"Dear Diary,

Yesterday was a good example of a grown woman's plight!

It must have been more than 100 degrees outside, and a bunch of us were harnessed to the farm wagon (nude of course except for those very impractical high heels) and made to pull all day through the hot sandy rows of stubby trees and cactus while broken branches from the recent storm were piled on high.

We were whipped for no reason and made to have the worst kind of sex with the Wagon-Overseer several times during this difficult day. I for one was glad to be turned out back to the barn! Yes, "turned out" like cattle and happy to be 'home'!!!

Diary, there are many cold winter nights in the stables in the desert. This morning, the groom who feeds us must have been busy because the young man who is my MASTER arrived and forced some of that gruel down my throat - and with that awful funnel!

This morning was typical of what I must endure since my MASTER has decided to make beasts-of-burden of us all! I must bow down to the floor when I hear him coming, and then kneel at attention so my nose ring can be attached. Can you believe that a grown woman is made to be led around by her nose? It's really not right, and surely unnecessary since I wouldn't dare disobey HIM. I guess I'm lucky in a way - that MASTER tends to my grooming most days himself, rather than put me in the hands of those wretched stable grooms.

After a night in my dreary stall, I am still pretty dirty . I wish we could wear our pajamas, but for some reason we must lie naked on the dirty floor! I guess farm animals don't wear pajamas!

Anyway, so my MASTER comes very early and hoses me down before completing my grooming for the sulky. Can you imagine? He actually hangs me up by my nose ring while HE uses the hose and brush on me! It's all I can do to stand still for HIM, but I must be cleaned up! Even I can understand that!

Next is the worst part for me: I must climb onto the grooming table and present my backside so HE can wash it, and then give it a good oiling. I guess the oiling is to protect me from the whip - which I will see plenty of, whether I deserve it or not! And the oil can be merciful when HE puts the ponytail into my rectum. HE paddles me good too, to "pinken me up" HE says - just to mortifiy me further I think!

Dearest Diary, presenting my private parts like this to anyone other than my female gynecologist is the most degrading experience I can imagine! Surely, I don't know how I got myself into such a mess.

Now, did HE think that this breakfast that I managed to let trickle down by throat was enough to sustain me for another hard day as HIS pony girl? None of us has the nerve to mention that we are so terribly hungry - especially after being worked so hard the day before in the hot desert.

Well, dear Diary, REAL hunger can make a girl act very strangly - in ways she would never think of feeling or acting under normal circumstances. So, at one of these way-too-common times, when we are not just hungery but so weak we can hardly keep warm, when the MASTER comes in, most of us actually hope HE would pick ourselves for his pleasuring.

I figured I was the lucky one today, and right in the middle of being groomed - being washed and oiled, the MASTER let me suck his cock! More accurately, HE "fucked my face" as the other girls like to say. I didn't get any protein from this short little "gullet fucking", but Diary, I figured that sooner rather than later I would be getting my breakfast served to me - but good!

So after the MASTER greased my anus hard with HIS oily finger and planted that wretched ponytail home, all that was left of my grooming was the attachment of my nipple bells and then that hard rubber bridle with the reins.

I had to kneel beside the table, and I had a hunch that the MASTER was still erect from before. I can usually tell.

Diary! Can you imagine someone like me - being brought up so prim and proper - praying for a chance to suck HIS penis - to get it rammed down my throat - all in hope that if I pleased HIM sufficiently, I would get a good dose of HIS semen - the only nutrition of protein I might get for many more hours!

And because the stuff is so salty and not good tasting at all, the best outcome is that HE comes quickly, and that HE comes while HE is deep past my tonsils and into my gullet so I don't taste a thing!

I usually clenched my eyes instinctively to prepare for the strangest feeling in the world of a jet of warm fluid shot directly into my esophagus! HE got so mad once that I closed my eyes that HE pulled out and slapped my face silly.

Dearest Diary, this morning, I was not to be so lucky as to get a meal from HIS manhood. HE kept my bridle in place while I had to rub HIS erection with my face and nose, and then I had to jerk HIM off with my hand. I just had to just kneel there and watch HIS turgid prick twitch in front of my face as HE punished my tear drenched puss and came all over my nose! It took quite a while for me to please HIM, but there was no nutrition in it for me. HE can be so very very cruel!

I was then in for some serious practice of prancing like a pony, knees high while MASTER whipped me to do better. It was going to be a long, long day. When you're really doing your job pulling the sulky or the farm wagon, there is little opportunity to prance like that. But I hear some of the girls talk about getting trained for what they call "Dressage". I guess I'm in for some of that as well.

Luv,

Toy"