SUBJUGATION OF LISA
A PONY MARE'S DIARY - 11

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
- - - Winning has a downside - - -

“Dear Diary, well guess what! During my Dressage performance, John pressed that remote control and the plug in my bottom was released! The sulky went crashing and ditzy me fell on my back and couldn’t get up, with my legs hobbled as they were. BUT, the crowd went wild and I won the blue ribbon!”

[EDITOR: The award ceremonies at J-Ranch honor the Master, not the slave. So as shy as Lisa’s husband was and unaccustomed to the attention, Gary went out to the podium to a standing ovation and took the blue ribbon and trophy for his slave-wife-pony mare. He was beaming, and I had done my job on his behalf training this delightful lady.

After Lisa had performed her Dressage routine, she remained in her stumped-bondage, and as her trainer, it was for me to lead her out on the nose-ring leash for her part in the ceremony. Gary knew what was to come next, and decided to leave the arena. This poor sweet lady was so pitiful in her current state that I took a bit of pity on her and tried to at least assuage her physical pain if not her mental state of degradation]

“Diary, the stadium was absolutely silent and my elbows and knees were raw by now. When the probe had been removed from my bottom, the burning from the alcohol re-emerged and hurt me terribly. John, my Mr. Agony, did have a heart when he saw the tears streaming down my cheeks, and put a good dollop of regular ointment inside me with his fingers.

Diary, it was one of those moments when I was so goofy and undone by my situation that I no longer felt the humiliation of having a man’s hand in my anus. Such was the overwhelming yearning for relief from the pain. I knew I had to hide this from him, as I fear we are never supposed to get used to the degradation of our predicament. It is our only allowable contribution to these men’s pleasure – our loss of dignity as human beings. It’s hard to face that, but I must for Gary’s sake.”

[NOTE: There has been a movement in the USSA to abolish the practice of public discipline for Event Winners in subjective competitions such as Dressage. Some feel mares might be voted for by members solely to enjoy seeing a particular lady whipped - as opposed to voting on merit. Personally, I think it’s a specious argument – if a bitch so inflames a member of the voting audiences passions to wanting to see the whip laid on her, isn’t that a big part of what her Dressage routine was supposed to engender? ]



“Diary, knew I was in for it now. And having won my first ribbon ever (and at my age!), I was in for the “winner’s reward”, a very public whipping. I get it, really I do – we ladies must never imagine that doing well in a competition is an achievement for ourselves – it is a tribute to the efforts of our Masters and out Overseers. So, all of us Blue Ribbon gals got strung up by our wrists by chains that hang from the massive ceiling and get our due from The Whip Master, one by one.

I just closed my eyes and dwelt on how proud I made my husband and how thankful I was to John for training me to do things I never thought I could do. Most of the other ladies sobbed when it was their turn, except for my old stable-mate Judy, who would never give her brother-in-law the satisfaction.

I tried not to think about the fact that, this was a “Claiming” event, and there was a good possibility I could be sold off to the highest bidder. Diary, if that should ever be the case and I found myself crated and shipped off to some foreign land to serve a new Master, I like to think it would sustain me knowing that it was the will of my husband, my Lord and Master. Luv, me – and pray for me as well. Lisa”