Strappado Wearing Pony Hoof Boots: A great way to teach your pony how to balance in his hooves. If the video isn't displaying properly, you can try the direct link. The video is also available in 720p.
Ostensibly to help me "get used" to my hoof boots, the above video is part of a training scene we did a few summers back. The strappado was the culmination of a short scene we did, albeit an unintentional one.
It was mid-afternoon on a late summer day and fairly warm out. Although we started our session with me smartly tacked up, as the training progressed, we slowly shed items of tack until, only 30 minutes into the session, I was down to just the catsuit, front and rear hooves, and, of course, the bridle.
With the harness gone, she no longer had anywhere to clip my wrists to. Even though there was about zero chance of me getting my hands out of the hoof gloves (never mind tampering with my bridle without fingers), she whipped out a little rope and tied my wrists together behind me (you can never be too careful with energetic ponies).
Around the one hour mark, she finally switched out the bridle for a simple rubber bit gag. At the same time she untied my wrists (rookie mistake) for the 20 minute cool down. Although I was sad to lose the bridle (one of my favorite pieces of tack) even in this heat, I didn't want it to become sweat stained, and frankly, my head was getting really hot, so I was thankful for the greater airflow.
Free of nearly all of my restrictive tack and with a breeze picking up, I became a little more spirited (no doubt a reminder to T of exactly why we use all that tack) and jerked my head back at the edge of the lunge line and yanked the reins free from her hand. The look on her face was completely priceless: the very picture of surprise, and it was the "caught with your pants down" variety at that. Even her mouth was shaped in perfect "O".
To be fair, I was pretty surprised as well, but I was a little more inscrutable, what with my mouth wrapped around a thick rubber bit. However, I recovered more quickly than she did and started running across the grass. I was already starting to think about what I could use to get my hooves off.
A fraction of a second, and a stumble and a wobble later, I'm reminded that I'm not in fact a genetic ungulate, and hoof boots for human ponies are not just another realistic accoutrement for pony play, but also an effective form of bondage...rookie mistake, this time on me.
And then T canons into me, tipping me forward and grabbing my shoulders as I collapse onto my knees. We're both laughing pretty hard as she gently pushes me the rest of the way down onto my stomach on the grass.
We stay there, with her straddling me, for a minute. We wait for the laughter to die down, until finally she chokes out "the great escape, huh" between what are now just giggles.
"I think you need a little more practice balancing in those boots" T says (and I can still hear the smile in her voice) as she pulls my arms behind me. I pretend to resist, but I don't put up a real fight because I'm having a good time feeling her body on my mine, her breath on my neck and ear, and frankly, I love the feeling of having my hands (hooves) "forced" behind me - I don't want to win.
She ties my wrists together again before helping me up and walking me toward a convenient tree nearby where we had tacked up.
I was still smiling myself and was pretty agreeable while she was fiddling around behind me, but my attention refocused immediately when I felt a strong upward pressure on my wrists. I had to bend forward so much so that my torso was nearly parallel with the ground. I tried to walk forward, but it just forced my arms up higher, so I quickly stepped back to my original position.
This wasn't quite as funny as her tackling me after my feeble escape attempt, but neither was it that bad. Part of me suspected that it would get more uncomfortable in a hurry, but this pony lives in the moment, so I put it out of mind and instead concentrated on struggling against the rope (this pony also loves to struggle and resist, be it against human or inanimate restraint).
Luckily, she had tied off the rope instead of pulling my arms even higher behind my back. Nevertheless, I kept shifting uncomfortably in my hooves. The pressure on my toes was building, and after a couple near slips (there's nothing like the threat of having your arms dislocated to motivate you to keep a razor sharp focus on balancing), I decided to just deal with the discomfort.
Staring at the ground a couple feet in front of my face is bad enough, but we were nearly at the end of our training session when she first tied me like this, so I was already pretty worn out and the day was still pretty hot. All of these factors contributed to me making the mistake of voicing my discomfort aroud the bit.
T responds "Come on, it hasn't even been 5 minutes," but I can hear her walking over. I feel the bit coming loose, and then it's pulled completely away from me. She asks if I'm okay.
"Yes" I say while nodding, or rather moving my torso up and down as much as I can. With the bit out, I'm actually feeling great, and incredibly turned on.
"I'm fine" I continue, "but I thought we were..." then a cough and some gagging as she puts the bit (now with a nice long rubber port attached to it) back in my mouth and tightens it.
"Good" she says "just making sure".
I glare at the ground. I start to make some angry sounds, feel the back of the bit port touch the back of my throat and bob with my tongue, then think better of it and stay silent and watch the drool start dropping from my mouth to the ground in an unbroken stream...how humiliating.
She then proceeds to tell me that this isn't a punishment (well mostly not a punishment - though she doesn't say this, I can tell from her language that it is partly, only a teeny, tiny part punishment, and by this I mean, it is entirely a punishment for me surprising her, yanking away the reins and running off), and it will help me learn to balance in my boots. That way next time I can make her work to catch me (that she actually does say, which proves my point). She gives my ass a light slap, which puts me a little off balance, and I have to struggle a little to regain it on the uneven dirt.
"Have fun! See you in a couple hours"
Of course I know she's joking, but I still let out a pleading noise mixed with a groan, which does nothing release more drool from my mouth. I vigorously shake my head to break the stream, but it doesn't work. I make a series of angry, exasperated grunts, to which she laughingly responds "good boy".
She didn't leave me like that too long (it couldn't have been more than another 10 minutes), but I think this was mostly because we were both horny as hell from this little unexpected twist, and that kind of discomfort is just cruel.