The following is a detailed journal of my visit to Mistress Lalique where I spent 5 days 24/7 as her horse.. I had no choices, no control, no turning back. I gave up ALL rights as a human and became her owned horse. I was not allowed to use my hands or do anything remotely associated with a human.. I was her horse..her beast of burden.. I was owned..Mistress Lalique was my Owner.. she had all rights to me, body, mind, diet, punishments, torments, ALL was HER choice including when and what I ate. This was not play, this was real!

© 1998 trigger

I arrived at the airport in Hyannis, MA around 2:30P.M. August 11, 1998. The flight was a little late and the day had been long. I had not had any time to grab any thing to eat all day so I was not only nervous and excited, but hungry. I walked into the terminal to see my Owner standing with a sign that said "trigger". I walked up to her and she asked out loud "Are you ready to be my owned horse for a week?" She paid no attention to the other people as they walked by. I did request the use of the facilities before we departed and she replied, "You may, it will be your last time as a human, enjoy it my pet!"

As she drove me to my new home, she asked if there were any last minute questions or concerns for when we arrived, I would not be allowed to talk or act human for the entire 5 day duration. Upon arrival, she led me around the back of her house, made me strip and put pad locked cuffs on my hands and feet, bound my hands, put on a collar, let me to the stall and tethered my collar by leads on each side. it was only a few minutes until she returned with some things in a tack box. Within a few minutes, she had a butt plug in my virgin ass, tied in place with rope. She inspected me like a horse, then left me in the stall and when inside her home.

it had been several hours before she returned.. she took me out of the stall and into the yard, where I had my first taste of her lunge whip and being lunged. Not lunged "like" a horse, but lunged "AS" her horse. I have spent many days on the thread mill to build up my muscles for trail riding and walks, but being a "green" horse, I was not in shape for what she had in mind.

"Knees High!.. Back straight.. head up!".. and pop with the lunge whip.. I was just feeling like I was getting the hang of the high step walking when the whip popped me and I was made to trot.. This was the hard part.. my legs and weight and being out of shape made it seem impossible to move my legs HIGH and FAST.. but I tried.. I had to.. I had no choice. She taught me and I learned quickly the lunge commands although for me, this seemed to be a little awkward.

I had no sense of time and don’t know how long she worked me, I was sweating, breathing hard and my legs started to cramp.. but she kept the whip on my ass and I can truly say "MADE" me endure her training. Several times during my stay she literally lunged me in to the ground.. my feet gave out from under me and I felt as if I could not move them again.. it is amazing what one can do when your Owner is skilled with a whip and is determined to work her horse into shape. The few times I did hit the ground, I learned what it was like to be just an owned animal with no choice or control over how I am treated.. I had no human rights, I had no choice about being whipped hard and made to continue... I am her horse, her beast of burden.."now burden, horse".

After the first night of lunging, I was chained in my stall, fresh water put in my bowl, and I was fed.. yes I was starving. She came in with a scoop and filled my bowl.. it was real horse feed..sweet feed I think she called it. in know time she had my head forced into the bowl, "Eat, you will need more strength than you showed today for tomorrows activities.. I have friends coming over..now EAT!" She also made me lick my salt block, drink the water and eat some hay.. it was ALL horse.. nothing human.. no hands were allowed.

My stall was nice and clean.. fresh wood shavings on the ground..it took me a while to learn how not to get them in my food and water. After a little while, she tossed a blanket on me, closed my stall door and put the lock on it as well... I knew that even if I wanted to get away.. I could not... chained with a lock as well as the door being locked would prevent that.. I knew there would be no turning back now.

I am not sure what time the sun rises there, but there is a rooster in the neighborhood and daylight woke me.. I was sore from the previous workout, and from sleeping on the ground with no pillow or comforts I had been used to. I drank some water, licked the salt block as I knew it was going to be a long day.. and ate some more of my horse feed. I also had to take care of nature so I found a favorite corner and did my job. A little while later, breakfast.. I wasn’t aware I would be having breakfast and had already ate quite a bit of the horse feed, but the hot oatmeal was good.. so I ate a good bit of it.

I didn’t have much energy this day, in fact I felt a little sick. I think it was from not eating all day Tuesday and not from the horse feed. After breakfast I was led outside and tied to a tree where I had my first bath and grooming. This included a bucket of soapy water, the garden hose, a hair cut trim and shaving of the pubic area. The water was cold and also the outside temperature was a little chilly (when one is naked and wet especially). After the grooming, she put on my tack.. and my bridle and went for her first ride on her new horse.

She felt really comfortable on my shoulders and it seemed she rode for quite a while (I think she later told me around 20 minutes)... I was feeling pretty good even though my energy level was up and probably could have gone longer, but she had friend coming over and wanted to save some for them. I was then put back into my stall where I waited for their arrival.

When they arrived, they all came out to see Mistress Lalique’s new horse. Some of her slaves tended to making lunch for them. I was then lunged so they could see her work me some.. again.. "Knees high, head up, back straight".. it didn’t take long until my muscles were sore. I could hear the comments, "he’s out of shape, really green, etc..." and Mistress Line made a comment.."it will only take you a few weeks of hard training and he’ll be in shape".. my mind went to weeks of being lunged until I fall..and I wanted to be her horse?!! <grin>.

I was tied in the yard while they ate, fed an apple, carrots and even some dry bran flakes for lunch.. then the pony fun began.. Mistress Lalique took her ride to show them all, then offered them a ride. Alex declined as she wanted to stay more in the cart area, but Mistress Line went for a short ride. She was bigger than Mistress Lalique and really looked great in her black jeans and boots.. She mounted me, and rode me around the yard a few laps.. I think she felt a little uncomfortable on my shoulders or maybe just not in a riding mood, but I did enjoy her short ride.

Mistress Lalique had been using a slave for a mounting block and decided she needed to have an alternate method. it is a high mount from the ground, so she grabbed a plastic patio table to climb onto.. she just got her foot in the stirrup when it buckled, falling back and pulling me on top of her. I am pretty sure this is where I hurt my right shoulder.. for after this, my arm would go numb after any small amount of riding..something that I had never had a problem with before. There was also a nice bruise and knot that came up. This didn’t prevent my Owner from riding, but she did have concern and took it easy on me (riding).. which made her lunge me more (I think).. She also put some real horse liniment on me often..that stuff was great!

The rest of the day was spent with riding, lunging, or being tied up while the rain came down for short periods. This was the day that I remember actually having my legs give out from under me several times.. it was a new feeling to try and move my leg and nothing would happen.. somehow the whips eventually made them move.

it was an interesting feeling to be ridden while seeing a slave being used to pull a cart or be ridden on all fours. At one point, Mistress Lalique was riding me, Alex was driving a ponyboy in the cart, and Mistress Line was riding a ponyboy on all fours. I had been ridden a few times on all fours, but never pulled a cart and my mind had to wonder how it would be. The buggy whip really looked wicked, as did the lunge whip that had been used on me quite heavily..yes I had nice red lines all over my body.. even on the front from where the tail wrapped around on occasion. She also brought out a twitch and my mind had to wonder about it.. yes I later found out the hard way about the twitch.

One thing that did come to mind as the day ended, was that I was a horse. As the play ended, and the ponyboys went back to being slaves, talking and conversing with the Ladies, I was a horse and left as an animal until needed again. This really brought out the difference in play as a horse and "being" a horse.

As it became dark, I was put in my stall.. I was starving, except for some apples and carrots, a small bowl of bran flakes and a granola treat, I had not had anything but water since daylight.. I had to rely on my owner to feed me.. what if she got busy with her friends and forgot.. I would be hungry until SHE feeds me.. it wasn’t long after I was put in my stall that she came out and brought my feed for the night.. the ladies were ready to play. They changed and got ready for a rug slave. I could hear music and laughter from my stall as the night went on and I was confined to my stall. An hour or so later (guessing) they were back out side and Mistress Line wanted to lunge me standing on a human rug. By now my muscles had already gotten sore, in fact, it took me a few minutes to be able to stand up and keep my balance (a week later and I'm still having this soreness). I actually fell in the stall during the night trying to get up for natures call.

Again I was lunged long and hard, this time with one Mistress chasing me with her crop, and the other two with long lung whips.. 3 Mistress’ whipping me while I'm trying to trot with my knees high. There were several times when I actually had tears from the combined pain. Finally, I was rubbed down with liniment and put back in the stall. This stuff you can feel where it works.. I was freezing cold from the sensation.. she even put some on my cock and balls (ouch!).. I finally warmed up (all except my right arm/shoulder) and went to sleep.

Thursday morning, breakfast.. as sore as I was, I found my self excited to see my Owner each morning.. Wondering how she slept, if she thought of me, her horse, in her stall. Thursday was rough because of the soreness of ALL my muscles.. my feet were raw (no shoes) and I had stepped on acorns and twigs while being ridden/lunged.

After a brief ride or so and some lung work, I was put back in my stall and left all day. She must have had things to do.. and as her horse, I was there for her pleasure WHEN she wanted it, only there to wait and be used when needed. Thursday evening came around and she wanted to go for another ride. She was riding me around the yard when she heard her neighbor calling her cat.. since she was new to the neighborhood..she jumped off, tied me to a tree and went to visit her neighbor. it was a while before she came back and rode some.. then she put me in my stall, fed and watered and left me for the night. This was the coldest night..but I slept great.. I was beginning to really feel like her horse, getting used to the treatment and not talking or using my hands.

Friday, breakfast and some lunge and riding..then I was tied in the yard to "graze" all day. Friday night, now that is a whole different story. This was the night that made me want to have a T-shirt made that says "I survived a WEEK, with Mistress Lalique!" <grin>. She decided I needed to be focused on something beside my aching muscles.. so I was distracted by a few cigarette burns in some "strategically" placed spots.. some cock and ball whippings, nipple clamps.. in fact.. I was led over some 4x4 (imitation cavallettis) by the nipples.. lunged with them as well.. then came the twitch.. just for the few who don’t know what this is, let me explain this.

Usually, a stick with a chain loop on the end. On a real horse, it is used on the lower lip to distract him from things going on around him (checking his hoofs, etc..) when he is restless or has bad stable manors. No.. it wouldn’t work on my lips.. so what is the other option.. the cock and balls!.. She twisted the chain tight.. so tight I was screaming and had tears in a matter of seconds... the then led me around the yard and the cavalletti jumps.. alternating between the twitch and the nipple clamps.. being sweaty, they didn’t want to stay on.. which really was pissing her off and not making it easier on me. Finally a set that stayed on for a while... until she yanked them off... This went on for hours..

Then she put me back in the stall and fed me my oatmeal.. it was dark, I was exhausted and was having a hard time eating.. She came out a few minutes later with a sissy slave to show "her" the horse.. as I was not eating much, Mistress Lalique sat on my back and with her foot forced my head in to my bowl of oatmeal.. I ate as best I could. I did need my strength for the show the next day.

in no time, she got up, grabbed my cock and balls from under my ass and lifted me up off the ground.. my face in the bowl of oatmeal and the only thing touching the ground.. WOW, she is strong!.. So now to show the sissy slave how she has been training her horse.. yes.. again.. I am lunged with the twitch.. I am even made to give "her" (the sissy slave) a ride, but she was leaning forward so far.. so I was made to give a cart ride to them both.. Mistress Lalique did not hesitate to whip me with her buggy whip.. it felt like a knife going down my back.. it was all I could do to keep pulling and even fell a few times while pulling the cart.. my leg muscles (especially my right one) were cramping... I was almost dead it felt.. but I had no choice.. and she made me continue.. for I am her horse, her beast of burden and have to suffer through for her enjoyment.

I really prefer being a riding horse, but did enjoy the cart work.. and I am sure there will be another time when I feel the buggy whip on my back as I am made to pull Mistress Lalique in her cart. As creative as she is I am surprised I was not made to pull the cart with the sissy slave in it while Mistress Lalique rode me.. I'm sure her compassion for me and caring for me had a lot to do with this. She also rode me on all fours.. this was a "spur" of the moment decision and I had no knee pads.. those acorns and twigs were rough but the ride was short. I do like the feel of a rider on me (in any manor) and was complimented on my gate, but again I prefer being a 2 legged riding horse and that is what Mistress Lalique also desires from me.

it was well into the night (I think she said after midnight) before she stopped and put me into my stall.. The next morning came early.. as we had a long drive to the Erotic Thoroughbreds show. I was fed, and given my morning shower.. only this time, she surprised me and led me to an outdoor shower.. I had a hot bath!!.. I didn’t realize how good hot water could feel on sore muscles. She groomed me, wrapped my legs in horse wrappings to keep them warm for the trip.. led me to her vehicle where I laid down in the back (like a station wagon type back with the seats down). Covered me with a towel and off we went.

it was a 3 hour drive (or more) when we finally got there, I had to go big time.. until then, I went whenever and where ever, just like a horse.. but in her car.. I couldn’t do that.. so my sore cock and balls suffered all the way to the show.

We were a little late, but managed to compete with a short ride. it was really nice to see all the other ponies and trainers, but awkward to not speak or acknowledge them. As I watched, I saw several various people and wondered if before the day was over if she might ride. I felt honored to be owned by such a beautiful Mistress and new everyone was admiring her. This made me feel proud and brought my head high in a natural response.

After a while, Mistress Lalique was going to have to leave, but I had to be the horse until 11:00 P.M. so she had a "For Sale By Owner" sign put on me to find someone to take over. As the judges came around to inspect the pony, I was captured by the look of Mistress Lisanne. She was dressed in riding clothes and had on a pair of mexican type spurs. I just knew before the day was over those would be in my side. She came by and inspected me, lifting my feet/hoofs and checking my teeth. I guess being a judge she didn’t feel she could buy me, but she did have a nice smile at the sign. The other judges made their way around and then went to tally the scores. Right after that, a tall slender lady named Mistress Ride Hard asked if she might ride me. Mistress Lalique had just finished lunging me and said sure, let me get him some water first. But with all the people, this got lost for the moment. Several pony girls came by and acted sorta frisky, but I was so sore, I didn’t have much to respond with.

Mistress Lalique left and Mistress Line became my owner for the remaining 7 hours. While everyone went to eat, I was tied to a rail and left for a few hours.. then the night party began.. I had a few ladies go for some rides. The wood floor was like pins on my feet.. I guess from the soreness and nothing to pad them. Mistress Ride Hard was the first to ride me.. She was a tall woman, slightly thin. She mounted and felt like she had been on me a hundred times. in a matter of seconds, a light touch of the crop and off we went. There were people playing in the room (other bdsm play) so it was not easy to ride, but she wanted to run.. so she kicked and used the crop and I ran.. she stopped me pretty quick and made a remark.."wow, this is a dream" and with that, she rode me around a few more times… making me run with her. When she dismounted, she asked Mistress Line, "is he really for sale.. he is great!.. he rides better than my real horse!" What a compliment!

A few other ladies took a few rides, including Sassy (a ponygirl from earlier in the day). She was so cute dressed in pig tails like a real "young" girl. I am not sure of the other ladies names that rode me, there were a few. Ponybuck was also now giving rides, and a cute young woman rode him.. I was anxious for her to ride me, but she got frightened. Someone mentioned that I was "spirited".. I still don’t know where that came from <grin>. Then I noticed a lady, she looked familiar.. would she ride me?.. she also was dressed in some really tight pants and had on sharp mexican spurs. I was lead to her and she was asked if she cared to ride, she declined and said "maybe later". My heart sank, as I realized it was a long time fantasy woman of mine, Laura Goodwin. I noticed she looked at me quit often and wondered what she thought but never even got the chance to talk to her as she left before 11:00 PM.

As the night went on, I was led around, tied to rails, handed from one person to another. A very nice lady named Dallas brought me some water, walked me a little. Then Mistress Line got me again, put nipple clamps on me and led me around a while. When she pulled them off, she pulled them so fast one of them broke. The last few hours seemed longer than the last few days. I was already missing my owner and my stall.

Eleven came and I was taken out of pony role.. it was nice to get to talk to a few friends, although most had already left.. that was probably one of the hardest parts.. being at the party with so many people I had met online, etc.. and not being able to talk to them.. once someone came up and introduced himself, when I let out a whinny, Mistress Line smacked me in the face.. "horses can’t understand talk either!"

So that is the basics, I must say that Mistress Lalique did EVERYTHING perfectly.. she is humorous, fun, creative, authentic.. she is PERFECT!

if anyone has a desire to really experience being (not acting like) a horse.. she can give it to you. Some may not be able to go 5 days.. next time, I will probably go a few weeks or a month (if my schedule will permit).. for she reinforced my desire to be a 24/7 horse.. I truly think I have horse in me!! She may not be my full time owner but she will always be my first "real" owner and as most owners and pets, I think we have a bond between us.. I love you, Mistress Lalique!