If this pony wants to become part of my stock, he must learn to recognize my scent. I approach him holding a wand in my hand. I see in his eyes the fear of being hit. But I don't want to use it to punish, but as a tool to keep my panties always in front of his face. And so I do. I remove them, put them in my wand and like a donkey with a carrot he paws all over the room obediently. I don't know if it excites him more to smell or feel my nakedness resting on his back. This pony was good ... he supported my weight, stood up on two legs and now he can recognize my scent ... Now he is part of my stock
