Jason's Wheels - Part 1

This is a short story inspired by a picture on the German site Ridingboard.com, posted by a Mistress called Diana. I'd feel guilty, except that I am not using the photo, just completely and utterly stealing the idea LOL. It is also inspired by Tonypony as he is a ponyboy who sometimes switches roles, and by someone else who apparently loves the "donkey style" ride but would like the girl to actually move forward... It is not actually a femdom tale, though it begins like one, and the girl in this is not really all that submissive...

But I digress! On with the action.

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Jason walked through the beautiful Czech landscape. Idyllic, it was, peaceful even, all lush grass and deep forests, with lovely old barns and stables and a manor house in the middle of it all.
The peace was broken by the harsh crack of a whip and the sound of a man trying to contain his cry of pain. Jason shook his head ruefully. Only yesterday, that had been him, being ridden in sweet torment by one of the harshest Mistresses who frequented this mini-kingdom, or perhaps rather "queendom", in the countryside of the Czech Republic.

Jason - like all the other men who came here from all over Europe, Britain and elsewhere - was here of his own free will, and had paid a hefty sum of money for his stay. He had a love of being dominated by women, his particular fetish being ridden by a Mistress. During his week here, his fantasies and his limits had been met and even exceeded just a little by the experienced and sometimes merciless Ladies that owned this place. It had been paradise to him. A little bit full-on sometimes, but paradise nonetheless. He had been ridden more than he could ever have dreamed, and before coming here he had dreamed a lot. He had managed to please the two Mistresses who had had the use and training of him.

Just occasionally, very occasionally, he wished that he could switch roles and feel what it would like to ride one of these very sexy ladies instead, feeling her between his own legs as he playfully dominated her and rode her around a room for a little while. Having been ridden himself so much this week, having become much more comfortable with the Ladies who had dominated and ridden him so much, he had almost dared to ask one of them if he could try it, just for a minute to see what it felt like. But he had held his tongue, as this was truly a Femdom-only establishment, and it was plenty satisfying to have the Mistresses ride him.

As he walked toward the big barn that held all the riding tack, ponyboy carts, and other things, he was surprised to see a dark-haired girl aged of university student age, in normal casual clothes, sauntering across the fields towards the same barn. If she was a Mistress, she certainly was not dressed like it. In this erotic mini-world where all the women dressed in leather, riding gear, lace and PVC, this civilian girl looked totally out of place.

He followed her towards the barn. As they both neared the barn door, she turned and saw him.
"Oh, hey," she said in an Irish accent. "You'll be one of the ponyboys then."
"Um, yeah," Jason responded, unsure of how to act with this girl, was he required to speak to her as he would a Mistress or not?? "And... um, you are?"
"Oh, I'm Vanessa, I'm a leather-and metal-worker," she laughed at his discomfort. "Just a normal employee, neither a slave nor a Mistress. You can talk to me. You won't get in trouble unless you are rude or try to harm me."
"Did you say metal worker?" Jason said dubiously, the girl was not very tall despite looking fit and athletic in her tight fitting jeans, T-shirt and Converse shoes.
"Yes, I did," Vanessa said with a smile and a challenging look. They were in one of the tack-rooms now and she lifted a box full of metal stirrups and bridle-bits that looked to be very heavy with seemingly effortless ease and good lifting technique, carrying it over onto a large desk before beginning to sort the items.
"You are strong," Jason said admiringly, then kicked himself for stating the obvious.

But she seemed pleased by his compliment. "Thanks," she said with a wide smile. "So anyway... what are you here for?"
"I have to pick up an, um... set of wheels," Jason said. "I don't have to deliver it for an hour yet, but I got bored sitting around inside during my free time. I'm not actually sure what Mistress Ana meant."
"Ahh," said Vanessa. "I know what you mean, in fact I helped to make it. Can I show you?"
"Sure," Jason said and followed her to the cart section of the barn.
"What's your name, by the way?" she asked.
"I'm Jason, but all of the women here just call me slave," he said with a smile, making her laugh. She had a soft, pretty laugh. It was something of a relief after nearly a week of pure domination to speak normally to a woman again, even though he had loved his time here so far.

They walked past several small carts and chariots, till they stood in front of an odd three-wheeled contraption, two big wheels side by side with a strong bar set between them, another bar above that a little above his hip height, and one very small wheel in front. There were a few small straps and other bits on it, but the main design seemed fairly simple.
"Here is my baby," said Vanessa, stroking one of the big wheels. "The best push-buggy design we've seen here yet. A ponyboy and I made it together."
Jason realised what it was for. "I'm to push it while my Mistress rides me?"
"That's right," Vanessa chuckled, smiling at him sideways as she looked the contraption over. She moved in front of him, between the wheels, and looked back at him with what almost looked like a cheeky look to him, although she could have been just making sure he was paying attention.

She bent over and placed her hands on the higher bar, the one that was closer to hip height. "Like this," she said, rolling the contraption forward a few inches, then backward again.
Jason's mouth went dry. She looked rather nice bent over like that, her shoulders not quite a foot higher than her hips, her back arched in a soft "U" shape and her pert bottom sticking out. She turned and looked back at him again with her cute smile, and it seemed as if she was almost inviting him to ride her.
"Have, um. Have you ever tested it yourself?"
Vanessa stood upright once more. "Yes, I was the first rider, actually," she said. "and I've also pushed it myself. It was fun, you can go really fast, but it's boring to push it on your own."
She looked at Jason with a sideways glance again. Was she actually inviting him to ask her, or was he just misinterpreting signals that were not there??

"Do you think you are strong enough to carry a guy while pushing this thing?" He was careful to make the question sound light, but nerves made him clear his throat at the end of the question.
"Of course I am," she said as if he was being silly even asking that. Then she turned towards him, her eyes merry. "Why? Would you like to give it a go?"
She knows, Jason thought, I think she knows I want to try riding. And it seemed almost as if she wanted it too. This aroused him, the idea that this girl wanted to try it with him. Having seen her bent over with her hands on the wheeled thing, he knew his legs would hang down on either side as he sat astride her.
"Can I put stirrup straps on you?" he asked, keeping his tone playful. "I wouldn't want to go sliding off backwards as you pick up speed."
Vanessa laughed. "Sure!" she said. "But that's all, mind. No hard stuff."

She directed Jason to push the 'buggy' out into the field as she busied herself with finding the stirrups. "I can't believe I'm doing this," he heard Vanessa chuckle to herself, but she sounded like she was still enjoying herself.

She emerged from the barn wearing just her crop top, her jeans and shoes, and a strap around her lower waist from which a pair of stirrups dangled, banging softly against her legs as she walked. She blushed a little as she saw him staring at the stirrups and her bra.
"I hope I won't regret this," she laughed ruefully in her sweet Irish accent, then boldly walked right up to Jason and the push-buggy and bent at the waist, placing her hands into position and holding the bar as she leaned on it, her bare back curved in a soft "U" like a natural saddle for him to ride, her strong shoulders seemed just the right amount higher than her hips. She looked back at him invitingly once more. Confidently.

Jason surveyed her for a moment, and decided to lengthen the short stirrup-leathers so his legs would be more comfortable. Then he placed one foot in a stirrup, holding tight to her back, and swung himself up into the "saddle".
She faltered a little as his weight pressed on that one stirrup, but righted herself as he sat astride her back. This felt wonderful, feeling her body warm and breathing and bracing under him and between his legs, her back curving under his groin; and when both his feet were secure in the wide Western-style stirrups, and his hands gripping her dark "mane" like reins, he felt a little thrill of power and control over his girl-horse.
"Are you OK down there?" he asked.
"Yes, I'm fine," she said, a little breathlessly. "You are heavy, but not too bad..."
"OK then... Giddy up, pony!" Jason said and kicked his heels against her thighs as if she really was a horse. She laughed and started walking, pushing the 'buggy' in front of her.

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