Sylena woke to the sounds of chirping birds and the early sounds of trainers and workers outside. She stretched and rose from her light blankets. A light scraping sounded from the bottom of her room's door.
      "Come boy." she ordered as she casually wrapped a silk robe around herself.
      "Good morning Mistress." the large man said still on his knees only opening the door wide enough for him to enter a mere step.
      "Coffee slave, and a light breakfast." she ordered.
      "Yes Mistress." he said his eyes not moving from the floor. She smiled watching him leave.
      Sylena went to her sliding glass door and opened the curtains. The early morning sun brightened the flowers on her porch, but the tree branches hanging over provided enough shade that she dared to venture out and sit down at a small white latticed table. She seemed to have the best view of the courtyard. Stable Mistresses and a Master or two lead waking pony girls and boys from their stables. Sylena smiled as a Mistress tapped a cane to a pony girl's heels reminding her to pick up her feet. The girl only needed the gentle reminder and quickly rose her knees and feet. She tossed her long golden hair in response, her luscious matching tail swaying with her hips.
      The male slave hurried across the courtyard steps carrying a mid sized serving platter. He set it on the table in front of her and removed whatever covers were placed to discourage spillage. He kneeled beside her, his head lowered in submission.
      "I hope this meal is pleasing to you Mistress." Sylena smiled.
      "It looks wonderful slave, and I am indeed pleased with it." She stroked her fingers through his short hair. "As I am with you." He smiled at this and kissed her bare foot. She unfolded the newspaper set to the side on the tray, and crossed her legs and rested them on top of his back. "How many appointments are set for me today, slave?"
      "Three Mistress, two tonight and one this afternoon. Two have seen you before. I will be sure to have their files to you in plenty of time Mistress." he reported. Sylena took a bite of her eggs and then dipped her jellied toast into some yoke as she turned the pages of the newspaper.
      "Good, that will give me some extra time for some training this morning. Sihaya was so tired last night she fell asleep in her stall. I missed her while sleeping last night." The slave nodded sympathetically. She took another few bites finishing half her meal as she paused to read the politics of the week. At the end of the article she shook her head. "People get upset so easily. You would think these people were war criminals the way they are spoke of instead of just the average pervert." The slave smiled. Sylena finished her last few bites and closed the paper, putting it aside. She took a smaller platter from the other and removed her feet from his back and turned towards a door to the side of her porch. The slave knew he could rise then and discard what was left.
      Sylena opened the door softly listening for the deep breathing of her sleeping pony. The stall was too small for a real horse, but was just right for her prized Sihaya. Sylena gazed upon her sleeping pony girl, and softly set the small splatter on a shelf opposite the door. Sihaya lay curled up under a soft cotton sheet on a feather mattress lain over a large covering of hay. She moaned softly as the soft noise from Sylena's bare feet moved across the floor towards her. Sihaya's hands were bound together with a broad strap of soft leather as were her ankles, and over her mouth a gag wrapped around her head closing her lips under it. Sylena kneeled beside her. Sihaya moaned again in disapproval of being wakened and pressed her head into the soft mattress. Sylena smiled and brushed Sihaya's hair from her face, then kissed her cheek gently. Sihaya sighed and Sylena covered her face with soft, slow, gentle kisses moving downward placing love down her neck, between her breasts stopping to end a final kiss at her lovely pierced navel. Sihaya smiled beneath her gag as she looked upon Sylena with half awake deep brown eyes.
      "Good morning my love." Sylena replied looking into those eyes which seemed endless. "I have coffee for you." Sihaya sat up as Sylena pulled off the sheet and removed the leather from her pony's ankles. Sylena steadied her as Sihaya rose to her feet and entered a slot across from her bed. Sylena guided a sling between the slot lowering Sihaya into it. Her feet still on the floor but her body supported by the sling. Her bound wrists hanging below her through a break in the sling. Her head placed over a feeding trough. Sylena moved a second sling across her back so that she was bound in place. Sylena removed the gag and lifted a cup to Sihaya's lips. The coffee was warm but not too hot and Sihaya gulped it down, taking few breaks for a breath or two. Sylena placed a circular device into the trough which was made to hold up to three mid sized bowls in a row. She placed a bowl of cut fruit in the furthest one from her and in the middle she placed a bowl of wheat based cereal, pouring in a minimal amount of milk to help it go down. Sihaya quietly ate as Sylena lightly brushed out her pony's hair. Taking a wash tub from the corner she filled it up with warm water and took a bar of soap and a razor from the shelves. Sylena tapped each inner heel of Sihaya and she almost instinctively moved her legs apart enough for Sylena to examine her. Sylena knelt as her pony ate, and she lathered the soap and applied it to Sihaya's lips. Stretching the skin between her fingers she shaved all new hair from her lips and ass, dipping to lather again she shaved her pony's legs expertly and rinsed her with a wet sponge. Sihaya licked the last of the milk from her cereal off her lips. Sylena took a rubber gag and bridle from a hook on the wall and fit it into Sihaya's mouth strapping it around her head securely. The leather around her wrists were moved to a single rubber fashioned band behind her back. The top sling was removed and Sihaya stood up straight. The reins in Sylena's hands she backed up out of the slot tossing her head to one side removing any stray hair from her eyes. Sylena lead her out onto the patio where the male slave stood waiting. He only peered into Sylena's dark blue eyes for a moment and then dropped his own.
      "Take her to be washed with the others." she said handing the taunt reins to him.
      "Yes mistress." He lead the pony into the courtyard. Sihaya instinctively raised her feet in proper fashion as they crossed the soft green grass which she often enjoyed doing. Walking between another few buildings they arrived to a tiled surface where at least eight other ponies were each fastened to a post and their grooms lathered them and washed them, spraying them down with a hose. The ponies splashed water at each other giggling playfully. With their hair washed they shook their heads whipping sprinkles of water at each other. Sihaya enjoyed this immensely and gave a male pony a cute wink after getting a good splash in his face.
      If Sylena listened closely she could hear Sihaya's muffled giggles drifting from the showers. Sylena showered quickly in her room pausing a moment to feel the cool water over her skin. Steeping out she patted herself dry and applied light lotion to her skin. Sylena dressed in her normal attire, thigh high leather boots, a pair of shorts, and a form fitting long sleeved lace blouse. Her long flowing hair she expertly French braided tying the end with a silver colored tie.
      Sihaya had already returned from the showers and was being dried by her groom and then her body lotioned when Sylena returned to the stall.
      "I'll finish up here." Sylena announced. The groom nodded. "Pull my carriage up to the porch."
      He set the lotion down on the shelf and with a "Yes Mistress." he was gone.
      Sylena admired the job he had done and took the lotion from the shelf and knelt beside her lifting each foot up as a blacksmith does to attach a horse shoe to a horse's hoof. Sylena rubbed lotion into her pony's soles massaging the skin and tender muscles. Once applied she set each foot into a special shoe which was specifically made to encourage the correct stepping of a pony not to mention the imprint such a shoe would leave was that of a horse shoe. Sylena laced up the shoes around her pony's legs. Taking a body harness from the wall she strapped it around her pony's body guiding her breasts through the straps and the straps around her nether lips. The harness bound her body in straps of leather accenting her beauty further. Her wrists bound up in leather again strapped securely against the middle of her lower back. The gag and bridle were replaced by a leather bridle and a special rubber bit that allowed more air to enter and even water to be taken that way to drink. Sihaya stomped her foot in anticipation. She knew what Sylena had planned when she asked for her carriage. Sylena brushed out her pony's mane and then took a matching tail from a hook on the wall. Oiling it well Sylena guided the tail into Sihaya's ass. She smoothed the hair into place and then took Sihaya's reins in her hand. Sylena backed her pony out of her stall and lead her to the white carriage along side the porch. The male slave had just finished removing a white haired pony girl from the carriage. The girl's chest heaved and she whipped her head back in spirit as she saw Sylena come out leading her own pony. Sihaya stamped again in anticipation and made a loud whinny from behind her bit.
      Sylena laughed, "Have patience dear." The male slave helped fasten the straps around Sihaya locking her into place to pull the light carriage. Sylena stepped into the carriage and the slave handed her Sihaya's reins. Sylena held them taunt so Sihaya would not start yet. After getting settled and finding her pony whip beside her in the carriage she gave a good click with her tongue and with a starting groan from her pony they were off. Sihaya pranced eagerly as it was easy to pull the carriage once it was started. Sylena often liked to inspect the property and other trainers this way and she guided Sihaya down the many paths of the estate being sure to slow to watch the novice ponies as they pranced in a circle in a training yard, their trainer snapping a long handled whip at their feet when they didn't lift their knees. Outside the training grounds Sylena allowed the pace to quicken and she urged her pony to full run till the land leveled from its downfall into the nice shade of some large oak trees and a gurgling stream. Sihaya's body was drenched with sweat. Sylena set the brake and took a cool flask from beside her and stepped down from the carriage. A second carriage pulled up and stopped beside her; a male pony pulling it. He shook his head with approval as his trainer got out also. Sylena pressed the flask to her pony's lips. Sihaya taking the cool water eagerly letting a few thin streams miss her lips and drip down her chin and along her body cooling her. She took deep breaths and shook her mane a few times to let the breeze cool her skin. The male pony was also watered as Sylena and the other trainer agreed how beautifully these two ponies were coming along.

© Copyright 1999 by Mistress Sylena. Last update: July 30th, 1998