Thoughts about my bit
When I transform into my pony self, Quiet Intentions, the bit is the final piece of pony gear that truly affects my psyche. I have a lot of pony gear and each piece has its own special effect but it is the bit that seems to pull it all together. Once it enters my mouth the pony self emerges. The bit is the last piece of gear that is placed. My bit is metal with plastic covering. Once the bit is placed I no longer speak words. This in itself is a practice of discipline. Once the bit is placed I feel a freedom to express myself as a ponygirl. My needs will be met by my handler. I am her pony, ready to do whatever I can to make her proud of her pony. With the bit in my mouth I drool, which my handler enjoys. The bit gives me direction when I am pulling a cart; it is the pull to the left or right that communicates to me which way my handler would like me to go. It is the way by which I understand if I am expected to stop or to trot or to gallop.
With the bit in my mouth I feel a free spirit within myself surface. With this free spirit I feel feisty, young, released from any issues that a human may have. The pony spirit allows me freedom from having to behave in any one particular way. I can be oh so spontaneous in my actions, which may or may not please my handler. As a pony I do not think ahead as to how my actions are going to be perceived. I respond to what my handler is doing at that moment. My Owner/trainer/handler is in charge and all I need to do is respond to her. I love my Owner and it is with the instinct of an animal that I want to please her, perform for her, and obtain her praise.
When I am working hard, pulling a cart or running and jumping, it is the hardness of the bit that I chomp down on that keeps me focused and determined to perform to the best of my abilities. It is chomping at the bit that causes a steady stream of wet drool to dribble down my chest, which causes that certain grin on my Owner/handler/trainer's face and confirms that she is happy with my performance without saying a single word. If I were to have only one piece of tack, without question, it would have to be my bit.
