Chance Meeting - Epilogue (by Paladin)

Chance Meeting Epilogue

A small crowd waited across the lobby for the next elevator to arrive. I walked out of the breakfast lounge and paused at the fringe. A few of the business men glanced my way but without my suit I doubted many placed me as the one who’d left with the blond they’d all been salivating over. 

Now thoughts of my blond pony girl were far more interesting than contemplating the opinions of overweight middle management types. My blond had fought then submitted to me on the mats. Even now I could hardly believe the ease with which she’d slipped into the role I’d offered her. If the wrestling had been the opening of her mind, then riding her back to my room had been a revelation. 

I had physically exhausted my blond pony and then forced her on with the deliberate intent to break her will. As I’d repeatedly dropped my weight onto her oil slicked back and slipped up her spine she’d gone beyond play, beyond fantasy and had finally given me her power and control. In that moment I had felt the intoxicating power of knowing she’d surrendered completely and would obey any direction, any whim I cared to indulge.

I’d held that power in my hand as firmly as I’d held her hair and then I’d released her. That strange mix of submission and freedom had flooded her senses. 

It was really too soon to be thinking back on last night, my body was responding far too quickly.

A hand touched my arm, startling me out of my memories. A girl around nineteen or twenty stood next to me. It took me a moment to recognise the red hair of the girl who had encountered me mounted on my blond. Without the cocktail dress and make-up she looked younger than she had. She was wearing a hooded sweatshirt zipped down to show a hint of a blue sports top and her hair fell down her back in a long, single braid.

“Did you do it?” she asked.

“Do what?” I offered her nothing.

She looked around but no-one was paying us any attention. “I know it was you in the elevator.”

“Do you?”

“Well you were wearing a suit and sitting on top of a blond’s back at the time but yeah I’m pretty sure.”

I smiled as the doors opened and moved forward. The redhead caught my arm again. “This one’s full, you should wait for the next one.”

“It’s not that full.”

She shrugged, “okay I don’t mind carrying this on in a small room full of other people.”

I frowned but let the doors close. “So what is it you want to know?”

She moved a little closer, “did you ride her all night?”

“For a fair portion of it, yes.”

“Did she end up being your pony thing?”

“My ponygirl slave, yes she did.”

“She was weak anyway.”

“Really?” I looked her slowly over, noting the tone and shape of her body.

“Yeah, I’ll bet I could have kicked her ass and made her my slave easily enough.”

I smiled but said nothing. Although the thought of the two of them fighting it out for dominance was a pleasant tingling thought.

“What did you make her do?”

“Apart from wrestling her and riding her?”

“Yeah did she have to, you know” she glanced around.

“No she didn’t have to but when she submitted to me it was a natural way of showing she accepted my dominance.”

“You couldn’t dominate me,” she challenged. Slowly she unzipped her sweatshirt. The blue sports top ended just below the curve of her breasts, revealing a toned stomach and tiny lycra gym shorts. “I’m supposed to be going to the gym but,” she left the sentence unfinished.

I decided in an instant to see just how far this girl’s bravado would take her. 

“Take off your sweatshirt.”

She hesitated for a moment then pushed it back off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She placed her hands on her hips and stared defiantly at me. She was a little shorter than my blond and more obviously muscled, plus she has the absolute certainty and confidence in herself that only comes with youth.

Riding her would be so challenging but that would make victory even more exciting.

“Get down on all fours.”

“Here? But we’ll be seen.”

I shrugged, “the blond was brave enough to risk being seen.”

It was amusing watching the conflict cross her face. She didn’t want to be embarrassed but overriding that she didn’t want to think that my blond ponygirl was stronger or braver than she was.

Slowly she crouched down, almost as if she was reaching to get her sweatshirt. Then her knees touched the polished marble floor. Without realising it I was holding my breath, watching her intensely. She lowered herself until she was fully kneeling, then with an exhaled breath she rocked forward. The sound of her hands landing seemed overly loud but there she was on all fours in front of me.

Her back looked strong and the natural curve of her spine promised a yielding but powerful seat. The soft curve of her breast contrasted with the firmness of her stomach and the muscles in her shoulders and arms. She was built to be ridden!

The elevator doors slid open.

Before I could hesitate or change my mind I stepped over her and dropped my weight heavily onto her back. She gasped but recovered so quickly, her back literally rushing back up under me. 

I caught up the long braid and drummed my heels against her thighs. She sprang forward and I clamped my thighs along her sides to steady my balance. We hit the entrance to the elevator in such a rush that I had to lean back and check her forward motion with her long braid. 

As the doors closed she spun without warning. I wrapped my legs around her waist and squeezed. She reacted by spinning the other way, then bouncing her back up and down.

Power. She was all power and attitude. She stopped facing the doors. The reflection showed her chest heaving with the exertion but the look on her face was undaunted. 

I could feel the muscles tensing under me. I pulled her head back, “save your energy pony, you’re going to need it.”

She resisted, moving restlessly under me despite the tight grip I maintained on her head. “I’m not your pony yet,” she growled.

I laughed. This girl would fight to the end. She wouldn’t submit just because she was tired or unable to throw me. I would have to impose my will on her at all times, any let up and she would take her chance. Adrenaline pumped as I looked to the battle ahead.

“Oh you’ll get your chance to prove that.” Keeping a tight grip on her hair I reached out and pushed a button. She quickly tried to move out from under me but I’d expected that and just as quickly had my weight centred on her back again.

“Where are we going?” She demanded. Then she paused, “did that blond slave put up as much of a fight?”

“Up to the roof. Why so determined to better her?” I asked genuinely interested.

Some of the tension went out of her and I let a length of braid slide between my fingers. “When I first saw you siting on her back I didn’t know if I should be amazed, shocked or if I should call the police. I mean you don’t usually see a girl in her underwear being ridden in an elevator. Then you made her talk and you seemed so powerful. I wandered what would make her want to be under you like that. Then she gave me a look and I knew she was telling me to back off cause you were hers.”

“I’m surprised you even cared,” I interrupted.

She nodded, “I’ve always been too competitive but right then I just wanted to give that blond slave the beating of her life. I wanted you to watch while I beat her down and made her cry and admit that I was the better, stronger girl and that you should be trying to ride me.”

I drew in a deep breath, I really didn’t know what to say and at that moment my heart was pounding.

“Why are we going to the roof?”

“Lots of space and pads and the first classes don’t start until midday today.”

She moved and my legs tightened instinctively, “just seeing if you were awake,” she laughed. “I’m not going to let you win,” she added.

“I’d be very disappointed if you did,” I replied.

“We’re nearly there. I want you to tell me something like you told that blond.”

I understood what she meant. I reached forward and ran my hand up her neck and lifted her chin. “I’m going to ride you pony. I’m going to dominate and control you and when you’re begging me to stop and let you rest I’m going to keep riding you until your muscles are quivering and shaking.” 

She was trembling under me and I could tell from the look in her eyes it was with excitement not fear. I whispered into her ear, “I will ride you until you collapse under me and then I will put you on your back and sit on your chest. That way I will be able to look into your eyes while you’re submitting to me. Once you have admitted that you’re beaten and that you’re my obedient ponygirl slave I’ll let you up and then I’ll ride you and you’ll obey my every command.”

The elevator stopped and the doors slid open. I grabbed at her braid and tightened my legs as she exploded out into the sunlight. I whooped and brought my hand down firmly on her backside. the battle was on!

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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Chance Meeting part Four (by Paladin)

My blond sat on the gym mats watching me button up my shirt. I picked up her dress, she held out her hand for it and looked very surprised when I carefully folded the material and placed it in my jacket pocket.

“On all fours,” I told her.

She obeyed. “I thought you would prefer to ride me wearing as little as possible?”

I smiled, for now I wanted to differentiate between us. The variation in our dress would emphasise that the power lay with me. I stepped over her and settled comfortably in the natural curve of her back. She didn’t object as I took hold of her hair. I drummed my heels against her thighs and she started forward.

As I rode her across the mats towards the roof door I shook my head. I could barely believe that such an unexpected meeting could have yielded such astounding results. This woman whose back moved gracefully beneath me was a wonder. She had entered into the fantasy with hardly a falter, instinctively discovering the strength and control of the submissive. Although on the bottom, calling me her master and giving me the most intense pleasure I’d experienced in some time she had been in control the whole time.

I playfully used her hair to guide her through the door and across the the elevator. As the doors opened I heard a slight exhale of breath from my blond pony, clearly she’d been holding her breath in case the elevator was occupied. Given the position she was in and her scantily but seductively attired state I couldn’t blame her.

One floor down and the doors opened to reveal a petite redhead in a low cut cocktail dress. She stepped through the doors automatically but froze as she reached for her floor number. “Oh,” she gasped.

I could feel my blond pony trembling under me, her head down low.

“Good evening,” I said. Somehow the thrill of being ‘caught’ brought a rush of adrenaline surging through my body.

“Uh yes, um, good evening,” the redhead replied. 

I smiled, even in such unusual circumstances the conventions of conversation held sway.

The redhead glanced nervously in my blond’s direction, “can I ask,” she started then hesitated.

I drew my pony’s head up, “tell her what’s happening,” I ordered.

“I’m his pony slave for the night,’ she whispered.

“Tell her why and say it louder.”

She cleared her throat and the trembling increased. “We wrestled and he won.”

“Does it hurt?” the redhead asked.

“No the wrestling was more fun than I ever expected. He hasn’t ridden me much yet so I’m not sure but so far it’s... exciting.” Her voice grew stronger and more confident as she spoke.

The young redhead paused then slowly pushed the button for her floor. “How long are you going to ride her?” She asked me.

I gave her a long look as if judging how well she would do under me. She blushed. “She’s my pony slave for the night and I intend to ride her until she’s exhausted and trembling beneath me.” I let go of my blond’s hair, put my hands on my hips and deliberately sank deeper into her back. The redhead watched it all without comment.

“Then I will continue riding her until she is broken to my will and begging to submit to me.” I said it calmly, almost matter-of-fact and her blush deepened. Her breathing had sped up and her chest rose and fell pleasantly beneath the thin material of her dress.

The elevator stopped at my floor and the doors slid open. I smiled and drew my blond’s head up. She started to move but I reined her in tightly, my fingers twined in her hair. I stared intently at the redhead, “perhaps I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

She shivered but her eyes glowed with excitement and I could feel her gaze burning into my back as I kicked my pony forward.

“How did that feel?” I asked. “I know you were very nervous about being seen.”

She gave a short laugh. “At first I was terrified but it was exciting at the same time. Then I got jealous.”

“Jealous?”

“Maybe possessive is a better way of putting it. She was flirting with you, she wanted to be the one you were riding and I wanted to say he’s mine, my master so back off! Oops.” She’d realised her voice had risen considerably.

I reined her in and she obeyed instantly which gave me a warm flush of pleasure. My blond really was a natural ponygirl. “All right pony slave, my room is the one at the end of the hall. I want to see just how quickly we can reach that door, uh, uh, wait till I tell you to go.” 

I could feel her muscles tense, eager to obey me and to test her own ability. I loosened her hair and drummed my heels. She leapt forward into a beautiful rocking canter.

I slipped a little backwards and forwards in my natural saddle, not resisting just enjoying every movement and sinking as deeply into her back as I could. She kept the pace going and only slowed with ten metres to go. I smacked her backside and she responded, moving slightly faster than before. Her sharp breathing teased my senses and when we stopped I waited before opening the door, drawing out the feeling of her straining to support my weight. The door had arrived far too soon but once inside I looked forward to more adventures.

Chance Meeting part Three (by Paladin)

We met in the centre of the mat. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close enough to feel her chest rise against mine. I spun and lowered her to the mat and straddled her stomach. As I settled my butt she attempted a small bridge. I smiled, “what was that?”

She glared up at me, “I was trying to throw you off.”

“Not very hard.” I smacked her backside, “try harder.”

“Ummph.” This time she used her stomach muscles and legs to propel me upwards. I rode her up feeling the strength of her stomach muscles pressed against me. Then the delicious sensation of her collapsing back to the mat and me sinking deeper into her stomach. I looked at her for a long moment, “one,” I said.

She bridged again, higher this time. “Two.”

Three and four were fast bucks, one coming immediately after the other. Five was slower and deliberate as if she was seeing just how high she could lift me. I placed my hands on my hips trusting to my balance and her obvious inexperience. Six barely lifted me. “Not good enough, do it again,” I instructed her.

She placed her hands flat against the mat and bridged me properly five more times. At ten she lay gasping under me, “better than any gym ab workout,” she smiled.

“And much more enjoyable for me as well.” I got up and helped her up. As I did she caught me in a headlock and tried to twist around to trip me. I followed the motion letting her pull me down. We slumped to the mat and I felt her legs wrap around my waist. I rolled to my back and she quickly sat up on my stomach. I bridged lightly.

“One,” she said triumphantly.

I grinned and gave her two more before bucking and twisting. My blond yelped as she rolled onto her side. I pinned her wrists then sat just below her breasts, my shins resting along her forearms. Teasingly I wrote the numbers across her chest as I said them. She giggled and glared in equal parts.

“Would you like a rest?”

She gave a gentle buck, “I’m good to go.”

We caught at each other and rather than go for the pin I enjoyed the sensations of skin pressing against skin as we struggled for the upper hand. I pushed and rolled until I was lying on top of her. She giggled as I tried to capture her hands our position forgotten until I finally caught her wrists. 

“Uh darn it,” she smiled. “You got me again.”

I sat up, pulled her arms down by her sides and then pinned them there with my legs.

“This is different,” she said wiggling her fingers.

“Just watch,” I told her and shifted forward of her elbows so that I could take her wrists and pull them forward across my calves and press them down. “Leverage,” I told her.

“I’ll have to try that,” she replied as I counted.

I stumbled as we circled each other and this time she made sure I was pinned securely before counting. Her strong legs began pressing down across my biceps but at ‘three’ she slipped each leg forward then around, trapping my arms much as I had just done.

“I’m going to start counting again and this time you’re going to buck but you won’t get me off this time.”

She looked so pleased with herself that there was no way I could bring myself to unseat her. I bucked her enough to lift her up but not enough to unsettle her balance. By eight she’d let go of my wrists and had her fists planted firmly on her hips. I lifted her for ten.

“Stay up!” She ordered. “I want to see how strong you are.”

I grinned. My blond was not only proving to be strong and competitive but also inventive and more than willing to enter into the spirit of things. I’d never met a girl who had so quickly responded to this fetish.

I gritted my teeth and continued to hold her up. She slowly looked around, taking in the view as if nothing out of the ordinary was occurring. As if remembering I was there she looked down at me. “I could so get used to this feeling,” she told me.

Finally I dropped back to the mat. She shifted further forward onto my chest. “I can feel your breathing, lifting me up and down.”

“Is it a nice feeling?” I asked. 

She bit her lower lip, “it is. I don’t know why but it is.” She scratched my chest lightly with a nail. “Why don’t more women like this?”

“It’s not for everyone.”

“How did you know I would like it?” The nail continued it’s delightful scratching.

“You already had the right combination of strengths and they’re easy to see for anyone who takes the time to look. I didn’t know if you’d like it but once you’d committed to taking the chance I felt fairly certain that you would want to complete to the best of your ability.”

“And you definitely took the time to look didn’t you. I like that.” She smiled warmly as she got up.

“Last pin,” I warned her.

She laughed and leant forward giving me a wondrous view of her curves, “bring it.”

We tussled and she broke away. I tried to lock her up but she slipped past me.

“Ooh the big man can’t catch me!” She teased.

I stepped in too quickly for her to react and hip threw her to the mat. I let her drop with just enough speed to elicit a little squeal of fear then dropped onto her stomach. I landed with enough force to puff some air out of her. I placed my hands on her stomach, thumbs almost meeting in the centre of her toned midriff. I slid my hands up, loving the feel of her skin as my hands followed the curve of her stomach up to her ribs.

I continued to slide my hands up her ribs, adjusting my position as I did so that I wasn’t overbalanced or pressing too hard. My hands met the light satin of her bra and continued up and over, pressing lightly down as they passed over her cleavage. My blond lay unresisting under me but her breathing had quickened.

My hands slipped up her arms, pushing them up above her head where they met in a divers pose, palm on palm. By now I was looking directly into her eyes. The fire was there and more.

Just as slowly I drew my body up over hers. My groin pressed into her belly as I moved and her chest swelled as I swept up to her ribs. My breathing had quickened to match hers. The sensation of of moving up and over the satin was a burn that started low, ran it’s way up through my stomach and into my chest. The soft curves above her bra rose under me as I paused. Then I slid down till I stopped just before her chin. My legs rested along her arms and her face was beautiful framed between my thighs.

“I think you’ve won,” she whispered.

“No, not yet.”

My blond gave me a quizzical look.

“Count to ten,” I told her.

“One,” she kissed my left thigh. “Two,” she kissed the other, slower this time. “Three,” she returned to the other thigh and her tongue traced a path along my skin.

I shifted closer so that with each turn of her head and count her chin would draw itself across me. When my blond finally reached ten I had nearly run out of anything resembling control. She looked up at me with soft eyes.

“Are you sure you don’t want to win something else, I mean you have already ridden me?”

I laughed, “all I did was sit on your back as we rode up the elevator. I haven’t begun to ride you yet.”

“You could have both. I mean, I wouldn’t mind, you have beaten me after all. Aren’t I your pony slave now?”  

“Yes you are my pony slave.” I stood and let her draw my underwear down. She lay back down and waited for me to resume my seat high on her chest.

“What are you?” I asked.

She began plying her tongue softly around before she answered, “I’m your pony slave.”

“And what am I?”

Her tongue swirled around me and I gasped. “You’re my master,” she replied submissively.

This girl seemed to know exactly how to play her role. She was so willing to enter the fantasy that it would be impossible for me to have not to have accepted what she’d offered.

“Why am I your master pony slave?”

“Because you defeated me and conquered me in wrestling master. You pinned me to the mat and made me your slave after you’d ridden me” she smiled then returned to licking and kissing. 

I groaned as the fire grew within me. “Where is your rightful place pony slave?”

My blond looked up at me and smiled. “On my back with you sitting on me master or on all fours being your obedient pony or....”

“Or, pony slave?” I could barely get the words out my mouth was so dry.

“Or doing this master,” her mouth drew me in, slowly at first as I gasped and felt every muscle in my body tighten. Then more quickly, her lips, tongue and mouth demanding until I had no shreds of control left to hold onto.