Chapter Thirty-Two
Lipizzaner Showtime
Finally, there came a fanfare of trumpets and our line began to move up the corridor with each of our Trainers walking along beside us off to the side, a metre away. We had to trot, keeping our reins to them tight and prance prettily out and into the view of the crowd. The new tightness of our harnessing kept our heads quite immobile, only the nodding plumes of our manes and tails and the number identity disks at the middles of our backs showing motion. When I stepped out onto the carefully raked dirt floor, I felt a sudden pleasant buzzing against my c******s. It was wonderful. After so much pain from the intimate nubbin, to receive pleasure was a totally unexpected boon. The arena hushed quickly when we entered, everyone wanting to see us clearly
