Breaking In the Bronco - Part 3 (Final)

***By Paladin***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Have you pleased me enough yet slave?” 

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

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

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

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

Breaking In the Bronco - Part 2

***By Paladin***

Sasha started as I had expected with a few sharp bucks. I wrapped my legs tightly around her waist and squeezed. Sasha gasped but somehow managed a stiff bounce. As I came down on her back she used the slippery mud beneath her to turn sharply.

Now as any rider will tell you simply holding on will never keep you in the saddle. You have to anticipate, restrain and redirect all that energy if you want to stay mounted. As she started her turn I pulled her head firmly in the opposite direction and spurred her the way I wanted her to go. The combination of her head being pulled and the sting of the spurs forced her to obey me.

I let her have her head and spurred with both heels against her thighs. Thinking she was going to have her own way Sasha pushed forward but I pulled her head just as she gained some momentum. We turned tightly, literally inscribing a figure eight.

I pulled her to a halt and grinned. I could feel the tension in her body and knew she was frustrated but still had enough fight to try more of her tricks. 

I let her set the pace as she moved forward, her head drops just slightly and I prepare for what’s coming. Sasha drops a shoulder and at this pace I should have been thrown but I pull her head back and push my feet forward, shifting my weight back just enough. She stops, gasping, “damn!” I hear her mutter.

“Ready to submit pony?”

She seems to sag a little and I know the mud flats have done their job, sapping her energy. She leans back putting more weight on her haunches so that her shoulders and arms have more freedom, Sasha rears then drops but I have been here before. As she rises again. I rise up with her but as she drops I slide up her back dropping all my weight between her shoulder blades.

Sasha’s trembling arms couldn’t hold my weight for more than a few seconds before they flew out from under her. She landed face down in the mud once more with me straddling her upper back. Just because I can I stay seated on her back until she starts struggling to get up. Out comes the towel again.

I mount her again and tickle her with the spurs. Sasha’s whole body trembles. I draw her head back and sit more deeply into her back before applying the spurs again.

Sasha cries out but doesn’t move. Her body shakes but she makes no attempt to throw me. I let her ponytail go and her head drops forward. Curious I lean back and place my hands behind me on her backside. Sasha accepts this without complaint or defiance.

I swing my legs up and rest them over her shoulders. “Giddy up,” I order and she moves carefully under me.

“Left,” I order and again she obeys. 

“Right.” 

“Stop!” Sasha obeys without a word. I swing my legs back down into a proper riding position.

“Pony girl?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what, pony girl?” I demand.

“Yes Master,’ she whispers back.

“Do you submit to me pony girl?”

“Yes Master.”

“Say it pony girl.”

“Yes Master I submit to you.”

“Do you think you’ve done enough to please me pony girl?”

“I don’t know Master.”

“Is there any fight left in you pony girl or are you totally beaten, totally my slave?”

Sasha shakes her head slowly, “your slave is totally exhausted and beaten Master.”

I steer her back towards the sand dunes where this all began. She moves slowly under me, struggling to carry me without complaint as an obedient pony should. 

“I’m going to ride you back to the car, pony and you’re going to carry me as fast or as slowly as I command you to and if you're not obedient to my every order I will spur you on until you are. Do you understand pony?”

“Yes Master.”

“Faster then pony, I want to hear you begging me to let you rest.”

Sasha broke into a swift gait, instantly obeying me.

I grinned. The bronco had been broken and tamed, this time.

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To be continued!

Breaking the Bronco by Paladin - Part 1

Note from Susan - I was told this was written in the assumption of a more experienced ponygirl, which is nice to know before reading it.

***By Paladin***

“Alright you won so here I am wearing white, which by the way you are going to pay for, but this is still the beach and you said this would be new terrain!”

Sasha stood with her hands on her hips and a challenging look on her face. She was wearing white cycle shorts and a tight white crop top with ‘Never Give Up’ stencilled in black stretching across her curves. Of course I was only looking at the writing. The white looked fantastic against her tanned skin and her dark hair was swept up and back into a ponytail.

I snapped my fingers and pointed to the sand, with a last glare she got down on all fours. “Oh you’ll need these.” I dropped a pair of fingerless gloves in front of her. The palms were reinforced with leather.

“The sand’s not that hot?’ She sounded puzzled as she put them on.

I stood over her and sat down on her hips then slid heavily in to the curve of her back. I could feel the muscles adjusting to my weight. I grinned, Sasha was in for a big surprise. I gripped her ponytail in one hand and lightly dug my spurs into her thighs. Sasha moved forward easily over the sand.

“Let’s go over the rules today pony.”

“You got to choose the outfit,” she grumbled. “You get to ride me in new terrain. Then I get to try and throw you again and if I do I get to ride YOU back out!” 

I gave her ponytail a playful tweak, Sasha couldn’t see the evil grin on my face. “Exactly right.” I guided her around a clump of beach grass. “Pony, do you know what they call the area where a river leads out into the sea?” I asked it as condescendingly as I could.

Sasha gave a light buck to show she was well aware of my tone. “An estuary,” she replied.

I spurred her up a low rising dune and Sasha responded with hardly any effort at all. “An estuary,” I agreed. “And when the river is low and the tide is out...,”

I reined her in tight at the top of the dune. “You get tidal mud flats.”

“You utter.”

Whatever she was going to call me was lost in a squeal as I brought my hand down on her backside and dug the spurs in.

Sasha charged down the dune and as she hit the mud flats she had to fight to remain upright. Grinning wickedly I pulled on the ponytail, yanking it to the left and spurred her side. Her body turned fast and at the last second she lost balance. Her knees shot out from under her. For a moment her arms held her up but with a whoop I dropped my weight down. Sasha dropped, fully extended like a diver into the mud. Now she knew why I hadn’t made her wear the saddle.

I stood and took a micro-towel out of my pocket. As Sasha got back up to her hands and knees I carefully wiped the mud from her face. Given the mixture of disbelief, horror and pure menace in Sasha’s expression I was very glad that it was me wearing the spurs.

I remounted and a little tentatively urged her on. She moved forward, a little carefully at first but then with growing confidence as she found the most economical way to carry me across the mud and sand. 

Part of our deal was that I got to choose when Sasha would get to try and throw me. As you can tell I’d thought this through very carefully. She had been embarrassed and she still had far too much energy to let her loose but I had a plan that was even more evil than she’d expected.

“Who’s your Master pony?” I taunted her to distract her from where we were going.

“Your butt is going to end up smeared across this mud flat!” She growled back.

“Oh is the widdle pony muddy. Poor pony.”

“Bite me!”

“Naughty pony, just for that you have to go faster.” I dug the spurs in as Sasha quickened her pace.

Her muscles had to work harder than normal to keep herself upright and to support my weight but the slipping and jolting as she moved felt great beneath me.

Within a few strides Sasha’s hands had sunk to the wrists in the soft mixture of mud, sand and salt water. She slowed to a walk but I refused to let her rest and spurred her on. We followed a gentle arc that led us parallel with the shallow river.

“This is horrible,” she groaned but worse was to come. 

The river bed flattened and widened so much as it approached the sea that within moments Sasha was up to her forearms and then nearly to the elbows. Some steps would drop her chest and stomach into pools of cool mud and she would let out an involuntary squeal each time it happened. After the second time I gave up trying  not to laugh. 

She was straining to carry me now. Straining to keep moving and her breathing came in shallow gasps.

I gave her the occasional smack on the backside but in reality I knew she was giving everything she had. Sasha actually sighed in relief when I twitched her ponytail and headed her back away from the river.

Mud, sea water, sand and sweat ran off her body as we reached the firmer mud flats. Her head dropped and I took a little of my weight off her back but only for a minute.

“Time to buck pony.”

“Now?” she sounded exhausted but not beaten, not yet.

I tightened my legs around her waist and tickled her with the spurs, “now,” I repeated.

A Story from Tonypony

Kanashii and I know a fellow called Tony - nicknamed "Tonypony" - who is usually into femdom riding, that is, ladies riding on ponyboys. He has written plenty of stories about his passion. But just occasionally the reverse pops up in his mind and his stories...

This particular offering is part of a longer story about a guy named Wilson (coincedence), set in the future, where very realistic dominant female robots are available, including ones that are programmed to enjoy riding men. This particular "dommebot" however has a twist.
I didn't include most of the female-on-male parts here, let me know if you actually want to read them. As always, it would be nice to hear what everyone thinks...

Warning this is very sexual in parts, includes "normal"-ish sex, and also very firm use of aids

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WILSON - By Tonypony
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“Dismount” Wilson commanded breathlessly. Katy swung off his back and stood there as Wilson got up, removed his bridle, kneepads and stirrups. He collapsed in a chair to catch his breath and gazed in newfound wonder at his creation. Sure, she had ridden him many times before, around the lab for lap after lap as he adjusted her riding personality. But this was the first time he had turned off his analytical brain and really let himself enjoy the feeling of being her steed, carrying that precious burden, absorbing her punishment while expending his last ounces of energy to give her that perfect ride. Not since his niece had ridden him had he felt so controlled, so strong yet subservient, so…..loved. He thanked his lucky stars for having brought him to this point, to have this beautiful creature – he had almost stopped thinking of her as a robot – in his life as his riding mistress, forever.

But she was much more than that. Time now, Wilson thought, to see how the rest of her worked. “Strip,” he said, and Katy began removing her shirt. Her movements were mechanical, but graceful as well. She sat briefly to remove the spurs and boots, then slipped out of her running shorts and stood naked before him.

Wilson was breathless. “Load pony mode.”

Even though he had seen this transformation a hundred times, it still amazed him. With the softest of noises, Katy began to grow. Not just taller, but thicker. Heavier looking. Stronger. The muscles on her arms and thighs rippled and bulged as they expanded. Her shoulders broadened, and even her head grew a little larger, to stay in pleasing proportion to her now bigger body. As a final touch, her hair sprouted out until it was hanging to the small of her muscular back. When it all stopped, she was just over six feet tall, with the powerful, toned form one might see on a professional volleyball player or Olympic swimmer.

 And she’s all mine, Wilson thought. God, she’s perfect like this, too! What didn’t show on the surface was the dramatic shift in her programming. But now he could test that for himself. “Activate!”

“Oh, Wilson!” Katy gasped, “I love it! My new body, it’s….. it’s perfect! Oh, thank you, thank you!” She ran to his chair as he stood and wrapped him up in a huge hug, lifting him clear of the ground. “Oh, I can’t thank you enough! I love you, Wilson!” She kissed him passionately. “Now I can do what I really, really wanted to do!”

“What’s that, Katy?”

“Oh, I want to be your horse, Wilson! Please, please, please, ride me?”

“Me? Ride you?”

“Oh, yes, please!” She begged her way all around his neck, covering it with soft kisses as she spoke. “Please, make me your horsey! I couldn’t stop thinking about it, all the time I was riding you, how good it made me feel and how much I wanted to make you feel the same way! Please?” She kissed her way down his chest. “Play horsey with me, Wilson, please?” Her soft lips caressed the spur marks she had left on his thighs. “I want you to ride me, and whip me and spur me just like I did to you!”

Gently she licked the end of his cock, tasting the precum. “I’ll do anything for you, Wilson. I’ll suck your dick every day for the rest of my life, you can fuck me in the ass, you can tie me up and whip me, just please let me be your horsey?”

She took all of him into her mouth now, tongue swirling and lips gripping tight around the base of his shaft. Wilson ran his fingers through her hair and gently guided her motions as she sucked his cock, pausing every few strokes to beg him some more. ”Please ride me? I’m strong enough, I can carry you, I know it!”

“Allright, Katy. Put the kneepads on.”

“Oh, thank you Wilson! Thank you!” A final lick of his balls, and Katy quickly donned the kneepads. “Oooh, can I wear the stirrups and bridle, too? Please? I want to feel like a real horse, to feel like you felt when I was on your back!”

Wilson grinned. “Put em on.”

“Yaay! I’m gonna be a horsey, I’m gonna be a horsey!” Katy strapped on the bridle and stirrups, and Wilson sat down in the chair.

“Get my spurs – they’re in the cabinet.” Katy ran to fetch his spurs, and knelt before him to strap them on his bare feet. She looked up at him with a passionate glance, and Wilson was swept away by the excitement. “All fours,” he said, and the obedient girl assumed the position. Wilson collected the crop and swung his leg over his new pony bot. As he settled down on her back, she gasped and arched in pleasure, moaning around her bit.

“Ooooohhh, yeah. Oh, I love you on my back. Ride me hard, Wilson, ride me!”

He reveled in the smooth feeling of her skin against his cock and balls and leaned forward, sliding his throbbing dick along the crease of her spine. He grabbed two handfuls of her hair and pulled her head back, making her gasp again as he rubbed her hair all over his crotch. What a feeling! To be astride this gorgeous girl, to be in control of her every motion, and to have her begging him to use his spurs and his whip on her beautiful body!

He put his feet in the stirrups. His spurs were not too sharp, he didn’t want to damage her expensive skin, but she was programmed to respond with pleasure every time he kicked her. So he spurred her hard, and a near-orgasmic scream issued from her bitted mouth as she began to crawl, carrying her designer around the room.

“Oh, God, Wilson! Spur me again!”

He whipped her ass. “Shut up! Horses don’t talk!”

She whinnied instead, and he rewarded her with another jab from his spurs, she moaned and went faster.

She was a bot, and so she could crawl much faster than a human could, but Wilson couldn’t balance as well as she did when she was in the saddle. So after twenty minutes of whipping and spurring her around the room, enjoying the feel of this powerful girl between his legs, he reined her harshly to the sliding doors that led to the back yard. She was getting so turned on now that he let her stay on hands and knees for one lap of his estate, thrilling to her excited gasps every time he drove his spurs into her flanks, rubbing his cock and balls back and forth on her muscular back.

He reined her up sharply near the house, too horny to continue riding. He dismounted and whipped her back. “Up, Katy! Just your hind legs, leave your hands on the ground.” As soon as had she assumed the position he drove his cock deep into her quivering twat, already pulsing and wet with desire.

“Ahhhh……ahhhh….AHHHhh” Katy screamed, as she slammed her hips back against Wilsons thrusts.

He plunged into her again and again, hammering at her taut ass and firm thighs. As his pleasure crested, he hauled back hard on Katys reins and whipped her with the crop, sending her screaming over the edge into a simulated orgasm of her own. “O, God! Yes….Yesss…Ahh…AHHhh.OOHHHNNNGGGHHH!”

Wilson exploded, spewing his load deep into his ponybot, whipping and thrusting and climbing as he came, till she was bearing his full weight, his stomach crushing down on her beautiful ass. As his orgasm ebbed, he said “Down on all fours again,” and Katy went back down to her hands and knees, Wilson still atop and inside her. He basked in the afterglow for several minutes, enjoying the feeling of this strong woman bearing him on her back, then he dismounted. Moving in front of her, he unsnapped the bit from her bridle. “You’ve been such a good horsey, Katy, that you deserve a treat.” Hungrily she sucked him into her mouth and licked his balls until she had removed all trace of their lovejuice and he was throbbing hard again.

Time for another ride. “Hind legs up again, Katy – I want to ride you some more.”

She stood as he requested, ass high in the air. “But, Wilson, how can you ride me like this? My back’s all tilted, you could never stay on!”

“Don’t worry, Katy,” he said as he snapped the bit back into place. “I’ve got one more little surprise for you. Command. Extend. Activate.”

Katys eyes widened as she felt her head begin to rise. Her arms were growing! Before she knew it, her back was horizontal, even though her hands and feet were all firmly on the ground! The magic arms grew another few inches after that, so her shoulders were tilted slightly higher than her ass, making a natural saddle in the small of her back. She gazed back lovingly at Wilson, as he adjusted the stirrups around her well-muscled torso.

“Thank you,” she said, and he could swear he saw a tear of joy in her eye. “You’ve made me the happiest ponygirl in the whole world!”

“Thank you, Katy,” Wilson said as he put his left foot in the stirrup and swung up onto her back, “You’ve made me a very happy pony, and a very happy rider, too! Hyahhh!”

With three quick jabs from his spurs and a stroke from his riding crop, he was off and galloping on his very special CG-51.

Galloping was exactly the word.  She had superhuman strength and unnatural balance, able to analyze the ground in front of her and place each hand and foot in the precise spot to maximize her speed and keep Wilson comfortable on her back. He had lengthened the stirrups a bit when she entered this new mode, but they were still short enough that he could comfortably swing his feet up to drive his spurs into her sides. His estate was large and isolated, so he had no worries about anyone seeing the naked ponygirl and her naked rider. So he spurred her and whipped her until she reached maximum speed, the wind whipping her hair back over his thighs, his crotch bouncing and sliding deliciously around on her back.

And she never tired. Wilson rode her at full gallop for fifteen minutes, then reined her back to a canter. This was a slower, more rhythmic gait, and Wilson immediately knew it would always be his favorite. Her torso rocked evenly fore and rear, and he leaned forward, moving with his steed, sliding his rock hard cock into the groove of her spine. “Ohhh, God Katy! Giddyap!” He dropped the reins and his crop, grabbing two handfuls of her flowing hair and pulling gently. Katy slowed, but Wilson kicked her with his spurs. “Keep going Katy! Keep going! Giddyap!” She resumed the canter and he concentrated on the feeling of her underneath him, between his legs, his cock and balls rubbing and sliding along her back. “Ohh…yeah…yeah….Unnnnhhh!” He started jabbing the rowels against her hips as he became more aroused, and her yelps of pleasure every time the spurs struck home sent him over the peak, spewing his wad over her back and in her hair.

After he came, he reined her to a stop to rest a minute, then spurred her over to the house and dismounted. He stepped to her head and removed her bridle, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss.

“Oh, my God, Katy! That was….amazing! Perfect!”

“Wilson, I loved it! I so love being your horse! I was so fast! And feeling you on my back, especially when you came! That was the best!”

“Katy, I loved it too. But now, you’ve been a good horsey and I think you should get the reward of riding me into the house. Take off the stirrups and kneepads.”

“Oh, goody! I was getting so turned on while you were riding me, I can’t wait to jump on your back again!” Katy stood and removed her stirrups and kneepads, her extra long arms looking a bit ludicrous. “Um…. Wilson?”

“Yes, Katy?” Wilson was taking off his spurs.

“Do you think you could…um…make me smaller again? I like being smaller when I ride you.”

“Sure, honey. Command. Cow Girl mode. Activate.” Katy grinned as she shrank back to her original proportions. “That’s better. Now let’s go, horsey-boy!”

Wilson had already put on the kneepads, and got on all fours. “I think I’ll skip the stirrups this time,” Katy said as she sat on his back, “but I’m not gonna forget these.” She picked up Wilson’s spurs from the ground and quickly strapped them on to her bare feet, then settled in, grabbing his hair for reins. “C’mon Wilson, let’s see how you trot!”  She spurred him once, twice, three times, and rode him back into the house.

Casey the Pony-girl Part 4 (Final)

By Paladin

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Despite the warmth of her back I shivered. I could feel her muscles moving and pressing against my own skin. I curved my legs around her ribs loving the movement of her breasts against my calves then gave a little squeeze. Casey gasped and increased her pace. 

Now mine is an older house by New Zealand standards which I love but my one concession to the modern age is a big shower. I dismounted as we entered the bathroom. “Stay on all fours,” I commanded as I adjusted the taps. I remounted and urged her in.

“The kneepads will get wet,” she warned.

A light, hot spray swept over us and Casey sighed as her worn muscles greeted the steam and gentle drumming water. I stood and took a bottle off a shelf. I sat on Casey’s hips and popped the lid.

“Dove moisturising body wash?” Casey sniggered.

“My sister left it behind on her last visit,” I grumbled.

“Very sensitive and modern of you.”

“Just for that I’m not going to warm it up.” I squeezed hard and the cold cream dropped onto her back eliciting a squeal of protest. 

I lathered the body wash across her back and shoulders, my hands may have briefly swept across her ribs and chest in the process but no-one’s perfect.

I moved off her hips and slid down the curve of her back and up towards her shoulder blades. Then slowly back to her hips. The ride down and up her back started a burning deep in my guts and given the amount of mental and physical stimulation I’d already experienced this day I wondered if my nervous system could handle much more overload.

“Bend your elbows,” I told her and followed this instruction by pushing her shoulders down. “As I slide forward rise up to meet me.”

Casey did as she was told and I added more body wash to the mix. 

This time I pushed off her hips with more force and speed. The angle of Casey’s body helped. As I rose up from the curve of her spine she straightened her arms and my groin ground in firmly against the middle of her back. “Ride me Master,” she encouraged. The fire roared up through my body, consuming what was left of my restraint.

I rode Casey’s back faster, pressing in more deeply with each slide. Casey fought to keep up, her breathing coming almost as fast as mine. She threw her head back, driving herself upwards and the fire responded.

I came in surges, unable to stop my legs tightening around her ribs, unaware that she was taking my entire weight on her arms. 

The shaking and euphoria continued long after I slipped back to the middle of her body. Long after I stood up on legs that felt like hot wires had run down every fibre.

Casey got to her feet and stretched. She tipped her face up, allowing the water to run unhindered across her breasts. I wondered how I’d ever been so fortunate to have had this gorgeous woman agree to enter my fantasy. For a moment I also wondered if I had gone too far. Had I just spoilt something incredible by being so selfish with my own needs?

Casey turned and pushed her hair back from her face and grinned. She sauntered over to me and wrapped her arms around my neck. 

“I think your time is well and truly up,” she smiled again. “I’ve never been; so controlled, so dominated, so physically driven to collapsing or so used as you used me today and it’s not going to happen again,”

“I’m sorry..,” I started to interrupt but she gave my hair a tug and told me to hush.

“I meant it’s not going to happen again next time because next time I damn well intend to win the wrestling match!”

We’ll let the steam rise up to cover the rest.

Casey the Pony-girl Part 3

By Paladin

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I mounted Casey without hesitation, slipping comfortably into the broad leather saddle. Casey moved from side to side getting the saddle to sit just right on her back.

I took up my rein and slipped my feet into the stirrups. The cool metal of the spurs felt strangely natural against my heels. Carefully, this was my first time using spurs as well, I pressed my heels back and ran the wheels up the front of Casey’s thighs. She jumped as though I’d used a riding crop on her backside. I reined her tightly in and this time tapped her thighs lightly.

Casey was moving across the lawn court in an easy, confident gait. “How does the saddle feel pony?”

“It’s like you’re sitting on my whole back all at once,” she replied. “Although it’s heavier, it’s all spread out.”

I nodded then rose in the stirrups till I was just above the saddle. Without warning I dropped my weight back into the saddle. Casey puffed suddenly and stumbled. I raised her head to help her steady then raised and dropped my weight again.

“A little quicker pony,’ I ordered and reinforced this with the stirrups. Casey responded perfectly, without missing a stride she moved a little more quickly. I waited a moment until I was sure of my timing then began lifting and dropping my weight, ‘rising to the trot.’

I pushed her on to the middle of the court then reined her to a halt. Casey said nothing, just waited, still and quiet underneath me. She’d earn't a breather but an idea sprang to mind. I leant forward over the pommel and brought my feet up as far as I could. In a single motion I raked the spurs down her backside and across her thighs. Casey’s entire body shook as if touched by an electric current.

Grinning I leant forward again. I could hear her breathing quicken as I lowered the spurs till they just touched her lycra gym shorts. I paused drawing out her anticipation. Then again the electric current raced through her.

Without comment I sat back and tapped her forward. I placed one hand on my thigh and guided her with the other. Strangely relaxed I sat more casually into the saddle. Casey moved with such confidence now that I found myself thinking of her as more of a pony that I was riding and controlling than a girl whose back I was sitting on. 

Without thinking I tightened my right leg, pressed the right spur to her thigh and reined her across. Casey obeyed instantly as if we’d practised the manoeuvre many times. Grinning I tightened the rein and she completed two tight circles before I sent her straight again.

Her obedience was as intoxicating as the initial pleasure of sitting on her had been. In some ways it was greater. To have this beautiful woman under me and totally under my dominance was beyond sexy. Waves of endorphins and adrenaline trembled through my muscles. My skin prickled in the light breeze and I felt so..., powerful! 

I turned Casey and started back down the court. I played with her, turning in and out of imaginary poles, ‘bending’ it’s called. I stopped her, made her take steps in reverse, bounced lightly and heavily.

My pony bore it all without comment, as if the saddle and spurs had put her fully into the illusion that she was my slave, mine to ride, mine to command.

Knowing Casey was nearing the end of her energy and I was nearing the end of my time I spurred her into a faster gate. Before she could give in I pulled her head suddenly back but spurred her thighs harder than ever before.

Caught between two conflicting demands Casey shot upwards in a perfect rear. I hadn’t expected it, who knows what I’d expected but we held there balanced (me using my toes to support both my weight and hers) for long seconds before she dropped quivering back to the ground. 

Her limbs shook, her head drooped forwards. “Lie down pony,” I said. She slumped to the ground.

I removed the spurs and saddle then sat on the firm curves of her backside. She started to say something but I hushed her. I ran my fingernails over the exposed skin of her back and she gasped in pleasure. I kneaded the muscles in her back then her shoulders. Slowly I peeled the sweat-soaked crop-top up and over her head. The dark material was proof of how hard she’d worked to please me. I lightly scratched and massaged her back, earning sighs of happiness.

“How much time do you have left?” She asked

“15 minutes,” I replied. “But don’t worry about it. You’ve been amazing.”

“No!” She squirmed and turned under me. Leaving me straddling her stomach and intensely aware that the curves I’d so admired before were now fully revealed. Casey smiled, “scratch,” she ordered. The power had definitely shifted despite me being on top.

I began with her neck and shoulders and even ran my nails over her biceps which made her giggle and distracted me further. 

“Stop!”She ordered again. “You’ve got 15 minutes left of me being your pony and there’s no way I’m backing out now and you aren’t either. Believe me when you’re my slave I’m riding you for the full hour.

I moved up onto her chest, more to give me time to think than anything else. “Well there is something...,” I couldn’t believe I was even considering this.

Soft lips pressed themselves against my inner thigh. Startled I looked down. Casey gave me an evil smile turned her head to the side and ran her tongue slowly along my other thigh.

Damn the torpedoes, full steam ahead I thought.

I jumped to my feet, 10 minutes to go, “on all fours!” I commanded. Casey obeyed immediately. I stripped off my shorts and underwear and fairly leapt onto her back. I drummed her thighs with my heels and rode her back into the house. this wasn’t over yet.

Beneath The Ruins of Adiranthe - Part 4

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Beneath The Ruins of Adiranthe - Part 4
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Eleria had been tied up for half an hour now, waiting and wondering what was going to happen to her.
She was bound somewhat inelegantly over a footstool. Her hands and knees were still on the floor, her belly resting on the flat top of the footstool. Ropes held her wrists bound to the stool's front legs, and her legs just above the knee were bound to its back legs. Her ankles were bound to a ring in the floor. She could clumsily rear up with the wooden stool still attatched to her, but that was all, she couldn't move any other way.
She felt vulnerable and apprehensive. She didn't know whether to think it bad or good that the saddle and modified bridle had been left on her. It meant that he was going to ride her again, and after what had happened she could not imagine him being easy on her. She shivered. But riding was still better than so many other things she could imagine.

Her tight black leather leggings had been cut off at the thigh, so that her upper thighs and buttocks were now bare, as if she wore black leather thigh high "stockings". Her undergarments, such as they were, were still there for the moment at least.

"Hello, naughty pony," she heard his voice from the archway that served as a door. Her heart rate jumped. How had she not heard him coming?? She had good ears and was used to being able to hear people before they ever heard or saw her. His footsteps had been so quiet as to almost put a professional thief to shame.
Her eyes met his as he approached, and a little shiver went through her at the dark gleam and determination she saw in his gaze. Without knowing it, she swallowed.
"Well might you feel a little scared," he said. "You came sneaking into my domain and would have robbed my home had I not defended myself. And then of course you tried to get out of making the very reasonable amends I required, two weeks in my service was all I asked..." He smiled a little at this. "And threw me on my butt at my own front door. That wasn't bad, I have to admit. But now it is time to pay the price."

He walked around behind her so that she knew he was assessing her, but she could not see him. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
"Pretty, I like you like that." he murmured as he took in the picture she made tied up like that from behind.
Swat! He slapped her bare butt playfully. She gasped and nearly jumped out of her skin.
"Aww, can't do anything about it, hmm?" He said, and then moved forward over her and sat down in the saddle. Another soft gasp came from her as she felt his weight sink down on her back, pressing her belly and lower chest hard against the flat top of the footstool. Now her breath was coming faster and with a little more difficulty. The saddle leather creaked as he settled himself properly.
He gathered up the reins and pulled them so they were just taut, not too tight, so she could feel light pressure on the bit, almost as if she were a real horse. Then he raised his heels off the ground and pressed his heels gently against her bare thighs.
A muffled sound escaped her as she felt cold metal rowels brush her skin. Spurs...! She wriggled in her bondage under him, her nerves jangling.
Kardan chuckled at her reaction. The spurs' many points had been blunted somewhat by whomever had last owned them, and he had no intention of truly harming or savaging her with them, but as a psychological tool they were working well indeed.
"We can't have you continuing to misbehave, can we..." he laughed mockingly, and bounced the spurs' rowels lightly against her thighs. They jingled slightly and he could practically sense her feelings of nerves and despair.

Now Kardan began to untie Eleria from the footstool. One rope after the other. The feeling of anticipation was intense. He went slowly and carefully, ready for any trouble from her, after all she had tricked him once before.
But Eleria didn't move. She didn't dare. Her rider smiled, realising he had her mentally just where he wanted, without even having to use the spurs once. She was going to obey him.

Finally she was completely free of the ropes. Kardan just sat her for a moment, feeling the tense atmosphere and her breath slightly laboured from being squeezed between him and the wooden footstool.
Then, without speaking he tugged on the left rein and applied the spurs softly. It was a fairly easy command to understand, and she did; she moved cautiously and carefully to the left, almost crab-crawling in an attempt to move off the footstool. It was clumsy and slow; she had to turn her front half part way through, and Kardan had to lift his own lower leg high so that it didn't catch on the wood. But after a moment or two, Eleria was off the footstool and holding Kardan's weight entirely on her own once more.

"Carry me, little pony..." A light jab of the spurs to her thighs and she was walking forward.
Around this cavern-room they went. Unlike the tunnels and "wild" caverns above, this was more truly a room, decorated and fitted out as a strange but luxurious lounge or sitting-room, though the room had been made to fit the natural forms of the rock rather than the other way around. The effect was unusual, but still somehow beautiful.
There was no door, just an archway. This they passed through. Kardan's hands on the saddle pommel even as well as the reins. She moved slowly as she turned into the passageway at his command and his spurred heels struck her thighs a couple of times, urging her, not hard, but enough so that she would feel it.
A soft moan escaped her, so soft it was almost inaudible, the light jabs brought a soft sting and also a feeling that was electric, almost like shock and passion mixed together, zinging through her veins, something like a fight-or-flight reaction even though she was held in stern control by her rider... Was this how spurs worked on horses?? Her tired body picked up the pace.

He heard her moaning and chuckled. "What was that, pony? You like that?" Without hesitation he pressed the rowels against her thighs and rolled them firmly up and down and she gasped sharply. Oh, wow. If it was causing her shivers, it was causing him adrenaline, something of a sweet power trip, the electricity seemed to flow through him too. Her breathing was now all over the place, and not just from exertion. This was amazing.

The passageway took an upwards slant, only a very gentle gradient, but for Eleria this made it noticeably harder. She was soon panting with the effort, even though she was only 'walking', Kardan's large frame felt heavier than ever on her back. Kardan felt her struggle and this seemed like a perverse invitation to urge her more! He spurred her on once, twice, and then slapped her backside. The resulting gasp was higher in pitch.
"Come on, you were galloping with me back there in the outer caves, giddy up!" he mocked her. Perversely he then reined her to a momentary halt, placed the spurs against her thighs, and ran the rowels lightly but firmly up and down her skin. She gasped and moaned softly at the sensation of prickling heat in her thighs, electric sensations surging through her, her head moving up and down and pulling at the reins for all the world like a horse's, her back flexing and arching even under the saddle.
He eased the reins and urged her on. His plans were changing. He had planned to ride her around until she either begged him to dismount, or collapsed, as her punishment, and to assert his total dominance. It would have been amusing to try to get her to canter again, this time without the throw at the end, of course.
But he wanted to feel her under him, REALLY feel her. He was not going to commit rape - that would be a step over his own limits. But riding her like this was arousing!

Eleria struggled up the sloping passageway, and finally reached the top, breathing hard. Kardan allowed her to stop, her head down as she recovered.

Then he did something she considered strange. He stood up and dismounted.
"Stay there, pony," he commanded, and removed the saddle from her back, but left the modified pony-bridle on. She stood docile, not trying to escape or fight, tame and subdued for now.
She heard him fussing around behind her, she couldn't feel anything and couldn't see him so had no idea what he was doing.
However it didn't take her too long to realise. When Kardan sat down astride her back once more, she could feel his legs and thighs bare against the bare skin of her sides, and the heat of his groin through only the briefest and softest of garments against her back. As he shifted and wriggled to find the most comfortable position astride her, she felt him hard and fully aroused. She swallowed to try and ease her dry throat.

"Giddy up, pony," Kardan hissed, and jabbed lightly against her thighs once more.
Her every nerve sensitised, heated, she obeyed him.