If this pony wants to become part of my ******, he must learn to recognize my scent. I approach him holding a wand in my hand. I see in his eyes the fear of being hit. But I don’t want to use it to punish, but as a tool to keep my panties always in front of his face. And so I do. I remove them, put them in my wand and like a donkey with a carrot he paws all over the room obediently. I don’t know if it excites him more to smell or feel my nakedness resting on his back. This pony was good … he supported my weight, stood up on two legs and now he can recognize my scent … Now he is part of my ******

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