She received a letter on the 24th June, it was not as though she wasn’t expecting it but it still came as a shock.

3 months ago she was warned by a gypsy to expect the letter on the 24th and that she was to act upon the contents.

Jasmine McIlroy trembled slightly as she slit open the envelope. The details were clear and concise. She was to make arrangements to sign over the lease on her apartment, close her bank account, dispose of her car and give notice to her employer. Once all that had been accomplished she was to telephone the number in the letter when she would be given further instructions.

Two apprehensive weeks later Jasmine telephoned and was given further instructions. She was to arrive at 22 Milligan Place on the outskirts of town at 10 o’clock precisely. She was to wear coat and shoes but nothing else, she was to catch a number 601 bus to the cemetery and walk the mile from there. She was to take just enough money for the single fare, £1.20.

On the morning of her appointment Jasmine showered and removed the fine down of her pubic hair with depilatory cream and with her stomach doing cartwheels and her legs feeling that they didn’t belong to her made her way to the bus stop.

Jasmine was so nervous and tense that the driver had to ask her twice where she wanted to go. All through the 20-minute trip Jasmine was wondering whether she should get off and go back until she remembered she had nothing to go back to. She had burnt her bridges and would have to see it through, whatever it was.

It was at this point that she realised that she didn’t even know what she had let herself in for. She realised for the first time that she had been so taken in by the gypsy that she hadn’t really thought any of this through and now it was too late.

The bus reached the cemetery stop at 9.30 so she had plenty of time to walk the distance to her rendezvous. She arrived at the bottom of the drive with 5 minutes to spare and waited until the first chime of the church clock struck and rang the doorbell.

Before Jasmine could change her mind the door was opened and a tall, dark and very handsome man appeared. Jasmine was ordered to take off her coat and shoes. Once this was done a collar with a leash attached was put around her neck. Jasmine was led through the house to the back and taken outside to a cobbled courtyard. At the far end of the courtyard was a wooden door, which they went through.

Jasmine was taken into a barn-like structure, all round the walls hung leather straps, horseshoes and other paraphernalia associated with horses. At one end was a bench, which June was required to lie back on while her hoof boots were fitted. Then she was made to test them by walking around the barn.

Next came a girth strap around her waist to which her wrists were fastened. At the same time she was fitted with a bridle and bit. The bridle went round her head and under her chin; two ‘O’ rings fell neatly either side of her mouth to cater for the bit. At the top of the bridle was a plume. Last to be inserted, into her anus, was the tail.

Jasmine was set to work walking round and round the barn on a lunge making sure that her legs were raised with each step. Only when her master was completely satisfied was she taken outside for further training. This included trotting cantering and galloping while being harnessed to a sulky. The training took weeks and each evening she was taken back to the barn where she was tethered to the wall by a length of chain. All this time she had been ordered not to speak but to communicate with whinnying sounds, which her master seemed to understand.

As the weeks went by she was taught many skills one of them being how to present her body for inspection; stand up straight and tall force her breasts out and look slightly above eye level. Her master brought several people, both male and female to inspect her. Each one of them without exception petted and fondled her, and each one of them was taken for a tour of the facilities by June.

Finally, after many months of training she was loaded onto a lorry and driven many miles, she had no idea as to how many, off loaded and led into a small room where a number of other females were kept. All the females were harnessed in similar fashion to Jasmine.

One by one they were led out of the room never to come back. Soon it was Jasmine’s turn. She was led into another room, this time considerably larger than the first. In it were a number of men and women sitting in a semi circle. To the front of this semi circle, on a raised plinth, was a man. As soon Jasmine had been tethered to a post set in the floor the man said; lot 12 ladies and gentlemen.

‘As you can see, she is a fine specimen, she stands 14 hands high and has been trained by Master Stephen’. There was a buzz around the room; Master Stephen was well known and respected as a trainer. This one should fetch a pretty penny.

The auctioneer opened the bidding at £30,000 and this quickly rose to £75,000. It struggled a bit but eventually reached £120,000. It was then that the enormity of the situation came to Jasmine and yet somehow, she felt a great calm. It was as though her destiny had been fulfilled, when she became a ponygirl.