The Dominant Cowboy

by Johnathan Bishop

  Billy smiled as he came up the ladder. She followed his orders so far, but he wondered if she would object to other things. That was one of the things that they would have to discuss before long. Right now he just wanted to get her used to obeying his orders and enjoying the pain and pleasure he could provide her.

  "Very good Amanda, I'm pleased to see you follow orders exactly" Billy walked towards her stopping directly in front of her.

  Amanda wanted to look up at him, but didn't want to risk upsetting him. The only thing Amanda could see in her line of vision was a pair of black leather chaps. She glanced down and saw spurs on his boots. She couldn't imagine what he would be doing with spurs on. Her heart started beating faster. She could just see the gold trim on the spurs. She prayed he would not use them on her. He walked away from her and she could hear the spurs jingling. She took a hard swallow.

  She saw him pick up a pigeon rope, and a dogging bat. He walked back in front of her. Gently he stroked her hair.

  "Put your hands out in front of you wrist together"

  When Amanda put her hands together in front of her, he took the pigeon rope, and bound her wrist together much like they do the cattle when they have roping contest. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled up, bringing her to her feet.

  "If at any time you need to stop, I want you to say Red, is this understood?"

  "Yes Sir" Amanda's heart was pounding fast in her chest, almost as if a hummingbird had taken flight there.

  Billy tugged her hair to get her walking. He led her over to the saddle again, just as he had the first time.

  "I'm going to do a few different things to you tonight. Nothing that will harm you. Remember your colors and give them to me at any time."

  "Yes Sir"

  Still leading her by her hair, he laid her across the saddle, face down with her hands still roped together in front of her. He stroked a hand down her naked back. Feeling her soft sigh. He gave her a quick hard smack on her ass, and then walked over to the wall where he had several crops and straps hanging. He grabbed his favorite crop that had then end like a whip, left a nice little red stripe, but not a lot of pain afterwards. He also grabbed a paddle, and a strap. He'd start out with his hand and see how she reacted. Work up to the strap and crop. He stepped up behind her, pulling her legs apart and binding them to the eyelet's set in the stand for that purpose. He admired the way she looked draped over the saddle. Her already wet pussy lips gleaming in the light. Her smooth calves and thighs tense and waiting for the first smack. He wanted to prolong her wait just a little more before he started. So he stepped in front of her and pulling her head up by her hair smiled down at her.

  "So Amanda, tell me what types of thoughts you had while you played with yourself this week? And did you ever forget yourself and cum while you played?

  "Umm, well Sir. A lot of the time when I was playing, I would picture myself over your lap. You would have my hands tied much like they are tonight, in front of me. You would spread my legs wide and sometimes tease my clit; laughing to yourself at how wet I would be already. Then you would start to smack my ass usually with your hand first. When it was pink, you would switch to something else. Sometimes it was a paddle; sometimes it was a belt. I've never felt either one on my bottom, well maybe when I was a young girl, but not in a long time. Then you would turn my bottom a nice shade of red. And I'd be wiggling in your lap from both the pain and the pleasure. Then I would be almost ready to cum, and I'd stop. When I would be thinking about all of this, I would be playing with myself."

  "Well, I think I may be able to make some of that a reality for you. You didn't answer my second question though."

  "Only once did I forget and cum while I was playing Sir." Amanda whispered this, she felt bad for not following his orders too not cum.

  "Don't look so sad little one. I'm still proud of you. You've done a very good job so far." He stroked her hair. He walked back behind her, and gave her smacked her bottom repeatedly. Billy then picked up the paddle, this was just a small round paddle, and he shifted his position a little and let the first hit land solidly on the center of her bottom.

  "Oh" Amanda cried out but said nothing more.

  Again Billy smacked her bottom, this time getting into a little bit of a rhythm alternating between once side and the other. Her skin was now turning a light red color.

  "Color?"

  "Green"

  Billy switched from the paddle to the strap. He knew this would sting, so he kept the full strength out of his swing. He didn't want to harm her or frighten her.

  Billy gave her several smacks with the belt. Amanda said nothing just wiggled her bottom a little.

  He increased the swing a little. Again several smack.

  "Yellow" Amanda hissed out the last stroke.

  "Good Girl"

  Billy eased off again, but continued to use the strap. Amanda's bottom was now a very bright red. He picked up the crop, and brought it down on the center of her bottom. So the edge landed against her anus. He started off softly, and then increased the swing.

  "Yellow" Amanda had tears in her voice.

  "You've done very well. I'm very pleased. We aren't done yet though. Can you handle some more?"

  "Yes Sir"

  Billy undid the fasteners on her legs, and pulled her back so she was standing but still leaning forward on the saddle.

  "Don't move" Billy walked away from her, and then came back a moment later.

  Billy pulled her legs back a little farther, then gently spreading her ass cheeks he took his index finger, which he had lubricated and inserted it into her anus. He felt her instantly tighten.

  "Relax, concentrate on the feeling not the sensations"

  Amanda tried to do as he requested. She forced herself to relax, and after a moment or two she started to feel the pressure building between her legs. She could feel the moisture on her pussy lips, knowing Billy had to be able to see it. After a few minutes of stroking her anus with his finger, Billy inserted a small butt plug. He knew he would have to slowly get her used to this. He pushed the plug in fully, and then lightly smacked her bottom. He could see her muscles clenching and unclenching around the plug with each smack.

  He glanced down and saw she was very wet, he wondered how quickly she would beg to cum at this point. He ran his hand down her leg, and then back up. He reached between her legs, and gently opened her lips a little wider; finding that little nub he knew would put her over the edge. He brushed his finger over her clit he watched her shudder. A smile spread over his face. He knew she was close. He rubbed a little harder, concentrating on the center of her clit. Moments later Amanda were begging in a strangled voice to cum.

  "Please, Sir, please let me cum. Please Sir."

  "Now" he rubbed her clit fast, feeling her juices slide down his hand, the sweet smell rising up to greet him.

  Amanda came hard, breathing in uneven breaths she whispered "Thank You Sir."

  Grabbing a handful of her hair he forced her down to her knees.

  "Turn around."

  Amanda turned so she was facing him again. Still breathing a little heavy, but feeling more relaxed than she had all week.

  "You've done very well so far little one. I'm very pleased. I know the plug in your anus is a little uncomfortable, but that is preparing you for something that will happen shortly. Rest for a moment, I need to do a few things for the last part of this lesson. "

  Amanda stayed where she was, feeling a little overwhelmed. She never imagined she could feel this way. What she thought getting spanked and paddled would feel like didn't match reality at all. She liked the reality much better. She glanced cautiously to where Billy was across the room, preparing something. She knew she would still feel the soreness in her bottom tomorrow, but that was OK. That would be her reminder that she was a submissive.

  Billy walked back to stand in front of her again. He reached down and grabbed her left breast. Pulling on the nipple, squeezing the nipple, making it hard. He pu
t a clamp on her nipple tightening it a little, until he heard her hiss out a breath. He repeated the procedure for her right breast. When the clamps were on, he attached a chain to the clamps, and tugged to make sure it was secure. Amanda winced, but remained silent.

  Billy reached down and grabbing her still bound wrist walked her over to a chair, He pushed her forward so she was braced on her arms. He wiggled the butt plug back and forth making her moan taking it out slowly. He stepped between her legs and slowly and carefully entered her anus with his throbbing cock. Amanda moaned. Billy grabbed her hair, pulling her head back and slowly started to stroke in and out of her anus. She could feel the leather of his chaps rubbing against the back of her legs, feel the pressure of him sliding in and out, the more he stroked, the faster he got. Soon he was fighting his own orgasm, and then with a slap on her ass, he exploded inside of her. He held himself there for a moment, and then slowly slid out of her.

  "Kneel"

  Amanda were thankful for the chance to get off of her feet, as she wasn't sure she could stand any longer. Billy went and cleaned himself up, then walked back over to Amanda, undid her wrist, and pulled her to her feet. He gathered her close, and just held her for a moment.

  "How do you feel?"

  "A little dazed, but generally good Sir."

  "Are you feeling well enough to drive home?"

  "Yes Sir, it isn't that far, and I'm sure I can make it home safely."

  "I want you to phone me when you get home, just let my phone ring twice then hang up. I'll give you a call later tomorrow to check on you."

  "Yes Sir."

  Chapter 03

  Amanda called Billy when she returned home then prepared for bed. She was feeling very satisfied and a little sore but it was a good feeling.

  She climbed into bed and fell into a deep sleep that was riddled with unusual dreams, when she woke up the next morning she felt the need to orgasm very intensely. She pushed her feelings away and got ready for her day. She went to work, went about her day and every so often thoughts of what happened would sneak in and brings out a big smile on her face. If anyone noticed the change in her attitude they didn't say anything.

  Amanda arrived home to find a message on her answering machine. She knew it wasn't her mother as she had just spoken with her. She pushed the play button and was surprised to hear Billy's voice leaving her a message.

  "Amanda, this is Billy. I forgot to mention to you last night that I'm having a group of friends over on Saturday night. They are all in the lifestyle, and we get together once in a while for play parties. I know you are new to this and if you choose not to participate in this I will understand. If you could call me and let me know what you would like to do that would be good. I'll be back here at the house after nine p.m."

  Amanda stood looking at the machine as if it had sprouted horns.

  Play party? Doing what they did in front of others? She didn't know if she could do it. She decided to fix some dinner and do some serious thinking.

  While she nibbled on her dinner she thought about being spanked and touched in public. If it was only Billy touching her she thought she could do it. If someone else were to do something she didn't know how she would react. She decided to wait and talk to Billy and see what he had to say about it. She did some laundry and talked to her friend Becca online for a few minutes. She didn't tell Becca about Billys invitation yet. This was something she wanted to keep to herself for now.

  A little after nine she called Billy to talk to him about Saturday. She smiled when he answered, the rich timber of his voice calming her.

  "Hi, Billy, its Amanda. I'm calling about Saturday night. I have a few questions."

  "Hi Amanda, I'd be concerned if you didn't have some questions. Go ahead and ask away."

  "Well, if I do come on Saturday will I have to let anyone else touch me?"

  "No, we can specify that you are not available for anyone else to play with. At least for now. You may change your mind in time about it. ,"

  "Thank you Sir. That makes me feel better. How many people are going to be there?"

  "I think there will be about six couples if that. I still have two that haven't responded yet."

  "OK," taking a deep breath and a quick thought about Saturday," I'll be there. Is there anything special that I need to do?"

  "Just wear something really sexy, no underwear, heels if you have them too please, and thigh high stockings are allowed."

  "Yes Sir,"

  "Then I will see you Saturday at seven p.m. Good night,"

  "Yes Sir, good night"

  Amanda hung up the phone, and wandered into her bedroom, mentally running through her wardrobe trying to determine if she had anything suitable to wear. She walked to her closet and started sorting through her clothes. Rejecting the plain clothes she owned. It was too late to go shopping tonight, but tomorrow after work she’d go shopping.

  The next day at work she could barely contain her excitement. It had been too long since she had bought herself anything new. And the outfit she had to purchase for Saturday had to be really special. Finally her workday was over; she headed straight to the mall. She wanted to stop in the leather shop first. She found a leather mini skirt that barely covered her butt, and a strapless leather top that left little to the imagination. She went to the dressing room to try them on. Feeling a little naughty to be buying something so provocative, she stepped out into the main room to look in the three-sided mirror they had there. The young sales guys jaw visibly dropped open when she stepped out. She walked over to the mirror, looking this way and that to make sure it was what she wanted.

  “That, that outfit looks really good on you," the young man said from behind her. She smiled in the mirror at him.

  “Thank you, it’s perfect for what I need," she headed back to the dressing room quickly changing back into her work clothes. She paid for her outfit and walked out of the store, the young man just watched her as she left. Smiling to herself she headed to the shoe store next. She decided on a pair of black pumps that were a little higher than she normally would wear but were very comfortable.

  Driving home, Amanda realized she was happier than she had been in a long while. Submitting to Billy was helping her to be more relaxed and happy. She tried not to think too much about Saturday, she was nervous, as she wasn’t sure what would happen with other people around. When she got home she fixed herself a light meal then went to soak in a bubble bath. She slipped into the fragrant bubbles, and sighed with contentment. She grabbed her razor, and shaved making sure she had her legs silky smooth. Before she left on Saturday she would shave again just to be sure.

  The rest of the week went by quickly. On Saturday morning, Amanda got up and did her chores, then decided to splurge on going to the hair salon. She called and made an appointment just to have her hair braided. She knew that would eat up a little time and help make her more presentable for Billy. That was the one goal Amanda had in mind was to make her presentable for Billy.

  She took her time getting to her hair appointment, and then relaxed as she let them do her hair.

  “So you have a date tonight Amanda? It’s been a while since we’ve seen you in here?" Nan asked as she started washing Amanda’s hair.

  “Yes, and I just wanted my hair out of the way and something different than in a ponytail.”

  “Okay, I’ll make sure it looks good then”

  Amanda smiled and closed her eyes. It always relaxed her to have someone else do her hair for her.

  A half-hour later, Amanda walked out of the salon, her hair falling in a braid down her back. She went home and decided to take a bath and relax, and fix herself something light to eat. She was starting to get really nervous about tonight. She was so afraid of making a mistake, or saying something she shouldn’t. She almost called Billy and told him she wasn’t going to come after all, but she couldn’t bring herself to cancel her plans.

  After putting on some light makeup, Amanda got dressed in her new outfit. Sh
e checked herself in the mirror and hoped that this is what Billy had in mind.

  Amanda made the short drive to Billy’s house and pulled into the yard. There were no other cars there yet, she took a few deep breaths and climbed out of the car. Her hands were slick with sweat, and her heart was pounding in her ears. Amanda said a quick prayer that when she saw Billy; she would calm down again.

  She walked to the door and rang the bell. Still taking deep breaths to calm herself she waited impatiently for Billy to answer the door. When Billy opened the door she held her breath, she had never seen him in anything other than work shirts and jeans. Now he stood in front of her in all black. Tight snug fitting jeans that molded to his lean hips and buttocks, a black shirt and a black leather vest.