Transformed Into A Permanent Chastity Pony Boy Part 1 (Patreon)

      The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the grounds of the local fetish festival. Among the throngs of people exploring their desires and fantasies, Alex wandered with a mix of nervous anticipation and excitement. At nineteen, he was new to the scene but eager to explore his burgeoning interest in kink.

       He had connected online with a woman named Elise, a stunning thirty-year-old blonde whose confidence and experience intrigued him. They had exchanged messages for weeks, discussing their mutual fascination with ponyplay.

       Alex found himself consumed by the alluring image of Elise, his mind drifting into fantasies where he envisioned himself as her devoted ponyboy. Several times a day, he would masturbate to this fantasy. The mere thought of Elise's commanding presence, guiding him with a firm yet gentle hand, fueled his deepest desires. Each session of self-indulgence became a ritualistic dance of pleasure, where he revelled in the imagined sensation of her control, willingly surrendering to the blissful torment of his fantasies.

       Today was the culmination of their online flirtation—an agreement to meet at the festival, where Elise would transform Alex into her ponyboy for the day.

        Spotting each other near a secluded corner of the festival grounds, Alex and Elise exchanged nervous smiles that quickly melted into eager anticipation.

       Elise was dressed in a tight leather jacket that accentuated her curves, paired with thigh-high boots that exuded dominance. Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders underneath a cowgirl hat, framing a face that held a knowing smirk. She even carried a riding crop.

       Alex, short and slender, felt a throbbing hardness pressing against his pants as he gazed at Elise, a stunning blonde bombshell. Women like her never even glanced his way, but now, her eyes locked onto his with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine. The heat between them was palpable, making his pulse race and every nerve in his body ignite with longing.

"Alex," she purred, her voice sending a shiver down his spine. "I'm so glad you could make it."

Alex swallowed, suddenly aware of the tightness in his chest. "I... I'm excited to be here."

       Elise stepped closer, her hand brushing against his cheek with a gentle but firm touch. "Are you ready to embrace your role as my ponyboy?"

       He nodded, feeling a rush of adrenaline course through him as he felt a rock-hard boner in his pants. Elise led him to a secluded area—a spot hidden from prying eyes but fully equipped with everything they would need for their play.

"First things first," Elise said, her voice low and commanding. "Strip."

       Alex hesitated for a moment, then obeyed. He stripped off his clothes until he stood naked before her, feeling exposed yet exhilarated under her gaze. Elise appraised him with a pleased smile, her eyes lingering over his youthful physique.

       "Good boy," she murmured, stepping closer to him. Her fingers traced a path down his chest, sending shivers through his body. Reaching behind her, she revealed a steel chastity belt, gleaming under the light.

        "Hold still," she instructed her voice a tantalizing mix of authority and seduction. Alex's breath quickened as she knelt before him, her warm breath ghosting over his sensitive skin. She gently cupped his cock and balls, positioning them carefully.

          With deliberate slowness, Elise secured the steel ring around his base complete with its own shock unit, the cool metal a stark contrast to his heated flesh. Alex couldn't suppress a moan as she clicked the lock into place, her fingers brushing tantalizingly close to his throbbing length.

       "Perfect," she purred, standing up and admiring her handiwork. Her fingers trailed over the chastity belt, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "Now you're all mine."

        Next up was the rubber suit, which Elise handed to Alex with a knowing smile. The suit had three strategically placed holes: one for his neck, another for his cock and balls to emerge, and a third for easy access to his ass. Alex struggled to pull on the tight rubber, the material clinging to his skin like a second layer.

       It took ten tantalizing minutes of careful manoeuvring to work the suit up past his crotch, feeling the locked sensation of his cock and balls emerging from their confines.

        Elise assisted him, her touch both commanding and tender as they guided his hands and arms into the sleeves, each one ending with a tight rubber ball that left no room for escape. The suit felt restrictive yet exhilarating, promising a prolonged sensation of submission and arousal.

        Elise had mentioned that the suit was made from a special, breathable material designed for extended wear, possibly even months. With each pull and adjustment, the anticipation grew until finally, after several minutes of precise effort, Elise zipped up the back of the suit, sealing Alex inside with a sensuous click at his neck.

        She instructed him to bend over, his body already primed with anticipation. With deliberate care, Elise inserted a sleek, cylindrical butt plug adorned with a luxuriously soft tail into his eager, waiting ass. The sensation of fullness combined with the delicate caress of the tail against the rubber sent waves of pleasure through him, heightening his arousal to dizzying heights.

         Alex waited with eager anticipation, feeling the heat of Elise's breath against his neck as she slowly worked the supple leather sleeve up his arms. The armbinder had a sleek surface reflecting the dim light, amplifying the tension that crackled between them.

        Elise's touch was deliberate, each adjustment of the laces sending a shiver down Alex's spine. The scent of leather mingled with their mutual arousal, filling the air with an intoxicating blend that heightened every sensation.

        As Elise tightened the bindings, Alex couldn't help but marvel at how exposed and vulnerable he felt. Her whispered encouragements fueled his desire, her fingers dancing over his skin as if painting a masterpiece of desire and restraint.

        The armbinder was Elise's idea, one she had described in vivid detail during their late-night conversations. She had a fascination with the elegance of restraint, likening it to the tension of a tightly wound spring ready to release its stored energy. Alex had been hesitant at first, unsure if he could endure such confinement, but the hunger in Elise's eyes had melted his reservations.

        Now, as Elise secured the final straps with deliberate care, Alex's breath quickened. The snug embrace of the binder held his arms firmly in place, a reminder of his surrender to her desires. He knew he was completely at her mercy, yet the thought only fueled his arousal further.

        Elise's touch lingered, her hands tracing the lines of the armbinder across Alex's chest, teasing and tantalizing. Each touch sent a jolt of electricity through him, heightening his senses to a fever pitch.

         Elise's skilled fingers deftly clicked several small padlocks shut along the armbinder, each metallic snap sending a thrill of anticipation through Alex's body. "I'm already secure," he thought, his mind racing with a mix of excitement and apprehension, wondering what delicious torment awaited him next.

Elise must have noticed the flicker of concern in Alex's eyes as the locks clicked shut.

        "They're mostly for show... but partly for security. There's no way you'll be able to unbuckle the straps, locks or not, but I like the idea that nobody else will be able to release you either. It's thrilling to know I'm the only one who holds the key," she purred, her voice laced with a hint of mischief.

        Alex swallowed hard, a surge of arousal coursing through him at Elise's words. The thought of being entirely at her mercy sent a thrill down his spine, despite the tiny voice of caution in the back of his mind.

"Oh," Alex managed, his voice thick with desire.

       Alex knew he was in for a day of exquisite torment and pleasure. The discomfort of his bound position melted away in the face of Elise's undeniable allure and the promise of what was to come.

        With a mischievous smile, Elise leaned in close, her lips brushing against Alex's ear as she whispered, "Now, let's see how long you can hold out for me, ponyboy..."

Elise stepped back, surveying her handiwork with a satisfied smile.

         Elise guided Alex to sit on the edge of a chair, her touch both firm and gentle as she positioned him. Her eyes glinted with a mixture of command and desire as she knelt before him, her hands expertly securing the thigh-length boots adorned with sleek hooves that had no heels.

        Each smooth movement and soft caress of her fingers heightened Alex's anticipation, his pulse quickening with every subtle click of the padlocks locking the boots firmly in place.

        The sensation of the supple leather against his skin, coupled with the weight and restriction of the hooves, sent waves of exhilaration through him. As he glanced down at his transformed feet, a thrill of submission and arousal surged within him, knowing he was now completely at Elise's mercy, ready to fulfil her every command.

"How does it feel?" Elise inquired, her eyes alight with curiosity.

        "Tight," Alex gasped, struggling slightly against the restriction. His arms felt unnaturally constricted, and a chill began to seep into his fingertips. "It's... intense."

         "They'll warm up once we're on the move," Elise reassured, her voice brimming with optimism. "Ready for the rest of your gear?"

        Alex hesitated, his apprehension growing. He knew he wasn't prepared for what lay ahead—minutes, possibly hours, in this intense bondage. Yet, under Elise's gaze, he couldn't bring himself to voice his doubts.

"Sure," Alex managed, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

         Relief flickered across Elise's face, swiftly replaced by a mask of empathy as she sensed Alex's unease. Her touch was gentle as she ran her fingers along the armbinder, tracing the contours of the leather that moulded his arms together seamlessly.

        The tight embrace of the armbinder accentuated Alex's physique, defining his muscles and highlighting the exquisite strain he was under. Every breath felt shallow and strained, his chest constricted by the combination of leather and harness.

       As Elise continued to fasten the harness around his torso, Alex struggled to maintain composure. The straps dug into his flesh, amplifying the pressure on his already taxed diaphragm. Panic threatened to overwhelm him, the desire to call a halt to this intense bondage experience clawing at his resolve.

        Alex fought against his rising panic, focusing on regulating his breath as Elise's skilled hands worked meticulously. The blend of arousal and apprehension coalesced into a heady mix, leaving him simultaneously exhilarated and uncertain of his limits.

         Yet, as Elise tightened the final strap and secured it with a decisive click, Alex knew there was no turning back now. Bound tightly by desire and trust, he braced himself for the journey ahead, uncertain of where this erotic adventure would lead him.

Alex's mind swirled with a mix of arousal and apprehension as Elise's hands skillfully secured each cuff and lock, binding him into a state of exquisite helplessness. The click of buckles echoed each one a reminder of his surrender to her desires.

"Wait, you're locking all the buckles?" Alex questioned, a trace of uncertainty in his voice.

"Yes," Elise replied confidently, her gaze lingering on his restrained form. "You're going to look stunning."

        Alex nodded, conflicted yet unable to deny the rush of excitement that coursed through him. The sensation of being meticulously locked into bondage sent shivers down his spine, each lock symbolizing his complete submission to her whims.

         Though part of him worried about the practicalities of being so thoroughly bound, another part throbbed with anticipation. He was eager to embrace the dual role of bondage and show pony, even if the extent of his restraint was daunting for a first-timer.

        Elise's reassurances helped soothe some of his unease. "I don't think I can last an hour like this," Alex admitted, his voice betraying a hint of vulnerability.

         "I understand completely. Don't worry," Elise assured him, her touch gentle as she continued to prepare him. "And remember, you have your signals. Just a few taps and I'll release you."

        Alex nodded again, finding solace in her understanding. The knowledge that he held the power to halt their play at any moment was a comforting thought, a lifeline amidst the escalating intensity of their session.

        As Elise proceeded to affix a leather collar around his neck, Alex's pulse quickened. He recognized the familiar sensation of the shock collar, modified to fit his desires—a testament to their shared exploration of control and restraint.

        The click of the lock around his neck sent a thrill through him, reaffirming his surrender. His arousal surged as Elise continued her meticulous preparations, her skilled hands guiding him deeper into their shared fantasy.

        "Now, almost done," Elise murmured, her tone low and teasing as she brought a leather mask into view. Shaped like a horse's head, it completed his transformation into her obedient steed.

        Alex's breath caught in his throat as the mask neared his face, his anticipation mingling with a hint of trepidation. Elise's fingers steadied the mask, her other hand coming into view holding a small swimming nose plug.

        Confusion briefly clouded Alex's thoughts as the plug was deftly inserted into his nose, followed swiftly by the gag being placed firmly into his mouth. The sensation was overwhelming, his world narrowing to the struggle for breath through the rubber plug nostrils.

        With his mouth now plugged, Dylan fought for air and was rewarded by a small flow from his nostrils as the air took a meandering path through his enclosed nostrils.

        He greedily sucked air in as hard as he could. The strain on his diaphragm from having his elbows bound together behind him – and his tight harness - was exponentially magnified by the effort of filling his lungs.

         Panic surged within him, restrained only by the knowledge of Elise's control and their established signals. His nostrils flared as he fought for air, the sensation both terrifying and exhilarating.

         Elise continued her work, attaching the mask securely with straps that she swiftly locked in place. The mane of the mask would conceal the locks, preserving the illusion of his equine transformation.

        Alex's head was now firmly held in place by the combination of the mask and the collar, rendering him utterly immobilized save for the slightest movement. His world had narrowed to the sensations of leather and latex, the rush of blood in his ears drowning out any other sound.

         As Elise stood back to admire her handiwork, Alex's heart raced with a mixture of arousal and fear, each breath a testament to his complete submission to her desires.

        Alex's eyes widened in shock as Elise took hold of the bulb connected to the penis gag, a mechanism cleverly concealed within the horse mask. A surge of air flowed through the tubing, and to his amazement, the limp rubber penis inside his mouth began to swell and expand, filling his oral cavity.

         Struggling against the straps that held his head immobile, Alex attempted to dislodge the gag, only to find himself thwarted by the firm strap under his chin, locking the intrusive device in place. His muffled protests and grunts were the only form of communication available to him as the gag continued to inflate relentlessly.

         Each pump of the bulb sent waves of panic through Alex, realizing he was completely at Elise's mercy. His attempts to convey his discomfort were futile; his head was trapped in the equine mask, his voice silenced by the expanding gag.

       As Elise persisted in pumping the bulb, Alex's panic escalated from mild concern to sheer desperation. He strained against the leather that enveloped him, muscles flexing with futile resistance. Every breath was a struggle, the expanding gag pressing against his tongue and filling his mouth to capacity.

         The situation spiralled further out of his control, the relentless inflation of the gag pushing him deeper into a state of helpless arousal and anxiety. Alex's mind raced, trapped in a body bound and gagged, yearning for release yet unable to articulate his plea.

        Bound by desire and locked in his submission, Alex's world narrowed to the sensations of restraint and the tantalizing uncertainty of Elise's next move.

       She then proceeded to cuff Alex's ankles, knees, thighs, hands, elbows, and shoulders with deliberate, sensual movements. The cool touch of metal against his rubber skin sent shivers of anticipation through him, each click of the padlocks adding to the erotic tension.

         With each restraint secured, Alex felt himself more completely under Elise's control, his body thrumming with a mixture of vulnerability and desire. The weight of the cuffs and the sound of the locks clicking closed heightened his awareness of being utterly at her mercy, ready to surrender to whatever pleasures she had in store.

        Alex stood there, completely at Elise's mercy. His entire body was encased in a tight-fitting rubber suit, his cock and balls securely locked in chastity. His arms were confined in an armbinder, his mouth silenced by a gag, and his neck adorned with a collar. An array of cuffs adorned his ankles, knees, thighs, wrists, elbows, and shoulders, rendering him utterly immobilized. Additionally, he was plugged, adding to his sense of total submission.

        She began to tease him relentlessly, her fingers dancing over the steel cage that imprisoned his throbbing cock. "Mmm, poor boy," Elise cooed softly, her voice dripping with sultry amusement.

         "So eager and yet so denied." Her touch was electric, teasingly light yet firm enough to remind him of his helplessness. As she fondled his locked balls, she leaned in close, her breath warm against his ear. "Do you ache for release, darling?" she teased, her words sending a shiver down his spine. Alex couldn't help but moan, the mixture of pleasure and frustration making his entire body tremble with desire.

         She attached the reins to the side of the penis gag and gently pulled Alex forward. He struggled to walk on the unsteady hooves that replaced his feet, the restrictive suit and cuffs severely limiting his movements. With each step, he could only manage short six-inch strides at best.

        The clip-clop of the hooves echoed on the pavement, making his approach unmistakably noticeable to anyone within earshot, amplifying both his vulnerability and the palpable tension between him and Elise.

       As they strolled through the bustling festival, Alex's world shrank to the small aperture of visibility offered by the horse mask's nostril. Through this tiny peephole, he observed Elise's strategic stops for eager passersby, who were captivated by the sight of her and her pony—primarily the pony.

        As soon as he paused, he felt the sting of her riding crop across his exposed ass, followed by a powerful shock coursing through his balls and neck.

       "Tut tut, ponyboy," she teased, her voice dripping with authority and desire. "You walk when I say, stop when I say, and obey my every command." Her words carried a tantalizing promise of dominance, igniting a primal thrill within him as he surrendered completely to her will.

        Elise revelled in the attention, relishing the control she wielded over Alex with each abrupt halt and start, her touch guided by reins and crop.

        As the hours wore on, Alex's fatigue became palpable. His arms throbbed numbly within the confines of the armbinder, his breathing laboured around the gag and rubber-filled nostrils. Each step was an ordeal, his calves burning and the soles of his hooved boots numb from bearing his weight for what felt like an eternity—judging by the sun's position, it likely had been hours.

        Elise had been relentless in her teasing and torment, whipping him mercilessly throughout the ordeal, each strike sending waves of desire and humiliation through him. Whenever she paused to take a drink or chat with someone, she would casually fondle and cradle his balls, her touch skilful and possessive, causing him to leak precum from the confines of his chastity cage. It was deeply humiliating and arousing, the way she treated his cock and balls like a mere plaything, exerting her control over his most intimate desires with every touch and every whispered command.

        At last, Alex glimpsed Elise guiding him towards the festival's exit. Relief flooded him; he mentally prepared himself to unleash a torrent of frustration once she released him.

         But his hopes were dashed as Elise guided him towards a horse trailer, its ramp ominously lowered, the interior cloaked in shadow. The scent of alfalfa drifted out, a tantalizing hint of what lay within.

         He hesitated, but a sharp crack of her whip across his ass cheeks and a jolt of electricity to his balls and neck spurred him into action.

        "Either you get inside that box, or I fill the holes in those rubber nose plugs and leave you here," Elise's voice was firm, her dominance palpable.

        Alex struggled to breathe through the tiny holes in the nose plugs, the threat and her control over him adding to his mounting arousal and discomfort. With a racing heart and a mix of apprehension and anticipation, he resigned himself to the unknown and walked obediently into the horse box.

         Inside, Elise secured him with numerous straps and locks, binding him tightly to the interior. She exited and climbed into the driver's seat, the trailer pulling away from the fairgrounds. Hours passed as they drove, the uncertainty of their destination heightening Alex's senses.

        Eventually, they came to a stop. The scent of hay surrounded him as Elise removed his blindfold and guided him out of the horse box. Blinking against the light, Alex confirmed they were in a barn. Standing before him, Elise looked stunning with her long blonde hair cascading over leather-clad curves. Her tight leather pants and barely contained top emphasized her ample assets, the key to his chastity belt dangling provocatively between her breasts.

         Surveying the barn, Alex followed as Elise guided him with rhythmic clinks and clops of his hooves on the ground. They reached an empty stall, where she deftly secured his reins to the wall, granting him the freedom to lie down or stand, but no further.

           "Welcome to Ms. Steel's Ranch for Pony Boys," Elise announced with a hint of amusement in her voice. "Your training for your new life begins tomorrow, ponyboy. You better get your beauty sleep."

         Alex trembled with a mix of fear and uncertainty as Mistress Elise clicked the lock shut on the stall door and plunged him into darkness. What did she mean by "ranch for pony boys"? How long would he be kept here, in this state of complete immobilization?

       Bound tightly in unforgiving bondage, Alex's body ached with exhaustion. His ass and thighs bore the marks of Mistress Elise's merciless whipping, each welt and bruise a testament to her dominance. His arms hung limply, devoid of sensation after hours in restraint. Blisters throbbed painfully on his feet from walking in the hoof boots, while his ass still smarted from the punishing plug that had been a constant reminder of his submission throughout the day.

        Yet, above all else, it was his cock and balls that screamed for attention within the spikes of the chastity cage. Mistress Elise had tormented them relentlessly, zapping and crushing them repeatedly throughout the day, leaving them throbbing with a mixture of pain and desperate arousal.

         His thoughts were consumed by the relentless ache of his chastity belt, the steel cold against his fevered skin. "Will she ever let me out?" he wondered, the question hanging in the air like an unspoken plea for release.