If you are reading this in hopes for a stroke story, I am sorry to disappoint you.
There is very little sexual interaction and a lot of plot development that will make the subsequent chapters flow.
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The next morning I awoke in absolute pain. I could not find Alex. I grabbed the crutches and hobbled to the dresser. I pulled on an aqua-colored tee-shit. I wrapped a pair of plain black satin panties and matching bra into my shorts. I threw them into the bathroom. I tossed a few of the pillows towards the couch. I went to the bathroom and got dressed. 'I can do this by myself,' I thought. I got dressed and hobbled to the end table where the Doctor left the pain pills, poured a glass of water and sat down to watch television. I fixed the pillows, and slowly drifted back to sleep.
I awoke to Alex gently shaking my shoulder. "Time to go to the doctor. I see you were able to get dressed by yourself. You are a determined one aren't you?"
Half asleep, I stuttered, "I told you I would be fine by myself. I just need to think before I do things."
"Let's see you get yourself something to eat or need to make an emergency exit by yourself? I would feel much better if you were with me."
"Let's not start that argument again. Let's see what the good doctor has to say," I said with resolve.
We made our way to Alex's car. I don't think I could have climbed into my truck in this shape anyways. The ride to the Doctor's Office was quiet. I was grateful for not having to hear about how I should move in with him. I just wish the news from Doctor Meghan was as good. I had broken the Fibula and I had torn one of the ligaments. I was going to be out of commission for at least ten weeks until the ligament fully healed. To add to the already bad news I could expect my Achilles Tendon to shrink some, which in the world of riding is very bad. It would take months if not a full year for all of my muscles, tendons and ligaments to be back to normal.
The Doc gave me the option of what color cast I wanted. Great, I can still make a decision. I chose the bright red. More pain pills and just what I did not want to hear; I needed to stay off my ankle, as in not doing anything other than going to the doctors for the next two weeks, absolutely no going to the barn.
Once again, I found myself back to the same argument. If I went home, I would have to find another doctor and try to manage by myself. On the other hand, I could stay with Alex and remain under Doctor Meghan's care. I sincerely liked her; she was gentle and kind. Martin was going to be leaving with Jezzy soon, so I had to make a decision.
Driving back to the hotel I was kicking myself squarely in the ass. I had caved. My personal convictions of going home to recover had faded. I was going to become a 'house guest' of Alex's for the next ten weeks. Jill knew that I was going to stay before I did. That was an easy phone call. The next call was to my boss.
I explained that I was going to get my lap top and start working out of a friend's house down here. I normally worked from home, so changing my location was no big deal. I just was not going to be able to attend my normal weekly meetings for the next three weeks. As usual, my boss was okay with that. I was very lucky in that regard.
I begged Alex to stop by the barn. I needed to see Jezzy and Jill. He reluctantly agreed, making me promise to be careful. Careful, yeah. I tripped on a towel and broke my ankle, but I can try. When I hobbled into the barn, Jill came running up to me, yelling at me for being there.
"Relax, Jill. I am only here to see that Jezzy is okay, and show her that I am okay." As I drew closer to Jezzy's stall, she looked out with a mouthful of hay and whinnied at me. She had missed me. Just was it as much as I missed her? How was I going to watch Jezzy be ridden by Alex? Was I going to be able to sit back and watch? This was going to kill me. At least if Jill was riding her, she would feel more at ease, and in some ways so would I.
I sat on a bail of hay talking to Jill when Alex returned. He walked up to me and tossed me the keys to a golf cart. At all the shows I have been to, I never once entertained the idea of renting one. Not only did they cost too much, but I felt the exercise was good for me. After all, the most I walked at a three or four day show was ten miles. The gesture was sweet and considerate. So much so that I agreed to ride around and watch Jill and Alex's afternoon classes.
"He did that to you, didn't he? He tied you up and broke your leg? I tried to tell you he was sick, but no, you couldn't listen to me. Well now look at you. Six weeks before you can ride again? The show season will be done by the time you can ride again. I hope you are going home and leaving this sadistic freak." The words from Samantha cut through the hay and sweet feed aroma like a knife in warm butter. Her tone was condescending and very loud. I just stared at her, wondering what exactly made her tick; she was definitely unique.
"No. Actually I tripped on a towel on the slippery marble bathroom floor. I managed this dumb move all by myself. And not that it is any of your business, but Alex has been nothing but nice and supportive. He has been so supportive, in fact, that I am going to be staying with him for a few weeks till I can manage by myself. And to further add insult to injury Alex may be showing Jezzy in my place against
you
!" There I thought to myself, I will show that jealous witch. Why am I finding myself defending Alex? A few moments ago I was really thinking about going back home. It must be the pain pills, they have my brain all jumbled up.
Samantha turned on her heels and left in as much of a fury as she could. I swear I saw smoke coming from her shoes. Maybe she really was a witch, just a very pretty one. I know she said something about ropes and being tied-up, but not Alex. He enjoys my touch and claw marks while we are making love. It is getting time for Jill to ride Matrix; I just hope he behaves for her.
I hobbled to my golf cart and let Jill and Alex ride down in front of me. I remembered the other reasons I hated golf carts: they can spook a horse. Gingerly I figured out the pressure I needed from my left foot to stop and start. I quickly discovered that this was fun; no, it did not go that fast, but it was still fun. At five miles per hour in an open cart, the wind can start to whip through your hair and flies still hurt when they hit your collar bone.
I parked near Arena 3 to watch Jill and Alex ride. Martin, Jill's husband, quickly joined me. "I thought you went home already…"
"No, I wanted to see Jill ride." Our conversation quickly turned to Alex and me. He gently warned me that maybe things were going too fast and I should slow down. Unfortunately, this leg has put me into a situation that prohibits that from happening. I knew he was sincere, but I had boxed myself into a corner. I told him the newness of the relationship should not wear off in a few weeks. By then I will be able to move around and I can come home if I need to. I was touched by his concern. We sat in silence as Jill then Alex rode.
Both rides were okay, nothing spectacular. Matrix thought the flower box in front of the judge at C was going to eat him, but Jill, the professional that she was, coaxed him passed it. Rubi saw Matrix not like the flowers and thought that mimicking him was a good idea. Except Rubi slightly reared and turned in defiance. Alex just could not get him to go all the way down. Jill beat Alex, but did not win the class. That is okay; both horses are young and with time, they will both become amazing.
I gave Martin a ride back up to the barn in my 'Speed Racer'; I think from now on I will rent a golf cart. Back up to the barns there was a lot to be done. Alex was leaving in the morning and Jill was going tonight. I was of little help, so I sat and wrapped up polos for Jill. (Polo wraps are big soft cotton Ace bandages, meant to give support to a horse's leg.) Jill and Martin loaded up all the equipment and feed that we had brought. All that was left was Matrix. Poor Jezzy! She was just looking out of her stall with a look on her face that said, 'Why am I not going, too?' I tried to comfort her, but I knew being alone in her stall without Matrix was going to be hard.
I drove over to Alex's barn and saw that most of his neighbors where leaving out. I asked if it was possible to place Jezzy in-between two of his horses, just so she had company. That was not a problem for him, he would move Rubi and place her between two of his students' horses. I thanked him and started to drive back around. Samantha flagged me down. 'Great, what does she want?' I thought to myself.
"Do you mind if we talk? I know I have had some serious outbursts, but that man boils my blood and I really do like you and I do not want to see you get hurt," Samantha said in a friendly tone.
"Okay, but I want you to know that I am not totally comfortable with the idea of moving in with him. In the last few days he has at times taken a very dominant, almost forceful approach with me. So I am very curious as to what you have to say." I returned the kindness, I can be nice.
"Have you ever heard of BDSM?"
"Yeah. Those are those sick people that believe pain is necessary to achieve a satisfying climax," I said, with a hint of curiosity and disgust in my voice.
"Right, but there is far more to that world then pain. It also involves a Dominant/submissive relationship. Alex is very much a Dom, or as he likes to call himself, the 'stallion'; you will become, if you allow him, the 'filly'. When you get to his house be very careful; he has two or three rooms that are always locked. He has the largest assortment of riding crops, dressage whips, and lounge whips I have ever seen in a house, in the 'Exercise Room'.
"Just please be careful. I am surprised he chose you. You strike me as a very strong-willed person and not the submissive type. On the plus side you will receive sexual pleasure like you have never known, but at a physical and mental price. Just please be very careful." She said all of this while looking over her shoulder the whole time.
I wanted to ask her so many more questions but all she did was hand me her phone number and left. I was not sure what I was getting myself into. This was all so new and very scary to me. Thankfully, I could still go home. If I could just figure out how to load Jezzy up and drive home. Maybe what Samantha was talking about was in the past with Alex, not the present or in this case, my future.
I must have been in my own little world when Jill came up to me and said that they were leaving. I hugged her and said I would call later. Keep in touch and we will see each other later. I said bye to Matrix, and had tears streaming down my cheeks as they pulled away.
"Hey, they will be back. I asked Jill to come down and help me get accustom to Jezzy and some of her quirks. She will be back here next week. In addition, at some point we are going to have to get you home to get clothes and take care of things at your house. It will be okay, I don't bite. Well, not too hard," Alex said to me, in that soothing, comforting tone. He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a deep, 'wanting you now' kiss. I wanted to ask him about what Samantha said, but I figured it should wait.
