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Dori’s
shaking head. More straps followed round the top of her head, down her cheeks
and under her chin. A thick leather collar was fitted around Dori’s neck,
pushing the turtleneck collar down and providing a base for the many other
straps that came from the bridle. When Winnie finished, Dori’s head was
encapsulated in a web of leather and the bit was firmly seated back in the
girl’s straining and nearly silent mouth. Winnie tied a leather thong around
Dori’s booted feet and roughly pulled until both feet were tightly together
with the heels digging into her butt, then she ran the thong through the back
of the wide belt, down through the cleft between her now compressed buttocks, up
through the vaginal slit and anchored to the belt in front.
      A bit of drool ran down the corners of Dori’s
mouth and dripped on the front of the tight white turtleneck shirt. Dori’s head
was all the way back, her braid anchored to her feet with a leather thong. The
single sleeve of the shirt had been pulled back and down and through her crotch
with another sturdy thong; the end fastened to the front of the wide waist
belt. The thong bisected her crotch, disappearing inside the furry slit and
emerging where the breeches began. Dori wiggled her hands inside the shirt’s
tight sleeve, trying to get a grip on the thong that was pulling her hands down
and cutting her vaginal slit in half. Winnie responded to this defensive action
by wrapping a wide leather band around both Dori’s wrists and pulling the band
tight, slowly bringing the notches in the buckle tighter and tighter until both
hands were palm to palm. She locked the buckle. Winnie completed the strange
bondage by tying the wristband to another thong and pulling that one through
Dori’s crotch as well and knotting it to the waist. She reached down and
carefully worked the multiple leather strands into positions on either side and
in the middle of Dori’s lower lips, pushing the lips outward and pinching them
between the three lengths of rough leather.
    “Ever wonder how
horses really feel?” Winnie purred as she busied herself with the thongs
surrounding Dori’s cunt. “One of the key parts of your training is that you
learn exactly how horses feel when you put harness and bridle and saddle on
them. We add a few other things to make it real for you, but its all part of
the approved course of instruction.”
    After tugging on
the leather cords enough so that Dori was sure she was being cut into several
bloody pieces, Winnie took another wide strap and put this over Dori’s
sleeve-enclosed arms and around her already belted waist. This strap pulled her
bound arms close to her body and stopped any possible movement of the upper
torso. Then she sent for a luggage wagon and loaded Dori onto the steel floor
of the four-wheeled cart. She fastened a chain from the top of Dori’s braid to
the overhead bar intended for hanging clothing and suit bags. Then she took the
cart and her charge down the hall to the elevator. Dori squirmed and hissed on
the cart; trying to get a less uncomfortable position and fearing that she’s
topple off the moving cart and be dragged by the chain attached to her braid.
    Something is really odd here and I am going to have
to find out what this is all about, Dori thought.

Chapter
Five
A
Sample of Discipline before Dinner

 
 
    The lift
descended to the main floor and they rolled down the long, carpeted hallway to
the main meeting room. Other instructors and their new guests had arrived and
the meeting was about to begin. Each of the sixteen students was dressed the
same. Those with short hair had their heads tied back with straps and thongs
from their bridles instead of braids. All of the students were recent high
school grads or college girls. All were over 18 years old and none over 25. It
was the school’s primary rule that no one outside of this age group would be
allowed in the summer classes and it made for an excellent selection of