Chance Meeting - Part 1 (by Paladin)

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Chance Meeting Part One

“So is this the moment when you ask me if I want a drink or are you going to tell me that your wife doesn’t understand you?”

I smiled. The young blond, in the figure hugging little black dress, sitting alone at the bar had already sent two men scurrying off, the first with a cool glare that could have restored the polar ice-caps. The second had muttered something about bitches with attitudes before he’d headed off for easier hunting grounds.

“Actually I was hoping to gain the attention of the bartender who seems unhealthily fixated on your cleavage.”

The blond raised an eyebrow which sent the barely pubescent barman in my direction. 

“Talisker,’ I ordered, “two ice-cubes not an avalanche please.” I raised my glass in a mocking salute to the blond and she turned away. A pity, she really was very attractive. Still I wasn’t here to add to the misery of any already dull work related trip. At least the peat and smoke flavours of the whiskey could be relied upon to ease the end of a long day.

“You never answered my question.”

I turned and made sure to keep my eyes several points above her neckline. “Which question was that?”

She did the eyebrow again.

“Not married and I’m not really in the habit of forcing alcohol on unwilling young women.” I responded.

“I never said I was was unwilling,” she regarded me for a long moment. “So, divorced or simply unable to to commit because your male ego never allowed you to grow up?”

I sipped my drink, “separated, as for growing up well I wonder if any of us could make that claim. How about yourself; stood up, broken up or just out to make every male in town miserable?”

She laughed at that and it was a surprisingly pleasant sound. 

“Don’t you think they deserve it. Look at them, off on business and prowling the bars ready to jump anything with breasts and a pulse.”

“And for many the pulse would be optional,” I added.

She smiled at that. “And you?”

“I prefer a pulse. I’m old fashioned like that.” I took another sip, “not that I’m looking for anything like that.” Turning back to the bar I could feel her eyes burning into the back of my neck. Her defences were highly attuned to dealing with being ogled and pawed, being dismissed wasn’t so easy to ignore. 

“Really, so you’re different are you?” I could almost feel the sarcasm level in the room rising.

I shrugged but didn’t turn back. “Never said that. I just said that what I’m looking for is something different.”

I counted silently to ten before looking up at the mirror behind the bar. Her stare had moved from openly hostile to appraising with a slight tinge of curiosity. 

“So what’s different consist of?”

I turned to look at her again, “hmm?”

She slipped off her stool and made a slight adjustment to the hem of her dress, giving me time to admire the smooth line of her legs. She moved closer and sat on he stool next to mine. She leant in and I had to remind myself that I was supposed to be looking at her face. 

“All right I’ll admit I’m curious, what’s different about you?”

I took another sip and this time deliberately let my gaze move slowly, down the line of her neck, taking in the athletic strength of her shoulders, then the obvious but delightful curves down to her narrow waist. When I looked back up she met my eyes with a challenging stare.

“I’ll answer your question in two parts, how I judge your reaction to the first part will determine if I tell you the second.”

“So much mystery,” she gently mocked but I could see she was becoming hooked.

I hadn’t really intended looking for anything like this on this trip but she’d almost fallen into my lap, so to speak and the sheer amount of defensiveness and hostility actually made her an easier target.

“All right part one. My preference is for unique, strong women and by that I don’t mean muscle bound. I appreciate strength of character as much as an athletic build. Take yourself for example, most people see that you’re physically attractive but how many notice the tone in your muscles and realise that you care for your overall health not just your looks.” 

The blond gave me a genuine smile and not just because I’d said she was attractive but because I’d indicated that there was much more depth to her personality. I was indicating that she stood out from the majority of people.

Before she could comment I raised a hand. “When I can I like to wrestle with women like you.”

A slight frown crossed her forehead, clearly it was not something she was expecting to here.

“I did say that this was something only unique women enjoy.” There, I’d baited the hook. Would her pride push her forward?

She took a sip of the last of her wine. I waved the bartender over and signalled a refill for us both. He gave me a far more respectful look this time. If only he knew the truth. 

“By wrestling you mean?”

“Playful fighting, no hitting or violence, ending in a pin where the winner sits on top of the loser.”

“Do you have to be naked?”

I chuckled, “it’s not a prerequisite, certainly I’m not aware of any international rules that say you have to be.”

She raised her wine glass and peered at me over the rim. “So what separates the women who like to wrestle from those that don’t?”

“Confidence and playfulness but mostly I look for a spark of fire in the eyes that tells me I’ve found the right person.”

She sipped her wine, “do I have that spark?”

Gently I reached out and cupped her chin, she didn’t pull away. “I think you cover it up because it makes others jealous but yes you have it.”

She blushed, pleased that I could see in her something she herself wasn’t sure she had. All of us have that need, that desire for another to see something special in us. It’s a powerful desire that when used positively can drive people to do their best but at it’s worst it can eat a person from the inside. 

I wasn’t trying to deliberately manipulate her, rather it was more like a screening process I’d developed over the years. I released her chin, my fingers slipping slowly away, caressing her the tender skin along her jawline.

“What is the second part?” she asked, her voice a little more husky now.

I sipped at my whiskey, considering her request. “I think I can tell you but I must start by saying that most people tend to wander through a rather vanilla life without even noticing the myriad of other shades that lie alongside.”

“I’m not most people” She interjected.

“Maybe not but perhaps what I would be suggesting is a bit beyond what you are ready to cope with.”

Her eyes flashed and she drew in a deep breath. I smiled she was already prepared to fight for her newly found sense of herself. 

“I can cope with anything you can throw at me,” she growled.

“Really?” I asked. “How do you feel about wrestling me?”

She paused, then grinned, “I reckon I could take you.”

I smiled and swirled the ice in my glass. Well this was compressing things quite a bit but why not. I hadn’t planned for this, so if it didn’t work out I hadn’t lost anything. I nodded and considered what I would say.

“When I find a really exceptional woman with the perfect balance of strength, fun and fire I like to go beyond wrestling. I like to ride her, on all fours preferably. I challenge her to unseat me while I try to break her will and make her submit to my domination.” I leant back and took a long drink, “you did ask,” I told her when I put the glass down.

She took a long sip of her own, then faced me directly. “That’s pretty strange.” she commented. I shrugged but didn’t reply. “I think I could carry you, at least for a while,” she added. “Do some girls enjoy it?”

“Some love it.”

She turned letting her gaze move across the room. I could see she was weighing up the prospect of an evening turning down business men growing steadily more intoxicated, going home or trying something new and strange and oddly thrilling to even think about.

“Where would we do this?” She asked it quickly as if getting it out in the open before she could change her mind.

“I have just the right place in mind, shall we?” I offered my arm and she accepted.

“You’re oddly old fashioned at times aren’t you?”

“Someone has to be,” I replied. It looked as though this night could be well worth remembering.    

I led her out of the bar, ignoring the looks of the other patrons and focusing on the soft touch of her fingers on my wrist and the sway of her hips against mine as we threaded out way between the tables.

We reached the lobby and crossed to the elevators. I turned her and slid my hand across her hip and around to the small of her back. “Kiss me,” I told her.

“What?” she leant back slightly

“Kiss me,” I repeated firmly.

“Why?”

“I want everyone in that room to see that you're my property.”

She blinked at that then kissed my cheek. She slowly kissed her way along my jawline while I kept my gaze focused on the bar. “Are they watching?” she whispered. She reached my lips. 

“You’re destroying them with jealousy,” I murmured. I pulled her closer to me, crushing her lips with mine until the elevator chimed. As we stepped inside she laughed, “that was so much fun.”

The doors closed. I turned to face her, “get down on all fours I told her.”

“Now?”

I nodded and she slowly got down on all fours. I happily admired the way her little black dress tightened around her backside. I pressed a button and stepped over her body. I could see she was carefully trying to watch me. “Keep looking forward,” I told her and she did. I slowly lowered my weight onto her back as the elevator chimed past the first floor.

I paused with about 50% of my weight braced by my legs and the rest across her hips. I could hear her breathing quicken and this excited me even more than the kiss had. I deliberately slid forward, lowering all of my weight as I moved into the natural curve of her back. I felt her shoulders brace against my forward motion. Third floor.

“That’s all my weight,”

“Mmmph,” she replied.

As we passed through 4 and 5 I deliberately moved around on her back, finding that perfect spot. My blond said nothing until comfortable and with my feet completely off the floor I reached out and took her long hair up in one hand.

“You’re not going to mess my hair up are you?”

I laughed. “You’re in an elevator, on all fours with a man you barely know sitting astride your back and you’re worried about your hair being messed up?”

It took a moment for that to sink in and then she began to laugh softly. Her back bounced ever so slightly under me. It was a lovely sensation that sent little trickles of pleasure up my spine. 

She stopped laughing which was a shame as it was a lovely sensation. “What happens if the doors open and someone’s there?”

I shrugged, “they either come in or wait for the next elevator I suppose.”

“You don’t get off?”

“No.”

She shifted a little as that idea also sunk in. I glanced up at the panel and realised we were nearly at the top floor. Most of the guests were aware of the roof-top gym and no doubt quite a few had tried out the yoga/pilates classes but very few would bother to go up there at night. I had gone up there last night and wasn’t too surprised to find that in these fine summer nights the gym mats were left out.

The doors slid open and I gave her a light kick with my heels. She reacted as if this was perfectly normal and carried me smoothly out of the elevator and on to the astroturf they’d used to make the roof look less like a stark, concrete wasteland.

She hesitated and I kicked her again, a little harder this time. She moved forward and I began to use her hair to guide her towards the gym mats. “You really do use my hair as reins?” She sounded surprised.

I smiled and drew her hair back. She came to a halt so quickly that I began to think I’d found a natural pony girl. I dismounted and she waited on all fours.

“Stand up”

She did and looked around. The city scape around us at night was beautiful but I didn’t want her to break her concentration. 

“Look at me.” She did and smiled. “Was I too heavy?” I asked.

“No actually. Was I good at it, was I, you know?”

“Surprisingly good. I haven’t even met many professional pony girls who so instinctively know what to do.”

She grinned at the compliment.

“Take your dress off.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Unless you intend to wrestle me in it,” I clarified.

“Oh,” she wriggled out of her dress, taking long enough to be sure I was watching as the tight material slowly slipped down her body. I’d been right about the tone of her muscles and the sight of her lovely curves, accentuated by her simple black lingerie, eclipsed the skyline.

She stood before me with her hands on her hips, “aren’t you going to take something off?”

I raised an eyebrow, “what would you like me to take off?”

She sauntered closer and began slowly undoing my shirt buttons. My blond slid her hands over my shoulders and my shirt dropped to the floor. The warm night air pressed against my chest but my attention was focused on her hands as they slipped down to my belt. She kissed my chest and slowly dropped to her knees. 

Within moments my shoes and trousers were lying beside my shirt and the night air had grown considerably warmer. 

“The rules,” I began once she had stood up, “are simple. We wrestle until one person is sitting on top of the other. After a count of ten the person on the bottom is pinned and has lost that round. We will wrestle for the best out of eleven.”

“What happens then?” her breathing was quicker and her chest swelled enticingly with each breath.

“The winner claims the loser as their pony and can ride them as they want.”

She licked her lips nervously.

“You’ve already been extremely brave.”

She smiled.

“Think about how you feel right now. Think about how fast you’re breathing, how hard your heart is thumping. Your skin is tingling with adrenaline. When was the last time you felt like this? Do you really want to let that feeling go now?”

She stepped onto the mat, facing me and swept her long blond hair back over her shoulders. She took a deep breath. “Pin me if you can,” she challenged.

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Beneath The Ruins of Adiranthe - Part 5

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They moved through the passageway, her breathing faster now, the sound echoing off the stone around them. She moved slowly, her energy nearly all gone, taxed by all of what had gone before.

His spurs teased her once more, and while it brought a little gasp from her, the little bit of extra speed lasted a few seconds only before dropping back to the slow walk. She heard him laugh once more and felt him lean forward. As well as his strong bare legs gripping around her sides, she could again feel something else pressing against her back. She moaned, in despair and exhaustion and somehow arousal as well. He stayed leaning forward and ran the spurs up and down across her thighs in sensual, slightly prickly torture. Another gasp, followed by a shiver through her back that he could feel. He smiled and sat back upright, urging her on again. Somehow she didn't even think of trying to resist.

Eventually this slow, torturous ride ended at what seemed like a dead end in the stone passage. Kardan held up the crystal that hung around his neck.

"Eilethessa" he whispered in hissing tones. And part of the dead end swung back away from them, revealing not a cave, but a proper room beyond.

He urged her through and sealed the secret doorway behind them with the reverse of the first magical word.

Eleria saw that it was a bedroom, large, lit by orange-yellow crystals instead of torches. The bed itself was huge and luxurious and the warm ochre-rendered walls decorated with a bizarre mix of stuff from weapons and symbols to strange artworks that were probably from ancient Adiranthe itself. His room?

Kardan dismounted. Eleria gasped in relief as the pressure eased, arching up and down to relax her tight muscles.

He pulled her reins upwards and slowly, awkwardly she stood, then stretched her back.

"Now go and stand by the bed, lean over and rest your hands on it."

Eleria started to obey, then suddenly stopped and looked back at him with shock, thinking he meant something entirely more than what they'd been doing.

Kardan saw the look in her eyes. "No, pony," he said. "not rape, that is beyond my limits, but our game is not finished. Bend over!"

She shivered at the dominant, aroused tone in his voice and bent, leaning over with her hands on the bed, semi-upright, blushing at the feel of her behind sticking out, knowing that things would only escalate from here. 

"Close your eyes."

Nervous but too dazed and unsure what else to do for now other than go with it, she closed her eyes. The next thing she felt was a cool drizzle of oil across her back. She gasped softly.

His strong, calloused fingers came next, rubbing the oil into her, pressing hard as he massaged the slippery stuff into her back. Her eyes stayed closed, this time with pleasure at the gorgeous massage. More oil was poured and smoothed right up her spine and down again.

But this was all too brief, and she could not restrain a sound of disappointment as his hands went away. He laughed.

"Not to worry, pretty pony," he sounded pleased and amused that he had caused her pleasure. "I haven't finished with you yet..."

He stood behind her now and for a moment she heard him fussing with something but nothing happened. Then he moved up beside her. He pushed his hand against her back, making her arch down into a more pleasing position. Then, his right foot found the wooden base of the bed, then he swung his other leg up and over her, mounting her again.

His weight sank deep into her oiled back. She gasped as she realised he was totally bare and naked pressed against her, every part of him! He chuckled at her reaction and with pleasure at the very intimate contact between their bodies. His feet hung down on either side of her.

She moved, shifting her weight and trying to make it a little more comfortable to hold his, and he shifted a little as well, moving himself just a little further up her back. She could feel his thighs pressing her strongly. 

Now he grabbed her "mane" and the reins both, tightly. He felt for her thighs with his feet, then placed the spur rowels against them and rolled them swiftly and firmly across her skin.

A gasp escaped her and she reacted, her back moving under him like a wave. 

"Giddy up" he hissed, the steel command of his spurs punctuating his words. Eleria gasped again and obeyed, using her legs and feet to raise and bounce herself and the man astride her up and down in rhythm. 
"Not quite... move back and forth like you just did before." 
So she pushed forward through her arms then back again, sort of shoving the center of balance back and forth. She felt him slide a little and press firmly into her skin at the most forward part of the movement. Her breath caught; she heard a soft rumble of approval. His hands tightened hard in her hair, making the gentle concave arch of her back more pronounced, and he moved with her. Forward and back. Forward and back. She gained momentum.

The oil made him slide wonderfully on her naked back with her movements as he rode her. Forward and back, forward and back. He leaned into her, rubbing and sliding with her rhythm, his breath hissed through his teeth and he knew it wouldn't be long, not after the lengthy and stimulating ride; his belly was tight with deep, pulsing arousal. She was gasping for breath now, her muscles exhausted, but still moving.
"Keep going!" he demanded hoarsely, spurring her on without even thinking.

Up and down, back and forth he slid and rode on her undulating back and suddenly he gasped, his breath catching, his legs around her sides tightening wildly as sensation overcame all.

He sat astride her still as the orgasm ebbed away, recovering, breathless. Her body was still now and trembling in total exhaustion under his, the only thing keeping her upright was the vague notion that she did not want to humiliate herself even more by collapsing under him.

He leaned forward and ran his hands through her hair, then slid a hand under her chin and caressed her face briefly.

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She lay collapsed on the bed, recovering her breath, vaguely aware of him moving around somewhere else in the room. She could still feel heat on her thighs from his spurs, could almost feel him still astride her back, and a dim awareness somewhere in her mind that somehow, despite how much she had wished she could overcome him, despite the rough sexuality of the ride and all that had happened before it, she had somehow felt aroused at the same time. That wasn't something she wanted to think about.

His fingers touched her cheek and she turned to face him as he began to un-bridle her, her eyes and face and body seeming soft with weariness.

"You are all right?" he asked when the bridle was off.

This had a strange effect on her. A small spark of fire re-ignited in her eyes and she straightened her spine, the movement separating them by a few more inches.

"I am fine, thank you for asking," she hissed with a challenging look.

He looked at her, a little amazed that she should still have such fire even after he had treated her so roughly, perhaps more roughly and sexually than he had meant to. He had expected fear and submission. Then suddenly he laughed.

"So my slave still has some fight in her even now," he said. "Amazing! I thought perhaps I had gone too far. Now I see I am wrong."

He chuckled as she sat up stiffly and watched him put on fresh trousers.

"As to what happens now..." he said. "You came trying to thieve from me, and now you are my slave, mine for two weeks. You will perform menial tasks as I need, cleaning, sewing, and," he grinned, "and you shall be my pony any time I require it. That was fun, with or without the part that just happened."

Eleria just stared at him, keeping her head raised scornfully.

"Our agreement is this: I will not touch you intimately unless you wish otherwise..." He chuckled again as she snorted contemptuously. "And you will act as a good slave should. Of course I expect some disobedience. You don't exactly seem the type to come quietly. But if you try anything again like bucking me off at my own front door, or anything else that I feel totally flouts my authority, I will punish you, understood?"

"Understood," Eleria did her best to keep up her scornful tone. Inwardly she was quailing. Two weeks of this humiliation and servitude? By the Goddess, she'd better find a way to escape, and quickly.

"Now you may bathe and will be brought dinner in the slave quarters, pony girl."

"My name is Eleria," she spat haughtily.

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Pony's Revenge (by Paladin) - FINAL

The overarching branches softened the heat of the day. Shadows crossed the trail and Sasha amused herself by guiding me through them like a maze. ‘She’s so going to pay for this when I’m back in charge,’ the thought was comforting.

Sasha reined me in after a few minutes of riding, “how are you managing horsey?”

“Fine,” I chewed the word out around the bit.

Without warning the spurs bit. “Hey!” I yelped.

Sasha dug them in again and I jumped. She pulled the reins in tightly and laughed. “Naughty horsey,” she growled, “I didn’t give you permission to talk did I?”

Oh now she was pushing her luck! I was getting frustrated both by my reactions to the spurs and by how easily she seemed to be controlling me. It was time to test her resolve. Sasha loosened the reins and gave me a light kick. I took a couple of steps forward then pushed up off my hands, rocking back then lunging forward. I felt Sasha’s weight shift forward and as she tried to recover. I pushed up harder so that when I went forward this time my knees lifted off the ground.

To Sasha’s credit she made excellent use of the stirrups to support her balance. I felt her backside lift then drop back onto my back. I made to spin to the left, expecting to see her on her butt, dusting off her pristine jodhpurs. However, I discovered that it’s very difficult for your body to turn left if your head is being pulled to the right. I tried to reverse but Sasha used the reins and her spurs to curb me again.

Puffing from the sudden effort I tried to bounce her up and down to unsettle her balance. Sasha literally squealed in delight and when I stopped she dropped her weight deep into my back. I hung my head and tried to think of something, anything I could use to turn the tables.

“My turn horsey.” She slapped the reins across my back and spurred me forward. The spurs didn’t exactly hurt but they left a glow of heat where they touched and under her urging I rushed down the path. If I slowed those cruel rowels found new spots on my legs to light their little fires. Sooner than I would have expected I began to feel my lungs burning, my breath coming in short gasps. My pace slowed but Sasha wouldn’t let me actually stop until pale spots began to dance before my eyes and my muscles began to burn.

Quite literally I didn’t consider stopping until I felt her weight on my back shift and the reins tighten. I had stopped thinking of resisting or of trying to throw her, I’d simply done exactly what I was told. I halted gasping and hoping she’d get off and let me rest. She didn’t. I shouldn’t have been surprised. Instead I felt her relax and sink once again into my back. Lazily she trailed her fingernails across my shoulder blades. Her nails scratched across my skin. It felt incredible and like torture all at the same time because I knew she’d stop whenever she wanted to.

“Now that was exciting horsey!” Sasha sounded a little breathless, as if conquering my attempts to throw her had sent a surge of adrenalin pumping through her body. “Are you going to fight some more horsey or are you ready to admit you’re beaten? I’ll even let you talk, so long as you start each sentence with Mistress.”

Part of me wanted to give in but call her mistress, hell no! I shook my head. Yeah she had me beat enough that I wasn’t going to talk because I knew what would happen once I completely submitted.

“Giddy-up horsey.”

Damn but she sounded so smug. Despite the fact that my muscles were burning I moved on without any further urging of the spiky variety.

Sasha let me move along at my own pace until we came to a fork in the path. She pulled me to a halt. Clearly the path we were on remained level and slowly curved away to the right. The second fork rose fairly steeply before being obscured by the bush. I had a bad feeling about this.

“Well now look at this,” Sasha dropped the reins, leant back and put her hands on my backside to brace herself. “Shall I take the lower path or the steep one. Decisions, decisions.” She chuckled and swung her legs up and over my shoulders. I remembered doing the same to her not so long ago.

“I think you can help me choose horsey. If you kiss the left spur we’ll stay on the lower path. It’s longer but easier or you can remain stubborn and we’ll take the shorter but much steeper path. “

The spurs lay alongside my cheeks and all I had to do was kiss the left one and I’d finish this ‘trail ride’ with a little less dignity but with some energy. Perhaps by taking the higher trail I’d be more exhausted but I’d still have the upper hand overall. I mean I’d broken Sasha more than once during that estuary ride and she had completely submitted to me. Even if I had to drag myself to the end, by not giving in to her I would still be ahead.

Sasha’s legs swung back down and I felt her shifting as she fitted her boots back into the stirrups. “Lets see what horsey’s got left but first I want you to bounce me again that was fun.”

I dropped and arched my back as quickly as I could, bouncing her up and down. After the fourth or fifth bounce I could feel myself weakening, which was exactly what she wanted. After two more I was spent, my head hung and I gasped. Sasha taped me with the reins but I hesitated, delaying for a few more moments. She gave my backside a swat and I reluctantly started off.

The slope began gradually enough but after my poor attempts to throw Sasha, the pace she’d pushed me to and then the bouncing I was winded and even a slight gradient was enough to make me feel the strain. I crawled up over a shallow crest, onto the level and blew a sigh of relief, which whistled slightly across the bit.

The path leveled long enough for me to catch my breath and to feel my muscles un-knot. I could tell from the slight shifts in her body that Sasha was not only relaxed she was relaxed enough to enjoy looking around at the scenery. She was probably only holding the reins with one hand. Oh so I was that obedient was I? Actually, given how exhausted I was, I probably was that obedient.

The damn path then threw me a nasty curveball. It began to zig-zag up the hillside. The reins twitched and I obeyed, turning and starting upwards. At this point I had to be grateful for the comfort afforded by the kneepads Sasha had chosen because the path was not only steadily rising but was rougher and uneven. If she was feeling kind she would guide me around the rougher parts but I think sometimes she deliberately rode me across the ruts.We reached the next turning point and the lightest tug against the bit halted me.

 “Feeling tired horsey? I wonder if you’re feeling as tired as I did after I carried you across the estuary?” Sasha used the right rein to tilt my head upwards. “Maybe we should take a shortcut?” she suggested.

The evil wench’s idea of a shortcut was a twisting, cut that met up with the summit of the trail above. No doubt it had been worn and dug out by mountain bikers too bored with the safer paths.

“Yes I think we should take the shortcut,” she laughed. “After all I wouldn’t want you to think I’m trying to wear you out.”

I shook my head and my bridle rattled.

Sasha laughed again and touched the spurs to my sides. I think my body was moving before my brain had a chance to protest. As I started up the cut I quickly realized I couldn’t carry her up on all fours. My kneepads kept slipping and I couldn’t pull both of us up with just my arms.

Clutching at a tree root I pulled my feet up and under me. Sasha whooped in delight as she was suddenly hoisted up into the air. Bent forward I waited until she adjusted her seat, then she spurred me again!

“I’m trying,” I growled but I think it sounded more like pleading.

Sasha responded by impatiently slapping me with the reins.

I used my hands to support my weight while my legs and back continued to support Sasha’s. Slowly I began to climb the cut, careful to test my footing before carrying on.

The cut bisected the next level of the path and as I reached it Sasha pushed her hips forward, unresisting I dropped back to my knees and crawled across the trail to where the cut started back up the hill. By now I was drawing in ragged breaths and my entire body was shaking with exhaustion. I reached the next section of the cut and stopped. Sasha gave a little bounce on my back and spurred me.

I shook my head again, “please,” it just slipped out.

I felt her thighs tighten around my waist. Perhaps she thought I was going to try bucking again but nothing could have been further from my mind. “Please what?” she asked.

I chewed the bit and swallowed. I couldn’t go on, lactic acid burned between layers of muscle, my heart pounded so loudly I wondered that she couldn’t hear it over my gasping.

“Please what, horsey?” Sasha asked again.

 I was beaten, physically, mentally and emotionally. I felt wrung out and even as I knelt there on all fours I knew I couldn’t hold her up for much longer.

“Please Mistress,” I whispered.

Sasha pulled the reins back hard, “are you submitting slave?” she demanded.

“Yes Mistress,” I gasped. Sasha released the reins and my head dropped back down.

“I want to hear you say it properly,” Sasha said. I heard the stirrup leathers creak as she dismounted.

I sighed with relief but couldn’t muster the energy to move from where I was. Sasha moved around to my head and moments later I felt the bridle loosen, then the bit dropped free of my mouth. It felt like it had been in my mouth forever.

“Now,” Sasha stepped back. From my position all I could see were her riding boots. “What do you want to say horsey?”

There was no fight left in me. “I submit Mistress.”

“What did I say you had to do when you submitted?”

“Beg to kiss your spurs Mistress.”

“And!”

I sighed but Sasha had won, “and lick the rowels.”

Sasha snapped her fingers.

“Mistress you’ve won.” I groveled and given how tired I was I even meant it. “I’m your slave and you have ridden me to exhaustion. If you please let me rest I’ll kiss your spurs and lick the rowels.” I looked up. Sasha’s expression was ecstatic to say the least. If I thought she’d looked strong and powerful when she’d straddled me that was nothing compared to how she appeared to tower over me now.

Wordlessly she pointed and I lowered my head and kissed each spur. I looked back up and saw in her wicked smile that she wasn’t going to let me off the next part. Sasha turned her left heel outwards, presenting the rowel. “Make it spin slave,” her voice sounded a little husky as if she’d been the one laboring.

I touched the rowel with the tip of my tongue and flicked the viscous little wheel. It turned smoothly and I retreated with the taste of metal, dust and possibly my own hide in my mouth. “Uh, uh, both,” she insisted. Obediently I bent back down and licked the second rowel.

“Lie down,” she ordered.

Gratefully I stretched out feeling pine needles and packed earth pressing against my back. Sasha stepped over me. She knelt down straddling my stomach. After making herself comfortable she looked down at me. “Enjoy your rest horsey because while I’m sitting here I’m going to be thinking of all the nice things my slave is going to do for me when we get back. Starting with a long foot massage,” she smiled. “Who knows maybe I’ll be mean and make you suck my toes as well.”

I closed my eyes, the feel of Sasha’s thighs along my sides and her backside pressing into my stomach barely even registering. I had never been submissive before. There were so many new sensations and impressions to sort through before I could really understand what had happened. I also knew that this day of slavery was far from over. 

Pony's Revenge (by Paladin) Part Two

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The kneepads took all the impact away from my legs and further lessened any strain Sasha’s lighter body-weight might have caused me. The grass beneath my hands was soft and warm and for a moment I entertained thoughts of Sasha tumbling off me, falling into the perfect position to be straddled but no, for now I’d let her think she was in charge. It was a comforting thought.

Sasha lightly drew the reins across one-handed and I turned, circling. She reversed the motion, took me in a figure eight then drew me to a halt. We started the process again but deep down I still felt that I was carrying her. The bit in my mouth and slight shifts in her body gave me enough of a warning that I could anticipate the direction she wanted to go. I smiled this wasn’t anywhere near as intimidating or as controlling as I first expected.

Following the pattern she’d set I straightened and prepared to halt. Instead Sasha gave the reins a flick, slapping them across my shoulders. With a grin I moved forward a little quicker.

Lightning struck!

I blindly leapt aside, twisted, shuddering away from the source of that feeling.

Sasha curbed the motion forcefully using the reins to pull me up and straighten me out. Then that blinding sensation struck again. I launched forward, Sasha whooping with excitement on my back.

I must have charged halfway across the picnic area before I felt a subtle shift of Sasha’s weight, pressure on the stirrups and then my head hauled back. I crashed to a halt gasping.

“What the hell was that?” my words muffled by the bit.

Sasha seemed to be dancing about on my back and giggling wildly. “The big horsey just had his first taste of the spurs,” she said when she caught her breath.

Spurs! I should have known, should have expected but nothing could have prepared me for the overwhelming sensation. I had reacted without thinking, instinct taking over. Out of fight or flight, flight had definitely won that round.

I thought of the time I had slowly drawn the spurs across Sasha’s body or the time I had mercilessly used them to drive her up and over the crest of a sand dune. Had she felt anything like I had? Had her every nerve fired simultaneously briefly overtaking her ability to reason? Was Sasha more used to it or was she better able to control her reaction?

Then another thought struck me, I had reacted wildly, not knowing what had stung me and Sasha had not only stayed mounted she’d curbed, controlled and redirected me. The stirrups had supported her balance, the reins had given her control and the spurs had given her the power.

Sasha slung a casual leg over my shoulder. I could see the rowel bright edged against the green field. A tremor ran through my body. Sasha must have felt it because she laughed, “Now I’m starting to ride you horsey.” Sasha swung her leg back down. The weight across the stirrup band tightened as Sasha stood up in the stirrups. “Hmm lets see how good my balance is?” She clucked her tongue and I moved forward, very carefully.

My thoughts turned back to the spurs. They hadn’t hurt that badly, it was more like an electric current, like holding an electric fence and feeling the power click through the wire. Power, with a capital P. Sasha had submitted to me when I had used them on her. How had she felt when kissing them? How would I feel if it came to that?

A tug on the reins halted me and Sasha dropped onto my back. “Oh that was fun, now do you remember this horsey?” She kicked her feet out of the stirrups, rocked forward her hands pressing down between my shoulder blades. “I want to feel you tremble under me again.”

I swallowed nervously and tried to stay as still as possible but couldn’t hold in a yelp of surprise when the spurs were pressed against my backside. Oh now I knew what was coming. I wasn’t sure what was worse not knowing or anticipating.

With a wicked laugh Sasha raked the spurs across my backside and down my thighs. My back arched and twisted as the almost electric, heated sting went right through me.

“Good horsey,” she patted my head. Sasha sat back upright and squeezed with her thighs. I grunted and moved under her. She let the pressure off, “so much power,” she said. “I’ve always felt the power of my rider and sensed the emotional change that comes over them as well as the physical excitement when they’re mounted on me but this is so different. I don’t know if I can easily explain it horsey. It’s like the butterflies you get before a rollercoaster ride but it goes right through you and being on top and looking down on you changes your whole perspective.  I can’t understand why more people don’t love this experience.”

She was right, when I was mounted on her every sensation felt magnified. Every shift of her back beneath me was felt through my thighs, groin and back, every gasp of breath charged my nervous system and every time I exerted my dominance over her I felt indescribably powerful.

Sasha turned me to the left and straight away drove the spurs into my thighs! I chomped down on the bit and galloped for her. She slowed me after a few metres, just to show she could and rode me towards a weathered sign at a pace more like a trot. Although overgrown a track could be seen heading into the bush. Sasha reined me to a halt just on the line where the shadow of the trees fell. A light shine of perspiration had sprung up across my forehead but I still felt strong and able to carry her. Yeah in my mind there was still some glimmer of hope that I wouldn’t be broken.

“We’re going trail riding horsey,” Sasha used a fingernail to tickle the skin between my shoulder blades. “It’s about half an hour on foot but don’t worry I know some shortcuts.”

She snapped the reins and lightly spurred me on into the shadows.

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Pony's Revenge (by Paladin) - Part One

Here it is... If you prefer not to read a story where the man ends up on the bottom, don't read this!

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Pony’s Revenge Part One - By Paladin

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Sasha was flicking through radio stations while driving.  Apparently she found one playing something she liked and began singing along. Not recognizing the song or even seeing any resemblance to actual music I smiled. Sure in the knowledge that there were already teenagers out there who would think her choice of music was lame.

I settled back in the seat. It wasn’t like I knew where we were going so I couldn’t even offer her valuable driving instructions.  I had to admit that this was an unusual situation.

Throughout our friendship it had been me driving Sasha to a destination, often without giving her any more information than the knowledge she was going to be ridden across some new terrain.

Today things had changed. Oh yes we’d always joked that one day she’d get her revenge, especially for the time I’d spurred her across a mud flat.

The thought of Sasha’s toned body forced through the dragging silt and mud until she was exhausted excited me all over again. I keenly remembered her cry of submission as I drove her across the estuary, the feel of her stomach as she bucked under me, giving the last of her energy.  Then, the sight of her breasts as she wriggled out of her mud soaked crop top. Caught up in the memory I could almost feel the firm curves beneath me.

“You’re awfully quiet,” Sasha commented. “What are you thinking about?”

“I was thinking that you’re getting a lot better at wrestling.”

Sasha gave me a wicked smile, “damn right I am.”

In fact she was. Previously I could have easily let her get two or three pins ahead and still overtaken her to win.  Not today though.

Wrestling had started much as usual with Sasha showing up in an outfit designed to distract me as much as possible. The first pin had ended with me straddling Sasha’s stomach and pinning her wrists high above her head. I grinned down at her as I counted to ten. She hadn’t struggled or even bucked.

During the second pin I had put her to the carpet with a quick hip throw. Sasha tried to roll away but I’d pulled her back towards me. Strangely she subsided without a struggle as I’d swung my leg over and sat down just below her ribs. With an arrogant smile I hadn’t ever taken her wrists, placing my hands on my hips and counting slowly.

“Oh this is going to be the easiest won pony ride ever,” I’d laughed.

I was still laughing when her legs swept around my waist, crossed over my chest and flung me backwards. I’m fairly certain I’d stopped laughing once her backside was firmly settled on my chest and her shins were pressing down across my arms.

One all.

Sasha went into overdrive on the third pin and seemed to be in three places at once. I tried to buck her off but she wrapped her legs around my waist and squeezed with all her might. I gave in very quickly but two pins were nothing.

Two one to Sasha.

On the fourth pin I caught her up in a bear hug, always a pleasant experience, and rolled her to the ground. Using my body weight to pin Sasha to the carpet I fought to capture her wrists. Sasha wrapped her arms around the back of my neck and pulled my head down into her cleavage, an even more pleasant experience. With my greater weight holding her down I knew I could break her grip and gain the pin. I felt her legs tighten around my right thigh, again no problem she’d tried this before and had only managed to slow me down.

Just as I was about to break free of her smother-hug I felt her heels press against my calf muscle. Sasha tightened her grip and her heels dug in. An electric wire ripped up from my leg into my back. I arched and twisted without thinking and Sasha used my own momentum to roll me onto my back.

She fairly leapt forward into a very high straddle. My right leg was numb and trying to buck with the left was not only difficult but showed no promise of moving that little wench off my chest.

I realized I was wasting energy and tried to grab her hands, wrists arms or anything that I could use to pull her off. Sasha was ready for that, more than ready in fact. She slid a little further forward until my chin was pressed up against the crotch of her jean shorts and her lovely toned thighs were framing my face. Then she squeezed. Those lovely toned legs clamped against the sides of my head and seemed intent on pushing my ears together. As you could imagine I forgot all about grabbing anything.

Sasha took hold of my wrists and pushed them down against her legs. She loosened her grip ever so slightly and counted to ten. If I even looked like resisting I knew those powerful legs would start squeezing again. She finished her count with a loud whoop and punched her fists in the air.

I knew Sasha had been getting better at wrestling but I hadn’t expected this. I had been prepared for a fun wrestle that would end as always with Sasha submitting and then giving me pony rides. Sasha had come to win.

Even this pin showed her change in attitude. She’d never sat so high up on my chest and throat. Looking straight up at her was intimidating to say the least.

“What’s the score?” she demanded.

“Three, one to you,” I replied. I didn’t even follow it up with a cheeky comment.

Sasha put her hands on her hips and looked down at me with an evil grin. “Submit and save yourself another beating,” she told me.

“Yeah right,” I started to say but her thighs choked the words off.

“Submit,’ she ordered again.

It was amazing Sasha seemed to tower over me. Her eyes and her smile said she knew she’d beaten me fair and square. My leg was still numb and her position above me seemed so dominating, what could it hurt to let her have this one I told myself. Her pleasure is in being the pony she’ll probably just ride me around the room, get tired of it and demand that I ride her anyway.

“I submit,” I said.

“What?” Sasha’s eyes widened.

“I submit,” I repeated. I wanted to look away but her thighs kept me looking up at her.

She let out a wild yell and unfastened her ponytail. Her back arched as she ran her fingers through her hair. “No wonder you get so excited,” she said. “If beating me feels half this good it’s a wonder you can stand it.”

She laughed and bounced on my chest, “I’m tingling all over and I feel so strong and powerful.”

She looked down at me, “say, I just got beaten by a girl.”

I closed my eyes and did as she said.

“No,” she growled. “Look at me and say I just got beaten by an Aussie girl!”

I did. I didn’t have much choice after all.

“Now what else do you usually make me say? Hmm. I know say, Sasha is the best wrestler and I am her SLAVE.”

She was certainly enjoying this victory a lot more than I thought she would be.

Sasha slid back onto my stomach and rested back against my legs. “All I need now is a cushion and some popcorn,” she laughed. Sasha arched one foot over my face, “kiss it slave.”

I gave it a little peck and she tapped my face with her foot. “Kiss it properly slave, like you make me do it.”

I kissed the pad of her foot softly and she squealed with laughter, “that tickles. Now the other foot.” She squealed again.

“Maybe I should make you lick and suck my toes, slave?”

“That would be mean,” I replied.

Sasha sat up and dropped herself back onto my chest. “Mean,” she repeated. “You made me kiss your spurs, you rode me through mud, twice and you rode me over sand dunes. Today I’ll decide what’s mean, boy. Also you made me call you master and by the end of today you will call me Mistress. Oh yes you will.”

Sasha stood up.

I turned over and got onto all fours.

Sasha laughed, “oh it’s not going to be that easy horsey. I’m not just going to ride you around here, I’ve got somewhere much better in mind.” She picked up the backpack she’d dropped when she’d arrived and grinned, “let’s get going slave.”

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The road we were on turned from two lane tar-seal to one lane farm road to gravel track. The track finally ended in a wooden rail. Sasha pulled up and turned the engine off.

“Is this the part where everyone in the audience is yelling, Get out of the car you bloody idiot! Can’t you see she’s the Vampire Queen and you’re the next victim they’ll find sucked dry.”

Sasha laughed, “no this is the part where all the girls in the audience are cheering me on and shouting kick his butt girl!”

“This is why I don’t like chick-flicks,” I muttered.

We got out of the car. Passed the rail was a rather overgrown picnic area. A large square of grass and wild flowers that the local council had obviously not paid much attention to in the last few months.

The meadow looked lovely in the sunshine but hardly the sort of ride that would challenge me much. I smiled, if Sasha thought that this would be the ideal site for a ride that would compare to the one I’d made her give me at the beach then she was sorely mistaken. I mean carrying her around the picnic area would slowly wear me out but it wouldn’t push me to my physical or emotional limits.

There was no way she could push me hard enough to call her Mistress.

Sasha threw me a pair of kneepads. They were the hard-shelled type that inline skaters use. I doubted I’d even need them but they would make my life easier so I put them on without complaint.

Sasha took her backpack off to a small concrete toilet block. After she was out of sight I dropped to my knees. The pads worked perfectly, I hardly felt the impact. I got up and grinned, this would be too easy.

From behind me I heard Sasha call out, “get on your knees slave!”

I did and tried to look suitably submissive. Yeah right!

Sasha walked around to where I could see her. Oh if only I’d won!

She stood still for a moment then turned slowly so I could see exactly what I’d missed out on.

Sasha’s dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail, my favourite form of reins, and a familiar white crop-top with the legend ‘Never give up’ embroidered on it stretched across her chest. She’d added a crisp white blouse, unbuttoned and tied up just below her breasts. This revealed the lovely lines of her stomach, toned but still feminine, and emphasized the hourglass curves that led to her hips.  

As she turned she gave a wiggle, which stretched her creamy-white, skin-tight jodhpurs even more enticingly across her derriere. Luckily I was already on my knees. I would so have loved to have ridden her in that outfit!

Sasha grinned, obviously guessing what was going through my mind. As if she hadn’t planned for that exact reaction the little minx. She pointed down at the ground and I saw she was wearing leather ankle boots that perfectly completed the fantasy Pony Club Girl look.

Sasha placed her hands on her hips and tilted her foot so that the heel turned in the sunshine. Spurs! I swallowed nervously. I had used them on Sasha, once even quite aggressively and I’d loved the way her body had responded. I remembered running the rowels over her backside and down her legs. She’d quivered and trembled. Then in the sand I had raked her with them and in the end she’d called me Master and in absolute submission she’d kissed the objects that had broken her.

How would I respond? Would she be able to use them to break me?

Sasha must have been thinking the same thing. “You made me kiss these,” she purred. “By the end of today you will be begging me to let you kiss them and...” She bent down and spun one of the little spiky wheels. “You’re going to lick both the rowels.”

I wanted to say yeah right but she sounded so confident and determined. Besides I decided that ‘never irritate a girl with spurs’ would make a very good new rule to live by. Anyway that little meadow wasn’t going to break me.

From the backpack she drew out something that looked like a weightlifter’s belt, except it had two buckles. To this she attached western saddle style stirrups.

“Take your shirt off,” she ordered.

I had worn a sleeveless gym shirt to give me more freedom of movement but I guess that couldn’t compare to no shirt at all. Thank goodness I spent at least some time in the gym.

“On all fours horsey!” I felt the broad section of the belt rest across my back. Sasha mounted me and put her feet into the stirrups. She got up made some adjustments to the length and sat down again. She made another adjustment, then when satisfied she dismounted.

I have to admit her level of organization was starting to become unsettling. This was a woman on a mission all right.

“And last but by no means least,” she said.

I looked up. In her hands she held an odd collection of straps. With a few twists she got it back into shape. Reins dropped to the ground, connected to a slim rubber bit. From the bit two straps formed a framework that would go behind the head to hold the bit in place.

I rocked back onto my knees and the stirrups slid off. “Hey wait a moment,” I said. “You don’t need that!”

Sasha approached me. “How do you control and direct me when you ride me?” she asked. I looked up at her ponytail and grinned.

“Exactly.” Sasha ran her fingers through my close-cropped hair, “and how am I supposed to direct you?”

“You could just tell me where you want to go,” I suggested. “I’ll carry you wherever you want.”

She caught my chin and tilted my head up. “Let’s get something straight right now slave. You are not carrying me. I’m riding YOU! I am the one in charge today. You’ll go where I tell you to, when I tell you to and if you disobey me well, we’ll see how well you respond to the spurs.”

I remained perfectly still as Sasha placed the bit between my teeth and adjusted the straps behind my head. She was right though. I couldn’t expect to be allowed to fully dominate her and then protest when the rules were applied to me. Still if the spurs and stirrups had worried me the bit was frightening. I wouldn’t be able to talk or to resist. Sasha didn’t have the weight or physical strength to crush my body or will but this way she didn’t have to.

She snapped her fingers and I dropped back onto all fours. I felt her place the stirrup belt across my back once more. Sasha paused for a moment, no doubt surveying her handiwork. She mounted my back and spent some seconds finding the most comfortable spot, for her. She slipped her boots into the stirrups and gathered up the reins.

“Now horsey let’s start with some basic exercises, walk on.” She twitched the reins and I have to admit I responded immediately. As she rode me at a walk into the picnic area I felt one hand move across my shoulders then over my backside.

Sasha sighed, “your muscles moving under me feel amazing horsey, does it feel that good for you when you ride me?”

I nodded, not trusting to speaking.

“Very good horsey,” she laughed, “but it’s not going to save you in the long run.” She leant forward, “I didn’t wear these spurs for decoration.”