Trainer In Training. Pt II - The Pony Perspective

The morning went by quickly as I did little chores to get them out of the way. In just a little while I would be meeting my new trainer. This would be particularly interesting because she was a 'new” trainer as well as my new trainer. I was meeting with a dom friend of mine who had recently discovered my interest in pony play. When she asked about it I told her a little bit and offered to have her be my trainer and I would train her as well.

She asked about my Mistress and we decided that she should formally ask for permission to be my trainer. Like many a bio horse owner, Mistress finds the training and work involved not very interesting and she “hires” trainers for her stable of (well one) sometimes 2 ponies. Mistress was very pleased with being asked and agreed.

The time for her arrival was upon me so I put away what I was working on and got into my pony “skin” that Mistress gave me for Christmas. It is a deep red spandex jumpsuit with a furry texture of some type. It was intended to help me stay warm on cooler days however it seems just as warm/cool as my regular red spandex jumpsuit.

My new trainer arrived shortly thereafter with a bag of goodies to make any pony, bio or human, happy. As I found later there were carrots and apples and brushes and other grooming tools that she had apparently recenty aquired for this meeting. Very good to help me into that headspace uniquely pony.

We chatted for a few min discussing minor details then I brought out the box in which I keep my pony tack. I learned early on to devote a single box for the tack so that it would always be together. Nothing is quite as frustrating as getting to a pony play event and find that you forgot to pack a key piece of your gear.

I laid out the various pieces of gear that make up my tack. The chastity belt which holds the tail. The bondage opera gloves. The collar and a new set of wide shiny metal cuffs to hold my arms behind. Most of it went on smoothly and the fitting was simple and direct. Then of course there came the bridle. It is a beautiful piece with lots of straps and pony ears and even a mount for a plume. It is however more than a little difficult to put on. As with many ponies I am used to being saddled in a particular order so I went with that order while training my new trainer. Thinking back I should have changed the order and put the bridle on first which would have allowed her to see how it went on. To late for that :) so I patiently explained how the pieces went. She was very understanding and listened well as I described which straps went where.

Once the head piece was properly attached I released myself to “fall” into pony headspace. For myself this space can best be described as “being”. Having my hands and arms taken away with the mitts combined with the bridle which covers much of my face helps me to release from my human self and just be. The other thing that I do in my head is to meditate on not hearing the dialog in my head that is common for people. By turning off the “voice” I can just be in the here and now. Sometimes I will try and do what I think a pony would do but that is human thought so mostly I try to just be. Anytime I look at something I try to not think, just be and do.

For this first session I had to not go too deep as I needed to be able to speak from time to time when she had questions. Quite a few people tell me that I am VERY ponylike when in that space. I can't tell. I just am. I remember standing there in full tack, my human self reveling in the firm but comfortabl bonds that held me. My pony self becoming excited at the prospect of being allowed out of the stable and into the corral and sunshine.

I felt my trainer attach the lead and gently lead me out into the bright sunny afternoon. I'm sure that if my pony muzzle allowed,  my pony self would have a wide grin of a happy pony getting exercize and beginning to form the partership of trust that makes the pony and her trainer able to work so well together.