Jessica was wearing still wearing her work clothing when she arrived at the ranch. Unlike most of the women who preferred to arrive dressed in comfortable casual clothing Jessica always came directly from work. A sharp knee length pencil skirt that matched her coat with the heavily padded shoulders that gave her almost masculine appearance. There was no way for her to disguise her nearly perfect form a male but she did what she could favoring a minimum amount of make up and pulling her hair away from her face in a tiny bun.
"Ma'am." One of the stable hands nodded respectfully to her as she strode past him in her heels. It was the last shred of respect she could expect for the weekend and she allowed herself to enjoy it offering him only the slightest nod to acknowledge him before walking to the stall and stripping out of her clothing with an almost ritualistic rhythm. Each article of her clothing was precisely removed, folded and tucked into the cubby.
Once she was nude the next step of her ritual was getting into the shower and making certain she was clean and shaved. Jessica knew that she was going to be both inspected thoroughly and punished for any minor mistakes she had made so she took an extra moment in the shower running her fingers over her body to make sure she had gotten every single patch of hair from her flesh. Once she was satisfied she walked to her stall for the final preparations.
She started by climbing into a pair of thigh high leather boots that laced all the way up the front. The heels here nearly eight inches high leaving her a heady distance from the ground but she was used to the heels after two years of training. Next came a bodice that was cut beneath her breasts but cinched down tight around her waist partially restricting her breathing but improving her posture at the same time. Then finally she pulled her reddish hair back into the only hair style acceptable at the ranch, a pony tail starting high on her head. She took a brief look at herself in the mirror then trotted out to the yard.
There were about a dozen other women of all ages walking around in the open air with her all of them dressed in variations of her outfit. Some of them were already gagged or bridled but most were still like her walking around in silence waiting for their owners to arrive and decide what the game of the day was going to be. The waiting was always one of the hardest parts for Jessica.
She didn't have to wait long before Mistress Karen walked to the side of the corral and called her over. "Come on girl." She crooned. Then she took hold of Jessica's hair and roughly led her out of the enclosure and into a smaller one. There she reached up and grabbed a bit and crammed it between Jessica's teeth fastening several straps around Jessica's head at the same time making it impossible to spit the rubber coated bar out without the use of her hands. The use of her hands was the next thing that was taken from her. They were tied to the handles of a small chariot. "Go." Karen tugged on the reigns trailing from Jessica's bit urging her forward.
Karen let Jessica take her time getting to track where several other Mistresses had taken the pony girls. Jessica wilted slightly as she looked around. As usual there was only one man on the field and he was a pony boy. For some reason Jessica had never found out for sure the men very rarely brought girls out to the track. She suspected that it had something to do with the methods they preferred to use to wear out their girls.
"Don't you dare disappoint me." Karen crooned leaning forward and caressing Jessica's rump with a leather crop. "If you do I'll make you pay for it." Jessica nodded her head quickly and pulled her chariot to the starting line. She quickly looked over the other girls that would be competing and almost let out a sight of relief. Most of them were new girls who weren't comfortable in their boots yet and even then none of them were in as good shape as Jessica was. The only real competition she expected was from the man and at least he was saddled with a larger rider than the slender Karen.
"On your marks!" Jessica dug her toe into the hard soil of the track. "Get ready." Jessica's thighs and calves tightened with energy waiting to explode out as soon as the next command was given. "Go!" It wasn't really running more like power walking or marching. Jessica was focused as much on the perfection of her form as she was on speed. High knees parallel to the waist, land heel first, back straight, head held high and proud eyes forward. The only indication she had of if she was ahead of behind was how many times Karen's crop struck her which were blissfully few at the start.
Jessica kept her focus on the only things that mattered at the moment. Posture, speed and bearing. If any of those things were missing she would be punished for it and it was better for her to lose gracefully than it was for her to win but lose her bearing. She let her eyes drift shut from time to time trusting Karen to guide her with the reigns around the tracks turns. There were words of encouragement mixed in with the sharp strikes of the crop across her buttocks. She was certain she'd have welts by the end of the race.
She opened her eyes and realized that she was winning close enough that she would have to turn her head to see anybody else. Jessica smiled slightly behind the bit and kept the pace despite the ache at the small of her back and the protests of her calves. Breathing just through her nose it was difficult to keep enough air in her lungs but she managed it somehow focusing on her perfect posture as much as she was focused on the goal a simple red line that marked the end of the race. Her body screamed in protest but she was the master of her body and it obeyed her orders to push forward stepping across the finish a few moments later.
