“Morning love bug!” Daisy chirped, annoyingly, dangerously cheerful. The tall, busty blonde woman’s smile was even genuine, despite it being before 7am. Violet glowered at her, a rumble of mumbled words in her chest never quite making it past her lips, but making no secret of her loathing of the hour. And of Daisy’s teasing cheerful greeting.

“Awww c’mon,” Daisy wheedled, “where’s my good morning smile?” She wrapped her arms around Violet and hugged the morose young woman from behind.

“Back in bed,” Muttered Violet, mussing her dark purple hair for a moment and then nearly cracking her jaw with a yawn, “Where I should be. Where you should be too. Why the hell did I fall in love with a bloody farmer!?”

“Because I…” Daisy declared with the sort of robust enthusiasm that only a true morning person could muster at this ungodly hour, “am gorgeous, funny, intelligent…and I made you your favourite coffee…” The blonde grinned and moved the large mug out from where it had been sitting, letting the smell of hazelnut waft through the air

“Gaaaah. Alright, you get a reprieve.” Violet muttered, cracking another yawn, “Gimme.” She clutched at the mug, holding it before her and breathing in the pleasing aroma. Daisy stood behind her, massaging her shoulders for a little while as her lover slowly woke up.

“Another late night gaming session?”

“Streaming,” Violet corrected, “Yeah. Lost track of time.”

“You knew I was getting you up early. We’ve got a pretty long stretch of early days for the next while.”

“I know,” Violet groused. She sipped at her coffee, blinking a little more alertly, and then shrugged, “I maintain that people shouldn’t have to be up before nine.”

“True enough,” Daisy giggled, “But people who have to take care of animals…they gotta be up now. Because the animals need caring. Tell you what, I’m gonna go get started, meet me when you’re ready in the barn.”

Violet nodded, sipping at her coffee again, and then making a happy noise as Daisy leaned in to kiss her sensually. The two women enjoyed one another’s touch and proximity for a few longer moments, and then Daisy pinched Violet’s butt, giggled at her mock outraged squeak, and then hurried away while Violet shook a playful fist after her

“You’ll pay for that!”

“I know.”

Violet muttered some dark threats into her coffee as she continued to sip at it, her sleepy brain suggesting a few kinky methods of exacting her terrible vengeance on her lovely partner. They had met in high school, dated through college, and been basically inseparable ever since…and Violet still wondered at her luck. She still occasionally felt, in her heart of hearts, that she didn’t deserve Daisy. Daisy was all the things she’d said, and had a sort of effortless charisma and popularity wherever she went…and she had decided on Violet of all people. And not just decided on her…but attached herself to Violet in all the ways that mattered. Demonstrated in all the ways that mattered that she loved Violet, and was intent on keeping Violet at her side for ever and ever. Hell, for all of her bouncing about and take charge attitude…Violet was the one who ruled the bedroom.

Violet grinned, her eyes closing as she savoured the last of her wonderful coffee. And what a delight it was to be the one in charge there. Daisy was utterly filled with energy, charging forward on a dozen projects at any one time, managing the farm, keeping fit, and dragging Violet out to social events in the city to get her out of her gaming den. And yet…

Violet stretched and rose from the table. And yet, when the two of them had decided on bedroom time, even if not in the bedroom, that gorgeous, energetic, confident blonde woman became a teasing submissive minx. Challenging Violet of course, but happy to be ruled in all matters of their sexual adventures together. Whether soft and sensual cuddles and lovemaking, or the vast array of kinky fantasies that Violet had, Daisy adored each and every excursion into the lands of amorous ecstasy that Violet had charted for them. Which in turn had meant that Violet’s fantasies and imaginations had been allowed to run wild. Egged on by the voracious submissive ambitions displayed by her lover.

Violet puttered around indoors for a little while, tidying up a little and getting dressed, her mind still enjoying the most recent little game. Daisy strapped down on the bed in a tight hogtie, perfectly positioned between her legs. Violet had woken her up when her streaming was done, and the buxom farmgirl had lost no time in positioning herself for the straps, and then applying herself vigorously to pleasuring Violet. Three titanic orgasms for the purple haired beauty later, she had finally flipped Daisy over to bring her to her own orgasm with a vibrator and her skilled fingers, before collapsing next to her to cuddle and hold her. She needed to go that again. Violet grinned to herself as she yanked on her boots, her mind at last mostly sharp enough after half an hour marinating in coffee. Yes. Another evening with Daisy…hell, maybe not even that long away. Once they had the animals taken care of, once the farm was humming, maybe she’d figure out a way to peel Daisy out of her farmworker gear and take the woman for a ride on her strapon for a while.

She made such adorable sounds.

Violet gave her head a shake and hurried outside. Daisy’s Farm, passed down through her family, occupied a central patch of land that was surrounded by large fields that were mostly leased out to neighboring farmers. That still left acres and acres of land that Daisy maintained and used for the livestock that she kept. A flock of chickens, and a decently sized goat herd were the two main elements, plus a large garden for personal use. And of course, the single field of wheat that Daisy kept up to “keep her skills sharp.” She had leased out most of the fields when she met Violet, not wanting to be so overworked as to need to hire hands to help her. The animals and one harvest field were enough to keep her well occupied. Well, that and Violet herself.

Violet spotted Daisy emerging from the chicken coop area and gave her a wave, pointing in the direction of the barn.

“I’ve checked in already, and gotten them feeding,” Daisy called back, “But appreciate it if you can get them started. They should be done eating now.”

Violet nodded and headed for the barn, rubbing at her arms a little. The barn sat about a hundred meters away from the large farmstead house that Daisy and Violet lived in, and it was no ramshackle affair. Daisy had spent a considerable amount of money on it, and it was an all season affair now. If the farm still dealt with cattle and horses in large numbers, it would have been a fine enough home for them. As it was…

Violet pulled one door open, hearing the hum of machinery within…and an odd pair of muffled sounds. One sounded like a suction mechanism. The other…like moaning. Violet grinned, her eyes sharpening a little in the soft warm light within. The inner area of the barn was racked with stalls along both sides, running from near the door all the way to the back, where a large common space had been constructed to ensure any animals kept within could still be exercised in the winter. Violet and Daisy had taken advantage of that.

Violet paced down the length of the barn, finally arriving at the end. Finally arriving where she could see one of the two occupants of the barn.

Outside of the stall that normally held her, a padded horse had been set up, onto which had been strapped a young woman. Standing up she would have been a head shorter than Daisy, yet in almost all other respects she was so similar as to make Violet think they could be sisters. She was blonde, the same buxom yet athletic build…yet where Daisy was confident and outgoing this woman was painfully shy to the point of being a reclusve. Which of course made it all the more delicious for Violet that she was stark naked…save for the thick leather straps that kept her secured to the padded frame…the cock gag in her mouth from which she was still sucking her breakfast, and the collar locked around her neck.

The woman say Violet standing there and a deep blush suffused her face at the same time that she gurgled and began throwing herself around against the straps keeping her there. Violet smirked, her eyes drifting down to where the woman’s heavy breasts swayed. Daisy had set up the milking machine already, and it was faithfully squeezing and pumping away. From the sound of things, already netting a fairly decent amount. Though that was helped along by the additional supplements and special ingredients contained within her daily meals.

Violet chuckled, striding forward, “Morning Ashley…Oops, I mean, Bessie. How’s my girl this morning?”

The woman, Ashley, gurgled and tried to fling herself against the straps, growling and glaring at Violet. Violet, for her part, simply stepped up beside the squirming, struggling woman, and settled her hand on Ashley’s naked back. She began to stroking her hand lightly over the goosebumping flesh, softly whispering and soothingly caressing Ashley.

“There now, there now. There’s a good little cow. Look at all that milk you’re already going. I think today you might actually reach quota!” Violet groped her ass with one hand, the other caressing Ashley’s collared neck, “And that means you get an orgasm. Your first of the month! Isn’t that wonderful?”

Ashley moaned, still forced to suck in the last dregs of her breakfast, and trying to shake her head and nod at the same time. Violet smacked her ass, making the young woman squeal into her gag, then gurgle into another moan as Violet reached between her splayed open legs, teasing the bound woman’s heated and slick sex. Ashley groaned, her body quivering as Violet let out another chuckle.

“You can resist this all you like, little cowgirl, but you are wet as all hell. I think you’re exactly what Daisy and I thought you were…a slut in need of being owned…”

Ashley tried shaking her head again, but Violet just increased the speed and depth of her touches, thrusting her digits within the squirming, bound, brightly blushing woman, and ticking the milking machine’s speed up a single notch. Ashley let out a high pitched whine of needy embarrassment, and Violet grinned.

“Mmmmm, remember your old life Bessie? You used to be a gamer girl, just like me. You used to stream, and talk, and walk around like a person. Hell, you and I even used to do streams together.” Violet groped the woman’s breasts, her other hand still steadily thrusting and rubbing Ashley’s quivering sex, “But Daisy and I could see the truth. We could see that that life of supposed freedom was a mirage. A lie. All you wanted, all you ever wanted, was to be taken. Broken. Owned. Remade into something that others can find use out of, something that needs only to listen and obey.” Violet crooned the last words, “Listen and obey, Bessie. It’s not going to be easy, but this is your life now. Eventually I’m going to stop reminding you of where you came from. Who you used to be. Eventually I’ll just call you Bessie all the time. Eventually you will forget you ever used to be anything other than a slutty little cow who needs to be milked and edged and pleasured every day. Who wants to do nothing but please her owners with her production, with her body, with her mouth, and with her cries.”

Violet withdrew her hand and slammed it down hard on the woman’s shuddering ass. Once. Twice. Thrice. Drawing pained squeals from Ashley, from Bessie, with each hard blow. She leaned back in, placing her mouth next to the woman’s ear and murmured, “I’ve got to go now Bessie, still gotta check on some things. But I want you to think about that. About the rest of your life. And when I get back, I want you to show me how grateful you are.” Violet spanked her again, Ashley squealed, and Violet’s hand returned to rubbing her slick sex, “Not with words. Cows don’t need words to show their emotions. And that’s all you are now slut. So think about that, and think about how you are going to convince me that you should get an orgasm…before I lock your chastity belt on you.”

Ashley let out a gurgled groan, her hips thrusting as much as they could against the bench as Violet withdrew her fingers, sliding them along the woman’s thighs and ass, getting rid of the residual wetness, before she caressed the groaning captive’s head and stood. Daisy would be coming along soon to check things over, and Violet’s main task this morning wasn’t even caring for Ashley, fun as that was. She paced away for a moment, paused, and then returned with a shrug, snatching up a blindfold from a nearby table, “Might as well get you used to how you’ll be producing for us soon enough. You don’t need to be distracted by what’s going on in the barn after all.”

Ashley tried to shake her head, but Violet just shoved the blindfold into place, gave her another six hard spanks for her brief resistance, and then walked away, leaving the captive woman whimpering, half sobbing with need and pain.

Away from where Daisy and Violet kept their new cowgirl there was the wide space at the rear of the barn which contained a number of animal training devices, and a fair bit of bondage material too. In the centre of the area was a large post with rings at the top from which hung a number of long leather straps. The top itself could rotate, ensuring that the attached animals would be able to walk in a fairly wide circuit around without the need to reveal them to the often bitter weather that could scourge the countryside, whether torrential rain, snow, hail, or whatever else mother nature could muster.

When Violet had first broached the idea of keeping human pets, long term slaves and animals, Daisy had been her usual energetically intrigued and excited self. Violet was clearly extremely turned on by the idea, and Daisy had fed off her lover’s energy. She had spent all winter preparing the barn, aided where possible by Violet. Violet’s main job had been searching for prospective captives that could be safely brought to their little slice of the countryside without causing a stir. Ashley had been the first, convinced to abandon the city to go and hang out with Violet in the countryside. The idea had been to really switch over into joint streaming and dial up the frequency for both of them. Building into a full time job. Of course, Ashley had been destined all along for a full time job…just not one that required any of her gamer skills to continue. Violet grinned. Yes, she had been the first…but not the only one. Which was also why it was so important to have internal exercise and training equipment. Daisy and Violet still had a farm to run, and one that was surrounded with other farmers who might accidentally see something they shouldn’t. Far easier to maintain privacy this way...and the animals could always be let outdoors when conditions allowed.

Violet rounded the corner, and found their other captive. A young man was bent over a sturdy bar, his buttocks turned towards where Violet stood. He was completely naked of any human clothes, his only coverings a pair of pony hoofboots, a plethora of leather straps around his arms and torso, keeping his arms secured in a boxtie, and tightly strapped to his side. Without seeing his face she knew he was bit gagged and harnessed with blinders on either sides of his eyes. A chastity cage kept his straining, desperate cock locked away, and a large tail plug filled his rear. And best of all, the most quiveringly hot aspect of it…was that Violet didn’t know his name.

This had been Daisy’s gift to her, the ultimate piece of her fantasy. Violet had been the one to bring Ashley in, the one to ensure that their first captive was something that the two of them could handle. But she knew Ashley. She knew her as a person, and though she delighted in teasing the mewling slut about her old life, it was still something that Violet found herself a little put out by.

After all, she wanted someone for whom the life of a human animal captive was the only thing about them that Violet knew, or cared to know. And Daisy had delivered that for her.

Violet had emerged from one of her all day streaming sessions about a week ago to find that their little game now had a second participant. Daisy had been in the barn, but not playing with Ashley as had been her delight to do for the weeks they had had her. No, this time she had been in a different stall, and the sounds of grunts and squeals, of a distinctly male character, had drawn Violet in with fascination and anticipation. She had found her gorgeous partner calmly sitting on top of a tied up, naked, and furiously struggling young man, just finishing cinching his ponyboots on. He had looked up and bleated into his gag, trying to call for help as Violet had found them, and then wailed when Daisy had waved at Violet, “Heya love…I was hoping to have him ready to show you completely…but say hello to Bambi. Our newest addition…and my gift to you.”

Violet had blushed, stepping into the stall with wide eyed fascination, “Bambi. What’s…”

“Ah ah ah,” Daisy had waggled a finger at her, and then flipped the squirming boy around to deliver a pair of stern spanks that had made him wail into his bit gag and cease his warbling, “You don’t get to know anything about him save his horsie name, that he’s someone I know and vetted, and that he belongs to us now.” She gripped the boy’s tight ass, kneading the straining muscles around the tail plug that jutted from his rear and giggled, “he’s just a little antsy because I promised him a threesome to get him out here…and now he knows his cock is staying locked up for a long, long time. After all, he’s gonna have to convince us he deserves to be a stallion.” She had spanked him again, her eyes never leaving Violet’s own as the boy had bucked beneath her, “Ponyboys need all that horny, frustrated energy to really excel…and you’ve always wanted a ponyboy haven’t you love?”

Violet had nodded, and then half tackled Daisy in a flurry of hungry touches and kisses. The young man had writhed beneath the two women as they had made love to one another on top of him, kissing and touching and pleasuring each other, their hungry cries and amorous moans of desire clashing with his own bleatings. They had ground against him, leaving slick trails from their arousal across his body, heating one another as they gloried in the touches and the reality of the denied male beneath them. Even as they had torn orgasms from one another, Violet had remembered looking down. Seeing the disbelief warring against the battered hope on Bambi’s face. That Daisy might have been just joking. That this would actually turn into the threesome he had been promised. But it hadn’t mattered. He wasn’t a full participant in the fun, at least, not an equal one. And true to Daisy’s warning, Violet had seen no reason to unlock him from his chastity device, apart from a daily scrubbing that was clinical in nature. All the teasing, all the erotic whispering and touches, only happened when he was safely locked away. Safely straining in his cage. Knowing that his pleasure was simply a tool in Violet’s training programme.

“Good morning Bambi,” Violet called out, pausing in her movement towards the bent over and panting ponyboy to remove a crop from the wall, “How is my pony this morning?”

Bambi moaned around his bit gag, and after a pause as the boy no doubt wrestled with himself, he at last stamped a hoof boot once.

“Good boy!” Violet enthused with just the right degree of patronizing approval. She wandered over, placing the hand holding the crop on the bar, letting Bambi catch sight of it, and using her other hand to lightly caress his bare skin along his rump and quivering back. Her fingers were light, the touch deliberate, the message clear. Bambi was owned. He was a thing. An animal. A valued animal to be sure, but not a person. Not an equal. He let out a soft moan into his bit gag, fear, anger, and shivering arousal all wrapped up in that sound, and Violet grinned hungrily.

“Such a good pony.” She crooned, still in that soothing, patronizing tone, “Such a pretty pony.” Violet reached over and casually untethered the reins that had kept Bambi situated at the bar, and gave them a firm tug, “Up now pony, up now.” He straightened slowly, then grunted and squealed as she struck him on the outer thigh with the crop.

“Up!” Violet commanded, more sternly, and he bleated into his gag, dancing away a little unsteadily on his hoof boots, while Violet remained in place, lashing out a few times with the crop with an amused grin as the captive man squealed and grunted with each blow. Each one striking him around his thighs, his stomach, his ass. Each one delivered with a precision that Violet was careful to sustain. She didn’t want any permanent damage after all.

“Stand still Bambi you silly thing,” Violet chuckled, smacking him again. And again, “I know you’re antsy. Cooped up inside all day yesterday and not able to run like a pony needs to, huh?”

Bambi growled into his gag, and Violet’s grin sharpened. Breaking the former man down into Bambi was a delight…especially when he offered her resistance. The crop flashed out striking him again. Once on each thigh, and as he danced away she took two smart steps to the side, and slashed it down again to hit each reddening ass cheek. Bambi threw back his head and let out a shriek of frustrated pain, and Violet stepped in, securing the crop to a belt loop and grabbing the boy’s caged manhood. Halting him in his tracks, and making his scream trail off into a pained and fearful whimper.

“When I tell you to stand still, you stand still.” Violet said in a soft, dangerously silky tone, “Otherwise I might do something rather rash like throw your chastity keys away. It’s not like I actually need them after all, your cock isn’t good for very much…apart from controlling you. And I don’t need to take the cage off to do that.”

Bambi bleated into his gag, eyes wide and wild as he stared down at her. She slowly came around to face him, reins clutched in one hand, caged cock and balls in the other.

“How about it bitch, want to keep yanking me around?” Violet grinned at his frantic head shake accompanied by a twice stomped hoof boot, “Good boy, seems that thick skull of yours can still take in information. Maybe there’s hope for you after all.” She released his manhood, stepping back, and then smacked his ass twice with the crop again, “Let’s go! Hup! Hup! On your way! Walk tall!” Each exhortation was accompanied by the crop striking him. Sometimes softly, sometimes hard, peppering his thighs and ass with strikes. Reddening the skin and making him squeal and grunt, once or twice making sounds that almost sounded like whinnying. She led him steadily over, out of the main barn area, past where Bessie was still moaning away as she was milked, and out to where Daisy had just finished positioning the small horse buggy.

“Taking Bambi out for a spin?” Daisy grinned, striding over to meet them and running a hand over Bambi’s now reddened thigh, “Heh, not being too much trouble is he?”

“Not for long,” Violet said brightly, adding another smack with the crop, though a rather light one, “The poor pony just needs to burn some energy. I should’ve kept him going for longer yesterday, but my stream deadline cut into his exercise. Too much time in his stall thinking. Maybe he needs some extra programming time today too.”

Daisy nodded and shrugged, “Well I’m gonna head on in and spend some time with Bessie. Figure the poor cowgirl needs some tender loving care.” She grinned and wiggled her fingers. Daisy had discovered that Ashley was ferociously ticklish, and in addition to the corporal punishment and tease and denial treatments, the poor girl was regularly the victim of Daisy’s skilled fingers. “Anyway, you should be able to do the full course a couple of times. None of the near fields are being worked until this afternoon, so just be back around lunch time and you should be okay.”

Violet nodded, gripping the reins a bit more tightly, “Hear that Bambi? A full morning getting worked over. Isn’t that exciting?”

The pony boy just whimpered into his gag, stamping a hoof boot, and looked at the two women who had claimed him with beseeching hopelessness, his teeth tight around the bit gag.

“That’s the spirit!” Violet said brightly, “Now. Onwards!”

Daisy grinned as she watched her lovely partner drive the pony off, the poor boy’s legs pumping like mad as she encouraged him with crop smacks and flicks of the reins. They would definitely be gone for hours. Violet hadn’t yet gotten many opportunities to truly drive Bambi, and she was hardly going to turn down the opportunity to have him outdoors for the whole morning. Which left plenty of time for Daisy to get acquainted with Bessie, the adorable cowgirl that Violet had so expertly ensnared.

Daisy strode confidently through the barn, enjoying the sounds wafting from the end where she had left Bessie. She rounded the corner, noting the blindfold and sauntered up to the girl silently. Her hand lightly stroked the side of the girl’s face, and the bound woman let out a worried bleat into her cock gag. Daisy caressed her face for a little while longer, running her hands through her hair, along her collared neck, and down her naked back. Acclimating her to her touch, no different than she would with any of her animals. Then she began to hum.

Bessie tensed beneath her, a worried, despairing moan escaping her as she recognized the tune.

Recognized the voice.

“Mmmmmmmmmm,” Daisy let out a hungry little growl as her hands slowly traced down, over the girl’s back, over her butt, and then back up…settling around her ribs.

“Eeeeeeeggfffhhh!” Bessie groaned, struggling now against the tight leather straps, “Nnmmbbggooo pfesssffffgghhh!!”

“I’ve been looking forward to this,” Daisy remarked with a giggle…and then began.

The loud sounds of the milking machine instantly had to compete with gales of frantic, helpless laughter as Bessie seemed to leap into crazed motion, flinging herself against the straps in a useless attempt to escape the fingers. She wailed into her gag, gasping, pleading for reprieve, begging for mercy. Her screams and cries the only accompaniment to the milking machine over the eternal minutes that the attack continued. But Daisy just giggled manically, and continued her ticklish assault. Sending her fingers dancing along the squealing woman’s sides. In to her armpits and neck, and at last making that dreaded journey down her legs. All the way down to her clenched and straining feet.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!” Bessie seemed to inflate and squeal fit to shake the barn to its foundations as Daisy’s fingers crawled and crunched and danced across her straining soles. She just screamed out her laughter, second by second, minute by minute, her body straining with all of its might against the straps. Not letting up for a moment her verbal and physical efforts until at last, at last, Daisy relented and let the girl’s feet alone. She stood from where she had crouched, smacking Bessie’s ass a couple of times, letting the woman gasp and groan. Letting her try to steady her breathing, as Daisy calmly checked the milking pail beneath her.

“Mmmm, well cowgirl, you’ve managed a bit more than I expected. I think half an hour of tickling really helped motivate you.” Daisy giggled at the tired, heartfelt moan of denial that Bessie offered up, and groped the blonde woman’s ass liberally, “Mmmmm, so tell you what, you’ve been hooked up for about an hour now. How about we get you going on some exercise of your own for a couple hours. Then you’ll do your late morning milking. Then some lunch, Then another hour of exercise…and then we’ve got four hours of programming while you get milked. And if you are a good obedient little cow through all of that…I’ve got a special treat in store for you. A special way you get to cum today.”

Bessie moaned and tried to look up, her eyes full of worry, and Daisy laughed, “No no, little cow. I’m not going to tickle you…at that point at least. I’ll be using you as I please all day, but trust me, tonight is gonna be special. You’ll love it. Now, I wanna hear a big loud moo to tell me you’re gonna be a good girl. Otherwise…” Daisy shrugged, “Otherwise I’m gonna tickle and flog you until you can’t think straight. And then you are gonna be in your programming helmet until bedtime…and you’ll be going to bed without an orgasm, locked in chastity. And that is how we will spend the next day, and the next, and the next. Until you can’t think anymore. Until even you forget that you were ever anything other than Bessie. Until I’ve got a good little cow bitch, that anyone I introduce you to will think this is all you’ve ever wanted from life. To be my cow. My slave. Forever.”

Bessie stared at her in horror, and Daisy crouched down in front of her, her friendly smile matched by the hungry lust in her eyes, “So. Let me hear that moo, slut.”

Bessie’s frantic, panic filled moo filled the barn…accompanied by Daisy’s delighted, eager laughter.

Violet did indeed spend all morning out on the track, a winding dirt path that swept through light forest and tall fields of grain. Thankfully out of sight for the most part, with plenty of small glades and clearings to stop in to rest as needed. But she kept up a punishing pace, pausing every half an hour or so to hydrate herself and her ponyboy. And to rub him down with liberal amounts of sunscreen and other skin protection gels. She didn’t want him damaged, and a sunburned pony would take days and days to recover. He put up with the ministrations, his face always blushing red as she worked her hands over his body. A body that was already beginning to show signs of definition and muscle that hadn’t been there a week ago. A body that was already showing its physical acclimation to his new life.

Violet took advantage of that, urging him on at a run for most of the time away, eager to show him just how hard he would need to work. Her pony boy was already showing an impressive stamina, and despite working away at a jog if not run while pulling her along, he was still managing a decent pace as he turned back towards the barn for the lunch hour. Violet rode her cart back into its place where she then unhitched Bambi and led him back into the barn, back to the same bar where she tethered him, flipped his bit gag out of his mouth, and shoved a cock feeder gag in. Her pony boy blushed, groaning but obediently beginning to suck the nutritious if bland paste through the feeder. Not a single human word muttered. He, after all, knew better at this point.

Daisy and Violet met up at lunch, going over what training had been delivered and how. Enjoying one another’s company and relaxing as they watched their mutual projects eat, squirm, and flush in their naked helplessness.

After lunch the work began again. Bessie had her milking time. Bambi was used to haul firewood. To bring feed out to the goats and chickens. And then both of them were brought over to the programming stalls. Settled down in frogtied positions, their heads linked into VR devices that were attached to the walls, and cock gags used to plug their mouths. The differing programmes were switched on, unique blends of hypnotic suggestions and commands, all tied to their “chosen” profession. All encouraging, commands, suggesting, teasing towards their subjugation and submission to their two Mistresses. Flashing pictures of Daisy and Violet with words ordering them to “OBEY” “SUBMIT” “FOLLOW” “GIVE IN” “ADORE.” Bessie got additional exhortations like “MILKING IS PLEASURE” “COWS DON’T THINK” and “YOU ARE HORNY AND COMPLIANT.” Bambi for his part got “PONIES SERVE” “ORGASMS ARE FOR OTHERS” “CHASTITY IS PLEASURE” and “ETERNAL SERVITUDE.” By the time that the rubber cocks they were sucking on finally began to dispense their dinner paste after five hours of the programme, both of them were drooling, moaning messes.

Violet waved at Daisy as the other woman dealt with Bessie, she stepped into the stall to begin getting Bambi unhooked. She removed the VR headset, and took the cock gag out of his mouth. When she fitted the bit gag back in, and raised the blindfold up to his head, it happened. His eyes, already oddly spacey suddenly widened and his breath became ragged. Short, sharp and fast, his body began to twitch and spasm a little as he let out a keening wail.

Violet dumped the blindfold to the ground, her tasks jettisoned immediately as she knelt next to the panicking ponyboy, wrapping her arms around the shivering young man. Her voice, raised throughout the day in shouts, in snarls, in growls and patronizing commands was suddenly soft.

Soothing.

“Hey now, hey there, it’s okay. It’s okay sweetie, I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” Violet murmured, rocking back and forth while she held the boy as he jerked and wailed and whimpered, “You’re fine. You’re here, with me. I’ve got you. Shhhhh, shhhh, shhhhh.” One hand across his chest began to caress his neck, her lips near his ear murmuring soft soothing words as she slowly leaned to the side with him. Pulling the pair of them down onto the soft hay, “Shhhhh, there, there now, you’re here. You’re here.” She held him, repeating the words. Repeating the sounds of soothing. Calm. Over and over, losing the both of them in the simple repetition of her motions, of her sounds. Letting the boy twitch and squirm and whimper against her. Giving him the space to move but never releasing her hold. Never abandoning him or letting him feel her absence. Violet wasn’t precisely sure how much time had passed before she heard his breathing change. He sucked in a deep breath and she closed her eyes, breathing a small silent sigh of relief as she kissed the back of his neck.

Violet chuckled softly, still caressing the raggedly breathing boy, “Today was a lot. Today was a lot and you did so well. So well Bambi! You nearly made it an entire week, and I am so, so proud of you. Shhhhhh, its alright. Its alright.” She kissed the back of his neck again, and smiled as the boy’s breathing hitched, and changed. The raggedness was still there, but he was breathing more deeply now. Shuddering less. The acuteness of the panic attack had passed.

“Don’t worry sweetie, we can forgo you sleeping in the stall tonight.” Violet smiled, caressing his chest a little, “How about you come up to the house with me, hmmm?”

Bambi bleated into his bit gag, nodding his head, moving slowly and uncertainly, almost as though drunk. Violet shook her head and chivvyed him to his hoof booted feet where he swayed a little until she gathered his reins in hand, “C’mon now. Step carefully. Let’s get you a little treat tonight huh?”

Violet led her mincing, whimpering ponyboy up to the house where she had to urge him over the threshold and inside. The clopping of his hooves made a louder sound indoors, and Violet winced as she imagined the dings and scrapes on the floor. She’d have to buff those out later. For now, she had a ponyboy to comfort. She reached the large room that she and Daisy had made over into their ground floor pleasure and play room, and stopped dead.

On the large rubber and latex covered bed which dominated one wall, Daisy was already lying there, with a securely hogtied and moaning Ashley, Bessie, who was wrapped up in Daisy’s arms and clearly well on her way to enjoying an orgasm courtesy of the vibrator wedged between her thighs.

“I see.” Violet chuckled, giving a wide-eyed Bambi’s reins a tug to bring him fully into the room, “Pausing the farm life for the night all around huh?”

Daisy shrugged happily, her hand lazily stroking Ashley’s head, “I think I nearly drove the poor thing mad from all the tickling. I think an orgasm from her Mistress’ hand and getting to sleep in a bed for a night will be a decent enough reward.” She kissed the top of Ashley's head and giggled, “Besides, you told me she doesn’t need to start any of your duo streams for another month. Which means she is staying my little cow slut until then…hell, maybe I’ll have her wear her collar and chastity belt while streaming. She doesn’t neeeeeed to have her camera going.”

Ashley moaned, and Daisy looked down at her, and let her hand drift down between the girl’s legs to begin…playing. Ashley squeaked, and began to suddenly thrust.

Violet chuckled, “I had the same thought. I figured, Bambi, despite all of my threats and promises, probably would rather like his cage off for an orgasm too.” She heard the bleat of longing from behind her and turned back to the boy, “Don’t let this be any reason to think I’m gonna go easy on you tomorrow slave.” She griped Bambi’s caged cock again, though her smile was soft and teasing rather than hard and threatening, “You’re still my pony bitch…all summer long. You’re still Bambi. I’m not going to be one iota less demanding…but I want you to know. However hard it gets, however out of your mind with arousal and pain and pining for freedom you might experience…you are safe here.” She grinned crookedly, “Odd as that may seem coming from the woman who has been a right terror to you, but its true. I get you for the summer, I get a genuine pony slave. But at the end of this, you are gonna be allowed to leave. Daisy and I aren’t thaaaaat insane.”

The two lovers laughed at that, and their two slaves groaned and squealed at the same time, as one continued to edge her way towards orgasm, and the other for the first time finally got to begin to experience the other side of Violet. The caring, soft side that, until now, only Daisy had ever truly enjoyed. The side of Violet that would leave Bambi an aching, quivering, utterly satiated wreck in about two hours time. He would later not even recall falling asleep in Violet’s arms, nestled in a warm nest of bodies on that wondrous bed. But he would remember flashes of it the next day. He would remember enough to realize that that bed, and all the joys that accompanied it, had become his own goal for the remainder of his captivity. Performing well enough, being the best pony slave he could be, all to earn the chance that Mistress Violet might once again take pity on him. Might once again allow him to leave the barn, just for a night. Just for a brief escape. Just to experience that other side of Violet. Of Daisy. To lose himself in the lust of that room…and to return to the reality of his slavery the next day…motivated to try once more.

It was going to be a very long summer for all involved…and it was only early May yet. Bessie had long weeks ahead of her before she could hope to claw back time as a human being…and even then who knows for how long she would remain free from Daisy’s clutches. And the young man known only as Bambi to all save himself had long months of his own to serve…and who knows what thoughts of continued servitude might grow in the dark reaches of his mind…and the mind of his Mistresses…

For this was the first summer, but far from the last, where cowgirls and ponyboys would be trained on The Farm…