My name is Cassidy and I'm the maid at the house at the edge of town. You know, the one with the red lantern that all the cowhands and farm boys like to visit and the fine upstanding ladies of the community pretend to ignore.
We got a new girl, Nell, working here. She started last week and set up her room in the strangest way. She doesn't know about me and the peepholes; that I can watch all the girls' rooms without them or the customers knowing.
I watched as she gave away all the pretty pictures, then got a block and tackle from the barn and hung it from the ceiling. She brought in whips and some chains too.
I hadn't ever seen anything like this before and was eager to know what she had in mind. It didn't take long to find out.
When next I looked into that peephole, Nell was with Horace, but everyone called him Horse and I leave it up to you to guess why.
She was wearing nothing but black. Black stockings, black girdle, black leather bra, black garters and a shiny black riding crop was in her hand.
He was naked, with his hands chained together, and held high by a rope attached to the block in the ceiling. His face looked calm, even though he was in this most unusual position. His broad, hairy chest rose and fell with his regular breathing. He was excited as evident by the strong hard-on jutting from between his well-shaped, muscular thighs that trembled ever so slightly.
I had never seen anything like this before and felt a most powerful urge in my groin area. I dropped my skirts to the dusty floor and spread my legs wide. I touched my clit and was surprised at how hard it was. With my other hand I slowly unbuttoned my blouse, freeing my tits from the confining space of my bodice and started to pull at my nipples, first one and then the other. I started to breathe fast, then remembered we all had a ways to go and slowed down.
"Tell me your story, Horse," Nell said, lightly tapping his cock with the end of her crop. "I know you've been a bad boy, and if you tell me, everything, then I'll make you feel better, I promise. She smiled then but there was no gentleness there. Her words were hollow but to poor Horse, who obviously needed to unburden himself, he believed.
He swallowed. "Yes Nell, it's about my cousin."
The crop lashed out and caught him on the thigh. He winched but said nothing. "That's Mistress Nell, to you, and don't you forget it!" she said.
"I'm sorry", he stammered, "I'll remember that." Nell smiled and again tapped his cock with her crop that jerked in an obvious pleasure response. "My cousin has been after me ever since she saw me peeing on a tree last year. I tried staying away from her but I was always busy with farm chores and I was always horny, cause I ain't got a wife and I'm young.
"I told her no, Mistress Nell, but she wouldn't have none of it. I told her it was wrong for cousins to do that but she said it was perfect and nobody would find out and who could ask for a better way out cause we was both horny. She said that we would have to be careful cause she didn't want no babies but she said she knew how to take care of that."
