Dorcus and the Rule of Names Ch. 03

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.