I am accustomed to riding sturdier backs, but today I desired to train a female pony. The appealing aspect is that I can fondle her breasts, and I relish the sound of the bells I have attached to her nipples. Waving my whip, I train her in basic movements and then mount her back to evaluate how she handles my weight. I also have a leash, which I attach to the bell’s cord to tug her nipples with every motion: now that the nipples are swollen and sensitive, I remove the nipple clamps and stimulate them with my hands and whip. I begin to appreciate this female pony, who meanwhile carries me back to the throne where I sit, contented, as she also serves as a footrest.