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Cinnamon's Outing.
What a luscious ponygirl -- our
dear cinnamon! And I am sure you can tell by her photo that she
is not a pony to be cooped up . Her energy is tremendous and she
is very hard to contain in any stall for longer than a grooming
session!
Her Trainer and Owner, Master
J is quite aware of the pent-up energy in his little wonder, and
does a lot to ensure that her needs for frolicking about as a
pony girl are well met. I went along on a little outing with them,
and had a delightful time watching the two of them in training
and in play. I wanted to share these moments with you in a story
and with some photos.
I was particularly interested
in how any Trainer could satisfy and control the likes of cinnamon,
who is quite a handful. It would take a Trainer who had developed
a commanding respect from his pony as well as a loving relationship.
Only with these two qualities could the balance of control and
loving fun be achieved for the team.
On the one hand, too much training
or discipline would certainly constrain the most loving parts
of cinnamon - the parts of her that represent the ways in which
ponies have their own minds and their own ways of obtaining the
attention they need . She has a part that is erotically untamed
- and I do not believe any Trainer would want this part of her
to atrophy, as this would make her a pony girl that she is not.
On the other hand, too much of
a loving relationship would bring out the wild and untamed side
of cinnamon in ways that would make her an uncontrollable little
pony. And far be it for me to speculate, but, from what I have
seen of the spirit and energy in this fine animal, I would not
wish to be the one having to handle her in this state! It would
be exhausting <and yet -- to be honest - it also would be fun
and a challenge>.
In any event, I digress. Let
me return to the outing. Basically Master J took cinnamon to a
local state park to run the bridle paths. He knew it was time,
as she had been prancing about at their residence, and really
needed to be let loose. And yet - as I have said - it is best
to let her loose in somewhat of a structured environment - hence
the bridle path.
When Master J let her know the
plan for the day, she was definitely excited, as outdoors is a
favorite place for her to be . Master J was clear - using that
balance of control and love he is so expert with - that she had
to abstain from too much excitement during the trailer ride, least
he would have to bound her in the trailer to ensure she did not
harm herself on the way to the park. While she is a delightful
sight in bondage she did not like to be pent-up in this way just
before an outing, so she did try her best to contain herself on
the trip. The trailer has close quarters, and does provide some
restriction that is necessary for cinnamon. This seemed enough
to keep her anticipation keen and her activity more contained.
Once they arrived at the park, her Master took her out of the
trailer and led her over to the fence where she could look at
the path. In retrospect, this was probably not the wisest of ideas,
as she became so excited, it required a masterful and stern hand
to put on her tack. She was looking at the path, then back to
her Master, and making such a fuss - clearly wanting to be let
loose before he had put on her gear. But this was not to be the
case. As soon as Master J noted that she had lost her ability
for self-control, he tied her lead to the fence post and pet her
to try and calm her down .
However, the petting only served
to rile her a bit more, and it became obvious that a stern demeanor
would be required to keep her still so she could be geared up.
Master J could quickly change his stance, and did so, using a
crop and placing his hand in her mane to provide a lesson in self-control.
While this engendered quite a whiny and pout from cinnamon, it
also did the trick, and she knew well enough to stand still and
let her Master put her gear on.
This he did with care and great
sensuality. What a beautiful sight it was to watch Master and
pony girl become so attune to one another and to the routine of
readying cinnamon for a ride.
Once cinnamon was ready, Master
J returned to petting her, only this time, because of the way
she had just been prepared, she responded with great loving and
fun-filled reactions. She cuddled her head into the top of Master
J's shoulder, and looked through his pockets for treats. He put
two hands in front of her, both closed, and the guessing game
about "which one had the apple" was on. He was fast
with his hands, which confused and delighted cinnamon. It took
her three tries to get a hold of the apple piece, and for this
she was rewarded with the apple and some long pets down her mane
and her side. With this she threw her head back and shook her
mane. She wiggled her tail and whinnied with delight. What a beautiful
site it was for me to watch the intimate dance between pony and
Trainer. Each one so different, each one so tailored to the personalities
of the pony and the Trainer .
Now cinnamon looked over the
fence. Her longing to run on the path was so evident. She was
stomping her hooves to the ground and she then dropped down on
all fours, showing her Master her yearning to break loose on the
bridle path. Master J knew that now was the time. As he walked
toward her, her smile was sparkling, and her movements both cute
and sensual. The stomping became frenetic, as did her wiggle and
the throwing back of her head. It was clear she could have broken
loose if she wanted to, but now it was a team - and she waited
for her Master to undo the lead. With this, and a crop to her
behind, she was off and running. Ahh - she was free, and yet still
under the watchful eye of her Master.
She gestured a good bye and a
thank you to her Master and began her run down the bridle path.
He stood, crop in hand, wondering how far she would go before
she found a way to beckon him for a playful chase. It did not
take long for her to turn and give him a seductive pony wiggle
and an even more seductive arch of her back, letting her mane
get caught up in the wind, just the way she knew her Master loved
to look at her.
With this the chase was on, if
one could call it that. What actually happened was that Master
J began to walk slowly down the bridle path, whistling, letting
her know just where he was. And cinnamon - well, what a delight
she was! She would run far ahead and then notice he did not break
into chase. So she would trot back up to him and give him a little
nudge - trying to get him to chase her. But this was not to be
part of the play today. Today was a lesson on how to stay an appropriate
distance from your Trainer - sometimes being further away - but
always coming back at the command of the whistle. So, no matter
how hard she would tease him, his walk remained at a consistent
pace - like a measuring stick cinnamon could dance around - and
this she would do! Sometimes bolting ahead - always looking back
- always returning to the sound of his whistle - and always trying
to nudge him to break form. It was like watching a three year
old child actually - learning about autonomy - that is, straying
a bit from her safety, only to check to be sure he was still there,
ready to care for her or control her if necessary. How luscious
it all looked. And, in the play, it was clear the lesson was being
learned. How far was far enough. And how many nudges would be
tolerated. To watch the pattern take shape as they walked the
path was really quite amazing. By the time they went around four
times, the pattern was set, and the game - or lesson - had a routine
that both enjoyed immensely.
After a few more times around,
that untamed part of cinnamon showed itself. While I was indeed
enjoying the routine, I think I would have been disappointed if
this part of cinnamon did not show itself during the lesson. I
was glad when it did. And my heart was racing as I wondered how
it would all be handled.
Basically, cinnamon turned off
the bridle path and began to run. Her Master turned off as well,
but kept his steady pace. No need to run after her. He and she
knew that this was a punishable offense, and that, after her fun,
she would tire and need to attend to her infraction. His only
duty was to stay close enough to be sure she did not get into
any trouble. But they both knew this, so she did not run too far
ahead. You see - the pattern of the dance was already established
- the lesson about distance was learned. So she never strayed
too far and he never quickened his pace. But indeed, they were
both aware that another lesson about breaking away from the path
was about to be learned.
Cinnamon headed for the deep
woods, climbing over rocks and stumps . She heard some voices
and crawled behind a small bush to hide. Master J simply followed
her hoof prints, knowing she would soon tire. He did reach her,
hiding behind the bush, and quietly came up behind her. Once she
heard him, she stood up and pawed her hooves in the air. God,
she looked like she saw a rattlesnake or something! She tried
to run again, but this time her Master got hold of her lead and
brought her back to the fence post where all of this began. It
was clear he was figuring out what punishment fit the indiscretion.
Both knew this. And both anticipated it. Cinnamon was trying to
appease her master in a loving sort of way, nudging and whinnying
a bit. But, as is true of Master J, this did not change his saunter
or his mind.
Master J let cinnamon know that
for her indiscretion, she would not be permitted to pull the cart
on this fine day. Instead he tied her lead to the post again and
motioned her -- with non-verbal signals - to get on all fours.
This she did - facing the bridle path. And he left her there to
see what she was missing, as real horses road by in the distance.
Then Master J made his crop more visible to cinnamon's eyes. And
yes, what a cropping there was. Lesson learned - at least for
this day.
After the cropping, Master J
petted cinnamon as both looked out for a while at the other horses.
He could see she was sad, but understood the lesson. He whispered
that, even though the path would be closed for the rest of the
season, they had their ways to jump the fence and would do so
next weekend if she was good or at least as good as she can be.
She was sparkling again!
It was a wonderful outing and
I felt honored to observe. I hope you have felt the same privilege
here.
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