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Bill silenced the alarms notification that the appointed time of six thirty had arrived.
The next sound was of Monica sighing and then rolling over again she said into her pillow. "I think I'll stay in bed, Jennifer you go run in my place."
Bill chuckled and nudged Jennifer. Jennifer was in the grip of her usual morning fog, which took minutes, not seconds to clear asked. "Run where?"
Monica giggled and rolled out of bed. "Never mind. I'll run it myself."
Following Monica out of bed Bill used the toilet while Monica was gathering her shower supplies. Bill emerged from the toilet and then reminded them. "Short showers ladies. Short. Navy showers. Wet yourself down, then turn the water off and lather up."
"Can I get some help with that?" Monica asked playfully. Bill smacked her on the bottom as she pranced around nude.
Jennifer rose and grabbing her own shower kit followed Monica into the bathroom to use the toilet.
Bill had coffee going and some biscuits on the table when the girls emerged from the shower. Bill made a mental note to check the tanks. With only one hundred gallons of water in the tank, it could be gone in a flash if they weren't careful. It sounded like the girls were trying however, so he resolved to be tolerant. "Monica, wear your blue shorts and sports bra. Jennifer dress similarly. I should have gotten you a matching outfit, so you'll look like her pit crew at the race. Wear running shoes, both of you."
"Goody, that means Jennifer can adjust the tail when I come in for a pit stop." Monica joked as Jennifer rolled her eyes and shook her head no.
Heading to the shower to see to his own needs, Bill quickly showered and then shaved before dressing for the day in comfortable pants and a cotton button down shirt in a shade of blue that almost matched the clothing the girls wore.
Emerging from the RV at just after eight am, Jennifer carried Monica's bag with her pony kit in it. Bill walked with them through the house and then down to the track. Going into the barn, they found Mistress Elizabeth waiting for them. "Good, Monica, and you have help. Heather is helping Karen suit up, and get settled. For the weigh in at nine, we won't bother with the tail, we'll just have it ready."
Edward walked out of another stall and said "Mistress, Karen is prepared."
From behind him came Heather. Jennifer smiled at her and waved a little. Heather smiled back and nodded. After competing with someone in a deep throat contest, they are either bitter enemies, or friends. Heather was a friend. "Hi Jen. Glad you could make it."
"Hi Heather, I wouldn't miss watching her run for the world." Jen answered.
Monica was shown into her stall, or it would be hers after all the races, after her weigh in when she went to the track another set, this one male would be suiting up for the race.
Monica stripped down and began stretching out before suiting up. She only stretched lightly, wanting to wait and do the rest later after the weigh in while they were calculating how much weight each competitor would carry. Finally she rose as Edward and Bill started to strap her into her harness.
Heather and Jennifer waited until they were done, and began to lace the long boots. Jennifer took special care in making sure they were right. She knew that there wouldn't be much time after the weigh in to do much more than a few minor adjustments.
Monica seemed to be getting herself into role as she was suited up. Her features seemed more focused. More directed. As a voice called down the stables that there were only ten minutes left to the weigh in, Monica stood up. Smiling down at Jennifer and Heather she said. "Thanks everyone, I do appreciate it."
Heather and Jennifer just nodded as they got up. Edward and Heather left to see what else needed to be done. According to the schedule there were two Circle B runners in this event, Karen was outside when Monica stepped out holding her tail in her hand.
Bill and Jennifer helped Monica push her Bike down the stable towards the weigh in scale. Elizabeth was walking with Karen giving her some advice, and nodding once in a while.
Master Keith stood at the end with Master Paul. "OK Subs, we're here for the first heat weigh in. This is going to help make the race as fair as possible, by making sure each contestant is pulling the same weight."
Paul stepped forward and said. "I'll call each of you forward in order. For this race, the Bar D has three competitors and the Circle B has two. The line up is also on the schedule, Bar D has the odd slots, B has the evens." He stepped back and called "Slave Carol."
A blond with dark roots stepped forward pulling her bike by hand. Two others helped her arrange it on the scale, and then stepped off the scale plate. Another small woman was standing next to her, obviously her rider.
"Slave Carol's weight is two hundred and eighty five pounds." Paul said reading the digital read out on the scale. "Thank you Slave Carol next is Submissive Monica."
Pushing the cart forward Jennifer and Bill stepped back once it was on the platform. Elizabeth stood next to Monica on the scale whispering to Monica. She looked very much like a horse trainer whispering calming words to a champion Mare before the big race.
"Submissive Monica weighs in at two hundred seventy two pounds." Paul called reading the large digital numbers. Notes were made on several clipboards.
They pushed Monica's bike off so the next three could be weighed and Bill paid only scant attention to it. After the remainder were weighed Paul approached with some black metal weights. "Submissive Monica, your handicap for this race is seventeen pounds. Would you like me to assist in the mounting of the weight?"
"Thank you sir, but I think I can manage." Monica said.
"Great, post time is in less than an hour. Parade is in thirty minutes." Paul said moving to the next competitor.
"Only seventeen pounds Monica, that's good." Jennifer said hopefully.
"Yeah, Bill, while I stretch, could you mount it as low as you can, make sure it doesn't touch the wheels even if it wiggles some." Monica said moving back towards the stable with Elizabeth.
Jennifer looked at Bill and got a small nod. She followed Monica down the stable and helped tighten the various straps that were left loose as Monica flexed and stretched. She did more twisting and turning trying to find any binding before the track parade. Sounds of people talking outside drifted in the window of the stable. Monica bent over the padded sawhorse and received her tail, and those straps were tightened.
Monica went through the flex and shake routine and nodded at Mistress Elizabeth. "I think we're good Mistress."
"Good Monica, I don't need to tell you but remember that if you feel something pulling or problematic, stop so we can fix it. There is time for one more quick set of adjustments just before post time." Elizabeth said as her hands flew over Monica's straps.
Monica nodded as her head harness and bit were inserted. Then she walked out and down to where her bike was. She bent to examine where Bill had secured the weights. Over the wheels, just inside the frame. He had tightened them, and then taped them on with duct tape. Monica looked up at him and smiled around her bit nodding slightly. She turned and knelt on one knee allowing Jennifer and Elizabeth to attach the pulling arms to the harness. Monica stood and then moved her hands to the grips, the only concession that she was really human in the sport, and began to walk the cart out.
Jennifer was on one side of her Elizabeth walked along the other side. Monica joined the rest of the competitors and was moved into place. As the second name called, she would be one position out from the inside.
Jennifer strained and listened to Elizabeth talk to Monica. "Remember that we need a fast start, we have to be far enough ahead at the curve to stay in front of the third cart, and ready to pass the inside slot. I'll be watching to make sure we don't crowd her, or foul her otherwise."
Jennifer looked at Bill and then heard an announcer over a PA system welcome everyone to the Memorial Day handicap pony races. He described the efforts the competitors go through to get here, and that these athletes are all dedicated submissives and determined pony racers. Please remember that they are all doing this for the love of it, and we should give them love back.
Jennifer leaned in and whispered to Monica. "Are you OK?"
Monica looked at Jennifer with love in her eyes and nodded once.
At the call for the parade, Monica and the other ponies knelt and their jockeys were mounted on the cart. Jennifer escorted the cart out into the sun and was momentarily blinded by the sunlight which was now well up over the trees. She waited at the entrance to the track and looked around for Bill. He was standing right behind her.
"She'll be find Jen, she's focused, and she's ready." Bill said.
"I know; I'm just anxious for her I guess." Jennifer said looking at the crowd. There were about three hundred people in the stands already with more filling in and more coming down the field towards the track. All of those in the stands were clapping and cheering. Monica followed the others around in the peculiar high stepping gait of the pony girls. Each time one took a step, their tails swished in the air.
As the racer passed the start and finish line the announcer would give the racers name, and their ranch. Jennifer tuned it all out, focusing on Monica. Watching for any sign of discomfort or a needed adjustment.
As the racers walked around the track the announcer informed the waiting crowd that this was race number one of four. Jennifer turned and saw more people headed into the barn; apparently the male racers were up next.
Jennifer turned back in time to watch Monica stepping around the track approaching the near corner. Nodding to Jennifer and Bill she continued the prancing gait with Mistress Elizabeth in the seat. Heather rode the other cart for Karen. As the five approached the start line, they adjusted their positions. Monica flexed and seemed to settle down. As the last cart moved into position a tape was raised and the competitors were urged to approach it. The tape was suspended between two poles on either side of the track; they swung up to stop at about chest height.
"They're approaching the gate." The announcer said.
The Judges walked the line once and held up a green flag. Two seconds later there was a loud bell and the tape dropped quickly driven down by spring force. The Racers strained forward pulling hard against the carts, and started running in a couple steps.
Monica and the girl on the outside moved to a quick lead, the girl on the outside was about even with Monica going into the first turn.
Monica didn't pay attention to that; she focused on running fast and picking her feet up quickly. She felt the familiar burning in her legs and lungs as she strained to breath around the bit. Drool ran down her chin and she came out of the first turn still even with the girl from the outside position. The others were straggling behind now, and Monica dug deeper demanding more from herself.
Elizabeth was watching the runner, guiding Monica to the inside when it was safe to do so without falling.
Jennifer was screaming. "Go Monica, run."
Bill was cheering alongside her.
The crowd was screaming, "Go, run. Go."
Monica was a bit ahead as she dug down and pumped her legs faster. Not being able to move your arms made the cart more difficult to pull. On the other hand, keeping the cart moving once it was going wasn't too bad. Elizabeth pulled on the right reign, wanting Monica to ease out a bit, and Monica did without looking.
As they exited the turn, Monica's legs were burning and her chest was heaving trying to get more air. The bit made it so difficult to breath. She had only half the straightaway left. She pumped her legs faster, demanding more from herself. She felt Elizabeth pull back on the reigns slightly. She resisted at first, demanding more speed, and then slacked up slightly. She crossed the finish line, her chest breaking through a thin white ribbon put in place in lieu of the starting tape, which she ran across without slowing.
As she crossed the line, she began to slow down. Picking up a light jog, and then a slightly unsteady walk. She could hear the crowd, but she could hear Elizabeth speaking. "Very good Monica, great run girl." Monica nodded, and continued walking. She walked past the crowd on the backside and then turned to pass before them once again. She knew she would stop and wave at the crowd, and then finish her walking cool down.
Jennifer stared wide-eyed at the ponies. She had just seen five women run by almost completely naked, with tails hanging out of their Asses, and it was incredible. There was no way she could ever describe the feeling of watching this race. Sure, there was a tiny part of her that felt it was sexist, but the biggest feeling was pride. These women were so certain of themselves, so sure of themselves, they were willing to parade around naked like that. Jennifer finally understood the reaction she had gotten from Bill two weeks ago when she had asked him how much they paid someone to do this. No amount of money could ever get the determination that the women had on their faces.
Jennifer waited and when Monica came off the track, she escorted her to the barn and back to floor right before the stall. At the other end, the men were suited up, or perhaps stripped down was a better way to describe it. They were getting weighed and checked by the judges.
Monica knelt and allowed Mistress Elizabeth to exit the cart. As Elizabeth stepped down she was still praising and coaching Monica. "I pulled you out and back a bit dear because I want them confident going into the final. I didn't want them to know your true capability."
Monica nodded as Jennifer undid the head harness and removed her bit. "Thank you Mistress."
"You're most welcome dear. Now if you'll excuse me, I am also riding Jack's cart." Elizabeth said as she went to get weighed again. Jennifer and Bill helped Monica get free from the Bike while Heather and Edward helped Karen out of her head harness.
"Karen, you did great out there. I heard you finish right behind me." Monica said to her fellow Circle B runner.
"Monica, congratulations on the win, and good luck this afternoon. You were right, it's a hell of a thrill running out there." Karen said smiling.
Monica grinned back. "Almost as good as sex huh?"
"Not even close. By the way, do you know if Python was planning on attending this weekend?" Karen asked.
Jennifer turned and stared at Karen in disbelief. If I had been out there running around half naked, the last thing on my mind would be finding a guy with a garden hose for a cock to bang me."
"No idea." Monica said as she turned to enter the stall and get out of her harness.
As the pulled the straps from her and got her freed from the harness, Monica stepped forward and bent over the sawhorse again. Jennifer hesitated, and then sighing stepped forward and started to work the tail out of her friend. "This thing really sits in there doesn't it?"
"Yeah, I had this one custom made, smaller shank, but standard mushroom to keep it in better." Monica said.
Jennifer managed to get the tail out of her friend and was standing wondering what to do with it when Monica stood and started to laugh. "I'll take it. There should be a sink here to clean it."
Jennifer started to blush and turned to find Bill grinning at her. "It's not funny. I just didn't know what to do with it."
"The look on your face was precious." Bill said as he collected the straps. Monica returned and laid the now cleaned plug on the harness. Then she sat on a stool and started to unlace her boots.
"Why do you wear boots, it would seem that the better costume would be running shoes?" Jennifer asked.
"You mean you never read the book?" Monica asked.
"What book?"
"Oh my God. Bill get her a copy, quick." Monica said smiling.
"You mean there's a manual about being a pony girl?"
"Sort of." Monica said smiling.
Jennifer resolved not to question this any more. She decided that some things are better left unsaid, and other things are better left unknown.
Monica dressed in her shorts and sports bra, and then the trio went to watch the men race. Monica sat comfortably and waited. Jennifer kept glancing up nervously, and fumbling with the bag of Monica's gear.
"Something wrong Jennifer?" Monica asked.
"I'm not sure I want to see five guys with erection control devices running past me." Jennifer admitted.
Monica laughed and told her to enjoy the race, and cheer for our friends.
The second group of racers came out of the barn for parade and the race while the third group was suiting up. Jennifer watched the men's event, and then they anxiously awaited the female event.
The third event's women walked out doing the same high stepping walk. Monica pointed out the "peroxide blond" Slave Sindy, who was her biggest competition.
"You ran your lap in a minute and twelve seconds Monica. That's fast isn't it?" Jennifer asked.
"Yeah, I could have knocked a second or two off, but Elizabeth pulled me up to keep some in reserve." Monica replied.
The race started and Jennifer saw the women straining to get the carts moving and then she saw that the blond was fast. She was first off the line, a huge burst of power to get the cart moving. Then she was fast around the track. Bill touched his watch as she finished and glanced at it.
"Monica, she ran it in a minute eleven." Bill said. "She's fast.
Monica nodded and then smiled. "I just beat her."
"What do you mean?" Jennifer asked.
"She didn't let up, not one bit. She was still leaning forward as she crossed the finish line, leaning into the weight of the bike and the jockey. That was her very best time, I can beat her now." Monica explained.
Jennifer held Monica's hand as they watched the males race their final heat. Then the announcer said that the final races would be at four this afternoon, and please come back to see the champions race. Then the announcer reminded the spectators that the demonstrations of team Pony Girls would be the pre-race entertainment.
They went up to lunch and Monica accepted well wishes from a number of people. The lobby held the names of the people who had qualified for the final. This time there was three from the Circle B, and two from the Bar D who had qualified for the final race.
Monica had a baked potato and a salad for lunch. She ate and then excused herself to the bathroom after taking a small bag from her kit bag Jennifer still carried for her. Jennifer and Bill waited in the lobby for her and after a short while Jennifer started to get concerned.
"Do you think something's wrong?" Jennifer asked.
"No, I think she's giving herself an enema or perhaps two." Bill answered softly.
"Why?" Jennifer asked.
"It gives her less weight, among other benefits." Bill answered.
Jennifer turned and saw Monica emerge with the same small bag, empty. Monica tucked it into the big bag and nodded at Bill.
They walked down to the track again and Monica took some enjoyment watching the demonstration of paired pony girls. Two Dom's were driving chariots through an obstacle course, really a series of stakes, which if touched by the slightest breeze would fall over. The girls were blindfolded, and all commands came through the leads.
"Now that's impressive." Monica said.
"Yeah, that's amazing." Jennifer admitted.
The ponies were high stepping as they moved around the track cutting left and right as they moved through the staked serpentine.
Those left in the stands were clapping and cheering as the ponies were then turned to leave the track.
"Monica, we have an hour and a half until your race. Time to start getting ready." Bill said.
"Yeah, let's go check the bike, and then I'll get suited up, or strapped up, or whatever we should call it." Monica said.
Jennifer watched as Monica went over the bike, the weights had been removed. New weights were waiting for her. "Only eight pounds this time Monica. That should be better right?"
"Yeah, we'll put them in the same place." Monica said. She strapped the dead weight on the main support bar; left and right of the seat the jockey rode in, and made sure they were secure with duct tape.
Taking a can of sewing machine oil from her bag, she put a few drops into the wheel axles and spun the wheels. Satisfied with the free spinning wheels, she turned and nodded at Bill.
Elizabeth showed up and the four of them went into the stall to get ready. Monica took a bottle of Afrin and gave her nose a quick squirt. "It opens the airway, makes it easier to breath." Monica explained to a confused Jennifer.
Stripping nude Monica began to stretch and flex. Doing jumping jacks to get her blood moving. She reached into her bag and put earphones on and began to listen to her iPod as she stretched.
Jennifer turned a questioning eye to Bill. "She's psyching herself up, getting her mind and body ready for this. She didn't do any of this in the morning, planning on holding something back obviously. Now, she'll have an easier time breathing, less weight, and a more focused mind. Don't ask her any questions when she takes the earphones off. Don't distract her."
Elizabeth was watching all this carefully. "She's about ready mentally, and physically, she should have eaten a light lunch."
"Baked Potato and a salad." Bill answered.
"Good, the Starches will be turning to sugar now, giving her more energy." Elizabeth said nodding.
Jennifer was again struck by the huge amount of effort Monica had put into this. It was obviously a hobby, but one she took seriously. She waited and Monica stepped forward and held her arms up. Bill and Elizabeth began to strap Monica into her harness. They used fingers to see that straps were tight, but not too tight. Monica turned and flexed and bent at the waist.
Then the part Jennifer had some experience at, lacing the boots. She worked on one while Bill did the other. Soon Monica was shod in her racing boots. A voice called out that parade was in twenty minutes.
Monica removed her earphones and turning laid across the sawhorse. Elizabeth gently inserted the tail and nodded when it was seated home. Monica stood and went through the flex and bend routine before nodding once and standing still. Elizabeth then connected the last straps, threading the tail through the straps easily.
Monica moved out of the stall holding her head harness and bit. She walked to her Bike and her eyes flicked over it one last time, looking for anything that would be a problem. As she looked up she smiled and walked to Karen and wished her luck. Then to the others she said. "Good luck everyone."
Walking back to her position as Bill had gotten the bike down off its jacks. Monica knelt and waited as Bill and Elizabeth hooked the cart to the harness. Monica put her head harness on, and accepted the bit between her teeth. Standing she allowed Elizabeth to connect the leads to her bit.
Elizabeth was talking softly to her pony now, telling Monica all the things that they were going to do, and had done. Bill and Jennifer waited.
"Racers, approach the door for parade." A voice called out. Jennifer walked along side Monica as they approached the door. Monica was still flexing and adjusting herself to the hard straps. She seemed to be quivering in expectation.
Once again the announcer was talking about the huge efforts the racers have put to get here, and advising everyone to give the ponies all the support you can. Jennifer heard the crowd cheering already as the track was prepared for the race. The parade followed and Jennifer walked with Monica to the track, stopping on the outside to stand with Bill once the racers had been lead through. Monica had the middle slot this time, her position based upon the times from the morning events.
Jennifer stood and watched her friend parade around the track, admiring the way that Monica's muscled form seemed to easily pull the cart with Elizabeth in it.
The racers approached the starting line after their parade and warm up. Again the strap was raised and as the ponies approached the strap the loudspeaker blared the traditional trumpet blare from the horseracing world. Jennifer shook her head in astonishment.
In a few seconds, the bell and the announcer shouted "And they're off." Jennifer was screaming for Monica to run. She couldn't tell how Monica was doing until the first turn, outside of the Slave Sindy, the others right behind her. Monica stayed with the blond through the turn and down the back straightaway, it wasn't until they reached the second turn that Jennifer could tell Monica had taken a slight lead, perhaps a step ahead of the blond. Monica had drool running down her chin and glistened with sweat as she powered through the corner headed for the finish line. The blond seemed to give a burst of speed but Monica matched it, and then poured even more energy into her running.
Jennifer felt her throat getting sore from shouting "Run Monica, run." The announcer had to call who won; Jennifer couldn't see the line well enough to tell.
"At the wire, it's Monica, Rebecca, Karen, Geneva, and Suzanne." The announcer said. "These results aren't official yet, so don't start paying off those bets just yet."
In a couple minutes the announcer said. "The results are official now, it's Monica, Rebecca, Karen, Geneva, and Suzanne. Congratulations to all our ponies, Subs, you did a great job, and should all be proud. One more round of applause as the ponies pass in review."
As Monica passed the line, she was turned to her left and stood for a moment while Elizabeth accepted a trophy from the judges there. Then she was lead back to the gate and towards the stable. Bill was waiting for her and walked on one side of Monica as Jennifer fell into step on the other. Monica was grinning hugely around her bit.
"Congratulations Monica, great job." Bill said reaching over and patting her on the shoulder.
"That was awesome Monica, I'm so proud of you." Jennifer said.
The crowd in the stands was still applauding as Monica entered the barn. She stopped near the stall and knelt to allow Elizabeth to exit the Bike. Then she stood while Bill and Jennifer unclipped her from the cart. Once free she threw her arms around Bill and then Jennifer in a group hug. Then she turned to Elizabeth and hugged her. Bill was unbuckling the head harness while Jennifer was still clapping with others in the barn.
As her harness came off, Monica smiled hugely and waved at everyone. Then she walked over to the other racers and thanked them for a great race. Thanking the crowd, she then walked into the stall followed closely by Bill and Jennifer.
Jennifer took the tail and walked off to wash it while Bill removed the harness and boots.
"OK, now I need as shower, do you think we have enough water in the RV or should I shower here." Monica asked.
"I think we can spare the water in the RV." Bill said smiling. "Then you can dress right there, we didn't bring fresh clothing."
Monica nodded and said. "That's the plan then sir."
Bill smacked her playfully on the ass and then told Elizabeth. "We have a cake at the RV. It's the Itasca on row four, I'll get the music playing."
"Great Bill, I'm sure most of us will want to stop by before dinner." Elizabeth said hugging Monica once more. "Monica, you have much to be proud of, you worked very hard to earn this." She handed Monica the trophy.
Jennifer looked at it, wondering what it could say without giving away the big secret of the Bondage Ranch's.
"Winner, Annual Memorial Day Weekend Race." Read the succinct message. On the top was a simple gold cup.
Jennifer beamed at her friend. She felt so proud of and happy for her.
Finished dressing finally Monica followed the others out of the barn as the Male racers did their after race victory lap. Monica asked someone who won, and upon hearing it was Jason from the Bar D, she nodded and said, "He's fast."
Back at the RV, the girls decided they both needed a shower, and Bill fired up the external sound system and laid out the cake. Glancing around he ducked inside to get some paper plates and forks for his soon to be arriving guests. He didn't see Jennifer, and sticking his head around the door to the bedroom still didn't see her. The water was off, and he peeked in the door to the bathroom, which was open. Inside, Jennifer was soaping up Monica while kissing her deeply.
Bill decided that if he said anything, then people would be eating the cake while the three of them tried to break the hydraulic leveling jacks. Turning away he smiled expecting a good night in a few hours.
Heather and Edward were outside as he arrived, and helped him lay out the plates and forks and napkins he had picked up with the cake.
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