Pony play shoes

She was a submissive, but nothing about her was meek. He was a stereotypical Dom, too: loud and gleefully sadistic. Not speaking is a way of letting go, a way of further submitting. I stripped down to a bra and panties, and Cowboy fitted me in a leather body harness with an attached tail and a head piece with a mane. So he changed the subject and asked if I was hungry. For K, being a pony is transformative. She made a clicking noise with her tongue to prompt me to move.

Inside the Wild World of "Pony Play" Sex

I was worried what it would mean to be sexualized as an animal.

And yet, that night, when K and I slept together, I gave myself permission to dig into the primal part of myself. He asked me about what kind of headspace I was looking for. I matched Cowboy, complete with his western hat and boots. With his permission, I picked it up and played with the end.