Today my slave put me in a unusual predicament. I was going to give him some ponyplay training. However, he said he wasnt sure about it. Of course I dressed for the occasion, and I wasnt pleased at his attitude. So hes going to be punished, I put him in a tight leather hood and gagged him to shut him up. I then attached his arms to my suspension cable and hoisted him up. Because I dont want him spinning around too much, I stood him on a bucket and warned him to remain standing. Also, I can kick his bucket away when I want. In keeping with the ponyplay mode, I chose my favorite dressage whip to teach him some manners. I begin slowly getting my bitch warmed up with some stinging strokes, then moving around him I intensify the lashes. I get a great feeling hearing that swishing sound as my whip makes my bitch scream for mercy. I have every intension of making his pain my pleasure, as I begin to get into a good rythm. I noticed he was looking a little too comfortable on his bucket, so I decided to hoist him a little higher. Just enough to have him in a more stressful position up on his toes. It was a good idea, and I continue with his torment. Then its Its time to make him really suffer, and I kick the bucket away leaving him helplessly dangling on the cable. I continue to whip him harder and harder, with his squeals getting louder until his ass bears the autograph of Mistress Gaia…
