Dorcus and the Rule of Names Ch. 3 - Welcome to Our New Guests

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Do I really have to tell anyone not to try this at home? Yea, don't do that, don't buy the ACME rocket skates, and don't eat the Tide pods.
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Welcome to Our New Guests

History
Sometime in the 1950s, the U.S. government acquired an abandoned mine in hard rock which became the basis of a large bunker complex during the cold war era. Even prior to the so called "end of history", the increasingly obsolete technology and its remote location were casting doubts as to its continued utility. The bunker was retired in the mid-nineties and was eventually sold.

We immediately recognized the value of a fortified remote location, not just as a refuge from war or civil disorder, but as a place where we could establish a discreet luxurious resort featuring services that would attract embarrassing attention if offered elsewhere and a staff who all live onsite and are subject to restrictive NDAs and other measures that ensure that what happens at this facility is never mentioned to the public.

Facilities
There is a complete list of facilities and map of their location available at any terminal and as a booklet in your welcome kit. Our many facilities include a large, fully equipped gym, a pool, a spa, gaming rooms, a small, intimate theater where we present plays, a larger projection room with food and drink service for viewing movies and special presentations, rooms of various sizes that may be reserved for private functions, two bars with different themes, a restaurant, room service with extras not usually available at even the most luxurious hotels and clubs, a cigar bar, pony girl races and other contests, unique presentations for your edification and enjoyment, and much more, all with the most enthusiastic service of our understaff.

If you have a special fantasy in mind, please contact our staff and we will try to make a plan, subject to the safety and wellbeing of our staff and understaff, to make your fantasy reality. In particular, if you wonder what it would be like to be part of our understaff or want to experience life as a pony girl/boy, we can safety accommodate you. If there's a few pounds you just can't shake, a two-week commitment to life as a pony girl, subject to the same strict discipline as our regular understaff, may be just what you need.

Important Reminders
The rules mentioned below included in the book of rules you already agreed to follow as a condition of becoming a guest of this facility. However, we feel it is worth repeating the following:

No guest may photograph or make an audio recording of any kind. Attempting to do so is not just a major violation of our rules, it will make you the kind of enemies who can and will make you watch as they destroy everything you love. Cell phones, cameras, computers of any kind, and voice recorders should have been left with our attendants for safekeeping when we picked you up for transport to the facility. If you failed to do so and were not detected in transport, contact a staff member immediately so we may remove your phone, camera, computer, or recorder for your own safety and the safety of those you love.

Any disobedience or problems with understaff should be immediately reported to staff for appropriate action. Our understaff have, for the most part, embraced their enforced submission and will thank you for any correction they receive.

You may see some of our guests disciplining our understaff. They are experienced guests who have earned the privilege of doing so and know the rules and correct measures to apply to each case, and when to refer the matter to regular staff. As a new guest, you must refer all such matters to regular staff who will apply the appropriate correction while you watch. This applies to all understaff, except for those wearing the black neck, wrist, and ankle bands, who you may discipline under the supervision of a staff member who will direct the severity and duration of such discipline and, if you are interested, may provide coaching on the use of the implements.

We believe in fresh starts and assign all staff and understaff working names that differ from their original names. We suggest, but do not require, guests to use pseudonyms which must be registered with or assigned by staff to prevent duplication. It is a serious violation of our rules to inquire about the past of a staff member or understaff servant, or ask to for his or her "real name". Violation of the "Rule of Names" by any staff or understaff would result in disciplinary action, potentially extreme, against them.

It is both extremely rude and a violation of our rules to inquire about the "real name" of a fellow guest or to use their real name if they have adopted a pseudonym. Unless you are certain they have not adopted a pseudonym, do not address any guest by their real name or any nickname. Some guests value their anonymity so much, they only appear in the shared facilities wearing a mask and whole body covering. Do NOT stare at or question these guests.

Notwithstanding the need for privacy, there are numerous cameras around the facility. These are monitored in real time for your safety and the safety of our staff and understaff. Most camera footage of the private areas of the facility is wiped when you leave or after a few weeks during your occupancy. Most camera footage of the public areas is wiped after a few weeks. Privacy is our brand and any release of such footage to the public would destroy us both as an organization and as individuals. This is one reason that internet access is available only through the restricted hardware we provide. Interfering with the operation of a camera is a violation of our rules. Persons requiring audio visual conferencing must reserve a room in the restricted area and be searched and escorted in and out of said area. On no account are understaff permitted in this area. Even janitorial services are provided by regular staff in this area.

As a small, close-knit, sexually active community, we take the control of sexually transmitted diseases seriously. Our staff, and especially our understaff, are frequently screened for sexually transmitted disease. In particular, the understaff wearing the dayglow orange neck, wrist, and ankle bands are being treated for a sexually transmitted illness. Any sexual contact with them is a violation of rules unless you have a special dispensation that we only grant to a few guests with special needs.

You were medically screened prior to your arrival here and will be screened periodically during your stay and as dictated by contract tracing. If you are assigned a protocol to prevent the exchange of body fluid, failure to follow this protocol will be considered an assault on both understaff and your fellow guests and be treated accordingly.

As you know, understaff wearing the blue neck, wrist, and ankle bands are role playing as animals and have been forbidden human speech, except with special permission of regular staff. You may talk to them as you would any pet animal, and should treat them as the animal they are role playing as.

Understaff wearing the black neck, wrist, and ankle bands are considered feral and have been forbidden human speech. These understaff are dangerous and have likely attacked staff or a guest. You will find it advantageous have staff moderate any interaction with feral understaff.

If understaff are wearing a chastity device, do not attempt to remove it or to attempt to stimulate their penis, vulva or clitoris.

Attempting anal intercourse with trainee, who you will know by their green collar and bands, is forbidden. It is also forbidden to attempt anal intercourse with any understaff who have been exempted from it, who you will know by the white or the gray band on their collar. However, only those who's collar is either blue, pink or black or who's collar bears a brown band received daily enemas. Staff, however, can prepare understaff for anal upon your request and lubricant is widely available throughout this facility. Failure to use adequate lubrication when attempting anal intercourse with any understaff is a violation of our rules. When in doubt, ask staff for assistance.

Lastly, any understaff wearing a white collar that includes an orange band is not available for guest usage.

If You Break the Rules
We offer a unique experience at this facility. Because of this, we also have a unique system for treating rule violations. As you will remember from the agreement you signed to become a guest, if you violate a rule, you are subject to the same disciplinary measures that might be applied to understaff. Follow the rules and you'll enjoy an experience that cannot be duplicated anywhere in the world at any price. Break the rules and you will also have an experience, but not one that you're likely to enjoy.
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Hound Dog, 2026-05-28:
Having delivered Dorcus to Trainer Mongoose, I pedaled back to my office and reviewed email and monitoring videos until Mistress Persian arrived for her appointment. She was a rich man's favorite daughter who graduated university a year early and was working on her MBA. As far as I could tell, this was her first actual vacation in years. I stood as the short, slightly overweight Asian-American woman entered the office and closed the door behind her. She sat in my guest chair.

"Greetings Mistress Persian," I said. "We are ready to accommodate you starting this very hour, but there are some details we need to nail down first. Are you sure you want to do this?"

She fidgeted in her chair and nodded.

"All right then," I said. "Considering what you want, things will go better if you kneel on the slave mat next to the chair."

She knelt, arranged her skirt, and twisted her hair nervously. She then spread her knees and hugged herself.

"Very good," I said. "As you know, once your fantasy begins, you will be forbidden speech except for a once-a-day interview for the duration of your fantasy. I do assure you our trainers are experienced and will protect you from harm. Do you understand and consent?"

"Yes," she said.

I pulled up the checklist for the pony girl fantasy and attached it to her file. "Your email said you wanted very strict treatment. Is that still correct?" She nodded. "First question: Do you want to be available for sexual service of guests?"

She looked shocked and asked, "You mean like that old fool, Earthshaker?" She shuddered and said "No."

"You will be unable to masturbate for the duration of your fantasy. Do you want staff to provide manual stimulation as a reward?"

"Yes, as long I have to work for it."

"Do you want to be available for sexual service of staff?" She nodded. "Oral, anal, and vaginal?"

"I've never had it in my rear," she said. "The other two are fine, but I don't think anal is a good idea, especially if I can't tell him to stop."

"We could arrange anal training as part of this. They'll never be a better time to acquire that skill and we would allow you to speak during that phase, which would also be your daily interview. We wouldn't use you that way outside of training and we would take care to give you a positive experience. Considering that you'll be wearing a tail plug most of the time, would you consider anal training?"

"OK, yes I'll do it. Give me the training."

"Oral and vaginal, do you want it rough?"

"Yes"

"There are a few pony boys in our herd. Would you like to be serviced by them?"

"Yes"

"Other than no anal, would you like to put any restrictions on that?"

"No"

"Would you like to receive oral from some of the pony girls?

"Yes"

"Would you like to give oral to some of the pony girls?"

"Yes"

"Some of those pony girls and boys are also guests, either experiencing a fantasy or a punishment. Would you consent to be serviced by them?"

"No"

"What about other understaff? Most of your handling and care will be done by them. Do you want them to manually stimulate you as a reward?

"Yes"

"Do you want to be available for oral use by them?

"Yes"

"Do you have any questions or any other special requests not covered by your email or this interview?"

"No"

I stood up and used my chip to unlock a large lockbox on my desk. "Please place your purse and all of you clothing and jewelry in this box. It has already been registered to you."

She removed her clothing slowly and placed it in the box, including her shoes and then added her purse. She took off most of her jewelry and placed it in the box and closed it.

"Your earrings too," I said. I passed her some plain gold studs. "These will keep your piercings open and it will be no big deal if they're lost."

She used the mirror I had for just this purpose to replace her earrings with slave studs. When she tried to place her earrings in the box, she found that she couldn't open it.

"It's keyed to me," I explained, opening the box, placing the earrings in and shutting it again. "My supervisor can open the lock and some other people can rekey it, but everything is logged and no one will get at your stuff while it's locked in there. Please kneel on the pad and lift your hair out of the way."

She did as I bid I and selected a white collar with a couple of blue and gray and orange bands running perpendicular to the length of the collar. I keyed it to her file, knelt behind her, put it around her neck adjusting it to a snug, but not tight, fit and said "Last chance. Once I lock this and activate your collar, your fantasy is in progress and can only be terminated in your daily interviews or when your two weeks are done. You already know this collar can and will be used to discipline you. Once it has been activated, it is set to administer a punishment shock if you speak. Do you want to continue?"

"Yes"

I locked the collar on her, activated it, and calibrated it. Then I went to my desk and got some white wrist bands and ankle bands.

"Raise your hands," I ordered. I locked the wrist bands on her. "Place your hands behind your back." She complied and I knelt behind her and clipped them into position. I then locked her ankle bands on her.

I leashed her and, mindful of her request for "very strict" treatment, buckled a slave hood on her, which covered her eyes but ended just above her mouth, with a hole for her nose. I then helped her up and led her to my office bathroom where I administered an enema. I clipped her leash to a ring near the toilet and left her sitting on it for 20 minutes while checking on some more administrative items.

When I returned, I cleaned her off, washed my hands and led her to the switching horse, clipping her leash near it. I remove her hood, unclipped her hands and secured bondage mittens on them. Then I put her in her pony harness, a leather and metal affair which left both most of her ass and her smallish breasts exposed. I had her sit and did her boots, all the while talking to her, telling her what a fine pony she was going to be.

I clipped her wrists to the harness and had her kneel while I did her bridle, attaching it to her harness.

"With this bridle on you and the bit in your mouth, you are going to be amazed how easy it is for your handlers to control you. Stand up and bend over the side of the side of the horse."

When she complied, I got a medium tail plug with a long black tail that matched her hair. I put on some gloves, got the lube and told her "Now for your tail." I lubed my fingers and the plug and started finger fucking her anus. First one finger, then two, and then medium tail plug slipped in easily. I removed my gloves and secured her crouch strap, making sure the tail passed thru a ring in the strap put there for this purpose.

"Ah," I said, "you're the prettiest pony. It's a pity we can't just lose your paperwork and keep you this way forever, but management would object."

I had her stand as I took off my gloves and got the bit. "Open wide," I ordered. She complied and the bit was soon in place. I attached the leads for her harness, removed her leash, and led her out of the offices to a small pony cart I had outside.

I attached her harness to the poles of the cart, then grabbed a pony whip, took her reins, got in the cart, released the brake and yelled "giddy up", snapping her ass with the whip. She had wanted very strict.

I drove the cart slowly at first, getting her used to responding to the reins. I got her as fast as a jog and kept her at that pace for a trip to the pony track, which was in a very large open chamber whose original purpose I couldn't even guess, and took her once round the track before handing her off to the trainer on duty.

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Hound Dog, 2026-05-28:

We were setting up for some presentations in a party room with a stage. The food was due in soon, the bar had been set up by maintenance slaves and the serving slaves were checking everything was ready. Unfortunately, Stout and I were the first presenters of the evening. We would be using a feral slave as a subject for our demonstration.

I asked Trainer Stout to fetch Rabbit from the feral kennels. He didn't like that place much better than I, but he took Mouse and did it. He commandeered the food delivery cart that had finished unloading and returned with Rabbit trussed up on the cart drawn by two pony boys, both guests and probably siblings, who were enjoying the run and with Mouse running free in front.

Rabbit was hooded and wore a ring gag. She wore the black collar, wrist and ankle bands of the feral slaves, along with a black chastity belt, and bondage mittens. She had a large plug in her ass. She was kneeling with her head to the floor of the cart, with her hands clipped behind her back, her ankles linked together with a short bar which was bound to her collar by an adjustable strap, holding her in a very compact bundle.

I released the strap, replaced the short bar between her ankle bands by a foot and a half of chain, removed her chastity belt and helped her off the cart and into the anteroom. I had her kneel while I inspected her.

I felt sorry for her, of course. She hadn't made a considered choice to hit Kingmaker. He was a new guest and ought to have referred all punishment to staff. Instead, he got drunk and got mean. The scene was ugly and all him, yet it was Rabbit, not Kingmaker, that we considered feral.

His father, Dinosaur, to his credit, was appalled. Kingmaker spent a week in a D cell being trained in slave mantras and positions, in chastity. A real punishment for him as he wasn't a natural submissive and he was constantly corrected. His mother had a fit, but his father wouldn't pull strings to reduce the punishment after what he'd done.

When Kingmaker got out of the D cell, he was given a public caning and allowed to become a guest again, though many guests shunned him. He enrolled in and cooperated with an addiction treatment program that includes daily meetings and a daily dose of disulfiram and other drugs.

His punishment is over, Rabbit's was ongoing, now five weeks in, and Kingmaker was going to be watching the demonstration tonight. His father had requested this demonstration and had ordered Kingmaker to attend.

We finished setting up and opened the doors. Serving slaves and a sissy slave circulated with beer, wine, edibles, and Hors d'oeuvres for the guests. It was getting on time to start the program and I was first up.

I've always seen my job as educating our recruits on what they really desire, and they do really desire it because we only recruit the ones that desire it. A master or mistress who sets firm boundaries and administers appropriate punishments is exactly what our recruits dream of. What I had to do now was wasn't about boundaries or punishments; it wasn't even about setting an example. It was just a diversion for the guests, to tickle their jaded fancy.

I ascended the stage, turned on the microphone I was wearing and said "Ladies and gentlemen, let me present Rabbit," I said, gesturing to where she knelt, hooded, ring gaged, hands clipped behind her and in bondage mittens, chain between her ankle bands, secured by a short leash to a post on the stage. "Tonight, we will demonstration some of the tools and techniques of controlling and applying appropriate discipline and reward to understaff using her as a subject."

I went to where Rabbit knelt and Stout joined me and helped me lift her to a standing position after I unhooked her leash. "Firstly, consider her bondage. Naked, her ankles restrained so she cannot run, hands held behind her back, hooded to keep her docile, a shock collar to keep her obedient, and a ring gag for her own protection. She's in enough trouble without biting someone. Imagine yourself in her bondage. You would be truly helpless and at the mercy of you masters. This is not unusual for understaff, of course."

Stout and I moved her to where a winch cable ending in a ring descended from the ceiling. Stout and I each grabbed a hand, unclipped her hands from behind her back and clipped them together in front of her and then to the cable. Stout went to where the cable came back down from the ceiling onto a hand winch fixed to the wall and tightened the cable until she supported her weight on her toes, her heals three inches above the floor. "Bondage itself is a means of punishment. In this position, she'd start to have cramps soon enough."

Stout loosened the cable until she had enough slack that her hands were only a little above her head. Then Stout and I replaced the chain between her ankles with a three-foot spreader bar. "She's been locked in chastity for five weeks now, unable to pleasure herself. She knows that her pleasure is at the desecration of her masters."

I picked up a vibrator from a nearby table, and started to stimulate her. She started to moan and I said "The anti-speech system on these collars normally won't react to moans and screams, as long as the subject doesn't form words." It didn't take long to bring her to orgasm. Stout and I replaced the spreader bar with a foot and half of chair, unhooked her hands from the cable, moved her to the table and bent her over it, securing her in place. "Of course, we can also use a variety of tools to provide the punishment understaff needs and desires."

I was about to pick up a tawse when Dinosaur and Trainer Coydog stood up, and Coydog climbed the stage and announced "Ladies and Gentlemen, the remainder of presentation must be rescheduled. At the request of Dinosaur, Rabbit has been reclassified as a pony slave and she can no longer be punished simply to demonstrate the use of implements."

The audience was disappointed but Dinosaur was as big a fish as they come. He was on the board. He was one of the founders. Nobody wanted to be on his bad side. It was a dick move, spoiling their fun just to remind them he could, but if it meant I didn't have beat Rabbit for the pleasure of the guests, I was all for it. Some, of course, complained. One guest, Banshee I think she was called, insisted we should just bring up another feral for the demonstration. In vain I explained that it would take too long to prepare another subject and would throw off the rest of tonight's demonstrations.

It turned out that, although a guest, Banshee was one of the subjects of the next demonstration: "Spanking as Means of Spousal Correction." Two subjects, both guests, one male and one female. I would have liked to see her getting what she no doubt deserved, but I had other duties.

I took Rabbit back to a processing room and had Mouse clean her up. Then, restraining her by collar and bands in turn, I fitting her with the blue collar and wrist bands and ankle bands of a pony slave. I registered and activated the collar. I put her in harness and bridle, inserted a large tail plug, replaced her ring gag with a bit, hitched her to a cart and drove her to pony track, running her four times round it at a jog. Then I drove her to the stables and turned her over the trainer in charge. Among her other duties, Rabbit was paired with Persian for light morning delivery runs around the facility.

In the days that followed, Dinosaur took her and Persian out for cart runs around the track every day. One day he took the girls and a cart as his personal transportation thru the facility, something which only the most senior guests could do.

While he was out, he took the cart to the guest area, set the brake, had both girls kneel, attached a short bar between the ankle bands of each girl and a short strap from the bar to the back of each girl's harness, holding them in a kneeling position. Then Kingmaker came out and talked to Rabbit. He stayed back from her until he was through, then left. Rabbit cried for a while, and struggled with her bondage. Eventually, she desisted and Dinosaur requested staff come to return the girls, and the cart, to the pony stable.

Trainer Coydog showed up with another pony girl to replace Rabbit and carried Rabbit to the cart, securing her, and taking the cart back to the stables. He disabled the anti-speech feature of her collar and talked with her for several hours, before enabling the anti-speech feature again and letting her resume her life as a pony girl.
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Dorcus, 2026-05-28:
Mistress Mongoose led this girl out of the entry hall and down a hallway, past several doors and to large inner room with a hardwood floor, a small stage, two ballerina bars at different heights on both the left and the right wall, exercise and yoga equipment, and various devices for the restraint of slaves. Four slaves knelt on pads in one corner, sharing tea and talking quietly. Three of the slaves were female and wore brief green cotton shifts. One was male and was naked except for a chastity device. All were fitted with the green collar and wrist bands and ankle bands of the trainee slave. Mistress Mongoose led this girl over to them.

"This," she said gesturing to indicate this girl, " is Dorcus. She is a new trainee."

The slaves looked at this girl curiously as Mistress Mongoose named them one by one: Bunny, a small white woman with long red hair; Brena, a tallish Asian-American woman with medium length black hair; Wren, a medium sized white woman with larger breasts, some excess body fat, and short brown hair and Little Donkey, a tall, skinny white man, about 25 with short brown hair and no facial or body hair of any kind.

Then Mistress Mongoose announced, "You four know how I like to welcome a new trainee. Brena, secure her leash to the first switching horse and have her kneel. Bunny, fetch the light cane.

The Brena led this girl to the horse, which had been secured to the floor. They secured this girl's leash to the front of the horse. Brena then gestured and this girl knelt.

Brena stroked this girl's hair and said "She looks so sweet and she's so very obedient." Brena kissed the top of this girl's head and added "What a pretty, docile little animal she is."

"She looks very docile," said Wren. "She may even be more docile than you.

Brena turned on Wren and slapped her. Before they could start fighting in earnest. Mistress Mongoose interrupted and said "It seems that Dorcus isn't the only girl who needs a caning. Never fear, your turns will come after her, but I think we'll need the medium cane."

Brena and Wren both looked sick and, eyes downcast, said "Yes Mistress. Thankyou Mistress."

Bunny held the cane in her mouth and dropped to her knees in front of Mistress Mongoose, who took it from her.

Brena had this girl stand, and Brena and Wren maneuvered Dorcus to the back of the horse. Bunny unclipped this girl's wrist bands from behind this girl's back and Brena and Wren helped Dorcus mount the horse and secured this girl in place.

Mistress Mongoose called Little Donkey over and gave him the cane. "Little Donkey, give her six and mind your timing," ordered Mongoose.

Little Donkey wielding the cane was one of the most painful things that Dorcus ever experienced. Coydog had used a heavier cane and made it hurt worse, but he had only struck Dorcus twice. Little Donkey struck this girl six times and with an irregular timing. He waited at least 15 seconds between the first and the second blow, but struck the third after five seconds, at which point this girl was crying. The fourth was struck right after that. It seemed like Dorcus waited forever for the fifth blow, and this girl begged Little Donkey to stop, but he continued. The sixth and final blow was about twenty seconds after fifth and Dorcus was left sobbing.

Bunny held Dorcus and stroked this girl's face and hair, telling Dorcus it was over and calming this girl. She released this girl from the horse and reminded Dorcus what Dorcus would have to do next. Brena and Wren unclipped the leash and helped Dorcus off the horse. They then helped Dorcus to kneel facing Little Donkey and Mongoose.

"Thank you for welcoming me, Mistress Mongoose," this girl said. "Thank you for caning me, Little Donkey."

Bunny and Little Donkey helped this girl up and moved Dorcus so Dorcus would get a new view of the next canings. Brena and Wren were each in turn made to strip and mount the switching horse and were punished. In Wren's case, she was allowed to retain a corset that supported her breasts, which was the only underwear any of the three slave girls wore. Little Donkey and Bunny secured them and Bunny did the honors with the medium cane. Both Brena and Wren sobbed and moaned and promised to be good. They each thanked Bunny and Mistress Mongoose for correcting them.

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CURRENT STATUS: 2026-06-09 at 10:07 (Tue)
Guest Persian is fitted with collar Waux0021-358.
Guest Persian has ID implants for ID 301-042-081.
Guest Persian is NOT cleared to discipline understaff.
Guest Persian was last screened 2026-05-10 and is safe for use.
Guest Persian is fitted with a birth control implant which is fully effective.
Guest Persian last period ended 2026-05-26.
Guest Persian has completed anal training.
Guest Persian is experiencing a pony play fantasy with very strict treatment and assorted restrictions.
Guest Persian fantasy set to expire 2026-06-19 at 11:30.
Guest Persian is assigned to Facility Trainer Otterkin
Guest Persian is monitored by Facility Trainer Otterkin
Guest Persian was last interviewed 2026-06-08 at 11:50 (Mon)
Guest Persian is kenneled in the pony training area.
Guest Persian has pony access privileges.
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Hound Dog:
People can always surprise you with their stupidity. The smartest, most educated people in the world can do something so dumb, something they'd been specifically warned about, that it bogles the mind.

Ten O'clock on a Tuesday morning, and Trainer Coydog and Chief Supervisor Wolf entered my office unannounced and shut the door behind them. Wolf asked "Have you been keeping track of that new guest, Persian?"

"Yes sir, she's finished her anal training and is seems content as a pony girl under very strict treatment. She's even developed a thing with one of the pony boys and she does like it rough. No reason to suspect she won't go the full two weeks and maybe even request an extension."

"Ah yes, an extension. That might be just what we need." He pulled a women's gold bracelet with diamonds and patterns on the outside from of his utility pouch and gave it to me. "Please examine the diamonds on that closely and tell me if you spot one that's different."

I got out a magnifying glass and looked at diamonds. They all looked the same but one of them moved when I pressed it. There was a lens underneath. My stomach clenched and I put down the glass. "Mother of God," I said "it's a camera. Where did you find this?"

"This one is a nonworking example model, but checking video, it sure looks like Mistress Persian was using something like this around the facility. We need to open her lockbox and check to see if she has one and if it's working."

"Trainer Coydog," I said, "please clear that table and drag it to under the center camera. We'll need an area to spread stuff out." I looked up Persian's lockbox number, unlocked the closet and got the box and verified it. I put it on the table and Wolf opened it.

The bracelet was there, almost identical to the example. Coydog took it and used some hardware he had with him to connect it to the office PC and verify it was working. He was even able to download the photos which showed far too much. Understaff, staff, and important guests, she had enough blackmail material to get her whole family firebombed.

"Her family," I said "could be headed for the most horrendous stretch of bad luck. How did she get it thru screening?"

"That's one question we have to find the answer to," said Wolf. "We caught her before she could transmit anything so we won't involve the board just yet. If it was just her on a lark, we can handle it internally and punish her adequately without dragging in her family. We'll need time to find out what's going on. Suggestions?"

I gave him my suggestions, which he accepted. He lent me the example bracelet, made some changes to her profile and sent an email to Facility Trainer Otterkin which said that I was conducting an internal investigation, that I was taking over monitoring duties for Mistress Persian and that I'd need to conduct a special, private interview with Persian about Kingmaker, Coydog and Rabbit. Then I got a few things together and pedaled down to the stable, taking over a fitting room and having Persian led in by her bridle. Her hands were in bondage mittens and were clipped to her tack. I hobbled her near a mirror and then put a slave hood on her.

"First order of business is to change your collar. You'll see why in a moment."

I took off her old collar and put on a new one. It was white with two blue bands running perpendicular to the collar, no orange and no gray. Just white and blue. I calibrated it and sent the collar change confirmation to central. Then I got out the example bracelet and unhooded her, showing her the bracelet. She went pale and started to shake. She tried to say something but then gasped as the collar gave her a punishing shock.

"Are you starting to understand just how much trouble you're in? We know you have one just like this; we know you used it; we've recovered the pictures and, if the board takes this badly, your family could have a series of fatal accidents and suicides that the board would take great pleasure in documenting for you in great detail. Don't try to talk, just nod your head if you understand."

She nodded and I put the bracelet away. "Right now, we need to track down just who was involved in this. Would you like us to keep your family out of it if we can?"

She nodded. "Well, the first thing we need to do is keep you out of sight and quiet. It seems I misspoke in our last interview. Management wouldn't object to me losing your paperwork for a while. But that won't be necessary, because if you want us to try and keep your family safe, you're going to voluntarily extend your pony girl fantasy indefinitely. Do you agree?"

She nodded. "I will be doing your daily interviews from now on. We'll have some questions for you in a day or two. For right now, does anyone know you took those pictures?

She shook her head. "Does anyone know you were going to smuggle that thing in?"

She shook her head again. "Did anyone see you testing the thing before you came here?"

She shook her head. "If that's true, we can probably keep your family out of it. You, of course, will not escape punishment but we don't yet know what final punishment you deserve. Your status has now changed. Take a close look at your new collar. Notice how it has the blue band but not the gray or orange? That means you're open for unrestricted use. Anyone in any orifice, and you will do your best to please them like a proper pony girl, right?"

She gulped and nodded. "You're the one who created this goat rodeo. You have no idea what you've triggered. If anyone but me, Coydog, or Wolf interviews you, don't mention the bracelet and say only that you decided you wanted the full pony girl experience, just like understaff. If they ask you about duration, tell them that you've decided to leave that up to my judgement as a professional trainer. Understand?"

She nodded. I unhobbled her and led her out to the other ponies, turning her over to the trainer on duty.

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CURRENT STATUS: 2026-06-14 at 8:03 (Sat)
Trainee Dorcus is fitted with collar Gp0027-170.
Trainee Dorcus has ID implants for ID 001-135-110.
Trainee Dorcus was last screened 2026-05-18 and is safe for use.
Trainee Dorcus is fitted with a birth control implant which is fully effective.
Trainee Dorcus last period ended 2026-06-07
Trainee Dorcus has completed anal training.
Trainee Dorcus is assigned to trainer Mongoose.
Trainee Dorcus is kenneled in Training Area 01.
Trainee Dorcus is in regular process.
Trainee Dorcus has trainee access privileges.
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Dorcus:
The room this girl slept in contained a bed, a toilet and sink, some pads to kneel on, a mirror that could only be used while kneeling, slave rings, storage drawers, and several pages of slave mantras on the wall, for Dorcus to read aloud each morning while kneeling with Dorcus's knees spread and her hands held behind her back.

One wall of the room was entirely missing and opened onto a side corridor where all the trainees in Training Area One were quartered. There was also a shared shower area off of this corridor. Each night, we were required to shower and leash ourselves in our rooms, locking the leashes in place both on our collars and on particular rings that could be released remotely.

We were all open for use and some nights we had visitors who made use of us. Some of them wore masks, others did not. Some of them wanted sex; others just a blow job.

We were awakened at 07:00 to read our mantras out loud. Then the lead slave in training would be able to retrieve a key and unlock our leashes. We would give ourselves our daily enemas, shower, groom, eat breakfast and brush our teeth. Every few days, we would restrain Little Donkey and change his chastity, which involved a certain amount of careful cleaning as part of the process. We'd report to the training area by 8:40 for the start of our lessons.

Our days were filled with exercise, yoga, drills, lessons, bondage demonstrations, roleplays with staff pretending to be guests, and breaks for meals and other things. A few days in, Bunny graduated and was assigned as serving slave. Little Donkey, Brena, and Wren each matriculated in turn as new slaves arrived and I became the lead slave in training. This wasn't complete training, just the basics so we could interact with guests without embarrassing staff.

Sometimes we were put in coffle and taken on walks thru the facility. Occasionally, we would observe presentations for guests, so we could see how they were served. Some nights, we played board games together before leashing ourselves for the night. Dorcus spent a day with the maintenance slaves and Dorcus had a brief field trip to hell.

You had to go to the level below the main drag reach the feral kennels. They are a miserable set of cages, maybe four foot tall by three foot wide by eight foot long where the ferals spent 20 hours a day. The waste facility for each cage is a tray of kitty litter. The cage floor is covered with plywood. The smell took some getting used to. The lesson was clear: Never strike a guest or staff member.

Finally, this girl was given a couple of days of at the stables, mostly to care for the pony slaves. Dorcus, like the maintenance slaves assigned to the stable, did get to pull the cart around the track and received some pony girl training but this girl's main job was as caregiver. The pony boys and pony girls need a fair amount of maintenance and grooming, which requires care, gentleness and firmness. They really are the princes and princesses of the slaves. This girl existed to care for them and they existed for the pleasures of the masters and mistresses.

When this girl graduated, Mistress Mongoose fitted Dorcus with the yellow collar, wrist bands and ankle bands of the maintenance slave and, for the first time, hugged this girl before sending Dorcus to the stables to help care for the pony slaves.
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