“That is being your Discipline Rein, girl. Hold still until I am disconnecting it.”
There was another small click from somewhere behind and I could feel from the vibrations of the vaginal plug that he was coiling the intimate and restricting rein strap behind me. The loops were hooked tom a ring on my harnessed back, then I resumed walking at the ends of my lines, moving in a slow circle around him, tethered and controlled in all respects by the reins to my bit.
“OK,” he enthused, “by God, it is looking like you can walk real good with your new legs. We are going to be making sure that you will soon be running and cantering and galloping around on them like a real little pony. We are even going to eventually be training you to be ridden and then you will even be getting used to racing as
