The horses paraded past the grandstand, Michael handed star the binoculars. She found his horse and jockey, with dark and light green silks. Michael's tall and lean redheaded exercise girl was on the lead horse. Star was always jealous of her and the voluptuous blonde groom. Her Master leaned over and showed her the program. She followed his finger, " No. 8, Shooting Star". She smiled and kissed him on the cheek.

She watched the tote board count the odds, 30 to 1, 26 to1 the odds counted down as Shooting Star piled up the bets at the windows. Slave star moved in her seat and felt a wet spot on her seat. Between the cunt torment and the excitement of the race she was flowing like a river.

The horses were being loaded in the gate. They were having trouble loading the number ten horses. The tote stopped, the favorite was 2 to 1, and Shooting Star came off at 10 to 1, "not bad" she thought as the last horse came off at 22 to 1. But a shiver shot through the slave as she realizes that her Master had bet $5,000 on his horse. If Shooting Star lost, that could mean anywhere from 50 to 500 strokes, depending on how the horse placed. 50 for second, 250 for third and 500 for anything after that, plus the dungeon.

The horses were at the gate, they looked ready, "THEIR OFF!!!" Every one jumped to their feet, the noise of the crowd grew. Star jumped up and raised her arms, being carried away with the crowd, but it took a second for the teeth on the clips and the harness pressing the plug up her ass to bring her back to reality and control her excitement.

At the first turn Shooting Star was forth, but gaining. Just pulling out of the turn Shooting Star pulled up to third, hitting the stretch the horse extended its stride, and the Jockey had not even gone to the whip. Shooting Star was neck and neck with the second horse and behind the lead by only one length. As they entered the turn it was still neck a neck behind the leader.

Half way through the turn, the Jockey went to the whip! Star watched him use in on the horse's flank. Another shiver shot like a rocker up her spine, Michael had promised her, that was the whip, which he would use on her if he had too!

Hitting the home stretch, Shooting Star had passed the second horse, was now half a length behind the leader and gaining! The noise grows. Shooting Star is gaining, just a few furlongs to go! The two leaders have left the pack behind,

Star's thought left the race, "At least I will get only fifty." She thought.

Closer and closer they raced, so close they could not tell one horse from the other!! The line gets closer and closer, then it happens, Shooting Star's head pushes into the lead, three furlongs to go. His chest passes the ex-leaders nose, closer and closer!!

OVER THE LINE!! It was close; Star waited breathlessly for the tote to announce the winner. Her immediate fate rested on that simple light. Her Master was already shaking hands. Then the lights lit up, to slave star they were like a Christmas tree.

Shooting Star had one! She fell back into her seat in relief. The celebration had begun as her Owner pressed the flesh and received the pats on the back. He finally turned to star and held out his hand, she took it and stood, he embraced her hard. He had just won $300,000 with the bet.

In the rush to get to the winner's circle, the harness pulled so hard one of the cunt clips pulled painfully off her flesh. He tits bounced and she was more consciences of her hard nipples that before.

The usual pictures were taken the checks handed out and the hands shaken. The groom and the trainer walked the Horse back to the Piss Stall, to get a sample for drug testing. After that it would be to the wash stall and his reward. The celebration went on for a while in the Jockey Club. By the time it wound down it was dark out. Master Michael excused himself and took star by the hand. The valet brought their car and they drove off headed for a private celebration at the horse barns.

The Master's barn was off toward a far corner of the track property. As they drove down one row, they met two security guards in a truck. Master pulled up next to them, greeted them by name. The returned the greeting and congratulated him on the win. "Party time?" on said. "Yep"-said star's Owner as he handed him an envelope. They thanked him and drove away. Michael turned to star, knowing she was curious, they took good care of Shooting Star all season and besides we do not want to be disturbed. As they drove poor star finally got a chance to speak, "Master may I speak?" "Of course little one." He said.

" One of the clips came off your cunt as we were leaving, you slut is so sorry. May this bitch put it back on?" He smiled "That is all right little slave, it will be off shortly anyway."

Star got a shiver, as she realized that she would be deeply involved in the celebration.

They pulled up to the barn. His area was at the end, which included a Tack room, a stall for each of his three horses, and a large, wash stall.

The groom and excursus girl, Gail and Cheri had set up several tables and a nice spread of cold cuts. The Trainer Hal was talking too a couple star did not recognize. The man was average about 55 the woman, his spouse, was short and rather heavy. The other couple, who came over to great Michael, was old friends of his and knew the relationship between he and star. Star found them rather attractive. Although star had served them naked at times she had never been called on to use her sexual talents to entertain them. She did suspect the woman was a sub like her.

Star stood quietly while Michael greeted everyone and gave the horse a hug on the neck. In a moment Cheri greeted star and handed her a case. The boss said for you to go into the Tack room and open the bag.

Star retreated into the room full of halters, blankets and saddles. In the case was a note, "Free your self from the harness and strings. Put on the clothes and come out ready to serve my guests, quickly!" signed Michael.

Such a relief to remove the last painful clip from her labia. Her muscles had closed so tightly it was very uncomfortable to remove the plug.

Inside was a very brief French Maids uniform. Sleeveless and the skirt almost to the bottom of her ass cheeks, star squeezed into it. No stockings but 6 inch heels that locked on her ankles. A little white apron and a frilly hat completed her outfit. Star stood by the door and stared at it for what seemed forever, gathering her courage to be seen by a whole group of new people. She reached around feeling her that her asshole was stretched wide open then she touched her cunt in an attempt to soothe the pain. Finally pulling down the dress as far as it would go, star stepped out into the warm night.