,
needs understood
Her freedom trading,
if only could

Her thoughts are troubled,
how can he know?
Her secret keeping,
don’t let it show
A trance-like feeling,
going to go?
Pony girl training,
hands of a pro

A box of harness,
package of tack
A cooze strap tightened,
buckled in back
Buzzer bug holding,
up in her crack
The passion rising,
the deck to stack

Three strap ensemble,
dressing the part
Moth to the candle,
the trainer’s art
The letter’s orders,
training to start
Obedience learning,
her thudding heart

Dressed in black leather,
leaving her place
The buzzer buzzing,
set up on race
Her needs dictating,
her blushing face
Pony girl needing,
a spacey case

His castle coming,
parking the car
Pony girl pleasures,
coming this far
Each of us driven,
follow our star
Foggy night floating,
a pea soup haar

The address given,
her knocking loud
The portal opens,
a Master proud
Tight leather outfit,
so well endowed
Enter the castle,
her feelings crowd

Stripping her leathers,
showing her style
Her nipples aching,
it’s been a trial
The buzzing below,
mile after mile
Pony girl questing,
her nervous smile

Hoof-boots attaching,
his own design
Mastered and naked,
half out of mind
The bolts are tightened,
he’s not unkind
Pony girl horny,
subbie space find

Tottering balance,
clomping around
Walking adventure,
the pony sound
Pussy lips swelling,
heart thudding pound
The training paddock,
her dreams newfound

Sent to the courtyard,
practice alone
Collared and harnessed,
echoing stone
The bit and bridle,
nipples in cone
Clippy-clop pony,
fantasy prone

Watching her progress,
high stepping mare
The Master chuckles,
her beauty rare
Pony girl circles,
stepping with care
His castle keeping,
fantasy lair

Pony girl resting,
chained in her stall
The hoof boots holding,
it’s not her call
Shackle wrench needed,
afraid she’ll fall
His footsteps coming,
standing so tall

Harnessed in purple,
bridle and bit
Pony tail swishing,
dripping her spit
Fixing her shackles,
her fuse is lit
Pony girl passion,
oh please don’t quit

Carriage awaiting,
destiny rides
Pony girl trembles,
her Master strides
Gripping her tether,
churning insides
Pony girl’s passion,
his finger slides

Her Master’s plaything,
helpless and hot
Pony girl training,
taking her shot
Tickle clit promise,
dripping her snot
Passion prone pony,
so hot to trot

Pony girl stepping,
dawn’s early light
Fixing her harness,
a sexy sight
The pony prancing,
her traces tight
Day at the races,
her future bright

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. . . and became a pony girl.