Chico's wife

by Elise Sands
- do not use without the author's permission.


Being an older female I'm still used but less often. In some of my down time I'll be writing about my experiences, this is the first and more a summary. I hope I'll be able to "write" more detailed episodes but if I'm taken where I hear they have a use for me it may be difficult.

As I'm preparing to write this I look at how things unfolded for me and see how some may think I had been forced into slavery...I was not. I was given an opportunity to experience a lifestyle that fulfilled a need I hadn't known was in me before that. I deeply appreciate all of the effort and expense made on my behalf to keep me and let me slip deeper into myself and this service.

What happened in my youth isn't so important although it did shape my needs and desires.. my lack of self esteem certainly helped me get into the pony world and S&M but I admit I really felt suited to it. My first experiences seemed pretty shallow and uncommitted (weekenders and players) but I was lucky to be found by some people who had the means and drive to take me deep into living this.

My first experience was at the request of a man that hired me to do modeling in a harness and sulky but the excitement of him tacking me up (putting on the gear) really had me at his whim. I stayed well past the two hours. From him I had several references and began to establish a clientele to model for. I kept my secretarial job but on the side doing the ponygirl thing and making better money inside of a year at that. The secret was very exciting to live but even better were the occasions when I revealed what I did. They'd look at some of my pics and be shocked but my humiliation was quite an aphrodisiac for me.

I was back at the original photographers studio when he asked me to take a trip out to the desert for another shoot. I was very aware of the danger but I asked that someone be allowed to come with us and he allowed it gladly. I took an ex boyfriend who knew I was a porn model.

The two of them seemed to get along famously and both knew what they were doing to me by treating me that way. The photographer Steven K was pretty adept at manipulating my mind as well as my body and Terry my ex was all to happy to play along with Steven. The plan for the day was laid out, a pickup truck ride to the desert with the sulky in the back some video and pics out there and return but Terry, once he heard the suggestion from Steven, insisted that I be tacked up at the studio and ride to the desert in full gear.

It was a hard ride physically but the idea that I was so damn exposed made me feel like everyone we passed on the road knew and THAT was incredibly arousing. Small details weren't too important to me by the time we arrived. I felt very chafed between my legs from the harness as I had no underwear like I'd worn before and the straps that held my boobs were too tight but I got out and stood quietly while the men got the sulky ready.

Steven had added a heavier belt to it with some fur lining which he wrapped around my waist and cinched very tight with the three buckles clamping me just above my hip bone. Not at all comfortable but knowing what I was being used for really had me close to delirious. Steven was talking to Terry about how I'd be much better with pierced and ringed tits and stuff which intrigued me but for this shoot he had some thin string he was able to tie to my nipples as reins. Steven showed Terry how and where to run me as he set up the camera shots.

They gave me a break after an hour but Terry saw I was dripping wet between my legs so the two of them decided to "run" me up the hill. On one break we took up on the windy slope I was close enough to only Terry that I could whisper I wanted to fuck him bad...

Looking over a green valley with ranch homes off it the distance (I assumed all populated with people watching me through binoculars) the two men fucked me one at a time from behind as I stayed standing in harness. While one had me the other would hold me up by my hair as I bent for it. The long walk back was very harsh they made me run a lot and hit me with a light whip but I was hooked, this was for me.

Terry had me tied legs apart in the back seat of the crew cab by using the seat belt anchors and some rope. My hands stayed behind me and my tits clearly visible to anyone who bothered to look. I stayed with Terry for a week after that until Steven arranged for another session with a fellow photographer and ponygirl aficionado.

In that week Terry took full advantage of a renewed view of me and my newly submissive sexuality. He had me wear outfits and do behaviors in public clubs and in front of his friends that would soon have me in jail but the week ended before I was caught.

Terry had taken the role of my keeper...and as the second photographer said "owner". This man who insisted I refer to him ONLY as Mr. Blass , a last name I assumed, welcomed Terry differently than he did me. Terry got the handshake and conversation while I got "Nice bitch you have Terry is it trained?" They talked about my abilities, which weren't many, then Mr. Blass asked if Terry minded him testing me.

"Kneel cunt" I went down to my knees. He had a few other commands I figured out on the fly. I didn't know "nadu" but he was willing to show me and soon I was going through paces nude.

Terry admitted that this was all new to both of us but he wished he had known before because he'd have trained me well by now. Mr. Blass offered to take me on for a fee and a release of all images to him. Terry generously agreed and told me to sign when the papers were presented later... I knew it was stupid to sign and not read and I had zero input but I really liked how he took charge of me.

The "deal" started immediately with me giving up my clothing which they both burned in the barbeque outside and I was to stay in a small makeshift stall in the garage until I could be moved. I was collared and chained ..absolutely nothing else on me but a forged metal ring around my neck and a padlocked chain to a bent rebar set in the floor cement. Mr. Blass told Terry that I'd be required to stay several weeks and asked HIM if that would work. Terry knew I had a job but also knew it wasn't at all important to me so he made a decision , Terry gave me to Mr. Blass after having known him two hours. I would stay as Mr. Blass said a “chained cunt” and lose my job.

I spent a week in the garage, Very achy and cold my days were sparse, Mr. Blass was pretty harsh on me only offering terse commands some hits and several verbal chastisements as I learned some basic behaviors. I was fed bits of lettuce and saltine crackers and drank tap water from a metal bowl. All of my “sanitary needs” were met with only a plastic bucket and a snap on lid that he never emptied in the week he held me. I was ready to try an escape and give this up but it felt like I had lost the ability to just leave, besides my neck was still clamped in iron, I didn't have any clothes, I looked terrible and smelled bad... I'd almost accepted that I would be killed but somehow I felt a huge release in that, I'd have to wait and see what he did with me.

Terry came around mid day to help Mr. Blass move me. I was gagged with a short rubber penis in my mouth that strapped to my face, the chain was unlocked at the far end and I was led on my "leash" out the back door into a small yard where I was hosed off then across open alley into the side door of a van. Mr. Blass showed Terry how to secure the nylon straps to my wrists and ankles before tying them wide apart inside the van as I was kneeled.

I pissed on the van floor during the long trip because I had no option but Mr. Blass had Terry slap my boobs harshly which seemed to come naturally. Untied on arrival, the chain clanked as it slid out with me and the command "Kneel cunt" sent me to the ground as five men and an older woman looked me over. The woman was first, she held me by my hair and expressed her disgust at my condition and made certain that I was to clean the van completely. The others did more of a humiliation inspection they didn't really do medical tests just claimed to be feeling inside me for anomalies like polyps and lumps.

I realized right then that I'd not spoken to anyone in days, not a word. I said "Hello" and was whipped down for it. A man held my arms above me as another cropped my breasts leaving quite a cover of welts and stripes. It was a lesson that worked.

I spent an hour cleaning the van, then was dragged to a garden hose and washed down again almost exactly like I'd washed the van and taken inside a room where I could be chained as before, by my neck but there were a few stuffed leather chairs and a sofa in this room as well as a bar in the corner and a TV. They all sat and observed me suggesting how my body could be made better to suit their needs and desires. There were some radical suggestions. I was OK with the nipple rings but a labia "kit" and an anus ring as well as tattoos. The most radical were surgical ideas... vocal chords and arms removed as well as a cover sewn into my labia and some remote devices under my skin.

Again I was reaching doubts but as the conversation pressed on I began to lose my delineation between living on my own and belonging to someone as an actual possession. I began to feel I was suited to being a possession and this was likely the only chance I'd ever have. I hadn't missed my clothing for even a second not even cold on the concrete floor at night I only thought a blanket would be nice. I felt how the immersion was affecting my view. No one called me by name here I was "cunt", no one spoke to me in a manner that required any verbal response just action. No one touched me like a friend or a lover they handled me like a bag of flesh being very brusk at grabbing my breasts to have me go where they wanted. I was covered in bruises (most my own mistakes) and actually didn't mind the ache in my jaw from the penis gag.

A moment of quiet brought me to attention as the woman removed the gag. They (for the first time) asked me directly if I felt I could commit to more training and how I felt physically. I took my time making sure that I was understood. I explained my passing doubts but made sure that they understood what was driving me was the intensity of arousal as well as a feeling of well being derived from having everything decided for me. I pledged to commit and learn what I needed to know for their use and signed a lot of papers. I signed over possessions like my car and my bank cards as well as clothing and jewelry. Terry has spent the week gathering everything I owned to be cataloged and sold to pay for my training.

It still sounds illogical but how I felt giving up my past world completely was seriously blissful. I couldn't express how much I appreciated their allowing me to do so but they had a way. On the chain I took each of the men (except Terry he was no longer allowed to have me without paying a fee) in my rear either standing or kneeling and they each finished by a handful of my hair tightly held while yanking off their condoms and jacking into my mouth. My man watched me serve the group and seemed to approve. I now was a full possession of this small group of ponygirl/S&M purveyors and had the burn in my ass and taste of sperm and myself on my breath to remind me.

They had a "room" for me. Simple concrete, a drain, a couple metal loops and a hose and a nice straw mat on the floor. I slept well considering and awoke to yet another stranger looking me over. It was explained to me and I was not gagged so I could respond in a normal manner that this was a doctor who would give me a full medical screen. He had me every which way even pushing his hand deep in my vagina as well as the speculum observations of my rear and vagina. he took samples from everything and felt every inch of me for bumps lumps and hollows. The blood and samples would take a while to test but, much in the manner a veterinarian might offer an opinion to a pet owner he said that I was in good physical condition and could be exercised and I was.

Outside was a huge plot of land with only one fence in sight. It was almost all dirt and scrappy weeds on rolling hills with a few distinct trails strewn about and well away from the house was a barn, much newer that the house. After a day of running attached to rotating posts and on the chain behind a four wheeled ATV I was ready to drop and welcomed my stall in the barn. I had fallen asleep immediately waking with a yelp when I felt water on me and warmth but realized this latino man in the barn (obviously a ranch hand) was peeing on me. I looked at him but before complaining I figured it was probably his "right" to do so.

Over three weeks time I learned every trail in the compound, ran beside all the fences and had experienced three different carts. Most used was a lightweight way for me to haul two or one persons while running hard, a sulky. Here they didn't use my nipples for reins just hard tied rope around the base of my breasts which they yanked unmercifully but I learned fast all the nuances of motion they intended to convey to me. I looked down at myself at the end of each day inspecting scratches from fencing and weeds bruises around my boobs the various whip strikes on me.

What I felt was a pride in the sense of accomplishment for each days tasks. I had very little time to think about who or what I was before I'd come to fully embrace my purpose and use there. Terry came to see me and was very complimentary at my physical condition I have muscles now and am so lean from my diet of grain. He'd brought the blood tests from in town at my owners request as this ranch was far from anywhere. Terry was enormously curious what made me stay or want this and what I felt like inside for all of it. I wasn't able to answer him completely, all I could offer was how it made me feel to belong and offer myself so totally to an endeavor I had no control of.

From what the tests revealed I was apparently very clean medically but I had contracted some minor flu from the sperm of one of my owners I think or maybe his spit as he liked to spit in my mouth. It was OK I threw up a little but it was over with a few antibiotic injections they loved to stick in my tits and that was that.

I realized as Terry and I spoke that it had been seven weeks and not a stitch of clothing, no regular food, very little rest in that time and I was feeling fantastic! My visit time with Terry was ended by the stable man just called Chico. He walked up put his hand on Terry's shoulder and apologized to him for the time as he showed the watch but he turned to me and in clear Spanish told me "Callate perra" He did say to Terry that he could fuck me if he wanted. Chico stood me up, Terry used my rear as Chico slapped under me at my breasts to make me clench my ass harder and show off how strong I was getting. Terry yanked out and jumped around to jack himself into my mouth making sure the end of him was inside my lips. I swallowed and thanked Chico but knew I wasn't allowed to speak to Terry. Chico put the machine in my ass and turned it on as they left.

That machine was brutal. I had to squeeze it with my anus as hard as I could but if I let go it shocked me and if I tried to pull it out the end inflated so damned big I almost fainted. I took my lessons for an hour each night trying to learn and condition myself. I did feel silly having both hands and legs free but still avoiding disturbing that thing as it worked me. I couldn't sit so I stood, squatted or knelt and kept my hands clear as well as my legs wide apart because closing them also inflated the tip of it. I found dozens of open leg poses to rest in while it worked me. Chico had a favorite he liked me on my side, hips held off the floor and my legs wide apart.. he said it makes me look like a woman not like when I go to all four and look like a dog. Chico liked to feel inside my vagina as it worked me too it was nice the way he could make me orgasm, he was very good at it.

I didn't understand why the end of each night , just before turning off the lights, when the machine was out and I was only collar and chained that he wanted me on my back legs lifted as wide and high as I could for him to piss on me but he did tell me I'd be his bitch someday so I should remember his smell.

Running had become so easy for me and there were other talents to learn. Some weekends a few people brought girls and men out here to tack up and train but I was the only resident and I think all the others went back to their normal lives each night. I watched the others when I could I was better than most of them at the tasks and found out that they were arranging a competition somewhere in Europe where a few of the ponies would go through paces to win money for their owners.

Some days three or four various forms of human equine gear were in use in the yard at one time while others were out on the secluded trails trying to enjoy a taste of pony life and ownership. They were usually slow and unpracticed, I knew I had an advantage here in that I was trained and fed and kept for one purpose, no pizza, no TV, no coffee shops, no days off at the beach... just grain and exercise and it showed on me brilliantly.



I trained harder but my owners were prostituting me to make money for the trip. Nearly twice a day some days more, I'd be stopped on the trail or taken to the barn for someone to use me. When it was for sex it invariably was in my ass with the cum going in my mouth. The wide variety of men was amazing but often they just wanted to hold the reins and lead me around for pictures and a couple of them came with their wives trying to convince the women to do this for them.

The date for the competition was at hand and brought my first clothes in five months. I was given a short gray business skirt, no undies and a white blouse with a jacket that matched the skirt as well as some very pretty patent pumps in black. I had a new stainless steel collar.. just a stainless band an inch and a quarter high with "CUNT" engraved full height and in bold letters just above the loop so craftily welded at the front. It was riveted to me and very very tight I gagged when they slipped the riveter under it for the eight rivets. Five weeks before the competition I had been talked to as a human again and we discussed my body modifications. I'd agreed to everything they wanted.

The rings were installed in my nipples and labia as well as a hugely uncomfortable one behind my clit in one day of agony. That doctor had returned and snipped my vocal chords.. don't even miss them. Tattoos as well as one brand were applied to me just before they hung two tags on me, one from a ring in the breast flesh just below my left nipple and one from the first ring of my left labia. Both of which stated what I was and who I belonged to. I can sincerely say it was perhaps my proudest moment when I stood completely tagged.

They had passport and tickets arranged for me and put tape over the engraving on the front of my collar then taped my tags to my skin. A limousine came to the ranch with three men and took myself , Henry and Miss Moss to the airport several hours away. I silently traveled always accompanied by at least three men and in Europe two of them were armed. People stared at me.. I'm tall but in the heels ridiculous and my walk is a bit different from the rings devices and muscle development. Each airport required me stripped and cavity searched but it was nothing to me as I had my daily inspections by Chico to prepare me. My men claimed that I was a body builder and a fetish model as the agents rubber gloves snapped and I lay back on the table opening myself before they say a thing.

At this pony fest thing there were human ponies everywhere in all sorts of outfits many of the women were heavy and most of them fully covered in latex suits under the harnesses. Ones like me were rare with tits exposed and the twin strap method between my legs that accented my labia. While being led I was kept on a clit chain but for competing I was unfettered or nipple reined. I loved the long walks in the grounds being tugged along by that hugely inconvenient two inch across clit ring. It was so overtly obvious and I'd had to turn it sideways for all my travel sometimes having it duct taped to my thigh. Even when not leashed it was wider than the gap between my legs and tugged at my skin, but leashed everyone could see how my labia were held apart by its diameter and see the color and look of my clitoris as it proceeded me, usually bright red and shiny.

People who commented were encouraged to feel it and test its effect on me, several did and I was again seeping my wetness so much that if I stood in one spot I would leave drops on the ground. My inner labia have always been large so that they hang low from me but for a couple months had been attached to various forms of stretcher and that keeps the drips off my thighs. The additional lengthening of my labia were a special request of Chico's that they granted because he wanted to hold my vagina open with one hand and pee inside me. I can still smell my Chico on me even though it had been three days since he marked me .

My nipples are kept in whats called "cages" that are thick wire that hold an open tube through my nipples out from my breast and keep the tension tight as well as let me feel owned 24/7, its like having a man pull me by the nipple all day all night and has become one of my favorite sensations. The open tubes are fitted with various adornments and devices that secure or display me.

My being fully rigged is nowhere near comfortable but it really focuses me on my purpose and that IS a blessing. I am almost not even aware of my lack of modesty, after all, I'm someones property, they have the right to display their work and effort. People were so nice to me during the five day event. Almost all address me as cunt and most talk about me not to me. The ones who talk to me are discomforting because I cant answer. Miss Miss decided that I should be kept nude after the nasty rashes from the first day so I only tack up for an event not just for display. A few of the better encounters were the people who feel no need to ask when they touch me.

I competed in running and jumping and in a weight pulling competition winning the running and weight for "mares" my size, but there was a ponygirl who could really jump well. In a flyer and at the trophy ceremony I was declared a Brood Mare openly and several offers came to breed me as well as take my offspring. More that's so very hard to explain... how it feels to have my vagina and womb offered to anyone that wants it in such a public manner as loudspeakers and flyers with my nude picture on them... its really nicer than one might imagine.

After the ceremony my owners plugged my rear with a thick hook that ties to my collar at the back and arches me. Every hour it was tightened a bit to arch me more so there was easy vaginal access and a clear view of my vagina from behind me as a horses cunt should be. They used a marker to color my vagina red and made sure it was unlocked in case anyone wanted it. I took two standing fucks before the event was over but both times I was flushed with spermicide right after.

Harry, one of my owners, would have me drink water and tea incessantly then get behind me and hold one of my labia out and make me pee for people. Harry always complimented the nice stream my hole makes. After a demonstration he'd hold me open and show my urethra so proudly to anyone who'd hold still. Harry is the one who had me catheterized after we got home and valved so I could only pee when he opened it.. THAT hurt a lot but he was so pleased to have that control. Harry was a happy man who truly enjoyed how the female body worked and loved to explore ways to control it. After they knew I had a "foal" in me for sure Harry had me milked daily on a machine, that was uncomfortable too but the rhythm of the vacuum was soothing with its hiss and clicks. He had a bench for me to bend over and hang my teats so every drop would come out



Harry stopped taking his coffee black. now and then he'd have company and come in to squeeze me or make me do it myself and spray my milk into his coffee while they watched it was always a hit.

Since returning from Europe, Chico pees directly into my mouth and I found out after the foal he will become part owner of me. I want that... Chico has cared for me every day and been my companion through everything. Chico knows how to make me cum on his hand and in a very short time too. I met some of his family but I was clothed and not wearing the new collar yet so they just think I'm his tall girlfriend. Chico kisses me and I even like his breath which isn't actually what one would call fresh but then I have to lick the cocks that have been in my ass. I worked for several months then was put in a makeshift facility for the birth which went well.

I was kept blindfolded and cuffed so they wouldn't have a problem taking the baby from me, they know females cant avoid bonding with the offspring. I never saw the baby but in milking me to feed it I found out she's very healthy and was in the care of a family that will adopt her I had already signed off on that.

A few months after the foal I was sold to Chico outright and a new female was put in my stall while I was downgraded to a smaller space. Chico took off my collar and gave me a dress and took me to Baja to meet relatives and begin the process of courting they expect before a man takes a wife. He told me everything and at the same time was having me bred again to pay for some of my cost. In Baja he fucked me like his woman and I was his fiancee... back in my stall I was nothing more to him than a breeding mare. No one can tell you what emotions flowed through me but I admired and respected Chico and I love being his female. He runs me on the back roads in Baja and keeps me trained

One afternoon he took me out on a leash to show his brother what I looked like nude. His brother seemed extremely amused and a little embarrassed but gleefully fucked the hell out of my ass and let me have his Jalapeno flavored sperm in my mouth.

Much of the year he keeps me at the ranch in California where I work to earn him money. I really love how it feels to work for my man and somehow its just a little better that he simply expects it of me. Unlike the way I was kept before, with Chico I am dressed and go to town with him to restaurants and stores and even to visit people.

In a very surprising move Chico announced to the ranch that he would marry me in this little town we visit on the west side of Baja facing the Sea of Cortez, Loreto, Baja Sur. It was several months being arranged down there and he wanted it to be a real event for the town so he worked me hard to make money for it. I lost count of how many men and women came to trot me around the ranch or have me brought to them for various needs.

The wedding itself was amazing. A big space up in the hills was decorated for the party and a lot of people came but not to honor the “bride”, it was because Chico and his American friends were spending a lot of money. Its a poor community and any decent income is appreciated kindly and Chico explained that this would mean that most of the locals would “look the other way” if he was doing something out of the ordinary.

The first “out of ordinary” they seem to have overlooked was my being married with a short rope tied tight around my neck that Chico or his best man held the entire time, the second was my getting on all four to kiss his feet after being announced that I was his. These were things the two of us knew about beforehand but didn't fit traditional behavior . Happily it wasn't too much for them to bear. I know Chico wanted me nude, on the cunt leash and in harness but...

It's unusual in Mexico for people to treat others in the manner Chico treats me, specially women, but a few of the towns people who he's brought up north to the ranch know what I am and have become accustomed to looking after me. His brothers family and two of his cousins have a place to keep me nude outside where the rest of town cant see me. They all have a free hand to punish me if I make some mistake or don't cooperate and the cousins have managed to take me south to LaPaz and prostitute me a couple times. None of them yet understand me being a useful beast of burden even though many have expressed curiosity at the small “carriage” he keeps in his yard.

When in Baja several of the “savory” males of the small village come to Chico to use me as a prostitute on the sly and I'm very popular. When he's going to be in Baja sometimes his friends will set up some nights on a weekend where a few of the locals go to their gathering spot (a local mechanics garage) and Chico will chain me in the small enclosed yard they apparently have used as a urinal over the years. They'll play cards, watch soccer, discuss local politics quite vigorously and come out back now n then to pee on me or fuck me. I don't think any of their women know, if they do they make no fuss. I know a few of the women have seen me both dressed and topless when he runs me on the roads. My tags were changed to hand crafted bits of metal that simply say "Perra de Chico S."

I'm learning Baja Spanish and know that the males are all stunned at my legs and labia and the huge tits Chico had put in me, they still hurt and I'll never sleep anyway but face up again... ever. He's often referred to in godly terms for owning me which they still don't get completely as several of them try to seduce me.

Condoms aren't known in this the tiny world there so it was just a few months after the wedding that I gave birth to a boy for Chico but aside from being hand milked to feed the baby I am not its mother , that has fallen to his sisters. The women there are sure from my weirdness and lack of voice (I just make sounds) that I'm retarded. Besides he has to work me in the states most of the year. I've been impregnated a few times and allowed to carry so he could milk me but now Chico has a spermicide pump the men use in me after.

When he has me up north I'd say that about a week per month I'm in clothes and out in public. I wish he could keep me nude out there so everyone knew my dedication to him but he does keep me in a collar that looks a bit like a shiny choker and it does have a chain lead always attached to the loop which falls into the top of my dress and hidden there is attached to my right nipple ring.

Chico also keeps me on the catheter and valve, he likes to watch me when it really hurts then release just a little at a time which hurts more. I sincerely hate the agony but the feeling of helplessness and being so intimately controlled is worth it. Since he keeps it tied to my huge clit ring customers love to play with it too His brother helped a couple times too so he knows how to control me.

His brothers friend a hand craft Jeweler, figured out how to ring my anus... its healed and Chico likes to tell me how I look walking in front of him with my anus on a chain. My spine is being trained further to arch naturally so my sex and anus are clearly visible when I'm walked or standing. The main purpose is to have my rear look as close to the view one might have behind any female horse and I have seen some pictures of me.. they are doing a very good job of acquiring that look for me. He did that at customers requests as it a very popular posture in the pony world.

I've noticed how much more popular I am and have a lot more finger and object penetrations now when just standing at rest.

As I write this I am measured five feet, five inches bare foot but I was five feet ten inches before they trained my spine. I'm forty six years old and in the best physical shape I can be. I'm lean, my anus is a little calloused and my labia need to be creamed with aloe daily as they have gotten a bit leathery from exposure and handling (I'm so “open” that I get sun burns on my anus and labia). The skin of my overstuffed tits shine and in this posture stick out prominently for my husband/owner who is a five foot ,four inch, thirty one year old Latin to who I have belonged to completely for ten years and I stand very proud to be his property.

PS...

I'm being told lately that I'll be sold soon. Chico likes having me but he has eyes on a much younger female who seems eager to be his and for who he has feelings. He makes me clean both of them after he has her and he never fucks me anymore.

Chico says he can use the money from me to help pay for her and tells me the people who will buy me have some specific needs after having seen me, I guess they are among the ranch's visitors. They have asked my arms be removed and all of my rings to be increased to a much larger gauge and diameter. Chico has been teasing me the past few days of how I'll be used very very hard for the rest of my life but I think the service will help me fill my time and find an even deeper purpose.

The buyer seems to feel that the surgery would be best done here in the states so the cosmetic recovery will be more pleasant and also to maintain some anonymity in their home country. The rings are all replaced and are ridiculous and feel like a bag of coins are between my legs but.. I still am very proud to be seen and known as I am. Thursday my arms will be taken. I'll be trained how to walk without them and how to crawl and get to my feet without them.

I intend to write or transcribe more until I'm shipped away.