It was the winter of 1966, and I was a young and very broke engineering undergraduate at our local university, when at my school chum's vernissage I met Suzanne of the emerald eyes and warm smile. She took me down to her place by the river, and knowingly seduced me by feeding me tea and oranges. We made passionate love, again and again. It was incredible - she was the first woman who ever had multiple orgasms on me. The darkness of night stopped before we could. Too exhausted to sleep, we lay there and talked of our hopes and dreams and passions, me of my engineering and the dawning of the computer age, she of her drawing and painting. I complimented her charcoal sketch of a woman harnessed like a horse, that was sitting on an easel facing us in a corner. When she casually mentioned that all her life she dreamt of becoming a ponygirl, I sat up, absolutely stunned! I admitted that most weeks I dreamt of owning my own ponygirl, ever since I was eight. Could it be? Was she my soul mate? Could I travel through life with her, going far as Master and pony? Suzanne just beamed her smile, looked at me and mused. "Non. You cannot tame me. You don't know 'ow and you don't 'ave the gear. You are so poor!" While I emptied my pockets of bills and change, I made a proposal, a deal with her. "If I can convince you that you are my soul-pony and tame you in one week, here, in your apartment, with but this... $38.52... to my name, will you be mine? All I require from you is your trust and co-operation." Our eyes met, hers showing surprise, amusement and delight. She smiled her agreement. After telling her to be ready for the first step, I left, my head spinning, already planning out some easy inexpensive first ponygirl gear.

I found a stretchy headband, a thin bamboo stick, a spool of thick thread and a peacock feather in the local five and dime store. Total cost, $3.96. Thrilled, I bounded up the outdoor steps to her seedy third floor flat two at a time.

Suzanne opened the door as I was about to knock, greeting me wearing nothing but a smile. She was eager to play along, reach her pony fantasy, secretly wondering, hoping I had it in me.

She was so soft and curvaceous. She sure had that certain je ne sais quois about her. She knew it and she loved using it. Though I was dying to take her there and then, and my jeans seemed suddenly way too tight at the crotch, I stuck to the task at hand.

First I got her long light brown hair into a pony tail. Then the headband went on, with the feather secured to it via the thread.

"You know what ponies do. You will now high-step around the room!" I commanded in the firmest tone I could muster. As the first hour passed, then the second, she was drilled in the high-step to perfection, inspired by her desire and goaded by my bamboo encouragement.

When she heard the final "Whoa girl!" she stopped and stood, trembling from excitement and exhaustion. Her lowered eyes flashed at me and I knew I had won round one. Our lovemaking that night was even better.

I picked up a pair of little X-mas bells and some thin thread at a nearby Woolworth store. Total cost, $2.50. When I arrived at her place by the river, I saw she had been waiting for me for some time, her head all pony-tailed banded and feathered, and she naked, with hands behind and eyes lowered.

Wordlessly I approached her and hung the bells on her nipples by little thread nooses I had fashioned. She shuddered her pleasure as I tightened those nooses.

Oh those bells made for lovely jiggling and jingling as I again put her through her high-step paces. She was perfect. And were her nipples ever excited!

Round two also went to me. My reward was her acquiesence and her wonderful lovemaking. After all the pony submission, was she ever aggressive, on top, riding me wildly.

Pascal hardware provided a short dowel, two eye-hooks, two metal snap-hooks and a number of leather thong strips. Total cost $6.79. I screwed the eye-hooks into the ends of the dowel before heading for her flat.

And there awaited my dream pony-to-be, naked, belled and feathered, absolutely delicious!

One glance at the dowel in my hand, and Suzanne opened her mouth to be bitted, clearly pleased. I threaded a shorter thong into each eye-hook, pulled them back behind her till the corners of her mouth were distorted by the dowel, and tied them together. She was bitted and she knew it! A longer thong went on one end of each metal snap hook, and they were snapped into the eye-hooks. She was in reins!

I tested for tightness then led her around her apartment from room to room, by her reins. She followed docilely, remembering her high-step.

Round three was mine. Need I say more about our lovemaking?

I had a midterm exam and little time. The exam went fine, but for the first time I anxious, unprepared. Might I lose the day and the challenge? The Salvation Army store was my next stop. I found a soft black sleeping mask with a good elastic, for only $1.25. It sits above the bridge of the nose, over the eyes, and makes a nice blindfold. I knew from my psychology classes that the lack of vision in a pony would be useful to teach trust.

With a lot of searching I also located an old small leather belt with metal grommets. Everyone know the symbolism of a nice collar.

The Army and Navy Surplus was where I got her a pair of handcuffs for $3.00.

I was exhausted from our late nights of passion and from cramming for that exam. We only spent an hour, repeating yesterday's paces, but Suzanne was blindfolded, properly collared, hands cuffed behind her. Hesitant at first, she proved quite the trouper.

She insisted on keeping all her ponygear on, staying blindfolded collared and cuffed, on her back with her reins tied to the headboard. I plowed her as happily as any missionary, and knew I had aced round four.

$3.85 at the Salvation Army store provided me with hose, garters and a wide leather belt, all black. Again she greeted me fully outfitted, even blindfolded. So she could not possibly know that I took pleasure in the glistening dew on her pussy lips, the hardness of her belled nipples. But of course she knew. She was a woman.

The minute I took off her blindfold and she glanced at the new items, she realized they would further enhance her figure, and give a harness and saddle-like impression when worn. She loved them! And when I saw what she looked like in them, let me tell you, so did I.

Her glance told me I had already won, she was already all mine, but I pretended to not see that I had tamed Suzanne pony, and kept going with the charade.

Now, she was ever more into pony space. Our ponyplay and our loveplay was so delicious.

That Salvation Army store was a gold mine. But I was surprised to find the pair of red, size eight, thigh-high, two inch heeled go-go boots in such a place. Naturally I grabbed them. $10.00 was most of my remaining cash, but it was worth it. Another $1.50 at Woolworth for two more little bells and I was set.

To say Suzanne went bonkers at the sight of the boots would be understating it a little.

I only went bonkers after I put them on her and saw her first high-step. She went around and around that room, high-stepping in the boots, bells a-ringing, blindly following my lead. I knew I had her. She was truly my ponygirl, my soul-pony.

Truth be told, Suzanne, all woman, knew she had me.

I spent the last of my money for a somewhat used light brown hair extension at the Salvation Army and for some pipe cleaners and twelve feet of soft rope of just right thickness at Pascal's. Wow! I even had thirty-five cents left of my original $38.52! But she was sure worth every penny of my wealth. Hehehe.

That evening some of the rope was knotted around her waist and then under her, through her crotch and crack. It made a wonderful and stimulating crotch rope, projecting a sense of bondage and control. The simple hair extension was hung from the back, fashioned by means of the wired pipe cleaners to first rise away from her rear, then drop, for a nice flexing tail effect.

By now all pretense was dropped. She was my ponygirl and I was her Master. And we both relished it, revelled in it.

Yes indeed all those inexpensive and unlikely objects, for $38.17, helped me win over my pet. Before another passionate month ended, I had proposed, bearing two nipple rings (not removable) and a nose ring (removable) in an old blue suede Birk's jewelry box.

Suzanne had played coy. She took over a minute to accept my conditions of marriage and ownership.

When I think of it all now, our forty years as one, our two fulfilling careers, two wonderful now-adult offspring and even a bouncing grandchild later, I feel satisfied. Yet what me and my Suzanne of the emerald eyes and warm smile still enjoy the most is our private ponyplay together, outdoors, on the wooded paths of the Laurentian foothills.