The isolation cells are at the end of the catwalk. There are six of them. Each cell is the same size as the other cells on the walk, but unlike the others, the isolation cells have heavy steel doors, which cover the front of the cell. Inside the cells are a single cot, a sink and toilet. An inmate spending time in isolation knows what hard time is. Unlike the basement cells, which were, designed for short-term punishments, an inmate on "Row isolation," as Judy calls it, may spend up to twelve months before her sentence is reviewed by Sabina, the head guard, or by Mistress Judy herself.

Row isolation is usually reserved for serious rule violations like striking, biting or kicking a trainer, or for trying to escape. It is out of the ordinary for a pony slave to wind up in isolation. The trainer’s whip and frequent use of the basement cages are usually enough to keep most ponies in line. On the other hand, house slaves who come into frequent contact with Mistress Judy run a far greater risk of severe long-term punishment. God help a slave who gets on her bad side.

The cells on the row are quiet by ten pm. The slave girls inside have been fed and showered by seven pm and have fallen into a deep sleep by then. I walked along the catwalk looking inside the individual cells, watching the girls sleep. Blue, the large Negress slave had just returned from the infirmary and was doing nicely after her circumcision. Kisha, the slave in the cell next to her was sleeping on her back, her large breasts showing off their fresh brand. Krista and Ulna, Mistress Judy’s favorite ponies were in the next cell, sleeping with their nipple rings chained together. I took my time going down the row. All was quiet all was calm. As I approached the isolation cells my mind started to wander back to college, back to Georgia, back to the first time I met Sharon Ashe. I looked at her nameplate on the cell door. I read the offenses listed under her name and wondered how she got here.

Sharon Ashe came from a wealthy Georgia family. We met in college. Her family could never accept that she was a lesbian and finally disowned her. She moved to New York City and discovered the D/S scene, which began to consume her. She was a born submissive, falling easy prey to Femdommes who became progressively more dominant. By the age of thirty she was living 24/7 with a woman who controlled her totally. She had drifted into an underground world where woman owned slaves and she was one of them. There wasn’t anyone to save her when things went too far. She was sold from Mistress to Mistress until Judy purchased her in 1998.

Judy had traveled to New York for a Labor Day party. Sharon was given to her for the weekend. Sharon was a gorgeous Georgia peach, with golden blond hair and Marilyn Monroe figure. She was too delicate to make a good pony, but Judy had never had better sex than she had with Sharon and decided to buy her.

On Labor Day weekend 1998, Sharon Ashe became the slave of Mistress Judy Smyth. Nothing could have prepared her for that moment. None of her previous mistress’s compared. Sharon was loaded in the trunk of Judy’s car and taken to the Circle J.

Mistress Judy spoke to her the day after her arrival. "Sharon, you are now my slave. I own you body and soul. I demand total obedience. If you please me you will be well treated. If you don’t, life will be a living hell. Tomorrow you will be branded and pierced. You are going to be my bed slave. Sabina will explain your duties and how to please me. I am not a patient woman so listen and learn. She will explain how I like my bath and massage. You will learn how I like to be licked. Learn quickly."

Sharon was branded the next day. Each breast wore the letter "J" just above the nipple. Each nipple was pierced and ringed. She wore a tongue ring, a nose ring, and two clit rings. During the day she would follow her mistress and attend to any of her needs. At night she would share her bed, sometimes tonguing her for hours, drinking in her wetness. She was nothing more than a trained animal.

I looked at the cell door: name Sharon, age 35. Offenses: scratching Mistress, temper tantrums, hair pulling… The list went on, but I got the idea. Sharon had dared to defy Judy. It was that simple. She was sentenced to one year in isolation. I opened the cell door. Sharon was naked on her cot. She was still beautiful. I hadn’t seen her in five years but it seemed like yesterday. Her breasts were now branded and pierced, but otherwise she looked the same. When she saw who I was, she began too cry. I climbed onto the cot and held her. I don’t know when she had been held before. I kissed her on the lips before drawing back to talk to her.

"I am your Mistress’s Vet and trainer. I come here a few times a year to brand the new slaves. I just found out you were here. Sabina told me all about it. I see that you have been in isolation for three months with nine more to go."

"Please Kathy, help me. I can’t survive another nine months in here. I will do anything. I tried to please the Mistress but she always punished me. Finally I couldn’t stand it anymore and went crazy. I don’t even remember what happened. I just got whipped and thrown in here. I will die if you don’t get me out!"

I moved off the bed and looked at her. "Kneel." She looked puzzled but obeyed at once. "Remove my shoe. Lick my toes." I stood there until I was satisfied. I removed my pants and lay down on the cot. I hadn’t showered yet. "Suck me." I let myself cum in her mouth twice before I got off the bed. "Get back to bed." I closed the door and left her.

I saw Judy the next morning. "Judy, I want to ask you a favor. I will work here through the auction. You won’t have to pay me." I know that got her attention. "I want one of your slaves. She is no use to you. You have her in isolation for another nine months, after which she will be too crazy to do anything. I knew her in college and want to own her."

I didn’t have to say much more. Judy knew that twelve months in isolation would ruin a slave, so why not save my fifty thousand dollar fee. We had a deal.

I took Sabina with me when I returned to the isolation cells. It was mid-afternoon and the cellblock was busy with slave girls returning from their workouts. I had Sabina open the door. Sharon must have been masturbating because the cell smelled like pussy juice.

I didn’t wait for Sharon to kneel or try to stand before I pulled her up by the arm. She looked confused. Maybe she thought I was going to brand her again. I lifted her breast and looked at the "J." I traced it with my finger as she stood there, looking downcast.

"Sharon, I own three slaves, Charlese and Tony AND you!" It took a few minutes for her to understand. I had to repeat it several times. "I own you. I purchased you from Mistress Judy. You are now my slave. Sabina, take Sharon to my room and have Tony bathe and shave her. I want her toes polished red. Have Charlese take her for a walk on the grounds. Keep her in light anklets. I will be back after dinner."

I found Judy near the coral on my way back to the house. She was supervising the pony run. Blue and Kisha were being worked at gallop speed. They were sweating and near collapse. Judy stopped the pony run and walked over to them. I could see the mixture of hate and fear in Blue’s eyes as Judy’s finger went inside Blue’s circumcised vagina. She examined her brand on Blue’s breast before lifting it with her free hand. She didn’t speak to Blue but as we turned to walk inside the house, I heard her tell the trainer "ten more miles before dinner". I didn’t agree with Judy’s training style, but maybe that is what it took to win races in the majors.

I returned to my room after dinner. It had been a long day. Tony had bathed Sharon and shaved her pussy. Charlese had given her a hair coloring and oil massage. Her nipples were rouged. Her nails were polished in red. As I approached, Sharon bellied to me. I went half way to meet her. I placed her in kneeling position. "Present your nipples," I instructed her. She held them out, one in each hand. I lifted one at a time and placed a small round piece of gold jewelry on each nipple ring. I helped her read it: "Sharon Ashe, Property of KB."

I wanted to be with Charlese that night. I wanted to fall asleep in her arms. I could see how desperate Sharon was, how she needed to be held. I called her to my bed. She crawled in the middle. I could hear Tony crying, left alone on the floor below us. I commanded her to join us. We were all hungry girls that night, lost in the sensations of each other.