The Stables of Mistress Tori

Mistress Tori was still seated in front of him. Tony rubbed his hand over his head, something strange was happening but he could not work out what. Mistress Tori stood up. Tony watched her expectantly.

She smiled at him. "How do you feel now, you seemed very nervous before?" Her smile was a large smile that touched her eyes, giving them a mischievous look.

"Fine" Tony replied, or rather that is what he meant to say except all that came out was a whinnying, a sound remarkably like a horse! The sound startled him. He looked blankly at Mistress Tori.

"Fine" he attempted again, only this time he carefully tried to form the words, but he was startled to discover he could not even move his tongue to form any word. He tried to purse his lips as though he was about to blow through his mouth but found he could not even do that. Panic and desperation filled his face.

"Easy boy" Mistress Tori spoke gently to him, the sound of her voice immediately calmed him. He was still puzzled and looked at Mistress Tori questioningly.

She laughed, "You may find that you have undergone a few minor changes in the last 10 minutes or so."

Her eyes twinkled in mischievous delight, she was enjoying toying with him, but time was getting on and it was time to move onto the next stage of his metamorphosis toward her final goal. She stood up, walked to a table in the far corner, and unzipped a large suitcase. She lifted the contents from the case.

"Now that you can only talk like a horse perhaps its only fitting that you should become a horse. But first a name, you must have a name. Hmmm let me see, something nice, something fitting for a pretty, well mannered stallion."

She looked at him, toying with him. She smiled broadly, and again another mischievous look touched her face. "I've got it! From now on your name shall be 'Sunflower'. Such a nice, pretty name for a pretty stallion" she added laughing.

She bought the pile in her arms to the table next to Sunflower and placed then down carefully.

"First" she said "the bridle." She held up a leather bridle that she slipped over Sunflower's head. She adjusted the buckles until it was securely in place. The leather straps felt tight against his head and under his chin. Two large rings that joined the straps on each side of his face lay flat against him just behind the line of his mouth. From the ring at each side of the bridle hung a wider strap ending in a buckle that reached almost to his shoulders.

"Next, the girth" she continued. This time she held up a wide black leather belt, almost as wide as a corset. This she wrapped around his stomach, and proceeded to buckle the straps tightly at the back. "Breathe in," she commanded.

Sunflower breathed in and Mistress Tori tightened the buckles.

"Done" she said. Sunflower breathed out. The girth was very tight, flattening his stomach.

She then picked up two black long boots, and placed them in front of Sunflower.

He looked at the boots, where the foot should be was mounted a horses hoof instead, complete with a steel horseshoe!

Mistress Tori rolled the tops of the rubber boots down to the ankles. Bending over next to Sunflower, she placed them on the floor at his feet. She lifted and guided his feet into each boot. With each foot placed in the boot, she unrolled the rubber uppers, up his legs to midthigh, the thin rubber moulding tightly to his legs.

He noticed that at the knee on each boot was a thick leather patch. He presumed this was to give extra protection if kneeling. His feet felt strange in the boots, there was no heel support and he had to stand on his toes. The feet of the boots were shaped exactly like a hoof and were moulded seamlessly to the rubber upper.

It took some concentration to stand still without being able to put any weight on his heels and so he didn't notice Mistress Tori return with two black rubber gloves. Instead of hands they ended in a black hooves, the same as the boots he now wore.

Mistress Tori placed the gloves over each hand and unrolled the thin rubber upper to above his elbows. Sunflower found that he had to curl his fingers so that his hand fitted into the hoof.

Inside each hoof was what felt like a soft handle around which his fingers fitted. He found that he could comfortably hold onto them. The handle in each hoof would enable him, when on all fours, to take the weight of his upper body on his whole hand and palm rather than just on his knuckles.

Mistress Tori then firmly fixed restraint collars at the ankles and at the top of each thigh. Smaller restraint collars were also strapped securely in place around his arms, one just above each elbow and one around each of his wrists, just above the hoof. Each collar had several rings riveted into it.

Next to be added to the tack Sunflower was now wearing was a wide neck collar. When strapped into place, this made it impossible for him to nod his head. The two wide straps left hanging from the bridle were then buckled to the collar. With this in place it was totally impossible for Sunflower to move his head from side to side, except if he also moved his whole neck. This was a little modification to the horse tack that Mistress Tori found made it easier to train her ponies when in the reins, teaching them to respond correctly to the reins' subtle signals.

There was now only two items left on the table. One was a long horsetail. Mistress Tori picked it up and brushed the long hair of the tail until the hair fell freely with no tangles. The root of the tail was fixed to a thin, flesh coloured rubber wedge. For two inches from the root, a black ribbon had been neatly wrapped around the tail.

She stood to the side of Sunflower, caught hold of the bridle, and pulled gently but firmly down. Sunflower bent over obediently. Mistress Tori moved to the rear of Sunflower, removed the top of a small tube of instant glue, and applied some drops of the glue to the rubber fitting.

Carefully she placed the rubber wedge over the top of the cleft of Sunflower's arse, just above the cheeks of his rump, and pressed down very firmly. She continued to press down for a little while, then released the tail. The tail remained in place.

She gently pulled on the rubber wedge, testing, but it remained firmly fixed. The ribbon around the root of the tail held it proudly erect from Sunflower's rump.

Going in front of Sunflower, she again caught hold of the bridle and pulled him to an upright position. Sunflower's tack was now almost complete. She walked slowly around him testing buckles and straps.

She smiled, pleased with the result. He looked magnificent, from his head, forcibly held proudly high by the wide neck collar, to his tail, with its full, bright blonde hair falling in a long graceful arc to his knees. The white of the tail contrasted brilliantly with the jet black of his boots and horse tack.

Sunflower stamped his foot, and snorted. The tack was very restraining and the pressure of the girth and bridle was making him feel sexually excited. Although he could no longer look down, he knew from the dull ache of the muscles in his groin that his cock was fully erect and harder than it had ever been.

Mistress Tori then picked up the last item, a rubber bit. She stood in front of Sunflower and held it up to his mouth. Sunflower whinnied and moved his neck and head back away from the offered bit. Mistress Tori caught hold of Sunflower's bridle and steadied his head. Sunflower stepped back, his new hooves clomping loudly on the wooden floor.

"Steady boy" Mistress Tori sternly commanded, and with one hand applied the riding crop firmly across Sunflower's rump, once, then twice. Sunflower whinnied loudly but steadied. His breathing was fast and deep.

"Steady boy" she repeated. She offered the bit again and pressed it to Sunflower's mouth. He opened his mouth slightly and Mistress Tori pushed the bit firmly between his teeth. Sunflower bit down hard on the rubber then tried to push it out of his mouth with his tongue, but he found his tongue would not respond.

Before he could dislodge it, Mistress Tori fastened the spring catches on each end of the bit to the large rings of the bridle. Now the bridle was held firmly in place and could not be removed until she herself removed it. Sunflower whinnied and stomped his hooves. Again Mistress Tori's whip made its mark on his rump.

Sunflower settled and then slowly shook himself, breathing heavily through his nose. His tack jingled.

Mistress Tori smiled approvingly. It was the bit they always found difficult to accept, probably because with the placement of the bit in the mouth, came the final realisation that they were now, until their Mistress decided otherwise, totally powerless and under her total control, at the mercy of her every whim. Some found it harder to accept than others, but she always managed to break the will of them all.

She had said to him that this was not a game and she had meant it, this was very, very real. The last part of Sunflower's preparation was now before her, and she knew that it was one they all hated and became upset with, especially the new untrained fillies. But what she was about to do was necessary. It was a permanent and irreversible reminder to them of what they were, and a means by which she could always assert her will over theirs, even when she was not with them.

This final part of a new pony's preparation would change Sunflower's life forever.

She smiled. She had told him at the beginning that he would never be the same, although she was sure Sunflower had been so nervous he probably hadn't even realised what she had said. She smiled again, relishing the moment.

She stepped over to him and took hold of his bridle and led him over to the edge of a low solid looking table. Pulling down on the bridle forced him to kneel on the edge of the table. Then pulling the bridle down further, forced Sunflower into what she called ‘Slave position one', kneeling with the forehead touching the ground and arms outstretched. With her hands between Sunflower legs she forced his legs apart so that each rear hoof was then positioned at the corner of the table.

"Stay" she commanded and quickly went to a drawer. She removed four lengths of thick rope, on the end of each was mounted a large spring clip. She quickly secured the clips to rings on the restraints on each of his front and rear hooves, then tied the ends of each rope to heavy steel rings bolted to each of the table's thick wooden legs.

She returned to the drawer and came back with another four lengths of rope. Two of the ropes were then tied to both sides of his neck collar and then onto the rings on the table legs that were also securing his front hoofs. The remaining two lengths of rope were secured, one each onto rings on the bottom of the girth. These were then tied to the rings holding his rear hooves.

Mistress Tori then circled the table several times, adjusting the tension on the restraints as she went, until Sunflower was firmly held in place, unable to move back nor forward. She was surprised at how heavily she was breathing, mostly from the sexual arousal of what she was about to perform on Sunflower.

She stood at his head. "You will now have a two permanent reminders of your status and role, something that will be always with you, forever." She paused dramatically. "First, you will now have what is called a Guiche piercing." She laughed quietly to herself knowing that he probably had never heard of it.

She crossed to the drawer and removed a small wooden box, which she set down on the floor at the rear of Sunflower.

Sunflower whinnied nervously.

"Its all right boy, it'll all be over soon," she said softly, then her voice suddenly became hard. "I told you I would change your life forever. So just remember you were the one who said yes." Mistress Tori opened the box. She lifted out a small metal kidney dish and a bottle of neat alcohol. She poured some into the dish. Next she took out of a plastic packet a small, one-inch diameter, opened, surgical steel ring, and dropped it carefully into the kidney dish. She gently agitated the dish swirling around the alcohol. Then she took a small sealed packet from the box, removed from it a large stainless steel needle and dropped it also into the dish. She manoeuvred herself close to Sunflower and swept his tail up onto his back. Using a cotton swab, she applied iodine to the area of skin between his legs, from his balls to his anus.

Sunflower flinched at the touch but was powerless to move away.

She checked till she was satisfied the area was covered and dry. With her thumb and forefinger she then pinched the skin halfway between his anus and balls and pulled down a small fold of skin.

Sunflower stiffened and began to whinny at the realisation of what she was about to do. The leg restraints held him tightly - he was completely at her mercy. He tried to pull away, anything to prevent the awful thing she was about to do. This was not what he wanted, he would never have agreed if he had truly known. He whinnied again louder, trying to shout to her to stop but the subconscious commands she had implanted were much stronger. All that came out was a loud whinnying.

Mistress Tori took no heed of Sunflower's protests. Still holding onto the small fold of skin, she reached into the box once more and removed a can of freeze spay. The spray had the potential of causing frostbite, but if used carefully was excellent at numbing the skin. She carefully sprayed the area, taking very special care not to spray too much in any one spot. Sunflower stiffened powerfully against the unyielding restraints at the feel of the stinging cold spray and recommenced his loud whinnying.

Mistress Tori replaced the can in the box. Taking the needle from the kidney dish, she brought it to the fold of skin she was holding between her fingers. She gently pressed the sharp tip of the needle to the skin.

Sunflower whinnied in protest and pushed forward away from the needle.

Mistress Tori waited for that one split second when Sunflower had thrown himself fully against the restraints and then thrust the needle hard into and through the fold of skin.

Sunflower reacted to the sharp stinging pain by whinnying loudly and tossing his head.

Mistress Tori left the needle in place. While still pinching the fold of skin, which now had the needle passing through it, removed from the dish the open steel ring. She slowly removed the needle. With the fold of skin still between her fingers, she carefully forced the end of the open ring through the hole left by the needle.

She then took from the box a short length of steel chain, which was fitted with a one and a half inch ring at one end. Releasing her grip on the skin she now carefully took hold of the open ring which was now firmly embedded into the fold of skin and with the other hand slipped the last link of the chain over an end of the open ring. She then picked up a large rubber jawed clamp and carefully gripped the ring.

The ends of the ring were machined to half the ring width, so that when the ring was clamped together, the ends joined flush. With the ends now held tight by the pressure of the clamp, a small countersunk hole, which had been drilled through the flat of each end, lined up. Being very careful not to jerk the ring or the clamp, she then picked up a small steel rod that was slightly longer than the thickness of the ring, and passed the rod through the aligned holes. The clamp was then slowly released and the ring ends remained tightly and perfectly aligned, held by the small rod. Another clamp, this one with steel jaws was then used to carefully compress and flatten the rod, whose ends deformed under the pressure of the clamp to neatly and effectively rivet both ends of the ring together, making the ring totally and irreversibly permanent.

Mistress Tori leaned back and studied her handiwork.

The short length of chain now hung down from the ring permanently implanted into Sunflower's flesh between his legs.

She then thoroughly sprayed the area with a mild disinfectant then slowly stood up. Her hands felt stiff and she flexed them, satisfied at the work she had done so far. The ring in his flesh would be almost impossible to remove, short of using bolt cutters and he would find it uncomfortable to stand or sit with his legs together and would certainly never again be able to cross his legs. The ring between his legs now gave her a very effective means of being able to control and tether him as she saw fit.

Sunflower was snorting slowly; his rump glistened with sweat.

"The pain will pass quickly enough" Mistress Tori reassured him.

The Guiche piecing was only the first part of a double seal, marking forever her ownership of him. The ring was more than just a means of tethering and control. The piercing, was a sign for him that no matter where he was or went, he would always feel the ring now imbedded permanently in the flesh of his groin, and constantly aware that she was his owner.

The second part she was about to inflict on him was a sign for others, marking him as her pony, her property, and she as his owner. He was now to be branded.

Some owners who gave their ponies a mark of ownership preferred tattooing, but she preferred using the traditional method of marking ownership on newly acquired ponies, the hot iron.

Over a small gas burner at the rear of the house sat a branding iron, its tip now a glowing dull cherry red in the blue flame. Mistress Tori left the room with Sunflower slowly snorting from the exertion of his ordeal. When she returned, one hand was encased in a thick cloth glove, in which she held the branding iron, its tip still glowing dully. She carefully positioned herself next to Sunflower's rump. Once again with her free hand she picked up the can of freeze spray and carefully applied it to Sunflower's rump.

Sunflower flinched as the biting cold of the spray stung him again.

This time Mistress Tori gave him more than just a quick spray. She applied the spray many times, pausing after each application.

Sunflower felt confused, unable to fathom the reason for spray. Then he smelled the distinctive odor of hot metal and the realisation of what she was doing hit him. She was numbing his rump for only one reason; she was going to brand him! He panicked and gave a whinnying scream. He threw himself full force against his restraints. The ropes creaked under the pressure but held fast.

Satisfied that the area on his rump was as numb as she could safely make it, she laid the can down and checked the tip of the iron. It still glowed with a dull red colour. She could feel the heat of the iron's handle through the glove. She carefully gripped the handle with her ungloved hand, being careful to lay her hand over the glove of her other hand, so that she now had both hands firmly gripping the handle.

She glanced at the stallion. Sunflower had panicked, but she knew the restraints were more than a match for him. She positioned herself carefully at his side, holding the iron almost vertical, and slowly lowered the iron to within an inch of his rump.

Although the spray had numbed one side of his rump, he could still feel the iron's heat on the other cheek of his rump and on his lower back. He instinctively threw himself full force into the restraints.

His reaction was his undoing for this was the exact moment Mistress Tori was waiting for. She carefully and quickly jabbed the iron down against his bare flesh, and then lifted the iron cleanly away.

Sunflower gave a high pitched whinnying scream, not so much in pain, as the freeze spray had very effectively done its job, but his scream was more in shock and horror at what she had done. He whinnied loudly again as the realisation hit him, that when the red-hot iron had seared into his rump, his old life had changed forever. He would never be able to hide the mark it would have left. In one instant she had robbed him of his private life and had in the same instant bound him to her, forever!

Mistress Tori held the iron away from Sunflower, reached for the spray and again administered short blasts of icy spray over him. She looked carefully at the area and smiled. There, seared permanently into Sunflower's rump, was a neat deep brand, her brand, a ‘T' inside a circle. He was now and forever more, marked as her personal and very private property.

She took the iron outside and returned to tidy up. She put the box away and then untied the restraints holding Sunflower at bay.

Sunflower was covered in sweat, which rolled easily off his oiled body. He was still dazed from the horror that had been done to him. He felt totally exhausted from his exertions and snorted heavily. His legs, back and arms felt stiff. There was a dull ache from his rump and groin. Mistress Tori pulled him upright and he stumbled clumsily as she then led him to a large mirror on the wall.

She still had a lot of work to do. Sometimes depending on the pony's temperament, it proved to be a long process, training the pony not only on how to walk, but also to trot and respond to commands issued via the reins.

If Sunflower had the dual qualities of concentration and grace, she would also train him in dressage. She enjoyed the work, seeing the spirit of the new pony being forced to bend to her will. Some took to it more readily than others did, but always in the end they became her property not only in flesh but also in spirit.

Standing in front of the mirror, Sunflower could now see what he had become, from the bridle and bit, to the girth, from the long beautiful tail to the black boots and hooves, he was now a pony. He whinnied softly in awe at the sight. He then caught site of the ring at the end the chain hanging from below his groin and again whinnied, remembering the sharp pain and realising that it was all very real and very very much permanent.

Mistress Tori turned him so that he could now see the reflection of the branding in the mirror.

She looked at his eyes, smiling.

Sunflower stood still, his eyes wide in amazement and awe. He could see clearly the brand he now wore, and one which he would always wear, neatly, permanently, burnt into the flesh of his rump. He felt a hot flash of resentment and anger at what she had done. He stomped his hoof, but the anger just as quickly passed, and he was surprised to find that the anger was now replaced with a deeper feeling of belonging, of completeness and also an intense sexual excitement at the thought of the chain anchored permanently to the flesh of his groin and his new Mistress's brand of ownership on his rump.