Deep inside the cold stone corridor of the OWK Castle, the slaves kneel naked in their cages, trembling in the dark.

Their only purpose is to serve and to be useful to their Leather Goddess.

The sound of My heels echoes down the hallway as I walk past them in My tight, fitted leather catsuit and thigh high boots.

Each slave waits, desperate, hoping to be noticed.

One is locked inside a pitch-black box. His only glimpse of light comes when he is permitted to lick the soles of My boots. Another strains against his cage, stretching his tongue in a futile attempt to reach My leather-clad ass while I smoke casually on top of him, ignoring his struggle.

A third simply drools through the bars, broken and empty.

One lucky slave is allowed out of his cage, but only because he has a use. A human ladder. A human ashtray. A piece of furniture for My comfort.

Whatever I need, whenever I need it.

Bienvenido a los establos del Other World Kingdom, donde los nuevos ponis son domados con estricta precisión. Dicen que no eres apto para el servicio de poni a menos que una Ama decida montarte... y hoy, voy a poner eso a prueba.

Vestida con un ajustado vestido de cuero y botas hasta el muslo, presento a este nuevo poni su nueva realidad. Mis instrucciones son claras, mis expectativas absolutas. Con la fusta de cuero en mano, monto sobre su espalda y lo guío exactamente hacia donde quiero que vaya.

Cada paso que da está bajo mi control. Él carga no solo mi peso, sino todo el peso de mi autoridad.

Su único propósito ahora es obedecer, actuar y convertirse en un mejor poni para su Ama.