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Flashback (1)
In this wonderful town, where the man is the horse who is ridden by ladies on his shoulders, the newlywed wife, accustomed to dominating her best man, met a lady teacher on the bus where she was going on her honeymoon trip, a young rider who destabilized the newlywed wife's dominance over her best man, and a lady nurse whom she met when her best man had to be admitted to the health facility due to the hardness of the ride when he was ridden by her.
The lady teacher is intelligent and persuasive, who has influenced the newlywed and her best man, introducing new perspectives into this relationship of dominance and submission: goddaughter on top of her best man.
The young rider, with her presence and skills, destabilizes the goddaughter's control over her best man, proving that there are those who can tame her best man better than she can.
The lady nurse, her role becomes crucial when the best man, after a hard ride, must be attended to. This not only adds a twist to the story, but also introduces the idea of the physical limits of male endurance in this unique town.
In this town the hierarchy between ladies and men is constantly reinforced through gestures of reverence and dominance. The lady teacher, with her natural authority and dominant presence, shows control over both her husband and her "human horse", a student who reveres her.
The lady teacher demonstrated control at the bus stop, when her husband and her human horse, a student at the school where she works, kissed her boots before she boarded the bus with her horse, then she rode on the shoulders of her horse and said goodbye to her husband and son allowing them to kiss her boots, then they watched her ride away on the shoulders of her horse.
As he kisses his wife's boots in farewell, the lady teacher's husband experiences a strange satisfaction: he is the husband of a powerful woman, a lady who not only rules her home, but also has absolute control over those around her.
The act of farewell at the bus stop reinforces her power: Her husband and son kiss her boots, acknowledging her position of authority and admiration. Her "human horse" carries her on his shoulders, demonstrating his loyalty and devotion to her. She rides away, leaving an imposing image in the minds of those who observe her.
The husband of the lady teacher watches her with a mixture of pride and submission as she rides away, riding on the shoulders of her student-horse. It is not surprising for him to see her leave in this way, because in this wonderful town it is natural for ladies to dominate and ride men. However, every time he sees her upright and majestic on her human mount, he feels a deep admiration for his wife, who with her mere presence commands respect and devotion. The image of his wife, rising on the shoulders of her student, generates a feeling of pride, but also of reverence. He knows that his role in the relationship is clear: to serve her, please her and venerate her.
On the other hand, the newly married wife watches the scene with fascination. She had never seen such absolute and elegant dominance as that of the lady teacher. She already knew what it was like to ride her best man, but the naturalness with which the lady teacher exercised her power made her reflect. She realizes that there are many things she can still learn: The subtle but firm control with which the lady professor directs her human horse. The ease with which she makes her husband and son bow to her, without the need for orders or arguments. The dignity with which she rides away, without even looking back, knowing that her presence will remain in the minds of her loved ones.
The newlywed wife smiles. Her honeymoon trip has only just begun, but she already feels that she has gained something invaluable: knowledge that she will be able to apply in her daily life and in her family. When she returns, her husband and best man will undoubtedly notice the difference.
Meanwhile, her best man also observes the scene. In his mind, he wonders if he will ever regain his dignity or if, on the contrary, his destiny will be to continue being the newlywed wife's mount.
All three perspectives converge on one thought: the power of the lady professor is unquestionable, and what is learned from her can change the dynamics of any relationship.
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Flashback (2)
The newlywed wife knew she had to ride onto the bus. In this wonderful town, where men are ridden by ladies is a natural thing, it couldn't be any other way.
Her best man, still convalescing from the last time he was ridden by her, was quick to offer himself as her horse. Despite the pain in his body, his woship towards her makes him want to please her at all times. He knelt before her in the hope of being chosen once again.
But before she could answer, her husband stepped in. With a firm look, he declared: “I will be your horse.”
The wife looked at him with surprise and curiosity. It was not common for newlyweds to take on that role, but her husband's gesture demonstrated something important: he had learned well the lesson that the lady teacher had left him. He knew that his place was to serve her and please her. Without further hesitation, she placed her hands on her hips and ordered, “Then, get into position.”
The husband knelt down and then leaned over, offering his shoulders to her. With elegance and authority, she rode on top of him and settled down naturally, feeling the firmness of his human mount under her weight. With a slight movement of her legs, she indicated that he should begin to move forward.
The passengers on the bus and those at the bus stop watched the scene with admiration. Seeing the newlywed wife enter riding on her husband was an imposing sight. Some men lowered their heads in respect, while some ladies smiled in approval.
Inside the bus, she did not dismount. She remained seated on her husband’s shoulders as they advanced on their honeymoon trip. She knew that this moment would mark a before and after in their relationship. She had learned from the lady teacher that control was not imposed with words, but with gestures, with presence, with absolute dominance.
Her best man, still kneeling at the bus stop, watched her ride off with her husband, with a mixture of relief and nostalgia. Although he had not been her mount this time, he knew his place in her life would not change. Sooner or later, she would ride him again. But the best man could not be left behind. Although his body still felt the effects of the last ride, his devotion to his goddaughter was unwavering. He took his travel ticket with determination and got on the bus, ready to follow her wherever she went.
Seeing him enter, the newlywed wife smiled with satisfaction. Her best man had not only offered his back to ride, but now he showed that his loyalty went beyond pain or exhaustion. He was willing to follow her to the end of the world, no matter the circumstances.
From above, riding on her husband's shoulders, she looked at him with tenderness and authority. “I knew you would come,” she said, with a mixture of pride and sweetness.
The godfather nodded, his head lowered in respect. His life revolved around her, and no matter how many times she rode him or how exhausted he was, he would always be there to serve her.
The other passengers, accustomed to seeing this type of dynamic in the village, looked at the scene with admiration. The newly married wife had two loyal men in her power: her husband, who already accepted his role as a mount, and her godfather, whose devotion was unwavering.
The honeymoon trip promised to be more interesting than any of them had imagined.
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The lady teacher, with her imposing bearing and wisdom, settled into her seat inside the bus and looked with interest at the newly married wife, who was still comfortably riding on her husband's shoulders. She knew the young newlywed had the potential to dominate with elegance, but she still had much to learn about the dynamics of the village. “I see that you already understand the importance of riding in our community,” the lady teacher said with a smile. “But there are specific rules, times and places where they occur. If you want to exercise your dominance naturally and without inconvenience, you must know them well.”
The newly married wife listened attentively, while her husband, being ridden by her on his shoulders, remained silent, respectful of the ladies' conversation. Her best man, sitting nearby, also paid attention. “In the village, riding occurs in different ways,” the lady teacher continued. “In daily life, men often offer themselves as horses for ladies who wish to travel comfortably. It is not uncommon to see husbands, brothers, sons or suitors kneeling down to serve their ladies. At school, for example, my most devoted students carry me to class on their shoulders, and on exam days, the most diligent ones compete for the honor of being my mount.”
The newlywed wife smiled, imagining all the possibilities in her home and daily life. The lady teacher continued, “At important events, such as weddings, parties or community gatherings, ladies are expected to enter riding. It is a symbol of status and elegance. The taller and stronger their mount, the greater the impact they make.”
“I understand that well,” the wife replied with a look of satisfaction, remembering how her husband had proudly carried her to the bus.
The lady teacher nodded. “There are also competitions and challenges,” she added. “Sometimes, ladies test the endurance of their mounts in riding games. For example, at annual festivals, there are races in which men must carry their ladies on their shoulders and travel a distance without collapsing. Only the strongest make it to the end. There are also balance tests, where ladies must maintain control of their mounts on difficult terrain.”
The newlywed wife could not hide her excitement. These traditions were not only a sign of respect and devotion, but also added a touch of fun and competition.
“Lastly, on long trips, like the one we are taking now, it is common for ladies to choose their mounts and take turns resting on their shoulders. It is an honor for men to be selected, and those who show the greatest endurance gain prestige within the community.” The lady teacher continued.
The wife looked at her husband and best man with a knowing smile. She knew that both were willing to carry her as long as she wanted. “Thank you for sharing your wisdom,” the newlywed wife said respectfully. “I have learned a lot today, and I will certainly apply these teachings in my daily life.”
The lady teacher smiled approvingly. She knew that the young newlywed had a great future in the village. Meanwhile, the men on the bus listened in silence, understanding that the ladies’ conversation defined their destiny.
“Who rides whom at school?” the newlywed wife asked.
The lady teacher smiled confidently at the newlywed wife’s question. “At school, hierarchies are well established,” she explained. “As a lady teacher, I have full authority over my students, and that is reflected in the way they serve me. The most dedicated men often compete for the honor of carrying me on their shoulders, whether to move me from one classroom to another or even during some special activities.”
The newlywed wife listened in fascination, while her husband, carrying her, and his best man, sitting nearby, remained in respectful silence.
“The most disciplined students understand that it is their duty to facilitate the comfort of their lady teacher. For example, on days of meetings or when I have to supervise sports activities, some of my students take turns so that I do not have to walk. It is a sign of respect and devotion,” said the lady teacher.
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“And the female students?” the wife asked, curiously.
“The female students also participate in the dynamic,” said the female teacher. “From an early age, they learn to ride their fathers and uncles, and within the school they ride their brothers and cousins. It is a common practice in many families. But within the school, they can also ride their classmates, especially if they have proven to be helpful and obedient males.”
“And what about the more graceful ones?” asked the wife, sensing there was an even higher level in this structure.
The female teacher smiled mischievously. “The most graceful ones, those who stand out for their charisma, intelligence or beauty, can even ride the teachers. It does not happen often, but when a female student proves to have a strong character and an imposing presence, the teachers give in to their influence and become their mounts.
The newlywed wife nodded, understanding that education in the village included not only academic knowledge, but also the rules of horse riding and servitude. “Interesting,” she said, gently stroking her husband’s hair as they continued forward on the bus. “It is a well-structured system.”
“That’s right,” the lady teacher said. “And in time, you will perfect it at home as well.”
The lady teacher added, “I also ride teachers and parents, but I usually do so outside of school.”
The newlywed wife widened her eyes in wonder and admiration at the lady teacher’s words. “Ride teachers and parents?” she repeated, with an intrigued smile.
The lady teacher nodded naturally. “Yes. Although within the school my authority over the students is undisputed, outside of it my position is also recognized. Some teachers and parents have learned that it is an honor to serve me. It is not unusual for them to offer to carry me on their shoulders at community meetings or events as a sign of respect and admiration.”
The newlywed wife nodded, understanding that the horse riding hierarchy transcended the school environment. She looked at her husband and best man, who listened in silence, not daring to intervene. She knew that this new information would be very useful in their daily lives. “It is a fascinating system,” she said finally. “And I am sure that I will be able to apply it in my environment.”
The newlywed wife listened with growing fascination as the lady teacher continued to explain the dynamics of the town. “Outside of school, and inside the school when they are invited, mothers also participate,” said the lady teacher with an authoritative smile. “They ride teachers, students, who may or may not be friends of their children, and also fathers, regardless of whether they are their husbands or not.”
The wife blinked, surprised by the naturalness with which the lady teacher spoke of these customs. “So…” she said, pondering the implications, “mothers have the same right to ride any male in and out of the school environment.”
“Exactly,” the lady teacher said. “In our community, respect and admiration are shown through service and devotion. It is not unusual to see a mother riding a teacher at a parent meeting, or a group of mothers being carried by students at some event.”
The newlywed wife looked at her husband, who remained silent, attentive to her every word. Then she looked at her best man, who maintained a neutral but firm expression. “This opens up a world of possibilities for me,” she said finally, with a smile that revealed her excitement. “I will certainly learn a lot on this trip.”
The lady teacher nodded in satisfaction, pleased to have found in her a disciple worthy of learning the customs of the town. “And I will be delighted to guide you,” she said. “Just remember one thing: a true rider not only rides, she also rules.
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Flashback (5)
The newlywed bride stepped off the bus with the same confidence that characterized her. The morning breeze caressed her perfectly-featured face: smooth, radiant skin, golden cinnamon-colored, with high cheekbones that highlighted her natural elegance. Her full lips, painted a deep red, curved into a smile that radiated confidence. Her almond-shaped eyes, an intense honey tone, shone with determination as her gaze swept the landscape with dominance.
Her long, wavy hair fell in an ebony cascade over her back, with loose strands framing her face, giving her a wild and majestic air. Every movement of hers exuded grace and power, as if the entire world bowed before her step.
As she reached the cabin, she prepared herself with precision. She chose a riding habit that flattered every curve of her figure: a white silk blouse, fitted, with gold details on the cuffs and collar, which highlighted the contour of her generous breasts and slim waist. Over it, a black leather vest with fine embroidery, fitted to her wasp waist.
Her riding pants were tight and a deep burgundy color, designed to highlight her wide hips and strong thighs. The stretchy material gave her freedom of movement, but without losing elegance.
However, the real jewel of her outfit were her black leather boots, high to the knees, shining flawlessly under the light, with 12 cm (5 inch) stiletto heels, which gave her an even more dominant presence, stylizing her long and powerful legs. The design had fine gold details on the top, and the sole made a firm and dominant sound with each step she took on the wooden floor of the cabin. But what made them truly impressive were the silver metal spurs that adorned the heels, reflecting a defiant flash with each movement.
In her right hand she held a thin, flexible, black leather riding crop, while in her other hand she carried a short whip, both symbols of absolute control, which she hung on her belt.
She looked at herself in the mirror with a satisfied smile. Her reflection projected an image of Absolute Power.
As she stepped out of the cabin, the sound of her high heels echoed on the wood, immediately capturing the attention of all the men present. The men's gazes were fixed on her, some with admiration, others with instinctive submission. The men's knees weakened as they watched her walk so confidently, and more than one wished to be beneath her, serving as her mount. The newlywed wife smiled confidently. Today she would prove her supremacy.
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Flashback (6)
The newlywed wife looked at the group of men with a satisfied smile. They were all lined up, eager, waiting to be chosen. Some held their heads high, hoping to be selected; others, more submissive, lowered their gaze in respect. The atmosphere was charged with expectation.
The lady teacher approached her and, in a calm but firm voice, said: “Choose 3 to 5 horses, bridle them, saddle them and ride them one by one. They know how to wait their turn to be your mount.”
The newlywed wife looked at the men, assessing their bodies, their endurance, their dedication. She ran her fingers along the handle of her whip, enjoying the power she had at that moment. Finally, she pointed her whip at five men. “You, you, you, you and you.”
The chosen ones immediately stepped forward, without hesitation. They knelt before her, bowing their heads in obedience. The newlywed wife smiled with satisfaction.
“Good choice,” said the lady teacher. “Now it is time to prepare them.”
One by one, the men were bridled with leather straps fastened to their heads, connected to reins that she would expertly hold. Then, with calculated movements, the newlywed wife placed saddles on their backs, securing them with precision.
The men breathed with suppressed excitement, waiting for their turn. The newlywed wife placed her whip under the chin of her first horse, gently but authoritatively lifting his face. “You are the first.”
He nodded submissively and got into position. With natural grace, the newlywed wife placed one hand on his shoulder and, with the other holding the reins, raised one of her long legs, encased in her impressive high-heeled boot with spurs. She whispered with pleasure the sound of spurs clanking against the metal of the saddle.
In a fluid, majestic movement, she mounted her first human horse. She adjusted the reins in her hands, gave a light tap with the whip on her thigh and ordered, “Go!”
The male began to move, while the others eagerly awaited their turn to feel the weight and control of that imposing rider.
The first male advanced with firm steps, feeling the light but imposing weight of his rider on his shoulders. The newly married wife kept her back straight, her impeccable posture reflecting total control. She tightened the spurs on his sides and whispered, “Faster.”
The male obeyed instantly, quickening the pace. The lady teacher watched with an approving smile, while the other males, waiting their turn, looked at her with a mixture of admiration and desire.
After a few minutes, the newlywed wife pulled on the reins, bringing her mount to a stop. With a slight movement of her hips, she slid her leg and dismounted with the same grace with which she had mounted. She ran her hand through her human horse’s sweaty hair and patted his cheek. “Good job. Now wait.”
The male nodded reverently and stepped to the side, kneeling. His turn was over, but the satisfaction of having served such a distinguished rider was reflected in his face.
The newlywed wife turned to the next man. Her piercing gaze made him shudder. “Now you. Come here.”
The second man quickly advanced and knelt before her. Without haste, the newlywed wife adjusted her leather gloves, caressed the reins, and with an elegant movement, rode again. This time, she moved her spurs subtly, feeling the slight metallic sound as they brushed against the saddle. “Take me away.”
Her new human horse began to move with determination, seeking to impress its rider with its stamina. The lady teacher laughed softly as she watched the scene.
“You are learning fast. You will soon be an expert.” The lady teacher said.
The newlywed wife smiled confidently. This experience not only gave her pleasure, but also strengthened her. She knew that, when she returned home, her husband and best man would notice the change in her. She would be more dominant, more demanding, more powerful.
And then, the young rider the lady teacher spoke of would no longer be a threat… she would be prey, her prey.
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The second male advanced with firm steps, holding the newlywed wife on his shoulders with all his might. She, with the reins tightly held, enjoyed the feeling of absolute dominance. Her whip rested in her right hand, ready to give an order or correct any imprecise movement.
As they advanced, she felt the intense gaze of the other males who awaited their turn. The expectation in their eyes was evident. They all wanted to be her mount, to feel her weight, to serve her, to demonstrate their devotion.
When she felt her human horse begin to slow down, the newlywed wife did not hesitate to take action. With a subtle but firm movement of her boot, she jingled her spurs and tapped the sides of her mount. “Don’t stop. I’m not done with you yet.”
The male gritted his teeth and continued forward with renewed effort. She smiled with satisfaction. She loved watching how they responded to her commands, how their endurance defied itself just to please her.
When he finally decided it was enough, she pulled on the reins and stopped. She climbed down with the same grace with which she had ridden and stroked her mount’s head. “Good job. You’re strong.”
The male exhaled with relief and pride, bowing his head in respect. Then, he knelt beside the first horse, awaiting further commands.
Now there were three more to go. The newlywed wife looked at her third choice with a mix of curiosity and challenge. Would he be tougher? More agile? “Come here. It’s your turn.”
The male quickly moved forward, knelt down, and waited for her to ride him. The lady professor, who watched with satisfaction, approached with an enigmatic smile. “What do you feel now?” the lady professor asked.
The newlywed wife smiled as she placed her boot on the thigh of her new horse and elegantly pushed herself up to ride him. From up there, everything looked different. “I feel power. And I don’t plan on letting go.”
The lady professor laughed softly. “Then get ready. Because when we reach our destination, you will meet the young rider.”
The newlywed wife narrowed her eyes, intrigued. “I am ready for her. But the question is… is she ready for me?”
And with a flick of her spurs, she ordered her new mount forward, feeling the wind on her face as she rode further into her domain.
The newlywed wife rode with absolute confidence, her riding crop in one hand, the reins firm in the other. Her high-heeled boots rang with every movement of her mount, and her spurs jingled softly, as a warning of her dominance. The men looked at her with admiration and longing. Each one looked forward to being the next to carry her on their shoulders, wishing to prove their endurance and loyalty.
The lady professor rode her own human horse beside her, watching her with interest. “You do very well. But there is still much to learn,” she said.
“I am a fast learner,” the newlywed wife replied with a defiant smile.
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