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.