Debby emailed me that she dreamed of nothing but becoming my ponygirl. She attached a photo, a head shot.

I wrote: "It would have to be 24/7, her ownership legally notarized. Are you ready for that?"

She replied: "Yes, SirJeff."

I cautioned her that she would be pierced and ringed. Are you ready for that?"

She replied: "Yes, SirJeff."

I warned her that she would be severely trained eight hours a day - bitted, bridled, nipple-reined, high-stepped. "Are you ready for that?"

She replied: "Oh yes, SirJeff!" and the next day her legal paperwork arrived by UPS, irrevocably declaring her my property 24/7.

Now here she was, her first day in my basement, her fourth hour in my classic training position - bitted, bridled, tightly nipple-reined, her clit firmly chained in a high-step. "I am changing your high-step to your other leg for the next four hours. Are you ready for that?"

"Mmmmphhhh..."

"Tomorrow I'll brand you, debbypony."

"MMMMMPHHHH!!!!"

Whether she was ready or not no longer mattered. No more dreaming of nothing but becoming my ponygirl. Now this was her hard reality.