(10 minutes left - but I will be back later)

brushing some straw from your mane and skin where it still clings to

Let's go get you washed! And I am sure you'd like to relieve yourself!

taking a short rope, fixing it the the rings at the corners of your mouth where the bit is linked
then tying the rope off to a ring at the wall
squatting again and undoing the chain that connects the leather cuffs around your ankles to the ring on the floor
replacing it with a 1 1/2' chain

We won't have you trying silly things and flee!
you would be punished severely for trying, and I want to spare you that - for the time being

standing again, undoing the rope from the ring, holding it very close to your neck and chin
guiding you out of your stall

Who knew?

Lol

I learned yesterday
That using

"The Jews"

To describe Jewish people
Is not generally considered bad
It's ok to do in general

However individually you should
Just check ....

she looks up from her knees as You move closer
You looked like You were about the same age as her. she was terrified of You. And maybe hated You. Or was it jealousy?

she turns her head away when You touch her. Your hands wandering wherever they wished. she whimpers into her gag. Droll is dangling from the sides of her mouth again as You tell her that she needs to stand. Without using her hands.

More than that....that she wont use her hands - or rather her arms - for anything. she almost pisses herself in fear there and then. Almost. As she struggles up, eventually managing to stand in the straw, barefoot, gagged, harnessed.

Pick the one day I’m late to get here!!!

With a quiet ‘Merci, Livingston.’ to the departing butler, she waited until he and Angus Balfour were both gone from the room before turning her attention back to you, and with another roll of her eyes. Miniature minx indeed.

“Believe me, I would only ever request such a state of undress from you for le scientifique.” And she shuddered comedically for effect. Whilst your relationship had improved of late, and in all fairness it could only ever have improved, she had hardly been hit by lightning. Sibling banter was sport enough for her, especially when there was a house full of Scions for her to be properly insufferable with.

When you hold up that folder she moves quickly towards you, her eyes dancing with curiosity again, and sets the whisky bottle down on one of the few available spaces on her chaotic desktop.

“I hope this is good, Kincaid. I don’t scratch back for just any old thing.” Hollow words when she knew you would never waste her time with something trivial. If you said it was interesting, then she knew you were likely under-selling whatever was in that folder.

Welll. DAMNNNN

Right now

They are using AI to program
Humans

Well they are using smarter humans
To make responses to give to AI

For the less intelligent gifted people

taking a few steps forward until I stand close enough to touch you everywhere when I squat
smiling at you, but my emeralds not showing any sympathy
rubbing your cheek
then your udder

Ready for the first day of your new life?
I'd guess so - let's save the date!
Get up! you have to learn to do that without arms
They will never be available for anything from now on

Better luck next time

So happy for you and Kitara. Lovely news. xx

The number one reason
We need to put this crazy way we live
This so-called civilization
We We force everyone to think
Be
Talk
Act the same ...
It's killing us
Children are infected with it
Even in how they try to be
Different is all the same

it's ok. I should be off to bed anyways. have a good night

The number one reason
We need to put this crazy way we live
This so-called civilization
We We force everyone to think
Be
Talk
Act the same ...
It's killing us

Children are infected with it
Even in how they try to be
Different is all the same

I think he's a lost cause.

she tries to say something, but the bit in her mouth ensures that the sounds that she makes are incoherent as the door to her....her what? her stall? The door to her stall opens, you step inside

You

The same person that had spoken to her yesterday
That had told her that she would spend the rest of her days here as a human pony

she shakes her head, tries to wriggle way from You, but the chain around her ankle will only let her get so far. her knees are tight together. she wants to shield her breasts from view but her hands are cuffed behind her back.

This was no dream. It was a nightmare

Stand up on your milking stool and put it in her.

He enjoyed a quiet moment of amusement as he watched Angus Balfour look first to Mlle DuPont to seek her permission when he had dismissed the man; it was more than that the lad was her assistant, he knew. Hells, he was certain most everyone knew of the soft spot that Balfour had for the woman – Mademoiselle DuPont herself, included.

Still, she had not made the lad suffer overmuch, not by her own standards, in any case, and so he allowed it all to pass without comment. He did though, share a look of amusement with Mlle DuPont as she rolled her eyes at him, just as Balfour quickly moved to go and make himself presentable.

Before he could reply, Livingston, still chuckling at Rosalie’s suggestion that the man might model for her, quietly took his leave, murmuring that he would send some of the maids down to see to the… mess.

“Perhaps we can arrange a quid pro quo, Mademoiselle. Though do not think that you will command me to remove my clothing as readily as you might young Balfour, you miniature minx.”

He grinned with that comment, understanding quite well that their relationship was far more akin to sibling banter than the tension she wielded over Angus Balfour.

Quiet amusement coloured his expression as he beckoned her closer, presenting the folder. “Now, come and have a look, I think you will find this far more interesting.”

stepping up to the stable where I left the new filly yesterday
leaning over the half door
smiling
seeing it startled, only becoming awake
smiling more

Hello beauty, good morning!
I guess you did sleep well?

opning the door and stepping in