Ultimate shoulder rides

The Recovery (8)

She stepped down gracefully, pulled the saddle back with a smooth movement and pointed to the ground with her finger. “Kneel,” she commanded in a firm voice.

The doctor obeyed immediately, lowering his head in submission. She inspected the mount with satisfaction and, with a dominant smile, put the saddle on, cinched it and settled herself on his shoulders.

“That’s how I like it,” she whispered, sliding her legs on either side of her new human steed. “Now, show me that you can carry me gracefully.”

The doctor, feeling the pressure of her thighs and the control of her hands on the reins, struggled to his feet, making sure to keep his balance. She took a firm hold of the reins she had placed earlier and gave him a gentle indication with the whip. “Come on, little doctor… carry me properly.”

And so, with controlled and obedient steps, the doctor began to advance, feeling the weight of his rider and the absolute dominance she exerted over him.

She led the doctor to the room where her husband and godfather are. The husband and godfather watched her in silence, impressed by her dominant presence. She, with a satisfied smile, caressed and scratched the doctor's hair who, with his clothes torn by the punishment of the whip and spurs, remained silent beneath her, breathing heavily, but not daring to protest.

She said: “Honey, don't wait for me to have dinner and don't wait up for me, because I will arrive in the early morning, around 3 in the morning with my horse, the doctor.” She continued: “Honey, I hope you do your job well taking care of my godfather while I am away. And remember, my godfather is mine and only I can sit on him.”

The husband nodded silently, watching his wife with a mixture of admiration and submission. Then he replied in a docile voice: “Yes, love. I will take care of the godfather, but I will not sit on him.”

The godfather, for his part, lowered his gaze with respect and resignation, recognizing the absolute power she had over everyone present.

She smiled with satisfaction, firmly grabbed the doctor's reins and gave the doctor a loud tap with the whip and spurs. “Come on, little doctor, we are not finished yet, we have a long night ahead of us.”

With shaky but obedient steps, staggering a little from exhaustion, the doctor led her out of the room, while her husband and godfather watched her go, knowing that they would not return until dawn, just as she had decreed.

The husband and godfather watched in silence as the blood dripped from the doctor's body, marking a trail on the hospital floor. The blood trail marked the places where she had ridden, as if each step left evidence of her absolute dominance.

The godfather swallowed and thought: She has no limits... and neither will he.

The husband, without taking his eyes off the scene, murmured in a low voice: “No matter how much it hurts, no one can resist being ridden by her.”
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The nurse, who had been watching from a distance, covered her mouth with one hand, feeling a mixture of amazement and fear. She had never seen anything like this, but she could not look away either.

Meanwhile, she, oblivious to everything but her purpose, continued on her way, riding with unwavering confidence, leaving behind her an indelible mark of her dominance.

“Princess,” called the godfather.

The goddaughter stopped for a moment, barely turning her face with an enigmatic smile. “Tell me, godfather.” His tone was sweet, but filled with the same authority that had guided her every step that night.

The godfather swallowed before speaking. “I just wanted to remind you… that you will always have someone here who admires and respects you.”

She gave a small laugh, leaned in slightly, and whispered, “I know, godfather. I always knew that.”

Then, with a tug on the reins, she resumed her march, leaving behind the indelible mark of her presence.

The Recovery (10)

15 minutes after the goddaughter left, unmistakable footsteps and the clacking of spurs were heard approaching. The godson looked at his godfather as if to ask: "Now, what are you going to do?"

The godfather swallowed and looked away, as if he already knew the answer before the question was asked.

The footsteps echoed firmly in the hallway, each clacking of spurs marking the rhythm of an inevitable fate. The godson narrowed his eyes and stared at the door, while his godfather sighed, resigned.

When the silhouette of the rider appeared in the doorway, her figure projected an imposing shadow over the room. With a defiant smile and her hands on her hips, she crossed the threshold with the confidence of someone who knows that everything belongs to her. "Did you miss me?" She asked in a playful tone, advancing with firm steps, the metallic echo of her spurs making it clear who was in control.

She looked at the godson, with her gaze she pointed to the floor next to the godfather's bed, the command was direct.

The godson understood immediately. He lowered his gaze and, without question, knelt on the floor next to the godfather's bed, right where she had indicated with her firm gaze.
The young rider smiled with satisfaction. She approached slowly, her presence dominating the room. Her boots echoed with each step, and the clink of her spurs imposed her authority without the need for words. “That's how I like it” she said in a soft, but powerful voice. Then, without taking her gaze off the godson, she turned her torso elegantly and looked at the godfather. “See, horse? He understands. And you?”

The godfather swallowed, feeling the weight of the situation. She was there, waiting, demanding.

The godson obeyed without resistance. His lips touched the surface of the young rider's boots with devotion, while she watched him with a haughty smile. With light but firm pushes of her boots, she made him lie down on the floor next to the godfather's bed. "That's how it should be" she said in a triumphant tone, looking at both men from her dominant position. "One lying at my feet, the other on the bed, both in their places."

The godfather watched her without saying anything, understanding that the young rider was not asking, but ordering. Her presence filled the room with authority and elegance, and each of her movements reaffirmed her absolute control.

The young rider, with imposing confidence, climbed with both boots on the godson's body, crushing him under her weight. He felt the firmness of her step, her undisputed authority manifested in each step.

Then, in one graceful movement, she lifted one leg and crossed it over the godfather’s body, her boot brushing his torso before settling firmly to one side. Without hesitation, she rode him on his belly, her boots firmly on either side of the defeated male. “That’s how they should be,” she declared with a haughty smile, looking down at both men. “Under me.”

The young rider smiled with satisfaction as she looked down at the godson under her boots and the godfather under her dominance.

“I’m proud of you,” she said to the godfather in her charming but firm tone. “Despite being weak, you carried my horse in a wheelchair to my house, just as I had commanded you.”

Her gaze was intense, enjoying the scene. From her dominant position, she saw the two subdued males, doing her bidding without hesitation.

The young rider said, “I must go home because I have to take exams at school,” then she said to the godson, “I need a horse to ride home.” Then she smiled at him, a captivating smile.

The godson, still on the ground, felt a chill when he saw the smile of the young rider. That charming, imposing and confident smile completely disarmed him.
“I need a horse to ride home,” she repeated sweetly, but with the firmness of someone who knows that her wish will be fulfilled.

Without hesitation, the godson, understanding the young rider’s order, got into a quadruped position, resting his hands and knees on the ground, preparing to be ridden. He kept his back straight and his head slightly bowed as a sign of submission and willingness.

She, with a triumphant smile, gently kissed the godfather’s lips, as a momentary farewell before leaving him. Then, with confident, graceful movements, she gently dismounted him, allowing him to lie back with dignity.

Wasting no time, she turned her attention to her godson, who was still on all fours, completely ready for her. With the mastery of an experienced rider, she placed the bridle and bit on him, adjusting the reins with precision. Then, she placed the saddle on his back, making sure it was secure for the ride.

Finally, with the same grace with which she had dominated the others and the authority that characterized her, she mounted him, settling elegantly into the saddle and stepping into the stirrups. With a slight movement of the reins and a firm touch of her spurs, she motioned for him to move forward, ready to ride him to his destination.

“Carry me well, my faithful steed,” she said, leading him using whip, spurs and reins.

The Recovery (12)

A few minutes earlier, after the doctor had collapsed, the goddaughter went to the health facility to get her husband, but she couldn't find him. She spoke to her godfather: "This doctor is a disappointment, he didn't hold up for long under my weight." The godfather replied: "I'm your horse and you can ride me whenever, however and wherever you want."

The goddaughter smiled with satisfaction upon hearing her godfather's answer. Without wasting any time, she skillfully bridled him, adjusted the saddle and, taking the reins firmly, settled herself on his back. "That's how I like it, godfather. Let's go for a ride before the shift ends," she said, gently digging her spurs into his sides.

The godfather, with absolute obedience, advanced on all fours through the halls of the health facility. The nurse watched them with a mixture of amazement and amusement.

"Remember to bring him back before the shift change," the nurse repeated in an almost mocking tone.

The goddaughter laughed as she made her godfather quicken his pace with a slight movement of the whip.

"Don't worry, I'll have him back... although perhaps with some new marks," she replied mischievously before leaving with her mount.

"He's my horse," said the goddaughter as she scratched her godfather's hair, "mine is at my house, this morning he was discharged and must rest; on the other hand, your horse has not been discharged yet."

The goddaughter laughed confidently, stroking her godfather's head as if He was a well-trained steed. "Don't worry, I know how to take care of my horses," she said in a commanding tone, as she lightly pulled on the reins to make her godfather move in the direction she wanted.

The godfather, docile and submissive, just nodded and waited for his rider's orders.

The goddaughter watched with a satisfied smile as her godfather obeyed each of her commands. Then, she turned her gaze to the young rider, who advanced imposingly, skillfully leading her husband. "Lead him firmly," the goddaughter told her in an authoritative tone.

The young rider nodded, gently digging her spurs into the sides of her human mount and tightening the reins. "I always do," she replied with a triumphant smile, as her horse advanced, feeling the weight of its rider and the absolute dominance she exerted over him.

The goddaughter applied blows of reins, spurs and whip to her godfather, he obeyed without complaint, crawling quickly on all fours as she rode him. The young rider shook her head and said, "I'll talk to her when I can, at this rate he won't be released for a long time."

The goddaughter, still whipping her mount, replied with a defiant smile, "My horse knows what his duty is. If he doesn't resist, then he doesn't deserve to be ridden by me."

The young rider sighed and watched as the godfather, his face covered in sweat and his skin marked by the spurs, continued to advance obediently. "Don't forget that horses also need rest if you want them to serve you longer," the young rider commented calmly.

The goddaughter laughed and pulled the reins hard. "He rests when I say so. And right now, he still has a lot to do."

The Recovery (14)

The next day, the godfather was sent to intermediate care, with visitors forbidden.

When the goddaughter heard about it, she clicked her tongue impatiently. "Tsk… I took it too far."

But there was no regret in her gaze, only determination. "I must find a way to see him through."

Meanwhile, the young rider, who had witnessed everything, looked at her with a sly smile. "I warned you that you were pushing him too hard. Now you'll have to wait."

The goddaughter crossed her arms and sighed. "I don't like waiting."

But deep down, they both knew it wouldn't be for long.

The judge summoned them to his chambers, they both sat in their seats and the judge was behind his desk, he said: "What you are doing is a crime", the young rider said: "he is a horse, an animal", he said: "this should not have happened", the young rider said: "I know that you also want to be our horse", the judge denied it, the young rider showed the sole of her boot and said: "Come, it needs to be cleaned."

The judge frowned, visibly uncomfortable. "This is a court, not a stable."

The young rider smiled confidently, crossing one leg over the other. "So, why are you shaking?"

The goddaughter rested her elbows on the table and interlaced her fingers, watching him with a piercing gaze. "You have two options, judge. You can continue to pretend or accept the truth."

He gulped, but tried to maintain his composure. "The law is clear."

The young rider slid her boot a little closer. "And yet, here you are, unable to look away."

The goddaughter also showed the sole of her boot and said, "You can take the dust and what we have stepped on."

The judge clenched his fists on the desk, trying to remain serious, but his eyes betrayed the internal struggle.

The young rider bowed her head with a mocking smile. "Come on, judge, we know you want it."

The goddaughter, with a firm gaze, turned her foot slightly, revealing the marks of the ground on the sole of her boot. "Begin. We will not make this forever."

The silence became heavy in the office. The judge took a deep breath, his dignity hanging by a thread.

The judge, with a tense face and a mixture of emotions in his eyes, slowly rose from his seat. He took a step forward, hesitantly, while the two women watched him with expressions of triumph.

The young rider crossed one leg over the other and tapped the ground gently with the toe of her boot, setting the pace of her impatience. "You know what you have to do."

The goddaughter, arms crossed, looked at him calmly. "We don't have all day, Judge. You better hurry up."

The Judge swallowed. His pride and position clashed with the magnetism of those women. Finally, with bated breath, he slowly knelt down. His gaze flickered between the two women, who watched him calmly, enjoying their victory without the need for words.

The young rider took a step forward, letting the sound of her boots echo in the room. She stopped in front of him, slightly lifted one boot and tilted it towards him. "Do what you must do," she whispered with a restrained smile.

He lowered his gaze and, with a gesture of absolute surrender, brought his lips close to the pristine leather. He kissed the boot respectfully, feeling the weight of his decisions on his shoulders.

The goddaughter, with a gleam of satisfaction in her eyes, turned on her heels and walked gracefully to the large leather chair in the office. "You know this was all inevitable," she murmured as she settled back comfortably, crossing one leg over the other.

The young rider, with imperturbable calm, took the reins of the situation. "It's not just about power," she said as she looked down at him, "it's about knowing who's really in charge."
The judge closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and when he opened them, he understood that his fate was already sealed.

The Recovery (16)

The judge made a few calls and reported. “The godfather will be able to be visited by the godson whenever he wants.”

The young rider smiled with satisfaction and removed her boot from the judge’s head. “Well done. You knew what to do.”

The goddaughter nodded, crossing her arms. “But there’s still something missing. We want to see him, too.”

The judge swallowed and picked up the phone again. After a few minutes, he hung up and said in a shaky voice, “The godfather will be able to receive visits… from you two, too.”

The two women exchanged a look of triumph. The young rider stepped forward and slid the tip of her boot under the judge’s chin, forcing him to look at her. “You see, judge, when you work with us, everything works out better for everyone.”

The judge nodded silently, knowing that their fate was already sealed. Then he asked, “Together? Separated? Any timetable?”

The young rider smiled mischievously and slowly removed her boot from the judge's chin. “Does it matter?” she asked in a playful tone. “Just make sure there are no restrictions for us.”

The goddaughter crossed her legs and settled back into her seat with an air of satisfaction. “We can go together or separately, depending on our time. The important thing is that we can see him whenever we want.”

The judge took a breath and dialed a number on his phone again. “No restrictions… understood.”

He hung up and, with a slightly shaky voice, said: “You can visit him whenever you want.”

The young rider clapped her hands softly. “That's how I like it, judge. You see how easy it is when you cooperate.”

“The nurse must remain in her position,” said the goddaughter.

The judge nodded and took the phone again. “Let the nurse remain in her position, no changes,” he ordered firmly.

He hung up and looked up at the two women, who were watching him with satisfaction. “There, there will be no change in her position.”

The young rider smiled and took a few slow steps around the judge, her spurs clicking with each step. “Very well, judge. It seems you have understood how things work.”

The Test of Endurance (1)

Now it is the young rider's turn, the goddaughter sits on top of the godson while the young rider sits on the godfather, then she crosses one leg over the godfather and sits astride him, she puts her hands on his chest, she does a little jump and falls on top of him, her legs on his sides, she puts her elbows on his chest and leans in bringing her beautiful face close to his face.

The young rider stared at the godfather, her face just a few inches from his. Her hair fell softly to the sides, framing her dominant but serene expression. "How do you feel now?" she asked in a slow voice, her lips sketching a slight smile.

The godfather swallowed, feeling her firm weight on his body. "Better... much better."

She tilted her face a little further, her penetrating gaze keeping him trapped. "Are you sure? I don't want you to feel uncomfortable..."

He shook his head slowly. "I'm not."

The goddaughter, sitting on the godson, watched with interest. "My godfather has always been strong... but it's true that he needs to rest. Although with a rider on top, I see him more animated."

The young rider let out a short laugh and then, with a small movement, she straightened up without stopping riding him. "That's what we riders do... motivate our horses."

She stretched out her arms and placed her hands on the godfather's shoulders, maintaining her dominance over him. "Tell me, are you ready to follow our orders?"

The godfather replied, "Of course I'm ready!" and neighed loudly, the young rider covered his mouth with her beautiful and delicate hands, both ladies looked at each other and laughed.

The young rider looked at him with amusement as she felt the vibration of his neigh under her hands. "Shhh... we're in a hospital, we don't want the other patients to be frightened by the sounds of such an enthusiastic horse."

The goddaughter laughed and stroked the hair of the godson, who looked at her in admiration. "My godfather is a loyal horse, but it seems he still needs training to control his enthusiasm."

The young rider slowly removed her hands from the godfather's mouth and smiled. "If you keep this up, I'll have to put a bit and bridle on you so you'll only neigh when I command."

The godfather nodded excitedly. "I'll do whatever my riders wish."

The two ladies looked at each other and smiled knowingly. "That's what we like to hear."

The goddaughter adjusted her posture on the godson and asked, "Do you think our horse will be ready to leave the hospital soon?"

The young rider, still astride the godfather, tilted her head with a mischievous smile. "Maybe, but first we need to make sure he's fit... maybe a little endurance test."

The young rider smiled and gently slid her hand down the godfather's chest. "Let's see if you're really ready to get out of here..."

She sat up slightly, resting her hands on his shoulders, and then gently lowered herself down, testing his endurance. "Feeling strong?" she asked with a challenging look.

The godfather nodded quickly. "Yes, I'm ready."

The goddaughter, still comfortably perched on the godson, watched with a smile. "If you're really ready, then hang in there."

The young rider smiled and began to move slightly, shifting her weight from side to side, testing the godfather's strength. "I don't want to complain after you're discharged and can't stand us."

The godfather gritted his teeth, but held firm. "I can handle this and more."

The goddaughter laughed. "Then you won't complain if we up the difficulty."

The young rider leaned over him, letting her hair fall over her face, and with a playful look said, "Now, without complaining... hang in there."

The test of endurance had begun.

The Test of Endurance (3)

The young rider continued her test of endurance on the godfather's chest, resting her hands gently on him as she leaned down with her beautiful face close to his. Then, with a slight push of her thighs, she slid down to his belly, applying more pressure with her weight and testing his endurance.

Sensing that he was still holding on, the young rider smiled and slowly moved back up, this time returning to his chest, making sure that each movement was fluid but firm. Confident in her mastery, she decided to increase the challenge, sliding down again, past his belly and exerting more weight in the process.

The goddaughter, watching with amusement, commented, "He looks like he still has strength... but let's see how much more he can take."

The young rider gave him a knowing look and continued with her test, enjoying every moment as she tested her faithful godfather's endurance.

The young rider, with a confident look, placed both knees on the godfather's chest, distributing her weight in a calculated manner. She made sure to keep her balance as she watched his reaction. He took a deep breath, feeling the pressure, but did not utter any complaints.

The goddaughter smiled and commented, "Looks like he can still hold out a little longer."

Then, the young rider, with an elegant movement, slowly slid her knees towards the godfather's belly, gradually increasing the intensity of the test. As she did so, she rested her hands on her own legs and looked at him with a playful smile.

"How do you feel?" she asked, leaning forward slightly.

The godfather, although feeling the weight and pressure, nodded determinedly. "I can hold out..." he murmured.

The young rider and the goddaughter exchanged a knowing look. The test was not over yet, and both were ready to continue testing their endurance.

The goddaughter stood up and walked over to the young rider, giving her a helping hand as a support; then slowly, the young rider stood up on top of the godfather.

The young rider, with the help of the goddaughter, held herself firmly and, with a calculated movement, began to rise over the godfather's body. First, she placed one foot on his chest and then, with balance and grace, brought the other foot up until she was completely upright.

The godfather held his breath for a moment, feeling the weight of the young rider on him, but he did not utter any complaints.

The goddaughter, with a satisfied smile, observed the scene and said, "It seems that she is still strong… Let's see how much she can bear."

The young rider confidently shifted her weight slightly, making sure to maintain stability while looking down. Then, with an amused smile, she asked, "Are you still ready for more?"

The godfather, breathing heavily, nodded determinedly. "Always ready..."

The goddaughter gave a light laugh and crossed her arms. "Let's see how far her endurance goes."

With the help of the young rider, the goddaughter climbed gracefully onto the bed. First, she placed one foot on the mattress and, with a firm push, she settled herself on top of the godfather's body.

The young rider held out her hand, making sure her balance was perfect as the goddaughter carefully placed both feet. Now, they were both standing over him, looking at each other with complicity.

The godfather took a deep breath, feeling the combined weight of the two ladies on his torso. However, his expression showed no complaint, only concentration and determination.

"Well?" asked the young rider, looking towards the goddaughter.

"Let's see how much she can hold on," she replied with a defiant smile.

They both began to move cautiously, testing the godfather's endurance under their weight. The goddaughter took a small step forward, while the young rider kept her balance.

He closed his eyes for a moment, focusing on enduring the test. The godfather's breathing became deeper, but he didn't utter a single complaint.

"Well done," the young rider whispered with a smile. "Let's see how far your strength goes."

The endurance test (5)

The scene has taken a more intense turn with the presence of blood on the heels of the riders' boots. This adds a new level of tension and solemnity to the situation.

The doctor is shocked and overwhelmed, his desire to be in the godfather's place mixed with astonishment at noticing the signs of the test on the patient's body. He is hesitant and submissive, because: despite being the medical authority, he feels the need to ask the riders' permission before acting, kneeling and reverent, his posture reflects both respect and a certain fascination for the absolute dominance that the ladies exercise. But, despite everything, his priority remains the godfather's health, and he awaits the riders' authorization to proceed.

The godfather is exhausted but proud because he knows that his effort has been significant and he expects the validation of the riders. He does not complain, because his goal is to prove his worth as a privileged horse and he smiles at the doctor when he sees that another male is attracted to the same destiny.

The young rider and the goddaughter do not show signs of concern, because they trust in the godfather's strength. The doctor's reaction is curious and even entertaining to them. They look at him and laugh as if a harlequin had made a joke before them. Then they wonder if the doctor is worthy of being considered in their circle or if he is just a spectator.

The ladies initially ignore the doctor, continuing their dominance over the godfather, then they test him by asking if he would be willing to undergo a similar evaluation. The doctor answers: "Yes, with all my soul." They command him to kiss their boots, which the doctor does with pleasure along with the godson, 2 men kissing the boots of 2 ladies who step on another man. Finally, they authorize the doctor to examine the patient. The young rider rides on the shoulders of the doctor and the goddaughter rides on the shoulders of the godson.

The scene has reached a point where the riders further consolidate their dominance, while the men show themselves completely devoted to them. The doctor, after his initial astonishment, has surrendered without reservation to the authority of the ladies, and even the godson follows his example without question.

The doctor goes from being a shocked observer to a devoted and active servant, totally submissive, because by accepting the test without hesitation and by kissing the boots of the riders, he demonstrates his surrender, and is ridden by the young rider on his shoulders, being a symbol of his new position in the hierarchy.

The godson, following the doctor's example, seeing that an authority figure submits, reinforces his own role of obedience, integrating himself more into the circle, now he is no longer just a servant, but also a horse that is ridden by the goddaughter, his wife.

The young rider and the goddaughter are satisfied with the doctor's submission, thus confirming their power by seeing that even someone as prestigious as a doctor surrenders to them, they enjoy their ride, now they dominate not only the godfather, but also the two new submissives, they are laughing and enjoying, for them, it is a game and a pleasure to see how the men accept their place under their domination.

The godfather is proud of his endurance, he has not been displaced, but remains the basis of the test, he feels amused by seeing new followers, his smile indicates that he enjoys seeing other men discover their destiny.

The doctor examines the godfather and shows the young female rider, who is riding him, and the goddaughter, who is riding her husband, the marks left by the soles and heels of the boots on the patient's face, neck, chest, belly, arms and legs, and the bleeding wounds caused by the high heels of the dominants. The wounds do not close and he must put stitches to close them. They smile amused, then look at each other and with an air of innocence ask: "Did we do this?", then laugh out loud. The young female rider, while scratching the doctor's hair, ruffling it, says: "He sheds his blood for us."

There is a power relationship between the female riders and the submissive men, pain and physical wounds, resistance from the godfather, devotion from the doctor and the power play of the female riders.

The marks of the female riders' boots represent their authority, they are a mark of their dominance; And, the doctor as an admirer, instead of closing wounds, exalts the strength of the godfather and reinforces the admiration towards the riders.

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The care (2)

The nurse, far from wearing the typical white and demure uniform, imposed her authority with an outfit designed to mix professionalism with absolute dominance. Her uniform consisted of a tight black leather jacket with silver buttons and a belt adjusted to her narrow waist, highlighting her shape. Under the jacket, she wore a white blouse with a high collar, giving her an air of authority, and black riding pants that adhered perfectly to her shapely legs, making it easy to ride on any mount... or submissive.

But the most imposing part of her outfit were her boots. High to the knees, made of an elegant shiny black leather, with sharp heels that not only stylized her posture, but left an indelible mark on those who felt their weight. On the sides, small, fine spurs shone, ready to mark the pace of her horse... or whoever she wanted to dominate.

Her black leather gloves, tight and without a single wrinkle, covered her firm and confident hands, while in one of them she held a thin and flexible whip, which she gently slid over her own palm with calculated movements.

Her hair was pulled back into a high and strict ponytail, without a single strand out of place. Her lips, painted a deep red, curved into a satisfied smile upon hearing her godfather's submissive response. “That's how I like it.” She murmured, leaning slightly towards him, letting the shadow of her imposing figure envelop him. “If you don't want your stitches to open… you'd better follow all my orders to the letter.”

Then, with a firm step and the unmistakable sound of her heels echoing on the floor, she straightened up and began to circle the stretcher where he lay. “From now on, I am your authority… and I will accept nothing less than total obedience.” He stated, the whip in his hand drawing slow circles in the air, as if to foreshadow his unbreakable dominance.

“So you are a horse, explain!” the nurse questioned the godfather.

The godfather, still lying on the stretcher, felt the weight of the nurse’s dominant gaze on him. Her imposing presence forced him to swallow before answering. “Yes, ma’am… I am a horse.” he said in a firm voice, although his pulse was quickening at the intensity of the situation.

The nurse narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest in a defiant manner. Then, with a slow but calculated movement, she lifted one boot and placed it on the stretcher, leaning slightly towards him, bringing her face closer to his. “A horse…” she repeated, dragging out the words with a mixture of mockery and authority. “And what does that mean?”

With her whip, she pointed to his bandaged chest, then lowered her gaze to his motionless legs. “Tell me, what does a horse like you do when it’s hurt?” she asked, pressing the tip of her whip against his abdomen, just hard enough to remind him of his vulnerability.

The godfather felt a shiver run down his spine. His lips curved slightly into a proud smile. “He’s recovering… to continue serving his rider.”

The nurse smiled, but her eyes held a spark of defiance. “Well… then I’ll be the one to decide whether you recover or not. And as long as you’re under my care, you’ll be my horse. Understood?”

The godfather, with bated breath, nodded without hesitation. “Yes, ma’am.”

She stood up, resting both hands on her waist, her boots clicking against the ground with each movement. “Perfect,” he said with satisfaction. “Let’s see if you’re truly worthy of that title.”

Then, with a light tap of his boot on the edge of the stretcher, he indicated that obedience would begin from that moment.

The Care (4)

The nurse heard the howls in the distance and smiled with satisfaction. She pulled on the godfather's reins and stroked his neck with her leather gloves. “Werewolves…” she murmured in a superior tone. “So feared, but I tamed them.”

The howls continued in the distance, as if responding to her presence, as if waiting for her call. “It's fun to ride them in human form and in wolf form.” she whispered with a smile, enjoying the shivers that ran through her mount's body when he heard her.

The godfather gulped. Not only had he been turned into her steed; even the wildest beasts had succumbed to her dominance. She was more than just a nurse. She was a tamer of wills, a rider of souls.

She spurred the godfather on using the spurs on her boots, forcing him forward. “Let us continue, my faithful mount… Before dawn, I want to ride you a little further.”

She rode him outside the health facility, suddenly a man in black, pale face and large fangs appeared, she told him: “You cannot enter the health facility because you are not welcome, nor are you invited,” he approached, but she told him: “Stop and move away because he is mine and his blood is mine because he is one of my cows! Find your own cows,” the vampire obeyed her saying: “Yes, Mistress.” She told him, “Turn into a horse!”, he obeyed her turning into a chestnut horse, she laughed saying: “Another day I will ride you because tonight he is my horse, go away!”, he galloped away.

The nurse watched with satisfaction as the vampire, previously a creature feared by many, obeyed her orders without resistance. Her laughter echoed in the night as she gripped the godfather's reins more firmly. “Do you see?” she whispered with a mix of mockery and dominance. “Even the creatures of the night bow to me. You are my horse tonight, and he will… wait his turn.”

The wind ruffled her hair as the vampire, now a towering chestnut horse, galloped off into the darkness. His hooves clattered away into the distance, obeying his Mistress’s last command.

She looked up at the full moon, then fixed her gaze on her human mount. “Let us continue, my faithful steed,” she said in a tone of absolute confidence. “The night is still young, and I want to continue enjoying my dominion.”

She spurred the godfather on using the spurs on her boots, forcing him forward. With a satisfied smile, she rode him into the darkness, the undisputed queen of the night.

As the nurse rode the godfather under the moonlight, he couldn’t help but reflect on the scene he had just witnessed. Her rider, dressed with impeccable authority, radiated absolute dominance. Her leather jacket highlighted her imposing bearing, her belt cinched at her waist accentuated her dominant shape, and her tight jodhpurs or leggings, perfectly fitted, gave her total control over her mount. But it was her black leather boots, knee-high and shiny in the dim night light, that truly commanded respect.

The godfather gulped as he remembered the nurse's words: "He is mine and his blood is mine." That statement, spoken so firmly, made him feel completely possessed by her. He was not only her horse, but her possession, her creature, her cattle or livestock.

The nurse, without stopping, noticed the tension in her mount and smiled with a mixture of mockery and satisfaction. "What are you thinking about, my horse?" she asked as she guided him firmly, pressing the spurs of her boots against his sides. "Do you doubt your destiny?" and then she laughed.

The godfather felt a chill run down his spine. He didn't know where she was taking him, but one thing was certain: the nurse was in complete control, and he had no choice but to surrender to her dominance.

The horse ride (1)

While the riders were riding, the nurse said to the young rider: “You left the health facility several hours ago. I found you and your horses are not tired. When we met, I said: ‘I see that your horses still have energy. How convenient...’ On this full moon night, I realized that you taught the newlywed to transform her husband into an equine.”

The young rider smiled with an air of satisfaction and answered naturally: “That's right. There is no better way to strengthen the bond than by transforming the husband into her steed. Now he is stronger, more resilient and obedient. She only had to learn to take the reins firmly and decisively.”

The goddaughter, with a proud smile, stroked the mane of her husband turned into an equine and added: “At first, he was a little resistant, but soon he understood that his destiny was to take me wherever I want. Now he enjoys his role and feels fulfilled knowing that he fulfills his purpose.”

The nurse looked with interest at the once-manlike equine steed and then looked at the young rider. “I am impressed by your skill. Not only do you ride with skill, but you also guide others to master and ride their own.”

The young rider laughed softly, causing her animal to quicken its pace with a light pressure of her spurs. “It is all a matter of will. If a lady is firm and confident, her horse will always respond. And when he learns to accept his nature, he becomes the perfect mount.”

The nurse nodded in satisfaction and looked at her own mount, which was advancing steadily beneath her. “Perhaps I should try other mounts besides this one.” There are so many horses waiting to be tamed...”

The three riders laughed knowingly, riding under the silver moonlight, feeling the power in every step of their obedient steeds

As they rode along under the moonlight, the godfather reflected on his new role as the nurse’s horse. He knew he had found his place under her rule, but he couldn’t help but wonder how his godson felt now that he had been transformed into a four-legged steed for his wife. “How will he process all this?” the godfather thought. “Until recently he was an ordinary man, and now he gallops under his wife’s command, his will bent before her. Will he feel proud to serve her?” Or is he still in conflict with his destiny?"

He glanced at his godson. His equine body moved gracefully, strong and robust, perfectly tamed under the rider who was now his wife. She held the reins with skill and confidence, guiding him naturally. Her expression was one of absolute confidence, enjoying total control over her animal.

The godfather tried to read the answer to his concern in the steed's eyes, but found only obedience and acceptance. The wife leaned her face toward her mount and murmured something sweetly, caressing its neck affectionately. The horse snorted softly and continued on its way with determination.

"It seems that he has also accepted his destiny," the godfather concluded. "Perhaps, like me, he has understood that our happiness lies in being ridden by them."

With a sigh of resignation and surrender, the godfather felt the nurse's firm grip on his reins. She guided him decisively, as if she had read his thoughts. "Don't think too much, horse." “mine,” she whispered with an enigmatic smile. Just enjoy the ride.

And with those words, he stopped questioning himself and simply continued forward under the command of his rider.

The Ride (3)

At this point, a handsome young man on the road stops them. “Please take me,” the goddaughter says, “You can ride on the back of my horse,” he approaches her and kisses her gloved hand, she takes her boot out of the stirrup and says, “grab the front and back of the saddle, step on the stirrup and jump behind me,” he obeys her and ends up sitting astride the back of the goddaughter’s husband, he embraces her, surrounding her with his powerful arms, she steps on the stirrup and rests her back against his chest, she says, “hold on tight because we are going to gallop.”

The young man, feeling the warmth of the goddaughter against his chest, obeys without hesitation. He puts his arms around her narrow waist more firmly, while his nose almost touches her hair. The goddaughter, with a confident smile, strokes her husband-turned-horse's mane and gives a light nudge with her golden spurs. “Come on!” she commands.

The human-turned-equine neighs softly and begins to gallop hard. The young rider, witnessing the scene, laughs with amusement and comments to the nurse: “Your horse looks like they've put more weight on it... but he's strong, isn't he?”

The nurse, with a stern but amused look, responds as she adjusts the reins of her own human steed: “Oh, sure... but what intrigues me is how far this journey will take them.”

The gallop of the three horses echoes in the moonlit night, as the riders advance with their human mounts, firm and secure in their absolute domain.

The godfather continues to gallop, feeling the weight of his rider on his back, but his mind wanders to his godson's situation. "He used to be the husband on horseback… now he's just another man's transport hugging his wife|, he's gone from being in the husband zone to being in the friend zone."

The nurse, noticing his expression, playfully pats him on the head and laughs heartily. "Oh, what a funny thought! Your godson is learning that a horse is nothing more than that: a means of transport. And his wife… well, she seems to be enjoying her new companion."

The godfather feels his rider's vibrant laughter and lets out an internal sigh. "Maybe this won't end well for him," he thinks, as his hooves echo on the ground.

Now the 3 horses move at a slow pace, the handsome young man lets go of the goddaughter, but she claims to him: "Who told you to stop hugging me?", he hugs her again as she presses her back against his chest and rests her head on his left shoulder, turning her to look up at the sky.

The godfather watches the scene from the corner of his eye as he continues to advance at a slow pace under the full moon. "Poor godson… first he lost his place as a riding husband and now his wife is nestled against another man on his back."

The nurse, with her commanding demeanor and amused smile, whispers to him: "Look what a nice couple they make… she commands, he obeys, and your godson… well, he just keeps walking like a good horse. Do you realize how easy it is to transform a man into a mere means of transportation?"

The godfather feels a chill. "Is this their final destiny? To be horses forever, while they find new riders to share the ride?"

But the goddaughter, completely absorbed in her new company, simply sighs with pleasure as she settles better against the handsome young man.

The Ride on Horseback (5)

The godson regained his human form when he was no longer ridden by his wife, the young rider and the nurse transformed their horses from equines back into humans, with the young rider remaining riding on the shoulders of her horse.

The nurse asked the godson what he felt when his wife rode him alone, when his wife rode him and the handsome young man rode on her back, when the handsome young man rode him on the saddle and his wife on his back, and when the handsome young man rode him on the saddle while his wife rode on the shoulders of the handsome man.

The godson, feeling the weight of the events of the night, took a deep breath before answering. He looked at the nurse, who was watching him with a dominant expression, and at his wife, who, with a triumphant smile, awaited his answer.

“When my wife rode me alone, I felt like I was doing my duty, being her support, giving her the power she deserves…” —he paused, remembering the feeling—. “When she rode me and the handsome young man climbed in behind her… I felt different, heavier, as if my role as husband was diluted a little, but I was still her mount.”

The nurse nodded, inviting him to continue.

“When he rode me in the saddle and my wife sat on my back… I felt something new. As if the burden I had to carry was not only my wife's, but also another man's… and that…"

"Did it make you uncomfortable?" the nurse asked with interest.

"I don't know… I just know that when my wife climbed onto the shoulders of the handsome young man while he was on top of me… it was the moment when I felt the smallest… as if she was even further away, taller… As if she was now riding not only me, but had someone else as her elite steed…"

His wife laughed softly and, stroking his hair, said, "You are my faithful horse, but now you know that I can also have more mounts whenever I wish."

The nurse smiled with satisfaction at the godson's response and commented in a mocking tone, "Welcome to the true stable of submission."

The handsome young man is crawling on all fours while the goddaughter rides on top of his horizontal back.

Suddenly he is partially transformed by his rider, his hair is transformed into a bit, bridle and reins; meanwhile, the goddaughter, with a smile of pure domination, felt the power in her hands as the reins, formed from the handsome young man's hair, responded to each of her movements.

In addition, part of his back is transformed into a saddle with stirrups, he, on all fours, had become an even more perfect mount, with his back transformed into a real saddle, stirrups included; meanwhile, the goddaughter enjoys the sensation of having absolute control, she stepped firmly on the stirrups and settled elegantly, feeling how her mount trembled under her weight, but not daring to disobey

"That's how I like it," she said, lightly pulling on the reins to test their effectiveness.

The handsome young man neighed involuntarily, his mouth caught by the bit formed by his own hair.

"Onward, my steed! Show me your speed!"

With a firm movement, she dug her spurs into the sides of her human mount and whipped him decisively. The handsome young man reacted immediately, advancing on all fours as quickly as possible, feeling every order from his rider on his back and on the reins.

The goddaughter laughed out loud, enjoying absolute control, galloping in the darkness under the moonlight, turned into the true mistress and mistress of the night.

The godson watched with amazement and a mixture of emotions as his wife, who with absolute mastery rode the handsome young man turned into a human steed.

The nurse, still on top of the godfather, smiled with superiority and spoke to him in a firm voice: “You feel the fatigue in your body, right? It is natural. In your human form, your endurance is limited, but in your equine form you can endure me for longer. Still, look at that horse moving on all fours… He will tire out before you.”

The godfather snorted with effort, feeling the weight and authority of the nurse on his shoulders. At his side, his godson also felt the burden of his wife's domination even without her being on top of him; meanwhile, the goddaughter enjoyed every moment of her riding.

The riders laughed with pride, enjoying the spectacle of their absolute power over their mounts.

The Ride (7)

The godfather looked at his godson, now transformed into a saddle, an object for his wife to use and abuse. The nurse smiled and rebuked him: “Are you looking at your godson or at your goddaughter’s hips and ass?”

The godfather felt a shiver run down his spine upon hearing the nurse’s words. His gaze remained fixed on the shape of the goddaughter, who rode with a dominant and elegant posture, her body perfectly balanced on the saddle that had once been her husband.

The godfather swallowed, trying to order his thoughts, but the nurse gave him no respite. She leaned over him, bringing her lips close to his ear, and whispered with a mixture of mockery and mischief: “Come on, godfather, don’t act innocent. I know you too well.”

He looked away, trying to ignore his provocation, but she simply laughed.

Meanwhile, the goddaughter lightly pulled on the reins of her equine horse, her long hair waving with the movement. She stroked her mount's mane with pleasure and then, with a triumphant expression, looked back, as if she knew that all eyes were on her. "Are we going to keep moving forward or do you want to stay admiring me all night?" she asked with a mischievous smile.

The godfather felt an even greater weight on his shoulders. Not only was he a horse under the nurse's control, but he was also a witness to a world in which the will of these riders was imposed without question.

"Wait!" The cry was heard from a hill, everyone turned in the direction where the call came from, and saw a young man running, they waited for him. The young man knelt before the riders, he said: "I need you to take me." The young man was not as handsome as the goddaughter's current horse, but he was graceful and graceful and smaller than the horse.

“How old are you?” the goddaughter asked, he replied, “18,” the goddaughter asked, “Are you sure? You look several years younger,” the young rider said, “I say 20 but I am much younger,” the goddaughter and the young rider turned their gazes to the nurse, who said, “I am not an expert at estimating ages, but we have all heard him say that he is 18, and if he says he is this age, then so be it.”

The goddaughter and the young rider exchanged glances, assessing the young man who remained kneeling before them. His expression was pleading, but also showed a spark of determination, as if he were willing to prove himself worthy of being carried.

The goddaughter slightly turned the reins of her equine horse, watching the new candidate with interest. Then, with a playful smile, she said, “If you really are 18, then you are old enough to know what it means to serve a rider.”

The young man nodded quickly, his enthusiasm evident. “I understand, and I accept it.”

The young rider, still on her saddle, tilted her head and gave him an analytical look. “Are you strong? Tough?”

“Yes, I am.”

The nurse, in her characteristically playful tone, interrupted, “Well, there’s only one way to check. Who will ride it first?”

The goddaughter smiled mischievously, already imagining the possibilities. Her current horse was already well-trained, but a new steed always offered an interesting challenge. “On its knees it is,” she said, “it just remains to be seen if it can be ridden by me.”

The young man gulped, but did not hesitate. He leaned even lower, placing his hands on the ground, awaiting the command from his new rider.

The young man is on his hands and knees, the goddaughter dismounted and walked over to him, he on his elbows and knees approached her, she said, “Stop!” He obeyed her, she said, “Good, now you can kiss my boots,” he repeatedly kissed her brown boots as if his life depended on it.

She commanded, “stand up,” he immediately obeyed her, she said, “he comes up to my breasts…”, he immediately replied, “all of my family are short,” she commanded, “get on all fours,” he obeyed, she rode him on his horizontal back while saying, “you are a pony ridden by me,” then she transformed his body, from his back emerged the saddle and from his hair emerged the bit, the bridle and the reins, she commanded, “Gee up horse!”

The Godfather and the Goddaughter (1)

The couple stopped at the edge of a cliff, the goddaughter's horse on top of a rock so that the spouses' heads were at the same height, the moon shining brightly, illuminating the scene with its silver glow. The couple, raised on her faithful human mounts, embraced each other tightly, feeling the warmth of their bodies as their lips met in a passionate kiss.

The horses, now in human form, but under her control, remained motionless, holding them with respect and devotion to her. The night breeze caressed their faces, while the echo of the sea deep in the abyss added a dramatic background to the moment.

“Nothing stops us, my love” whispered the goddaughter, with a triumphant smile.

“That's right, together we ride for eternity” replied her husband, looking at her with admiration.

Below them, the horses exchanged a glance, aware of their role. They were in the “friend zone,” silent witnesses to the love and power of their rider for them, and her husband for her.

The nurse, riding the best man in human form, approached them and said, “The best man, instead of looking at his goddaughter’s hips, butt, and shape, should be being ridden by her, after all! Without a best man, there is no wedding.” The couple laughed, saying, “She is right,” “our best man is supposed to be the goddaughter’s horse.”

Said and done, they changed horses and the rider rode on the shoulders of her bridled and saddled best man while the nurse rode on top of the little pony.

The moon continued to shine on them, witness to the new dynamic that had been established. The goddaughter, with a satisfied smile, firmly took the reins of her best man, feeling her absolute power over him. “That's how it should be,” she said in a triumphant voice as she lightly spurred him forward.

The godfather, completely subdued, had no choice but to accept the fate he had wished for himself since he met her. Meanwhile, the nurse laughed amusedly as she rode the little pony, enjoying the scene with malice.

The couple, watching the scene from their horses, exchanged a knowing glance before kissing each other passionately again. The night was theirs, and everyone knew who was in charge: Her.

The godfather thought: “What happiness! Now I am my princess's horse and I am ridden by her.” The goddaughter answers her godfather: “I am also happy to ride you because since we met I know that you have given yourself to me and that is why you belong to me.”

The godfather felt a shiver of emotion run through his body upon hearing those words. His princess, his goddaughter, recognized him as hers, as her faithful mount. He felt an inexplicable pride, a deep joy knowing that he was under her control. “Thank you, my princess,” he thought humbly, bowing his head slightly as she gently pulled on the reins.

The goddaughter, with a charming smile, pressed her legs against him and pushed him with her spurs, indicating that he should move forward. With absolute obedience, the godfather began to move, feeling the glorious weight of his rider on his shoulders. “You are a good horse,” she told him with tenderness and authority. “And as such, you will always be under my reins.”

The godfather felt his chest swell with happiness. Yes, he would always be hers.

The goddaughter transformed the handsome young man into an equine horse, but continued to ride her godfather in his human form. She indicated to her husband to gallop off to the village to prepare the environment for his godfather. He obeyed her.

The young rider and the nurse, riding their horses transformed into equine form, bade her farewell and set off to their destination.

As the godfather moved like a 2-legged horse beneath his goddaughter, she said to him, “You are my horse, and we have a special place for you.”

The godfather felt a shiver of excitement at hearing those words. His goddaughter had a special destiny for him, a place where her devotion and commitment would be even more meaningful. “I will do as you wish, my princess,” he thought as he moved forward, holding her proudly on his shoulders.

She smiled with satisfaction, enjoying the feeling of absolute dominance. She held the reins firmly and gently pressed her legs against him, guiding him masterfully. “I know,” she said confidently. “You are mine, and where I go, you will follow.”

The godfather nodded, giving himself completely to his role. She would lead him to his destination, and he would follow without hesitation.

Noticing that her godfather was beginning to tire, the goddaughter smiled tenderly, but also determinedly. She couldn't let him stop so soon. "Don't worry, my faithful horse. I'll give you the strength you need."

With a gesture of her hand, her magic enveloped the godfather's body. In a matter of seconds, she made the human figure of her godfather disappear, and in his place was a majestic equine horse, strong and resilient. His skin shone under the moonlight, and his powerful musculature reflected the transformation.

She adjusted the reins and stepped into the stirrups with confidence. "That's better. Now we can move forward."

The godfather, now in his new form, neighed obediently and began to move forward with renewed energy, galloping steadily as his goddaughter rode him with grace and authority.

The Doctor

The nurse smiled at the scene and looked at the doctor mischievously. "Do you want her to be your owner? Maybe you should show your devotion like her godfather does," the nurse joked.

The doctor laughed nervously, not daring to answer.

The goddaughter approached the doctor and asked, "Who will I ride while he is hospitalized?"

The doctor gulped, feeling the intense gaze of the goddaughter on him. The nurse smiled mischievously and said, "Well, doctor, it seems that you have a unique opportunity in front of you."

The doctor blushed and stammered, "I… I'm just a doctor… not a horse."

The goddaughter gently took his chin and forced him to look into her eyes. "Didn't you say that you would love for me to be your owner and ride you every day, all day?"

The doctor felt his heart pounding and, unable to resist, he looked down and quietly replied, "Yes... I said it."

The goddaughter smiled with satisfaction. "Then kneel," she ordered.

The doctor, trembling with excitement and nerves, obeyed, getting on all fours in front of her.

The nurse crossed her arms and watched the scene with a mocking smile. "Good, looks like you have a new horse now," she commented.

The goddaughter gracefully climbed onto the doctor's back and gently pulled on his hair as if they were reins. "Give it up, doctor. Prove yourself worthy of carrying me," she said in a firm voice.

The doctor, completely surrendered, began to move on all fours, feeling the glory of being ridden by his Goddess.

Then, she rode him to the hotel, on top of his shoulders.

The doctor advanced with a firm step, feeling the majestic weight of the goddaughter on his shoulders. She stood tall, her hands on her waist, dominating with elegance and power. The people in the village watched them in awe and admiration as she rode him naturally, as if it had always been her destiny.

As they arrived at the hotel, her husband was waiting for them at the entrance with a smile. "I see you have found a worthy replacement while our godfather recovers," he commented.

The goddaughter nodded proudly, gently stroking the doctor's head. "This horse has served me well, although it still needs training," she replied.

The doctor, completely subdued, knelt upon reaching the destination, allowing his Goddess to gracefully dismount.

The doctor, still on his knees, bowed his head and devotedly kissed the goddaughter's boots, his lips brushing the surface in absolute submission. "My Goddess," he whispered, "I will return to the hotel with a bridle and saddle worthy of you. I long to be your steed, your mount, your faithful servant."

She smirked, placing a boot on his head as a sign of dominance. “I hope so,” she replied in a firm, graceful tone. “If you wish to be my horse, make sure you bring what is necessary. I will accept no less than I deserve.”

The doctor nodded fervently, still prostrate before her, while her husband watched the scene with a knowing smile.

“You are a fine steed,” she whispered to him, before turning to her husband and walking together into the hotel, leaving the doctor on his knees, eager to be ridden by her again.

The goddaughter turned gracefully and entered the hotel, her majestic bearing radiating power. The doctor, still kneeling, watched her go with the determination to return soon, ready to be completely hers.

Pleasure (2)

Under the soft darkness of the room, the goddaughter and her husband gave themselves to each other with overflowing passion. She, always in control, set the pace with grace and determination as she rode him, linking their bodies in a perfect rhythm of desire and surrender. Fiery glances, deep kisses and whispers enveloped the atmosphere, until finally he reached his culmination in the heat of her being, sealing with that instant the union of both.

Meanwhile, in the solitude of their rooms, four men evoked the memory of their rider. They closed their eyes and still felt the weight of his presence, the pressure of his figure on their bodies, the way she had dominated them with naturalness and power. Each one, absorbed in the intensity of the memory, let themselves be carried away by the inextinguishable desire that she had sown in them. In a final tribute to the woman who had subjugated them with her charm and majesty, they found their own release in the darkness, offering their pleasure to the indelible image of their Goddess.

The next day, the couple woke up happy. The husband said: "What a beautiful night last night!" She smiled, he continued: "Seeing you on top of them turned me on," she replied: "Riding them and having them under my control turned me on," he said: "I imagine your horses turned on too, what did they do last night?" She laughed and asked with a certain malice: "You are a man, what do you think they did?"

He looked at her with a mixture of mischief and admiration, perfectly understanding the meaning of her words. He sat up in bed, sliding a hand down his wife’s bare back, and replied with a knowing smile: “If I were in their place, after feeling you on top of me, after having carried you on my shoulders and having felt your absolute dominance, I wouldn’t have been able to resist…”

She laughed softly, enjoying the certainty they shared. “Exactly. They all spent the night remembering every moment, reliving the feeling of my weight, of my orders, of my control. And in the end… they did what you would do.”

He nodded, imagining the scene clearly, and pulled her towards him to kiss her intensely. “You are the owner of their thoughts, of their desires… and of me.”

“I know,” she replied with a triumphant smile, “and I love it.”

He said: “You said a little while ago that your horses did what I would do, what did you mean?” She replied: “Imagine you are the handsome young man, the young man who said he was 18 years old or my godfather, what would you do in my honor after being ridden by me, if you were one of them?”

He looked at her intensely, understanding exactly what she meant. He smiled somewhat mischievously and replied in a suggestive tone: “If I were one of them, after feeling you on top of me, after being subdued by your strength and beauty… I would close my eyes, relive every moment of your dominance over me and let my body react on its own, without being able to contain myself.”

She laughed maliciously, enjoying his answer. She approached him, running a hand over his face, and whispered: “Exactly. That's what they did.”

He kissed her with renewed desire, intoxicated by the image she had painted with her words. He admired her, desired her and worshipped her, knowing that not only he, but all those who had been ridden by her would remember her in the same way.

Her property (2)

The goddaughter continued: “Thanks to her we are closer, the night she completely dominated you I realized how important you are to me, I felt displaced and that I was about to lose you, I felt jealous.”

The godfather looked at her in astonishment, unable to believe what he heard. “Jealousy? You?” he asked in disbelief.

She nodded with a soft smile, but her eyes reflected the intensity of her emotions. “Yes… for the first time I felt that someone else could take away what is mine. And I could not allow it.”

The godfather felt a mixture of pride and happiness. He had never imagined that his owner, his goddess, could feel that way about him. “So…” he murmured, “does that mean I am special to you?”

The goddaughter stared at him and took his face in her hands. “It means you are mine” she stated firmly. “And I will never again doubt how much I value you.”

The godfather lowered his head in total surrender. “I always have been, and I always will be.”

She stroked his hair tenderly, enjoying the moment in which, once again, her dominion over him was sealed.

She continued: “I have never felt jealousy, not for my lovers, not for my boyfriends, not for my husband; and, look, I felt and feel jealous for my horse.”

The godfather looked at her, moved, feeling that those words were an unexpected gift. “Jealousy for me?” he whispered, as if he still couldn't believe it.

She nodded firmly, but with a soft smile. “Yes… And that can only mean one thing: you are more than just a horse to me.”

The godfather felt a shiver run through his body. His goddaughter, his goddess, was placing him in a unique place, above all the men who had been in her life. “I don't know what to say…” he murmured, his voice trembling.

She leaned slightly and, gently but with authority, ordered him: “Don’t say anything. Just accept what you are to me.”

The godfather closed his eyes for a moment, letting himself be enveloped by those words. When he opened them again, he found her looking at him intensely, as if with her gaze alone she reaffirmed her dominance over him. “I am yours,” he affirmed with devotion.

She smiled with satisfaction. “You have always been. And now I know it more than ever.”

She brought her face closer to his, their breaths came together, and their lips were dangerously close to each other, both of them closed their eyes.

Time seemed to stop. The closeness between them was electrifying, charged with a tension that went beyond words.

Their lips, barely separated by a sigh, trembled at the imminence of contact. They could feel each other’s heat, the mixture of contained emotions that struggled to come out.

The godfather, his heart beating wildly, did not dare to move, waiting for her to make the final decision. And then, in an eternal instant, their lips touched with the softness of a whisper.

It was a delicate kiss at first, almost a caress, but that first contact was enough to ignite a flame that enveloped them completely. She took control, deepening the kiss with the confidence of someone who knows she is the owner of the moment, while he gave himself completely to her dominance.

When they finally separated, they both opened their eyes at the same time. She smiled, with that mixture of tenderness and authority that characterized her. “Now you know,” she whispered.

The godfather, still breathless, nodded. “Yes,” he said, his voice trembling. “Now I know.”

As they kissed, he felt passionate bites from her on his lips and on his tongue, followed by a playful pressure of her tongue on his tongue. He didn't resist; on the contrary, his little moans only confirmed his total surrender.

Each bite was a reminder of her dominance, of her power over him. And when their tongues met again, it was as if they danced in perfect synchronicity, exploring each other, discovering each other, giving themselves to the moment without reservation.

The tremor that ran through his body was not from fear, but from a deep emotion, from a devotion that went beyond words. He was hers, and she knew it.

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Her property (4)

Feeling his godfather's gaze, the husband said: “I trust her, I know he will take her to dinner and then to the disco to dance, then she will ride on his shoulders to the hotel. I know you would love for her to ride on you, but you will be after you are discharged from the health facility, in the meantime, you must recover your health.”

The godfather sighed deeply, without taking his eyes off the door through which she had left. “I know…”! he replied with resignation. “But I can't help but wish to be in his place.”

The husband smiled with understanding and patted him on the shoulder. “You are right to wish that, we all do” he said sincerely. “But now the most important thing is that you get healthy. You don't want to be weak when your turn comes, do you?”

The godfather let out a slight laugh and nodded. “You are right. I won't miss the opportunity to be ridden by her when I'm strong again.”

The husband stood up and looked at the clock. “Rest, godfather. I'll stay with you until the visit is over.”

The godfather closed his eyes, letting his mind get lost in the image of her, dominating him with her grace and power. He knew his time would come, and he would look forward to it.

Meanwhile, his godson told him: “My wife wants us to ride together, the two of us. She will ride the little boy who says he's 18 years old and I will ride the handsome young man, but first she must break in on him, she must tame him so that he's docile when I get on top of him.”

The godfather listened attentively to his godson's words, analyzing the situation with a slight smile. “I see that your wife knows what she wants and how to get it,” he commented with a tone of admiration. “Taming the handsome young man first so that you can ride him without problems later… that is a good plan.”

The godson nodded. “That is right. She has experience in this. She knows that some need discipline before being ridden.”

The godfather laughed softly. “I have no doubt. And tell me, how does she plan to do it?”

The godson smiled with some complicity. “First, she will make him hers, ride him and submit to him until he completely surrenders to her dominance. Only when she feels that he is ready, I will ride him.”

The godfather nodded, understanding the strategy. “This will ensure that he is completely docile by the time your turn comes.”

The godson replied: “Exactly. Just as the best riders break their horses before giving them to others, she will prepare him for me.”

The godfather smiled, admiring the determination and control of his goddaughter, his godson’s wife. “It seems like it will be an interesting experience for everyone.”

Then the godfather stated, “She will subdue him and transform him into her horse, she will take control over him, and he will be ridden by her and by the people she wishes to ride her horse.”

The godson nodded with a smile. “Exactly, godfather. When she makes him hers, he will no longer be able to resist. He will be her horse and will obey her every wish.”

The godfather looked on in admiration. “She knows how to do it. Her dominance is absolute.”

The godson nodded again. “Yes, and once she has fully tamed him, he will be ridden by whomever she chooses. Her horse of hers will have no will of its own, only to serve its rider, that is, my wife.”

The godfather smiled in satisfaction. “That is how it should be.”

The godfather asked, “Does your wife continue to tame you or has she stopped treating you as a horse?”

The godson smiled and replied, “She never stops taming me, godfather. Even though I am already her horse, she always finds new ways to reassert her dominance over me.”

The godfather nodded in satisfaction. “This means you are a good horse for her.”

The godson laughed softly. “I am, and I always will be. I love to see her enjoy her control over me. It is her right as a rider.”

Her Property (6)

She remained on top of him, enjoying every shudder that ran through her body, prolonging that moment of plenitude. Her lips curved into a satisfied smile as she watched him intently.

Finally, with elegance and control, she dismounted with a slow and sure movement. Before she completely separated, she put him inside her because he belongs to her, her delicate hands firmly encircling the base of his manhood for the last time. She looked into his eyes and, with a soft but authoritative voice, she whispered: "You have fulfilled."

Then, with the same grace with which she had arrived, she stood up, separating them both, leaving behind her the echo of her triumph.

She adjusted herself naturally, adjusting her underwear and smoothing her miniskirt with calculated movements, making sure that each gesture reflected her absolute dominance.

As she did so, she looked down at her godfather with a confident smile and said in a calm but firm voice, "These clothes are practical. They allow me to enjoy my horses, riding them in the ways I wish, as I have just ridden you."

Then, with the same grace with which she had arrived, she turned, ready to continue with her night, leaving in the air the certainty of her power over him and all those who served her.

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Her property (8)

She rode on the handsome young man's pelvis, pushed aside her lingerie and she took his manhood, both shuddering as they came together. Her godfather looked at her in amazement, she said to him: “I've been with you before and you spilled your seed inside me, I have the right to enjoy my horses as I wish.” Her godfather lowered his gaze.

While she controlled everything above him, she stared at the handsome young man with an enigmatic smile, enjoying the devotion in his eyes and his moans. With a calm but firm tone, she began to speak. “Vampires call their submissives 'cows'” she explained, tracing a circle and a central point with her finger on his chest, as if she were drawing a target at which she would aim and shoot. “They do it because they feed on their blood, just as we feed on the milk of cows.”

The handsome young man listened to her intently, her every word a decree he accepted without question.

“I do not drink your blood,” she continued, moving even closer, “but you offer it for me in every mark I leave upon you using my whip, my spurs, and your reins of which I am the Mistress. You shed your blood for me, with your blood you stain your bit, your bridle, your reins, my whip, and my spurs. You give your blood for me in every display of my dominance in your mouth and on your skin, whether I ride you or not.”

He shuddered and nodded, a glint of admiration in his eyes. He knew his role was not only to serve her, but also to demonstrate his devotion with every challenge she imposed on him. For him, every sign of her authority, whether it was the whip, the spurs, or the reins with the bit, was an honor.

Her hands, expert and sure, ran over his chest with slow caresses, while she on top of him controlled his movements. He closed his eyes, letting himself be guided by her touch and surrendering to her. With each movement, she reaffirmed her dominance, the connection between them growing in intensity. “I am Mistress of your strength, your loyalty... your devotion” she continued saying in her climax, leaning just to whisper in his ear. “And you will never forget who you belong to.”

She stood up without stopping riding, she sighed with satisfaction, enjoying the absolute control she has over her horses. She looked at him with a smile. enigmatic, holding his face delicately. Her eyes reflected control and satisfaction, while he observed her with absolute surrender.

“You are mine” she whispered in a soft but firm voice. Then, she smiled satisfied and, with a last gesture of dominance, she lifted her chin elegantly, she knew that he would continue to fulfill his role, with pride and determination, just as she had arranged, and she decreed: “Never forget who your Mistress is and to whom you belong.”

From his place, the godfather observed the scene in silence, with respect and understanding the relationship between them that transcended words. It was not just about authority, but a mutual surrender based on trust and admiration. He knew, once recovered, he would also return to take his place, ready to give himself to her at her will because he is HER PROPERTY.

She looked at him and ordered him: “Don't move a muscle!” She dismounted the handsome young man and approached her godfather, she lifted the blanket and saw him self-stimulating. He said, “I do this in your honor since I met you,” she said, “Oh godfather, you should have said so!” as she grabbed his manhood, then she milked him, stimulated him, licked him and sucked him, he especially enjoyed the blowjob.

She then mounted him, she grabbed and took his manhood, slowly inserting it inside her and imprisoning it within her inner walls, “you are mine, you have no escape,” smiling she said to him.

His outer skin felt her inner heat, and her inner skin felt his outer heat, she controlled the rhythm and movements having several orgasms, he tried not to ejaculate so she would have maximum pleasure and he would be stuck to her for longer, she smiled at him recognizing his intentions, and using her quick and vigorous pelvic movements she made him explode inside her and both, embraced, gave each other a passionate French kiss.

She whispered in his ear while sucking and marking his neck: "Of all the men I have owned since my teenage years, you, 30 years older than me, are the most devoted to me, YOU ARE MY PROPERTY."

Once finished when she decided, she sat gracefully in an armchair and crossed her legs, watching them both. She knew the power she held over them was absolute. With a simple command, her horses would comply with any wish she had. “This is the hierarchy,” she said finally, with a firm look. “Not only you, but all my horses will obey what I decide.”

The handsome young man and his godfather nodded, ready to serve her whenever she so desired.

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She then looked at her godfather with a firm but calm gaze and, with a slight gesture of her hand, indicated that he should lie down to rest. “You have done your job well,” she said in a soft but determined voice. “Now rest, I will need you in top condition when I return.”

He nodded and obeyed without question, recognizing the natural authority she exercised over those around her.

She rode on the shoulders of her horse which she bridled and saddled, the handsome young man, whom she led to the bedridden patient, she told her godfather: “It will be several days of riding with my husband, the handsome young man will be one of my husband's horses while I will ride this and my other horses, it will be exciting to ride on shoulders and back with him.” She grabbed the reins of her horse, whipped and spurred it as she retreated.

She stopped her horse at the gate, turned him around and led him to her godfather. She took her foot out of the stirrup and placed it on her godfather's face, who licked the sole and high heels as she said to him: "I will be out of town for several days and tomorrow you will be discharged. The young lady rider will see to your arrival at her house. She will put you in a stall where you will be kept and used."

Riding on the shoulders of her horse, she leaned slightly from the saddle, bringing her beautiful face close to her godfather's. Her smile, a mix of complicity and authority, lit up the room. "I see joy in your eyes as you hear my words," she whispered in a velvety voice. "I know you enjoy being the young lady rider's horse. I know you long to feel her dominance, her firm weight on you as she masterfully leads you, using saddle, reins, whip and spurs."

The godfather, still prostrate, felt a chill run down his spine. It was not fear, but deep reverence and gratitude. He knew the young lady rider would be demanding of him, but she would also be fair. In her absence, he would strive to be an exemplary horse for her, behaving with humility and discipline. He would be obedient at all times, respond without hesitation to every command and always remain ready, no matter how demanding the training was. He thought: "I am a man of experience, but before her, I am nothing more than a humble servant. Every instruction of hers is law to me, and the greatest honor I can receive is to be worthy of carrying her on my shoulders. In her absence, I will prove that her trust in me is not in vain."

His goddaughter silently observed her horse, with a mixture of admiration and amazement. Before him stood an older man, someone who could have been his father by age, but who at that moment was completely submissive to his spiritual daughter

The handsome young man thought: "If a man of his age and position surrenders to her like that, what is left for the rest of us? It is not strength that subdues him, but his will to serve. His surrender is not humiliation, but devotion. Perhaps, deep down, we all long for the same thing: to be guided by a lady rider who knows how to tame us with wisdom and character."

She smiled as she noticed the handsome young man's analytical gaze. Without saying a word, she gently whipped her mount and withdrew with the elegance of someone who knows that her absence will be missed, but also that her return will be longed for. As she withdrew, she thought: "I know what I am worth and what I represent to them. I know that they obey me not only because I order it, but because they want it. There is no greater satisfaction than seeing my horses well-trained, eagerly awaiting the moment when I can ride them again."

Before leaving, she looked once more at her godfather and gave a slight smile. "Take care," she said, with the assurance of someone who knows she will be obeyed.

Then, she took the reins, adjusted her spurs, and with a firm but calculated touch, led her mount away, disappearing into the distance, leaving behind the promise of her return.

Riding through the village streets (2)

The village streets vibrated with the sound of the firm steps of the human horses, whose bodies moved with discipline under the absolute control of their riders. Finally, both young women met at a crossroads.

With a radiant smile, the goddaughter and the young rider gracefully descended from their animals and approached each other. Their arms met in a warm embrace and, with complicity, they gave each other a kiss on the cheek.

The goddaughter, still with her gaze lit with joy, turned to her husband, who remained bowed in respect. With a mischievous smile, she said to him: “I see you happy being ridden by her. You are where you belong.”

The young rider laughed softly, feeling the control she had over her mount even with only a slight movement of the reins. “Your godfather and your husband are good horses,” she replied confidently. “They enjoy serving us and being guided by our hands.”

The goddaughter nodded, her gaze reflecting a mixture of pride and satisfaction. “My godfather wished and dreamed of it for a long time,” she said in a nostalgic tone. “He recommended this wonderful town to us and accompanied us with the firm decision to become my horse. And thanks to you, his dream came true.”

She paused and then looked at her husband with tenderness and dominance at the same time. “Meanwhile, my husband transformed into a horse here, in this town, and also thanks to you.”

The young rider observed both men, their mounts, and felt a serene pleasure inside her. She knew that her authority was not imposed, but accepted with devotion. She gently stroked her mount’s mane, enjoying the moment before continuing her ride.

Everything was in balance. The town, its traditions, and the ties that united riders and horses.

The goddaughter remembered her godfather with a mixture of pride and authority, feeling the satisfaction of seeing him fully in the role he had always wanted. Then, she turned her gaze to the young rider and, with a serene smile, said: “I entrust my godfather to you. Keep him in a stall in your barn, with his reins tied to the ring on the wall and the door locked. You and whoever you decide can ride him.”

The young rider, with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, nodded. Her tone was firm, but her expression reflected the amusement she found in the situation. “I will ride him,” she replied confidently. “And my mother will have at her disposal a horse much older than her.”

Both riders laughed with complicity. Everything was in order, the destiny of each one clearly defined, and life in the village continued its course with perfect harmony between riders and mounts.

Dreams (2)

The godfather finally succumbed to sleep, and his mind transported him to a world where reality and desire intertwined in a vivid fantasy. In his dream, he, his godson, and several other men stood in a vast open field, the warm breeze brushing their bodies as they waited in position, bridled and saddled, ready to greet their riders.

In the distance, a group of elegantly dressed and imposing lady riders advanced with a firm and majestic gait. His goddaughter led the group, with her characteristic air of confidence, skillfully riding one of the human horses. Beside her, the young female rider, whose skill and mastery were legendary in the village, directed her mount with impeccable perfection. The dominant nurse was not far behind; her posture was firm, and her gaze reflected the pleasure of exercising absolute control over her human steed.

Each of them skillfully held the reins of their animals, guiding them with precision. The bits ensured the obedience of the human horses, and each touch of the spurs, each movement of the whip, was a clear and unquestionable order. The synchronization was perfect: in unison, the ladies made their horses advance in trot, then in gallop, and finally in a demonstration of equestrian skills where the skill of the riders and the endurance of their beasts were put to the test.

The godfather, immersed in his role as a horse, felt the weight of his rider with a mixture of respect and admiration. It was not a burden, but an affirmation of the dominance that those women exercised with naturalness and elegance. He looked around and saw his godson ridden by his wife, who with a satisfied smile showed how much she had learned in her time in the village. Other men shared his fate, each guided by a lady rider who showed absolute confidence in her horse.

In his dream, the godfather felt a deep peace, a certainty that everything was in its place. He had found his purpose, just like the others. And as the ladies rode with unmatched grace, he understood that their mastery was not only physical, but also mental and emotional.

The dream continued with laughter, with challenges, with rides along endless paths and meadows. But, above all, with the certainty that these women were the owners of the road and the destiny of their human horses.

In his dream, at first, the godfather saw the other men in their human form, although subdued with bridles, bits and saddles. However, as the dream progressed, his perception changed and, instead of men, he saw only majestic horses, each with its rider perfectly accommodated on its back.

He himself felt his transformation, no longer only in his role, but in his essence. His hands became hooves, his posture changed, and his mind became fully aligned with that of a trained and disciplined steed. His rider was none other than the dominant nurse, who with her firm bearing and determined gaze directed his every move.

She rode him masterfully, using the reins with precision and combining gentle tugs with the touch of her spurs to indicate rhythm and direction. Sometimes, leaning down, she whispered orders, other times she used the whip with an elegant touch, ensuring that his mount responded without delay.

The godfather, in his equine form, advanced with obedience and determination, feeling the pride of being led by a rider of such caliber. As he trotted and galloped, he felt that everything was right, that every piece of the dream world fit together in perfect harmony. At that moment, he was nothing more than a horse in service to his rider, and in his dream, that truth was as natural to him as the breeze that caressed the field through which they rode.

In his dream, when the godfather saw his goddaughter riding his godson, a mixture of pride and wonder filled his mind. He watched as she guided him skillfully, using the reins with precision and handling him with natural confidence. His godson, now completely submissive to his role as a mount, obeyed without hesitation, following his rider’s every command with absolute devotion.

The godfather felt that all of this was a reflection of a fulfilled destiny. He thought, “My goddaughter was born for this. Her presence, her authority, and her mastery make her an incomparable rider. And my godson… he has found his purpose in serving her as her horse. He couldn’t be in a better place.”

As he trotted under the command of the dominant nurse, the godfather realized that his own path had led him exactly where he needed to be. “This is the natural order,” he thought. “The ladies on top, dominating, leading… and us, below, being their loyal horses.”

His dream was not a mere fantasy, but a revelation. From that moment on, he fully accepted his destiny, seeing it not as a burden, but as an honor.

The dominant nurse and the spectacular goddaughter (2)

The door opened softly, and framed by the light from outside, the figure of the goddaughter appeared. Her bearing was that of an Amazonian queen, her walk that of someone who knows that each step leaves an indelible mark on the history she writes with her own existence. She entered with a firm and elegant step, attracting all eyes with her imposing beauty.

Her spectacular riding suit enhanced her dominant bearing and her beauty, combining sophistication, authority and a bold touch that made her even more irresistible. She wore a riding suit designed to fuse dominance with elegance: a tight blouse that outlined her silhouette, a fine leather vest with engraved details, tight pants that highlighted the firmness of her thighs and, covering her legs, high boots that reached just below her knees, with spurs that shone like captive stars in the dim light of the room.

She wore a fitted burgundy riding jacket with finely embroidered lapels and gold buttons that gave her the air of a distinguished, experienced rider. Under the jacket, a white blouse with a high collar and tight sleeves highlighted her slender and elegant figure, combining delicacy with authority.

Her waist was marked by a black leather belt with a metal buckle, fastened over her beige riding pants, made of an elastic material that adapted to her curves, stylizing her long legs and giving her the necessary comfort to ride with skill.

On her hands, she wore dark brown leather gloves, ready to firmly hold the reins of any horse she rode. On her feet, she wore tall black riding boots, polished to perfection, that reached just below her knees, with shiny metal spurs attached to the heels, ready to set the pace of her horse with a precise touch.

Her hair, gathered in a high ponytail, revealed her radiant and confident face. On her head, she wore a black cowboy hat, which gave her the air of an imposing rider, complementing her outfit with a touch of rebellion and elegance.

The goddaughter advanced with a determined step, her spurs lightly jingling with each movement. Her gaze fell on the godfather, who was sitting in the saddle, waiting for her farewell. He observed her with a mixture of admiration and respect, recognizing in her the figure of a rider who dominated with grace and power.

The godfather felt his heart beat with a reverent rhythm. Without saying a single word, he lowered his gaze to the ground and, with a gesture full of silent supplication, asked for permission.

She, with the sweetness of someone who grants a blessing, but with the firmness of someone who knows that power is not given, but recognized, slightly bowed her head in consent.

He then descended from his seat with the dignity of one who embraces his destiny and, placing both hands on the ground, bowed his head until his lips touched the soft leather of his boots. It was an act that transcended the simple physical gesture: it was the manifestation of his devotion, the acceptance of his role within the order that she had established with her mere presence.

Beside him, the dominant nurse remained mounted on the doctor's shoulders, elegantly holding the leather reins that kept him under her control. Her expression showed pride and satisfaction at seeing the imposing presence of her goddaughter, her gifted pupil.

The young rider smiled confidently and approached her godfather. "Today will be a great day," she said in a confident tone. "New paths and experiences await us, and you, godfather, will rest well in the place I have prepared for you. Do not worry, you will be in good hands."

The godfather, still shocked by his splendid attire and his unwavering bearing, nodded with a mixture of expectation and submission. He knew that, under his leadership, everything was in order.