I awoke in a daze unsure of where or who I was. Slowly though, things started to piece back together. It was then that I saw her standing right in front of me. She looked as though she had just come from horse riding lessons. Her feet were the first things I saw. They were covered by black leather boots with spike heels that small dug holes in the ground with each step she took. Just above them, was loose material from her beige pants that seemed to tighten around the thighs. Keeping them fully up was a black leather belt buckled at the front with a standard sideways U-shaped piece of metal. Her upper body composed of a tight fitting beige shirt with black leather vest that only covered the sides of her breasts. The vest itself was undone, all three buttons. Her hands hid themselves in dark brown gloves. In one of them was the handle of a crop. In the other was her hip, which she shot out to the side as she stood looking down at me. Her hair was neatly tied back with no strays in a ponytail or a braid or whatever, I couldn't see. But the thing about her I hated was the way she looked down at me. Those brown eyes peered just above her small nose in a snooty manner as her lips formed a very small smile, but it was still visible.

I wanted to knock her off her high horse, but as I tried to get up I found myself restrained. I gave my left arm a pull and found it was being held back by a cuff and chain combo. I could only guess that the chain was attached to the wall behind me. The same went for my other arm as well as my ankles. Even my neck was collared and chained to keep myself steady. All this brought about the first noise I made since waking up. It was the beginning of a demanding scream, just a warm up sound to it really. But that was cut off by the woman delivering a backhand blow sending the crop crashing into the side of my face above the cheek.

This sudden force sent my head turning to the side. Obviously she wasn't ready to listen to anything I would say, so I decided to let her start off this, what I sarcastically thought, pleasant conversation. I looked up at her anxiously waiting to hear just what was to be said about my current predicament. Instead of answering my unspoken question, she just folded her arms over her bust and smiled down at me again more than before. She was obviously enjoying something I found no fun in at all. And my expression showed it as I glared up at her.

A split second after glaring at her, she swatted me again almost in the exact same place as before, she was just off by a small bit. My head turned again with the force. This time though, she didn't let me turn my head myself. Instead, placing the crop under my chin, she moved it for me. I avoided eye contact this time, I was afraid at what she might do if I gave her another dirty look. I couldn't help it; I was so irritated that if I wanted to look at her it would only result in getting the crop again.

Speaking of the crop, she pulled it away from my chin and tapped my head before bringing it back beside her. I didn't pay much attention to it at first, but then I realized something. I sure felt that crop. I mean, I really felt that crop. I looked up at the woman who smiled a toothy grin as I began to try and touch the top of my head. With the chains the way they were, I could only run my fingertips on the side of it. Smooth. I couldn't believe it! This cunt shaved my head! I looked up at her in shock.

That was it apparently. The look she was waiting for. With only moving her eyes, she looked down at the floor in front of me, then looked right back at my face. A slow, wicked grin grew on her as I slowly looked down keeping my eyes on her. When her face left my vision, I looked down. There, in between my bare knees, were the remnants of my bleach blonde hair. It was all there. If I had done the inventory, I probably would have found each strand accounted for.

This sudden action brought more to me than I thought it would. I suddenly came to the realization that I was completely naked. My bare feet twitched in the hay and my hands trembled. I wish I could just cover myself up from her view, but it's far too late for something like that. She's seen everything about me, so instead of trying to hide it, I pushed everything out. She chuckled a little as I pushed my chest out inviting her to look. That's right you little bitch, look and maybe touch. When I'm free you'll regret every moment of it. I began to smile back as she stopped giggling and folded her arms across her chest.

She told me, in a serious tone, that my family and friends have abandoned me. She finished it off by saying she would be back soon for my formal training. And that was it. She left without saying anything else. I watched her leave and when she was gone, I relaxed my chest.

I gave another look out the way she left and saw nothing. It was then that my surroundings became clear. I was never inside one myself, but I had seen pictures of stables everywhere. This one was somewhat dark since the only way for light to enter was through the same doors the woman left. Most areas of the stable were dark, it was mainly the middle row where she walked that was bathed in light. There were no windows, just small stalls like my own.

I tried to see if anyone was around, but my chains kept me from getting a good look. I thought of calling out, but I wasn't sure where the woman was and I wasn't about to feel the crop again due to doing something she might not want me to. But as I looked around, I could see nothing. I thought I heard the sound of a rattling cage door, but it must have been my imagination.

Letting out a deep breath, I involuntarily began thinking about what she had just told me. Perhaps she was right, I mean I've been here since yesterday...I think. How long was I here? I remember telling my friends and sister that I would try this ponygirl thing out. I had read and heard so much about it I figured "why not"? It'd be something I could add to my list of things I've tried. They tried talking me out of it, but I wouldn't listen. What harm could come out of one ride?

I huffed a laugh as I thought about that. I only thought it would last an hour, two at the most. Arrive, get a cart, get a ride, then pay and leave. That was it. And that's all that happened for the most part. I got in the cart, the ponygirl gave me a dirty look that was it, but I thought it was part of the show. I figured they were going with the "against my will" sorta angle. But as we got going, her pace slowly rose when we got to a river.

When a covered bridge came into view, she looked back at me and smiled as she began galloping towards it. We entered the bridge and then...I woke up here chained, naked and shaven. If that last part hadn't happened, then I would've been at my sister's telling her and my friends all about it, as we had planned yesterday morning before I left. I had even told them where I was going and they still hadn't come to get me. Perhaps the woman was right. Perhaps they did abandon me. Well that's okay. When I get out of here, I'll be sure to bring them back here and ask they see the covered bridge. Then I'll abandon them for a night. I just need to get out of here first.

I suppose the best way would be for them to forget about me completely so that I can easily make my escape. In doing so, I'll give them the first woman I give a ride to. It isn't fair to her, but was it fair for me? I'm sure that if they're smart they'll figure out what I've found and do the same thing.

Then she came back. The woman from before walked up to me and smiled. She told me I was ready. It was odd that she came just as I thought of my plan. She detached the chain from my collar and spun it around to attach a leash. Then, after relieving me of my chains, she forced me onto my knees in a way so my back faced her. After attaching the restraints on my wrists together, she pulled on the leash bringing me to my feet. The chains on my ankles came next, and then she brought me to the middle of the stable.

My training was short and swift. Just teach me to walk you little whore, I'll give you a girl and make my getaway tonight. Once the training was over, she pulled me along by my leash to the outside. I walked, bringing my knees up high with every step. I figured I'd play into her game for a while just to make it so she wouldn't have to teach me again that night.

Standing beside a cart, was a woman in a business suit. She asked if I was the one. The rancher said that I was specially trained just for her. I wasn't so sure about that. I was only going to take her for a ride that she would regret the rest of her life. The businesswoman took her seat in the chariot as the rancher attached my wrists to the poles via chains. The rancher said that I would take her through the forest, down some hills, and along the river. Then she whispered in my ear "Don't forget the covered bridge".

I was shocked that she learned my plans, but I didn't care. That's exactly where I was taking the woman whether I was told to or not. And just as she had described, the walk was a pleasant one. Through the forest, down some hills and along the river. After a while, the covered bridge came into view and I started running towards it. The woman wasn't surprised at my burst of speed; in fact she encouraged it. Whatever you want, I thought to myself as we rounded the bend and entered the covered bridge.

The next day I awoke to find myself behind some bars. "Was I in prison?" I thought to myself. But reality came swiftly when I rose up and bonked my head. The highest I got was up to my hands and knees. I rubbed my head and found myself unable to say "ow". I felt my mouth and found that there was a piece of solid rubber tubing in it. It was attached to some straps that went around my bald head. I couldn't find anyway to get it off.

As I tried, I heard the words coming not too far from me. The words that weren't spoken to me this time, but to someone else! "Your family and friends have abandoned you. I'll give you your formal training later."