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   Getting back on the horse...



   He was very fond of horses, very.  She had begun to look forward to
riding when He would come to visit.  But there was no need for a
saddle...or reins.  But there was no need for a saddle...or reins.  This
horse was made of wood...made by Him....for her to ride...be tied down
to...to tame her...to His whip...His voice...His command.

   Her mind drifted...saw Him for a moment...fashioning it...careful
measurements...smoothing edges...precise...running His hand along its
length.  Perhaps He imagined laying her down on it...tying her wrists and
ankles to the sturdy legs....positioning her...open...available.

   She brought herself back to the task at hand...her assignment...a story.
He usually gave her a task to do when He visited...some preparation of
herself...or equipment...directing thought and energy...to focus...mind and
body...ready...to submit.

   She thought of something Mistress had described...using the horse...and
ropes...and the two hooks permanently fastened to the ceiling.  Four ropes
would hang from the hooks...two for the arms...two for the legs...each
fastened to the cuffs buckled on her wrists...ankles.  She would lay on the
horse on her back...arms pulled taut...legs spread far apart...dangling
from the ceiling...impossible to draw together...defenseless...riding the
horse.  The idea of it excited her...left her wanting...wet.

   Before He arrived, she would tie the ropes...put on the
cuffs...collar...assemble the horse...run her hand along its length...close
her eyes...imagine.  And she would wait...quietly...kneeling in a position
of submission...ropes dangling overhead...beside the
horse...naked...wearing only the collar and cuffs.

   His soft knock on the door ended her reverie.  Mistress opened the door.
They greeted each other...warmly...old friends...exchanged
pleasantries...friendly chat...paying her no attention.  Her heart beat
faster...quickening breaths...trying to calm her body...her
thoughts...racing thoughts...mounting desire.

   He came to inspect...check the knots...test their hold.  He idly patted
her lowered head...testing the horse...nuts and bolts...secure...safe.

   Apparently satisfied, He moved to the bag He always brought...His back
to her...she couldn't see what He was doing...even if she dared to look. 
He came back...stood before her...close...very close.  He grasped a handful
of her hair and pushed her face into His crotch...forcing her face up and
down against Him...insistent...filling her with His scent...in no hurry.

   "Stand"...and she did...immediately...legs wobbly from
kneeling...trembling with excitement.  He quickly took one hand and joined
one cuff to the other...positioned her under one of the hooks...raising her
arms in unison...locking them there...fully extended.  Her head was forced
back by the position...arms together...awkward.

   He moved behind her...tracing His fingers along her
body...stopping...bending to her ear...to whisper..."Do you submit to Me?"
Her answer..."Yes Sir"...softly spoken...edged with desire...was quickly
given.

   There was more movement...the tinkling of a chain...the rustle of
leather.  He was behind her again...forcing her legs apart...attaching one
ankle...then the other...to the long bar...holding them firmly...stretching
her entire body.  He stood quietly...leaving her for just a moment...to
adjust to...savor...her bondage.  The first slap fell loud...sharp...on her
ass.  The second followed very quickly...and the next...and the
next...until she lost count and could only revel in the sensation.  She was
startled by His hand as He reached around her...plunging between her
legs...pressing...probing...exciting her even more.  He was gone
again...more sounds....what next?  She would think that question
often...now that she couldn't see.  He had slipped the blindfold on
her...quickly...quietly...shutting out the light.  He began winding the
rope around her...trapping each breast...tightening...binding...layers of
sensation...of bondage.  The sudden assault of her breasts by His hands
startled her...caught her off-guard...forcing moans...small cries.  They
stopped as suddenly as they had begun...throbbing pain...want.  "You can
safe-word, you know...or can you?" He forced her mouth open and she felt
the small wooden bar pushed firmly between her teeth...held there...the
straps attached to it fastened snugly at the back of her head...another
layer...no voice...no sight...no movement...Their plaything.

   But, she could hear Them...speaking low to each
other...planning...something....but what?  They moved about...more rustling
noises.  The paddle fell hard across her ass as a mouth fastened on her
nipple...sucking...biting.  She thought she would have to cum then...fought
it...rode it out...managed some control of her desire.  The hand between
her legs was nearly her undoing.  She had not been given permission to
climax...could not ask for it...beg...not even with her eyes.  She knew if
They continued, she would succumb...to the pleasure...the pain...release.
And so did They.  It all stopped...abruptly...leaving her gasping...kips
rocking...moaning behind her gag.  "I think pet wants something, but, since
she's not saying anything, maybe I'm wrong"...chuckling...from both of
Them. "Perhaps a ride, on a fine horse?"

   The horse...oh yes...the horse...lovely horse...she shook her head...up
and down..."Yes Ma'am"....please Sir"...mumbled...through the gag.  They
began re-arranging her...letting her hands down...warmth returning to
them...tingling.  They sat her down for a moment...to catch her
breath...removed the gag...the rope...cool water to sip...still
herself...steel herself....for what would come next...riding the horse.

   There was movement in the room again...the horse being
positioned...centered beneath the hooks.  They each took one of her
hands...guiding...sitting her at one end of it...laying her
back...supporting her still-trembling body.  Her feet...still fastened to
the bar...were drawn up...up...connected to the hooks....a perfect
V...angled slightly toward her head.  Her arms were next...one to each
hook...another B...angled toward her feet.  Lastly, the rope again...wound
around her belly and the horse...securing her...holding her...riding the
horse.

   She heard it first...heard it warm up....His small electric
toy...started at the sound.  It touched her...sudden...biting...her
clit...cunt lips...here thee...like a bee...small stings.  He had moved
quickly...touched each nipple with it...again...again.  She was
moaning...recoiling now as it found it's mark...nowhere to go.  The pain
between her legs came sharply as she was struck with the little whip...hot
on her clit...urging her body to cum.  She realized she heard her own
voice...begging for release...pleading.  "Yes pet".  She wasn't even sure
who had said it.  The orgasm cascaded over her...in her...shook her...went
on...and on.  She heard the sound of it in her throat...gasped for breath
as it crested...rode the wave back in...rode the horse.

   They were stroking her...calming her...bringing her back ...to Them.  He
turned her face to Him.  He had removed His pants...briefs.  "Lick".  She
did.  "Balls".  She took them in her mouth...each in turn...as best she
could...straining.  "Suck".  She put her lips over His cock and drew Him
in...firm...warm...bathing Him with her tongue.  The paddle
landed...hard...jolting...searing.  "Stay in the game"...  her mouth had
stopped.

   She was being tested...being taught.  What either of Them commanded had
to come first...always.  "Focus".  He said that as He pinched Her
nipples...hard enough to bruise her....slapped at them...she was
trying...losing.  The paddle had stopped...mercifully.

   But there was soon another sound...vibrating...she knew it...her body
knew it...immediately.  The tiny, powerful vibrator was placed directly on
her clit...so intense...impossible to resist.  She put all her
focus...energy...to the cock in her mouth.  Her body writhed with
pleasure...climax nearing...hers...His...passion...raw.  She couldn't ask
permission...mouth full of hard cock...sucking...tasting it in the back of
her throat.  She couldn't stop this time...control lost...intense waves of
pleasure...crashing over her.  "Cum pet, cum for me"...blessed permission.
Her body arched with her climax...trying to lose herself in it...trying to
bring Him with her.  She felt His cock...knew He was nearing His
climax...she
sucked...spasmed....groaned...licked...shaking...swallowing...lost herself
in it.  She felt her back as it arched...the heat racing from her cunt in
all directions...she came...and came...violently....riding the horse.

   She barely realized They were removing most of her bonds...barely felt
the hands that helped her dismount....barely felt her feet being
guided...to sit...at Mistress' feet.

   So, this was her story...written...sent to Him for His approval.  She
wondered how much of it He would follow on His visit...wondered if He might
edit it when He arrived...and edit it He could.  He, himself , was an
author....wrote stories of His own...creative...provocative.  He had made
the horse and she found herself
thinking....imagining....responding....getting back on the horse.
   ........annie