Breaking In the Bronco - Part 3 (Final)

***By Paladin***

I let Sasha’s ponytail go and placed both hands on my hips. This allowed me to sit up straighter and let my weight sink even deeper into her back. I pressed with my right knee against her ribs and Sasha obeyed instantly. I kept the pressure on and she completed a full circle. I pressed with the left and she straightened. We were facing the sea again.

“Whoa pony.” I dismounted. “Lie down and rest for a moment.” 

I noticed that she had automatically put herself in the perfect position for me to straddle her. Her arms bent up by her head in case I wanted to sit on her chest, her knees up should I want to sit on her stomach and lean back comfortably.

She had a strong, muscular body without losing any of the curves that drew men’s eyes. The body of a dancer or gymnast, she quickly recovered from most exertions but I could see how grateful she was to have the warm sand against her back and to rest.

I could end this now but I had never had a pony girl travel so deeply into the role before. I doubted Sasha had ever allowed herself to be dominated so deeply either. 

I had physically dominated her. I had pushed her to the point where she obeyed me. She called me Master but how much further could she be driven? Could I drive her to the point where she would collapse rather than disobey me, give herself completely into my control rather than disappoint me? If I let her go now would I have the chance or the courage to try again?

I Stepped over her and stood quietly looking down at her. Before she could speak I raised my right leg and placed my foot on Sasha’s stomach. I could feel the muscles beneath the soft skin. Sasha watched me without comment. I tilted my foot and lightly ran the spur up her stomach. She shook. I did it again but at the end flicked my foot up. Sasha’s eyes widened at the sight of the rowel spinning.

I stepped forward and placed my foot just above her face. “Kiss my foot slave,” I ordered. Her soft lips felt incredible, her tongue just grazed my instep. I gently placed my heel on her forehead. “Kiss the spur slave.”

She gasped, not only was she submitting to me but also to the tools with which I had dominated her. She hesitated a moment but then, with her eyes closed, obeyed me.  Was she completely mine, not yet.

“On all fours pony.” I mounted her, even after only ten or so minutes she felt stronger. “I’ve changed my mind pony, I want to look at the sea first.”

Sasha turned without guidance and moved towards the breakers in the distance. I caught up her ponytail and pulled her to a halt. “Oh no pony. I want to look at the sea on the other side of the river.”

As I turned her I felt resistance but I quickly crushed that and spurred her back across the flats.

Sasha whimpered as the mud softened. Within a few more strides she was up to her forearms. I pushed her on with my hips and we reached the edge of the shallow flow of water. 

A low moan escaped Sasha’s lips as the mud slipped up over her elbows and up her thighs. I knew her breasts were now sliding through the muck and I pushed any thoughts of stopping away. 

Sasha’s gait slowed as she ploughed her way across, dragging my weight on her back. 

By the middle we had reached the deepest point and the mud slipped in ribbons across her back strangely making my ride on her back even more arousing. The river sapped her strength quickly and she struggled to pull free. I smacked her backside but she didn’t cry out. I dug the spurs in and she shivered. I dug them in again and she cried out, “Master.” 

Sasha dragged herself free, her fingers dug in, the muscles in her thighs standing out as she pushed with everything she had. She staggered as we met the sand on the other side. Once more I guided her simply with my knees, my weight once more upright and solidly in the centre of the curve of her back.

My pony’s breath came in short gasps, “Master,” she pleaded.

My answer was the spurs. Her head came up and she moved faster like a runner reaching the finish line.

We reached the shore and she halted. I stayed mounted and refused to speak. My pulse hammered through my body. How long, how long I wondered?

Slowly my pony sank to the sand and I rode her down, relishing every moment of her collapse. I sat perfectly at ease on her back and watched the waves. She had given me everything she had, nothing held back. My mind and body were on fire

Sasha sprawled on the sand. I stood and removed the spurs. “Turn over pony.” She did. “Remove your top pony.” She wriggled out of the mud soaked croptop and her body was magnificent.

I removed my shorts and straddled her stomach, “buck pony.” Her body tightened under mine, the mud made me slip forward and back sending sparks up my spine. “Again!” She bucked until the little energy she had left faded. 

When she stopped I slid slowly up her body, pausing for a moment on her breasts. I could have sat there for an eternity but an even stronger imperative moved me. I slipped down her breasts and came to rest just before her throat. Her arms were forced up above her head.

I looked down into her eyes. I wasn’t sure what to expect, resignation, defeat, fear? Instead there was a spark as if the more I dominated her the more pleasure she drew from it.

“Have you pleased me enough yet slave?” 

She laced her fingers behind her head. Without taking her eyes off me she traced the length of me with her tongue. My head arched back as she continued to run the edge, tip and blade of her tongue along, around and across me.

The sea misted in my eyes as my slave’s tongue continued to send currents of electricity racing through my body. I gasped and looked down as her lips and mouth drew me in. Her tongue continued it’s devastating work but now her eyes were closed.

Seconds were all I had left. My glorious pony thought purely of my pleasure. Hers coming from the need to serve and obey me. The explosion tore away thought. 

Sasha slept in the back seat all the way home, a smile of satisfaction greeted me each time I glanced back to see how she was.