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Subject: {ASSM} <Dulcinea> R is for Riding (MF, Cons, Rom, D/s, light bond) by Hecate
Date: Tue,  5 Jun 2001 07:10:04 -0400
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Copyright Hecate 2001
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This story has been written as part of the Dulcinea 
Festival and the codes are restricted to those used by 
her. She used these codes in her story C for Control.



R is for Riding (MF, Cons, Rom, D/s, light bond)

By Hecate (hecate@newsguy.com)


"I think I'm going to love this place," she said with a 
grin.

He smiled at her, glad that she was happy. Horse riding 
had been his idea; he was a good rider, she'd only had 
a couple of lessons.

"I'll take you to the stable and you can meet your ride 
for the afternoon. Then we can go to the tack room and 
get the equipment. I've arranged it all with the 
owner."

She grinned again. "You're so organised today. Not like 
you at all," she said, her eyes twinkling.

He laughed and they walked over to the stable in a 
companionable silence.

He showed her the horse, a beautiful roan.

She ahhhed, and stroked the horse's nose. He gave her a 
sugar lump for the horse. She giggled as it grabbed it 
gently from her palm.

"Oh, this is wonderful," she said, "I can't believe I'm 
here!"

He loved to see her like this. "Well, you've got some 
work to do first," he said. "We need to get all the 
tack."

"That's what men are for," she sniggered, poking him 
gently in the ribs. "C'mon, let's go then!"

They held hands as they walked to the tack room. She 
feeling impossibly happy, he contented.

In the tack room, there were a variety of saddles, 
reins, etc and the room reeked of leather and polish.

He invited her to try out some of the saddles that were 
all placed on wooden constructions allowing people to 
sit on them. She sat on one, then another, then 
another. All the while he stood watching. Especially 
her ass. In the tight riding trousers she was wearing, 
it was beautifully defined.

She looked over her shoulder at him, teasingly. Her 
eyes flashed as she said, "You know women get turned on 
riding horses, don't you?  Some say a horse gives 
better foreplay than a man..."

"Oh they do, do they? And what would you rather have 
between your thighs?"

He could feel himself getting hard. This was an 
unexpected turn in the afternoon's events. He could 
feel his breathing getting deeper by the minute. The 
little minx was doing it deliberately!

"Well, I'm sure I don't know, darling," she said with a 
catch in her voice. "But I should think that having a 
large animal between your legs must be interesting..."

Her voice had quivered slightly. He could see her 
pushing herself forward slightly in the saddle, her ass 
just rising off it, the top of her thighs almost 
grasping the pommel. He could see her nipples pushing 
against the starched cotton shirt she was wearing. And 
her face was slightly flushed.

She loved these little games and he wasn't about to let 
her down.

"No woman of mine is going to prefer a horse to me!" he 
said, striving to keep a grin off his face.

He could see she, too, was trying not to smile.

"So you think you're man enough, do you?" she demanded.

God, he felt aroused now. "I am for you, and don't you 
forget it or I'll have to make you remember!"

"I'd like to see you try!" she said.

That was what he'd been waiting for.  He grabbed some 
leather ties off the table and almost ran over to her.

"No woman talks to me like that!" 

Now he was really aroused, and the game was on. Oh, she 
teased him so, but they always loved the result.

He grabbed her wrists, noticing she didn't resist, and 
he tied her hands to the pommel with the leather ties. 
He used more to tie her legs to the wood and stirrups. 
He tied her so she was leaning forward, her ass in the 
air, her crotch pushed against the upward slope of 
the saddle.

"Whatever are you going to do?" she mockingly cried.

"Put you in your place, of course!" he said with 
simulated anger. He grabbed a riding crop and stood in 
front of her.

"This is what cock teasers get!" he said, slapping the 
crop in the palm of his hand. "You'll do as you're told 
or face the consequences!"

Inside he was boiling with lust, and seized by 
amusement. A few words, a look, that was enough for her 
to turn him on, and she knew it. Her little games were 
such fun though.

He stood to the side, raised his arm and brought the 
crop down lightly, but with an audible "thwack!"

Though it only stung slightly, it pushed her forward on 
the saddle, rubbing her between the legs as he'd 
planned.  He gave her six strokes and each time he saw 
she was getting more and more aroused. She was panting 
after the sixth, and he looked her in the eyes and 
said, "Now you will obey, slave, won't you?!"

She nodded, her breasts heaving. He could see 
the passion in her eyes.

He undid the ties.

"Get off!" he thundered. She got down and stood before 
him.

"On your knees, woman!"

He could see the crinkles at the sides of her eyes as 
she tried not to giggle.

"You know what to do!"  He tried to demand, but the 
last phrase came out almost pleadingly. He wasn't cut 
out for this, he smiled to himself. He saw a small 
smirk on her face vanish quickly as she reached for him 
and unzipped his trousers at the front. 

As he felt her gently release him from his trousers, he 
speculated on how much riding they'd get done today...


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