








You open the door to the hotel room, the keycard still in your hands as you see me waiting for you - I shift in the bed, the massive amounts of leather and straps confining me and making me wait obediently for your return. As you close and lock the door behind you I can’t help but lose control of my breathing, the mask making my excitement sound like labored huffs as I eagerly await your touch. You smile, getting closer to the bed and running a finger along my mask. Are you happy to see your good pony?