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verdict was outspoken and she hed t oendure is, for the next 72 hours. Without warning he closed her wrist (captured al always in their heavy steel cufs that most people thought where eccentric jewellery, just as her ever closed steel collar) with a pdlock on her back. This was followed by a couple of cufs around her elbows, connected with a short chain, just long enough to ensure a long possible stay in them but efficient in preventing her in using her arms or hands.
Her headgear, fortunaly with the small bit, folowed and was closed tightly around her hed. Left and right came the blinders, preventing her to see anything besides straight ahead. The pony within became more and more active.
Master teared her (cheap) t-shirt from her upper body and removed the threads. Her (not so cheap) skirt was handled with more care.. She was now 'dressed in her bare skin and the always present steel cuffs. This was not enough. Master produced her heavy pony harness and started to buckle her up. Inch by inch her body was enclosed by the tight leather. The wide collar (over the steel one) was tightened until the last buckle hole. Her chest worked hard to get enough air in hetr lungs and her belly tried (in vain) to relax and expand.
Put down on the floor she watched Master to produce a set op ankleboots with, instead of a sole, a horseshoe was touching the floor and the heel was missing completely. After putting them on she learned that is would take some practice to walk on them.
The rubber band between her buttocks was pulling her lips down there aside while she was trying to find her balance on he unusual footwear.
There was no balance allowed, he folded her upper body over the table and inserted the heavy butplug with her long ponytail in the intended opening, hold in place by the rubber crotchbands of the harness.
Meanwhile she was completely 'gone' the pony within was completely in charge now. Even if she was aware that there was a long 72 hour time before her.
Master brought her out in the garden and fixed her for the sulky, that was always there to be used.. A burning stroke with the whip over her bare bottom told her is was time to go to work. With all her strength she pulled the sulky out of the garden, into the woods. She knew there might be people in the woods, who cares, she was a pony now.
Slowly getting used tot her new footwear she worked hard. Master steered with tiny pull on the leads and she was completely happy. Finaly they arrived with a small restaurant in the woods. Two men already sat there, talking to eachother. Master did take no notice, bound his pony to the bicyclerack next to the terras and sat down or order a cup of coffee.
The two man looked, and looked again but dit not react. The waitress (used to this special client and happy with the extra attraction they provided, brought the coffee and Master relaxed.
Meanwhile she sat down on her knees (allowed) and rested, since she knew her 'ordeal' was not over yet.