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THE TRAINING OF A PONY GIRL CHAPTER 2 The next day. Monday morning, Ann woke me up at 7 Am and told me, "It is time to get up sleepy head". "We need to start your training, but first, I have your breakfast ready!" I threw on a pair of shorts and a flimsy top. Pushed on my slippers, and headed down to the kitchen. Sure enough, there was a hard boiled egg and one piece of dry toast. I asked, "Where is my breakfast?" Ann just smiled and pointed to the plate with the egg and one slice of toast. I cried, "But I need more than that to eat!" She just replied, "That is enough for breakfast, lunch will be minimal too, then you can have a reasonable dinner." But, I started to say, and she just put her finger to her lips and shushed me. She reminded me that it was time to start a diet. "Why now" I responded. "Sit down and eat, and I will explain why" she responded. So I sat down and began eating. "I read an article in a book that stated that the best "Girls" that wore ballet boots and could walk the farthest and longest weighed less than 100 pounds actually, most weighed 90-95 pounds". "Now, you weigh what?" I said, "I am not sure, last time I weighed, I was 130 pounds." "Then we need to set a target for you to lose at least 20 pounds." she replied. "I suspect that since you are a male, genetically, you should be able to carry that much weight and be able to walk or slowly trot for at least and hour!" Now, if you really want to be a pony girl, and run this race, you will need to sacrifice a little for the long run!"She added, "Pardon the pun!" "Now, lets go upstairs to the bathroom and weight you!" I came in at 132 pounds! After the skimpy breakfast, we went up to the attic and Ann told me to put on the knee high black boots. I did as instructed, then she told me to stand up. I did with great difficulty balancing myself. Within two minutes, my big toe went numb. And then another minute, all my toes went numb and the pain became excruciating. That evening. Ann brought home a "walker" with wheels on the front legs and straight legs, (no wheels) on the rear legs. The next morning, using the walker, I was able to stand for a little better than 2 minutes before my toes became numb and again excruciatingly pain full. By The beginning of that day, I could not do any better than the day before. Ann had had enough, and stated she was going to call "Luigi's Boot and Harness Factory" right away Since they were three hour earlier than we were, she called and place the phone on the speaker function, so I could also hear. A mans voice answered with a heavy accent, "Luigi's booty and harness factory!" Ann responded this is Mistress Ann on the west coast, may I speak to Hilda?" "Oh Yes", came Luigi's reply, and we could hear a buzzing sound in the background. Luigi's voice appeared again, how are you, and did the supplies arrive on time?" "Yes". Ann replied, "Everything arrived with plenty of time to spare." And how did the boots fit Heather?" he asked. Ann responded. "That is the problem and why we need to speak with Hilda." Just then we heard a faint click on the line, and Hilda voice came on saying "This is Hilda, how may I help you." Ann explained the problem to Hilda. Her response was, "Heather needs to lose at least 30 pounds to reduce the pressure on her toes". Ann's response was, "She is on a very strict diet now and will stay on it until she weighs no more than 100 pounds. Hilda responded, "That is very good I hope she reaches her goal." "Could I ask a question?" "Why is Heather practicing wearing and walking in ballet boots?" "Oh," Ann replied she is going to be entered into a Pony Girl race, and ballet boots are a part of the required dress code." Hilda spoke up and said, "That sounds so yummy and exciting, can I enter too?" "We would be delighted to have you join the competition, Ann replied. " I will send you the specifics and an entry form that I have now, and later I will send you the exact location, date and time." "Oh, that sounds so terrific, I hope that Luigi will let me off work so I can enter and run the race with you two. The two girls chatted a little longer, then Ann told why she had called. She explained that I (Heather) could not wear the boots longer than two and a half minutes before my toes go numb, and the pain becomes unbearable. Hilda made several suggestions. First and foremost, she said that Heather needs to loose weight! The next suggestion was for Ann to lace the strings into the eye holes as tight as possible, then use the hooks to finish lacing a more normal pressure up the leg. This will keep the toes and ankles from bearing the total weight of her body. She tried to explain, the foot with the toes pointed down form a wedge shape. By tying the laces extra tight against the foot and ankle, prevents the foot from sliding down onto the toe of the boot. Therefore, the pressure is greatly reduced from pressing the down on the big toe and spreading that weight onto the ankles. Reducing her body weight, will also help greatly, she repeated again! Next, go to a hardware store and buy a small sheet of dense foam rubber about an inch thick. Using a box cutter, a very shape knife, razor blade or scalpel cut from the sheet two circles, one for the left toe and the other for the right. They should fit a little more than snugly into the toe ballet Boot. The sides of this cup should be tapered down a little to fit tight and slightly compress the foam. Then, taking the the same instruments start making a hollowed out cup into the top of the sponge insert. You should try and make the hollowed out cup a little deeper for the big toe...one to the right for the right big toe and to the left for the left toe. If you can keep about 3/8 of inch of foam between the big toe and the toe of the shoe will help to spread the pressure all along the tip of all the other toes. I think, from my personal experience, those tips should greatly help to cushion the pressure on the big toes, and help to prevent the numbness and the pain. Her final suggestion was for Heather to keep the boots on 24/7. The only time she should remove them is to shower, or going to a doctors office etc. Ann thought about that for a minute and spoke up saying, "Won't the sharp heels get caught in the covers and sheet on her bed?" "Maybe," Hilda replied, "But you can cover the heel and toe part in a draw string bag like the Royal Crown bottle comes in. Just slip them over the boots and draw the strings tight around the ankles. Ann thank her profusely, and I could tell she was anxious to leave and make those purchases. Before she left, she addressed a manilla envelope to, Atten:, Luigi's Boot and Harness Shop, personal for Hilda. And stuffed the pony girl race information in to the envelope. Next she had me sit down to retie my boots. That took her almost of a half hour, but that made the boots feel a lot more comfortable and very snug. She literally ran out of the house to make the purchases that Hilda recommended calling me back over her shoulder, "Heather start practicing again!" I realized that Ann was really committed to this race project. I just hoped and prayed that I could live up to her expectations. I stood up and leaned against the walker and started moving very slowly, Now, I was able to walk , taking very small steps but also able to stay upright for almost five minutes. By the time Ann returned from the stores, I had reached the ability to stay standing for five and a half minutes, Really the only reason that I had to stop was that my big toe went to sleep but the agonizing pain was now just a dull pain. An hour later, Ann returned with a big bag full of her purchases. First were two large bottles of Royal Crown complete with the felt bags. She put the liqueur into the adult drink cabinet. The bags she laid on my bed for use later that night. The last items were sharp knives, safety single edge razor blades, a knife for wall paper hanging that they use for trimming the wall paper into corners. She told me she called Tom on her cell phone and asked him to bring a scalpel home from his office! She spent the remainder of the day slowly cutting the foam inserts for my shoes. She was still at the project when Tom arrived home with the scalpel. A little later, she stopped so we could go out to have dinner. Tom and Ann started discussing where we were going to have dinner. I sat down to unlace my boots when Ann yelled at me, "Leave them on, you can sit down and eat while wearing them at the restaurant!" "But" I said," everyone will be watching me walk in!" "I just might fall flat on my face!" "Trust us, that will not happen tonight," she assured me. And I can guarantee that every one will be watching you. That will be true every place we go from now on, so just calm down and learn to enjoy the attention. I had a difficult time going down the ladder from the attic, so I finally just laid back against the edge of the steps and slid down with a loud thud as I hit the floor. I was able to get back up by leaning against the ladder. Ann told me to go to my room and change my clothes to something more appropriate for dinning out. I managed to make it to my bedroom by sliding my hand along the wall till I reached my bedroom. I was able to turn the corner and take two quick steps and grabbed the vanity with both hands steadying my self against the vanity. I was able to pull out the seat and ease my self down on the vanity seat where I began to do my make up. Ann came in and told me to do a good job of it , not too heavy, but with dark bright shades of eye and lip make up. She went to my closet and pulled out a very short skirt and a sheer knit blouse and a "push up" padded bra in a bright orange color. After I put on my make up and dressed , I looked in the mirror and could see that the blouse allowed my bra to be seen rather vividly. I thought that I looked like a tart, but I suspect that was what Ann wanted me to look like. I touched up my hair with a brush and felt that was the best I could do under the circumstances. I also had a difficult time maneuvering down the regular stair case to the ground floor. But with the railing and Toms support I managed to descend without a mishap. Tom and Ann had decided to go to a more family oriented place. By the time I had descended the stairs, I had to sit down in the living room for a rest before attempting to go out to the car. While resting, Ann went to her bedroom and changed into something a little more dressy and sexy. I was always glad to accompany Mistress Ann anyplace since she always was the center of attraction. Finally, Ann was dressed and ready, so Tom said, "Lets go!" When we got to the car (just a few steps away), Tom opened the backdoor of his SUV and I tried to step up into it. Ann had to laugh at Tom and I as he pushed on my ass to get me into the wagon. We headed out through the winding streets of this gated complex then turned onto a major road and drove about 10 minutes before reaching a good sized mall. Located on the edge of the mall was a nice size "family" restaurant. Tom parked the car came around the car and opened the door for Mistress Ann, and helped her out. He opened my door to help me out, and he had to literally pull me out of the back seat. The car was so high that he had to lift me out and down to the pavement. Once on the pavement, Ann got on one side of me with Tom on the other and escorted me into the building with me hanging on each of their arms for dear life. It was another slow progress for us to make it into the Restaurant. Once inside, The hostess greeted us then noticed my Ballet boots and gave me a very shocked look, but did not say anything. The waiting area still had 6-8 people waiting for a table. I noticed the the clientele was mostly all families. Tom asked how long a wait we could expect. She said that it should not take long since most of the dinners were about through. There was a small area with seats but they were all taken. I just stood there with my hand on Ann's shoulder to steady myself. Sure enough, several groups of people started filling out, and several were called in to their table. Two seats opened up at just about the time I had reached my limit of standing. Ann helped me to a vacant chair, and took the seat next to me. Within about five minutes our name was called and we were escorted to a table. Our table was somewhat centered in the restaurant. As we approached the table the hostess said, "If you like, We can wait a little longer and seat you against the wall off to one side." "No, No", Ann spoke up, "This is just perfect" with a big grin on her face. I took that to mean she wanted me to be seen by everyone! The hostess gave us each a menu but Ann reached over and took mine away and said, "I will order for her." Our waitress came up and asked for our order, and Tom ordered the porterhouse steak medium rare with salad and baked potato. Ann ordered the petite rib eye steak and salad. Then she said Heather here will have the "diet special". And handed the menu's back to her. As we sat waiting for our dinner a young girl of about 6 years old came over to our table and with such innocent eyes staring at me, she said "My mom wants to know why you are wearing those boots to a restaurant." Ann spoke up saying "She is trying to make a fashion statement, who knows, Ballet boots may become the next Paris fashion accessory!" The little girl just said "Oh, my dad said they looked sexy, what ever that means." Ann retorted, "What did your mother say?" "I don't remember but it was something about a whore!" I thought Ann would die laughing." She did not resent the fact that the little girls mother thought that I was a whore. In fact I think she enjoyed hearing that since it meant that many people thought that I look "over the top sexy".Just before our dinner arrived, another young boy of about 8 came over to our table and walked up to me and Said. My daddy wants to know if you are a fashion model. Before I could speak, Ann responded, "Yes she is and she is trying to start a new fashion trend with the boots. "Oh," was all the young boy said before he turned around and headed back to his table. None of us said anything at that time, but kept a straight face like nothing happened out of the ordinary. Within a few minutes, the family (the boy and his parents) were leaving and passed by our table. The mother was dressed in a very form fitting, no, very tight body hugging red satin dress with a plunging neck line that revealed her modest chest and accented with some very nice jewelry. The boys mother stopped in front of the table at the empty chair and asked, "What is the real reason for her wearing those Ballet boots?" Ann repeated that I was just trying to make a fashion statement. The woman placed her hands on her hips, and said, "I know a con artist when I hear one! I was a stripper for almost two years, and then worked in a massage parlor for three more. So, you can't feed me that crap...now, what is the real reason for her wearing those boots? Ann smiled, and with a show of her hand motioned for her to sit down at the empty chair. The lady turned to the husband and told him "Take Charley out to the car." Ann spoke up, introduced herself saying "Hello, my name is Ann, and this is my husband Tom, and this is "slut" Heather. The woman then told us that her name was Lady Victoria and reached over to shake Ann's hand. I think Ann wanted to set the tone of this conversation by calling me a slut, that way they both did not have to use euphoria's. Ann told her the real reason was that I was going to be entered into a Pony girl race. Also, that I would be almost totally naked and in several forms of bondage equipment during the race. Lady Victoria said, "I thought that might be the real purpose for the boots." She continued, I have a submissive that may be interested in learning to walk, and maybe even interested in running the race." "That may be a greater desire for me than her, but her opinion does not matter, do you understand?" "I understand fully, Heather is much the same way, but she is willing to learn being a pony girl, just to please me." Ann opened her purse, and pulled out a card, and said, "Call me soon and lets get better acquainted. Lady Victoria stood up and offered her hand Ann, shook it and walked out. Tom spoke up and mentioned "That was an interesting conversation!" While we were eating, Ann told Tom that she was not aware that Heather needed to wear the boots 24/7. And since taking the boots off was not difficult, but putting them on and lacing then tight was quite a task. So she suggested that she call the carpenter that remodeled the attic, and see if he could install an elevator up to the attic. Tom Thought about that for a minute, and said "That sounds like a good idea!" She also added, we need another telephone for the attic, I am tired of running up and down those stairs so often. Will you stop on your way home tomorrow and pick up one?" The first thing Ann did the next morning was give a call to the carpenter. That morning, Ann awoke me and said the carpenter would be here in about an hour. "I want you up, and dressed like last night with your make up the same. I want to empress him and let him know the urgency about this project. So, I followed Ann's orders and dressed and did my make up as fast as possible. Ann approved of how I looked and took my hand and led me over to the step ladder and kept behind me pushing against my butt to help me crawl up into the attic. I started my practice routine and again was only able to walk for about four and a half minutes, before I had to stop. I rested for five minutes, then I started again. Just then the door bell rang, and Ann Jumped up, saying "That must be the carpenter". She ran down the ladder and the steps from the second floor to answer the door. In a few minutes, she appeared with a man that she introduced to me as Earl, the carpenter. The way he smiled and held my hand I felt sure that he liked what he saw! Ann certainly knows how to tempt a man. He watched me practice walking for a few seconds, then Ann urged him to "Get on with the job". He took out his tape measure, and began taking measurements, and making sketches. I continued walking and was able to increase my time to five minutes before stopping to rest. My next routine I was able to last 6 minutes. By the end of the day I increased my routine to eight minutes! A little later the carpenter came up to the attic with an estimate and gave it to Ann. She looked it over and said that it was very high. His response was, "I knew you would want it done right away, so I'll have to hire another helper to speed the job along." "Besides, good workmanship does not come cheap!" Ann asked him when he could start. His response was in several days since he needed to order the wood and some equipment. Then he asked why was I learning to walk in those boots. Ann explained it to him. His next question was, :What else does she excel in?" Ann looked at me, nodded her head and said, "Heather tell him what your specialty is!" I hung my head a little ashamed and replied, "Sucking cock!" He stood speechless for a few seconds, and then said, " I suppose that I could shave a little off of that estimate err....if I got several "perks," as he called it. Ann's response was, You will get her services when you start the project, and again when you finish it to my satisfaction!" I realized that Ann was a shrewd negotiator by adding the incentive to start ASAP, and finishing ASAP! Then she added, "The job must be first class "Quality" work." He promised that it would be perfect. Then went down to call the lumberyard and place the order. Ann showed him out and came back and thanked me for giving him the correct answer about my "specialty". She sat for a while watching me when the phone rang again. After about ten minutes she returned, and informed me, That was Lady Victoria, she wants to come over and visit us. "When," I asked. "Saturday, around noon," she responded. That gives you four days for you to improve your walking skills!" "Now, I noticed that you are gripping the side rails as you walk." "I want you to let go of those rails, and start walking and try not to touch them." I obeyed the order, and continued walking with my hands just above the rails. Every few seconds, I had to touch the rails to steady myself,. Ann did not reprimand me for touching the rails, she just remarked, try not to touch them as often. By the end of the day I was able to increase my walking time to ten minutes before I had to quit and rest. Ann complimented me on my progress, but I felt I could be doing better. I had no idea how long it would take before I was able to compete in the pony races. I settled down to do my best not to touch the rails too much. I think Ann realized that I was trying my best to achieve her goal. She came up stairs with me after my noon lunch break, and told me if you keep improving this fast, I will take you Sunday afternoon to the mall and buy you some more outfits, maybe some shoes, and jewelry." "How would you like that?" I told her I thought that was very nice of her. Over the next two days, I had been able to increase my walking time to 12 minutes, but needed another 7 minutes to rest between walking! Ann even committed on my ability to keep from touching the rails nearly as often. "I am really impressed with your progress so far, I hope you can continue to improve this fast for the remainder of your training period." Mistress, "I am trying my very best to learn!"I responded She replied,"I know you are, and this is not an easy task to learn." I am sure it is many times more difficult than learning to ice skate for example!" Now, if you can achieve a fifteen minute walk by Friday afternoon, we can go the that drag show Saturday night, you know the one with the male strippers!" I quipped, I will do my very best!" Late that afternoon, the lumber yard delivered the necessary wood to start the elevator project. The next day, Thursday, Earl the carpenter and his helpers showed up at seven AM to start the project. They began by carrying the lumber up the stairs and the other necessary equipment like the hoist, wiring for the the hoist switches and flange roller for the cage. By this time I was done eating breakfast (one hard boiled egg and one slice of dry toast!), Earl announced the he was ready to start the project. Ann replied, Well then, what are you waiting for?" I knew what Ann wanted to hear, him asking for his BJ. Err, Ah there was a promise of, you know ..err, a blow job!!" Ann always liked for the men to not only ask, but beg for those favors. I had just finished up my seven minute walk, and was sitting down to rest. Ann motioned for him to come over close to me, as I eyed him I thought that I could do the job sitting down since his crotch was at the right level to my mouth. He stammered, "Er ah...right here with you watching...can't we go to a bedroom?" "No, Heather has a hard time walking down those stairs, besides I have watched her do this on many occasions!" I just waved to him to come closer, then I asked him what did he have for me. I could tell he was very nervous, but I waved my had to him in a jester to drop his pants. I think the embarrassment of Ann watching had reduced his urge for a BJ because as he dropped his pants and shorts down to the floor, his cock was as flaccid as possible! I grabbed him around his ass and pulled him closer to my face. I reached between his legs and pulled his soft cock out, and squeezed it several times. His cock started to spring to life, so I moved my mouth to the head of his cock and slowly sucked it into my mouth. I just loved to feel a soft cock swell up in my mouth! When it was finally good and hard, I started sucking in earnest, then moved my head up and down slowly at fist then sped up a little faster. I could tell he was starting to breath a little faster, so I started to flick my pierced tongue along the shaft, while I bobbed my head a little faster. I felt that he was about to "shoot his load", so I pulled away until the head of his cock was just inside my lips. I opened my mouth real wide, then drove my head quickly against his crotch and pressed my lips real tight against the base of his cock! That was the coup de gras , as he shot his full load down my throat, I immediately pull back about half way, so I could taste his cum with the next two pulses of his cock. I kept on sucking on his cock for a second or two more trying to drain him completely, but he pulled away, and took two steps back leaned onto the treadmill railing, he gasped, "That was terrific, you have more than just a specialty their, you are a complete master of oral pleasure giving. Ann spoke up and said, "Back to work now, the faster you complete the job, the sooner you get your reward! As he was pulling up his pants, a young man came down the ladder and into the room obviously to ask Earl a question. His mouth dropped down as he watch Earl finish pulling up his pants and buckling them up. I noticed he was quite a handsome young man, several years younger than me, and had the sculpted shape of a body builder. I could not help but to exclaim....'oh my God". My shrunken cock got a tinkle in it and a burning desire engulfed me. I spoke up immediately and asked his name. "Bobby', he responded. "Well Bobby, don't let Earl work you too hard today." "Just don't run home too fast when you are done here!" By that time Earl was descending the ladder to get something, his tools maybe. I added, "stay and have a beer with us." I looked over at Ann, and she smiled a nodded her head yes! He stammered I little, and asked, who is inviting me for a beer, and looked at Ann. Ann spoke up and replied, "Take your pick, me or Heather, our transgender girl. I am sure he was shocked to get that offer. I, I, I..really need to get back to work, but thanks for the offer of the beer. If I am not too tired, I may take you up on that offer. I am sure neither Ann or I knew if he was "straight" or gay. But I suspected that one of us would enjoy the late afternoon maybe even far into the night. Unfortunately, it was 8 PM before Earl finally decided to quit working. He was on his way down stairs to put away his tools and Bobby was following him. He spoke up, and and informed us that he was too tired for that beer tonight. Anne went over to the phone where she had a pencil and note pad and wrote down both of our names and the phone number. As she was handing the note to him she said, no,almost begged him: "Bobby, call us soon!" He responded, "I will", and headed down the stairs too. The next day, I was back on the treadmill doing my usual routine. I started with only a 11 minute work out before my toes gave out. I sat down for my normal 7 minute rest, then was able to complete eleven more minutes of "walking" before I had to stop again, but by the end of the day I was up to a 14 minute routine. I calculated the time I was gaining, and figured it would take at least 2 months to be able to stay walking for an hour. Needless to say, I was so very wrong. The next day, Earl, Bobby and the rest of the crew arrived at 8 AM and started to finish the job. I started my usual walking routine and by the time the carpenter was finished I had worked up to a 17 minute walking span! By 9 AM, Ann had joined me, and was also checking the time and watching how often I had to touch the railing to steady myself. She said she was impressed with my progress, and maybe I could take Saturday off. Especially since Lady Veronica would be visiting us at noon. By 2 PM, Earl came in and informed us that they were almost done, all that was needed was to clean up. Ann walked over to the job site, and inspected his work. She spoke up and said,"That does not look like an elevator to me!" It is not, we call it a lift. And besides, an elevator would cost 20 times what the lift cost and does not need an annual inspection. Ann and I walked over to where they were working, and I pulled Bobby to one side while Ann inspected to job. I asked bobby if he had time for that beer yet, and he looked very sad and claimed that he had an appointment at the gym, with his instructor. That cost him $40.00 and would forfeited if he did not show up. But he did promise to call soon and make a date. I noticed that his crew was taking down the last of their tools. Just as I expected, while the last of the clean up was progressing, Earl came over and told Ann "It is time to settle up the bill, and the "tip". Ann had to go down stairs to get her check book, and Earl took my hand and pulled me over to the treadmill, moved the chair closer, and said, "I am ready now!" I sat down and he started unbuckling his pants. At that time all his crew came up to get an item that they had missed. And I noticed that Bobby was smiling and gave me a thumbs up signal. Earl stopped unbuckling his pants, and smoothed them down, and said that they were done and could go down stairs and wait for him. One of the older men spoke up and said , "If you are going to get a "tip", we all deserve one , since we did most of the work! I shook my head "NO" , since that was not the deal. Ann came up the lift at that time, asked what was going on. The elderly man spoke up and said, "We did all the work and now Earl gets the tip." "We deserve it more than Earl!" Ann looked at Earl and said, "That was not part of the deal!" "Heather will only do one, while the rest can watch!" There was a big argument between them, and it was apparent that none of them wanted anyone to watch. So, Earl said "Lets Go!" then as he has leaving, he whispered, "Ill be back." Tom arrived home at 5 PM, Ann met him in the kitchen, and told him that we had reservations at Charlies Steak House. Ann had informed me too, and told me to quit walking at 5:30, and go upstairs, take a shower and dress for the evening. "How do you want my makeup done tonight?" I asked Ann. "Do it a little bold and slutty for tonight!" she responded. Also, wear the pink dress I bought last week. Look for the one that barely cover your knees, and has a flared skirt. We always meet some very nice and unusual people at that restaurant," she stated. I showered, and put on my panties and bra. And sat down at my vanity to do my make up. I started with a light shade if foundation, and applied the same shade of powder. Then I added a heavy coating of light pink blusher to make my cheeks look a little bolder. I did my eyebrows in a thin but dramatic arch. Next came the eye shadow of a darker pink then blended in above the pink, a light but bright blue shade. Next, I stroked on my lower eyelids a soft black pencil. Next I painted on with a liquid eye liner a very dramatic outline that ended in an upward angle at least a quarter of an inch beyond the outer corner of my eyes. Lastly, I applied two costs of mascara to my lashes. Then I spritzed a liberal coating of Opium to my wrist, neck, and shoulders. Then I started dressing, and found a bright pink dress that I thought would match my pink 6 inch heels. The dress had spaghetti straps, so I felt that I needed a strapless bra. I found a white one in a drawer, that Ann must have bought me. I thought that white would do since the dress would cover it up. I found a pair of black back seamed stockings with the french heels, and rolled them up onto my legs. I found a gold ankle bracelet in the jewelry box, and added that to my outfit I slipped on the dress, and thought about adding a half slip, but I felt that the dress was not too sheer to need it. I found a lovely gold woman's watch in the box along with a nice wide chain link bracelet. Lastly, I slipped the dress over my head. Then I finished brushing my hair out. Then I realized that I did not have any earrings on. Checking the Jewelery box I found a nice set of long dangling earrings that ended with a nice diamond (I guess they could have been rhinestones, But I could care less) since they seemed to compliment the total look that I was trying to achieve, "Slutty but fashionable!" By this time it was just after 7 PM, and Ann hollered at me, "Time to go". Ann had told me earlier that it will take at least a half an hour to drive there. And if we were late we would loose our reservation. She checked out my outfit, and said, that will never do, you must wear your Ballet boots, that makes you so entirely different from everyone else. But, I asked , "Do I have time to put them on?" No, leave those shoes on and bring them with us. I will put them on you in the back seat. Tom escorted us out to the car with Ann helping me from the other side, opened the back door and helped me in with a little assistance from Ann, then Ann was helped in by Tom alone. On the way, Ann helped to put on my shoes then threaded the laces through the last three eye holes. Then she told Tom to pull over, and change places with her so he could tighten up the lace good and firm. It took him a few minutes in traffic to get a place and opportunity to pull over. It was a little funny watching Ann and Tom change places along the side of that road since they both were dancing side by side figuring out which should go first, Both finally got into the car, with Ann now driving. I think Ann drives faster than Tom since we arrived at the restaurant by 7:40. We entered the restaurant and noted that they was standing room only in the waiting area. I did not find any chairs to sit in by anyone. I whispered to Ann That I could not stand very long in those shoes, and it looked like we would be waiting very long for a table. Tom went over to the hostess, and announced his name, and that we had reservations for 8 PM. The hostess responded that there was an unfortunate accident outside on the street earlier, and no one could get in for over an hour. She looked around, and said that she would have a table for six opened very soon, and if you could get 2or3 people to join you, she might be able to accommodate us shortly. Tom looked around and decided there were mostly groups of four standing around. Then he noticed a nice couple standing by themselves. He approached them and talked to them for only a minute. Then, taking the ladies hand escorted them to the hostess, and I think he slipped her a twenty, then she shook her head in the affirmative. Tom Left the other couple standing there and came over to Ann and I and said it was done, a table would be ready in just a few minutes. Sure enough, we heard the hostess Dr. SMITH "Table ready for five." We followed the other couple to our table, with me holding Toms arm. I felt comfortable with my training so far that I only needed one arm to steady me. As we were seated, I noticed something a little strange about the other woman. But could not figure it out with everyone trying to sit. Then as we all got comfortable Tom introduced himself, then Ann, as his wife, then me, Heather as his Niece, from the East coast! I smiled at that thinking that Tom could "think fast on his feet". The male introduced Sally as his wife and his name being George. I noticed that Sally was leaning back to place her napkin in her lap, and it hit me, her "Nice sized" breasts (probably DD's) were shaped to very sharp points. I nudged Ann and whispered, did you see Sally's breasts. She leaned over, and whispered NO, only men noticed those things. So, I kept my mouth shut. At that time, the waiter came over to take our order. We all chatted a little and got a little better acquainted then our salad came. After our salad, was eaten, Sally excused herself and headed off for the Ladies Room. I think Ann noticed Sally's breasts, and she jumped up a said, "Let me join you." Off both girls went, arm and arm. A long time later, they returned with big smiles on their faces. Ann leaned over closer to my ear and whispered, "Did you notice her necklace? " I responded, "NO, I was too enthralled with watching her breasts" with a little giggle. Ann just nudged me, and said take a subtle peek at it. It took me a few seconds to focus directly at her chest and the necklace. It was a small black onyx stone carved out like a partly uncoiled bull whip! Then I noticed that straddling the whip on ether side of the whip were a set of silver handcuffs all held together. I leaned over to Ann and whispered, "That is definitely an S&M symbol!" She agreed with me. So, Ann spoke up and said, "That necklace is certainly different, must have cost a lot!" "I don't know how much it cost since George gave it to me as a present" she responded. "For any special occasion," Ann asked again. Well ,yes. And she leaned over to George and asked, "Can I tell them?" He hesitated then agreed to it. She said, "He gave it to me the day after I collared him and agreed to marry him!" Ann just cooed, "Isn't that just lovely and have you been Mistress and slave ever since?" George just lowered his head and responded, "Yes, ever since that first night she not only collared me, but the welts she left on my ass and back turned into scars, that are still visible!" Ann shocked me by replying, "We need to get together and share our sub- missives!" Sally spoke up and said, who would that be, Tom here." Tom was quick to respond, "In no way am I going to be a slave to Ann!" Sally asked Ann , "Who then would you be able to share with me?" "I thought it was obvious," Ann replied, and finish with, "It is Heather here!" "OH, My god", Sally said, "Then since she is a girl, you must be a lesbian, or at least bi" Ann spoke up and said "A little of both, Bi and lesbian, but Heather is not what you think she is either!" You mean, she is not submissive or a slave?" No, Ann replied, she is not a she, but a Transgender." You mean she is not a she but a he?" Ann's response was, Technically she is still a he, but growing real breasts, and lives full time as a female!" "And does she enjoy receiving the whip from you?" Ann looked at me and confessed, "I am not sure she "enjoys" the whip, but she endures it since she loves me!" "She knows I get a climax from whipping her senseless. "My God, you can reach a climax doing that?" Sally asked. "Honey," Ann replied, I am a true sadistic bitch, ask Heather, I am sure she agrees with me." I saw Sally look over to me, and I shook my head, yes. "Then, can we get together and share our slaves,"Sally asked. Ann said "Why not?" Sally's retort was quick and short, "Lets do it!". Ann handed her a card, and said call me sometime. For the rest of the dinner both girls kept a steady stream of chatter going while George , Tom, and I sat silent. Anyway, Tom's comment about meeting some unusual people at that restaurant was very truthful! Also, Ann got the internet address of the manufacturer of the bullet bras (In western Canada) and said she was going to order several, I asked her to order me several too, after my "implant surgery". On Saturday morning, Ann got me up at 7am as she said since it will be a short day with Lady Victoria coming at noon. I untied the Royal Crown Bags from my boots, and dragged myself into the bathroom, and attended to my morning washing and cleansing routine. I was able to walk to the lift steadying myself by help from the wall. I stepped into the lift, attached the chain across the front of the cubical, and pressed the "UP" on the hoist control button, and thought that this was so much better than having to "crawl" up that ladder! I started my walking routine and was only able to walk for 12 minutes. I sat down and rested the usual 7 minutes, before starting the routine again. That time I lasted for 13 minutes before I had to stop and rest. The next time I was able to last the same 14 minutes as the day before. A half hour before noon, Ann came upstairs and told me to go downstairs and do a light make up for Lady Victory. Twenty minutes before noon Ann came up and handed me the total Pony Girl outfit. Let me help you put it on. "Take off your clothes" She ordered me, "All but the Panties." First, she buckled up the chest harness harness above and below my breasts, and then placed the shoulder straps over them, and buckled them up. Next the bit, and then the head harness with the attaching leather collar. She then changed my panties and place a pair of shinny black thong panties in me. She then said, "Tuck yourself to get rid of that bulge!" I did as I was told, but the stretchy knit material would not keep my penis down very well. "Oh well," Ann said, "she knows you are TRANSGENDER, so, don't worry about the bulge. Ann instructed me to stay on the treadmill until she brought up Lady Victory and her "Girlfriend". You can rest until you hear them come into the house, then wait a few minutes more while introductions are being made. If you hear the lift moving before that, start walking!"she ordered me. Within a few minutes, I heard the door bell ring. I checked my timer, and saw that it was exactly 12 O'clock noon. I could hear faintly talking coming from down stairs. About 5 minutes latter, the sounds started to get louder, so I got up, started the tread mill and started walking. I could hear their voices very clearly now since they must have been standing next to the lift and the hole in the flood/ceiling did not dampen their voice. I could hear Ann tell them now, push the up button, then get off a soon as it stops, then reach back into the lift and push the "down" button. Then I heard the elevator coming up, and Lady Victoria stepped out of the lift and I watched her push the down button. The next time the lift came up I saw a young blonde girl in pigtails get of. The lift went down again, I knew it had to be Mistress Ann coming up The submissive that Lady Victoria had talked about was a very cute girl that I thought to be about 15 years old. She wore a green jump suit with the lower part ending in short, no, that was short, shorts, that hugged her body like a glove. She had long blond hair tied up in two pigtails. That made her look younger than she really was, as I learned later she was actually 18. Then finally Ann exited the lift, came over and said you have already met Lady Victoria, now meet her submissive Gina. I reached out and offered my hand to her while the other hand was holding onto the guard rail. She offered her very limp had and just barely touched mine. "Nice" was all she said to me I took that for a short version of "nice meeting you." By this time, I had been walking for 15 minutes and asked Ann if I could stop and rest. She agreed, but said that I would have to start up again in 7 minutes. Lady Victoria, looked over my outfit and said with feeling, "That "get up" looks fantastic, I love it, so sexy yet also very submissive. Ann spoke up and said "She will also be wearing a very short shinny pleated black skirt that barely covers her crotch." "That way the girls and boys will not worry about getting their skirts caught in any barbed wire around the race track!" Gina gasped, "But Lady V, Heather has a cock, I can see the bulge in her panties!" Yes, that is true Lady "V" agreed, but look at her lovely breasts." "Do you call those little buds, breasts, why her gold nipple rings are bigger than her breasts!" Gina exclaimed. Ann agreed, but added, "She will be getting lovely "C" cup size implants in eleven weeks!" Ann reached up and pulled my thong panties down and said, "Look, her cock is only slightly lager than your "clitoris!" As my penis slowly slipped from between my legs, Gina gasped, "My god, he has a bar pierced through it!" My God she exclaimed his septum is also pierced!". Ann corrected Gina, "No, HER septum and cock are pierced!" Gina, you are being very disrespectful of another human being, I think you need to be taught, a lesson in how to be more accepting of others not as fortunate, as pretty, or as feminine as you. She turned to Ann, and asked, "may I use your dungeon for a few minutes to teach this little foul mouthed bitch a little respect?" Ann replied, "Certainly, lets go back down the lift, Heather you can come too!" We all rode down the lift one at a time, and Ann led the way to the basement "Play Room" or dungeon as Lady "V" called it. As soon as we entered the dungeon, Lady "V" ooed and ahed over all the equipment. "This is fantastic, she said, It has as much equipment as most B&D club I have been in!" She strolled around the room for a few minutes examining the equipment, then stopped right under the electric hoist. "This will do fine, she uttered, "Gina, get your pretty little ass over here." "Ann, can I borrow a set of suspension cuffs" she asked. Ann walked over to a peg board where all sorts of implements, bondage items, and toys were hanging and brought back a pair of leather cuffs with "D" rings attached. Ann even put them on Gina's wrist while Lady "V" was selecting other items from a peg board filled with canes, crops, whips and paddles. Ann asked me to "bring down the "Hook" from the ceiling I was barely able to take a step or two with out falling over until I had the hoist controller in my hand that was hanging from the hoist to help keep my balance. I pressed the "down" button until the hook on the hoist cable was about head high. Ann attached the ends of a double ended clip onto each of her cuffs, and I pushed the "UP" button until Gina's arms were fully extended. Lady "V" came over with a rattan cane, a "flogger" made of many strips of suede leather attached to a wooden handle, a "paddle" like instrument made if sturdy steel wire twisted around in a paddle shape, much like a devise used to beat the dust out of a rug. She also had two bull whips, one being three feet long, and the other a six footer. Lady "V" laid the instruments down on a small table close to the suspended girl. She reached for the hoist controller, and gave the "UP" button several more "taps" until Gina's toes were barely touching the floor! First Lady "V" picked up the flogger, and tested it by slapping it against her arm. She dropped that down on the floor with a disgusted remake TOO tame." Then she picked up the wire paddle, swung it a few times in the air, then said, "THIS will do for starters!" She stood to one side of Gina, and aimed at the side of her ass, and swung several practice swings ending close to but not touching Gina's side butt checks. She applied two strong swats to each side of Gina's ass. After each stroke, Gina cried, and twisted her body from side to side. After the fourth stroke, Lady "V" laid down the wire paddle saying it was not effective enough. Then she picked up the rattan cane, and "whipped it through the air". Then, she positioned herself to one side of Gina's body and took several test swings, coming close but not touching the skin. Then she did a little tap dance against Gina's ass, then on the forth tap, she reared her arm back, and planted a "cut" right in the middle of Gina's ass. The "yelp" from Gina was almost blood curdling to me, but I noticed that Ann was in heaven by the way her eyes were turn up in their sockets, and a smile was on her face. Lady "V" repeated with four more strokes on Gina's ass. And then she was done. I watched as five distinct red "welts " began to appear equally spaced from the lowest part of her ass, close to the crack that formed between the legs and ass checks, then on up to the middle of her ass! Poor Gina was dancing and hopping around in a circle under the hoist and several times lifted her legs up to just hang from her arms. It took a full four minutes before she calmed down. During that time, Lady "V" was picking up the three foot bull whip, swung it and cracked it in the air several times and discarded it saying, "Too wimpy!" Then she picked up the six foot bull whip, and tested it like the small one. The sound of the cracks in the air were ear splitting, but Lady "V" just shook her head up and down, and said, "This will do nicely! I could tell by the nearly parallel marks on Gina's ass and the way that she swung the bull whip, that she was an expert at corporal punishment. Lady "V" twisted Gina's body around until she was facing Ann, which gave her the necessary clearance to wield the whip with maximum force and yet not hit us innocent spectators. Lady "V" took a wide stance, and yelled, "Gina, are you ready?" "Please no," she begged, "Not the bull whip!" I don't think that remark was heard since Lady "V" had already started her arm going back, then flying down to land in the small of Gina's Back .Gina let out loud "blood curdling" scream that was deafening. I glanced over at Ann, and sure enough her eyes had rolled up, and she started to shake all over, and she uttered, "Oh, Yes", do it again!" Lady "V" already had the whip end laying on the floor, and was shaking it to get the balance of the whip just right. She immediately brought her arm back over her head, took careful aim, and released another lash against Gina's Back. Another blood curdling scream emanated from Gina throat, but not quite as loud as the first. Again I looked at Ann, and she was shaking a little more and moaning, "Oh yes, again, that is such sweet music!" I noticed another welt forming parallel and about four inches above the first. Lady "V" let the end of the whip lay on the floor a little longer this time while she moved the end of the whip back and forth on the floor. As soon as Gina stopped twisting back and forth, Lady "V" started the next swing. Again she took careful aim, and placed another welt equally spaced up Gina's back. That scream from Gina was a little softer, but still blood curdling. Again, Ann was shaking violently, and her knees were bent almost collapsing on the floor. I looked back at Lady "V", and she also was swooning and starting to shake violently. Gina pleaded, "Please no more," but Lady "V" shouted, "I am just getting started!" Again she brought her arm back over her head an unleashed the hardest swing possible with the full strength of her arm and a flick of her wrist! It landed again parallel the the last one. Gina let out another scream louder than the first, then slumped down and hung from her wrist. I was standing closer than anyone, so I took three quick steps and grabbed her, and lowered the hoist down until she was laying flat on the floor. I looked over at Ann, and saw her in the throws of a massive orgasm! Looking over at Lady "V", she also had violent spasms , but her hand was up her skirt "doing what comes naturally"! I don't think I ever was or would be in the company of two such sadistic women at one time ever before or since. Finally, Lady "V" got up released the cuffs from the hoist hook, and lifted Gina onto the bondage table, and caressed her sore ass and kept kissing her saying, I didn't mean that, I am sorry, and other pleadings. I noticed that Ann was up and bringing a wet towel. Lady "V" rolled her over on her face, and asked for some rubbing alcohol, and "smelling salts". Ann dashed upstairs, and came back with the alcohol and a wash rag, but said there wasn't any smelling salts, but at that moment, Gina was coming around. When Gina recovered enough, Ann Helped her up and lead her to the stairway, and helped her up the stairs. In the kitchen, Ann poured us all coffee, and set out a plate of cookies. She also had a manila envelope full of information about the Pony races. While we all took a rest, especially Gina, they discussed the rules and procedure for the up coming race. When they were ready to leave, it was past 3 PM, and we were all very tired especially Gina! On the way out the door, Lady "V" said, "We definitely will be entering the race!" Ann told me that we were going to the drag show that night, and I have made a beauty shop appointment for you at 4 o'clock with Jackie. So get changed, but keep the boots on and lets go. We arrived at the beauty shop at the appointment time, and Jackie was waiting for us. Jackie asked what did I want to look like for tonight. But Ann spoke up, and said we are going to a Drag show, so we don't want Heather to compete against those heavily made up Queens! Just a light make over to make her look very feminine, but a hair do that is out of this world. Jackie thought for a minute or so, and responded. "I think I know exactly how to make Heather look her best, and yet a touch of "slutty" but a virginal innocent look!" "I like the way you think"' Ann replied. Jackie put my hair up in curlers, and placed my under the dryer. Another attendant started to redo my nails. After a comb out, and a heavy spraying of hair spray I saw that Jackie had styled my hair in a 50's Bouffant style. Then she added my make up and I saw in the mirror that she had added medium length eye lashes, and very subtle dark pink rouge to my cheeks. My eyebrows were black thin lines that accentuated my eyelashes. The lipstick was a very dark red shade that screamed, "fuck my mouth!" Ann spoke up and said, "Jackie you have out done yourself today that is positively the look I wanted. She paid the bill, and gave Jackie a "very" nice tip. Back home, Ann said, "Lets go upstairs and get you dressed." She helped me up the stairs and into my bedroom. All she said was "Strip completely." Then she reached into her purse, and pulled out a butt plug, lubed it up and said, "Bend over." I did as told, and she gently eased the medium size butt plug into my male pussy. "Now", she said, "You wont be able to have sex with any of those male strippers!" I blushed a little at her remark, but knew that she really did not mean it. She went to my closet and retrieved from the top shelf a box of mini pads then got a pair of hot pink panties from my under ware drawer, placed the pad into the crotch, and had me put them on. She explained, "We don't want that lube on the plug staining your pretty pink panties, now do we?" I shook my head "NO". Next, she found a Black "Push-up bra, and some silicone pads to "fill me out. The bra was a 34 "C" cup, and Ann remarked lets see how you handle "C" cup breasts before your surgery. Next she went to the closet, and pulled out a 50's style Pink poodle skirt with ribbons around the flared dress hem. She also found two crinoline slips then put the slip on me, and the skirt over them. This made the skirt flare out about three and a half feet wide! Then she found a pink angora short sleeved sweater to pull over my head. It fortunately had a deep "V" plunge in the front that helped to prevent messing my hair while pulling it on. Then she demanded ,"Turn around and let me see how retro 50's style looks on you!" She comment, "Perfect!" Lastly, she put on some medium length dangling rhinestone earrings, and a rhinestone choker on my neck, and then rhinestone bracelet on my wrist. I had to admit, I looked just like those old photos I had seen from Ann's mother's album. I felt like I was going to attend a "sock hop" from a 50's high school. Ann popped her head in to my bedroom, and said, "Time to go!" I wobbled out the door, and Ann took my arm and helped me down the hallway and the stairs. Tom helped me into the car, and we were off. It took 45 minutes to drive downtown to the "Club". It was close to 10 PM, and the cashier asked us our names. Tom just spoke up and said I am Dr. Tom Smith, my wife Ann...and the ticket person stopped Tom and said, "We are expecting you, George and Amanda saw your reservation, and told me to "comp" you!" He then leaned back and hollered, "Jake, take Dr. Smith his wife and daughter to their table. Ann grumbled, "I am not old enough to be Heather's mother!" We sat down, at our table, and Tom ordered drinks for us. Before the drinks arrived, Amanda appeared and welcomed us. She chatted with Ann for a few minutes until our drinks arrived. Then she picked up the tab and signed it and gave it back to our waiter. The waiter smiled at me, and with a limp wrist touching me said, "What do we have here, a girl from the past, I see...or is it a boy!" Now this waiter was good, he read me perfectly, and yet was very diplomatic about it. I smiled looked at him and took his limp hand and kissed it as a thank you! I am Becky, your waiter, make that your some time waitress. He sure had a sense of humor rather charming and could probably "pass" when dressed. Within a few minutes, the show started, and just as Amanda had said at my welcoming home party, the show was long and with plenty of drag queens. The comic relief was also very good as were some of the more exotic dancers. They all had very heavy make up, long false eyelashes, wigs combed up high on top of their heads, long finger nails, and outrageous jewelry. The show took over an hour and a half and all of us enjoyed the Queens and their costumes. When the show ended, Ann said, "Lets go upstairs and see the male strippers. We walked towards the stairway, and found that we were following a group of cross dressers, men, and a very few women. We entered into the huge room and saw six raised small round platforms scattered around and near the outside of the room. Each platform had a shinny chrome pole rising from the platform floor and into the ceiling. There were three white men and three black men dancing on them. That was not quite true, since most of them were just walking around or swinging around their pole. Only one or two was actual dancing to the loud music, I looked around a little more and noticed a platform in the center of the ring, but no dancer on it. Ann motioned us to follow her and we went to a platform in the back of the room with no crowd around him. I immediately saw what everyone was looking at, these men were all hung like horses! After another spin around and sizing up the men, this one in front of us was the least endowed of the lot, possibly 11 to 12 inches long, semi erect. Even from the distance, I could see that the other males cocks were from 12 to 14 inches long, semi erect. Then I noticed, that they all stopped moving for a few seconds, and grabbed their member and gave it a few "pumping" stroke to keep them ridged or semi hard. Ann leaned over to me and whispered, "I have never seen cocks as big as every one of them," Now, Heather don't think about trying to suck anyone's dick here, you know they are all gay, and who knows what disease they might have. I realized what Ann meant, but I also had no desire to see if I could suck one of them. It would be fruitless trying to deep throat any of those cock down to their crotch! Just at that time we heard a commotion coming from the back of the room, and looked back and saw another Black man approaching the center round platform. He took two steps up the back of the platform, turned around facing the crowd, pulled off his thong. Out dropped the largest cock I had ever seen up to that point. As he stroked his cock to semi rigid it grew to at least by my estimation 15 inched. I could only guess that full erect, it would exceed 16 inches. By the way his hand never fully encircled his member, I again estimated it was at least 6 inches in diameter. Ann stood at awe at this huge black man with a horse cock dangling from his crotch, I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Do you think your "pussy" could take his cock!" "Hell no!" "That monster would go in me up and out my mouth with plenty hanging out!" I was thinking, that cock gives a new meaning to being "Split Roasted". Just then, Tom came close and almost shouted so we could hear him, "It is time we were leaving." We followed Tom out to the car with Ann holding my arm for support. The drive back home seemed very long, with only several comments about those huge penises we witnessed. Ann spoke up, and said, "Now heather, don't go to bed dreaming about deep "throat-ing" any of those cocks. I responded, that would be a nightmare for me! I could never get any of them deep enough in my mouth to to get them off! Then The last one I probably could not even get in my mouth. And, did you see the "balls" on that last one, when he cums, he could probably drown a whale! The next day, on Sunday morning, Ann took me back up to the Attic, and told me to start walking again. She explained you notice that every morning, you loose a little bit of your walking time. I responded, "yes". Now just image how much endurance you will loose in the two weeks during your surgery, and recuperation. What we need to do now, is build up the greatest endurance from now, until the surgery. She flicked the treadmill switch "on" and then watched me walk for about two minutes. Then she went over to the control box and increased the belt speed. It was only about 50 % faster, and I did not have much trouble keeping up, but after about 2 minutes, I realized I was tiring out faster. That first set I tired out after six minutes. That was down from the 14 minutes the day before and the 12 minutes that I should have started today. Ann also reminded me that I had stopped by noon, and I probable would have lasted only 10 minutes today. Then she added, "Now the speed is up 50%, so that would be about right for your endurance. Hopefully, you will be able to keep up, and increase your endurance even faster now. The next day she came up with a tray, covered with a towel and set it down and pulled a ladder over to the far side of the belt just under a hook that I had not noticed before. She picked up a short chain from the tray, climbed the ladder, and hung the chain over the hook. Then she removed an enema bag from the tray, and attached it to the chain with a double ended clip. The bag was just about two feet above my head with a long white hose hanging from it ending at a long enema nozzle. I begged Ann, "Please, no, not my monthly period!" "Not while walking on the tread mill!" "Yes, it has been 29 days since your last period, and it is now time to start again!" she responded. "Just keep walking, and I will prep you." She took a pitcher from the tray that was about half full, climbed the ladder, and emptied its contents into the bag. Then she retrieved a "Super Plus" tampon from the tray applied KY to it and while I was still walking inserted it into my rectum, pushed the plunger, and I felt the tampon slide deep into me. She lifted the hose and nozzle to a vertical upright position, opened the clamp until several drops of the enema solution dripped out. Slowly she pushed the tube into me until the nozzle slid next to the tampon. then, she released to clamp a little to dampen the tampon then pushed the nozzle all the way in. I really hatted what I knew she was going to do...she opened the clamp about half way, and I felt the solution rush into my bowels. I almost fell over at that point, but was able to recover enough to keep walking. I could feel the solution flowing into me since it was much warmer than my body. When the bag gurgled empty, I felt a tingle of cramps. I told Ann I was getting the cramps. "Good," she said, as she closed the clamp, and pulled out the nozzle, "Girls are supposed to have cramps during their period!" I continued walking with the uncomfortable feeling of cramps until lunch. Ann came up and helped me off of the tread mill and onto the lift and told me to go to my bathroom and relieve myself of the enema and tampon. "I will allow you to eat lunch before inserting the next tampon, " she said. I thanked her, then ate my two hard boiled eggs, and two slices of dry whole wheat toast. Then she took me into my bathroom, made me bend over the toilet and complete the procedure but with one and three quarters quarts of solution. I continued my afternoon walk until the three o'clock break. She came up and told me it was easier to continue my period in my bathroom, "So go down to your bathroom and expel the tampon and solution."This time she added 2 full quarts, then picked up a bottle of vodka, measured out 5 ounces and added it to the contents of the bag! "This is just a little bonus for you, I trust that you will enjoy it!" she added. She completed the routine, then told me to go back up and finish your afternoon walk. I had a little trouble getting up on the tread mill while retaining two quarts plus in me, but managed it without a leak. I immediately started cramping, and after about twenty minutes felt light headed, and had a little trouble keeping my Ballet girl postur