[It was only Lisa's 2nd weekend in slavery. And as we always do with Absentee Masters ("AM's" they're called), we filmed Gary's slave-wife's early pony mare experience (Joanne held the camera) for him - not for his amusement but for us to test whether he really had the stomach for what we would put his sweet wife through.

A Japanese student stable-hand had already groomed Lisa and brought her in panties and heels to the track where we were waiting. The camera rolled as I narrated. I did up her tack and explained that for this time around the track I would leave her panties on as a tribute to my old friendship with Lisa and my fondness for her. I strapped her heavy breasts to her chest with the special strap made for that purpose that tapers across the back to not interfere with the whip or crop.]

FROM LISA'S DIARY: "Dearest Diary, This is my first chance to tell you, dear diary, of how we ladies are handled here at J-Ranch. They are really quite organized. This is serious business.

But way we are 'handled' in the stables is truly disgraceful! We have to deal with a variety of these very perverted 'grooms' who take care of us. I know in my heart that my being groomed and trained is in my best interest, but it can be quite difficult far any woman to bear.

Each morning at the crack of dawn we ladies go to take a shower together. Then this Japanese man rounds us up, still nude mind you, except for the high heels we must always wear. He is about 70 years old, and is also know as the G-Whip (I don't know why and would never ask). If we don't literally drop to our knees whenever he appears, he thrashes us with his ever-ready riding crop, and without the slightest emotion or pity.

He then makes us crouch over a basin and relieve ourselves, though a young black girl stays with us while we do 'it' and then removes the bowls. We are then made to self-administer enemas to ourselves while he watches.

When he is satisfied that we are ready, he literally herds us on our knees to the Grooming Room. He takes each of us to a stainless steel table where we must lie on our backs and hold ours knees way up against our chests so our most private parts are exposed. One by one he shaves our pussies and anal crevices while the next woman in line must kneel and suck on his erection (quite a big one for a man of his years).

We must then assume 'The Position' when the young Japanese College students come in to groom ('polish' is a better description) our bottoms with special oils. "The Position" must be precisely assumed. First you kneel on the table, legs together. Then you bend forward until your chest is flat against that cold steel table and your rear end is presented as high as it can go, the small of your back pressed in - arched, not easy at my age. Your head must face straight ahead and rest rather uncomfortably on your chin, with your arms stretched back along your sides with your hands holding your ankles. Diary, can you imagine a more ignominious position for a female of any age, let alone one of my age - and in front of such young grooms!!!!

Well, these young men walk around during grooming, most of the time with huge erections sticking out from slits in their pants. I assume it's stimulating for them, participating in this sick act of degrading older women. It's funny though - some days they have no hint of sexual arousal and still go about the awful business of tending to our bottoms with full vigor. Diary! This has a certain upside so to speak, as it suggests that having ourselves worked on every day like this is not just a sick sexual game (which would be bad enough), but a very necessary part of keeping us in a useful state for our Masters!

After thorough washing with soap and water, they oil up our extended backsides and rub it in until they are satisfied with the shine (and they make no excuses about fingering our rectums and pussies in the process, I can tell you that!) Diary - we are all old enough to be their grandmothers - how can they be so callous?

Well, after this degrading routine, each of us gets our own groom to get us ready for pony training. I can see now why so much attention is paid to the prettiness of our bottoms as they are on full display during pony mare work. We have to learn how to pull a sulky while virtually doubled over so that our rears stick up in the air. It's not easy at all to walk forward that way (no less pull a heavy sulky or farm wagon) so thank goodness they have a way to teach us to do this correctly.

It's no fun, I can tell you that, but a girl can't argue that it is effective. They start new mares off by tying ropes very tightly around the base of our breasts, and then tie those ropes to ropes tied between our thighs. Get the picture? When they shorten the connection sufficiently, we are bent in half but still just barely able to move our legs. Whoever thought this up sure knew his female anatomy and tolerance for pain! Luv, Me"

JOHN"S NARRATIVE: For the film, I used the full horse-bridle head-halter with the hard rubber mouthpiece connected to the reins. I removed Lisa's eyeglasses and put blinding drops (Ophthalmic Pupil Dilation) in her eyes. Before getting on the sulky myself, I used the riding crop liberally against her under thighs to get her to lift her legs in this difficult bent over position. I narrated the film.

"Gary, it's obvious that the rear-end-up position we use here at J-Ranch is not meant for speed, but is to show the mare's hindquarters to their best advantage, very much a real mare look. Also as you can see from the close-up, Lisa's pupils are dilated so she cannot see, as is required by the racing rules. The medicine will wear off in a few hours."

When Lisa had shown the ability to move the sulky forward and back a few feet, I had Joanne film her sweet face as well. I mounted the sulky myself, took the whip and lashed her hard until we moved steady down the track. There were a couple other mares being exercised as well, and after a constant whipping of her back and shoulders we made it around the ¼ mile oval in what must have taken 7 or 8 minutes. Joanne stood filming it all. Poor Lisa was breathless.

I got off and continued, "Well Gary, she's no athlete compared to some of her stablemates but she'll improve and strengthen in time. The grooms will work her very hard, I assure you. She may not win blue ribbons, but she won't embarrass you - that is my pledge as her Overseer." I ran my hand over her sweating back and cut her panties off with scissors. "You can see she's worked up a good sweat, and you can barely see the mark of the whip. She's a very special lady."

Joanne followed my every action on film. We did a real close-up on her sweat-covered face. Lisa even tried to smile a little as I pulled her bit out enough to give her her fill from the water bottle. I took the hose beside the track and washed her down. I took the oilcan with the long spout and went to her anus.

"We're going to do one more lap today, Gary, and with the medium ponytail butt plug. Eventually, she will have a custom tail that matches her hair and a plug that is cast from her actual rectum to assure the best-fit possible. Expensive but worth it in my opinion."

I stuck just an inch of the spout in her anus and pumped the lever once. I rubbed her sphincter gently before inserting the tail. I got back on the sulky and took the shorter crop in one hand and attached the camera to the sulky adapter. I whacked her ass and she started off again.

"You can see how important the reins are to guide a blinded mare for an exercise like this, Gary. For a crowded racing field, we can discuss even more effective reins. There are the nose reins that fit up the nostrils as you saw the other day with Judy. These are the rope reins that are threaded through her nose and out her mouth. There are also the Gullet Reins that rely on a rod down the gullet and neck of the mare to keep her head in the direction of her body. We'll see.

Now you can see the great view of your wife's wonderful backside. Notice how proudly her tail swishes from side to side with each stride. She is trying her very best but it is our practice to whip mares constantly never the less throughout a lap. Subjugation assumes a mare's total obedience and full effort - the constant whipping is a reminder to a slave that the degree to which she obeys is not an expression of free will.

"Gary, the point of this film is to show you 'how the sausage is made'! It's not for the feint of heart, and we're still not through with this morning's work. But you will be the judge when she comes back to you Sunday night whether of not she has taken the first step of many toward becoming the super-wife every man has the right to. We'll leave that judgement to you. I know she wants it very badly."

With Lisa barely able to stand, Joanne still filming, I was handed two syringes. "Gary, this is very concentrated vitamin B12. She has had no food for 36 hours but this will keep her strong enough for her next ordeal." I went to her face, steadied it by a fistful of her hair, and put the needle into the firm bit of flesh between her nostrils. I emptied the syringe and headed for her ass.

"It makes no matter where you inject this stuff but these are my favorite spots with a new mare. It seems cruel, I know, but the faster a bitch learns that we're not here for her comfort the better she will do on the track. If there is any part of you wife's training regime you wish to customize, feel free to discuss it with me. My intent is to use the time-tested methods here at J-ranch, customized to Lisa's abilities and tolerances."

I did the next injection in the firm flesh between her anus and pussy. Then I gently rubbed her pussy lips.

"She a bit moist, a very good sign. But she'll have to wait to see you if she want's more than a stroking! Gary, here's where I see Lisa's progress going here at the Ranch. She's a wonderfully cooperative lady, but feats of physical strength will never make her a star.

Everyone here agrees she has a face born for severe slapping, and we'll work on that. We also think she might be worked into a great Dressage routine. Another area is her outstanding rectum. It was our mutual friend Mark who discovered during her entry exam that her sphincter and anus were as strong as any 20-year olds. So let me show you how the ANALIZATION competition works and how Lisa will train for it."

We stopped the filming until the grooms had installed Lisa onto the tilt-table in the knee chest position. We began filming again. I placed a 2-inch wide ass-strap around her lower back and thighs and tightened it until her backside was as hard and round as it could be.

"You should appreciate the physics involved in this procedure Gary. Here are four ¾ inch diameter rods - the 6-incher, the foot, the 18-incher, and the 2-footer. The loops on the ends are for hanging weights, as you will see. These are all lengths that a mature mare should take into the rectum with minimum discomfort. Now this fifth rod is slimmer but as you can see it has a level in it. We want her rectum perfectly parallel to the ground for this."

I slipped two inches of the leveling rod into Lisa, and made minor adjustments to the table until the rod was perfectly level.

"OK. You can see that the ANALIZATION rods are precisely marked off in inches. As the rules provide and starting with the smallest one, I am dunking the first rod into this cylinder containing rectal-oil for just a second, lifting it out and letting it drain for a few moments. Now I am sliding the rod 2 inches into her anus with 4 inches protruding and letting it go. See how easily she grips the rod, even with it being oiled. Now, I am hanging an 1/8th pound weight from the loop and she holds the rod up for as long as we wish no problem. The rule is that a rod must be held within the rectum for a full 60 seconds to be counted as properly ANALED.

I'm not going to bore you with a full training session, but I'll show you what it looks like when her anus fails." It took the 18-inch rod, oiled it and stuck 2 inches into her, 16 inches sticking straight out. See how she held it pretty well for 10 seconds until I added the same weight? After a few seconds and a heart-breaking groan of effort from her, the rod and weight slid out of her big round ass and fell with a clang to the floor.

"Gary, she's got a great anus, and with the proper training over the coming weeks I predict she'll hold the 2-footer, even with one weight - maybe two. I congratulate you on presenting us with so virgin a rectum after all those years.

I've also begun working on her gag reflex. Gary, she tries so hard it melts my heart. She has a very desirable - what we call a 'short throw'. That is, a relatively short distance between lips and tonsils, which is much sought after by Master's who want maximum penetration into the gullet of their mares. No one wants this adventure to succeed more than does your lovely lady. This 'short throw' is unfortunate for her, but a pleasure to whoever wishes to Gullet her.

I know it's a lot in a short time but I only have her weekends whereas other mares stay the week at J-Ranch. The competitions I assume you'd like her to participate in are not that far off.

Before I end this little film shoot, I will turn the camera off while I administer that face work I alluded to earlier. I will return to filming with the finished product. I think that for an obedient mature lady like your Lisa, facial discipline will prove her most useful exercise. Be back in a sec!"

We stopped filming. Joanne just sat back with a grin as I put Lisa on her knees. She looked bewildered as only a blinded mare-bitch can look. I took a fistful of her white curly hair and her face turned to what we call an 'offer' or 'proffer', almost with eager anticipation. That's what made Lisa so special to me. Her extreme obedience only served to fire my sadistic lust to the maximum. So after placing just a small amount of slapping-oil on my open palm, I began to slap her face in earnest. I no longer held her by the hair, as she knew to 'right' her face after every blow to be ready for the next. After 30 or 40 strokes, her face began to swell just a bit and turn a wonderful shiny plum. When she reached the 'slapped happy' stage where she was hardly able to stay erect on her knees and know where she was, I reluctantly stopped to let her collect herself a little.

Joanne let out with a "Bravo!"

It was time to turn the camera back on to a close-up of Lisa's wonderful face.

"Lisa, the camera is on. Would you like to say anything to your husband before we sign off and send him this film?"

With a delightful squint as she tried to focus a bit on the camera and in a halting sweet voice that defined a very successful subjugation, she began.

"Oh Gary, my sweet Lord and Master. I hope beyond hope that my awkwardness pulling the sulky did not embarrass you too much. I try my best but as my Overseer said, I'm not likely to win many races against the likes of my wonderful stablemates. But I will give it my best and obey the grooms' every command and welcome every whipping until I do improve to make you proud. How can I ever thank you for giving me this opportunity for self-improvement? There aren't many wives given such an chance."

She began to swoon right there and then on her knees, her reddened glistening puss just inches from the camera - glistening from the oil and soaked with tears of joy.

"Gary, as I give Lisa a moment to compose herself, I'm reminded you asked about how many ladies have passed through J-Ranch. Lisa is the 37th, and she will get a silver ear tag with that number permanently installed. There are just a ½ dozen mares here right now. Joanne tells me that a dozen or so have been sold overseas, an equal amount live with their Masters, and the same have been 'reformed' which I'd rather not speak about in front of Lisa."

Lisa was back in focus and I invited her to continue saying goodbye.

"Oh darling, I'm sorry I zoned out for a second. Please, I just beg you not to judge me to harshly and let these dedicated mare trainers do there best to make me a better wife."

As she was about to ramble on, I stuck the ponytail plug in her mouth.

"Gary, I will send Lisa to the grooms for a thorough bath and another vitamin shot. I think she will sleep well tonight.

Your friend, John."

[P.S. I got an email from Gary a few days after he received the film that thanked me for my hard work. I guess he was satisfied. John.]