Ultimate shoulder rides

Part 2
“Yes, Mistress, a dream has come true! I never thought that it would become reality, that I would be able to enjoy you so closely, that I would be able to wear your wonderful body!” After I had said this, I trotted on more calmly. It was slowly becoming a little more strenuous, but it was a pleasure to serve her as a riding slave.

A few minutes passed in silent contemplation. Jule then took her right boot off the stirrup, stretched her leg out in front of her, and wiggled her foot back and forth a few times. Then she asked me unexpectedly: “How do you like my boots, slave? They are almost new and still have that matte-shiny sheen. Do you think they suit me? Do they fit my feet and my calves too?”

“They look beautiful, Mistress, they fit perfectly. The boots fit her feet wonderfully, they also emphasize her well-shaped calves, and that shine... it couldn't be more beautiful, Mistress!"

"I'm glad you like them so much. However, I have the impression that some foot sweat is forming in them. They also seem a little too warm for this time of year. I think I'll take them off for once, or rather, you can take them off for me. That's no problem for you, I'm sure you'll even enjoy doing it. I haven't tied your hands down, they're very flexible. Then you can pull the boot off my foot without us having to interrupt our ride. Come on, try it, I'm sure you can do it!"

At first I was quite surprised! Should I really take Jule's riding boots off? Was she serious? But then she immediately added, "Come on, start! Take the boots off me! I'm sweating terribly in them, come on, my horse, take them off, I said!"

Then I moved my arms, my hands, and actually, I could touch the boot without any problem, even grasp it with both hands. I was sure I could also pull the boot off her foot without any major problems, just as she wanted. She just needed to relax a little, and it would work.

Then at the same moment my imagination ran wild: had she slipped into the boot barefoot this morning? Was she wearing socks or fine stockings? If so, could I briefly feel this moisture, her fresh foot sweat, with my hands? The Divine had said that she was quite warm in the boots. I was completely tense as I grasped the boot with both hands and slowly pulled it off her foot, and then I saw it! A wonderful composition on her foot, because they were white, frilly socks that reached a little above the ankle and couldn't look more enchanting. I was torn apart by the sight!

Unfortunately, Jule withdrew her foot from my almost greedy gaze and placed it back in the stirrup on the side. Then she stretched out her left leg. "Pass me the boot behind me. Now the other one." That was all she said to me, briefly and succinctly. I pretended, looking forward to the sight that was about to follow, because she must have had these enchanting stockings on both feet. I was so tense that I could hardly concentrate in my anticipation.

It happened exactly as I had expected. I pulled this boot off her foot without any problem, was able to take a quick look at her white sock, and saw ruffles sewn around a light blue, pastel-colored ribbon. Then she withdrew this wonderful sight from me too and signaled to me that I should also pass her the second boot behind her, which of course, with a heavy heart, I did immediately. Then I trotted on as usual, almost as if nothing special had happened. I had seen really beautiful things, even if they were unfortunately only for a short time.

Then I noticed that she was no longer sitting so still in the saddle, but was doing something that kept causing her to move slightly. Of course I had no idea what it was, but then I felt it and saw that she had obviously tied her boots together at the shaft. She then hung them both around my neck from behind. Now her riding boots were dangling next to my head. But that wasn't all! With a thin leather cord she secured her shoes so that they were very close to my mouth and nose. Then she pulled them a little closer to me until I had the boots right under my nose and could smell the leather with every breath. That was obviously exactly what she had wanted.

I concentrated on my breath and could smell a fragrant composition of fresh foot sweat and damp leather. Since I knew where this intense scent came from, it was a real pleasure for me.

End of Part 2

Very promising start. Thank you
I#m curious how the story will unfold.

Hi Max, thank you so much for sharing your story! The strong slave is getting exactly what he wanted, and it’s incredibly erotic.

This story is nice, but can I be honest? I feel like something is missing. It doesn’t quite have the same spark as your other stories. Perhaps it could use a little extra excitement to really take it to the next level? For more vanilla content, we have Caballito, who produces a large amount of stories. I think the rider in this story is too nice, and I think everybody or many people in this site would like to see a more sadistic rider, don't you agree?

I would like to iterate that your story is really with high standards, it is really well written. And I am in no position to criticize your work as I will never be able to write such great stories.

Part 4
Only now did I really realize that I had been moving briskly for some time with a rider in the saddle, with a goddess without doubt, but even goddesses are not without their weight. Nevertheless, the whole situation, the ever new, unexpected but highly enjoyable events, had simply not made me think about it. It was exhausting to carry her, I could feel that of course, but I was so erotically charged that I had not thought about it. What I was now able to breathe in and enjoy was somehow like a drug, a stimulant. It seemed to distract me from the strain and give me new strength again and again, I could not explain it any other way. Up to now I had been able to experience wonderful things with my rider! This woman was simply a pleasure, no matter what she did to me.

Jule continued to ride me at a trot. I tried to keep my shoulders fairly calm. The route we chose was a fairly wide forest path, alternating between shady and sunny sections, with small inclines in between. It worked quite well, I did notice the effort, but it hadn't been a major problem for me to carry my rider. At a clearing, Jule surprisingly slowed down considerably until she brought me to a halt with the reins and a "brrr". I was by no means at the end of my strength, and didn't really need a break. But the Divine One was probably in the mood for a break.

So I crouched down and let my rider climb backwards out of the saddle. She stretched, then my mistress completely unsaddled me, also removing the bridle and reins. I was now supposed to lie on my back in the grass, then bend my legs. She probably wanted to rest on me for a bit after the strenuous ride. I knew that Jule would now sit on my lower stomach, stretch out her legs wide and then lean on my thighs. She had already chosen this position several times to relax on my body. This was what happened this time too.

After the divine one had slid back and forth a bit and found a comfortable position, I spread my arms out to the side so that she could rest her feet on my upper arms. I now felt the pleasantly soft skin of her soles, her wonderful bottom on my stomach, an extremely pleasant position for me, but obviously also for Jule. She liked sitting on me like this. My rider seemed to be getting a little tired, her eyes became slower. Now she changed her position, sometimes she put one foot right on my face, sometimes both, then she kept changing this position with her upper arms. "Stay still, don't move!" she said, playing with her toes on my earlobe and smiling contentedly. Then she probably thought about maybe taking a short nap. Of course I obeyed and lay completely still.

The scent of her feet, but also the other touches, slowly got me excited. I felt my male organ begin to stretch, but I couldn't stop it from pressing against Jules' lower back. I found that very uncomfortable, because it was certainly disturbing her need for rest. But what could I do? I wasn't allowed to move. They were natural, erotic reflexes that I absolutely couldn't prevent. The scent of her feet alone would have been enough to excite me, as well as her light movements and her magnificent ass on my stomach. I was simply completely powerless, I had no control over myself.

"I think it's time to restrain your male organ a little. The pressure against my back is slowly becoming quite uncomfortable. But I'm afraid there's little you can do about it, even if I seriously admonish you with the threat of punishment. OK, close your eyes, slave, I'll make sure your male organ is in a more bearable position, at least for me!" So I did, closing my eyes.

Then Jule moved on top of me, sliding back and forth a few times. Only later did I see that she had taken off her short riding pants and was now sitting on me like that. Then she lifted her bottom, that beautiful part of her body, up a little. My male organ immediately slid forward into her notch, and Jule then resumed her sitting position on my stomach. She had indeed "fenced me in". I immediately felt that her anus was enclosing the tip of my male organ, which she demonstrated to me by tensing briefly several times. "It's more comfortable for me this way. If you can't control yourself anymore, then I'll do it for you. Isn't that nice of me?"

End of Part 4

Thank you Max for this fantastic story, I think this story has almost no fantasy content, it might have actually happened with the members in this forum, anyone had similar experience like this?

Max wrote:

Part 5, last part
For me, what she was doing to me was not a gentle "containment", but pure torture. I opened my eyes again and saw a happy, rather mean smile on her pretty face: "So, there it stays and doesn't bother me any more. The same applies as before: you don't move!" She tensed her anus again a few times, "... and don't even think about doing anything stupid here!" Then she closed her eyes again; from her point of view, everything that was necessary had been said.

For me, it was becoming more and more like hell, a sweet, cruel hell. How was I supposed to stand it? She kept holding her sweet little feet under my nose. Of course, she was always moving a little. Even if it was only very small movements on my male organ, she would "pinch" me with her anus every now and then. In the meantime, moisture had formed there too; it was slippery, horny sweat. Then there was her warning look: "Don't do anything stupid!" I was on the verge of going mad, I was already biting my lip to distract myself, but I already suspected: this was simply unbearable, what was Jule doing to me? She must have known that I couldn't possibly control myself for much longer, it was simply impossible.

"I can see that you don't want to obey me. Once again: your male organ stays where it is, you don't move, not a millimeter. I want to rest a little longer." Then she leaned back again. I felt like I was trapped in her body, at her mercy. A few more minutes passed like this, but not very many. I had no way of resisting what came next, I felt like I was going to explode when my ejaculations were released. Jule showed no reaction, didn't even twitch, all I could see was a nasty smile at the corners of her mouth. She sat on me with her eyes closed, exactly as she was sitting. It had happened, I had to expect anything.

It might have been another 20 minutes before she opened her eyes. Now she turned onto her stomach, slid further "down" so that she was now pressing her knees against my upper arms. Her wonderful globes were not far from my face. With her thighs slightly spread, I could even see her anus, and also see exactly where and how my sperm had spread. My male organ was small and flat on my stomach.

"It seems to have a life of its own, does what it wants. The only thing that will help is to lock it in a cage right away! So, you can see exactly what you've done. I can't get in the saddle like this. So clean everything with your tongue, everything and everywhere, in all places. Take your time, thoroughness is more important than speed, so go ahead!" Any further delay would have been pointless, especially as Jule moved a little closer to my face.

I got rid of everything, it wasn't as bad as it might sound to some readers. You won't believe it, but I felt a stirring again, but it was clear: the Divine One would not tolerate such misbehavior again. And it didn't come to that.

When she then got up from my body: "Get ready, I want to ride back. You didn't follow my clear instructions!" That was all she said. I had expected everything, including her anger. But what else could I do? I saddled myself with the feeling of a disobedient failure, I even shoved the bite into my mouth, just like I had done this morning. When I was finished, Jule had also got ready again, and had put her riding boots back on. It only took a few seconds before she was sitting in the shoulder saddle again. The boots were now supported in the stirrups again, the reins firmly in her hand. “Hop, up, we’re going back!” Then a quick kick in my flanks, and I trotted off.

Minutes of icy silence passed, then: “I’ve thought about how I should punish your disobedience. We’ll do it very simply. When we get back, you’ll lie on a bale of straw with your bare bottom and then I’ll give you a series of whips. We’ll start with 10, per cheek of course, then I’ll look at your bottom. I estimate you’ll get 2 to 3 repetitions from me. That’s certainly painful, but it should also be a good and helpful lesson for you to do better next time. I’ll just expect more self-control when I ask you to, otherwise you won’t get away with it so easily!”

Did Jule really not consider the tremendous effect she had on me? She only had to wiggle her toes and I was already at 180, then anything else was added, even small things were enough, and then I was simply no longer in control of my senses. How could I possibly resist?

"But who knows, maybe I'd enjoy spanking your bottom properly? I spoke to a friend about it recently. She just said it was a wonderful sound, almost like music, when the leather of the riding crop hits a naked, stretched-out bottom really loudly. She must have really enjoyed it. In between, when she feels like it, her slave would lie over the buck and then stretch his naked bottom out nice and far. It's easy to find a reason. She always looks forward to it when the time comes again, of course making sure that the skin isn't damaged too much. Afterwards she even applies a healing horse ointment herself, she's a really nice one. But she whips his bottom a nice bright red, she says."

I felt very strange when I heard that. I didn't know Jule like that, but I must have awakened "feelings of desire" of a different kind in her today.

"Or maybe you enjoy getting a good beating from your mistress? That could be the case, we don't know yet, but it's definitely worth a try, both could be possible. We know that there are the strangest people in the world. In any case, I'm really excited to see how it turns out afterwards! You have a nice, tight bottom."

END

Thank you!