The stormy morning clouds at the OWK have lifted, and the afternoon sun is shining brightly. It's the perfect weather to go out for a short carriage ride. My pony-boy has been patiently waiting for Me in worm position in the cold rain for hours, but as soon as I approach he immediately springs into action; I am pleased with his servitude. I will reward him with the privilege of worshiping My expensive red leather boots. he might just be a pony-boy, but his lips and tongue must show great devotion to My expensive footwear. Daily whippings have yielded exemplary changes in his behavior. Today... Show more