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30 days submission training i experienced (part ten) My last post I was talking about being led back to the barn. I was on my knees. A leash attached to the metal collar around my neck. If given a choice, I would of much rather been led back to the stables on my hands AND knees. But my hands were locked to both sides of the collar. Looking at that the pictures, I felt my knees here at home reminding me of how much my knees hurt at that time. I went through hell that night. In the morning I was awaken by the Middle Eastern woman at the ranch. She had been out riding that morning. Dressed in her riding outfit. She walked over to me. Said she stepped in shit and wanted me to clean her boots. My hands were still restrained to the collar so my hands were useless. So all I had left was my tongue. I had to lick off mud and shit. Now I have been used as human furniture. A human ashtray. Human toilet. My mouth was a urinal for both women and men. Never did I eat shit. I’m not into scat. But this time, I watched myself eating shit off someone’s boots. Yes it is disgusting. But during this training, I agreed everything was on the table. When it was nearing time for me to leave. The two Senoras came to me. Said I stink. Told me I smelled like shit. So they made me stand. I was still chained to the wall in the stable. My hands were still restrained to the heavy metal collar around my neck. It was time for a bath they said. They hosed me down with cold water from the garden hose. Then washed me with soapy water. They had a brush they used to wash down horses. A stiff brush with a long wooden handle. The bristles hurt. They were not easy on me. They scrubbed hard. When I protested they turned the brush around and beat me with the back of the wooded brush. I was crying when they set the brush and pail aside. Then they rinsed me off with cold water before they released me. They watched as I dressed. I was still wet. They did not allow me to dry myself off. I was taken back in the same pickup. I sat in the bed of the pickup. When we got to the train station. I saw I had time to wait. I spotted a store nearby. I picked up a loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter. I only had ten dollars and some change. I still had three days or so before I would be home. And I needed to eat. So peanut butter sandwich for the next three days would be it |
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