My Trip to
Maitresse Lisanne's Pony Farm
© 1998 - Thunder Pony

Dear Mistress Lalique,

Per my Mistress's request, please accept the following report on the day I spent at Maitresse Lisanne's farm... and Thank You!

Adoringly,
Thunder Pony

The Preparation

Last Wednesday night in the Boston Dungeon Chat Room I met MLalique. I was chatting with my friend NewPonyBoy, about Pony Play. It was such a coincidence that MLalique signed on and quietly and unobtrusively inquired about ponygirls for a photo shoot. To think that I asked this Goddess Mistress if She was a photographer! Mistress allowed me to chat with Her privately and I told Her that my former Master had begun some training with me in the past, and that I enjoyed it, and wanted to explore it some more. Mistress Lalique told me about a ponygirl shoot She and Maitresse Lisanne were doing for Equus Eroticus magazine. She explained they needed some ponygirls to participate. My heart at that moment started to pound! Without thinking, I volunteered. My heart over-rode my mind, and did not give me a chance to think about my decision. My truest heart spoke, the heart of a submissive who would adore being like one of the proud and regal ponies I saw at the Erotic Thoroughbred show last August in Connecticut. My dreams many times since then had been of Stone Pony and Piper, two of the most beautiful and strong women I had ever seen. My former Master and I had been enthralled by them. There was no questioning and no going back on this decision. It was in my heart.

In addition to my desire to be a pony, I was very intrigued by Mistress Lalique. She struck something deep inside of me, and I just had to know more about Her. I felt an intense desire to meet Her and to serve Her. I can't really explain exactly what it was that made me feel this way, but the feeling was very strong. When Mistress interviewed me on the phone, my heart was racing and I was shaking with desire to serve Her, much the way I feel when my Master speaks to me. I feel Their wonderful and incredible dominance, and it cuts to my slave heart like a sword. It was so wonderful to learn that Mistress and Master are friends, and know each other well... Karma!

I wrote Master to request his permission to loan me out to Mistress Lalique and Maitresse Lisanne. Much to my delight, he granted His permission (Thank you Master!). I let Mistress Lalique know I could attend, and wrote a thank you note to Her, Master and Maitresse Lisanne. Master and the Mistresses also allowed me to invite my former Master - CC (who is my soul mate and on his own journey into the ecstasy and agony of submission). CC was my catalyst into the appreciation of human ponies.

The arrangements were made, and I was to go to Maitresse Lisanne's for 11:30 that Sunday. I was to bring whatever Pony gear I had and slut clothes since I didn't own any fetish wear such as a corset. I was to prepare myself exquisitely; hair, manicure and pedicure, and makeup. I went heavy on the eye make-up since I knew that would be pleasing to Master. I was instructed to be completely shaved, and spent a long time making sure there was not a rough spot to be found. Mistress realized the short notice, but requested that I watch The Black Stallion by Francis Ford Coppolla, which I did Saturday night and again early Sunday morning. My favorite part I think was when the boy and the stallion were running around and around on the beach. I ran around and around my room.

The Training

When CC and I arrived at the beautiful and secluded farmhouse with real horses in the field near the barn, there were several cars parked out front. I felt breathless, trembley, afraid and incredibly excited all at once. We followed a man from a distance in the direction of the barn. Tethered to the fence was Piper, whinnying so incredibly like a pony. I couldn't tell the difference between the human pony and an actual horse. It appeared she had clamps attached to her beautiful chest, and was perhaps being teased and delightfully tormented by what could only be the Mistresses. The two women I saw took my breath away, as did the pony Piper. CC and I watched from a distance, while the pony was being attended to. I thought to myself . She is a REAL pony, nothing like what I imagined a ponygirl would be like - Oh my, there is no way - no way at all that I could do this successfully. That fleeting fear left me the instant Mistress Lalique came over and introduced Herself, as I dropped to my knees and kissed the tip of Her boot. I was at that moment lost to Her power. My minimal training had been mostly to step and move in unison with my ex- sister sub and to obey movements of the bit and reigns. Most of this training took place in our bedroom or at the Chateau, and in no way prepared me for the rigors of true Pony Play; or the mindset needed to forget being human and to become a pony. But my heart spoke to me and guided me. I wanted this more than anything!

Mistress attached a lead to my collar and led me over to the fence tethering me to it next to Piper. She stopped speaking directly to me; any questions about me were directed to CC. I was no longer human, I was a horse, and for the first time in my life I had begun to feel like one. I cannot describe the intense feeling that came over me. I was no longer allowed to express myself in a human manner, any communication or action on my part was to be as a pony.

Mistress stroked my black velvet dress. I had worn this dress especially since the fabric reminded me of the coat of a fine black horse. Mistress Lalique removed my dress to reveal a velvet burgundy and black lace teddy with openings in the cups so my pierced nipples would be exposed. She began teasing the rings in my nipples and taught me how to whinny like a horse. In my previous play, I was never able to whinny, I just couldn't do it, the sounds that came out of me in my efforts were so ridiculous. All Mistress had to do, was tug on my rings, and I began to whinny just like a horse!

Mistress Lalique tacked up this pony with a bridle and lead line. While She was doing this I was watching Piper's exquisite pony movements. Like an inexperienced dancer, I followed her lead and learned from her, trying to emulate her movements. My feelings were somewhat confused during this time, ranging from fear of the unknown, to shame over my ineptness and unattractive body compared to the beautiful Piper, to pride and wonder of beginning to feel less human and more horse-like. Above all other emotions however, I was feeling an incredible desire to please Mistress Lalique and Maitresse Lisanne, who had won my trust and deepest respect. I knew in my heart that I would strive to be the best pony I could possibly be for them.

Lunging In The Field

The mistresses finished up with our tack, which included long swish ponytails attached to our rumps. Mistress Lalique softly told me what was expected of me. I was to walk with my knees raised high, head up and proud, and eyes lowered. I was not allowed to look at the Mistresses unless they made it clear that I was to do this. Mistress placed leather cuffs around my wrists and cuffed my hands behind my back.

Piper and I were led by our bridles through a short wooded path out to a recently plowed field. We walked over the soft earth, which sank a bit beneath our feet. I was taken by the beauty and privacy of the farm, a perfect place to feel free and uninhibited as a pony. I feel feeling incredibly nervous and excited.

Mistress Lalique led me out over the field, and had me start walking around and around Her as She slowly let the lead line out. I was to keep tension on the line at all times and step high. I was surprised how quickly my legs became tired and my breath became labored. The soft earth was like walking on soft sand on the beach, and I had difficulty keeping a good balance with my hands secured behind my back. I became nervous as I realized how quickly I became tired, and I was afraid as I realized that I had the potential of letting this beautiful Mistress down. With all my heart I wanted to please Her, and have Her be proud of Her pony.

I fought the fatigue with all of my might. I learned to step high and walked slowly or quickly, however Mistress Lalique wanted. I learned to halt on the Mistress's command, and stand with my legs spread apart. The mistress was completely aware of the physical difficulty I was having, and pushed me gently but firmly to continue, occasionally using Her long stinging whip.

During this time I was thinking like a horse. The only thing I was thinking of was keeping tension on the line and to keep moving, anything else, even whinnying, made me loose focus. Rarely I would peek at the beautiful Piper a distance away from me, going through her paces. Oh She was wonderful! She knew many different steps, and trotted like a pony. She didn't look tired at all. I in comparison felt like an old fat mare that had been out to pasture far too long. Whenever I peeked at Piper, my line would become slack and Mistress had to correct me.

After a while, which seemed like forever to me, Mistress brought in the line and led me back to the path. Piper was still going strong, and I was glad to have the opportunity to really watch her. Soon afterwards, Mistress Lisanne brought Piper in. Piper was near me and came closer. The next thing I knew she was nuzzling me with cheek. It was a deep instinctual feeling that made me begin to nuzzle her too. The pleasure I felt having this warm and beautiful pony so close to me like this took my breath away. I was in heaven as we rubbed our cheeks and breasts against each other. In my mind I saw two ponies out in the field gently rubbing against each other. Just that thought and the sweet contact I was feeling, made me almost orgasmic. It was a very intense moment for me.

The Mistresses allowed us to nuzzle for a while, while they watched and joked that they might need some cold water to break us apart. We were obedient ponies though when the mistresses tugged on our lines and led us back to the fence where we were once again to be tethered.

Bareback Riding Down A Stony Path

As Mistresses Lalique positioned me to be tied to the fence, I thought I'd show Her how pony-like I had become. I raised my head and tugged on the line, as I had seen frisky horses do. I'm not sure what prompted me to do this, perhaps it was just to see what would happen. I soon found out as I was ordered to present my ass, and Mistress Lalique gave me quite a sound whipping with what felt like Her crop. This was no sensual beating, this was a hard stinging punishment whipping for being disobedient. I felt so ashamed for testing Mistress this way, and now I knew without any doubt that it would be much better to behave as a proper pony, and this was definitely not a game.

The Mistresses tacked us up for bareback riding. A tight wide leather belt with stirrups was placed around my abdomen and cinched up tight. Knee pads were placed on my knees. I was ordered onto my knees and to follow Mistress Lalique. The field that we were in was full of prickery briars that dug into my hands as I followed Mistress. For some reason the pain didn't seem to matter at all, the only thing that mattered was obeying Mistress.

We stopped at the beginning of the path. Mistress Lalique gave me instructions on how to obey Her tugs of the reigns attached to my bit. I lowered myself to the ground so She could mount me. She sat on my back and placed Her feet in the stirrups. I was now responsible for carrying Her full weight and for maintaining a good balance. She felt so incredibly wonderful on my back. In a way it made me feel very satisfied, almost as good as having a nice hard, full ::grin::.

Mistress Lalique had me begin to move forward down the path. For the first few feet it wasn't too hard, and I thoroughly enjoyed giving Her a ride. But soon I felt the knee pads begin to slip, and I began to feel the rough little stones fully on my knees and on my palms. Oh darn (actually a much naughtier word) I thought, now what am I going to do! The pebbles soon became pure agony, but I kept on going as far as I could. I was determined to give Mistress a good ride.

I fought the pain as long as I could, but finally had to pound on the ground with my left hoof, indicating that I could go no further. I was so disappointed I felt like crying. It was much like using a safeword, which I hate to use. I always try to go just a little bit more, but sometimes you just can't. I know it is honorable to use the safeword, but I always feel a sense of personal failure. In my heart I wished so hard that I could have been stronger, that I could have blocked out the pain in my knees. I wish so much I could go back and try even harder. I think with good fitting knee pads, I could give Mistress a nice long ride. Oh how I long to do this!

Mistress Lalique led me back to the fence and removed my tack. Piper's Master requested a 15 minute break, and Piper and I were led to a nice grassy yard behind the farmhouse. A bucket of water was brought out, and without any hesitation I dropped to my knees and lowered my head into it and eagerly slurped up the water. I was so grateful I hardly even noticed that Mistress had rested Her foot on my neck as I drank.

A Break

Mistress Lisanne provided a lovely lunch. I made a sandwich for my companion, then went off to be by myself in the field out back. I wanted to reflect privately on what had happened so far that day, and to have a private smoke (very un-pony like). I was much too excited to eat anything. When I returned I had changed into a black top and panties, to be more pony-like in my appearance.

When lunch was finished Mistress Lalique ordered me to stand in front of Her with my legs spread apart. She held an odd looking red device, like a pole with two prongs on it. I had never seen anything like it before and wondered what it was. She asked if I liked electrical play. Well, I love the violet wand, so much it can make me come. So I figured, well it must be similar to that.

Ohmigod! She held the device to my pussy and I got the shock of my life! The shock was not all that painful - but very, ummm, shocking - so much more than I could have imagined. I yelped and backed away afraid. She told me to stand still and I obeyed. Mistress shocked me with the cattle prod again. I was shaking like a leaf, the shock coursing through my body. I was so shocked I couldn't move, and just stood there. Several minutes passed and the next thing I knew, I was flying into the air screaming! Mistress had waited until I settled down, then had playfully shocked me in the rump. What an experience, something that I will never forget. Without a doubt, this device will make me find stores of strength within myself that I never knew existed. It is definitely quite an incentive to be a Very Good Pony indeed!

I took a little break over by the horses. It was getting a little chilly out in the shade and I stood in a spot of sun, which soothed and relaxed me wonderfully. I snuggled against my friend and rested a bit. After a little while Mistress Lalique motioned me to come over to Her. I walked quickly to Her and She told me to present. I dropped to the ground onto my knees with my head to the grass and my rear raised high. Mistress proceeded to beat me with a single tailed whip, gently at first then increasing with intensity. I soon began to whimper and cry. Mistress gave me a final stinging whip straight across my butt, and I nearly swooned. When my head cleared I noticed She was next to me, very close. She was telling me to give Her my pain. I leaned into Her, and felt so intensely comforted. I felt such love and gratitude towards Her. I had reached subspace, and the pleasure of being allowed to be so close to Her was such a beautiful and wonderful feeling.

The lunch break was now over, and Piper and Buck were taken to be prepared for two-legged pony rides. I was a little sad that I was not able to try this, but there was no saddle for me. I was also still a little shaky from the break, so it was probably a good thing that I couldn't participate, since what I saw definitely requires a lot of strength.

Cart Ride

When the two-legged pony rides were over, Mistress Lalique had me follow Her to the little grove in the wood. There She fitted me with a beautiful harness with blinders and a red plume on top. I was led over to the smaller of two pony carts and was attached to it by cuffs on my wrists. The excitement I was feeling was almost unbearable, I felt like I had waited all my life for this moment. Mistress climbed into the cart and had me begin high stepping pulling the cart… I was in pony heaven. I think I enjoyed this part of the day most of all, pulling the beautiful Mistress in the cart was literally a dream come true.

Piper was fitted to a similar but larger cart. She was attached to the cart by a harness around her waist. Maitresse Lisanne had Piper follow me down the path. We gave the Mistresses a ride out into the field, it was wonderful. I felt like I could keep going forever! But… when we came to an incline, the soft plowed ground proved to be to much for this weak pony and I stopped in my tracks! I expected to feel the whip to prod me on further, but precious Mistress had me continue around and down the slope. Oh what joy I felt to be able to move quickly for once! Piper and I pulled the Mistresses around the field and back down the path to the wood.

I was led to a spot and was told to stand there. I waited for my Mistress while She joined Maitresse Lisanne in the larger cart. The incredible, wonderful, awesome Piper pulled both Ladies around the path over and over again. That pony has remarkable strength, and I never saw her look fatigued or even tired. I watched in total admiration. When the cart ride was over, the Mistresses gave Piper some special attention for being such a good pony. It was definitely well deserved, and I looked on in envy.

After we were removed from the carts, the Mistresses removed our tack, and put us out in the field with the real horses. The horses were running around in excited circles and I felt quite intimidated at first, you know, being the new pony on the block. Piper was just like the horses, running with them and nuzzling with them. I took a deep breath and overcame my fear and decided to join them. It was remarkable, just as I had made the decision to do that, the Arabian came over and nuzzled me cheek to cheek, welcoming me. I felt accepted. I felt I was one of them. I felt even the horse recognized me as a pony.

After a while, my companion indicated that it was time for us to leave. Oh how I wished we could have stayed longer! It was with the most sincere gratitude that I thanked the Mistresses for the experience of a lifetime.

In the car on the ride home, I was somewhat quiet reflecting on the day. However, I couldn't keep from trying out my new ability to whinny several times! When I arrived home I was treated to a long wonderful soak in a warm bath in soothing candlelight, a perfect ending to an exquisite day.

Thank you Master MacCallan, Sir, for allowing me to participate in the pony shoot. Thank you so much Maitresse Lisanne and Mistress Lalique and Master Reed for a truly incredible experience. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I hope someday to make you proud of the pony who just got her start on that day. I hope by next year, I can give you each a ride to remember.

With Love,
Black Thunder