The Mistress of Chatsford Manor

by

Donna Dee and Karen-Anne Summerfield

© February 2004

Part III

Erica's Training

 

I don't know when I last screamed as loudly as I did when Dr. Vaughan and her nurse heaved on the laces in my new corset – agony isn't the word for it. Madison's cane and crop were a pleasure by comparison. However, when I found they had squeezed just over four inches off my previous waist measurement I couldn't help, but feel proud, and I said so.

"Don't be too cocky, Erica, I want at least four more inches off before I'll be satisfied – and I am not joking either."

I stood in front of the long mirror in her office with my hands on my hips, sashayed to the far end of her office and did my impersonation of a pirouette; Dr. Vaughan and the nurse laughed hysterically, but it felt good to me. My dress was now very loose in the middle, of course, but the tightness had forced a little of my flesh up towards my eagerly anticipated bust and down towards my soon to be rounded hips.

"That will not be removed or loosened for any reason whatsoever, until I look at again on Thursday at which time it will be tightened still more. You have ample room to perform your ablutions. It will get easier with time, especially if you don't eat too much," said Dr. Vaughan.

"Now then, your tutor will be here tomorrow at half past nine, so report to me fifteen minutes before that. You will spend the next three days with her and all next week with your sister, apart from your daily appointments with the nurse and myself. Good luck."

I went with nurse Redwood to the first aid room where she showed me an easier way to walk than the longish masculine strides I'd been trying to take – it was certainly less painful and she gave me a tablet to take before I went to bed that night to help me sleep.

Before going home I was sent for a new uniform that would fit and told to return my original next day –after all it had hardly been used. They also took a full set of measurements for what they called my public outfits, but wouldn't elaborate any further.

*****

The next day, Tuesday, I duly reported to the nurse at nine fifteen, though for the life of me I cannot remember what she talked to me about. I went to my designated classroom before the nine-thirty deadline to meet my tutor. She was a much, much younger person than I would have expected to be doing private schooling, early twenties at most, but she seemed to know her stuff. The first day was to be mathematics, hardly my favourite subject, and she began by giving me a short test and from that she decreed that whilst I wasn't too bad, I was way behind the standards of the Catholic school. We each had an identical book and went through it page by page as she explained away the problems I had, clearly and concisely, then made me repeat, verbally, the correct way to approach each problem. She made it all sound so simple and, like a fool, I told her so. Later that afternoon, she tested me again and this time I got ninety five percent correct; I was thrilled!

Guess what? – She was on a line because I'd got one wrong in twenty. Speaking softly and smiling nicely throughout, she said that she demanded perfection and perfection was what she would have. For homework, I was to read the book again, all the way through, time after time for the next two days and then sit another, longer test on Friday. The pass mark would again be one hundred percent and failure would mean punishment. I was not looking forward to Friday.

On Wednesday, I again reported to nurse Redwood, ostensibly to have my corset checked before going to class, I was slowly getting used to it. I curtseyed to Miss Stevens who wished me good morning and handed me a copy of David Copperfield. This was to be the basis of my English lit exam in four weeks time. I smiled and remarked something to the effect of learning it off by heart, to which she replied, "Of course, Erica, why else would I have let you have it for four whole weeks?"

As previously we read it together, some parts aloud, and she tested me from time to time throughout the day. I had never read any of Dickens works before, I had always found them hard work, but with Miss Stevens to help me through the harder passages, I started to enjoy it. Thursday it was European history, British Kings and Queens, that sort of thing, and even though I liked this subject, I was hopeless as far as she was concerned. She expected me to know the name of every monarch since the first millennium complete with dates by Monday week, and no errors!

Friday morning was spent with the nurse and Dr. Vaughan where I was released from my corset, bathed and then tied in again even tighter. To assist in their efforts, I had to hold my arms above my head and I honestly thought I'd been encased in plaster of Paris when they'd done. I was, however, an inch and a half thinner. After a light lunch, I sat the exam Miss Stevens had threatened me with, one hundred mathematical problems to be completed in two hours or less. I realise now that they were not really difficult, but at the time I was as nervous as could be. Before I started, she had held my hands in hers and told me she knew I could do it, to relax and everything would be all right. To my amazement, and I suspect to hers as well, I got them all correct.

Dr. Vaughan had wanted to know if mum was smoking the cigarettes; she was, and was actually helping me to become more feminine. All in all, it had been a wonderful week.

For all it had been strenuous, mentally as well as suffering the restrictions of the corset, I still went in on Saturday morning. My new dress was clearly noticed by Sonia and Susan, as well as by the supervisors, but no comments were made. I left after lunch, walked into town and strolled around the shops wearing my coat to cover my uniform dress. I waved to Mum, she beckoned me over and suggested that we have boil in the bag cod and mashed potatoes that evening in view of my diet; at least she was trying. I bought some from the supermarket and I had prepared dinner by the time Mum got home.

"I am beginning to like you as a girl, Erica, at least you work a damn sight harder than you did before."

I was still wearing my uniform dress; those that Alison had helped me buy were too big already. After dinner, mum fetched a dress she wore sometimes, ankle length and fairly straight for she was almost painfully thin, and helped me into it. Having no bust as yet, it fitted me well and I felt great as mum fluffed up my hair a bit and said I looked great. We sat to watch 'Millionaire', as usual. I found I could rattle off a lot more answers than previously, and mum was quite impressed. There had been no more talk of her giving up smoking, by the way, and I noticed her help herself to just one from Dr. Vaughan's packet during the evening. Whatever was in them was keeping her happy, that was for sure.

I was quite bored on Sunday and my reading David Copperfield drew comments from my mother to the effect that I was getting to be a proper swat.

Monday came round of course, it just seemed it never would. I reported to the nurse before going on to spend the next few days with Alison. Nurse Redwood took the opportunity to remind me that my sister was a mistress now and that she was a stickler for the rules. She gave me an envelope containing a card to present to Alison in the event she decided to punish me – it merely warned her that I had received important injections in my posterior and that punishment in this region should be minimal or, preferably, avoided altogether. Why she had to add that the doctor had no objection to my being caned on my legs I do not know, I thought she was on my side. As I made to go to my sister's office she shouted out, "Don't forget to curtsey, Erica."

I think I would have forgotten – the doctor and the nurse didn't demand it and neither had my tutor, though I was to discover that this was an oversight on her part and that she had been reprimanded afterwards.

Curtseying in that corset was far from easy. I had made up my mind to perform a full drop and bow my head, but I got stuck half way down and couldn't get up. I could hardly believe it when I heard Alison laughing as she came to give me a hand up, but just as suddenly she was all business again.

"I have just been told that you are to be here on a full time basis and to that end I must congratulate you. I also understand your transformation has commenced; obviously you will be delighted by that too. Dr. Vaughan has told me that you have agreed to undergo the testing of several drugs and that the one you had on Friday was a success. Do you know what it was for?"

"No, Mistress, I wasn't aware I had taken anything other than a pain killer to help me sleep in this corset."

"Then we had better ignore that until we know what is going on; why can't I cane your bottom?"

"I had two injections of oestrogen – I think it was, Mistress."

"Well, I don't see that as a problem – you'd best be sure you behave then, hadn't you?

"Your official position is now, 'management trainee'. Don't get excited, you have no authority over anyone except the slaves, though I understand your training is to be accelerated to enable you to do useful work as soon as possible. How did your first session with the school teacher go?"

"I scored nine-five percent in the afternoon test Mistress.

"Good for you."

"With respect, the tutor wasn't pleased; she expected a maximum."

"Then you had best ensure you deliver, hadn't you. Come now, I will show you around my part of the building."

Alison was dressed in the same black uniform she wore on Saturday, her hair was severely brushed back and her makeup bold. Her whip was coiled on her belt and she carried a braided riding crop. We went down in a lift to a basement I didn't even know existed. This seemed to be divided into four rooms joined by a corridor, none of the rooms had windows, of course. She strode majestically into the first room where everybody, including the instructor and the four guards, plus the twenty or so slaves all dropped into a curtsey. Rising and walking towards Alison, the instructor curtseyed again and waited for permission to continue. Once given, the slaves continued what I can only describe as rigorous physical training at a rate that would have creased me had I tried to emulate it.

There was a sudden crack of a small whip followed by a scream from one of the slaves as the guard shouted, "Work you bitch, work."

Alison smiled at the guard and said to me, "Never let up on them, Erica, work them until they drop and then whip them again for stopping."

I squirmed inwardly, anxious not to let my sister see the contempt I held her in just at that moment. Surely it wasn't necessary to be quite so cruel as that?

In the second room all the slaves were pedalling exercise bicycles that showed their speed and mileage on digital screens above their heads. Here, long whips snaked out to flick the legs of those not going fast enough, none seemed to be badly hurt, but the touch of that whip inspired even greater effort. It had been made clear that the three slowest would get no lunch. In room three, all were lying on their backs and keeping a heavy medicine ball rotating with their feet, but it was in the last room that I had the biggest shock.

All the inmates in this room were attractive girls with extremely long hair, some blonde, others brunette and copper coloured. They were all nicely made up and had large, naked busts. All seemed very tall and it took me a moment to realise they were all wearing ballet slippers and walking around en pointe. Not just walking, they were running to order either flat foot or en pointe, doing high kicks and extended sprints in which their knees had to bend a full, ninety degrees parallel to the floor or feel more than just a tickle of the whip on their naked thighs.

I was glad to return upstairs. When we arrived at Alison's office, I waited for her to speak, but no comment was forthcoming. Alison sat at her desk and made some entries in a book while I remained standing, perhaps not quite to attention, but not far off.

"Did you check your makeup before coming to see me today, Erica?"

"No, Mistress."

"Why was that?"

"Because I was nearly late for my appointment, Mistress. Is there something wrong with it?" I asked, nervously.

"No, it is quite well done, actually, but this is the second time in a week you have almost been late. You do realise the penalty if ever you are late, I hope."

"Yes, mistress."

"Then see to it that you are not, 'almost late', again this month or you will be punished for that." I realised that Alison had been informed of my tardiness on Saturday as well. It seemed a trifle unfair to be punished for almost making a mistake. "It shows a lack of courtesy if you do not look perfect when you present yourself to one of your mistresses. Makeup can easily become smudged, sometimes without your knowing; why else do you suppose that women always look in the mirror before they do anything or go anywhere?"

Alison smiled, "Let us go to lunch, shall we?"

I rushed to open and close the doors for her as she strode purposefully and somewhat arrogantly towards the canteen. Alison made her selection from the menu, but my choice was restricted to the diet menu approved by the doctor. Rabbit's food! I was still hungry and it must have shown in my eyes as I gazed at my sisters sweet, so she placed six Rusk like biscuits in front of me.

"You may eat those, Erica; they are approved eating for those on a diet."

I hesitated, wondering if I ought to or not. "That was not a request, Erica, eat them!"

The bite size biscuits looked unappetising, but tasted surprisingly good. What was more, they were very satisfying. "Get used to these, you may be restricted to nothing else for a few weeks soon. Drink as much water with them, as you wish."

After lunch, Alison took me back to her office – a spacious room that emphasised her position within the organisation. "You are in luck today, Erica. In a few minutes I shall be interviewing a commercial client who's wife wants him trained to be a sissy maid. She has tried unsuccessfully to make him obey her every wish and has asked me if I can make him do as he is told. I interviewed her last week and it is obvious to me where she is going wrong and so I am going to keep him here for a week or two and turn him into a submissive sex slut. You may sit quietly in the corner while I talk with him and give him his first serious whipping, but you must not speak or even gasp. His wife knows exactly what I intend to do and totally approves, as I said she wants him sissified and that's what she will get."

I sat where I was told to and a few minutes later the wife came in, dragging her husband with a chain attached to a metal collar. His chest was bare and just a thong covered his privates. The wife smiled at Alison who looked at the man with contempt in her eyes. "Kneel!" she thundered. The man eased himself down far too slowly for Alison's liking and her short whip raised a welt across his back. He got down much quicker as Alison hissed "When I say kneel, you drop to your knees like a stone, understood?"

"Yes ma'am."

The whip cut another weal. "I am your mistress, sonny boy, got that? I am your mistress! Remember it. If you forget again I will give you fifty lashes. What am I?"

"You are my mistress, Mistress," he sobbed.

Indicating the man's wife she then asked him – "And who is this?"

"She is my wife, Mistress."

The whip cut home again. "Wrong! This lady is also your mistress and will assume control of you when I have finished. Very well, you will now be taken to your cell where you will dress correctly and put on your makeup perfectly, do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"When you have done so, return here for my inspection – you will earn five demerits for every fault I find to be totalled arithmetically. Each demit equals a stroke of the cane on your bare arse and thighs every day for a week. You will be placed in bondage for the first three days or until you learn total obedience. If needs be, your mistress will allow me to keep you here indefinitely, but be warned, we guarantee our success – you will be the sissy slut your wife requires or we will fetch you back, and if you think the next few weeks are bad you'd better not need to come back. Are you in agreement with that, Mistress Jeanette?"

"I certainly am, Mistress Alison."

"Good, now get out of my sight, slut, until you look presentable."

All in all, that was the most vicious display of power I had ever seen – it scared me even more than it scared the man – or did it? All the resistance had vanished from his eyes when was he hurried out, escorted by two guards.

"Well then, Jeanette, I think you can be assured he will comply with my wishes very quickly. What you must remember when you get him back, is that you must start the way I did; hurt him, humiliate him and never let up. Give me a call in ten days and I hope I will be able to show you a big improvement in his behaviour."

When she had gone, Alison smiled at me and said, "Did you realise I could be that hard, Erica?" I replied that I did not.

"You may report back to the medical centre now, I cannot spare the time to finish your lesson today. Your schedule allows you to be with me all this week, but I imagine a whole day will be almost impossible – I work harder than anyone else and you won't want to see what I shall do to that jerk if he isn't perfect when he returns. Do not be taken in by the fact that Dr. Vaughan has taken a personal interest in you and do not be deceived by her, Erica; she may seem to be charming and casual, but she is anything but. Upset her and watch your step for ever more."

Back at the surgery, I knocked, entered and curtseyed to the nurse. She laughed uproariously. "You don't have to curtsey, Erica, not to the doctor, or me unless Madison or your sister is about. Who on earth said you should?"

"No one, it was implied that I should, that's all."

"Then I will bet next week's wages it was your sister; I'll wager she told you not to trust either of us as well."

I was stuck for a reply and it must have showed on my face for a few seconds, but that was enough. Nurse Redwood nodded, "I see I was right; it doesn't matter, no harm has been done. Now just listen to me because I will never say this again, there is a degree of rivalry between them ever since you sister discovered that Dr. Vaughan was a co-director, a share holder, and is therefore equal to Madison, or at least more equal than she is. Right, end of conversation, I never said a word."

Two minutes later I was stripped and relaxed for the first time in three days. The nurse washed my body, dried it with a cloth, warm air and then talcum powder before the pair of them set about squeezing even more of me away.

Lessons continued on a daily basis for the next six weeks, some with my sister, others not, and covered every subject I could think of from deportment, dress sense, hair management, makeup, hygiene and personal fitness, as well as, academics and the subjects to do with my employment. I spent regular time in the various underground keep-fit rooms and in the punishment room that had been my introduction to Madison's, I learned to cane and whip numerous padded dummies.

I spent time in bondage and, with various guards and keep-fit instructors I pumped iron and pedalled the exercise bikes vigorously; I also did my share of standing exercises; mimicking the efforts of the slaves though for much shorter periods.

After about six weeks, I realised that I had been aware of an itch in my chest for a few days, but had thought nothing of it until Holly, (nurse Redwood) noticed me rubbing it. She at once called through, "Ronni, I think it's titty inspection time!" Obviously I was not on first name terms with Dr. Vaughan and this was the first time I'd heard Holly use an abbreviation of her name, but we three seemed so relaxed together. I was measured again on the laser machine and they proudly announced that my chest had grown by a full inch! I told them my nipples itched the most and Holly showed me how to rub in some yellow coloured cream even though it was not something on which I expected to need a lesson. It was, however, very soothing and pleasant, but I rather suspect that Holly enjoyed it almost as much as me.

By the time October came round my bust was developing nicely – at least an A cup, possibly AA, and this prompted mother to get me a new bra to push them up even more. Dr. Vaughan and mother had become good friends; they had gone out to dinner together on a couple of occasions that I knew of.

A couple of months later, it was a Tuesday I remember and a lovely autumn morning, when I was told by the gatekeeper to report to Dr. Vaughan. I went to her at once. "Get down to the wardrobe and get changed, Erica, you and I are going for a drive." I knew better than to ask where we were going, but the seamstress said that in that outfit, it was almost certainly going to be a ride to the stables. Could she possibly mean the ponygirl stables?

My heavy dress was floor-length and very full; it covered a pair of knee length leather boots with a four-inch heel and no fewer than five full-length petticoats. Even my underwear was in period. The linen material was new to me and had a silky touch, but thicker and heavier than I was accustomed to. The dress was a blue grey paisley design that buttoned up my back to a high, semi-stiff collar about my neck with ecru lace trim and had long puffed sleeves. I was whisked in to the hairdresser who abandoned the slave she was working on and quickly brushed my hair back and up into a tight bun. She then re-did my makeup and placed a wide brimmed hat on my head, tying it underneath with a bow and lowered a net veil before my face. I thought I looked rather like Sally Ann Howe in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. Rejoining Dr. Vaughan I found she was dressed in a style similar to myself

There was a Lexus and an attractive, uniformed chauffeuse waiting for us; she curtseyed as we got into her car. As this was the first time I'd ever worn Victorian costume, need I say I didn't manage my skirts all that well? This was not lost on Dr. Vaughan, she causally commented, " Skirt management will be added to your curriculum." Minutes later, we were through the gate on our way towards the motorway.

"Get used to such attire, Erica. Madison requires it of senior staff where we are going," she added when I displayed my frustration trying, unsuccessfully, to arrange my cumbersome skirts about my legs. Wisely, I stopped fussing and kept quiet, but could only sit uncomfortably with a stiff erect posture. The doctor indicated the parasol we both carried.

"Carry this open when we are outside, but not in the car."

"Why do I need a brolly, Doctor? It's a beautiful day," I questioned, which caused her to giggle.

"It's a parasol, silly. Use it to shade your face." I wondered why I needed it in addition to the large wide brimmed hat I already wore, but didn't ask another stupid question.

"Erica, you have probably guessed where we are going, but in case you haven't, we are going to the stables," Dr. Vaughan began. "You probably won't know anyone and it is unlikely anyone will know you, so act like the mistress you are to be and demonstrate an air of authority to all the staff and ponygirls even though you are not fully aware of the procedures.

"We will leave my car at the gate where we will be met by my personal ponygirls and gig since, as you should know, motorised vehicles are not permitted beyond that point. They will take us to the stables proper, a journey of almost three miles that they will cover very quickly. Keep in mind, they will have already run from the stables down to the gate and will be required to take us on a tour of the stables before taking us back to the gate and you will see why they have to be fit.

"Pay attention to details, everything should be perfect, so comment accordingly if you observe something that is not. You will be shown several types of ponygirls, the favoured few, such as Madison's, Alison's and my private teams, the racing ponygirls, the show ponygirls and those that pull passenger carts. Further down the scale, you may see freight ponygirls, and possibly the farm animals, but we won't talk about those today. You will see how they feed and drink, where and how they sleep and you may be lucky enough to see some of the newer ones that have just come down from the school being kitted out, ringed and shod. I hope you will enjoy it and be able to answer my questions later."

With that said, the car entered the gate to the estate. The chauffeuse parked and jumped out to attend the door.

"Mind your skirts, Miss Erica," her gloved hand brushed them through the door. Instantly, I was aware that this servant was mindful of details I should have been attending to. Though I had used the Internet to find some ponygirl farms where, it seemed, people just played at it, this stable was for real and the sight that greeted me was startling. In the drive, was a white and gold, light four-wheeled carriage, with a canopy and the much sung about fringe round the top. Though it wasn't quite like the surrey used in the film Oklahoma, it was gorgeous and looked fit for royalty. But it was the ponygirls that really caught my eye. They looked like twins – I learned later that the proper description was that they were a, 'matched pair'. I will try to describe them, but really you needed a picture to do justice to their beauty.

They were standing absolutely still between the shafts of the carriage and, to the top of their heads, must have measured twenty hands. As I said, they were identical in every detail; long exceptionally thick strawberry blonde manes parted in the middle and brushed down over their ears and a plume of three ostrich feathers that appeared to grow out of their foreheads. Their faces were perfectly made up, with their reins fixed to their bits and to large hoops in their ears. An even larger ring went through the centre of their noses from which a chain ran down into their mouths. They had very large breasts with their nipples pierced and bore silver bells on the rings therein. Their mouths were closed around their bits so those must have been flat where they crossed their teeth.

They wore a heavily ringed, very tight corset around their waists with chains attached from them to each other and to the shafts of the carriage. As was the rest of their tack, these were bight pink leather. In contrast, their black latex suits had holes cut to expose their arse, fanny and breasts. They could eliminate their waste when necessary. The doctor pointed out that their bare arses were where they felt the whip if the driver deemed that necessary.

Most startling, was that each sported a long tail, matching their manes that seemed to actually grow from the base of their spines. These nearly touched the ground and didn't just lie still, but swished about.

As I tried to reason this out, I saw a fly land on the cheek of one. I know I gasped with amazement when I watched her tail flick to bush it off. "Don't be startled Erica," Dr. Vaughan said, "you've much to learn yet about ponygirls."

The ponygirls' long muscular legs ended in a hoof boots, (that was what I'd been told they were called) meaning they were almost on tiptoe with hard composite hooves and real iron shoes nailed to their bases. Instinctively, their heads tried to turn to see who the strangers were that had come to their stables, but their blinkers and straps between the back of their corsets and bridles prevented that.

Miranda, dressed in white blouse, cream britches, both of tight shiny latex, was the designated driver and said, "Do you wish to drive them back, Mistress?" Her feet also bore hooves and I saw her bare cheeks evinced a recent application of leather.

"No, not this trip. We are in a bit of a hurry today," she continued, winking at me.

"Hello, Samantha, hello, Tabitha," Dr. Vaughan greeted her ponygirls. "How are my darlings this lovely day?" Seeming to not expect any answer, she climbed aboard, helped me to mount and sat by me then told the driver to get us back as quickly as she could."

"Yes, Mistress." She saw that we were seated comfortably as she took her place in the front - whip in hand. "Leaving now then, Mistress," she called out and cracked her whip in the air above their heads. The carriage was well sprung and surprisingly comfortable though my tight corset was anything but.

Where the ground was fairly flat, the ponygirls began to pull gently at first as they took up the weight and then, with their hooves in perfect time, began to gather speed. Although they ran flat out for some time, they were nevertheless encouraged to go even faster by occasional flicks of the driver's whip gently landing on their bums, but understandably, slowed on the hills. They were intentionally slowed in readiness for the ninety-degree turn into the lane leading to the stable by Miranda tensioning their reins and then into the enclosure around the stable itself. The pair trotted up to the doorway where they were stopped. It must have been the novelty of the transport that made it seem almost dangerously fast and totally exhilarating.

The stable mistress was waiting to greet us and gave the expected curtsey. "Good morning, Jennipher," greeted Dr. Vaughan as she dismounted and fondled the breasts of both ponygirls, an action they obviously enjoyed.

"Tend to them, Miranda; we shall stroll around their stables, take lunch and then we will want a tour round the grounds. I want to return to the car at three fifteen."

Miranda curtseyed and went about her work, fondling both ponygirls breasts briefly before she did so. They made a peculiar sound through their noses as she did so.

Dr. Vaughan raised her parasol and reminded that I should do the same; it felt a little awkward at first, but I'm sure we made a pretty olde-worlde couple strolling in the sunshine towards the long row of stables. For a moment I thought that, had there been snow on the ground, it would have made a beautiful picture for a Christmas card.

The stables were two, two-story blocks, and I was told that each level had fifty stalls. Idly and rather stupidly, I wondered how the ponygirls climbed the ladders, but fortunately didn't pose that question before Dr. Vaughan said that that the stable girls, grooms and trainers slept over their charges on the floor above

She was most concerned with the stalls of her own ponygirls and showed these to me. Hers were each housed in a box about six feet square that totally lacked amenities. She checked their feed boxes and their water, "Always ensure their water is perfectly clean, Erica. Think how you would like it." As she checked that their straw was clean, I noticed in their feed boxes were some of the same biscuits Alison had given me the other week and I asked if this was their regular diet.

"It is indeed; it is nourishing and satisfying, full of the vitamins they need and very good for them. They all get them, except those who are idle, including the grooms. Care to try one? They are delicious I can assure you."

I took one and tried to pop it into my mouth only to be blocked by my veil. "Mistress Alison gave me some the other lunch time – and yes, I quite liked them." I raised the veil enough to place the biscuit to my lips. "Wouldn't want them every day though."

"If you were a ponygirl, my dear, they would seem like a luxury compared to what you might get elsewhere; you'd be glad of them in fact. I devised the recipe myself to give them the maximum nourishment; no other stables treat their stock as well as we do. And we are repaid in kind; did you notice how long it took to get here from the car?" I confirmed that I had.

"Well, just think about it, they ran about a mile in six minutes. It's no record by Olympic standards, but those athletes aren't pulling a carriage over hilly ground with three aboard, tightly corseted or running on their toes in hoof boots. Mind too, the ponygirls have run at least six miles, so far, this morning."

"You mentioned the racing ponygirls, Doctor, how fast are they?" I asked.

"A good pair can pull the trap and driver around a one mile flat track in four minutes fifty, Erica." I was impressed and realized why Miss Stevens had included track records in my lessons. Roger Banister of Exeter and Merton Colleges, Oxford, had been the first man to run the mile in under four minutes in May 1954. She'd not said if a woman had accomplished that feat.

Dr. Vaughan closed and latched the door to the stall. Just then, I glanced through the doorway to see a wooden cart some twelve feet long, piled high with bales of straw that was being pulled by eight ponygirls. The driver's whip cracked about their buttocks the whole while. These working mares had the same long manes and tails as the pair who'd pulled our carriage, but theirs were matted and looked dirty. Their corsets and tack were of plain brown leather and lacked any adornment.

These mares all had several red welts on their bums from the driver's whip. Outside the stable, the grooms and stable hands quickly unloaded the cart and they were urged on their way to collect another load. Dr. Vaughan mentioned that they were hosed down after each day's work, but since they would never fetch much money, no time is wasted on their grooming beyond what was needed to keep them healthy.

"Remember this, Erica, our enterprise and profits come from the sale of livestock and other slaves – without them, we'd not have a farthing to our names."

"You are telling me that while we beat them, we still must assure that we do not damage the merchandise. I understand, Doctor." She smiled and nodded.

We took a delightful lunch served by pretty, uniformed maids in the mansion, a building normally only used by the directors and visiting buyers, though Jennipher, as head stable mistress, also had a small room there along with the household and office staff. As she strode around the yard in those hoof boots that looked impossible to wear, giving out her orders and hurrying people up, I couldn't help but question why she wore them; surely she was above the rest of the staff.

"Yes indeed, but Jennipher is as much a slave as the rest of them, Erica. Furthermore, they are quite a bit more practical then the heels on our boots.

"So how did she get this job?" I asked timidly.

"You saw for yourself some of the slaves in training when you went round with Mistress Alison, each group being a few days behind the next in their training schedule. Right at the start we can usually spot the slaves who will never be strong enough to be a really good ponygirl and it is therefore pointless training them to the same standard. But we also need grooms, trainers, stable maids, or stable cunts, as they are sometimes called, and certain people are marked down for this kind of work. Jennipher had obvious talents that made her suitable to be a leader and so she was trained and tested for this job. She is a genetic girl and the only one there that gets paid. The trainers and grooms are for sale, the same as the ponygirls and good ones fetch nearly as much as their charges."

"You mean they all work for nothing?" I asked, incredulously.

"Not at all, true that they receive no wages, but they are fed, get clothed and have somewhere warm and dry to sleep. We take good care of them and provide full medical attention, if they are sick. They will never have their freedom and are therefore our responsibility. In any case, it is better to be a ponygirl here than sleeping in the streets where many came from."

"Before Alison was here full time, she told me the ponygirls were the lowest of the low and to avoid them like the plague, yet you are saying they are selected first, or did I misunderstand something?

"Those ponygirls you saw pulling the hay cart are almost the lowest of the low, as you describe them, there is one more step down they can take if we cannot sell them to the salt mines. When we accept a new intake, we separate those who have been sent by their existing owners for training. Next, we take the more intelligent and train them for jobs as maids and flunkies for the aristocracy and those for export – all very good money earners. What we have left are scheduled for the ponygirl farm and they are subsequently divided, as I told you just now."

"So can the ponies be moved up or down depending on how they work?"

"Yes, of course. I spotted Samantha's and Tabitha's potential early on, but had they been obstreperous at all, they would have been placed on general duties even though they are incredibly beautiful. Similarly, hard working ponygirls can be groomed for better posts – though to be a director's pair is about as high as they can climb. Stable cunts can become stable maids, maids can become grooms, and grooms can become trainers, senior trainers, assistant stable mistresses, and even stable mistress. They are not all genetic girls by the way, but a lot of them are."

After lunch, we resumed our tour aboard the carriage. The grounds were massive. I was shown ponygirls on exercise machines called, 'hot walkers', pulling a wide variety of vehicles from racing traps to one team of sixteen pulling a large, heavily laden wagon. We even passed one field where four were hitched to a hay rake and another team plodded behind them dragging the baler.

By then, we had finished our tour and I thought we were about to say goodbye to Jennipher she asked me, somewhat impertinently as I thought at the time, if I had enjoyed my visit.

*****

I replied that I had. The truth was, I absolutely loved it and I now knew my ambition within Madison's organisation, and that was to be the mistress in charge here at the mansion. Samantha and Tabitha seemed even more anxious to please, as they ran flat out taking us back to the gate in what Miranda said was probably their best ever time. I had not been looking at my watch because there were so many things I wanted to discuss with Dr. Vaughan. At the end of the journey, as we both fondled the ponygirls breasts and gently pulled on their nipple rings, they made a whinnying sort of sound and seemed sad that we should go. We acknowledged Miranda's curtsey and that of the chauffeuse before setting off for home. "Take them back gently, Miranda," the doctor called, as we entered the car, "they've worked well today."

Dr. Vaughan easily got me to admit that I'd like nothing better than to be the mistress in charge at the stables and I briefly outlined my plans for making our own carriages, opening a tack shop, and operating a taxi service in the nearest town. I said I would like to open a driving school and rent out traps and ponygirls by the hour or day, but she had doubts that the girls might be abused or treated cruelly by inexperienced drivers. She said she had no objection to a ponygirl being whipped by a driver if it was merited, or if it was the driver's property, but casual people hiring them from us could conceivably go over the top.

I told her how much I had enjoyed my day and hoped we could do it again soon and she felt sure we could. Turning the questioning around she asked me about my father. I had never known him, of course, and mother totally refused to discuss him.

"The less you know about him the better your lives will be," mother had said whenever the subject came up. I had noticed that my mother and Dr. Vaughan had started to meet up quite frequently, most Thursday evenings, as a matter of fact, it seemed that mother was no more forthcoming to her new friend than she was to us. I would have done literally anything the doctor asked of me, betrayed any confidence, so grateful was I for the help she was giving me, but I had nothing to tell her. I did wonder why it was important to her, but the truth never entered my head.

*****

Before I realised it, I had been at Madison's for over eighteen months and exam time was not far off. The catholic school was renowned for its high standards and it was customary for the brightest students to take their 'A' levels at sixteen. To my surprise, but not to the doctor or Holly Redwood, I was entered for mine. My training at Madison's had continued much as before, but with my schooling taking precedence. My tutor was 'satisfied', she'd said with my progress, and hoped I might not let her down, but knowing how generous she could be with her praises, I interpreted this to mean that she was delighted and had every confidence I could do it.

What pleased me most, however, was that I now had a very respectable B cup bust while the corset and diet had reduced my waist to a natural twenty inches. My makeup technique was nigh on perfect as was my deportment and dress sense. I felt totally feminine in every possible way, except for that tiny appendage between my thighs that was a constant irritation to me. Still, it wouldn't be long now

Two months before my birthday, exams all but over, I was summoned to see Madison at two fifteen in her suite. The doctor and Alison were already there and I curtseyed to the three of them individually – performing my curtseys very deeply and quite perfectly that brought smiles to their otherwise stern faces. "Sit down, Erica, we need to talk informally for a few minutes."

"Alison, you first, please tell me how things are between you and your mother?"

"You will know, Madam, that I have continued to live here, but I have called at home about once a month, ('liar' I thought, 'three monthly at best') and we are back on good terms".

"I am pleased to hear that." Turning her face to me she asked, "Erica, how does your mother feel now about your transgendering?"

"It hasn't been mentioned for some time, Madam; As I have worn female clothes ever since I came here and my breasts are coming along nicely it would seem that Mother has accepted the inevitable and I've not wanted to rock the boat." They all chuckled at this.

"And you, Veronica, what is your assessment of Mrs. Alexander's willingness for Erica to continue on her chosen path, bearing in mind that she has signed a legally binding contract giving you permission to proceed with the surgery when she is sixteen in a few weeks time."

"I feel sure that if I asked her, she would agree to bring the date forward, if that's what you want, Madam."

"I'd like to think you are right, but then again she might not agree and I have my reasons for wanting to get started without further delay. Whether she agrees or not isn't important really, just as long as you do as you're told." Madison looked the doctor in the eye and raised a questioning eyebrow.

"Whatever you say, Madam."

"Erica, you have no wish to change your mind, have you?" Madison continued.

"No, Madam, I most certainly have not."

"Excellent. I can see that your physical changes are proceeding steadily, what is your bust measurement now?"

"I am a thirty-two, B cup, Madam."

"Not big enough. Veronica, can you boost them without causing alarm?"

"If you mean without asking her mother and bearing her stature in mind, a double C cup would be about the maximum at the present time, but I don't see why Mrs. Alexander should make a fuss; our agreement was only that SRS would not commence until she was sixteen."

"I am aware of that," Madison almost snapped back. "In view of the natural changes that have occurred as a result of the hormonal treatment, could you not push them to double D or even an E cup?"

I was surprised, that was much bigger than in my dreams and I wasn't too sure I wanted to look top heavy. Dr. Vaughan objected as well.

"Really, Madison, that would be out of proportion to the rest of her body; she'd look ridiculous."

"Not for what I want she wouldn't. Anyway, you could always take out some of the silicone later, couldn't you?"

"No, you know I can't, so stop trying to kid the girl. Ever since we started to inject the silicone as opposed to implants it has always been a permanent change, as you well know. There is a point where the skin starts to overstretch and that is where we must stop, in my judgement that would be about CC or D at the most. Ethically, as a medically qualified surgeon that is as far as I am prepared to go."

"Dr. Vaughan, may I remind you that even though you have an substantial investment in this business, you gave an undertaking to accept my orders on all matters and at all times. Erica has been trained here far longer than is strictly necessary – she is overqualified and it is high time we got a return on our investment. This is a business meeting not a medical one. Leaving the size of her breasts for one moment, how big a problem would it be for Erica to undergo surgery without her mother knowledge?"

"Given that no one told her and that Erica didn't get careless and allow her mother to notice that something was missing then it would not be difficult at all. I presume you merely wish me to remove her penis and provide an alternative means for her to urinate as opposed to any internal work, because if you want me to go the whole hog then a major operation would be required before she can have intercourse with a male. If visual femininity is all you require then it is a simple enough operation, but there would be some soreness for a few days until the wounds heal. These would be exacerbated by the urine itself, naturally."

"I understand. Can you not utilise one of those gadgets they fit on the geldings? Either way, visual SRS will serve my purpose. How much bed rest after you have wielded your scalpel?"

"A week should be plenty."

"Will your mother agree to this, Alison?

"I doubt she would actually ma'am, unless the good doctor used her magic."

"You mean some extra cigarettes?"

"Yes, if personal persuasion failed."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Perhaps the doctor should answer that question, Madam."

Madison ignored that comment. "What do you think, Erica?"

"I think that Dr. Vaughan could talk my mother into anything, even so I'd rather not risk it. I'd prefer to go ahead and keep it a secret, if that is your wish, until I am actually sixteen."

"You'd have to stay here for a week, how about that?"

"It might get a bit sticky, Madam, she still doesn't trust you completely; I don't believe she has quite forgiven you for Mistress Alison moving out yet. Whilst she seems to have accepted my choices, I believe it would upset her greatly were I to be away for any length of time, she would certainly want to know why. Am I at liberty to ask why the need to rush has arisen."

"No, you are not! Erica you are young, but I thought that at least you understood my orders are never to be questioned – isn't that right, Mistress Alison?

"Absolutely, Madam," said Alison respectfully.

"Since it is your body we are discussing, I have shown you the courtesy of allowing you to be present while we do so. That does not entitle you to question me. I will not forget this Erica."

"I am sorry, Madam."

"Then make no more silly remarks and just obey orders. What if I told her you were being sent on a training course for a month or so?"

"Possibly, Madam, but as I said before, I believe it would upset Mum greatly were I to be away for a few weeks at this time."

"What is so special about this particular time?"

"I believe it is called the change, Madam."

"I see; could we persuade your mother to take a holiday somewhere for a month?

"Does she play the Holiday Lottery?"

I chuckled, "I think everyone her age dreams of winning the Holiday Lottery, ma'am. Her dream is to visit Hawaii someday, but that, of course, is unlikely."

"Mistress Alison, tell Erica why we keep detailed records of all our clients, their likes and dislikes," Madison instructed.

"Yes, of course, Madam, we simply never know when it might come in useful."

"Quite." Madison made a note, consulted her list of private telephone numbers and punched a few digits into her phone. Madison left it in 'speaker' mode so we could all hear the conversation.

"National Lottery, Harrison Godwin speaking."

"Hello, my dear sissy Harriet."

"What the bloody…" he hissed.

"Shhh… Be a good girl now, Harriet. It's Madison Parke here. Now listen, Harriet, there's something I need you to do for your mistress.

*****

Angela Alexander didn't believe the telephone call she got from a man who claimed to be the famous television personality, Harrison Godwin, later that day, and she remained unconvinced until she had rung him back herself.

"I'm sorry to spring this on you, Mrs. Alexander, but these holidays have to be taken on the set dates. You were actually our third reserve, the first two we spoke to couldn't go, I do hope this is third time lucky, for both of us."

"Where did you say the holiday was at?"

"Hawaii, but you have to leave day after tomorrow."

"For how long?"

"Since this isn't one of our scheduled holidays then I will have to say from four to six weeks not including the air travel which is almost two days each way."

"And it is totally free?"

"It is; you even get a thousand pounds spending money."

"Then count me in – I'll arrange it somehow."

'Damn site easier than I did,' Harrison mumbled to himself as he put the phone down.

Angela rang Alison and told her the good news – she too had pretended to be sceptical at first and then thrilled for her mother. With what seemed to Erica like an evil glint in her eye, she assured her she would take good care of her sister.

Once more Madison addressed Erica. "Excellent; now there is no time to waste. Ring your mother about her win, say that Alison has told you and that you will be staying here at the school." I did as I was told.

"Right then Alison, and you doctor, let's get on with it. Her door opened and Holly Redwood came in with a tray of surgical instruments covered by a white cloth. Alison came around the front of her desk and, before I could protest my hands had been handcuffed behind my back. I tried to protest that force wasn't necessary, that I was more than willing to have the necessary surgery, but as I opened my mouth, a gag was inserted and painfully inflated.

"Come on, Doctor, do her breasts first then we'll take her to your clinic," said Alison, "I want to make sure you do them properly." My uniform blouse was quickly unbuttoned and Holly reached round to unclasp my bra.

"How would you know whether I was doing it properly or not, Alison?" asked Dr. Vaughan, selecting a small syringe and injecting a tiny amount of clear liquid into each of my breasts. Nurse Redwood then took up one of the biggest hypodermics I had ever imagined. It was filled with a thick, somewhat milky looking substance that was injected into the side of my left breast. My breast throbbed in pain as it began to swell. The right one soon matched it.

My dear sister snarled, "Put it all in, Dr. Vaughan – every last drop."

"That will be too much," the doctor protested and even Holly nodded her head.

"I am her guardian when Mum's not around, remember those forms we signed in the judge's chambers, or weren't you there. Either way just do it – Now."

Even so, Dr. Vaughan hesitated. "I said all of it, doctor!"

Dr. Vaughan mouthed the word 'sorry' to me as she obeyed Alison's order.

"Aureoles, Doctor!" Alison commanded. Smaller injections caused both to swell and harden.

Perhaps I passed out, I don't know, but I awoke in bed in the small room that passed as our infirmary. My hands were free, the gag removed. I touched my breasts, they felt like two party balloons filled with water and went every which way at the slightest touch. Dr. Vaughan was looking down at me. "Hush, my pretty, trust me," she whispered.

I realised Holly Redwood was standing on the other side of my bed and that they were both busying themselves with a syringe stuck into the outside of each breast, drawing off some of the liquid that had been injected. "If we can do this before it sets, you'll have the breasts you wanted and it will be too late to alter them, whatever that bitch of a sister says."

"Won't she notice?"

"The breasts always shrink once the substance hardens, or thickens perhaps I should say, and everyone is different, that's why we can never be sure exactly what size you will be when its finished. My guess is a DD cup – left as it was perhaps a double F or even a G."

"That would have been horrible!"

"Wouldn't it just. Wash this stuff away quickly, Holly.

"Just in case she pops in to see how you are. If she does, be asleep."

Next day when I got up, my seemingly huge breasts appeared perfectly natural to the touch, but I was unbalanced. They took a second and third look to get used to; they were certainly much bigger than Alison's, but a lot less than they might have been. Holly helped me into a sports bra with a layer of padding on the base. She then measured me and said that, with the padding, I was now an F cup, but that without the padding it would be a DD. They were still bigger than I expected, but they looked pretty good I thought. I decided I quite liked them.

Dr. Vaughan took a quick look at me and warned me that part one of my SRS would take place that afternoon and that there was nothing she could do to stop it. I smiled at her with all the heartfelt gratitude I could summon up.

"I don't want you to stop it, Doctor. I am absolutely delighted it's happening at last. What will you be doing?"

"Well, in its simplest terms, I shall open you up a little and shorten your penis at its root to create a clitoris, From your bladder and I'll reroute your urethra back to the surface where a grommet type of arrangement will allow you to pass water when necessary. It will be slower than you are used to, so you will need to be patient. I hope you have been wiping yourself these last few months instead of giving it a shake, because from now on it is essential that you do so, or the urine won't half sting your cut. Don't come to me if it does. You will be given ointments to minimize the problem, see that you use them."

"That's fine doctor. See you when it's over.

I was escorted back to Madison's office with the doctor and Holly to find my sister in her customary position behind her beloved leader.

Our eyes met, before I lowered my mine to avoid her penetrating stare. "What has been planned for you Erica, once you have had your operation later today, is to go to Chatsford Manor, not as a supervisor, but as a ponygirl." I was shocked. I'm sure my expression displayed this, but I'd been too well disciplined to blurt out a protest.

"This is a major departure from the norm and, as I have stated, will establish a precedent. After thorough deliberation with other senior staff, I believe it to be appropriate in your case. Your overall performance has been exemplary; you have dealt with every problem and exceeded my expectations with your schooling and general training. You are fluent in three new languages that will prove invaluable. Almost everyone has given you exceptionally high marks. However, your physical stamina has not yet been tested to the limit and by sending you to Chatsford, I hope to rectify that omission. Succeed there and your rewards will be generous indeed."

I wanted to scream in protest. It was totally unfair – I had done nothing to warrant being made a slave! She laughed. It was not a laughing matter!

"I would like you to consent to these plans," she stated softly, "please?'

"Madam, you are asking me to say yes to making me a ponygirl and perhaps be sold to the highest bidder? I cannot."

"Please relax. I have asked nothing of the sort. I am not going to make you a full ponygirl and I'm not going to sell you as one. You've the potential to be far more valuable in other capacities, Erica." Madison's words did little to allay my fears. Alison's commanding un-smiling presence only exacerbated them. Not once did she even acknowledge me, let alone smile.

"I do want you to have the full benefit of your time here with us. Towards that end, I have made arrangements for you to be sent to the stables as a ponygirl." By then I was resigned. I knew that Madison could do anything she wanted with me and I could not stop her.

"You are aware that we offer our service to masters and mistresses all over the world to train their slaves.

"Are you a slave, Erica?" her question was sudden.

"Y … yes, Madam," I stammered.

"And who is your owner?"

"You … you are my owner, Madam." I had not thought for some time, that I was, in reality, Madison's slave girl, but I knew it was true. As such, she had every right to do whatever pleased her with her property, in this case, with me.

"Right then, I desire my slave girl to be trained as a ponygirl, no talking now until you have permission from me and me alone, to do so. Mistress Alison, escort my slave and prepare her as I've instructed." I was in shock as my sister strode around the desk and spun me about. I gasped at the roughness of her treatment of me.

"Silence, slave!" she snarled. Once again rigid steel circled my wrists where she'd twisted them behind. I gasped in shock, only to have a gag rammed in my mouth and inflated beyond the point of hurting. A thick leather collar went about my neck and was locked behind.

"Face me, Dr. Vaughan!" I heard Madison order as I was dragged from the office by the lead Alison had snapped to the ring below my chin. It seemed as if the doctor, my closest ally, was also in trouble and I wondered what was to become of her.

I do not know where I expected Alison to take me, but it certainly wasn't to the clinic. Nurse Redmond unzipped my gymslip and pulled it from my shoulders then unbuttoned my blouse to expose my chest. When my bra was simply cut away, I began to scream about my gag and tears ran from my eyes. I was very frightened! "Her tits are still not as large as I hoped but they'll have to do. How big are they?" Alison demanded of the nurse.

"An E cup, Mistress, they seemed to shrink more than usual as they set, I said as much to Dr. Vaughan."

Alison had unclipped her loaded quirt from her belt, but merely tapped my bum with the coiled braided leather in warning. "Quiet you little slut, this is what you deserve!" Fearful that my sister would really whip me as I'd seen her do to others, I managed to stop screaming. I was still so afraid. What was worse was that I didn't know why this was happening.

Dr. Vaughan entered five minutes later. Her eyes fell on me then glared briefly at Alison.

"Don't you dare to look at me with such disrespect!" Alison practically screamed. "Your punishment will come later. Get on with the surgery!"

I could only watch in horror as my friend filled a small syringe after donning surgical gloves. Alison grabbed me by my ears and pulled my head back. "Do it!" she ordered. I felt the swab on the front of my neck above the leather and the needle prick. I was sure then that, like the other ponygirls, I would never speak again. Alison scooped up my discarded bra, and shoved it at my friend. "If you think I'm fooled by this padding, you are grossly mistaken. Bring her tits back to the size I ordered, Doctor!"

Another injection in my arm caused me to fall into a deep sleep.

  

  

  

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