Chapter 3. Sweetlips’s Tattoo & Branding

Strawberry had just finished eating when Morning Star entered the stall. “Well I see you finished your lunch.” She brushed a few crumbs from Strawberry’s chin. I talked to Master Bill and he’s anxious to meet you. She was ready to replace the bit, when there was a knock on the stall gate.

“Excuse me Miss Jessie, Master Bill is waiting in Sweetlips’s stall. I never saw a pony so anxious to be branded and tattooed in my life.”

Morning Star started to laugh, “Some women were meant to be ponies, and they know it as soon as they tried on their first outfit, Sweetlips just happens to be one of them. Have you ever seen Sweetlips without a smile?”

“No Ma’am, can’t say as I have. She is indeed one of the happiest ponies I worked on.”

“Tell Master Bill I’ll be there as soon as I insert Strawberry’s bit and brush her mane, Five-minutes the most.

“Yes Ma’am.”

Morning Star brushed out Strawberry’s mane, finished and put away the brush. When she turned back, Strawberry already had her mouth open in anticipation of her bit being inserted. “Good pony, there all done. I know that you would follow behind me but I have to attach a lead to your collar because of protocol.”

Strawberry nodded her head. She followed her Mistress’s lead with a smile on her lips and a jaunty high-stepping stride.

As they entered Sweetlips’s stall she was sitting on her master’s lap. He was stroking her pussy with one hand while petting her left breast with the other, and his lips gently sucking on her right nipple. She was sitting there moaning in pure ecstasy.

“Ops little one, I think we’ve been caught in the act!” He placed her on the floor.

Standing there, you could tell her thoughts were somewhere else. She had the on the biggest smile, her eyes were closed, but when she opened them, they were as big as saucers and shown like deep blue sapphires.

He gave her a passionate kiss on her pussy lips and she melted in his arms. If he weren’t holding her by the waist, she would have landed on the floor.

“Are you ready for your tattoo and my mark, Sweetlips?”

“Yes Master, I am ready to proudly wear your mark and display for all to see who owns this pony.”

Okay, bend over so that I can remove your tail.”

“Yes Master.” As she bent over, Morning Star held her up so Master Bill could remove the tail.

Strawberry stood there admiring how this pretty little pony docilely let them prepare her for what was ahead. She silently admired Sweetlips, her large rounded breasts, and her taut extended nipples proudly displaying her rings and bells, the slender waist that emphasized the flair of her rounded hips. She liked the way Sweetlips pussy rings were interlaced and locked with three small heart shaped padlocks that could be unlocked for sex. At the same time her heart was heavy, at twenty-nine she was still a virgin, her pussy forever sealed, never to feel the fulfillment that Sweetlips knows.

Sweetlips was as much half carried as walked to the blacksmith shop where her future destiny awaits.

The first thing that Ramon did was to remove Sweetlips’s upper armbands, wristbands and ankle bands, placing them on a table. She was placed on the bench, face up, her wrists secured to the top and her ankles to the bottom. Thick straps went around her waist and upper chest, she was now nicely bound to the bench.

“My lovely Sweetlips, are you still willing to wear my mark and display for all who owns and loves you?”

“Oh, yes Master, I will forevermore, proudly display my love and affection to you, and show to all who owns me.”

Master Bill showed his love to her by sealing her words with a passionate kiss upon her honey-sweet pussy that was now coated with her juices.

“Oh-my-god, Master I love you so much!”

Morning Star bent over Sweetlips, “Are you ready to have me proceed?”

“Yes, Mistress, I’m ready.” Sweat pouring from her every pore.

Mistress took a stencil and traced upon Sweetlips’s groin the tattoo that was to forevermore declare who owns her. As she started tattooing, Sweetlips started to giggle, “Oh my, that tickles!”

Morning Star just smiled.

When Morning Star finished the tattoo it consisted of three lines of fancy red script, the name ‘Sweetlips’ on the first line, ‘Property of’ on the second, and ‘Master Bill’ on the third. Next Master Bill removed Sweetlips’s boots and asked, “ My lovely Sweetlips will you, as my personal pony, agree to have your hoofs permanently mounted to you?”

Without giving it another thought, She said, “Yes Master.”

A sticky substance was poured into each boot and then applied to the bottom of each foot. The feet inserted into the boots and then laced with steel cord. “For the next twenty-four hours the boot can be removed without any problems, after that time both parts of the bonding agent will cure and nothing will dissolve it. If after the first day you still want to wear your hoofs, the band will be replaced and welded shut. Do you understand what I just told you?”

“Oh yes Master, I understand fully. Master, please weld the bands on now.”

Master Bill then gave Ramon a nod and Sweetlips’s ankle bands were welded on. Her hooves were now a permanent part of her.

He released her from the bench and as she stood in front of him she could feel the substance work its way around the foot and bond itself to the leather. In a little over a day the bonding agent will set and she will have permanent hoofs. She was led around the blacksmith shop to get the feel of the hoofs.

The next thing was her arms. They were placed behind her back and brought wrist to opposite elbow. A leather sleeve was placed around both arms and went from bicep to bicep then laced up. The bands that originally went around her biceps were reapplied and welded shut. Permanently encasing her arms in leather and steel.

“My love, are you prepared to accept my mark of ownership?”

“Yes Master, I am ready.”

“Do you wish to have a ball gag inserted to suppress your screams?”

“No Master, I promise not to scream out or yell.”

“Very well then.”

Without notice the iron was applied to her right buttock.

Strawberry looked on in amazement, the little pony never let out a whimper. Master Bill picked up his ‘Sweetlips’ and carried her back to her stall; he stayed with her the rest of the day.

“Mistress, I can’t believe what they did to that poor girl, she just let you tattoo her, bind her arms and permanently mount her hoofs. But to just, without a word, brand her was unbelievable. She is a lot stronger than I was.”

“Yes my pet, Sweetlips truly wanted to be a pony, not only for her master but for herself as well. She is now complete in body, mind and soul.”

“Yes Mistress, I now know what it means to feel fulfillment in ones life. I truly believe that this is where I belong, with you, in my stall.

“Mistress, Are you planning to have my arms bound like Sweetlips and my hoofs permanently mounted?”

“Would you like that my pet?”

“I don’t know Mistress it seems so...permanent. Could it ever be reversed?“

“Sometimes yes, sometimes no, it depends. In Sweetlips’ case, never! Once the bonding agent sets the hoofs are there to stay. As far as her arms go, they were coated with supper glue then incased in leather, laced, and the bands closed shut. This is something she wanted, She knew, once done, it never could be reversed without doing serious damage. Think no more about it and rest; tomorrow will be a busy day.