Bondage Hymn of a Ponygirl

by Nob
- With art by ALeslie-Art.
- Do not use without the author's and artist's permission.
- Can be sung to the Battle Hymn of the Republic, should anyone care to!



My body loves the pressures of the straps with which I'm tied,
They tell me that my Master's orders cannot be denied;
So in my racing harness I take pride in every stride --
   A ponygirl am I!
 
With elbows chained behind me and my arms hung down my back,
I can only use my legs to pull my Master round the track;
The sulky's tongue between my legs digs up into my crack -
   A ponygirl am I!
 
Glory, glory to my Master:
If I don't move any faster,
There will be a small disaster -
His whip will find its mark!
 
The girl ahead of me is going to win this major race
Unless I find some way to hurry and increase my pace;
To lose will mean that I must suffer punishment's disgrace -
   A ponygirl am I!
 
But still there is the pleasure of the bar between my thighs,
Its constant rubbing on my clit elicits lusty sighs;
So even if I lose, I'll cum, and that will be my prize --
   A ponygirl am I!
 
Glory, glory to my slave-boots,
They reveal my basic slave roots,
And inspire the rabid crowd's hoots ---
They love me in this park!
 
We're near the finish line and I am putting forth my all,
But then we cross it and I hear the judge's final call:
I've lost by barely half a breast, though mine are hardly small -
   A ponygirl am I!
 
The climax that I went through just when I was gaining ground
Slowed me down and robbed me of the joy of being crowned;
When we get home, I know that I'll be punitively bound -
   A ponygirl am I!
 
Glory, glory to the blinders
That will hide my cruel binders -
As they give me some reminders
That racing is no lark!