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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 snaffled 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 exuded the
smell 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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