Thoughts on Ponygirls, Women and SL

I have really enjoyed my ponygirl, Biscuit and I have been doing some deep thinking about ponygirls.  There is something deep inside us that really craves order, structure, a firm hand an absence of responsibility and a sense of service.  I see it all of the time in people that come up to me, and of all of the attractions I think that it is the giving up of responsibility that is most attractive to them.  The daily grind, RL and SL of making decisions, of gaining or losing acceptance, status, fun, whatever - it can be a grind that wears us all down.  I find that those who are excited by the idea of a being a ponygirl love that their orders come from a whip and a bridle, that they get to live in a stall until called upon, and that they will be leashed and led where they need to go, told how to perform, and rewarded.  The idea that they get into the life through kidnapping, betrayal, or trickery takes responsibility for this from them - who can blame them for this?  Of course, it is all mental gymnastics - the truth is they are prey, animals, property and will be treated as such, and if they find joy, well, then they will give joy to those of us who hold the reins.  But I do think that we all would like to be held - it is just a question of the right person,the right story, the right situation that will give us 'permission' to be held.  I love the Summer Job story on Sir Jeff, The Reluctant Ponygirl, and Ponygirl Peril, as well as Nine Days with PeterPD art under picture stories and especially Last of the Amazons under picture stories.  To be captured, made over, and trained - what an amazing idea!  Now if only a strong, smart, good, rich black man had a thought......

Hugz y'all.

Kelli, my new bitch dog in our Second LIfe?

So Biscuit and I were out exploring yesterday.  We had a blast, she is learning some better carting skills, and the nuances of how I like to do things, with the encouragement of my whip, wit and patience - key aides to teaching a new ponygirl!  We went over to the forum stables and took in the views

then we went up the mountain and stopped at a scenic overlook, Biscuit and I in a quiet moment!

Well, then we went over to Bad Kitten Stables.  I was still looking for a really good dog, preferably a clever bitch dog, but hey, even a boy dog would be OK, if they would work!  Anyway, we ran into a few of the locals, including a nice puppygirl, kelly85 (sparkofdamnation).  so off we went, talking and all.  To cut a long story shorter, Kelly is pretty and nice, but mouthy and a bit of a know it all, but very eager to get into it, no real limits, and good with ponies.  I helped transform her into a really nice red Akita bitch, then gave her a task - herd a pony!  Which, I am happy to say that she did, after a bit of a bother when Biscuit ran off and hid!  Such a good time.  I am really looking forward to doing MORE!

So anyway, we will see what today brings, but things are definitely coming around!  Please leave your comments for me.

Shadow is not my kind of Dog. Are you?

So this really pretty gray Husky, shadow is hanging around Bondage Ranch, and I am SO looking for a good dog, so we start in, emoting and such.  He wants to be a 24/7 dog.  Great.  He wants a Mistress.  Check.  He reads my profile, finds out I am a pony trainer, dog trainer, etc.  Check.  So I friend him, hold down my palm so he can sniff my hand, turn on mapping, tell him to come to me and if he does I will work him and collar him, and off we go.  Well, no shadow.  He sort of comes, sort of does not, hangs out at BR sniffing random mistresses, etc. So he meets Biscuit, my pony and they back and forth.  So he comes back and criticizes me, says he is looking for tougher.  Fine, well I break Biscuit into a million pieces and put her back  together into a fine, obedient, totally docile animal, then the dog shows up again and I give him a test – herd the pony.  He poofs and then texts me saying “this isn’t for me  It seems out of character.”  So I ask you, what is in character for a dog?  IF a dog wants his belly rubbed and told he is a good dog, then he had damn well better BE a good dog. 

A good dog to me is one that will be with me when I train, who can help me herd back in a stray pony, who will help protect me when I explore strange sims, who will protect my farm and livestock from pervs and raiders, and who will go hunting with me.  A dog should look good on a leash as I shop or date or hook up with guys, and a dog should be ready to curl up around my toes when I sit and have a coffee.  If I take a man home and make love, the dog may well be leashed downstairs or outside, and well, he hears what dog ears can hear.  I try and live my SL as if it is a life, and I am a (pony) farm girl here, so that is my life.  If I am going out hunting, I do not want a dog that hides under the bed and waits for treats when I get back, or if I go to work a pony or take a cart ride begs off and sits at home drinking from a dish.  I want an adventure dog that runs, plays, drinks from a stream, helps me track and live and love and smile.  Shadow was not that kind of dog.  Perhaps you are or could be?

Training My PonyGirl, Biscuit

Working on Biscuit

A ponygirl takes constant attention, and a freshly broken animal requires that, plus hard work to rebuild its confidence.  This morning I had a RL train trip, but I did stop by Frilly Filly Farm to work Biscuit out.  She was in her stall at 6:20 AM GMT!  I had a great welcoming whinney and so I slipped into wooly jumper and jeans and went to fetch her.  I held out her reins and she bowed low, then kissed them with her lips, working around her snaffle punishment bit.  I took pity on her and snapped out the snaffle and put in a fresh black rubber bit, then led her out to the slalom track.  I told her to keep at it until she got below 18 seconds and 0 faults.  I was soooooo surprised when she accomplished it on her 6^th attempt!  She has clearly been practicing and I was pleased.  I will keep her at it until she can consistently get 3 consecutive runs in below 18, and clear of faults. 

I moved her over to the hot walker.  I like to use this to train a pony to emote.  Her task:  5 good strong full emotes about her bridle.  I did not like her first two tries!

 I gave her some hints as to what I wanted:

[23:03] Nuts Bakalava loves slipping the bit into Biscuit's eager mouth and tightening it in place. It pulls back the pony's pink lips and makes Nuts feel completely in control
[23:04] Nuts Bakalava tugs on the reins, leading the pony to the right, safely down the road. A tiny pull is enough, now that Biscuit is trained, to send her exactly where Nuts wishes

Then, she managed to rattle off some reasonable, but not great emotes.  We will work on it!

[23:05] Biscuit loves the feel of the bit as her Mistress places in her mouth, feels it being tightened, her pink lips pulled back., knowing she is now under her Mistress total control
[23:06] Nuts Bakalava: Another? How does the plume feel on your forehead, for example? IMAGINE this!
[23:07] Biscuit feels the tug on the reins, as her Mistress guides her safely down the road, taking her wherever her Mistress chooses
[23:07] Biscuit holds her head up high, as she prnces dow the road, feeling the gentle weight of her plume as it blows in the soft breeze
[23:07] Nuts Bakalava nods! Another, Biscuit!
[23:10] Biscuit feels her tight harness gripping her body with every move that she makes
[23:11] Biscuit feeels the weight of the bellled pierced through her nose as it tinkles with every twitch of her head
[23:11] Nuts Bakalava shakes her head - I want emotes about your bridle, bit and reins, Biscuit - that one is good, but it does not count.
[23:12] Biscuit felt the rush of excitement as her Mistress offered her reins to her, to kiss, knowing that those reins meny exercise time wit her Mistress
[23:13] Nuts Bakalava nods - better, but we will practice until you are superb and presentable.

Well, now I am off to the train station – perhaps I will find her this evening?  I sure hope so!

Breaking Biscuit into a 24/7 Ponygirl

Yesterday was quite a big day, both for Biscuit and for me.  I knew exactly what I wished to do - take control of her utterly, shatter her idea that we were in some sort of human 'relationship', bring home to her her status as my property, as an animal, as MY PONYGIRL BISCUIT.  So I did. 

As she came on, I force tp'ed her to me in Masion Brocelaide.  I was angry with her for talking to a dog about me, and I let her have it, then locked her down in rlv, hard.  I hitched her to our favorite cart, then blindfolded her and worked her very very hard, all the while keeping at her for talking to a dog.  I knew I had her attention - she clung to me like glue, and she stopped using IM at all - she even responded to my IM only as a pony, and only in chat.  I was so angry about the dog, and so excited to see the change!  I called an old man to cart with us, then Marion, who could turn out to be a good friend.  Biscuit was totally abject, so focused on pleasing me, on redeeming herself to me.

Well, she did well, but I am not going to let her up - not at all.  She is mine, branded, and being trained, and that is simply that.  Open wide, pretty biscuit, I am giving you your bit and snapping reins to your bridle and you are totally mine, a 24/7 ponygirl.

Strictly, Harshly Training Biscuit the Ponygirl

Well, Biscuit has been looking for intensity lately and today I gave it to her.  I explained the snaffle bit to her, then bitted her and then blinkered her tightly.  She was GORGEOUS!  Don't you think?  With the sharp parts of the snaffle in her mouth she whimpered at each twitch of the reins in my hands,  but she learned very quickly to respond to my direction!  Two cracks of my whip on her bottom and she galloped until I pulled back on her reins, cutting her tongue and stopping her instantly.  Such fun!

So I took her to a new place, and carted her blinkered so she could not see - only hear my whip commands and feel the emotes of my reins on her bit.  she whinnied, called out - but I held her tightly.  All she could do was obey.  The snaffle caused a bit of bleeding, the whip reddened her bottom, and I was relelntless.  She spooked, a bit and we went into the water, but after a few tries and some calm words she managed to get us around quite well.  She settled and began to respond only to command, not to think, not to try and anticipate, but only obey, eagerly.  I kept her from seeing and talking and communicating, only the whip and reins and pain of her bit.  I think that strictness becomes her - don't you?

Putting the imp, Fedotia in her place!

Well, there is this little imp, little imp ears, mischievious and all, called Fedotia.  She was hanging around FFF and Domme a Domme and sort of wanting to learn to train ponies, and be nearby.  Well, she made a little comment about maybe taking some control of me - which is to laugh about if you are not a tall, handosme, smart, rich, funny, really good brother, btw - and so, well I put her in her place - which is caged up.  I think that she thought that she could just get away from it, but she was very surpirsed when it followed her areound as she tried to escape!  I took pity on the poor little imp and let her out, but hopefully there is a lesson for a little pussy - be careful when you play with a bit cat!  Grwwwwwr!