Feeding is another thing I had to get used to. It is not sitting down at a table all the time and picking up a fork and spoon. Sometimes they keep me fully in role and I have to eat from a bowl with my arms and hands restrained, as within an arm binder of some sort or wrists locked to my waist-belt rings, and so on. I am fed mostly by a groom, or by my masters with a fork or spoon, as they may wish to care for me in that way. Good food too; lots of veggies, little meat, fish and whole wheat or rice porridge, toast. I drink through a straw andthe bit is replaced right after the food. I am spoiled. Master saw to that. But sometimes when I am alone and wish to have something, there is a bowl of goodies and lemon water or vita to eat and drink. I must suck it up from the containers and drink from a special bottle myself. I am a mess after that and have to go to another bowl, a stainless sink next to the stainless bowls that are at waist height and clean up by washing and blowing bubbles and moving my head around, then I wipe off with the towel that is fixed there nearby. All is an ordeal then, but it works for those times in bondage and tether. I am on my own also; free to the chamber stall to do all the normal things myself. I enjoy this time.

Master or groom always saw to me well. I do not have to do much for myself overall. I was cared for very well. It is a total surrender of body and mind to be this way; captive and control totally dependent on another human being for one's health and safety. It is all consuming and totally different than all that I had been used to. At first it was very frightening and then difficult and humiliating to me overall to stay for a long period of time in ‘The Role’. Then, after a while, I got used to it all; I had no choice really in any case. Many times though; three out of seven days, Master freed my hands and let me to dine with him at the villa. He still kept me in chains and harnesses and locks and all, but he dressed me up some too in leather and silk for that evening or dinner or lunch or a breakfast with him. And I did my make up, eyes and shadow and lip gloss or color and nails and my body gloss. He had given me this task as he did not find a maid or groom replacement for hire in this fetish at the time. And I liked to do that for myself and for him. I learned to do the acrylic nails that I wear. There were times I was free to do all this and other times I lived totally as a Pony Girl, an animal creature and treated as one.

Now, I will see what is in store for me here at the Chateau and from my new Mistress.

We arrived back at the stable after some time out. It is a large building with many stall chambers, eight in total, four on each side of a vast passageway down the center, one sliding door on each end of it. The building is climate controlled, clean and well maintained. It is a stone structure, all wooden within. As I pull her into the stable, she stops us near the center on the hallway. Mistress continues to sit as her man comes to her and then I am unhooked from the cart and he takes me into one of the stalls. It is the stall chamber second from the doorway and marked with a gold colored ‘S’ on its door. He then leashes me to the ceiling ring above and locks my leash ring there high above in the stall chamber. I am fully able to move about the chamber from one wall to the other and to the door, but not beyond it and he locks the door behind him as he leaves me there. As I stand looking at my new stall chamber; my new home, I see many things familiar in it. This chamber is all wooden within it, all the wood is finished in a satin finish of natural light colored wood; pine possibly. All the grain shows through. It’s pretty. In the opposite wall of the sliding door, is one long horizontal window about five feet above the wooden floor. This window appears tinted and from within this chamber I can see out but, outside I don’t believe one could not see into this room. Under this window is a long carpet that runs the full width of the room which appears to be twelve feet square respectively with a high ten foot open beam ceiling. On the right wall I see many rings affixed to it and some pieces of tack gear on many pegs. Through the left wall is a door to its left side with a round portal window in the door. As I walk over to it to see inside, I see an amber night gleaming on the counter to one side that lights the room enough that I could see within it. It is water closet with a tub, a shower, a toilet and sink and a dressing counter and lined with mirrors. Great! I love this, just like home. I can preen up to the nines. I’m so happy. To the right of this door within the main chamber runs a stone counter with three stainless built-in bowls; one deep and two shallow; food bowls I presume and a wash bowl for those times. Above this counter is another mirror that takes up the entire wall there.

I see my bed and go to and sit down. It is built onto and out from, the right of the windowed wall. It is covered with a velvet emerald green fabric with a foam mattress, firm but the top surface is very cushy. I have a pillow and blankets too. Under the foam fabric cover, the under mattress pad is black rubber. I know what that is for; tie-down nights or days, play time. My hooves hit something under the bed. I move to see what it is and I see it is my trunk and one other trunk fit under my bed. Then I take them all in; many rings and straps edging my bed and head wall and at its head and foot there are more. I can imagine that I will be at sometime, fully or partially restrained down, strapped down. The bed is the size of a sheet of plywood, quite roomy. Just the thought of being restrained gets me wet and it also frightens me some.

The door slides open then and in Mistress comes, I stand up very erect as to bow the small of my back, chest very much presented and part my legs so my ankle tethers become taunt. My shackles tinkle their metallic sounds and my chain leash drags the floor. I stand still with eyes and head lowered facing her. “You like your chamber S?” I nod a few times that I very much do. She then limps over to the bed using her canes and sits down there, puts her canes to the foot of the bed and places her hands in her lap crossed and rubs her wrist.

“Today—this evening you will be shown off S. At your best now, at a party I am giving.” My eyes light up some at this news but I become a bit nervous as well. She smiles and goes on. She likes to talk to me.

“Come to me S.” I did so slowly and stood in front of her. She rose up and with her key, unlocked my arms.

“Put them to your side.” I do so and she locks a small chain to each wrist ring and then locks that chain to my belt ring, one on each side of me.

“You have freedom to reach a bit now, preen yourself, toilet and so forth. This can be given you from time to time if you are a good filly, my sweet creature. And tonight I wish you to preen, as you will be in the company of my guests. I need you to be refreshed and scented. I require this all the time in any case S. All you need is within the water closet room there. You will do your makeup and hair and all, and for all time to come when you are given the right to do so. I do require you always with eye shadow, liner, lipstick or gloss and scented. Your body is to be gloss as well for the times you will show. We don’t want you to smell and look as a barn animal now do we. As for your nails the acrylics will done very well. Other times it will be taken care of as they need by some one else, as with your gear and costume for the day that maybe required.” She told me many things then, on and on, what I should do or not do here. And that she or another Master or a groom would take care of me fully. She told me behind that mirror, I should press it and it will open to book shelves, later I could choose the books I wished to read from a catalog there. Music is piped in and controlled there on the wall. Lights go out at nine thirty.

“You will almost always be kept naked or in gear while here S, but for a few times possibly robed and when its is cold; a cape when needed. But from now on, as you are accustomed—naked in or out of harness.

Sit down S, next to me here.” She places her hand on the bed in indication and I sit there next to her, my hands to my sides on the bed, legs a bit apart and body erect, now with, head high, eyes lowered as usual. You get to know just when it is proper for head up or downcast. She places her hand on my cheek as she likes to do; I like that also. She kisses my cheek, then says, “You are so lovely, with a sweet disposition. You can put your legs together sweet one, be comfortable.” She puts her hand between my thighs just ever so teasingly and caresses me there as she speaks on.

“You have long legs and a long neck, I think a taller collar will become you more, yes I have just the one for you, and thigh bands. Your navel; I will see to it that you have a fine stone put there, a permanent one within the week.” I thought just then that I did not know the day of the month or the month for that matter. It does not matter really but would be nice to know again.

“Let me see your hands my dear. Oh—yes very fine and apt, long fingers very nice, but a thumb ring will be added to each hand, platinum ones if you please me well. Would you like?” She laughs. “You can see that we will take very good care of you here my pet. Not to worry—not to worry.” She kisses me again on the cheeks and rises up.

“Now go and freshen up, bathe and toilet and when the green light comes on, someone will come for you shortly there after. You have about two hours I should think, you have plenty of time. Oh yes I should tell you of the lights above the door. There are four as you can see; a red, a yellow, a green and blue. The red is for night time, the yellow for day and to ready your self for it. The green is to be ready and that someone is coming for you shortly. And the blue—well—that is for you to figure out if that one comes on, steady or blinks—in all due time though. Now get ready.” The yellow light came on as soon as she left and locked my chamber door shut. What a wonder this place is. The blue light has me going but I guess I’ll figure it out, I hope so. I walk over to the water closet and its door opens as I near it and when I enter into the room the door slides closed again. On the counter in a basket were all the items that I need; shampoo, rinse, lipstick, cosmetics, not in a variety of colors but all to compliment my green eyes. There is eye shadow, lipstick and so on. The only perfume or scent there is, is essential oils; plumeria and lavender, musk, with matching scented freshening body spray. There is a very large container of body gloss, and many towels that haug and were placed on shelves with paper goods. The tub and shower stall is stone.

It was so good to be on my own again for a while and have all this at my disposal for those times. I saw myself in the full length mirror and I was very pleased at the body that appeared there. I knew that I was a Striker; a real looker now, many had said so and I knew that, it does not go to my head but I felt beautiful and in the mirror I always saw this in me. Sometimes it was difficult to be attractive, I know girls that were pretty, others that are not and could not understand why it was difficult for the pretty ones. But there are times the pretty girls are put down too or put off, or not asked out for their beauty or just looked at, gawked and untouchable, not approached. I seemed to have handled that all. I saw myself as pretty, but now, like this, like I am now, is still a wonder to me—probably it will always be so. I really look stunning. I am lot bolder now than ever before, yet meek and shy in so many ways naturally still. I like that; it is me. I have seen women in bondage gear and in pony gear, made up well, costumed and sexy, that were naturally plain women, but in their gear and naked, no matter their size, they all looked very feminine and sexy, very alluring and erotic. That is one motivation why women love it and their Doms and Dommes’ do as well. But the control is the thing, in the mind as well as body.

Within the time, I was ready and sat down and then laid down, just for a bit and waited until the green light glowed. My legs were tired a bit from her driving me around the grounds. The shower was wonderful. I could even take my collar and belt and arm gauntlet leathers off myself, for she unlocked them before she departed. I am completely naked now; I don’t know just what she has in mind for me but I will choose the harness and bit and all that I will wear this evening; the most appealing of them all and very tight. But I do like to be harnessed by others and handled and in their complete control. I am most of the time.

Green light. I stood in the middle of the room, legs apart, still hobbled and wrist locked and placed my arms to fold in the small of my back, head lowered and within a few moments the door slid open. A man walked in that I have never seen. He was tall and thin built with longish gray hair and a pleasant face; rather handsome I thought. He was in black evening wear, long coat, silk I think, a mock neck white shirt, no tie but a ruby stick pin there and matching buttons; very Euro. He does not move, his eyes take mine as I raise them a bit to really see him, yet they are down cased, coy one could say, I was. You need to be coy sometimes. To have a person dressed and me naked is always a thrill to me; a real heart pounder and mental deal. I feel so exposed, vulnerable in mind as well as body. That’s the thrill of this all and I love it, yet it is difficult at times to deal with it still. Humbles you and into submission.

“Nature be praised, my God girl—I—did not know of you—not—not like—that. Are you for real?” He walks around me several rounds, smelled me, nuzzles my neck and arm, then ran his hands over and through my tail hair and was back there for quite a while before he came to front me and stood back a few paces to take in my hooves and then working his eyes up the whole of me, and my ears. He smelled nice.

“Well pony girl, you are a wonder, my God you’re a beauty, not to get a big head now, but you are. S, your initial there, in the horse-shoe, yes was told to come for S, besides it’s on your door too, you know to find you and-----.” He was rambling on, and on nervously, and taken aback in a bit too from the sight of me; this creature that now stood before his eyes brazen, breasts proudly presented and ringed. I though, it was cute of him; his reaction. I could tell he was in his fifties possible, but very young in overall person and of heart. He went on with his ramblings for a bit, I enjoyed his words. He made me laugh; laugh—yes—it’s been awhile. Having this bit in my mouth made him smile and chuckle when I giggled.

“Well, I’ll unlock your leash up there and we can walk together to the house. I’ll just clip these two ends of my leash to your nipple rings if I may and then up through your bridle rings there, that’s it, there we go. Oh, this collar I was to place on you. Here, off comes that one, crane your neck some, that’s good, there you go.” I heard the click of a lock. I saw in the mirror that it was taller; I felt it too, a comfortable collar though and it V’ed down the front with a large ring and one each side. He clipped his leash there.

“And these are from me.” He brought forth a pair of little bells and clipped them on to each of my nipple rings.

“Come now filly.” He pulled my leash and we walked into the hallway. He slid my chamber door closed and locked it.

“Say, you do walk nicely with high stepping, you’re trained very well S.” He had my rein leash in his hand and I followed close to him but a bit behind him; I did not know just where to go or that he wished me to go. But I know when and how to follow or be led when the command is rightly given.

“Come up to my side.” He motioned with his hand pointing down as to heal. “High steps now, that’s right.” He pulled my reins to stop me as I got ahead of him. I slowed to match his steps then which were long ones. I enjoyed keeping up with him and being led so firmly that I was getting wet from it and the pulling on my leash and felt the little chains to my nipples and so naked with him going to see people at a party like this, and with no gear or leather on; just me; naked S in the evenings dimming light. Funny thing, all that I could think of was: NAKED, and proud of it. All I was wearing were my rings; ears and nipples, sex and nose rings that marked me so kept. But I took the liberty to put on my cowl and a lot of body gloss; I shined, I felt very sexy with it on, so free, so NAKED.

We turned down a path and up one more through trees and vast flower beds; gardens that seemed to go on and on, around a maze and under several ivy covered trellises. All the way the sounds of my bells and cuff rings, and chain could be heard. I love my sounds. Then the house came into view ahead, through its windows amber light glowed from within. I saw not a soul as yet.

He stopped me, pulled back on my leash and kissed me on my shoulder, then the side of my left breast, I shuddered as this man took a liberty there, I enjoyed that though; to be kissed so, and so tenderly. He lingered and took in my scent, long and with closed eyes. Who was this man, my new groom, a friend of my Mistress or husband or lover, employee or a Master to me?

Within a minute we walked up a flight of a dozen broad steps. He opened the door and I stepped in before him as he prodded me to do with several quick jerks to my leash. He then reined me to walk straight ahead down the long hall as he followed to present me. It was all up to me now at his guiding to be my best. He whispered in my ear; “Give them your best, that high stepping and use those sexy hip movements of yours.” Another kiss to the shoulder was received. “Except for your Mistress, no one here has ever seen anyone like you.” I got myself together that very moment as he gave a toss of the reins and I was off again with his man behind me by a few feet; perhaps six then. “It's me every one!” I said to myself. I high-stepped clumping and strutting into the grand hall as if down a runway on show. I was on show. The room was long and I had to keep walking around it as he reined for me to do so. “All the people.” She said a few, but there must have been thirty or more. “All the people!” I was in control yet being controlled. This is what I love to do the most; show off my stuff; and my body and skill. This is my life and they all knew it. Their eyes wide open, at this jaw dropping filly , this real Pony Girl. And on my second pass around the large room, he reined me to prance. My speed was to a trot and all that could be heard were my hooves and bells throughout the room. I did wish that he had placed little bells on the sex rings as well. I so wanted to really show them my best, do my best, shock them all, this night. Little did I know as yet then, that I really did that. I didn’t need to be all in harness, just my basic self this time was enough. I heard them say; “Look at her feet; they are real hooves, the ears and her hair too, just look.” Others queried if this could be done for real. They all started to applaud.

I was halted in the middle of the hall. I then stood with leg apart to my chain tether and in my normal stance or standing pose; arm to my back side folded. I was breathing heavily and to add to my body gloss, was a bit of body moisture as well from going around the room. My scent waft up to my nostrils. I spend a lot of time out of doors so I’m tan, but the gloss really showed my color off well. Standing there I again realized my entity more fully. I looked into my future and imagined all sorts of things and then came back to the now of this all, and I felt very complete and proud yet humbled.

I noticed that a woman had a Bindi mark on her forehead. I thought that I would like a mark there too; a red small heart shape for me.

I saw the gentleman that brought me in and Mistress together and both smiling at me; pleased, I could tell, or least I’d hope so. I heard him say to Mistress: “She is even more statuesque than I imaged from your description. And her high and long auburn mane down her back. The tail—its real—too? She is a very sexy filly; ringed, bitted and naked. But I think that she will be even more stunning when she is in full in harness.”

Others, I overheard saying that I was quite a vision; a creature beyond belief. This all added to my night there and my reaction to all of them and of course in the way that I behaved. Most of the people came closer and were milling about me in circular fashion. I kept my head lowered, it was difficult to stand there and be looked at like that in all. This went on for a long time and I just had to stand there as I was, quietly, until I was led off by my Evening Master; the gentleman that brought me in, what seemed to be my Master of the night. He led me over one of many tall marble pillars and began to attach my chain leash to a ring there. Then with fluid motion he pulled down on my leash, I knelt down to the floor and sat down, legs to my side. He then clipped my ankle rings together and to the pillar base. Next taking my lead reins that were still clipped to my nipple rings he dropped that to the tile floor beside me and discreetly leaned into me and ran his hand between legs to touch my sex. I was wet from him doing so and it was easy for him to enter me with a finger. In moments I was in delight and came. Kissing me on the cheek taking in all that he could of my scent he drew back and out of me. Such attention I got in such a little time by him; I was pleased. I knew people were looking at us but I was shameless. Then, when he took out his handkerchief and wiped in over my skin between my breasts, I drew in a breath again as I did when he entered me. He wanted a memento just for himself for later. I thought this was a good sign, that he wanted me very much. I felt safe and good in his presence. I would love to frolic in the meadow for him and then frolic with him sometime.

I was left there. All the others had left the room, possibly a dinner. It was then after some time sitting there that I heard footfalls entering the room; clomps of hard shoes. I looked about the room and over to the double door entry and saw five Pony Girls being led in by there Masters and Mistresses. A few of the girls wore high-heeled platform shoes and two with pony-boot hoofed leather leggings as I used to wear. All were in harness and reins, plumes and in various gear costumes and hair styles.

One girl was fighting it all some; she was very new I though, perhaps a new pony girl and captive under some duress. She obviously did not wish to be there and certainly not harnessed as she was. She tugged and thrashed and pulled at her reins and Master. She moaned loudly from behind her bit, tossed her head as much as the collar permitted and drooled down her sweet little chin onto her high collar and bare chest. She was brought over to me to pass by and her eyes got very big from the sight of me; a real Pony Girl. She had never seen my like. She was allowed to stop and take a long look at me for a moment and then led off to the pillar across from me. There were six such pillars in this grand hall. And all the girls were now being attached to them by their collar rings and ankles clipped to the base ring of that pillar. All but the little struggling filly, had nipple rings and their reins were clipped there and dangled to the floor. Their arms were in full arm binders strapped to their back side harnesses but one; her wrists were locked to her waist band, which was metal, and appeared to be welded on her as did all her cuffs and collar. She was in full small metal chain, not leather, that attached her restraints to her legs and ankles and wrists and all. Each cuff or band she wore had many rings to them. She seemed very proud, yet very docile and totally controlled by her Master that now stood by her with his hand in his pockets casually.

I was the first to be freed from the pillars as soon as all the girls were attached. The guests slowly entered and took to mill about us. The thrashing pony girl had calmed down some by then with a crop taken to her bottom and a few tender gestures elsewhere by her Master, but she was breathing heavily; chest rose and fell and I saw a few tears. Poor thing, if she only knew that this all can be so much fun and delights can be had. I wondered just why her Master had brought her, as she was clearly not ready for this. Or I thought perhaps she was acting out the part of a captured pony not as yet broken and trained. Now that was a thought; yes—of course—maybe is the way she is and likes to be; her space and for her Master. Her Master certainly cares for her from his manner. But I could be wrong; she could be new. Hummm—maybe I will find out. She is just so cute in her purple traps and wide tummy belt. It looked like the one I have, we would make a good pair if paired up I thought, but she would have to trained better or at least calm.

Mistress was sitting down and enjoying her party with a drink in her hands. She motioned for me to come to her and called my name once. I high step strutted over to her and took to stand beside her right. When my Evening Master freed me from the pillar, he locked my arms back in fold again, this brazens my chest proudly and Mistress liked that, I could tell, not having my arms free. She liked the captive stances I could really tell. One by one each Master and Mistress brought forth their charge Pony to pass in front of Mistress and Master and myself. Each stood for a time so that they could inspect each and every one and enjoy them. Each Pony Girl showed off their high-step and turned and walked around as their rein Master led them to do. Each one I could tell was a permanent kept Pony Girl, owned, controlled and trained.

They were all presented but the little new filly in purple. She stood bound to that pillar and still more tears were flowing. Perhaps crying and her knees were weak as I could tell.

Much ado and conversation added to the evening's festivities; showing off their Ponies and mingling around with one another. Much attention was put in Mistress and my company. The evening was fun and I got to show my stuff with many Masters and Mistresses that led me. I did everything they wished but they were all cautious and discreet with me. I got chocolate candy treats, and sips of cool lemon water in my special bottle with its straw. With my bit and tongue spoon in, I required that when it is on me. I was trained so. My Parent Masters insisted that I have decorum and a high status. I am glad that Mistress was informed of my care specifications.

Shortly after, I was led back to the chamber stall and let free to be about the place. They had even hung two paintings in it of the grounds here. I have not seen these places as of yet. But they are beautiful places. I went over to my counter bowls. With my bit off, with hands chain tethered to my belt rings I could feed easily. Tonight was a rice and vegetable dish and of course my fixed lemon water dispenser and I found a hot tea dispenser there also. It was ginger lemon tea that I liked. I washed off my face from grazing the rice dish from the bowl. And I sat down and leaned back against the pillows on the bed and started to drift off when the door slid open. The green light did not come on; it was an impromptu visit. There stood, in leash, the little filly in purple and her Master and my Evening Master. I need to find out just who this man was to Mistress or to me for that mater at some point. I let out a wanting moan for him and cued in delight to see him again. He noticed my intentions.

“You see my pet, she is for real and you will spend the night with her here in her stall. You can learn from S and you will be left here for the night.” He locked her to my ceiling ring with a long chain, as I. She was restrained in all her gear but he removed her bit and quickly replaced it with a leather lower face and chin cup with a large gag pear that was push into her mouth and they locked the harness muzzle on her. She fought its placement but gave in with a sigh and whimpers of submission. As soon as it was on her she began to moan and descended to the floor over on the carpet and sat there with legs aside her and arms in her back sleeve binder. Her harness was a multi-purpose leather strapped standard body harness and wide belt but with three straps to a crotch band and three hip straps. She wore upper leg cuffs, below the knee cuffs and ankle cuffs with a high posture collar to match. Her ankle cuffs were locked together. She wore no rings on her breasts or nose, just circular ear rings. Her blond hair was long and full. She was bound as not to free herself in anyway of course.

“You take company tonight here together. I trust you know your place Terry, S will be good company.” Her Master turned to my Evening Master, they whispered, something I could not hear.