stormy

storm
2012-03-06 01:46:08 (UTC)

My sanctuary

Another day leashed in my stall, I begin to feel a growing sense of comfort in my little sanctuary. The humans have the entire universe to explore and control, while I stand here peacefully surrounded in my stall by walls, a bed of hay, and a gate. The gate my wonderful loving owner, Mistress Ruby uses to bring me into her world. In that world I am her property, made to perform for the pleasure and relaxation of the humans, completely in their control with the rights given to owned property. Always leashed and always restricted, because I am just another animal.

By contrast, locked here in the walls of the very small stall provided to me by Mistress Ruby, I am safe from human hands and human control. This is my home, and so long as my Mistress allows it, I can relax and simply wait for the gate to open, to be used again for her pleasure.

I look around at all the other ponies leashed in their stalls, watching them as they chomp at their bits, lazily swishing their tails fanning themselves, or stomping their hooves in excitement. Without a single whinny, nuzzle, or snort, it is clear that we all share a common destiny. We are animals, beasts of burden, livestock, living in our tiny universe, given to us by the humans, waiting for them to open our stall gates into their world. As if to remind us of our place in it as mere pets, serving them...fully in their control. We are only animals to be used in their world, until they decide to give us back our little sanctuary, locking us into our stalls for another evening while we wait for the gate door to open once again.




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