My Wild Ride Into The World Of Pony Play

But would donning blinkers and a bridle for pleasure prove one erotic step too far?

About nine years ago, D, my boyfriend at the time, introduced me to BDSM. We were falling in love and I wanted to try everything. I fell for it just as hard as I fell for him.I discovered pony play seven years ago, at one of my very first BDSM events: a private play party. People were being spanked, hot wax was being poured on bare skin, a man was walking around with heavy weights hanging from his balls – anything was possible. So it didn’t shock me when a woman with a soft voice and a soft face pulled out a leather horse bridle and told me that she liked putting it on other people and steering them around. I was intrigued. I wanted to know what it would feel like to have this soft-spoken woman in control of me.

Her bridle was heavy. Blinders narrowed my field of vision. I couldn’t see her, but I could feel her movements through the reins she held behind me. She made a clicking noise to prompt me to move. Wearing a form-fitting cocktail dress, high heels and the bridle, I slowly walked – straight backed – from one room to another, enjoying the eyes I’d see on me before they disappeared past the blinders. This was the part I was most comfortable with – the exhibition.

When I moved and stopped at her command, she’d say, “Good girl!” in the high-pitched tone we reserve for children and animals. I enjoyed pleasing her, but, at the same time, I wondered if I really wanted to be treated like an actual animal.

I didn’t feel empowered by my small pony play scene. Yes, the experience turned me on, but it also made me uncomfortable. I stayed away from pony play for years after that.