Chance Meeting Part 5 - Final (by Paladin)

Once through that too-soon-door I guided my blond pony slave into the lounge. I was now very grateful for whatever instinct had led me to pay extra for a studio room with a separate, large lounge.

I rode her around the lounge, just savouring the feel of her body under mine. Then I twitched her blond hair and she obeyed quickly. After the bedroom I rode her into the bathroom. I knew the hard tiles would press cruelly against her knees and test her resolve. She paused and slowed as the hard, white floor bit at her delicate skin but apart from that she offered no complaint, even when I reined her in, holding her in place while I enjoyed the view offered by the oversized bathroom mirror.

“Master you told that girl you would ride me to exhaustion and then keep riding me till I begged to submit to you.”

“True,” I replied.

“But how will you know? I mean I’m already worn out and if you want me to I’ll beg now.”

I smiled at the lovely image her body on all fours made, if only I’d brought a camcorder. “The fact that you can still ask is proof that you are not exhausted and most certainly not broken to my will yet.” 

I kicked her on and rode her into the little kitchenette, then back through the lounge and into the bedroom. I dismounted and waited but she didn’t move to stand up. This girl was made to be ridden and dominated. 

“Remove your bra and lie down on the bed.”

She stood up and quickly slipped the black satin free. Then she stretched until she rose up on her toes. She cast me a wicked little smile before diving onto the bed. I scrabbled around in my bag until I found a small bottle of massage oil, a prize from a recent wrestling match.

I climbed onto the bed and straddled her backside. I felt the muscles clench and unclench giving me a cute little bounce. I warmed the oil in my palms and then began massaging, starting at her underwear line and moving with smooth but firm strokes up her back. A small moan of pleasure slipped from her lips and she gasped when I began to use the strength in my fingers to manipulate and ease tight muscles. I continued to work the oil deeper into her skin from her lower back to the nape of her neck.

When I felt the muscles soften beneath my hands I added a little more oil and ran it lightly across her skin. I stood and got off the bed. She sighed and looked at me over her shoulder, “would you like to oil the front now too?”

I laughed, “not strictly necessary but it would be enjoyable.”

She stood and watched me closely as I glided oil across her shoulders, down across her chest and stomach. I knew that she expected me to prolong the oiling process around certain lovely curves but I didn’t. Tonight was not about fulfilling her expectations about men.

I stepped back and wiped my hands dry on a towel. “I want you to undress me now.”

She eased my jacket off and lay it on the bed. My belt followed and soon my trousers pooled around my feet, I stepped clear. She then undid each button of my shirt. Her lips touched my chest as she pressed close and slid my shirt back off my shoulders. Her lips and tongue traced a path across my chest, around to my back and slowly down my spine. That teasing mouth moved from leg to leg until her tongue moved around my ankle and then she was on her knees before me kissing my feet.

“My underwear as well.”

To my highly charged skin her touch seemed to be everywhere and the sight of her glistening skin as she knelt before me was almost enough to make me forget my original plans. Almost.

“I want you to stand and move over to the foot of the bed. Then I want you to bend forward and take a firm grip on the footboard.” I watched as she moved a little nervously to follow my instructions. 

“Crouch down, that’s far enough.” Carefully I swung my leg over her body and straddled her hips. The satin of her underwear was surprisingly cool against my skin. “Straighten your legs up.” She did and I rose until my feet dangled.

“Now lets imagine we’re at the gym. I think we should start with the stepper.”

Hesitantly at first but with quickly growing confidence she moved on the spot. Shifting her weight from one foot to the other. The motion through her hips was pleasantly like that of riding her on all fours.

“Stop.” I moved just a little further forward so I was partly straddling her oiled back but with most of my weight still on her hips. “Now squats, but when you come up I want a little bounce up onto your toes.” I bent my legs back and squeezed her thighs. 

She went down slowly and came up a little quicker. The bounce at the end was fun and on the next squat I waited then swatted her backside, she rose even quicker.

“Enough.” She drew in a deep breath. I let myself slide fully onto her back. The oil meant I glided across her skin while emphasising the contact in the most intense way. I wrapped my legs around her waist. "I want you to bounce me up and down, just with your back." She nodded and her back dipped under me then lifted me up. Oh but it felt incredible!

She tired more quickly now and I stopped her again. “Lower your head towards the bed.” She did and I slid further forwards until I was nearly sitting on her shoulder blades. I then wrapped my legs around her chest enjoying the feel of her breasts pressed tightly against my calves and the motion of her ribcage expanding and contracting against my thighs. I caught up her hair and lifted her head. 

“Press-ups,” I ordered. By three she was breathing hard and her arms were visibly trembling. My breathing was nearly as fast and ragged. As she lowered my mind responded to the feeling of complete power my position on her back gave me. As she pushed up the rising motion and the feel of her muscles beneath me aroused a fire that threatened my self control.

I had another idea. When she straightened her arms I let myself slide back down her back. Her head dropped in relief and I could see she was nearly beaten.  

“I want you to lower me down then get on all fours.” She did without protest and I kicked her forward and rode her into the lounge. By now she was struggling physically to keep me up and to keep moving. I stopped her in the middle of the lounge then stood a little above her and dropped lightly down on her back.

As I landed she gave with me and the oil let me slip and slide. I stood and did it again, a little heavier this time. I felt her arms buckle. Her back had formed an even deeper bow for me to sit into. I dropped again but as I landed I pushed forward skidding up her back almost to her shoulders. She gasped and collapsed forward to lie on the carpet.

“Up pony slave!” I ordered. 

She struggled back up onto her hands and knees. I dropped and slid up her back again. The motion was driving me, I couldn’t have stopped if I wanted to. 

“What are you and where’s your rightful place?” I was dropping more quickly now, from a lesser height but sliding deeper into her back and further up her spine. She rocked forward and back with the motion.

“I’m your pony slave, Master!” she wailed as I landed and slid. “My rightful places are under you!” I dropped again. “Please Master.”

“Why are you my pony slave?” I gasped.

“Because you conquered me Master.” I dropped and slid again.

“Why?” I demanded.

She moaned, “because you beat me at wrestling.”

I shook my head and dropped again, “Why?” 

Her head came up, “because I’m begging you to be my Master,” she cried.

I slid wildly up her oil slicked back and for the second time that night felt all reason torn away. 

As the fog cleared I slipped back to the natural saddle curve. I touched her with one knee and she responded turning and moving as I directed, truly broken to my will. Weary myself I dismounted and helped her to her feet.

There were tears in her eyes but they were eclipsed by the brightness of her smile. “I don’t know how I feel, it’s like nothing before.” She shook her head.

Gently I picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. She watched as I filled the large spa bath then went and got wine and two glasses. 

The sigh as she slipped into the water brought a smile to my face. “Do I get another massage?” She asked then looked at the jets, “and bubbles.”

I got in beside her and drew her close, “where would you like me to begin?”

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