I take my seat in a historic sulky-style carriage and enjoy one of the most civilized forms of transport imaginable: a man in harness, placed exactly where m*le effort belongs: in front of me.

Honestly, cities like Paris should study this concept. No app, no traffic drama, no sentimental nonsense. Just a useful m*le body pulling a lady through the grounds while getting his much-needed exercise for free. Efficient, elegant, and morally rather satisfying.

Dressed in my strict riding outfit; white riding breeches, bl*ck leather riding boots with spurs, gloves, sunglasses, top hat and a severe bl*ck leather blouse; I drive my human pony through the OWK castle garden. From my elevated seat, I have the perfect view while he pants, struggles, slows down and learns very quickly that his fatigue is not a valid argument.

The long driving whip keeps him moving. My commands keep him focused. And when he becomes disappointing, I do not negotiate. I step down.

That is when the l*ttle transport failure receives a proper correction: kicks, whip strokes, spurs, trampling, and my boot placed exactly where his dignity used to be. He breaks down on the grass, rolls under my feet like heavy, inconvenient luggage, and still I find a use for him.

His tongue becomes useful too, of course. I make him present it so I can scrape my sole clean while he lies there beneath me, exhausted, humiliated and still not excused.

By the end, I stand over my ruined l*ttle carriage pony in a victory pose, one boot planted on him, calmly lighting a cigarette while he lies finished under me.

A rare Human Pony carriage clip from the OWK castle garden; with pony play, whipping, trampling, kicking, spurs, sole l*cking, smoking and pure female superiority.

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