"Riding the Human Pony Girl", a film loop by Irving Klaw from the 1950s. One of the earliest examples of pony play fetishism on film. Includes fancy bondage, some light spanking, and girl-on-girl pony riding. Half way in the two mistresses have to stop and change the slave's arm position. One wonders if this was intentional or a mistake in planning. Note the elaborate leather harness, wrist restraints, and face mask. Unlike the crude, amateurish fetish films of the 60s, which are either over-exposed or too dark, Klaw's movies have proper lighting, staging, and relatively smooth camera work and editing.

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Role play is a part of many people's sex lives. It lets them take that feeling of freedom and abandon, and turn it up, allowing them to be whomever they want. One or more of the participants takes on the role of equines (pony, horse) in character or any other pets. A human pony is known as a ponyboy or ponygirl. Some role-play galleries could be found on role play thumblogger .

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The Bit is one of the most important pieces of tack that a pony can have. It fits in the mouth of the pony and is the device that allows the owner to have complete control over the actions of their pony. Once a pony has accepted the bit they, like real ponies and horses, are in submission. This means they have accepted the authority of the owner/rider and will obey commands without question and to the best of their ability. Ponies will do everything they can to please and make their owners proud of them. Most ponies will admitted that being bitted is the point where they become a real pony, silent, obedient and equine, and when they give control over to another person.

The safest bits to use on ponies are rubber, plastic or nylon ones. You should consider the straight bar type which will avoid the unpleasant actions that jointed bits would deliver (and deliver verypainfully in the human equine mouth). These straight bar will provide more than adequate control over your pony's actions instilling the same obedience that real horses exhibit when using a stainless steel jointed bit. Look out for snaffle, bradoon or happy mouth (which are apple scented for the more reluctant pony) bits in the straight bar range. Your pony will be equally as sensitive to the actions of these bits in their mouth as a real horse is to  jointed and stainless steel bits in their mouths.

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"Then she grabbed my ass and spread my cheeks. The girl then started working the thick object she had been carrying into my ass. It was a dildo. She pushed it ever deeper into my ass until it finally penetrated my rectum, the wide head popping into my anal splinter. Horse hairs had been connected to the other end of the dildo, the end that was sticking out of my ass. I had been given a horse tail."

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John gestured to Don.

Patty had been expecting the tug on the reins at any moment. She winced, tears flooded her eyes at the sharpness of the pain in her jaws and mouth when that tug came. She moved forward on her hands and knees, led to the center of the room by her lover.

Patty had been saddled for a long time. The straps that held it on her back were pulled tightly around her stomach, making it impossible for the young lady to take a full deep breath.

The saddle had been manufactured especially for John Wellington. He had loaned it to Don for the evening. It was a very lightweight English riding saddle. A few modifications had made it useful for a young girl. The straps were wide and could be buckled tightly around a girl’s tummy and under her anus. The upper strap would fit above her breasts so that the saddle wouldn’t slide off her body. The point of special interest was the mount on the center of the saddle, where a variety of implements could be fastened.

The saddle was fitted with a very large leather dildo. It was a very hard and unyielding thing, with an extremely wide head and a series of deep ridges around its sides that would rub a girl’s cunt in just the right way.

If Lynn could have seen the thing she was going to have to mount, she would either have fainted or come on the spot.

As it happened, she was about to get the feel of the thing.

Patty felt the painful jerk on the reins that made the bit dig into her mouth. The bit was another of Wellington’s devices. It had a fat long bar of iron that fit between the woman’s teeth, far back in her jaws. This forced her to keep her mouth as wide open as possible. Attached to the iron bar was a wide and flat tongue-like piece of iron that fit inside her mouth and rested flat against her tongue. When the reins were pulled, the flat piece of iron was raised, and sharp teeth on the upper surface gouged painfully into the tender roof of the young lady’s mouth. A second blade of iron, smaller than the upper one, slipped under the girl’s tongue. Tiny spikes dug into the soft, incredibly sensitive flesh underneath her tongue when the reins were pulled. All in all, it was a diabolical thing to have to wear, heavy and painful even when it wasn’t in actual use.

And poor Patty had been wearing it for more than an hour.

Patty was halted in the center of the room. She remained as still as she possibly could. Her docility was nearly total. She would obey any command Don gave her, no matter how much it hurt her to do so. She had grown to love the pain, and accepted it all as simply another way of loving her man.

She waited. Her wrists and ankles were cuffed together. Her long legs were encased in a pair of black stockings, which left her bare ass a beautiful stark white in contrast. Her breasts dangled from her chest, small and pointy. Her brown cunt muff peeked through between her thighs from behind.

She knew she was going to be ridden. She just didn’t know if she could take the weight of the girl who was going to ride her.

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Lynn’s head jerked backward and she screamed violently into the gag. Her tight ass checks slammed downward onto the leather seat of the saddle, her cunt hole fully impaled on the fat fake prick.

Sweat rolled down her body. Her hair was matted to her back where it hung down. Lynn’s head rolled limply on her neck as she sat on the ponygirl, whimpering. She could feel the juices wetting the saddle under her bare ass. The burning pain in her cunt hole began to ease quickly as her cunt walls adjusted to the immense width of the leather dork.

The men gave both girls a few minutes to adjust to their new positions. Lynn felt like she’d just been torn in half. And poor Patty was shaking badly under the strain of trying to support Lynn’s full weight.

“Put your feet in the stirrups, Lynn,” Wellington told her.

Lynn nodded slowly. She slowly opened her eyes and tried to focus on something. Wellington’s handsome face came into view, and she concentrated on pleasing him. She glanced down and found the dangling stirrup with her right foot. She slipped her boot into it. She got her other foot into the left stirrup, so that her knees were bent so high that the inner sides of her thighs rested against the outer sides of her big breasts.

The cock was buried to the hilt within her cunt, filling her fuller than she could ever have believed possible.

Under her, Patty was groaning into her bit. Lynn, for all her lovely height, weighed a mere one hundred pounds. She was tall and slender. Patty weighed only ninety-eight pounds though, and the girl on top was damned heavy, even for someone as athletic as Patty. Thank God for good muscles, Patty thought as she shifted her weight to better balance herself and her rider.

Moving was going to be hell. Still, Patty consoled herself, she didn’t have to squat on a precarious perch with that leather rod rammed up her twat. God Almighty!

“Come over here, pony,” Wellington called.

Shit! Patty lifted one cuffed hand off the floor and moved it forward as far as the short chain would allow. She shifted one stockinged knee forward, until she felt the tug on the chain between the cuffs around her ankles.

It was going to be extremely slow-going. Each slight move of her body sent Lynn lurching one way or the other. Patty could hear the girl’s moans as she felt the rod within her cunt pressing hard up into the depths of her cunt, hurting her deep inside.

“Move a bit faster, pony,” Don commanded.

Patty tried, but there was no way she could move one bit faster.

“Use your spurs, Lynn,” Harry called out.

Patty froze. Spurs? Oh, fuck!

Lynn, her eyes on Wellington, twisted her ankles and gouged the sharp steel points on her spurs into Patty’s bare flesh, just behind her ribs.

Patty found quickly that there was a way that she could move that extra little bit faster.

She jerked one hand forward, one knee for ward, and then the other hand with the other knee, over and over in rapid succession, until she and her rider were halted in front of Wellington.

“Excellent,” John complimented them.

Lynn watched his face closely as he studied the two women. He seemed genuinely pleased with them, and this somehow made Lynn’s heart beat a little faster. She longed to please this man whom she’d never spoken to, whom she’d never even met before this evening.

John got out of the chair. He walked around the ponygirl and her rider, inspecting them both very carefully. His hand stroked Lynn’s breasts, cupping them from the underside and lifting the weight of both lush mounds, his thumbs flicking over both hard nipples.

Lynn sucked a deep lung full of air, forcing her breasts out and up, trying to make them grow even larger in Wellington’s knowing hands.

John bent down and lightly kissed Lynn’s bare shoulder. The kiss sent a thrill of pleasure through Lynn’s body.

John lifted one foot and worked the toe of his shoe between Patty’s ass cheeks, poking the tip of the shoe right onto her tightly puckered asshole.

Patty moaned low in her throat as the bit between her teeth gouged hard into her tongue and the roof of her mouth. The shoe jabbing at her asshole felt great, and she crouched backward, grinding her asshole against the pointed toe of the shoe.

John lowered his foot.

“Not so easily, my dear. No, you’ll have to work a little harder than that for your release, I’m afraid.”

John walked back around in front of the girls. He winked at Lynn. She would have smiled back, but her hood and gag prevented her from making any kind of facial gesture.

“Harry, come over and undo Lynn’s arms. I want her to take the reins.”

As John seated himself again, Harry got up and did as he’d been told. Lynn brought her arms around in front of her body, rubbing her wrists. Oh, God, how good it felt to have her hands back! Her shoulders ached like fury from the strain of her arms tied behind her back.

Harry undid the loose reins from the pommel of the saddle, and held them out for his lover. Lynn looked at his face for a moment. All she could see in Harry’s eyes was a pleading for her to do everything right, to make no more mistakes. But Lynn had read in Wellington’s smile that he hadn’t been the least bit put off by her defiance. Maybe he’d even been turned on a bit by it, Lynn thought.

She took the reins.

Patty stiffened under her. Lynn felt the girl’s body go very tense. She knew that Patty had helped her get the cock inside her. How could she repay the girl for her help? Lynn understood that she was going to have to actually hurt the ponygirl, to give her hard kicks with the spurs, to pull on the reins. Damn! These men were diabolical! Lynn couldn’t think of a single thing she could do to prevent Patty from getting a full treatment of pain.

Then it struck her. If that was the situation, then these guys were smart enough to only put a girl in that position if she got off on pain.

Lynn relaxed. She could do her job without worrying too much about Patty. The ponygirl was there because it was the best way for her to gain pleasure, of that Lynn was certain.

“Well, ladies,” Wellington said. He looked them over again, his gaze settling at last on Lynn’s tremendous breasts. “You will ride your pony, Lynn, until you come. And you will continue to ride her until she comes too. Is that clear?”

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