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Hippos - Part 1 (MF, S&M, bond)
by Anonymous (c) 1994

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The Training Farm


	The early morning sun came through the window of the stall.
I was able to see my surroundings much better than when I was
brought here the previous night. My arms were drawn behind my back,
and secured in a formidable slave harness. Leather straps
crisscrossed my torso, which were attached to a wide belt around
my waist. I had struggled for several hours to free myself but I
eventually realized that it was useless. The harness was absolutely
escape-proof.

	A rubber-covered metal bit had been placed in my mouth as far
back as it could possibly go. A leather bridle was fitted tightly
around my head. A pair of leather sandals completed the outfit.
Like everything else, they were impossible for me to remove by
myself.

	The stall was bare except for the straw on the floor. In the
corner were the troughs for food and water. These were empty. My
stomach growled. I had not had anything to eat nor drink for at
least a day.

	The door to the stall was a "Dutch door" style. I pushed on
the door. Both sections were bolted from the outside.

	As I walked around the stall something would brush my buttocks
ever so slightly. I turned my head around as far as I could and saw
that it was a large horse's tail! It seemed to be attached to the
back of the belt near my own tailbone. As I would move, the tail
would swish back and forth. The tail also had a practical
application. Since I could not use my arms, the tail assisted in
helping me maintain my balance as I walked.

	Soon, I heard the bolts being drawn back. The door opened. I
slowly walked through the open doorway of the stall.

	My trainer stood holding a pair of reins. These were then
attached to my bridle, and I was lead outside to a grassy area just
outside the barn.

	In the center of the grass was a cart similar to a racing
sulky. I was placed between the two poles and firmly secured to
them.

	My trainer produced a pair of foam plugs and placed them into
my ears. Then, two pieces of wax were also used to ensure that I
could hear only the very loudest of sounds.

	Finally, a blindfold was placed over my eyes. One by one, my
senses were being taken away from me, and making me more helpless.

	I could feel the sulky move. My trainer was climbing into the
seat. Then I felt the reins snap a bit. I was still confused from
the lack of sight and sound, so I didn't move. That was a mistake.

	Suddenly I felt a whip strike between my shoulder blades. I
jerked about as best as I could but I was fastened too well. A
second stroke from the whip convinced me to begin pulling the
sulky. My legs pushed against the ground. First the right leg then
the left. I was pulling not only the weight of the sulky, but my
trainer's as well. It was difficult starting, but once I was able
to get some momentum I was able to move forward with much more
ease.

	We were going down some sort of road or trail. The sandals
kept my feet from being hurt by the small stones that were on the
ground. I felt a rightward pull on the reins. I knew that I was
being given instructions to start turning in that direction.
However, I responded too slowly and I felt the whip once again.

	We continued for quite some time on the trail. I would feel
the reins' movement and I would turn in the appropriate direction.
As long as I obeyed my trainer's directions, I would be lead down
a path free of ruts and stones. I had found this out the hard way.
At one point I was too slow in making my turn. I had scraped
against a thorn bush on the side of the trail. Obviously, these
had been deliberately planted so that a lesson in obedience would
be taught.

	The sweat was pouring off my body. I felt the stinging as it
entered the cuts from the thorn bush and the whip. My breathing was
becoming more labored. I was reaching my limits of endurance. My
trainer must have detected this also. 

	Finally, the reins were pulled back, telling me to stop. I was
then released from the sulky and taken back to the barn. However,
the blindfold and earplugs were not removed. I was cooled down and
lead into the stall. My bit was removed and my head was directed
to the feeding troughs. I lowered my face and I discovered fresh
food and water. I was so hungry and thirsty, I forgot any sense of
pride and ate and drank my fill. Once I was finished, the bit was
replaced.

	The sulky training was repeated twice more that day. I soon
learned that as long as trusted my trainer and obeyed the reins and
whip, I would avoid any serious injury.

	For the next three days I was in darkness and silence. My
trainer would change the routes of the sulky training so that I
could not memorize the paths. I was totally dependent on my trainer
for directions. I also had to vary my pace from time to time.
Sometimes I went at a leisurely pace. Sometimes I had to go at full
speed, with my trainer using the whip to make me go ever faster.
The length of the rides were also increased. My endurance was
improving with each ride.

	On the fourth morning, the blindfold was removed. I was
somewhat disoriented since I had become accustomed to being in
darkness. The plugs remained in my ears however.

	During this ride I was able to get an impression of the size
and complexity of the farm and trails. The farm had not only fields
for crops, but there was a small lake and a heavily wooded area as
well. It seemed to be located in a small valley, obviously isolated
from any towns. The trails crisscrossed the farm and the valley.
They went around the lake and through the woods as well as into the
fields. It was actually quite beautiful. 

	The training process continued much the same way as before,
but now I could see things that if I would have seen before, I
would have rebelled against my trainer.

	Besides the ruts, stones, and thorn bushes, we would
occasionally come across a snake or a small animal like a skunk.
Although they wouldn't hurt me, I would have been startled enough
to balk at going any further. Who knows how many times I had come
near these creatures?

	I was getting into the habit of anticipating my trainer's
commands, which was not a very wise thing to do. I would see a
curve ahead of me and I would start to make the turn without
waiting for my trainer to make the proper pull on the reins. I then
felt the reins jerked back hard, telling me to stop. The reins were
then pulled right, left, up, down, and back several times. Then the
whip struck me between the shoulder blades. The point of the lesson
was clear...I was to obey my trainer. I was to respond to the reins
and not think for myself.

	Three more days went by as I gradually built up more stamina.
My legs had ached the first couple of days, but now they were
starting to get used to the workload.

	The next morning, the wax and the foam plugs were removed from
my ears. I was hooked up to the sulky and driven down the trails.
I could hear the singing of several different types of birds, and
the splashing of fish in the lake. As we came to a hilly area I
could hear something else.

	I could tell that it was just over one of the hills! It was
the sound of many cars and trucks. An interstate highway was
nearby!

END PART I