Two office girls, Julie Jo Johansson and Marcie Dumont, embark on a great adventure at Box M Ranch, which offers a BDSM Boot Camp. I originally published this twenty-two-chapter book in 2016. This chapter begins with Movie Night and the disappearance of one of the slut. Then it follows JJ, Marcie, and the rest of the sluts as they are trained for ponygirl racing.
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Chapter Fifteen: Movie Night
Sluts marcie and jj were the last to arrive for the evening meal. Both of them quickly chugged their glop, water, and sports drink thinking that they would be delaying the rest of the squad if they took their time with the three glasses which comprised their supper. But some of the others in the squad were drinking so slowly that sluts marcie and jj found themselves waiting patiently for the others to finish.
When everyone had finally finished, trustee yvonne called out, “Double time to the hangar, column of two.”
The sluts jumped up and rushed for the door, forming into a double column as soon as they got outside. When they reached the entrance to the hangar, slut brenda was waiting for them.
“You will sit in slut number order,” she said sharply. “Red sluts are in the front row.”
The sluts filed into the hangar. In front of the large screen, twenty school-style square desks had been set up. Each had a fiberglass folding chair sitting behind it. The desks were arranged in rows of five, with the red sluts as the entire front row and the blues the second. Two green sluts were positioned on the far left of the third row, with an empty desk and then two black sluts on the far right. That left the back row for black sluts twenty-three through twenty-seven. Slut jj, red two, was near the left side of the front row. Slut marcie, black twenty-five, was in the middle of the back row.
On each desk was a set of headphones, a sheet of thick paper, and a pen. On the paper it said, “Which one of these characters did you identify with during this film and why?” There was then a list of characters and the person who played that part.
Slut marcie laughed softly to herself as she read down the list of actors: Arnold Schwarzenegger, Grace Jones, Wilt Chamberlain, Mako, Tracey Walter, Sarah Douglas, Olivia d'Abo. It didn’t give the title, but she remembered the movie, especially since Arnold was playing Conan.
Conan the Destroyer was an old, hokey, sword-and-sorcerer film filled with actors and actresses on the way up– or the way down– and a few, like retired basketball player Wilt Chamberlain, who would never go anywhere in films.
She looked over the list of characters: Conan, Zula, Bombaata, “The Wizard,” Malak, Queen Taramis, Princess Jehnna, and ... “Other.”
Since she well-remembered the film, she already knew what her answer would be. Conan was the strongest, but was basically dumb as an ox. Bombaata was strong, but he was evil at heart, and although most people missed it, he was also the queen’s chief eunuch. Queen Taramis was also strong, but she was so blinded by her own ambitions that she ended up dying grotesquely. The only truly strong, sensible person in the whole movie was the warrior Zula, played by Grace Jones. She was strong, faithful, and devoted to the one who had saved her from execution. But at the same time, she was in no way subservient to Conan.
Slut marcie’s favorite scene was where the clueless Princess Jehnna asks Zula how to get a man and she answers, “Just take him!”
The movie had just reached that scene when slut darlene stood up and began walking toward the front of the hangar.
Slut marcie expected trustee brenda to stop her, but she stood quietly to the side as slut darlene walked out of the hangar, evidently heading back towards the main camp.
Slut darlene had not returned by the time the film ended.
When the lights came up, slut marcie quickly finished writing out her reasons for choosing the black warrior, Zula. She then stood so that she could take her paper over to slut brenda, who was waiting just behind the back row. As she turned, her eyes fell on slut darlene’s paper, which was still lying on her desk. Printed near the top were two words. One was “Ruthie,” the other was “accident.”
Slut marcie decided that she would have to ask slut darlene what that meant when she saw her later tonight.
But slut darlene was not at the barracks when the squad returned. In fact, slut darlene was not there when the squad went through the showers in the morning. Nor was she present when they went to the parade ground for calisthenics. No mention was made of her absence by either trustee.
Following exercises, trustee brenda called out, “Time for our morning run. Sluts jj and julia, you will continue to pull my chariot. Slut aina will pull trustee yvonne’s.”
It was not an accident— nor was it unnoticed— that trustee brenda chose slut aina to pull trustee yvonne’s cart. Sluts julia and jj were red sluts number one and two. Slut aina was blue slut number ten. Trustee brenda took the top, trustee yvonne got the bottom.
And it was not just a matter of numbers. Slut aina was almost a half-foot shorter than any of the other sluts. She was stocky, almost squat, in build. In addition, she was obviously mestizo.
The term mestizo technically means someone of both Spanish and Native American heritage, but in Mexico it is used almost exclusively as a somewhat derogatory term for those of mixed blood from the southern parts.
There was no doubt that trustee brenda was claiming the best for herself and pushing the least onto trustee yvonne.
When the three sluts started to leave, trustee brenda screamed out, “Stop!” Then, returning to her normal, loud voice, she said, “Before you go, I need to explain a few things.”
“There are three categories of ponygirl racing here at Box M ranch,” she said loudly. “In this segment of your training, you are going to learn the proper form for all three categories. I will explain them in detail this afternoon when the ponysluts are tacked out later.”
She stopped to let what she had said sink in and then continued. “This morning, we are ALL going to learn the proper form for a Trot Race.” She chuckled, “By the time I dismiss you for lunch, all of you will know how to trot.”
Walking over to slut jj, she said, “Raise your right knee halfway.” Slut jj did so. “No,” trustee brenda said almost angrily. “You’re not prancing; you’re trotting. At the top of the step, the shin and foot should be pointing back at the same line where your left foot is.”
She walked around slut jj carefully inspecting her body. Slut jj’s left leg was starting to tremble slightly with the effort of holding the commanded pose. “Switch legs,” trustee brenda shouted, and slut jj immediately brought her right leg down and raised her left to a similar position.
“Now do that ten times rapidly,” trustee brenda commanded, and slut jj trotted in place for the ordered number of steps.
“Notice how she bounces as she runs,” trustee brenda said. “If you aren’t bouncing, you aren’t doing it right.”
Slut jj started to wobble slightly, and trustee brenda realized that she was still standing on one leg. “You may put your foot down,” she said quietly.
Turning back to the squad, she said, “There is no specific speed for trotting. If you are commanded to trot, you should be moving just a little slower than double time. In a trot race, the pony that can go the fastest without breaking step will win the race. If you break step, you are immediately disqualified, so it is important to make this step instinctive. The same rules apply to a prance race. Most masters will train a ponygirl for a specific type of race, but here at boot camp, you will learn all three.”
Pointing to sluts jj, julia, and aina, she said, “Go get tacked up.”
As trustee yvonne jogged away behind them, trustee brenda shouted after her, “Don’t forget the bells. A pony can’t trot worth a damn without the bells.”
A short while later, trustee yvonne returned. She was driving her ponycart with slut aina pulling her. Sluts julia and jj were following close behind, pulling trustee brenda’s chariot. The sluts were in full black tack with the dildo belts in place. Their arms were held back in an arm restraint which looked like a long, single, black leather glove.
They were trotting. The half-prance step with the quick change from one leg to the other caused them to bounce slightly as they trotted. The bells and the clopping of their hoof boots created a unique sound that was almost musical.
“Do you hear that rhythm in those bells?” trustee brenda asked the squad. “THAT is the rhythm I want to hear in your feet as we go around the canyon rim. Do you understand what I want?”
“Ma’am, yes, Ma’am, trustee brenda,” the sluts thundered out.
“Then keep up with my chariot and keep in proper form,” she yelled back as she stepped into her chariot and grabbed her whip out of its holder.
The whip snapped above the sluts’ heads, and trustee brenda called out, “Forward! Trot! Keep it to just above a walking pace for the first lap.”
Slut julia and slut jj started forward. At this slow pace, it was very easy to maintain the trot. Trustee yvonne had told them to listen to their bells. As long as the bells were in the right rhythm and their knees and legs were coming halfway up and bent, they were trotting correctly.
Most of the way around the canyon, trustee brenda was standing in the chariot facing back at the squad. “Put those knees halfway up on every step!” she yelled. “Rhythm! Rhythm! Rhythm!” she screamed and began clapping her hands in time with the bells.”
She also yelled at individual sluts. “Slut nine,” she yelled, “you look more like a cow going in for milking than a racehorse trotting around a track.”
Slut jj noted that trustee brenda never seemed to yell at the black numbered sluts. She did yell out at slut molly, “Green eighteen, you almost have it. Try harder!” but she said nothing to the twelve black-numbered sluts. Slut jj kept listening to hear what trustee brenda would say to slut marcie, but trustee brenda never spoke slut marcie’s name.
“That worries me,” slut jj thought to herself. “She’s up to something.
The next lap, trustee brenda sped up her chariot. “I want you trotting at what would be the fastest you could possibly walk,” she said as she snapped her whip just behind her ponies’ heads.
Her tirade against the way that the red and blue sluts were trotting continued throughout the second lap. In fact, she turned back to the front to actually guide her ponies only when the chariot reached the hairpin turns around the gully.
As soon as they returned to the parade ground, trustee brenda called out, “Next lap at just below trotting speed.” She snapped the whip again. This time it caught slut jj on the left ass cheek. She jumped slightly but did not break the trot rhythm.
Yelling back over her shoulder, trustee brenda called out, “I know that some of you are thirsty. We will take a break after the next lap.”
The Box M staff person standing next to his pickup truck looked confused when the squad didn’t stop as scheduled. “Shit,” he said under his breath. “In this heat you need water, especially if you’re trotting. I wonder how many of them will collapse?”
The answer to his question was two. At the far end of the trail, slut ellen began missing her steps. Then she wobbled slightly and staggered toward the side of the trail. Luckily, slut vivian grabbed her and prevented her from staggering over the edge and falling. She then directed her to the other side of the trail and helped her to the ground.
“Put her in trustee yvonne’s cart,” trustee brenda called out. “If slut aina can’t pull both of them, trustee yvonne can jog alongside.”
Slut ellen was carried over to trustee yvonne’s cart. The trustee stepped out of the cart and said, “Put her in the seat. I’ll jog alongside.”
As soon as the slut was in the cart, trustee brenda ordered, “Resume trotting.” She then snapped the whip at her ponies and said, “Keep it at speed and keep it in rhythm.”
The next slut went down at the hairpin turn on the tip of the gully. Slut molly, one of the black-numbered sluts, suddenly fell against the wall of the canyon.
Slut marcie caught her as she fell and lowered her to the ground. Trustee brenda stepped out of her chariot and walked over to where the slut was lying on the ground.
“She needs water,” slut marcie said sharply. “You were supposed to give us a water break before this lap.”
She stood and yelled in trustee brenda’s face, “This is your fault! If she dies, I will make sure you are prosecuted.”
Trustee brenda stood impassively as slut marcie stood before her. “Because of your extreme emotion,” she said in a falsely calm voice, “I won’t punish you for improper form.”
Slut marcie felt her body shaking with anger. Her hands were balled into fists.
“Go ahead,” trustee brenda taunted. “Hit me. I would love to see you flogged for hitting a superior. My only regret would be that I wouldn’t be the one flogging you. Only the commandant can swing the flogger at Box M.”
Slut marcie forced herself to become calm. “Ma’am, this slut is sorry for the outburst, Ma’am, trustee brenda,” she said. “I think we should put slut molly in your chariot. The final section is all downhill so slut julia and slut jj should be able to pull you both.”
Trustee brenda looked back coldly and said, “Do it.”
After slut molly was propped up against the side wall of the chariot, trustee brenda stepped in and said, “We will jog the rest of the way back into camp. There will be water and sports drink in the truck. I will join you after we take slut molly and slut ellen to the infirmary.
Jogging was much easier than holding the trotting step, but even so, several more of the sluts were wobbling slightly by the time they returned to the parade ground.
Trustee brenda called out, “Water break,” and then turned her chariot toward the infirmary with trustee yvonne’s cart following behind her. Trustee yvonne and the other sluts jogged drunkenly toward the pickup truck at the edge of the parade grounds.
Sarge was standing next to the staff person when they arrived. He handed out water and sports drink to the sluts as they staggered up. In two cases he pulled one of the sluts aside and checked to see that they could follow his finger with their eyes and things like that. He also growled out several times, “Take it slow or you’ll just puke it back up!”
Once most of the sluts were looking normal, Sarge called out, “All of you take an extra bottle of water and extra bottle of sports drink and get your asses back to your barracks. Before you sit down or lie down or do anything else, I want you to walk through the showers twice. After that, sit down, lie down, or just stand around in the barracks until lunch.”
When trustee brenda returned in her chariot with slut aina trailing behind, pulling trustee yvonne’s empty cart, trustee yvonne met them and got into her cart.
Sarge also met them and yelled angrily at trustee brenda, “You skipped a mandatory water break!”
She startled slightly and asked, “Where is the squad?”
“I sent them to the showers,” Sarge thundered back. “You could have killed somebody.”
“I thought they could take it,” she responded firmly. “They need toughening up.”
“If you don’t follow the schedules,” he said more softly, but directly in trustee brenda’s face, “you will get somebody killed and somebody fired.” His face went totally impassive. He was smiling slightly, but there was no emotion at all on his face or in his eyes or in his voice as he said, “And one of those somebodies will be you.”
Slut jj nearly wet herself. She had never seen anyone so threatening in all her life. She hoped that Sarge would never smile like that at her.
Trustee brenda said softly, “Sir, yes, Sir, Sarge.”
“What is the condition of the two who were overcome?” Sarge asked.
“Very mild heat stroke,” trustee brenda replied. “They will be back in the barracks by lights out tonight and can return to full activities tomorrow.”
As trustee brenda was speaking, Sarge was placing several bottles on the floor of the chariot. He remained silent for several moments and then said firmly, “Get these ponies untacked. Then make sure they have liquids. Send them through the showers twice and let them rest until lunch.”
“Sir, yes, Sir, Sarge,” she replied. Then, snapping her whip above the heads of the sluts, she said, “Back to the stables.”
The two sluts turned the chariot and headed for the stables. As they left, Sarge shouted after them, “And you will take all scheduled breaks from now on!”
“Sir, yes, Sir, Sarge,” trustee brenda yelled back. Then quietly, almost under her breath, but loud enough that both ponies heard it, she said, “Asshole.”
As soon as they reached the stables, trustee brenda jumped down from her chariot and started for the door. “Take care of this,” she shouted dismissively to trustee yvonne.
A few minutes later, trustee brenda stomped into the barracks. Most of the sluts were resting on their beds. A few were standing around talking. All eyes followed her as she crossed through the barracks and walked directly to her room.
“She looks pissed,” slut powers said.
“That’s not good for us,” replied slut marcie.
“It might not be that bad,” said slut jj from the door. She was holding a bottle of water in one hand and drinking from a sports drink held in the other hand. “Sarge tore her a new one and said she had better treat us right.”
“That will work for a while,” a voice from behind slut jj said.
Trustee yvonne stepped into the barracks. “But if I were you,” she said slowly, “I would watch my back. She will figure out some way to get even eventually.”
The barracks was once again silent as the trustee walked to her room. “You’ve got about an hour before lunch,” she said as she reached the door.
Exactly an hour later, trustee brenda burst out of her room yelling, “Box in, column of two, double time to the mess hall!”
The sluts scrambled to follow her orders. As they ran for the mess hall, trustee brenda ran alongside them, shouting for them to maintain proper form and to speed up.
When they burst into the mess hall, their table was ready for them. Other than there being an extra glass of sports drink at each place, it was the standard boring, liquid meal. When everyone was seated, two places were still empty. Slut marcie looked over at the empty places and then at slut powers but neither said anything.
Trustee brenda walked over and sat down with a table of other trustees. Slut jj could see that they were eating what appeared to be burgers of some sort. She sighed and finished her chocolate glop.
Trustee yvonne arrived when they were about half finished with lunch. “Red and blue sluts,” she said, “make sure you are pre-hydrated before you report to the stables.” Several of the sluts looked at her with blank expressions, so she explained, “That means drink extra— more than you think you need— so that you can get ahead of it and be able to stand the heat as we go around the rim this afternoon. You are going to be pulling the carts.”
She looked at the black-numbered sluts and added, “It would be a good idea for you who will be driving the carts to also make sure you are hydrated. Just being out in the afternoon heat can be hard if you haven’t had enough to drink.”
She looked up at the clock and then said more firmly, “You have six minutes to finish lunch and report to the parade ground. Red and blue sluts will go with me so you can get tacked up.”
A short while later, trustee yvonne called out, “Red and blue sluts with me!” and walked out the door. As those sluts followed trustee yvonne, the remaining sluts hurriedly guzzled the rest of their liquid meal and also headed for the door. After they had left, trustee brenda got up from where she had been seated and began walking slowly out to the parade grounds.
Trustee brenda arrived at the parade grounds about the same time as trustee yvonne. Trustee yvonne was driving trustee brenda’s chariot with sluts julia and jj pulling it. In a line behind her were eight pony carts pulled by slut aina, slut paula, slut ellen, slut stephanie and the other four blue sluts. A jangling sound filled the air as the nipple bells bounced and rang with each prancing step the ponies took.
Trustee yvonne led the chariots and carts so that they formed into a large circle in the center of the parade grounds. When she stopped, she stepped out of the chariot and trustee brenda stepped in. As she stepped into the chariot, trustee brenda said loudly, “Masters- and Mistresses-to-be, board your carts.”
She then waited until the seven black-numbered sluts and the one green-numbered slut stepped into a cart.
“As I said this morning,” she began to explain, “The fastest pony race is called a Gallop Race.”
She pulled hard right on the reins and snapped her whip above the ponygirls’ heads. “Forward!” she yelled. “Run as fast as you can!”
She then guided the chariot counter-clockwise around the circle of carts at high speed. After making two laps, she pulled back on the reins as she yelled, “Whoa! Whoa! Pull it back to a walk and return to position.”
It took them another lap around the small circle to slow down. Sluts julia and jj, with additional guidance from trustee brenda, then returned to their place in the circle.
“A Trot Race, or Trotting, the second category of ponygirl racing is not quite as fast,” trustee brenda said, “but it is very beautiful.”
Again she snapped the whip above the ponygirls’ heads and directed them out of the circle. “Lift your knees halfway up into the prance step, but do it at trot speed,” she ordered. “Make your steps bounce!” she yelled out as her whip snapped against slut jj’s ass.”
The odd gait looked very awkward at first, but once both ponygirls were up to trot speed, the combined clop-clop of their hoofboots sounded very much like a horse trotting. The bouncing also caused their nipple bells to ring loudly.
“Don’t break form,” trustee brenda yelled as her whip cracked against slut julia’s ass cheek.
Once more, after two laps, she ordered, “Slow it down and bring us back into the circle.” This time it was possible to come to a halt without having to do an additional lap.
When the chariot was once again in place, trustee brenda completed her explanation, “The slowest, and most beautiful of the ponygirl racing categories here at Box M is the Prance Race. A ponygirl trained for Prance Racing is called a Prancer.”
She flipped the whip over her ponies’ heads and said, “I want your knees to come up to hip level. Your thigh is to be parallel with the ground. Your shins are to form a right angle with your thigh at the top of the step. Snap between steps... and make it bounce as you step.”
She snapped the whip again. “That doesn’t mean you go slow,” she said firmly. “You should be going just less than double time. I can tell if you are at the right speed by the ringing of your bells. So can you. Listen to your bells and watch your knees and you will please your drivers.”
She snapped the whip twice rapidly, snapping first slut jj’s ass and then slut julia’s. “Two laps at prance step!” she commanded. “And make it bounce.”
Four nipple bells rang loudly as sluts jj and julia twice pranced around the circle.
“OK,” said trustee brenda when she returned to her place. “We’re ready to head over to the racetrack. We have eight ponies and nine drivers, if you count trustee yvonne.”
Her smile almost looked like a sneer as she faced trustee yvonne and said, “I normally don’t count trustee yvonne, but she does need to be riding behind the sluts as they train.”
A startled look appeared on her face and she said, “Wait a minute! That doesn’t work out! We have one more driver than we have ponies.”
She paused and made a big show of considering alternatives in her mind and then announced, “I know what we can do. If trustee yvonne also rides in a chariot, we’re back in balance.
“Unfortunately,” she continued, “that means that one of the LBs will have to pull a cart... or in this case a chariot.” After a short laugh, she looked at slut marcie and ordered, “Go over to the stable and get tacked out.”
Slut marcie stepped down from the cart she was in and started walking towards the stables. Slut vivian stepped down from the cart slut aina was pulling and took slut marcie’s place.
Trustee brenda nodded her head sideways, indicating that trustee yvonne should take slut aina to the stables and change carts. In response, trustee yvonne stepped into her cart and called out, “Stables.”
When she was out of sight, trustee brenda said to the remaining sluts, “I want you to follow me to the practice track using a slow prance step. Once we are there, each of you drivers will follow me as you put your pony through her paces for ten laps of each style of racing. I want you to stop after each five laps and tell your pony what she is doing right or wrong. When you have all completed two sets for each style— that’s sixty laps— we will have a little race to end the day.”
She then snapped the whip over slut jj’s head and ordered, “Prance step to the racetrack, half walk speed.” Sluts jj and julia started their slow but beautiful trip to the practice track.
The practice track was located near the front of the camp. It was basically a large, dusty field with a large oval marked out with upright posts. A very small grandstand stood in the middle of one of the long straightaways. In the center of the grandstand wall, a wide stripe was painted with a black and white checkered pattern. A wide post on the other side of the track opposite it was also painted with the checkered pattern.
With the very slow prance step, by the time the squad had reached the track, trustee yvonne was waiting. Sluts aina and marcie were fully tacked out and harnessed to the same kind of chariot as trustee brenda was using.
As trustee brenda’s chariot passed by, she smiled down at slut marcie and then laughed before calling out, “Prance step, normal speed– just less than double time.”
Sluts jj and julia immediately responded to her command, as did all of the other sluts as the order was passed down the column driver by driver.
When all carts had passed, trustee yvonne said quietly, “Prance step, forward,” and sluts marcie and aina pranced out onto the track to follow the squad.
Slut marcie and slut aina were a terrible mismatch. Regardless of the step, slut marcie’s long legs covered considerably more ground with each step than slut aina’s. Neither was able to properly hold the step. Finally, slut marcie decided that it would be best if only one of them ended up punished and abandoned form so that she could match slut aina’s smaller step. If trustee yvonne noticed, she said nothing.
At the end of five laps, the drivers were instructed to give their ponies water. At the end of ten, it was sports drink. Trustee brenda made sure that all of the ponies were given liquid at each scheduled break.
When the sixty laps were over, trustee brenda said, “Your ponies look a little tired. I think our completion race today will be just between the chariots. Those ponies work as a team and don’t have to pull as much.”
She then pointed to the infield and said, “Box in, single column, at the finish line. Trustee yvonne and I will race for three laps— prance, then trot, then gallop. Losing team has to wipe down the tack and put it all away after evening meal.”
She then directed her team to where the checkered strip was painted on the grandstand and motioned for trustee yvonne to pull up alongside her. “I’ll let you count it down,” she said almost sweetly. “Use a standard three, two, one, go.”
Trustee yvonne held the reins tightly and said loudly, “Three, two, one, GO!”
On go, trustee brenda snapped slut jj loudly in the ass and yelled, “Forward! Full speed! Prance!” Sluts jj and julia pulled forward in Prance step and almost immediately got up to speed.
Sluts marcie and aina also pulled forward, but their mismatched steps made it impossible to come up to speed until slut marcie once again abandoned any attempt at proper form. Even so, they were running considerably slower than sluts jj and julia.
When trustee brenda’s chariot crossed the finish line for the first lap, she called out, “Trot Step,” and sluts jj and julia switched to the awkward Trot Step. Although the Trot Step was more awkward to do, it did allow for a slightly faster speed.
Surprisingly, when trustee yvonne called for the Trot Step, sluts marcie and aina were able to keep in step and in form. Slut marcie’s slightly longer step carried slut aina in the air as they both bounced. They were still, however, slightly slower than sluts jj and julia, who were much better matched in size.
When they changed to the Gallop for the final lap, the difference in size was insignificant as both slut marcie and slut aina ran full out. They were now faster than sluts jj and julia, but there was no way that they could make up the amount they had fallen behind in the first two laps, and trustee brenda’s chariot crossed the finish line several lengths in front of trustee yvonne’s.
Trustee brenda circled around through the infield and stopped in front of the row of carts. Trustee yvonne stopped alongside her. All four ponies were panting heavily from the exertion of the race. Trustee brenda stepped down from her chariot and said smugly to trustee yvonne, “Supervise the drivers as they un-tack the ponies.” As she was walking away, she smiled evilly at slut marcie and added, “And make sure the ponies get some water. Wouldn’t want them to get heat stroke or anything.”
Trustee yvonne did not respond to her but merely said loud enough for all to hear, “Follow me to the stables.”
It took a little while for trustee yvonne to show the drivers how to properly remove the tack from the ponies. She then said, “Despite what trustee brenda said, it is the responsibility of the driver to see that the tack is properly cleaned and put away. Being responsible doesn’t mean that you have to do it. You can have your pony clean the tack. Some ponies prefer to clean it themselves anyway; then they know it has been properly cleaned.”
She held up slut aina’s crotch strap. Both dildos were smeared with bodily fluids. All of the ponies decided that they would like to clean their own tack before it was put away.
“Ma’am, thank you, Ma’am, trustee yvonne,” said slut marcie softly as she cleaned her tack and carefully hung it on the properly labeled wooden hooks and holders.
“I’ll protect you when I can,” trustee yvonne replied, “but eventually, she is going to do something where I can’t help you.”
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