Crossing the room, she pulled a leather harness and a vibrator from one of the shelves, as well as a large tube of lubricant. She coated the dildo with the clear gel before she slid it into her pussy an inch at a time. By the time the toy was in to the hilt, beads of sweat formed on her brow. She wanted to lie down on the floor and fuck herself to an orgasm, but Andrew would somehow know, and she wasn't about to do anything to upset her master.
After a quick wiggle of her hips to make sure the dildo was firmly in place, Natalie stepped into the harness, and pulled it up her waist, setting the strap between her thighs to hold the toy in place. She made quick work of the many buckles and straps, familiarity making her task easy.
Once she had the fake cock secured deep inside her body, Natalie stepped back up to the suspended horse and mounted. With moments to spare, Natalie had time to reflect on the toy that was buried within her clenching pussy.
Firm, and curved at the tip, it was her favorite dildo. With every breath, the head pressed and rubbed against her sensitive walls. She couldn't help but moan softly and shift, manipulating the cock to press against her g-spot.
Minutes passed, as the leather saddle beneath her ass grew slick from her sweat and her essence. Gripping the pommel, Natalie squirmed and wiggled; trying to find relief, which she knew wasn't available to her. The dildo nestled deep within her was designed to make her aware of every nerve-ending in her pussy. It was intended to increase her sexual frustration, to heighten her pleasure - and Andrew's. Only with the swinging motions of the horse would she achieve orgasm.
Gazing at herself in the wall of mirrors was another form of sensual torture that Andrew demanded. She could see her nipples standing out hard and proud from her chest, tiny silver rings dangling from the tips. Her skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat. The ropes holding the horse in place creaked as Natalie shifted again.
A faint breeze stirred the air as Andrew opened the barn door, announcing his presence.
"Been waiting long?" he drawled.
"No Sir. I was mounted and ready at three." Keeping her gaze focused on her reflection in the mirror, Natalie fought the urge to squirm again.
The long curved vibrator pressed directly on her g-spot, and she craved to succumb to the gushing orgasm it could bring.
She could hear Andrew's steps behind her as he crossed the room and settled into his chair. Natalie knew it wouldn't be long now. She heard the flick of the switch in the stillness of the room, and had a moment to draw a deep breath before the motor started manipulating the ropes in the pulleys.
As the horse bucked back and forth, grinding the pommel against the base of the harness, Natalie gripped the saddle horn tight. Digging the arches of her feet firmly in the stirrups, she tightened her thigh muscles and held on for the ride.
The smooth leather beneath her ass rubbed her inner thighs and butt-cheeks as she shifted backward. On the back swing, she shifted forward.
Faster and faster the horse rocked, until Natalie couldn't control her reactions any more. Moaning and arching against the pommel, she drove the cock as far into her quivering pussy as the harness allowed and climaxed deliciously. She loved climaxing this way, the rocking motions of invention almost a mirror for the gate of a real horse. The only difference was, with a flick of a switch, Andrew could vary the speed, and withhold her orgasm for hours if he chose. The fact that he had allowed her to come so quickly meant he had other plans in mind. She shivered in delicious curiosity as to what those plans were, but knew better than to ask.
The motions of Andrew's invention slowed, until it only swayed slightly.
"Did you like that?"
"Yes, Sir," Natalie whispered, her breath coming in gasps. What she really wanted was another ride, this time with him joining her, and his cock buried in her pussy.
"Dismount." The slow drawl of his voice was gone, replaced by clipped forcefulness. Andrew was a country boy at heart, but he was also a very dominant man.
Legs shaking, Natalie slid from the horse and stood waiting. Bracing herself with a hand on the damp leather, she turned to face her husband. His damp, curly hair, clean jeans and flannel shirt made it obvious he had stopped for a shower after tending to the fence in the east pasture. He had pulled on his clean boots, which lacked the mud and manure that clung to his work boots.
"Come over here, and bring a paddle with you."
Mind racing, Natalie tried to think of what she had done to deserve punishment. Walking across the room as fast as her legs would carry her, Natalie quickly selected his favorite paddle and presented herself to Andrew. Dropping to her knees, she laid her head on his inner thigh and waited, the paddle clutched in her hands.
He smelled of sandalwood soap and leather, of sex and cologne.
Inhaling deeply, Natalie resisted her desire to nuzzle her nose in his crotch. She loved to bury her face in the tiny curls of hair around the base of his cock after he had showered.
"Climb up here," he demanded, patting his thighs. Her legs less shaky, Natalie stood at Andrew's side. After handing him the paddle, she bent over at the waist, and let him guide her into position over his thighs.
"I want you to know something, Natalie. I love you, but you deserve a paddling. You left the door open on the chicken pen, and we lost several good hens. So be a good girl, take your punishment, and we can move on to the real reason we're out here."
The paddle smacked against her damp flesh.
Yelping softly, she relaxed her body, eager for the next swat. Again the paddle smacked her tingling flesh.
She knew she had made a mistake and deserved punishment. While she enjoyed the paddle's sting, she knew that every time she sat down over the next day would be a reminder for her to double check the pens.
Another smack came, this one harder than the last. Natalie winced slightly at the sting, even as her pussy clenched around the dildo.
Again and again Andrew rained blows on her tender ass, until they melted into in a continuous blur of euphoric sensations. Each instinctive jerk of her body twitched the harness, shifting the cock that was still strapped within her.
Lost in the slow build of her second orgasm, Natalie at first didn't notice the paddle had stopped falling.
"I think that's enough for now. You should be nice and tender for a while."
Natalie wanted to wail 'no', to demand that he swat her a few more times.
Her pussy was already gripping spasmodically around the dildo. Just a few more swats would send her over the edge.
She knew better than to beg for more. This was Andrew's domain, and in here, she did as she was told. She also knew any more swats might make a gentle reminder a painful one, so he truly had stopped for her.
"Stand up."
Legs weak, Natalie complied. Andrew smoothly stood, his toned body rippling with the motion. His flannel shirt pulled tight against his corded muscles. Natalie felt her legs waver as always, watching his movements.
"Remove your harness darlin', and bend over and grab the arms of the chair."
The smooth drawl she loved so much was back, melting her a little more inside. When she had first met Andrew, his voice was so smooth that she had nearly creamed her pants with their first conversation. Nothing had changed in the five years since.
With shaking hands, she worked to remove the harness. She was always surprised that it took longer to strip off the harness than it took to buckle it into place. As the dildo slid free from her weeping pussy lips, Natalie shuddered and almost collapsed into a puddle on the hardwood floor. Her clit throbbed, aching for contact.
Resisting the urge to finger herself to another orgasm, Natalie bent over and gripped the arms of Andrew's chair so tightly her knuckles turned white.
"Relax." Andrew stroked a finger gently up and down her spine. His callused hands moved over her tense muscles and relaxed her.
Slipping his fingers down to her ass-cheeks, he gently parted the globes and slid a fingertip into her crack. He teased around her sensi
tive nether hole, making her scream silently in her mind for the penetration. As if he heard her thoughts, he pressed a finger on her hungry orifice, past the gripping muscles. Pushing firmly, he worked his finger and slid it all the way in, stretching her tight rosebud.
"Relax," he drawled again.
Natalie's head fell forward and she turned slightly so she could see almost everything Andrew was doing in the mirrors. She felt empty as he removed his finger from her anus. She watched in the mirror as he bent forward and picked up the tube of lubricant from the floor.
Popping the top, he pressed the tip against her puckered hole and squeezed.
The cool liquid trickled into her hole and coated her crack. Recapping the tube, he tossed it aside and reached behind his back and pulled something from the back pocket of his pants. Natalie almost whimpered as she saw the size of the butt-plug in his hand. Natalie found it odd looking, with the tuft of long horsehair attached to the base.
Pressing it firmly against her ass-bud, Andrew twisted the plug as her muscles stretched and then gave way, the flared base lodging tightly against her anus.
"On your hands and knees," he ordered.
Natalie tried to gracefully drop to the ground, but the sensation of the large plug nestled in her ass caused her to twitch and shudder along the way. As she settled herself, she felt the tail brush against the back of her thighs. "Tell me what you're feeling baby. Let me know how much you love being touched, my hands stroking along your flank."
At first she opened her mouth to respond, but as he stroked his hands over her back and along her thighs, she realized just what Andrew was asking for. He'd been having her read pony-play erotica on the internet, and from all of their role-playing before, she had pleased him the most when she stayed true to character. Trying to mimic the sounds of their horses, she tossed her head back and neighed.
"Good girl." Andrew's praise encouraged her work harder to imitate what she had never before tried. Shifting her hips, Natalie tried to prance slightly, without being told. Around his chair she circled, showing off her sleek lines.
After her fourth turn, Andrew reached out a restraining hand. Gripping her hair tightly, he pulled her head back. "Shhhh girl. It's ok baby. Stand still."
Natalie trembled as his hands stroked down her spine, along her side and around to the mound of her mons.
"You’re such a nice filly. Someone has been taking very good care of you, haven't they?"
Andrew stood and moved around behind her. He held her still with just a finger thrust into her creamy heat. Natalie could hear the sound of his zipper being undone behind her. Pretending nervousness, she shifted from side to side, whinnying softly and nodding her head back.
"Shhh girl. Shhhh. No one's going to hurt you. Just relax. That's a good girl." Andrew kept up a steady stream of soft-spoken words as he moved her tail to the side, pressed his cock against her pussy lips, and thrust.
"Oh yeah, such a good filly."
Natalie clenched her pussy tight as Andrew withdrew and thrust in again, deeply. His hands gripped her hips, holding her still for his assault.
She wanted to beg him, to go harder, to fuck her senseless, but she also didn't want to lose her role in their game.
Neighing louder, she hoped to convey her demands. Tossing her hair, she arched her back and gripped his cock tighter.
One of Andrew's hands left her hips and tangled in her hair, pulling her head back farther. "You like that, little filly?"
Natalie neighed as she pushed back into the curve of his groin.
"You like being ridden rough?" His fingers dug tighter into her hip as he pulled her head back. Leaning down, Andrew bit the side of her neck as he slammed into her pussy, covering her as a stallion would a mare. He savaged her willing flesh, taking her with an unexplored animalistic passion.
Natalie knew she would sport some bruises in the morning, but didn't care.
Her body screamed for more, lost within a maelstrom of passion. Her voice hoarse from neighing so much, she whispered Andrew's name softly, her body convulsing in orgasm.
Quivering, she felt Andrew pounding into her pussy, until with one last thrust he collapsed against her back, pushing them both to the hardwood floor.
Natalie struggled to regain her breath as her body hummed. Feeling completely drained and lethargic, she couldn't summon the energy to roll over when Andrew flopped to his side next to her.
His hand stroked down her back to her ass, where he grabbed the base and gently removed the plug.
"I love you, baby," he drawled, his voice husky. Tenderly, he placed soft kisses along her back and still rosy ass-cheeks.
"I love you too, Master."
"As much as I would love to lay here all night kissing and caressing you, I think we are in need of a shower." Andrew stood and helped Natalie up, then swept her into his arms.
"Thank you," she whispered. She nestled her head in the crook of his neck as he carried her out the barn door. "I love you too, Andrew."
"My pleasure darlin'. You did well, very well. There are some more things I want to try out, real soon."
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ALL ABOUT TRUST
As time passed, Melissa found her mind wandering. Gregory had blindfolded her earlier, and asked her to wait on him. She wasn’t about to move and risk upsetting him. Which was how she found herself laying on her bed, her hands tied together and positioned over her heads, with nothing to do but think. Just like her lover had planned.
Gregory had proposed the night before, and as much as she loved him, as much as she cherished him in her life, she wasn’t certain if she could take that last step – and trust him with their future. It was one thing to trust him with her body, but the knowledge of how quickly relationships could sour made her hesitate. She knew that hurt him, but he had taken it in stride.
At least she had thought so, until he had bound her hands, blindfolded her, and asked her to think about their relationship, and where she saw them going – if anywhere.
Unable to think about her future without considering how she had gotten to the present, she found herself reflecting on how things started in high school. She had been lucky with her pick of men; they had all been relatively good guys. But therein lay part of the problem--they were all too good.
Yet, as much as she had dreamed of a certain type of bad boy, she hadn’t dared risk the heartache that such a man could bring. She had seen it too frequently in her mom’s own failed relationships. Time after time, she had opened herself up, and suffered for it. Some of the men had simply been unable to commit; others were users and abusers.
College hadn’t been much better for Melissa. There was Aaron, whose idea of kinky had been to watch her strip for him, Scott who couldn’t handle the idea of tying her up, let alone dominating her, and Patrick, sweet adorable Patrick, who had a submissive streak of his own. All nice, good guys. The kind of man she should have leaped on after the experiences of her childhood, but something had always been missing, and she knew it.
Three years out in the ‘real world’ after college hadn’t yielded much better results. Until a chance meeting, thanks to a mutual friend, had introduced her to Gregory. The man she loved. The man who she wasn’t certain she could marry.
Jerked from her memories at the sound of the bedroom door opening, Melissa started trembling. Time was up.
She felt the bed dip as Gregory joined her, the subtle scent of his cologne deliciously mixing with the night air.
“Did you miss me?” His hands slid slowly up her hip. Melissa trembled at the touch, her body instantly primed and ready to go off, despite the turmoil of her thoughts. She knew it would be a while before he would be ready to let her.
“Yes,” she whispered, licking her dry lips.
Gregory leaned down and kissed her, his tongue gliding along the seam of her lips, further moistening them. Shifting restlessly, she parted her legs further, as her clit throbbed. The clamp around it caused a rush of moisture to pool under her hi
ps.
Gregory’s smooth hands cupped her breasts, fingers pinching her nipples as she lay passive beneath him, knowing to arch into his touch would displease him, and after the hurt of last night, she didn’t want to do anything else that would upset him. Even if it was something so simple as moving without his permission.
He had only asked her to lay still and to think, it really wasn’t so much.
“Are you all wet for me Melissa?”
“Yes.”
“You’re not lying to me, are you?”
“No Gregory,” she responded, aching for him to doubt her. As she felt the warm, dry touch of his fingertip trailing around her stomach, she held her breath. It could go either way--either he would allow her the small glide of his fingers inside her pussy, which experience had taught her would only ignite her need, or he would take her word for it and tease and torment her in others ways.
Either way, it was going to be a while before he let her orgasm.
“You’re sure you’re not lying to me?” His fingertip brushed along the tiny auburn patch of hair he allowed her to keep on her mound. Her lips had to be smoothly shaven each morning, ready for his oral attention at any time. She didn’t want to ever risk giving him whisker burn. Gregory had shown the same care each time he took her to bed, making sure to rid himself of his thick whiskers any time even a hint of them started to show.
But that one patch of hair, so long as it was kept neatly trimmed at no longer than an inch, she kept. And Gregory let her, knowing she liked to trail her fingers through it before she manipulated the tiny bud of her clit.
He liked it too, using it as a favored caressing spot as he teased her having discovered just how sensitive the skin beneath it was.
“I swear Gregory, I’m not lying.” She had before though, when he told her to. It had earned her an ass-spanking that fired her senses just thinking about it. But this time he hadn’t made that demand.
He heaved a wearied sign, and she could picture she sparkle in his brown eyes as he slid his finger down further, flicking it over her engorged clit, before slipping between her lips. Pumping the one digit into her core, he stroked the slick inner walls of her pussy, increasing her need a notch before pulling back.
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