wo office girls, Julie Jo Johansson and Marcie Dumont, embark on a great adventure at Box M Ranch, which offers a BDSM Boot Camp. The advertisements say the camp is for anyone who wants to totally experience true master-slave relationships– from either side. I originally published this twenty-two-chapter book in 2016. Chapter 20 reveals a number of painful devices normally used for pain play. deals primarily with practicing for the final day celebration and race.
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Chapter Twenty: A Week of Experimentation
On the first day of the next week, the sluts were surprised to see that the Sybians were not in place. Instead, on two platforms, there were a variety of restraint and punishment devices.
“Can someone tell me what this is?” Master Xerxes asked, standing next to a large, X shaped, wooden device.
“Sir, it’s a Saint Andrew’s Cross, Sir, Master Xerxes,” answered slut molly.
“Who is your ponyslut?” he asked.
“Sir, slut stephanie, Sir, Master Xerxes,” she answered.
“Well then,” he said with a smile, “why don’t you demonstrate for the squad the various ways in which a Saint Andrew’s Cross can be used to restrain a slut?”
Slut molly stepped forward and signaled to slut stephanie to come stand at the cross. Slut stephanie looked totally confused until slut molly said, “Stand facing the cross and put your arms and legs where the restraints are.”
Slut stephanie said, “Oh,” as she realized what the strange leather things hanging near the top of the cross had to be. She moved closer to the cross and pressed her stomach against where the two pieces of wood crossed. Slut molly spent a few minutes studying the way the leather restraints were attached to the cross and then wrapped one of the restraints around slut stephanie’s right wrist. She then looped the leather thongs through a black D-ring near the end of the cross where it had been hanging loosely and pulled it very tight. A quick slipknot held the thongs in place.
Moving over to the other side, she repeated the process on slut stephanie’s other wrist and then started on her ankles. As she wrapped the larger restraint around slut stephanie’s ankle, Master Xerxes asked, “Why did you start with the wrists rather than the ankles?”
Slut molly paused a moment and then said, “Sir, if you do the ankles first, then you have to pull really hard to get proper tension on the wrists.” She pulled slut stephanie’s left leg over to where the bottom of the cross met the floor. “But if you do the wrists first, then when you do the ankles, the slut’s weight will pull her down and create the proper tension... Sir, Master Xerxes.”
Master Xerxes gave his deep chuckle and said, “Well spoken, slut molly.” He turned to the other dominant sluts and said, “Learn well from her words.”
He then turned back to slut molly and asked, “So, what do you do now?”
Slut molly ran her hand lightly down slut stephanie’s back and patted her lightly on her ass. “Sir, it depends on who you are and what you want to do, Sir, Master Xerxes.” she replied.
“Expand on that,” Master Xerxes said. “And drop the proper form for sake of brevity.”
“If I used a strap-on,” slut molly explained, “I could take her in the ass. Or if I were a man, I could do that directly.” She patted slut stephanie’s ass again— a little harder. “If I wanted to punish her I could paddle her or flog her or cane her.” She pressed her breasts against slut stephanie’s back and reached around to tweak the bound slut’s nipples. “Or if I wanted, I could just play with her body.”
She stepped back and then said, “And all of that could also be done with her bound face out rather than face in.”
“Let’s leave this slut here stewing for the time being,” Master Xerxes said, “and move on to another of these marvelous devices.”
He pointed at Mistress Tawnya, who was standing next to what looked like the roof of a dog house, except there was no dog house under it. “Who knows what this is?” she asked as she ran her fingertips lightly over the strip of metal which capped the top of the roof-like structure.
Slut vivian raised her hand, looking around to see if any of the others were raising theirs. Mistress Tawnya pointed at her and she said, “Ma’am, it is a form of a wooden horse, Ma’am, Mistress Tawnya.”
“Skip the proper form, please,” replied Mistress Tawnya. “But, yes, it is a wooden horse. What is the purpose of a wooden horse?”
“Usually punishment,” answered slut vivian, “but sometimes it is used with a painslut in pain play.”
“Hopefully your ponyslut is a painslut,” Mistress Tawnya said with a slight laugh, “because I want you to demonstrate this device.”
Slut vivian stepped forward and motioned for slut ellen to join her. Slut ellen smiled weakly at Mistress Tawnya and then turned to face slut vivian.
“Often, a winch or other lifting device is used to set the slut on a wooden pony like this one,” explained slut vivian. “But sometimes the slut is ordered to place herself on the pony. That is a lot easier if the wooden pony is just a center bar that can be raised or lowered in some fashion.”
She turned to slut ellen and said, “Climb on this and straddle it kneeling with your legs spread on each side of it.”
Slut ellen did as commanded and perched on the peak of the roof-like structure.
“Cross your arms behind your back and grab your own elbows,” slut vivian ordered and slut ellen obeyed her command. Slut vivian then picked up a roll of duct tape which was sitting beneath the wooden pony and quickly wrapped several winds around slut ellen’s arms.
“I don’t see any weights here,” slut vivian said, “so I guess we have to do this manually.” She then pulled one of slut ellen’s legs down so that it was nearly straight on the wide, smooth, roof portion of the pony. When she pulled the other leg down, slut ellen gasped and then groaned as her cunt was split by the metal cap on the roof-like wooden pony.
“Right now,” slut vivian explained to the other sluts, “slut ellen can hold most of her body weight on her legs by squeezing them together. But soon, even without weights attached to her feet pulling her down, the muscles of her legs will eventually fatigue and the full weight of the body will be supported by the pubic bone.”
She laughed and said, “That hurts a lot, but slut ellen is a painslut. I wouldn’t be surprised if she were to orgasm at least twice before it gets to that point and possibly even again after her full weight is resting on her clit.”
“Why don’t we leave her there and see if you are right,” said Mistress Tawnya with a smile. She then pointed at Master Edward and said, “Our very proper British master has something from old England.”
“Can any of you sluts correctly identify this item?” he asked.
Several of the sluts said, “A stock,” but Master Edward continued to gaze out at them, obviously waiting for the correct answer.
“Technically,” said slut powers in her slow voice as she walked up next to the device, “it’s a pillory. That other thing over there on the floor is a stock. A stock holds your feet at floor level so you have to sit there. A pillory holds your head and hands so that you have to stand there and stay bent over in it.”
She then turned and said, “Slut paula, get your ass up her so we can show these people how this works.”
Slut paula scampered up to where slut powers was standing with the pillory held open. “I think you know where your head and hands go,” slut powers said, and slut paula set her head in big opening and her hands in the smaller ones.
“This was primarily used for public humiliation,” slut powers explained, holding on to the top of the pillory and looking at slut paula. “A person was put in the pillory and people threw shit and garbage at them– and I mean that as I said it. The other part of the humiliation was that eventually you would have to go, and crapping your pants or pissing yourself in public is very humiliating.”
Slut paula was starting to breathe deeply. Obviously the thought of such humiliation turned her on.
Slut powers turned to look at the other sluts and continued, “Sometimes a person in the pillory was switched or caned or paddled.” She grinned and said, “If they were left in the pillory overnight, sometimes people from the village would sneak into the square and have sex with them.” She reached out and pulled on slut paula’s nipples. “Of course, those people were usually clothed so you couldn’t use nipple clamps and other interesting things like that.”
“Let’s leave slut paula in the pillory for now and move on,” said Master Edward. He pointed to Mistress Susann and she asked cheerily, “Do any of you recognize this?” She was standing next to what appeared to be a cross except that it ended in a T rather than having the upright portion extend upward.
“A cross?” asked one of the sluts.
“What is your name?” asked Mistress Susann.
“Slut tracey, Ma’am,” the slut answered.
“And who is your ponyslut?” Mistress Susann continued.
“I am,” answered slut grace. Mistress Susann looked over at her with an angry expression. Evidently there were limits even when a Mistress told them to skip proper form.
Slut tracey quickly spoke up, “This slut is slut tracey’s ponyslut, Ma’am,” she said, “her name is slut grace, Mistress Susann.”
That seemed to mollify the Mistress.
“Slut tracey,” Mistress Susann then said in her syrupy voice, “this is a display cross. So why don’t we see if you can properly display slut grace on it.”
Slut tracey stepped up and motioned for slut grace to join her. There was a small platform a few feet above the ground on the front of the cross. Slut tracey pointed at it and slut grace stepped up onto the small space and turned around facing out. Her shoulders were about ten inches above the cross piece of the cross.
“That doesn’t look right,” slut tracey said and then she bent down to look more closely at the platform. After a few moments, she said, “It adjusts,” and motioned for slut grace to step back down.
She turned a couple of wing bolts and soon was holding the platform in her hands. Putting it back in place about six inches lower, she again screwed the wing bolts into nuts embedded in the upright of the cross.
After everything was secure, she again pointed at the platform and slut grace once again stepped up on it and turned around. This time, her shoulders were only a few inches higher than the cross piece.
“Arms out,” slut tracey said and slut grace stretched out her arms. There were leather belts beneath the cross. Slut tracey used those to bind slut grace’s arms in place. She then looked down at the base of the cross and picked up two more of the leather belts. These she put on slut grace’s legs, one below her knees and one on her thighs.
Looking over at Mistress Susann, she said, “I assume that one could attach nipple clamps or electrodes or whatever to make it more interesting.”
“Yes, you could,” Mistress Susann answered with a silvery laugh. “In fact, we will get you a variety of electro toys to experiment with in just a few minutes. But first...” She pointed at Master Xerxes who was standing next to a long table-like device.
“I’m sure you all recognize this,” he said in his deep baritone voice. Then he laughed. “But in case you don’t, this is a rack.” He ran his hand along the surface of the table and said, “Sometimes this is called a flat rack...” He chuckled. “... because it is flat.” He then pointed to a similar device nearby and said, “As opposed to an inclined rack, which is... inclined.”
His deep chuckle again filled the room. “The primary difference between a flat rack and an inclined rack— other than the fact that one of them is flat and one is slanted— is that the flat rack is normally used for unwilling participants while the inclined rack is normally used for willing participants.”
“If it is supposed to be for unwilling participants,” said trustee brenda suddenly, “I think I have the perfect candidate.” She stepped up next to the device and said harshly, “Slut zero, With Me, front and center, Display Position.”
Slut marcie stepped forward and stood next to the rack in the Display position with her arms behind her head and her elbows back.
“Ah, yes,” Master Xerxes said, “slut zero.” He turned toward trustee brenda and asked, “Has she created any further problems?”
“None that I can’t handle,” trustee brenda spat back.
“Then let’s see how well she fits on the rack,” he replied. He then turned toward the other sluts and said, “This is truly a one-size-fits-all device.”
Slut marcie lay on the narrow table and stretched her hands above her head. Near the end of the table was a rigidly held stock for her feet. After she placed her feet in the half circles, trustee brenda slammed the top down on the stock and engaged the metal latch, which trapped her legs in place.
At the other end of the table was a similar stock with slightly smaller holes. It was movable and was attached to two ropes which wound around a spindle at the end of the table. On both ends of the spindle was a large wheel that looked very much like the spoked wheels that had once been used to steer sailing ships. Trustee brenda pulled the loose stock down to slut marcie’s hands and forcefully set her wrists in place before slamming down the top and latching it. She then stood at the wheel and began spinning it.
“Slowly... slowly,” Master Xerxes said. “The rack is more mental than physical. Let the slut hear each click of the pawl as the wheel turns. Let her feel the tension build slowly until her body is at its limit. And then let her wonder how many more clicks she will be able to endure.”
Trustee brenda slowed the tension wheel so that the pawl, which held the tension, clicked very, very slowly on the ratchet gear.
“This particular rack,” Master Xerxes explained, “is primarily a show rack. There is no padding in the foot or hand stocks, so if more than minor tension were used, there is too great a danger of physical injury to the slut being stretched.” He pointed at the spindle and continued, “In addition, the pawl and ratchet gear are too coarse to allow for truly taking someone to the limit of their physical capabilities.”
Pointing to the other device, he said, “We also have an inclined padded rack with a much finer pawl and ratchet for you to play with later.”
All the while the Master was speaking, trustee brenda continued turning the wheel. The clack, clack, clack of the pawl echoed slightly in the cavernous hangar.
“I believe that is sufficient,” he said firmly. She tightened the wheel one more click.
Master Xerxes’ face hardened as he said, “Be careful, trustee brenda. You push the limits of your power a little too often.”
“Sir, sorry, sir,” she said quickly. “My hands just completed their movements as you spoke, Master Xerxes.”
“Well,” he replied, “slut zero’s body seems to have adapted to the tension without harm. We will leave her there and examine a few more devices.”
Slut marcie’s body was quivering slightly from the tension, and her skin was covered with a fine sheen of perspiration. Slut jj started to step forward so she could speak to her, but was pulled back into formation by slut powers.
“This is an interesting device,” said Mistress Tawnya as she held up a black metal contraption with three holes in it. The center hole was quite large while the other two holes were much smaller.
“Do any of you sluts know its proper name?” she asked.
All of the sluts remained silent and stood looking at each other. Finally, slut jj spoke up, “Ma’am, it’s a violin, Ma’am, Mistress Tawnya.
“Why is it called that?”
“Ma’am,” slut jj stammered out, “because of its shape, Ma’am, Mistress Tawnya. It looks sort of like a violin.”
“I thought we dispensed with proper form for these discussions,” Mistress Tawnya said.
“Ma’am, sorry, Ma’am,” slut jj answered, “but this slut is a natural submissive, Mistress Tawnya, and it sort of just comes out that way automatically.”
“Ahh,” she replied. “In that case, would you demonstrate the proper use of this violin?”
Slut jj stepped forward and accepted the device from Mistress Tawnya’s hand. She pulled a pin out of the joint where center hole joined the flat bar. It opened. She then did the same with the two smaller holes. When all three holes were open, slut jj lifted the heavy metal bar up onto her shoulders and placed her head in the opening. She pushed the hole closed and slipped the pin back into the joint. She then placed her wrists in the smaller holes.
“Ma’am, this slut apologizes, Ma’am,” slut jj said plaintively, “but it is not possible for a slut to lock herself into this style of violin.”
Trustee brenda stepped forward and pushed one of the smaller holes closed and put the pin in the joint. There was a slight click as it snapped into place. She then repeated her actions with the other wrist restraint.
Slut jj stood there with her arms held in place by the yoke-like stock. Mistress Tawnya used the violin to turn slut jj slowly around so that she was facing the rest of the sluts. “Notice how effectively she is restrained,” she said. “And yet she would be able to follow you almost anywhere or march long distances in a slave coffle.
Master Edward said, “There are several other devices here on the platform, but we will allow you to discover them yourself. I particularly like the adjustable vaulting horse. You can set the height or width so that it can be used for everything from binding a slut for punishment to holding a slut in place for penetration.”
Master Xerxes stepped forward, made a sweeping gesture with his arm and said, “There is more than you can become familiar with in one afternoon, but not to worry. You will have each afternoon this week to experiment and discover.” He smiled broadly and added, “And there is a wide ***********ion of paddles, floggers, canes, tawses, crops, and quirts to also experiment with.”
By the end of the afternoon, several of the submissive sluts bore welts and bruises which showed the success of those experiments. By the end of the week, all of the sluts could identify each of the devices. They could also identify what implement was being used just by the sound of it hitting flesh— whether that was their own flesh or the flesh of a fellow slut.
END OF CHAPTER
Chapter Twenty-One: The Final Week
Commander Mueller walked back and forth in front of the sluts assembled on the parade grounds. “This is your final week here at BDSM Boot Camp,” he said loudly. “Thirty-four registered for this camp,” he continued. He smiled and shook his head slightly, saying in a dismissive tone, “Four couldn’t even get on the bus.”
Slut jj thought back to that first day and the embarrassment she felt standing nude outside with people watching from the apartments across the alleyway. Now she was standing outside, also nude. Her hands were behind her head. Her elbows were back, pulling her breasts up to more prominently display her nipples. Her head was shaved. Her sex was bare. She was as totally naked as she could be, and it didn’t bother her at all. In fact, it felt natural.
Commander Mueller’s words invaded her thoughts. “There are only sixteen of you left,” he said loudly. He returned to a center spot in front of the formation and then continued. “In two days, there will be a graduation ceremony. After that, some of you will choose to leave.” He smiled and said in a slightly more clipped voice, “Some of you will be asked to leave.” Then he held up his right hand with his index finger extended upward, “But most of you will choose to stay. Some, so that you may enter the trustees-in-training program. A *********** few so that you may enter the Masters or Mistresses-in-training program.” He looked directly at slut paula and said, “And some so that you may enter the slaves-in-training program.”
He loudly slapped the crop he was holding in his left hand into the palm of his right hand. “Naturally,” he continued, “there are stacks of paperwork to complete and financial arrangements that must be made for all of that. ... But that is for the day after the graduation ceremony, and, of course, after your graduation party.”
He cleared his throat to designate a change in subject and said in a softer voice, “Those of you who wish to create a more permanent Master-slave relationship with your UB or ponyslut may also make arrangements at that time. Submission and collaring ceremonies will be held the next day.”
He once again slapped his palm with his crop and said, “This last week is a short week to allow for travel for those of you who will be heading home, so that takes care of the week.” He smiled again before adding, “... except for today and tomorrow.”
He motioned for trustee brenda to come forward, and she hurried to his side. He nodded at her, and she said in her normal bellow, “This morning and tomorrow morning, we will be doing our standard exercises and canyon rim run. Then, in the afternoon, we will rehearse our part in the graduation ceremony. For the ceremony, the ponysluts will be tacked out in formal tack, and the dominants will be riding in parade carts.” She paused before saying with obvious pride, “I will be riding in a Box M parade chariot.” There was a sparkle in her eyes as she imagined herself in her moment of triumph.
Commander Mueller’s words brought her back to the moment at hand as he said, “That is all.” He then nodded at trustee brenda and said curtly, “Carry on,” before striding across the parade grounds back toward the camp.
“Well, my little sluts,” trustee brenda said with a smile on her face, “shall we begin our exercises with three hundred jumping jacks?”
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee brenda,” the sluts yelled back and began their exercises. She didn’t bother to ask how many situps or pushups anyone had done. It was now assumed— correctly— that everyone could do the required fifty and fifty.
When exercises were completed, trustee brenda barked out, “Tack up! We will be doing four laps this morning! First lap, prance; second, trot; third, gallop; and forth, parade prance.” She smiled broadly and then said, “I will explain what parade prance is after we finish the third lap.”
Parade prance, it turned out, was the same as the regular prance step with which the sluts had become very proficient. The difference was that for parade prance, the binding glove was removed and replaced with hoof gloves.
About halfway around the rim trail, slut jj felt her arms starting to cramp from the new position, and her gloves sank slightly down from the required position level with her shoulders. A quick snap of the whip on her ass brought the gloves back into place. Trustee brenda then turned around in her chariot and yelled out, “Drivers, make absolutely sure that your ponies keep their front hooves exactly in place. Nothing looks worse in a parade than a ponyslut with drooping hooves. I will hold drivers responsible for any ponyslut who is not in proper posture.”
She spent the rest of the lap facing backwards screaming at various sluts to pay more attention to their ponies.
During the lunch break, slut jj complained to slut marcie that the hoof gloves were heavy and that it was hard to hold them in place properly. “Just think to yourself that it is me driving the chariot,” slut marcie responded, “and that you are holding them in place to make me proud of you.”
Slut jj beamed back at her and asked, “Do you think that can ever be?”
“Someday,” slut marcie answered. “Someday.”
Following lunch, the sluts were ordered to report to the stables. Trustee yvonne met them. Lying out on the tack tables were full sets of white tack. The hardware was all chrome-plated. The headpieces, which were held carefully upright in special supports, sported large, dark-blue feathered top pieces.
“This,” trustee yvonne said slowly, “is parade tack. We will be using it this afternoon as we practice. When you untack, you will return it to the tack tables exactly as it is arranged now. Be especially careful with the headpieces. They must never be allowed to lie on their sides, or it may damage the feathers.”
Trustee brenda walked in at that point. “Today,” she said loudly, “we will work at the practice track.” She glared at the sluts and said, “And we will repeat the whole thing as many times as needed for you sluts to get everything exactly right.”
She paused and then said, “Tomorrow, we will go through the routine several times at the performance track.” She picked up one of the hoof gloves. “Then,” she said very loudly, “we will come back here and you will clean and polish this tack until it gleams.”
She turned to look at slut jj. “You,” she said firmly, “will wear the standard feathers.” Turning to slut marcie, she growled out, “You will stick with your chrome dome, but I want it polished so that there isn’t so much as a single streak or smear on it.”
Her eyes seemed to bore into slut marcie as she almost shouted, “You got that, slut zero!?”
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee brenda,” slut marcie replied.
“I’ll be waiting for you at the practice track,” trustee brenda thundered and strode out of the stables.
“Does she ever hang around when work is being done?” one of the ponysluts said softly, but in the quiet following trustee brenda’s exit, everyone heard her.
“There are microphones as well as cameras,” trustee yvonne said, pointing up at the two cameras mounted on the walls. “And trustee brenda sometimes reviews what is on the security hard drives.” Comments after that all concerned the process of properly tacking up.
As usual, trustee yvonne led in her cart with sluts jj and marcie following behind her pulling the empty chariot. The remaining slut drivers and ponysluts followed with their carts.
The parade carts looked very much like the regular carts except that they were all white. The spokes of the wheels were painted a dark blue, and there were some dark blue accents on the body of the cart. The wheels themselves— the rims outside the spokes— were encased in chromed metal which seemed to be folded under the heavy iron band which actually touched the ground.
Trustee brenda’s chariot was painted in a similar fashion. One difference between the parade chariot and the regular chariot she had been using was that the traces were wooden– or at least had the appearance of wood— with the center trace being rather massive. It was almost four inches square and stuck out almost a foot in front of the side traces. On the very front of the center trace, a large steel shield was mounted. The shield was thick steel and looked— and felt— very heavy. It was painted dark blue with the Box M emblem in thick chromed metal mounted in the center of it. The chariot which Commander Mueller had been riding in had not had such a shield. Instead, the Box M logo was carried on the sides of his larger, and slightly longer, chariot body. Trustee yvonne’s chariot, except for the fact that it was white, was basically the same as her everyday chariot.
When everyone was assembled on the track in front of the reviewing stand, trustee brenda strode out and stepped up into her chariot. Her weight, standing far back in the big chariot, balanced out the weight of the heavy, front shield.
“We come in first,” trustee brenda explained. She seemed to swell with self-pride as she said, “And I will lead the column.”
She pointed at an opening alongside the grandstands. “We will come in through a gate on the first turn,” she continued, “and proceed around the track until we come past the reviewing stand.”
She then pointed at the grandstand. “Do you see that small yellow flag stuck into the track about two-thirds of the way down the grandstands?”
After a moment the sluts began answering, “Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee brenda.”
“That,” she said emphatically, “is where we will begin our turn into the infield.”
She looked across the column of ponysluts and slut drivers. “There won’t be any flag at the performance track, but that is where the seating ends, so you will know where to turn.” She huffed, “Besides, you will be following me, and I know what I am doing.”
Slut jj looked over at slut marcie and raised her eyebrows. Slut marcie just shook her head slightly and turned back to face forward.
“Now,” trustee brenda said loudly, “let’s form up in a column behind the grandstand and see if you sluts can get anything right.”
Once everyone was in place, trustee brenda picked up her radio and said curtly into it, “Now!”
A slow march blared out through the speakers which surrounded the track. “Keep in time with the music,” trustee brenda yelled out and then snapped slut marcie on the ass with her whip.
Sluts jj and marcie moved forward in the slow prance step that was now almost second nature to them. It was even easier with the music playing. As they made their way slowly around the track, trustee brenda used the reins to gradually pull them closer and closer to the infield. By the time they passed the reviewing stand, they were only a foot or so from the inside of the track.
When they reached the yellow flag, trustee brenda suddenly pulled hard on the right reins and turned them so that they were pointing almost directly at the stands. Then she pulled them to the left in a wide, sweeping turn that continued onto the infield and brought them around until the chariot was standing directly next to the reviewing stand.
Trustee brenda immediately hopped off the back of the chariot and began screaming, “No, next to me! Next to me! Bring it in tighter and line up next to each other!”
Finally, she stomped her foot in frustration and screamed very loudly, “Never mind! Everyone back to the starting point.”
She jumped back into her chariot and snapped slut marcie loudly on the ass and yelled, “Gallop!” Another snap on slut marcie’s ass and one on slut jj’s urged them up to speed for the short burst back to the starting point.
As the others were sorting themselves out and getting back into the proper order, slut marcie vaguely heard slut powers’ voice say, “If that bitch had told us what she wanted in the first place, we could’ve done it.”
Trustee brenda didn’t respond, so apparently she didn’t hear the comment. When everyone was in place, she picked up her radio and said, “Again, from the top.”
The column once again pranced slowly around the track. This time the drivers knew what trustee brenda intended and followed her more exactly as she moved slowly into the inside lane. They also more precisely followed her turn toward the grandstands and her wide, sweeping turn into the infield. This time, however, knowing that they had to come in alongside her, each driver elongated their sweep slightly so that they smoothly arrived in the proper place.
“Better,” trustee brenda spat out. “But let’s try it again. I don’t want it better, I want it perfect.”
They repeated their entrance over two dozen times. Toward the end, she was no longer guiding sluts jj and marcie. In fact, she was standing backwards in her chariot like she often did on their morning runs. She was also screaming at the sluts as she normally did. Her primary concern seemed to be that the hoof gloves be held up exactly at shoulder level and that the chromed horseshoes be exactly perpendicular to the ground.
A klaxon sounding from the main camp announced supper just as she brought her chariot into place for the twenty-seventh time. She waited until trustee yvonne’s cart was in place at the end of the row and stepped out of the back of the chariot.
“Trustee yvonne,” she said dismissively, “take care of this.”
She then walked back toward camp.
“Follow me to the stables,” trustee yvonne said quietly. When they were all back at the stables, she said, “Untack your ponies and do normal cleaning. We will polish everything tomorrow.”
Most of the other sluts and Masters from the camp had already eaten and left by the time the squad reached the mess hall. As usual, fifteen of the sluts sat at the table with regular food— in this case a meatloaf— while slut zero sucked down her supper over at the wall.
When everyone returned to the barracks for the night, there was very little talking. The ponysluts compared thoughts about how heavy the hoof gloves were, but little else was said. Everyone was asleep long before lights out.
The next morning trustee brenda surprised everyone by announcing that there would be no calisthenics... and no canyon run. “You have built up your bodies enough,” she said. “What you need to do today is build up your prancing skills. We are going over to the practice track this morning and we are going to prance around that track until every single one of you is exactly in step with the music and with each other.”
She turned to trustee yvonne and said, “Tack them up and meet me there.” She then started walking slowly out to the practice track.
“You heard her,” trustee yvonne said wearily as she led the sluts over to the stables.
After about forty laps around the track with the music on continuous repeat, Sarge showed up with a pickup with several coolers in the back. “Water and sports drink,” he shouted loudly and trustee brenda led the column over to the truck.
While the sluts were guzzling the refreshments, Sarge said softly to trustee brenda, “Don’t wear them out too much today. There is such a thing as pushing past your peak for a performance.”
Trustee brenda glared at him but got the message. After everyone had rehydrated, she said, “I think that is enough for this morning. Do a regular cleaning of the tack and take the rest of the morning off. This afternoon report to the stables and we will have a short practice at the performance track before you clean and polish everything for tomorrow.
Again there was very little conversation at the barracks as the sluts lay around on the beds or slept. Slut jj sat on the slut zero bunk with slut marcie and said very softly, “It looks like this is all over for us tomorrow. Can you tell me yet what is going on?”
Slut marcie looked around carefully before whispering back, “I would tell you if I knew.”
Slut jj looked at her with pleading eyes. “Have faith, my little submissive slut,” slut marcie said softly. “Someday I will be your Mistress. I just don’t know when that is going to be... or how.”
Slut jj sighed and leaned against her. She reached out and put her arm around slut jj and felt her relax in her grip.
“As long as I am with you,” slut jj said, almost crying, “I can get through anything.”
Slut marcie said nothing. She just squeezed a little tighter for a moment and then gave a very deep sigh.
After lunch, trustee yvonne led the sluts over to the performance track. Chairs had already been set up on the track facing the reviewing stand. Sarge and several of his men were carefully inspecting the grandstand, the track, and the reviewing stand as if they were looking for something. Two of the men had dogs which were sniffing at everything.
“We will have some very important visitors here tomorrow,” trustee brenda said as soon as she stepped into her chariot. “Sarge is making sure that they are going to be safe.” She paused and glared down at the column of sluts. “I am making sure that they are impressed with our current crop of graduates.”
“Do you understand me!?” she shouted out.
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee brenda,” the slut drivers shouted back. Some of the ponysluts also attempted to answer, but with the bits in their mouths, what they said could not be understood. Slut jj was grinning furiously. Obviously, she had answered calling trustee brenda, trustee ratchet, but that was her own private joke.
“With all of the other preparations,” trustee brenda said loudly, “we will only be able to go through this twice.” She put her hands on her hips and said angrily, “So if you don’t get it right, we will have to go back to the practice track and go through it until you get it... or drop.”
“Do you understand me!?”
This time, all of the ponysluts remained quiet as the drivers shouted back, “Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee brenda,”
“Good,” she yelled. “Let’s get in position for our first run-through.”
When they were all in place, she raised her arm and waved her hand slightly. The familiar march music came through the speakers, this time not quite so blaring. Evidently, someone was up on the sound board who could see them as they waited to enter.
The performance track and practice track were exactly the same size, so it was easy to follow trustee brenda properly as they wound around the track in their parade lap. When she made her sharp turn at the end of the chairs, all of the carts followed her exactly, but as they began their looping turn to come around alongside the reviewing stand there was a bit of confusion caused by a large, temporary tower which had been placed just inside the infield near Turn One.
Trustee brenda swore at the sluts who then had to make rather sharp turns in order to come into the proper place.
Sarge’s voice came over the speakers. “Sorry about the tower, but we have some special things going on tomorrow and they wanted a camera tower that could give a view of everything. Try making your sweep just a little wider around the tower.”
Trustee brenda glared up at the tower, but said nothing. “You heard him,” she shouted angrily. “Let’s do it again.”
Surprisingly, the four carts affected by the tower were able to adjust their loops and this time everyone pulled gracefully into place alongside trustee brenda’s chariot.
“I guess that will have to do,” she said with disgust. “But if any of you screw up tomorrow, I will have your asses.” With that she stomped off across the infield headed back toward the main camp.
Slut powers’ voice was heard clearly on the track as she said, “Doesn’t she ever stay to do any actual work?”
“Quiet in the ranks,” trustee yvonne called out. “Follow me back to the stables,” she added as she urged slut julia forward. As they passed the chariot, sluts marcie and jj pulled into line behind her. The remaining carts followed.
After the sluts were untacked, trustee yvonne said, “Ponysluts will be responsible for their tack. Drivers are responsible for the carts.” She paused and then said, “I will need some help with the chariot.”
She then demonstrated the proper way to clean the hardware on the tack and then the three-step process to clean, soften, and polish the leather.
Cleaning the carts was very much like cleaning and polishing a car. In fact, the cleaners and waxes were automotive products.
“I want each of you to inspect everyone else’s work,” trustee yvonne said. “That means the ponysluts will check each of the other sets of tack. Effectively, each set of leathers will be inspected nine times and the carts will be inspected seven times. Make sure everything is perfect. Brenda will come back here after supper to check things and she WILL drag your ass back here to redo your equipment if she has the slightest excuse.”
By suppertime, all of the sluts— and trustee yvonne— were hot and sweaty, but the chariot and carts gleamed and the tack glistened under the lights. “Even trustee ratchet will have to accept this,” trustee yvonne said softly.
When all of the sluts laughed, her face went white and she said, “Oh God! I said that out loud, didn’t I?”
“No one is going to tell on you,” said slut vivian, “and trustee brenda is too wound up about tomorrow to spend her time checking security tapes.”
“I can only hope,” trustee yvonne said quietly. Then in a louder voice she said, “Dismissed to barracks to clean up for supper.”
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