Melissa rode like the wind, her long blond hair flowing behind her like a pennant. She gripped the galloping horse with her muscular legs, every movement of the horse flowing up into her body. Melissa's strong hands held the reins securely but gently; there was no need for force. She felt at one with the animal. Melissa always loved riding her stallion, Star, but her ride today was extraordinary.
Star was a strong horse with a strong spirit and there was often a battle of wills between them but this afternoon she bent him to her will. Melissa had been able to buy Star for a low price because nobody else wanted him. He would not permit himself to be ridden. Melissa first approached him gently, with loving strokes, soft words and snacks of apples. She also utilized a severe bit that she had chosen for its selective ability to inflict pain. She used deliberate movements of the reins to hurt him when she wanted to punish bad behavior or gentle, painless movements when he did what she wanted. Melissa used her whip with discretion, but forcefully, when she needed to correct Star's behavior. It had taken a long time but this afternoon her patience and determination were rewarded. She physically felt the moment he submitted to her. There was a subtle shift in the way he moved under her, almost a welcoming acceptance of her mastery. He seemed to finally understand that they were a team but that she was in charge. She exulted in the fact that she had mastered this powerful male horse using her will power and determination. It felt right, the way it should be. This afternoon Melissa barely had to touch Star with her crop for him to know what she wanted him to do. Riding him today reminded her of having the only kind of sex she liked, sex with a very responsive man, one who did what she wanted, when she wanted.
The ride over, Melissa removed Star's saddle, blanket, bit and reins. He drank water and ate as she brushed him down and ran her hands over him lovingly. She murmured to him, as she would to a lover, "You gave yourself to me today. You're really mine now and I take care of what's mine". She didn't plan to but as she stroked his belly her hands continued down, lower down. She reached down and touched his massive penis. It moved, responding to her attention. This was the first time she had done this. She knew it was kind of pervy to play with her horse's cock but she was 'in a zone' where it felt okay. Star reached his head around and nibbled her neck with his lips, encouraging her. His penis got huge, extending out of its sheath. She squatted so she could use both hands to pull and knead his enormous cock. She felt his body tense as the moment came. Jets of white cum sprayed out, spreading over the floor of the barn and spattering on Melissa. She continued kneading his massive cock as it jetted out white, sticky sperm. Star made grunting sounds that she had never heard him make before as his orgasm continued. Finally, he was done. His massive penis withdrew into his body. Melissa hugged his face, stroking him as she laughed and cried. Star nuzzled her in return.
Melissa sat heavily on a nearby bench. She wiped off her face and just sat there, breathing deeply and rapidly. She had just had mastered her horse and then had sex with him, sort of, and part of her thought "You should be ashamed of yourself" but she wasn't. It had been a blast! Melissa was 26 years old, tall and lithe with attractive features. Her blue-green eyes were captivating; men would often stare into them for a moment before realizing what they were doing and look away, embarrassed at staring at her. Most men would then do a quick scan of the rest of her, usually pausing at her bosom and her hips. They always seemed to like what they saw. She had had a few serious boyfriends but nothing had lasted. Melissa knew what was expected of her: she was supposed to be spirited and adventurous but ultimately submissive to the man. In the rural, conservative area where she lived all the subtle messages around her told her that but ... it didn't feel right. She had tried to do what she thought she was supposed to but, damn it, she wanted to be in charge! She knew
that was what
she
needed but she was scared to acknowledge it. She was scared of the labels people might pin on her: bitch, domme, dominatrix, man hater. Melissa didn't hate men; she wanted to be with them. She wanted a man to love but she wanted him to know his place. Like Star knew his.
Just then Aaron came into the barn, wheeling a wheelbarrow loaded with two bales of hay. The muscles and veins of his forearms bulged as he handled the weight easily. He had been working hard; his T shirt was wet with his sweat, revealing the muscles of his back and shoulders. Aaron had served in the army in the Middle East for 4 years. Now he worked at the riding club part time to help pay his expenses while he went to community college. He was 24 years old and had long admired Melissa from afar. Aaron was infatuated with Melissa but he was shy and didn't know how to approach her. He was in awe of her beauty and the way she carried herself, afraid she would laugh at him if he asked her out. Melissa was aware of his interest but hadn't paid much attention to him until now. Coming off her encounter with Star, Melissa was in a raunchy mood. She wanted to see how far she could get Aaron to go for her.
"Hi Aaron"
"Hi Melissa, did you have a good ride?"
"Oh yeah, it was great. Would you help me for a minute?"
"Sure, what do you need?"
"Could you be a dear and help me with my boots."
Aaron was taken aback by this request but ... it came from Melissa! She was paying attention to him!
Aaron wasn't sure what to do but he knelt awkwardly in front of Melissa, in the straw on the floor of the barn.
She slowly extended one foot, keeping the other on the floor. Aaron pulled on the heel of her boot, holding back on her knee with his other hand until the boot slowly slid off her foot. As her boot came off he moved the hand on her knee until it was supporting her ankle. He held her ankle a little longer than necessary, squeezing it a little more than he should have. Melissa raised her other foot but was momentarily unsure where to put the foot that now had just a sock on it. She didn't want to put it on the dirty barn floor. Aaron saw the problem and solved it by putting her foot on his thigh. He slowly removed her other boot and held her foot in his hand, looking at her. She softly instructed him
"Take the socks off"
Aaron peeled back her sock, put that foot on his thigh and stripped the other. As he held her naked foot Melissa hoarsely whispered
"Kiss my foot"
Aaron' heart was pounding. This was so much, so fast. Not only was Melissa talking to him but she had asked him to touch her, to strip her feet,
to kiss her feet!
He wasn't particularly attracted to women's feet but this was different. It didn't matter to him that they were sweaty. They actually didn't smell bad; they had the aroma of fresh perspiration and boot leather. The important thing was that they were
Melissa's
feet and
she
had just asked him to kiss them.
Aaron bent over and tentatively kissed her ankle, her heel, the sole of her foot, her toes. Melissa encouraged him.
"Yeah, that's good, that's my boy, Oh, that's very good ..."
He worked his tongue between each toe, alternating between sucking and licking, ending with her great toe.
As Aaron was kissing her foot Melissa felt a tremendous stirring in her groin. She gasped as his tongue licked between her toes and sucked on her big toe and unconsciously put her hand on her sex. Although he wasn't looking at her Aaron certainly knew that Melissa was getting off on his licking her foot, especially his licking her between her toes. Her excitement became his excitement. Melissa saw his cock grow hard, bulging obviously under his pants. She slowly extended her other foot and massaged his cock through his pants, squeezing his penis with her toes. It became hard for Aaron to stay focused on her feet while she played with his cock. Aaron had had lap dances in a strip club that he sometimes went to with the guys. This was similar but so much better because it was Melissa doing it. She stopped her 'massage' before he came and languidly lifted the foot that a moment before had been stroking him until he almost shot his load.
"Now do this one."
Melissa was delighted. She had asked Aaron to do some pretty over the top things and he had obeyed her every instruction and then some. Instantly. He was putting his all into pleasing her and Wow! He was doing a good job!
Aaron put her first foot, wet with his saliva, on his thigh and gave her second foot the same loving attention as he had given her first. Melissa noticed a crop that she had left on the bench. She picked it up and gently struck his back, just hard enough that he knew it was there. It wasn't necessary; it was obvious that he was in her thrall but she liked the symbolism. Aaron seemed to like it too. He lavished even more attention on the second foot than he had on the first. On a whim Melissa reached down to Aaron's crotch with the crop and very gently tapped his cock with the leather whip. He squirmed with pleasure as he continued with his work.
Melissa hadn't known that her feet could be so sexily sensitive. Aaron's licking and probing with his tongue sent shivers up her spine and tingles into her pussy. It thrilled Aaron when he did something that Melissa especially liked. He felt her pleasure in his body, almost like he was experiencing it himself.
As Aaron was pleasuring her feet Melissa had visions of him in various positions of helplessness. In her mind she saw him tightly bound in rope, his arms outstretched, his cock standing at attention as she prepared to whip him. She imagined him with his hands cuffed behind him following her as she led him on a leash. She saw ... so many possibilities! Melissa didn't have a lot of actual experience with submissive men but she knew that she wanted to control her men. She wanted to tie her men, to spank them, to have them at her mercy and she felt that Aaron had a great deal of potential. He would be a great catch. She had him hooked. Now she had to reel him in.
