They are called horse walkers – the merry-go-round looking piece of equipment you see in corrals at various ranches that are used to give equine some exercise. This one has 6 arms for 6 horses. Perhaps someday I will have all the slots filled.
But more sinister scenarios are afoot for my machinery. It is time to exercise the ladies. First I bring out Laura. She is blonde, tan and lean, and I intend to keep her that way. I lead her out of the barn and into the morning sun. She is wearing the standard exercise uniform for my ranch: a red bikini bra top, short denim shorts, and black cowboy boots. Her hands are bound in front of her with a thin leather strap, and she is wearing a 2” metal ring gag with a black leather strap holding it in place in her mouth.
She knows what is to come and she fights the inevitable, pulling on the lead of her wrist restraints and trying to plant her feet firmly in the dirt. But my size and weight is no match for her 110 pounds of stubbornness – however the fight is well worth it in my eyes. I like that Laura has stayed feisty after these last few weeks of training and abuse.
I get her to the horse walker and attach the leather lead from her wrists to one of the arms of the machine. I temporarily pull all slack out of the leash so her hands rise high above her head, standing her on the tiptoes of her boots. I don't feel like chasing her all over the ranch today, and want her to stay in place as I get her other friends out and in place momentarily.
But first, I retrieve a bottle of suntan lotion to apply to Laura's exposed skin. Since she's out here, she might as well work on keeping her bronze hue. Squirting a slather of lotion in one hand, I rub my hands together and start to apply it to her shoulders, slowing rubbing in circles, moving up her arms. She tries to talk though the ring gag, and though it is not distinct, the intent of her verbiage is clear, and it is not a grateful shower of words. I look at Laura and tell her “You know what happens when you use that kind of language.” This silences her mouth and the dagger stares are all she gives me for now. More lotion is added to her thighs and calves, and I dab a small amount on my finger to rub her nose and the tops of her cheekbones. She tries to pull away when I come near her face, but a firm grip on the back of her neck stops that. I softly rub the lotion onto her face, taking my time and enjoying being the object of her discomfort. Now finished, I move behind Laura, lean forward and kiss her on the cheek, making her buck what little she can against her restraints.
Next is Samantha – a full-breasted curvacious brunette. She is dressed similar as Laura, but her bra top is white. She is lashed to the machine in the same fashion, and once again, the motion of applying the lotion commences. I love this so much!!! My hands are feeling and rubbing all over beautiful women, and there is nothing they can do to stop me!
Finally, I lead out Jane – her fiery main of red hair is pulled back into a pony tail clip, and she is wearing a turquoise colored top to go along with her jean shorts and black boots. She is attached to the walker with her hands not so taut. She rests them on the lead leash nearly straight out in front of her. Since she is the last to bring out, I needn't pull her arms so restrictive.
But one thing is certain – I grab a higher SPF tanning lotion for Jane, for her beautiful red hair compliments her soft ivory skin. Though she does not tan like Laura and Samantha, she would burn red as a beet, and that is not what I want. As I apply the lotion on the exposed parts of her body, a soft whine filters from Jane's pried open mouth. Being the newest catch, she still cannot believe the horror of being abducted, trained, tortured and kept in a constant state of bondage 24 hours a day.
I go back to the other ladies and lower their arms similar to Jane's. Now the ladies are ready for their workout. I turn on the walker at a slow pace to start. The ladies are walking at a normal pace. Possibly the same pace they would take window shopping in the mall at one time in their life. I like to give them a chance to get warmed up and stretched out. Heaven forbid if one of them were to come up lame. 15 minutes of this walking under the hot Texas sun has started to build a sheen of perspiration on the girls. Grabbing a sport water bottle from the ice chest I've brought out, I squirt some water into their open mouths as they walk by. Some goes in the mouth, and some splashes all over their faces. Being very cold water, it really gets their attention when I miss. Looking down at the floor of the corral, it is interesting to see the little dirt trench encircling the walker on the ground.
Time to pick up the pace. I turn the machine higher so the ladies are in a slow trot. The leads on their arms doesn't stay as slack as the slower setting, and you can hear them pulling in air a little more through their open mouths. 15 minutes of this speed has them all gleaming from perspiration. Quick pleading looks from each of them are starting to appear – they are wondering how long this will go on. More water is squirted at them, but the faster pace has me missing a little more than before. The girls squeal a little more as they pass by from the impromptu shower, but the best is yet to come.
Speeding the machine up once more, they ladies are now jogging. The leads from their arms stay taut pretty much the entire time. The girls are having to concentrate to keep up with the machine. Though it is obvious these girls stayed in shape and worked out before I brought them here, it is something different to be forced to run trussed up by your arms, and with an o-ring gag stretching out your mouth. And trying to run in cowboy boots is surely not the same as the sleek flexible cross trainers they were used to wearing. Perhaps if I was interested in training them for the Olympics, I would have dressed them in more appropriate clothes and footwear. But their main reason they are out here is my amusement, and to keep them lean and firm for my pleasure. I can really hear them starting to breath heavy as they reach another 15 minutes at this fast pace. Time to bring it all home.
I turn the walker machine up one more time, bringing them to a medium sprint. The girls are really working now, and the cloud of dust rises a little higher from the shuffling of the boots in the Texas dirt. They are really breathing heavy, trying to pull in enough air to keep going. They know through experience that stumbling or falling does not stop the exercise – it merely ensures a dragging by the arms and a ton of pain in the shoulders. The time hits the 5 minute mark, and I slowly begin to turn the machine down. Their pace slows to a jog, then they are walking. Soon they are standing still in the gleaming sun. Jane is breathing heavy – her chest rising up and down. I gather her leash and pull it taut, stretching her arms up high over her head. She is forced to stand on her tiptoes, making it a little more difficult to breath gulps of air. I loosen her ring gag, pull it out of her mouth so it hangs loosely about her neck. We are so far out in the country next to no one, I don't worry about any noise she might make. Gags and muzzles are my personal preference, firmly believing it is not finished bondage unless a gag is involved. Samantha and Laura are pulled, stretched and un-gagged in the same manner.
I let the girls stand there for 10 minutes as their breathing returns to normal. Then I unhook Jane and lead her back into the bunkhouse. I take her to her bunk and sit her down. I untie her leather binding and encircle her wrists with the steel cuffs attached with a metal chain to the wall above her bed. She has about six feet of slack in the chain to work with, I grab a shine kit and toss it on her bed. She knows what to do. Jane slowly works her boots off and begins to clean and polish the dirt off them from her workout.
Samantha is brought in next with the same action: untied and reattached with the cuffs. She gets a rag and brush tossed on her bunk as well, and the process of cleaning the boots begins for her as well.
I bring out a couple of bottles of cold water, toss it on the two mattresses of the girls, then close and lock the bunkhouse door. Looking through the grate covered window, the two girls are hard at work for the time being cleaning their footwear back to a glossy shine.
This leaves Laura still attached to the walker. She doesn't look happy, for she knows she has earned a trip to the main house. I detach her lead from the machine and start to walk her towards the house. Though not as strong at the beginning before the workout, she still resists,pulling against her lead and digging her boots into the ground. But it just earns her a dragging to the inevitable. Up on the porch and through the front door, Laura is brought inside and the door is closed. Her first workout is finished, but more things are to come this morning
To be continued.
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