When I ride my ponyslave in a park, I expect him to be strong enough to endure long trails, but today my pathetic slave seemed to suffer more than the usual under my weight. I used my crop and the spurs, but I felt him straining. I still wanted to ride him, so I pushed him hard and then I gave him a little break. But there is no rest for him, during the breaks he had to lick my boots clean and worship my dirty soles because he deserve nothing more than that.

Quando cavalco il mio schiavo in un parco, mi aspetto che sia abbastanza forte da sopportare lunghi sentieri, ma og...

When I ride my ponyslave in a park, I expect him to be strong enough to endure long trails, but today my pathetic slave seemed to suffer more than the usual under my weight. I used my crop and the spurs, but I felt him straining. I still wanted to ride him, so I pushed him hard and then I gave him a little break. But there is no rest for him, during the breaks he had to lick my boots clean and worship my dirty soles because he deserve nothing more than that.

Quando cavalco il mio schiavo in un parco, mi aspetto che sia abbastanza forte da sopportare lunghi sentieri, ma oggi il mio patetico ponyslave sembrava soffrire più del solito sotto il mio peso. Ho usato il mio frustino e gli speroni, ma l'ho sentito sotto sforzo. Volevo ancora cavalcarlo, quindi l'ho spinto forte e poi gli ho dato due piccole pause. Ma per lui non c'è riposo, durante le pause ha dovuto leccare i miei stivali e adorare le mie suole sporche perché non meritava altro.