Parade

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




Pony girl stables, dressed in my tack
High heels and stockings, tough keeping track
Elbows together
High in the heather
Pony girl harness, the leather black

Wasp waisted corset, lacing it tight
Head harness strapping, striking midnight
The ball gag fitted
Pony submitted
Nipple rings weighted, robbed of my sight

The order spoken, tug on my lead
Tottering blindly, his subbie steed
Led from the stable
Hooked to the cable
His team assembled, his stock to breed

Pony team hitching, taking too long
The girl beside me, something is wrong
A jig she’s dancing
Snorting and prancing
Our Master chuckles, to him belong

A sudden splatter, groan of defeat
I feel her squatting, smelling so sweet
Hot urine spurting
Power asserting
Arm bundle lifted, her bottom beat

Too late for changing, the signal gun
Six helpless ponies, starting as one
The pony’s parade
The ponies displayed
The sounds of a crowd, music begun

Stiff necked I’m collared, high stepping blind
The Master’s snapper, my bare behind
The pain stars flashing
Hundred yard dashing
Jingle bell nipples, the finest kind

The carriage follows, His well trained team
The crowd applauding, my dripping cream
Pony girl passion
In Bristol fashion
Fantasies filling, my hottest dream

“Look its aunt Sophe!” cry from the side
High stepping falters, the death of pride
The laughter growing
Hot body showing
Stumble recover, cracker applied

High in my vulva, a buzzing thing
Orgasm threatens, more shame to bring
Screaming a warning
Wishes suborning
The pressure building, sanity cling

Subbie lust conquers, orgasm’s grip
Team hitched and blinded, I must not trip
The carriage rumbles
Resistance crumbles
Running and coming, Los Vegas strip