Chapter One: The Package
It took some time before I realized that my wife had arranged for the package that came to our mailbox. At the time I assumed that my interest in human ponies and my surfing of sites catering to that fetish had somehow placed me on a mailing list to receive such literature. The package arrived in a plain brown wrapper, was hand addressed to me and had no return address. The postmark was unreadable. When I opened it the only thing inside was a card with a picture of a man harnessed to a cart, being driven by a woman and a few lines of text.
Live your dream! Take your vacation with us!
Chance of a lifetime to put realism into your fantasies!
Be a pony for a week or more!
Follow the link below to find out more.
YOUR WIFE MUST AGREE AND ACCOMPANY YOU!
One time use password, view content as couple.
My heart was hammering on my chest wall like a live thing wanting out and I was hyperventilating. This card slammed head first into exactly the dream I coveted most. I had a clear vision of being forced to serve as a pony, living in a barn, being harnessed to a cart to provide entertainment and locomotion for women who didn’t care about me except as an animal. I wanted to live that vision badly. I had spent months searching the internet for a place like this. A place where I could go to satisfy my cravings in a safe environment, but had never found anything. Now here it was staring me in the face.
I read the card over and over as if there was some secret message, some clue that I had missed. The words finally blurred together and my mind focused on the one sentence that still kept this dream from me.
YOUR WIFE MUST AGREE AND ACCOMPANY YOU!
My wife might be a problem. She knew about my desires and I had convinced her to play a few games in the bedroom where she dominated me, but... There was this big but. She went through the motions without any fire behind her words. She whipped me without any real severity behind her blows. She listened and at least wasn’t disgusted but I never received the faintest signal that anything about my needs turned her on. I had also confided my secret wish to be kept as a
