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Celebrating Female Domination
(Miranda Birch)

After a leisurely late breakfast, the events of the day began with a pony show. But -- und zis iz a big but! -- the `ponies' were -- human males! Yes, really. Specially trained slaves. How about that? There were eight ponies on display. As I was later to learn, this made one for each guest, including Auntie of course. 



Anyway, we all sat at our ease under parasols, sipping mint juleps and what have you, while a stable lass put the ponies through their paces in a really impressive dressage display. She was a big old bird, if you will pardon the expression, and I would certainly not like to get on the wrong side of her! 



They were really the pick of the stables, too. Big, powerful brutes, all of them. But although they were big, there was I swear not a single ounce of extra fat on them. And, powerful-looking as they were, they were also docility itself, reacting smoothly and quickly to every word of command. The best-trained ponies I have ever seen in fact, equine or human! 



The stable lasses (as they are called) had clearly put in some time in preparation. The flesh of each pony gleamed from the rubbing down, oiling and polishing it had received. Also they had been specially outfitted with new harness: bridles, traces and so on. As this was a show, their harnessings etc. was rather more elaborate than usual, so Auntie told me. The brass buckles gleamed brightly; the leather polished and shining. A half face mask combined with a leather helmet was worn by each and from the helmet waved a tall, feathered plume. Each was wearing a plug up his bottom, fixed to which was another plume which gave the appearance of a horse's tail! 



As we sat watching, Auntie, who had arrived a bit late, joined me, accompanied by a well-built older lady whom she introduced as her head Stable Lass, or Stable Mistress: Miss Margie. It was she who had brought the ponies to this superb degree of fitness, Auntie told me. I told her what I thought, about them being the best-trained ponies of any species I had ever seen, and I could tell she was dead chuffed. 



As this was a special occasion, the genital restrainers which all slaves wear at all times had been removed from the ponies. This was considered to be a special treat for them, Miss Margie said. 



I noticed that some of them had got raging hard-ons! Not that they could do anything about this -- for there was not a filly in sight! Hah-hah! No, seriously, when in service their hands are strapped securely behind them for dressage, or to the shafts of the cart for jaunting, so there is no possibility for them to get a bit over-frisky and start `lending themselves a helping hand' if you get my meaning! 



When I said something about this to Miss Margie, she gave a grin and said: 



"I guess, Miss Emma, I just wanted to prove they have none of them been gelded, which of course would tend to make them less aggressive. Everything you see if the result of my training methods!" 



Anyway, this decision seemed very popular with the majority of guests, as you can imagine! 



I suggested to Auntie that the ponies should all be branded as hers, since that is what they are her property isn't it? She looked at me in surprise and said that the idea had simply never occurred to her. Well Auntie, I said with a very serious look on my face, it is something you should consider. After all, you do not want to lose part of your herd of slaves to slave rustlers, do you know? And then of course I cracked up, just could not keep a straight face. We had a good laugh about it. But Auntie decided, joke or no joke, to do it anyway! Isn't that brilliant? I've only been here a week and already I am contributing! 



After the dressage display, the ponies were tethered for closer inspection. Many girls were quite uninhibited in their examination, using not only eyes but hands as well. I joined in, it seemed in the spirit of the day. This fondling seemed to be enjoyed by the ponies. At least, those who were not already rock- hard soon were. Helped along in some cases (wink, wink)!