Not only had I lost track of time, I had come accept that I had never, and swatted her ass, hard. been man. My life before the ranch had been a terrible demented dream. I wasn't even sure if I had ever been any other place than the ranch. The days melded together, and I no longer cared.
Last night, just after my stall light went out, I heard two camp staffers talking. They seemed to think that I had suffered a complete break with reality. The attributed to the constant sexual torment, debasement, and humiliation. They thought I was broken.
They couldn't have been more wrong. For the first time in my life, I felt complete. I knew where I belonged, and what was expected of me. In other words, I was happy.
The sun slowly rose, and I got out of my makeshift bed. I wandered around my stall, until the diminutive Asian woman came to administer my enemas.
She smiled at me, as I stripped of my dress, panties, and bra. I had become entirely cooperative, and she clearly appreciated that compliance. I positioned myself in the center of the stall, and squatted low to make it easier for her to insert the foot-long enema nozzle in my ass.
I grimaced, as she plunged the lubed nozzle deep inside me. I felt the two balloons inflate and seal my ass. Then, I stood up, and locked my hands behind my back, as the Asian woman had taught me.
Cold water rushed into me, quickly distending my small stomach. I clinched my teeth, not even groaning any more, as the cramps washed through me in waves. The Asian woman opened the facet to maximum, then came over to me.
She cleaned with me with cold water and a sponge. My teeth chattered. When she was done, she retrieved a small makeup box, and efficiently applied eyeliner, blush, and a generous amount of vivid red lipstick. I stood there, shifting my weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other, as I filled with ice cold water.
My high heels hurt, but that was nothing new. My stomach protruded in front of me, making me look nine-months pregnant. However, I kept my hands locked together behind. The cramps and pressure caused me to take rapid, small, shallow breaths.
By the time she finished with my makeup, I was full and in a great deal of pain. However, like every other morning, I suddenly experienced a warm rush, which ignited my sexual cravings. There was something truly magical about those enemas.
I had grown to love the highly sexualized warmth that accompanied even ice enemas. After a few minutes of shallow breathing, the Asian woman placed a large bucket between my legs, deflated the balloons, removed the nozzle, and signaled me to expel. My anus opened and closed, as gush after gush of brown stinky fluid filled the pail.
I no longer blushed during this embarrassing time. I just squatted, and let it ripe, while she watched me. The rancid smell of my excrement filled the stall. She didn't seem to notice.
As I squeezed out the last of the liquid, she moved close to me, stroking my left cheek.
"Very good, Allie. You filled the pale this morning. Today is your last day at camp. It is a special day. A time to prove yourself in the grand race," she said.
Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. I was going home? Did I have a home? Did I want to leave the ranch? My head was swirling. I whipped my ass, and then got into a blue gown. It ended right below my bellybutton, leaving my everything from there down exposed.
"Grand race?" I said.
"Yes, my dear. All the submissives will compete. I can't say much more. However, it will involve a great deal of agony and ecstasy," she said, with a wink.
I was still in a daze, not sure what to make of the camp ending, as she fitted my head with a leather bridle. She buckled the straps tight around my neck, securing the bridle in place. Each side of the bridle sported tall blue feathers.
Next, she shoved a metal bit far back in my mouth, which pulled back my cheeks. She attached the bit to the bridle, and then snapped reins onto the large rings hanging down on each side of the bridle.
I became confused, and attempted to pull away. She gave the reins a sharp tug, which caused the bit to yank hard against the back of my mouth. It hurt like hell. The pain made caused me to stand very still, and settle in place.
"Good girl. I know this is new, but you will get the hang of it," she said, patting my head, affectionately.
The Asian woman moved behind me, and snapped the reins. I took a step forward, and she snapped them even harder. I began trotting toward the stall door. She pulled the left rein, which made me turn my head and body left.
Before I knew it, I was trotting down the long barn hallway, passing other stalls. I caught glimpses of other women in harnesses too. Each sported a different colored set of feathers.
When we reached the large barn door, she tugged back on the reins, and I halted in place. My ankles and feet stung from trotting in high heels. However, I stood perfectly still. I knew from experience that moving without being told to would only earn me pain.
Lady Helen came across the clearing from the large ranch house. She was wearing brightly colored riding clothes, with high top black boots. She carried a riding crop under right arm.
I took a deep breath, as she walked around to me, inspecting the Asian woman's work.
"Allie looks like a fine filly. A bit small for the race, but you have done a good job getting her ready," Lady Helen said, enthusiastically.
She gave my right thigh a smart strike with the riding crop. I grimaced, but stayed in place. She nodded at the Asian woman, approvingly. My stomach grumbled, loudly. I had not been feed since yesterday, and the enemas had completely cleaned out my colon. The two women ignored me.
"Who will be her rider?" the Asian woman said.
I never heard the Asian woman speak to Lady Helen first. I listened intently.
"She has been assigned to Peter, the smallest jockey available," Lady Helen said.
The Asian woman smiled, and nodded. I tensed, but remained silent. Rider?
