Later, how much later she had no idea, she was taken out of her stable and lead by someone, probably Master, into the forest again. This time without the sulky. Once they arrived He patted her head and whispered "come on" after removing that accursed dildo and butt plug.

"Come on? What did He mean? He wanted her to? In the middle of the forest, too!" Well she really needed 'to go' While He connected her to a tree, in again that terrible bent position with the headgear bound to a tree, she found herself in great need to relieve herself. The removal the butt plug made her very much aware of that. "But now? Here? In the middle of the forest? Without the 'normal' plumbing aids like a toilet?" She seemed to have been abandoned. There was no signal to tell He was still there and her urge was growing by the second.

There was no choice, and while tears of shame wetted her cheeks, she overcame her shame. Well it was more a question of letting her restrictions loose. It really was a relief to let go. Some noises behind told her there was a newspaper placed behind her to 'catch' her litter.

After losing the pressure there was no way of stopping 'the other side' either, and like a waterfall her piss was cascading down, leaving her body. As soon as it was clear 'this was all', the damned butt plug and dildo came back in. Grateful that the latter one was not switched on again, she felt relieved.

Later on she was lead by the headgear again, back into her 'own' garden. The sounds told her that the newspaper with her 'production' was tossed in the litter where it belonged.

Again she was 'parked' in her bent position to the short pole in the garden, where normally the dry mill was placed. "What could be his plan now?"

The wait was short. Suddenly a hard stream of cold water from the garden hose was cleaning her behind. Carefully, Master was cleaning her buttocks, and more, with the icy water.

Still dripping from the water, she was lead to the terrace. There her bit was put back, filling her mouth again. "Was there more on his mind? The day should be nearly over by now." Any idea of time was completely strange to her. The custom made mask was effectively blocking all light.

"You get one hour to decide. Either you sleep in the bed as you are now or you stay here in the stable with somewhat loosened arms and no hooves." After these words she was lead to the short pole again and left there in that uncomfortable bent position.

"How to decide?" The bed sounded tempting but her arms were sore, and her feet, in constant 'ballet' position, even more so. She knew He meant it. Once before she had spent an uncomfortable night in the single glove, and then it was not even as tight as it was now.

The hour was creeping by. "Was it an hour? How long was a hour?" All sense of time was something from another life.

"And?" His voice just reached her mind. All sense of time was gone now. "One step with your hoof is the bed, two steps the stable."

Surprisingly she felt her hoof touch the floor twice. "Did she really decide that?"

Half an hour later, with her hands on her back but without the single glove, without her hooves, but with bound ankles, she found herself in the warm straw of the barn, covered with a smelly, itchy blanket.

Headgear, harness and bit were still there, as were both dildoes (fortunately still switched off). Grateful for the extra freedom in her shoulders and a 'normal' foot position, she soon fell asleep.