Chapter Six
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“Knees up. Up! Good. Keep the toes of the boots pointed, like a dancer. That’s better. Good girl.”
So Ryan encouraged me as I strutted in a circle at the end of a long, leather leash. The rubber training bit shoved way back in my mouth separated my upper and lower teeth and drool lapped down my lower lip, dripped from my chin and vanished in the fine dust that my spiked boots had stamped out over the last two days.
Ponygirl. That was me now. A red plumed feather on top of my head harness and the rubber bit in my mouth left no external doubt. Internally a butt and v****a plug not only filled those holes but also gave me a delicate gait that delighted Ryan as well. Ryan had decided this was my new role and wanted me to have at least a bit of training before everyone els
