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Jule and Caballito
It was her 18th birthday, a day that Jule had been looking forward to for a long time: now she was finally grown up! Her parents wanted to give her a very special treat, they knew how much she liked going to the riding courses, but now the training was over.
On her birthday table, however, there was everything a rider needed, and of good quality. First there were the black, knee-high riding boots made of fine leather, right next to them were silver-colored spurs, such as the grown-ups often used. This surprised her somewhat, because such spurs were not allowed to be used by the students in riding lessons, nor were the long riding whips. Such a thing was also taboo for the exercise horses ... but it was still beautiful to see them lying there next to the boots.
There was also the necessary bridle and a saddle, which seemed a bit small to her. Of course, there were also stirrups, which were attached to the side of the saddle and could easily be adjusted to the leg length of the rider. This went even after she was in the saddle. Jule immediately thought that this was also particularly important for the use of the spurs, because these should also prod "the horse" in the right places, otherwise they would be pointless when riding!
So now Jule was standing in front of all these wonderful things with big, shining eyes, had gently stroked them with her hands ... but then she thought with melancholy that the riding course was over and that she was certainly a good rider by now, but First of all, having your own horse was out of the question! But she knew her parents, she was convinced that they hadn't given her all these wonderful things without a reason, without an ulterior motive.
Then her mother spoke up: "I can see that we made you very happy with our presents for your birthday, and of course we're happy about that, because we thought about it for a long time! Nevertheless, of course you hesitate a bit and imagine it Question: 'What should I do with all these riding utensils, I don't have a horse!'” The parents now both looked at Jule with a friendly smile, and the daughter, who was really happy about her gifts, nodded wordlessly, but somehow happily Expectation, because she had the certain feeling: there's more to come, the surprises aren't over yet!
"I don't want to keep you in suspense any longer! We've found someone who enjoys being ridden, even happy to be your horse! His name is Caballito and he has always wanted this! He's a two-legged horse, of course, but he doesn't want you to be considerate of that, like being overly careful with him! He is just your riding horse and nothing more, wants to be treated like that too!”
Jule was now a bit thoughtful, looked at her presents again. The saddle was a bit smaller, and the bridle with the snaffle was probably intended for a smaller horse. But if she looked at the riding crop, with the firm grip and a braided leather plait on top, you could tame a stallion with that! Then she looked again at the almost dangerous-looking spurs! Every rider who had these on his riding boots also had power over his horse! She could not imagine that once these instruments were used well, there would be much resistance!
Jule had once carried one of the easy riders on her shoulders for fun in riding lessons, and she had also been a rider a few times, just as the young ladies occasionally did among themselves. But of course that never lasted long, then the students were quickly out of breath. However, they also had a boy in the lesson, who was always very popular as a "little horse", because he was of course stronger and could stand his rider longer. When Jule sat on his shoulders again and he then crouched down exhausted, "Please get off, I can't do it anymore!", then she would have liked to ride him a little longer, thought maybe with a whip ... but that was it yes, all just funny games that were fun for everyone! At that moment she remembered! She would have been tempted to try it, to see if the boy just didn't feel like wearing the amazone, or if there wasn't something that would work after all...
So Jule was pretty sure from the first moment: as soon as Caballito was saddled and she would sit on his shoulders, a proud rider, with the reins in her left hand and the supple riding crop in her right, she would soon forget that her horse was one of only two legs! Of course, she was particularly curious how Caballito would react to the spurs, because of course they were part of it.
"Of course I rode your new little horse myself beforehand to test him!", her mother said in a firm, matter-of-fact tone, "He needs a firm hand and then you have..."
"I saw it myself, Jule, your mother didn't exactly touch him gently, but I think your Caballito needs that too!" the father spoke up.
"... and, as your father already said, he needs rigor and consistency!
If he gets tired and then becomes lazy and sluggish, then his rider must never give in! You have a whip and I have chosen very effective spurs for you! This will keep him moving, even when he gets tired! I tried it myself and he quickly became good again and walks really well under saddle! You just mustn't give in, then you've got a good horse with him that you'll have a lot of fun with!"
Then the family walked together towards the stables, where Father carried, with a certain "Wonneschauer", Jules new riding paraphernalia. The mother walked next to the young ladyrider, then the gate to the stable was opened expectantly... and there he was, tied to a stile, his head slightly bowed: Caballito, Jules new riding horse!
I hope, dear Caballito, you like this little story! It's a gift for you!
Greetings from Max
It is a beautiful story.
There are more than 40 years difference between the young lady Jules and the "Caballito" (translated from Spanish to English "Caballito" is Little Horse), even Jules's mom is younger than "Caballito".
I am the gift of the beautiful Jules and for me it is a gift to be ridden by her and her mother.
Likewise, for a young male horse who reaches legal age (due to the years he has completed or by rule of the competent authority), it is a gift to be ridden in public by a beautiful rider of legal age, to feel the sweet weight of her on top, to feel the caresses of her whip and her spurs; pleasures only the day before were forbidden to him.
Being of legal age allows you to be ridden in public by legal age women, she can be your aunt (your mother's sister or your father's sister), your sister-in-law (your brother's wife, you can be ridden by your wife's sister after get married or maybe before, who knows!, there are those who are first ridden by his sister-in-law and then by his wife), your sister, your female cousin, your niece, your lady friends, etc.
Jules always rides on her father's shoulders since she was little, it's no secret to anyone, all the daughters do it, she even has priority over her mother who gives her the horse (dad). Of course Jules doesn't whip and spur his father, I think, because that pleasure is for other horses.
A son also does it, but only until a certain age does he and/or his father stop doing it, this is not a secret to us because we all know it.
What "Wonneschauer" means?
frisson of ecstasy?
thrills of ecstasy?
I'd like to know this.
I know exactly what it is, but I can't really explain it off the top of my head! I have also felt it myself at times ... let's just ask the chatbot! I'm sure he's competent in such important matters:
"The word "Wonneschauer" is made up of two parts: "Wonne" and "Schauer". It is a literary and rather poetic word that describes a particular emotion or experience.
"Delight": The word "delight" means joy, bliss or delight. It describes an intense and positive feeling of joy or well-being.
"Shower": A shower is a brief, intense moment or impulse of feeling or sensation. It is usually associated with intense and sudden emotions such as fear, goosebumps or even joy.
Together, this gives the meaning of "shower of delight" as a sudden, intense moment of happiness or impulse of joy that sends a pleasant feeling through one's body or evokes a positive sensation. It can be a romantic situation, a beautiful experience of nature or a touching moment that evokes strong joy and happiness."
I hope the translation is OK!
So, Jule's dad was super excited as he carried the items his daughter will use to ride "Caballito" (saddle with stirrups, bridle with bit and reins, knee-high riding boots, spurs and riding crop). .
Why was Jule's dad filled with joy while he was carrying the riding gear? Maybe old memories or maybe new experiences?
Our dads were our first horses, so were our uncles, granddads, older brothers, older cousins, and our family's friends.
Later, ladies of our early age continued to ride, expanding their herds, while men became horses.
Ladies continued to ride their relatives and their family's friends, adding their classmates, teachers, classmates's dads.
Let's not forget boys' beautiful moms and girls' beautiful moms are also Goddesses, Riding Goddesses, and they ride teachers and other dads. Later Riding Goddesses will ride students when these horses are old enough to be ridden by legal age ladies (in the meantime, these horses are ridden by ladies who are not legal age).
This is the reason Jule's dad is so excited, he is a horse like "Caballito", and with his wife's approval he is doing a lot of merits with Sabine's parents so they choose him as Sabine's horse when soon she turn 18 years old.
He fervently wants to be officially or formally shown in public as Sabine's first horse, privately he is, he wants to be the first horse Sabine puts the bit in his mouth, she straps the bridles to his head, she puts the saddle on his body (over his shoulders and over his back), she cinches the saddle tightly on his body, she rides comfortably on top of his saddle, she inserts the reins into his bridles, she steers drive using the reins, she sinks her spurs into his flesh, she cuts his flesh using the crop or whip, and he bleeds because Sabine uses her spurs and whip on him.
I don't want to have a fight with this extremely attractive woman, it could end badly! But... I think she can ride well and also hard! So... it has its charm to get into her "clutches"!
She won at the end of the fight https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xcs0drrie7c
However, you would like to be a Harley's horse, wouldn't you?
Because I would like to be a Harley horse (without the horse tail attached to my butt, of course)
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My perspective is not as clear as yours! OK, the Jule I wrote to you about I would also like to enjoy as a rider, even if she is a bit rough with me and has no inhibitions with whips and spurs. That's just the way they are, these young riders, they want to try out everything, they want to know where the limits are and ... if there are any limits at all.
But, you won't believe it, I also like to think of myself as a rider and then I'm not particularly friendly with my two-legged horse! But then it gets complicated, because when I am a rider, I do the things I would "gladly" endure from my Amazon as a riding slave! Understand?
Once you get into this game and it works out, then you can easily write stories from both perspectives, i.e. as a rider or horsewoman and from the position of a stallion or riding slave.
- Daughter, are you ready for the ceremony?
- Yes mom, I have practiced 7 days putting the bit, bridling, saddling and riding Max and others.
- Max is a good horse.
-He is the best.
- Coming of age's party is 7 days after turning 18 years old or obtaining an emancipation sentence, in these 7 days the new adults live at Mistress Beate Muller-Schmalbach's ranch to practice. Girls bridle, saddle and ride men; while boys are bridled, saddled and ridden by women.
- The rooms are comfortable, have wireless internet signal, cable TV and other amenities.
- Do you know how the boys are housed? Mom asked with a teasing smile.
- They didn't tell me.
- What buildings are on Mistress Beate Muller-Schmalbach's ranch?
- The farmhouse and the barn.
- Did yousee boys in the farmhouse?
- No mom.
- What building could the boys be in?
- In the barn.
- Along with the other horses.
- My older brother...
- Yes, your older brother lived 1 week in Mistress Beate Muller-Schmalbach's barn. What did you think Max?
-He is a nice guy, a very handsome man and we all wanted to use him as a horse.
-He lives years in Mistress Beate Muller-Schmalbach's ranch.
- Is he the husband or lover of Mrs. Beate Muller-Schmalbach?
- Stay with the doubt.
- I'm not going to answer your question directly, I'll just tell you Max is Mistress Beate Muller-Schmalbach's horse herd's leader.
-As soon as he saw me he submitted to me.
-Maybe he met you at boarding school.
- I didn't see him.
- Did you see Mrs. Beate Muller-Schmalbach's horses?
- She is always bringing them to the boarding school to be ridden, they wear horse masks covering their faces...
- That is, you could not recognize who you rode.
- No mom.
- You could have ridden your dad and not recognize him.
- Yes mom, but my dad could recognize me.
- Mrs. Beate Muller-Schmalbach is clever.
- I know mom.
- Mistress Beate Muller-Schmalbach's horses are blinded by covering their eyes, their horses are deafened by covering their ears, they are isolated.
They feel they are ridden but not by whom, their only contact with the outside world is the weight, the whip, the spurs and the reins of his rider.
They depend 100% on Mistress Beate Muller-Schmalbach and his rider.
- What about Max?
- He is Mistress Beate Muller-Schmalbach's favorite who only allows women to ride him, the music teacher and other men are forbidden to get close to Max.
Last edited by caballito (2023-07-30 13:08:30)
- Max is a good rider and an excellent horse, he performs very well on both banks of the river, he performs well as top and bottom, I learned quickly from him seeing him using horses, and then me using him as a horse, On the second day I was an expert and from the third day I began to train the new ones, both riders and horses.
- He is one who is called "switch" in bdsm, sometimes dominant and sometimes submissive.
- He seems handsome to me.
- You have good taste.
- Early on the first day he brought me 2 experienced human horses, he gave me headphones with a microphone, I was able to hear external sounds, he told me horses' headphones do not allow human horses to hear external sounds and they are blindfolded, isolating them.
Then he bridled, saddled and rode one of them while I did it on the other, we rode for about 15 minutes and we dismounted, he made me unsaddle and unbridle my horse and then bridle him and saddle him, I did it several times until he was left satisfied.
Later he taught me to use the microphone and headphones, there is a frequency in which all the horses communicate, I heard everything they talked to each other, he also taught me to change the frequency of the headphones and microphones, so I could talk with the horse to whom I rode, a private conversation not heard by the others outside due to the horses not speaking.
He also taught me to blind and unblind my horses using an interesting mechanism inserted into the bridle.
- Interesting, what else?
- I unblind the horses who, upon seeing me, kissed my boots.
- Did these horses kiss his boots?
- No, these horses kissed only my boots.
- I bridled, saddled and rode men who just turned 18 years old. Then they called for lunch, the girls had lunch in the dining room of the house and the boys had lunch in the barn.
2 hours later we went out again, girls to ride and boys to be ridden
As I bridled, saddled and rode more horses, my experience increased and in my room at night I received a call from Mistress Beate Muller-Schmalbach who congratulated me on my quick learning and said I was ready for my coming of age's. party, then she asked me to help her and I agreed.
From the next day I was an instructor, like Max, I bridled, saddled and rode a lot of guys.
Last night Max came crawling up to me on all fours, he begged me to treat him like a horse, I agreed, if you see him ask him what he felt.
While Max kissed Jule's boots and before Jule put a bite into his mouth, they talked:
- I love your devotion to me.
- You are a good rider, your lady friend Sabine and you are 2 of the best riders who rode me.
- You are one of the horses provided by Mistress Beate Muller-Schmalbach.
- Yes ma'am.
- It amused me, you are much older than me and you called me ma'am.
- You and the other ladies are my superiors.
- Good Guy.
- I noticed recent boys of legal age are blindfolded when being ridden.
- They are at an initial level or basic level, they would refuse to be ridden by another male, for this reason we cover their eyes, to protect the male rider.
- Are they being deceived?
- Noooo! Before starting the training we tell them: our riders will prepare you and ride you, we do not tell them the sex of our riders.
Jule commanded Max, Max opened his mouth while he was kneeling before Jule, she inserted the cold morsel into his mouth.
- Bite the bite! He obeyed her.
She tied a bridle on his head.
- Now the bridle is tightly tied on your head, you don't need to keep having the bit inside your mouth, but I'm not going to remove it because I like to see you submissive at my disposal, drooling over me and not speaking because animals don't speak.
Jule saddled Max, she stepped on one of the stirrups, jumped and landed on the saddle, once on top of him Jule inserted the reins and eye blinder into the bridles, then put headphones (with microphone) over his ears , finally she put horse mask on Max's face.
- Can you hear me?
- Yes Mistress.
- You can't talk to others but you can talk to me.
Max felt the lash on her back, he obeyed, standing up, Max felt the spurs on both thighs, he began to walk.
Max increased his speed each time he felt a whiplash on his back or spurs on both thighs.
Max slowed him down every time he felt both reins pulling his head back.
Max went to the left side every time he felt the left rein pulling on his head, or his rider dug her right spur into his right thigh.
Max went to the right side every time he felt the right rein pulling on his head, or his rider dug her left spur into his left thigh.
The meaning of both spurs sinking into both thighs is often confused, sometimes it is moving forward or increasing speed, but other times it is slowing down or stopping, so it is important for rider and horse to know each other well.
The eye blinder inserted in the bridle has a monitor, and the horse can see what her rider allows her to see, if she wishes, the monitor can be turned off and her horse sees everything dark.
Jule focused the camera on her
- Are you looking at me?
- Yes Mistress, thank you very much Mistress for allowing me to see you riding me.
Jule then focuses on Sabine riding.
- It's Mrs. Sabine, she...
"She's riding her daddy, darling." Don't you know him?
- No Mistress, sorry Mistress.
-Her dad is a good horse.
- Did you ride him before?
- Of course! My parents agreed, she rides my dad and I ride her dad.
- Sugar daddies?
- Ha ha ha. You went over the board!
She turned off the camera and continued to drive him using reins, whip, and spurs.
You have given me an inspiration of what happens on a ride under the divine Jule! I'll write a little story about it, but I'll slip into another thread for a moment, give it its own heading ... but then I'll be back! I'll call the story: "Jule and the old stallion".
Thank you Max.
You wrote an excellent narrative; please keep writing your story.
Caballito (Litle Horse)
From this moment on, a multiverse was created, Max's narration and my narration, and the emergence of other parallel realities such as the spiderverse is possible.
Max is totally dependent on Jule.
If Jule wishes she isolates Max, and if she wishes she will allow Max to see and hear what she allows him.
Sitting on Max's saddle, with the camera on, she inserted it over Max's horse mask, at eye level with her. Then she spoke into the microphone.
- Can you see?
- Yes Mistress.
- The camera is on, it will turn off when I want it to or when the battery runs out.
- Yes Mistress.
- I just want to admire the landscape, you know these fields better than me, you walk to the best places to admire while I ride you.
Max obeyed her.
- Most of the horses are old men, there are those who are just legal age who are preparing to be ridden at their coming of age's party, but I have seen the majority are men of 40 years old, 60 years old and even 80 years old or older. They are the horses bridled, saddled and ridden by new young lady riders.
- These horses are never lacking, there are always plenty of them, for this reason the ladies who are recently of legal age are riding many horses daily.
- Old horses.
- These old horses, as you call them, voluntarily come to Mistress Beate Muller-Schmalbach's ranch to be ridden by the new riders, and they pay to be ridden, I even saw you riding many of them.
- Until exhaustion, I bridled and saddled several of them, I grabbed the reins of all of them and rode one of them until it collapsed, then I rode the other and others, on the way I left the horses collapsed.
- Fortunately you didn't kill anyone, we have nursing ladies, each with 3 nursing technicians, riding a technician, she arrives where the fallen horse is and dismounts, she checks the vital signs of the fallen horse, then the fallen horse kisses the lady nurse's boots, the fallen horse is carried on a stretcher, he is lying down and lady nurse rides on him.
In the ranch's infirmary, the patient receives a serum through the vein and he rests, the lady nurse sits on top of him while she evaluates him.
- Now that you have just come of legal age, you can only ride horses your same age or older than you in public, as the years go by you can ride horses younger than you as long as they are of legal age.
- They teach well at the boarding school.
- It's true.
- You entered the boarding school when you were 6 years old and you left at 14 years old when you were in 9th grade. year of the third level of studies.
- I was accepted at the university, I am studying psychology for 4 years, I am doing accelerated studies and this year I finished my studies at the university, I am a promotion this year.
Sabine is also a promotion this year, she is studying physical education.
- Would you study the last level in boarding school?
- For what or for whom? For me to ride? I can get my own horses.
- I'm talking with Sabine, maybe we'll end up in boarding school just for fun.
- Sabine and I have always been riding our dads, on Sunday nights or Monday mornings each one rides her dad from home to the boarding school, accompanied by our beautiful mom wearing riding attire and riding a gentleman who is bridled and saddled, our dads meet on the road and we continue to go to the boarding school while our moms talk while each one is riding her human horse.
- You and Sabine are scholarship students.
- Yes, our dads are supposed to have been horses ridden by lady students, lady teachers, moms, secretaries and other ladies administrative workers, and ladies auxiliary workers.
But our moms decided otherwise and these gentlemen replaced our dads by being horses instead of our dads, they are rich businessmen who paid for our scholarships, and as a prize they were our moms' horses
We are at the boarding school from Monday to Friday.
- Keep going.
- On Friday nights or Saturday mornings our parents picked us up.
My mom in casual clothes riding Sabine's bridled and saddled dad and Sabine's mom in casual clothes riding my bridled and saddled dad, each of them grabbing onto the reins of her gentleman.
Seeing each other, they changed horses now riding their gentleman, I rode Sabine's dad and Sabine rode my dad, we drove them drive using reins, while our moms rode their gentleman using reins, whips and spurs.
- Please continue.
- We went for dinner on Friday nights, or we went for breakfast on Saturday mornings.
My mom grabbed Sabine's daddy's reins and her gentleman's reins, Sabine's mom grabbed my dad's reins and her gentleman's reins. Each lady disinserted her 2 horses' bit.
6 sitting in chairs around the table, our 2 moms, our 2 dads, and the 2 of us, Sabine and me.
The 2 gentlemen disappeared because they got under the table, at the feet of our mothers.
We hear kissing sounds on our moms' feet.
"Don't look," was Mom's strict instruction.
We ordered food and those around the table ate.
I thought there were puppies under the table because from time to time mom would throw leftovers or crusts for them to eat.
Finishing eating, the 2 gentlemen crawled out from under the table, our moms rode them on their backs, stepping on the stirrups.
- What models are the saddles?
- They are for riding on shoulders and on a horizontal back.
- Leaving the dining area and entering the cash register, the 2 gentlemen got up, they are no longer on all fours because now they are on their legs and their backs are horizontal for the comfort of our mothers.
Each gentleman gave his card to her rider, she paid for her family's consumption using her horse's card, they continued to leave.
Once in the street each lady rider rode on the shoulders of her horse.
Meanwhile, Sabine rode her dad and I rode my dad. Each of us went to her house. We got home dad and I.
- What about your moms?
- They stayed with their horses to have fun on top of them.
- How is this?
- On Friday nights they went to parties, meetings or ceremonies or went to the beach or went boating, mom came back the next day.
On Saturday mornings they went to the fields or to the pool or to the beach or went boating, mom came back at night.
- This end of the year you will complete university studies.
- Sabine and I chatted with Mistress Beate Muller-Schmalbach.
- We will study the last 2 years at the higher level while we do professional internships, at the end of the first year we get our professional titles.
- Thank you.
- On weekends there are parent-teacher meetings.
- That's how it is.
Like I told you, the 2 rich businessmen replaced our dads in the boarding school horse position. Our parents are not boarding school horses because the 2 gentlemen are in their place.
Our moms go to boarding school wearing riding gear, my mom rides Sabina's dad and Sabina's mom rides my dad.
- In the last 4 years you are not in boarding school, have the rich businessmen disappeared?
- On the contrary! They are increasingly attached to the boots of our moms.
- Did you ride your mom's horse?
- Yes, Sabine too.
Our mothers' horses are authorized to be ridden by us, everything is legal.
Since we entered the boarding school, these 2 gentlemen have been devoted to our mothers. Upon completing 10 years of devotion, our mothers, their slaves and our fathers as witnesses, went to a blacksmith who enabled 2 irons to mark livestock with the initials of our mothers.
Once our mothers were satisfied with the marking iron, they asked the blacksmith to heat the iron red hot.
Once done, Sabine's mom and my mom branded their horses.
Between us, I never saw a mark on their skin, it seems false that our mothers have marked them, this is one of the many urban legends.