Autumn in New England is very special. The fall foliage is in full bloom and the air is crystal clear. Judy Smyth’s farm is a five-hour ride from my home in Connecticut. Almost on the Canadian border, it is in an unpopulated area about two hours south of Montreal. I always plan my trip for late September.

I last saw Judy at the Harvard farm in April when I made arrangements for my usual two-week stay. It was always my most interesting stop. Judy Smyth was a woman in her mid forties. She was originally from the Boston area but moved full time to her farm more than ten years ago so she could devote herself full time to pony play.

I had more than twenty clients in the pony trade. Some were weekend warriors, some were lesbians who used their subs to pull them around on carts for the weekend and others like Judy Smyth and Sarah Parker ran serious pony girl establishments. Sarah owned the Harvard farm in Massachusetts and Judy owned the Circle J in Vermont. A slave wore her chains the heaviest at the Circle J. If you wanted a slave trained as a pony girl, the Circle J was the place to take her.

Judy stood five feet four with auburn hair and a slight build. Her affability and friendly smile masked the fact that she was the strictest slave owner I ever met. If you saw her at a party or out to dinner you would never guess she ran the most profitable pony farm on the east coast. She had an active training facility, a large trading concern that reached as far as Europe and the Middle East as well a commercial pony racing business. Her ponies were trained to win high stake races. That was all there was to it.

Charlese had slept in the passenger seat for most of the ride. She had become the love of my life and I never left home without her. She was dressed in street clothes for the ride so no one looking in would suspect that her legs wore anklets that were secured to a floor bolt in the car. "We are almost here, Charlese. Start waking up."

When we approached the dirt road entrance, I picked up my cell phone and called. It was five miles off the road to the farm and I always got lost without an escort. It was getting dark and I was getting nervous as we waited, but finally I saw a runner approaching. I knew her. "Did you run all the way, Sabina?"

"Yes, Mistress. I am sorry it took so long. May I drive back with you? Mistress Judy is busy in the stables."

"Hop in and show me the way."

"Please do not tell Mistress Judy that I kept you waiting."

"I understand. Don’t worry."

The actual farm is hard to find even with a guide, but Sabina knew every pothole and curve and got us there in fifteen minutes. The total acreage is over two thousand, but the farmhouse and adjoining building sit on four acres, surrounded by a tall stone fence. Just inside that fence is an electrified fence with barbed wire making it impossible to come and go without the right credentials. The actual house was a very large brick colonial. The barn was larger than the house, consisting of a main floor, a full-length basement, and a circular balcony that went around the entire circumference of the barn. The balcony had a cat walk off which there were twenty prison cells. Each cell was approximately eight by ten feet and looked just like any maximum-security prison cell, complete with cot, sink and toilet. The majority of the cells had open bars; five or six of them had solid iron doors. We went directly to the barn where Judy was meeting with her trainers.

"Hi, Kathy, I will be right with you. Have Sabina get you comfortable in the house and I will meet you in the dining room in a half hour. Sabina, take Kathy to the master guest room."

"Is your slave sleeping with you, or do you want me to find her a cell?"

"That’s fine Judy. She sleeps with me." Moments later Sabina escorted us to the guest bedroom. "Charlese, help Sabina bring in the bags and unpack them.

"Yes Mistress."

Kneeling in the corner of the room was someone I had never seen before. "Who are you?"

"I am Tela, the house slave assigned to your room. You may use me as you wish."

Tela was a new addition since my last visit. "How long have you been here, Tela?"

"I arrived two months ago from Mistress Judy’s estate in Mexico. I was one of her house slave there."

"Help Charlese unpack and prepare a bath for her. I will be having tea with Mistress Judy."

"Yes Mistress."

"So, How are you Kathy? I see you have a new slave."

"Yes, her name is Charlese."

"Wasn’t she a South African slave of Sarah Parker? I saw her when I delivered Blue."

"Yes, You have a good memory. I traded her for Tricia."

"I wish you luck with her. She is quite lovely. You will have a very busy couple of weeks. We have a full house."

" I can stay through the middle of October if you need me, but I promised Pam I would run things for her from seventeenth until the end of the month, while she goes to New York."

"That would be wonderful since we are having an auction on the seventh. Nine of the girls will be sold and you know I would love your personal touch. We can go over some of the details after dinner, but I’d like Sabina to give you a tour of the cells while I take a nap. See you at eight p.m."

The main difference between Judy and other pony farmers I did work for was that Judy treated her pony slaves like animals. They were strictly used as ponies, never house slaves, never body slaves, or personal maids. Occasionally, Judy would allow one of her guests to use a pony overnight but that wasn’t the norm. The typical day for a pony girl at the Circle J was seven or eight hours of rigorous training, two light meals a day, and hour or two of personal grooming followed by ten to twelve hours locked in their cells. There was no TV, no books, no talking, and no sexual contact of any kind.

Sabina appeared in the dining room as Judy was going in for her nap. "How is the Blue, the young negress I branded at the Harvard farm?"

"I am afraid she isn’t doing well, mistress. She is in one of the punishment cells in the basement. We can see her if you like. She was running well after her return from Harvard, but she lost the last two races and Mistress Judy lost a lot of money. She has been on level eight for two weeks."

I followed Sabina into the barn and went down one level to the basement. There were six steel doors on one wall. Behind the doors were tiny cells the size of large cages. The cells were pitch black. There was no bathroom or sink, just a few bowls on the floor. One bowl had a day’s supply of water, the next had a day’s supply of mush, and the third was used for bathroom. Once inside, a slave might stay in the cell without food or exercise for several days at a time.

"Sabina, how many of the cells are in use?"

"Three, Mistress."

"Open Blue’s cell first and help her out. I want to see her." I can’t imagine two weeks in here. When Blue was helped out of the cell I couldn’t stand the smell. She had lost twenty pounds since I had last seen her. See couldn’t speak. "Sabina, fetch two of the guards from upstairs. Have them take Blue to the infirmary. I want her fed and bathed. I will be in to see her in an hour. Make sure she is cleaned off by then. I will take responsibility with Mistress Judy."

"Who is in the next cell?"

"I think it is Tia. She is Mistress Judy’s toilet slave. She has been here since yesterday."

"What did she do?"

"I think she fell asleep and didn’t hear Mistress Judy call for her."

"Open the door." Tia was a petite Asian slave in her early thirties. Judy used her in the baths and for deep body rubs. I knew Tia well since most mistresses of Judy’s stature always travel with at least one toilet slave.

"Tia, how many days did your mistress sentence you to?"

"I don’t know, Mistress Kathy. I think two."

"Are you OK?"

"Please Mistress, can I come out?"

"I am sorry, Tia. I will ask Mistress Judy about you at dinner, but I am sure you can stand one more day. Sabina, get her in the morning. Who is in the last cell, Sabina?"

"Mistress, do you remember Tony, the slave girl from the Harvard farm? Mistress purchased her when she picked Blue up last month."

"Yes. I know Tony. What did she do? She just got here."

"She is the mistress’s newest bed slave. I think she refused to swallow. The Mistress had to get out of bed and use the bathroom."

"Open the cell." Tony was one of the most gorgeous women in the world. I could see why Judy would want her. "How long have you been here?"

"Three days, Mistress."

I had used Tony on several occasions at Harvard. I knew how wonderful she was. "I think your new Mistress is very strict. Do you think you can please her?"

"I beg for a second chance. Please Mistress."

"Sabina, have her washed and combed and have her brought back to her Mistress’s bed. It will be my little surprise. If you disappoint me I will put you in here myself. Do you understand?"

"Bless you mistress."

"Now take me to the cells."

To get to the catwalk area you had to go up a secure stairway that was covered with metal sheeting. The stairway had two locked gates on the bottom and another on the second level. The individual cells ran off the catwalk. Each cell was locked, making escape virtually impossible. "Let’s start here and see how far we get. I am getting tired and will want a nap with Charlese before dinner. Please send one of your assistants to the house and make sure Tela has bathed her. Tell her to shave and massage her before putting her to bed. She doesn’t need to be chained, but use the left anklet chain anyway."

"Mistress, I will tell her myself if you don’t mind. I can have Chloe open the cells."

"O.K. Sabina. Thanks for your help."

"See you in a bit, Mistress. "

"Chloe let me see the newest girls first. Start with cell one."

The names of the girls, who their owner was and where they are from were posted next to the cell door. The first girl’s name was Sylvia. She is the property of Mistress Black and is here for six months training. Age 27.

"Unchain her and leave us alone. How long have you been a slave?"

"Ten years, Mistress."

"Where do you live?"

"My mistress has a home in Mexico near Mistress Judy."

"Were you a pony girl in Mexico?"

"No mistress. I worked in the field."

"Why were you brought here?"

"Mistress Black wants her own pony team and I have long legs and arms. I can work all day in the sun. There are four of us here."

"How is the training going?"

" The training is fine, but I am not used to being celled for so many hours. At home we slept in cabins and were allowed to have sex. Here we are belted and chained and forbidden to touch ourselves."

"Did Mistress Black ever use you? You are too beautiful to be a field hand."

"I was her daughter’s bed girl when she caught me having sex with one of the downstairs slaves. She made me a field slave, then sent me here. I think I will be her daughter’s pony slave but I am not sure."

"Let me examine you. Chloe, remove her belt. When did you have an orgasm last?"

"I don’t remember, but not since I have been here."

"Chloe, leave her belt off tonight and allow her three orgasms."

"Yes Mistress."

"Have Sabina bring her to the clinic on Wednesday. I have instructions to brand her. Is the young mistress’s name Katherine?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"I guess you will be her pony. Enjoy the evening."

Cell two: Name Kisha. Age 18. Owner Mistress Judy.

"When did Mistress Judy get this one?"

"She is new, Mistress. She comes from the Stafford farm in Virginia."

"Let’s have a look."

Kisha was over six feet tall. A special extension chain was needed to attach her to her bunk. She had a pleasant enough face, but what struck me most were her enormous breasts.

"Is she on hormones? " I have never seen tits this big on such a thin girl. "Get her up. How tall are you?"

"Six-three mistress."

"I see you have been circumcised."

"Yes Mistress. It is very hard for me to orgasm. My breeder wanted me to concentrate on running."

"Have you met your new owner yet?"

"Yes mistress. She rode me in last week’s race with Blue. We lost."

"I know. Chloe, get a deep vibrator for her tonight. Do not chain her until she has had as many orgasms as she can. On Wednesday, bring her down. She will be branded on both breasts. I am getting tired. I will see the rest tomorrow. Have your assistants remove all the girls’ belts and free their hands. Bring Blue to Kisha’s cell. Do not chain them!"

When I returned to my room Charlese was sleeping. Tela was resting on her matt, but got up when she saw me enter.

"Did you bathe and oil Charlese?"

"Yes mistress, then I put her in anklets in your bed. She is exquisite."

"Thank you, Tela. Prepare my bath."

I only had two hours before dinner. I climbed into bed and straddled Charlese. She lifted her arms to hold me. I fell asleep like a baby.

"Wake up Mistress. It is almost eight o’clock and Mistress Judy is already down stair."

"Thank you Tela. Feed Charlese and get something for yourself. I will be back soon."

Judy was already in the dining room when I came down. " I see you have given the slaves a holiday."

"I would rather have them as relaxed as possible for branding. I would also like to experiment with your slave, Blue. I bet she would run better if she were happier. Let her cell with Kisha, no chains, no belts. See if they win the next race. You can always put her in the cage, but that hasn’t won any races."

"I guess you are right. We will try it for a month and see if they start to win."

Judy clamped her hands and two of the house slaves appeared with our dinner. I hadn’t seen them before. Both girls were of oriental descent and were naked except for a small serving apron.

"How do you like them? They come from Thailand. The younger one is a trained cook. The other has had geisha training."

"They are lovely, Judy."

I excused myself after dinner. I wanted to be with Charlese. Tela and Charlese were talking when I came into the room. Tela went to her knees.

"Forgive me Mistress."

"Forgive you for what?"

"Mistress Judy doesn’t allow us to speak. Please forgive me."

"I forgive you. Now come to bed and lick us."

We arose early the next morning and went to the barn. I had dispatched Charlese to the pony run with instructions to exercise her for the morning, but not to whip her without my permission. My first stop was Kisha’s cell, which smelled from pussy juice.

"Blue, you will be staying here with Kisha. You won’t be chained or belted. As long as you win, you will be rewarded. Do you understand?"

Blue didn’t say a word. She got off the bunk and bellied to me. The tears fell on my foot as she kissed and licked my toes in humble gratitude. I knelt down and pulled her up and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Train well, Blue."

"Let me see the girls that will be auctioned."

"They are in cells fifteen to twenty, Mistress."

"Bring them down while I get Tia out of the cage."

"Yes Mistress"

"Tia, you may go back to main house after you get cleaned up. Report to the kitchen for something to eat then go to Mistress Judy’s room and clean it."

"Yes Mistress."

By the time I got back to the main floor the nine girls were lined up.

"I want to speak to each one separately, so bring the first girl into my office. Have the others get a little exercise while they wait but don’t get them to sweaty. "

The first girl was Tiffany, age 18. Land farm. "How have they been treating you, Tiffany?"

"Fine mistress."

"I see you are a trained pony girl."

"Yes Mistress. I am a trained quarter horse."

"How is your speed?"

"I am improving mistress."

"I see that you are scheduled to have your nipples pierced before the auction. A nose ring too. Do you have any complaints?"

"No Mistress."

"Send in the next girl. Thank you Tiffany."

The next girl was a tall, thin red head with shoulder length hair. Katy, age 37. Land farm. "I see you are a pony girl. Aren’t you a little old for that." I knew the average pony was between 18-24.

"Perhaps, Mistress but my owner were very young and wanted me to train. When I did poorly she put me up for sale."

Before I could finish inspecting the girls, Mistress Judy arrived in full riding gear.

"Let me show you my new team. You can finish this later."

There were four girls attached to a long riding bar. They were naked except for their leather harnesses. Each one was covered in a thick lubricant that was used to protect their skin from the elements. I didn’t recognize them, but they looked like they were a trained team.

"Where did you get these?"

"They are from Canada. Aren’t they beautiful?"

"In all honesty I had never seen four more stunning women."

"Later this week I want you to do some work on them, but we can discuss it at lunch."

I heard the whip as it hit the lead girl. Judy was off and running.

I examined the rest of the nine auction girls before going back to the cells. I realized that there was too much work to do in two weeks. Perhaps I would call Pam and have her make other arrangements so I could spend more time here.

When I got to the catwalk area, most of the girls were lined up outside their cells. The guards were in the process of bringing them down the exercise area when I began to address them.

"I am Kathy Buckner. Some of you know me. I will be here for several weeks and have taken charge of your training and management. I will be visiting each of you individually over the next few days, but starting today the guards will be given the following instructions:

1. Chastity belts will be removed from 8pm-6am.
2. Slaves will sleep unchained unless under discipline- level two or above
3. Slaves may talk between the hours of 8pm-12pm.
4. Matched teams may ask for permission to share a cell with her teammate on Tuesday and Sunday’s
5. Masturbation will be permitted from 8pm –6am
6. Slaves will receive tit milk supplements three times week
7. Cells will be open from 8 pm –9pm

These privileges will remain in force until further notice. If there are any outbursts or fighting they will be rescinded. It will be up to you. Many of you will be pierced or marked over the next couple of weeks. I expect your full cooperation. If you wish to speak to me directly, ask one of the guards. Is everything clear? Do any of you have questions?"

There was complete silence. I think everyone was in a state of shock. Some of these slaves hadn’t had this much freedom in years. I hoped that liberalization would show Judy that you could still have a profitable pony farm without robbing the ponies of all humanity. I hoped it worked.

At the end of the catwalk were three cells that had solid steel doors. They were similar to the cages below, but the living space inside was the same size as the other cells. These cells housed the incorrigibles, as Mistress Judy would say.

"Chloe let me see the file on cell number eighteen."

As I read the file I recognized the name, Seimma, but I couldn’t remember from where. Seimma, Seimma, then it hit me. She belonged to the Bourdon family. She was the young Mistress’s pony girl. She had apparently been sold to Judy last year and had been here for six months for serious offenses: biting a trainer- 6/99, kicking slave- 8/99, spitting on Mistress Judy- 11/99.

"When was she out of her cell last?"

"It looks like she hasn’t left the cell for six months. Orders from the mistress."

"Open it! Seimma, do you remember me? I am Kathy Bucker. I met you at the Bourdon farm. I am going to take you out. Would you like that?"

I could see she couldn’t see or speak.

"Chloe is going to take you down and wash you. Do you think you can learn to behave? Have her brought to the infirmary. I will see her later and see if she wants a chance to start over."

I knew I was doing Judy a favor. Housing worthless slaves was a waste. The next cell housed a girl I never met before. After looking through her chart, I didn’t think there was anything I’d be able to do for her, but I‘d look her over anyways. Her name was Penelope. Age 40. Offenses: attempted escape- 12/98, overnight escape- 6/99, hitting guards - 8/99.

"Chloe was this one a pony or house slave?"

"She was one of Mistress Judy’s purchases from the Brandywine farm in Texas. She was sold with three others. I think she was a toilet slave, but I honestly don’t know."

"We will see her after lunch."

Judy was in the coral when I came outside. She had finished her morning trot and was examining the girls on the pony run. You could see that the slaves feared her. After all, she held their very lives in her hands. It wasn’t unheard of for her to make an example of one of the girls. Last year she hung and whipped a slave to death to prove the point. If she decided to put Penelope down, I am sure it was going to a very cruel and public execution. Blue and Kisha were two of the girls on the run. They feared Mistress Judy more than anyone. As Mistress Judy approached I could see the fear in their faces.

"Stop the run." Judy came over to Blue. She fingered her and lifted her breasts. She went over to Kisha and squeezed her nipples and weighted her breasts in the palm of her hands. She then called over one of the trainers and said something I couldn’t hear. I saw Charlese resting on the grass. I snapped my fingers for her to approach. As we started for the house Judy, joined us.

"What did you tell the trainer to do to Blue and Kisha?" She didn’t answer me.

"Kisha, you are going to be a brave girl, aren’t you?"

"I will try Mistress."

"I am going to put the same letter J on each of your breasts that Blue has. You will look exactly alike. I will try not to hurt you but I want you to be brave. I will give you Novocain."

"Why is Blue here, Mistress? She is already branded."

"I know, but Mistress Judy wants the two of you to be a matched pair. She has ordered me to circumcise Blue just like you are. I don’t like it, but she is Mistress Judy’s slave and she wants both of you fixed."

Kisha tried to behave, but it is impossible to control yourself under the iron. When I finished, I had her put in a holding cell where one of the trainers gagged her so we could work without the deafening sound of her screams.

Blue would have been a beautiful woman if she had belonged to someone else. At almost six feet tall, her features resembled a Mulatto queen, but years of pony girl training made her too muscular, too strong.

"Blue, I am going to circumcise you like Kisha. I don’t want to do it, but Mistress Judy owns you and she wants it. I am going to have to remove your sheath. She wants a deep cut."

"Will it hurt as much as the brand, Mistress?"

"No Blue, but it will take longer to heal. I will keep you in the infirmary for a week to avoid infections."

The procedures took over two hours. Poor Blue I thought, but then she was just a pony slave and Judy owned her body and soul.

When I returned to the main house Judy said she had a gift for me in the bedroom.

"I think you left her in the wrong bed last night. I didn’t know what she was talking about but went right upstairs. I love gifts. Charlese and Tela were pointing toward the bathroom door so I opened it. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Kneeling on the bathroom carpet was Tony. She was chained to the security bolt on the wall with a note pinned on her nipple. I gently opened the pin and removed it before reading the note. Her nipple was red and bleeding but she didn’t raise her head or utter a sound.

I read the note. "I am Tony, a gift from the Judy Smyth farm." When I finished the note, I lifted Tony’s face so she could see me. Her beauty matched Charlese’s. She had soft olive skin, firm round breasts with jet-black hair. I could see that she had been oiled and her nails were polished in my favorite shade, a deep wine red. When I unchained her from the security bolt, she bellied to me and put her hands around my ankle.

"I am your slave. I submit you of my own free will. You may use me as you will, I will never disobey you."

I think she was sincere but I also think she was thrilled to free of Judy. Whichever it was, I didn’t care. I picked her up and kissed her. "Do you remember Charlese?"

"She was in the cell next to me at Harvard farm."

"Come hear Charlese. Bring your anklets."

I gently attached one anklet on Charlese and the other on Tony. Standing side by side, they were the same height.

"Walk to the bed and get in! On your backs!"

They lay on the bed chained by the ankle.

"Tela, prepare my bath."

I had Tela bathe and oil me. I couldn’t wait to get into bed. I looked over to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Both girls were there. I slid into bed on top of them. I put my tongue in Tony’s mouth, then began to suck her tits. Charlese was masturbating me with her hand.

I went to her clit and teased until she screamed. I unlocked the anklets, leaving both of them free from chains. They feasted on me until morning.