For the next week following the gathering, the days and nights for me were lonely ones; all the girls had left with their respective Masters and Mistresses. As for T, I missed her company and hoped that she would return soon, and the others too. It was good to have other Pony Girls around me here. Then, the Château was a composed place overall. I interacted with Mistress only once. I was left to myself overall to read and just be and occupy my chambers alone there and take care of myself. I was not let out to walk about the grounds. My body felt great to be out and frolic and just walk about the place, but I could not. Desires in me came forefront with abandon one day and I was beside myself to find resolve. I needed to be controlled, or harnessed for a ride, train, or something, not just sit around for days. It was delightful to be tormented by Evening Master sometimes. I wondered what was going on. In the back of the stables there was much noise and I heard men’s voices and work going on there.

But then it changed after two weeks of confinement in my stable chamber. I was taken out by Evening Master and put in a large section of the stable building; an arena room that appeared to be for training and shows that now adjoined the main stable on its back side across from my stall chamber. The arena that was now finished I was led into. It was unfinished that last time that I saw its open structures. Harnessed with bit and simple chest harness strapping and collar, he placed me between two floor to ceiling wooden posts and leashed me to them from each side of my collar, tightly to stand between them. I stood with head down sucking on my bit and sucking drool back, it is a constant thing wearing them but a natural thing to me. I was left there alone. Shortly Mistress came in with Evening Master, and in tow between them both, was T.

She wore a black satin cloak, and when it was removed from her naked body within it, it fell to the wooden floor. She stepped over the cloth bare footed, she then was taken by her leash to stand directly in front of me, now completely naked, she was obviously very nervous and unsettled. She kept trying to say something but held the words back to me and just whimpered.

I was quietly waiting there without emotion and with questions of; what next for her, for me, when Mistress spoke.

“S, this is our new filly, she will be stabled here now and we want her to see how to serve in our stables as another recent addition. What better way than to see you S, as a guide and example.” Mistress said. And she leashed T to the floor and cropped her to sit on her legs. T’s hands were cuffed behind her.

They freed me and for the next two hours or so I was led around the arena doing all that was expected of a Pony Girl. I high stepped, trotted, and so on, all the time tethered by my nipple rings or neck leash as Mistress or Master guided me around from the long leash distance. Each time I’m nipple leashed I get scared a bit. I have to concentrate on everything thing I do.

Later, I was harnessed to circle bar that swung on a post for training by my nipple rings, for a short time only, thank God, and then to my collar, all to show T the first training on how to high step and walk around and around in a circle. Then I was hitched to a sulky cart, blindfolded and pulled Mistress around at a slow walk and then a trot, by command only. They had placed a cowl on my head that covered my eyes so T could see me being guided and thoroughly controlled by the bit and harness and crop and commands. And so she would see that I had to completely trust them; give my complete attention to every command. Soon I was covered in sweat. Evening Master gave me a drink of water from a bowl that I slurped up gratefully in front of T. I was panting and my skin glistened. T, I could tell was nervous.

After my session, T was trained in the same manner and I was led off to a grooming room in the arena. I was set down to the floor and clipped to a ring there in the floor on a mat and Evening Master petted me while T was working out. Later when T was done she was taken and wrist locked to a ring above her. A groom adorned her with a more stringent type of harness and bit, collar and straps here and there. He cuffed her and locked her in it all. She fought it some and was cropped for it. Soon she understood its meanings. She was facing me at the time and I could see that she was scared and excited, turned on.

“From now on T, you will be silent. Ponies don’t speak. And for the next hours you will practice at the circle post to learn to walk high step better than you do now. You will always walk this way. You will learn. Your master sold you to us. We are your Masters now. We demand full obedience and you will receive love here too if you are obedient. Now move.” She was taken to the circle pole and walked there for hours long into the night. I was allowed to stay with her, watching, and then leashed to the other end of the pole to walk with her for a while. I knew that she had to follow me, I did not stop, ever, and she did well, but was getting very tired. I was too. But when they brought in the little pony to walk with her instead of me, she really felt more the animal and pony girl that she was now becoming. The little pony had been trained to not stop its walking around in circles and T had no choice but to go along in circles following it around the track.

I was at that time taken to my stall, cleaned and then locked to my bed in a sitting up position, arms out and locked at the wrist to the rings there on the wall at the head of my bed. And ankle cuffs were locked spread to each side of the bed rings. My restricting head muzzle and gag were placed on me very snugly and locked as well. My waist band strapped down to each side of the bed to rings there. I could not move. Evening Master clipped each of my nipple rings with a small chain to a ceiling ring above the bed for a bit of tease and plight for me. And in minutes he had his way with me, licking and kissing my sex until I came. He unclipped the nipple chain and entered me, mounted over me and filled me up. He drove me over the edge several times, so crazy I was with passion and want. It had been very long since a man had me. He gave me all his attention and enjoyed me well. Then he left me there after toweling me and washing me for the night.

Morning came and the groom to attend me. He was new here for I had never seen him before. I liked him, this man that never talked. He did his work, paid attention well, attended to my every need and was gentle with me. He was a pro at this. He took a few liberties with me as well, small ones really, I did not mind. I enjoyed the thrill of the touching from another. As he held me while harnessing, he held me very close and smelled my skin, kept his hands here and there and I could hear him breathe in my scent long and deep. I felt his lips ever so lightly kiss my shoulder, arm, back and leg, as he placed me in full day harness and my chains and locks. Then he fed me cereal and a protein drink that I liked so much. Then came my bit and head gear. He dressed me to the nines, a full dress gear for show, even to a head plume. He did my make up and body gloss, and after inspecting me and leading me to the big mirror, I was led out into the arena, leashed to a ring at a wall to stand there alone.

I was made to high step and warmed up while tethered there and soon other females came in with their Masters or Mistresses. During the morning I had heard many people, the sounds of grooming and gear placements, quite a commotion. And when the groom had led me out of my stall chamber I saw perhaps ten or so pony girls being geared and preened for the day. So all the pony girls were led in the arena and tethered as I was, and placed around the walls. The walls of the arena were affixed with scores of large rings at floor level and neck level about five feet from the wooden floor. The rings lined the arena except for one side where there was guest seating, divided by the main double doors. To my left, the circle pole in a corner and its top bar that swung 360 degrees with artificial turf track beneath it; the one that T and I used the day before. It was all new. This was the first time that the arena was to be used and it looked like a gala affair for all there.

I was the show filly and did all my stuff. All eyes were one me as one could imagine. I remained constantly aroused from the coopers strap in my crotch and bells on my tits ringing, and as my breasts bounced around. Evening Master reined me and controlled me the entire morning. I pulled Mistress in her sulky, I pranced as Master led me around the arena to show all the other fillies just what a pro Pony Girl is all about. I loved my attention and the workout. This is what I live for. Soon other fillies in high heeled shoes or pony boots gaited around and did all the same things as I. The female ponies were all the same fillies that I had worked with before here. Only I and now T were permanently boarded here as yet; though the stables filled up every weekend, it was quiet by Monday or Tuesday. This was the way that I could tell the days of the week, though I really didn’t care about time anymore, one day melted into another for me.

T showed up last, and she looked really grand in her equipment and black high pony boots, though I could see that she was still getting used to them some and she looked wide eyed and nervous.

Later we were all fed and toileted, preened and attended, then left to rest in our stalls. After lunch all the people came back. We were hitched to sulkies and off about the vast grounds for the rest of the day. I loved being outside and for the next three days there was good fun about until again came the first of the week and it was quiet again. But two other fillies were boarded here now; Susan and Katrina. T had her chamber stall next to me and the Susan next to her with Katrina on the other side across from T. The other two appeared to be seasoned fillies. Katrina’s outfit had a bit more to it. She had very large breasts and they had to be cupped and held up with a leather bra piece that was made into her harness. Susan wore many straps about her body’s gleaming patent black trappings and she loved to whinny all the time. I knew that it was difficult for T, being here. This was her first time in total captivity as a pony girl and now the property of the Château. Why her master sold her I did not know. She was so new at this all and afraid, timid and scared, but she really tried to be composed overall. I wished to spend more time with her. And soon, in two days time, I got the chance. I was led to a room in the main house and found T there with Mistress, Evening Master and one other man.

“We thought it best if S would be here with Terry, soon to be know as T for her ringing day.” T’s eyes got very large and she started to shake at just what was going to happen to her when Mistress said that. I on the other hand was excited for her to be ringed. I nodded it was okay with a gleam in my eyes and since my hands were free; chained at the cuffs to my belt, I petted her hair standing next to her. She was naked but for cuffs and chains, tethered ankles with her arms strapped behind her. But soon they sat her down on a chair that had its back made into a T. Master parted her legs and strapped them apart to the chair and took her arms to each side the T and strapped them each fully out. Her collar was then clipped to the chair back and then her waist strapped there. She could not move much at all now and she started to cry. Tears came running down her cheeks and she started to say “I never thought---.” but just then she was gagged and the straps buckled around her head. She squirmed and moaned until I once again came to kneel down in front of her and placed my hands on her legs and told her with my little sounds of okay, “Umm humm, nay—nay”, and gave her my look of assurance and then scooted off to the side some and back so the ringing could be performed.

The other man gave her a few local injections. T screamed at the top of her lungs, the poor thing. I remembered doing a little of that too, but I wanted it done very much. After that she calmed down and smiled at me through her gag. When she saw the needle coming to make contact with her nose, she about fainted right out, but then thrashed around and again screamed, “NO!” from behind her bit. She bit down and closed her eyes. In a moment, she had her septum pierced through. The long needle was left there for a moment and then a ring was passed through and crimped. She took it but her eyes crossed and she breathed very heavily, spat out drool.

Then he placed a conical silver disc with hole in its center over each of her nipples and pulled her large buds through their holes. The discs were about two inches in diameter, little cones. And just as unexpectedly, each nipple was then pierced. She'd liked to have passed out again, shook her head, gyrated and closed her eyes as if it was really going to be painful. But she held her own and then looked down at her new nipple rings and batted her eyes with approval. There was no pain but T did not know that she was going to be so permanently ringed. The man was quick and accurate in his skill. But she did not realise that her sex was yet to be pierced three times as my own is. I showed her my rings. I bent down and gave another reassuring sound and look. I nuzzled her shoulder. Soon it was all completed. She was panting and her forehead and cleavage was dripping wet, yet I could see that she was proud of her new look and adornments.

Then they replaced her stud type earrings with plain ones, half inch rings, cleaned her up and applied ointments.

“T is to be banded permanently with stainless cuffs, belt and collar.” Mistress said to the man and he gathered up a box and slid it over near him. He laid them all out on the counter. There were twelve pieces in all. Two inch metal bands, highly polished. Each had a few hanging rings on them; some more than others. The metal bands were rounded and fluted on their edges a bit so as not to chafe or pinch her skin. I saw no latches nor a way to fasten them together. Their mating ends were clean. But just then the tall man wheeled in a small unit and plugged it in. It hummed. It was a welder unit.

“Oh T, I did not realize this. You’re to be banded.” I said under my breath. She would never be freed of them, a part of her, until Mistress and Master decide to have them cut off her, if they wish it. I wished I could understand her captivity here a bit more, the level of it. I wondered if I would be given these at some point as well. I got excited at the possibility a little.

T’s eyes again got wild with fright and again she just shook and tears came. Mistress wiped them back and caressed her until she was only a little scared. Mistress kissed her cheeks and petted her for a while, as the tall man readied all he had to do to her. T was then taken and strapped down to a wooden table. Her neck was first to be collared in a stainless steel two inch band. He covered her body and head, spread the metal apart and put some type of material between the metal collar and T’s flesh and welded the collar together. She screamed and was told to hold very still, yet they had to strap her head down again.

Next her arms, above the elbow way up her arm each, and her wrists each were banded. Then on her upper thighs and above the knees, and then her ankles. The bands were welded on her. He then spread the last one around her waist. The heat-proof material always under each as each piece was welded around her. She was crying yet trying to accept what was being done to her. She had no idea of all this. She did not know that her Master was going to sell her either, I thought.

All the bands fit well, were snug, not to come down or be taken off her without cutting them off. The waist band was the widest piece, being four inches or so and drew her waist in. It had six rings spaced around it. Her arm bands, three each and the collar with four rings. He then crimped a very small light weight chain from one ear through her nose ring and then crimped its other end to the other ear ring. I was astounded to see that when she was completed, she had a chain crimped from nipple ring to nipple ring that then led up to and was crimped to each ear ring as well. The little chains were attractive upon her. T would always know that they were on her though; a constant reminder of her status.

She was helped to stand up on shaky legs. They took her arms to her back and locked all the bands together so her arms were touching one another from elbow to wrist and locked in place there. Then a three link chain was locked to each upper arm band to bring them closer but not touching for that could not be done with her level of mobility.

Mistress said “If you fight this T, we will weld them together as well, so get used to it and all will be fine for you. Do you understand me?” She reluctantly nodded yes. I saw tears fall to her chest. Mistress gently pushed T’s head down then and she got the message. Mistress attached a short chain to each leg band and locked them on T.

“Next my pet, your muzzle that you will always wear now. It can be a gag or a bit but this harness muzzle is to be as permanent as these bands that you now have. So sit down now girl.” She did not sit very fast and Mistress swatted her with a crop. T sat down. I was getting wet watching T getting banded, her plight and her eyes looking to me for comfort. I don’t know why it affected me so. But when I envisioned them doing this to me, I got anxious.

The muzzle harness was all polished stainless steel. As the tall man fitted it on her, again T was crying and saying, “Please don’t.” Several times, Mistress caressed T and put a finger to T’s lips. “All will be just fine.” Perhaps Mistress cut some slack for T speaking. I felt so tenderly for her just then. The head harness attached to her collar at the sides. It went around her forehead and over the top with one section, and around her cheeks to meet it all, over the nose, and under the chin. The over the nose piece had a vertical sculptured plate that fit the bridge of her nose and ran up to her forehead section band. When it was all fitted on her, bent and formed, there was no way to take it off even if she could try, for it was spot welded on her. The whole process took some time to completely fit on her, as each piece was bent and fitted to each curve of T's face and head. All the weld spots had to have the heat-proof material placed under the welded areas. Poor T, I felt for her. She was totally encased in a polished stainless steel head harness. It could not come off; she had to wear it and get used to it in order to cope.

“Now you see--if this gag is placed here and put in your mouth so--it can be attached like this.” Mistress explained while she placed a very large phallic type rubber gag in her mouth. It had a rubber-lined metal cover plate that it was formed to. She attached that plate to the gag with four small silver cap nuts. Then she removed that silencer and replaced it with a standard spoon bit in T's mouth and fitted that on. It would work well as a strict guide for training and reining her.

“Or--you may have a free mouth if none of these are used, but never free of this head harness T, you will wear this always now, for the mean time. Or maybe--always--we will see.” T was very unsettled and was sucking back tears when Mistress again spoke to her.

“T, kneel now.” She pointed down to the floor, pulled T’s leash and T was very fast to comply. Mistress sat down in chair in front of her.

“Open your mouth sweetie.” T’s lips quivered at the sight of the muzzle gag as Mistress brought forth the panel gag, kissed her lips for that last time, and pushed it fully into T’s awaiting mouth. Mistress bolted the gag and panel plate on her head harness using a small wrench. T shook and fought the restrive size of the phallus silencer and the obvious pressure it presented.

“There now--yes--you look very nice T, very lovely. Rise now and look into the mirror and see your new look. I believe you are lovely like this, don’t you think so everyone?” They all gave approval, they looked at me and I nodded and stood back. I could see myself in the mirror in back ground of T. She did look very sexy and very controlled, captive as a female could be, free to stand and strut.

“We have two more additions for you. Kneel down again T, put your head to the floor and raise your ass and spread your legs apart. Do it now.” T trembled as she took the pose. Mistress lubed her bottom and sex. T cooed at the touch but when the butt plug with tail went deep into her, she screamed loudly from behind her muzzle gag, so sudden that even I bolted back. Then Mistress pushed a phallus into T’s sex. The tall man placed a crotch band piece that attached from the front of her waist band, past her crotch, up between her butt cheeks. He fastened it to the back of her waist band with removable clip rings.

“Stand up now T.” Mistress took hold of her collar chain and pulled up. T stood, silent, frightened and wide eyed. I thought for a moment just what more that T had to adorn. I wore and do still at times, the plug phalluses and I like them. They bring me pleasure and constant awareness of them. T would soon find her pleasure from her captivity, I hoped. But she was thoroughly controlled with all the steel bands and chains and all; and being new, she would certainly find difficulty in living like this on a 24/7 basis. I had no idea she was to be like this; this captive female. I had thought that she would train as the others and wear the normal gear.

“The final thing to crown your glory T, is shoes.” She reached into a large box and brought up a pair of leather pony boots, with a comfortable looking footed end. When on her, they looked a lot like pony hooves. Mistress then locked them on her, to her ankles and knee band rings that passed through slots in the knee high pony boot leather. They were shod with metal shoes and could be exchanged with plastic or hard rubber shoes, I could tell. Her legs looked similar to my own now and sexy. They made T stand tall. T seemed perhaps five-foot four bare footed before, but now possibly five-eight. She did look good, tantalizing to anyone that would see her now, but quite a confined restrained Pony Girl in appearance. She had long legs and was fairly slender of build, but her breasts were large for her size. As she was walked around the room I got wet just looking at her like that again; walking tethered, the sounds of her chain links dragging and metal clinking. She moaned a lot and fought at her head harness by tossing her head and bucking. T probably was not aware of what she really looked like moving as she did. T took on the act of the animal creature she was now treated as. She drooled some, let out a gruff and whinnied.

“Beautiful girl, just wonderful, I like your walk and posture. You are learning. Perhaps the plugs help.” Evening Master said. He was right, she was graceful but still so scared that she could not be freed from the harnessing and permanent restraints. Yet she was giving her all. Just then T came over to me and put her head on my chest and cooed, moaned, then nuzzled me. I looked at Mistress and she gave a nod. I nuzzled T and Mistress put her leash into my hand and motioned to lead her out into the hall. It had been a big day for T. She hurt and was exhausted.

When in the hall I stopped and waited for directions. Evening Master said, “S, you cannot go out without your leash on, dear one.” He clipped it on my collar and arranged it, locked my wrist cuffs to my back ring, and T’s leash to my rear collar ring and led us both off and out of the house down the path to the stable.

“S, you will stay with T this day and night. She needs a companion and I wish it to be so. You will stay in T’s chamber with her. The groom will see to you both there.” We entered her stall chamber and he locked the door and left us there. T came to me and we both knelt on the rug. She cried, the poor thing, opened up and really cried. I just held her there and tried to calm her. I though of her role here; why was she to be so controlled with all these restraints? Perhaps it was just Mistress' way to train a new reluctant charge, or that it pleased Mistress, or both. Did T have an underlying desire to be totally controlled or enslaved that I was not aware of? I needed to find out. Perhaps questioning T would satisfy my curiosity and shed some light on this. We nestled together and shortly she dozed off, then I too.

During the night she stirred some, and woke up as if she were choking. I calmed her down but before dawn she awoke, as her nipples hurt along with her nose. I had discovered just what the blue light was for; if I pushed a blue button at the side of the door, it came on and someone would come in. Evening Master, the first time that I pushed it to see if I was correct. This time the groom came in; it was a panic or emergency button. I pushed the blue button with my elbow. The groom came in and attended to her. He cleaned the piercing and applied ointment. Then he removed her gag piece and gave her a few pills and water, before he replaced it. Later again, he came to feed us both. He brought in hot cereal, juice, tea and scones. T was glad to have her gag taken off and her hands freed some but chained so she could just reach to feed herself. Me too, I always wore chains of this type. I could reach fully with one arm as the other is drawn in to my waist belt ring by the slack taken up by the other arm extending. One is always reminded of captivity, harness and control in this life. I liked it though; the sounds of the chains and metal and the smell of leather. But T would have to endure much more restrictions.

As we ate freely and the groom left us to ourselves that morning I questioned T.

“Are you feeling okay today? You hurt much?”

“I’m okay now but I’m frightened at all this, that--well--I--I can’t figure why all this happened to me here. I thought I would stay with Jean Miguel, my Master, the man that brought me here. Why am I to be kept this way S, why? I thought he wanted me?” She welled up in tears. I stroked her arm. She only had one freed.

“Did you know the extent of your bondage and pony role?”

“I thought I did, but as time passed, I really got into it with him. You see, I worked for him for over a year as his secretary. He kept me for three months as his slave girl after I agreed to it, but I still worked for him too, his office was at his house. I really like it all and had fun with it. It turned me on to no end, I was always fascinated by bondage and then he introduced me to pony play. He kept me at his place. One thing led to another you know? He took me to some bondage gatherings and then here several times. That time I first saw you, and one other time after that. I had fun and liked being his pony woman. And--well you know--I thought he wanted me. I knew he liked me a lot, but love was never said by either of us. Then he brought me here last week.” She looked lost in thought.

“Did you know or did your Master tell you, you were to be sold to Mistress?”

“No--not at all, just for training until he returned. I agreed reluctantly to come here. It was all exciting to me to experience this more, but I was frightened just to same. Still am S. That is part of what drew me in. I wanted to please him and see for myself this place and the experiences I may have with other girls like me, like with you too. But now--I’ve been told I am hers; a captive of the Château, a permanent Pony Girl now I fear. I think now I have no way out.” T sucked back her tears but ended up crying on her toast. I kissed her cheek and questioned her more.

“Do you think he’ll come back for you?”

“I don’t know--but--but she speaks as if he really sold me to her, and that I am hers only now. I was never ready for that--never thought of that. I was just his lover, not his property. I moved in with him, his place. He did say that he wanted me to really get into it and to come here. And because of him, his affection and all towards me, I agreed that I would. It took some doing but I relented and submitted to him.”

“Do you have family?”

“No, not really. Foster parents I don’t see any more. Just me. Only me. Oh S--just what will become of me here, I’m so scared now. That’s why I fought at being here this the last week. Now they have me totally in control. I—I’m all mixed up; I like the thrills of this, but—I—I’m all mixed about it all. I have another life now.

“I’m your friend T, I care.”

“What of you S, are you totally hers?”

“Yes--I was brought here by my Master Jonathon some time ago. He sold me to her I think, I don’t really know though. I have not seen him since.”

“How did you get to be this way? You’re quite a--may say--creature. I have never seen anyone like you at all--well--just in pictures my Master showed me some times.”

“Do you like the way I look?”

“You are beautiful.”

“Thank you.” I told her of my story and we talked on until mid-morning. T’s body was sore and a bit red in places from the piercing and she slept a lot that day. I napped as well. Glad to have a day off. We were brought a fine lunch and then a dinner. And that evening again we slept together. I liked being with her. For three days we were together in her stall. The days were broken up with walks by the groom, visits by Mistress. We were permitted to go out side and walk alone, always I wore my gear and bit, arms folded to my back and locked to the back belt ring, but as for T, she had her permanent harness and her bit. We were led by the groom. On our walks, he took us up and down paths and trails nearby. We enjoyed it and after we rested under a tree or in her stall or my own. I trained with her at the circle pole track and showed her prancing and walking and just how to act, and not to act. Duty was light so T would heal. I would stay with her until I was directed otherwise.

For so long now, it had been just me nights or free time. I like that, got used to it. I had my thoughts and my ways and when freed so--I could read, preen myself and try on gear and outfits, design a few. I was permitted to do all this. I am different than the others who come here or other places like this. Some I could tell had normal lives away from here as I did in the past, and a few others I could tell were, were kept fillies, as I called them. But I am for real. My freedom, my life this way, I live it. I think of myself as a female creature of the earth, rather than a woman or part of the human race now; actually a rare humanoid animal to define it; Pony Girl S. This sets me apart from all others. Parent Masters said there were others; I would like to meet others like me some time as I did the one time.