A Day at the Races#

The opportunity came the following weekend when Philippe and Henry took their wards to the pony track. As they arrived, the place buzzed with excitement and order. The clinking of metal and leather being adjusted added to the strict atmosphere.

Anna was already on the track, dressed in her full pony outfit. Her catsuit was a striking shade of deep green, highlighting her toned body. The suit was seamless, with built-in gloves and feet, and her hair was pulled through a hole in her open-faced hood, cascading down her back. The suit left her derrière exposed, with only her chastity belt offering any modesty—a tempting target for the crop.

Over the catsuit, she wore a thick leather corset, dyed dark brown, cinching her waist tightly. It had attachment points at her hips for the sulky.

Her head was encased in an elaborate bridle, with cheekpieces, a noseband, and a throatlatch holding a bit in her mouth. The bit acted as a gag, preventing any speech. Originating from a discipline and obedience training program, it was made from rubber, but contained steel needles on the inside. It guided her, but if she resisted, the needles pressed into her mouth.

A wide, thick leather collar around her neck prevented any head movement, forcing Anna to follow the reins with her whole body. Blinkers attached to the cheekpieces restricted her vision, making her rely entirely on Julien’s guidance. An impressive plume matching her catsuit crowned her headstall.

Anna’s hands were locked to the sides of her corset with rigid leather arm sheaths, rendering them useless. Her feet were encased in knee-high pony boots, forcing her into an elevated foot position. The boots had heavy irons underneath.

Julien, her guardian and driver, adjusted the final straps and reins with care. He tested their tension with a gentle tug, ensuring they were responsive without immediately causing pain.

“Ready, Anna?” Julien asked, knowing she couldn’t respond verbally.

Anna’s gaze, narrowed by the blinkers, remained fixed ahead as she stood perfectly still, waiting for his command. Julien attached the sulky to her corset, securing it firmly and testing the connection. Satisfied, he took his place in the sulky, reins in hand.

“Walk on,” Julien commanded, touching Anna’s rear with the crop and letting the rein drop a bit.

Anna responded instantly, her body moving forward at the signal. She pulled the sulky towards the oval racetrack, her steps slow and cautious due to the weight of the cart and her restrictive outfit. Julien used the crop again, gently tapping her exposed rear, urging her to pick up the pace.

“Good girl, Anna. Keep going!” Julien encouraged.

Anna increased her pace, her legs working harder despite the strain of the pony boots and the weight of the irons. The blinkers limited her view, but she moved confidently, trusting Julien’s guidance. As they reached the track, Julien used the crop more frequently, tapping her rear to signal a faster pace.

“Go, go, go! Trot!” he ordered, his voice calm but firm.

Anna shifted to a trot. The irons under her boots clinked with each step, and her muscles strained under the effort. Julien maintained a gentle but firm grip on the reins, guiding her with precision. Any hint of disobedience was met with a sharper pull on the reins, a painful reminder to stay focused and compliant. Occasionally, he used the crop more sternly, delivering stinging corrections to her exposed rear.

Philippe and Henry watched with keen interest, noting Julien’s balanced approach of care and discipline with Anna. Philippe turned to Henry, clearly approving. “She’s well-trained. Julien has done an excellent job with her,” Philippe remarked.

Henry nodded, his eyes on Anna. “Indeed. She’s adapted well to the training. The discipline and control are impressive.”

Mara and Sonia, standing beside their guardians, observed silently. Mara was especially intrigued by the intensity of the training and the level of control Julien maintained. Sonia signed to Mara, her eyes wide with fascination.

That, someday, this one would like to try. Looks intense. Rewarding too.

Mara nodded, clearly interested, then signed back. Perhaps that can be arranged. It would be a good challenge.

As Julien guided Anna around the track, her pace steadily increased. The physical and mental demands of the training were clear in her every movement. Despite the harshness of the exercise, there was a sense of purpose in her stride.

“Let’s pick up the pace. Go, go, go,” Julien commanded, giving Anna free rein.

Anna responded, her steps becoming more rhythmic and powerful. Julien’s guidance remained steady, his commands clear. The sulky moved smoothly behind her, showing off her strength and training.

After completing a fast-paced lap, Julien pulled the reins in a bit, slowing Anna to a controlled trot. The session continued, with Julien alternating between encouraging touches and sharper corrections, keeping a balance between discipline and support. After half an hour, it was clear Anna had reached her limits.

Philippe and Henry exchanged glances, impressed by the display of control and endurance. They knew this kind of training required not just physical strength but also mental toughness—qualities they valued highly in their wards.

As the session ended, Julien slowed Anna to a walk, allowing her to cool down. He dismounted and began unbuckling the straps, removing the reins. Anna stood still, her body trembling with exhaustion but her posture disciplined.

“Good work, Anna,” Julien said gently. “You did well today. Good girl!” Anna’s eyes, visible through the blinkers, showed her relief. She closed them as the praise triggered her conditioned response. The training had been tough, but she had endured and performed admirably.

Philippe turned to Mara, his voice filled with anticipation. “Are you interested in trying this, Mara? I have the necessary attachments for your iGuardian. It will be challenging, but I believe you can do it.”

Mara nodded, her eyes reflecting her determination, and signed. Yes, Sir. This one is ready.

Sonia looked startled and signed her confusion. Why need that…? Ah. You are in a Pro Secure. This one did not realize. That is much more discipline than expected.

Philippe turned to her. “Yes, she is. But I have the pony training attachments available for it. We’ll see.”

Henry then turned to Sonia. “And you, would you like to try if we can find a fitting bridle in the stable?”

Sonia signed her answer. Gladly, Sir, but if it pleases you, not in someone else’s suit.

Henry interrupted, “I know. As it happens…” He reached into the leather bag he carried and pulled out a pony training catsuit he had brought for her. Sonia’s eyes widened as she realized she had been set up.

While Julien helped Anna clean up and get dressed again, Henry guided Sonia to the changing area. There, he dressed her in a setup similar to what Anna had worn earlier. Sonia’s mind raced as she realized just how intense this was going to be.

Mara’s setup was simpler. The iGuardian already provided all the restraint and control necessary. Philippe added a bright pink latex catsuit over the device, ensuring it clung tightly to her form, highlighting her curves.

He then attached sulky connectors to the slots at her hips, clicking them securely into place. Next, Philippe laced her feet into knee-high pony boots, their elevated heels bringing her feet into a position she was used to.

Mara remained still, her hands folded neatly behind her back, as Philippe removed her regular mask and replaced it with a horse mask, complete with a pink plume. The mask was made of thick leather, with a built-in gag that filled her mouth. It clicked into the collar of her neck corset, fixing it in place. Finally, Philippe cuffed her hands behind her back. The restraints were simple but effective, leaving Mara with no way to resist or adjust herself.

Philippe guided her outside slowly, towards the sulkies. Sonia was already there, harnessed and waiting. Mara’s heart pounded in her chest, but she was ready for what was to come.

Philippe carefully attached the sulky to the fasteners on Mara’s iGuardian, making sure everything was secure. He then settled into the seat, holding a small controller connected via Bluetooth to her “virtual reins.” These “reins” sent impulses directly to Mara’s iGuardian, controlling the electrodes buried deep in her body and over her breasts. The impulses would guide her, signaling which direction to turn, when to speed up, and when to slow down.

“Ready, Mara?” Philippe asked, his voice calm but with an edge of anticipation.

Mara pawed her hooves, though her nerves were taut. She had no idea how intense this control would be, but she was determined to master it.

Philippe took a deep breath and signaled her to move forward. A sharp jolt surged through Mara’s body, the gag choking her gasp. The signal in her anus was far stronger than she had expected, almost painful. She instinctively twisted in the wrong direction, trying to ease the discomfort, but it only made the impulse worse.

Philippe was quickly easing off the control. He hadn’t anticipated just how sensitive the system was.

Mara bit down on her gag, stoically waiting for commands. Philippe made another attempt, this time with a gentler touch. The impulse came again, this time more bearable, though still uncomfortable. It guided her forward and to the right, but she hesitated, unsure of how much to turn. Philippe adjusted the reins, and the signal became sharper, almost punishing. Mara winced, feeling the pain deep inside and on her right breast, as the breast cover activated too.

Philippe, sensing Mara’s distress, nodded, focusing on making his movements smaller. He moved the controller more carefully, and this time, the impulse was softer. Mara felt it guiding her, not forcing her. She turned to the right, moving the sulky along with her, feeling more in tune with the signal. But then Philippe tried to make her stop, and the sudden sharp impulse to her clit made her stumble, the pain almost bringing her to her knees.

Philippe pulled back completely. He took a moment to recalibrate the controls in his mind, trying to find the balance.

They tried again. Philippe sent a softer signal, and Mara moved as directed, turning smoothly this time. When he wanted her to stop, he carefully applied just a bit more pressure on the controller, and the signals from the iGuardian pulsed in a way that was firm but not painful. Mara slowed, coming to a controlled stop.

A look of relief crossed Philippe’s face as he saw they were finally in sync. Mara’s body relaxed slightly, the pain subsiding as she adjusted to the guidance. They both had a better understanding now—Philippe of the delicacy required, and Mara of how to read the signals.

“Got it,” Philippe murmured, more to himself than to her. He sent another command, and this time, Mara responded perfectly, moving the sulky forward with a steady pace. They were finally working together.

With the controls mastered, Philippe guided Mara to the track where Sonia, now in her own sulky with Henry as her driver, was waiting. Both women stood side by side, harnessed and ready, their eyes focused ahead. Mara was smaller and lighter than Sonia, but she felt the challenge in the air. Her competitive spirit flared, and she was determined to win this race.

Julien stood at the starting line, holding up a flag. He looked over at the two sulkies, his eyes scanning both women and their drivers. The tension in the air was thick as everyone prepared for the race.

Mara bit down again on her gag, determined to win and to prove herself, mastering this new challenge despite the pain and the control. She glanced at Sonia, who seemed just as determined, and then back at the track ahead.

Julien raised the flag, ready to start the race.

The race began with a burst of energy. Henry drove Sonia with sharp taps of the crop on her exposed rear, urging her forward with every strike. Philippe, on the other hand, guided Mara using the impulses from her iGuardian, sending pulses deep into her body to push her ahead. Both women started side by side, but it didn’t take long for the differences in their physical abilities to show.

Sonia, in her sleek black catsuit, surged ahead, her powerful legs propelling her forward with ease. Mara, in her bright pink suit, struggled to keep up. She pushed herself hard, trying to match Sonia’s pace, but the race quickly became a battle of raw power, something Mara lacked compared to Sonia’s larger frame.

Philippe sensed Mara’s determination, saw how badly she wanted to win, and he pushed her harder with the signals, trying to draw out every ounce of energy she had. Mara responded, digging deep, her body straining with the effort. Her strength was in her flexibility and endurance, skills honed through years of ballet and yoga, but this race demanded something else—pure, brute strength. Despite her best efforts, Sonia continued to pull ahead, her powerful strides eating up the distance between them.

Mara felt the gap widen, felt the looming sense of failure creeping in. Her competitive spirit clashed with the reality of her limitations, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t close the gap. Her legs burned, her lungs screamed for air, but it wasn’t enough. She watched helplessly as Sonia crossed the finish line well ahead of her.

By the time Mara stumbled across the line, she was exhausted and devastated. The victory had been so far out of reach, and now the weight of her failure settled on her heavily.

Philippe led her back to the changing rooms in silence. He could see the tears welling up in her eyes, the pain of her defeat written all over her face. Once inside, he gently began cleaning her, wiping away the sweat and grime, then helped her change back into her normal outfit and day-mask. The whole time, Mara fought back her tears, but when she was finally dressed, she couldn’t hold them back any longer. She broke down, crying quietly, the sting of failure cutting deep.

Mara signed with trembling hands, tears streaming behind her mask. I am sorry, Sir. This one failed you.

Philippe, kneeling and sitting her down on his knee in the stable, gently supporting her with one arm, watched her hands move with a sense of sorrow. He placed a hand gently around her narrow waist, his voice soft and reassuring. “Mara, you didn’t fail me. Please don’t think that.”

Mara hesitated, her fingers moving slowly, as if she was unsure whether to continue. It feels that way, Sir. This one could not keep up. Not strong enough. Not even close to what Sir expected.

Philippe shook his head, his tone firm but kind. “What I expected was for you to give your best, and you did that. Winning wasn’t the goal. You showed determination and spirit, and that’s what matters to me.”

Mara’s hands stilled for a moment, the weight of his words sinking in. But then, with a soft, almost hesitant gesture, she signed, This one wanted Sir proud. Did not want to disappoint Sir.

Philippe’s expression softened even more, and he took one of her gloved hands in his. “Mara, you didn’t disappoint me. Your dedication and willingness to push yourself are what make me proud. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Enough for now.”

Mara nodded, her fingers moving slowly in a final sign. Thank you, Sir, for your understanding.

Later, the three women sat together on the veranda of Philippe’s villa in Cologny, each secured to her chair. Mara, masked and silent, was fed nutrients from a feed bag. Sonia and Anna, dressed in niqabs, carefully lifted their veils to enjoy their coffee and small slices of tarte tatin, the rich aroma of caramelized apples mingling with the fresh air.

Sonia signed to Anna. Today’s training, how was it? Out there, you looked amazing. How keep that speed so long?

Anna paused, then signed back, her movements slow and deliberate. This was mild. Usually Julien pushes much harder. Lately, obedience and endurance. In the discipline and routine, comfort is there.

Mara, watching the exchange, couldn’t help but snort behind her mask at the mention of comfort. She shifted slightly, the iGuardian pressing against her in all the familiar places. But Anna’s hands moved again, explaining further, her expression thoughtful.

Yes, comfort. Strange perhaps, but discipline and routine give purpose. When pulling the sulky, everything else falls away. The noise in the head, the doubts, all gone. Only body and Julien’s guidance remain. This one knows her place and what is expected. Inside those boundaries there is peace. Hard to explain, but in those moments this one feels most herself.

Mara paused. She had not expected such a deep and serious answer. Thinking about her last two years in the iGuardian, she realized she understood more than she wanted to admit. The device had forced her into a similar kind of routine, where every movement was controlled, every action measured. There was no space for doubt or indecision; the device didn’t allow it. In a way, she had also found a strange peace within those boundaries, a place where the struggle to meet Philippe’s expectations became her sole focus. But unlike Anna, Mara wasn’t sure if she could ever call that peace comforting.

Sonia, always curious, tilted her head slightly as she signed to Mara. Never before has this one met a woman in an iGuardian Pro Secure. What is it like?

Mara paused, considering how to respond. The iGuardian was a part of her now, something she lived with every moment of every day. She wasn’t sure how to explain it, but she would try.

Her hands began to move slowly, with deliberate care. It is constant. Every part monitored. Controlled. The device adjusts posture, movement, even thought at times. It is there to guide, correct, keep this one focused and disciplined.

Sonia’s eyes widened slightly as she signed back. Painful?

Mara signed a clear no, her hands moving smoothly through the air. Not when this one behaves as she should. But if she strays, if she forgets her place, it can be harsh. The impulses are strong. They teach. They keep her in line.

Anna, watching the exchange, nodded slightly, her eyes showing understanding. She signed, Sounds difficult, but also calming. To know what is expected. To have guidance all the time.

Mara hesitated, then nodded, her fingers echoing her agreement. It is. There is peace in it. This one does not have to decide right or wrong. The iGuardian decides for her. In its way, freeing.

Sonia’s hands paused before she signed again, her movements slow and thoughtful. This one never imagined it that way. Always thought it must feel restrictive.

Mara’s hands moved quickly in response. Restrictive, yes. But comforting too. No room for doubt. No room for error. Everything decided for this one. That is easier.

Sonia’s curiosity finally got the better of her. She glanced at Mara, her hands moving with a mix of concern and curiosity. If this one may ask: why are you in an iGuardian Pro Secure? She thought it was for women who disturb social harmony.

Mara’s eyes flickered with a mix of emotions, but she quickly masked them. Her fingers moved with careful precision. Choices were made that brought this one here, Sonia. Philippe was right to use it. He has every right to expect the highest standards from his ward, and the iGuardian reinforces those standards.

Sonia wasn’t entirely satisfied with the answer. She pressed on, her hands carrying a hint of persistence. But the rewards? Surely it is more than discipline only?

Mara hesitated, then signed, A ward silently enjoys what her guardian offers. Her movements were controlled, almost too controlled, as if she were holding something back.

Sonia and Anna exchanged glances, a flicker of amusement passing between them. Their fingers moved quickly, sharing a private joke, their eyes glinting with slightly lewd humor.

Mara watched them for a moment, then signed with calm resolve. Whatever you have heard, probably it is true. Sometimes harsh, yes, but this one does not wish to be without it anymore. She paused, her hands slowing as the weight of the admission settled. This was not always so.

Sonia and Anna looked at her, sensing there was more she hadn’t said. Mara met their gaze, her fingers moving with almost ominous weight. The device also has an edging mode. If discipline mode does not bring a ward in line, that one will.

As the sun set, casting a golden light over the veranda, Philippe approached, signaling it was time to go.

Sonia and Anna began exchanging their veils for masks. Philippe unlocked Mara and helped her to her feet, guiding her. Henry and Julien released Sonia and Anna, preparing to leave.

Philippe, holding Mara by his side, nodded to Henry and Julien. “Thank you for coming. It was a pleasure.”

Henry smiled. “Likewise, Philippe. We look forward to the next time.”

With final curtsies, the group parted ways. Philippe led Mara inside, while Henry, Sonia, Julien, and Anna walked toward the tram stop.

As they waited, Sonia turned to Anna, her hands moving subtly. The iGuardian in edging mode must be hard to bear. This one wonders what Mara did to merit it.

Anna nodded and signed back. This one cannot imagine that strain. She would lose her mind.

Their conversation was cut short by Henry, who caught Sonia’s small signs nonetheless and reprimanded her. “Sonia, no gossiping. I won’t tolerate it. Whatever Mara did, she’s been corrected, and that’s the end of it. You know better.”

Sonia quickly signed, Yes, Sir. This one apologizes. She knew exactly what kind of correction Henry might have in mind if she gossiped about edging, and she definitely didn’t want that experience. She hated being denied.

The tram arrived, and they boarded, finding locking seats for the women at the back. After clicking Sonia into place, Henry rested his hand on her shoulder, a reminder of his authority. Julien guided Anna to a seat opposite Sonia and locked her in.

As the tram began its journey, Sonia and Anna exchanged a few more silent gestures. Despite the restrictions, they found comfort in each other’s company. The ride home was quiet, filled with unspoken thoughts and the hope of future gatherings. For now, they found solace in knowing they weren’t alone.