Madam Phyllida has treated me really well; I am even allowed to design some of my own harness, particularly if it was for the gala contests.

Winter arrived and although I thought that we would be spending more and more time inside the stables, this proved not to be the case.

We were all provided with cold weather lycra suits which we wore under our harnesses and although trotting in deep snow was rather difficult, we found that these suits kept us warm.

Also, of course, we no longer used sulkies and waggons, we now used Russian style troikas and sleighs and sledges for the field and woods work.

One morning, four of us were hurriedly harnessed before being hitched to a sleigh and whipped up to a fast trot.

We realised that we were being driven to one of the villages and so it proved.

There, we found a ponygirl tethered to a cottage wall and hobbled with leg spacers.

I had never seen her before and it transpired, later when I asked Marigold, that this was a new ponygirl who had slipped her tethers the night before and fled through the woods only to be befriended by a village woman who then informed the Farm.

As they always did. For by doing that, they were rewarded very well indeed. The money they were given was designed to allow them to live quite easily for six months.

If I ever had any thoughts about leaving, this and what ‘Flyte had told me about her experience made absolutely sure they it were no more than idle thoughts.

I loved the days when we were run in teams, dressed in our winter wear and harness and pulling a sleigh or troika.

It seemed wonderful to be allowed to trot through the deep snow and experience the exhilaration of the cold air and snow.

Castle Brno was well inland somewhere in Central Europe, I supposed, and so there was very little actual rain or sleet.

Not all of the ponies liked the snow, however and some of them would say they were ill to avoid contact with it.

The stable girls were a little sceptical about the excuses, but they dared not take the risk of any of us being ill, so they tended to accept the excuses.

If that happened, I always volunteered and that stood me in good stead with my Owner, the Trainers and the stable girls.

I got a good name and as a result, I got more perks than most of the others.

On some days, my Owner would have me harnessed with Aurora, without our winter suiting and drive us fast along the tracks through the woods so that we got plenty of exercise without getting too cold.

At other times, Madame Phylidda would come to the stables and supervise my harnessing before then run me on lunge reins in the indoor training ring.

I absolutely loved the sound of her voice as she snapped her orders to me, following them up with an expert crack of her whip.

I especially liked her to have me glooved as well as shooved and that seemed to make me more what I am supposed to be, equine more than human

She had nipple rings fitted to me and labia rings as well and to these she would attach pretty little bells that tinkled musically as she ran me.

She had asked if I minded having the rings put in and to be truthful, I was not too sure, but as she is my Owner, I did not think that I had any right to refuse.

Anyway, I love her and I know she would never do anything to me that would be nasty.

The contests still carried on through the winter and as we became more adept at our tasks and displays, so we improved and devised new routines.

I thought up a dance based on the Dance of The Sugar Plum Fairy and designed a pair of fairy wings that fastened to a bra, and wearing gold shooves and glooves, once more won a prize for dance.

Madam was truly delighted and as a reward, I was allowed to wear human clothes again for a whole day.

Pretty underwear and high heels and make-up and the prettiest dress I had seen in a long time.

By mid day, I wanted my harness back and it was very hard for me not to go and beg the stable girls for it.

I missed my bit and bridle; I missed the feel of my reins across my shoulders and most of all I missed the swish of my tail across the backs of my legs.

Later that day, as I was returned to my natural state, I confided in Marigold, as she changed me and she said that one of the others had exactly the same feelings when she had been given human clothes to wear.

My Owner was told, of course, and the following morning, she came to the stables and stroked and petted me, telling me that she loved me more than ever after hearing how I felt.

The winter flew over and I remembered Robert’s statement when I was first captured; that the word ‘boredom’ would not be one that I would think about.

It is now 2 years since I became what I am now.

I still have the same Owner, Madam Phyllida who still enthuses about me and enters me into all the contests and gala exhibitions.

Some I win and some I don’t, but she still takes good care of me.

Twice I have been taken to Staneholme Island, where they have their other Members centre.

This is a very old manor house on an island about two miles wide by four miles long and is heavily wooded.

It was there, on my first visit that I discovered Highstep, our ponymaid’s history.

She had been a man!

All of the servants at Staneholme were male!

She or he as she was then, had escaped by swimming from The Gorge beach to the mainland after his Sentinel box failed.

He had found a small cottage away from his old home, and after a while, had tried to replicate his captivity.

He found that he really missed the Island regime and had telephoned his old Mistress and given himself up.

Once he had been returned to Staneholme, the Members Committee decided that he should be feminised and had arranged a gender change. Once that took place, he could no longer work on Staneholme and had at first been employed in a Nursing Home owned by a Member, as a skivvy and cleaner.

By then, her name was Hilda.

Once the Association acquired Castle Brno and the Estate, they moved her to us as our maid.

As I said, the slaves on Staneholme were all male, but these were different.

They wore 80 denier black stay put stockings, high heeled shoes or boots and had their genitals locked in a sort of leather thong which had a control unit fitted under their thighs.

They all wore heavy, wide leather belts as they worked and those that were allocated duties in the Manor House wore pretty maid’s aprons and white lace gloves and were very effeminate indeed.

These could be controlled by the Members via a small unit they carried, or more normally by Sentinel posts set around the island which would give them an electric shock if they strayed from their allowed areas.

Strong enough to knock them out if activated, but not strong enough to kill them.

In this way, the Members and their island staff can control everything the servants do.

Actually, the first time I went, my Owner had me harnessed only in a waist belt, neck corset and wrist restraints attached by chains to each other and high heels. Then she drove me round the island paths. I found it really amusing to see the looks I got from the feminised men as they stood, penises on display, as I was trotted past them, proud and pleased.

I could see what they were thinking, as they stood watching me; some were licking their lips, others starting erections.

I found that quite amusing and very good for my ego and as a result, I really strutted my stuff, as they say when I was pulling my Owner.

On my second visit, I saw a ponyboy, almost as huge as Titan was, and I was told that his name was Nimrod.

He was being trained on the island and they were not sure if they were keeping him there, or sending him to the Castle.

My Owner laughed as she harnessed me one morning. “How would you like to be served by him”, she asked and my answer was to stamp my right shoove and shake my head violently.

I could see how big he was as his harnesses all allowed his organs to be in full view all the time and the thoughts of that being slid inside me, sent shudders through me.

“Well then, Rainbow, just be sure that you behave yourself, because we have a Clamp here as well”.

I nodded my head vigorously my eyes rolling as I stamped my left shoove.

That brought more laughter from her.

That day, I spent in the shafts from morning until late afternoon, drawing two of the Members round the island in the twin sulky.

We visited The Gorge and I was led down the steps to the small beach, where I was tethered to a log, whilst my passengers had a picnic from a basket they brought with them. Already waiting for us was slave, who served the ladies and watered me.

Not once did they acknowledge my presence as they ate and drank and talked.

Even though it was a rather arduous journey for me, I loved the change of scenery and the change in my daily work load. I was never worked on the island, only used for pleasure by the Members.

I was transported in a special wooden crate, fitted with an air filter and pump and once in England, I was released at a Member’s private house, usually a manor house on an estate, so that I was not too stressed by the journey.

Once I had recovered, usually about 12 hours, I was loaded into a covered horse box and transported to the boat dock, then transferred to the island boat.

I only wore high heels, gloves connected by a chain and a collar,

for the journey from Castle Brno to Staneholme and the same for the return trip.

The journey itself is not very comfortable as the crate is as small as they can make it, but the horse box and the boat are fine.

So my life goes on, work and play, eat and sleep with no thought about the future, for it would seem that there is no immediate future other than as Rainbow, the ponygirl.

But I am happy as I am, loved by my Owner and given treats by my controllers.

Who could wish for more?