When the blindfold came off my face I had a little trouble focusing on my surroundings. Being strapped to the horse oriented my head toward the floor and I wasn't sure if I should look up or not. In front of me I could see a pair of high heeled, black leather boots covering Mistress K's legs as far up as my current view allowed. The leather was soft and supple looking, not shiny, more like a leather jacket type material.
"Well slave do you wish to look only at my feet?" Came the voice from above.
I moved my head back slowly following the legs up past the knees, the leather still encasing them softly all the way to mid thigh. Her legs were very long and rather slender. Where the boots stopped mid-thigh a pair of black fishnet stockings continued from underneath. The flesh showing through was very white and smooth in contrast to the stockings. Looking up still further I saw the stockings disappear under a pair of tight black leather shorts. The shorts were of the same leather as the boots and very short indeed, just coming down far enough to cover her crotch and only going up to just below her navel. Her midsection was uncovered and again I noticed how fine and white her skin was. She was wearing a sort of leather tank top type garment. It was cut very low over her breasts, had a strap over each shoulder and laced up the front tightly. I could see that in order for her to remove it she would definitely have to undo the laces. It was very tight. Her arms, held in front of her, playing with a black leather riding crop were incased in soft black leather gloves that ended just past her elbows.
My eyes moved over her breasts, appreciating the soft glow of her skin and the nice view of cleavage. She had a nice slender neck and a beautiful face. Her lips were very sensuous, full, red lipstick covered, made for kissing or pouting. She had high cheekbones and a finely sloped nose. Here eyes were beautiful pools of soft brown with an intense soft-lighted quality. Her eyebrows were finely plucked and her blond hair was pulled back in a severe bun. Finishing off her "look" was a pair of earrings. They were five silver balls hanging down in a column. The bottom ball was the largest (about the size of a small marble) and each one in succession getting smaller closer to her ears. She stood with her legs apart and her hands flexing the riding crop smiling down at me. The long black crop flexing in her hands was very much like her, tall, slender, flowing and with a certain strength. Kind of a whiplash power. In a word she was beautiful and I felt my cock respond to that thought.
"Well slave have you had a good look?" she spoke softly with a large dose of sarcasm. "Return you eyes to the ground. You can only look at me when I give you permission. I can see from the reaction in your cock what you are thinking." She said this last bit with a certain hint of pride that her beauty had this affect on me. " Now slave," She continued, "We will begin in earnest. If we are going too fast you may slow things down by saying the word yellow. If we are giving you more then you can stand you may stop things totally by saying the word red. Do you understand?"
I nodded in she had me repeat the words and meanings before going on. She also asked me about whether having marks on my body for several days was a problem. She explained that some of the things she would do could leave marks or bruises for several days. I didn't think that was a problem for me as long as they weren't in places clothing wouldn't cover.
She nodded and began speaking, "As I told you earlier I run my sessions like I would any business dealing. The more you sacrifice and risk the greater pleasures you will get. From your reaction to my beauty I will set your first goal for you. If you do well with your next challenge I will perhaps let you see more of my body. Does that interest you?"
"Yes Mistress," I managed to reply. My cock giving further proof of my interest.
She smiled and moved around behind me. "Very well we will begin."
I sensed her movements behind me and wondered what she was preparing for me. I felt her hand run over my ass. Softly caressing both cheeks. She gave a little push on the butt plug as her hand moved over my crack and down in-between my thighs. Her leather fist circled my balls giving them a sharp squeeze and then passed onto my stiff cock. Circling it and slowly pumping it several times. It throbbed in her hand, pulsing with my need for release. Her hand moved away and there was a kind of pause. I felt something fall onto my ass and a searing pain shot from my ass seeming to go right through my spine and to my brain. It was repeated on the other side with the same affect. The breath shot out of my lungs with a whoosh and I moaned softly.
"Very nice slave. I am drawing a letter on each cheek of your ass. Can you guess what letter I am branding you with?"
Another drop of what I had figured out to be wax from a candle, fell on my right and left cheeks in succession causing me to strain against the bonds holding me to the horse.
"If you answer quickly and correctly you will be rewarded. If your answer is wrong and late you will be further punished. Quick what letter?"
