BODY SCULPTING

FROM LISA'S DIARY: "Diary, if I couldn't talk to you, and in confidence, I think I'd go mad! I'm so ashamed of myself. I have so much to be thankful for. I have a loving husband who still enjoys sex with me. And I have a Master who gets me prepped for my beloved on the weekends. (Also, I think it doesn't hurt that John gets to play golf - his other passion - without me under foot!) I want so much to do well and make them both proud.

So I was having a moment of weakness and fretful about my place in Dressage if Master was really thinking about using Judy for that event now that she couldn't race with her leg cast on. Diary, can you believe that a woman of my age - or of any age - would be reduced to a state of needing to be involved in a dehumanizing show such as Dressage? I try my damnedest not to be so self-conscious about my appearance. But when I see those younger pretty mares in all their finery do their Dressage routines at other ranches and then I am trotted out looking so ridiculous and out of place if you ask me, it's hard not to get embarrassed. John makes the best of what I have, and uses my goofy appearance to make the judges laugh. And I have won awards that way, so how can I complain?

"Diary, this morning I sailed through all the humiliating grooming with those Japanese fellows by concentrating on seeing John, my Overseer, appear to take me in charge. I've already written that I am being prepared to compete in Dressage, as I am to slow to be used as a sulky racing mare. It all makes sense to me, and I understand that in Dressage, the appearance of the mare is as important as the execution of the routine. So, I should also be more understand that John wants to experiment making me as presentable as possible, as I am certainly not a good looking or voluptuous woman.

So for the past two weeks, he has taken the time to drive out to the house and implement 'the plan', a plan that started one day when I was on all fours with my naked butt up in the grooming room.

He came in and was quite polite, but as he ran his hand over the taut flesh of my behind, he said, 'Lisa, I'm thinking your bottom could be a little larger for dressage. We'll see what we can do about that.' Diary, Can you imagine a grown woman hearing such a thing?

Anyway, ever since, on his visits to my house I must assume that same extreme position while he measures me at the waist and at the broadest point of my rear end with my back fully arched. On day 1, it was 29 ½ and 41 inches (a ratio that he uses, of 0.72 - I guess it's a very mathematical business!). My weight was 139 ½ pounds.

Next, I must kneel between his legs, open my mouth, and tilt my head up while he slides a long funnel down my throat and gullet. One gets used to it I suppose, from all the erection sucking practice one gets, and I can manage to breathe through my nose. He explained to me by placing the tube so deep into my gullet, there is no chance of the nutritious liquid going down my windpipe.

The liquid is a rather thick puree of very high calorie ingredients, and he pushes two gallons of it into my belly. Luckily, I can't taste it as it looks awful. When the last bit of my nutrition has gone through the funnel tube, he slowly removes it from my face. My belly is so full, I look pregnant! It is hard to keep it down! And if I look like I'm about to throw up, he will fill my face with his erection to prevent it. It may take a few minutes, but the nauseous feeling passes, and he can remove is penis from me. If it wasn't for his getting an erection, I'd be plugged with something much worse, I'm sure.

Well, at every visit I have my stats taken. And after only two weeks (4 visits) I am very proud to say that I weighed in at only 140 ½ pounds, not too much more - but wait until you hear this! My waist is still the same but my backside is up to 43 ¼ inches! A ratio of 0.68, a very significant improvement I'm told. I guess it's a good thing in this situation that a lady's weight goes so often to her hips!

But more importantly, he tells me that my bottom has not lost its firmness, and that it 'pinks up' even faster now when he gives me my bi-weekly hand spanking. I guess my skin is stretched a bit thinner. Gary sees pleased, or at least hasn't noticed that my jeans fit quite tighter than they used to. But those loathsome young Japanese grooms that wash and oil my hindquarters on the weekends think it's quite funny to see a lady of my age have her body manipulated like this. One young man, before he found out my blooming bottom was on purpose, gave me quite a face slapping. In his broken English, he was claiming that I needed to be punished for my own good - that I was 'over feeding my homely face' as he put it. Diary, was he trying to help or just being sadistic? I prefer to think the former. Luv me.”