The bet was simply to remove the fore hooves - that is the latex hoof mitts that imprisoned my hands, and thus incapacitated my fingers - within three minutes.
Why three minutes? Because I was cocky (one of my biggest faults, and not the first time this has gotten me in trouble), and because I actually believed that I could escape - if I really wanted to.
What made it fair - in my trainer's opinion, and I would have agreed at the time - was that there were no locks on the leather cuffs, and the cuffs weren't quite as tight as they could have been: they could have been pulled at least one hole tighter if she really wanted to. With this in mind, I choose to take her up on the challenge.
If I were to lose, the cuffs would go another notch tighter, and they would be locked on. Sounds innocuous enough, and perhaps even a reason to purposely loose the bet, but the downside is they would remain locked on, along with my uncomfortable bit, overnight.
Sure that sounds like a great fantasy right? And it is, but living out the fantasy is not quite as great. Seriously, I've slept overnight (if you can call it sleep - it's really more like an unrestful doze, and when you wake up the next morning your mouth is dry, your hands are cramped, and you have sore spots on every knuckle) in hooves and a bit, and the reality is far from the fantasy.
Nevertheless, I figured I could break out of the cuffs and hooves in 30 seconds tops. That assumption was my downfall.
I didn't take it too seriously until after it was too late. If I had really struggled and put all my effort into it, I probably could have removed them in the allocated time, but instead I dawdled for the first minute, thinking it would be a cinch.
As it turned out, I didn't quite make the cutoff, and ended up wearing my latex catsuit, hoof mitts, and bit gag - all tightened up and locked in place to bed. Suffice it to say that I didn't get much sleep.