Good Girl Alice has a Birthday

My name is Alice and I am Daddy's Good Girl. I have written about my experiences before and this time, I'm going to tell you about my latest birthday and the present that Daddy gave me.

Previously, I wrote about how Daddy makes birthdays special occasions for everyone in His family. Daddy puts a lot of thought into creating special events for our birthdays based on how well he understands each of we Good Girls so we all look forward to them.

My last birthday was in April and it was my third since I became one of Daddy's Good Girls. The first two were awesome so I was really looking forward to my next one. My anticipation heightened even more when Daddy said we were going to fly to Cincinnati to celebrate and that I didn't need to pack any clothes to take along.

Daddy has come to know me really well since I became His. He knows that I get turned on by humiliation and confinement. He also says that I like to be objectified, which is a form of humiliation. I also know that Daddy doesn't waste opportunities to use his Girls for his pleasure. So it wasn't a total surprised that he made me put on a steel chastity belt before we left for the airport.

I was a nervous wreck on the way to the airport because I knew I would never get through security with it on. Sure enough, when I stepped into the scanner and put my hands over my head, the female officer told me she would have to pat me down. She felt the chastity belt during the pat-down so I had to go into a little room with two officers and take down my pants so they could see. It was bad enough that they could see my belt but by this time, I was so turned on by the humiliation that it was dripping pussy juice. I'm sure I smelled up the entire room. Daddy watched everything from a distance with a big smile on his face.

When we got to Cincinnati, Daddy rented a car and we started driving south. I always want to have some form of confinement when I'm with Daddy but he is super-strict about safety, so he won't restrain me in the car in case we are in an accident. I wanted to masturbate but he wouldn't allow it. Besides, the chastity belt would make it almost impossible to touch my clit.

We drove off the highway and into rural Kentucky where there are huge horse farms. How could we possibly celebrate my birthday out in the middle of nowhere? I would soon have my answer.

After about 2 hours driving, we turned into the driveway for one of the large horse farms we had been passing. Daddy stopped the car and turned to me.

"Alice, for your birthday, I am going to have you transformed into a ponygirl. Do you know what that is?"

"Yes Daddy, I've seen videos. You are going to transform me into a pony."

"That's right. The people here are going to train you and teach you how to behave and act. After you complete your training, you will take me for a ride in a cart."

"Yes, Daddy."

"When we arrive at the end of this driveway and you get out, you will not speak again until we leave. Ponies don't speak. You'll learn to communicate using sounds and motions that horses make. Do you understand?

"Yes, Daddy."

"Good Girl."

We completed our journey to the end of the driveway where there was a man and 3 topless women in open-crotch riding pants waiting for us. The man greeted Daddy and ordered one of the women to attend to his luggage. They went off together and I was left with the remaining woman who opened my car door and motioned me to get out.

She spoke to me immediately. "I am your trainer. You don't need to know my name because you are not permitted to speak it anyhow. I will talk to you, however, because I know you understand me. You will obey all of my instructions or you will be whipped."

She motioned me to follow her and we entered a very large horse barn. There was a basket near the entry to the barn and she directed me to take off my clothes and put them on the shelf. We proceeded through the center of the barn and I noticed each stall had a horse in it. This was obviously a real, working horse farm.

We stopped at a stall that was vacant and she motioned me inside. The floor of the stall was covered with fresh straw. There was a bucket and a roll of toilet paper in the corner and a small trough filled with water. On the far wall, there was a large full length mirror. There was also a blanket folded in the corner. I also noticed a security camera mounted so that it had a full view of the stall. Perhaps Daddy would be watching me.

There was a chain connected to each of two sides of the stall with handcuffs and a steel collar attached. "The bitch", as I was calling her in my mind, put the collar on me and put my wrists in the handcuffs. The collar was connected to both chains so I was immovable in a standing position in the center of the stall, with my wrists attached to the chains, and facing away from the mirror.

The bitch started to run her hands over my body in a lurid and appraising manner. I didn't like what she was doing and felt like she was taking liberties with Daddy's property. She pinched my nipples and rubbed her finger roughly over my clit but was careful to not cause any marks that Daddy might notice. She rubbed her pussy-juice-soaked fingers on my face and scorned, "Jesus, you're soaking. What a slut."

Finally she was done with her cheap feels and left. After a time, the two bare-breasted women that had greeted us at the car came into my stall together carrying leather gear that I learned was called "tack". Silently, they started to dress me in the gear. They started with the boots which were obviously custom-made. They were thigh-high and the foot was shaped like a horse hoof complete with a stainless steel shoe on the bottom. The shoe had an extension that provided support. The heel inside the shoe was raised, like a high heel, but the footing was wider and more stable.

Next they put sort of a bustier on me made out of leather the two large rings on the side. I would later learn they were where the cart would be hitched onto me. The top of the bustier pushed my boobs up nicely and I liked that.

After that, the brought out a nice-sized anal plug with a horse tail attached. Daddy had trained my anus so with a little lube it went in and I was sporting a tail. My pussy was left uncovered and unplugged.

Next was the harness, or more properly, the bridle. It was a harness with a bit gag built in and two large leather pieces that functioned as blinders. Reins were attached to either side. Daddy had bought me a similar harness a few months ago (without reins or blinders) so I felt comfortable and sexy when the girls put it on me. I knew it wouldn't be long before drool was dripping onto my boobs. I was getting more turned on by the minute.

A posture collar was put around my neck and tightened just enough to keep my head in position. The posture collar had rings on either side and the girls threaded the reins through them and let them rest on my back.

The final piece of clothing was a leather armbinder. After the girls had it on me, they laced it up tightly to force my shoulders back and my boobs out. Obviously, part of the purpose of this tack was to make me look sexy for Daddy.

My dressing was complete so the girls turned me around to face the mirror. I was a bit shocked by the transformation and felt like I was going to cum just standing there. Two of my 3 holes were plugged, my arms were bound and I was dressed up as an elegant ponygirl. I was determined not to just act like a pony, but to become a pony. Daddy deserved nothing less.

I knew Daddy would be pleased when he saw me and that is cock would get hard. Nothing was as important to me these days as pleasing Daddy. He had shown me a better way of life, at least for me; a life where I was cherished and cared for, respected and desired. Daddy was my comfort, my safety net, my protector, and my mentor. Becoming a pony seemed like only a small way to express my gratitude for the change in my life that he had brought.

And, it was making me horny as hell. Daddy had demonstrated once again his excellent understanding of my personality and needs. Being transformed into an animal was the ultimate confinement and possession. Daddy owned me so thoroughly that he was able to decide what species I was going to be on a given day.

The girls attached a thin chain to one of my nipple rings as a lead and led me out of the stall and down the corridor between the stalls. The floor was cement so I could hear my feet go "clip, clop, clip, clop" with each step.

While one girl was leading me, the other girl left and got one of the real horse out of its stall. She brought the horse alongside me so we were walking in tandem. Ahead of us I saw "the bitch" waiting. She had a thin whip in her hand that I later learned was a carriage whip. She took the lead from the girl and waved for the other girl to stop the horse.

She pointed to the horse. "You are one of these. For the first part of your training, you will walk along side this horse and you will imitate everything it does and every sound it makes. This (pointing to the whip) will let you know how you're doing."

She unhooked the chain-lead and started walking the horse. I fell in step with him, matching his pace so that the "clip clop" was synchronous. The bitch would stop and start the horse and I did my best to stay in lock step. If the horse bobbed its head, whinnied, snorted, or neighed, I did the same. If it pissed on the floor, I did the same. My motions, sounds, and thoughts, were controlled by the wild beast next to me. The transformation from human to pony was underway.

After about an hour of walking back and forth through the barn, the bitch called the girls and they took me to my stall and undressed me. A bowl of warm stew was brought to me and the stall was locked for the night. I was hungry and the stew tasted good and it felt almost natural to be eating out of the bowl with no utensils.

The Kentucky summer evening was warm but I crawled under the blanket anyhow to hide the fact that I was fingering myself. I came quickly and intensely. Daddy had me on a orgasm budget so I knew I was only allowed to have one and he might be watching on the camera. I rearranged myself on top of the blanket and fell asleep quickly listening to the sounds of my friends in the other stalls.

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I slept well and was already awake then the girls brought me breakfast, an omelet in a bowl. They dressed me again and left me in the stall. The bitch arrived and led me out of the stall without a word. I was taken to a different building where there was a very large arena. Other ponies (real and human) were already being trained when we arrived. I looked over the ponygirls and ponyboys with keen interest. I was simultaneously amused and turned on by the half-rigid cocks of the ponyboys bouncing against their legs as they pranced across the arena.

There were bleachers on one side with humans, apparently Owners, seated watching the training. Daddy wasn't among them.

The bitch led me to one side of the arena and started training me. Initially I was trained by myself, lunging, prancing, stopping and starting. I was dripping sweat, drool and pussy juice. I did reasonably well because the bitch only used the whip on my ass a few times. Later it occurred to me that if Daddy thought she was being too harsh with me, she would likely experience some whipping herself.

By noon, I was exhausted and Daddy had not yet appeared. I was given a rest period and lunch in my stall, this time with my tack on. Lunch was a smoothie fed to me with a feeding tube wedged in with the bit. I choked a few times but managed to swallow.

I was allowed to sit on a high stool with both chains attached to my collar so I wouldn't fall down. I managed to nap briefly in this position.

Somewhat refreshed, my training resumed, this time with a sulky attached. The bitch sat in the sulky and taught me how to respond the the reins properly. I pulled her around the arena in a circle, learning how to understand her directions from the reins.

From here on, it gets harder to remember because the transformation was progressing. I was thinking less and responding and reacting more. It was almost like a kind of semi-conscious subspace feeling. I was a pony. Ponies pull carts and respond to reins. Nothing else needed to be in my mind so my mind slowly emptied.

So when I spotted Daddy in the bleachers, my reaction wasn't what it would have been a day earlier. It was more a warm, satisfied, pleasurable feeling that filled my body with no associated articulation in my brain. I whinnied with delight and stomped my foot.

I was still losing fluids through 3 ways so the bitch was squirting water into my mouth at frequent intervals. When she did that, my tongue would play with the bit and I'd give a snort. Snot dripped out of my nose and I didn't even notice.

Finally the training ended and the bitch got off the sulky and Daddy got on. He took the reins, gave them a shake and said "Giddyup pony!" I was in heaven! Daddy had transformed me into his pet, his beast of burden, and his animal. I strained against the sulky and got moving forward. He slowed me down and I high-stepped. Then he made me go faster and I trotted. What I was feeling is impossible to describe in words because ponies don't have words.

Daddy took me for a long ride, out of the arena and barns onto a forest trail with a heavy canopy to provide cover from nosy drones and satellites. We spent more than an hour out there on the trails. My adrenaline kept me going. We did take a break once and Daddy inserted a remote control vibrator into my pussy. He used it to give me the most incredible standing orgasm I've had in a long time.

The day was coming to an end and Daddy headed us back to the barn. The girls unhitched me from the sulky and took me back to my stall to be put to bed for the night.

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It was a bit of a shock the next morning when my clothes were returned to me and I was invited to eat in the dining room with the other humans. I was told I could speak but chose not to. On the ride back to the airport, I was silent, curled up next to Daddy as much as the seat belt would allow. Daddy understood and didn't try to get me to talk. I would never share my experience with anyone else, not even my Sisters. It was a private, intimate thing between Daddy and me. I loved Him more than even now; not just as a sex partner and daughter, but also as his beloved pony.