One day, there appeared this sweet assed big city gal at our local drinking establishment. She stopped all conversation whenever she sashayed by. Every cowboy in Laredo county lusted after Sue-Ann, and she knew it.

After weeks of trying, with her playing coy, Sue-Ann finally consented to letting me buy her a drink. It may have had something to do with the fact that I happened to own the biggest horse and cattle ranch this side of Houston. I could tell that she had already sized up all the possible candidates in town and set her sights on me - she happened to be a gold digger at heart. So with that combination of our situations and motives, in but another week I had her out to my ranch, purportedly for riding. She had no idea yet that I was a literal sort of fellow with my words. My intentions for riding her were not just carnal - I also planned to make her my ponygirl.

At the ranch the usual flirtations and games men and women play went on for a few innocent visits. Finally, I managed to get her into my barn, to model in privacy her brand new leather boustiere, garters and stockings, things I had got her to buy, to wear just for me. Oh how she played up that wiggle in her walk. I simply loved the way her ass looked, the way there was that incredibly exciting gap between her thighs, that wonderful curve to her hips. She was so sexy.

Sue-Ann was totally unsuspecting when I took the palms of her hands and dabbed them with a transparent liquid. I told her it was a disinfectant before she touched herself, cause barns do have dirty things in them.

She obliged when I asked her to hold a pose with her still wet hands just under rear orbs, spreading her well formed flanks even wider for my view. But she sure was surprised when she realized that holding the pose I also meant literally, as her hands were now glued to her rump with crazy glue and would stay there till I applied the special solvent.

Ignoring her protestations, I quickly hobbled her ankles, and chained her down so she couldn't move her feet. Then I ball-gagged her, drowning out her screeching and profanities. Staying behind her, I told her to calm down and let her know that she had become my ponygirl, as of now, permanently, and she would serve me however I pleased.

When Sue-Ann continued to mumble into her gag, likely continuing to swear and curse like a trucker, I simply told her I'd be back when she calmed down and behaved.

Twelve hours later, tired, thirsty and hungry, she did calm down and behave. So without warning I cold-branded a lovely S onto her left flank, with my battery operated branding iron, specially designed for humans. Branding was not hard to do, as I had done so to woman-flesh many times before. The brander was not red hot, just quite warm. She screamed into that gag more in surprise than in pain, eyes wild, but she could hardly move, she had no escape. An hour later, she had quited down enough to receive my gift of a wonderful J on her right flank. I stepped back and admired my handiwork as she went futilely berserk yet again. How nicely my initials jiggled on her as she moved around in frustration.

"You are now permanently branded as mine, Sue-Ann, with a lovely SJ on your flanks. This is but the beginning, for now you will get ten strokes of my riding crop. Enjoy."

Oh how she squirmed and protested as I applied each stroke, savoring every welt, taking my time getting to paint all ten on my lovely new animal.

I let her moan and groan for a few hours before I returned to apply a very nice butt plug tail into her virgin ass. Casually, I mentioned to her, "You shall spend your night standing like this, my ponygirl. Tomorrow you'll get ten more strokes. Then I'll pierce nipples and nose for your shiny new gold rings and bells, and after I will harness you in permanent bit and bridle. And the next day, after another ten strokes, I'll unglue your hands and put your arms in proper harness so your pony cart training can begin. Until I tire of you my pet, you will earn your keep anew each day, in my bed and before my cart, otherwise my riding crop shall again mark your hide."

She just stared in horror and wept. Before leaving her there for the night, I stepped back and took a last long look at that deliciouly sweet ass on my well whipped, branded and tailed ponygirl.

© SirJeff, Feb. 2004