Chapter 1

My apartment is on Riverside Drive facing a beautiful park on the upper west side. It is on the penthouse floor of the building and takes up the entire floor. I come and go in a private penthouse elevator. I don’t know my neighbors beyond saying hello and I love it like that.

When I put the key into the apartment door, my real life, my private life, begins. I take my coat off, go through the mail, take my shoes off, and take a glass of wine. I turn on the TV and eventually hit number 17 on the remote control switcher. 17 is my favorite number. When I hit 17, the hidden door inside my bedroom closet opens. Behind the door is an apartment within an apartment, hidden from the world. Behind the closet door, a few feet inside is another door. I have the only key. When I open it I am finally home.

I have always been obsessed with owning a slavegirl that I could totally control. For years I was able to control this obsession, but in June of 1998 I began to build my secret apartment and a few months later, I kidnapped a twenty-year-old woman. She was a gorgeous Brazilian model in one of the agencies we were doing work for. She simply disappeared.

When I entered the apartment Maria saw me from inside her cell and immediately went to her obeience position. She was on her knees, head down to the ground, hands stretched to the floor. I opened her cell door, removed her gag and helped her out of the cell. She was naked except for her anklets and collar. Maria was one of the most beautiful women in the world and I owned her.

It is hard to believe she is the same girl I took two years ago. When I told her that I was going to make her my slave, she thought I was crazy, but after months of intensive training, Maria is truly my slavegirl.

We have rituals. She makes me a drink and comes and sits by me, kneeling, waiting for me to instruct her. She spends hours licking my toes and clit while I read. When she is a good girl she shares my bed. We talk and giggle and plan for our weekend in the country, but Maria always knows she is my slave and I will never set her free.

She is never without anklets or a collar chain. I am not strict with her all the time but she knows that if she crosses the line she will be punished without compromise. I always dreamed of owning another woman.

Training Maria became my obsession. I loved using my skills in mind control, sensory deprivation, diet control and use of the slave hood to break her down. During the first few months she never was allowed to sleep more than two hours at a time. I fed her vitamins and the bare necessities. She was always hungry, always thirsty, always tired. I would make her stand or kneel without moving for hours and when she did move, she would start over again. I would make her scrub the bathroom floor with a toothbrush and when it wasn’t perfect she would start again. Maria hated water torture, so when I held her head under water for long periods of time, she almost went crazy. I would subject her to bright lights and noise for hours. Allowed to use I broke her down and built her up again. If she pleased me with the way she walked, or served, or licked, I would give her a special treat. If she weren’t perfect, she would suffer until pleasing me became her entire universe. I couldn’t believe it myself. She began to ask permission to do everything. She didn’t pee during the day because I wasn’t there to give her permission. My techniques created a perfect slave girl and I loved it. My dream became a reality.

Chapter 2

The training period took a little under six months. The first month was the most difficult because Maria was in a state of shock. One minute she was sharing a cab home from a Christmas party at work, invited in for a friendly drink and the next thing she knew, she was chained and caged in my secret apartment, hidden away from the rest of the world. Her yelling and screaming went on for days. After a week or two she knew that I was deadly serious. The hidden apartment, the sound proof room, the heavy steel cage, the slave hood and chains, they were very real and as days turned into weeks and weeks into months, Maria began to realize that I had carefully planned this for months.

The most useful training tool was the slave hood. Once on her head I had complete control of Maria’s senses. I began by calmly explaining to her what had occurred and what my goals were. When she began to yell and scream I gave her a little water and enough food and vitamins so that she wouldn’t die, then put on the slave hood and locked it. She couldn’t have removed it anyway, but the clicking of the lock made a big psychological difference. The hood has a zipper over the mouth and patches over the eyes so when it is on all the way, the slave can’t see or speak. My slave hood also has ear pads so the slave can’t hear either.

I would keep the slave hood on Maria for six hours at a time. When I removed it, I would explain that she wasn’t to scream. . At first she did anyways and I put it back on at once without watering or feeding her. After the second six -hour shift she was so thirsty that she didn’t say a word so I fed and watered her as well as allowed her to take care of her bodily functions. After the first week I removed the ear pads so I could talk to her and explain what was expected and what her new life was going to be like. I would bath her twice a week and allow her to walk around on my leash a couple of hours a day, but she spent most of the time in her cage, hooded.

By the end of the third week, she begged me to begin training. She would have done anything to get out of the hood. So in the fourth week I removed the hood and took her into the bedroom I built in the hidden section of my apartment. Strapped to the bed, I subjected her to bright lights and horrible music that would wake her up every half hour. During the day I would have her doing housework over and over again. If something weren’t done perfectly, she would do it over and over again. She would spend hours cleaning the bathroom floor with a toothbrush.

By the eighth week she was completely broken. I had created a series of commands for her to follow and she did them perfectly. Kneel, crawl, belly, on your back, legs in the air, stand at attention, juice, masturbate, squeeze your nipples, put three finger in your back hole. I spent days inventing humiliating, mindless tasks for her to perform. If she hesitated or pouted she was punished. I would never change a punishment so she knew that begging for mercy was a waste of time.

I now had my own slave girl. I spent the next few weeks showing her my more gentle side. I spent hours bathing her, talking to her, explaining to her what was expected. I allowed her to share my bed instead of the cage and for the first time in months she was able to sleep through the night. I shaved her, brushed out her hair, gave her deep body massages with warm oils, and allowed her to masturbate on my fingers and toes. She juiced easily and was able to have several orgasms sequentially. It was the first sexual release she had since I enslaved her. Things were settling into a rhythm.

I am tall, blond and very attractive for a forty-two year old woman. Maria is drop dead gorgeous. She is almost six feet tall with olive coloring and a face like Sophia Loren. She had become a working model in Brazil and was one of the select few chosen to come to New York She is twenty two, young enough to be my daughter, but she was my slave and I owned every inch of her.

Chapter 3

I have a nail polish fetish. When I would dream of owning a slave girl, I would see myself sitting by a fireplace with my slave kneeling at my feet. At the snap of my fingers she would rise and get the nail polish tray. I would carefully select a color and she would begin to wash and soak my feet before removing the old polish. She would kneel in perfect posture and begin the daily ritual of polishing her mistress’s toes. If she spilled or did anything less than a perfect job, she would be whipped.

Now my dream is a reality. Every evening I have Maria wash my feet and do my nails while I read or watch TV. Sometimes I change my mind after she has put on a color I don’t love and make her do it again. It is all part of her daily life as my slave. One day after several months I gave her the privilege of bathing her mistress for the first time. Locked only in toe cuffs, she crawled into my bathroom and filled the tub making sure the temperature was just right. As I put my toe in the water I could see how nervous she was that the water was too cold, but it happened to be just right and I gave her a kiss on the cheek. It was the most relaxing bath I ever had. When I came out of the tub I replaced the toe cuffs with a short anklet and allowed her to towel me dry and follow me to my bed.

The phone rang shortly after 10pm. It was my old college roommate, Nan. the one person I truly loved and trusted. We were lovers in college but she stayed on the west coast and I moved back home to New York. She lived with a slave named Trisha and knew all about Maria. It was a visit to her so home in 1997 that actually made me act on my fantasy. She was my role model.

"Have you ever seen pony play before," she asked me. I really didn’t know much more than I saw in a video once, so I said no. She then began to introduce me to an entire new world of pony girls. I became fascinated and sought as much information as possible. Soon it became my new obsession.

I purchased a buggy and harnesses and other pony girl gear, which I keep at my country home in New Jersey. We go to New Jersey almost every weekend to get out of the city. Our property is very private and I love it. At first transporting Maria was a major production. I would load her into a trunk, chained and gagged, then put the trunk on a dolly, then load it into my van for the two-hour ride to my farm. Lately I take Maria down with me in the elevator. She wears a cloak that hides her chained hands. When we get into the van I lock her in her seat belt and we drive off. I don’t think she will try to escape, but I always worry.

When we arrive, which is very late Friday night, I take Maria to the pony quarters which is a very secure barn attached to the main farmhouse. She has her own stall with straw to sleep on.

I dress her and insert a ponytail before she is attached to the buggy. There is a short track we ride on but it leads to a private field, which we dare to ride on if it looks like the coast is clear. After the ride I hose her down, message her and chain her inside her stall while I go shopping and do errands. She is usually exhausted and goes right off to sleep. When I return I wake her up from her nap and take her inside the house where she cooks and cleans. Before putting her down after dinner I use a strap on and we have orgasm after orgasm together. Sometimes I have to pinch myself when I see her kneeling at my feet, awaiting my commands. Did I really enslave a girl? Is this beautiful woman really mine? Why didn’t I do it ten years earlier?

This weekend is Thanksgiving and Nan and Tricia are flying in from California for the holidays. They are staying through New Years and I am more excited than I have been in years. Nan hasn’t seen Maria and I want her approval. I also want to see Nan with. Tricia. Perhaps I could get some new ideas. The flight came into Newark and we headed straight for the farm. I had been there for two days with Maria getting the place ready. I wasn’t sure where Trice was going to sleep. Was she a pony, or did she share her mistress’s bed. I prepared an extra stall as well as the second bedroom. I was ready for whatever came up.

Tricia was in her early thirties, blond, and very buxom. When the flight arrived, Nan instructed her to get the luggage and follow us, which she did without uttering a word. We walked to the car hands free while Tricia made three trips to the van with the baggage. Nan then told her to get in the back with the bags, she shut the door and we drove off. During the drive Nan signaled Tricia to move into the second seat, which she did at once. Then she told her to take her top off so I could see her more closely. Her entire chest and back were tattooed with scenes of pony girls. Her nipples were pierced with large heavy O-rings. Nan then had her take off her pants and I saw that her lower body was also covered in tattoos and that she wore a tightly fitting, locked chastity belt. I was so horny I could hardly drive home.

When we arrived Nan and I went directly into the house while Tricia carried in the bags. When I asked about sleeping arrangements, Nan was thrilled that I had set up a separate stall for Tricia. We then went to the barn so I could present Maria to my best friend and mentor. We had rehearsed this for days. When Nan came into sight, Maria was to crawl to her and beg permission to remove her shoe and lick her toes. Maria was naked except for her collar chain, anklets and nipple rings. I had just bathed and oiled her before leaving for the airport, so she looked ravishing. I could see Nan’s eyes light up when she saw her. Maria hadn’t been allowed any sexual release for over a week and you could tell how needy she was. When she removed Nan’s shoes and began licking her toes, both women wanted to explode. I was so proud of Maria at that moment that I stood in back of her as she knelt there licking and fingered her to orgasm.

Tricia did all the unpacking and was naked, kneeling in the guest bedroom when the three of us came back into the house. I introduced her to Maria and asked Nan if it would be ok to chain them together in the bedroom while we ate dinner and caught up. I put Maria in a chastity belt since Tricia was wearing hers and attached anklets to Tricia similar to the ones that Maria wore. I then placed a slave collar on Tricia and neck chained the two slaves while we had dinner in the dining room. This had been the first person Maria had seen other than me since I took her and I allowed the two of them to talk and get acquainted. Tricia was obviously well trained and trusted enough to fly cross-country with her mistress and I thought this would be a good role model for Maria. After finishing our dinner we gave the girls something to eat and returned to the barn to secure them for the night. Tricia wasn’t used to being securely chained, so when I led her to her stall and locked chains on her collar and anklets she was surprised. I then explained that she was going to spend the firth night in a locked slave hood, she started to protest, but I had already put the hood on and locked it so we could only hear muffled noises.

I was very happy with Maria, but as Nan and I led her to the adjoining stall, I ordered her to her stomach, hands over head. I secured more strictly than ever before. Chained collar, chained hands, chained feet, all secured to floor bolts in the stall. Before putting on her slave hood I told her she was my most prized possession and I didn’t want her going anywhere. Just before the hood covered her eyes, I gave her a kiss that took our breath away.

Nan and I made love for hours that night. We couldn’t get over how wonderful it was to own slaves girls.

We unchained the girls before 7 am the next day. The truth is we couldn’t wait to see them. It was a beautiful day for a ride. Nan was wonderful. At the sound of the word "pony", Tricia positioned herself to be dressed. Nan had brought headgear, horse bits, harnesses, and ponytails. She knew exactly what was expected and stood at attention while Nan prepared her. When she was finished with Tricia, I asked her to dress Maria and attach her to the cart.

The ride was wonderful. Both ponies were tall and lean. Tricia had much larger breasts than Maria, but they performed like a matched pair. We ran them for almost two hours. We could see that they were dripping in sweat, but this was a moment to make last forever. If only our college sorority sisters could see us now. Nan whipped them a few times toward the end, but I must say that they did a stellar job.

When we returned to the barn, they were ready to collapse, but we washed them down and watered them before putting them down for a rest. This time we ran a neck chain from each of their collars and put them in the same stall. We didn’t reattach their chastity belts. We were curious to see what would happen when they were put down together. We locked the stall and went inside. I have a TV camera hidden in the bedroom, which allows me to see Maria in the barn. We put on the TV and climbed into bed. Maria asked Tricia how long she had been a slave. She just said that her mistress forbid her to discuss it. Tricia then put her lips around Maria ‘s nipple and the two of them entered into love making for hours. They each had several orgasms before we came in to catch them in the act.

"Did I give you permission to have sex?" Nan asked.

"No Mistress, I am sorry Mistress. Forgive me Mistress." Tricia was frantic. She fell to her kneels and began to kiss and lick her mistress’s boot, begging for forgiveness. We walked back into the house and turned on the TV. WE saw that Tricia was hysterical crying. She had had sex without her mistress’s permission. This was a class an offense. The two slaves spent the rest of the day and night before seeing us again. They hadn’t eaten or had anything to drink since the pony run. They were neck chained and in the same stall but neither one dared to touch the other again.

When we marched into the stall, both girls went into a panic. Maria was crying and sobbing. Tricia was begging her mistress to allow her to kiss her feet. We had a better idea.

I unchained Tricia and lead her into the house on my leash. I fed and watered her before taking her to my bed. Please me, I ordered. She gave me ten orgasms. Just seeing her tattoos made me cum. Nan had Maria at her feet. She took her in the hay.

It is almost Christmas and we had only hours before Nan were to return to San Francisco. Tricia didn’t know it yet, but she was to be my Christmas present! Nan’s real purpose in visiting me was to find an acceptable home for her slave. She had her eye on a new girl she wanted to train and her apartment was too small for two slave girls. I ask Nan if I can be the one who tells her. She hugs me and gestures yes.

I leave Nan in the house and go to the barn. It is late afternoon and the weather is too cold for an afternoon run. Maria had been surprised when I told her that she was going to spend the remainder of the day in her slave hood. "Did I do something to displease you, mistress?" she asked. Just before I locked the hood on with the earplug attachments, I told her she just needed some quiet time to concentrate on how she could better please me. As the hood went on, I saw she was confused and teary eyed.

Tricia was left in the barn working while Maria was put down. Nan had put her in twenty- inch work anklets so she could sweep out the barn, dust and clean. When I entered the barn I summoned her over and replaced the twenty- inch anklets with a shorter five in chain. I also cuffed her hands in back and told her to kneel with her ankles close together. I then put her on her side and attached toe cuffs, which prevented any movement at all.

"When your mistress returns to San Francisco you will not be going with her." I looked for her facial expression before continuing. "Nan wishes to acquire and train another slave she has had her eye on and she has given you to me for a Christmas present." I continued to look at her facial expression. "I own you body and soul and you are now my property. If you pout or act rebellious you will spend the entire month of January in your slave hood. Do you understand?"

"Yes mistress."

"Since you are a trained girl I do not intend to spend months training you. Do you think that that is necessary?"

"No mistress."

"Will you be an obedient slave?" "

"Yes mistress."

"Do you understand that I own you now?"

"Yes mistress."

"Kiss my feet. I know that you have become used to a certain degree of freedom with Nan. She allowed you to work and come and go with a beeper and rigid schedule. You did all her house keeping and shopping. She trusted you. Is that correct?"

"Well I have a much different philosophy."

"Yes mistress, what is that, mistress?"

"I will require a much deeper form of slavery than Nan did. You will be held under very strict security for at least one year. You will be chained and belted at all times. You will never act on your own. You will ask permission for everything. You will ask permission to speak, to eat, and to drink. You will never have sex or masturbate without my permission. Your contact with the outside world is over. I am your world and you will live to please me. When I enter the room you are in, you will immediately kneel. You will ask permission to rise. At night you will ask me to chain you for the night. You are forbidden to speak to Maria unless she is training you. You will learn what pleases me. If I catch you speaking to Maria you will be punished. If I catch you masturbating, you will be punished. If I catch you having sexual contact with Maria without my permission, you will spend sixty days in the cage, locked in your slave hood. Before returning to California, Nan has agreed to insert a nose ring and two clit rings. For the next month you will sleep on a mat in my room, attached by the nose ring to a bolt lock on the floor. Do you understand this?"

I think that Tricia was in a state of shock. She knew from Maria that I meant every word and that if I sentenced her to sixty days in the cage, it would be sixty days and not a second sooner.

I then removed the toe cuffs and helped Tricia rise. I examined her mouth, her teeth, taking my time, looking over every detail. I put my finger in her nose, inspected her scalp before moving down to her breasts and nipples. When I fingered her she was very wet but I told her not to even think about orgasm. I inspected her labia, her clit, and moved to her bottom hole, placing a finger inside. "Has Nan taken you there?" I asked.

"No Mistress," was her answer.

When I finished the inspection I rinsed my hands and stepped back to speak to her. "Starting today you will wear an anal plug under your chastity belt to stretch your bottom hole."

"Yes mistress.

"You will stop biting your nails. I want them to grow out. Maria will see to manicures. Do you understand all that has just happened?"

"Yes Mistress.

"Nan is going to ring you now and you may say your proper goodbyes. It may be awhile until you see her again.

Nan did a good job with the additional rings. The nose ring changed Trice’s looks completely. When it was done, Nan gave her a long last kiss and went home.

"Are you trained in the art of polishing your mistress’s toes?"

"No mistress"

"I will have Maria instruct you, but for now, I am going to hang you from the rafter and whip you. You have not entered into an easy slavery and I want you to always be in the right frame of mind."

I gave her twenty of the hardest stokes I could muster with the single tail. Afterward I took her down and looked her in the eye. "You will be my slave forever. Do you understand?"

'Yes, Mistress"

I brought her to her stall and put her in heavy chains, anklets, arm cuffs, handcuffs, toe cuffs, and a heavy iron collar attached to the wall ring. "Before I put you inside the slave hood, you may submit to me."

"I, slave Tricia, am the property of Mistress P. I am your slave."

I locked her in the slave hood and left her to the darkness of her thoughts.

It is a couple of weeks after new year's. Nan has gone home and I decide to spend the winter at the farm. It is below freezing and I have decided to let the girls sleep inside the house tonight. Maria is still in a state of shock about having a sister slave. She has been instructing Tricia in a number of areas so I think she feels like she has a purpose. The fire is warm and cozy. Maria and Tricia are kneeling in front of me wearing only their chastity belts, anklets and wrist chains. They are busy polishing their mistress’s toenails.

In a minute I will take them into the bedroom and chain them securely to the floor bolt. I will then unlock their belts and climb into bed between them. We are all naked girls now lost in each other’s arms. Just before I orgasm from Maria’s thrusting tongue, I kiss Tricia and hear her say, "I love you mistress."

Chapter 4

Training two slaves is hard work. I spend a great deal of time chaining, feeding, and caring for them. Sometimes I thought it is me that had become the slave. Anyways, I decide I needed help and called Nan in early March to see if she had any ideas.

Nan was bisexual for a couple of years after college and got married to a guy we knew from New York. They stayed married for a little less than eighteen months, but Nan had a baby. Her name was Lynn and I am her godmother. It is hard to believe that she will be nineteen in June.

When Nan and I spoke on the phone she offered me Lynn for the summer. Lynn knew almost as much as her mother about handling female slaves since Nan believed in a very liberal, open relationship with her daughter. Lynn knew Tricia well and would make an excellent pony trainer. The idea of having her here for the summer excited me. I loved her like a daughter and like her mother, I trusted her implicitly. I was a little confused when Nan told me that she’d be bringing a surprise, but I was so happy to hear that she was coming, I didn’t ask any questions.

Lynn arrived at JFK on May third. She looked more like twenty-seven than nineteen. She was taller than the last time I had seen her, but otherwise, she looked just like remembered, a young Jackie Smith. The surprise was right next to her. The woman with her was my age, maybe even a few years older. "This is Anne. She is my slave. I hope you don’t mind that I brought her with me for the summer? She can train with your slaves." How could I object? Anne was someone I used to dream about.

We got into the van and drove to the farm. The ride was very informative. Lynn filled me in on her mother and her mother’s new slave as well as how she became Anne’s mistress. I didn’t say much on the ride home, but was fascinated with Anne and how a nineteen-year-old girl could own and control a woman like Anne Taylor.

Anne Taylor was one of Nan’s first conquests. They started-out as lovers when Nan moved back to San Francisco and Anne became Nan’s first real life slave. The relationship didn’t last, but Anne kept in touch while drifting through the west cost d/s scene. Finally last fall, Anne asked permission of Nan to become Lynn’s slave. Nan agreed and Anne submitted that very day.

When we arrived at the farm, Maria and Tricia were locked in the barn. I didn’t put them in hoods, but instead allowed them to talk about the new trainer they would have to obey. Tricia knew Lynn very well since she had served her in her mother’s home. She knew that Lynn would make their loves a living hell if they weren’t obedient.

Both slaves went to obvious position when Lynn and I came into view. Their heads were on the ground, arms extended. You could see the fear in Tricia’s eyes as I told them to rise to their knees. Lynn had already stripped to her waist when she entered the barn followed by Anne.

"Nice to see you Tricia. Nice to meet you, Maria. This is your sister slave, Anne. I am Mistress Lynn and will be your trainer this summer. I am sure you know all about me already since Tricia has lived with my mother and me. I have been asked by your mistress to make you a synchronized pony team and starting tomorrow we will begin our work."

Lynn’s half covered body was making me very aroused. Although I had known her all her life, I couldn’t help thinking how delicious she’d be in my bed that night. Lynn asked if I would take Anne inside while she talked to the slaves. I was happy to do so. Anne followed me inside and went to her knees. I instructed her to strip so I could see her and seconds later she was naked. I then secured her in anklets, collar and risk cuffs and explained that she would wear them while here.

Lynn was in the barn for over an hour. She took her time inspecting the girls that would now be under her charge. When she came back to the house she looked at Anne and simply ordered her to rise and follow her back to the barn where she was chained to spend the rest of the night with the other slaves. I don’t think Anne was prepared for what she saw when she got back to the barn. Both slaves were nipple ringed to each other. Maria was on top of Tricia, attached by head harnesses, nipple rings, and anklets. They couldn’t move. They will begin training as a matched pair in the morning and I want them to think and feel like one person, so starting today they will be chained together. "Tonight you may sleep in their stall and talk to them. You know me better than anyone so you will let him or her know what is expected and what I am capable of. You are to show them your brand and the whip marks on your back. Do not touch them! In the morning you will be brought inside to clean and pleasure Mistress Pam. Make sure she is gives me a good report!"

"You may both rise to your knees. Do not touch your nipples." Both girls were sore and could hardly move, but one look from their new trainer made them move as quickly as humanly possible. Tricia knew that Lynn loved to use the whip, a habit she learned from her mother.

She removed the chastity belts and the chains from each girl. It was the first time Maria had been totally without chains for as long as she could remember. A thin silver chain was then slid through each of their nipple rings. Another was attached to the collar rings so the collar and the nipple now held them together. A third chain was attached to her anklet, attaching the right and left leg of each girl. They were chained side by side. The commands came quickly. "Lift your leg. Make sue your toes stick out at the exact same height." The whip fell on Tricia’s backside. "I said the exact same height. Now march! Keep your legs together. Keep your shoulders together. Lift your leg and stretch it out as far as possible."

The orders kept coming for over an hour. Both girls were covered in sweat and whip marks. Then Lynn ordered then to kneel in perfect posture, heads together. They weren’t allowed to break position for over two hours. When they were finally released, they fell to the floor, too tired to move. Tomorrow we will begin pony practice. Lynn then put Maria on the floor and this time put Tricia on top. After attaching their nipple chains and anklets, Lynn placed her finger in Tricia‘s vagina. "Do you beg for release?" "Yes Mistress." Lynn took her finger back and walked inside.

Anne Taylor was in her mid forties. She looked younger, but the brands on her ass cheeks, her large nipple rings and whips marks everywhere made it obvious that she had not had an easy time of it. When Lynn entered the room, Anne was doing the dishes. She didn’t hear her mistress approach until Lynn was an arms length away. Lynn slapped her hard across the face. Her lip was bleeding and she was crying but she immediately went to her knees, head to the ground. "You should know enough to listen for me to approach. You know better. You will get ten lashes later. Now finish the dishes."

It was late afternoon when Lynn and Pam decided to take the girls for a ride. Anne was attached to a single buggy driven by Pam and Lynn drove the larger chariot with her new team. Training was still at the beginning stages, but the upper arm, nipples, and headgear attached Maria and Tricia. At the crack of the whip Pam began to ride. Anne had been well trained. She was able to trot for long distances without any coaching form the whip. Pam rode for hours, while Lynn drove the new chariot with her new matched pair pulling hard to keep up with Anne. Lynn loved the whip, cracking it in the air to move Maria and Tricia along at lightning speed. Only twice did she get frustrated and let it fall on Maria’s shoulders.

When we finished the run, all of us were exhausted. Lynn, my new trainer took charge of the ponies, showering them and massaging them before putting them down for the evening. I told Lynn to neck chain them only. Leave their chastity belts off. It had been weeks since they had enjoyed release, and tonight was to be their night. Before turning off their light, Lynn gave them permission to have each other.

We watched from our bed. The three of them, hungry for each other made the best TV show I have ever seen.