A Quiet Cartride

Yesterday, I was feeling a bit down, but was picked up the moment Miss Wendi got on.

She had a plan for her slave and asked me to give her the LM to Alikat Stables, a well-known sim that specializes in pony play.

Once we got there, and after a brief stop at the Alikat Mall. I was kitted out in full fetish pony tack. We borrowed one of the carts at Alikat and proceeded to have a nice, relaxing ride around the stable.

Miss Wendi fell into the role quite readily and naturally. Soon she was giving pony guiding tugs on the reigns through the walks and boulevards of alikat. We did have a minor issue with one of the carts when we hit a really nasty sim crossing. Quite funny actually, the cart vanished.

But overall, the ride was peaceful, relaxing. And more than that, pony was serving her Miss. She was happy.

We did two full laps around Alikat before parking the sulky back at one of the cart-bays. Then it was back home for a nice relaxing "rub down." Miss Wendi put it in quotes.
Back home, in the unfinished stables at Sanctuary, Miss Wendi pulled out her favorite hairbrush and began grooming pony's mane. It felt wonderful and I was able to drift off on waves of subtle pleasure as the comb ran through my hair again and again. Closing my eyes, she coo'd to me and called me her "good pony." And gave my nipple bells a couple of gentle, playful flicks.

Malin arrived about this time, in full Angel-Doll form. And gave Miss a big hug and nuzzled and pet the ponygirl, who was quite eager to see her love.

Miss Wendi returned to grooming her hard working pony by bringing the tail to bare on her long, luxurious tail, which caused the plug nestled deep in her backside to pull and slide, arrousing the pony to no end as she was groomed.

Finally, still combing twigs and grass from the pony's tail, Miss Wendi gave her pony a nice "rub down," her hand slipping innocently between the ponies legs to stroke her quivering sex in soft, gentle circles. The pony was in heaven, nickering and snorting her pleasure as she spread her legs just a little wider for her owner.

A few questing fingers slipping deep into the pony's quivring, moist love mouth and the pony was panting deeper than pulling the cart could ever make her. Very quickly, the pony was whineying up a storm as she was pushed over into orgasmic bliss...

It was a wonderful adventure and a much needed one at that. Miss Wendi knows her girl too well and knows when something is bothering her. She's very good at taking her mind off those things and making her feel better, loved, wanted, needed.

This was a wonderful adventure.

Thank you Miss Wendi. I love you.