Taking The Final Step

TAKING THE FINAL STEP

CHAPTER 2

A NEW REALITY

By. Charles E. Campbell

That ride from Kennedy International was her first time ever on a motorcycle, and it proved to be an odd combination of scary and exhilarating at the same time. By that point in her life, Susannah knew from nothing about motorcycles, (something which her Owner has long since remedied). Sure, she’d heard about Harleys and Hondas and Yamahas, but she couldn’t tell one from another if called on it. Charles’ bike was different, she came to learn. A custom built chopper. Susannah found it anything but comfortable perched on that dubious little p-pad in the back. Very loud! Very cramped! The seating position and the constant vibrations made her groin go numb. She has since learned that all of these things are due to the fact that the bike has a 120 cubic inch engine with the motor bolted directly into a rigid, (suspension-less) frame. Muffler-less straight pipes barking out a powerful throaty drone as the big motor’s pulsations transversed the entire bike and seemed to culminate in the very hard, barely functional little “P” pad which served as her seat. The passenger foot pegs were mounted up high right under the seat, which exposed all of her legs in the short leather skirt.

They rode for about ninety minutes or so from the airport, crossing the Whitestone Bridge and following a northerly  heading up the parkways that flow like veins through Westchester County. They stopped for gas and some bottled water. Unsure of His wishes, Susannah told Charles that she needed to pee very badly, what with the vibrations and all. He sent her around behind the small combination general store and gas station and told her to squat. “Wipe yourself with your hand and then lick your hand clean,” He instructed her. “I don’t want to have to smell your hand to see if you paid attention,” He added sternly.

Trying to remain as unobtrusive as she could, Susannah skulked around behind the building and found a “suitable” spot between a dumpster and a junked car. Spreading her legs wide, trying to avoid splashing the new heels, she squatted down and relieved herself. When she was done, Susannah wiped her hand through the wet slit and brought it to her mouth to clean it off. It was to be her first taste of urine. (It would most certainly not be her last!).

They resumed the trek to His home. Susannah was slowly becoming more comfortable on the back of the big machine, leaning with Him in the turns, rather than trying to fight it and lean the other way. She was a whole lot less fearful, and was actually enjoying the feeling of the waning sun, the wind, and the mixtures of different smells as the big bike passed through the countryside. On a lonely section of two lane country road, they got behind a light blue mini van with a full load of kids and a license plate which read: “SOCCRMOM.” As they began to pass the van, Charles reached back with his huge left hand and buried it between His new slave’s legs, seeking out her pussy. The soft leather on His gloved hand caressed the wet folds. The vibrations of the bike, mixed with his probing fingers washed over her, causing her to forget that they were traveling at 65 m.p.h.  It’s a sure bet the soccer mom and at least a few of her charges saw more than they had bargained for as they thundered past them.

They made a second stop about an hour later. (Another thing she was to learn about His bike was that it has a “Peanut” tank for the gas. It only holds about two gallons of gas. Quite pleasing aesthetically, but not very functional for long distance riding.) This time they headed for a diner He knew to get something to eat. “I am going to allow you to order for yourself today,” He said after the waiter had brought the menus. “Don’t get too used to it.”

They talked about Susannah during the entire meal. He wanted to know how long ago it was that she discovered she was a true submissive slave at heart. How long had she and her friend been dabbling in S & M. He told her that the single most important thing for them to develop was trust. His feeling was/is, that a slave must trust her Owner implicitly. No questions. No reservations. Totally placing herself in His hands, to do with as He wishes, for His reasons only. No explanations asked for. None offered. No “safe words.” Total trust. The giving of herself to Him in every way. Nothing would be her’s any longer, which was why He allowed her to bring almost nothing with her on the plane. It was more, he explained, than just leaving her past behind. It was actually to stress that any needs she would now have, He would see to them. He would decide what they were, prioritize them, and take care of them, in whatever manner He saw fit, or even not at all. Nothing would be of any concern to her any longer, except pleasing Him and abiding by His rules and wishes. Complete and absolute servitude.

Susannah was soaking wet by the time their meal was finished and the conversation had ended. He sensed her arousal, because He reached out with His hand under the table and stretched it across to feel her. A broad smile emerged from behind His bearded face as He looked straight into Susannah’s eyes. Neither of them spoke, but they both, at that moment, reached their first point of acceptance, understanding, and trust.

As He topped off the gas tank before setting out on the last leg of the trip, He said to her, “We have about half an hour left. I want you to ride topless. I’ll allow you to lean in close to Me if you wish.” He stood and waited, watching, as Susannah obeyed, and slid the leather vest off of her shoulders, right there in the dirt and gravel of the unpaved parking lot, lit by the lights for the diner.    Any patrons in the booths by the windows could see her naked breasts very clearly. He took the vest and put it into one of the fringed leather saddlebags on the back of the bike. They got back on the bike and headed for His home. At first, Susannah hugged close to His broad back, fearful, but loving the feel of His weather worn leather jacket brushing her now hard nipples. But as the two lane road became more deserted, she leaned back a bit, and felt the warm wind caressing her free breasts.

He pulled the bike off the main road onto a dirt road that was blocked by a black wrought iron gate. Stopping the bike, they both got off, and he unlocked the chain that held the gate closed. Charles got back on the bike and rode it through the gate. He waited with the motor rumbling as Susannah closed and re-locked the chain. She straddled the bike and He carefully rode down the rutted road through dense woods. “I have a bit over three hundred acres,” He called back to her over the lopping engine’s menacing growl. “Most of it is woodlands. There’s a seven acre lake near the house. Very private. Very secluded. The perfect spot for you to begin your training without being disturbed!”

Susannah had almost forgotten where she was and why she was there! The splendor of the unspoiled forest was foremost in her thoughts. His term, “begin your training,” brought her right back to reality! The road made a slow sweeping turn as they started up a severe incline. The big motor grumbling with the strain, pulling against the hill as it climbed. Cresting the hill, Susannah was awestruck by the natural beauty that surrounded them in the bright moonlight. A mirror calm lake glimmered in the ghostly white light. On the far side of the lake stood a Tudor style house, framed by tall stately pine trees.

He brought the bike around to the barn, which stood about fifty yards from the house. Weathered wood freshly stained gray, with a large pair of doors. Stopping the bike before the barn, he handed her a key and said, “Open it up.”

Susannah climbed off the back, stiff from her initiation ride. She put the key in the lock and pushed the two doors open. He rode the bike in and parked it in a corner near the back. Susannah glanced around the hay strewn floor and her eyes widened as they recognized several instruments of torture! A St. Andrew’s Cross, a Tau Cross made of splintered old beams, a rack, a wheel, a whipping post, and a winch with steel cables and spreader bar.

“You will experience these things all in good time, slave. One must be patient,” He laughed gruffly.”Strip off your clothes!”

Obediently Susannah stepped out of her tiny leather skirt, and undid the straps on the heels. She had never before felt so naked as she did at that moment, in just the little bit of moonlight that shone through the barn doors, under His scrutiny. She felt as if he was inspecting a piece of merchandise. An inanimate object, not a naked flesh and blood female.

“You are never to wear clothes when we are here, unless I expressly tell you otherwise. Sandals are permitted, and you will find several pairs near your stall. I would prefer that you do wear the sandals as there is quite a bit of loose rock and stone on the grounds and in the lake, an I don’t want to have to stitch up any cuts on your feet.”

“Yes Sir,” she replied, head down looking at my bare feet.

Charles walked over to a horse stall. The stall was made of wood, with a steel cage fitted over the top, enclosing it completely. He removed the pin in the hasp and opened the door. “You stall, slave,” He said, waiting for her.

Susannah walked to the stall and looked in. Fresh hay covered the floor. There was a small show rack with three pairs of sandals on it. All flats with leather straps to tie them on. A bucket of water hung on the wall to the right side. Susannah stepped unsurely into the stall and Charles closed the door behind her, locking the hasp. Wordlessly, He left her there. Closing the barn door behind him.

Crestfallen, Susannah felt her way around in the pitch black, trying to remember where the rack was. He hadn’t touched her! Not to take her or even just to beat her.! He hadn’t even spoken to her, just abandoning her in the stall, like a horse, or cattle. Tears welled in her eyes. What had she gotten herself into? She had left her husband, her best friend. No one knew where she was. No one could help her. What had she done?

She sobbed and cried for a few hours before finally falling asleep in the itchy scratchy hay.

She awoke once during the night, having to pee and poop really bad. All she could do was squat in a corner of the stall and take care of it. Then she brushed some hay over the excrement and went to the farthest corner of the stall and fell back asleep.

Susannah awoke to the bright light as the barn doors opened. Stiff from the long motorcycle ride and sleeping in the uncomfortable hay, she slowly stood. Expecting to see her Master, she was startled to see a thin white haired black man approaching her stall. He was dressed in a formal butler’s uniform, black jacket, vest, crisply starched and pressed white shirt, black bow tie, and black slacks. She tried in vain to cover her nakedness. He laughed a deep resounding laugh that set his eyes twinkling. “No sense tryin’ t’hide yerseff from me, missy. I’ll be ‘a seein’ a whole lotta you from now on.”

He grabbed a shovel from the tool rack next to the stall. Unlocking the hasp her said, “Time ta muck out yer stall, missy. I kin smell yer piss and shit all over the barn!”

Susannah blushed as she took the shovel from the man. She really had to hunt to find the spot where she had relieved herself in the total darkness last night, but finally she did, and she shoveled the wet hay and shit and put it in a bucket the man had set on the ground.

“My name’s Carlton, ‘n I’m Mister Charles butler. You ‘n me’s a gonna be spendin’ a whole lotta time t’gether, missy. Whatever I says is a whatcha gonna be a doin’. No ifs, ands, ‘er buts. Now you looks ta me ta be a right smart little filly, so’s I’m a thinkin’ you’ll be learnin’ the ropes real quick. Won’t be a givin’ ole Carlton no trouble. But jus’ in case you do, I’ll be tellin’ ya sumpin’ fer yer own good.” He took a cat ‘o nine tails off his belt and dangled it in front of Susannah’s bulging eyes. “Any pro’lems you be a giving’ me, and you’ll be feeling what this here thing kin do. You ketch my drift, missy?”

“Yes sir,...................uh, Sir.....Sir....”

“Oh, that’s awright. You kin just call me Carlton.

“Not let’s git you outside and cleaned up. We got us a busy day t’day. Mister Charles gave me a long lista things we gotta do. Go ‘n git sum sandals on yer feet, ‘n be quick about it!”

Susannah tied a pair of sandals on and followed Carlton out into the hot sun. He took her over to a garden hose and said, “Bend over so’s I kin give ya yer bath.”

Susannah did what he said. He turned on the water and hosed her down, paying particular attention to her pussy and ass. Shutting off the hose, he started walking over to a small shed behind the barn. Unsure of what she was to do, Susannah stayed where she was, waiting another order. “You cummin’, bitch? Or do I hafta use my whip onya al’ready?”

Susannah trotted after him, her breasts bouncing obscenely as she ran.

Carlton opened the door of the shed and brought out a clip board that held several sheets of paper with a pencil taped to a string. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a tape measure . “You stand up straight ‘n tall and don’t fidget about none, ya hear?”

“Yes Carlton,” Susannah replied, curious as yo what he was doing.

Carlton proceeded to measure just about everything there was on the slave to measure. He measured her head, the length of her arms and legs, wrist to elbow, elbow to shoulder, hip to knees, kees to ankles, the girth of her upper arms, wrists, thighs, calves, ankles, waist, chest,  and hips. He even made her step into a box that contained some putty like material to get impressions of her feet. Just as he was wrapping up, her empty stomach started growling loudly. “Guess I’ll be needin’ ta feed ya,” he said, as much to himself as to her.

He went back into the shed looking for something. Susannah could hear him noisily rummaging around in there. Finding what he was looking for, he backed out of the shed with a stout length of heavy rusted chain in his hands. Unceremoniously, he draped it around her neck. Instantly she stooped a bit under it’s surprising weight.

Carlton locked the chain around her neck and then lead her back to the barn. He affixed the end of the chain to a metal post with an iron ring in it, the kind one might use to tether a horse. “I’ll gitcha sumpin’ ta eat, missy. Then we’s got work ta do!”

He left her there in the sun, which was already passing rapidly from pleasantly warm to uncomfortably hot. Susannah used this opportunity to take her first good look around where she was. The lake was larger than it had seemed in the moonlit night. Tall pines and maples framed it’s shore on the far side. The barn where she had spent the night blocked her from seeing the house.

Carlton returned a few minutes later carrying some granola bars and some bottles of water. Susannah scarfed the bars down and finished off a half liter bottle of water. Seeing that she was finished eating, Carlton announced, “The first thing we gonna do is start gittin’ you in shape!”

He unlocked the chain and then said, “Let’s gitcha started with sum jumpin’ jacks.”

Susannah hesitated in disbelief. It took one blurred slash of the cat on her thigh and she was performing the required exercise with the gusto of a Marine recruit.

Carlton put her through what must have been a pre-ordained routine of callisthenics: Jumping jacks, followed by push-ups, sit-ups, squat thrusts, deep knee bends, and then five laps around the barn. Susannah was gasping for breath and her naked body was covered in sweat and dust. She hadn’t noticed that, while she was running her laps, Carlton had gotten some equipment from the shed, and he was waiting with it when she finished running.

Carlton gave her a second bottle of water, which she swallowed greedily. Then she was fitted with a bridle, bit, and reins that was made for a human. Carlton placed the bridle over her head and buckled it securely. He pushed the hard rubber bit back into her mouth, forcing her tongue down and cinched it in place to the bridle. The reins hung down from the bit at the corners of her open mouth. “Bend over, missy, and spread ‘em”

Susannah bent at the waist, exposing her ass and cunt to Carlton and with both hands, pulled her cheeks apart. She heard him spit a couple of times and then felt pressure on her puckered rear hole. Twisting and rocking the invader back and forth, Carlton finally got it in and seated. She knew from experience that it was a decent sized butt plug. She had owned a few before and had experimented with them many times. Susannah felt a strange tickling sensation on the inside of her legs all the way down to the middle of her calved.  “Ya kin stand up now, missy,” Carlton said, standing back a step to inspect his charge.

Susannah straightened up, and felt the tickling sensation creep even further down her legs, almost to her ankles. Curiosity getting the better of her, she looked down between her legs and saw that it was a long thick bunch of chestnut brown horse hair.

A quick jerk on the reins and she was standing upright once again. “Now, the first thing ya gotta remember is how ya step. It’s a proud kinda prance really. High steppin’ I calls it. Ya gotta bring yer leg up nice ‘n high, thigh running parallel with the ground. Point yer toes straight down when the leg is up, then ya place that foot right in front of the other’n.  Keep yer steps short.

“Now, let me see ya lift that right leg up nice’n high fer me.”

Susannah followed his instructions, practicing over and over with just her right leg. Each time striving to raise it high, point her toes down, and place it right in front of her left foot. After better than three dozen steps, he had her switch and do the same drill with her left leg. Then, finally, he deemed it time to alternate, but still not moving forward.

Sweat was pouring from the slave’s brow and her body was covered with rivulets of moisture The sun had gotten more intense, and the combination of the heat and the exertion was taking it’s toll. Carlton could read it on her face, and he had her stop and follow him to the shade offered by a large beech tree.

“You kin wait here, missy. I’m gonna git us some water n’ sumthin’ ta eat fer lunch.”

Her came back twenty minutes later carrying a large canvas tote bag, which he set on the ground and proceeded to open. Extracting a bottle of water, he handed it to Susannah, who drank it down right away. Then her handed her a plastic container with a simple garden salad in it. For himself, he had a meaty sub sandwich with all the trimmings and slathered in mustard.

“Um, Carlton,” Susannah said nervously, picking at her meager fare, “I need to pee.”

“Well you go right ahead, missy. Yer not gonna mess yer stall out here. Jest one thing though, no squattin’ down when ya go. Ya gotta stand up straight ‘n tall. Oh, an’ another thing. Keep yer legs tagether. Don’t spread ‘em.”

He wanted her to piss on herself! Right in front of him, in the dirt!. “I......I don’t really have to go that bad........I can wait,” she said, trying to postpone the inevitable.

“Sher ya do, missy. Sher ya do. Now I’m gonna be takin’ care of you fer quite a while, so you’d best git useta me watchin’n you doin’ all kinds a things. So’s ya might as well start now. Git up and piss lak I tol’ ya.”

Susannah stood up. She didn’t think she could do it, but her bladder was bursting, so she squeezed her eyes closed and almost immediately, she felt the hot liquid running down the insides of her legs, making a puddle of urine and mud at her feet. Her face turned a bright crimson when she opened her eyes and saw that Carlton had bee watching the spectacle with a broad toothy grin the entire time.

“Now,” he said, “Git down in that little pee puddle you made and roll in it like the pig you are, cunt!”

His voice had taken an ominous tone, unlike any he had used before. In fear, Susannah got down in the wet mud and started to roll in the pungent mixture, covering her chest and stomach.

“Okay, you kin stop now, missy. Finish yer lunch, cuz we still gots a lot ta do before we putcha in yer stall fer the night.”

The afternoon was a repeat of the morning. Arduous calisthenics, running, and practicing her stepping. By four thirty she was so hungry and fatigued that she could barely think. Carlton had kept her well hydrated, feeding her water every forty minutes or so, and making her piss in the first puddle, rolling in it each time.

“We’ll gitcha cleaned up a bit, then it’ll be time fer yer supper, missy,” Carlton announced. He lead her to the lake and said, “ Take a little swim ‘n bath, missy. Git some ‘o that muck offa yerself. Make sher ya clean yer insides too, that cooch and yer butt hole. I kin smell it from here! Ill be watchion’ ya, so don’t try ‘n skip that part.

“Hang on a second, missy. Bend over.”

Susannah knew what was coming, so she assumed the position and spread her cheeks without being told. Carlton grabbed the pony tailed butt plug and pulled it out quickly.

“Clean this good too. Yer gonna be wearin’ it everyday, til yer ready fer the next bigger size!”

The water was cool, not cold, but it felt icy on her sun baked skin, causing her to shiver uncontrollably, goose bumps erupting on her skin. Using her hands, she scrubbed the caked mud off herself as best as she could. She paid close attention to washing out her pussy and ass as Carlton kept a close scrutiny on her ministrations.

Once she was clean, Carlton lead her back to the barn and into her stall. He poured fresh water into her bucket, and left her with a plastic grocery bag containing a baggy of trail mix, as well as apples, bananas, pears, and a bunch of red grapes.

“Night, missy. Sleep good. T’morra’s gonna be a busy day fer ya!”

He closed the stall and locked it. Then he exited the barn and locked the large wooden door as well. Very little light seeped in under the boards, so Susannah was plunged into almost complete darkness even though there was still a few hours of daylight left in the day. Sadness crept over her, thinking that she hadn’t seen Charles all day. Not once. She started crying heavily. Fortunately, she didn’t have to wrestle with her emotions for long. Fatigue and her aching muscles sent her into a deep sleep, from which she only awoke when she heard the now familiar creaking of the big barn doors.

Lifting her head slightly from her straw bed, she saw Charles’ large figure clad in black leather climbing onto His bike. Suysanah sprang up and peered through the boards of her stall. He not only didn’t speak to her, He didn’t even bother to look in her direction. He just wheeled the machine out into the early dawn and closed the door behind Him. Susannah heard the big motor catch as he started it up. He allowed the idle to smooth out before kicking it into gear and riding away.

Susannah was wide awake now, and very stiff! It took a lot of effort to push herself  and go to the corner to empty both her bladder and her bowels in the hay. She felt dirty when she remembered that there was nothing to clean herself with. She curled back up in the hay and closed her eyes, but sleep would not come. She was so totally confused by Charles’ actions. Tears leaked from the corners of her puffy eyes.

The barn door creaked again, and she heard Carlton calling to her, “Rise ‘n shine missy. Time ta git up. Let’s go!”

He handed her a shovel and said, “Meet me outside after ya muck yer stall, and be quick about it!”

“Yes, Carlton,” she replied, repulsed by her now daily task.

The day was a virtual carbon copy of the preceding one. He hosed her down, cleaning her inside and out, ran her through her exercises, adding a minute or more to each one, then gave her water and granola bars to eat. He fitted her with her tack and inserted her “tail, then it was practicing her step and learning some basic non-verbal commands with the reins. She pranced around the bar multiple times, trying very hard to be cognizant of the placement of each foot in front of the other. A quick bite from Carlton’s buggy whip served as an ever constant reminder when a step wasn’t high enough, or it lacked snap.

A week into the routine, and some changes were made. Carlton no longer had to tell her to clean her stall, she did it first thing when he unlocked the stall door. Whenever she needed to urinate, she would just do it where she stood, legs closed, the warm liquid running down her legs. The exercise regimen was now about forty-five minutes long, and there were now two of them, first thing in the morning and also right after lunch. Her lunch meal was heartier now, consisting of pasta salad with strips of turkey and cheese.

The muscles of her calves and thighs were much more clearly defined now. Her arms had also developed a noticeable clarity. What little fat she had around her stomach and buttocks when she first arrived was gone. Replaced by the first sign of a six pack set of abs, due mostly to diet and sit-ups. She now had a golden tan from her face to her feet. No tan lines, of course, she hadn’t worn clothes at all for seven days.

One afternoon, about ten days after Charles had taken off on His bike, a car drove up the road. It had been a particularly hot and humid day, and it seemed to Susannah that Carlton had been pushing her extra hard. Carlton paid no attention to the approaching vehicle, rather, he redoubled his prodding with the buggy whip, making Susannah prance and step even quicker as she did laps around the barn. 

Rounding the side of the barn, Susannah saw a woman dressed in black standing waiting for them. A naked woman knelt at her feet. Her head had been shaved. A thick steel rod pierced through both of her breasts, very deep, near the base of the breast,  with pieces of metal shaped like the letter “U” hanging from the bar and hanging under each breast. Two large round balls capped the ends of the rod. Susannah had never seen anything like it before. The rod had to be at least an inch thick, probably more, she thought.

“Carlton, “the woman called out, “Bring Charles’ new slave to Me. I wish to examine her.”

“Yes ‘m.”

Carlton whispered in Susannah’s ear, “You best be doin’ whatever this here Lady tells ya, missy. Or I’ll be throwin’ you a beatin’ the likes of which ya can’t imagine  when she leaves.”

Susannah continued her high step until she stood before the woman. She had to fight her natural curiosity and make herself look at the round. The woman slowly walked around Susannah, occasionally touching her flanks, then her buttocks, but not speaking to her. When she was standing back in front of Susannah, the woman placed her hands under Susannah’s breasts, which were still rising and falling as she had yet to catch her breath after the workout. It was as if she was feel the heft of the fleshy orbs.

“Carlton.”

“Yes, Miss Ilsa!”

Please be a dear and give slut a refresher on her stepping and her stride. I’ll take this one,....er, what’s her name again?”

“It’s Susannah, Ma’am,” Carlton replied.

“I’ll take Susannah, then, with Me. I want to see how she moves so I can decide what sort of harness would be best suited to her body.”

Carlton handed the reins to Ilsa, and watched as his charge followed the directions dictated by the reins. When they had passed from earshot, he looked down at slut and said, “Let’s git you up and see how much you remember, missy.”

Ilsa never spoke a word to Susannah. All her commands were through nuances with the reins and clicking sounds She would make with her tongue. Susannah could sense the slight tug the reins would make on her bit when Ilsa wanted her to turn. A flick of the reins to make her speed up. A light pull back to slow her down.

A sheen of sweat covered the slave as she was put through her paces. Drool fell from her mouth, as the bit precluded her closing her lips to swallow. A few large deer flies swarmed around her sweaty hair, occasionally biting her on the neck.

“Whoa,” Ilsa shouted, when they were almost halfway around the lake. Susannah’s bladder was about ready to burst from all the water she had consumed. She couldn’t hold it any longer, and peed herself as Carlton had told her, her legs tight together.

Whether or not it was proper, or Mistress Ilsa found it wrong, Susannah never knew, because Ilsa made no remark about it whatsoever, choosing instead to wait until she had stopped before resuming her inspection of the girl. This time, her examination was much more thorough. Her lips were pulled back to examine her mouth and teeth. Her breasts were kneaded to test their suppleness. Her nipples pinched hard to see how erect they became. Her pussy and ass were probed, at least three fingers Susannah guessed by the pressure. Ilsa wiped her soiled fingers across Susannah’s sweat covered face.  Her body slapped all over, looking for jiggling fat anywhere. 

Seeming to be satisfied, Ilsa snapped the reins and said, “Giddy-up!”

Susannah could see Carlton putting the bald slave through her paces as they headed back to the barn. He was using the buggy whip on her quite freely, almost as if just for the sheer pleasure of it, and not to get her attention. Ilsa jerked the reins back hard, and Susannah stopped. They both watched as slut trotted around in the hot sun, the frequent snap of the whip the only sound, as the barefoot slave pranced.

“She’s still doin’ pretty good, Ma’am,” Carlton offered as he brought the slave back to her owner. She could use some leg work ta tighten up them muscles a bit, but all ‘n all she’s in good shape.

“Ya thinkin’ of enterin’ her in the races against this here new filly?”

“I don’t know yet, Carlton. I might just bring her to the races without entering her in a competition.

“This new one here, uh, Susannah?”

Carlton nodded.

“She’s progressing very well. You certainly haven’t lost your touch Carlton. She should take a lot of people by surprise. Especially since you still have two more weeks to get her in competition form.”

Ilsa stopped speaking when She noticed that Carlton was eyeing Her slave hungrily. She could see the large bulge in his jeans and said, “Would you like slut to relieve you, Carlton?”

“If that’d be okay by You, Ma’am. I sher could stand a little go with her. She’s got the best mouth I’ve ever run into.”

Ilsa nodded to her slave, who got on her knees in the loose dusty dirt at Carlton’s feet. She unbuckled his belt and undid the jeans, exposing the longest cock Susannah had ever seen, except in porn videos. It had to be at least twelve inches long, and covered in tangles of thick veins running the length if the shaft. Slut sucked the massive member deep into her mouth, slobbering saliva generously as she went. Carlton stood stock still, allowing the slave to do all the work, her head bobbing back and forth as she sucked. 

It didn’t take long for her talented mouth to achieve the desired result. Carlton grabbed the sweat slickened back of her bald head and pulled her into him as he shot his load deep into the back of her throat. Slut kept sucking and swallowing until he pushed her away. “Thank you, Sir,” slut said, still kneeling in the dirt, her face covered in her own saliva.

“She ain’t lost that either, Ma’am,” Carlton offered. “If anything, she’s got better at it!”

“I’m pleased to hear that, Carlton. I do try to keep her oral skills honed.

“I have your measurements from last week, and I have a pretty good idea of what would be suitable for this slave,” Ilsa said, pointing at Susannah. “I’ll get it sent out right away, just in case minor adjustments need to be made. Marissa will be by after she’s with Me. I’ll have my trailer here early to pick her up. She can travel with slut.

“I’ll look for you and Charles at the races?”

“We’ll be there, Ma’am. Don’cha worry none about that. He said He’d be back in time.  He said he might even keep this ‘un if she shows alright. We’ll hafta see.”

Ilsa nodded, then said, “slut!”

The bald slave got up and went to open the passenger door for her Owner, before getting into the driver’s side and driving off.

A week after Ilsa and slut’s visit, Carlton woke Susannah from her sleep with, “Rise ‘n shine, missy. T’day’s a big one. All yer equipment’s here. We gits ta see how it looks on ya!”

She cleaned her stall, did her calisthenics, which now took an hour to accomplish, and she was up to doing them three times each day. After eating her granola bars, drinking two bottles of water, and peeing, Carlton hosed her down, and broke with routine, “Folla me, missy. Step right ‘n proper.”

Susannah followed behind Carlton, who was walking in the direction of the house. Her deliberate practiced stride was slower than his easy gait, but she pushed herself to speed it up in an effort to not be too far behind him. He lead her around to the back of the house. She had never set foot inside it, and had often fantasized about what it was like, trying to imagine it in her head.

She followed him up a short flight of wooden steps to a screened porch, where she saw a set of wicker furniture painted light yellow. On the glass top table was a large cardboard box with the flaps pulled back. Carlton reached into the box and pulled out a pair of soft black leather thigh high boots with incredibly high stiletto heels, three inch platform soles,  and sharp points on the toe that were highlighted in ornate patterns of sterling silver.

“Put these on, missy,” Carlton ordered.

She sat on one of the thick cushion chairs and took the boots from him. She unzipped them down to the ankle and slid her left foot in. The leather was softer than anything she had ever pout on her feet. She struggled a bit with the zipper, as the boots fit very tight, but she finally got the zipper all the way up when she straightened out her leg. She did the same thing with the right boot and then stood up precariously on the high heels. The tight fit on the ankles, which she later learned was due to metal stays,  gave her some support as she wobbled a bit.

Carlton started lacing a corset around her. It was made of the same soft black leather as the boots and felt soft and somehow reassuring as it encircled her waist. It started just below her breasts, lifting them out from underneath, and extended all the way down to just above the pubic mound in front, and just above the cleft in her rear in back. The stays were made of titanium and when Carlton pulled on the laces, Susannah could feel the wind being forced out of her lungs. 

He tied it off and then began fitting her new tack. Bridle, bit, reins, blinders, all decorated in silver highlighting them beautifully. A two foot high black plume topped it off. He pushed down on her shoulder blade and forced her to bend over. Without warning, he ripped the horse tail butt plug from her ass. She yelped behind the bit in shock. She heard him spit, and felt the pressure of a much longer and thicker plug starting to invade her already stretched hole. He got it in with very little resistence. This new tail was longer and much thicker, fuller,  than the first one. A luxuriant chestnut color, it hung down past her ankles. Only the high boots prevented it from touching the ground.

Carlton pulled her hands behind her and slid a matching black leather single glove on, which fastened to the back of the headgear. He laced it tight, which caused her breasts to be thrust out defiantly. Clipping a leather leash to the ring that sat between her eyes, Carlton lead Susannah back outside. He started right in with her well practiced high stepping as they made their way top the barn.

Entering the barn, Carlton pulled her, not to her stall, but to a different corner, where a buggy of some sort was. It had large thin wheels, not unlike those on a bicycle, with two long slender poles that stuck out from a small narrow seat. He attached a set of metal clips to rings in the sides of her corset and then got he got himself situated in the seat. With a snap of the reins and a load “Git!” Susannah began pulling the buggy out of the barn.

 With her first two steps, she felt the weight of the contraption and Carlton. It made the high stepping all the more difficult and strenuous. Concentrating on her step and keeping her balance on the precarious boots, she hauled him around the barn several times. The sharp sting of the buggy whip on her flanks and a sharp admonishment about her step kept her in line.

For the next week, all of Susannah’s training, other than the calisthenics, was done fully dressed in her new tack. Carlton seemed pleased, as his bites with the buggy whip became few and far between. It was a Friday afternoon,  she had finished mucking her stall and doing the rigorous exercises, when she spotted a small car coming up the dirt road. Carlton went to greet the woman when she pulled up by the house, leaving Susannah alone eating her meager lunch. She could see the two of them exchanging words, and then Carlton pulled a large suitcase and a small folding table out of the trunk of the car, and turning towards Susannah, he snapped his fingers and whistled for her. Shod in her high boots and naked, wearing the long chestnut tail, she pranced over to where they stood. It suddenly dawned on her that she hadn’t walked in her natural gait for so long, she wondered if she could still do it.

The woman watched Susannah’s approach, seemingly paying particular attention to the gentle swaying of the tail. When Susannah got to them, she stopped and stood still. The woman walked around her, allowing her hand to feel the skin in the thighs, buttocks, back, belly and breasts. “I have all afternoon for this one, Carlton?”

“If need be, Ma’am. Ya kin take as much time as ya need. I ain’t plannin’ on pushing her taday, what with the races bein’ so close ‘n all.”

“Would you take my case into the kitchen for me, Carlton. I’ll bring her in in a minute. Have you got any coffee on?”

“Shur do, Ma’am. Light no sugar, if I remembers right?”

“That’s fine, thanks.”

Susannah had a quick flash of how long it had been since she had enjoyed a cup of coffee. A ritual from what seemed eons ago.

The woman kept feeling her skin. Then she undid the single glove and said, “Show me your hands.”

Susannah lifted her hands, palms up.”

“Over.”

Susannah flipped them over. The woman inspected the fingers and nails, feeling the callouses as she went.

“My name is Marissa, not that it matters, slave, as I do not permit slaves to talk to me. Ever. The reason I am here is at the bequest of your Owner. He wishes for you to look your best at the races tomorrow. It’s going to take me the better part of the day to get you the way he wants you, so we’d best get started. Follow me.”

Susannah followed Marissa into the kitchen, it was the first time she had been in the house. Carlton had set up the suitcase on the counter, opened the folding table,  and had poured a large mug of coffee. He was no where to be seen.

“A bath is first. I want you cleaned up so I can see what I have to work with.”

Susannah didn’t move.

“Are you deaf, cunt? Go and draw a bath, now.”

Susannah’s confused face spoke volumes, and Marissa caught it. “Never been in the house, right? Kept in the barn?”

Susannah nodded.

“Upstairs, second door on the left.”

Susannah headed for the back staircase.

“Oh, and by the way,”Marissa stopped her, “Take this and use the whole bottle.” She handed a big bottle of bath oil to Susannah. “I want you to soak for at least an hour. Get some of that filth off you. Start with water as hot as you can stand it. Then let it cool Don’t add any to warm it up. Understand? I’ll call you when I want you to come back downstairs.”

Susannah nodded and left. She filled the tub with very hot water and dumped the bath oil in. While it was filling up, she removed all of her tack. She stepped into the tub, sat down and relaxed, luxuriating  in the steamy waters. After better than an hour, she heard Marissa calling to her, “Dry off and come back to the kitchen.”

Susannah let the water out of the tub, and grabbing a big fluffy towel, she patted herself dry and went back downstairs to the kitchen.

Marissa began with her fingernails. Cleaning the dirt from underneath them, then filing and shaping them, before applying a set of very long acrylic nails and a first coat of polish. A complete pedicure was next. Trimming, the nails and cuticles, and then cotton between the toes before painting the nails a deep rich red, matching the fingers. 

The body hair was next. A full Brazilian waxing. Susannah’s armpits, legs and pubic area hadn’t seen a razor since the morning she got on the airplane and headed east.

The waxing took over an hour, but she was soft and smooth and bald as a newborn once it was complete. Marissa was extremely thorough when it came to hair removal. Any strays were carefully and categorically located and tweezed. Marissa even made her stand and bend over, legs wide, spreading her cheeks, so she could search out any stragglers in and around her ass. Marissa yanked the tail plug out, making it easier to find errant hair, and remove it. 

The hair on her head was next. Studying the color of the chestnut tail, Marissa set about mixing some dye. She was looking for an exact match,  the mane and tail the exact same shade and color. With the proper colors mixed, Marissa had Susannah bend at the kitchen sink so she could wash her hair. Not once, but twice, massaging and manipulating the scalp as she did it. Satisfied, Marissa patted the hair with towels, and then applied the dye, both to Susannah’s tresses, as well as to hair extensions she had brought with her.

Marissa didn’t speak to the slave at all while waiting for the dye to set. Rather, She set about at seemingly unimportant tasks; cleaning her brushes, putting away her waxing supplies, selecting eye liners, brow pencils, lip stick, rouge, and other make-up, always comparing it to the chestnut tail.

After washing the hair again, patting it dry, and combing it out, Marissa added the hair extensions, bringing Susannah’s hair down to the same length as the tail, when inserted. This would create the image that the mane and tail were as one. The extensions were thick and full, so much so that an inordinately large amount of hair blended together as it all cascaded down the backs of her thighs.  The effect was stunning. “She’s a looker now, Ma’am,” Carlton exclaimed as he came in through the kitchen door. “I never woulda thought!”

“Thank you, Carlton. She does look stunning.

“I don’t want her sleeping in that filthy barn tonight. Do you think Charles will understand?”

“Anything you want’ll be awright with Him, Ma’am. He tol’ me ta give ya anything ya need, so it’s yer call.

“Ya gittin’ hungry fer dinner? I got sum chickens goin’ on the grill, with some fresh beans n’ salad?”

“Sounds good to me, Carlton. Thank you, I’d love it.

“What time is she scheduled to leave in the morning? I need to plan for doing her makeup.”

“I think Miss Ilsa tol’ me they’d have the trailer cumin’ by about 8:00. Takes a good two hours ta git ta the farm, so if they git outa here by 8:30, they’ll be there plenty early. I think the parade starts at noon.”

“Fine. That’ll be fine.

“Would you be a dear and put my traveling bag in my bedroom, Carlton? I just want to do a second coat on her nails.”

Susannah wasn’t spoken to all evening, nor was she permitted to speak, but she was allowed to eat the same meal as Marissa and Carlton ate, and she was allowed to dine with them at the kitchen table. She also slept in a huge king size bed, with soft downy pillows and expensive linens. Her butt plug had been removed, but the hair extensions remained.

Carlton woke Susannah from the deepest sleep she had enjoyed in weeks. She glanced at the bedside clock and half noticed the reading as 6:30. “Time ta git up, missy. Marissa’s got a lotta work ta do afore ya git outa here.”

Susannah got up, made the bed and was about to head downstairs when she ran into Marissa. “Let’s get you cleaned out before breakfast, shall we,” Marissa said, leading her back to the bath room. “Did you pee yet this morning,” she asked? Susannah shook her head, remembering the admonishment of not speaking to the woman. “Then go now!”

Susannah felt somehow embarrassed squatting on the bowl as the woman watched, hearing the sound of the piss splashing in the toilet. “Don’t bother wiping, you’ll be taking a shower ina few minutes. Get in the tub on your hands and knees, head down between your arms, stick your ass up in the air.”

Susannah assumed the position, and felt the nozzle of an enema being pushed into her. She felt the cool liquid enter her bowels. She began cramping almost immediately, as she always did. But Marissa seemed unconcerned, as she removed the bottle, and stuck in a second one right away, dumping it’s contents.

Susannah had never experienced two bottle before, and she was in instant agony from te pressure. “Five minutes. I expect you to hold it five minutes,” Marissa admonished her. Adding to the strain, Marissa softly fondled the inside of Susannah’s cleft, rubbing the clit gently, feeling it harden and become slick with wetness. “You may let go when you cum,” Marissa told her, “But if you let go before, then I won’t allow you to cum.”

Susannah nodded, her mind fighting to control the pressure deep within her, while the first waves of pleasure began to emanate from between her legs. She was squirming, trying to close her legs, squeeze her cheeks together, anything. Just when she thought it impossible to hold back, Marissa announced, “Five minutes. You may cum.”

Susannah screamed loudly as the most intense orgasm ever quaked through her, and her bowels opened up, spraying the tiled walls of the shower and tub enclosure. Marissa, for her part, reached over and turned the shower. Cold water only. Standing up, she said, “Clean yourself up and meet me in the bedroom. Make sure you’re dry. Don’t touch your hair, and do not turn off the water until you are done.”

Susannah was laying on her belly on the floor of the tub, still shaking as the orgasm finally ebbed. When she realized what she was laying in, she pushed herself up quickly and began showering in earnest, all but oblivious to the frigid water cascading around her.

The shower complete, she took a towel, dried herself off, and went back to the bedroom. Marissa was waiting for her. She indicated the small bench in front of the makeup table for her to take a seat. She pointed at two granola bars, which would be her sole meal that day. The next forty-five minutes were spent prepping Susannah. Eyeliner, heavy mascara, eye lids,  eyebrow pencil, three coats of brilliant red smear proof lipstick, rouge, (applied to the cheeks and nipples), painstaking attention to detail. The hair brushed slowly with a soft natural bristle brush, bringing out the sheen.

Susannah watched the transformation in the mirror. She looked like a girl from a high end escort service. Marissa, obviously satisfied with her work, hooked Susannah up in all of her gear; boots, bustier, bridle, bit, reins, blinders, single glove, butt plug and tail, and the tall feathery plume. Marissa snapped the blinders closed, effectively blinding the slave. She picked up the reins and said, “Up!”

Susannah stood, much more confident on the high platform soles and heels than she was a week ago. Marissa helped her down the stairs, and they made there way to the front door. The boots were loud on the wooden porch, and on the steps leading down, but soft as she pranced across the yard. Susannah felt a slight incline as she walked up the ramp into the back of a horse trailer. Carlton took the reins from Marissa, and tethered Susanna in the trailer. Unbeknownst to her, she was tied right alongside slut, who had undergone the same transformation that Susannah had, excepting that her tack was all a vivid emerald green, and her bald head had no mane. She also sported numerous small dainty bells in her various piercings that tinkled lightly with even the slightest movement. Susannah heard the sound of a diesel motor starting up, and she almost lost her balance as the trailer lurched into motion, bumping into the naked form beside her.

There was no way to estimate the amount of time they were on the road. The trailer was hot and very noisy, but breezy, as there were some open vents toward the front. The two women bumped into each other frequently, but where Susannah had no idea who she was next to, slut’s blinders weren’t closed, so she could see her partner in the trailer as she pleased.

The two women could feel when the trailer left the paved road and started down a well traveled dirt road. Ten minutes later, the trailer stopped moving, and the diesel engine was silenced. Slut leaned over and whispered through her bit in Susannah’s ear, “If you make a good showing. If you place. Then your Owner might decide to keep you. But if you don’t, He will surely trade you away, or even sell you to someone else. Good luck.”

Susannah turned her head toward the voice just as the doors on the back of the trailer opened, and the ramp was set down.  Right then and there, at that very instant in time, Susannah determined to give everything she had to whatever it was that was coming. She quickly came to the realization that everything Carlton had been doing, the exercising, cleaning her own waste, peeing, the weight loss, the prancing, were all in preparation for today. Whatever it was that he was expecting of her. Whatever it was that He was looking for. Whatever it was, no matter what, she was determined to have Him keep her as His, not to trade or sell her. To keep her as His possession,  in whatever capacity it might be.