Hello you naughty girls and boys!
There is a special facility which caters to the equestrian woman. Actually I can think of two places worthy of mention; maybe three. In the future I will be sharing more insights about the fun and activities which take place there. But for now, by way of brief introduction, I thought we might look in on an evening's training for one special slave. Tonight is his first night of saddle practice.
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He was escorted to the stable not long after dinner. He had been informed that afternoon that he would be required to meet with Lady Hotchkiss and that further training would be involved.
While it wasn't stated explicitly, and he certainly knew better than to ask impertinent questions, it felt as though he may have been requested by name. Though if so, he had no idea why and couldn't decide if such a request would likely be a good or bad thing for him. It really didn't matter much.
"You will go through this door. There are several lights on. You will find Lady Hotchkiss at this end of the stable. She may be in the tack room which will be on your right."
It was a house servant, Samuel, who spoke; the man who had escorted him here to the stables. He had been prepared for a female escort, but it seemed this was too trivial to require such. Perhaps it was because none other had a desire to go down to the stables tonight.
When the servant left to return to the house, he couldn't help thinking of Samuel as a bear in hibernation. He was a big healthy man and appeared docile, as any man who served here, but there was this undeniable feeling that if he was provoked or the occasion called for it, he could turn fierce and brutal in an instant with the strength to back up his actions.
As Samuel disappeared into the darkness, he turned to the door and made his way inside. There were indeed several lights on, but only at this end of the large stable. The middle and far end were shrouded in darkness. A harsh light came from the doorway of the tack room, but here in the main hallway the lighting was softer, as it gently made its way down to the dirt floor.
Most of the stalls on this end were empty, but he knew there were still a large number of horses within this building. This stable, one of several on the expansive property, was the only one he had been inside; even so he couldn't claim to be entirely familiar with the layout and all the nooks and crannies.
As he approached the tack room, a voice called out to him.
"You must be Sebastian. I'll be right out."
He stopped and waited. Well she knew his name, and more than that she had called him by it. Requested or not she knew who he was. And it was nice to hear his name spoken aloud.
She stepped out into the warm glow with a glow of her own. She wore brown cowboy boots, fairly plain in design, but surely quite expensive. Above that she wore nothing except the brown cowboy hat on her head. A chocolate brown with a simple band, out from which came her brown hair gathered at her neck and in a loose pony tail, hanging down the top third of her back.
Her skin was a very nice tan, healthy and vibrant and suggesting a soft smoothness of caramel to match the coloring. Her breasts were very well shaped. Not large and hanging, but standing proud. The nipples were a little larger than silver dollar size, and they too were standing proud, though it seemed they could stand taller if truly aroused. Letting his gaze fall again he noticed the heart of her womanhood. It was perfect. Not shaved, but well trimmed; like a soft pelt which acted as a cloak to comfort her.
He couldn't help but notice during his stay that most of the woman here were very beautiful, and this lady was no exception, unless perhaps she was exceptionally beautiful. He couldn't deny the joy in being so close to such an attractive naked body.
"It's nice to be appreciated, but you had better learn to keep your eyes down if you want to save yourself the whip."
Almost like a lash itself, the comment brought him back to the present and he immediately bowed his head.
"I'm sorry my lady."
"You are forgiven. Now you may look up while we talk but you will look at me with the utmost respect. And if I suspect your mind is wandering or I catch you staring to satisfy your own pleasure, I will remind you of your place and you will be staring at your feet. Understood?"
"Yes my lady. Thank you my lady."
As he looked up she was standing in front of him, legs shoulder width apart, hands on her hips, almost daring him it seemed. His gaze continued up the flat of her toned stomach, and through the valley between her breasts, up her neck and onto her lovely face.
Her face too was quite beautiful and he began to feel guilty even looking there. She wore little makeup and yet to great effect. Her lips had a soft copper and bronze tint. Her cheeks only lightly blushed, and her deep brown eyes had a dark, smoky look with a bit of mauve. It was a color hard to describe.
For a moment he blinked and look down before returning his gaze to her, fearful he had been staring too long in that short span of time. Every bit of her was beautiful but he didn't want his admiration to be viewed as self-serving lust or he would surely be punished.
"As long as you behave you needn't be scared of me. I want a loyal dog, not a panicky rabbit."
Of course the dog comment could be seen as condescending and harsh, but he felt as if she could have cared about him; at least a little. He had no intention of getting in trouble, but she was nicer than other women he had encountered here. It was almost as if they had a friendly relationship.
She regarded him for a moment as if she was deciding to say something, and then choose not to. Then she turned and began to walk away.
"Follow me."
He did so, and now to no great surprise, he was able to see that the beauty of her backside matched the rest of her body perfectly. There was just a little sway and the slightest bounce. He forced himself to raise his gaze up her back and watch the sway of her hair instead. And even that was satisfying.
After a short distance she turned and stepped inside one of the empty stalls. The smell of straw and barn wood was stronger here. It was a simple affair with the basic appointments of a feed bucket near the doorway, a water bucket in the corner, and a tie ring on the wall near the back. But the most obvious item in the stall was a single large-sized bale of hay in the middle of the floor.
"Over here and stand still."
She then went over to the hay bale and kicked it lightly with the toe of her boot.
"This is a hay bale, as I trust you are aware, but for the time being we shall pretend it is my horse."
So saying, she walked around it once and then put a leg over and sat down upon it. Even on a simple hay bale, she looked regal.
"Now this is me and this is my horse. What is missing?"
He was unsure what she meant. Of course her clothes were missing as they had been since he first saw her, but he doubted that had anything to do with her inquiry.
She looked at him and raised an eyebrow.
"What is missing?"
He knew he needed an answer and quickly. He took her as she was and concentrated on the hay bale as a horse. If she rode as bare as she was, and maybe she did, then she wasn't missing anything. Picturing the bale as the horse, what else did she need?
"You need a saddle?"
She cocked her head slightly and he realized his mistake.
"I believe my lady needs a saddle."
"Correct you are. I need a saddle. I am going riding tomorrow and I will need a saddle.
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