"Dearest Diary,

Thank goodness I have a place like this diary to let out my feelings and frustrations over the way The Master has been treating me lately. I'm sure glad he doesn't know where I keep this diary hidden or I'd REALLY be in for it!

Well, in the last message I wrote to you, I had been washed and groomed in the most intimate places a girl could imagine, and gussied up like a show pony. I even had this awful tail shoved unceremoniously in my butt! It's not a place I think a Man should have anything to do with on a female, even if she is, unfortunately, His slave!

Well, sucking The Master's cock didn't cool him off from His plan to then hitch me like an animal to this wretched pony cart... the "sulky" He calls it! I got a spanking in the process and was soon led out of the barn by the ring in my nose.

Diary! It's a very strange thing for me to be thinking, but it did occur to silly me that with those reins attached to my bridle, why He wants to pull me around by the nose is hard to figure. I guess He knows best how to deal with me though, and I'm really not complaining - just wondering! It's sure hard, though, for a woman to maintain ANY sense of dignity with a ring in her nose!!!!!

Well dear Diary, next He tells me the strangest thing after giving me a good whipping - a whipping for no reason I could figure. He says that the better behaved I am, the more I'm gonna get punished! Imagine that! What's a woman supposed to do with THAT piece of bad news? Surely, I'm not about to be disobedient just to test the theory that I'll get less of His capricious and humiliating beatings!

So finally, I'm led outside into the hot desert, bent over and strapped to this wretched sulky. And THEN, He puts my high heels on... just like He was shoeing a horse! If He thinks I can pull that cart better in heels, He is mistaken.

But as usual, I must do my duty, and I pull Him around in the sulky until my legs can't take much more. First in a circle, and then in a figure-eight - getting me ready for what The Master calls 'dressage"! But Diary, surely they don't have dressage competitions with women instead of horses - DO YOU THINK?

Men could never be that cruel. I'm sure of it.

But whatever the deal is and my fate will be, He leads me by the nose back toward His truck since I just could not pull the cart any further with Him in it!

He tied me to a fence (as if I would try to escape or something!) and I could guess what would happen to me next when He took my butt plug out. I got a real good ' butt fuckin' ' as the girls say. I hurt plenty, but I tried not to get in any more trouble than I was already in by saying anything.

Diary, I get embarressed that I can't do any better at this cart pulling thing. I know that may sound strange to many women out in the real world if they ever read it, but that's the way I feel about it. If The Master wants me to be some sort of farm animal, He must have His reasons, and I must do my darned best at it! I asked Him once, politely of course, if I could try to get stronger on a treadmill or something. He just laughed at me, and had sex in my face, as I remember (the oddest things seem to make His penis hard as a rock). But no real harm in asking.

So I didn't feel so bad when He made me give myself a spanking. I figured I deserved it. He wanted me do do better at pulling, and I couldn't. It's really that simple in this wretched world I have been unfortunate enough to have to live in.

But it didn't feel good to see Him get in his truck and drive away, leaving me out there like that! How was I to know when I had had enough spanks without His telling me? And my insides still ached from His huge erection being up there - up there where no woman should ever have to feel such a thing.

I sure wish I could have been 'turned out' into the barn for the night. I feared that He would leave me outside like that, and it gets pretty cold here at night - and my legs hurt as I was still bent over and wearing those stupid high heels! And no food ! Just as much water as I could manage to suck from the bottle He left me hanging where I could barely reach it.

At least my butt was warmed up by the spanking I was giving myself. I even made a mental note that if it got way too cold later at night and He DIDN'T come back for me, I could warm myself again with a few swats.

Then a few hours later, when I figured He wasn't coming back, I got to wondering if the sound of a spank in the dark in the desert might attract some wild animal or other. I think that thinking just gets me in trouble! So anyway, I let my behind get cold. better me safe than sorry.

Well, I'm not as young as I used to be and there are much stronger girls and women He could use to do this ponygirl stuff. So I guess I should be grateful He chose me.

Luv,

Toy"