This day, I am alone in my stall chamber after Mistress came in to do my nails in black. All my harnessing is black and also my hooves, so now I all match. She put black eye liner and shadowing on face. And she added a few more straps around me. Three lower leg, three upper leg. And a new torso harness with a wide crotch strap attached to two belly straps, a wide tummy belt corset with many rings attaching to two under breast straps that attach to two over the bust straps. The torso harness has three vertical straps leading down the front of it, from its tall multi ringed collar down my front; one strap in the center passing through my cleavage and the two, one on each side of my breasts, join the waist belt and then to the crotch piece and the three straps in the backside of it as well. But the neat part of it is the new bust rings of leather that encircle each of my breast at their base. These rings of wide leather; about two inches lift a bit and squeeze them, making my tits stand out and even more proud but very supportive. She placed my arm gauntlets on and fastened them to my waist belt backside and placed my bit in. The entire leather harness affair is in very shiny black, highly polished, with silver metal snaps and grommets and locks and all.

“You are a beautiful filly S, I love the way this looks on you. I had two made for you, one in white and this black harness. You’re all strapped up now. That’s a girl, yes, take a look see in the mirror.” I did so and I loved just what I saw looking back.

“Today girl, you’ll be out and about with me. I have my new sulky for you to pull too. Yes—that’s right, I can tell, your eyes show excitement at the prospect of a good day.” I motioned at T’s door when Mistress led me out to the hallway.

“T is under strict control today. That is all I will say. Now get over there girl.” She pulled my reins and I moved as she directed me, over to stand in front of the cart. The groom hitched me up to it at each side of my belt and made it fast and secure by its handle to my belt latches and pins while Mistress sat down in the cart and awaited my readiness. Soon we were off out about the grounds, up the main trail into the warm sunlight and nature. We were gone a long time and met another sulky that joined us. Pulling it was Pony Susan and she looked fine all geared up and very happy. She was a pro at pulling a sulky with her Master reining her with ease. She wore pony boots, very high hooves and high to the thigh, legging boots. They were shod with steel shoes as I had this day. She was all in black as I. She whinnied and sounded out just as a pony and peed on the trail freely when rested, as I did. She was a natural and loved it. She had been branded on her butt with her Master's initial ‘C’ and wore nose and nipple rings. Her rings were large ones. Susan’s hair is long and red and so her custom tail. She and I did not interact really. She seemed as aloof as she did the first time that I saw her. As I do; she never gets out of her role or pony space and takes it all very seriously. I was thinking of T all that day. I wished that we both could go for a jaunt out here. I wondered just what Mistress meant by totally controlled. Again I wanted to find out.

After I had been groomed, I was locked in and left alone in my stall chamber. I ate my dinner, the groom came in to collect the bowls and cup and left me for the night. I stood ear to T’s wall and listened. I heard not a sound. So I took a bath. I loved the times that I could do it for myself. Suddenly while in the tub I heard a clinking of metal and beats against my water closet wall. Then came a scream, followed by intense moans and more screams and pleas of abandon and cries. Her sounds were muffled by the thickness of the wall but was heard none the less and lasted a very long time until her voice turned into what sounded like self pity and panic cries; the type of moaning cries of futile attempts to get free and of panic. I knew these sounds. I knocked on the wall several times to let her know that I was here. I did not speak to her. Only tapped, long ones and short ones and dragging ones. I got so worried that I thought of pressing the blue button. I hesitated, and then I pressed it. In a while I heard her stall door open and close. She was quiet, all was quiet. I listened on. I was standing in the tub again, soaking wet and naked, when my door opened and closed. The groom walked into the water closet, took ahold of my wrists firmly and helped me out of tub. He then took me to the gear box. He brought out a few things and locked a chain around my wrists together in front of me quickly with the chain around my waist, which he locked. Then, he collared and leashed me. I was startled. He placed my gag phallus in my mouth with its cover panel. Dripping wet he led me out and into T’s chamber.

At first sight of her, I felt relief, then compassion. T had been fastened to the wall and held there by her band rings having been stapled to the wooden wall, possibly for all that day. Her arms above her straight up high, her legs locked together and rings stapled to the wall—all of her rings had been stapled to the wall. She knew that there was no way in the world that she could free herself. She was blindfolded and her gag panel was affixed on. Drool and sweat covered her, from chin down to her chest and belly and legs. The floor was soaking wet, some of it was pee. She was strung tight there on the wall. T could move but not too much; just enough to flex her muscles some. But T had managed to pull a few staples out. Her neck was free, one leg at the knee, the other was partly out, and two staples pulled almost out on both arm rings. She had fought at this all day perhaps. With time she could possibly free herself I thought. The staples were short ones and small.

T was stronger than I thought and with elevated willpower. She looked most alluring there on the wall. I remembered a time that I was restrained on a wall when I had talked back to my First Master. The groom left me to stand and cleaned up the floor. Then he gave T some water through a straw that he worked into her gagged panel-covered mouth. She drank it all. He came to me and pushed me down on the rug to the right of her. I sat on my legs with hands in front in my lap. Within minutes groom had T free from the wall and she fell limp to the floor but groom took her into his arms and laid her next to me. She panted. He ran the shower and then took her in and washed her.

After T was toweled dry he came to me and toweled me off as well. He mixed up a protein drink, released her gag panel, lifted her head and gave T the drink and more water. She sat up with her back to the wall. He then left the chamber and both of us there together. T spoke to me.

“Oh S—I’d been there all day. It was great. I was so scared, frightened and beside myself. It hurt to be like that all day. But I set on getting free and with each staple loose I was closer. Then it all got to me that I really couldn’t do it. I got frightened again. I’m glad you came back and heard me.” T’s wrists were now locked to her belt band in front and her ankles locked together but she moved over to me and kissed my cheek and neck. I responded as I could. She smelled great and her skin felt so soft and warm. I pressed my cheek to her breast. As I did she lifted her hands as much as she could and managed to un-strap my panel gag. I spit it out and kissed her breast and then put her metal encircled nipple and ring in my mouth. I found her large nipple most pleasing in my mouth and I licked and sucked on her. Voraciously she lowered her head and took her lips to find mine. We kissed. I had never done that before willingly to another female. Mistresses had taken me and I responded, but never really enjoyed it much. Now though—T’s lips were inviting to me. But we pulled back. We both needed attention and love. She could not help it either.

“Your tits are so perfect S.” She went to my right one and licked it then took it in her mouth and sucked on my hard nipple, the rings always geting in the way. But with large or long nipples—well its great. I got wet and reached down to touch myself as she licked and fondled my nipple. She pulled back and smiled.

“Are you okay T?” I said. I looked into her brown eyes. She stared back and smiled. “What did you do to be put like that?”

“I asked for it really. I fought him a little, Master, like to get away this morning. And then I said NO to Master through my bit. He left my chamber with me standing there all locked up as they are keeping me and then came back with an air tool, he threw me against the wall hard and stapled me there to it in seconds. I was affixed there and really scared then. I gave him a dirty look too just then and he began to flog me with leather whip there on the wall. But he did it lightly really, it did hurt some though. I cried out and screamed too. Really a token flogging I think. He didn’t want to harm me really, just teach; because he paid much attention to me after that; caressing and kisses and all. That is what I wanted in the first place. He is a rather handsome man don’t you think S? I enjoyed his touching me and his attention. You see, I needed him.”

I said to her with a puzzled look, “You made this happen to you then; covertly I mean?” She nodded yes. I was puzzled by her even more now.

“You see I got crazy again with that defiant and wanton feeling I get. But after I did, I regretted it. I thought it to be play, but he took it very seriously. I have much to learn I guess. I have no choice S; they have me. Like this I could never get away. I am theirs, their captive female play thing now. Do you get enemas daily here too S? They gave one to me today.” She said that with a gulp of realization and a fear of plights to come.

“Yes, we all get them on a regular basis. When I am left alone, I do it too. I’ve been told to do that. It is difficult though, to receive one and release in front of another.”

“I screamed, but I did it.” She said.

“Tomorrow—I maybe in a worse state of things, I don’t know but, I am glad you are here now. Here—I should put your gag panel back on you, right?” I nodded yes, but I went to kiss her again and she found my mouth just as fast and long kisses came to both of us. As she was placing my gag on me with my help I was aroused again just from her doing this to me.

“S—I would love it if we two were together in a situation of bondage. Together to struggle and see one another doing it, sharing that. Do you think that strange?” I nodded that I would like that too. And I push my finger to her tummy, meaning ‘with you—yes I would.’

“Then we should make that happen somehow.” She fastened the buckle and I sucked in the gag. Funny thing was, that would happen now, for the both of us. T did not know this, but I knew that the chambers are wired so the Master and Mistress can hear what goes on. I should tell T this sometime. Talking is not permitted unless directed so. I am given the privilege of speech often and know when to do it, I hope!

Groom came back in and took me away to my chamber. He unlocked my bonds and left my gag panel on and left me there. I took my gag off and hung it up. Now naked, I felt strange and wanting. I went to the trunk and my gear on the wall and chose a few pieces; ankle and wrist cuffs, locks and collar and belt and my night muzzle panel, the one I just wore. Soon I was ankle locked, wrist locked to my belt side and laying on the bed. I locked the head harness muzzle on. Each time I did this, I knew that I had no keys. The keys are kept down the hall in a locker. Once locked, I cannot get free, and have to wait until someone comes to free me. I like the plight and its fear and knowing that once I am captive like this, I did it to myself and I could not get free.

I lay there in thoughts. I am glad that there is a groom here now that is very attentive and on station. I knew that he had heard me knocking on the wall to T and he saw my blue light come on. He heard T’s cries and panic. Thus, he saw that I was fine and then wanted me to know that T was okay and took me in to her. Groom is a good man; I like him and trust him with my care. He is caring and attentive and gentle. He also comes in at various times during the night to check on us all. I like that too. Sometimes he touches me when I am sleeping. I know that sometimes he just watches me sleep, when I am not, but look as if I am, I hear him come in. Sometimes when he touches, I want him to continue, I would like to touch him. But I don’t. He is never cruel or too rough with me. I enjoy him gearing me up and grooming me, giving me a bath sometimes. If he comes in tonight, I know he will, and if he touches me, I will react in a way that he will continue. Perhaps.

* * * *

It was the full moon, when for two days and nights then, I pulled Evening Master, and Mistress about the grounds with a few other guests one by one and along with three other Pony Girls and their carts and riders. It was a great. Stars out and clean sky and warm air at night. It was unusually warm. Following after those days it rained and thundered and got very dark by midday. I think fall was coming. So with no outside activities they found something else for us. Rather T and myself. She got her wish. Though maybe not the one she envisioned. But just the same, we were together in plight that even got me frightened. We cried, we screamed and we suffered some with moments of pain and pleasure for two days and two nights.

This is how it all went down:

I was in my chamber stall as T and Mistress and Evening Master came in to me. T was in her gag panel-plate and locked tight, but she could walk free to high step with her arms locked to her back side and Master held her leash.

“T, you will have a sister for a while and see S join your sisterhood. We are going to steel band her, S will be just like you now.” My eyes got wide and I shuddered. Yes, I thought of the feel of the metal harness and truly having it welded on my body for good, but gad—really?

“Take her now.” Mistress said to Evening Master. He unclipped my chain leash from the ceiling. I was standing with arms folded behind and with downcast head and eyes, as I do when they come in. He pulled me out of the room with some force. They seemed very stern today, unusual behavior for them with me. I followed them high stepping down the hall and up to the main house. As I saw the exam room that T was banded in, I got weak kneed and breathed heavily. They saw the fear in my eyes. They both smiled and Master caressed my arms and Mistress kissed a cheek as she likes to do.

I was taken to the table and given a long and thoroughly humiliating enema that went on and on. Then I was cleaned up and strapped down trembling on the rubber covered table. The tall man that did T’s banding was there, ready with a lot of stainless steel bands and other gear pieces that I did not understand, but would find out about very shortly. My head was first to be done in the full head metal harness molded to fit bands. It took some times to bend them and weld them to complete my head harness. When it was on me I felt its restriction. This head harness gear even had blinkers to each side so I only could look forward. And if it was wanted at any time, the blinkers could be shut over my eyes. They showed me this by closing them over my eyes. I could then only see a little. There was light, I could see down and off to the lower sides but that was it.

He then placed the same type of rubber gag metal cover plate that T wore, in and over my mouth and lips and chin. He screwed the cap nuts down, It was very large in my mouth. It touched the underside of my nose and fully covered my chin and formed around it. The whole thing fit very well and was not loose at all. I could just barely come close to taking it in, but got used to it soon enough.

I moaned from the thing and Master petted me. My eyes flitted about the room and to each of the people there. He loved my moans, I knew. I on the other hand could not help doing it. I squirmed around and they held my head. My eyes widened and looked around to all of them standing over me. I looked into their eyes with pleas. Was I to stay this way now too, I thought?

The welder burned a way as he placed the tall metal collar around my neck, brought it together and welded it on me. He removed the heat poof material shield and again placed it around my small waist. The metal band was welded in place quickly. Then followed all the other arm bands, leg bands, then chest breast bands above and below them. Its vertical center piece joined all the torso bands to my new collar.

Like T’s body harness at the base of each breasts at the chest, the band ring at the chest was cupped. The welding completed, they stood me up. They then took both of my arms to the back, and brought them to fold high as I could. Not to the extreme, but higher then I have ever had then in gauntlets. Then he pushed my arms together to overlap more. I shuddered as he screwed or bolted my arms affixed there. I could not move them at all. And for the first time in a long time I screamed out a muffled, “NO!” It all took a long time to complete.

Then they turned me, to see myself in the large mirror. I could not believe what saw. I was as trussed up and permanent as T, perhaps even more so. I could not speak at all and started to drool from the gag panel. It was screwed on me and I could not expel it. I knew what was next, so as they pressed me down to the floor I held my own, bent over and presented my butt, went limp and waited for the plugs to enter me.

Since I have a tail, so be it, but the butt plug was large. I saw it on the table. Mistress applied a generous amount of lubricant in my rectum and my sex. She then placed the butt plug in and slowly pushed it home. It was so large! I cried out. Then the virginal plug phallus was pushed in as well, it too was large.

They helped me to stand up. Master had my crotch band in hand and it was placed between my legs and crotch. He worked it to fit, it was screwed on me. No way to expel the plugs. Then the chains were next. Just like T had them; an ankle tether chain to just let me high step.

T had her arms now done in the same manner as they did to me now, as I was being worked on and she too was fitted with the blinker devices. We did look alike, but for her, she had pony boots to the knees with hooves.

“Humm—Humm, Ny—peez!” I said out as loud as I could but my sounds were terribly muffled to the ear and garbled and not understood. I walked about in front of the mirror as did T with Master and Mistress reining us both in front of it to see one another this way. I saw myself totally in stainless steel bands, body and head. No way to take them off us, but cutting them off.

“You are captive female ponies now my girls. You’re totally to be controlled now, in our control. You will not eat or sleep or potty without our help. You will either wear the gag panel plates or the spoon bits from now on. Both of you will never be free of them longer than the time it takes to exchange them or brush your teeth. Which will be all done for you, as with everything. You will be together from now on in one chamber that is ready for you both now.” At hearing this, my stomach got butterflies and a chill went right through me. Goose bumps appeared. I felt them, but could not see them for with this metal head harness on I could barely move. T’s eyes got as wide as mine did with foreboding. I almost peed myself right there.

“Now follow girls.” She cropped us both, pulled our leashes and so we were pony stepping down the long path to the stables. Our steel shoes clumped and chains rattled. T faltered some for she was still new at mid stepping, or pony step, and high stepping was a balance thing. I on the other hand did this well but the metal harness was totally giving a restriction in many ways; for it did not give. So I felt new at this as well and had to concentrate. The thousand paces that it took to reach the stable was taken with fear of just what was to happen next. I had to pull back and clomped a hoof down to indicate that had to pee. My nerves just got to me and the cool air. They stopped me and let me go. I spread my legs apart and went on the side of the trail. I would have gotten whipped for that any other time because this was not a trail but their main pathway to the house and in the garden. They overlooked it this time a bit, just a bit. They knew we were upset. T looked at me, though turning one's head in this metal head and collar harness was difficult, and she sniffed and peed as well. “Wack!” Went the crop to both our bottoms, just once, very attentively at that.

We reached the stable, walked through the double sliding doors, down the hall toward the arena, and we were halted there. A door was opened into a chamber, all wooden as with all of the chambers here, but this had a four foot tile perimeter running around the wooden center portion of the flooring. The room was twenty foot square I surmised. There was a large round rug on the floor in the center of the chamber, otherwise it was empty but for the rings all around its walls and in the ceiling and floor. No windows only electric lighting and a skylight high above. A flood light centered to shine on the rug. The ceiling was high, open beamed as the hall. I looked around I saw the four small camera units at the corners of the room, they had little blinking green lights. I had never been here before. It smelled new, as the arena did, and it was joined to the arena's back side.

“Take them to the carpet to rest and ring them down there please.” Evening Master nodded to her and took us to the center rug area and lock each of us to the ceiling chain leashes and to a floor ring . We had plenty of slack in the ceiling chain to move around the whole of the room but the floor chain made it so we could not stand up now. Groom came in and gave us both water through a metal straw. He had to loosen our muzzles just enough for its entry then replace its confinement with a wrench to its cap nuts.

He left the chamber with Mistress. Evening Master stayed behind.

“Mistress wishes that you rest now.” He bent down to me and kissed my shoulder then locked my ankles together, then locked T’s ankles together as well. It wasn't late in the day when we entered the chamber but I was tired from this all. They left us moaning and in despair sitting on the rug.

It was warm in the room, climate controlled as with all the chambers. The room was quiet. Stone walls on one side and wooden walls on the other two.

When he left and bolted the door, I soon fell to sleep on T’s legs.

We awoke some time later, I could not tell if it was morning or night. The only thing to do was to wait there as we were. No speech, blinkers shut so sight was impaired. The chamber lights were low and soon got brighter. I felt totally confined and incapacitated. I got up to a sitting position and slid my tail to the side and just sat there as T rose in front of me and sat on her legs. She scooted over very close and our breasts touched. She nuzzled into me and I to her. We both moaned with little cries of discomfort and the realization of our captivity and plight. In metal harness and confined in this chamber as we were, was out of the ordinary. The plugs and gag were a constant stimulant, a reminder and an arousal from their intrusion in me. Soon, T moved off the rug onto the tile floor section as far as she and her leash links snapped taunt. She moaned and then as I watched her wondering why she moved away, I saw her squat over a bowl; she had to pee. Seeing her do it, stimulated me to the point that I could not hold it any longer and moved off the rug to do the same. What a relief. We had no choice in the matter. It was so difficult to perform, since my ankles were locked together, the chain was short.

The groom came in after a long while and freed us from our ankle tethers and closed blinkers. But we were still leashed to the ceiling ring, so we could move fully around the chamber now. But we sat on the rug. Groom brought in a cart and wheeled it over to the wall, then left the chamber. I walked over to the cart to see what it was all about, perhaps food and water and grooming supplies. The cart doors were closed but on the countertop were towels, I thought I could smell food. It was a tall large metal cart. Suddenly the door to the chamber slid slowly open and in walked groom with a chair, and Mistress. I turned around and strutted back as quickly as I could. She sat and put her cane on her lap and crossed her legs, the brown boot-length skirt that showed off her legs, parted. She wore black nylons and tall brown riding boots. Her ankle moved back and forth as if impatient.