Bill silenced the alarms notification that the appointed time of six thirty had arrived.
The next sound was of Monica sighing and then rolling over again she said into her pillow. "I think I'll stay in bed, Jennifer you go run in my place."
Bill chuckled and nudged Jennifer. Jennifer was in the grip of her usual morning fog, which took minutes, not seconds to clear asked. "Run where?"
Monica giggled and rolled out of bed. "Never mind. I'll run it myself."
Following Monica out of bed Bill used the toilet while Monica was gathering her shower supplies. Bill emerged from the toilet and then reminded them. "Short showers ladies. Short. Navy showers. Wet yourself down, then turn the water off and lather up."
"Can I get some help with that?" Monica asked playfully. Bill smacked her on the bottom as she pranced around nude.
Jennifer rose and grabbing her own shower kit followed Monica into the bathroom to use the toilet.
Bill had coffee going and some biscuits on the table when the girls emerged from the shower. Bill made a mental note to check the tanks. With only one hundred gallons of water in the tank, it could be gone in a flash if they weren't careful. It sounded like the girls were trying however, so he resolved to be tolerant. "Monica, wear your blue shorts and sports bra. Jennifer dress similarly. I should have gotten you a matching outfit, so you'll look like her pit crew at the race. Wear running shoes, both of you."
"Goody, that means Jennifer can adjust the tail when I come in for a pit stop." Monica joked as Jennifer rolled her eyes and shook her head no.
Heading to the shower to see to his own needs, Bill quickly showered and then shaved before dressing for the day in comfortable pants and a cotton button down shirt in a shade of blue that almost matched the clothing the girls wore.
Emerging from the RV at just after eight am, Jennifer carried Monica's bag with her pony kit in it. Bill walked with them through the house and then down to the track. Going into the barn, they found Mistress Elizabeth waiting for them. "Good, Monica, and you have help. Heather is helping Karen suit up, and get settled. For the weigh in at nine, we won't bother with the tail, we'll just have it ready."
Edward walked out of another stall and said "Mistress, Karen is prepared."
From behind him came Heather. Jennifer smiled at her and waved a little. Heather smiled back and nodded. After competing with someone in a deep throat contest, they are either bitter enemies, or friends. Heather was a friend. "Hi Jen. Glad you could make it."
"Hi Heather, I wouldn't miss watching her run for the world." Jen answered.
Monica was shown into her stall, or it would be hers after all the races, after her weigh in when she went to the track another set, this one male would be suiting up for the race.
Monica stripped down and began stretching out before suiting up. She only stretched lightly, wanting to wait and do the rest later after the weigh in while they were calculating how much weight each competitor would carry. Finally she rose as Edward and Bill started to strap her into her harness.
Heather and Jennifer waited until they were done, and began to lace the long boots. Jennifer took special care in making sure they were right. She knew that there wouldn't be much time after the weigh in to do much more than a few minor adjustments.
Monica seemed to be getting herself into role as she was suited up. Her features seemed more focused. More directed. As a voice called down the stables that there were only ten minutes left to the weigh in, Monica stood up. Smiling down at Jennifer and Heather she said. "Thanks everyone, I do appreciate it."
Heather and Jennifer just nodded as they got up. Edward and Heather left to see what else needed to be done. According to the schedule there were two Circle B runners in this event, Karen was outside when Monica stepped out holding her tail in her hand.
Bill and Jennifer helped Monica push her Bike down the stable towards the weigh in scale. Elizabeth was walking with Karen giving her some advice, and nodding once in a while.
Master Keith stood at the end with Master Paul. "OK Subs, we're here for the first heat weigh in. This is going to help make the race as fair as possible, by making sure each contestant is pulling the same weight."
Paul stepped forward and said. "I'll call each of you forward in order. For this race, the Bar D has three competitors and the Circle B has two. The line up is also on the schedule, Bar D has the odd slots, B has the evens." He stepped back and called "Slave Carol."
A blond with dark roots stepped forward pulling her bike by hand. Two others helped her arrange it on the scale, and then stepped off the scale plate. Another small woman was standing next to her, obviously her rider.
"Slave Carol's weight is two hundred and eighty five pounds." Paul said reading the digital read out on the scale. "Thank you Slave Carol next is Submissive Monica."
Pushing the cart forward Jennifer and Bill stepped back once it was on the platform. Elizabeth stood next to Monica on the scale whispering to Monica. She looked very much like a horse trainer whispering calming words to a champion Mare before the big race.
"Submissive Monica weighs in at two hundred seventy two pounds." Paul called reading the large digital numbers. Notes were made on several clipboards.
They pushed Monica's bike off so the next three could be weighed and Bill paid only scant attention to it. After the remainder were weighed Paul approached with some black metal weights. "Submissive Monica, your handicap for this race is seventeen pounds. Would you like me to assist in the mounting of the weight?"
"Thank you sir, but I think I can manage." Monica said.
"Great, post time is in less than an hour. Parade is in thirty minutes." Paul said moving to the next competitor.
"Only seventeen pounds Monica, that's good." Jennifer said hopefully.
"Yeah, Bill, while I stretch, could you mount it as low as you can, make sure it doesn't touch the wheels even if it wiggles some." Monica said moving back towards the stable with Elizabeth.
Jennifer looked at Bill and got a small nod. She followed Monica down the stable and helped tighten the various straps that were left loose as Monica flexed and stretched. She did more twisting and turning trying to find any binding before the track parade. Sounds of people talking outside drifted in the window of the stable. Monica bent over the padded sawhorse and received her tail, and those straps were tightened.
Monica went through the flex and shake routine and nodded at Mistress Elizabeth. "I think we're good Mistress."
"Good Monica, I don't need to tell you but remember that if you feel something pulling or problematic, stop so we can fix it. There is time for one more quick set of adjustments just before post time." Elizabeth said as her hands flew over Monica's straps.
Monica nodded as her head harness and bit were inserted. Then she walked out and down to where her bike was. She bent to examine where Bill had secured the weights. Over the wheels, just inside the frame. He had tightened them, and then taped them on with duct tape. Monica looked up at him and smiled around her bit nodding slightly. She turned and knelt on one knee allowing Jennifer and Elizabeth to attach the pulling arms to the harness. Monica stood and then moved her hands to the grips, the only concession that she was really human in the sport, and began to walk the cart out.
