Evening Master came over to me and did a few things, like kiss me full and long, whisper in my ear telling me to talk to her some and calm her and tell her about your self. While he took attention with me Her Master rose Terry and took her into the water closet. As they were in there, no doubt refreshing her for the long night, Evening Master kissed me and sat me down to have a pet-and-feel. I liked this man touching me a great deal. I need the attention, craving attention constantly. I am constantly horny it seem these days. It did not take long and from just touching me, he had me again; I came, I shuttered and moaned out; Oh--Mmm—Master?.

“I like that voice of yours, that tone. Put your hands on my chest, feel my heart?” He said. “I feel yours and it is strong.” His fingers were in me still and now his lips on mine over the bit and the other hand on my breast. God that feels so delicious.

“You take care and rest later, talk a bit to her S, it will be good to. You have permission.” He called for the other gentleman and soon they both came out and he sat her down on the carpet once more and kiss her cheeks and then both Masters left the chamber stall. The door bolted and then a lock click was heard and filly Terry took a start and squirmed and sighed out. She seemed agitated. I went to her and sat down beside her, but facing her. She looked immediately and most modestly, to my nose and then my nipples and then to my hooves and back up to my pointed ears.

‘Umm’ is all she sounded out several times. Then I could see tears building and she cried and I nuzzled to her and held her, rocking her as I could with my body and telling her that she is just fine and that her Master really cares for her as I could see or he would not have put you here with me. I told her she could be in a stall by here self and alone.

She sniveled back her tears and moan. I loved her moans and she was very petty and smelled good. I looked her over and nuzzled up in various places and taste her a bit and feel her hair and skin. She pulled back, obviously was not used to this or me, but she seemed to like my attention really but found my mannerisms strange. I touched her sweet breasts and then held them and moved down to place both my hands on her legs until my wrist chain came taunt.

“I am S. You have never seen anyone like me before. I like you; you can feel at ease here with me, safe and I will take care of you tonight, be with you. I live here now for a time that I don’t know its duration, but it is a nice place. I have come a long ways to be like this you see and to be here. I do not talk much and I see you can not, so I will try and tell you of my story in a nutshell.” I told her of my alteration and that wished it to be done and love who I am now.

“You see—I began as you.” I said. “At first I resisted some to a lot of the gear placed on me and always in bondage and my treatment from others sometimes too. The whippings and floggings were for the most part to teach me strength, control, obedience and perseverance and submissiveness. There was and still is pain involved at times. But there is a lot of contentment and satisfaction that can be had as well. Soon, I loved the feel of leather and straps and gags and a bit in my mouth like I have and high heels and then learned the pony-boots and hoofed leggings and so on.” I spoke as well as could with a bit in my mouth. You can talk with one fairly well if you try, if you are given the permission. “If you have a kind Master or Mistress that really cares for you, it is all worth it. You will have freedom of the mind but not so much of body, but the feeling of being controlled so, is delightful for me, and many others I know of feel the same.

“At first that I saw you I had thought you were new and newly captive. Then as I watched you more it seemed that you were acting your roll as an unbroken filly and that was your roll or what you or your Master wanted you to be. But I think you are unbroken and new to bondage and pony play at least. Am I right?”

She nodded yes and blinked her blue eyes.

“Since you can not speak now, I will ask more. And you will tell me with nods. Do you like the way bondage restraints feel sometime and you can not help yourself with it delights being captive and you feel the abandon from it, get turned on at times?” A hesitant nod of yes came again from her.

“Are you afraid a lot of what could happen to you when you are bound?” A nod yes.

“But you wish to get away too. Don’t you. But you can not. And that is what keeps you coming back is this right?” She gave a yes again.

“You like the mind play?” Yes she nodded and shrugged a shoulder.

“Tell me this; if you could get away, would you?” She gave a yes again with hesitations and then a nod as to indicate a No.

“ If you did get away, would you come back to him?” She nodded again. She was so cute that I just had to nuzzle up to her. She put her head on my shoulder. I pulled back in a bit and asked her more.

“You like this man then. So, since you do, does it embarrass you to be seen by others and shown off for him?” She gave a yes once more.

“You need not be really, but I know it is natural but after all he cares for you and likes to show you and be proud that he has you. Does he whip you but not beat you?” She said Um-Um.

“Good then he cares for you. Do you like to be fighting the reins and restraints as you did this evening, I mean, a wild thing—and like that roll? A no and a yes came evident; she was not sure.

“Do you want to be trained in other ways like a pony girl that I think your Master would like and wear all the neat gear and look this beautiful as you are and special to him, be confident and learn your place and be love by a Master?” She thought for the longest time, shrugged, thought again tossed her head indifferently neither a yes or no.

“ Then you would like that, but you are uncertain and perhaps scared, frightened by this life and afraid that you may loose your self in it. That is natural, it was for me.” She nodded yes. “But you do enjoy it?”

“Tell me, would it be a part time thing only, just a part time play? Or would you consider the option to be kept—owned at some point. Option open to it, or play?” She indicated the latter; Play. Then she sounded a Umm-Umm . “You mean that you would consider the option with a Master of yours to be kept as his and do all he wished you to do and be in time?” She said yes to that reluctantly.

“You know it will be hard at times, but very thrilling too. Lots of play and sex—I just love to come—you too?” She gave many nods at that one. She had the cutest little over bite I noticed when her bit came off before she was gagged and even now her mouth.

“I have a muzzle like that one, it fills my mouth and I can not talk at all. I drool too sometimes like you are from it, that is natural. I love the way the leather and rubber feels and its smell. I love that way I get when it’s put in my mouth and locked on me. I get wet the moment when it is put into my mouth and locked it on so I can not remove it, and I must wear it. I have absolute no speech or control over it then. I love to be bound and loose control; that I can not remove my restraints and get loose, and I have to wait to be freed of them. And that I have to rely on another person for my care or plight and freedom. I love the unexpected.” I talked to her more and I felt sleepy.

“We should sleep now. Can you sleep with your muzzle on, have you before?” She nodded a No. “You can, T—you can. I am here for you.” I kissed her forehead and laid her on her side and covered her with a blanket. When I went to lie down on my bed and did so, within a few minute she was restless and moaned. I loved her moans. I went over to her and lay down beside her then; cuddled to her. Her moans faded away and we both drifted off to sleep, me in my chains and her in her harness all locked and restrained. I never had a little friend like her and all bound up next to me. I felt it difficult to sleep at first; I wanted to feel her, play with her, kiss her and make her come, she was so pretty and sweet. Something got into me then with her. She smelled like cinnamon. I looked at her feet with those painted toes in pink, I remember my toes. I miss them sometimes but I do love my hooves so. I am much stronger than when I had human feet. They do not get tiered or sore.

She was sleeping now, I caressed her to sleep but I woke up finding that I just had to nuzzle my face on her nipples and finger my way into her, it was difficult to slid my hand beneath her groin strap but I managed it. I waited for her objection. It did not come. And in a few moments I got her moaning in her sleep. Her eyes finally opened to find me at her breast and at the same time fingering her crazy, until I knew that she was on the edge. She moaned, whimpered and coed and her orgasm came fully. Shuttered and quivered and screamed out from her muzzle gag and quivered. I could tell she had never done this before with a female, me too for that matter. I could help myself. But she seemed to like it very much. Of course she had no choice really. And I thought that that too embellished my touching her. But it would not have, if she did not wish it. I whispered to her; “You see—you can have much pleasure from pain and plight T.” I put my arm on her tummy and we fell asleep.

Morning came and I helped her to toilet. I did not mind taking care of her. I gave her some water through my straw bottle, that was a chore; the gag fit so very well but we managed to get some down. So we sat and I rubber her shoulders and legs. She kept looking at my nipple rings.

“ Would you like these of your own, it was not so bad, I had them done and there was no pain really, I had a local, they were sore after that and had to keep very them clean and rotate them just like you did with your ear piercing. I love the way they feel and the feeling brazen, yes?” She indicated she may.

We rested until and green light came on. Shortly, Evening Master and Mistress and T’s Master came into the stall chamber, and T was taken away and I was sat down. Mistress said that I was to tell her about Terry, what I learned and what I said to her. I told them all that was said, that I remembered and the way that T felt. This was strange to speak to them, or to speak at all after so long. Last night got me going. Though I was reserve with my words, and I did not carry on. They told me that Terry would be staying here at the Château for a time, her Master wished it and that I would be a key part in her training. I was most happy at that prospect of knowing her and being with my friend T.

After our conversation, I was face muzzled with a leather panel that had a rubber bit and pear shaped gag behind it, then fully harnessed and tethered and back arm bound in my black leather gauntlets and given a new sculpted leather collar that was high in the front and back sides curving down on each side it craned my head as far as it would go and I could turn it very much, it had gold piping on its upper and lower edges. Then my leather tummy chest plate and full body harness adjusted and many straps were then put around each leg, three on the upped legs, three on the lower legs. I still had the ankle cuffs on. They tightened my crutch strap after she lubed up a large dildo and push that in me and up my sex. It made me wet again and I could still feel my rings dangling on each side of the strap that parted them. The new belt, with platinum trim, all in black leather and polished with platinum edges and rivets and rings that covered my tummy up to my under the breasts looked nice and felt like a corset, the straps were tightened . My nipples and nose ring were replaced with platinum ones. Master just cut them off me and place the new ones on. The nipple rings were larger than my others had been, the nose ring was also larger. I stood against the wall while they did this to me. At the anticipation of the coming changes, again I was wet and heated. They replaced both my ear rings the same size and metal as well. My breathing was deeper and I knew why. Then he took the ball and socket ends, with pliers and crimped them on permanently together with a dab of epoxy in their sockets. She gave him a pretty stone in his hand; it was a ruby. He placed it in my navel for a fit and then took it out again and within a minute or two of waiting I had a ruby in my navel that fitted a stud and ball. I had been pierced there before and they took the ring out. The ruby had two studded ends that pierced through my skin holding the ruby in the center of my bell button. The balled ends held it perfectly to me. I winst and moaned from a slight painfulness as the new studs were larger.

My cowl was gold so they replaced in with a platinum colored cowl. For the rest of that day I rested there and listed to music that came into my chamber; new age stuff that was very nice. And to pass the time during the day an audio book was aired about a love story set back in the eight century and very well recited. Then more music came on and I drifted off to sleep. Twice during the day Master came in to take me to toilet and feed me. Each time I was re-muzzle-gagged. I was bound well at night to the bed. Evening Master played with my restrained body there. I could move little. He drove my crazy sometimes.

The next few days were much of the same idleness and pleasure. But on the third day Mistress came to me and preened me up and body glossed all of me. Put lip balm on my lips, replace the muzzle and strapped it very firmly to me, the rubber bit fit well with that new pear gag and spoon thing, I was not used to that piece. She locked it on, and checked my acrylic nails and combed my hair and gave a little moose on top. My muzzle now also was appointed with rein rings on each side and this muzzle cupped my entire chine, under and around and up to my cheeks coming just under my nose. And there on it upper portion that covered my mouth there was a little attachment that my nose ring was to run through and this little fitting snapped open and then around the ring and closed to hold it there fixed. Then she ran a little chain through that and ran each end of the chain through both my ear ring loops to then come down and clip to my collar. Then she took one more chain like the other and it clipped to same collar rings and then to my surprise she clipped each end of that chain to each of my nipple rings with a little bell to each. This way, each time I would raise my head or turn it, my breasts rings could lift and I would be fully aware of this feature and my captivity by her. My ankles were not tethered so I could walk with high-step but when I was halted and to not move she had them tethered. The lock she clipped to my belt for when they were required. I wondered just why I was given this muzzle and not my regular bit and harness so my lips and mouth would show and not be so severe or mute. But I liked the feel of it; I got excited from it, my whole mouth and lips and all behind it got very wet with saliva and I liked its taste and smell and my captivity it forced upon me wearing this. For some reason—well—the erotic feeling of my abandon; I just loved my plight.

After all that, which took a while to do, they led me out into the hallway of the stable and made me stand there and I was flogged with a soft leather multi cat of nine-tails until my bottom was on fire. I had to take it standing with a chain that hung down from the ceiling beam and fastened to my wrist lock behind me pulling my arms upward so I bent forward so as to present my ass well for the flogger. My knees went a bit limp at the end but it was quite a wake up call to serve and know my place here and not to take advantage of my status or become too proud and fat in the head. During this time a few men and women were looking on and I saw T here too, with her Master. I felt good that she saw me so geared up and to see me being flogged and take it well. I moaned and cooed as I always do and I fixed my eyes of hers the whole time for she was down the hall by the doorway, bound as she was the last time that I saw her, but this time she was in pony-boot leggings with hooves. She was near tall as me now and she really looked great; sexy as she could be. And she had rings on her muzzle as I did with reins. Her Master held her arm binder to hold her there with him. I saw once that he kissed her cheek and cupped her breast and ran his hands down her belly, and she responded well to his touch but each time I received the lash, she flinched and eyes closed some. She felt my plight. I wondered if she could take it or wished to like me. Was she scared?

I was then led off down the hallway and into a room at the end. The stall was twice the size of my own stall, all wooden and stark. It appeared to be a training room. Many rings were fastened all around the walls and to the high ceiling, the larger swivel ring on and arm. It was a training round. They left me there and then T was brought in. The door was closed. We waited standing there together and T was breathing heavily. She kept looking at me for comfort and nerve. I paced around and showed her how to prance and high step. She followed along and did fairly well. We both were tethered to the ceiling ring then; when one moved the other moved. I noticed that Masters’ and Mistress were looking on through the window from the hallway. So I gave it my all and we circled the room many, many times. T faltered and almost fell twice but not. I was proud of her. T was two or so inch shorter than I at the head, of course my mane is proudly higher, but we matched very well and I felt I had a good buddy here. Her pony legs were of the best workmanship and fit her well, she really looked good in them. Her Master had also put a butt plug tail up her and it matched her blond hair. I wondered just how she took all that these last few days here. I also knew that she had no choice being bound and harnessed, as her Master did that to her. She most likely had tears and fought it being done to her some too, but took it, perhaps in her mind liked it though .

We practiced until I could see that she was getting pooped. And then her Master came in quickly, and went to T and got going and swatted her butt four times very hard and then kiss her face and shoulders.

“Practice my Pet, take it easy, but you need to practice with S, she will teach you. In a while we will go out side for a romp around the grounds, it a beautiful out there.”

Both of us had our muzzles replaced with bit and harness and we were then led out onto the grounds and each hitched up to a cart. I was reined to show T just how all this works and the manner to act and be guided; although T had to find out for herself just how her Master wished that she should move and how fast or halt and so on. This is an art in its self for a Pony Girl to understand all the reins guide and commands. It is not an easy task to learn that, and T would find it very frustrating at best at first. But with me as an example, T may learn her roll faster. I was hitched at the waste with the buggy hitch to my belt and secured there. I high stepped in place clumping down and whinny with a gruff and snorts and sighs as I do always and gave them a show as if I was very ready and anxious to go; for I was. I love to pull a sulky with a rider in the open air out of doors and let nature take me in her fold.

Soon T was mimicking my every move and I think she liked this some but she also appeared to be fighting the restraints and the weight of her Master as she was led off next to me, Mistress was driving me and I knew that she was enjoying having a well trained Pony Girl pull her around the grounds. As the trail began to taper into a broad path; I led the way with T and Master following us. The pathway was hard packed ground and the going was great and soon we out in the open on a savanna that looked as if it could go on for ever; the property must be scores of acres of woods, meadows and low hills and open ground. The sky was blue with a few billowy clouds and the sun was hot on my skin and I smelled the sun’s scent on my warming body rising up. I’m a tan creature, from out door activities, and Mistress will take care of me no doubt. T is not so tan, I could smell sunscreen lotion on her.

I pranced high and then thrashed my head downward and slowed and tossed my tail. Mistress seemed a bit confused and cracked her whip and reined me onward but when I did it again and made my sound ;Pee, she stopped me. I parted my legs and released the hot stream on the ground. T and Master were next to us then as they pulled up to see the problem—no problem—I just had to go, but T’s eyes got very large at me.

“Um—Hum” I sounded out to her. She moved her head; No! I grinned and shuck my lower half.

Mistress gave a toss and we were off again this time on a trot, way ahead of T. I lost sight of her on a turn and just had a lot of fun out there. I was in my element. So was Mistress I think for she kept me going.