[Lisa had been very obedient considering it was her first day in training. I am very pleased with her and count myself lucky to be in charge of her pony mare and sexual training. I’m sure my own slave-mare Judy will not be happy with the situation, which actually might make for some interesting dynamics in the stales! John]

“Dear Diary, Gary came early on Sunday as he promised, my second day at the Ranch and my first with rings on me. The head groom came this morning during my preparations and exchanged the larger one inch rings in my nipples and my nose for the tiny temporary ones Dr. Mark put in me yesterday. I’m plenty sore still but it wasn’t as awful as I had feared.

Gary drove up to the large red barn and parked where John and I were waiting. I was wearing the clothes I came in except for the very high heel shoes I was now to wear 24/7. There were several sulkies (like they use in horse harness racing) leaning up against a split rail fence that circled a dirt racetrack. There were other cars parked as well, all of the luxury variety. As Gary headed for the large barn, the double doors opened and a sulky, pulled by a nearly naked woman of about forty came out. I was amazed that he didn’t look in the least bit shocked by such a vulgar display.

The ‘driver’ was a young man - Japanese looking. The woman was nude except for rather high-heeled pumps and a bridle of sorts to which were attached the reins held by the driver. Her poor arms were crossed and tied behind her back in a very painful position and the rails of the sulky were attached to a black leather band around her waist. She was bent considerably over at the waist, which made it difficult but apparently not impossible to pull. The boy nodded a greeting to us and gave me a lecherous up and down look as we went inside. Diary, at my age I’m not used to getting looks like that!

There were a series of roughly 20 stalls in the stables, a few of them occupied by women of varying descriptions, and there were several ‘grooms’ about, mostly young Japanese men - some no more than college age. They all wore blue overalls and boots, and had coiled whips attached to their belts. In a few of the stalls, I could see grooms hitching a slave to the bridles and straps, and eventually taking them out into the wide aisle to a waiting rig. These boys were rough on their charges, and felt free to handle their bodies as they wished. There was an occasional cry of agony that was bone chilling.

‘No official races today, Gary” explained John, just the daily work- outs, grooming and conditioning.’

We came up to a stall where this poor woman about my age was on her knees, her bridle attached to a ring on the wall. As we approached, one of the grooms ran up, as if feeling guilty for not doing his job on time for John’s arrival. On the door to her stall was a plaque 'BITCH JUDITH of John'. On the very next stall where I had spent a restless night was now my plaque, ‘BITCH LISA of Gary’. I think that is a very rude way to display our names!

Giving a courteous bow, the groom explained that Judith would soon be taken out for a dozen hard laps. ‘She trots well for her age,” he said, ‘but she still bucks at the nose reins you have chosen for her.’ Can you imagine saying such things in front of grown up women? I can’t!

John looked just a bit annoyed. This was a side of him I never could have imagined. I liked him very much, and actually still do. He is doing with me what Gary wishes, and I can’t overlook that.

‘Let’s take a look’ John said. When he approached Judy, she tried to bow her head to the earthen floor but the tether brought her up short. ‘This may upset you Lisa - Judy hasn’t adjusted yet to her new reins!’ It was sweet of him to warn me, don’t you think?

Well Diary, this was diving into the pool for me at the deep end for sure. My very first weekend! Judy, who as I’ve mentioned was John’s sister-in-law, was an attractive mature lady. She had a voluptuous body, a sometimes defiant attitude, and a sweet round nose that I later learned was prized by her brother-in-law, her Master. I gathered right away that she was not quite as voluntary a guest at the ranch as I was. But I decided that getting an early though brutal introduction as to the goings on here was probably a good thing for me.

The groom stood behind her, and held her firmly against himself as he produced two ivory shafts from his pocket. They were easily two inches long, about the width of a pencil with a ring on one end, the shaft tapering somewhat to the other end. He proceeded to insert a shaft slowly but ruthlessly into her nostril as she bucked and snorted to avoid these horrid objects. She looked embarrassed at not being able to control herself, her face red and shiny with her tears. But soon enough, both shafts were firmly lodged so deeply up her nose that only the rings protruded.

Judy was to be my ‘stable-mate’ in the very next stall to mine, and I got to know her pretty well over time. The last thing she want to give up was her dignity – to let them see her unable to control herself. She was calming down, breathing though her mouth as she was stood up. Her Master took her in his arms and gave her a loving hug.

‘Oh Judy, before to long you will learn to accept the nose shafts!’ He turned her over to the young groom to attach the reins to the rings. Then John held the reins up high and tugged on them in all directions, making her head follow perfectly in a herky-jerky fashion.

'Judy, I want you to meet your new stable mate Lisa. I am responsible for overseeing her training for her husband Gary.’

The groom then tied a blindfold over her eyes. Diary, with this simple intro, he continued on with his business, and my shockingly rude education.

John explained to Gary, ‘These shafts give exquisite control to the driver as you can image. You will see most of the mares here with simple bridles and nipple reins, but these ivory shafts from Japan are catching on. They may seem cruel to you and your sweet Lisa. But my Judy is being trained intensively for Dressage as well as racing, which requires great control. With the blindfold – only the tug of the reins in her nose will guide her, and her groom today is not shy with the bullwhip if she missteps. There are ophthalmic blinding-drops we could use as well.’

The groom led this poor nude woman, stumbling on these outrageous heels out of the stall and to in front of a sulky. She was attached as I had seen before by a waistband, and a long strap was attached to her ring collar, under her body and to the front of the sulky, making her bend over the most awkward and obscene posture.

Soon the youngster was in his sulky seat, the reins in one hand and a long riding crop in the other and the bullwhip at the ready. With a flick across her yawning backside she struggled to pull the cart toward the door. As this awful young man tugged on the reins, her poor head jerked in any direction he wished. It was a terrible sight.

I was very upset by how calm and unaffected Gary was. Did he not realize that this vulgar activity was in my future? But he thanked John for the tour, gave me a casual kiss on the lips, and told me he’d be back for me later and for me to behave myself. And he was back in the car and off before I could catch my breath.

Right there in the doorway to the stable, I had a break down! I started sobbing. Luckily, John came to my rescue and slapped my face silly until I stopped crying and came back to the realization that everything that was ahead of me in this incredible journey was for my benefit. What I wanted more than anything in the world was to be a better wife to my wonderful hubby and my old friend John was my guide. Somehow, I would show my gratitude. Somehow! Luv, Me.”

[For the remainder of Lisa’s first weekend, I put her in Joanne’s capable and eager hands. Joanne was unsurpassed in her ability to bring the inner sexuality out of any woman. Gary had come a bit early to pick up Lisa on her this her 1st Sunday. So far it seemed he had taken well to what I had shown him of what went on at The Ranch. Today and the coming week would be critical as to whether he really had the stomach to let his sweet wife be turned into a pony mare. We sat in the lounge connected to the stables. I had asked Joanne to prepare Lisa for her presentation to Gary before he would take her home and enjoy her after her first week of training.

The door opened and Joanne led Lisa in by a leash tethered to her neck collar. She walked awkwardly in her heels and looked fantastic in her full-length green satin robe. Proudly, Joanne stood her in front of us and removed her robe, revealing her luscious mature form, nude but for the tight bindings at the base of her breasts that made them stand out like pink footballs and a huge green ball gag in her mouth. Gary’s eyes opened wide.

I began, ‘Gary, Lisa has been through a lot this weekend and you can be very proud of her. Even though she is wearing her glasses, she’s had her sight blinded with ophthalmic eye-drops an hour ago. She is also wearing very effective earplugs and as she doesn’t know you are here yet, we can speak freely.’

Lisa continued to teeter on her heels having had no food for over 48 hours and having all her senses removed. I can tell you I was fully erect just at this presentation of the lovely sweet old woman. I continued, ‘A you can see, she’s wearing what we call a slave’s-bra which if you approve, would be the only bra she wears from now on. She can put it on herself at home and will make her bustier in her normal clothes. She’s wearing a small stud on her nose instead of a ring which no one will notice if you take her out, I’m sure.’

Gary seemed accepting of whatever I did with his Lisa. I had Joanne bend her fully over to present her backside to us.

‘Gary, you can see how nicely the grooms have shined up her bottom. As you know, your wife’s best chances of winning any awards here will be in Dressage, which counts heavily on facial and anal presentation. - Joanne, would you spread Lisa cheeks a bit more for us?’

With Lisa’s anus wonderfully presented, I ran my finger over her sphincter. I took out a medium 1 ¾ inch diameter butt plug. ‘This is the same size as the ponytail plug Lisa will wear for her first week – but without the tail. I want her to wear it all week at home. You will find it actually intensifies your sexual pleasure with her pussy, but more importantly it is a reminder to Lisa when she is not here of her rectal responsibilities. These plugs, as you can see, are shaped in such a way that once the widest part has been inserted, the sphincter automatically closes tight around the narrow part. The narrow part is also designed to be larger than the anus is comfortable with so that the automatic and constant tightening of the sphincter muscles around it strengthen those muscles. ’

I applied a little slave to her anus before slowly inserting the plug. She stamped her feet deliciously. ‘She can lubricate and insert the plug on her own but it’s up to you if you want to help her with it at home.’

I had Lisa taken back and dressed in her ‘street’ clothes – the ones she had arrived in. I told Gary that her sight would return by the time he got her home, and they were off. I felt it was a good beginning for both of them. John]