by Peter Loaf
My Master chuckles, “The prize you win”
High stepping pony, hands cuffed behind
The spotlight blinding, the cheering mob
Each move I’m making, my titties bounce
Put through my paces, the crowd goes wild
The whip he’s popping, strutting my stuff
Sent for inspection, up in the stands
Handcuffed and hampered, sat on a bench
Double fucked pony, submissive bliss
My stockings lumpy, with all my tips
Master and pony, out on the town .
Hoof-boots and corset, the bit within
Nipple clamps squeezing
Intent on pleasing
Vibrating bugger, the games begin
My butt caressing, his eyes so kind
On cobbles clatter
Mad as a hatter
The crowd impatient, out of my mind
Debut as pony, ring Master Bob
Circus performer
The perfect stormer
Dancing and prancing, doing my job
Nipple clips biting, feel every ounce
Vibrating bugger
Big as a mugger
High stepper prancing, jiggle and jounce
My rising passion, starting so mild
Crowd soon forgotten
With lust besottin’
My nut I’m busting, one happy child
Orgasmic dancing, collar and cuff
Pony Girl nation
Standing ovation
Pussy lips swollen, my dripping muff
Pussy juice sampled, other demands
Soon I am verging
Libido surging
The pony passing, from hands to hands
Panty string cutting, a naked wench
Pussy lips gaping
Someone is taping
Thunderfuck ripping, my fingers clench
The next one female, her knowing kiss
Sucking my pussy
Lapping up juicy
Panic and passion, starting to piss
The bills bad enough, the chips on clips
My Master counting
Pheromones founting
Subbie submitting, coming to grips
The strip aglitter, looking around
My private smile
I’m happy awhile
Pussy fart burbles, our smells surround
