	


				 Getting back on the horse...


	He was very fond of horses, very.  She had begun to look forward to riding when He would come to visit.  But there was no need for a saddle...or reins.  But there was no need for a saddle...or reins.  This horse was made of wood...made by Him....for her to ride...be tied down to...to tame her...to His whip...His voice...His command.
	Her mind drifted...saw Him for a moment...fashioning it...careful measurements...smoothing edges...precise...running His hand along its length.  Perhaps He imagined laying her down on it...tying her wrists and ankles to the sturdy legs....positioning her...open...available.
	She brought herself back to the task at hand...her assignment...a story.  He usually gave her a task to do when He visited...some preparation of herself...or equipment...directing thought and energy...to focus...mind and body...ready...to submit.
	She thought of something Mistress had described...using the horse...and ropes...and the two hooks permanently fastened to the ceiling.  Four ropes would hang from the hooks...two for the arms...two for the legs...each fastened to the cuffs buckled on her wrists...ankles.  She would lay on the horse on her back...arms pulled taut...legs spread far apart...dangling from the ceiling...impossible to draw together...defenseless...riding the horse.  The idea of it excited her...left her wanting...wet.
	Before He arrived, she would tie the ropes...put on the cuffs...collar...assemble the horse...run her hand along its length...close her eyes...imagine.  And she would wait...quietly...kneeling in a position of submission...ropes dangling overhead...beside the horse...naked...wearing only the collar and cuffs.
	His soft knock on the door ended her reverie.  Mistress opened the door.  They greeted each other...warmly...old friends...exchanged pleasantries...friendly chat...paying her no attention.  Her heart beat faster...quickening breaths...trying to calm her body...her thoughts...racing thoughts...mounting desire.
	He came to inspect...check the knots...test their hold.  He idly patted her lowered head...testing the horse...nuts and bolts...secure...safe.
	Apparently satisfied, He moved to the bag He always brought...His back to her...she couldn't see what He was doing...even if she dared to look.  He came back...stood before her...close...very close.  He grasped a handful of her hair and pushed her face into His crotch...forcing her face up and down against Him...insistent...filling her with His scent...in no hurry.  
	"Stand"...and she did...immediately...legs wobbly from kneeling...trembling with excitement.  He quickly took one hand and joined one cuff to the other...positioned her under one of the hooks...raising her arms in unison...locking them there...fully extended.  Her head was forced back by the position...arms together...awkward.
	He moved behind her...tracing His fingers along her body...stopping...bending to her ear...to whisper..."Do you submit to Me?"  Her answer..."Yes Sir"...softly spoken...edged with desire...was quickly given.
	There was more movement...the tinkling of a chain...the rustle of leather.  He was behind her again...forcing her legs apart...attaching one ankle...then the other...to the long bar...holding them firmly...stretching her entire body.  He stood quietly...leaving her for just a moment...to adjust to...savor...her bondage.  The first slap fell loud...sharp...on her ass.  The second followed very quickly...and the next...and the next...until she lost count and could only revel in the sensation.  She was startled by His hand as He reached around her...plunging between her legs...pressing...probing...exciting her even more.  He was gone again...more sounds....what next?   She would think that question often...now that she couldn't see.  He had slipped the blindfold on her...quickly...quietly...shutting out the light.  He began winding the rope around her...trapping each breast...tightening...binding...layers of sensation...of bondage.  The sudden assault of her breasts by His hands startled her...caught her off-guard...forcing moans...small cries.  They stopped as suddenly as they had begun...throbbing pain...want.  "You can safe-word, you know...or can you?"  He forced her mouth open and she felt the small wooden bar pushed firmly between her teeth...held there...the straps attached to it fastened snugly at the back of her head...another layer...no voice...no sight...no movement...Their plaything.
	But, she could hear Them...speaking low to each other...planning...something....but what?  They moved about...more rustling noises.  The paddle fell hard across her ass as a mouth fastened on her nipple...sucking...biting.  She thought she would have to cum then...fought it...rode it out...managed some control of her desire.  The hand between her legs was nearly her undoing.  She had not been given permission to climax...could not ask for it...beg...not even with her eyes.  She knew if They continued, she would succumb...to the pleasure...the pain...release.  And so did They.  It all stopped...abruptly...leaving her gasping...kips rocking...moaning behind her gag.  "I think pet wants something, but, since she's not saying anything, maybe I'm wrong"...chuckling...from both of Them.  "Perhaps a ride, on a fine horse?"   
	The horse...oh yes...the horse...lovely horse...she shook her head...up and down..."Yes Ma'am"....please Sir"...mumbled...through the gag.  They began re-arranging her...letting her hands down...warmth returning to them...tingling.  They sat her down for a moment...to catch her breath...removed the gag...the rope...cool water to sip...still herself...steel herself....for what would come next...riding the horse.
	There was movement in the room again...the horse being positioned...centered beneath the hooks.  They each took one of her hands...guiding...sitting her at one end of it...laying her back...supporting her still-trembling body.  Her feet...still fastened to the bar...were drawn up...up...connected to the hooks....a perfect V...angled slightly toward her head.  Her arms were next...one to each hook...another B...angled toward her feet.  Lastly, the rope again...wound around her belly and the horse...securing her...holding her...riding the horse.
	She heard it first...heard it warm up....His small electric toy...started at the sound.  It touched her...sudden...biting...her clit...cunt lips...here thee...like a bee...small stings.  He had moved quickly...touched each nipple with it...again...again.  She was moaning...recoiling now as it found it's mark...nowhere to go.  The pain between her legs came sharply as she was struck with the little whip...hot on her clit...urging her body to cum.  She realized she heard her own voice...begging for release...pleading.  "Yes pet".  She wasn't even sure who had said it.  The orgasm cascaded over her...in her...shook her...went on...and on.  She heard the sound of it in her throat...gasped for breath as it crested...rode the wave back in...rode the horse.
	They were stroking her...calming her...bringing her back ...to Them.  He turned her face to Him.  He had removed His pants...briefs.  "Lick".  She did.  "Balls".  She took them in her mouth...each in turn...as best she could...straining.  "Suck".  She put her lips over His cock and drew Him in...firm...warm...bathing Him with her tongue.   The paddle landed...hard...jolting...searing.  "Stay in the game"... her mouth had stopped.  
	She was being tested...being taught.  What either of Them commanded had to come first...always.  "Focus".  He said that as He pinched Her nipples...hard enough to bruise her....slapped at them...she was trying...losing.  The paddle had stopped...mercifully.
	But there was soon another sound...vibrating...she knew it...her body knew it...immediately.  The tiny, powerful vibrator was placed directly on her clit...so intense...impossible to resist.  She put all her focus...energy...to the cock in her mouth.  Her body writhed with pleasure...climax nearing...hers...His...passion...raw.  She couldn't ask permission...mouth full of hard cock...sucking...tasting it in the back of her throat.  She couldn't stop this time...control lost...intense waves of pleasure...crashing over her.  "Cum pet, cum for me"...blessed permission.  Her body arched with her climax...trying to lose herself in it...trying to bring Him with her.  She felt His cock...knew He was nearing His climax...she sucked...spasmed....groaned...licked...shaking...swallowing...lost herself in it.  She felt her back as it arched...the heat racing from her cunt in all directions...she came...and came...violently....riding the horse.
	She barely realized They were removing most of her bonds...barely felt the hands that helped her dismount....barely felt her feet being guided...to sit...at Mistress' feet.  
	So, this was her story...written...sent to Him for His approval.  She wondered how much of it He would follow on His visit...wondered if He might edit it when He arrived...and edit it He could.  He, himself , was an author....wrote stories of His own...creative...provocative.  He had made the horse and she found herself thinking....imagining....responding....getting back on the horse.

	........annie