She felt how something was done in her crotch and a few moments later how the ‘one bar prison’ was disconnected from the ground. Ground only, because the part in her crotch continued with its vibrating and shocking work. After her ankles where disconnected from the ground-pins she finally was able to find herself a somewhat more comfortable position. But only for a moment. The next thing she felt was a burning whip slashed upon her bare shoulder and a voice shouting ”heejjaaah”, followed by an even more burning whip marking her pronounced buttocks. She knew is was time to go to work, but how? Like this, blind in the closed mask? It appeared to be so. She started pulling, meanwhile testing the uneven ground of the meadow with her unusually positioned foot. Most forest meadows do not have the smoothness of a golf course and so she had several nervous moments when her balance was almost lost.

After some distance she found herself off the grass, with the journey continuing over the forest path. The whip slashing at her buttocks told her that the driver felt is was time now for some more speed, so with all her might she pulled the sulky and driver as fast as she could. The unusual tightness in the way he held her leads forced her to hold her head up straight, even a bit backwards, a difficult position inside a collar that was so wide.

Finally, past the time she had begun to worry about ‘collapsing’, her leads where pulled extra hard, allowing her to come to a halt. Lead by her headgear she was forced to the side of the road. Here, her leads were fastened on a fence in such a way she had to bend forward, which was difficult with her arms so tightly behind her back. At some distance she could hear human voices, male voices, but they were too far away to make out what they were talking about.

The only thing she could do was wait. Not that she was bored in any way, the vibrator was still merrily vibrating and shocking away. A short while ago, when pulling with all her strength, she had been able to ignore that partially. But now it was back, in a big way.

After some time her leads where disconnected from the fence and she felt that again someone was sitting on the sulky. The sting of the whip across her shoulder told her it was time to go to work again. But wait, there was a difference, the weight on the sulky was different and the intensity of the whipping on her buttocks was different also.

Was this her ‘own’ Master in the seat? She really hoped so. The tightness on her leads was still intense but happily she threw her head back and gave a horse-like whinnie, the only sound she was allowed.

It was a long walk again. Under her hooves, which still felt so unusual to her, she sensed the grass again and later the more familiar path. The leads were still held unusually tight and there was still no certainty the one who was holding them was Master.

When hearing the familiar screeching of their garden gate, she knew they were ‘home’. But after being disconnect from the sulky, she noticed she was lead into the stable in the back of the garden instead of into the house. Not even her bit was removed All her gear was left in place, including that cursed dildo still working on her so effectively.

Exhausted as she was after all the work, she collapsed onto the thick layer of straw in the stable. Despite her body still helplessly reacting to the dildo, she managed to fall into a kind of half-sleep. It was finally time to rest.