"The trainers had one of the ponygirls out now. She was a broad shouldered blonde, used mostly as part of a nine pony team. She had little grace and no speed. But she was, if you'll forgive the expression, strong as a horse. She was naked but for her leather accouterments and her neoprene hood. All of the ponygirls wore, like the blonde pony did now, dark blue, neoprene hoods that covered the head down to the steel collars around their necks. The hood had an opening for the nostrils for air when the pony was gagged and so that the large gleaming gold ring that pierced the septum could be exposed. The opening for the mouth was large enough so that the pony's lips were bared. The blonde had a leather bridle around her head holding a thick leather bit in her mouth. When not wearing a bridle and bit, the ponies wore a mask that encapsulated their jaw and the bottom half of their faces. Inside their mouths would be a thick leather gag attached to the inside of the mask. There were tiny dime sized holes for the eyes that permitted limited sight." —from the text
About the Author
Paul Blades writes, “I am a fifty-five year old criminal defense attorney living in the northeastern United States. I have written a series of BDSM novels exploring the emotional and sensual extremes of human behavior. The attraction of the [male dom/female sub] BDSM format is that there is juxtaposed the two extremes of human sexuality. On the one side is the subject, powerless to regulate her sexual life, exchanging, either willingly or unwillingly, her control over her body for the freedom to experience its pleasures without the responsibility to govern herself according to conventional sexual mores. On the other side is the actor, a man, or men, who have abandoned any and all restrictions on the pursuit of pleasure and are able to remorselessly strip away the humanity of the women who they make their victims. There are few among us, I would hazard to guess, regardless of gender, who have not wished to be one or the other, or both, at some time in our lives.
But who among us is capable of reaching the true apotheosis of desire? The characters in my novels often struggle with their fates. Shame and remorse creep in after a newly made slave has undergone the most explosive sexual climax she has ever experienced, at the hands of a master who casually sends her back to her cell or hands her over to another when he has finished with her. A master, his burning lust finally abated and satisfied, rues, if only momentarily, the objectification and suffering of his female victim.”