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Trained for Charity
(Faye Valentine)

Given permission to speak freely and candidly, Ponygirl Kayla and Mistress Millie bounced ideas off of each other like longtime business partners as they fleshed out the details of Ebonwood's newest yearly event which, if things went according to plan, would happen in just five short months. Kayla concentrated her efforts on making things as fair for those being auctioned. Millie did the same for bidders and Ranch alike. In the end, the terms were set at twenty-five percent going to the one being auctioned, twenty-five percent going to Ebonwood to cover fees and other expenses and the remaining fifty going to five different charities in equal amounts. In exchange, each person being auctioned agreed to fulfill a one-year contract to their new owner in accordance with thir limits which is to be filled out beforehand.

"I think that went rather well," Millie said as she sat back in her chair. "You and I make a good team."

"I think so too, Mistress. Honestly, I thought it was going to take days to get anywhere so that we finished in just a few hours is nothing short of a minor miracle."

"Very true. And to celebrate I think I'm going to personally take over the rest of your training. You'll still live in nine-six-nine, but instead of joining the others in the open-air training grounds after breakfast you'll join me here in my office. Is that understood?"

"Yes Mistress. And thank you, I'm truly honored."

You've been a ponygirl for seven months now. Is that correct?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Great, then that means you've been trained to carry riders so instead of meeting me here after breakfast you'll come to my home and carry me to the office where we'll share breakfast before training begins. Is that understood?"

"Yes Mistress." 

"How's the hand feeling?"

"Much better, Mistress. Would you like me to give you a ride home?"

"As much as I'd love that, I gave you the day off from crawling around on all fours. I will, however take you home for an evening of fun if you think you're up for it."

"He stepped on my hand, not my entire body, Mistress. That is to say, god yes I' m up for anything you wish to do with me, limits be damned."

"I'd be careful what you say, pony, or you might regret the outcome."

"Do I still have permission to speak freely and candidly, Mistress?"

"You do."

"Thank you, Mistress. Let's face it, it might say on paper that we're being trained as submissives, but talked to enough graduates and seen plenty enough for myself to know you're actually training sex slaves. And that's fine by me, but let's not pretend otherwise. After all, of the thirty or so graduates I've talked to in the years leading up to me finally being accepted into the program none of them had limits when they left. And in the seven months I've been here several of mine have been eradicated under the guise of basic submissive training and I have no doubt the rest will follow in the months to come. Can you prove me wrong? Can you prove to me that you're not training sex slaves?"