SUBJUGATION OF LISA
A PONY MARE'S DIARY - 10

by Mr. Bushida
- do not use without the author's permission.



[Notes added by Lisa’s Overseer, John]

The CLAIMING-Dressage Competition
(Lisa performs in the compulsories.)

The Free-Style Dressage Competition
- - - A painful way to pull - - -
“Dear Diary. John had his best young Dressage groom prepared me to run through my obscene
routine for the Free-Style Dressage. The Compulsories went alright I suppose, but if was to win a
ribbon, the next part was realistically my only chance. During the intermission, a couple of men
looked me over for possible claiming rights. My God, how awful a prospect that would be!
I had undergone extensive training for this moment. Every day for weeks I was put up on the
work table, my ankles trussed to my upper thighs and my wrists to my upper arms so that I was,
as they call it “stumped”- and in the most provocative pose.
I was to pull the 1-armed sulky, which instead of two conventional rails had a single central rod
that was inserted into a pony mare’s anus. John thought using such a novelty rig along with the
stumping gave me the best chance for a ribbon. Diary, he usually knows best about such things,
though I will never truly understand how making such a spectacle of a lady can be appealing to
men. Surely, they all have mothers and grandmothers!”


Figure 1. The business end of Lisa’s sulky Petal Plug.

[Editor: At the end of the center rod of the one-pole sulky, any number of plugs could be
inserted – the idea, obviously, was to have the mare effectively pull the cart without the
probe slipping out of her backside. For Lisa, I chose the expandable ‘Petal Plug’ so there
would be no issue of her having the rod slip out. It was a special device with a remote
control that allowed the driver to expand of contract the petal during the event.]

“Diary! So there I was backstage on competition day, on the floor on my ‘stumped’ knees and
elbows being prepared to be attached to the sulky. John lubed my anus with his finger, and
inserted that awful (but surely effective) contraption. He stood before me, and used that remote
control to open the thing inside me. Sure it hurt, but I figured the tighter it was the less likely I
would embarrass myself by letting go!


Figure 2. Expanded Petal Plug.

To my surprise, I soon realized he had used that awful punishment salve that contained alcohol,
making my rectum burn. But I knew that the point was to encourage my anus to clamp hard on
the probe – an involuntary result of one’s body to assuage the pain by squeezing down. They
knew best. Diary, without so large a plug, I know I would never be able to pull that sulky and do
my routine correctly, so thank goodness for it.”

[Editor: With Lisa hooked up and ready to go, we watched Judy M.’s routine form the
wings. Judy was magnificent as usual and performed her standard routine flawlessly. With
Judy, it was her overwhelmingly statuesque body and pretty face that people came to see.
For my Lisa, she would have to excite the audience by her awkwardness and vulnerability
– almost her comic attempt at competing with such a beautiful specimen. I decided I had to
be in the sulky seat myself for this!]

“Diary, when Judy M. had finished her routine, my heart raced to the point I feared passing out.
Dear John sensed my state of anxiety, and quickly slapped my face to attention before removing
my glasses and blindfolding me. ‘You’ll do just fine, Lisa. “Try not to worry” were his kind
So there it was, on my elbows and knees, blind as a bat and that awful burning pole in my
bottom. When John stepped into the sulky, I felt his weight shift down on the probe but I was
able to keep my balance. With a flick of the riding crop on my back, we were off into the arena
to a rousing welcome of laughter and applause.

I was able to move forward at a slow pace though I don’t know what ached me the most, my
elbows or my sphincter. The nose reins were never pleasant, but they sure let me know what
direction I was supposed to go in and we were moving around the pylons with only a few knock-
downs and only moderate cracks of the crop needed on my rear end.

After completing what I guessed was a figure 8 pattern, I felt John get off the sulky. He stuck
a pair of Japanese nose hooks on a chain in me right with the nose plugs, and held my head up
high. Standing beside me with the chain in hand, he called out the “fancy commands”. I was
to lift each of my bound up limbs off the ground in succession (‘tripoding’ it was called). The
audience seemed to like it. For the first time, I really felt like a Dressage Horse! Diary, I was
both mortifying and exhilarating. Not bad for a grandma with so little talent. Luv, me.”