My PonyGirl

It never fails to come up in conversation “When did you learn about Ponyplay?”  My first introduction to ponyplay was by accident. Well, almost by accident.

Someone had loaned me their tattered, tabbed and dog eared  copy of A.N.Roquelaure’s The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty.  He said I would love the bondage and non-consensual slavery in it.  He was so right.  But there was so much more.

Up until that point, my collection of bondage related smut was just that, bad smut.  Poorly written stories of female slavery, heavy bondage and a lot of kinky sex.  But nothing compared to what I was now reading.

This wasn’t smut.  This was well written, well researched and very graphic tales of  how Sleeping Beauty awakens to find her Prince Charming has taken her as his prize and makes her one of his castle slaves. To be used and abused in so many ways by so many people.

You could tell by the way she wrote, this author was very familiar with the world of S/M, bondage, slavery, pain and punishment.  She had to have had personal experiences with the headspace of a well used slave to write stuff like this.

Of course this was before the world discovered that A.N.Roquelaure was in reality the popular mainstream author Anne Rice! The world of literature was in shock when that became public and the books popularity soared.

I understood why my friend had so many pages tabbed or dog eared.  There were so many parts you wanted to go back and re-read. This was some good shit and I had to race out to find my own copy to finish reading the story!

No sooner did I get my own copy and settle in for a long night of erotic reading, I had hit the infamous Bridal Path.  The perfect world was now before me as I read her accounts of Beauty, Tristan and being forced to march thorough town like a common, everyday pony.  To be forced nude to race like a harness horse and to be treated as such a lowly farm animal, I had found my kinky heaven.

I was raised around horse’s, ponies and carts.  I had experienced the thrill of the power one gets when he has the reins in his hands and the control of the horse before him.  The erotic senses created by the smell of freshly oiled leather as it is placed upon the pony.  I now understood it all.  My vanilla world had finally clashed with my kinky world and there was no turning back!

I Was a Pony Master!

What was your first exposure to PonyPlay??