Ultimate shoulder rides

Here is the rest of the first chapter.
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That Monday night, after coming home from work, she felt again an urge to ride and the dream about Tomas reappeared in her mind. Looking the boy’s drawing she wondered if he liked to be ridden by women and how much endurance he would have.
The next day, Sandra approached young Tomas and told him to stay after class to talk about the issue. When the class was over the boy met the teacher as he had been told.
-“Tomas, I have this drawing and I want to know if you did it”.
-“Yes teacher, I did it”. The boy admitted it with a guilty feeling and awaiting the disciplinary measure the teacher may take.
-“Tomas, I notice by this drawing that you are very talented, the lines of the human body, they are very well outlined.
-“Thank you teacher Sandra”.
-“why did you chose this topic wit women riding horses?”.
-“Actually they are women riding men”.
-“Do you think it makes any difference to a woman riding a horse or a man, Mr Green?”.
-“I don’t know, you are a woman, maybe you could tell me”. Tomas felt amazed by his own words.
-“I love riding horses since I was a child, it is my favourite hobby. I am an excellent rider and I knows about horses and their psychology, I love everything about horses. Do you like horses Mr Green?”.
-“Yes, a lot”. The boy said with a nervous voice while the deep look of Sandra made him blush.
When Sandra noticed the boy’s behaviour she wisely presented her ideas.
-“You should not feel ashamed by your likes about riding. I don’t have my own animal and if I found one that want to be trained by me, as my horse, I would feel very happy. I have a lot of experience in riding and it seem you don’t have much, I could help it, are you interested?”.
-“Of course I am”. The boy said.
-“Well, then come to my place this afternoon, I will waiting for you. I have a saddle, crops and everything you need. Now you can leave Mr Green.
The boy had a glimpse of Sandra’s body and quickly left the classroom. Tomas was aware of Sandra’s height and weight, being her horse would not be easy but he was very excited about being ridden by her art teacher. It was a dream come true, being ridden like a horse by a woman.

When Sandra got back to her apartment she could not believe the proposition she had made to the boy, training him as if he were her horse and let alone the boy accepting. However she was very excited about all that, she wished it all were perfect, and if it worked out she would have an animal to ride whenever she wanted. The only difference would be that she would have to ride a boy instead of a real horse, she just would have to imagine him as if he were a horse and, that way, the difference could disappear and she would have what she longed for so much, a horse to ride in the afternoons after work.
Some hours later the bell of her apartment rang, it was Tomas Green.
When Sandra opened the door, Tomas dropped his jaw when he saw his beautiful teacher on her riding outfit. She was wearing her riding boots and white jodhpurs that brought out all her curves, her hips and her long legs. She also was wearing a tight black polo.
Tomas was visibly shorter than her, 15 or 20 cm shorter than Sandra who was about 1,85 m tall.

-“Come in Tomas, don’t be shy”. Sandra said.
-“Sure”. Tomas said as he got inside.
-“Would you like something to eat or to drink, maybe a soft drink?” Sandra said as she turned around so her back was towards him. She walked along the corridor to the kitchen.
-“No, thank you teacher Sandra, I am fine”. Tomas said unable to look away from Sandra’s voluptuous bottom as she walked.
-“Don’t call me teacher Sandra, it reminds me of the school, from now on while we are alone you will call me Ms Sandra, ok?”.
-“Yes Ms Sandra”.
-“Well, before we start I need you to get undressed and put on the outfit I have ready for you. Go and get changed”.
The boy went to the room that Sandra told him to get dressed. After a while he went out of the room with a bridle in his mouth, rains and a saddle fixed to his back by straps.
-“I am ready for my training Ms Sandra”.
Sandra watched him and smiled seeing how good the boy looked dressed up as a horse.
-“Very well Tomas, you look great as a horse, we are going on the right track. Your training starts right now and you won’t talk again as horses doesn’t talk. You will only pay attention to my lessons, I will teach you everything about horses and, in return, you will be my horse, is it that understood?”.
The boy nodded in assent.
-“Very well, now get on all fours so that I can mount you.
The boy got on all fours and Sandra approached him, went around him so that she could check him and he could admire her. Sandra’s vanity needed this.
Sandra put one of her feet on one stirrup, took impulse and roughly sat on the saddle with agility. The boy took the weight bending his back and then lifting Sandra’s body like a spring, he let all the air in his lungs out when he received Sandra’s weight.
-“That’s it, horse. Taking you rider’s weight is the first lesson you must learn”. Sandra said as she laughed at the movement of the boy she was mounting.
Sandra began to straighten the reins while she made herself comfortable over the boy’s back. When she felt comfortable and confident over her mount she said:
-“Come on! Giddy up!”.
The boy, by common sense, knew that words were for making the horses move so he began to move both his hands and knees.
-“That’s it horse, come on”.
Sandra felt her body getting full of vitality, the vitality that riding always gave her plus a deep feeling of excitement about the naked boy she was mounting. They went around the room. Sandra was mounting well upright over the saddle, all the curves of her butt and hip were visible and her buttocks went up an down on the small saddle. She had a crop on one hand and the reins on the other one and her legs slightly bent with the feet on the stirrups, which were well up to avoid them to contact the floor.
Sandra felt her body moving and swinging and lazily closed her eyes for a moment and let her body sway with the boy’s movement.
-“Come on, wake up”. Sandra said when the boy stopped hitting him with the crop for the first time.
-“Come on Tomas, move on. The second lesson you must learn is that a lazy horse gets flogged by the rider”.
They were starting the second round around the room and Tomas was beginning to get occasionally flogged by Sandra making his body tremble with spasms that were transmitted to Sandra’s body. Sandra knew that the crop was the cause of those involuntary movements, but she also knew that a horse, at the beginning, must be treated severely and with discipline so that the horse learns to obey his rider from the beginning.
She flogged the boy again and said:
-“Another lesson you must learn is that, in this game, it is the rider who rules and not the horse so you must obey me. It’s me who leads you and keep your rains, and I decide when we walk, when we stop, how far and how fast we go. 
Do you understand? Just neigh to say yes”.
The boy neighed while he kept on going with Sandra mounted on his back.
While Sandra rode her young beast, she kept talking to the boy who, forgetting about his tiredness, paid attention to everything his trainer said. The boy was learning quickly how to be a good horse for Sandra and both were satisfied with each other. Tomas felt pleased being Sandra’s mount, she transmitted confidence authority and a lot of knowledge about horses. Tomas had no doubt Sandra was an expert rider that knew how to treat her mount and earn his esteem and, above all, his will because, despite being very tired after the second round, he was fully concentrated on obeying his rider faithfully.
-“That’s it boy, come on”. Sandra said pulling up the rains to make Tomas turn over and spurring his sides to quicken the pace.
While Sandra was riding the boy she said:
-“Tomas, riding in my opinion is on all fours, the horse must have a saddle, the bridle tight and blindfolded so that the rains that handle the rider are the only thing that keep the horse united  to the world and, that way, the horse feel the only way to feel safe is underneath his rider.
The horse, that’s you, must be always ready to fulfil his rider’s wishes, that’s me. From the beginning, one must use the spurs and the crop, and the reins really tight. You must always feel your owner has total control over you. It is very positive to force you to keep going for as long as you can, not fast but for a long time, because the more tired you are the more difficult it will be for you to obey me. At the beginning you will pay more attention to your tiredness than to my orders but I will mend those bad habits with severity. My aim is to make you overcome your fears, your tiredness and make you focus totally on me, your rider”.

They were beginning the fourth round and Tomas was sweaty while Sandra, indifferent to the boy’s condition, kept demanding him more and talking to him. Sandra was really at ease mounting and her words sounded full of enthusiasm, at last she had her own horse and she could not stop enjoying it. She did not want to dismount and she was now talking about her wishes and what she would do with Tomas. It was like talking to a friend because Sandra thought horses were wonderful animals worthy of being loved by their owners. Sandra felt like a girl with a new toy, she was very excited.
Tomas was devoting himself to Sandra’s reins with perseverance, he panted and sweated like a horse while his tiredness was sent away with the crop that Sandra used on his buttocks now and then.
-“Come on horse, giddy up”. Sandra said from time to time forgetting Tomas was a person and thinking of him as if he were a real horse, a very especial horse maybe a different breed but a horse after all and that was what she wanted, a horse.
Tomas had been going for a long time now and the fifth round started with some flogging from Sandra who was not sparing with harshness when she hit the boy making his tired body shudder. For the boy is now harder to move with the beautiful rider astride his back.
Sandra was ignoring those signs of tiredness, the panting breathing, the perspiration; she was overjoyed and just enjoyed her horse.
-“One more round and we’ll stop”. Sandra said.
Tomas felt relieved to hear that.
-“Come on horse, faster, faster”. Sandra forced Tomas the last round using her crop and spurs. Tomas made an effort to quicken his slow pace, but Sandra wanted more.
-“Faster, boy! Run! Faster! Sandra shouted while she hit Tomas with her crop. The hit were very loud and Tomas groaned for the first time with some involuntary grunts that he let out from his inside as a result of Sandra’s crop. She felt powerful seeing how her horse obediently quickened his pace.
-“That’s my horse, keep the pace.”  Sandra said in a demanding way.
Tomas moved forward, his face and body were sweaty and he had some red mark on his butt where Sandra’s merciless lashes had fallen. He was about to finish the sixth round when he collapsed totally worn out.
-“Ouch”. Sandra shouted in a feminine way.
-“Tomas, you are very sweaty and tired. I think it is enough for today”. Sandra said.
Tomas was so tired that he could not get up, he was breathing deeply and he remained lying on the ground for a good while.

Once upon a time in a faraway kingdom, the wealthy nobles rode their farmers or subjects like their horses. They rode on peasants’ shoulders.

Isabel (Elizabeth, Isabella) was a peasant’s daughter and her dad was one of the official King’s carriers (I said carrier and I didn’t say horse) because of Isabel. The King can ride any subject but there were five selected official King’s carriers.

The King met Elizabeth when she was fifteen years old, the thirteen years old King was riding one of his carriers and she was riding on his father. The young King ordered his carrier to walk to Elizabeth. "Good afternoon, I admire the gentleness of your carrier" he said, and Elizabeth said "His docility" he said "he is good, he could be one of my official carriers" she replied, "Why do not you ask him?" he said "because he could choose to be ridden for you" she replied "it is true because I am his favorite child".

The young King was in shock and Isabel laughed and said “I ride on men in love too but they are working hard for you”, the king said “I can offer to you a better life if your dad works for me as a carrier, he won’t carry me if you want but I will pay him anyway because he’ll carry you, I just want to be near to you and I give you a palace”.

Isabel agreed on condition that the King and his nobles carry her and her relatives from home to the palace where they would live. The king and the nobles came to Elizabeth's house riding on their carriers, then the nobles dismounted, and the family of Elizabeth rode on the nobles. The king was on his carrier and Isabella ordered him to dismounted, he obeyed and Isabel rode on his shoulders, Isabel was bigger and heavier than the King but he did a good performance and he was ridden by Elizabeth from her former house to her new palace.

The King said “I am happy because I am your carrier” and Isabel replied “You are not my carrier because you are my horse”.

Ten years later the King got married ¿Who was his wife, The Queen, the Rider of the riders or the riders’ Rider?

And they lived happily ever after.

donadoni wrote:

This is just the first half of the first chapter of the first story.
I know, too "firsts" here but I thought you may want to start reading something so here you go.
Enjoy.



The teacher.

Chapter 1
“The first time”


Sandra was an art teacher in a catholic school: “The Merciful Fathers”.
She was 34, single and had no children.. She had a slender figure, wide hips and long legs, was 1,85 metres tall, had white skin, curly black hair and big and deep green eyes. Horse riding was her favourite hobby. She did not own any horse, which she deeply regretted; that was the reason why one of her dreams, if she could afford it anytime, was buying a horse to ride it whenever she felt like it. For the moment, she had to be content with attending a horse riding club at the weekends to ride for a couple of hours and keep up with her beloved hobby that way.

One day, while surfing the internet looking for some information about horses and riding, she found something that attracted her attention. She saw, at a site about pony play, a beautiful woman perfectly dressed on a riding outfit mounted on a man whom she used as a horse. The man had a bridle in his mouth, rains, a saddle and stirrups. The woman had a riding helmet, a crop, riding boots and spurs.
The gallery showed several pictures of the peculiar scene, a woman riding a man like a horse. Sandra had never seen anything like that and she had never thought that could be possible; but there it was, in front of her eyes.
Suddenly she realized that those pictures made her feel curious as she had never felt before. She knew it was a sexual game between the woman and the man, like a kind of erotic fantasy that she did not know but captivated her. Sandra, in some of her rides, felt the adrenaline of mounting and controlling her beast and whipping it to show it who was in charge.
When she was a child she was sensitive but of strong character and a bit dominant and that self-confidence increased when she proudly rode her horse….. and it was even better when someone looked at her, she felt proud of her beautiful figure and the authority she exerted over her horse. She liked dominating her horses at her whim, she felt fulfilled, totally in charge of the situation and all that boosted her ego, her strong woman’s ego. She saw the same in those pictures, but this time it was a woman’s authority over a man, a man dominated like a horse. The woman had a look in her eyes like that of a woman on her horse, a look of control and determination.

Some time after, she caught one of her art students ( a 17 years old boy) doing something beyond his activities at the art workshop. He was concentrated drawing something far away from his fellow students.
-What are you doing? Sandra said.
-Nothing, the boy answered visibly scared and nervous.
-Give me that drawing and get back to your activities or we will have to talk to the principal about you behaviour.
-I will be right back to my activities Ms Sandra.
-Good, but give me that paper.
-I will throw it away myself, it is something insignificant.
-All right Mr Green, throw it away.
The boy went to the wastepaper basket and when he was nearby he went away without throwing anything away, which Sandra immediately noticed. The teacher waited for a moment and then she caught the boy with his drawing again.
-I told you to throw that paper away, now give it to me.
-No teacher, I will throw it away.
-No, this time I will do it myself.
The teacher quickly took the paper from the boy’s hands and put it inside the pocket of her work coat.
The boy, scared, asked her to please give him the paper back as it was very important to him.
-Look boy, if you do not get back to work we will have to pay a visit to the principal.
After the threat of the stern teacher, the boy gave up and got back to work.

That night, when Sandra got back home after work, she took her work coat to the washing machine and she found the drawing when checking the pockets.
She got struck when she saw that the drawings showed some women riding men, similar to those scenes that she saw in the internet. She could not believe her eyes; at the beginning she had a negative opinion towards the boy’s morbid fascination. How could he waste time drawing almost naked women riding men like horses? Perhaps that boy liked such things.
That moment she changed her mind, watching the boy’s drawing, the scenes of dominant women  riding men like horses, that inner feelings were the same she felt when she saw that scenes in the internet..
Those feelings had her confused. She was an adult woman, that should have a sound judgement to take that things in, but maybe her solitary maturity, without a long term relationship, seldom in the company of men that understood her as a woman, men with clear feelings. She had always met guys hesitant about compromise, without any future, despise she was a beautiful woman. All that made her feel a bit worried. Lots of lonely nights, with her apartment empty lots of times. The only things she had were her job and her hobby, riding. For a moment she thought that it was several weeks ago when she last went to the club to ride and thought about how much she needed it to feel better, horses were a good therapy to forget a lot of things, her loneliness among them.
How would she feel riding a man? She wondered. Would she feel the same pleasure, authority and flair for leadership? Would she feel vain and self-confident mounted on a man?
Suddenly she got surprised as she realized she was daydreaming about mounting her student as a horse and that unsettled her.

The following week she met her student again and could not stop looking at him with a strange and inner curiosity.
That night, while sleeping, she dreamed she was at the club riding on her horsewoman attire. The same voyeurs were just aside, where she passed riding young Tomas Green, her student at the catholic school, on all fours fully equipped.
And not only did she ride that way but all the rest of women she knew at the club did the same; they all rode men like horses, some of them at a gallop, some others rode while chatting, not concerned about her human mounts; others could be seen in the distance straddling men going in circles in the exercise ring. A couple of women galloped past her racing while they mercilessly hit the backs of their horses and spurred the sides of their mounts shouting: “yeeha”, “giddy up horse”, “come on”, “run”.
Sandra woke up restless and confused by the excitement she felt in her dream. An erotic feeling run along her body, just like when she rode a horse but much more erotic, much deeper, about to moisten her private parts.
The following morning she was distracted while working. She could not forget her dream but, to her surprise, she remembered it as a pleasant experience, like a good memento after having sex.
She decided that weekend she would definitely go to the club to ride a horse. It was that deep desire to ride the answer she gave herself to explain that weird dream she had the night before.

That weekend she rode her horse like there were no tomorrow. She took it far away from the voyeur’s eyes, to the slope of the hill. There she rode hard her horse, she hit it hard with her crop to make it run and kept it running intoxicated by the speed, and hit it again to make it run at full speed, she wanted to feel her power over the beast. After some minutes she stopped it and made it run again and after one hour  totally feeling her power over the beast  she stopped and dismounted. When she stood by the horse, she could notice how sweaty it was and the marks that her crop and her spurs had left on the animal.
When she went back to her apartment, she had a shower and idled the rest of the day away.

What a great story!!!!!!
Can i have the whole story??donadoni?