My last garage sale

I come home with a crate of used horse harnesses & strapping, picked up as discards from a passionate equestrian. One piece in particular intrigues me.

I pull it out of the box & hold it in my hands. The leather, originally heavy & stiff, is now pliable from years of chafing against coarse animal hair. Its scent is enticing & earthy. My hands are immediately infused with decades of dust and sweat.

Earlier the owner told me it was from the late 1800′s. Originally used for a large breed of draft horse. The 3 inch iron rings are intact, but pulled out of shape from strain. Meant to cover a large equine head-I notice it’s just big enough for me to step into. The cold iron on my skin shocks me into a nearly instant climax.

I can’t tighten the material around my neck fast enough.