I woke up still in my latex and wood prison. I couldn't know what time was it. The middle of the night? The morning? Midday because Samuel's alarm clock was broken? What if Samuel had had an accident I was going to be trapped there until sunday. That was terrible! I would lose three days of training! Also I had no water and blah... Kidding, my owner, who also happened to be by brother, phoned every morning.

I just waited. I wasn't tired, so I had slept seven or eight hours, maybe more. Actually, no one had told me how many hours was I sleeping per day. I just knew how many hours I used to spend outdoors because I could see the sun, and it's quite punctual. As I had nothing better to do I resumed the masturbating activities I had been performing before falling asleep. A slow massage on my clit could be quite pleasant and helped me starting the day in a good mood.

After a maybe long, maybe short while, Samuel unzipped the sack. He opened all the padlocks pinning my against the box. Then grabbing my breasts and squeezing them for no apparent reason he made me straighten my back so I was sitting with my legs at my sides. Placing his hand flat on my crotch he made me stand up. I could swear that he had slipped a finger into my clit ring, but I wasn't sure. His callous and strong hand on my softest skin was weird, though not strictly unpleasant.

To my surprise he unplugged my ass and filled the void with two nuckles of his middle finger. Just like that, pushing on my buttocks, treating me like a doll of sorts, he led me somewhere. After several steps walking over wood and straw he pushed down on my shoulders until I felt on my thighs the cushions of my seat. It was breakfast time.

He took off his finger out of my ass and brought it closer to my nose. Yes, there was shit inside my ass, quelle surprise. A loud “clanck” suggested that he had placed the metal bucket between my legs. Two taps on my puss with the riding crop indicated me to start peeing. Immediately after I felt the nozzle of the enema assaulting my ass. After cleaning my ass twice he took the bucket away.

He strapped me to the chair well spread as usual. Removing the hood, blindfold, and ball gag and refitting the collar, he fed me my healthy tasteless pigswill. I guessed that, before freeing me from my box, he had already finished eating his fantastic toasts with butter, sitting on an actual chair.

-The next week we have a race, so for a few days the training is going to be shorter but harder. Ok?- I nodded.- Do you have anything to say?- He asked me the same question every morning. I wasn't allowed to talk without permission, so he granted me permission everyday for a short period.

-No, thank you, coach.

-I've been thinking. I should be raping your mouth from time to time. Do you agree?

-No coach.

-No? Why not?

-Your sexual advances are not useful nor pleasant nor welcome. Of course, if that's what you want, or makes you happy, then go ahead. I'm nothing but clay in your hands. Do whatever you want, as long as Steve approves.- My brother's opinion always tipped the scales.- Don't ask for my opinion again, makes you look weak.

-Such a killjoy. I have a present for you. Because I want to!- He emphasized that idea.- If you give me a smile I'll give you two presents. An honest one, please.- I nodded. From the pocket of his shirt he produced a marshmalow.- I know, we should't allow extra calories, but...- He put it in my mouth. My smile was sincere and wide so he gave me a second one and caressed my cheek with his fingers.- Now I'm going to put the briddle on that pretty face and we are going to train a few hours. Ready?- I nodded.

After fitting the briddle and the bit gag, he freed me from that thing I called chair for the lack of a better word. Slipping a finger into the D ring of my collar he took me to the treadmill, in front of the stall where I used to sleep. A control panel allowed Samuel to set the speed and time. A bulky leather belt was held by two strong chains between the two horizontal bars at waist height. Once fitted over my hips it kept me trapped on the machine. At higher speeds increased the risk of tripping over so it was a security measure. Above my head two chains hung from two metal bars. Each of the chains was padlocked to the D rings at the sides of my posture collar. In front of me a full body mirror gave me something to look at. Not the view I would have chosen but Steve thought it was the right one. Probably he wanted me to see my crotch leaking juice. Longer rivulets meant more speed. As if I couldn't feel the fucking plug moving inside me.

Samuel set the machine in a slow speed. As I had just finished my breakfast, we always started with twenty minutes of a quiet stroll. That also gave him time to clean my bed and other minor tasks. Another effect was that it helped me warming up so certain useful hormones started to flow, very useful in a race. There was an additional advantage. During a race, my rival would smell my scent, which used to upset them. Not very important but it was still there. I wasn't sure I wanted to know what did they think about me. Not a good opinion I'd bet.

When he came back, he removed the hobble chain and we started the sequence of the day. They were always similar but not exactly the same. Apparently the next race was short and fast so we adapted the routine to those parameters. At some point we made a pause and he fed me an isotonic drink slipping the straw at the side of my mouth, through a gap between my flesh and the rubber bit. Then we repeated the process, a slow walk to warm up and then the training itself.

At some point I had to clench my vaginal muscles. More than once I had let the plug move freely inside me too much time triggering extreme bodily reactions. Just a few seconds of “blurriness” could be very dangerous wearing hooved boots and with my arms bound at my back. Fortunately I had four strong chains holding me straight. It was still hard, though. I was not able to keep the plug perfectly still. Should that happen during a race and I would lose. My punishment would be severe and my shame deep. ¿Removing the plug during a race? No, unacceptable. It was both a tool and a burden, and, more important, it was a part of me.

Finally, after three hours, he stopped the machine and locked again the hobble chain, meaning that I was done for the day. My legs were tired and a bit sore. My puss was leaking down my legs emitting a powerful smell, that would follow me until my coach had the kindness of cleaning me. My juices were a product of my training and hard work, and thus were considered an achievement.

I had conflicted feelings about what came next. Many people would feel grateful for that but I wasn't sure. It was the only moment in which I was treated like a person. Not a person, a queen. I had to admit, of course, that it was very nice and warm. But, at the same time, it was very uncomfortable. Holding me by my neck, Samuel led me to the bathroom at the back of the barn to clean me.

Samuel tied a rope around my left ankle, threaded it through and eyebolt on the shower plate and tied it around my right ankle. With my legs secured he removed the boots, the leather cuffs and hobble chain.

He tied another length of rope around my forearms pinning them together, the rest of the rope hanging down my back. Then he could start removing all the leather. He removed everything fitting the foam ball gag inside my mouth in substitution of the bit gag. The rest of the rope was looped around my neck and joined again to my arms. Another length of rope made a loop around my neck and was tied to an eyebolt on the wall next to the showerhead. I was helpless again and even more naked. A stream of cold water made me forget my concerns about what little modesty I might have been keeping.

By the time the water had warmed, Samuel had removed all his clothes and joined me in the plate. He hugged me tightly form behind. Between my buttocks I noticed something hard that definitely wasn't a cell phone. The hair of his chest tickled the skin of my back. My left hand accidentaly touched his right nipple and I moved it aside quickly. In response he held both my hands and made me grope his chest. He rubbed the back of my neck and my nape with his nose and lips. Reaching on front of me he cupped my breasts, toying with my nipple rings with her thumbs.

He cleaned me slowly and caringly rubbing with a sponge. So caringly that if someone saw us they might thing that we are lovers. There wasn't much more than sweat and something less prosaic between my legs. He needed much more time to clean himself. I just waited there, the water cascading around me, massaging my shoulders. From time to time his penis touched my buttocks.

Once he was done he started freeing me from the eyebolt on the wall. With an abrupt movement he grabbed my head and made me bend down. When the tip of his penis touched my pucker I understood where that was going.

-Open wide, champion. I've waited enough.- The tip of his glans entered me.- I'm going to ruin you for anyone else.- I opened my legs as far as possible, brazing myself for what seemed inevitable. And then..., nothing. He just left me there, under the water, and got dressed. I didn't move, just in case.

After a while he came back with my anal plug shining as if it would had been polished. He turned off the water and plugged me again. Grabbing the rope joining my arms and neck he motioned me slowly to a standing position. With a clean towel he dried me carefully. Along the next minutes he fitted a clean set of restraints. Mittens and cuffs on my upper arms first. Chest harness next. Hooved boots and hobble chain after that. And posture collar at last. All of them duly padlocked. As if I could remove them... As if I wanted to remove them...

Placing a hand on my nape and the other hand on my breast, he led me to my chair. Placing the bucket below me, he tapped twice on my puss with the ridding crop, so I would empty my bladder. Then he plugged my ears and blindfolded me so I could think about what I had done, and how would I improve my results..., or just rest in silence.

A while later, I couldn't possibly know how much, I started to smell food. It was lunch time. The process was mostly the same than at the previous night and pretty much all the other days and nights. He turned on the TV. He usually would remove the blindfold and plugs but sometimes he didn't. He never explained why and I didn't ask. I had to admit though, that the food had a slightly better taste when I was blind, so that might be the reason. He stopped feeding me from time to time to touch me here and there, just for his own amusement. I wondered if a female coach would be so annoying.

After lunch Samuel used to take a short nap. Blind, deaf and immobilized I had nothing to do so I imitated him. The alarm clock of his phone awakened us. I could hear it even with my ears plugged. It was outdoor time. I was so excited. It was the best part of the day. He changed the foam ball for the bit and bridle. He had mentioned one day that I looked better with those, so be it. Anxiously I waited to be released from the chair and led outside the barn. Samuel, the prankster, went to the gate of the barn, opened it, got out, looked all around searching for nothing in particular, scratched his butt, went to the toilet to take a pee, came back to me, pretended that he had forgot the rope, went to the cabinet, pretended he had just realized that the rope was on his hand, scratched his butt again, and, finally, came back to me, tied the rope to the front D ring of my collar and led me outside.

Once outside he undid the rope, and I was finally free. Except for taking a shit, because my arse was still plugged I could do whatever I wanted. I could just walk and he would have to follow me. Of course I had to go back with him the moment he ordered so, but he let me roam free. The hobble chain ensured that I wouldn't walk too far or too fast. Besides he could always order me to slow down. Neither did I use to go too far. I wanted to take a walk not to get lost. Also, Samuel carried the bottle with water.