He didn’t actually lock me in them. He just moved my hands behind my back to demonstrate the first of two standard ways to bind a pony girl’s hand....“The first is simple, and it was how she was practicing earlier,” he forced my hands behind my back and then showed them a leather strap on the back of the harness that connects to the cuffs so that I can’t swing my arms around.“Ponies don’t use their hands to pick things up. They learn to use their mouths to carry things,” Mike explained. “The. It got me really turned on, so I started too. We were both trying to be quiet of course but when she came she let out a really loud moan, and that set me off, and you know that I tend to be a little loud when I come. So she heard me. We both started giggling and then we talked about masturbation. She loves it too and we were comparing notes and how we did it and everything. Lisa told me that she was talking to some other friends about starting a jilling club. 5 or 6 girls that would get. I do." I stared hard at the ground. "There's something about teachers I love, Mr. Wilson. That way that they think they have authority. Yet look how quickly I changed that." She tried to catch my eye but I didn't stop staring at the ground. "So, imagine how happy I was when you walked in this morning." I glanced up, things starting to fall into place now. "A teacher, with that same authority. The authority to shout, order... give a detention. I love that. That power you have. But, most teachers. She sauntered over to him, swinging her hips, as she knew that this would drive him wild, placing one stiletto clad foot in front of the next. By the time she got to the bar, he had a glass of champagne waiting for her, a chilled glass of Don Perigon '57.She took him by the arm and walked to the entrance of the restaurant, spoke quietly to the host and they where shown to the best table, secluded but with a beautiful view of the restaurant. As they sat down, the pianist played Chopin Nocturne.