Porno Pony

Wow. What a weekend. It still surprises me that I can have weekends so incredibly full and exhausting and full of Stuff, with no connection whatsoever to clubs, bars, alcohol or stimulant drugs. I mean, like, people really wear themselves out like this, all on their own? I never knew. I would post photos but my computer has thrown a tantrum, declared it won't take it anymore, and retired to it's room. So I may just link to other people's pictures by way of illustration.

My weekend: pony pony pony talk talk talk pony pony pony sex sex sex pony pony pony cook cook cook pony pony pony sex sex sex drive drive drive pony pony pony sleep sleep sleep.

I appear to have picked up someone's collared submissive. A femme, at that. Only she doesn't act all that submissive with me. I wonder at the dynamic. A girl's girl, or a pet's pet... personally I am in love with such possibilities, the layers of power flowing in different directions. "Daddy, can we keep her, please???" "Well... only if you promise to look after her properly" (ahem). But I can see how it could introduce unintended complications, so I am keeping a safe distance for now.

After Friday night's dog-and-pony play party, I spent the night in the dungeon with her and others (apparently this is normal on weekends, if you happen to pick up the right person). Like a sideways sort of pajama party, people running around eating left-over bowls of chips and chocolate cake, giggling, joking, screams emerging from where a couple is still playing, naked people, people in pajamas, then as the sun rises cuddling down in a fold-out bed beneath a sling. Odd to wake up, look to the side, blink at a black leather sling, turn head to the other side, blink at a double cross, close eyes again and then look up at extreme bondage photography. And of course the classes started almost immediately, so the submissives are shooed out of bed to clean and tidy and dress and pack up and re-arrange so that all is ready for the day.

The classes went fairly well. Very substantial turn-out. I got an enthusiastic response to my piece. Play party that night- exhausted and trainer-less, I went as a person, hoping to find some animals to play with. Some nice interaction with a very pretty show-pony and her handler, hoping to arrange doubles-training in the future. All parties seemed keen. Miss Y's prototype halter-and-bridle (d-rings, rope, chain) was extremely popular as smaller girls all clamoured to have a look at it, admired it's petiteness and adaptability, it's much greater suitability for small jaws and faces than the great big leather head-harnesses normally sold for human ponies.

No time to sleep in the next morning, up early and off to the play-in-the-park event. Stopped off first for cuffs, bought for me by miss d who decided I needed cuffs to call my own. The park event had a wonderful turn-out, lots of ponies and puppies and handlers and admirers. My steel-shod boots on the concrete track got a round of applause, but I changed into flat boots soon after for more endurance/agility work. Tried cart-pulling for the first time, that was extremely exciting. It's lovely hanging out with an actual community of animal players, with collective resources and enthusiasm and know-how. We had the pleasure of a visit from the cops, who I'm guessing had heard reports and just decided they had to come have a look for themselves. As we were doing nothing illegal, they left us alone after a good long examination of all our outfits. Memorable quote (said with gesture towards tall, leather-corsetted, full-face-mask pony) "you see how someone might construe that lady there to be some sort of S&M thing".

Monday morning I was supposed to go to school. But, when miss d exclaims loudly "you've never seen the Golden Gate Bridge? If you didn't have to go to school I'd take you on a day-trip of the bridge and Marin County!" the odds of my actually turning up to school are limited. Our exploring day was so exciting. Very unplanned, very "I wonder where this road goes?" and then finding out. We went to a mountain-top lookout and took photos of the Bay, then followed a winding road down to a beautiful peninsula, walked out across a swaying suspension bridge ("Limit Two Persons At One Time On Bridge") to a light-house perched above the ocean. Drove past old Army barracks, tunnels through hills, hidden beaches, and found Sausalito completely by accident. I got sunburned and we wound the windows down and sang "Bette Davis Eyes" and waved at motorcyclists and stopped to take photos of wildflowers. And you know what that feels like? It feels a lot like being in California in Spring.

(hugely excited that the photos from last year's Inquisition have finally been posted. My friends are so dead sexy. I brag about you all often. And this outfit wasn't bad either, if I say so myself.)