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30 days submission training i experienced (part nine) This next encounter both literally and physically destroyed me. It was something I never heard about. Never personally experienced. If I was 20, 30 or 40 years younger. Maybe I would consider it. But I am old. My body is not built for that anymore. At my age they would put me out to pasture or sell me to the glue factory. I was picked up by a Mexican. Driving and old pick up truck. When I started to sit in the front seat with him, he said, in the back. I climbed in the bed of the pick up and we drove away. I think he was having fun when he would stop fast. Take tight corners and hit bumpy roads. There were no seat belts in the back of the pick up. After a long ride, we arrived at a huge ranch. Acres and acres and acres. Near the Mexico border I felt I could walk across the river and be in Mexico. We stopped at a barn. I was escorted into the stables by a Senorita. Once inside she had me strip. Inspected me. Inspected every inch of me. From the top of my head to the soles of mt feet. Checked my cage. Even checking my teeth. Like they were checking their horses or other animals. A couple Senoras walked over. They were not much younger than I. They locked a heavy metal collar around my neck. It was tight. It slightly impaired my breathing. They then placed metal restrains on both wrists and locked each wrists to both sides of the collar. Like just above each shoulder. A bit they called it. Was put in my mouth. They pulled the straps and pulled them tight. Middle aged Middle Eastern Woman came by. She was dressed in a riding outfit. I will admit it here. These type outfits excited me before, Made me weak in the knees and given me hard ons. The white blouse. Those tight pants. Those high black leather riding boots. She was holding a riding crop. She ordered me on all fours. Instead of hands and knees. With my hands locked to my collar. I had to go down to my knees and elbows, She sat on my back. Like she was riding me. She did use the crop on my bare ass and made me crawl around the stable, with her still on my back. Crawling around on just my knees. With her on my back. Was hard on me. One of the male stable hands then brought her a . She got off me and about to climb on a real . I watched as the male stable boy got down on his hands and knees. She used him to climb on her . I could see there was a pecking order here. One of the Senoras took me outside. Out of the stables and into he pasture. She held the reigns and walked me around. She made me prance, gallop, jump and walk. The Senorita used me as a and the Senoras kept me in line by hitting me over and over with a buggy whip. After what seemed like forever. After multiple stumbles. After so much “love” from the buggy whip. That buggy whip broke my skin. Not once. Not twice. But many times I was told. After my seemingly hours of intense exercise in the pasture. I was led over to a device called a walker. It is like a merry go round. My collar was clipped to the walker. My wrists still locked to the sides of the heavy metal collar. I felt the buggy whip on my ass. Followed by the verbal command WALK. That collar was so tight around my neck. It felt so heavy. My wrists were above my shoulders. My wrists still locked onto the collar. As I walked, I stumbled. Stumbled often. When I stumbled I would be choked by the metal collar. At times I felt I was being hanged. Hard to breath when the tight heavy metal around my neck is the only thing keeping you up. I have been hung by my wrists. Hung by my ankles. Even hung by my balls. But hanging by my neck. Hanging with a collar, rope, chain or other things, scares the hell of my. I have learned there are some who get off on that. But NOT ME. Finally they allowed me to stop. Sweat was pouring off me. The sun was beating down on me. I was desperate for something to drink. My treatment. My submission training was to continue. The unclipped me from the tall walker. Good to be able to breathe again. I got down on my knees and they led me back to the stables. I had to stop here. Take a pause. This journey was hard on me. Both physically as well as mentally. So I took a pause at writing this. Spent the night looking at pics and videos. Trying to refresh my memory. My intention is to be honest and share my personal experiences as they actually happened |
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