Bridled Filly

You stand before me sleek and oiled    
a puddle of passion betrays you again    
my eyes drink you in inch by inch by inch    
while I battle my anger and arousal    
  
Eyes downcast you fight back a smirk    
knowing me and my leniency with you    
but tonight will be different    
it has to be for both you and me    
  
Walking past you I keep going back    
to the wall and the rack of my toys    
starting from left to right I peruse    
my arsenal of implements and devices    
  
The long delay makes you edgy    
for I am usually most prepared    
having scripted our playtime completely    
this uncertainty is unnerving    
  
Gathering your long, long hair    
I move it aside before it can beguile    
then push your elbows together behind    
finally encasing your arms in the binder    
  
Before you can speak I slip it over    
a menacing bridle all black and shinny    
I force the large well chewed bit    
back behind your teeth most painful    
  
The mood has changed so severely    
no more giggling, no more smiling    
I double check the dozens of buckles    
then lock each one with a tiny little lock    
  
With the calm command of my steely voice    
you lean forward exquisitely before me    
holding a straining pose of presentation    
now desperate to please me in every way    
  
Whether it is the bridle's blinders    
or your intense complete focus    
you are caught completely unaware    
when I insert the plug and your tail    
  
I snap my fingers and you rise up tall    
easing back in my chair I whistle sharp    
my pretty pony prances in place    
toned legs up and down, up and down    
  
Savoring my port and cuban cigar I smile    
watching my filly put thru her paces    
sweat gleams in the dungeon candelight    
your huffing breath stirs my volcano deep    
  
As your mane and tail swish in unison    
I finally smile and resposition    
already deep in fantasy    
taking my prize on a most hard ride