13. Perky Is Born.

As Wendy entered the shop, she saw three young women standing along one wall. Standing next to them was an older gentleman wearing a turban and modern-style clothing. And next to him was the woman who owned the farm.

What shocked and surprised Wendy the most was the sight of the pretty little ponygirl that was tethered to the wrist of one of the young girls. The pony couldn't have been over five-feet tall, but adorned as she was, Wendy thought she looked stunning. Like herself, this pony was branded but her brand was the letter, 'J', not 'T' like hers.

"Well, Tracy," asked the young girl holding the pony's lead, "Have you decided on a name for your pony?"

'So,' thought Wendy, 'my owner's name is Tracy, that's why the 'T'. I had no idea that I would be owned by a woman!'

Going over to Wendy, Tracy looked into her eyes, "Yes Princess Jasmine, her name is, "Perky."

"Oh, that's a pretty name, and it befits her," said the other girl.

"Very well then, that shall be her name forever more and it will be inscribed in the usual manner. You may now prepare her for her adorn-ments," ordered the gentleman with the turban.

"Yes, your Highness, her adornments arrived yesterday. Would you like to inspect them?"

Giving a wave of his hand, he ordered them to proceed.

Tracy now spoke to Wendy, "Do you, Wendy, accept all that was and will be placed upon you, willingly? Do you accept me as your owner and mistress? If you answer in the affirmative, you will belong to me in all ways, mine to command, yours to obey.

"Yes my mistress, I accept all that was and will be done to me; yours to command, mine to obey, always."

Tracy approached Wendy once more and whispered in her ear, "You were once a very beautiful woman, now you will be a magnificent pony. You will remember this day as your 're-birth day.' Wendy is no longer, today is born, "Perky." Tracy then kissed "Perky" full on the lips, "You are truly mine."

"Her name and mine tattooed on her gums and lower lip first, to let her know that she now has a new name and that I am her owner. Your highness, Princess Jasmine, Tamar, I plan on keeping her forever."

"In that case, I present you with Tawnie's original collar that was placed around her neck when she was given to me as a birthday present. We had my father's crest and initials removed and your initials and crest engraved in their place. This is my gift to you, "Lady Tracy".

"Oh, princess, it's beautiful! We will cherish it always."

Perky stood before her owner as the other collar was removed and her new collar was placed around her neck, the stainless steel pin was inserted and the end peened over, locking it in place. This collar was quite snug, as it was originally made for Tawnie, but it will never come off.

His Highness spoke up next, "I suggest that you place her girth belt on her next, that way you can place her other adornments on her in any order that you see fit."

"Yes your Highness, as you suggest," said Tracy.

The belt was placed around Perky's waist. It was a stainless steel belt, the same as Tawnie's; it even had sleigh bell and rings like hers. Perky is to be adorned identically the same as Tawnie except for a few small details such as, the hair style, brand and tattoo.

Perky was strapped on the table sitting up; the blacksmith approached carrying a tattoo gun. He tattooed on her upper gum the name "Perky" and on her inner lower lip, "Property of Lady Tracy."

Wendy, now know forever as, "Perky", wept silently. She now felt that she had made the final transition into the world of bondage and slavery.

'Is this what was missing in my life? Is this what I had longed for, for so many years? Yes, this was...NO! Not was, is. This is what was missing in my life. This is what I longed for all these years, my true destiny in life. To be owned by someone who will care for me, train me, keep me safe, but also discipline me if need be.

Her belt was released and told to stand, which she did willingly. The first set of bands placed on her were her thigh bands, making sure they rested just below the crest of her ass, the ring facing back, they were locked in place using the locking pins. The next sets of bands were her wrist and upper elbow bands. These were also locked on in the same manner. Her harness was also made of stainless steel, but hers was made to be permanently locked on, never to be removed.

She was laid on the table; face up, her wrists locked to the upper set of rings, her feet locked in the stirrups and her belt locked to the edge of the table. A strap placed over her forehead and buckled in place. She could not move her head up or side-to-side.

The attendant approached "Perky" carrying a syringe filled with a milk-like substance. He grabbed her left breast and inserted the needle into her breast and injected the substance. She moaned as the liquid's burning sensation was being inserted, he did not stop until the vile was completely emptied. Taking another syringe, he proceed too inject her right breast.

"This injection will cause you to start lactating within the next few days. You will be milked daily, starting today, maybe even twice a day if necessary. After that you will be flowing quite freely."

"And now for her rings, you may start with her nose ring first," said Tracy.

Taking a thick, ultra sharp needle, the Blacksmith pierced "Perky's" septum and inserted a six-gage two-inch diameter ring in her nose. Using a pair of pliers, he closed the ring. This ring, as with all her rings, have a self locking device built in, which can only be removed by cutting with a torch.

Her nipples were then pierced. Placing the needle flat to the areola, he forced the needle through the nipple, which was followed by the eight-gage two-inch diameter ring. To this ring he attached her grouping of three sleigh bells then sealed it closed, locking it on. He proceeded to do her right nipple in the same manner.

The next set of rings to adorn her would be her nether rings. Her legs were released from the stirrups, her heels tight against her asscheeks and her knees held open. The blacksmith made six piercings, three on each lip, inserted the rings and bells and sealed the rings closed, locking them on. Using a pair of forceps, the blacksmith eased her clitoris out from its hiding place, pierced it and inserted a ring. Tracy handed him a short chain with a gold band on it. He attached the chain to the ring then closed the ring, locking it on. The gold band fit Tracy's middle finger, perfectly. On the inside was written, 'Perky' and the date of her becoming a pony. A catheter was then inserted into her urethra. Tracy inserted into 'Perky's' pussy the same type dildo that was inserted into Tawnie's pussy. Tracy took three small padlocks and personally locked 'Perky's' pussy rings. The locks resounded shut with a solid, 'click'.

Perky, is now fully ringed, her pussy plugged and locked, sealed for her mistress's private use. She was released from the table and stood in front of Tracy.

"My, how beautiful you look," commented Tracy, "But we are not finished yet; next your pretty new hooves and tail. Then you will be magnificent! Like the good pony that you are, turn around and place your hands behind your back."

Perky did as told, her wrist were then brought up and sealed in place, wrist to opposite elbow, with a self-locking link. She now had no use of her hands. She was then bent over the table, her belt again locked to the sides of the table. Her butt cheeks were spread apart and a very slick lubricant was applied both around and inside her anus. She grunted and moaned as the huge bulb end of the butt-plug was forced past her sphincter and sealed within as the muscle closed around its base. No matter how hard she tried, she could not force it out. Perky now had her tail hanging between the cheeks of her lovely ass.

The blacksmith reached down and lifted her left foot and placed it between his thighs; after checking for fit, he spread a fast acting bonding agent to the sole of her foot and the sole of the hoof, pressing it to the bottom of her foot. Within minutes it set up and could not be removed. Wrapping her ankle in leather that had been soaking in water, he stretched and shaped it into the contour of her instep and ankle. Stretched tight, he nailed it to the sole of the hoof. And with flexible Stainless cord he sewed the ends together, under her heel and behind her ankle, up to and including her calf. The only part not covered by the leather, were her toes. Finishing her left hoof he did the same to her right foot.

The bands on her ankle were also made of Stainless steel, three-inches wide, and also highly polished with intricate scrollwork. Along the tops and bottoms of each band was a series of bells, each a grouping of three, with one large ring facing inside and another facing back. The bands were locked on in the same manner as her belt, wrist bands and collar.

Perky was released from the table, she didn't realize that the hooves she would be wearing would be forever bonded to the soles of her feet, the leather incasing her ankles and calves sewed with steel cord, and the steel band incasing her ankles would never be able to come off, EVER! The shape of the hooves forced her to walk on the balls of her feet, her heels not able to touch the floor. She finally felt fulfilled. She stood with pride and joy in front of her Mistress.

Tracy clipped a leash to the ring on Perky's collar and led her around the room. Perky faltered a few times on her new hooves but quickly caught on how to maintain her balance and high-step around the room.

"Perky, this will be the last time that you will be allowed to talk. Do you understand what this means to you?"

"Yes Mistress, that 'you are' my mistress and owner and I a lowly slave yours to command."

"No Perky, you are not a lowly slave, you are a ponygirl, a highly prized ponygirl. You will be my companion, my confidant, a silent partner in life as Tawnie is to her owner."

"Thank you my mistress, your loving words bring peace to my soul and trust in my heart. Mistress I am ready to follow your orders."

"Perky, stick out your tongue!"

And she did so willingly.

The hole in the flat bar of the bit was placed into the barbell, the cap screwed on and the strap buckled and locked behind her neck. She was now and forever more silent. In he mind, in her heart and in her soul complete.

She was led out to the paddock, along with Tawnie, their leads released and allowed to frolic freely. They were soon enjoying each others company and becoming great friends. Although Tawnie and Perky still had their bit in their mouth, she and Tawnie seemed to be able to communicate.

As they played and frolicked, Tracy stood at the fence admiring her pony. She couldn't believe her luck. Only a few weeks ago she was a senior in college ready to graduate with no prospect of a job, now she owned a pony, a place to live with free room and board, and a salary of twenty-six thousand a year.

As she was deep in thought, the Sheik approached her. "Well," asked the Sheik, "I see your mind is elsewhere."

"Oh, Your Highness, I was just thinking how truly lucky I am."

"Tracy, luck has nothing to do with it, you worked for it, and you earned it. I will be leaving in a few days and as you know Jasmine will graduate in four years and return home to the island."

"Yes your Highness."

I will need a caretaker for the farm and I want you to stay on as such. The day that Jasmine graduates, your salary will be increased to fifty-thousand to help defray the additional costs. But if you wish, and see your way clear, at Jasmine's graduation, plus four years as caretaker, you my purchase the farm for the same price that I paid"

"Wa...You want me to be caretaker and...Pay me fifty-thousand a year? And the chance to purchase the farm"

"Is that not enough?"

"Oh my God, I never...I never dreamt of such things in my life. I would be honored to except your most generous offer."

"Good, Then it is settled. Let's get these ponies loaded into the trailer while I settle with the bill.