You pull the leash that is attached to the collar around my neck. I cannot help but follow you; not that it occurred to me to resist. Resistance, I had long realised, is futile. We are outside the cottage that we rented for the weekend. It is a warm and sunny day and I am only wearing a pair of leather boots and a rubber hood.
You walk me around for a while, as if I were a prize on display for an audience in ringside seats. An imaginary audience it has to be for now although I'm sure you would like a real one.
You pull me into a shed in the yard and you point with your whip at a saddle hanging by a string from a hook in the wall.
"Take it down, bitch" you say. "Put it on the floor."
I reach up and pull the string off the hook. I put the saddle on the floor and you pat me on the cheek with a gloved hand.
"Good bitch. Now, get down on all four and keep still."
I obey. You pick up the saddle and place it on my back. Then you fasten it around my belly with a leather strap. It is a bit heavy but I know there is more to come. You pick up a bridle from an old chest by the wall and fasten it in my mouth and around my head.
You straddle me and sit in the saddle. It has very short stirrups and you put your feet in them. The spurs on your leather boots touch my sides. Then you bring up your whip and lash my exposed butt cheek. I lurch forward but you bring me to with a pull on the reins. You steer me outside and onto the grass. My cock is rock hard - as a precaution I always swallow two blue pills before each play. I could not bear to disappoint you.
You ride me in a circle around the yard. We are hidden behind a high wooden fence and the place is a fair distance from the neighbouring cottages. You pull on the reins and get off me. You walk behind me and push my thighs apart. "Spread them, my little bitch."
I obey and you pull a bottle of oil from the saddle bag. It feels good when you pour it over my arse and then you stick a buttplug in the hole. It hurts a bit and I move slightly away. I am rewarded with a lash of the whip.
You walk in front of me and squat. The pee trickles from your pussy and after a while, a powerful jet hits the grass in front of me. You are wearing your crotchless leather riding pants and riding boots. When you've finished, you put your right hand under my chin.
"Lick me clean, bitch."
You come right up to me and bury my face in your shaven crotch. I do as I am told and lick you and I can feel you starting to gyrate but you are in control and pull away. You walk behind me again and reach under me until you grab my swollen cock. It needs to be relieved but I know you will not allow that to happen yet.
