Hooferella Trotting

Our story begins on Saturday, April 28th, 2018 when Katalina Star took her newest maid and milk slave to her private racetrack. The maid, Azurine “Azzy” Vebbins (a.k.a. Hooferella) was scheduled to begin her filly training today. Meanwhile, Kat’s milk slave, Bonnie “Bonbon” McBody was brought along for reasons only Miss Star knew. Star did make a point to have Bonbon on a leash because it was private property and the lass did attempt escaping once before. Azzy, meanwhile, timidly took her first steps sporting newly polished “hind hooves” on her feet. For the past week, Ms. Vebbins routinely practiced walking tiptoed to train herself for wearing the constrictive footwear. Katalina decided not to walk Azurine on a leash this fateful morning since she’d already done so two weeks ago and needed to carry her new filly’s saddle, reins and an extended riding crop. In terms of attire, Katalina is dressed in her traditional black jockey jacket, white button up dress shirt, white gloves, white riding pants, and black thigh-high riding boots. Bonbon, meanwhile, wore a cow-themed bikini, a collar with a golden bell with the name “‘Bonbon” inscribed on it, and a tail plug. As for Hooferella herself, along with her hind hooves, the filly sported a posture collar she begrudgingly still referred to as a “halo”, a bit gag, and a sky blue string bikini. The three women approach the first training station when Katalina provides her first lesson to Hooferella.

Katalina: This,

She begins to describe placing the saddle upside down on the ground so she can place in the rest of her equipment before nudging the filly forward some.

Katalina: Is what I call the Pace Maker. It was designed by Claire so...mm, keep that in mind, love.

From the small station that looked like a parking metre with a parking meter with a small ledge attached to it, Kat produces some wires with suction cups at the end of them planting them firmly along Azzy’s stomach and sternum.

Katalina: When I switch this on you’ll begin marching in place. You’ll begin otherwise you’ll be getting a shock. Not pleasant. Underneath this ledge are a couple of touchpads you bring your knees against. Doing so at a set tempo will keep you from being shocked. Understand?

Katalina looks up at her filly drawing a finger along the side of the bit gag.

Katalina: Of course you do. If you misstep the machine will know because, as I said, it works on a tempo basis, Meaning if you slip on a step or if your knee doesn’t go high enough...you get a shock. So let’s start you off with a half second step.

Kat turns the device on and sets the tempo to a half second beep noise. The suddenness of starting doesn’t come to Azzy right away as the machine knows and sends a mild shock to her system.

Katalina: Prance, Hooferella, prance!

Hooferella listens to the half-second rhythm and begins to syncopate her steps into a proper marching rhythm. The filly also makes sure to touch her knees to the touchpads mentioned previously to avoid being shocked further. It’s almost hypnotic how adept she soon becomes at being able to prance. Guess spending one day at the arcade playing Dance Dance Revolution really did pay off. Once Hooferella successfully completes her routine via touching both pads twenty-five times each, Kat attaches the reins to the bit gag and gently tugs. Since no one would dare steal the other equipment, Star walks her filly to the circling station. Katalina once again explains the proper procedure and what will happen if failure occurs.

Katalina: Step out further, Hooferella.

Kat gives a few swats to Azzy’s backside forcing her a few feet further onto the beaten trail.

Katalina: Hopefully your legs aren’t aching because if they are…

She shrugs her shoulders a little.

Katalina: You’re going to prance in a circle around your Mistress. If I notice anything wrong with your posture I’m going to whip you. If at any time I feel you’re going too slowly, I’ll whip you. If you even decide to turn your head away...mm, I’m sure you get the idea.

Kat reaches out striking the whip gently against the back of Azzy’s leg.

Katalina: Go on then. BonBon, you’re training too. Let’s hear what a milking cow sounds like.

Hooferella subconsciously blushes momentarily hearing Kat refer to herself as Mistress. Focused as all get out, Hooferella prances around Kat with precision and with invisible blinders on. Remembering what she studied from Chapter 2 of her textbook, the filly continues circling around Miss Star until hearing Kat tell her to halt. Meanwhile, Bonbon has been mooing for the past thirty or forty revolutions. The animalistic utterances please as well as humor Kat to some degree. The specific number of revolutions Hooferella completes before halted is 42. This part of the training probably proved easier for Hooferella since Azurine regularly competes in waltz dance marathons. The filly makes sure not to slouch even for a second for fear of being whipped by Kat’s riding crop again. Kat still smacks her backside again but the swat is more of a congratulatory pass.

Katalina: Congrats. Miss. Perfect.

Kat sighs making her way around her newest filly drawing a hand possessively along her arm.

Katalina: Perfection annoys me, you should know that. What’s even the point of bringing you out here for this, hm?

Kat snaps the bit gag from Azurine’s mouth pulling it to the side letting it hang there.

Katalina: Answer.

She answers in a meek and humbled tone with her head bowed and both hands folded in front of herself.

Hooferella: To be broken in as your new filly, Miss Star. Dat I know no-din’ and was only “perfect” in dis one area ’cause I read and read your “required curriculum” all week when I wasn’t wid my sweet-heart, performin’ my Designated Domestic Duties, eatin’, cookin’, showerin’, or sleepin’.

Katalina: That kind of answer will have you rooming with Yedda.

The dominatrix states putting the bit bag in between Azurine’s teeth locking it in place before stepping back giving the reins a flick.

Katalina: Resume prancing and when you think you have an excuse for your obnoxious perfection let out a whinney and I’ll decide whether or not to listen to you. Start. BonBon, keep mooing.

Bonbon starts Hooferella off with an extended moo. The filly prances again around Kat. However, this time when she notices she’s going at a steady clip/good gallop, Hooferella lets out a nervous whinney. She feels a swift swat from the riding crop ever so often now. When Hooferella begins to increase her speed, she remembers to shift to a trudging crawl of a march. Once again, Star swats her with the extended riding crop for moving too slowly. Bonbon, meanwhile, practically moos her head off. Finally, for the final fifteen revolutions Hooferella struggles by turning her head away. Kat gets her necessary licks in with her riding crop before once again telling her whipped filly to halt. Before providing feedback, Miss Star pulls a glass from her jockey jacket, pops out one of Bonbon’s breasts, and proceeds to pour herself some freshly-squeezed milk. Once Kat quenches her thirst and places Bonbon’s mammary away, she replies to Hooferella’s progress thusly…

Katalina: Better. You want to be trained? Or you want to show off?

Kat pulls both the leads and BonBon’s leash bringing them both to a pole set in the middle of another dirt circle. The pole was tall, roughly fifteen or so feet tall with a horizontal top to it making it like a giant T. On one end of the horizontal bar is a series of straps hanging from the end and the other held to a large, empty jug. Kat proceeds to strap Azurine with the leather bindings as she explains.

Katalina: This is the same as the last march you did in that you’ll be going in a circle. However, this time you’ll be measured more on balance rather than just performance alone.

It was at this moment that both Azzy and Bonbon would realize there were indeed others at the track. In fact, given they were closer now to the actual large structure there could be heard the sound of varying whinnies as a woman in a maid uniform comes out and proceeds to fill up the jug with water tugging up on the straps connected to Azzy. Just for added measure, Kat pulls aside the bikini top revealing both of Hooferella’s breasts attaching a pair of clamps to her nipples setting up the other end to the straps themselves.

Katalina: Little more for the perfectionist here.

She says with a little venom in her tone as the maid does as she’s told filling the jug more causing it to lower and thus tug on the straps in turn pull along the nipple clamps.

Katalina: March. Keep the water in the jug.

Kat simply commands as she gives Bonbon’s leash a tug making her way to a covered patio.

Katalina: Cows don’t like the shade, Bonbon.

Azurine panics and trembles when she notices there are clamps on her nipples. She’s also knee knocking a bit as her breasts haven’t been this exposed outside of a boudoir or shower before. Still, she proceeds to prance as Bonbon moos in the sun just outside of the covered patio. Luckily, Kat had applied liberal amounts of sunblock to both Hooferella and Bonbon prior to their arrival. She’d rather punishments came from her than the Sun. Kat’s newest filly accidentally kicks the pole on each revolution as water slowly trickles out. Hooferella makes sure to walk an awkward pace, tilting her head side-to-side every so often, and makes sure not to get a good gallop just yet. Kat can somewhat figure she’ll be quite the speedster with minimal air resistance and just sheer tenacity, but today was more about humbling Hooferella. When roughly 10% of the water is left in the jug, Kat tells Hooferella to halt one more time. The poor filly appears somewhat drenched from head to toe as Katalina smirks and comments about her balance.

Katalina: You look so tired.

Kat comes down from the patio approaching her filly removing the straps leaving the clamps for last letting them take the most weight.

Katalina: You’re so thirsty.

She removes the clamps as the jug drops to the ground spilling out as Katalina takes out the gag.

Katalina: You better hope there’s enough left in there for you…

Hooferella drinks from the jug as her breasts naturally jiggle up and down. The filly smiles having her thirst quenched and hands the jug to Kat hoping she’ll receive her upper unmentionable/bikini top back. She, Hooferella, then awaits Miss Star’s assessment on if she can become one of her ponygirls. Hooferella’s prototype filly outfit also appears to be on the covered patio table. Kat delays given her assessment to see Hooferella sweat it out a little before saying…

Katalina: Bonbon,

The domina begins keeping her attention on the would be filly kneeling before her. Instead of returning the top, Kat simply passes it off to the maid.

Katalina: There’s an outdoor shower station by the big red barn. Take Hooferella there and have her washed up and returned to me.

The maid nods obediently grabbing Hooferella by the reins and walking her to the outdoor shower station by the big red barn. The maid proceeds to clean this potential filly from head to toe, every square inch and every strand of hair. The cleaning solution appears to be a shower/conditioner/body wash hybrid that’s specially formulated for women. Once fully cleaned and sanitized off, the maid returns Hooferella to her potential jockey Kat. Hooferella still feeling some uncertainty attempts to cover herself below with both hands. Viewing Hooferella glistening and appearing very much like “The Adorkable Angel” she claims to be in the ring, Kat continues her assessment.

Katalina: Don’t.

She begins as she uses the back thick end of her crop to knock away Azzy’s hands from her front.

Katalina: Arms will be kept at your side or behind your back at all times. Why are you so nervous, hm? You think I haven’t seen a naked woman before?

Kat turns toward Bonbon tugging away her bikini top but not only that she grips the stringed bottoms tugging up forcing the material between her vaginal lips.

Katalina: Nothing. Why? Because Bonbon’s mine. Just like you. So behind or to your sides. And stand up straight. Such a disrespectful sight to present yourself to your Mistress like this.

Hooferella whinneys and places both hands behind her back. The reason she decided to hide herself becomes apparent to Kat immediately. Her new filly possessed a pristine tantalization temple she did not want Kat seeing. Didn’t want really anyone to see except her sweetheart, but that dream was dashed. Hooferella makes sure she stands up straight as Katalina recognizes how contrite her filly has become by performing the corrective action. The domina continues providing her assessment while now holding up the filly outfit. Bonbon, meanwhile, being a woman who enjoys being a real hunt nuzzles Kat’s legs, hips, and sides.

Katalina:  Better.

She first replies paying no mind to the space between Hooferella’s legs and places a hand alongside Bonbon’s head stroking her slave tenderly.

Katalina: We’re going to see how you are in your outfit now. First, the bodysuit. Put it on.

The domina orders about to pass it along to Azzy only to drop it to the ground at the last second. The new filly prances towards the bodysuit, bends over, picks it up, and tries slipping into it. While bent over she feels a swat from the extended riding crop. This causes Hooferella to slip herself into the bodysuit faster but more awkwardly. Azzy returns to as much of a vertical base as her 5’6” frame will allow. Kat keeps stroking Bonbon’s head while mentioning the next part of her filly’s new outfit.

Katalina: Turn around and bend over so that you can grip your ankles.

Katalina commands being given a bright red tail plug from the maid. The hair looks awfully familiar to Azzy as Kat holds the plug down to Bonbon’s mouth.

Katalina: Lubricate, Bonbon.

Azzy truly wonders what she got herself into but dutifully bends over and grips her ankle. She notices her hair up top has been recently cut. She also notices a pair of hair trimmers on the covered patio table. Bonbon lubricates the tail with her mouth before placing it back into Mistress Katalina’s hands.

Katalina: Such a wonderful slave you are.

The dominatrix smiles stroking the top of Bonbon’s head this time before moving her hand to the top of Azzy’s rump readying the tail plug sticking it against the anus and begins to twist. After a few twists and pushes, Katalina manages it inside with a light popping noise giving her filly a couple of pats.

Katalina: Upright, Hooferella. Go and get your hooves back on.

Hooferella huffs a little as she prances towards her hooves. She slips her hind hooves back on which she feels is the most normal part of her new outfit since she wears stilettos on possible days off. She stands upright again and does her best to smile at Kat when the domina discusses the next part of her filly’s outfit.

Katalina:  Bridle,

Kat states fixing the straps around Hooferella’s head straightening and tightening them. At the top of it were the three feathers that stood upright in a blue, pink, and blue scheme.

Katalina: Bit,

She fixes the twisted metal bit gag inside of Azzy’s mouth clipping it to the other side of the bridle. Once that was nice and secure, she attaches on the blinders that also came with connected ears pointing out from the side. Kat gives them a flick and giggles under her breath while stroking out Azzy’s hair.

Katalina: Put your arms forward, Hooferella. Be a good slave like Bonbon and obey your Mistress.

The woman under the costume does not consider herself like Bonbon, but given her current circumstances she puts her arms forward. She does her best to remain resolute face-wise as Kat continues explaining the next part of her filly’s outfit. Azzy does subconsciously moan when Kat stroked her hair since she believes it’s a scientific fact that gingers are more sensitive to touch.

Katalina: Such a good girl.

She whispers stroking her hair a little more as the maid comes with the added hooves. Steel bracers with straps connected to lengthy hoof boots that could be adjusted in height to make Hooferella level once down to all fours. Kat slips Azzy’s left hand inside one as the maid does the right arm.

Katalina: Grip the handles tightly inside, Hoofy.

Hooferella, or Hoofy now, grips the handles tightly inside. She lets loose another unconscious moan when Kat strokes her hair again. Hoofy looks at her jockey Kat, whinneys, but makes sure not to be anything except docile. She does shake her head whenever the word “slave” is mentioned. Katalina chats up Hoofy when Bonbon attempts to provide Kat with a midday feeding of sorts.

Katalina: Need some attention, do you? Alright. Hoofy, wait there.

Giving two pats atop of Azzy’s head Kat gives her moocow some attention crouching down taking an udder into both hands lifting it up to begin sucking along the nipple. Meanwhile, the maid continues where the Mistress left off and begins to strap Azzy’s arms in place inside the bracers making it impossible for her to simply pull them off. As if that weren’t enough, there was also some leather material from under the handle that the maid brings up and over Hooferella’s fingers locking that by her wrist meaning now she couldn’t even let go of the handles. The maid smiles at the redhead and steps around to repeat the process with the other front hoof as Kat finishes with her milking cow.

Katalina: You’re going to need some direct milking later, Bonbon. I’ll see to it your udders receive that level of attention while I’m riding, alright?

Hoofy struggles to free her fingers from the handles to no avail. She thinks of all the parts of her outfit and remembers or thinks she remembers that the saddle hasn’t been placed on yet. Kat grabs the saddle, describing it while placing it somewhere on Hoofy’s back. Bonbon fans herself and appears thoroughly smitten being milked that way. Hoofy responds to other nicknames or monikers Kat uses, but being stubborn as a mule she shakes her head once again when the word “slave” is mentioned.

Katalina: Forward, forward, forward, slave.

Kat instructs gently leading Hooferella down to all fours making her a perfect horse now as the maid locks up the straps for the saddle making certain it’s nice and tight in place.

Katalina: Now, I know you’re not taking to your position as slave well, look at me.

She commands bringing Hooferella’s head up so she and Kat are eye to eye.

Katalina: But you have zero say in the matter now, do you? No you don’t. Look at Bonbon, look at my milk slave. Blissful and happy at her Mistresses side. Do you know what problems she comes to me about? Milking related. What problems do you have? Yedda. Fend for yourself or become mine and I’ll properly protect you.

She says looking at the maid nodding her head as the woman produces a pair of stirrups with chains and metal clamps at the end of them.

Katalina: So ordinarily I’d be attaching these to the saddle. But I couldn’t help but notice your sudden decline from your perfection. That tells me you either you wish to serve my best interests by suddenly spoiling your efforts but just refuse to make that final commitment...or you’re just horrible at balance. Either way, you deserve punishment.

The maid crouches and fixes the clamps to Hooferella’s nipples letting the stirrups dangle down as Kat comes along her new filly’s side giving her bottom a firm spank.

Katalina: Start walking, Hoofy. Let’s introduce you to the rest of your filly sisters. Oh, and milk her.

The maid nods and smiles down at Bonbon gesturing her to follow while Kat grips the reins giving Hooferella a tug forward.Hoofy prances toward the stable wincing every so often. Once they arrive at the stable, Katalina acquaints Hoofy with the women Kat refers to as her “filly sisters.”

Katalina: Everyone,

The fillies and their trainers as well as a few jockeys and recreational riders look over from inside the massive structure at the arrival of their all around Mistress. It was incredibly impressive with how a single word from the woman brought this level of attention out of everyone at once.

Katalina: This is Hooferella, she’s my newest filly. She’s training to be a riding horse for the time being but...despite her breast size I might try her as a racing horse down the road.

The domina reaches out stroking her fingers through her filly’s fiery red mane.

Katalina: Her level is that of slave. So she’s not to be respected completely yet. In fact, she’s about to give her first ride. Anything you wish to add, Hooferella? No? Then follow your Mistress to the track.

Kat clicks her tongue a few times pulling the reins once more leading her newest filly from the stable out onto the race track. There were still a few racing fillies out there and others dotting the grounds at various points wearing various bits of gear. Some were just in their boots while others sported full gear. Of all of them, however, Hooferella was the only one with the four hooves, which definitely drew her as an attraction on that as others watched the filly’s arrival.

Katalina: Good girl. Good.

Kat steadies the filly and leans in close whispering.

Katalina: I’d take advantage of this moment because I know that glazed look in your eye tells me you’re turned on by all of this but I still feel this is a perfect time to remind you; I can go easy on a slave on the track or I could be rough to a guest pretending. Think about that.

She leaves the note in Hooferella’s head as she comes around and takes a seat up in the saddle snuggling the toes of her boots into the stirrups pressing down a little on them.

Katalina: Giddyup!

Hoofy prances at a decent pace before decently trotting and then getting a good gallop. While she’s not a slave, she does possess a submissive nature which has her wanting to make the dominant figure in her life appear exemplary. Once giving a good gallop, she reverts to the trot, and then back to prancing in place until she feels a snap from the reins as Kat whispers something else while methodically stroking Azzy’s hair to joygasmic levels. The various onlookers appear impressed at how much restraint the new filly displays in this first exhibition.

Katalina: That wasn’t so bad, was it? Everyone loves seeing a filly up close and your design mixed with your grace made it a much grander spectacle.

Bonbon, meanwhile, lets out a pouty moo as she misses the feeling of Kat’s delicate digits. She produces the same amount of milk but it seems like a half-hearted effort. The maid from before wonders if she should hand the bottled milk to Kat for finishing the ride, but it appears the domina has other ideas.

Katalina: Are you thirsty, Hooferella?

Hoofy shakes her head no because she’s been conditioned that all of Bonbon’s milk was Kat’s and also because she didn’t feel it was natural for her to ever drink McBody Moo Juice. Katalina notices her filly’s stubbornness returning and devises how she can coax Hoofy to imbibe Bonbon’s mouthwatering milk. Kat knows it’d be a shame to waste, but this morning’s training was about breaking in her new filly and this could be the pinnacle of doing so.

Katalina: Bring it.

She orders the maid who, at first, isn’t certain on the meaning but quickly realizes as she nods and hurries off leaving the small bottle with Katalina who looks down at Bonbon and smiles.

Katalina: It’s not that I don’t want it, Bonbon, it’s just Hoofy’s worked really hard and I want to reward her.

The maid swiftly returns with a special rubber ball gag that held a hole in the middle of it. Kat removes the bit gag replacing it with the ball and goes back into the saddle.

Katalina: Take things from here.

The maid again nods as Kat tugs up the reins pulling Hooferella’s head back and begins stroking her hair. At the front, the maid produces a thin tipped funnel sticking it into the ball.

Katalina: When I give you a treat, slave,

Kat begins as the maid opens the bottle and proceeds to pour out the contents slowly down into the funnel directly inside of Hoofy’s mouth.

Katalina: You take it and show gratitude toward it.

Hoofy feels the milk slosh around in her mouth but she tries her best to hold it there and not slide down any further. Her cheeks swell when Kat strokes her hair more and tells her bluntly…

Katalina: Swallow.

She instructs as the maid ceases pouring, pulls out the funnel replacing it with a cork she presses in place. Kat continues stroking Hooferella’s hair gently as she keeps whispering.

Katalina: It’s got no other place to go now but down.

Not realizing Kat would go to such extremes, Hooferella submissively swallows the liquid refreshment. The domina smirks as the maid uncorks the ball gag so Hoofy can regain proper breathing and just enough airflow. Hooferella tries to say something but Bonbon’s milk has rendered Hoofy mute for the rest of the day. When Katalina recognizes this, she seizes upon the rare opportunity when her filly’s genuinely speechless.

Katalina: Did that feel good? To fully submit yourself to my whims? To become a product of my demanding nature? It felt better than anything you’ve ever done and I bet you want more.

Kat says stroking Hoofy’s hair a few more times gesturing to the maid with the half filled bottle of Bonbon’s moo juice.

Katalina: That bottle’s all yours. Delicious looking, isn’t it? I’m going to keep it chilled and I’m going to feed it to you constantly. You’re going to learn to like it then you’re going to learn to love it then you’re going to learn to do anything for it. Why?

She leans in close and whispers.

Katalina: Because that’s the kind of slave I’m going to make you become. Because you don’t want to be Yedda’s bitch, you don’t want to be Pet’s. No, you want to be mine, don’t you?

Hooferella tries to utter any sort of noise yet nothing but silence rings out. She tries to shake her head no, but the milk appears to have given her temporary neck paralysis for the day. Once again, realizing her filly’s inability to turn her head Kat continues lathering her gloating on thick.

Katalina: I think she wants more.

Kat smiles at the maid who doesn’t even bother with the gag and funnel instead opting to tilt Hoofy’s head back a little forcibly and rests the rim of the bottle to the redhead’s lips pouring just a tiny bit more before the dominatrix stops her and repeats.

Katalina: Slaves are rewarded for their good deeds...guests are punished for lying, Hooferella.

Hooferella doesn’t know how she was lying. She also knows that if she accepts the position Katalina’s offering then her budding romance with the woman she’s heels over head for would be complicated. She feels Kat stroke her hair more as a lulling technique. The “glazed eye” look Kat was referring to earlier was from the hair stroking. Knowing her filly can’t communicate very much currently, she resorts to asking an important question involving one or two hoof stomps.

Katalina: Will you swear yourself to me now, Hooferella? Now and forever? One hoof stomp for yes, two hoof stomps for no.

Hooferella is able to get the first hoof stomp, but when she tries for the second hoof stomp, Kat distracts by clicking her tongue inside the filly’s ear. Kat then snaps the reins, feigns tipping a hat, and rides off somewhere. Feeling utterly defeated, Hoofy trots along at a trudge-like pace as Kat dismounts and loads her into a horse trailer. Bonbon, meanwhile, perks right up being alone with Kat. Knowing she has built up enough permission to speak freely about this topic once, she seductively suggests something to her Mistress.

Bonbon: Mistress, I believe, unlike Azzy, dat I’ve proven my unwaverin’ loyalty to you and you alone. I know it’s early to speculate, but permission to ask what does little ol’ me have to do in order to get my taut tush branded?

Bonbon rubs Kat in seemingly all the right places waiting for her response.

Katalina: You want to be branded, do you?

Kat watches as her milk slave nods her head. The domina then crouches down stroking a finger down and around Bonbon’s bust letting out a sigh.

Katalina: Bonbon, being branded is more than a showing that you’re loyal, it’s a tell to everyone that you’re devoted to me above everything else. Family, friends, even your own personal needs. Being branded means...you’re giving me everything. Every aspect of your life professionally, personally, even romantically. Is that what you want?

Bonbon explains each of Kat’s points.

Bonbon: I loathe my Poppa Slams, Brotha Slams shacked up with a real piece of work, my other half-brotha is a bastard, my cousin Tacy is a closeted cop, and my motha Belva has passed on. Friends? Gave up on dem long ago. As for my own personal needs? I only have one...gettin’ milked by you, Mistress...when you can and are able. Unlike Azzy who’s workin’ for three different wrestlin’ promotions, four with your Cat Fightin’...she’s career-driven now. I have zero job prospects. Personally and romantically, I pledged to be your “most prized hunt.” Nothin’ would indicate dat you bagged, tagged, slammed, and ma’amed me more dan if you branded me. I swear myself to you, Mistress Katalina, now and for always.

Bonbon then awaits Kat’s response as it appears the milk slave is equal parts sincere and smitten. Kat responds by stroking Bonbon’s bust and replying with the following:

Katalina: If you really want it, then I’ll schedule you for it.

Bonbon begins to smile excited on the news but settles when she notices her Mistress’ gesture.

Katalina: But everything needed is at the Dungeon and I plan on staying here until early next week. So it’ll give you a few days to consider this decision of yours. Not that I think you’ll be changing your mind any.

Kat smiles and strokes a finger along her milk slave’s cheek prior to playing some with her hefty bell.

Katalina: Now I have a question for you; will you go back with Hooferella? Or stay here with your Mistress?

Without hesitation, Bonbon replies.

Bonbon: Stayin’ with my Mistress, ’cause again, unlike Hoofy, I’m milkin’ dis opportunity for all its worth. And you’re right, I will not need da days to consider my decision, but let’s make sure I’m worth your while as well.

The scene ends with Bonbon drawing the brand on her taut tush while sticking the breast that wasn’t suckled earlier into her Mistresses’ mouth as the trailer containing Hooferella starts on down the road.