I thought of all the times like this day with Master Jonathon. He took me many places around their grounds and off their property too for outings. I remember that before my change when I was a weekend Pony, that I wished so much that I could live this all the time; for real though I had some trepidations of it. I mostly wanted to be what I am now, so much so that it made me brazen, take chances and go crazy with the wanting of it. I had several times asked Master to harness me in all the gear he had available, and that I wished that he had. He geared me up and took me to play; indoors and outdoors, taking him for buggy rides learning the ways. He bound me up at night, or when I was to be idle or was too feisty. I had told him that I wished to be totally a captive for him and always in his or someone's control. Master understood me. He gave me a stall and made me sleep there for a several nights after being out or practicing or in the plights he imposed on me. I totally got into it.

He whipped me. He flogged me to ready me and that I should come to know this. And once when I did not show up on time, and I was very late coming to him, during the flogging, I passed out from the pain. That was hard.

He was good at it, not to leave permanent marks, but it took a while to clear away that time that I passed out. That day he spent with me was a wonderful bonding time for both of us. I cried and whimpered for hours. He loving me like he did that day and calming me, talking to me in his arms was wonderful. After that day I could not get enough of being controlled, in bondage and especially in harness pony gear. I just wanted to drop out of the normal world and be this female pony creature forever, taken care of and given to please others, and myself. But when I was told that it all could come true. the reality really hit hard. I couldn’t believe my human ears. I had a big decision to make; I jumped at it, not without taking time to weigh this all out though. For the rest of my life I would have to go stealthily in public, only on Halloween or when going to a costume party; use that excuse for the outings in public. I could never wear people-shoes again, work at a career, and so on. But all that was overshadowed by becoming a new female creature and a kept one, naked and harnessed, with its many delights to come my way. No taxes to pay, no job. I could drive a car though, with these legs. Swim too, with fins on. I have swim fins in my wooden trunk, I wondered if Mistress has a pond? A respectable château must have a pond.

Images of me in the mirror in full beautiful black leather harness and bit and tail and mane. Me being controlled indoors and out in the wild, in nature. Being proud of who I am. Being sought after by others, looked upon, being so erotic and sexy that others wanted to have me. But all the time Mastered, owned by a caring soul that kept me safe and loved me. After all my piercing—well—the rings really made me feel sexy, brazen and they heightened my sense of femininity.

But being female and in this way also brings a danger; for males can be intense, cruel at times. I just hoped that I would not fall into those hands or that whip. But the price they say I am worth governs my care. You would not wish to damage you prized filly.

“S—get up girl, there you go my filly. She's daydreaming again Randy.” Master Randy helped me up, that was his name, I heard Mistress speak it. T was already standing and hitched. We drove on and turned down a road that led back to the stable. It is a grand building really, being of stone and heavy timbers, a sound structure with trees around it. One door lead to the Château, with the other out onto the grounds. To the right of the grounds door, there is a track and to the left, several training posts and the tether-go-round apparatus. Straight ahead is a road to various paths and trails that we passed today. And I thought that I heard a car off to the left of the second road.

T and I were unhitched and showered down, preened and put into stall chambers. There was a door in the water closet's far end I had noticed before and it was now open into another stall. T was sitting on her bed there naked and Master Randy was putting on a clean evening harness on her, and her bit. She fought at it being replaced but then she settled into it as she chomped down on the rubber and looked at herself in her mirror. I could tell he liked her and she that she him from the way he touched her. She spoke to him and he gave her a swat but listened to her words. I could not fully make them out, other than: “I love you, don’t leave me here alone.” then, “You were such a good girl Terry I------proud to---.”

That brought tears to my eyes and I longed for my Master Jonathon. Mistress could never take his place for me though she was nice and a caring woman. And for Evening Master; he is handsome, treated me well and seemed to want me as a man does. He turned me on and I felt okay with that, but did not love him. Before I could get those thoughts out of my head, Mistress came in with Evening Master and they replaced my day harness with a fresh one for evening. After my toilet and make up I was left to my chamber freedom. I just napped and then thought a while, into the evening. Dinner came and I ate from my bowls and drank and took my vitamin drink supplement, for no one came to feed me personally or take off my bit so that I could eat in that way. Master Jonathon had me at his table most nights and I miss that. He would muzzle me, gag me or bit me again after the evening's dinner, or sometimes we would just spent it together talking when he said that I could.

After a while Evening Master came in and put me to bed. Without a word from him, he led me over to lie down, took my legs, put them apart to each corner of the bed spread out and locked them there, each lock snapped closed. Next Master freed each arm and in turn put each out and up to lock them apart at each corner of the bed at the wall. I was spreadeagled, a well-spread pony. He arranged my tail hair and then cinched straps from my belt side rings to rings in the bed frame and tightened me down there. My eyes got wide open and I started to breath heavily and moan out; Umm! Umm?; the question WHY!

“For the night little filly—for this night, now settle down.” I looked right into his brown eyes, right into them and he looked into mine. “You are beautiful S. Now lower your eyes filly.” I did so reluctantly and sighed and took a breath as he strapped one leg at a time above the knee to the bed ring and tighten them too. Then my arms were strapped down in the same manner! I did not understand this yet; he doing this to me and that there was no way to ever get up or free myself then. I got panicky and thrashed to and fro as much as I could do with all the restraints on me; which was not very much. I tossed my head around but he saw to that too. He arranged my mane so as not to lay on it, strapped me down by the collar rings to the bed frame rings and buckled them securely so my head barely could move. I gasped. I moaned and sounded loudly that even T could have even heard me. I sighed and moaned and whimpered in discomfort. I was getting scared for the first time in a long time. There was some pleasure for this being done to me. But I really was unsettled.

“You get very wet filly, very wet, I like that in a female.” He said. His palm was cupping me there and caressing my puss. His mouth found its way to each breast and he sucked so hard on them I felt deflated, drained of all my power. He fingered me to the edge of orgasm and then stopped, continued this again two more times until I did come. The edge of delicious delight, he kept me on it. Then I felt it enter me; not him, but a large inanimate phallic object. He pushed it slowly into me under my crotch strap pad as he pulled that to the side and then tightened that so the thing could not come out of me. He used that to torment me farther. I squealed, he kissed my mouth around the bit, which he then adjusted with more tension. Was I to stay this way all night?

What more could he do to me to secure me down? I could not get away if that was his thought, but I knew better than that from experience. Okay, I didn’t think of that; he brought out leather mitts, slipped them on each hand and buckled them closed to my wrist cuffs. He stood back and just looked at his handy-work, at the exotic little filly on the bed there, squirming, for the longest time. All I could do was look at the ceiling beams and the oiled two-by-sixes of the second story floor. As I looked around I could see the lights above the door and Evening Master standing over there, then he sat down on the stool in the corner. He crossed his legs, just looking at all of me. The phallus felt warm by now, but I was well aware of its size and pressure within me. He got up like a man on a mission that was incomplete and went to my trunk and the next thing he did to me was to affix a little chain, clipping it to each ear ring, then through my nose ring and down to each nipple ring, clipping their ends there. The chain was not tight and had slack that fell to the sides but I was well aware of it being on me like that. I was totally captive there, vulnerable and somewhat scared.

A worse indignity but an arousal to say the least -- and I did like it, every thing that he did to me -- was to take my labia lip rings, pull them out and to the side and clip a chain to each that pulled on them to some fastening that I could not see. This left me wide open and around the crotch strap pad. With every movement I made I was on fire and so wet that the mattress must have pooled. I don’t know, but God that was a hoot - I felt so exposed like that and totally captive. I shuddered and tossed and flailed around as much as I could, moaning and coos flowed from my bitted mouth, and I nearly had another orgasm again.

I saw him purse his lips, knit his brows. He clipped a small chain to a ring in the ceiling above me. I knew what was coming next. I knew what this was for. I felt him at my breasts clipping a chain to each ring and I squealed out as the chain was lifted up as it was clipped to that chain hanging down. He adjusted its tension and there I was; nipple chained to the ceiling under a light pulling pressure. As I moved again I was most aware of my rings pierced through my nipples, lifting them, pulling them upward.

“Good night S, sleep well until morning.” He placed a blindfold over my eyes and left me with a kiss to each cheek and to each breast.

I at first, enjoyed myself, my plight struggling to get free, then tried to get comfortable. I lay there for a long time adjusting to the strain of all these restraints and not being able to move very much. And when I did move the nipple rings pulled them out and up farther. The feeling was arousing but it was a bit painful too. I throbbed there on my tender little buds. The dildo phallus he pushed in me also worked as I moved and from that I did have pleasure and orgasms before I did manage to fall asleep. It took such a long time that I felt dawn was coming at any time. I had a few moments of pure fright that if anything happened or that I had to pee or worse, that I could not get up and do so; that I would have to go right here on the bed. God I would hate that. I got claustrophobic for a bit and had to fight that dreaded fear off. Finally I slept for a while; how long I did not know but I sensed that morning was at hand. And then I did have to pee. I held it as long as I could hoping that someone would come for me, but it was still dark out, the sun was not up and coming through my window. I was not totally blind; I could see some now as through the night I had managed to move it a little upward. One time it moved downward and my breathing got restricted and I got panicky and worked at getting it back up. The urge to pee passed and I was really glad. I thought of other things like T and how she was sleeping and how her Master bedded her down for the night. I thought of the coming day and what was in store. I thought of the grounds and hoped that I could go out or train T some more. Then, back in mind, was just why Evening Master did this to me. “Why?” The strain was really trying for me; I was a good girl, did all they wished and more. But I know that I am at their command, in their full control and pleasure, and to know my place here. Perhaps there was a covert lens in my chamber stall so they could watch my plight.

Green light! Green light! Great—oh—its about time. Some time passed though, I got anxious, moving my hips. The more I did that the more I was getting on fire. The erotic feel of all this and my dido was working on me again. I started moaning. Umm Aha, umm—aha ya—yah----. I was coming as the door opened and Mistress and Evening Master walked into my chamber. My head and body was thrashing about the bed and I shook and gyrated just as Mistress sat down on the stool. I screamed out in the fire and glory of going way over my edge and I spurted out. I felt the wetness between my straps in my groin. I sometimes came like a male, many females do this. It does not always occur but this time in front of them I spurted with a popping-puff sound, with screams of delight, panting hard.

“She likes her bedding down this way—don’t you think?” I thought; “don’t do this to me again though.”

“Indeed.” Evening Master replied as he came in my direction. He saw that the bed was wet between my legs and he reached down there to touch my tummy and then my straps between my groin. He removed the blindfold. His eyebrows raised and he gave a big smile to me and then to Mistress, and continued to pet my body. I was still breathing rapidly and then batted my long lashes at him timidly and he gently kiss my moist tummy.

“Isn’t her skin perfect, not a flaw on her really, such even skin tone, and just this one birth mark under her pit there. She is perfect, just splendid. You’re a fortunate woman Clara, to have her.” Mistress looked up at him with brows lowered and a blank look came over her.

“You know the cost, time is getting on too, I want to enjoy my time. Will you be getting her cleaned and so forth for me?” He nodded with glee at the prospect.

“I want her naked today but with wrist cuffs short chained in front of her. And put her in that upper body harness with collar that has the silver chain around its middle. Cuff her ankles too, so to let her walk freely, but fasten a six-foot chain to the rings that she can hold in her hands.”

“A pleasure.” He began to unstrap me, then he took my arms to help me up, to swing my legs over the bed to the floor. I felt a bit dizzy so I sat there stretching while he ran the water in the shower. I had to go pee. Mistress sat quietly just taking all of me in and she appeared pleased at the sight of her Pony Girl. I sound out; “Pee!” She motioned for me to go into the water closet.

Soon I was showering with Evening Master's help. That got me excited too and the water felt so very deserved and I woke up fully. He seemed to take over for me. He did most of all my morning tasks for me, washing my body, teeth, hair. I received an enema as well. I enjoyed that a lot, but felt a modesty in me with him then and had to bite my lower lip as he inserted the tube. He had placed me over the toilet. After that, he pointed to my makeup basket and I sat down and did my lipstick, and a touch of eye shadow and liner.

“Go ahead S, do your stuff.” My lashes are long and dark, my eyebrows are very dark and full also; saves me time there, and I don’t require foundation, blush or other stuff. Today Evening Master pointed to the shinny silver-pink lipstick. So I did that. I emerged naked and strutted over to stand in the middle of the chamber under its large ceiling ring with arms to my back folded there as he gathered up the black body harness Mistress wished me to wear. The harness was a pretty one, I liked. It was simple and attractive with a three inch collar and a silver chain that ran around it. He placed the collar around my neck and snapped a lock closed, it was very tight, the harness' upper two straps that went over the top of my breasts, and the front strap, were affixed to a large ring, the front strap runs down to three one-inch straps that go around my rib cage and join the small waist belt, all joined by rings that hold them; a standard simple harness. He tightened all the straps snugly.

After that he brought my arms to my front and placed on me my black leather cuffs, with a ring each. He locked them on my wrists, then chained them. I stood there as he then did my thighs, and I waited as he did the same to my ankles. He handed me the long chain to hold. My eyes were kept lowered as I did so, and I did not speak.

“Use that head harness on her today.” Mistress said. So Evening Master picked it off the wall peg and placed the rubber bit in my mouth. I opened to receive it with delight and clamped down on it. He arranged the small built-in leather side blinkers with leather visor-sun shade and fit all the straps to my head and around it. This was locked on, as always is custom, and he led my hair through its top slit. He had removed my cowl and I had combed my hair tight from the sides to the center and put my long clasp to hold it together in the middle and atop my head, this let the rest of my hair cascade down my back side. The head harness top strap has a slit running through it that all my top hair is passed through. That strap leads from the visor shade over my head to join side straps and fastens in back so the pony girls head is crowned or capped with four straps each meeting in the center atop the head and coming down to the one that runs around the forehead that the visor shade is part of. It is all neatly designed as is all the gear. At each end of the bit of course are the bit ‘P’ rings. Their loops face back and reins can be attached to them, as he now did to me. One has to remember that if you lower your head too far that the long ends of the ‘P’ can dig into one's collar bone sometimes although they are not sharp and mine turn back some at the ends.

I was ready and stood there, eyes lowered, breathing deeply, antsy with little sighs and moans. I seem to always do this when harnessed and bitted, naked. Ponies don’t wear clothes. Maybe a cape; a long one to the floor hooded or collar robe. Sometimes I have worn, and I like them, long shear mesh robe with a hood. But that was with Master Jonathon.

My body can be seen through these robes obscurely, but they’re warm and I feel quite sexy in their different colors. They are great for winter or cool weather. Master Jonathon placed four in my trunk for me along with two floor length full hooded capes; one black satin, the other, a reversible crimson or black, velvet cape.

They led me out to the hall, to stand. Mistress and Evening Master went off to speak to others there; men and women, each with a Pony Girl next to them. There were seven in all. Even T was standing with her Master. Some of the people I had remembered from the last party. The Pony Girls all got wide eyed looking at me. Mistress prodded me on the thigh with her crop and I lifted that leg, clomped down in a standing high step with each leg a few times. Then Mistress pulled my reins and I stopped with a loud clomp on the wooden floor, looking downcast and bowed my back a little more to make proud my breasts and body form, then lowered my head as Mistress reined me to do. The crop parted my legs and there I stood, just as proud as I could be.

I hadn’t known that other Pony Girls were here. Perhaps they board and stable here? I didn’t know. But I was glad to have company and we all could do things together; be shown off, and show off, have fun. I noticed that all the same Pony Girls were here from the party, they were all in different harnesses and now all in pony-boot leggings to resemble the real me. They were all pleasant to the eyes, but two were overweight. I thought if they kept up their training, soon the girls would be fit. One was very tall with the longest legs I’ve ever seen. I didn’t remember her at the party really—well maybe—but she was completely hairless now, bald clean, but for eyebrows and lashes, she wore a cowl and high purple and black feather plume on top her head with a white feather in its center. She was quite stunning. She also had a tail that dragged on the floor; it came out of the back of her harness. It looked correct. She was older than the rest and very attractive. She was well trained as I could tell, from the way she acted.

Soon we were led off on the long path to the house; one thousand paces. I counted them the first evening. I always count to know the distance at first; it is a thing with me to count. I take care to notice all that is around me; each bush or tree or fence and lay of grass and type of flower or plant. I know exactly what is around me at all times. But I always keep my eyes on the person that leads me. As I walked next my Evening Master, my rein leash in his hand, we lead the way for all to follow. Mistress followed us in her little cart that was pulled by a Pony Girl.

I got to thinking of the times that I was new at this all. A long time ago it seems now—but not so long really. I still feel it; the newness sometimes. I can bring it back. I can put myself in that place again and it excites me when I do that. I thought of the first time that I was harnessed and completely naked in the world, outside where everyone could see me. Every one around me was clothed; they saw only me; my first day in harness outside that day in the Arizonan warmth and sun. Soon there were a few other pony girls in play and training in their gear, but that did not comfort me much, being so new at this then. I felt exhilarated, I felt humility and I felt nervous and shaky, but I was driven to it nonetheless. The man that led me and made me high-step was an old hand at pony play and had many women trained by his skilled and gentle hands. It seemed that he was a head trainer and took all the new girls in rein. He told me to take all my clothes off; everything that first day. Then collared me and bound my hands behind me. Then he geared me up in a simple harness; a black leather four inch collar, that was a strain. And then a bit with blinkers, my hair in a pony-tail, an around my torso leather multi-strap harness with a crotch strap running down its middle and through my crotch, up between my butt cheeks to fasten to the waist belt quite snugly on me. This added to my feeling of exposure and arousal. I wore a plain pair of knee high black boots that were about five inch heeled and zipped up the inner sides. He placed wrist cuffs on and locked them behind my back to the belt. I could not free my arms from there. I had to do as he wished me to do. I had to follow him, had to kneel down and do it all. At first he treated me just like an animal; words did not come from him, only commands from my leash or reins, his hand motions, and of course, his crop. I did feel just like an animal creature. This gave a high sensation of capture and abandon for me that I had never felt.

He took me from the stable where I'd been geared up and walked me out onto the grounds of grass and soil. He took me down a road, walking beside him, holding my leash. He and I were the only two out that day for a few hours training, but there were a few men and women about to watch us and see the new Pony Girl in training with Master Ned, the main trainer. They always loved to see a new girl her first time out. Being naked and strapped like I was, in leather harness trying to high-step to his crop prodding me and with my rein leash in his hand beside me, was total concentration on my part to do it right and learn. But my concentration was broken many times from the knowledge that I was naked, exposed, and vulnerable in the open air, being controlled to the point that I was. I was being really trained and whacked on my thighs and bottom from time to time due to miss-steps or posture or lack of attention and so on. I was being broken from a human female into pony space as they called it and to learn to act the part at all times.

To stand there in front of a stranger and then people, bare chested, naked, exposed sex, no cover, standing harnessed and chained at times—well—there is no feeling like that in the world, even now; just no other feeling to match it, the first time out. So I like to bring the feeling back as often as I can. I bring out my shyness and fear as it were.

This was just weekend play time for me then. I had been into light bondage for a time from the club’s “extra curricular activities” and liked that. I was still new at that, but it was always indoors and with one to three others present in a semi-dark room. The sessions lasted from two to six hours at first, then longer as I got into it and there were sometimes more people attending as with a group session or bondage party. I liked the way the leather felt on my body. I liked the way that I was touched and made to obey and made to feel so captive; being controlled by another person; generally, and especially a male. I began to crave being gagged so I could not speak, just moan or sigh and such, and the way that the leather or rubber gag made me drool uncontrollably, its taste and smell. I liked the body heat and scent from me in restraints. Not able to free myself at all and totally enslaved to another was elating. The entire play got to me.

I began to really enjoy being restrained and wanted heavier bondage, tied tightly onto a wooden X Frame or bondage bed, held down totally spreadeagled and gagged, even flogged some, tormented with fingers and hands and kisses, sometimes hot wax. I embraced my plight, and from the not knowing of what may come next I got high, I got wet. What will be done to me next was so exhilarating, to the point of orgasm. My body became moist with exuberance and fright. I was beginning to understand it in me and deal with it, work it to my advantage of excitement and pleasure. I learned trust of others at their hands, this was not easy, still is not, some I could not really trust for I did not really know them and that was so very exciting too, yet very frightening, and the fright was a turn on for me, a dangerous one I knew, but I was careful as to whom I was with. My Parent Masters did not let all their friends handle me. As time passed I was shown Pony Play. I liked what I saw and found that I wanted to partake in it if I could.

So one day Master Ned took me to the stable by the wrist leash. That first day we walked a long ways. My legs and feet got very tired from all the high-steps and prancing and trotting around. After a few hours we were back at the stable and that is when my first real exposure to other girls with their Masters or Mistresses took place. I was instructed to watch them. Master Ned and another Mistress led me around amongst the others. And that day was the first day that a woman rein mastered me and showed me a few things with her Pony Girl next to me. It was all so much fun that day, and the next and the next. That weekend three day retreat was the best time I had in my life. Everyone was so nice and caring and thoughtful and happy. We had parties and meals and photo sessions in different costumes and gear. I had a wonderful time and after that I wanted more of it.

I found out that it was not all about sex or having it with everyone, it was not that at all. People would hook up—yes—some were married or coupled, but many, like me were singles having fun in the expectation of meeting ones Master or Mistress as the case maybe, or a pony boy or girl. I was open to it all. I just wished to be me and act as I felt; and this was just how I wanted to feel. Each time was new and exciting there.

Now—yes, it is even more of a delight to be me; this mysterious female pony creature that I am. I should really find a name that fits my specie though. Pony Girl is good for now. This Château is good for now too. It brings all the wonder of ‘What next’ into me and I like that, even though it frightens me some; being controlled and kept under new mastery.

We neared the house. I could see its lights on and longed to be in it again. Its grandeur overwhelmed me. We all entered the grand doorway from its long steps and made our way in proud stepping until we all were inside the foyer and then to the grand hall. Again we were arranged around the room to each pillar with our respective Masters and Mistresses. In the middle of the room was a long dining table with drinks and light fare upon it. The guests all partook of the fare while mingling about, talking and showing off their Pony Girls. We Pony Girls all stood by our pillars that each was tethered to by our collars with heads lowered, eyes cast down, but watching all that was going on and looking at each other as best we could in stealth, studying each other. It seemed that the other girls were studying me, for all their eyes were on me and not each other. I felt alone, but especially proud as well. Then evening Master came to me, unclipped my collar and led me off to Mistress sitting at the head of the table.

I was led to stand by her. Mistress touched my thighs and ran her hand around my bottom and through my tail hair. She caressed my belly and inner thighs and then my breasts each in turn to ring my little bells there. Her hand was on some part of me for a long time as Mistress spoke to or was spoken to by others that came over to her with their complements or questions of one sort and another, small talk and talk of a new addition to the stable, the plans, the stalls, and the guest room addition to the house’s north wing’s unfinished area.

Evening Master stood by to give the particulars of the work to them. In a while he whispered in Mistresses ear, I could not make out all that he said, but I knew that I was involved in some way.

After a time we were all lined up facing each other. And then we were to practice in unison high-stepping and prancing forward and into a figure eight march back to where we began. We were all reined to master this over and over again until we all pranced in unison proficiently in this choreographed assembly of a dance. It was fun to do. Then after that we were given a new piece of the performance to do, all coming together to form a straight line in pairs down the center after making the figure eight shape to fan out right and left back to its center line to stand and put our right leg down hard, echoing in the room and high stepping there twenty times and stopping with hard foot falls. Then we were to walk the length of the hall in a straight line with every other girl turning to right or left filing off to each side of the room to take to our respective pillar. We practiced this show for some time until it was all perfect.

Then the music started for our choreographed march. We were made to kneel on one leg, then stand to walk to the center of the room and start what we have been taught and complete the whole movement to return again to our pillars. After we completed the march, which turned out very well with the music now, we stood at each pillar while each rein's keeper took us to stand by their chair at the table. They sat us down, released our arms, chained our wrists cuffs to our laps and took the bits out of our mouths and let us have a glass of water, a glass of wine, fruit and cheese, and fresh butter scones.

“Starting here, all of you speak your name in turn.” Evening Master put his hand on my shoulder.

I said, “S.” The others all responded.

“Alice, Katrina, Pam, Oshi, Kate, Terry.” Her voice was sweet but so shyly given.

“Susan.” Very sure of herself as she says her name. After all our names were given and we were all fed by our Master or Mistress, they took their seats and we stood next to them.

“S—to whom do you belong?”

“To the one that possess me, Sir.” I said this with a meek voice but sure of just what I had said.

“What are you S?” I thought of a moment.

“I am—S.”