Treat of the Tricked Pony!

I had placed a red table to the right or the desk, on which she stood. It is put there demonstratively.

“When a girl comes into the room, looking at you, facing you, you will instruct her as follows;

Place your right hand on my horn, hold on to it for a minute, then place your right hand onto the table, palm down for a minute,

Place your left hand on my horn, hold on to it for a minute, then place your left hand onto the table, palm down.

Place both your hands on my horn, hold on to it, fingers interlaced, then place your hands on the table, palms down.

Now, put your hands together, fingers interlaced, push your elbows together.

Move up to me and slip the yello, your hands have turned into, into my orchid, and slip it up, then down repeatedly for about an hour.

After this, pull it out, and you'll find your hands as normal, once your out of me. I know you will enjoy the feeling.

Your finger nails will then be the same red, as my hooves.

If you like, you're free to come back to me for more, by tomorrow.

You may also desire to practice your joy on your own!” she instructed me, and I'm sure I will recall it in detail, I will do as she told me.

Like this, she left me. I could do nothing, there was nothing to do about my situation. I tried to push out both of the plugs, but to no avail, neither did get out, or move in the least, either in, or out. I'm stuck where I am.

I tried to lift my hooves, each and everyone, repeatedly, but once more, to no avail. Maybe I wasn't putting as much effort into it, considering I'm coming, over and over, and pretty hard. It kept me distracted. Just as it was taxing on both strength and stamina. I was finding myself too weak to put up any further resistance.

An hour after she had left me, I may not be conscious of time, but by this time, I had found myself regretful, my hooves were stuck in place, since I couldn't have maintained my position, on my own. Coming did take something out of me.

Later, I started to fully enjoy myself, I guess I could as well. What's the harm, it's supposed to be pleasurable, isn't it?

Since I kept coming, I am incapable of sleep. I'm stuck, trapped.

Like this, I was kept, made into coming, on end.