Free Time



The months before the new racing season were a slow time for Erin, she had several weeks off and then she had to get back so she was in top condition for the first race. She wanted to go to Centerville, to the Women’s Emporium and shop for clothing. But she didn’t have anything to wear to the store to get clothes. Erin called Denise and told her the problem. Denise said she would be there in the morning and the two of them could go shopping together, and she would bring something for Erin to wear.

Denise and Aaron showed up right after breakfast. Erin had finished getting Ajax exercised and fed and was walking back when they walked around the end of the stable. Denise was carrying the baby and smiling, hugely. Erin just had to hold the baby for a while and then Irina got her turn. Denise and Erin headed for Erin’s stall and Orson went to Denise’s car and got the big box of clothes for them. Erin was overjoyed to find that just about everything Denise brought was the right size. She settled on a dark blue mini-skirt and lacy white sleeveless top. She had a pair of white high-heeled sandals to wear. Denise also had several pairs of panties for Erin to choose from.

Denise, I don’t want any panties, they’re too uncomfortable, Erin complained.

Well you can’t go shopping for clothes without underpants, Denise said. These people are not ready for a girl with your looks to come in without undies.”

Well I’ve been a year without wearing anything between my legs, Erin moaned. It’s too tight on my pussy.”

Here try these thong panties, your behind will be uncovered, maybe that will help, Denise suggested. You have to wear something underneath. Denise said with finality.

Erin sighed and took the thong, she carefully slipped it on. She smiled at Denise and wriggled her bottom.

Come on, let’s go, Erin said to Denise, as she jingled her car keys. They left headed toward Centerville.



Many other ponygirl owners let their girls start the season in mediocre condition and that made them free meat for Wendy’s racers. Denise and Aaron were enjoying the time with their new baby. They didn’t mind a bit that Wendy took care of things for them. Wendy didn’t mind either. Erin was just relaxing for a few weeks, but her conditioning would never be in question. She went running for relaxation. Willi was training Letitia to respond to her German commands.



The new stable that Denise built was finished so Erin and Letitia were moved in without delay. Mr. Jung had Elise moved in right away, too. They had the grooms transferred with them and had to get a few more handlers. Taylor, Elise’s groom, had a brother, named Miller, who was hired as a handler, but he was a disappointment to the female grooms and trainers because he was more competition for the female personnel. He didn’t really cause problems for anyone there weren’t any takers; he had to leave to find his own companionship. The ponygirls liked him because they liked everyone; they were not available to anyone. It didn’t matter where Miller’s interests lay.



Monica.



Mrs. Rush bought her ponygirl Monica Maarae in Boulder, Colorado and brought her to the stable. Denise hired a groom for her. Leslie Kort, found by Mona, was another European trainer who was also an excellent groom. She loved the ponygirls, the idea that they were trained and raced like any other animal was fascinating to her.

Grooms were not servants of the ponygirls, nor were they masters, but the groom worked closely with the trainers to keep a consistent atmosphere for the best performance. The jockey was the final word for the treatment of a ponygirl to obtain her best performance. Leslie was very good at taking care of ponygirls just as the jockeys and trainers required. She and Monica hit it off immediately, they were great together. Leslie was careful to be Monica’s groom and friend, but not her buddy.

Monica was from Indiana, and had been in Colorado for about three years. When she found the ponygirl lifestyle it was like a revelation, the fact that she was not beautiful did not matter.

Monica was a plain looking girl with medium brown hair, and brown eyes. She was five feet and ten inches tall, and weighed 135 with small breasts and slender waist. Her measurements were 34A-24-34 and her slender figure was anything but plain. Her body was excellent and her long legs gave her an advantage. She had been a ponygirl at a private club for about a year when Mrs. Rush heard about her, and that she was for sale. Her boyfriend had convinced her to sign a private contract just between the two of them, just a month before. He made videos of her working out and running, he also made her times available to prospective purchasers.

She didn’t know the contract was real and enforceable, he didn’t know the PRA would not let him take advantage of her. Mrs. Rush got her for 25,000. 11000 was put in an account for Monica and her boyfriend got 14000. He was very upset and angry when he found out that he didn’t get all 25,000. Monica was upset that she would be taken from him, until he put on his little show about the money. Mrs. Rush was there for her, and to give her a shoulder to cry on.

When Mrs. Rush brought her to the track in Arizona, Monica was ecstatic. She got to live as a real ponygirl, and be compensated for it. Monica was actually grateful for the chance. She brought Monica to the ranch for tattoos before taking her to the racetrack. They arrived about 10AM; Monica had a few minutes to look around. Then Leslie was there to get her; she took Monica to the training stable and put her in a stall there.

Take off your clothes Monica, Leslie said. We need to get a bath for you. I have to take care of a few things and I’ll be right back. Monica nodded, and began disrobing; when she was naked she gave her clothes to Leslie.

I’ll be right back with your lunch, Leslie told her as she took her clothes and left the stable. She was back in a few minutes with a standard ponygirl lunch of vegetarian cutlet and vegetable casserole, with a liter of bottled water.

I didn’t need to be naked to eat, she said to Leslie.

You’ll be naked all the time from now on, Leslie said as she smiled. It’ll be okay, you’ll see.”

Leslie left again to get her own lunch, I’ll be back. There’s a new toothbrush for you by the sink. I’ve got to get my own lunch.”



She was back in about an hour and took Monica to the bath stall, and got the water set to Monica’s preference. She ushered Monica in and picked up the bottle of shampoo. Monica reached out to take it from her.

No, I’ll do it for you, She said smiling. She poured shampoo into her hand while Monica got her hair wet. Leslie lathered Monica’s brown hair and washed it thoroughly for her. After rinsing she put crème rinse through it and put it up on top of her head to wait for the crème rinse to work.

Leslie got soap from a bottle and began washing Monica’s shoulders and upper back.

Please turn around for me, Monica. When she turned Leslie started at the top and washed her face, working her way down to Monica’s neck and upper chest.

Time to rinse your hair, Babe. Monica was getting the idea and didn’t mind-having Leslie bathe her. It made her feel as special as Mrs. Rush and Leslie felt. When her hair was done Leslie got more soap and went back to washing her back. When she was done she pulled her hands back.

Ok turn around, Leslie said brightly. Monica turned slowly, and Leslie began to wash her chest. She worked carefully but washed Monica’s breasts and nipples without any more obvious concern than if she was washing the dishes, or a ponygirl. She worked her way down to Monica’s lower belly and then skipped to her feet and worked up her legs to the tops of her thighs.

Want me to do the rest? I can take care of it from here, Monica suggested.

No, I’ll get it, just relax and enjoy, sweetheart, Leslie said. She put more soap in her hands and made a twirling motion with her fingers. Monica turned, gratefully and Leslie began to wash Monica’s butt. She worked her fingers into the cleft of Monica’s butt, until she touched Monica’s anus.

Relax for me, sweetheart, I need to get you washed off, Leslie said to her. Monica took a deep breath and let it out, and relaxed her butt for Leslie. She felt a rush as Leslie washed her anus. Leslie pulled her hands back and Monica turned slowly so Leslie could wash her pussy. Leslie began with her lower belly and worked down to her outer labia. She gasped softly and moved her legs apart to give Leslie better access to her lower vulva. Leslie washed her inner lips and vaginal opening and Monica began to moan softly. Leslie kept up her efforts and Monica began to moan out loud. Monica moved thighs even farther apart to give Leslie better access. Leslie pressed her left hand over Monica’s pussy and slid her two middle fingers into Monica’s vagina. She reached around behind Monica with her right hand, and pressed her index finger slightly into Monica’s anus to the first joint. She stopped pushing her finger into Monica and began squeezing and relaxing her left hand and fingers in Monica’s pussy. Monica felt a little self-conscious so she didn’t have an orgasm right away, but in a few minutes she started to have an orgasm.

Oh My God! Monica cried. She was having the most intense orgasm she’d had in a long time. The feelings lasted for several minutes, and she slumped against the side of the stall. Leslie slowed her ministrations and slowly slipped her fingers out of Monica’s pussy and her anus. She washed Monica’s pussy and anus and then her hands. Leslie turned the water off and helped Monica out of the shower. She dried her with a huge towel and then did her hair with a big blow drier.

She had Monica lie on a bench by the bath stalls and got out a razor and shave crème. Leslie lathered Monica’s lower abdomen and pussy. She carefully shaved Monica’s pussy and underarms and put some lotion on where she had just finished.

Ooh, that lotion’s kind of tingly, Monica, said. Leslie looked at her watch.

It need’s to be there for five minutes, then I’ll get it off, She said.

What was that for? Monica asked as she watched Leslie wiping it off.

It’s a depilatory crème, to permanently remove all your pussy hair, Leslie said calmly.

Permanently?”

Yeah, permanently, Leslie said as she also cleaned it from under Monica’s arms. They walked back to the stall.

Do you like my bathing talents? I’ll bathe regularly from now on. Leslie said.

Do I get washed like that everyday, Monica asked?

Well maybe not like that everyday, that’s up to your jockey and trainers, but as often as allowable. You’ll get bathed everyday. We have to go to the tattoo shop and get your PRA numbers done. She had a collar for Monica; she put it around her and locked it on. Next Leslie snapped a leash to the collar, and they headed out the door.



Come on in, Bart said as he opened the door. He ushered them into the shop, Here you go, please sit in the last chair, Monica. I’ll be right with you. Leslie went to the straight-backed wooden chair he indicated and sat to wait.

Put your hands on the chair arms, please, he said. He put the straps over her wrists and the seat belt around her waist. I have your tattoos all done and Mrs. Rush was just here and approved them. He laid the stencil over the top curve of her left breast and started the tattoo.

Her name took about twenty minutes and she had Monica on her left breast. She had no other tattoos, she thought them to be tacky, but this wasn’t too bad. Next he had to do her PRA number 1123331 on her right areola. She was getting tired of the tattoo process.

You’ll have to put up with it for a little while yet, I’ve got a couple more to go, Bart told her.

It’s ok, she sighed. I’ve just been through a lot.”

Bart tipped the chair back and tattooed RUSH on her lower belly, halfway between Monica’s navel and the top of her pussy.

Ok, last one, the PRA requires their number in barcode on the back of your neck, so he loosened the seatbelt and had Leslie hold Monica’s long hair up. He put the stencil on the nape of her neck and began 1123331 was on the back of her neck when he was done.

All of the ponygirls here have their nipples pierced, Bart told her. Mrs. Rush left it up to you. Do you want me to pierce your nipples?”

Gosh, I don’t know. Will it hurt a lot?”

Well some, but not a lot, He answered.

Do I have to decide right now? I mean if I decide to later She asked.

Sure, I’m here every day. Sounds like you sort of want to get it done, Bart added suggestively. She nodded.

Ok, I’ll do it for you, now, he decided for her. She nodded again. He got out his equipment and disinfected her nipples.

When he was done she had a 16ga. by inch CBR in each nipple. Bart released her wrists and escorted her to the door. Leslie snapped the leash to her collar.

I won’t try to run away. Where could I go naked and on foot anyway, Monica joked.

Miss Wendell’s rules, she owns the place. It’s something you will have to get used to, and there are reports of rustlers stealing ponygirls. As a racer you’ll be valuable property, Leslie told her.

Property, Monica said? Leslie nodded. Just then her cellphone rang, she answered it quickly, Yes Miss Wendell, she said. Yes we’ll be right there. Yes, I can see it from here. Bye. She looked to Monica, Miss Wendell. I wonder how she got my cell number.”

They walked across the wide yard and went to the door on the side of the building, that a little sign said was OFFICE’; Leslie opened the door and went in. It was the door right into Wendy’s inner office. Leslie was surprised, she started to back out, and Wendy called to her. She went on in and held the door for Monica.

There were several people already there; Wendy introduced them to Monica and Leslie. Mrs. Rush was there, but also Denise and Aaron and Mr. Jung. She sent Leslie for a coffee break, at the Groom Room.

Mr. Jung is a lawyer, Wendy said with a funny grin. Even though he’s a lawyer, he’s pretty much all right. Mr. Jung has some paperwork for you, She said and nodded to Mr. Jung.

What I’ve got here for you is an addendum to your contract, he said. Your contract is legitimate, it has all of the legal requirements to bind you to Mrs. Rush, as your owner. Monica nodded. Mr. Jung handed her a copy of the addendum, she looked it over and saw that it was quite long, with numerous numbered sections.

I’m going to go over it with you, right now, but I’m going to hit the high points. I’m not going to bore you by reading it to you in its entirety. The major parts of it give you the PRA rules about your share of your winnings and charges. It says that you and Mrs. Rush pay costs for your upkeep, from your winnings and ten percent to your jockey, then you get one third of the balance and Mrs. Rush gets two thirds. She has to pay for training and travel, to and from, races from her portion. These rates are mandated by the PRA. Now for the harder part, Mr. Jung sighed.

Section two says how and where you will live and work. We have built a very nice racetrack and a stable for you to live in. You will remain naked and you may not speak unless given permission, by someone in charge of your training. That would be, a jockey, trainer, handler, and of course Mrs. Rush, but not necessarily your groom. You may not handle any of your tack or harness, that is to put it on or take it off.”

When will I get to talk and such?”

It’s not as bad as it looks right here, basically this is to make sure you understand how important your training is. Section three says that you can be punished for not trying hard enough or for violating these other rules. It doesn’t actually spell out what punishments could be used. Our involvement in ponygirl racing is to make money; none of any sort of punishment will do anything stringent that could slow your running. From now on, from this very moment, you must obey all of the rules spelled out on this form. Monica nodded. She didn’t dare to say anything.

Mrs. Rush stepped forward, You may speak, Monica. You were wondering how to handle that, right? Monica smiled and nodded, I was wondering what to do next.”

We won’t do anything that doesn’t do something to make you faster.”

I’ll read my copy later, Monica added.

That’s fine. Do you have any idea what happened with your so called boyfriend and his wife, Wendy asked?

Wife? He wasn’t married. Was he? Monica had tears in her eyes.

He was married to Arlene Louise Smith, you knew her as Joanne, his cousin. Right? They were playing you from the start, Wendy said soberly. They were trying to sell you as a racing ponygirl, though the PRA that’s Ponygirl Racing Association - got involved. They had a representative contact him about an hour before Mrs. Rush did. The price went from 200,000 to 25,000 in that hour. They wanted to get enough to get out of town. Mrs. Rush didn’t say anything there because she wanted to get you away from them. Monica’s eyes teared up and she began to sob.

Mrs. Rush started to go to her, but Mr. Jung stopped her, quietly. Denise walked up to her, and put her arm around Monica’s bare shoulders. Mrs. Rush realized that she had to remain as Monica’s owner, and may have to make her do what was necessary to be a successful ponygirl, and not try to mother her. She looked at Mr. Jung and nodded, slightly.

The door opened and Betty came in, she had several large shoeboxes with her. She went to the couch at the far side of the office and put them down. She sat waiting expectantly for Monica. Mr. Jung and Aaron came by and patted Monica on the arm and stroked her cheek. Denise continued to hold her around her shoulders. She gave Monica a little kiss on her temple and then patted her cheek. She went over to Mr. Jung and Aaron, they left headed for the restaurant for coffee.

Come on over here and we’ll get some hoof-boots for you, we can’t have you going out to the racetrack barefoot, Betty said. Monica went to the sofa and sat beside Betty.

When you’re done take her to the stable and get Leslie, and take them both out to the racetrack, please. We have a meeting at the restaurant and Paddy will leave the key to his pickup on his desk. He will be in the meeting with me, Wendy said to Betty. Betty nodded. She left with Mrs. Rush, headed to the restaurant.

She got the hoof-boots fitted and gave Monica some time to get used to them. With the boots on she was six feet, three inches tall. The boots were high up over Monica’s ankles and built like very high-heeled shoes, with a two-inch platform and as high as seven inch heels. Betty explained that the sole was firm enough that there was no heel under her foot. The front portion was shaped like a horse hoof, which is why they were called Hoof-Boots. They spent half an hour in the office while Monica got used to walking in them.

The easiest way to walk in them is to stand like you were up on tippy-toes and arch your back. When Monica tried it, she felt immediately more stable and under control.

When they were ready to go, Betty told Monica that talking outside in a customer area was not allowed, but that she could after they got away from the ranch area, until they got to the track. Then it would be up to the trainers or jockeys. They went to the training stable and found Leslie and Paddy’s pickup keys; they got in and headed for the track.



Monica threw the ball for Marcus, the big German Shepard ran after it again. He got it and brought it back to her and sat in front of her, proudly holding the red ball for her. She took the ball and threw it again. Marcus ran after the ball again. She watched as Elise threw the ball for Pedro, she looked around at Monica. They both laughed as they threw their balls again. Willi called Monica to come in; she was expecting a visit from the vet.

Come on Marcus, time to go, she said and started for the stable. The big black Shepard forgot all about the ball and immediately ran after Monica. Marcus was as dark as Erin’s dog Ajax, they were almost identical, but Ajax was slightly smaller than Marcus, and he ran with Erin everyday. Monica was amazed, she thought she was crazy to run, but Erin was over the top. She ran faster and farther than any of the other girls. She’s probably not able to win the Olympics, but the Ponygirl Champion was the champion for a good reason. Monica was intrigued by the red W tattoo on Erin’s breast. It was marvelous to have the trophy tattooed on like that. She wanted one of her own.

She went into the stable to the clinic where the vet was waiting. When she walked in Willi was there talking to the vet.

Hi, come on in, he said.

I’m sorry it took so long to get here, I had to put my dog away, Monica said.

It’s fine, I knew you were busy, besides I’m over an hour early, the vet responded. Do you have birth control implants?

My boyfriend insisted, Monica said as she nodded. She held up her left arm, so the vet could see where the implant was inserted. He carefully took the little hormone strips out of the arm, without causing damage.

Wow, the doctor that put them in said they weren’t removable, that easy, Monica observed.

The vet smiled, Technology has changed lately. Okay I have another little medical marvel for you. He held up a package with a small intrauterine coil inside. This coil is fiberglass, totally inert. It’s impregnated with a hormone similar to the hormone in the implant, but it’s less intense. So all it really does is menstruation control, three or four a year. He looked at his clipboard, Twenty years old, probably four times for you.”

He got Monica to lie on the examination table and put her feet into the stirrups and then he put the straps over her ankles, to keep her from taking her feet down before he was ready. He pushed the insertion tool into Monica’s vagina and immediately found her cervix and gently pushed into her uterus, and placed the IUD inside. When he was done he pulled the tool out and tossed it into the sink.

Won’t the IUD slip out when I run or workout real hard, Monica asked?

There are tiny little barbs or spurs and it won’t ever slip out of place. Your groom will be checking for it regularly, also, he assured her. We’re all done for now, go ahead.”

You have an appointment right back here after lunch for measurements, Willi told her. The measurements are necessary to get your tack and hoof-boots, and other equipment.”



Margot came into the clinic with Joshua; they were a little late and had rushed to the clinic.

We are sorry to be late and leaving you sitting here waiting. We went to the tack room that’s where we’ve been doing the measurements; we didn’t know we were doing it here now.”

That’s ok. What do you want me to do first, asked Monica?

Nothing, just stand there while I measure you for the tack, and bridle harness, said Margot. Then we will get your foot casts for the inner soles of the hoof-boots, she added.

Inner soles? What sort of inner sole, Monica asked?

We get orthotic insoles, they’re custom made for your feet, Joshua spoke up. When she’s done, come over here and I’ll get the casts made.”

Margot measured her arms, legs, and body for the sulky harness and her head for the bridle. She sent Monica to Joshua for the orthotic casts. When the casts were done, Margot got Monica up onto the examination table.

Please kneel facing the window, Monica, Margot said. Okay, place your arms on the table in front of your knees, and put your head on your arms.

Oh shit, what is this for, Monica said when she was knelt down.

Margot said, I know this pretty bad, but it’s not for long. Margot pressed on the insides of Monica’s knees, Open up a little, Monica. We have to measure your anus.”

Oooh, why? What do you need to measure there for?”

Some races require a butt-tail, she said as she applied lube to the end of the measure.

Please relax as much as you can, for me. Margot placed her left hand on Monica’s back and pressed the measure into her anus.

I get the butt-plugs made to your size, so it’s not any bigger than necessary, and big enough that it won’t fall out while you’re running, that’s a disqualification. You work too hard to get into the races to get disqualified for that. Monica agreed with that.

Josh, I’ve got four, what do you see? Josh stepped forward and looked, and agreed. Margot pulled the measure out of Monica and carefully wipe the excess lube from Monica’s anus.

Okay, come on get down. You can go to the office and have a cup of coffee. She smiled at Monica, Please rest for half an hour.”



Monica stood between the rails of the sulky; Miller was attaching the sulky straps to her pulling harness. The sulky was attached by four straps, which were anchored to the sulky at two points one placed on each rail. Two straps one from each side went across her back to attach on the opposite side of her wide belt, and two others went from the same attachment to the belt at the same side. Then he had to hook two loose chains from points in front to the same side to back up, or reverse the sulky. She wore pony-hands that covered each hand and halfway up her forearm with a dainty hoof shaped mitt, but left her arms free. She could swing her arms while running for better balance and speed. Monica had never pulled a sulky before; the club in Colorado had several chariots. They were not allowed outdoors very often, so pulling a chariot used all the available space in the big dance hall.

The sulky felt very light to her and very responsive. Every move she made was translated through the rails to the sulky. Miller led her through the gate onto the track; where Joshua was waiting.

Josh says he wants you to get used to having a sulky behind, so just start running around the track and he’ll stop you when it’s time, Miller told her. Monica whinnied, as Miller stroked the side of her head.

She had spent the morning with Willi, under the tree behind the stable. Willi started by telling Monica that she would learn to whinny today and she could expect to whinny only for the next ten days at least.

You have heard a pony whinny, haven’t you? So go ahead, try it yourself.”

Whee Hee Hee, Monica tried.

That’s good. Try again, but this time while you are making the whinny, make a ha ha aa. Make this sound deep in your throat.”

Whiinnyy, whiinnyyy.”

Perfect absolutely, the proper wiehern, whinny, Willi was genuinely happy for Monica. Now try the same sound with your lips closed, and shake your head, for no.”

Willi had an adjustable bridle for Monica, and a training bit. The training bit was very different from the racing bit. The bit was shaped like a Y where the single end pressed on the root of Monica’s tongue. The bit’s material was aluminum, coated with soft plastic material. The bit felt smooth to Monica’s tongue and lips, and if pulled back firmly by the jockey the end pressed into her tongue. If the jockey had to pull hard, if would move back far enough to almost trigger her gag reflex. Willi held the bit up, and Monica opened her mouth for Willi to put it in place. When the bit was in Willi snapped it to the rings on the bridle and attached the reins.

To get practice, you must whinny only for the next ten days. You do not have to keep track of the days. I will tell you when you may speak again, Willi told her gravely. Be careful, liebling, do not make the mistake. The punishment could be severe.”

Monica nodded, and then whinnied. They both had a laugh.

Liebling, have you ever had to urinate outdoors, while wearing your tack, or hitched to a sulky?”

Whinny, and Wmummmy, and she shook her head.

Ok, we are going to learn to do that this morning, Willi had a water bottle, which she gave Monica a big drink from. You’re going to need lots of water so drink up, now. She led Monica to the blue and white striped pole at the far side of the corral.

Do you know what this is for? No? This is for urination, pissen, is urinate in German. When you are here in the corral and around the stable, you must come here or to another pole. Then you will urinate on the ground. Monica whinnied and nodded. When you are out on the track or out on the roadways around here, Willi waved her arm to indicate the roads and paths out and around the track. You may go anywhere. Willi raised her hand and her index finger. Unless I tell you not to urinate or nitcht pissen, in German. Otherwise whenever we stop, you may pee on the ground.”

Willi gave her another drink of water, she wasn’t sure she wanted one but when Willi put the bottle to her lips she had to drink. If you need to urinate and we are in a place where I have told you not to go, like over there by the picnic table, just whinny the same sound for no but paw the ground with your left foot. Monica whinnied and nodded.

Willi smiled and chuckled, she reached up and took the bit out of Monica’s mouth, You’re getting this down, quite well. Monica smiled and then whinnied and nodded.

Very good, liebling, very good, Willi stroked her left cheek and then snapped the bit back in place. Oh, one more thing, if the bit is in place, do not speak over it, even if I tell you that you may speak, you have to wait until the bit is out. That will be punished severely.”

Monica stepped over to the pole and stood there, she needed to pee. She looked at Willi, and shrugged. She didn’t really know what to do next. She started to squat to pee on the ground.

No, liebling, you must stand to urinate. Willi cautioned. Stand and move your feet about eighteen inches apart. Monica moved her feet apart as Willi instructed.

Now bend your knees, and lean forward. Monica complied with her instructions. Now arch your back, that’s very good, Willi pressed her left hand on Monica’s lower back. Now is the hardest part, you must take a breath and then let it go. Monica started to pee and then stopped.

Come on with it, you can do it, Willi urged and pressed harder on Monica’s lower back. Monica finally went on the ground. When she was done she stayed in the position while Willi wiped her vulva and urethra with a wet wipe. Willi insisted that the ponygirls must be kept absolutely sanitary.

When Monica was finished Willi led her to the stable and had the handler, Miller hitch a sulky up. Monica liked him he was kind to her and gentle getting the sulky hitched to her harness. When she was done he sent her out onto the track.



Letitia’s training was also Willi’s responsibility, and Letitia took to the training without the slightest hesitation. She felt she was so much better off here, which meant anything Willi wanted she did immediately. Letitia was in very good condition, but Willi wanted perfect. During her second week Willi had her blinders closed and they started the confidence training.

Letitia was afraid to try to take even one step. Willi had her light whip but even two strokes with it failed to convince Letitia to take even one step.

Do you think I would run you into a wall, liebling? Willi asked as she walked to Letitia. Liebling, do you really believe your Willi would want to harm you? She was so close she practically whispered in Letitia’s ear. Letitia shook her head, no. Tears ran down her face as Willi spoke so softly to her.

Would you like to try walking with me right here with you? Willi asked sensitively.

WWHuummm, was Letitia’s answer, Willi was impressed, as Letitia was doing so well.

Come liebling, she stayed with Letitia and took the rein where it joined her bridle. Walk with me, now. Willi walked Letitia around in the corral for nearly half an hour, talking gently to her until she was more relaxed and confident.

Willi sat in the sulky and took up the reins and gently shook them, without saying anything. This time Letitia took a cautious step; she paused and then took another. Soon Letitia was walking around the corral, but still very carefully.

Whoa, liebling, whoa, Willi pulled Letitia up. She got out of the sulky and walked to the ponygirl. Letitia, liebling, we will stay in the corral today, you do not need to worry. Willi had a water bottle and gave Letitia a big drink. Willi let water flow all over so it ran down Letitia’s chin until it dripped off her nipples.

Oopps, too much, she had a cloth and she gently dried Letitia’s chest and her breasts and nipples.

Whummm, Letitia said from deep in her chest. Willi laughed and softly stroked Letitia’s head and ear. She went back to the sulky and took up the reins again. Letitia was moving confidently and she regained her form by evening. When Willi was done for day she guided Letitia to the side of the corral and stopped her. Miller was there to get her unhitched; he gently stroked Letitia’s shoulder and cooed gently to her so he didn’t scare her. Letitia waited for him to open the blinkers. After he got her eyes uncovered she smiled at him.

Miller finished unhitching Letitia and led her to the stable for Andrea to bathe and feed. Andrea was waiting for her in her stall and had her dog for her. Letitia named him Jerome, after her uncle. He had been there for her when she was little, right up until he passed away from heart trouble when she was in high school.



Willi had finished getting their lunch out of the picnic basket and a bottle of cold water for each from the small cooler, it had been on the sulky since this morning. They left the corral and made four circuits of the track before she directed Letitia out through the gate and onto the road. She kept Letitia running for the entire morning, until lunchtime. They pulled up in a shady spot that she used for lunch with each blinkered ponygirl. She fed Letitia without opening the blinkers. Letitia had no idea where they were, but she knew they were not at the track. They finished and she looped Letitia’s reins over a tree limb and helped her lay down. They took a good rest and Willi got Letitia up to go for the remainder of the afternoon. They pulled into the corral and stopped almost exactly in the same spot where Letitia’s blinkers had been closed.

Willi liked Erin’s reaction when she was run all day with blinkers and re-opened in almost the same spot. Erin had said they went all day but that she had not gone anywhere. Letitia looked around and whinnied softly while Miller unhitched her harness.

Letitia was the first ponygirl to be able to trust Willi completely without being tortured with the nipple clamps. Letitia didn’t ever do anything she was not supposed to do, so punishment was not called for. It just took longer for her to come around, and trust Willi enough to run full speed without being able to see where she was going.

You have done so well liebling, Willi said to her. I will be sure your groom gives you a very, very good washing tonight.”

Thank you, Willi, Letitia blushed. She was very shy and couldn’t look at Willi.